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Antelope Patrol

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Submitted by: NikiZ Age: 53 now, 12-15 then Gender: Male

I learned about masturbation through Boy Scouts. I can remember sitting around a campfire late one night as other members of my troop were talking about "jerking off". I asked them what that was. I was twelve or thirteen at the time. I had grown pubes and my dick was increasing in size but I was as ignorant as they come. The other scouts explained to me what "jerking off" meant. I had heard about a wet dream, although I yet to have one, but this was something brand new. You do what? What comes out? It feels good, you say?

I soon experimented when I got home. Before dinner one night, I locked the bathroom door. My fellow scouts hadn't exactly explained the mechanics to me but I knew how to get a boner. I tried rubbing my dick many different ways before I figured out to circle it with my thumb and forefinger. The inside of my dick started to burn and I stopped. But I had to see this through. I crudely yanked on my dick for a minute or two more before I had my first orgasm. Boy, oh boy, what a rush! I will never forget how good that first orgasm felt. In many respects, it was the best orgasm of my life. I did eject white cum, a little bit, not much, but some. After I recovered, I washed up and came out for dinner. I remember the meal took forever. I'm sure my parents thought I was an especially moronic teenager that night. All I wanted to do was go back to the bathroom and try this new trick again. My after dinner orgasm wasn't as overpowering as the first but I made more cum. In any case, I was hooked.

Our troop did a weekend overnight campout each month during the school year and I could hardly wait until the next trip to tell the other guys about my new found skill. Looking back on it, maybe it was surprising how open we were, talking about masturbation, although of course nobody ever called it that. It was always jerking or beating off. It was a different era. This was the mid 1960s. Nudity was more common. Maybe two or three times a year, our troop would find a good swimming hole on a hike and everyone would go skinny dipping. Occasionally even one of the assistant scout masters would join us. Nobody thought anything about it. There would always be the new Tenderfoot who would swim in his trunks, but with the ridicule he took, soon those came off. I specifically remember this happening with Stookey, a kid who was later in my patrol. One Saturday hike into our campsite, the whole troop stopped at a deepening of the lazy river we were following for a skinny dipping session. Of course the adult leaders knew what we were doing; they were right there. While I'm sure the idea for our skinny dip came from us boys, the adult leaders were certainly in agreement. Stookey changed into his swimming trunks before he would join us naked boys in the river. Besides being heckled, he should never have opened his pack. We saw he had an alarm clock in his pack, so of course somebody set the alarm to go off an hour later when we were back on the trail. To his credit, Stookey loosened up well on that trip. On the Sunday hike out, we stopped at a different swimming hole on the same river and this time it was a naked Stookey who joined us, his hairless dick standing up and out. My dad had met the troop that morning at our campsite for the hike out and to drive kids home, and I remember him looking at me. I'm sure he was checking me out. I'm not certain he'd seen my pubes and increased dick size yet. Nudity was not unheard of in my house although it was certainly not common

We were a successful, stable Boy Scout troop and that version of my patrol, the Antelope Patrol, was probably a unit for almost two years, an eternity in Boy Scouts. The patrol leader was Dave Fields. He was maybe a year and a half older than me and was in the troop more because his dad was the Scoutmaster than anything. He was a fun guy but could care less about merit badges and scouting tasks. Dave's younger brother, Don, about a year younger than me, was also in the Antelope Patrol. Barry, a good friend of mine and my age, joined when I did. Soon Stookey came part of our crew. He and Don were both roughly twelve when the central skinny dipping event that follows occurred, although Stookey was the youngest and we never let him forget it. A couple of other guys drifted in and out of the patrol, but the basic group of Dave, Don, Barry, Stookey and me was consistent.

Things stayed pretty much like that in the troop, joking about beating off but nothing more. Occasionally we'd make a new scout get naked for us during an initiation into the troop. This was strictly away from the leaders and never progressed further. More common, somebody would get pantsed and have to run around nude or maybe in their underwear for a short while. I remember this happening to me on a desert camping trip as I chased after my clothes, wearing nothing more than socks. I was more upset that they had stolen my glasses than my shorts. I can remember more than one pair of boxers being thrown up a tree or run up a flag line with the nude victim having to fend for themselves. This was not considered offensive and if an adult was around, nobody cared. Except for the parochial kids, we all went to the same junior high school, with mandatory showers after gym class starting in the sixth grade, so nakedness among boys was not unusual. We just did it to embarrass each other, being the teenage hooligans we were.

