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It was the Fall of 1963, I was almost 13 years old and in the 7th Grade...

We had gone to different schools before, but now that we were in junior high school, Todd and I were at the same school, a development that we had both been looking forward to once becoming fuck buddies.� We weren't in any of the same classes, but we had lunch together every day.� My old best friend, Kenny, didn't get along with Todd very well.� That put a strain on my friendship with Kenny, especially when he dropped out of the scout troop.� Kenny and I stayed friends, just not best buddies anymore.

After school started in early September, our scout troop began going on campouts once again. Todd, ever being a smart ass, always seemed to be in hot water with our Scoutmaster, Mr. Jones, about something or the other.� Nothing so serious as to warrant his expulsion, but enough to try the Scoutmaster's patience.�

It is a tradition in Scouting to go camping no matter the weather.� Rain, snow, ice, tornadoes, no problem... we went.� I suppose a campout would have been canceled if there was a hurricane bearing down on us, but that never was an issue.� Another tradition is the patrol structure.� A six-man patrol worked together in all things, whether that be setting up camp, cooking our meals, or competing against the other patrols in various outdoor skill games designed to foster teamwork and develop leadership skills.�

Being the patrol leader, it was my responsibility to get my guys working together.� When one of us screwed up, we all paid the price.� This in effect made us self policing.� Todd didn't give a shit if he was in trouble, but he was loathe to have his friends punished for something he did.� As patrol leader and Todd's best buddy, whenever I told him to knock it off, he did.� Thus harmony was maintained within the troop and Mr. Jones, the Scoutmaster, was kept happy.

I'm not saying we were saints, far from it.� The emblem of our patrol was the fox.� Everywhere we went, the patrols carried a guidon with their patrol's emblem.� A patrol that was in the dog house had its guidon seized and replaced with a guidon emblazoned with a goat.� Being the Goat Patrol was not an honor, but one which was almost synonymous with the Fox Patrol, thanks more often than not to Todd.

Despite being in hot water with Mr. Jones on a regular basis, or perhaps because of it, our campouts were a blast. Tent partners were selected by drawing lots.� I suppose this was to foster friendships between all members of a patrol, and/or perhaps minimize hanky-panky at night. If it was the latter, it didn't work as planned because Todd was dedicated to hanky-panky.� It wasn't before too long that it was common knowledge within Fox Patrol that Todd shamelessly sucked dicks. Of course he wasn't the only one, but for him it was almost a status symbol, provided that no one outside our patrol knew about it, an open secret that wasn't closely held.�

By January, the rumors had gotten back to the Scoutmaster who just needed proof to get rid of Todd.� One by one, he took us aside and questioned us about Todd.� To a boy, we circled the wagons and denied any knowledge of homosexual activities by anyone in the Fox Patrol.� Thwarted, he had no option other than to let the matter simmer without taking any actions

Then in the spring we went on a campout during rainy weather.� It rained non-stop the entire time.� The only time we ventured out was to cook under a tarp.� The rest of the time we stayed in our tents. One of the guys had a big umbrella tent that he always brought.� It was big enough that our entire patrol could huddle in it.� Someone produced a deck of cards.� Someone else suggested strip poker.� Confident that we wouldn't be interrupted due to the lousy weather, we played.� The losses were fairly well distributed with five of us down to our skivvies before anyone went full commando.� Naturally that was Todd.� With Todd naked, someone suggested that Todd blow the next loser.� I lost next.� Down went my underwear.� while the guys all gleefully watched, Todd knelt before me.� That's when the tent flap flew open!�

"What in the hell?!" exclaimed Mr. Jones.�

Nothing had actually happened, other than the nudity, but that didn't matter.� Todd and I were in deep shit.� We all scrambled to get dressed while the yelling continued.� Once dressed, Todd and I were summarily expelled from the troop and sent home with one of the dads who had come along to help Mr. Jones.

It was a silent ride home.� The man said absolutely nothing to Todd nor I, other than asking for directions to our homes once we got back in town. He dropped Todd off first and then me, dumping each of us at the curb in the pouring rain.

