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 Memories from Down Under

   By Douglas Fox (C) 2018

   Chapter One

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   Tuesday, January 3, 2012

   Pam Martin is pleased.  The quarterly reports were finished, so the boss
let the office staff go an hour and a half early.  Pam turned off Route 272
onto Zook's Mill Road in Brownstown, PA and then onto her development
street.  A girl's bike is parked on the sidewalk.  Her oldest son, Mark was
in Wilkes Barre visiting his college girlfriend.  Both are freshmen at
Shippensburg University.  Daughter Amy, 16, was expected to be home along
with her 14-year-old brother, Ian.

   Pam came inside and looked for her children to let them know she is
home. She found Ian's favorite shirt, a white Nittany Lion football jersey
with a blue #85, laying in the doorway to the family room.  A girl's bra
was laying on top of the shirt.  Pam stepped into the room to find Ian,
naked from the waist up, sprawled over his girlfriend, Lisa Bowman.  Lisa's
blouse is opened wide and Ian's head is buried in her titties.  Lisa's
jeans are unbuttoned and Ian's hand is down in Lisa's panties.

   Pam cleared her throat loudly.  "MOM!" Ian gasped as he turned and saw
his mother staring at him and Lisa.  He sprang off his girlfriend from the
shock of being caught.  The fourteen-year-old boy blushed crimson.

   "Mrs.  Martin!" Lisa gasped as she covered her titties with crossed
arms.

   "It might be a good time for you to head home, Lisa," Pam directed.

   "It isn't what it looks like," Ian protested.  Lisa hurried to get
dressed again and then fled.  She grabbed her bra as she left.

   "It is exactly what it looks like," Pam said to her stunned youngest
son.

   "I can explain," Ian protested as he blushed.

   "Get dressed and head upstairs to your room," Pam directed.  She noted
the pronounced bulge in her son's pants.  Ian apparently was packing too,
just like his well-endowed father.

   "Am I grounded?" Ian asked as he grabbed his shirt.

   "You and Dad will have a talk tonight," Pam replied.  "We will see." The
scared teen retreated to the privacy of his bedroom.

   Pam picked up the phone and called her husband John at work.  "Tag, your
it."

   "Tag?" John replied blankly to his wife.

   "I had the last sex talk with Ann," Pam explained.  "It is your turn
tonight."

   "Any particular reason for tonight?"

   "I found YOUR son with his head buried in his girlfriend's titties a few
minutes ago when I came home early."

   "SHIT!" John exclaimed.

   "Yeah... it gets better," Pam responded.  "He had his hand down her
panties too."

   "SHIT!" John repeated.  "Was this foreplay or the main event?"

   "I would guess the main event for them, but I don't know," Pam answered.
"In any case, Ian's sex talk is way overdue."

   "I'll be ready tonight," John said.  "I will be a few minutes late.  I
expect I should stop at the drug store and make sure Ian has protection...
just in case."

   "That would be prudent," Pam agreed.

   -----oooOooo----

   Ian was ushered into John Martin's home office after a strained and very
quiet dinner.

   "Am I grounded, Dad?" Ian asked as soon as he sat down in front of his
father's desk.

   "I am not here to ground you," John replied, trying to keep his voice
even.  "I want to talk to you about what you and Lisa were doing this
afternoon.  Sex is a complicated business and..."

   "We weren't having sex!" Ian exclaimed, interrupting.  "I swear!  We
weren't."

   "You weren't having sexual intercourse," John replied.  "You were having
a sexual relationship with Lisa."

   "No... we were just fooling around a little," Ian allowed.

   "Your mouth was on her breasts?" John asked.  Ian blushed but gave his
father a small grin and nodded yes.  "You had your hand down her panties?"

   "Yeah," Ian replied, grinning a little wider.

   "Fun?" John asked.  Ian's smile grew wider still.  "A lot of fun?"

   "Yeah," Ian admitted.

   "Second base... third base... that can be a lot of fun," John said. 
"You may not have been having intercourse, but you and Lisa were engaged in
heavy-duty foreplay.  It is a very slippery slope from where you are today
to getting carried away and having intercourse.  A very slippery slope
indeed."

   "We weren't going to do it today, I swear we weren't," Ian protested.

   "But you would have if your mother hadn't walked in and Lisa had said
yes to you?" John asked, staring at his son.  Ian gulped and blinked.  "You
don't need to answer that question.  I was fourteen once.  Fourteen is very
young to be getting into something as dangerous as sex."

   "I am not that young," Ian responded.  "Plenty of guys in my grade are
doing it.  How old were you when you did it the first time?"

   "My first time?" John commented.  His mind started to wander back to
that day.  He shook his head.  "I was a month shy of fifteen.  You are
fourteen."

   Ian stared at his father for a few seconds.  His dad, whose birthday was
February 3rd, just admitted his first time with a girl was in early
January, 1988.  One of his dad's fondest memories was attending the World
Jamboree in Australia, when he was fourteen.  His dad had shown the
pictures to his family many times.  Ian remembered one picture of his dad
and his dad's best friend growing up, Mark Weaver.  The photos showed them
with two very cute girls.  He gasped as he realized the import of that
picture.

   "You lost your cherry at the World Jamboree in Australia?" Ian gasped,
trying not to laugh too much.  John gave his son a sheepish grin before
nodding yes.

   "I know what I am talking about when I tell you it is very easy to go
from what you were doing today to having intercourse," John stated, trying
to keep his voice even.  "Having sex with another person is emotionally
challenging, and can have physical consequences."

   "Like knocking the girl up?" Ian said.

   "Pregnancy is a concern," John agreed.  "There is the potential for
sexually transmitted diseases.  Having intercourse isn't something to be
done lightly."

   "So, now what?" Ian asked.  "Am I grounded for what Lisa and I were
doing?  For doing something you were doing when you were my age?"

   "No, you aren't grounded," John answered.  "I just want you to take your
time and think before you act on the feelings you are having.  I want you
to be safe." John reached down and set a box of condoms on his desk in
front of his son.  Ian's eyes opened wide in surprise.  His dad giving him
a supply of rubbers was the last thing he expected in this world.

   "Be careful and be sure before you and Lisa have intercourse," John
said. "Sex comes with strong emotions and you, Lisa or both of you can be
hurt if you aren't careful.  Be safe if the two of you decide you want to
move forward and be intimate."

   "So, I am not in trouble for today?" Ian asked.  John shook his head no.
"You and Mom won't get ticked off if Lisa and I decide we want to... to
have sex... you know... sexual intercourse?"

   "Having sexual experiences is a part of growing up," John said.  "I can
no more forbid you from having sex than I can forbid you from growing until
you are taller than me." Ian, at 5'-10", with huge hands and feet, was
expected to match if not surpass his father's 6'-2" height.  His
grandmother, his dad's mother, predicted he might match his cousins Kyle
and Andrew, who were close to 6'-5" tall.

   "Your mother and I want you to be safe and happy as you grow up," John
said.  "Especially the safe part.  Don't get carried away and risk getting
your girl pregnant.  I will get you more of these if you need more."

   "OK, Dad," Ian said.  He hesitated for a moment before deciding to push
further.  "Be safe?  Is this something you learned the hard way growing
up?"

   "No... no, not exactly," John replied.  It was his turn to blush in
embarrassment.  "I didn't... at least I don't think I got any girls
pregnant when I was a teen."

   "The girl you had your arm around in the Jambo picture with Mark
Weaver," Ian pressed.  "She was the one?" John blushed deeper before
nodding his head yes.  "What was her name?"

   "Tess," John said.  "Tess Visser."

   "She was German?"

   "Dutch actually," John replied.

   "Can I ask you a personal question, Dad?" Ian asked.  "I know this from
my friend, Dave Nunemacher, who went to the World Jamboree in Sweden last
summer.  He said they had tents in each subcamp where Scouts could get
rubbers for free.  Did they have that in Australia?"

   "They did not," John replied.  "Thus... the reason I know how dangerous
it can be to get carried away sexually."

   "Holy shi... Holy cow!" Ian exclaimed.  "You and this girl Tess... you
did it without protection?  I could have a..." Ian paused for a second to
do the math.  "... a twenty-two-year-old brother or sister?"

   "It is not impossible, but I don't think that happened," John replied.
"That is why I have these for you." John pushed the box of condoms towards
his son.  Ian took them off the desk.

   "If you or Lisa aren't sure if you should have sex, don't," John said.
"You aren't ready.  If and when both of you are sure you are ready, be
safe."

   "OK... we will," Ian promised.  "Anything else, Dad?" John shook his
head no.  Ian disappeared from the office, carrying his new supply of
condoms.  The enormity of this conversation and what most likely would come
next staggered the young teen.  He and Lisa had been debating going all the
way for a few weeks.  Lack of protection had thwarted his best efforts to
get past third base and head for a home run.  Ian closed the office door
behind him.

   John sat in the quiet office.  The talk hadn't gone too badly, he
thought.  It certainly went better than his stuttering efforts with Ian's
older brother Mark.  Thankfully Mark had managed to navigate teenhood
without managing to knock up any girls.

   -----oooOooo----

   My trip to Australia for the XVIII World Jamboree/Mondial was one of the
highlights of my time in Boy Scouts when I was growing up.  My mind drifted
back to that trip, twenty-three years earlier.

   My Troop 403, was made up of Scouts from around Pennsylvania, excepting
the Pittsburgh and Philadelphia areas.  Two other Jamboree troops served
the Scouts from those two cities and their suburbs.  I went with one friend
from my hometown of Paradise - Mark Weaver.  Mark and I were two of the
eight Scouts from Lancaster County among the thirty-six Scouts in our
troop. Robert Smucker, our Jamboree scoutmaster for the trip, was an
attorney from Lancaster.  One of the assistant scoutmasters came from
Reading, the next county to the northeast.  Another was adult was a doctor
from State College.  The third assistant scoutmaster, a college aged guy
named John Ioanni, came from Chester County, the county to the east.

   I had more in common with John Ioanni than our shared first names.  I
lived just south of Route 30 in Paradise.  John Ioanni lived just south of
Route 30, about forty miles to the east in Devon, PA.  I hit it off with
the eighteen-year-old assistant scoutmaster, who was in his freshman year
at the University of Delaware.  John Ioanni's family was deep into Scouting
and the Jamboree.  His father was scoutmaster for the southeast
Pennsylvania Troop 531.  His younger brother Jim Ioanni was a member of
that troop too.

   Troop 403 departed Pennsylvania from the Harrisburg airport on December
22nd for a long flight out to Los Angeles.  Our troop met up with eleven
other troops from Northeast Region and boarded a 747 bound for the American
Samoa.  We spent a day there before flying on to Melbourne, Australia.  We
were bused over to a Scout Hall, where the Scouts were paired off with
local Scouting families for Christmas.  I was paired with Mark Weaver for
the holiday.

   We spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with David and Joanne Kennedy
and their children, Billy and Lisa.  Billy was fifteen.  Lisa was ten. 
Both kids belonged to 1st South Frankston group.  Billy was a member of
their coed venturing troop.  Lisa had just stepped up to the girl guide
troop.  Mr.  Kennedy was head of the 1st South Frankston group of Cub,
Daisy, Boy Scout, Girl Guide, Venturer and Rover troops.

   The Kennedys were gracious hosts who delighted in showing off Frankston
to us.  Walking the three blocks down to the beach and swimming on
Christmas morning seemed surreal to Mark and me.  The 30C (86F) temperature
didn't remind either of us of any Christmas we had in their lives.  The
Kennedys had gifts for us.  Mark and I came prepared with gifts for our
host family too.

   Mark and I enjoyed our time with the Kennedys but it ended too quickly.
Billy made the two of us promise to visit him at the Jamboree site.  He was
in Troop 320.  Mr.  Kennedy was working on the Subcamp 2 staff.  We could
visit him there, if we wished.

   The Kennedys dropped us off at the 1st South Frankston Scout Hall, where
we boarded a bus with the other thirty-four Scouts and four adults in our
troop.  The bus hauled the troop up to Melbourne proper, for a tour of the
city.  They ended up back south of Melbourne at Monash University after a
day of touring.

   The following day a tour bus took my troop up to Ballarat to tour the
re-creation of a nineteenth century gold mining town.  After another night
at Monash University, we met the other Northeast Regions troops and flew to
Canberra.  The group toured the Australian capital for a day before busing
to Sydney.  The Northeast Region contingent toured Sydney for two days,
staying at the University of Sydney.  One morning's tour included a half
hour visit to look at Bondi Beach, the most beautiful beach I had ever
seen. I and the other Scouts would have loved to stay and swim, but the
schedule called for a three-hour tour of a sheep farm instead.  Mark and I
swore they would visit Bondi Beach again, if we got a chance.  Especially
we wanted to visit the right end of the beach, where tops were optional.

   All American Scouts had a show their final night before the Jamboree. 
Rumors swept through the contingent that INXS would be playing for them. 
To many kids' disappointment, a lame rock cover band played for a while and
then too many Scout executives talked to the group.  The following morning
the U.  S.  contingent was bused down to Cataract Scout Park and the
Jamboree site.

   Troop 403 marched from the drop off point down a wide trail through the
woods.  While it was woods, I stared at the trees in wonder.  They looked
nothing like I had ever seen back home in Pennsylvania.  The briefing book
each scout got before the Jamboree reported the most common tree would be
the eucalyptus.  They passed a gateway announcing "Emu Subcamp Five."

   A quarter mile later a big gateway announced "Kookaburra Subcamp Four."
Mr.  Smucker, our scoutmaster, checked a map and directed the troop to the
left down one of the "streets" in the subcamp.  Our campsite wasn't far
from the subcamp entrance.  The Scouts looked over our home for the next
two weeks.  It was a plot of ground around 100 feet wide and 150 feet deep.
A large eucalyptus centered along the frontage of the campsite, provided
some shade for the otherwise open campsite.

   Mr.  Smucker and the youth troop leaders organized the setup.  Two rows
of tents were placed along the sides of the campsite.  Three larger tents
were set up along the back of the campsite for the leaders and troop
equipment.  Most of the troop was involved in lashing together a set of
yellow pine spars to build a frame for a large dining fly in the center of
the campsite for the troop dining area and kitchen.

   The Flaming Arrow Patrol was sent off to the subcamp commissary to bring
back food for lunch and dinner.  After dinner the troop leaders' council
met to arrange duties and organize the troop's daily routine for the
duration of the Jamboree.  Mark and my patrol, the Phoenix Patrol, met with
our patrol leader, Mike McLean.  Mike reviewed the routine with the Mark,
me and the other five Scouts in our patrol.

   Reveille for Troop 403 was 6:30 AM.  Breakfast was at 7:30 AM and Scouts
were free to wander the Jamboree site and do program after breakfast until
dinnertime.  Lunches were bagged and handed out to Scouts after breakfast.
You ate lunch wherever you were.  All Scouts were due back at the campsite
by 5:00 PM.  After dinner you were free to wander the Jamboree site again
until curfew, 10:00 PM.  Every fourth day, your patrol would be the
"Service Patrol" and would be responsible for cooking, cleanup and any
other duties needed to keep the troop's campsite operating for the day. 
Service Patrol members would have a couple hours in the morning and
afternoon to visit around the Jamboree, between meals.

   As chance would have it, my and Mark's patrol was the Service Patrol for
December 31st.  We were busy from 6:00 AM wake up until after the dinner
dishes were finished around 7:00 PM that evening.  In addition to the
normal Service Patrol duties, there were a myriad of things to finish
setting up, including their troop's gateway to their campsite.

   The troop headed off to the Jamboree arena around ten o'clock in the
evening.  The opening ceremonies would continue past midnight, to celebrate
the arrival of the new year, 1988.  The show included too much hurry up and
wait until the Australians managed to seat 17,000 Scouts and Scouters in
the grassy arena.  Too many men talked to the group and too little
entertainment was provided.  Most of the acts were kind of lame.  Mr. 
Smucker and the other leaders kept the troop quiet through the bulk of the
show.

   The large crowd chanted out the countdown to midnight.  The five minutes
of fireworks after midnight arrived gave the big crowd a fun finale.  The
17,000 Scouts filed back to their campsites afterward.  Mark and I didn't
get to bed until almost 1:00 AM.

   -----oooOooo----

   January 1, 1988

   Reveille came too early for everyone.  We had recovered from our jet lag
from our 30-hour flight to Australia a few days ago but last night was too
short.  We dragged through breakfast.  Mike gathered Phoenix Patrol
together after we finished our meal.  He handed out tickets to today's
activity, the obstacle course.  The Australian commandos had built a
4.5-kilometer obstacle course to challenge the Scouts.  Some guys wanted to
head straight to the course and do it as a patrol.  Others had places they
wanted to go first.  They planned to do the course after lunch, in hope the
lines might be shorter.  After a bit of discussion, our patrol decided we'd
split up and do the course whenever we wanted, as long as we kept the buddy
system.  Mark, my tentmate, was also my buddy for the duration of the
Jamboree.

   Mark and I headed down to the program area and the obstacle course
immediately.  We hoped to get near the front of the line and finish our
activity so the rest of our day would be free to explore other things at
the Jamboree site.  No such luck.  We arrived around 9:30 that morning. 
There had to be at least 150 Scouts in line ahead of us.

