Cubs: the Sleepover


by Dickie <Dickie.6845@worlnet.att.net>

Author's Note: The story you are about to read is a true story based in fiction. It is about a fictional place with fictional people doing fictional things. But it's still a true story.

It was the winter that I turned nine I joined the Cub Scouts. They did everything I wanted to do, they went on campouts, they went swimming, they went hiking and they had really cool blue uniforms. Yes! The manly blue uniforms of the Cub Scouts! That's for me! Some of the boys I knew that belonged to the Cubs looked really neat in their blue uniforms with the yellow scarf and little blue beanie cap and I wanted to look cool.

Our Den Mother wasn't a lady, that is to say that it wasn't a female it was a male and since he so tough on us we all considered him to be a Mother, so I guess he was perfect for the job. I think he used to be an ex-drill sergeant, Lord knows he barked like one, his name was Mr. Zick but we were allowed to call him by his first name. Sir. Mr. Zick was a coach from the junior high school and he ran the Cubs the same way. Our meetings were always on Saturday in the afternoons he would have us all fall in line at attention for inspection. He would pull all the loose threads from our shirts, bitch about our guts hanging out and of course complain about some one in the troop not standing up straight with his chest sticking out. We loved him. Then we were given the privilege to run around the block five times, then we were blessed with a routine of exercises that wouldn't stop until we were all sweating like pigs in heat. We loved him.

Don't get me wrong, we did love him, he was just very strict. If the man said to do something, you did it or you were punished. Punishments were simple, go stand in the corner, or twenty push-ups or jumping jacks, or if you were really lucky you were allowed to smell what he had for breakfast as he yelled in your face. But to be honest he was a nice man, he helped us with our homework, he would sit down and explain knots and first aid and he had a very kind manner to him. So long as you did what you were told and tried to behave he was a nice man.

We were supposed to have had a campout, in his backyard, in November; nobody wanted us to go up to the mountains that time of year it was so cold. Well we had our tents sent up and our fire pit made; we were set. There were only six of us Cubs in our troop, so it was never that big of a deal for us to do anything, we were close. Just as we were laying out our sleeping bags it started to snow. Mr. Zick had us move all of our bags inside and our campout turned into a sleepover. It wasn't too bad; we had popcorn and Mr. Zick told us ghost stories with the lights turned out, we had fun. After that he gave us all some cookies and milk, but my milk tasted funny I only drank half of it and while no one was looking I went to the bathroom and poured out the rest.

Then it was bedtime. Mr. Zick had us all strip down to our underwear and had us fall in for inspection. We all wore white cotton briefs and our Cubs Scout tee shirts tucked into our briefs. Most of the guys were yawning and soon so was I.

Mr. Zick walked around us and one by one he would complain about our stature then he would grab the boy's underwear and give him a wedgie and spank his butt cheeks with one slap. I was at the end of the line and knew what was coming as he approached me. He walked up complained and then instead of grabbing my briefs by the waistband like he did with everybody else, he grabbed them by the leg holes and pulled them straight up my ass. It was the perfect wedgie, a real thong; I was showing all cheeks and crack. When he swatted my rear he left his hand there while he addressed the rest of the troops that were laughing and picking their underwear out of their butt cracks. He ordered that there would be no talking after lights were out, one of his fingers went up inside of my crack for a moment and moved around.

Then we were dismissed to roll out our sleeping bags and to insure that there was no talking after lights were out each of us were put into different rooms. There was one in the living room, the den, the kitchen, study, dining room and I was left in the hallway. Everybody was sleeping on the floor in separate rooms. Mr. Zick walked around to make sure everybody was laid out okay, and then he would turn off the light in that room. I was in the bathroom when he was coming down the hallway to check on me. I stepped out the door to be greeted by him; I laid my sleeping bag at the foot of his bedroom door. I was on my hands and knees opening it up when he knelt down beside me. I was feeling a little woozy I was so tired then he lightly placed a hand on my nine-year old rump and then squeezed a cheek.

Now then you should remember that this was in the late sixties and grownups were always touching the rear ends of kids, it has only been a perversion for the last ten years for anybody to touch a kid's butt. So when Mr. Zick's hand was on my rear and squeezing me, it was taken as a gesture of encouragement because that was what grownups did.

I crawled into my bag and Mr. Zick zipped me inside, before he left he placed his hand onto my head and told me that if I got scared during the night I could come into his room and sleep with him. I saw nothing wrong with this, I figured that he said the same thing to everybody else. He then reached over and turned on a night-light that was plugged into a wall socket just above my bag. He asked if the light bothered me and I told him no, in fact I was grateful that the little night-light was there. The man then left to go into his own bedroom and I rolled over onto my stomach to sleep.

Now then at home I am a very heavy sleeper, you have to push me out of bed to get me up for the day, but when I sleepover at some one else's house I am the lightest sleeper there is. You could fart in the house next door and it would wake me up.