I didn't know how I was going to face my dad and briefly considered just running away. I stood there for several minutes in the rain getting soaked before I headed inside.� Leaving my wet gear and now muddy shoes at the door, I used my key and went inside.� It was very quiet inside and I wasn't sure if Dad was home, but there was a car parked in the driveway.� I made my way towards my room and finally heard a voice, only it wasn't my dad's voice.� His bedroom door was wide open and couldn't help but see them lying on top of the covers naked, them being my dad and another man.

Dad saw me and shouted, "Randy!� What are you doing here?"

"I, I got sent home," I replied.

"Sent home?� Why?"

I didn't answer, but retreated to my room to assess the situation further, and the situation was beyond belief.� Here I was, expelled from Scouts for doing something I hadn't actually done yet, and here was my dad, apparently doing the same thing. Of course I was willing to let Todd blow me, as we sucked and fucked each other often.� But, my dad doing the same thing?� I had never considered that my dad was as sexual creature, he was my dad. Oh, I knew he went out on dates, but I was never introduced to anyone, nor did he ever say who he was dating. He just never talked about it and when I asked he made it clear that it was none of my business.

After a few minutes, Dad came into my room.� By then I had changed into some dry clothes and he was dressed as well.

"Randy, you weren't supposed to see that," he said.

"It's okay, Dad," I replied.

"I hope you don't think badly of me."

"I don't, Dad.� Honest."

For several moments he looked at me in silence, trying to judge my true thoughts and feelings. When he finally spoke he asked, "Why are you home?"

"I got sent home."

"Why?"

"Well, Todd and me, we... we really weren't doing anything.� It just looked that way!"

"Looked like what?"

"Like Todd was... was blowing me... But, he wasn't!� We had been playing strip poker and we were just naked."

"You and Todd? The other guys too?"

"They weren't naked yet, at least not completely."

Stretching the truth somewhat I blurted out, "Todd bent down to pick up something and Mr. Jones saw us and we've been expelled from the troop. We were just messing around," I added, not aware of my poor choice of words.

"You two were naked and it looked like he was going to blow you?� If Mr. Jones hadn't caught you, would he... Never mind.� I shouldn't ask."�

Turning he left my room.� He wasn't angry with me?� If he was, he certainly didn't act like it.� I realized that he needed time to think before he said anything more... then he'd come back and kill me.� I don't mean that literary, of course, but I did expect some serious repercussions.�

A few minutes passed and I decided that I needed something to drink, as I'd hadn't so much as a sip of water since the card game began.� When I walked into the kitchen, Dad was there, sitting at the table with a cup of coffee.�� Apparently his guest had gone home.�

He looked up at me and said, "Randy, I don't want you worrying about this.� Okay?"

"Uh, sure, Dad.� Thanks."

"Thanks for what?"

"For not being angry with me."

"You and Todd swim nude all the time at the Y," he said.� "It's not like you two haven't seen each other naked.� A lot of the other guys in the troop go to the Y and swim too, don't they?� What's the big deal?

I'd understand Mr. Jones getting upset if you two were... you know, playing with each other.

"I'm sure Jones will call me and discuss this," Dad continued. "He's not an unreasonable man.� Hell, he swims at the Y too." Dad was right about that.� Mr. Jones and his boys swam at the Y too.�

"Still, you boys should've known better than to be playing a game like that.� The Y's one thing, out in the woods in a tent is another."

"Dad, can I ask you something?"

"Ask me anything," he replied.

"What were you and that guy doing?"

"What do you think we were doing?� We were talking.� You didn't see anything otherwise, did you?"

"Uh, well, no..."

"Thinking that you know something and actually knowing it are two different things," he said.�

"Let me give you some good advice, Randy.� When you're naked with some other guy, you must do three things... Number one, don't get caught.� Number two, don't get caught, and number three, don't get caught. Understand?� You got caught and Mr. Jones is imagining the worse."

"You got caught too, Dad," I said with a giggle.