   Mark and I shrugged our shoulders and joined the line.  It turned out to
be the right decision.  Thirty seconds later two girls joined the line
right behind us.  One, a blond with her hair in a pony tail, was around
5'-4" and maybe a 110 pounds.  The other, with shoulder length light brown
hair, was maybe a half inch taller, but no heavier than her friend.  They
were wearing brown shorts, that came to mid-thigh.  Their legs were long
and pretty.  They were wearing green T-shirts that said, "Scouting André de
Thaye, Arn0hem, NL."

   After looking the two over quickly, Mark leaned close to me and
whispered, "They're hot looking chicks.  Where do you think they're from?"
I am an avid reader of history and knew what the NL on their shirt meant.
They were from the Netherlands, specifically the city of Arnhem, where the
British paratroopers dropped onto two SS Panzer Divisions during World War
II.  I loved the movie, "A Bridge Too Far."

   Rather than answering Mark directly, I turned to them and asked,
"Netherlands?  Are you from the Netherlands?  Do you speak English?"

   The blond gave me a big smile and answered, "Yes, I speak English.  Mila
and I are from the Netherlands.  I suppose you are American Scouts?" That
was pretty obvious.  Mark and I both were wearing our blue Jamboree
T-shirts emblazoned with the words, "Boy Scouts of America."

   "I am John Martin," I replied.  "It is good to meet you."

   "I am Tess Visser," she replied.  "This is my best friend Mila Van
Dijk."

   "Mark Weaver," Mark added.

   Mark, Tess, Mila and I talked while we waited our turn for the obstacle
course.  It turned out my guess was correct.  They lived in Arnhem, along
the Lower Rhine River.  Their Scout troop had both boys and girls, aged
10-15.  They were surprised that our troop allowed only boys to join.  The
BSA didn't go coed until you turned fourteen and joined an Explorer Post.
The girls' Scouting André de Thaye Groepen had Explorers, but you didn't
join until you turned fifteen.  Tess and Mila were both fourteen like Mark
and me.  Tess' birthday was in October, Mila's in November and Mark's in
August.  I was the oldest of the four of us.  I would turn fifteen in a
month.

   The girls were interested when we talked about our Amish neighbors in
Paradise.  The girls knew of the Amish but didn't know much more than they
dressed different, had no electricity and rode horse drawn carriages.  I
explained that they were called buggies not carriages.

   We talked through most of the hour and a half we waited in line for our
turn to run the obstacle course.  I enjoyed getting to know the girls. 
They seemed to enjoy talking with Mark and me.  I was surprised how easily
I could talk with Tess and Mila.  Usually I got tongue-tied around girls. I
guess it was the Jamboree situation.  I knew I couldn't take Tess or Mila
on a date while I was at the Jamboree.  There was no pressure.  I could
just talk with a cool girl I met.

   We reached the head of the line (or queue for the Australians) around
eleven o'clock.

   "Do you want to run as individuals or a group?" the attendant at the
start line asked.  I looked at Mark before we both looked at Tess and Mila.


   "Let's run as a group of four," Mila suggested.

   "Yes, let's," Tess agreed.  Mark and I had no problem spending more time
with these two cute Dutch girls.  We agreed.

   We headed into the staging area at the start.  It was hot out, so Mark
and I decided to stash our shirts in our day packs.  The packs went in
cubby holes the course had for participants to leave gear behind while they
ran through the course.  One of the officials running the course saw Mark
and I shirtless.

   "Hold on, mates," the 40-something year old man stated with a smile. 
"Slather up with sun butter or you'll look like a cooked lobster before you
finish the course."

   Mark and I grabbed our bottles of sunscreen and were going to do each
other.  "We got your backs," Tess announced with a giggle.

   "We wouldn't want our partners getting burned, would we?" Mila added. 
Tess took my bottle of sunscreen and did my back, then my arms and finally
my chest.  Mila slathered up Mark.  It took all my will to avoid popping a
woody while this pretty girl rubbed her hands all over me.  I ended up with
a bulge from a partial woody rather than a full hard-on woody.  Thankfully
I don't think Tess noticed my reaction to her hands on my body.

   The four of us took the start position and took off running when the
official called out our start.  4.5 kilometers, for the metrically
challenged, is almost three miles.  That is a long way to run, to climb
over things, climb through things, squirm under things, to run through mud
pits, down a stream and then climb a twelve-foot wall.

   I helped Tess if she had difficulty.  Mark helped Mila.  More than a few
times the girls helped us too.  We finally completed the course thirty-two
minutes later.  We were laughing and giggling from the fun we had.  We also
were covered in dirt and mud from head to foot.

   "That was outstanding," Mila declared.

   "It was," I agreed.

   "Thank you for helping me over that last wall, John," Tess said.  She
gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.  "I would never have made it if I
didn't get help from a tall, strong guy like you."

   The last challenge on the group obstacle course was to get your group
over the 12-foot-high wall.  Mark and I had boosted Tess and Mila up high
enough that they could grab the top and pull themselves over.  Me, at
5'-10", was the taller of the two of us.  Mark used me as a ladder to climb
the wall.  Tess and Mila helped pull him over.  I took a running jump and
leaped high enough for Tess and Mark to each grab an arm.  Mila helped the
other two haul me up high enough so I could climb over the wall.  It was a
true team effort to conquer that obstacle.

   "You were essential too, Mark," Mila said.  She leaned over and gave
Mark a kiss on the cheek too.

   "I hope I didn't get you too dirty," Tess teased after kissing me.  "I
must look awful."

   "How would you know if you got mud on me?" I answered back.  "I must
look terrible too."

   "I think we all need a shower and some clean clothes," Mark said.

   "What time is it?" Mila asked.  "Is it lunch time yet?  I am starved
after that workout."

   Our foursome went back and retrieved Mark and my day packs.  We headed
out of the obstacle course area.  Mark and I were still shirtless.  Neither
of us wanted to get our good T-shirts dirty from the mud caked to our
chests and backs.

   "Lunch or wash up first?" I asked as we reached the roadway.

   "There is some shade over there," Tess pointed out.  "I can tolerate the
dirt.  I am ready for some food after that workout.  You guys game for
that?"

   "Sure," Mark and I agreed almost simultaneously.  What boy wouldn't want
to spend more time with two hot chicks, muddy or not?

   We sat down in the shade of a big eucalyptus tree, ate and talked.  I
felt more comfortable talking and joking with Tess and Mila than I ever had
with any girl I dated.  This just felt right.  The food was long gone by
the time we decided it was time to go back to shower and change into clean
clothes.  We found out Tess and Mila were in Troop 522, in the subcamp
beside ours.  The way back to camp for them was the same route as the one
we were taking.

   The four of us walked back towards our subcamps.  I was sorry when we
reached our subcamp gateway.  I had enjoyed the time with Tess and Mila.

   "It's been good to meet you," I said.  "Maybe we'll..."

   "Why don't you come over to our campsite after you get cleaned up," Tess
interjected.  "We could hang out.  This morning has been fun."

   "We should," Mila agreed.

   "Sounds like a plan," Mark confirmed.  "We'll see you in... like... half
an hour."

   "I'm looking forward to it," I added.  The girls continued down the
roadway to Subcamp Five.

   "Holy shit!" Mark exclaimed.  "Those chicks are hot and I think they
like us."

   "I think you're right," I agreed.  Mark and I hustled back to our
campsite, grabbed our shower stuff and headed for the subcamp showers.

   Mark and I were in the dressing area when we heard, "John?  John Martin,
are you in there?"

   "Mark Weaver?" a second voice called out.  Mark and I looked at each
other.  Tess and Mila were outside the thin, black wall of plastic that
provided privacy for male Scouts while they showered.

   "Yeah?" I answered back.

   "It's Tess and Mila," Tess announced.  "We decided to shower down here.
Wait for us if you finish first."

   "Will do," Mark confirmed.  His grin was as wide as his face.  I
returned the smile.  These Dutch girls must like us.  They weren't playing
hard to get.  Mark and I hurried through our showers and slipped on our
Scout shorts, socks and shoes.  It was so steamy in the shower area that
both of us figured we could wait until we got outside where the air was
cooler to put on our shirts.  Mark and I grabbed seats at a bench in the
shade outside and waited for the girls.

   About ten minutes later Tess and Mila came around the end of the shower
house from the girls' side.  They looked fantastic all cleaned up.  They
gave the two of us big smiles as they sauntered over to join us.

   "My, you must work out," Tess said as she rubbed a hand over my chest. I
nearly jumped out of my skin.  I hadn't expected her to touch me.

   "Um... um... I don't lift weights... or anything," I stammered.  "I work
on some of the neighboring farms in the summer."

   "What do you do?" Tess asked.

   "Mostly help the farmers make hay," I said.  I saw Tess' perplexed look.
"Make hay... cut, rake and bale the hay.  Mostly I am on the wagon behind
the baler, catching the bales and stacking them.  Once the hay is baled we
take the wagons back to the barn and stack the hay in the barn.  It's hard
work.  Those hay and straw bales can weight 60 to 70 pounds."

   "Pounds?"

   "Uh... something like..." I said as I tried to do the conversion in my
head.  "...Like... maybe 25 or 30 kilograms."

   "25 or 30 kilos," Tess marveled.  "No wonder you are so muscular, John."

   "Do you do farm work?" Mila asked Mark.

   "I earn money mowing lawns in the summer," Mark replied.

   "What do you think of heading down to the exhibits area at the center of
the Jamboree?" Mila asked.  Mark and I agreed with the idea.

   We stood up from our bench holding our shirts.  We were ready to put
them on when Tess remarked, "You guys need more sunscreen.  You washed off
what we put on you earlier."

   "I was..." I started.  Tess had her bottle of sunscreen out already and
was slathering my arm.

   "Um..." Mark stuttered as Mila did the same to him.  I looked at Mark
and he looked at me.  We shrugged to each other.  If the girls want to rub
their hands all over our bodies, why should we object?

   This time my thoughts got away from me and I popped a full hard-on as
Tess rubbed my chest and belly.  I saw Tess look at it but she pretended
not to notice.

   "I should probably wear my shirt too," I suggested when Tess finished
lathering me up.  "No sense risking sunburn."

   "No sense at all," Tess agreed.  Mark and I put our shirts back on.  I
carried my day pack in front of me, trying to hide my erection.  I noticed
Mark imitating me with his day pack.  I guess Mila had turned him on too.
We headed for the subcamp gateway and the road that would take us down to
the center of the Jamboree site.

   The four of us visited the displays, tried some of the demos and met
other scouts from around the world.  We talked with three Japanese boys. 
That was difficult.  They barely spoke English and none of us knew
Japanese. Later we talked with three German guys and two girls.  That went
better.  Mila and Tess both spoke German, in addition to English and Dutch.
I was halfway through German I, but I couldn't understand more than one
word in five of the conversation.  Tess did fine translating for me and
Mark.  We ended up swapping patches with two of the guys.

   Around 4:30, I remarked, "Our scoutmaster wants us back at our campsite
by five o'clock.  Maybe we better head that way."

   "We can," Mila agreed.

   "This has been fun," Tess added.  "Maybe we could do this again
tomorrow. What activity tickets did you get?"

   "Hanging out together would be fun," Mark agreed.

   "We don't get our tickets until after dinner," I explained.  "We asked
for tickets for the mountain biking.  I don't know what we will get.  We've
been warned some of the events are hard to get tickets too."

   "Why don't Mila and I stop by your campsite after dinner," Tess
suggested.  "We can find out what event you have and maybe two of us can
swap with someone so we all have the same tickets."

   "We could do that," Mark agreed readily.

   The service patrol served dinners cafeteria style for our troop.  We had
a big, long line of scouts waiting with mess kits to be served.  We had
enough tables under our dining fly to seat all forty of us, plus some spare
spots for days we had guests.  The Phoenix patrol was assigned a table
large enough to seat all eight of us.

   "You were with some good-looking girls this afternoon," Jason Knight
commented as we ate.  Jason was a fifteen-year-old Scout from Mount Joy in
Lancaster County.  Six of the eight Scouts in the Phoenix Patrol hailed
from our county.

   "Some foxes," Charlie Lombardi agreed.  Charlie was from Ephrata. 
"Where'd you hook up with them?"

   "In line while we were waiting to do the obstacle course," I answered.

   "We teamed up with them when we did the course," Mark added.

   "How'd you guys get over that last wall?" Ryan Ling asked.  "That was a
real bear when Tim and I did the course this afternoon." Tim was Tim
Flowers, a fourteen-year-old Scout from Manchester, in York County, across
the Susquehanna from us Lancastrians.  Ryan lived in Lebanon, PA.

   "Easy... teamwork," Mark explained.  "John and me [sic] boosted the
girls up high enough so they could pull themselves over."

   "I hoisted Mark up as high as I could and the girls grabbed him and
helped him over," I added.

   "John took a leap and the girls and I caught him and hauled him up the
wall," Mark continued.

   "Four people would do the wall so much better than two," Tim added.  "It
was a bastard for Ryan and me."

   Mike, Jim, Charlie and Jason agreed.  The four of them did the obstacle
course together.  Dinner conversation continued on to some of the other
topics.  The Nittany Lion Patrol, today's service patrol, had wash buckets
ready for everyone.  (Thee guesses where they came from, the first two
don't count.  They were our troop's Centre County/State College kids).

   We did our mess kits and then Mike called our Phoenix Patrol over for a
quick patrol meeting.

   "Sorry guys, Mike apologized when we gathered.  "I got tomorrow's
activity tickets from Mr.  Davis.  We didn't get flying fox like we wanted.
We have tickets to abseiling instead."

   "What the heck is abseiling?" Jason asked.  "I forget."

   "We call abseiling rappelling," Mike replied.  Mike noticed the confused
looks among some of our patrol.  "Flying fox is what we call zip-line."

   "Rappelling will be fun," Tim noted.

   "We'll get tickets for flying fox some other day," Jim Marshall, our
assistant patrol leader, added.

   Mike handed out the tickets to each patrol member.  Mark and I hung out
at our table.  It was a few minutes before seven o'clock and we thought it
was a little early to stop by and talk with Tess and Mila.  A couple
minutes later, while Mark and I were talking with Mike, we heard, "Knock...
knock... can we come in?" We turned to see Tess and Mila at our gateway.

   "Come on in," I called out.

   "Mila!  Tess, good to see you," Mark added.  The girls joined us at our
table.  Tess took a seat by me.  Mila sat down beside Mark and shifted down
the bench closer to Mark.

   "Did you guys get tickets to flying fox the way you planned?" Mila
asked.

   "We didn't," Marks answered.

   "We have tickets for abseiling instead," I added.  "I guess we don't get
to hang out tomorrow, the way we planned."

   "Nonsense," Tess said.  "Mila and I can trade for abseiling tickets.  I
know a couple people in our troop that are supposed to do that tomorrow
that aren't crazy about heights."

   "You'd do that?" Mark asked, looking at Mila.

   "Sure, we had fun today," Mila replied.

   "Why shouldn't we do activities together again?" Tess added.

   "Makes sense to me," I agreed.

   "We'll get abseiling tickets," Tess confirmed.  "Why don't Mila and I
meet you and Mark here at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

   "We should get going," Mila said.  "We need to get busy finding
abseiling tickets before we head over to the arena for the Gang Show
tonight."

   Mark and I walked the girls back to our troop's gateway.  "See you
tomorrow," Mila declared.  She gave Mark a quick hug and a kiss on the
cheek.  The look of surprise on Mark's face was great, until I was embraced
by Tess and received a kiss on the cheek too.

   "See you tomorrow, John," Tess called out as the girls left.

   Mark and I stumbled back to rejoin our patrol at our table.  A hug and a
kiss!  Wow!  Where had that come from?

   "Dudes, your girlfriends are foxes," Mike teased.

   "They aren't our girlfriends," I protested.

   "They're not," Mark echoed.

   "Those two are cute and definitely into you two," Mike said.  "You guys
are idiots if they're not your girlfriends."

   I had some things to think about when our troop marched off to the arena
that evening for the Gang Show.  The variety show was kind of corny.  I had
plenty of time to think.  Did I want a girlfriend for the remainder of
Jamboree?

   -----oooOooo----

   Saturday, January 2, 1988

   Tess and Mila met Mark and me after breakfast.  We headed down the road
past Subcamp Five and Subcamp Six to the abseiling area.  Rock climbing and
rappelling was a blast.  The activity was done individually, but Mark and I
enjoyed spending time with Tess and Mila while we waited our turn to climb
the rock face.  Mark was the last one to rappel down, around eleven o'clock
that morning.  We headed over to the center of the Jamboree site.

   We spent much of the afternoon hanging out meeting Scouts from around
the world.  It was fascinating meeting all these other kids.  One thought
kept coming back to me as we hung out and enjoyed the sunny Australian day.
Did I want to ask Tess to be my girlfriend?  Did I want to make a formal
commitment to her?

   We were finishing meat pies we purchased around mid-afternoon.  I was
still trying to work up the nerve to ask Tess to be my girlfriend when Mark
shocked me.  He said, "Mila, I like you a lot."

   "I like you too, Mark," Mila said, encouraging him with a big smile.

   "Would you... um... like... be my girlfriend?" Mark stammered.  "You
know... for the rest of the Jamboree?"

