I never made it out of Cub Scouts as a kid. A friend had invited me when I was in middle school to come to a Boy Scout camp out with his church troop, but it was a bad weekend for me to go so I didn't. That was my scouting experience until I had two boys of my own. They got into scouting at a young age. They advance through Cub Scouts and on into Boy Scouts....
"I think it's wreckage of a ship. From the storm last night. It's not strange to find ship wreckage on the Cefalu beach after a tempest like that." Two scouts, on their regular patrol along the Adrano coastline while the forces of the Prince of Madness sought to invade the island nation, had stopped on the beach, their attention arrested by shattered ship p...
"I think it's wreckage of a ship. From the storm last night." It wasn't strange to find ship wreckage on the Cefalu beach, in the kingdom of Akamantis, after a tempest like the one that had raged the previous night. Two scouts, on their regular patrol along the coastline of the island of Li' in vigilance against the forces of the Prince of Madness, which s...
They had first met in an insurgent camp outside Yogyakarta in the Indonesian jungle, far from their own country of the Philippines. In the Philippines there was little chance that they would have met, especially while the Americans were still there in force, but even in more recent years when the government had been weak and taken up with internal squabbling...
"Wowser. At two o'clock and headed in our direction." "Oh, gawd, yes. I see him." Casey muttered back to Phil. "What a hunk in his skimpy little black shorts. And look at those muscles. Delicious. Let's pull up by the bench right up there. If he stops to pet the dog, maybe we can get him to sit down long enough for us to reel him in." And then, in an even m...
Our neighbors have a really good-looking son," Chad. His room is up in the attic of their house like mine is. Every now and then I see him in his window and he's seen me from his. He knows all about me and is cool about my cross-dressing. I see him with a lot of pretty girls. Sometimes I catch him sneaking them up to his room. The girls can get pretty loud a...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === While Matt Strickson's PowerPoint presentation was unremittingly dreary, the way his arse flexed and rippled in the back of his tight grey trousers every time he turned towards the whiteboard was more than enough to keep me entertained. Most people betray at least some signs of nervousness...
Eric was about three drinks in when Mike started telling a story by the campfire. They were out in the forest, night air filled with wood smoke and autumn chill, and their friends gathered around the licking flames with their beers. "You guys know about the ghost out here, right?" Ben snorted. "Ghost? The fuck are you talking about?" Mike grinned and took...
My mother married young; I was born when she was only 18. Her younger brother was only 6 when I was born. We lived only three doors away from mom's folks, and my uncle was like a god to me. When I was 9, he was 15, and kayaking in the Pennsylvania mountains, and shooting rats at the Doylestown borough dump. He was the star on his high school baseball team, a...
In the dark, Jon could just make out Dan's white form. He lay on his side, not trying to disguise the shape of his still erect penis touching his stomach. At this, Jon's also began to rise again. He was letting him in...letting him do what he'd always wanted. And this time – Jon decided – this was an invitation he was not going to refuse... Drawing in a dee...