He smiled.� "Yes, I did, didn't I?"�

Then he added, "What you and some guy or some girl do in private, should remain private.� Mr. Jones didn't actually see anything, so as far as he knows, nothing happened.� You didn't see anything either, so as far as you know, nothing actually happened."��

It was at that moment that I realized that Dad knew what went on when Todd spent the night with me.� He knew or rather suspected, and never said anything. He hadn't seen anything, so nothing happened as far as he knew.�

We then had a discussion about nudity. A discussion centered around Todd who was somewhat overweight.� Dad explained that he thought that Todd was an exhibitionist from the way he behaved at the Y.� Todd, being Todd, was always pushing the boundaries, especially when he was out of the water and in plain sight. He didn't do anything obscene, but he strutted about with an exaggerated hip motion which drew attention to his rather big ass.� Or he'd bounce about and make his tits and dick jiggle.�

We were still talking about Todd and his exhibitionist tendencies when the door bell rang.� I answered the door and there was Todd looking like a drowned cat.

From behind me I heard my dad exclaim, "What in the hell are you doing, Todd?� Come inside!"�

Todd stepped in dripping all over the foyer floor.� "What are you doing here?" Dad asked, followed by, "How did you get here?"

Todd answered the second question first.� "I rode my bike.� My mom's not home.� She's out of town at my Aunt Lil's.� I lost my key and couldn't get inside the house.� I didn't know what else to do, other than come over here.�

"Is it alright if I stay here until my mom gets home?"

What choice did Dad have?� Send him back out in the rain?

"Sure, Todd," my dad replied.

"You need to get out of those wet clothes."

Todd didn't need to be told twice and stripped naked in the foyer.� When he was completely bare, Dad turned to me and told me to go get one of his t-shirts.� Meanwhile he directed Todd to the hall bathroom to dry off with a towel.

Dad's plain white t-shirt fit him just fine, coming halfway down his thighs.� Once he was decent, Dad fixed lunch for us.� Todd didn't seem the least concerned that Dad might be upset with us, not that Dad acted upset because he didn't. Still, Todd really didn't know.� Over lunch, Dad quizzed Todd about what happened at the campout.� His story was more or less the same as mine, we played strip poker and we lost.� Then Mr. Jones comes in and goes ballistic.

"Why were you kneeling in front of Randy?"

Todd grinned and sheepishly replied, "What do you think?"

"You know what I think," my dad replied amused at Todd's audacity.� Me, I wanted to croak.

Changing the subject, Todd pulled at the tight crew collar of the t-shirt and said, "Thanks for lending me your shirt, Mr. Jim."� Todd was my only friend who addressed my dad so familiarly. "But, do I have to sleep in it tonight? It's kind of tight."

"Keep it on until your clothes have dried," Dad replied.

A few minutes later as I was taking care of the dishes, Todd stood and hiking the helm of the t-shirt exposed his ass to me.� Dad saw him, but choose not to say anything.� That wouldn't be the last time Todd exposed himself that evening.

Later on, Dad turned the TV on and tuned into the local UHF station that only broadcast movies.� There was an old Bob Hope movie on and as that was the best we could do, we all watched it.� Todd squirmed around on the sofa and soon his pecker was in plain view.� I saw my dad, sitting in his lounge chair looking.� He just grinned and shook his head at the display. During a commercial break, Todd got down on his belly on the carpeted floor, the t-shirt hiked up enough to show half his ass.� Again my dad said nothing to him about it.� By the time the next commercial break came, almost all of his ass was in view.

Dad got up and disappeared for a long while. I didn't know nor did I suspect it at the time, but thinking back, I realize that Dad was probably whacking off in his bedroom. By the time he got back, Todd was back on the sofa sprawled out and offering my dad a view up the t-shirt.

Dad fixed us a frozen pizza for supper and then brought out the Scrabble board. For the next several hours we played with Todd revealing himself to be quite the wordsmith. Around ten, Dad announced that he was going to bed and that we could stay up for a while if we played quietly.�

"Yeah, let's go to bed!" Todd agreed as he groped himself.� Dad looked at him and then to me, shook his head and made himself scarce.�

Once my bedroom door was shut, Todd stripped off the t-shirt and did a lurid little jig. He was shaking his naked ass when Dad pushed my bedroom door open and stepped inside.� Over the years the house had settled some.� You could push my bedroom door shut, but it wouldn't latch, much less lock.� Todd stopped dancing and froze in place.� Me, I braced myself against my father's ire.�

"Randy!� What did I tell you about nudity when you had guests over?"�

I still had my underwear on like he had told me.� "Uhhh, to keep our pants on?"

"I don't have any pants," quipped Todd.