Things did change dramatically for the Antelope Patrol on one later camping trip. Saturday afternoon, after the hike in and we had set up our camp, we decided to go exploring. The group of explorers was Dave and Don Fields, myself and another boy. I can't remember now who that fourth boy was, although I don't think he was a member of the Antelope Patrol. It doesn't really matter. We hiked a good mile up the canyon from our campsite. A creek ran down the canyon and we found a great swimming hole. It won't come as a surprise that clothes were shed and skinny dipping occurred. There was some youthful grab-ass, where you try to goose the other guy, but it was all in good fun and nothing sexual. That was later. After a short swim, we got out and sat on some nearby flat rocks to dry off. Everyone stayed naked and I'm sure the talk turned dirty. Young teenage boy dirty, but still dirty. I think it was Dave Fields that got the first boner. At least I've convinced myself of that over the years. Soon, though, we all had hardons. And what do twelve to fifteen year old boys with boners do with them? You guessed it. Not a word was spoken. No agreement was needed. We all just sat there on those flat rocks and jerked off. I can remember very well checking the other guys out. I'd never seen another boy jack off. Dave Fields had the most pubic hair of any of us and lay back on the rock, his eyes closed and pulling on his dick, beating it furiously. Brother Don, although younger than me, had as much hair and as big a dick as I did. He roughly faced me, propped up with his left arm and jerking off with this right, again with his eyes more closed than open. I leaned back against a rock, rubbing my stomach with my left hand as my right hand beat my meat. I could easily watch everyone. I wasn't going to miss any of this. Boy #4, whoever he was, sat to the right of me. He was also reasonably developed. I can remember he was left handed and at one point we bumped elbows. Shocked, we stopped and moved away from each other, but soon the jerking began again. I can't remember the order that we all came although it was quickly. The whole event certainly didn't last long. After the last guy came, we sat around for just a second until Dave Fields stood up, joyfully yelling at the top of his lungs, and dove back into the water. We all soon joined him for a brief swim and clean up. This time when we got out, we used our shirts to dry off, dressed immediately and hiked back to camp. Still nothing was said although occasional "do you really believe we just did that" smiles and knowing glances were exchanged.

Around the campsite that night the Antelope Patrol finally started to talk about what we had done. None of us had ever done anything like that before although I already knew Dave had shown his younger brother Don how to jerk off. I later discovered they beat off occasionally together. But in a group like that, outside, with a bunch of friends, that was brand new for everyone. Stookey soon found out about our adventure and was mad he hadn't been there. This was maybe a year and a half after he joined the troop and he'd started to develop and was beating off regularly. Being the youngest of our group, he made sure we knew this as soon as it happened, which was well before this trip. Sunday morning, after church, we had a few hours to kill before we had to break camp and hike out. Quickly we decided to walk back up to our swimming hole. This time the group was Stookey, the Fields brothers and me. I can't tell you what happened to boy #4. He wasn't my concern. The hardon that I had from the moment we decided to return to our swimming hole was. Once we got there, we kept up a charade of why we were there. We went skinny dipping and sat down again on the flat rocks. Soon, though, we were all beating our meat, not waiting to get an accidental boner (mine had disappeared in the cold mountain water but quickly returned). I was on a different rock than before, laying flat, and soon I rolled over onto my left side so I could observe the others while pulling my pud. Dave Fields was sitting where I'd been the day before. Today he was beating his dick slower and looking around. We locked eyes, glanced down at our dicks and smiled. Don was next to him, once again lost in his own jerk off experience. Stookey was in front of me, lying down with his head propped up by his clothes. He'd pull on his dick, stop for a few seconds, check everyone out, I bet to make sure he wasn't being set up for another one of our practical jokes, and then go back to intensely jerking his dick. Maybe it took the same amount of time as the previous day for everyone to come or maybe it didn't. It certainly seemed to take longer. This time I came last. I felt everyone's eyes on me. It was exhilarating. I came hard, harder than the day before. It's funny how much more relaxed I was about the situation this time. The day before, it had been unreal. I couldn't quite believe it was happening. This time I enjoyed it. We didn't bother with the second swim and instead got dressed and went back to camp. Again, few words were exchanged, beyond that was fun.

