Subject: I Was A Scout – Part 8 I Was a Scout � Part 8 Gay, adults If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, then don’t forget to fty/donate.html * * * * I was in shock and therefore speechless at the unexpected news. “There’s something he wanted you to have, though. Would you come with me?” He stood and offered his hand to help me up. I got up and followed him down the hall to Pat’s old room. It was just as I remembered it. The twin beds we were supposed to sleep in separately but never did. The trophies on the shelves. The Scout memorabilia. The posters on the walls. It was all as I remembered it from before he left for college. I sat down on his bed while Mr. Garland went into the trunk that Pat kept at the foot of his bed. That was where he had kept all his most prized possessions. He pulled a small box out of the trunk and came to sit next to me on the bed. “He wanted you to have this. He made me promise to find you and give it to you. I tried, but never knew where you lived. I’m sorry it’s so long overdue.” Then he handed it to me. I opened the box and there was a note inside on top of something I recognized immediately. I read the note out loud, “Dear Bobby: I wanted you to know how much you meant to me. You were my first love, my only love. I know I hurt you when I stopped writing back. I didn’t want you to have to wait for me. I hope you found someone else to love after me. I’m sorry. Forever and always, your Pat” I put the note on the bed, then pulled out the Scout merit badge sash. I smiled as I pulled it from the box. I looked at where the first aid merit badge had been, the one I’d helped him earn while we were at Scout camp together. He’d taken it off and given it to me. Then I looked further down and noticed that there were two canoeing merit badges, side by side. I rubbed my thumb over the second one. Mr. Garland spoke for the first time since handing me the box. “Do you know anything about that? He shouldn’t have two of those should he?” I smiled and answered, “This one is mine. I gave it to him. He helped me earn it. This spot,” I said as I showed him the empty space, “is where his first aid merit badge was. The one I helped him earn at camp. He gave it to me. I still have it. It’s sewn on my own sash, next to the one I earned.” “That explains it then. So you must have questions. Stay for dinner?” I nodded. ” Good, I was planning on making something, but funnily enough I left my groceries at the store.” I chuckled at that. “I’ll call to have some Chinese delivered, what do you say?” I agreed that would be fine, so he took me back to the kitchen and showed me the menu. I chose an entr�e then he dialed the number and ordered way too much food for two people. He explained that he liked leftover Chinese food. He agreed to tell me more about Pat after dinner, so we settled for talking about our lives since we’d seen each other. I told him about college, then work and finally about my dad dying and my moving back here to take over the family business, then more recently my mom’s death. He expressed his sympathy for the loss of my parents, then he told me about his work. After dinner, he told me about Mr. James. “John shipped out a few years back and never returned. His sister got in touch with me after he died, so I could attend the funeral.” “What happened?” “There was an explosion onboard his ship, in the engine room, and John was badly burned. He died shortly after as a result of his injuries.” “I’m so sorry, Mr. Garland. That must have been horrible for you.” erzincan escort “Call me, Ron, please. Yes, it was pretty rough, losing Pat and then John. I could have used a friend.” He looked to be lost in his memories at that point and I thought perhaps that last part was meant for me. I reached out and patted his hand. He smiled at me. Then I asked, “Ron, please tell me more about Pat.” He nodded and began, “Pat was fine for awhile. He’d gotten infected while at college. He finished but just barely. I brought him home to live with me. He made me promise to find you after he died and give you the note and the box. I asked if he wanted me to look for you so he could say goodbye, but he wanted you to remember him the way he was, not like that.” I understood. I looked at the sash again and then the powerful memories and revelations of the night finally got to me. I couldn’t hold it in any longer and broke down. He took me in his arms and comforted me. He let me cry until I was all cried out. “I’m sorry, Ron. I guess I’ve been holding it in for too long.” “I understand, Bobby. I cried a lot after Pat and John died.” “You, Ron?” He chuckled. “Hard to picture it? Well, I can assure I did.” “I’m sorry, Ron.” He squeezed