Sometime during the night, as I was laying on my stomach in my sleeping bag, Mr. Zick came out of his room and stood over me for a second. I didn't make a move, after all I was told to go to sleep so I faked it, besides I just felt too weak to move. My eyes were just barely shut, I could see his bare feet next to me, the night-light and the fact my eyes had adjusted to the dimness it made it easy for me to see everything. After a few seconds he walked away, just tilting my head I saw him walking away in his bathrobe, the robe was swaying as if it were opened. I kept my head down and my hands were under my pillow, my eyes were kept open but very little so he couldn't tell if I was awake or not. I watched as he walked into the kitchen, I figured he was getting a late night snack, I heard a zipper being pulled. There was no sound for a little bit then I heard a zipper again and then Mr. Zick left the kitchen and went into the dining room. It was all-quiet, and then I heard another zipper and a ruffling sound. Then I could have sworn I heard Mr. Zick moan and say 'that's nice', then the zipper sound and he moved to the next room. He had gone to each room and I had heard the same thing from each room.

Then he left the study and was walking down the hallway to me, I was still playing possum. My hands were under my pillow gripping each other, but I was relaxed everywhere else there was a tingling feeling running all over my body. Mr. Zick knelt down beside me; he brought a finger to my face and rubbed it against my cheek.

"Are you awake, Dickie?" He whispered.

I didn't move.

He rubbed one of his fingers along my lips and stuck it in my mouth a little. "Did you drink all of your milk, little Dickie?" He whispered again.

It was hard but I tried my best not to move. Now though I think it was out of fear that I didn't move.

He removed his finger and began to unzip my sleeping bag; that was the zipping sound that I heard in all of the other rooms. When my bag was unzipped all the way he pulled my bag completely open to reveal me as well as my entire nine-year old body. I could feel the cold air on my exposed legs; my hands were gripping each other even tighter now. I felt Mr. Zick's hand as it gripped one of my butt cheeks through my underwear and he began to rub his palm back and fourth.

"That's what I like now." He was whispering to himself. "A boy with some hard meat on his ass."

I was now so afraid to say or do anything; I just lay still praying that he would go away.

He hooked his thumbs into my waistband and pulled my underwear down to my knees and my tee shirt up my back. Now I could feel the cold air all over my backside as it sent shivers all across my body. He placed his palm back onto my butt and was feeling my ass all over; his hand felt like it was shaking a lot. I peeked through my eye slits and I could see that he was jacking off while feeling me. I bit my lower lip and stayed still, he had all of his concentration on what he was doing.

"Oh, kid." He whispered to himself. "I'd love to spank that butt of yours and _f_u_c_k_ you."

If I had never known 'The Fear of God' before, I sure as Hell knew it now. This wasn't the man I knew as my Scout leader. Scout Leaders weren't supposed to do things like this. He voice was shaky and he was breathing real hard as he jacked himself over me.

"Yeah!" He whispered louder. "I'd bet you would love a good spanking wouldn't you boy?" His hand patted my bottom, but I kept still. He pushed one of his fingers into my crevasse and poked my butt hole. "I'll bet you would love a man's dick up your cherry ass!"

My butt was far from cherry anymore, but I sure as hell wasn't going to say anything right now about it.

He began to grunt and thrust, the hand that was on my butt gripped my cheeks while the finger that was against my butt hole forced its way into me. I buried my face into my pillow and hugged it tight to my face as his dry finger lunged its way through me. Mr. Zick had to have known that I was awake now, my legs kicked out and I gave a muffled groan from the pain. He jerked his finger out of me and then I felt the warm fluid of his seamen as it shot across my nine-year old bottom, it seemed to splash all over my butt. Then he calmed down a bit; I kept my face buried in the pillow I didn't want to look. I felt a finger scoop up some of the seamen and another hand pry my butt cheeks apart, the finger then pushed the seamen into my butt hole. He did it a few more times in silence. I turned my head from my pillow and Mr. Zick looked down at me, he had some of his seamen on his finger, he brought his finger to my lips. With out a word spoken I opened my mouth and let him put the finger inside of me and I licked it off.

He removed his finger and ran his hand through my hair and with his other hand he smeared the rest of his seamen all over my butt cheeks. Then he patted my bottom and pulled my underwear back up, he re-zipped my sleeping bag and sat down beside me.

"Are you okay, Dickie?" He whispered while he continued to pet my hair.

I nodded my head.

"Are you sure?" He seemed really concerned.

I nodded my head and answered him. "Yes sir." I whispered back.

Then seriously he whispered to me. "I want to thank you little cubby, I really needed that."

"How come?"

"Its just something I need to do every once in a while." The he got a very sorry look on his face. "Are you going to tell on me?"

I shook my head no.

"Are you sure?"

I shook my head again. "I won't tell, Scout's Honor sir." I whispered.

"Thank you!" He had a big smile on his face and it made me smile back. He then got up and went back into his bedroom to sleep.

I didn't sleep a wink that night....

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