That was not the last time the Antelope Patrol jerked off together. I knew we had to include Barry in our fun and games. I can't tell you why he hadn't been with us that first camping trip but he hadn't. Barry joined us during a campout in my back yard. I'm sure it wasn't an official scouting event, but we had an Antelope Patrol campout one weekend night in my huge backyard. With our tents well away from my and any neighbor's houses, we could stay up as late and make as much noise as we wanted to. Our troop had these large Baker tents which were easily 7 feet on a side and could sleep three comfortably. We had borrowed two of them from the troop and set them up earlier that evening. I can't remember it being a deliberate conspiracy to limit the group to the core five of Dave, Don, Stookey, Barry and me, but it certainly ended up being that. I do remember us all sitting in one of the tents in my backyard that night, telling Barry about our group jerk off (we didn't know the term "circle jerk"—we were so stupid) sessions at the swimming hole. Barry's mouth hung wide open. Barry was a unique case. While we knew he jerked off, Barry was a Roman Catholic and felt masturbation was a sin. But when he got horny, he did it anyway and with great gusto. He both loved to jerk off and then feel guilty about it. And boy, could he get horny. He was thirteen after all. On one of our later weekend, official Boy Scout camping trips, he got everyone together for one of our patrol jerk off sessions, taking the lead to initiate a new member into our club. He basically duplicated the initiation we put him through that night. After telling him what we did at the swimming hole and that we wanted to do it again, we told Barry that to join us, he'd have to jerk off first while we watched. (The four of us had come up with this diabolical initiation in about fifteen seconds while we were setting up the tents and Barry was temporarily away.) Initially, he refused. I couldn't tell if that was shyness, Catholic guilt or if, like Stookey, he thought we were trying to trick him. In any case, after much convincing, his boner won out once more and said he'd do it as long as we all did it together. We compromised in that we all agreed to strip together but that he had to jack first after showing off his dick to the rest of us. He reluctantly agreed. We all stripped and with a flashlight hanging down from the tent's ceiling, Barry lay naked on his back in the center of the tent. We knelled or sat around him. We all poked and prodded him, feeling his nipples, stomach and crotch. I remember pulling up his soft dick, noticing how much more hairy his balls were than mine. I also remember he was tickled mercilessly at one point. Soon enough, he was as hard as a rock. We didn't have to ask him twice to start pulling on his pud. By this time Barry was into it. Maybe it was all of the equally hard dicks all around him that pushed him over the edge. Nobody waited for Barry to finish before we started jerking off. Hell, I think we didn't even wait fifteen seconds before we all joined in. Soon I was watching four other boys pound their meat while I pounded mine. This time, nobody kept their eyes closed. It seemed like one giant fist was pulling on all of our dicks. And when we came, we came messy. Sperm was everywhere and on everybody. With equal amounts of laughs and yucks coming from each of us, I donated my t-shirt for everyone clean up with. We all stayed naked for the next few hours. With the recovery time only young boys have, we each came at least twice more that night. Almost predictably, first we had a boner measuring contest. We didn't have a ruler—we had forgotten to Be Prepared—so we used a stick marked with a pen to compare. Dave was the longest. I was the shortest to my great embarrassment. The other guys kept reminding me of my shortcoming for the rest of the night. Next we had a contest to see who could cum the quickest. We each jerked off while the other guys watched, timing how long it took. We drew names out of a bowl to decide the order. Stookey was first. I was somewhere in the middle. I enjoyed this game, watching the other guys beat off while not doing it myself. I hadn't experienced that before. Barry won that contest, cumming in less than a minute. In another game we played, everyone took turns beating on their dick for half a minute and then stopping. We'd count to thirty in unison while each of us, in succession, jerked off, going around the circle, jerking and then stopping at thirty, the next guy picking up the beat, until we all came. For these games we came on my t-shirt and our fists instead of each other. Curiously, when we finally got tired and split up to the two tents to go to bed, we all got dressed for sleep, at least putting back on our underwear. Barry and I ended up sharing the party tent and we each jerked off one more time, this time quietly and in the dark, before we went to sleep. The following day I ended up throwing the t-shirt away in a neighbor's trash can. We also had to wash out the tent the next morning. It reeked of sex, the first time I had smelled that. My bedroom and bathroom never reeked of sex.

