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Subject: Scoutmaster Secret Part 1 [gay adult-youth] Scoutmaster Secret Part 1 by Boy Dreamer Matt Loveson was looking forward to a VERY exciting week in the mountains. And it wasn’t just the magficent vistas and the fresh air he was anticipating. As Scoutmaster for Cub Scout Troop 6969, he was also very much looking forward to furthering the…education of the boys in his care. Especially the newest member of his troop, 9-year-old Ricky Smallwood. Ricky had moved to town with his single mother the day after his nth birthday. She had enrolled him in the local Cub Scout troop, and every other extracurricular activity she could think of, as soon as possible. Getting the boy out of her own selfish hands was pretty much always her top priority, but Matt wasn’t complaing–he was quite happy to have a chance to get his own hands on the sweet boy. Preferably before the lad’s Little League and Soccer coaches got ahold of him. “Nice guys,” he though, “but a boy’s cherry really belongs to his Scoutmaster. I mean, if his daddy isn’t around.” Matt didn’t mind sharing his boys, but he was always interested in being “first,” and with any luck he’d get to be the one to introduce Ricky to sex education. The upcoming mountain camping trip was just the time to do it. It’s no wonder a line of local pederasts was forming; Ricky was a stunner. At just about four feet tall, he was still a touch small, even for a 9-year-old. His slender frame was almost delicate–and quite delicious looking. His soft skin was totally hairless. When he wore shorts, which he did often, he showed off the creamiest, most molestable inner thighs Matt had ever seen–and he had seen a lot of hairless boys’ inner-thighs in his 13 years as a Cub Scout leader. There wasn’t a hair in sight south of the boy’s eyelashes–just like Matt liked it! The boy’s sandy brown-blonde hair was cut short; his blue eyes shone with a combination of innocence and an eagerness to please that made him even more attractive. The boy was clearly hungry for male affection–most boys are at that age, but especially boys like Ricky, who had grown up without the attention of a loving daddy to “shepherd” his development over the years. His round face was graced by bright blue eyes, a button nose, a dusting of freckles, and the pinkest mouth imaginable–he was a very pretty boy. And while Matt hadn’t yet gotten to see Ricky out of his Cub Scout uform, he had high hopes for what the rest of the lad’s vulnerable little body would look like once exposed in the lantern glow of the tent he planned to share with Ricky up in the mountains. Matt was a specialist in providing needy young boys with male affection. He’d grown up in scouting himself–from Cub Scout to Eagle Scout–and had of course been taught ALL the requisite lessons by the succession of local dads and older boys who’d supervised his journey into manhood. He was grateful to every last one of them–like Ricky, Matt had grown up without a father, but his Scoutmasters had always been there for him, and he was happy to pay it forward as soon as he could. After college, he returned to his hometown and eagerly volunteered to work with the same Cub Scout troop he’d grown up in. And shortly after he turned 30, he’d taken over Cub Scout Troop 6969 when the previous Scoutmaster (who also happened to have been Matt’s first Adult Friend) had–very reluctantly–retired. Matt genuinely loved scouting and he genuinely loved the boys, in all the ways they needed to be loved. Educating, mentoring, and caring for them; teaching them valuable life skills; nurturing them on their journey to manhood; and teaching many of them ALL about how the male body works and how much fun it can be: for Matt, it was all tied up together. To him, regardless of what the outside world might think, adult men sharing with young boys was an incredibly important part of life. It set the boys up for success and, best of all, it was extremely pleasurable for the boys and the men. A win-win all around, in other words. Every last one of the boys he had educated over the years had loved the experience. To a curious little Cub Scout, getting attention from Matt was everything the little lads craved. Now 35, the man had always worked to stay in decent shape; his physique was far from perfect, but his hairy, masculine frame was muscled enough to arouse the…appreciation of the boys. With his dark hair, dark beard, dark body hair, and biceps and quads that filled out his Scoutmaster uform very cely, Matt’s mere presence had many of the boys in his pack feeling inexplicably excited even before he began his “hands-on” educational program. And Ricky had been no exception. The first time he’d met Matt, when his mother had dropped him off for his first den meeting, he’d been fascinated by the man’s body–especially his hairy legs and the way his Scoutmaster shorts showed off the man’s thighs and even [blush] a very big bulge in the zipper area. The boy kept sneaking little glances, which Matt, with his keen eyes, of course noticed. At one point, while they boys were working on a craft project, Matt had leaned over Ricky to show him something and had put his hand on the boy’s right shoulder; he