   "I would like that very much," Mila replied.  She gave Mark a hug and a
kiss.  Not a kiss on the cheek like yesterday.  A kiss on the mouth... a
very serious, romantic kiss on the mouth.  I tried to hide the surprise on
my face when I looked at Tess.  She gave me a radiant smile.  Even someone
as clueless as me understood that less-than-subtle hint.

   "Tess, would you be my girlfriend too?" I managed without tripping over
my tongue.

   "That would be wonderful," Tess replied.  I quickly found myself wrapped
in a hug as she kissed me... directly on the lips.  I felt a jolt of
electricity run down my spine as our lips touched.  The prettiest girl at
the Jamboree just agreed to be my girlfriend!  Who would believe this?

   After our two couples exchanged a few kisses, we got down to planning
out our time together for the next eight days.  Tomorrow was easy. 
Subcamps Four and Five were going to Wollongong to the beach.  We would
spend the day together.  Better, Mark and I would get to see our
girlfriends... wow, that word sounds nice... we would get to see our
girlfriends in their bikinis.

   Tess and Mila teased that they expected us to wear speedos if they were
going to wear their bikinis.  Mark and I didn't own speedos, so the girls
would have to settle for standard issue bathing suits.  This being the
eighties, they were short and displayed plenty of leg.

   Tess and I, as well as Mark and Mila, got more physical as the afternoon
went on.  Touching and hand holding progressed to putting our arms around
each other.  More kisses were exchanged.  What I wouldn't have given to get
a little privacy.  I suspected Tess would be an excellent kisser, but how
do you kiss and make out in front of thousands of Scouts?

   I spotted an answer nearby.  The concession stands had a row of trailers
holding their inventory.  "Do you want to explore what's back here?" I
suggested as I tried to look suggestively to Tess.  "I doubt anybody's back
there," as I pointed over towards the row of trailers.

   "Let's find out," Tess agreed quickly.  Mark gave me a quizzical look. I
smiled back at him.

   "Yes... let's find out," Mila agreed.  She practically dragged Mark with
her as they followed Tess and me between the rows of trailers.  As I
suspected, no one was back there and we couldn't be seen by the general
populace.

   "May I..." I said, trying to be polite and non-threatening before I
kissed Tess.  She hugged me and planted a hot kiss on my lips, smothering
the rest of my question.  Could Tess kiss?  Oh, God... when our tongues
met. I didn't need to worry about scaring Tess by being too forward with
her.  We embraced and made out like... well, who we were - two hot and
horny teens.

   I managed to glance over at Mark and Mila, leaning against the side of
one of the trailers.  At first Mark had a stunned look on his face as he
made out with Mila.  Quickly he lost the stunned look, which was replaced
by the hungry look of a teen in search of more from his girlfriend.

   We made out for fifteen or twenty minutes.  I got hard.  Tess bumped
against my boner multiple times.  It didn't seem to faze her at all.  I saw
Mark was hard too.  Getting back to camp was going to be super embarrassing
sporting our hard-ons.

   Our make-out session ended abruptly when one of the persons working the
concession stands showed up at the rear of one of the trailers to bring
back more supplies for his stand.  It was a quarter to five, and we needed
to head back to camp anyway.  Mark and I held our daypacks in front of our
boners to hide them as we headed back to camp.  The girls gave us serious
kisses, with a bit of tongue when they said good bye at our Subcamp
gateway.

   We didn't get more time that evening with the girls.  Everyone at the
Jamboree headed to the arena for the Gang Show that evening.  It was a
variety show put on by about two hundred Scouts.  It was OK.  The jokes and
skits were kind of corny.  They might have done well at a Scout camp with
an audience of a few hundred.  The show should be designed for an audience
of seventeen thousand.

   Mark and I were still keyed up when we went to bed that evening. 
Acquiring girlfriends was exciting.  Mark whispered to me, "I hope I didn't
mess you up too much today when I asked Mila to be my girlfriend.  You were
kind of forced to ask Tess too."

   "It's fine," I replied.  "I was trying to figure out when the best time
to ask Tess was when you asked Mila.  You didn't force me into anything."

   "I can't wait to see Mila in a bikini tomorrow," Mark added.  "How do
you think she'll look?"

   "As hot as Tess will," I replied.

   "Having Mila has me... kind of... um... worked up... you know, excited,"
Mark stammered.  It was too dark to see his blush but I knew he was.

   "I'm hard too," I said simply.

   "Would it... you know... be too weird if... I uh... you know..." Mark
stuttered.

   "I won't tell anyone if you don't," I said.  "I need relief too."

   "Thanks... buddy," Mark sighed.  We quietly spanked our monkeys until we
came.  Relieved, at least for the moment, we fell asleep.  I suspected we
would be sharing jerk-off time after bedtime quite a few nights if we spent
more time kissing our girlfriends.  Unless of course, we managed to
convince Tess and Mila to allow us to score with them.  Our blue balls
might not be quite as blue if we got off with the girls.  Like that would
really happen.  I could dream.  ?  Chapter Two

   ==============

   Sunday, January 3, 1988 - Thirroul Beach, Wollongong, New South Wales

   Each troop in Subcamps Four and Five took buses down to Wollongong
around 9:30 that morning.  The half hour trip was hot, but at least the old
school bus' windows opened so we could get some air.  Scouts speculated if
the rumors they heard were true.  Australians could go topless at the
beach. Turn right when you hit the beach and head down to the southern end
of the beach if you wanted to see some titties.  I wasn't sure if the
rumors were true, but I wouldn't mind if Tess, Mila, Mark and I checked the
rumors out.  I could only imagine what Tess' pert titties might look like.

   Aussie volunteers slathered zinc oxide on everyone's noses and tops of
our ears as you got off the bus.  Our hosts didn't want us to end up
sunburned.  Every troop staked out an expanse of beach as their own.  The
smart troops, including mine, brought dining flies from camp to set up for
shade.  Dale McKeown, our senior patrol leader, told everyone to be back at
noon for lunch.  Otherwise, remember the buddy system in and out of the
water.  Have fun.

   Mark and I intended to.  We found Tess and Mila's troop further south of
us.  We hung out with the Dutch Scouts most of the morning.  We alternated
sunning ourselves, taking a dip in the ocean waves and then catching some
shade before repeating the process.  Tess and Mila made sure we were well
covered with sunscreen.  The girls allowed us to slather them up too.  I
actually got a bit of a feel of Tess' titties while I rubbed the sunscreen
into the exposed parts outside her skimpy bikini.

   Mark and I both had full hard-ons by the time we finished buttering up
our girlfriends.  Our erections went down during a dip in the ocean.  Tess
and Mila looked just as stunning as Mark and I expected in their bikinis. I
am sure the other guys in our troop were jealous of us walking around,
holding hands and hanging out with two beautiful girls.

   Three other guys in our troop had managed to get girlfriends since the
start of the Jamboree.  One hooked up with an Aussie girl in our subcamp.
They were like Mark and me, holding hands and wishing for more privacy
among the 1,500 Scouts and leaders on the beach.  The other two guys hooked
up with a couple French girls from Subcamp One.  Their girlfriends weren't
here today.

   Mark and I headed down the beach to Troop 522 and our girlfriends after
lunch.  We hung out a while before taking another dip in the ocean.  When
we got out, I suggested, "Want to go for a walk?"

   "Sure, why don't we," Tess agreed.  Mark and Mila agreed too.  I started
heading up the beach towards my troop and the north end of Thirroul Beach.
"Let's go this way," Tess suggested as she steered me towards the southern
end of the beach.  Did she know what we might find?

   It turns out the rumors are true about Aussie toplessness at the beach.
If you didn't want to wear your top, head to the south end of the beach. 
Compared to where we had been, this section of beach was pretty deserted.
Half a dozen grown-up couples were down there.  All the women were topless.
Another half a dozen Scout "couples" found their way south too.  Four of
the more daring girls pulled their tops off, to the delight of their
boyfriends.

   I am sure the other two guys were trying to convince their girlfriends
to follow the Aussie customs.  Would Tess?  I didn't need to wait long to
find out.  We spread our towels on our patch of beach.  Tess turned her
back to me and casually commented, "Could you untie me, John?" I pulled the
bow holding her top together.  Tess pulled the small garment off and turned
to face me.  She shook her chest, causing her orange-to-grapefruit sized
titties to jiggle.

   "This feels so much nicer," Tess gushed as she jiggled.

   "God... you're so pretty," I stammered as I stared unashamedly at her
titties.  Tess put her hands around the back of my neck and pulled me into
her.  We kissed, sharing our tongues.  My cock came to attention instantly.
I could feel her nipples press into my chest as we deep kissed.  When we
finally pulled apart, we found Mark and Mila deeply entangled, kissing too.

   Tess' titties weren't white, like I expected.  They were tanned with a
hint of a lighter shade where she wore her bikini top.  This must not have
been the first time she went topless.

   "Do you need sunscreen?" I offered.  I knew which part of her body
wasn't oiled up yet.  I was willing to help if I was needed.

   "I bet you would be happy to do me, wouldn't you?" Tess laughed.  She
squirted a little sunscreen on her hand and slathered her own tits.  I
still got turned on watching her massage the protection into her titties'
light skin.

   I wished I could retreat to the ocean for a couple minutes to chill down
and lose my erection.  I couldn't.  The swimming area on an Aussie breach
was usually in the center, between two flags.  Their lifeguards were
fanatical about swimming safety.  Swim only between the flags.  Don't go
out past the breakers lest you are swept up by an ocean current and pulled
out to sea.  We were a quarter mile south of the swimming area, so we could
only talk and sunbathe down here.

   Tess and I laid out our towels so the edges overlapped so we could be
closer as we sunned ourselves.  I laid down with my aviator sunglasses on.
Tess had some stylish shades too.  We laid side-by-side close together, my
right arm under Tess' neck and her left arm under mine.  We were the
epitome of `80s style.  We'd look good too when we got back to our wintry
homes.  I could regain some of my bronze color that had faded since my farm
work over the summer and early fall.  My classmates would be jealous,
except for Mark, who would be as bronzed as me.  He and Mila were sprawled
on towels on the sand, enjoying the sun's rays too.

   After fifteen or twenty minutes, Tess called for a sunscreen break.  She
rubbed the lotion all over me.  I did her in turn.  This time, she allowed
me to slather her titties too.  That turned me on.  It must have turned her
on too.  Tess and I rolled closer on our side to face each other.

   We stared at each other for a moment before I wrapped my arm around the
back of her neck and drew her face closer to mine.  I leaned in and gave
her a kiss.

   Tess moved her left arm across my side as we made out.  She began
caressing my side as we deep kissed.  My right arm was trapped between our
bodies.  I knew what I wanted... to feel up one of those gorgeous titties
inches from my fingertips.  Did I dare?

   Tess silently answered by sliding her hand down my side and slipping it
under the waist band of my swim suit.  She felt my ass cheek.  My hand went
immediately to her titty.  It was soft, pillowy and a handful.  "Mmmm..."
Tess purred as I fondled her.  Her hand massaged my butt cheek as I felt
her up.

   Of course, I ended up hard from this incredibly sexy scene.  I tried to
keep Tess from discovering my condition as we made out.  She seemed to
crave more contact with my body.  After a couple times scooting my crotch
away from her while we kissed and felt her, Tess hoisted a leg over my legs
and snuggled in closer to me.  I felt my boner press into her belly.  She
had to know what it was.  Tess didn't seem fazed by my lump.  As a matter
of fact, she continued bumping and rubbing against my boner.

   How far were we going?  This beach was public and much too open for how
intimate we were getting.  Tess must have sensed this too.  She pulled away
from me and looked towards the southern end of the beach.  "We need
somewhere with more privacy."

   "Yeah..." I gasped as I caught my breath after our lip lock.

   "Over there, below the road," Tess panted.  She was as breathless as me.
We hopped up and jogged over towards the southern end of the beach.  The
beach ended with twenty-foot-high bluffs, with the roadway at the top of
the bluffs.  Brush was growing up along the base of the bluffs.  We made
our way behind the brush, where it would hide us from people on the beach
while the bluffs would hide us from anyone above.

   I spotted Mila and Mark jogging after us.  Mark's boner was tenting his
suit.  My buddy was getting some make-out time too.  I smiled before Tess
pulled me into our hiding spot.  There wasn't any where to sit or lay down.
We embraced and went back to making out.  We hugged our bodies together as
our tongues dueled.  Tess continued bumping and rubbing my boner as we made
out and I felt her up.

   I don't know how long our make out session lasted but I had a bad case
of blue balls by the time Tess pulled away from me.

   "It must be getting late," Tess sighed as we parted our heads.  "We
don't want to miss the bus back to camp.

   "No..." I sighed.  "We don't."

   Tess allowed her belly to rub my boner again.  "Can you get this thing
tamed?" Her hand reached down and rubbed my erection.

   "uuMMMMmmm..."I squeaked.

   "I'll help you," she added.

   "Uh... uhhh... Tess?" She ignored me as she reached inside my swim suit
and untied the strings holding it up.  Her hands went in my suit on each
hip.  She peeled my suit down, exposing my manhood... well boyhood, I
guess.

   "Mmm... you're big," Tess purred.  I'm not sure she was correct.  I
looked average compared to the other guys in the locker room before and
after gym class back home.  My erection measured a fraction of an inch over
five inches long.  I knew full grown men averaged more like six or seven
inches, but I was still growing.  I guess, if you haven't seen a boy's dick
before, I might seem big.

   One hand wrapped around my boner as she began to stroke me.  Oh God,
Tess' touch was perfect.  I couldn't be the first boy she gave a hand job
to.  Maybe she was serious about my cock's size.

   The feeling of someone else stroking my rod was mind blowing.  I had
never had anyone touch me this way.  I might have lasted a minute before I
felt my balls churn, warning of my come.  Tess, sensing my eruption,
stepped aside as she stroked me three more times to finish me off.  She
just managed to get out of the way as I squirted.

   "Did you like that, John?" Tess asked, grinning at me.

   "That was wonderful," I managed to say, still stunned that she had
jerked me off.  I gave Tess a passionate kiss, with tongue.  She pushed me
away.

   "That would be fun," Tess said, "...but we need to get back to our
troops before the buses come." Calling out louder, "Mila, get moving.  We
don't want to miss our bus to camp.  Cataract Park would be a long walk."

   We jogged back to our things.  I helped Tess put on her top again.  Mila
and Mark appeared out of the bushes by the bluffs.  Mark had a dazed look
and no boner.  I suspect he also received a hand job back there.  Cool.

   We walked back towards our troops.  Monique, one of the girls in Tess
and Mila's patrol came jogging up to us.  "Luuk is worried.  We are about
to leave," she announced.  "John and Mark better hurry.  A scout from their
troop stopped by our troop to ask about them.  Their bus is here."

   "We'll see you after dinner," I announced.  Mark and I sprinted for
where our troop had been.  Jim Marshall, our assistant patrol leader was
standing there, looking impatient.

   "Mr.  Smucker is pissed," Jim announced as he pointed us towards the
buses lined in the parking lot behind the beach.  The three of us ran back
to rejoin our troop.  I expected to be chewed out.  Mr.  Smucker gave us a
stern look and looked at his watch.  As he turned away, a caught a hint of
a smile as he shook his head.

   -----oooOooo----

   After dinner Mr.  Davis distributed tickets for activities for tomorrow.
Phoenix Patrol received the tickets for a trip to Sydney, as we requested.
Mark and I headed over to Tess and Mila's campsite.  Their patrol was
heading for Sydney too.  Tess, Mila, Mark and I agreed to meet at the Opera
House when we got to Sydney.  I warned the girls to pack their swim suits.
I wanted to visit Bondi Beach.  Maybe we could take a walk down to the
south end of the beach again and see our girlfriend's perky tits.  That
would make the day perfect.

   -----oooOooo----

   "You asleep, John?" Mark whispered to me.  I was half asleep but his
question roused me.

   "No," I sighed.

   "Do you think Tess will let you go all the way?" Mark asked.

   "No idea," I answered quietly.

   "Mila is really into me," Mark said.  "She told me she isn't a virgin.
She's gone all the way with a couple of her ex-boyfriends.  I think she
might allow me to score too.  How far do you think Tess will allow you to
go?"

   "I hope I can get to third base," I answered.

   "Will you try for more?"

   "I'm a guy," I answered.  "I'll try for whatever I can get."

   "Did you bring protection?" Mark asked.

   "This is a Boy Scout Jamboree," I answered.  "Why would I bring rubbers?
I didn't even realize there would be girls here."

   "I know," Mark agreed.  "Would you risk getting Tess preggers if you
convinced her to do it?"

   "I won't get her pregnant," I answered honestly.  "I could pull out
before I come."

   "If Mila allows me in her pants," Mark added, "... I'll do it.  I'll
probably pull out too, if I manage it.  If not... well, by the time Mila
realizes she's knocked up, she'll be back in the Netherlands."

   "True," I agreed.  I was surprised at Mark's cavalier attitude about the
consequences if he knocked up Mila.  Could I risk that if I convinced Tess
to allow me to score?  "Let's get some sleep.  Reveille is too early
tomorrow."

   "Yeah," Mark agreed.  "It sucks to be the service patrol."