We kept this up for a few months. Once there were maybe eight of us in a beautiful meadow on one of our weekend campouts. Another time it was just Barry and me in the desert. Occasionally someone from the rest of the troop would join us, as in the initiation Barry organized, but we kept our jerk off club pretty tight, basically down to the Antelope Patrol. One time we had a patrol meeting at Stookey's house. His parents were away and it was just Dave Fields, Stookey and me. That time was as close as we got to mutual masturbation. We played a game of strip poker which quickly resulted in us all getting naked. The three of us then sat around in a circle, playing with each others dicks until we all got hard. Once we got boners, we each went back to our own dick to finish off. We again played strip poker on one of our weekend campouts but in this game, once you got naked, you had to beat off while everyone else watched. I was the first to lose my clothes and had trouble getting a boner. Eventually I did but it seemed like it took forever for me to cum. I felt embarrassed, the exact opposite of how I felt the time I was the center of attention at the swimming hole. At least I got the pleasure of watching the other guys jerk off after me. That session ended with a big group jerk, everyone now naked and ready to cum one more time.

The Antelope Patrol's jerk off club ended with a meeting at the Fields' house. We got caught, or at least almost did. It was close enough for us to get scared. The Fields had a swimming pool and this afternoon patrol meeting was a pool party. It was the core five members of the patrol: Dave and Don Fields, Barry, Stookey and me, plus Curt, a new member of our patrol. He was a little older than me and had transferred from another patrol. He had joined our jerk off club before he joined the Antelope Patrol, so for Curt's initiation into the patrol, we made him stand up inside of one of the Baker tents and jerk off while we all watched. We also made him catch his sperm in his hand and then lick it clean. (We always called it sperm or spunk, never cum. While I have used the word here, we never used the word "cum". At least I didn't know what that word meant until much later. An orgasm was a "blast" in our Boy Scout world.)

By the time of the pool party at the Fields' house, Curt was a full member of both the club and the patrol. Also home that day was the third Fields brother, younger brother Robby, who was probably about nine or ten at the time. We started out swimming in the pool normally, wearing trunks and being proper, while Mrs. Fields was around. Soon she left to go run errands, counting on eldest bro Dave to keep us in line. Little did she know. After she left, the fun started. I can remember Dave and Don showing us how they could dive into the pool and lose their trunks. I remember us ganging up on Curt, stripping him of his suit. At some point, I was stripped of mine, too. Soon, all seven of us, including young Robby Fields, were naked in the pool. One of the pair of swimming trunks had been thrown on the roof of the house although the Fields brothers said they'd have no trouble getting them down. After some more grab-ass and a game of horse diving, where you had to match the dive of another guy off the diving board, we went into the Fields brothers' bedroom. All three brothers shared a huge bedroom. It was probably a converted garage. Dave and Don tried to keep Robby Fields out, saying he was too young to join us, but he threatened to tell mom, saying he knew what we were doing. We hadn't started doing anything yet, but this was the day I found out that the Fields brothers were pretty open with each other about masturbation so Robby could guess what we were going to do. Plus there is no better threat to a kid than I'm going to tell mom. Dave let Robby in the bedroom on strict orders he did exactly what he, Dave, told him to do. That seemed weird to me even at the time. Here was this prepubescent naked boy, hanging around while we prepared to jerk off. In the safety of his own bedroom, Dave quickly took control and told us what all of Antelope Patrol was going to do, not just Robby. He had Robby lay down on the floor, face up, naked, with a Frisbee upside down on his chest. Dave had us all kneel around Robby and, one at a time, get boners, showing his little brother what big dicks looked like. Explaining what we were going to do after we all got hardons, Dave then wanted us to all jerk off together, with our cum landing in the Frisbee. Dave planned for the guy who came last to lick the Frisbee clean. This was new to us. Occasionally we ate our own spunk, as in Curt's initiation, but never each others. There were groans and objections but Dave was the patrol leader. He also had a particularly strong "don't fuck with me" attitude going on at that moment. I got the distinct impression Dave had thought this out before hand, with the addition of Robby an accident. The jerk off circle around the Frisbee was planned; Robby was not. Still, Dave carried his plan forward. After we'd each played with ourselves long enough to get a boner, Robby's eyes opening wide at the sights, we started stroking our dicks in unison. I was kneeling between Robby's legs, beating off over this young boy's now hard, hairless pint sized dick. It was weird, I tell you. I was grateful I wasn't jerking my dick over the bug eyes in Robby's head. Dave, directly across from me, got that honor. Don and Curt were to my right, on one side of Robby, Barry and Stookey on the other. I will remember that scene for the rest of my life, six naked boys kneeling over another one, jerking off madly. Equally strange was the fact that we were all so close to each other, slamming our dicks. Even in the Baker tents we weren't this close together and this was in a brightly lit room, in the middle of the day, not a dark tent at night. At least we were all right handed. We just stared at each others flying fists and dicks. At one point Robby started to play with his own dick. Dave told him to stop. As we each started to blast, we leaned forward, depositing our spunk on the Frisbee. Some of it also got on Robby but he didn't seem to care. Maybe he was overwhelmed by the situation. Thank God I didn't cum last. Don Fields earned that booby prize. He was adamant that he wouldn't eat the contents of the Frisbee. His brother was pissed and threw the Frisbee at him, getting spunk all over Don, the floor and the wall behind him. Don ran out to the pool. We all followed him. After a short swim, Dave calmed down and we went back inside for Cokes as we were thirsty. It was bizarre wandering around somebody else's kitchen and house while nude but soon we ended up back in the Fields brothers' bedroom.