could feel the way Ricky tensed abidinpaşa escort up and drew in a sharp breath. “Very promising,” Matt thought. He’d told the boy to stay back for a minute at the end of the meeting to ask him a few questions; and he was satisfied with everything he learned. The boy had no father at home and a mother who was clearly unterested to the point of being neglectful; but he also found that Ricky was intelligent, polite, docile, and very much excited to be part of the pack. “Well we’re so glad to have you here, little buddy!” Matt said as he wrapped up the conversation. Tousling the boy’s hair, he said, “And I think you’ll have lots of fun and learn lots of new things with us. Fun guy stuff, you know?” Ricky really didn’t know, but the way the man had tousled his hair, and the idea of “guy stuff”–whatever it was–had awakened his sweet little pes, which began to tent his short Scout shorts. Matt noticed but didn’t say anything; he knew to take things slowerly. He’d merely given the boy a permission slip and supply list for the camping trip, instructing him to ask his mother if he could attend. The answer was a foregone conclusion, of course; Ricky’s mother was happy to get rid of him for a week and barely asked any questions. “A total bitch,” Matt thought–but he was always thankful for the neglectful ones. They never asked a lot of questions and their sons were usually that much more in need of Matt’s loving attention. So she dropped Ricky off for the camping trip at the appointed time two weeks later and didn’t look back. The boy was all Matt’s…just like he liked it. So their entourage headed into the mountains; Matt, his young assistant–an Eagle Scout named Mike who’d just graduated high school two weeks ago–and fourteen delicious little Cub Scouts. Mike had been a favorite of Matt’s ever since the man had started volunteering as Scoutmaster after coming home from college. The high school lad had learned A LOT from Matt over the years: not only what it was like for a Cub Scout to get to know his Scoutmaster very well, but also how to teach some of the boys himself when the adults were too busy or tired to “handle” things the way the boys needed. He was also very much looking forward to the week ahead, and although he deferred to Matt as having first dibs on Ricky, there were enough eager young boys in the troop to satisfy his needs many times over. By pre-arrangement, Matt and Mike had agreed on sleeping arrangements. Matt would be sharing a tent with Ricky, of course, while Mike would be paired with a very loving eight-year-old named Johnny. The remaing twelve boys would be paired off for the own sleeping bag adventures at bedtime. Matt and Mike did not itiate every boy fully into their secret games–some of them had parents who were way too nosy–but everyone knows what randy little lads get up to in the dark when they’re alone together. Even the most skilled mathematician wouldn’t have been able to count all the dry little boygasms that would be happeng that week with or without adult supervision. On the way up to the mountains, Matt was able to start laying the groundwork for the week ahead thanks to another little arrangement he’d made with Mike, who’d be driving the other thirteen boys to the campsite in a van while Matt took Ricky in his own car. “There’s not room for all of us in the van, buddy–you mind riding shotgun with me and keeping me company?” Ricky was nervous but thrilled; he squeaked out a little, “Sure!” and Matt knew why he was excited, even if the boy didn’t: exactly the kind of situation that made Matt’s pederastic cock stand at attention. This was going to be fun! He didn’t pull over and molest the boy on the way to camp, of course. He planned to take things at least a little slowly. So, at first, man and boy chatted innocently along the way, with Matt asking Ricky lots of questions about his life and where he’d lived before moving to town. Ricky was over the moon; he’d never spent this much time alone with an adult man before, and no one had ever showed this much genuine interest in him. Naturally shy, before long he found himself chattering away as Matt listened and responded to the boy as if he actually cared about what he was saying. It was so cool! Of course, the whole time, Ricky was also sneaking shy little glances at the man’s lap. He couldn’t help it–he was fascinated by the man’s body hair. And his muscly thighs. And the way the man’s shorts got all…bunched up in the crotch area. Was it getting warm in there? As they approached the mountains, Matt finally started to shift the conversation in a new direction. “So, buddy, you haven’t been camping before, huh? Anything you’re excited or nervous about, Ricky?” Ricky, without realizing it, was starting at Matt’s crotch again; he snapped back to attention. After rattling off a list of things he was looking forward to–campfires, s’mores, swimming in the lake–he trailed off a little bit. Matt sensed he was now thinking of the “nervous” part of the equation. “Anything you’re a little worried about, buddy? It’s OK to tell me. I’ll try my best to make you feel better. You’re going to have a GREAT time, adana escort I promise.” So Ricky, biting his lip for a moment, said, “Yeah…there are a couple of