I cringed and Dad shook his head in frustration.� "No, I don't suppose you do, Todd," he replied somewhat icily.� Then he surprised me by adding, "Even if you had them, I don't suppose you'd have them on for long once the lights are out.

"Hell, if you're not going to wear it, then give me back my t-shirt."� Neither of us were expecting anything like that.

"Come on," Dad said holding his hand out impatiently, "give me my shirt back.� I don't want you boys using it to clean yourselves up with."

Todd bent down, picked the t-shirt up off the floor and handed it my dad.� With that, Dad says, "For the record, I haven't seen any of this," then he turned, left my room and closed the door behind him leaving Todd and me to do whatever we wanted.

"Wow! Your dad really is cool," Todd proclaimed.�

Me?� I really didn't know what to think.� Apparently Dad was okay with us being naked, sleeping together naked, and presumably messing around naked.� Todd was right, my dad was cool, but I already knew that, I just didn't know how cool he really could be.

"I owe you a blowjob from this morning," Todd then added with a huge grin.�

He was right and I was expecting to collect on it.� Down and off went my underwear.� Down on his knees Todd went and into his mouth my dick went.� I kind of expected the door to open again and wondered if Dad would still be so cool about things, but it didn't and before too long it was me on my knees returning the favor.�

We didn't see nor hear from Dad until the next morning when he walked in wearing nothing but the stubble on his face.�

"Wake up, guys!� Rise and shine!� Breakfast in five minutes."

Groggy from a sleepless night I asked, "Are we going to church?"

"Of course we're going to church," Dad answered.� "Now get your butts out of bed and into the kitchen."

"Todd doesn't have anything to wear," I reminded Dad.

�I'm well aware of that that, Randy," he replied. "His clothes should be dry and he can put them on after we eat." Clothes dryers were something of a luxury at that time, a luxury my dad was loathe to pay for when it cost nothing to hang clothes on a line outside for free.� Of course it had been raining, so he just hung them in the bathroom to dry.

Now Dad and I slept nude and I walked to the hall bathroom nude and he walked to kitchen nude in the morning for his coffee.� But just wandering about nude, we didn't do, much less eating breakfast in the buff, but that's what we all did that Sunday morning.� As Dad explained, "We wouldn't want Todd to feel out of place being the only one with no clothes."�

As much as Todd thought it was great to eat breakfast naked, he wasn't so keen on going to church. Dad was always punctual in attending church services on Sunday.� He wasn't a Holy Joe, but he thought it was important.� If Todd had spent the night with me, normally we'd drop him off at home before we went on to church, but seeing that we couldn't do that, Dad took him with us wearing his still damp Scout uniform. He survived, even if he was fidgety.

After church services, Dad took us to eat lunch at the local Hometown Cafeteria, where Dad always took me on a Sunday.� Todd thought that was great, as he rarely got to eat out, that and the fact that he could have whatever he wanted.� After lunch, Dad took us home to get some fresh towels before taking us to the YMCA to swim.� Naturally Todd and I thought that was a splendid idea.�

The Scout Troop normally arrived back from a campout around that time, and today was no exception. Before we headed out for the Y, the phone rang.� It was Mr. Jones.� He and my dad talked for a long while.� Todd and I sat nearby trying to ease drop, but getting only half the conversation, we didn't learn much other than Dad telling Mr. Jones he couldn't kick us out of the Troop without the approval of the Troop Committee. I was impressed with the way my dad kept his cool, never raising his voice, but being emphatic about calling a Troop Committee meeting to determine our fate.�

Once he hung up, I asked Dad what Mr. Jones had said.� "He said he was expelling you two for immoral and� indecent behavior. I told him that the Troop Committee was the one to make that decision and he finally agreed to call a meeting for this evening.

"Now, don't you two worry about this.� I'm not going to allow you two to be railroaded out of the Scouts, just for being boys. You might be knot heads, but being nude is not being immoral or indecent, especially when you boys see each other nude all the time at the school gym, in the camp showers and at YMCA.� It's no big deal unless you want to make it a big deal, and I'm not going to allow Mr. Jones to overreact and make a big deal out of nothing."

