Subject: Scoutmaster Mr Lockwood 1 This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and young men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between consenting underage boy and adult males. Take a minute and donate to Nifty so we can all continue to enjoy such a fantastic site and keep it going!! _______________ While lots of times and places were pivotal for growing boys, for me, that time and pace was Joining the scouts. I had always wanted to be a boy scout and now, I was about to enter my first den meeting. As a growing 13 year old, I realized there were many boys who had been members since they were in the 5th grade, so I had a lot to catch up on. That was why I was so glad to have Dustin as my best friend to help me through the process. He lived across the street. On top of that, I realized my luck when they told me that the first Scout meeting I was going to would be at Mr. Lockwood’s house. Mr. Lockwood lived next door and I had been watching him ever since I could remember. He was a 25 year old guy who — well, there’s no other way to say it — oozed sexiness. He wasn’t what I would call a `beefcake’ or anything like that but he was good looking. He stood about 6 foot, weighed about 175, with short blonde hair and the deepest green eyes. He was physically somewhat thin but not skinny. He always seemed tan, always worked in his yard without a shirt and always made sure his white BVD underwear band could be seen above his jeans (Yes, I know he probably didn’t do that just for me but it was a plus). I spent an inordinate time looking out of my bedroom window when he was in his yard, sweating and mowing. He would look over towards our house, see me looking at him and give me that big smile that made me go hard every time. On the few times we had met (he would be working in his yard when I was playing outside), we would talk about karabük escort various things, either the neighborhood or something local. He always seemed to treat me more like a little brother. I had no siblings so I soaked it all up. Mr. Lockwood was really neat! Anyhow, whenever the boy scouts met at his house (and I was on point at my window when they did), Mr. Lockwood would be in his official Boy Scout uniform, looked the part of a young adult scout leader (and obviously in-shape). His uniform was sharp in every way, the shirt fit perfectly and his shorts fit very well. He had a bulge that I wished to see more of (in more detail) and his socks went up to just under his knees. His Kerchief was perfect with a large silver coupling keeping it in its place. The first den meeting I was to attend was actually scheduled at his house, so I could not be more excited. My friend, Dustin, who was already a member, lived across the street. We met just outside my house and both walked over and went in. Mr. Lockwood wasn’t married but had a sister that visited often and was there, greeting all the boys, directing them out to the back porch. There, Mr. Lockwood greeted everyone as they arrived. He looked and realized I was there and got a big smile. “Jimmy,” He said, running over to shake my hand. “It’s so great to see you with us. Are you ready to join the scouts?” “Yes sir, I am,” I said excitedly. “Great to hear,” Mr. Lockwood said. “Dustin, are you his sponsor?” “Yes sir, I am,” Dustin said. “Well, let’s get him in to be a part of the pack” he said. I heard excitement in his voice and as a result, so was I. With that, Dustin and I walked around and he introduced me to the other eight boys who were there. Most had the official Boy Scout uniform, while two had tight jeans on instead of the uniform pants. All of them were friendly. Dustin told everyone’s name. I am bad at names and karaman escort knew I would have to ask him later on about who is who but was excited just to meet them. Mr. Lockwood called the meeting to order. Everyone came into a circle and I saw, in the background, his sister quickly leave the area and pull the sliding door closed. “It’s so great to see all of you here,” Mr. Lockwood started. “Tonight, we have a new Scout who will be joining us”. There was a rush of exciting talk amongst all of the scouts but Mr. Lockwood calmed them down. The next 20 minutes were involving a circle, a salute to the flag, repeating the scout motto (I had learned that earlier and happily joined in) and then we all took a seat, in a circle, around Mr. Lockwood. He discussed what we were doing that night (two projects the boys were working on) and a possible camping trip coming up. “You know how long it’s been since we did any campouts, so I thought having a practice run here at the house might be in order,” he told us. Seriously? A campout? It sounded so neat! I was a little concerned as I had never slept anywhere except my bed and had no idea what was involved. “In the practice, we’ll do almost everything we would do in the woods,” Mr. Lockwood told us. “Of course, we won’t need to dig a latrine. My bathroom in the house will be available”. Gosh, what a dope I was. I hadn’t even thought about all of the comfort items I had at my place that would not be available in the woods. I was glad Mr. Lockwood was doing a practice run. After asking us when we might be available, he decided the following weekend would be good for the practice run. From that, we split into two groups and worked on the projects. About 2 hours later, Mr. Lockwood called us back to a circle. He had some things next to him and asked me to come up and stand next to him. Honestly, I don’t remember much about the ceremony. kars escort Mr. Lockwood towered over me and I remember saying yes to every question he asked and him placing the official scout kerchief over my head and around my neck. His large hands moved all around my shoulders as he did and I got a small shiver. He felt so strong yet gentle. And, before you knew it, I was an official boy scout! As Dustin and I left the meeting, we started to walk across the street to his house. We were both chattering about what had happened and the practice campout. “Have you ever camped out in a tent before?” Justin asked me. “No,” I answered. “I’ve never slept anywhere except my own bed”. “Maybe we can be tent buddies,” he said and smiled at me. “That would be cool,” I told him. Justin and I had been friends for about 4 years and had become pretty close. He was my height (5′, 4″) and weight (100 lbs) with blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. He wasn’t into sports (like me) but was into singing (like me) so we were both in the school chorus. “That is, once you spend the night in Mr. Lockwood’s tent,” he said. “All new scouts are required to do that”. His smile got bigger. I stopped for a minute and thought about what he had said. The handsome man and I, who I had a crush on and didn’t even know it, were going to be sharing a tent? I didn’t know why but I got a boner just thinking about it. Dustin and I walked a little longer and we got to his house. He looked down at my dick and realized I was boned up. “You are really going to like Mr. Lockwood,” he said with a girly tinge to his voice. “And, he is definitely going to like you”. I have to admit that I was both excited and a little confused. I wasn’t sure if I knew who or what I was but I did know I probably liked boys more than girls. At 13, everything made you horny so I didn’t know what to make of that. We said our goodbyes and Dustin went into his house. I turned and started to walk back over to my house and looked over to see Mr. Lockwood standing outside his place, leaning against the front door frame and looking straight at me. He waived. I waived back. I was sure scouting was going to be a blast!