Man for Man

Corporate Kids


Man, I really hated growing up as a son of a corperate executive. We were constantly on the move. Here 3 years, there 2 years, it seemed as if we never had a real home. I really hated it until the move that occurred during the summer between my junior and senior year of high school. That summer changed my mind about the whole issure. Of course it was also the last time that I had to move with my parents.


My father had been transfered to another plant of a nationwide organization. We had only been at the old plant for two years and it was already time to move on. The moving van came and the crew packed our things and loaded up the truck. I said my good-byes to what little friends I managed to make over that 2 year period and we were off to the new house.

It took us 3 days to get there. We entered the city limits and after a short time, we found our new house. On our way to our new place I did notice that there was a roller blading park not too far from our new home, so maybe this place wasn't going to be too bad after all.

After the moving crew moved the boxes into the house, I rummaged through several boxes until I came across my roller blades. I took off my nikes and replaced them with my blades. I donned my protective gear, kissed my mother on the cheek, and off I went. My mother was kind of in a daze because she had no idea what was going on.

"I'll be back in a few hours Mom. I seen a roller blading park as we came through town and I'm going to check it out," and out the door I skated.

I skated to the park and parked my ass on a bench. I wanted to check out the competition (not to mention the asses and cocks that were there).

"You just going to sit there?" came a voice from behind me.

"Huh?" I said I turned around to see who was talking to me.

I popped an instant boner when I seen the gorgeous hunk that was standing behind me. He was about 5'10", bleached blonde hair, and a tan that was out of sight.

"You're new here, aren't you," the blonde boy quieried (Boy wan't not the word. He was (every bit as old as I was at the time, which was 18).

"Yeah, just pulled into town, today."

"Hi, my name is Steve," he stuck out his hand.

"Hi, I'm Mark," I grabbed his hand and shook it.

"Well, Mark, let's get some use out of those skates."

With that, I got up and we raced down the sidewalk. I chased Steve all over that park. This guy could skate. After about an hour of playing cat and mouse with Steve, we took a breather. After we bought some flavored water from one of the park vendors, we sat under the shade of one of the huge oak trees that graced the park.

During our conversation, I found out that Steve was also a corporate kid, just like I was. I also found out that Steve's dad is an executive at the same plant that my dad works for.

"Damn," I thought to myself as I sipped on my water, "this might not be such a bad move after all."

Then the conversation took an unexpected turn. Steve asked me if I had ever been in Boy Scouts. From skating to Boy Scouts? Geez, this wasn't making any sense to me.

"Yeah a few years back, but I never got too far," I replied, "I was just about ready to get my "First Class" and we had to move, so I gave up.

"I know what you mean," said Steve, "but when we moved here, I found this cool scout troop, you might enjoy it."

"Yeah, I might," I replied. Actually, I was thinking that I would love it with all those swinging dicks hanging around.

"We're going for a overnighter tomorrow. You want to come?"

"I'll have to ask my parents."

"Fuck your parents, Mark. You're fucking 18 years old man."

"I know, Steve, but I still respect my parents."

"Do want you want to man."

"I'm sure it will be alright, I just want to ask, okay?"

"Sure, no prob. Let's get out of here."

He stood up and gave me a hand. He pulled me up off of the ground. I turned around and caught Steve looking at my ass.

"What you looking at, man?" I chuckled.

"Nothing, man, let's blade out of here. With that, we took off, but I couldn't help but think that he was looking me square in the ass. And you know what, it was turning me on.

We went to my house, grab a couple of cold ones (bottle water), and found my mom to ask her about the overnighter.

"So soon?" Mom pondered, "You're only here one day and you want to go roam the area with someone you don't even know?"

"Mom, Steve's 18 just like me. What's he going to do, rape me?" Steve almost spit his mouthful of water out all over himself.

"Ma'am, this is a Boy Scout outing. Not much goes on out there except for earning merit badges."


"Well, I guess it will be alright." I gave Mom another kiss on the cheek and thank her for allowing me to go on the outing.

The next morning came awlfully early at 6:00 a.m. I didin't even get up that early for school. I grabbed my sleeping bag and a backpack full of things and headed out the door. Just as I opened the door, Steve was reaching for the knocker.

"Hey, man, just headed your way."