things I’m a little…nervous about…” “Fire away, little man! Tell me how I can make you feel better.” “Well…I just hope…for starters…I hope the boy I share a tent with isn’t…mean or anything. Since I’m new. And haven’t been camping before.” “Oh, nothing to worry about there, Ricky! Since it’s your first time, you’ll be sharing a tent with me!” Ricky gave a little gasp, which Matt savored. Not telling the boy ahead of time had been, to be honest, part of the fun. He savored the boy’s response. Ricky was thrilled but also terrified. He was already crazy about Matt, but something about how the man made him feel…sort of warm…and nervous…and tingly. He didn’t really understand the feelings; he only knew that they scared him a little even as they also caused his two-inch prick to give a little twitch in his short scouting shorts. “Oh, I didn’t know! That’s…I mean…that’s cool!” The boy stammered a bit in his excitement. “Yeah, buddy! No worries there. I promise to be a good tentmate. I’ll even let you share my sleeping bag if you get cold!” He said it seemingly jokingly, and Ricky giggled. But Matt hoped that by the end of at least their second ght together they’d be sharing a sleeping bag regardless of the temperature outside. “Anything else worrying you, buddy?” Ricky hesitated and bit his lip again. This one was a little more embarrassing. “Yeah, Matt…I was wondering…about showers and stuff…I mean, they’ll be…private, right? I mean, I won’t have to….” He trailed off, leaving the thought unfished. Matt picked up the thread. “Well, buddy, this is a camping trip, and we will be in the mountains. The bathrooms aren’t exactly fancy. There’s a group shower and we usually all just shower together. It’s not a big deal since it’s just us guys…nothing to be ashamed of, right?” Ricky wasn’t so sure, even though the stiffy in his underpants really seemed to like the idea. Matt decided to press his advantage. “But if you wanted, I could make sure everyone knew you wanted to shower alone. After everyone else was done. Since it’s your first time and all. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind the hassle.” Ricky was terrified of being naked around other males for the first time in his young life, but he was even more terrified of being branded a loser or a baby. “NO! I mean, uh, no, that’s OK! Please don’t say anything. I’ll be alright. Really!” “Good boy,” Matt chuckled to himself. But out loud, he pressed on: “What makes you nervous about it, buddy?” “Well, I…I just never…I mean…at home I only take baths by myself, and….” Matt tried not to careen off the road as he fantasized for a moment about Ricky all naked, washing every inch of his sweet body in a bubble bath filled with toys. Ahem. “Oh, you mean you’ve never been naked with other boys before?” Ricky shook his head; Matt savored his innocence. “Gotcha, champ. Well, I get it. It can be a little scary at first. But it’s nothing to worry about. They’re all boys, too, so when you see them naked, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before by yourself in the bath. It’s just guy stuff, you know? Guys shower together all the time and it’s no big deal. Besides, Mike and I wouldn’t let anyone say or do anything mean to you while we showered. Ricky’s eyes opened EXTRA wide. “Wait…you mean…you’ll be there too? In the showers, I mean? Like…showering…and everything?” Matt chuckled again, out loud this time. “Of course, buddy! How else will we stay clean out here? And make sure you boys stay clean all over, too?” Ricky seemed unconvinced. Matt decided to be direct: “Ricky, have you ever seen a grown man naked?” The boy’s sweet little face flushed red as he gasped. “I…I mean…uh…no…” “Perfect,” Matt thought. “Oh, I see!” he said aloud. “So you haven’t seen how men and little boys are different in their special places? Down there, I mean–in our private parts?” He pointed at the boy’s crotch. Ricky whimpered. His pes was outrageously stiff and he was terrified the man had noticed. The man had, in fact, noticed. This was fun! “Hey, little man…nothing to be worried about. I know boys your age can have lots of questions about stuff like that and it makes them a little nervous. I felt that way when I was a Cub Scout, and my Scoutmaster was super ce and helped me feel…MUCH better about being naked around other boys and men. And I really want to do the same thing for you, you know? So that you have a good time?” Ricky nodded. Matt continued. “Maybe it’ll be helpful if I sort of…describe things for you, so that you’re not surprised by what you see?” Silence–only blushing. And perhaps some throbbing in the boy’s crotch area. So Matt continued: “There are a lot of differences between a man’s body and a little boy’s body. For example, I bet you still don’t have any hair around your pes, do you?” Ricky felt humiliated, especially because his little cocklet was so insistently stiff, and he had no idea why. A cold sweat had formed on his pretty upper lip. “No,” he said, in an extremely small adıyaman escort voice. “Cool!” Matt said. “That’s normal for a boy your age. I’ve seen for myself and I can tell you that none of the other boys in our troop have hair down there, either. Boys your age just don’t grow it yet. Boys don’t