   "Yeah, it does," I agreed.  "Good night."

   -----oooOooo----

   Monday, January 4, 1988

   Our elaborate plans to meet up with the girls in Sydney proved
unnecessary.  Their patrol was in line for the buses to Sydney about a
dozen people ahead of our patrol when we joined the line.  Mila and Tess
came back and joined us while we queued for our bus ride into the city.

   The bus dropped us off in front of the Opera House.  Everyone got maps
of Sydney and a bus schedule.  The driver said the return buses would be
running from 6:00 to 8:00 PM that evening.  We should make sure we were
back at the Opera House pickup point by 7:30 PM.  Mark and I wished our
Patrol well when we took off from the rest of our group.  We were expected
to follow the buddy system but we didn't need to stay with our whole patrol
for the day.

   Tess, Mila, Mark and I strolled downtown, window shopping for an hour in
the morning.  The girls did a little shopping for gifts for their family
back home.  Mark and I had finished that task before we arrived at the
Jamboree site.  Tess talked us into having lunch at a sidewalk bistro.  Our
bag lunches would be saved for dinner.

   We took a bus from the Circular Quay, the ferry, bus and rail station
not too far from the Opera House and downtown.  The bus dropped us off in
Bondi, about a seven-minute walk from the beach.  We strolled down to the
beach, each couple holding hands.

   We got two surprises when we got to the beach.  The beach was nearly
deserted.  That was surprising.  A week ago the place was busy with people.
The second surprise was a large sign posted on the beach, which explained
why no one was around.

   The sign announced, "Beach Closed.  No Swimming Allowed.  Strong Rip
Currents in Area Today."

   "Shit!" I growled.

   "Well... this sucks," Mark added.

   "Maybe those lifeguards can suggest another beach," Tess suggested.  She
made a beeline for the nearest of the two lifeguards watching over the
beach.

   Hey... Sheilas, the beach is closed today," the lifeguard said as the
girls approached him.  Mark and I hustled to catch up to our girls.

   "I see that," Tess agreed.  "Are some of the other beaches around Sydney
open today?"

   "We have heavy wave action today," the lifeguard responded.  "I doubt
any of the ocean front beaches will be open.  Maybe some of the beaches
inside the headlands will be open."

   Tess pulled a small piece of paper out of her bag.  "How about Cobbler's
Beach?"

   "Cobbler's?" the lifeguard laughed.  "Cobbler's may be a fair-go [a
chance].  It is inside the headlands." He laughed again as we caught up
with the girls.

   "You blokes are in for a good time," the lifeguard said, addressing Mark
and me.  "Give Cobbler's a go.  You blokes will have heaps of fun, even if
you can't swim."

   "Thanks so much, sir," Tess said.  "Let's go guys.  Back to the bus
stop. We'll go swimming today, one beach or another."

   As we were walking back to the bus stop, I asked, "Where did you hear
about Cobbler's Beach?  I've never heard of it."

   "The bus driver for my troop when we toured Sydney before the Jamboree
told us about it," Tess explained.

   "I think you'll like this beach," Mila added, grinning.

   "Does it have a... uh... section like Thirroul Beach yesterday?" Mark
asked.

   "You want to see me tits again, don't you, schatje?" Mila responded.

   "Um... yeah," Mark admitted.  "What do you mean, schatje?"

   "Mijn schatje means my sweetie," Mila explained.  I grinned at Mark
getting called out.

   "Don't you dare," Tess added.  "You want to see my tits too."

   "Yesterday was fun," I said.

   "Yes, it was," Tess agreed.

   We checked the bus schedule while we waited for the next bus.  We rode
it back to the Circular Quay, where we picked up another bus to take us out
to Balmoral and Cobbler's Beach.  It was mid-afternoon before we finally
hit the beach.

   The bus dropped us off at a traffic circle beside the Middle Head Oval,
which looked like a sports field of some sort, but an oval instead of
rectangular field.  A trail at the end of the parking lot took us down from
the headland about a hundred feet to the bottom.  We were part way there
when Tess and Mila stopped us.

   "You need to know one thing about Cobbler's Beach," Tess warned.

   "It's topless beach," Mark said.  "I understand."

   "It's more," Mila laughed.  "It's bottomless too."

   "Bottomless?" I stammered.  "A nude beach?"

   "It is... for both guys and girls," Tess said.  "I hope you don't mind.
I looked at Mark as he looked at me.  We both tried not to grin too much.
Mark and I are normal teenagers.  Getting naked with our girlfriends was
our fondest wish.  Tess just engineered a visit to a nude beach where we
had to get naked with them.  Sweet!

   "I guess I can manage," I replied.

   "I guess," Mark echoed, grinning from ear to ear.

   We followed the girls down to the bottom of the bluff, around a hundred
feet below the headland.  We walked through a small patch of woods before
we came out onto the beach.  Cobbler's Beach was small, compared to Bondi
Beach.  Bondi's crescent was about half a mile long.  Cobbler's was much
smaller and much of the horseshoe shaped bay was rocky and forbidding. 
Here at the center of the cove, a 125 foot stretch of sand provided access
to the sea.  A crescent of flat grass behind the sand doubled the width of
the beach.

   There were about dozen people at the beach, not surprising since we were
here at mid-afternoon on a weekday.  One couple was getting dressed to
leave as we arrived.  Everyone else was naked.  We found a spot away from
everyone else and spread our towels out.  The girls shrugged off their
bikinis casually.  Mark and I looked at each other and shrugged.  When in
Rome... Our swim suits dropped to the ground.

   "Mmm..." Tess teased.  "You look nice, John."

   "Hot is more like it, Mark," Mila added.  "What do you think of a dip in
the ocean first and then we can oil up and enjoy the sun?"

   We did.  Putting sunscreen on most all of Tess was fun.  She reserved
her womanhood for herself, otherwise I had my hands all over her body.  I
rubbed sunscreen onto my cock.  Tess did the rest of me.  We lay down
side-by-side to tan and enjoy the sun.  Like yesterday, we ended up rolling
on our sides and kissing.

   "Oi, mates!" a man's voice called.  Tess and I pulled apart and turned
to see a middle-aged man striding towards us.  We pulled apart quickly. 
Mark and Mila turned to look at this naked man.

   "Welcome to Cobbler's Beach," the man said.  "I can see you Sheilas may
be naturists, but you blokes certainly are new to this." I couldn't argue
his point.  Mark and I were white as sheets around our torsos.  We had no
way to get any tan there, until today.

   "Cobbler's Beach is a family naturist beach," the man explained.  "We do
not tolerate pervs who come to gawk.  We also expect beach goers to observe
some decorum.  A little pash... a little kissing, no worries.  Giving a
gobby or copping a root is right out.  Do you understand?"

   "Kissing is OK," I replied.  "More is too much here on the beach."

   "Good onya," the man said smiling.  "You four enjoy this beautiful beach
and have g'day."

   "Thanks for the information," Tess added as the man turned and left us.

   "What's a gobby?" Mark asked after he was going.

   "No idea,"Mila said, "...but you won't be getting any of that on the
beach."

   "However, in the brush off the trail down here," Tess teased.  "That
might be different.  Gobbies or copping a root, whatever they are, might be
possible."

   We went back to making out.  We kept our activities G-rated... well
maybe closer to PG-13.  Making out was fine.  Copping a few feels of Tess'
pert titties happened but nothing more.  We alternated make-out sessions
with dips in the ocean.  Those were followed up with lathering on more
sunscreen, which led to kissing and making out.  It was a vicious but
wonderful cycle.

   Of course, I got boners while making out with Tess, but since we were
hugging, they weren't on display to the public.  I managed to tame the
boners when we stopped kissing, until the third time around.  My hard-on
just wouldn't go down.

   "Put a towel around your waist, John," Tess instructed.  "Follow me." I
did as I was asked.  Tess led me to the trail.  We followed it a little
until it split.  We followed the left fork, the one that didn't lead back
to the parking lot and bus stop.  We headed up hill about 20 yards and then
we crashed through the brush to get out of sight.

   "What did you have in mind to fix my problem?" I asked.

   "More kissing would be nice and then I will take care of you like
yesterday," Tess replied.

   "No gobby?" I teased.

   "I wonder if that is Aussie for a blow job," Tess asked before embracing
me.  We kissed, ignoring her question.  Embracing my naked girlfriend as we
deep kissed did NOT tame my erection.  It rubbed against her belly as we
kissed.

   I was horny as any fourteen and I was desperate to get laid.  I had read
enough dirty magazines to know I needed to turn Tess on if I wanted to bury
my boner in her belly.  I knew I should rub my boner against her slot. 
Many articles explained that this would make her desperate for my cock. 
Unfortunately, I was six inches taller than Tess and my boner was too high
to rub where I wanted to rub.

   We probably made out for ten minutes or so.  Finally, Tess remarked,
"Let's get you off.  I am hot and ready for another dip in the ocean."

   "Sure... whatever," I agreed.  She pushed me away and kneeled on the
sloping ground.  She wrapped her hand around my erection and began
stroking. I might have lasted a minute from her hand job before I blew a
big load of jizz all over the bushes surrounding us.  I wiped the last
drops off on a leaf.

   "Let's go take that dip in the ocean," Tess announced.  We headed back
to the beach.  Mark and Mila were missing when we came back.  They weren't
in the ocean either.  Tess and I played in the waves and washed and cooled
off in the water.  I saw Mila and Mark return to the beach from the same
trail we had taken earlier.  My buddy, who had been making out for half an
hour, had a limp, spent cock, not a boner.  Mila had gotten Mark off too.

   Mark and Mila joined us in the ocean when they came back.  The four of
us spent more time than usual in the water, enjoying what would be our last
dip in the Pacific for this trip.  The sun was getting lower on the
horizon, so Mark checked his watch when we got back to our stuff.  It was a
couple minutes after six o'clock.  We had to catch the bus back to the
Circular Quay and the Opera House at 6:22 PM.  We dried off, got dressed
and hiked back up to the top of the headlands.  We ate our lunches on the
bus as we rode back to meet our Jamboree bus at the Opera House.

   We made the 7:30 bus back to Cataract Scout Park.  Tess and I cuddled as
we headed back to camp.  I had time to think.  Could I convince Tess to
permit me to do more?  Where could we find more privacy?  I felt sure Tess
would allow me to do more, if we could find a quiet place alone to do it.

   We gave Tess and Mila good night kisses at the Subcamp Four Gateway
around nine o'clock that evening.  The Phoenix Patrol was the service
patrol tomorrow, so we wouldn't be doing an activity with the girls.  They
promised to stop by sometime between meals to talk.

   The rest of the Phoenix Patrol caught a later bus back from Sydney. 
Mark and I were relaxing at our table when Neil Dunn, our assistant senior
patrol leader (ASPL) returned.  He was escorting a cute Aussie girl.  The
two hugged and did a good night kiss at our troop's gateway.  It was much
too intimate for the location.  I was happy for Neil.  He was a
seventeen-year-old Scout from Carlisle and a good guy.  He seemed to have
found himself a girlfriend too.

   A possible answer to where I could find privacy with Tess revealed
itself later that evening.  Mike McLean, our patrol leader, was chatting
with the rest of us after they returned from Sydney.

   "You guys hear about Neil?" Mike asked.

   "He's got an Aussie girlfriend," Mark said.

   "He gave her a good night tonsillectomy tonight," I teased.

   "Rumor has it that a kiss is not all he gave her," Mike retorted.  "I
heard he took her down the Adventure Trail and screwed her brains out."

   "No way," Tim Flowers said.  "There are way too many people using that
trail.  No way you could hook up with a girl there."

   "You know that fork in the trail after you pass the entrance to the
obstacle course?" Mike asked.

   "Yeah, the one that doesn't go anywhere," Tim answered.

   "Right... the deserted trail that doesn't go anywhere," Mike responded
with a knowing grin.

   "I heard about that trail too," Charlie Lombardo agreed.  "It's the
place to go if you want to hook-up with a girl."

   I looked at Mark and he stared at me.  We both smiled.  We would ask
Tess and Mila to take a walk with us down that trail when we got the
opportunity.  Maybe after some kissing and petting, we could get further,
given some privacy.

   With everyone from Phoenix Patrol present, Mike reviewed our duties for
tomorrow when we were the Service Patrol.  We had to get up at 5:45 AM to
begin breakfast.  Mike expected us to be done with breakfast and cleanup by
9:00 AM.  We might get a little free time during the day, if we were
efficient at preparing and cleaning up our meals.

   -----oooOooo----

   Tuesday, January 5, 1988 - Late Morning, Troop 403 Campsite

   "Hey, guys!" Tess called out.  John and Mark looked up from their card
game under the dining fly.  "Can we come in?"

   "Sure," Mark called back, grinning widely.  "Be our guests."

   The girls gave Mark and me hugs and quick kisses on the cheek.

   "I thought you were doing activities today." I remarked.

   "After lunch," Tess replied.  "We have tickets for archery.  Can you two
get away from camp for an hour?  I bet you can still get tickets, if you
want to come too."

   "That's cool," Mark agreed.

   "We will have to talk to our patrol leader," I added.  "We shouldn't be
busy, right after lunch."

   "Hey, Mike, can John and I get an hour off after lunch?" Mark called out
to our patrol leader.

   "No biggie," Mike replied.  "Take a couple hours, as long as you are
back by four.  I need all hands to make dinner for the troop tonight.  We
have five guests in addition to feeding the troop."

   "You got it, Mike," Mark and I both promised.

   Mila, Mark, Tess and I hung out and played cards and talked until lunch
time.  The girls ate with us.  Mr.  Davis, our 1st Assistant Scoutmaster,
secured two archery tickets, so Mark and I could accompany Tess and Mila
that afternoon.  Archery tickets were easy to get.

   We were heading out to the activity area when Mr.  Smucker called out,
"Hats, guys!  You need your hats." Mark and I hustled back to our tent for
our head protection.  I had the foresight to buy an Aussie slouch hat when
we were at the straw market in Melbourne.  Mark was stuck wearing the
pumpkin colored floppy hat the Jambo organizers gave every participant.

   Tess and I and Mark and Mila held hands as we walked down the road to
the activity area.  The archery range had a short line, so we got to have
our fun without the usual long wait for our turn.  Shooting was fun.  It
was more fun with Tess sharing the experience with me.  We finished around
1:30 PM, so we had two and a half hours to kill before we had to be back at
camp to make the troop's dinner.
"Do you mind swinging by our campsite?" I asked.  "I forgot something I

may need."

   "Sure," Tess agreed.  The two couples walked back to Subcamp Four with
arms around each other's backs.  "What do you want to do after we stop by
your camp?"

   "I thought maybe we could take a hike," I offered.  I took a deep breath
before adding.  "I thought it might be nice to head down the Adventure
Trail towards the lake." I was afraid that Tess would shoot my idea down.
That trail was known among Scouts at the Jamboree.  That is where couples
went when they wanted privacy.

   "The lake can get crowded," Tess replied.

   "Too many people hanging out waiting for their turn at boating," Mila
agreed.  "Why don't we hike out that trail that splits off Adventure Trail
to the right?"

   Mark stared at me in surprise.  He knew what going down that trail
meant. I smiled back.  I hadn't misread Tess and Mila.  That trail is where
lovers went to find privacy to make out... or more.  Neil Dunn, our ASPL,
had nailed his Aussie girlfriend there yesterday.  Two other Scouts in our
troop claimed they screwed a couple cute French girls yesterday back in the
bush.

   We headed back to our campsite.  Mark and I headed for our tent and
ducked inside.  "What do we need here?" Mark asked when we were alone in
the tent.

   "Stuff your towel in your day pack," I instructed.

   "For?"

   "Some place for Mila to lay down if we get lucky?" I answered.

   "You think they'll let us screw them?" Mark marveled.

   "Dude, we got six more days here at the Jambo," I responded.  "Tess gave
me a hand job yesterday and they took us to a nude beach.  I think we got a
decent chance of scoring today, if we play this out right."

   "That would be sweet," Mark agreed as he grabbed a towel and stuffed it
in his pack.  We rejoined the girls.

   "Be back by four o'clock," Mr.  Davis called out as we left.  We called
back we would be on time for kitchen duty.

   The Adventure Trail headed west down to the lake from the road between
Subcamps Four and Five.  There were a bunch of Scouts heading down to the
lake and more dripping wet Scouts heading back to camp.  There were a few
other couples like us sauntering down the hill.  Those couples split off to
the right at the fork in the trail.  Most of the other scouts continued on
towards the lake.  Couples headed down the trail for a bit.  Pair by pair,
the couples would find a spot and head off into the bush.

   I spotted a beaten path into the bush.  I directed Tess onto the path.
Clearly, we weren't the first ones to check out this patch of bush.  We
went about fifty yards off the trail when we came to a small clear area
with a big flat rock, just the right height for sitting.

   "Well Romeo, you got this poor, defenseless girl alone in the bush,"
Tess giggled.  "Now what?"

   "I thought we could pick up where we left off yesterday," I suggested as
we sat down together on the rock.  We hugged and started making out.  My
hands went to Tess' titties immediately.  She shrugged off her T-shirt and
bra quickly, giving me access again to her splendid orbs.