my shoulder and asked, “Would you like to spend the night? You don’t look like you’re in very good shape to drive home. You can even sleep in your old bed if you like.” “I’d like that actually. Thank you.” “I’ll just go and make the bed,” he said as he got up. I got up too and announced, “I’ll help, if you don’t mind.” He smiled at me as he touched my arm and I felt a familiar tingle in my belly, one that I hadn’t felt in a very, very long time. We made quick work of the bed and I proceeded to get completely undressed as we talked about nothing in particular. I could tell he was checking me out and I was kind of hoping he liked the improvements a little time and many years of working out had made to my body. “The bathroom’s across the hall… but of course, you remember that.” He sounded a little flustered which I was enjoying. “Uh, let me go get you a fresh toothbrush.” He disappeared so I took the opportunity to cross the hall and wait for him. I was leaning against the sink when he walked in. He tried not to look at my cock but failed. I thanked him for the toothbrush and he left. Then he quickly poked his head back in and said, “If there’s anything else you need, please let me know, okay?” I assured him I would. I climbed into the bed that I hadn’t ever slept in. It felt weird to be sleeping alone and on the wrong side of the room, Pat’s room, but I tried to go to sleep anyway. I woke up a little while later, after a dream about Pat, confused as to where I was. I must have screamed out because Ron came running in asking, “Are you alright?!” I looked at him and remembered, so I nodded and assured him, “Yeah, sorry, I guess I forgot where I was and freaked out a little. Sorry.” He sat down on the edge of the bed, then put his hand on my shoulder. I felt that tingle in my belly once again, just like the old days, so I decided to reach out and touch his face. I caressed his cheek, then his jaw, then pressed my thumb to his lips, running it across them. He kissed it then opened up and sucked it but unfortunately was immediately shocked by his own behavior, so he sprang up, saying, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. Please forgive me, Bobby.” I pushed the covers back and got up. Walking to him, I took him in my arms, hugged him and he relaxed erzurum escort a little bit. I pulled back to look him in the eyes then said, “We’re both grown-ups here and I think you know what’s happening.” He nodded and said, “I do, Bob.” I kissed him on the lips, a hot and heavy kiss filled with passion and yearning. I wanted him and from what I was feeling down there, he wanted me too. “Come with me.” I got up. He took my hand and led me to his room. Ron shucked his shorts then we laid down on the bed and began kissing. Our hands were all over each other, touching, caressing, exploring. They eventually found each other’s cocks and we began stroking them. I’d seen it many times but this was the first time I’d ever held it in my hand. It was so massive my hand couldn’t encircle it. I had to taste it so I suggested we sixty-nine for a while. I turned around then we began licking and sucking each other. I managed to swallow much more than I ever thought I could. Practice really had made perfect. Ron was doing an amazing job on mine as well. I really needed him inside me though so I stopped and asked him, “Fuck me please, Ron? I need you.” “Nothing would make me happier, Bob.” I turned around again and laid on my back. I watched as he went for the lube and condoms he kept in his nightstand. He applied lube to my hole and inserted one finger, then two, three and finally a fourth. I was about to tell him I was ready when he rolled a condom on his cock the n placed it at my entrance. “Don’t forget to relax and breath.” I did just as he instructed. He pushed in and after a moment’s resistance, it slid right in. Once he was in all the way, he stopped and waited for my go ahead. I had waited almost ten years for this so I was more than ready. “I’m okay,” I assured him. He started to pull out then pushed back in slowly. The feeling was amazing and I was happy to finally be on the receiving end of all the fucks I’d been a witness to many times but never an active participant in. He plunged in again then pulled almost all the way out. I had never felt so full and alive, not even with Pat. He sped up a little at a time as he pushed in and pulled back over and over. I rose higher and higher as he went faster and faster. Finally, he did say, “Go ahead, Bob. I want you to come with me.” I took my cock in hand and raced to catch up to him. As the juices started to rise from my balls, I told him, “I’m getting close, Ron.” “Me too, Bob.” He slammed into me harder