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Subject: I Was A Scout - Part 4 I Was a Scout - Part 4 Gay, teens, adults If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, then don't forget to fty/donate.html * * * * I was looking forward to sharing my experiences, again not all of them, with my fellow Scouts at our next meeting just after school started back up again. I entered the meeting room a little early; it was the school cafeteria actually. I was stunned to see a face that I never thought I'd see again even though I'd hoped to in my dreams. And he looked equally surprised to see me as well. "Pat?! What are you doing here?" "Hey, Bob! I told you I was coming to live with my brother... he's the Assistant Scoutmaster of this troop." Still in shock, I didn't know whether to hug him or shake hands. Pat answered my question by taking me into a friendly embrace, quick to let me go before it got embarrassing. "So, Mr. Garland is your brother?" "Yup!" "And you didn't think to tell me this at camp?" "I didn't know what his troop number was, and I didn't actually know where he lived, having never been to visit him here, so there really wasn't any way of putting two and two together." "But you don't even have the same last name?!" "Ron's my half-brother. We have the same mom... just different fathers, obviously." "Obviously," I repeated. I hadn't even noticed Mr. Garland had come over. Then he asked, "So, Patrick tells me you know each other from Scout Camp. That's great! He'll have at least one friend in his new troop and at school, right?" "Right," I replied. The others started arriving and as the meeting went on, Pat and I related our experiences at Camp. I tried not to stare at him when he spoke and I figured he was doing the same. At one point, I asked if I could go to the bathroom. I didn't really have to go, but I needed an excuse in case Pat wanted to follow me. When the door opened, and it was Pat, I flung myself at him. We kissed up against the door and I was happier than I'd been since we'd last been together in a tent in the woods all those weeks ago. "I missed you!" He said, when we finally pulled apart. "I missed you too!!! I still can't believe you didn't tell me!" "I told you, I didn't know. Forgive me?" "Forgive you? Of course, even if there's nothing to forgive. Promise me we'll try and see each other this weekend?" "I promise," he said, as he put up his fingers in the Scout salute. I chuckled and kissed him again, then said, "We'd better get back out there... unless you really have to pee." "I do actually. I'll be out in a minute." "I'll be there... waiting," I assured him. After erzincan escort the meeting was over, when we were saying our "goodbyes" once again, we made plans to see each other over the weekend, with my parents' and his brother's permission of course. I called him before I went to bed that night and we talked until my mom told me to hang up and go to bed. We talked each night until one of us was told to go to bed. By the time Friday came, I was incredibly eager to see him, so I rode my bike over to his brother's house and waited for him to come home from school. He had made the football team and had practice, so as much as I wanted to go watch him, I waited patiently at his house instead. When he came walking up, he looked surprised to see me. I only hoped it was a good kind of surprised. When he took me in his arms and squeezed me, I knew it was the good kind. We went inside and sat down on the couch to watch TV. His brother came home an hour later and the look on his face was priceless. Pat and I had been holding hands all afternoon and hadn't seen any need to stop just because his brother was home. Before Mr. Garland could say a word, Pat jumped in and said, "We're in love, Ron. I know this must come as a shock to you, but we fell in love at Scout camp." From the look on his face, I don't think that was quite what he was expecting to hear. He plopped down in the chair opposite us, then finally found his voice and said, "I wish I knew what to say in this situation, but I'm at a complete loss. I don't have any experience as a parent, so this is beyond me. Tell me what you want me to say, boys," he said as he threw up his hands in surrender. Again, Pat was the voice that spoke for us both. "There's nothing to say other than we won't be kept apart, so you might as well not try." "I'm not the one you should be worrying about, Patrick. It's Bobby's mother and father that should concern you. He's awfully young to have a... a boyfriend, don't you think?" "Mr. Garland, I know my mom and dad won't be happy. They'll say I'm not really in love, that I'm too young to know what love is, but I know I am..." I looked at Pat and he nodded, "we are!" Mr. Garland sighed and remarked, "Then who am I to stand in your way. I have some conditions though..." and without waiting for us to protest, he continued, "no spending time alone in your room with the door closed, Patrick. If you want to hang out here, that's fine. I don't suppose I can ask you not to make out, can I?" We both shook our heads. "Fine, then only make out here on the couch, understood?" erzurum escort We nodded, smiling secretly to ourselves since we alone knew that we'd