   I felt up her titties while we swapped tongues.  I lost track of time,
but it probably was only ten or fifteen minutes of passionate making out.
Tess had removed my shirt soon after she took hers off.  The intensity and
passion of our soul-kissing as well as feeling my bare chest pressed
against hers as we kissed and played tongue-hockey turned me hard as steel.

   Tess rubbed a hand down my tummy between our bodies and settled on the
outside of my Scout shorts at the bulge my erection was making.  She gently
stroked me through my shorts.

   "Would we be more... comfortable if I... put down a towel to lay on?" I
panted between kisses.

   "Yes... [kiss]... that would be... good," Tess huffed as she returned my
kisses and rubbed my hard bulge.  "A Scout sh... [pant] should be... pre...
pared."

   We exchanged half a dozen more frantic kisses before breaking apart.  I
grabbed the towel from my pack and laid it down on the three foot by five
foot flat, almost rectangular rock.  Tess immediately laid down on the
impromptu bed I had made.  I laid down beside her and snuggled up to her
front.  I embraced her as we went back to deep kissing.  She rubbed one
hand against my side and chest while she rubbed my boner through my shorts.


   We kissed for a couple more minutes.  Tess' rubbing was getting to be
too much.  "I'm going to make a mess if you keep that up."

   "We can't have that," Tess replied, breaking our kiss.  "Roll onto your
back," she commanded as she hopped off the rock.  I obeyed, curious about
what she had in mind.  My legs spread open as I lay on my back.  Tess
reached down and unbuttoned my shorts and then unzipped them.

   "Butt up, mijn schatje," Tess asked.  [my sweetie].  I lifted my ass off
the rock momentarily.  My Scout shorts went down below my knees, quickly
followed by my tighty-whiteys.  My boner stood straight up proudly, on
display for a hot girl I hoped would soon be my lover.

   Tess wrapped her hand around my rod expertly and stroked me.  It didn't
take long for her to bring me to climax.  My balls tightened and then my
cock throbbed.  Tess directed my spray over my chest and belly.  Tess
stared down at me, giggling as I recovered from my climax.

   "Do you have anything to clean up with?" Tess asked.

   "Bandana... in my... pack," I sighed.  Damn, that was a great come,
equal to the one Tess gave me yesterday and a hundred times better than any
I ever gave myself.  Tess wiped up my cream up while I panted and tried to
recover my wits.  Tess lay down and cuddled in beside me.  I rolled over
and gave her a hug.

   "You're amazing," I murmured before giving Tess a kiss.  Soon we were
lost, playing tonsil-hockey again.  I felt her up as we made out.  I kicked
my pants and underwear off my ankles while we made out.

   I marveled at the situation as Tess and I mouth-wrestled.  Here I was, a
virgin fourteen-year-old guy naked with this hot chick.  I decided to try
for third base.  I rubbed my hand down across her belly, teasing and
rubbing her until my hand reached Tess' shorts.  I massaged her mound
through her shorts.

   "Mmmm..." Tess purred as I felt her bottom.  `Damn!' I thought.  Could I
coax Tess to go further?

   "I like you so much, schatje," Tess murmured as I felt her.

   "You're special, sweet baby," I responded.  "You have the prettiest
eyes." I reached for the button on her shorts and fumbled with it, trying
to get inside.  Tess immediately slipped her hand down between our bodies.
I knew I had gone too far.

   "Like this, schatje," Tess purred.  She unbuttoned her shorts and pulled
the zipper down.  "Go ahead... feel me."

   "Oh... Kay..." I gasped in shock.  I slipped my hand into her panties
and slipped it down to her girlhood.  I found smooth skin until I felt her
slot.  I slid one and then two fingers into her slot, parting the puffy,
outer lips I saw at Cobbler's Beach yesterday.  Tess was soaking down
there.

   I might have been a virgin, but I was a well read one.  My friends and I
back home passed around dirty magazines.  I had nearly memorized the
stories in there.  I understood Tess' wet pussy meant I was turning her on.
I figured that with third base achieved, maybe I could score that
afternoon.

   I explored with the two fingers in her slot, sliding up and down her
slot and teasing the floppy inner folds.  I used my thumb to explore for
the button I read girls had.  If I could find it and tease it properly,
chances of me burying my boner in pussy would skyrocket.

   "Little higher," Tess instructed as my thumb explored.  I felt a little
bump at the top of her slot.  "Gently," Tess warned as I teased the spot. I
was surprised that the bump grew as I teased it.

   Tess was moaning in my mouth as we exchanged tongues.  I slid my fingers
in her slot lower until I felt an opening.  I knew instinctively that this
was the spot I had dreamed of since I knew what my cock was meant for.

   "May I..." I murmured.

   "Put them in me," Tess puffed.  I obeyed my girlfriend.  I slipped one
finger in about one joint.  Tess' pussy was so hot, juicy and tight. 
"More," she huffed.  I slipped the finger in deeper until I was a couple
joints deep inside her pussy.  "Two fingers," Tess directed.  I slipped my
index finger in beside my middle finger and started stroking them in and
out.  "Rub... [pant] with your... thumb...  schatje." I obeyed.

   I thought back to the article I read in one of the one dirty magazine
last month, "How to get a Female to Fuck You." I passed the five stages of
foreplay successfully.  Tess was moaning and breathing heavily, so I knew I
was turning her on.

   "I could do you better if you take your shorts off," I entreated.  Now
was the tipping point.  Had I gotten Tess hot enough to consent to getting
naked with me?

   "Great idea," Tess responded with a big grin.  I tried to suppress my
mile-wide grin.  I climbed off the rock platform and helped Tess pull her
shorts and panties off.  She lay down in the center of our rock.  God, Tess
looked beautiful, laying there, open and vulnerable.  Was she ready to give
herself to me?  I lay down beside her again.  I put my hand down against
her pussy again and went back to teasing her.  This time I rolled so my
body was sprawled over her chest while I kissed her.

   We continued kissing while I pumped my two fingers in and out of Tess'
pussy while I teased her bump with my thumb.  Tess was moaning and
shimmying more and more.  I knew I was driving her crazy.  I kept going,
hoping I would be able to bring her to climax.  My guide to fucking a
female said that was important.  I slipped one of my legs between her legs,
preparing for the next step while I made Tess crazy.

   "Ohhh... Neuk me sneller," Tess moaned.  I was not sure what she said,
but I suspected I was suppposed to finger her faster.  Schneller in German
meant faster.  I knew that much from German I in school.  I increased the
pace of my pumping fingers.  "Niet meer ...  niet op mijn clitoris."

   Tess made her needs known by knocking my thumb away from her bump.  She
panted and gasped.  I felt her pussy tighten and spasm around my two
fingers as Tess screeched, "Ik kom... ik kom." I didn't speak Dutch but I
understood the last part.  I had given Tess an orgasm.  I withdrew my
fingers from her pussy as she convulsed and came hard.

   I rolled further over Tess to play with a titty and kiss her as she
recovered from her orgasm.  My left leg opened her right leg away from her
left.

   "That was a good one," Tess purred.  She wrapped her arms around me to
embrace me as we exchanged tongues.  I made my next move while we deep
kissed.  I rolled my other leg over between Tess' legs.  My legs and body
forced her legs open wider.  I straddled my body over hers.  My chest
pressed against her titties, her hard little nipples pressing into my
chest.

   Tess had to undersand where I was attempting to go by now.  When would
she call a halt to my exploration?  I continued kissing.  I scooted my body
up so my boner was against her juicy slot.  My guide to fucking females
said this was the final stage before I would bury my erection into her
sweet pussy.

   "Mmm..." Tess purred as I rubbed my boner up and down her slot.  "Keep
doing... [pant] that." I obeyed her.  Tess squirmed as I rubbed, increasing
the friction between our genitals.  We stimulated each other for a couple
minutes.

   "Tess... can I..." I stammered.  Almost at my goal, I was afraid she
would shut me down.

   "Put it in me," Tess urged.  I blinked in surprise.

   "Really?" I gasped.

   "I want you to fill me," Tess implored.  I dipped my hips lower and
thrust forward to plunge my cock into my girlfriend's body.  I missed and
my cock sliced up her sloppy slot.  I tried again, sliding my boner up her
slot again.  Third time, same result.  I dipped my hips lower.  This time
my cock slipped the other way, between her ass cheeks.

   "I got you," Tess said.  She slipped her hand between our bodies and
grasped my shaft.  I felt my cockhead nestle against the hole I had expored
earlier.  "Push in now."

   I pressed forward, spearing my cock inside my first pussy.  Would I hit
a hymen?  I continued pushing deeper and deeper.  Tess' pussy walls gripped
my shaft as I forced it into her belly.  God, fucking was mind blowing.  I
sank into Tess until my groin slapped against hers.

   "You're nice and big, schatje," Tess purred.  "How do you feel?"

   "grEAt," I squeaked, my voice breaking at a most inrritating time.  I am
fucking my girlfriend and I still sound like a little kid.  "Great," I
repeated, trying to deepen my voice.

   "Go ahead..." Tess directed.  "Move in and out now."

   "OK," I gasped as I pulled my hips backwards.  Tess grabbed my ass
cheeks and slowed my withdrawl.

   "In again," Tess directed.  "Don't pull out too far." I thurst forward,
burying my cock in her juicy sheath again.  In and out.  Tess' hands on my
butt cheeks informed me of the tempo she wanted.  Half a dozen strokes...
another half a dozen.  I kept pumping my cock in and out.  Tess pressed her
bottom back against me in time to my thrusts.

   "Fuck... this is fantastic," I groaned as I screwed my lover.

   "My Boy Scout has a nasty mouth," Tess giggled.  "A little faster,
schatje."

   "If I am fucking, I can say the word fucking," I countered.  "Does this
feel good for you?" She smiled up at me and kissed me, passing me plenty of
tongue.

   I continued screwing Tess, reveling in the amazing feelings her body was
giving my steely rod.  My balls started to tingle.  I continued boffing
Tess.

   "Are you close to coming?" Tess asked.

   "Close but not quite yet," I grunted.

   "Go in deep and hold your penis inside me," Tess instructed.  I followed
her directions.  I felt Tess reach between us and gently fondle my balls.
My tingle and need to come was waining.  "How do you feel?"

   "Ready for more," I sighed.  Tess smiled up at me.  Her hands pushed
against my ass cheeks, directing me to go back to screwing.  I humped and
pumped my cock in and out.  My balls started to tingle again after around
thirty seconds of humping.

   I realized something suddenly as my brain warned my climax was
approaching.  "Do I need to pull out?" I groaned as I continued screwing. I
didn't want to get Tess pregnant.  I cared too much for her to risk that.

   "I'm on the pill," Tess said.  "We're safe.  Go ahead until you come." I
increased the pace of my fucking.  Tess must have seen something in my
face. "Shhh... slow down and take your time, schtatje.  Make this last as
long as you can." I buried my boner deep in her belly again and tried to
will away my climax.  Tess fondled my balls again, calming me further.

   After fifteen or twenty seconds of pause, I started pumping my cock in
and out again.  Tess pushed back as I impaled her with my erection.  My
balls tightened and the tingle returned too quickly.  I tried to pause
again to hold off my climax.  My dick throbbed.  I had pushed too far.  I
began frantically fucking my dick in and out of Tess.

   "Come for me, schatje," Tess urged.  "Let go and come for me." I
jack-hammered my cock in and out frantically, trying to coax as much more
time fucking as I could.  Ten seconds... I felt my come rising into my
cock. I thrust hard once... twice.  I slammed my erection into Tess just as
it belched and blasted the biggest load of come in my life into a willing
female.

   "I feel your heart beat in your penis," Tess marveled as she stared back
up at me.  "I feel your sperm filling me.  It feels so hot."

   I slumped down over top of Tess, spent from my exertions and climax. 
She hugged me and gave me kisses on the cheek and lips as I recovered my
senses.

   "Was it good?" Tess asked when I pulled my head up to look in her eyes.

   "It was fucking fantastic," I sighed.  "Are you sure I can't get you
pregnant doing this?"

   "I am on the pill," Tess answered.  She laughed and added, "No worries,
mate.  it'll all work out." This was the standard reply from our Aussie
hosts to any question about how things would go.  Hopefully, things would
work out better than they often did after one of the Aussies promised it
would work out somehow.

   "Was it fun for you?" I asked.  I remembered the last part of that
article about fucking females.  Make sure your girl has fun too.

   "It was great," Tess said.  "It's been two months since the last time my
boyfriend... uh, ex-boyfriend and I fucked.  I needed this."

   "I am glad to be of service," I teased.  I felt my wilting cock plop out
of Tess' hole.  Some of my come dribbled out and ran onto my balls.  I
climbed off my lover.  I smiled to myself.  My lover, that sounds nice.

   "What time is it?" Tess asked as she sat up.
"2:40," I answered after glancing at my watch.
"We got plenty of time before you have to go back to camp," Tess said. I
sat down on the rock beside Tess.  We cuddled and kissed.  Not

passionately, just enjoying sharing ourselves further after lovemaking.

   Yet another mosquito landed on me and took a bite.  "Damned mosquitoes,"
I grumped.  "Maybe we better get dressed and get out of the bush."

   "You're right, schatje," Tess agreed as she swatted another one.  We got
dressed quickly.  We checked to make sure we hadn't left too much evidence
of our lovemaking, other than dribbles of my come that ran out of Tess'
pussy.  We slipped our arms around each other's waists and headed back to
the Jambo site.

   We decided to stop by the concessions area for some ice cream.  We found
Mark and Mila sitting at a table, with half-finished ice cream cones.  I
bought cones for Tess and me before we joined our friends.

   "How was he?" Mila asked.

   "Excellent!" Tess answered, smiling.  "John is an excellent lover.  How
about Mark?"

   "Very good," Mila said.  "He did well."

   I looked at Mark.  He was blushing from Mila admitting what they had
done.  I was probably blushing too.  Mark and I went into this afternoon
planning to seduce and bed our girlfriends.  The way the girls were
talking, it sounded more like they were seducing us.  I guess the truth is
somewhere in between.  We were four horny fourteen-year-olds, looking for
sex.

   The four of us hung out until a quarter to four, when we walked back to
Troop 403's campsite.  Outside our troop's gateway, I gave Tess a kiss,
probably with a bit too much passion when we parted.  Mark did the same
with Mila.  We headed back to the dining area.

   Our patrol leader Mike glanced at his watch when we returned.  "You made
it back with three minutes to spare." He looked us up and down.  I noticed
a wet spot on Mark's shorts.  Apparently, his dick had drooled a little
after he came.  I glanced down and saw I had the same spot in my shorts.

   "Jesus!" Mike commented.  "You two got it on with your girlfriends."

   "A gentleman doesn't talk," I said.  "I can neither confirm nor deny
that allegation."

   "What John said," Mark added.

   "I hope the two of you used protection," Mike sighed.

   "Tess and I are safe," I said.

   Mark grinned and added, "No worries, mate."

   "Let's get to work," Mike said.  "Wash up.  We must make dinner for
forty-five tonight.  We have Swedish guests."

   Later while we were cooking, Mark and I had a few moments alone.  "You
hit a home run?" I asked Mark.  He grinned and replied, "Out of the park.
You?"

   "I scored," I replied.

   "Good?"

   "Mind blowing," I replied.

   "We got to talk after we go to bed," Mark said.

   -----oooOooo----

   We finished our duties around eight o'clock.  Mark and I headed over to
Tess and Mila's campsite.  We hung out with our girlfriends and their
friends the rest of the evening.  Tess and Mila gave us quite passionate
kisses good night when we left - right in front of their troop mates.

   We headed to our beds half an hour later.  Mark and I waited until the
campsite was quiet.  We kept our voices down.  Joey Thompson and Erik
Hobbs, two of the youngest scouts in our troop, tented beside us.  They
didn't need to hear about us screwing our girlfriends.

   "How was Tess?" Mark asked quietly when we thought it was safe to talk.

   "Amazing," I answered.  "Mind blowing.  How about Mila?"

   "Same," Mark said.  "Did Tess make you pull out before you came since
you didn't have rubbers?"

   "No, she is on the pill," I said.  "No babies in nine months."

   "That's cool," Mark said.  "Mila is on the pill too."

   "Did you make sure Mila had fun?" I asked.

   "Yeah...  I think so," Mark said.  "I know I had fun."

   "Do you want to do it again with Mila?" I asked.

   "Of course," Mark said.  "We got five more days before we pack and go
home.  I want to screw Mila as often as I can before we leave."

   "I understand," I agreed.  "You should finger Mila next time and make
sure she has an orgasm when you are together.  I did for Tess.  She loved
it.  I expect I will get invited into her pants again.  Make sure Mila has
fun if you want to repeat this afternoon.

   "Yeah... you're probably right," Mark admitted.  "I didn't think about
that.  How did you figure it out?"

   "Reading dirty magazines," I replied.  "And having an older brother and
sister.  I've overheard Mary bitching about a selfish boyfriend a few times
too."

   "The advantages of being the younger son," Mark said.  "I'm the oldest.
I guess Dylan will get the benefit of my experience."

   "Does your brother have a girlfriend?"

   "He's ten," Mark said.  "Girls are yucky."

   "He'll learn in a few years," I laughed.

   "He will," Mark agreed.  "Good night, John."