"Cool, I guess I saved you a trip."

"Yeah, man, I guess you did."

"Come on, let's get out of here before your mom changes her mind."

"Hell, yeah." We took off out the door. We walked over to the scout master's house and met the other guys. Steve introduced me and we were off.

We walked for what seemed like hours. We left the city limits and made our way to the country side. We headed into a wooded area and into a canyon. We then entered into this Shangrala type place that looked like no one had ever touched it. It was beautiful. It had a gently flowing river and a large lagoon type swimming hole. It was gorgeous.

We set up camp and everyone decided that they wanted to take a dip in the river. "Fuck, I wasn't told that there'd be any swimming or I would have brought a pair of speedos or something," I said.

"Relax man," Steve was trying to relax my fears, "no one uses swimwear out here. It's either your underwear or nothing."

"Or nothing?"

"Or nothing. You've never been skinny dipping before?"

"Fuck no, man."

"Well it, time you learned." With that, Steve, stripped his clothes off and threw them by our 2 man pup tent. He quickly discarded his fruit of the looms and threw them in the pile as well. Damn, was he built nice. He had a nice cock, too.

Not wanting to seem like a whimp, I shed my clothes and threw them in my own pile. I think pulled off my briefs and ran into the water. Damn, the water was cold on my naked body. As we splashed around the scout master and his assistant, who were also in the buff, raised the troops flag up the flag post.

After about a half hour of wrestling in the water, Steve wanted to get out and rest in the tent. I was tired from all the day's activities so I joined him.

There we laid, butt naked. We closed our eyes. I must have dozed off. I was awakened by Steve's moaning. I slowly opened my eyes and gently turned my head. There he was stroking his hard cock. I almost came right then and there. He wasn't stroking it fast or anything, but rather he was enjoying a nice slow jerking off.

This immediately had an effect on my groin as I felt my cock swelling. I let out a moan and Steve stopped stroking and turned his head in my direction.

"Like what you see, Mark? I hope so."

"Fuck yeah, I mean.....," damn, I let the cat out of the bag, now he's going to tell the other guys and I'm going to be label a fagot. My mind raced with this thought.

"Good, I'm glad you do."


"I was hoping that you liked cock." He propped himself up on one elbow, leaned over and gently kissed me on the mouth.

"I can't believe this is happening."

"Believe what's happened?"

"Believe that you are actually kissing me and..." Steve reached down and grabbed my hardened cock. He stroking it slowly. All I could do is groan. He continued to torture me with his mouth (did I say torture, it wasn't torture, but rather pure bliss).

From my mouth he moved down to my neck. From my neck, down to my pecs. Then he work his way down to my naval then on to my aching hard piece of flesh. He engulfed it. All I could do was lay back and grasp my sleeping bag with my fist.

I was almost to the point of no return when all of a sudden the tent door opened. It was the assistant scout master.

"Ah, I think Mr. P would like to be informed of this little ordeal."

Oh, shit, busted. What the fuck was I going to do now. "Come, on Mark, we'd better get going. Mr. P wants to see us." Embarassed, I crawled out of the tent and stood up, hardon and all. We walked over to Mr. P's tent. We entered. Mr. P was sitting behind a makeshift desk.

"What's going on, gentlemen," Mr. P inquired. Steve started to explain, but Mr. P. didn't want to hear it from Steve.


"No, Steve, I want to hear it from Mark."

"Well, I.....I...." I was afraid to say it.

"Spit it out, boy, you well, what?"

"Well, sir, it's like this, I'm gay..."

"Stop right there, that's all I need to hear."

Oh, shit, I did it this time. Now, everyone in town is going to know that I am gay and my dad is going to get fired and we are going to have to move.

"Tell John and Mike to put up the other flag," ordered Mr. P.

"The other flag?" I questioned.

"Come on out and we'll show you," Steve said.

We went out of Mr. P's tent and watched as John and Mike lowered the flag that was already up the pole and then raised another flag. The flags were exactly alike with on exception. The star in the middle was blue instead of yellow.

"What's the difference in the color of the star?" I asked.

About that time all of the other guys raised one arm up in a cheer.

"What the fuck is going on, here? I asked again.

