Eagle
Boy
Thematic material borrowed from long forgotton
source,
masticated and modified and set down herewith. I take credit only for
the
fiction/fantasy part. If you want to claim credit for the original
memoir
please write and I will emend this note.
Years ago, when I was
in
college I served as an Assistant SM with a troop
that was located in
the city
nearby the college. One weekend the troop
went on a camping
trip up in
the rolling hills and I went along, of course.
Spread-eagled in that sand pit was how they found him. JimmyD was one of the younger Scouts. His background of petty crime, poor grades, broken home, was nondescript for his community. He was pretty smart despite his poor grades in school; one day he would make a fine Patrol Leader except that he was shy and small for his age. But his shyness was manifest only amongst groups of his peers. Peter, the ASM, had rebuffed the boys advances more than once, perhaps not yet ready to admit something he knew about himself.
Saturday afternoon
the SM
decided that he and I should go in to town for
some supplies, and
leave the
Green Bar in charge of the camp for a while
- to show them we
trusted them,
and develop leadership/responsibility, etc.
The Green Bar at this camp consisted of four boys on the order of fifteen to seventeen years. The JASM, Jose, was the oldest; Sam and Eric were brothers and served the twin positions of Scribe and QM. The SPL, Paul, was a strapping son of a redneck Troop Committee Chairman. Paul held sway over the older boys with his charismatic leadership. It is too bad he had such fear of the things he did not understand instead of the curiosity usual for boys.
So off to town we
went. On our
return, we found one of the younger scouts
staked out on his
back in the
field in the blazing sun with nothing on.
Investigation
revealed that
someone had found him in a tent delivering
a blow job to another
scout,
and the 'boys in the troop' had decided this
was how he should be
punished.
(This was in the early '60s)
This was not the first blow job JD had given in his quest for friendship nor was this particular blow job incident to his being staked out in the sandy field. It was not until much later that Peter learned the rest of the story in bits and pieces from the other Scouts and finally from JD himself how he'd been cozened by the JASM and the Green Bar.
At the time, and for
many years
later, I was NOT out — in fact, I was very
paranoid and
constantly in fear
that I would be 'discovered' with much the
same consequences as
happened
to Jimmy D. (I still remember his name
and his face after
all these
years).
JD was a boy from The Project. Only child, no father, his uniform came from the troop's grab bag. He was proud to be a Scout and struggled to earn his way; but he was desperate for friends. The welfare agency helped pay his way to camp. JD wasn't trying to buy friends with his blow jobs; he enjoyed doing it. Where ever, when ever; he would approach a fellow Scout, in his tent or on the trail, as long as the other boy was alone. In a crowd JD would stutter but alone he would sit by the other boy and speak without a trace of difficulty: —Can I blow you? Can I suck your cock?
Most of the boys JD approached were bigger than him tho of about the same age but they were either beguiled, intrigued, or threatened by his request; few turned him down, none turned him in. Despite the macho posturing of the Green Bar and their occasional derisive expletives like homo, fag, queer, cocksucker, when describing certain school mates, the younger boys in the troop made no connexion between their intercourse with JD and what the older boys talked about. Until JD was caught.
Thus, I was petrified
at the
thought of defending JD... so I kept my
mouth
shut and deferred to
the SM who
basically went along with the situation.
The SM suggested someone throw a bucket of water on the lad to cool him down. Paul took care of that. JD had given up crying but looked at Peter with a pleading eye that drove the young man away. Sam and Eric returned later with a billy hung under a tripod. The billy was full of water and had a small hole in its bottom so the water dripped out. They arranged the tripod so the water dripped on the end of JD's cock and then stood around to watch its effect. The boy was aroused by this torture and soon his cock was hard and angled up towards his belly like a young boy's cock will when it is erect. Sam and Eric rearranged their tripod so the water dripped on the underside of JD's glans, just peeping out from its foreskin. Paul returned and was about to throw another bucket of water on JD when the spread-eagled lad pee'd on himself.
I have never forgiven
myself
for not defending that boy, which I could have
done without actually
'coming
out' myself. But I was rather immature in
that aspect of life
at the time
and gave in to my fears.
The night before JD had visited three boys in their tents after Taps. One he had propositioned at the campfire and may have even sucked him off right there had not an evening rain shower put an early end to the festivities. JD told each of his marks to leave their underwear hanging over the end of their bunk so he would know where they were when he came round. Sometimes sucking one boy in a tent would result in the bonus of getting his mate as well.
JD, wearing only his shorts, would slip into the rear of a tent after determining which bunk was flagged with his invitation. Sometimes he would put his head into the mark's sleeping bag and suck the boy lying down. Other times the boy would prefer to stand and JD would kneel in between the narrow cots.
In the last tent this evening the mark ask'd if JD would come back and blow him again in the morning, early, before anyone else was awake. This was like heaven to JD. Enough that he liked to suck on boy's cocks and went to great length get their permission. Here was one lad who was asking him to come back. In his tent later he drank from his canteen to be sure he would be awake early.