   "Good night, Mark."

   ?  Chapter Three

   ==============

   Wednesday, January 6, 1988

   Mark and I met the girls at their campsite before we hiked over to the
mountain biking area.  The line wasn't too long.  We finished our 40-minute
ride through the bush around 10:30 in the morning.  We passed the fork off
the Adventure Trail.

   "You up for some privacy and fun?" I asked, trying sound seductive as I
begged for another chance to get laid.

   "I like the idea of finding somewhere private for fun but the mosquitoes
ate me alive yesterday," Tess replied.

   "They were terrible," Mila agreed.

   "It's a small price to pay for some fun," I added.  "Yesterday afternoon
was a lot of fun."

   "Yes, it was," Tess agreed.  She stopped and gave me a kiss.  "I like
the idea of having some privacy and fun with you, john, but let's go
somewhere where the mosquitoes won't bother us."

   "Where?"

   "I'll show you guys," Tess said, smirking.  "It'll be much more
comfortable than some rock in the bush."

   Mark and I followed along with Tess and Mila.  We had no idea where we'd
find privacy somewhere away from the insects.  They led us back to Subcamp
Five and their troop's campsite.

   "Umm... one of your leaders is here," I stammered as she escorted me
into their campsite.

   "Hallo John and Mark," the assistant scoutmaster said smiling.  I knew
his name as Luuk and he was around twenty-four or so, much younger than
most of the American leaders.

   "Hi," both Mark and I managed to say.

   "We're going to our tents for a while for some privacy," Tess announced
as she led me to her tent.

   Luuk smiled and said, "Have fun." As Tess led me to her tent and Mila
led Mark to hers.  Mark and I exchanged quick glances of disbelief.  What
did Luuk think we were going to do in this tent?  He must know what we had
planned.

   I stepped inside the tent Tess shared with a younger girl, Cindy Vos. 
She zipped the door shut to give us privacy.

   "Heeft John of Mark condooms nodig?" Luuk called out.  I didn't speak
Dutch but I got the question.  Did Mark or I need condoms?  He knows and he
doesn't care if we screw!

   "Nee, we zijn veilig," Tess responded.  [No, we're safe.]

   "Nee," Mila echoed from a couple tents down the line from us.

   "Let's get undressed and have some fun," Tess announced.  I sat there
stunned for a moment while Tess started undressing.  Her leader knew what
we were doing and offered us protection if we needed it.  Unbelievable!

   "John?" Tess' question finally roused me from my stupor.  My girlfriend
was naked from the waist up and was working on removing her shorts.  I
stripped off my T-shirt and dropped my shorts.  Tess was removing her
panties.  My underwear came off immediately.  Finally, I removed the Scout
knee socks with the red stripe at the top.  God, I hated those things.

   "Now what?" I asked as Tess lay down on top of her sleeping bag and air
mattress.

   "We should kiss for a while and play," Tess instructed.  I lay on the
side facing her.

   "I may be new to this but I'm not clueless," I responded as I embraced
her.  "I need to get you excited before the main event."

   "I like a boyfriend who is trainable," Tess said before planting a
scorching kiss on me.

   "I'm... [kiss]... trainable..."

   We made out for probably about ten minutes.  I played with Tess' titties
while we kissed.  Things escalated when Tess reached between our bodies and
began stroking my boner as he deep kissed.  I was on a hair trigger.  "I'm
gonna... gonna come... soon..." I gasped.

   "Roll on your back," Tess commanded.  I did.  She climbed between my
legs and grabbed my rod again.  My need to come had abated a little while
we changed positions.  She gave my hard-on and couple strokes and then
shocked the hell out of me.  She leaned down and sucked the head of my dick
into her mouth.

   I was getting my first blow job!  Tess suctioned the head of my dick as
her tongue teased around the crown.  Her hand continued stroking my shaft.
God!  I wasn't going to last long.  I felt my orgasm welling up from my
bottom.  "I'm... I'm... ccc... cccooo... mmmingggg..." I stuttered.

   Tess surprised me again as my balls churned and my dick squirted my come
into her mouth.  She sucked it down.

   "Tess... why?" I gasped when she allowed my spent dick to drop from her
mouth.

   "I don't want a mess on my sleeping bag," Tess grinned.  "I have to
sleep here tonight."

   "You're amazing," I said.  "I guess it's your turn to get ready." We
switched positions, so she was laying on her back and I was between her
legs.  I reached one hand out to caress her inner thigh while the other
hand went for the gold... her pussy.

   My fingers split her slot open so I could see.  I leaned in close to try
to understand the layout of this area I was so intensely curious about. 
Yesterday I had concentrated on seducing Tess so she would allow me to bury
my boner in her belly.  Today, that was a given.  No pressure, I could take
time and explore.

   Two fingers opened her puffy, pink slot to show me more floppy inner
skin.  It was moist.  I was doing things correctly, if she was getting wet
down here.  My two fingers slid up her slot until I found the bump.  I
touched it with a feather's touch, remembering my instructions from
yesterday.

   "Gently," Tess warned unnecessarily.  "Mmmm..." she added when my finger
teased her bump.  I slid my two fingers down again, teasing the loose inner
skin as I looked for her hole.  I explored the rim of her hole before
plunging both fingers inside her pussy.  "Mmmm..." Tess purred.  I leaned
in closer and inhaled deeply.

   The aroma was interesting.  A little perspiration mixed with something
more stimulating.  In eighth grade and this past fall in ninth, we guys had
joked in the locker room about how a girl's pussy smelled like fish.  Not
true.  I suspected before that it was bullshit.  I had overheard my brother
Danny talking with his friend Charlie about how much Danny's girlfriend
Sharon loved it when he went down on her and tongued her pussy and
clitoris. At twelve, I hadn't fully understood what Danny's was describing.
Now face-to-pussy, I got it.  You lick your girl's pussy.  Danny had
commented that it drove Sharon crazy when he tongued her.

   Could I do that for Tess?  I was pumping my fingers in and out of her
pussy while Tess sighed and panted.  I allowed my thumb to reach up and
tease her bump gently.  Was this her clitoris?  I suspected it was. 
Whatever the bump was called, teasing it made Tess wild.

   I leaned closer and sniffed again as I finger fucked Tess.  I almost was
ready to tongue her when Tess gasped, "Ooohhh... FUCK!  Dat is geweldig!"
Tess thrashed and shook as I pulled my fingers out or her spasming pussy. I
had given her an orgasm again.  I was so burying my boner inside her belly
now.

   I crawled over top of Tess as she twitched from her come.  I supported
my upper body on my elbows, keeping my chest just above my climaxing
girlfriend.  I allowed my waist to sag, slotting my boner right against her
throbbing pussy.

   "Oh God!" Tess gasped as she recovered her wits.  "You are an amazing
lover.  I rubbed my erection up and down her sopping wet slot.  I knew I
was approaching Nirvana again.

   "Put it in," Tess begged.  I dipped my hips lower and tried to skewer
her hole.  I missed high.  "I can..." My second thrust hit its target. 
"...help you," Tess gasped as I forced my dick deep into her pussy.

   "I got this," I answered proudly.  "Do you feel OK?"

   "OK?" Tess giggled.  "I have a big dick spearing me exactly where I need
it.  Get moving.  I need this badly."

   I gave my lover... I still love the sound of those words... my lover...
my best effort.  I slowly withdrew and then thrust forward again.  If I
didn't hurry too much, maybe I'd last longer than yesterday.  Tess' hands
went to my ass cheeks as she guided me.  After half a minute, her hands
were pulling and pressing at my butt.  I suspected she wanted it faster.  I
increased my pace, which drew a contented sigh from my lover.

   Fifteen or twenty seconds of rapid hip thrusts was getting to me.  I
felt my orgasm approaching.  I slowed again.  Tess must have understood. 
She slipped a hand between our bodies and massaged my balls gently like
yesterday.  My urge to come subsided.  I began pumping again.  Our bellies
clapped together as I screwed Tess.  She was panting and sighing as I did
her.  Both of us were sweating from our exertions in the breezeless air in
her tent.

   I felt my balls churn again.  I stopped.  Tess massaged my balls again,
taming my urges for a bit.  I went back to fucking my girlfriend.  Tess was
becoming more frantic as I drilled her.  Was she going to climax again?  I
banged away, hoping to satisfy her before I came.  I felt my balls churn
again.  I paused just as Tess gasped, "Ik come... Ik come." She squirmed
just as her pussy tightened and yanked at my invading dick.  I felt it
spasm as I held still, afraid if I moved I'd explode and we would be done.

   Tess trashed and twitched as she rode out her climax.  Her pussy
squeezed and pulled at my primed dick.  Tess was too far gone to massage my
balls and stop my come.  All I could do was thrust and bury my boner in my
climaxing lover.  A second thrust deep into her belly was too much for my
concentration.  I blasted a huge load of come deep into her.  Thank God
Tess was on the pill.  I must have delivered enough sperm to make ten
babies.  I slumped down on top of my lover, spent and senseless.

   I heard laughter outside the tent.  "Johnny heeft haar goed gedaan.  Hij
liet Tess komen." I made Tess come.  I got the second part.  More guys'
laughter greeted the declaration.  "Johnny een dekreu." More laughter.

   "They think you're a stud," Tess commented.  She kissed me.  "I think
you are too."

   "You were wonderful," I whispered.

   "We should get dressed," Tess commented as she pushed me off her.  "It's
stuffy in here.  I could use some air."

   "Yeah," I agreed.  We dressed while the boys outside chattered in Dutch,
what about... I have no idea.  I was almost dressed when they switched to
English.  "There's the other couple of lovers.  Did Mark make you come like
Johnny did to Tess?"

   "Mark was wonderful," Mila answered.

   "So was Mila," my friend added.  The kids outside teased Mila and Mark
as they joined the group, I presumed around one of the tables under the
dining fly.  Tess and I finished dressing, pausing to exchange kisses.  We
unzipped the door and hopped outside a minute later.

   "The stud-king, Johnny Martin," Martin Dekker said.  He was our age.  I
knew him slightly from my other visits to Tess' troop.  He pronounced
Johnny like the J was a Y, much like the Pennsylvania Dutch, who pronounced
and spelled my name as Yohnny."

   Hans Muilder, Jeoren Koning and Jan de Groot were sitting there too,
talking with Mark and Mila.  This all seemed surreal.  These kids knew Tess
and I as well as Mark and Mila had just screwed.  The teasing was minimal,
compared to what I would have received if the situation had happened back
home among my ninth-grade classmates.  Tess and I joined the other boys at
their table.  We talked together, just like normal teens.

   After about ten minutes, Jan looked at his watch.  "It's a quarter to
twelve.  Let's get going.  Hopefully the line at flying fox will be shorter
at noontime." Jan, Jeoren, Martin and Hans took off, leaving just Luuk,
Mark, Mila, Tess and I behind.

   "Ready for some lunch?" Tess asked.  We kids agreed.  Luuk came over to
our table soon after we pulled our meals out of our day packs.

   "Do you mind if I join you?" their leader asked politely.  We welcomed
him to our group.  We talked for a while about happenings at the Jamboree.
Luuk was a nice guy and being closer to our age, I wasn't quite as
intimidated to ask him a question I was dying to know the answer to.

   "Do you mind a fairly direct question about sex, Luuk?" I asked after I
mustered my courage.

   "Sex?  I'll try to answer if I can," Luuk allowed.  Tess, Mark and Mila
stared at me, curious about where I was directing the conversation.

   "When Tess and I, and Mark and Mila headed to our tents earlier," I
asked.  "You knew what we were planning to do?"

   "Ja, I did," Luuk replied.

   "How come you didn't put a stop to this?" I asked.  "If I did something
like this at my troop site, Mr.  Smucker would blow his top."

   "Hmm..." Luuk responded after a brief pause.  "I guess it goes down to
how we, the Dutch, choose to treat teens and sex.  You are not adults yet,
but you are getting there.  We have respect for teens and permit them to
make their own choices."

   "Not quite like back home in America," Mark commented.  "My dad would
say, `Suck it up and do it my way.  You're too young to be doing things
with girls."

   "That was the Dutch attitude when I was born, in the early sixties,"
Luuk said.  "Things changed.  The Sexual Revolution hit the world.  The
birth control pill became available.  Dutch parents loosened up some since
the risk of pregnancy was reduced drastically.  Your parents are... uh...
can I say... prudish?  More up-tight about teens displaying sexual
behavior?"

   "They are," Mark said.

   "My parents aren't too bad," I added.  "But I am the youngest of three
kids.  I think my parents gave my older brother Danny a lot more grief
about doing things with his girlfriends than they give me."

   "Girlfriends," Luuk said.  "That is a key point to how we consider sex
and teens.  We teach you should be responsible and make your choices. 
Dutch mothers and fathers accept their teens spending the night with their
boyfriends or girlfriends, if they are in a committed, loving relationship.
The committed relationship is the key to Dutch adults accepting their
teens' choices for sexual partners."

   "You think Tess and I have dated long enough?" I asked.  I liked his
theory but how did it apply to Tess, who I met five days ago?

   "You haven't dated long, I admit," Luuk responded.  "From everything I
see, you two have rapidly developed a loving, healthy relationship.  It has
been but a few days but you two are together nearly the entire time of
Jamboree.  What... probably thirty or forty hours together already?"

   "At least that," Tess agreed.

   "Back home that is like ten or twelve dates together," Luuk explained.
"Dutch parents would not get upset if their daughter brought her boyfriend
home for the night after that many dates, if the two were in a committed
relationship.  The two of you... you are boyfriend and girlfriend... yes?"

   "We are," I agreed.

   "I know that the two of you understand your relationship is short term,"
Luuk said.  "You are here down under for another week.  Time enough for
another dozen dates.  I will not object if you both wish to enjoy sexual
relations here in camp, as long as you treat each other with respect and
kindness.  Is that acceptable?"

   "Completely," I agreed.  "I still don't think I will tell my scoutmaster
about this arrangement."

   "That would be wise," Luuk agreed.

   How different this was from the attitude towards teen sexuality back
home.  There was `good girls don't' and `you say no until you are married.'
I think the Dutch attitude makes more sense.

   Tess, Mark, Mila and I headed off to make our rounds at the center of
the Jamboree site, to meet kids from around the world and to enjoy the day.

   Mark and I spent the evening hanging out with Tess and Mila's troop
until bedtime.  We headed back our troop site, arriving just before our
curfew.

   -----oooOooo----

   Friday, January 7, 1988

   Doing activities with Tess and Mila took some finagling.  The Phoenix
Patrol had tickets to the Flying Fox, a.k.a.  zipline to most of the
non-Aussie world.  Tess and Mila's patrol already did that event, so they
couldn't go again.  Flying Fox tickets were the hottest tickets at the
Jamboree.  Neither Ryan Ling nor Tim Flowers were enthusiastic about
heights, so Mark and I figured we could strike a deal with them for their
tickets.  We did, but it was a high price.  Tomorrow, when our patrol was
service patrol, anytime Tim or Ryan were assigned to wash dishes, we would
take their spots.

   Tess, Mark, Mila and I headed out after breakfast to try to get spots
near the front of the line.  Hah!  It didn't do us much good.  There were
probably two hundred Scouts ahead of us in line when we arrived at the
Flying Fox area around 9:15 that morning.  Tess, Mila, Mark, the rest of
Phoenix Patrol and I waited for two hours until it was our turn.

   The guys in my patrol seemed to enjoy hanging out with the girls. 
Everyone was on their best behavior.  They knew they had to be.  Tess and
Mila were our girlfriends.

   The ride down the zip line was a blast, but it was over too quickly.  I
went ahead of Tess.  She had the biggest grin on her face when she stopped
at bottom.  I gave my lover a big kiss once she was out of the harness.

   "Get a room," Jim teased when we broke apart.

   "Not a terrible idea," I responded grinning back at my tormentor.

   "You just wish, Jim," Tess added.  "Come on, schatje, let's go find that
room."

   "Schatje?" Charlie asked.

   "Sweetie in Dutch," I said as we slipped our arms around each other and
sauntered away.  Mark and Mila followed us out of the flying fox area and
up the Activity Trail to the center of the Jambo site.

   "What do you want to do next?" I asked.

   "Why don't we head up to the concession area, have some lunch and then
hang out a bit," Tess suggested.  "We can have a little ice cream after
lunch and then go find that room, though it's more likely to be a tent."

   "I suspect you guys might want some fun this afternoon," Mila added.

   "And you don't?" Mark asked.

   "Why do you think we're inviting you back to our tents?" Mila said.

   "We expect our schatjes to show us a good time," Tess said.

   "I think we can do that," I promised.

   Fifteen minutes later we found a spot and sat down to relax and have
some lunch.  We met up with some Brazilian Scouts while we ate.  Later we
talked with some Scouts from Scotland.  It was one of the cooler things
about the Jamboree, meeting all these people from around the world who
shared Scouting and a love of the outdoors.

   Mark and I bought our girls some ice cream after lunch.  We headed back
to Tess and Mila's campsite, where we could finally "find that room" Jim
had recommended we get.  Luuk wasn't on duty that afternoon.  Marcel
Peters, a leader a couple of years older than Luuk, was watching over their
campsite that afternoon.  I didn't know Marcel well.  He was very quiet. 
He gave us a smile and a wave as Tess and I climbed into her tent and Mark
and Mila climbed into Mila's tent.