start growing hair on their pes and testicles, or anywhere else, until they get a little older and go through something called puberty. Hopefully you won’t have to worry about it for years and years. Until it happens, your pes and testicles won’t have any hair on them and you won’t get hair anywhere else, either. Your pes probably hasn’t really started to grow yet, has it? Most of the boys in our troop still have small little willies, maybe between one and three inches. That’s normal for boys your age. Your testicles probably stay kind of close up to your body too, don’t they? When you get older they’ll start to fall away from you a little bit. You’ll see. Someday. And on me and Mike. Toght. In the showers.” Ricky was in awe. Or maybe shock. No one had ever talked to him about this stuff–certainly not his mom, who barely had time for him at all. He was fascinated and he was, sexually, totally innocent. Without a daddy to raise him right, he just didn’t know this stuff. He was about to learn–as soon as that ght, apparently! But Matt was continuing: “Now, the difference you’ll see on me and Mike is that we have hair down there. Lots of it. I mean, you can see that I have hair all over my body. It’s what happens when you start to become a man. You grow body hair and get big muscles and stuff.” He waited a couple of beats before continuing. “And of course our peses are a lot bigger, too. Longer and thicker. And our testicles are bigger and hairier and they hang lower.” Matt was very much enjoying the effect his words were having. The boy was gripping the sides of his seat and his mouth, hanging slightly open, seemed dry. The small tent in his crotch as as strong as ever. His creamy, hairless thighs might even have been quivering a little bit. “You’ll be able to see toght when we all take a shower together, buddy. You’ll see that you and all the other boys are on the same page–still smooth and boyish. But you’ll also be able to see what you’ll all look like someday as you grow up and become men. Me and Mike don’t mind if you look at our grown up bodies while we are naked–it’s all part of growing up. That’s what scouting is all about: men like men helping young boys like you grow up and learn all kinds of things. Just guy stuff, you know? I’ve noticed all the other boys in our troop looking at my pes sometimes. In the showers. It’s natural to wonder about stuff like that.” Ricky squeaked out an “I guess so” but his insides were spinng. He’d very quickly gone from terrified to showering naked with the other boys to wishing they could pull over and find a group shower as soon as humanly possible. “Oh, and one more thing.” Matt decided to twist the proverbial kfe a little. “Sometimes in the showers, you or the others boys, and even me and Mike, might get a stiffy. You know what that is, right? When your pes gets stiff?” Ricky squirmed in response, wondering why the man was saying all this and desperately hoping that he’d keep going. Matt took pity on him. Or perhaps he merely took a liberty. He reached his right hand over and placed it on the top of the boy’s left leg, with his palm on the boy’s exposed quad (thank goodness for those regulation scouting short shorts) and his fingers resting on the curve of the boy’s hairless inner thigh. Ricky melted at the man’s touch; his pes small little boy pes became even more rigid. Matt said, “Hey, buddy! Nothing to be nervous about, ok? Boys and men get stiff down there all the time. It just means you’re a healthy, growing boy, and it usually means that you enjoy spending time with whoever you’re with when you get all stiff like that. No big deal.” Ricky liked Matt. A lot. So that explained why his little pes was so stiff whenever he was around the man. But he blushed deeply at the thought of being naked. And stiff. Around all those other hairless boys. And the big, hairy men. Whose peses might or might not be stiff at the time. Before he could respond, though, he heard Matt saying, “Well, buddy! We’re here!” It was true. They had just pulled into the campground. Matt’s hand was still on the boy’s creamy thigh. He managed to make a sideways glance and saw the craziest thing–it looked like the man’s pes was all stiff too! The front of the man’s shorts was standing up the same way Ricky’s were! “Huh…I guess it really is OK,” he thought, and then another idea flashed through his mind. “And I guess that must mean Matt likes being with me!” He certainly did. As Matt pulled the car into the campsite, he reluctantly withdrew his hand from the boy’s thigh to put the car into park. Once he did so, and just as the van driven by Rick pulled in beside them, Matt looked at the boy and smiled. “Hey, little buddy. Don’t worry about a thing. I’ll take great care of you. And I know you’re going to have a REALLY fun time up here.” Ricky’s stomach gave a little leap and his two-inch pes twitched. “Wow! he thought. “I can’t wait!” — Don’t worry, there will be sex; y’all know I like to take my time! And this is a super-hot scenario to me…”the talk” between man and boy laying the groundwork for further adventures. Yummy… Check out my work on fty: Birthday Secret Stepdaddy Secret Nephew Secret

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