We swam for about an hour or so,� and then Dad took Todd home.� His mom was home by then and Dad told her about the campout incident and the upcoming Troop Committee meeting to discuss it.� Todd's mom was upset at first, but Dad calmed her down and said we weren't really doing anything wrong and for her not to worry.�

That evening, my dad prevailed at the emergency Troop Committee meeting.� As Mr. Jones admitted that he hadn't seen us really doing anything other than playing cards and losing our clothes, he was on board with the decisions made.� For one, Dad proposed that the Troop raise funds and buy standardized two man tents for everyone in the troop, arguing that it would not only promote unity, but it would also prevent large, out of sight gatherings.� Second, that no card games, of any kind, were to be allowed on future campouts.� Lastly, that there would be a discussion with the boys on when nudity was appropriate, when it was inappropriate, and what was expected of the boys.

Those decisions didn't exempt Todd and me from being subjected at the end of the troop meeting the following night to the belt-line, where every member of the troop had one chance to land a stinging blow to the butt for misbehavior as we ran the gauntlet. The belt-line was a harmless, but effective method of maintaining discipline.� Too bad the belt-line has gone the way of dodge-ball, school recess and other childhood rites due to overblown fears of injuries prompted by shameless money grubbers at the expense of society as a whole.

After the troop meeting was over, Dad gave Todd a ride home, during which he told Todd that he shouldn't give Mr. Jones such a hard time.� After all, Mr. Jones was volunteering his time to work with the troop and he deserved a great deal of respect.� Dad made Todd promise him that he'd change, a promise that Todd kept out of respect for my dad.� Henceforth, Todd was a model Scout, or at least he wasn't a total pain in the ass.� He even did a nice portrait of Mr. Jones, dressed in his Scout uniform and smoky-bear hat, presenting it to him at the Court of Honor in early June.

There were other changes that came out of the aftermath of that campout.� That Sunday evening, Dad took me aside and explained, "I don't care if you and Todd suck each other's dicks or stick your dicks up each other's ass.� That's your business.� As long as you are both agreeable to sex games, then it's okay by me.�

"However, society doesn't see it that way.� Society will punish you severely if it becomes known that you do those sort of things.� So, from now on, if you want to play sex games, do it here in this house where your privacy is assured. No more sex acts of any nature on scout campouts, at camp, in the boys restroom at school or anywhere else but here, at home. Here, you can enjoy yourselves without fear of discovery."�

For Todd, the corollary of that was from then on, he could be completely nude whenever he was at my house and if he choose to do so.� He always preferred being naked and putting on a show.� For me, it would be a while before I understood why my dad was so accommodating when it came to boy sex.

Another change was that dad wasn't so secretive with me about his own sex life.� He didn't openly have his friends over for sex while I was at home, but he made no secret of why he wanted me to go spend the night with Todd or some other buddy.

But the biggest change didn't happen until several weeks after the campout crisis.� Since that momentous weekend, Todd's mom started going to see about her ailing elderly mother just about every weekend. You'd think that the relaxed dress code at my house would have satisfied Todd, but he was always pushing and now he pushed it harder.� By then, Dad was as casual about his own nudity as Todd was.�

We were just hanging around, the three of us comfortably nude, as it was quite warm in late May.� Todd, sprawled out at one end of the sofa began to openly whack off.� I looked over to see what Dad was going to do.� He just sat there, watching, his own dick pointing to the sky.� He never looked my way, just keeping his attention on Todd pleasuring himself until he squirt.� Dad then starts stroking his own erection.� Unbelievable!� I was, of course, a regular practitioner of masturbation, but up until then, I'd never seen my dad do it.� Until that very moment, for all I knew, he never did it. After that, it was fairly common to see one of us whipping it.� Todd thought Dad was the most awesome dad in the world, an opinion I also shared.

In late June the troop went to Scout Camp.� Like the year before, it was a blast.� Todd and I followed my dad's admonishment to keep our pants on and put the boy sex aside for a week. That Saturday, at the end of camp, Dad hauled a load of Scouts home.� It being a weekend, Todd's mom was out of town looking after her mother.� Back home, Todd and I got naked and closed the door to my bedroom.� Dad didn't disturb us, letting us do what we wanted to do behind closed doors, namely thoroughly draining our balls with each other. Preferring full blown sex to beating off, there was no beating off out in the open that day, except by my dad, who we found doing it on his bed.�

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