   Tess and I wasted no time getting naked and starting our make-out
session.  Soon I was on top of Tess, rubbing my boner up and down her slot.
God, my girl was wet and getting hornier by the second.  I continued
teasing and stimulating her.

   We humped, rubbed together and tongue dueled for five minutes or so when
Tess rolled us over.  She ended up squatting between my legs.

   "Time to get you ready for action," Tess announced.

   "Ready?" I gasped as she leaned down and engulfed my dickhead with her
mouth.  She licked and sucked on my dickhead for fifteen seconds before
pausing to answer.

   "Ready so you don't shoot off to quick when we screw," Tess said.

   "Ohh..." I sighed as Tess stroked my shaft with one hand while she
sucked on my dickhead.  Tess was certainly more experienced in these
matters than me.  Get me off so I last longer while we screw?  I was good
with that.

   I doubt I lasted more than a minute before Tess sucked up every drop of
come that I ejaculated.  She sprawled on top of me as I recovered.  "You're
ready now," she teased as she kissed me.

   "Roll over, it's your turn," I said.  We did.  I pulled off her to a
squat between her out-spread knees.

   "Put it in, I'm wet enough now," Tess said.

   "You can never be too wet," I responded as I reached out and ran two
fingers up her slot.  "It's your turn." My fingers lightly teased her
clitoris before sliding down her slot and slipping into her pussy.

   "Mmmm..." Tess purred.  "My turn... I like that."

   I slipped two fingers down her slot and slipped them into Tess' hole.  I
leaned in closer to Tess's pussy while I finger fucked her.  Could I do
this?  I inhaled.  The smell wasn't nasty or anything.  I steeled my nerves
and leaned lower.  I swiped my tongue up Tess' slot.

   "JoooHHHnn...????" Tess gasped in surprise.  I continued licking up and
down, avoiding her clitoris for now.  The taste wasn't bad.  Actually, it
tasted nice.  I licked away, lapping up the juices drenching Tess's slot. I
figured I was doing things correctly when Tess clasped the back of my head
and tried to force my face into her pussy.  I licked further up, circling
her clitoris with my tongue.  That drew more moans of delight.

   I finger fucked her, licked up her slot and teased her clitoris for a
minute or two.  Tess became progressively more turned on as I continued.  I
knew I would get her off, if she didn't smother me first trying to force my
tongue and face deeper into her pussy.  Tess let out a strangled squeal and
came hard.  Her pussy squeezed and yanked at my fingers.  I managed to pull
my face away as she writhed and enjoyed a hard climax.

   I kneeled between her legs while she recovered.  After Tess stopped
thrashing I crawled over her and gave her a deep kiss.

   "You didn't need to do that," Tess panted.

   "I wanted to," I responded.  "You did that for me.  Why shouldn't I show
you how nice it feels?"

   "Thank you, John," Tess replied.  "No boy has ever had the nerve to
taste me... down there."

   "It was my pleasure," I answered.

   "You ready for more fun?" Tess asked.  She reached between us and
grasped my rod.  "Fill me now.  I need you."

   I thrust forward, impaling my lover with my erection.  I pumped my dick
in and out.  Tess, extremely responsive, pushed back as I thrust in.  My
confidence was growing day by day as Tess taught me how to make love to a
girl.  We went at it for quite a few minutes.  Based on Tess' reactions, I
gave her more than one orgasm as we fucked, not quite as big as the one
yesterday.  Finally, I couldn't last anymore and blasted a load of come
deep in Tess' belly.  We rolled apart and cuddled while we recovered from
our exertions.

   -----oooOooo----

   Tess, Mila, Mark and I spent the rest of the afternoon together.  We
headed back to our respective campsites for dinner.  We had plans to get
together again after dinner.  Plans got interrupted.

   A runner showed up at our troop site in the middle of dinner.  He passed
a message on to Mr.  Smucker.  He read it, stood and held up the Scout
Sign, calling for quiet and our attention silently.

   "Eat your dinner quickly, gentlemen," Mr.  Smucker announced.  "Get your
dishes done quickly too.  A typhoon is expected to hit the Jamboree site in
about 45 minutes.  Move it, everyone!"

   Everyone gobbled down their food.  Dishes were cleaned in a matter of
minutes.  The service patrol, Nittany Lion Patrol today, gathered up all
the stoves, pots, pans and utensils and stored them in our supply tent. 
The wind was whipping up when Mr.  Smucker decided to take down the dining
fly.  The wind was flapping the fly around as we tried to un-lash and pull
down the pine pole uprights and ridge pole.  We lost it partway through
dismantling the fly.  A massive gust smashed what was left to the ground.
Everyone hurried around, putting anything loose in tents.

   Mr.  Smucker led the troop to hard cover once we secured everything.  It
was a fifteen-minute walk through high winds and blowing rain to what
looked like a corrugated metal hangar building.  It seemed like two or
three of the subcamps were all sharing shelter in this large building. 
There wasn't nearly enough room for a thousand or fifteen hundred Scouts to
sit down.  We stood and listened to the wind howl and rain beat down on the
metal roof of our shelter.

   The typhoon dropped the temperature radically from the mid-90s we had
earlier in the day.  The huge crowd sheltering in the metal building raised
the temperature inside the building, making everyone, who were already
drenched from our dash for shelter, sweaty and hot.

   I was shocked when someone sidled up to me from behind and gave me hug.

   "This storm is bad," Tess said as I turned to see who was hugging me. 
"Do you think we'll be safe in here, John?"

   "I'm sure we are safe," I answered.  I gave her a quick kiss.

   "Hold me," Tess asked.  I embraced her.  We stood there, hugging, her
head resting against my chest and shoulder.

   "Mr.  Martin, Mr.  Weaver, we WILL keep things G-rated, correct?" Mr. 
Smucker asked.  I hadn't noticed Mila was with Mark, but I wasn't
surprised.

   "My girlfriend is scared," I replied.

   "Mine too," Mark echoed.

   "We'll keep it above board," I promised.

   "Mmm... hmmm..." Mr.  Smucker allowed.  He didn't make Mark or me
release our embraces.

   Tess and I, as well as Mark and Mila, waited out the storm, holding onto
each other for the two and a half hours we sheltered from the typhoon.  The
all-clear was announced around 9:30 that evening.  Troops hiked back to
find their campsites and to find out if they still had a place to sleep
that night.

   It was hard to be certain, but many campsites had been hit hard by the
intense storm.  We passed troop campsites in Subcamp Five that had been
flattened.  Others were standing.  We passed Troop 531 on our way back to
our subcamp.  John Ioanni's father's troop had fared fairly well.  All
tents were standing, though the tall flagpole on their gateway had crashed
to the ground.

   Mark and I gave our girlfriends a good night kiss when we parted.  Our
troop marched on to Subcamp Four.  When we reached our campsite, we found
all our tents standing.  The remains of our dining fly was draped over
flotsam and jetsam that had been our central dining and meeting area. 
Tables were upside-down.  Patrol boxes were overturned.  One was upside
down.  Debris from God knows where littered our campsite.

   Mr.  Smucker announced clean-up would wait until morning.  It was time
to get to bed.  Mark and I found the inside of our tent perfectly dry.  The
big storm hadn't disturbed anything inside.  We were extremely lucky.  Half
a dozen scouts in our troop found wet sleeping bags.  Mr.  Smucker, Mr. 
Davis, Dr.  Johnson and John Ioanni loaned the Scouts blankets for the
night.

   -----oooOooo----

   Friday, January 8, 1988

   Mr.  Smucker had the whole troop up, cleaning up our campsite while my
Phoenix Patrol made breakfast for the troop.  The broken spars and other
trash were piled at the back of our campsite, behind the leader's tents. 
Tables and benches were setup and cleaned for breakfast.  By eight o'clock
that morning, things were ready for us to eat.

   My patrol spent the morning cleaning up the campsite from last night's
storm.  We rigged a smaller flagpole onto our gateway to replace the one
smashed last night.  Tess and Mila didn't stop by in the morning.  Mark and
I speculated on how they were faring while their troop cleaned up from the
storm.

   Tess and Mila showed up a few minutes after noon, just as my patrol and
Dr.  Johnston sat down for lunch.  The girls joined us.  After lunch Dr. 
Johnson and Mike, our patrol leader, dismissed us for the afternoon.  We
had to be back at 4:00 PM to begin dinner for the troop.

   Mila, Mark, Tess and I toured through the Jamboree site, looking over
the damage from the previous night.  Most Australian and American troops
seemed to have fared well in the storm.  No surprise with the Australians.
They were used to this kind of weather.  The American tents stood up well
to trying conditions.  Other nations had more problems.  None were worse
off than the Malaysians with their silver tents.  Every single tent was
flattened to the ground.  I am not sure where they kept their gear.  Their
tents were flat as a pancake, without lumps for things like bags of
clothing, or bowls, cups or cutlery for eating.  I felt for those poor
Scouts.

   We stopped by the stand for some ice cream when we were down at the
central area of the Jamboree.  We hung out and swapped stories about the
storm with other Scouts from Japan, Germany, Finland and India.

   The storm brought much cooler weather.  Mid-afternoon temperatures
barely broke 70 degrees.  I cuddled with Tess as we hung out.  I'm fourteen
and perpetually horny.  I wanted to get laid before I had to return to my
campsite.  I gave Tess some kisses on the cheek and neck.  I nibbled at her
ear.

   "You're being terrible," Tess protested as I nibbled at her.  "Behave!"

   "You taste sweet," I replied.

   "You just want to go back to my tent and get laid," Tess countered.

   "And you don't?"

   "Well..." Tess responded.  "I could be talked into it."

   "I bet you could," I answered as I nibbled on her neck.  "You're the one
who seduced a sweet, innocent boy a few days ago."

   "It didn't take much seduction," Tess giggled.

   "I'm a normal, red-blooded American boy," I said.  "I fell for the
prettiest girl at the Jamboree.  Who wouldn't?"

   "You're just trying to sweet talk me into having sex with you," Tess
said.

   "Of course, I am," I agreed.  "You don't want to?"

   "It would be fun," Tess agreed.  "Let's head back to my site." We stood
to leave.  Tess added, "You two coming too?"

   "Why not?" Mila agreed.  Mark had no arguments against getting laid. 
The other couple followed Tess and me back to Troop 522' campsite.  We were
surprised to find more than half Tess and Mila's troop hanging out at their
site.  No privacy today, none what-so-ever.

   "What do you want to do?" Tess asked, clearly pissed off at missing a
chance to hook up with me.

   "You could grab a towel and we could take a walk down a certain trail...
you know where," I suggested.

   "The bugs?"

   "I have some Deep Woods Off," I added helpfully.  "It'll keep the
mosquitoes at bay while we have some fun." Tess looked around at the crowd
of people.

   "Deep Woods Off... does it work?" Tess asked.

   "Works like a charm," I responded.

   "He's right," Mark confirmed.  "That bug spray works great."

   "You just want sex too," Mila teased.

   "Well... yeah, what do you expect from me?" Mark laughed.  The girls
grabbed their towels and we headed back to my campsite.  I picked up my bug
spray and the four of us headed for the Adventure Trail and its branch back
into the bush.

   The trail off the Adventure Trail was busier than I expected.  Quite a
few couples were strolling down in search of privacy while more headed back
towards the Jambo site.  Mark and Mila found a little trail to the left and
followed it for privacy.  Tess and I headed further downhill to the spot
where we first made love.

   I led Tess back the narrow path towards "our" clearing.  We were almost
there when both of us heard what sounded like clapping, except slower.  We
turned the last corner into the small clearing and stopped short.  A girl,
apparently French from the uniform laying on the rock beside her, was bent
over kneeling over the rock.  A boy, about my height and probably fifteen
or sixteen was on his knees behind her, boffing her from behind.  He had an
unbuttoned Italian Scout shirt on but was naked from the waist down.  The
shirt flapped back and forth as he screwed his girlfriend.

   I looked at Tess as she looked at me.  She was smiling and put one
finger to her mouth to tell me to be quiet.  We silently watched the two
teens screw for about fifteen seconds before Tess grabbed my hand and
pulled me away from the clearing.

   What was I watching?  I had read about a sex position called "doggy
style" but had never seen anything in my dirty magazines that showed me
exactly how you did this position.  All the pictures were more traditional,
with the guy on top of the girl.  Could the Italian boy have been drilling
the French girl doggy style?

   When we were back on the trail, Tess said, "We will find somewhere else.
We shouldn't disturb their fun."

   "Sounds fair," I agreed.  "Have you ever done it like they were?"

   "I haven't," Tess said.  "One of my friends did it that way once.  She
said it felt good."

   We walked down the trail, looking for a spot where we could get off the
trail and back out of sight in the bush.  A couple minutes' walk down the
trail we found a path into the bush.  We followed it until we were out of
sight of the trail.  This path didn't have any clearing or open space where
we could lay down when we screwed.

   "Should we look for a spot with more room?" I asked.

   "We could try it here the way that other couple was doing it," Tess
suggested.

   "I guess we can try it," I agreed.

   Tess and I sprayed each other thoroughly with my bug spray.  She leaned
back against a tree while we made out.  Shirts disappeared followed by
pants.  I felt her up.  Tess twisted us around so I was against the tree.
She gave me a nice blow job.  I returned the favor by fingering her hole
and giving her pussy a nice tongue bath.  Finally, it was time for the main
event.

   Tess put down her towel on the ground and kneeled on it.  I stepped
between her legs and got down on my knees.  My boner was pointing straight
out ready for action.  The problem was... I wasn't sure exactly where to
put it, from this new and unusual position.  I poked it between Tess' legs.

   "Not close," Tess sighed as my boner slipped against her thighs.  I took
another shot at her opening.

   "I got you, John," Tess said.  I felt her hand grab my shaft and push it
higher until I felt the tip press against her hole.  "Go ahead, schatje." I
pressed forward, burying my hard-on into my lover.

   "Is this good?" I asked.  My hands slipped down to her hips to steady
me.

   "This is different," Tess remarked.  "Different but nice.  Go ahead,
John.  I am ready."

   I started pumping my dick in and out of Tess' pussy.  Tess was right. 
This did feel different from when I was on top.  I felt more in control
with my hands on her hips, holding her steady as I screwed her.  There was
one problem.  Tess wasn't getting the same stimulation to her clitoris that
she got when I was on top of her.

   We had been screwing for a couple minutes when I felt her hand feel my
shaft as I pumped in and out.  Soon Tess was panting and moaning.

   "Are you playing with yourself?"

   "You can't do it from there," Tess replied.  "This way is great.  You
dick feels so long as you thrust into me.  I will have to remember this
position for the future.  It is a lot of fun."

   I continued thrusting and humping.  Tess fingered herself to a climax. I
continued thrusting while her insides churned and tugged at my dick.  I
managed to hold off my own come until she calmed down.  I may have managed
to avoid an orgasm but she primed my dick.  I lasted maybe twenty seconds
more before I blasted a belly load of come in her womb.  I slumped onto
Tess' back and wrapped my arms around her.

   "That was nice," Tess commented as I rewired my frazzled brain.  "You
can get off me."

   "Mmmm..." I grunted non-committedly.  I stood up as Tess stood.

   We hugged and kissed for a moment before gathering up our clothes.

   "They bug spray did the trick for me," Tess commented.  She laughed at
me when my back was turned.

   "What?"

   "It didn't work as well for you," Tess teased.  "You have three big
mosquito bites on your ass."

   "Someone didn't spray me there," I grumped.  I scratched on of them
before putting on my underwear.

   "Poor baby," Tess teased.  "Got a boo-boo on your backside."

   "Kiss it to make it feel better?" I goofed.

   "I will pass," Tess responded.

   Tess and I walked back to camp with our arms around each other.  We were
quiet during the walk.  I don't know what Tess was thinking about, but I
was thinking about how little time the two of us had together.  The closing
ceremony was tomorrow night.  Sunday would be the day to pack up our camp
and we both would fly home on Monday.

   Tess gave me a deep kiss at our troop's gateway when I returned to our
campsite.  Mark was nowhere to be seen.  Tess headed back to her campsite
alone.  Mark returned accompanied by Mila about five minutes later.  He got
a hot kiss good bye too.  The other guys in our patrol razed Mark a little
about the kiss.  He took it in stride.  How many of them could say they got
laid that afternoon?

   We hung with the girls after dinner over at Troop 522's campsite.  I
enjoyed talking with the guys from Arnhem.  With a little lobbying from the
girls and from Mark and me, our two patrols all picked up tickets to the
boating area for our final day of the Jamboree.  Mike and the Phoenix
Patrol agreed to meet up with Tess and Mila's patrol after breakfast and
head down to the boating together.

   -----oooOooo----

   Saturday, January 9, 1988

   My patrol met Tess and Mila's patrol at their campsite before all of us
headed down to the lake for our boating activity.  The girls' patrol knew
Mark and me from all our visits.  Our patrol knew Tess and Mila from their
visits to our campsite.  It was fun watching the rest of the two patrols
getting to know each other.

   The line at boating wasn't too bad.  We waited about half an hour before
our turn in the canoes.  Tess was my canoe partner.  Mila rode with Mark.
We paddled around the small lake and played splash battles with each other.
Our half hour on the water ended too quickly.