and faster as I approached the point of no return. The first shot of cum exploded from my cock at the same time Ron slammed into me one last time and moaned, “Ah fuck, Bob!” between gritted teeth. I echoed that with one of my own, “Ah fuck, Ron!” I was covered in my own cum when he collapsed on top of me, spent and panting. I recovered the gift of speech first and admitted, “Damn, Ron, that was incredible. A long time coming… no pun intended… but worth it.” He lifted his head from my chest and said, “I couldn’t agree more.” We lay like that until his cock slipped from my well-worn hole. “Stay here, baby. I’ll be right back.” He came back with towels and gently cleaned me up then laid down next to me. I took a towel and tried to get some of the cum out of the hair on his chest. Then as we lay there basking in the afterglow of our beautiful, shared orgasm, I spoke up first again, “I have to share something with you.” “Go ahead, baby,” he said, brushing the hair out of my eyes, then let me continue. “Ever since I was esat escort a boy, whenever you smiled at me, or winked at me, or touched me, I would feel a tingle in my belly. You always made me feel… I don’t know… special, I guess.” “Really? Why didn’t you ever say anything?” “Because you were an adult and I was a boy. You just would have thought it was a crush and nothing more.” “No, I wouldn’t have. I did think you were special, that’s why I treated you that way. John even used to tease me about it.” “Wow, I wish I’d known. I have to tell you though, that feeling in my stomach… it isn’t there anymore.” “No?” he asked sounding sad. “No, no, no, you misunderstand me. I mean that feeling is here now.” I took his hand and placed it over my beating heart. Ron smiled at me, a tender, loving smile. “Now I have a confession to make. Do you remember when you told me that I’d fuck you one day?” I nodded adding, “I remember it well.” “Well, I wanted to, that night actually, but you were my brother’s lover. I couldn’t do that to him. Not after all he’d lost.” “I understand. I’m just glad we finally got to.” “Me too,” I agreed then snuggled closer to him. I thought after all the years of loneliness and doubt, I couldn’t have been happier than I was at that very moment. I was wrong. * I had a strange feeling in the middle of the night, like we were no longer alone. Ron was still lying next to me, so I looked around the room to see if we were actually alone. I saw two figures at the end of the bed and they were smiling at me. I shook Ron awake. He rolled over and without saying a word, I pointed to the two shadowy men. His mouth dropped open just like mine had. Then I heard the younger one say my name. The other one said something at the same time, but I couldn’t hear what he said. Then they dissolved into thin air. We looked at each other and spoke at the same time. “He said, `Ronnie’.” “He said, `Bobby’.” “You don’t suppose…,” he started but didn’t finish. “Yeah, I think it was,” I said. “No, that’s not possible,” he said, and I was not sure if he was trying to convince himself or me. “Yes. It was John and Pat. But why? How?” “I don’t know! That was so weird.” “What if they came to say they approved? Think about it. Why else would we see and hear them on the night when we made love for the first time?” He seemed to think about it for a few minutes and I was willing to give him the time to consider it because it seemed important. Then he shrugged his shoulders and said, “Okay.” “Just like that?!” I asked loudly. “Yeah, just like that. I’m going back to sleep.” He tried to roll over but I was not about to let him get away with that. I was just about to say something else when I felt like the whole world was shaking. “Bobby, wake up! I just had…” “… the strangest dream!” I said finishing for him. We compared dreams and they were exactly the same. Then I suggested, “Perhaps they really do approve of our being together.” “What else could it mean?” he added. We both laid back then I cuddled up against him and he wrapped his arms around me once more. I stayed awake for quite a while, thinking about everything I’d experienced that day, but eventually I did fall asleep. When I awoke the next morning, Ron was still there by my side but he was awake already. “Good morning, Bob. Sleep okay?” “Yeah, I did… you know except for the… well you know.” “Do you really think it happened?” he asked, still unsure. “I do.” He hugged me tighter and asked me, “Do you have plans?” I chuckled and asked him, “For today or for the rest of my life?” “Both?” No question I’d ever been asked could have made me happier to hear. The End (If you enjoyed this series I have others here on Nifty. Just type my name in the search bar. Thanks!)