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Just wanted to vent and get my story out

Date: 6/24/2016, Categories: True Story, Non-Erotic, Author: OneDepressedGuy, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

boys and a handful of fathers so it wasn’t so big that you got lost in the numbers. You knew everyone in the troop, it wasn’t a mega troop of hundreds of boys. Well, I liked being a boy scout. It was fun, it provided social interaction. I was pressed by my parents to excel in getting the merit badges and going up in ranks to get Eagle rank, but I could care less. I didn’t view boy scouts as a way to learn a set of skills told to you in a handbook and instructed by the troop leaders. I saw it as a great way to spend my Tuesday nights with other guys around my age. And looking back, the few years I got to spend as a boy scout were some of the best I have yet to have in my life. But then Peru came. My Dad got a job down in South America, he commuted there via plane and I hardly saw him. Granted, it didn’t bother me much as I had hardly seen my Dad before. In Nevada he was at the mine site from early in the morning before anyone was up to getting back around 5ish. The same schedule when we were in Texas, he would rise early before anyone was up, and get back home around 5 or 6 in the evening. Not much influence from my Dad as I grew up. Discipline and respect, those things were demanded and I bent to them, I learned very early on that you either did what was asked or you got spanked. And while I got spanked a lot, I never tried to get one. Anyway, South America. The reason why I left Boy Scouts. I was about 14 when we went to South America, needless to say there wasn’t really ... a Boy Scouts of America where we were, so I stopped at the measley rank of Star Scout about two or three badges away from being a Heart Scout, which is one rank away from Eagle. All by age 14, I said that I wasn’t really into getting merit badges and going up ranks, but I was sure pushed along quickly by my parents. So South America. Peru to be more exact, Lima Peru to be really exact. Not great memories to be completely honest. The city was dirty, loud, rude, mean, I stood out whenever I left the house and knew enough Spanish to know when I was called something I don’t really care to repeat here. I turned 15 while in Peru and that birthday was meh to be honest. I made one friend there, but not really a friend. He was the son of a man that my Dad worked with and I hung out with him and his other friend a couple of times. Actually, I think the only times when I did somewhat normal teenager shit was when I was in Peru. Going to a mall, hanging out, I even got to go to a concert in Peru, and that was where I lost more innocence. My “friend” or rather ride to the concert had us all going around having fun. There were rides and shit to do. And he met up with some more friends of his. Some of these were girls. I was 15, they were 15, hormones raged between everyone, and somehow I got the short end of the stick. My ride took to one girl, his friend took to another girl and I got the last girl around my arm. And after a little bit of following the other couple of couples around we ...