   Both patrols decided to head to the center of the Jambo site to meet
other Scouts.  One of the big things near the end of the Jamboree was
trading uniforms with someone from another country.  I ended up trading
with Martin Dekker.  He was close to my size and our uniforms fit each
other.  Mark traded with a Jordanian Scout we met that morning.

   After lunch Mila, Mark, Tess and I took off from our two patrols to head
back to the Dutch troop site.  Of course, the Dutch Scouts knew what we had
planned and teased us accordingly as we headed off for sex.  Most of the
Scouts in the Phoenix Patrol suspected Mark and I were drilling our
girlfriends.  The Dutch teasing only confirmed what they suspected.  The
four of us didn't really care about the teasing.  We were going to get
laid, something most of the ones teasing us couldn't say that day.

   Fortunately, Luuk was on duty in the campsite.  Otherwise the campsite
was deserted.  Luuk told us to have some fun but to keep the noise down. 
He didn't want any complaints from his neighboring troops about Scouts
having sex.  The four of us promised to keep ourselves under control.

   This was our fifth time making love.  All embarrassment or hesitation at
getting naked together was gone.  We made out and played for a while to get
each other turned on.  Tess gave me a blow job to take the edge of me.  I
dived in and ate her pussy until she came hard.  I climbed over top of
Tess, positioned my dick and slid it right home with need for Tess to guide
me.

   The two of us screwed for three or four minutes.  I managed to stimulate
Tess enough to bring her to climax.  I came just after her.  I just
couldn't hold back any longer when Tess' pussy was squeezing and tugging at
my dick.  I blasted a big load of come in her belly.  We slumped together
and cuddled.

   "That was the best, John," Tess declared before kissing me.  "It's too
bad this might be our last time."

   "Last time?" I replied.  "I don't fly home until Monday.  Same for you.
We'll hook up sometime tomorrow after we get our campsites packed up." I
chuckled.  "We might have to go down and find a spot off the Adventure
Trail tomorrow afternoon or evening, but this won't be our last time.  I
promise."

   "I hope you're right," Tess answered.  "Our time together has been
great. I wish you lived in the Netherlands."

   "I don't," I said.  "I wish you would consider becoming a Pennsylvania
Dutch girl.  We have lots of them in Lancaster County." Tess laughed.

   "Not the same as Dutch girls where I come from," Tess said.  "Anyway, my
father is a river pilot.  Is there much call for that where you are?"

   "Not really," I responded.  "Our nearest river is maybe 60 feet wide and
a foot or two deep.  There isn't much need for a pilot."

   "I guess not," Tess agreed.

   "Whether today or tomorrow is our last time, I will always remember
you," Tess promised.

   "You're my first," I replied.  "I'll probably be remembering this when I
am grown up and have kids our age.  You have made this Jamboree
unforgettable."

   "As have you," Tess agreed.  We got dressed and joined Luuk outside at
one of the tables until Mark and Mila were finished.  The four of us headed
back to the center of the Jamboree to hang out and enjoy our limited time
together.

   We parted at dinnertime.  I was waiting for dinner to be served when Tim
Flowers, a Scout from York the same age as Mark and me, came up to me. 
"What is your secret, John?" Tim asked.  "How'd you get such a pretty girl
to fuck you?"

   "I got lucky," I replied.

   "I know you fucked her," Tim said, somewhat exasperated.  "I mean, how
did you manage to ask her to be your girlfriend?  How'd you convince her to
go all the way with you?  When I try to ask a girl out, my brain goes blank
as soon as I speak to her.  I stutter and make a complete fool of myself.
How do you get over that?"

   "Don't try," I answered.

   "How do I ask her for a date if I don't try and speak to her?"

   "I don't mean `Don't ask her,' I mean don't try so hard when you ask
her," I explained.  "Tess and I met in line for an activity.  We spent an
hour together just talking.  We got to be friends before any of the dating,
kissing or having sex."

   "Just talk to the girl like a normal person?" Tim asked.  "Really?"

   "It worked for me," I answered.

   "Got you into her pants?" Tim asked.

   "I am a gentleman," I said.  "Tess and I are very good friends."

   "Very close and personal friends?" Tim teased.

   "Yes... very close and personal friends," I agreed.

   "I'll give it a try back home," Tim said.  "Maybe it'll work."

   "I hope it works," I responded.  "I don't have a girlfriend back home or
anyone to be close and personal with."

   "Thanks, John," Tim said.

   After dinner our troop had a little time for packing and preparing for
tearing down camp tomorrow.  At eight o'clock we headed to the arena for
the closing show.  It was close to midnight before we got back to camp and
to bed.

   -----oooOooo----

   Sunday, January 10, 1988

   We got a surprise at breakfast time.  All Northeast Region troops were
busing to Sydney and visiting some museums.  I am not sure what brainiac
came up with that plan.  We had to tear down camp.  Why were we going into
Sydney instead?

   We toured two museums in the morning.  We toured Taronga Zoo after a
picnic lunch.  We had a huge buffet style dinner at the Sydney National
Park.  We hung out at the park almost until dark.  We ended up back at the
Jamboree site around eleven o'clock that evening.  Why had the American
Jamboree leaders wasted our day like that?

   Our troop pitched into tearing down camp.  Mark and I each found a note
from our girlfriends when we got back.  Mine said:

   Dear John,

   I am leaving you this note since I wasn't able to say good bye properly
in person the way I hoped.  This isn't how I wanted to do this.  Our time
together at the Jamboree was great and I will always treasure your
friendship.

   I wish you and Mark the best as you head back to America.  I will
remember our time together always.

   Love,

   Tess Visser

   Our troop didn't finish turning our gear in until two in the morning. 
We slept under the stars, or more accurately, under the clouds.  A drizzle
started up around five in the morning.  It didn't matter too much.  We
needed to board a 6:00 AM bus for the airport.

   Our flight departed Sydney at 11:15 AM Monday morning.  We enjoyed lunch
once our plane was in the air.  After that, the pilot turned out the lights
and everyone went to bed.  I woke up as we were landing in Honolulu.  We
had to go through customs and board another plane to Seattle.  There we
flew to Detroit, switched planes and then flew into Harrisburg around 8:30
Monday evening.  Our flight time was around thirty hours, so literally,
Monday, January 11, 1988 was the longest day of my life, lasting around
forty-six hours.  I would remember my three and a half weeks down under for
the rest of my life.

   -----oooOooo----

   I had no plans to reveal my introduction to sex when I returned home
after the Jamboree.  Nature had other plans.  Around the beginning of
February, about three weeks after returning to America, I felt a burning
when I pissed.  Newly fifteen, I ignored the problem, assuming it would go
away.  The burning persisted for a couple weeks.  I knew I was in trouble
when my piss slit started oozing puss.

   "Dad, can you line up a doctor's appointment for me?" I asked.  I tried
to stop my voice from quavering.

   "Your Mom usually handles that," Dad said.  "What's wrong?"

   "It's a man's thing," I offered.  My dad turned and stared at me.  I
tried to look him in the eye as he studied me.

   "You had a lot of fun in Australia, didn't you?" Dad asked.  "What
exactly is your `man's problem'?"

   "Um... my dick... er... penis burns when I piss," I explained.  I
probably turned bright red from embarrassment at admitting this to my dad.

   "You can call it your dick, I understand," Dad said.  "You really had a
lot of fun in Australia.  The two girls in about half your photos, which
one was she?"

   "Which one?" I stammered.

   "Which of the girls did you have sex with?"

   "sEX?" I squeaked.

   Dad stared at me for a few moments before laughing, "My son goes to a
Boy Scout Jamboree and gets the clap.  Which one did you have sex with?" I
let out a sigh.

   "The blond," I answered.  "Tess Visser."

   "I will line up an appointment for you to see our doctor," Dad said.

   "Do you have to tell Mom?" I asked.

   "This is too big to withhold from her," Dad replied.  "Haven't you heard
of rubbers, John?"

   "I have, dad," I answered.  "I was going to a Boy Scout Jamboree.  I
didn't know girls would be there.  Even if I knew, I didn't expect that I
would need rubbers."

   "So, you just went ahead and decided to have sex without any
protection," Dad said.

   "She is on the pill," I replied.  "I knew she couldn't get pregnant."

   "But she could give you a sexually transmitted disease," Dad said.  "The
protection is for more than just pregnancy."

   "I get that... now," I replied.

   -----oooOooo----

   Dad's suspicions proved correct.  I got chlamydia from Tess.  Treatment
was easy.  A few weeks of antibiotics cleared me up.  More embarrassing was
the international phone call I had to make to Tess.

   "Hallo?"

   "May I speak with Tess Visser, please?" I asked the older man on the
phone politely.

   "Hallo, dit is Tess," Tess said.

   "Tess, it is John... John Martin from the Jamboree," I said.

   "John?  Oh my God, John!" Tess gushed.  "I didn't expect to hear from
you."

   "I hadn't planned to call," I said.  "Something has come up and you need
to know about it."

   "Something?"

   "My doctor diagnosed me with chlamydia," I said.

   "Chlamydia?  That couldn't be," Tess answered.  "I don't have
chlamydia."

   "I was a virgin," I responded.  "You are the only one I could have
picked this up from.  My doctor said you need to know so you can get
treated."

   "I am clean," Tess said.  "I don't have any diseases."

   "He said you must have it," I answered.  "You may not have symptoms
right now, but you most certainly have the disease.  Treatment is easy. 
You take some antibiotics and it clears things right up."

   "I don't understand how I could have..." Tess began.  "Damn!  That
bastard Willem... my ex-boyfriend.  He must have been cheating on me before
I caught him."

   "See a doctor," I said.  "Take care of yourself."

   "I will," Tess agreed.  "It is good to hear your voice again, John."

   "It is wonderful to hear you too," I agreed.  "I wish it was under
better circumstances than this."

   "Thank you for calling to warn me," Tess said.  "You didn't have to do
that."

   "I had to," I answered.  "I'm a Scout.  A Scout is trustworthy.  I
couldn't let something like this go and hurt you."

   "Thank you for the warning," Tess said.  "Take care of yourself."

   "You do the same," I responded.

   My problem cleared up within a few weeks.  I got a lot of teasing from
my big brother Danny and my older sister, Mary about my predicament.

   -----oooOooo----

   Boy, that time at the Jamboree changed my life.  My experiences with
Tess Visser gave me an unusual confidence for a ninth-grade boy when I
encountered girls.  No longer afraid to ask a girl out, I dated a lot as I
finished ninth grade.  I also managed to seduce a couple girls.  I dated
Heather Weller, managing to take her virginity after a month of wooing.  I
went steady with Erin Kahler through the end of the school year.  Erin and
I got it on half a dozen times.  We broke up at the end of the ninth grade.

   I had a vacation fling when my family went down to the shore in the
summer, to Rehoboth Beach, DE.  Julie Dixon was one hot babe.  We got it on
three times before our week at the beach ended.  I never saw Julie again.
She was from near Scranton.

   I received an invite to a Labor Day weekend party at the start of tenth
grade.  I had already downed one beer when I spotted her across the room.
Pamela Sauder, the hottest babe I ever laid eyes on.  You have heard of
love at first sight.  This was lust at first sight and Pamela felt it too.
We met in the middle the room.  We couldn't keep our hands off each other.
Pammy felt the same way as me.  We ended up in my buddy's bed that evening,
fucking each other's brains out.

   How had I missed such a beauty at school?  Paradise High wasn't a large
school.  It turned out Pamela was Lancaster County born and bred but had
moved to Nebraska when she was five.  Her father worked for Sperry New
Holland, the farm equipment manufacturer.  He just received a promotion and
was transferred back to New Holland.

   A surprising thing happened the following Tuesday when we got back to
school.  Pamela and I still had the hots for each other.  We did everything
backwards.  We slept together, dated, got to know each other and then found
out how much we had in common.  My one-night-stand became a one-week-stand
then a one-month-stand and now twenty-three years later, I am just as hot
for my wife, Pam, as I have ever been.

   Surprisingly our lust turned to love.  We dated throughout high school
and arranged to go together to college at Penn State.  We managed an active
love life.  I learned my lesson and made sure to use rubbers every time we
got down.  We had our adventures, none more nerve-racking than in eleventh
grade, when Pam's mother walked in on us one Saturday afternoon when she
was supposed to be at a church bazaar.  Pam and I were bare-assed naked on
her bed, screwing away when Mrs.  Sauder walked in on us.

   Pam's parents finally allowed her to go on the pill once they discovered
Pam and I had been having sex for a year and a half.  Unfortunately for me,
the pill made Pam sick, so we went back to using rubbers for protection.

   We continued our bedroom sessions in college, whenever or wherever we
could find an empty dorm room.  By sophomore year, we had agreed we would
marry after college, though we hadn't announced a formal engagement.  My
floor in Curtin Hall threw a pre-Christmas floor party the 12th of
December, to celebrate our coming vacation from classes.  Pam and I got a
little drunk... OK, we got a lot drunk.  My roommate hooked up with a cute
coed from Bigler Hall and was spending the night with her.  Pam and I would
be able to spend the night together, a rare opportunity.

   Spaz that I am, I had forgotten to go downtown earlier that day and pick
up another box of rubbers.  Pam and I, horny for each other in the calmest
of times, threw caution to the winds and went at it without protection.  We
did it twice that night and again the next morning before going to brunch
downtown at the Penn State Diner.

   Neither of us considered exactly why we were so horny that night.  Pam
was fertile.  I thought it was my bod that drove her wild.  We didn't
realize our predicament until a few weeks later.

   My older brother Danny and his wife Sharon hosted a New Year's Eve party
for friends and family.  Our sister Mary showed up with her fiancé, Mike
Raffensberger.  Danny's neighbors Bob and Sue Fritz, and Jim and Marilyn
Edwards came.  The kids were farmed out to their grandparents for the
night.

   Danny and Sharon now had two kids, my step-nephew Will, who was almost
five, and little Kyle, eight months old.  That was pretty productive for a
couple married for fifteen months.  Yeah... you did the math correctly.  My
big brother had knocked up his fiancée two months before he married her - A
fact Mary and I teased Danny about unmercifully.

   The joke was on me that night.  Pam revealed to me that she was afraid
she was pregnant.  Our parents are old-fashioned.  Our only choices were
putting the baby up for adoption or getting married.  We chose the latter,
since we planned to marry anyway.  Pam and I, along with our parents,
decided a quick wedding was in order.  We married on January 23, 1993.

   Our first few months of marriage were strange.  We continued college, me
living in East Halls in Curtin Hall while my wife lived in Thompson Hall in
West Halls.  We told a few friends that we were married and why.  Most of
our classmates were clueless, at least until late April when Pam started to
show.

   Pam dropped out of college to have our oldest son, Mark.  I found a
permanent job back home that summer.  We rented a half a house and started
our married life while I finished college going to night school at Penn
State's Harrisburg campus.  Mark was born September 4, 1993.  Pam
eventually got her degree too, through night school after our youngest,
Ian, was born.

   Did I regret my hook-up down under?  Not in the slightest.  It put me on
the path to a very happy life with Pam and our three wonderful kids. 
Sometimes I wonder what became of Tess Visser.  We lost track of each
other. Hopefully she has found the happiness I have with wonderful memories
from down under.

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   The End

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   Douglas Fox (C) 2018

   This is a short story from my Life in Paradise series.  John Martin is
Kyle's Uncle John from Lost and Found.  Dan and Sharon Martin, Will Henry,
Kyle, Lizzy and Andy Martin don't need any introduction, if you are
familiar with the series.  If you haven't read the series, I hope you will
read it.  I think you will enjoy it.

   This story has two sources of inspiration.  The first is a news article
reporting that the Boy Scouts of America, as the host to the 2019 World
Jamboree, would be required to make free condoms available to Scouts at the
Jamboree.  This story brought the predictable
the-world-is-going-to-hell-in-a-handbasket reaction.  That reminded me of
what became the second source of inspiration for this story.  I know two
men who as Scouts went to the XVI World Jamboree/Mondial in Australia in
1987-88.  The story about the trail off the Adventure Trail is true.

   The biggest shock the two related to me was that their Jamboree included
girls.  The American Scouts were unprepared for this.  With the limited
weight of luggage allowed for the Jamboree, I am certain no American Scout
packed rubbers for the trip.  Did American boys hook up with girls from
other countries?  You bet.  Did any of these unprepared American teens get
it on with their Jambo girlfriends?  Almost certainly yes.  Were any babies
born nine months later because of these hook-ups?  I would be surprised if
you put 15,000 mixed gender teens together for almost two weeks that there
wouldn't be consequences like that.

   The Boy Scouts of America providing free condoms to Scouts may sound
like a terrible idea, but it is realistic.  Teens will do what teens have
done for centuries.  I should know, I was reminded by my sister when we
visited last month.  She realized our father was born seven months after
our grandparents were married.  Damned if he wasn't one of those miracle
premature babies born at 8 pounds and fully matured.  No wonder Grammy had
a twinkle in her eye when she talked of our grandfather.  If Amish youth
are susceptible, no youth are safe from temptation.

   I hope you enjoyed this little story.

   August, 2018, Doug Fox