already been intimate and would somehow find a way to do it again with or without his permission. "Is that all, Ron?" "I don't know!" He said, voice raised in what could only be described as frustration. "I suppose it would be too much to ask if you've already done it." We both just sat there grinning. "I'll take that as a `yes,'" then under his breath he mumbled what sounded like, "dammit." He got up and headed down the hall, yelling back to us, "Call your mom, Bobby, and ask her if you can stay for dinner." Pat and I looked at each other and smiled. We may have won that battle, but we also knew that we hadn't won the war, yet. * Mr. James joined us for dinner and it was nice to see him in a more casual setting than when we were on camping trips or at Scout meetings. He and Mr. Garland seemed like the best of friends, the way they got along, and for some reason that made me happy. I called my mom and asked if I could also spend the night and she said, yes. So, after he initially said, `no,' Mr. Garland agreed but told us we had to sleep in separate beds, like he was going to be able to stop one of us from sneaking into the other's bed. I was lying next to an already passed out Pat and just about to drift off to sleep myself, when I heard some noises coming from outside. I pulled the curtain back and saw Mr. Garland and Mr. James sitting in a couple of chaises, talking. Then Mr. James reached out his hand for Mr. Garland's and he took it. I watched, fascinated, as they sat drinking beer and holding hands. I started to wonder just how friendly they really were when they each leaned into the other and kissed. Now that surprised me! I was torn between watching and waking up Pat to watch with me. I decided to do the latter. I shook his shoulder and whispered, "Pat, your brother and Mr. James are making out in the backyard." "Oh, that," he said, still groggy from sleep. "I thought you knew." "How would I know?!" I asked quietly frustrated. "I don't know, I just thought you did. No biggie, now go back to sleep, will ya?" He turned back over and went back to sleep almost immediately. But I couldn't stop watching. I decided to open the window a little bit so that I could hear what they were saying. "Are you sure, they're asleep?" Mr. James asked. "As sure as I can be, knowing two teenage boys." "I want you, Ron." "And I want you, too, John, so get over here," he replied. So, Mr. esat escort James got up and came over to sit in Mr. Garland's lap, then leaned back into the taller man. Mr. Garland's hands started wandering all over Mr. James finally settling in his lap, rubbing his crotch. That did it, I was super hard and had to wake up Pat to tell him. "Pat, wake up," I whispered. "What is it now?" he asked, again groggy from sleep. "Your brother is rubbing Mr. James's crotch." "What?!" He asked a little too loudly, so I had to put my hand over his mouth to quiet him as I leaned back away from the window. When I looked again they didn't seem to have heard, so I took my hand off Pat's mouth and let him up to see what I was talking about. He pulled back the other corner of the curtain and looked out. By this time, Mr. Garland had Mr. James's cock out and was stroking it in the pale moonlight. "Damn," Pat said in a whisper. "That's one fat cock!" "Yeah, it is. What's your brother's look like?" "I don't know. I've never seen it." "Well, maybe we will tonight," I said hopefully. "Stand up, John," Mr. Garland instructed. Mr. James stood and removed his shirt, shorts and underwear then bent over and looked back at Mr. Garland, waiting for what was coming next. Mr. Garland stood to, then stepped over the chaise and took his own shirt, shorts and underwear off revealing the largest uncut prick I think either of us had ever seen. "Holy shit!" Pat whispered loudly. "My brother is hung like a fucking horse!" "Yeah, he is," I said in agreement. Then Mr. Garland leaned over and pulled something out of his pocket. Even though I couldn't see it clearly, it must have been lube because the was squirting it on his prick and then in Mr. James's butt. He didn't waste any time opening him up before sinking his dick into Mr. James and from the look on his face, he was loving every inch of that monster cock. "I'd love to be Mr. James right now," I said without thinking. "I know you would, buddy." "I'm sorry. I didn't mean..." "I know." We watched enthralled as Mr. Garland plowed Mr. James's ass. "What about you, Pat?" "Nah, he's my brother. It would just be too weird, ya know?" "Yeah, I guess so. I might feel the same way if it was my brother." "I'm super horny, Bob, you know I'm gonna want to fuck you after they finish." I laughed and said, "I sure hope so!" We shared a kiss and then went back to watching the show. The next thing we heard was, Mr. James's muffled scream of, "Aw fuck!" as he came. Then Mr. Garland shoved his prick in once more and stilled. He closed his eyes and moaned his own, "Aw fuck!" as he unloaded inside Mr. James. Pat and I didn't need to see any more. We came together in a wildly passionate kiss and he proceeded to fuck the living daylights out of me. I slept like a baby after that. (to be continued in Part 5)