The next morning he hastened back to the last tent he'd been in and found the lad lying on his cot idly stroking himself. —...to be all hard and ready for you. JD's running through the camp behind the tents in the twilight of early morning had not gone un-noticed. Across the quadrangle JASM Jose paused in his work on Bird Study merit badge to train his binoculars on the fleeting motion that might have been a rabbit or even a deer as it ran behind Billy and Marc's tent. But whatever it was did not continue beyond that tent. Jose panned back and forth and saw motion within the tent. Perhaps those boys had set out some bait to trap something. He was about to go and see what they caught when he saw the unmistakable tableau of one boy on his knees in front of another. He watched and felt his own erection cry for attention as the scene unfolded. Dirty Pinko Cocksucker came to mind. He wanted to go and drag the homo out right now in front of everyone except that everyone was still asleep. And the SM just might cut short any fun he could arrange. He would wait, perhaps trap the faggot later. So he continued to watch as Billy came and JD left.
JD was especially a
kid who
should not have been ostracized from that troop.
He was from a broken
family,
lived in the 'projects', had enough trouble
relating to other
kids and was
just beginning to get some self confidence.
During breakfast Jose told Sam and Eric a little of his plan but left out the identity of the boy he intended to trap. He enlisted their help nonetheless and then brought Paul into it as well. All of them felt they were on a noble course to rid their troop of a homo faggot and they were especially relieved that Jose had offered to be the bait himself and not ask either of them to suffer the degradation of a blow job.
The troop was busy all morning with their various Scouting projects and badge work. Some of the boys had gone off on a day hike; others worked on a pioneering bridge over a stream that didn't need one. Jose made a point of assigning JD to himself to clean out the shower drains and sweep down the deck after lunch so it would be ready for evening showers. Right after lunch Jose tapped JD and they went down the hill to the shower house. Paul, Sam and Eric followed a few minutes later with some rope.
JD fell to with enthusiasm. It was not often he got to work along side one of the older boys. More often he was assigned by them to distasteful tasks reserved for the youngest-newest kids. He left his sneakers in the small dressing room and took a broom from the locker to sweep down the slatted wooden deck of the shower and brush spider webs from the corners. Jose crawled under the deck to check the condition of the drainage area. When he returned his chest, just showing the faintest signs of nascent manhood between its nipples, was smeared with old leaves and his back was speckled with the sweepings from the deck. JD had by this time removed his shirt and his face and torso were streaked with sweat.
Jose offered that they should try out the shower, make sure it was all in order for the rest of the Scouts. He asked JD if the boy would mind washing his back. They quickly stripped and got into the hot spray; JD reaching up Jose's back to the tall boy's shoulders was excited by the hairy nates brushing against his chest. Jose had a big cock, much bigger than Billy's; it even looked bigger than that cop he'd sucked a few months ago when he was picked up on suspicion of shoplifting. He'd just blurted it out then —If you let me go mister I'll suck you off. At first he thought the cop was going to tear his head off as he dragged him to the patrol car but once inside and moving the cop became a different person.
He'd motioned JD over to him and took the boy's hand and placed it in his crotch. —That's quite a mouthful for a young boy like you, think you can handle it? JD nodded, tears welling in his eyes. The last thing he needed was for his mother to find out he'd been picked up for shoplifting. His tears were for happiness and fear together. He'd given blow jobs to other boys before but never a man.
Now he was down to the top of the hairy nates and Jose turned around. The older boy was hard, his cock stuck out from a thick nest of curly black hair, the circumcised tip curved up, pointed invitingly at JD's hairless chest. He wanted so much to touch it, to take it between his lips. He felt Jose's hand on his shoulder almost pressing him closer. JD looked up. Words failed him, his stutter threatened. Jose nodded, It's ok JD, I know how much you like to give blow jobs. You can do me if you want, if you think you can handle it. But you might want to wash it first; we wouldn't want anyone to think your were a dirty cocksucker would we. He laughed and JD smiled as he took hold of the shaft with both hands and lathered it. Jose cautioned the youth to be careful how he stroked it so to make sure it didn't come before he had it in his mouth. They laughed together and JD felt he had found a friend. In another minute the boy was on his knees sucking his JASM's jism when the three who witnessed this charade burst in. JD was terrified as his friend turned informer. They tied a Boy Scout scarf over his eyes and used another to gag him. His hands were tied behind his back with a rope and he felt them tie a cord round his cock and balls to lead him with.
The kangaroo court was swift. Billy was brought to testify that he had been forced into accepting the blow job observed by Jose that morning. Nobody could see JD crying behind the scarf that covered his eyes as these kids he thought were his friends and brothers betrayed him. Paul pronounced judgment that the faggot homo cock sucker should be staked out in the field until he quit.
He never came back to
the
troop. I saw him on the street near the campus
a few months after
that, and
tried to get his attention (with the thought
of befriending him)
but he
either didn't see me or ignored me. I've often
wondered and worried
about what
became of him, though perhaps I really
do not want to hear
it.