We sat around naked and for the first and only time, the Antelope Patrol had a long conversation about masturbation. That's when I found out that the Dave and Don occasionally jerked off together. They mentioned doing it together in the shower. I don't know if they did it elsewhere or even mutually. There was never a hint of that in our patrol jerk off sessions. I found out that Curt also learned how to masturbate from his older brother, but only courtesy of an explanation, not a demonstration. I told my bathroom story. I can't remember how Stookey learned to jerk off but I'm sure he shared. We also shared techniques. Curt liked to hump a pillow rather than use his fist. I later tried this in the privacy of my own bedroom but never could make it work. Barry liked to soap up his dick before jerking off. None of us had heard of lube. We also shared misinformation. Dave was convinced the acid in sperm would eat through sheets. We also thought a blow job somehow involved injecting air into a person's dick. I tell you, we were stupid. All this time, Robby moved from guy to guy, checking out our pubes, dicks and nut sacks. We sat back on the beds or the floor and let him. Somebody cleaned up the mess of the Frisbee. It was all very casual. Because of the conversation, soon once again most of us had boners—I know I did—and as opposed to the game Dave organized earlier that afternoon, we all just leaned back and jerked off. There was a lot of grunting and groaning going on but very little checking each other out. At that point we each just seemed to need a good blast.

After we all came, this time over ourselves instead of the Frisbee, we went back outside to the pool once more to clean up. It was at this point we got caught. Mrs. Fields came home to find seven naked boys in her swimming pool. Angry, she ordered us to get dressed. The trunks were fetched off of the roof of the house. Thank God she at least went inside while this all happened. Somehow we all knew this had gone too far. It was academic, anyway. Mr. Fields, for unrelated reasons of his own, soon resigned as Scoutmaster. Dave, then Don, left the troop. I became patrol leader of the Antelope Patrol. While I got together once more with Barry for a jerk off session, and maybe a couple of more times with Stookey, one time with the two of us even sharing a sleeping bag for the night, that was it. The club broke up.

Excluding the part with Robby, which was just too strange, I look back on this as healthy childhood experimentation. We got to know we were all OK. We saw that both masturbation and our physical development were normal. Although we never did any mutual masturbation, occasionally we'd touch each others dicks or balls, checking each other out, like in Barry's initiation or the time at Stookey's. While we saw nude guys daily in the showers after gym class, you never, ever looked down. You always maintained eye contact in the showers and around the lockers. To do otherwise would be queer (this was before gay). Our jerk off sessions gave us the chance to inspect other guys' equipment and masturbation techniques. Despite the occasional misinformation, I learned much about masturbation from our club. Before I turned sixteen this experimentation phase was all over but I wouldn't trade my experiences with the Antelope Patrol for anything.

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