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admin Admin Üyelik tarihi: 25 Şubat 2015 Mesajlar: 20.307	i-was-a-scout-4 `En Ateşli Sex İçin Arayın 0023780009232` Subject: I Was A Scout - Part 4 I Was a Scout - Part 4 Gay, teens, adults If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, then don't forget to fty/donate.html * * * * I was looking forward to sharing my experiences, again not all of them, with my fellow Scouts at our next meeting just after school started back up again. I entered the meeting room a little early; it was the school cafeteria actually. I was stunned to see a face that I never thought I'd see again even though I'd hoped to in my dreams. And he looked equally surprised to see me as well. "Pat?! What are you doing here?" "Hey, Bob! I told you I was coming to live with my brother... he's the Assistant Scoutmaster of this troop." Still in shock, I didn't know whether to hug him or shake hands. Pat answered my question by taking me into a friendly embrace, quick to let me go before it got embarrassing. "So, Mr. Garland is your brother?" "Yup!" "And you didn't think to tell me this at camp?" "I didn't know what his troop number was, and I didn't actually know where he lived, having never been to visit him here, so there really wasn't any way of putting two and two together." "But you don't even have the same last name?!" "Ron's my half-brother. We have the same mom... just different fathers, obviously." "Obviously," I repeated. I hadn't even noticed Mr. Garland had come over. Then he asked, "So, Patrick tells me you know each other from Scout Camp. That's great! He'll have at least one friend in his new troop and at school, right?" "Right," I replied. The others started arriving and as the meeting went on, Pat and I related our experiences at Camp. I tried not to stare at him when he spoke and I figured he was doing the same. At one point, I asked if I could go to the bathroom. I didn't really have to go, but I needed an excuse in case Pat wanted to follow me. When the door opened, and it was Pat, I flung myself at him. We kissed up against the door and I was happier than I'd been since we'd last been together in a tent in the woods all those weeks ago. "I missed you!" He said, when we finally pulled apart. "I missed you too!!! I still can't believe you didn't tell me!" "I told you, I didn't know. Forgive me?" "Forgive you? Of course, even if there's nothing to forgive. Promise me we'll try and see each other this weekend?" "I promise," he said, as he put up his fingers in the Scout salute. I chuckled and kissed him again, then said, "We'd better get back out there... unless you really have to pee." "I do actually. I'll be out in a minute." "I'll be there... waiting," I assured him. After erzincan escort the meeting was over, when we were saying our "goodbyes" once again, we made plans to see each other over the weekend, with my parents' and his brother's permission of course. I called him before I went to bed that night and we talked until my mom told me to hang up and go to bed. We talked each night until one of us was told to go to bed. By the time Friday came, I was incredibly eager to see him, so I rode my bike over to his brother's house and waited for him to come home from school. He had made the football team and had practice, so as much as I wanted to go watch him, I waited patiently at his house instead. When he came walking up, he looked surprised to see me. I only hoped it was a good kind of surprised. When he took me in his arms and squeezed me, I knew it was the good kind. We went inside and sat down on the couch to watch TV. His brother came home an hour later and the look on his face was priceless. Pat and I had been holding hands all afternoon and hadn't seen any need to stop just because his brother was home. Before Mr. Garland could say a word, Pat jumped in and said, "We're in love, Ron. I know this must come as a shock to you, but we fell in love at Scout camp." From the look on his face, I don't think that was quite what he was expecting to hear. He plopped down in the chair opposite us, then finally found his voice and said, "I wish I knew what to say in this situation, but I'm at a complete loss. I don't have any experience as a parent, so this is beyond me. Tell me what you want me to say, boys," he said as he threw up his hands in surrender. Again, Pat was the voice that spoke for us both. "There's nothing to say other than we won't be kept apart, so you might as well not try." "I'm not the one you should be worrying about, Patrick. It's Bobby's mother and father that should concern you. He's awfully young to have a... a boyfriend, don't you think?" "Mr. Garland, I know my mom and dad won't be happy. They'll say I'm not really in love, that I'm too young to know what love is, but I know I am..." I looked at Pat and he nodded, "we are!" Mr. Garland sighed and remarked, "Then who am I to stand in your way. I have some conditions though..." and without waiting for us to protest, he continued, "no spending time alone in your room with the door closed, Patrick. If you want to hang out here, that's fine. I don't suppose I can ask you not to make out, can I?" We both shook our heads. "Fine, then only make out here on the couch, understood?" erzurum escort We