Steve than explained to me that this wasn't an ordinary scout troop. The town had a couple of those. He went on to explain that this troop was a very special group and that one only got into this troop by invitation only and then they were precautious about allowing guys to actually join it.

I asked why this troop was so out of the ordinary. Steve then had me turn around to observe what was going on behind my back. When I turned around there the other guys were paired off and were either sucking or fucking each other.

I just about came just from watching what was going on.

"We are a gay scout troop. No one realizes that we are gay. We are sanctioned by the American Boy Scouts Association and everything. We just don't let on that we are gay.

"And what about the flag?" I asked as I pointed to the flag that was just raised.

"Well," continued Steve, "the yellow star means that we have a newbie in our midst so we need to act accordingly. You, know, no fucking or sucking. But then once the newbie has shown that he, too, is gay, then we put up the flag with the blue star to signify that the newbie has come forth as being gay. It's a sign that we can be ourselves around the new person.

The night quickly fell and the camp fire was the only thing that lit the darkened sky. We had been naked all day long. This was great almost like having our very own nudist colony.

"Now, it's come time for your initiation." whispered Steve.

"Initiation???" Steve blindfolded me and lead me to a clearing close to the fire, but not too close as to burn our bare skin. He placed me on all fours. I felt someone kneel behind me. I felt my ass cheeks being spread and then..... I let out a scream. My ass was being ripped aparted my someone's cock. Then someone filled my screaming mouth with a cock. Both began to pump in and out of their recepticals.

As I was being sodomized and orally filled, someone removed the blindfold that surrounded my head. I looked up and saw Steve attached to the cock that was shoved in my mouth. He was pumping away. I quickly turned my head, releasing Steve's manhood from the clutches of my mouth. Mr. P had his cock buried deep within my boycunt.

Steve pulled my face back to his cock and shoved it into my mouth. I looked in his eyes. I could tell that he wasn't there to hurt me. Just as soon as someone came inside me, another took his place. Soon every single scout filled one hole or another before it was time to stop.

I swallowed the cum that was deposited in my mouth. It was mighty good. But the cum that was in my ass slowly oozed out of my ass. I had been initiated and accepted into the group.

It was late. After all the sucking and fucking that had taken place, I was tired. Steve and I went to our tent. We laid down on top of our sleeping bags. I rolled over with my back to Steve. Tears streaming down my face. My ass was so sore. First, from losing my cherry and then from being fucked by 14 other guys. My mouth was just as sore having served the same 14 other cocks.

Steve put his arm around me and held me. "That will never happen again, Mark, never. It's all part of getting into the group."

"I know," I replied. Quietly, Steve changed positions. He was down at my ass with his mouth. He was kissing and licking the soreness from my ass. He raised my leg and proceeded to suck the cum out of my ass. He ate every bit of that creamy cum out of my ass. Damn, it felt good. He then grabbed my meat and began to beat it. He jerked on my rod as he finished eating his midnight snack of cum. Then just as I got ready to cum, I tensed my body. This was the sign for Steve to realize my ass from the clutches of his jaws. He then concentrated on my cock. Soon I filled Steve's mouth full of fresh white cum. Steve came up topside and we held each other as we drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, we woke up with the typical morning erections. I reached down and grabbed Steve's morning woody and yanked on it. He woke up smiling (of course so would I, lol). Our bodies were soon entangled. Our lips were connected. Our hands were on each other's cocks. Then all of a sudden the tent door flew opened?

"Barry, when the fuck are you going to learn to knock?" asked Steve. Will you fucking leave us alone, man? Can you see that we are fucking busy." Steve went back to the kissing and the grabbing of cocks. We jerked each other to climax, because we knew that we didn't have time for anything else.

The day's activities when pretty much like ordinary scout stuff with the exception that we did it naked. That was kind of hard to do, pardon the pun.

We pulled up stakes and packed up camp. We started to head back to town. Steve and I went to his house. I called my mom and asked if I could spend the night at Steve's. She put up a fuss, but I convinced her that I had had a tiring weekend. She relunctantly said yes, so I spent the night with Steve, continuing where we had left off, sucking and fucking the night away.

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In fictional stories it is fine to have sex without condoms, but in reality you should always use a rubber, regardless if you use Prep or not. Prep only protects for HIV, thats why other diaseases spread among Prep users that practice bareback sex.