The first had been a dream about Andy, who he'd had serious hots for forever. No surprise he'd be Jason's first wet dream. But moppy-haired, redheaded Richard as his second dream wouldn't have happened if it hadn't been for earlier that day.
Harold, their scoutmaster had set the two of them to work packing the back of the old school bus that Harold owned and used for scouting. The back seats had been removed to make room to store gear, and the scouts loaded it through the rear door first; a steady stream of boys handing in tents, suitcases, and duffels in the order Harold thought they should be loaded. Inside the door, Richard and Jason stacked the gear starting in the back corners.
It was a young troop, only one year old. At fourteen, Denver, the senior patrol leader was the oldest of them all by two years. Jason, Andy, and Jon Alexander were twelve. Richard was one of nine eleven-year-olds, and there were nine ten-year-olds. All of them -- all but Andy -- were going to Camp Swift Arrow in the White Mountains of Arizona.
Denver, his chestnut hair stringy with sweat, came up to the back door carrying a large duffle. He was shirtless; his pecs and biceps flexing as he tossed the bag up. Both Jason and Richard paused a moment to watch him walk back toward the Scout shed. They glanced at each other, and Jason smiled, somewhat embarrassed to have been staring at Denver's bare back. "Denver's a seriously cool dude," Jason said, defensively.
"And he knows it!" Richard said, laughing. He pulled off his shirt, revealing a short waist, tight hips, and a long torso. Against his white skin, his tiny nipples were a deep red, like his moppy hair. Jason looked him over and wondered what Richard would look like at fourteen- way, seriously cooler than Denver, he bet.
Jason pulled off his shirt, and noticed Richard watching him from the corner of his eye. He glanced down at his body. Jason had dark skin for a blond guy; darker than Richard's or Andy's; almost like a natural tan. His nipples, though as small as Richard's were pink, not red. He wore his pale blond hair shoulder length because he felt his neck was too long. He'd always felt skinny, and had admired other boy's bodies for as long as he could remember. But in the last year, he'd begun to develop actual bicep and shoulder muscles. He tried to flex them for Richard to see as he lifted duffels, crawled over tents, and stacked bags. And he surreptitiously watched Richard's slender body as they worked together.
"Ok, guys," Harold said with his hand on the back door. "We'll load the rest through the front." He closed the door, and soon boys were streaming in from the front of the bus; now carrying primarily sleeping bags, pads, and blankets. The level of the stacked gear climbed above the tops of the seats. Jason and Richard scrambled around on top, stacking rolled sleeping bags in layers.
The bedding spilled over into the rear seats before the last were stowed away, and the two boys collapsed atop the gear, with dramatic groans.
"Hey, this is comfortable," Jason announced, rolling onto his back and throwing his arms and legs out. "I'm going to ride back here."
"Me, too," Richard said from where he lay between Jason and the back seats. Jason gave him a shove with his foot. "Nah- all mine!"
With a howl, Richard slid off the front of the pile, but quickly rebounded, climbing back up. Jason was ready, though and tried to push him back off. Richard darted to the side, trying to get past him. Jason wheeled, grabbing him around the waist. They rolled, and then as Richard rolled to his back, Jason grabbed for his wrists, his bare chest sliding onto Richards.
Laughing hard as he struggled to scoot away on his back, Richard's legs parted, and Jason's legs dropped between them. Jason bore down with his hips as he struggled to pin Richard's wrists, and then realized that Richard's grin and laughing grey eyes were less than two inches from his own- and that their crotches were pressed together- and he, Jason, was starting to get an erection.
But before he could even think about getting away, Richard wrapped his legs around Jason's hips and tried to leverage Jason's weight off him with his hips. Resisting, Jason bore down harder with his own hips, unwilling to surrender the advantage.
That's when Richard's jaw dropped. "Dude," he whispered, a grin spreading across his face, "you've got a woody."
There was no sense denying it. "So what?" Jason asked. "Woodies are cool."
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