I remember that it was my dad's idea that I join the Boy Scouts. I was an introverted kid. All I wanted to do that June was stay home and play video games and watch television. But he was worried that I was becoming too much of loner. I never had friends over and never went anywhere. My daily routine had fallen into the pattern of waking up, eating breakfast, playing video games until noon, eating a massive lunch, watching cable tv until supper time and then more video games after supper until I'd finally go to bed around 1 or 2 in the morning.
Dad found a local Scout troop and signed me up without even asking me. The first I knew about it was when he drove me to this former masonic lodge building and introduced me to the troop leader, a tall muscular former Marine named Kelso.
That first week I was fitted with a uniform and made to memorize and then recite Scout Oath and Law. It took me several attempts because I just didn't give a damn enough to memorize it. But eventually I mumbled through "On my honor I will do my best to do duty to..." I think I was just as surprised as Kelso when I finished.
I never really fit in with the rest of the troop. The other eight boys were all friends and lived in the same neighborhood and attended the same school. They tended to pack together and it was clear from day one, they didn't let outsiders in. Even if they wore the same Troop badge. That was fine with me. I didn't want to be their friend.
We didn't do much that June. We participated in a couple of local parades and we helped clean a veterans cemetery. I tended to sit away from the rest of the troop and didn't socialize. Kelso never questioned this. His girlfriend's son was a member of the Group of Eight and if they didn't want an outsider, that was fine with him. He didn't seem to want me in the troop either. I figured that made all of us even.
Marcos and Daniel joined about a month after I did. They were Mexican brothers whose parents were hard working illegal immigrants. Their father Caesar seemed proud to have two of his sons in the Boy Scouts. Just like me, they were immediately shunned by the rest of the troop. The three of us formed a little group of our own.
Daniel was dark skinned and as skinny as a rail. He had a tendency to lie and not just lie but tell whoppers. He also had to better you on everything. If you found a four leaf clover, he found a half dozen of them once. If you saw a minor auto accident, he witnessed a plane crash. That and his near constant whining made him unlikable. The only reason I even tolerated him was because of Marcos.
Marcos was a year younger than Daniel, lighter skinned with soft brown eyes and a more athletic build. He played soccer and baseball. His English wasn't quite as good as Daniel's, but we could understand each other. We both liked a lot of the same movies and video games and we lived in the same neighborhood (which was a lot poorer than where the rest of our troop mates came from).
Marcos and Daniel began visiting me at home away from the Scout meetings. My dad was glad I'd finally made some friends. I didn't like that Daniel visited so much, but if it was the price of seeing Marcos I didn't mind. We spent hours playing my home video game system or watching movies on cable television. This was before the Internet and DVDs. Back then it was really a big event when certain movies played on cable.
I guess I realized I liked Marcos around the end of July. He and I had just finished watching wrestling on tv and we'd started play wrestling on the floor of my room and we'd both gotten hardons. Even when we realized it, we just lay there in each others arms giggling and not attempting to unclench. When Daniel noticed the front of my jeans sticking out he made a face "Ew, Marcos he's a fag. Get away from him!"
Marcos scowled and said something in Spanish. Daniel jerked as if physically struck and whined "Ohhhh! I'm gonna tell mama!" and out the door he ran for home. I let Marcos sit up.
"Whats going on?"
He shook his head. "Nothing. He's just stupid. Don't worry, nobody ever believes him at home. He lies all the time."
I smiled. "Your hard too."
"What?" Marcos looked down at his pants. Not only was he hard too, but there was a tiny wet spot near his zipper.
"Oh yeah lol."
"I like you," I told him.
"I like you too," he said.
I pulled him back down to the floor. "Want to wrestle some more?"
"No," he said. "He's gone now. We can do whatever we want."
"Like what?," I asked.
"You can touch it if you want to," he said and turned his hips so that his crotch was pointing at me.
"Really?"
"I don't mind," he shrugged. "I can touch yours too?"
I nodded. "Sure."
He unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. A glistening drop of pre-ejaculate dangled from the head. I reached down and grasped it. He tensed.
"Aye, your hand is cold," he laughed.
"Sorry," I smiled. I slowly stroked his cock. It was smaller than mine. I was suddenly overcome by an urge to suck it. I leaned down and licked the pre-ejaculate. "taste good."
"Let's do it," Marcos suggested.
I blinked. "Do IT?"
He nodded and laughed. "I did it once before. My sister's boyfriend, his brother fuck me in my ass last summer. I like it."
"Ok," I said. I locked my bedroom door and we took our clothes off. I was glad I was home alone. Otherwise my dad might get suspicious.
Marcos took his clothes off and crawled onto my bed. I did the same. In bed he kissed me and I kissed him back, pushing him down and climbing on top of him. I licked and sucked on his nipples and then played with and sucked on his dick. He came, but not in my mouth. I had just started kissing his balls when he groaned and shot a hot wad of cum into the air. It splatted down on his thigh. I tasted some of it. The rest he wiped away with a shirt. Next he instructed me to find something to lube up with. All I could find was the Vaseline in the bathroom. I smeared it on my dick and anal fucked him. It wasn't easy. He was very tight and it hurt both of us at first. But before too long I was humping away, enjoying the sensation of fucking him. I came inside of him and we lay there, my hands on his breasts and my cock still in his ass. I'd lost my virginity. It felt great.
We became boyfriends after that. Of course we had to keep it secret (and nobody ever believed Daniel). And we had sex many more times before Marcos and his family moved away. That was twenty-five years ago and to this day I still remember him. You never forget your first love. I am now married to a woman and we have two beautiful daughters. I love them all. But there are days I'd give almost anything to be young again and making love to Marcos for the first time.