nodded, smiling secretly to ourselves since we alone knew that we'd already been intimate and would somehow find a way to do it again with or without his permission. "Is that all, Ron?" "I don't know!" He said, voice raised in what could only be described as frustration. "I suppose it would be too much to ask if you've already done it." We both just sat there grinning. "I'll take that as a `yes,'" then under his breath he mumbled what sounded like, "dammit." He got up and headed down the hall, yelling back to us, "Call your mom, Bobby, and ask her if you can stay for dinner." Pat and I looked at each other and smiled. We may have won that battle, but we also knew that we hadn't won the war, yet. * Mr. James joined us for dinner and it was nice to see him in a more casual setting than when we were on camping trips or at Scout meetings. He and Mr. Garland seemed like the best of friends, the way they got along, and for some reason that made me happy. I called my mom and asked if I could also spend the night and she said, yes. So, after he initially said, `no,' Mr. Garland agreed but told us we had to sleep in separate beds, like he was going to be able to stop one of us from sneaking into the other's bed. I was lying next to an already passed out Pat and just about to drift off to sleep myself, when I heard some noises coming from outside. I pulled the curtain back and saw Mr. Garland and Mr. James sitting in a couple of chaises, talking. Then Mr. James reached out his hand for Mr. Garland's and he took it. I watched, fascinated, as they sat drinking beer and holding hands. I started to wonder just how friendly they really were when they each leaned into the other and kissed. Now that surprised me! I was torn between watching and waking up Pat to watch with me. I decided to do the latter. I shook his shoulder and whispered, "Pat, your brother and Mr. James are making out in the backyard." "Oh, that," he said, still groggy from sleep. "I thought you knew." "How would I know?!" I asked quietly frustrated. "I don't know, I just thought you did. No biggie, now go back to sleep, will ya?" He turned back over and went back to sleep almost immediately. But I couldn't stop watching. I decided to open the window a little bit so that I could hear what they were saying. "Are you sure, they're asleep?" Mr. James asked. "As sure as I can be, knowing two teenage boys." "I want you, Ron." "And I want you, too, John, so get over here," he replied. So, Mr. esat escort James got up and came over to sit in Mr. Garland's lap, then leaned back into the taller man. Mr. Garland's hands started wandering all over Mr. James finally settling in his lap, rubbing his crotch. That did it, I was super hard and had to wake up Pat to tell him. "Pat, wake up," I whispered. "What is it now?" he asked, again groggy from sleep. "Your brother is rubbing Mr. James's crotch." "What?!" He asked a little too loudly, so I had to put my hand over his mouth to quiet him as I leaned back away from the window. When I looked again they didn't seem to have heard, so I took my hand off Pat's mouth and let him up to see what I was talking about. He pulled back the other corner of the curtain and looked out. By this time, Mr. Garland had Mr. James's cock out and was stroking it in the pale moonlight. "Damn," Pat said in a whisper. "That's one fat cock!" "Yeah, it is. What's your brother's look like?" "I don't know. I've never seen it." "Well, maybe we will tonight," I said hopefully. "Stand up, John," Mr. Garland instructed. Mr. James stood and removed his shirt, shorts and underwear then bent over and looked back at Mr. Garland, waiting for what was coming next. Mr. Garland stood to, then stepped over the chaise and took his own shirt, shorts and underwear off revealing the largest uncut prick I think either of us had ever seen. "Holy shit!" Pat whispered loudly. "My brother is hung like a fucking horse!" "Yeah, he is," I said in agreement. Then Mr. Garland leaned over and pulled something out of his pocket. Even though I couldn't see it clearly, it must have been lube because the was squirting it on his prick and then in Mr. James's butt. He didn't waste any time opening him up before sinking his dick into Mr. James and from the look on his face, he was loving every inch of that monster cock. "I'd love to be Mr. James right now," I said without thinking. "I know you would, buddy." "I'm sorry. I didn't mean..." "I know." We watched enthralled as Mr. Garland plowed Mr. James's ass. "What about you, Pat?" "Nah, he's my brother. It would just be too weird, ya know?" "Yeah, I guess so. I might feel the same way if it was my brother." "I'm super horny, Bob, you know I'm gonna want to fuck you after they finish." I laughed and said, "I sure hope so!" We shared a kiss and then went back to watching the show. The next thing we heard was, Mr. James's muffled scream of, "Aw fuck!" as he came. Then Mr. Garland shoved his prick in once more and stilled. He closed his eyes and moaned his own, "Aw fuck!" as he unloaded inside Mr. James. Pat and I didn't need to see any more. We came together in a wildly passionate kiss and he proceeded to fuck the living daylights out of me. I slept like a baby after that. (to be continued in Part 5)