Eagle Scout
by Casper D

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An Illinois Eagle Scout who was the subject of a massive search was found alive but shaken days after he was last seen by his troop. The cause of disappearance for scout Kirk G. Weidner, 18, could be chalked up to simple sun sickness and disorientation.

He went missing Friday during a solo exercise testing basic map-reading and navigation skills.

Kirk felt that the exercise would be no problem. After all, he was an Eagle Scout. He spent ten years in the basement of a church, in the forests of Illinois and Missouri, in the back yard of said church, and in the parks of his hometown doing all the things that Scouts did. But what did he have to show for it? A packet. And in this packet is the actual Eagle badge (patch), the Eagle Scout medal, a certificate that says Kirk Graham Weidner was important, and a small booklet of things they want to sell him and his family because he worked so hard to get there.

His scout troop leaders say he was given two canteens and a backpack with water before he left.

"Water was readily available, clear drinking water from the springs especially," Vance Roberts, an Eagle Scout leader with the Boy Scouts of America who helped organize the endurance exercises. Hundreds of volunteers scoured the rugged hills of the 15,000-acre training range; 800 were walking in marked grid areas Tuesday.

Kirk himself had wandered around in circles by this time, unaware that the intense heat had begun to affect his judgment. He eventually stopped wandering to take a nap beneath the nearest shady tree. IKirk awoke when the sun rose enough to shine into his clear green eyes. He soon found fruit to ease his hunger, but the acidic juices left his mouth dry. His search for drinkable water again superseded his desire to fuss about his isolation.

On the second day, he found a cave in the cliff wall that had a natural cistern full of water that trickled in from some unseen spring. Kirk plunged his head into the clear, cool water, and eagerly drank his fill. Of course, in his eagerness, he overdid it, and wound up spitting much of the water back up when his abused stomach protested the unexpected influx of liquid. The headache that accompanied the nausea was severe enough to render the already weakened youth unconscious.

Not long afterward, the hermit spotted him

This hermit was known simply as “Peterson”. Peterson is a wiry man, somewhere between 40 and 50 years of age, with striking blue eyes and wild red hair. The few who had come into contact with Peterson claimed he has the “second sight”; some call it the sixth sense. Those who’d never met him said the redheaded hermit is crazy. Some even called him a religious fanatic. But everyone agreed that the Hermit was an enigma. How had he come to live in the forest? What was his story? Was he a fugitive hiding from the law? No one really knew.

When young Kirk fainted, Peterson made his way over to the Eagle Scout and inspected the boy's body with interest. Blond hair. That was something he hadn’t seen in a long while. He lifted up one of the boy's arms. Despite his deep tan, Peterson could see that the youth's skin tone was very light. The skin of the unconscious Scout’s palms and fingers were not free of calluses, so he knew that the boy had actually done some hard work in his young lifetime.

Peterson unbuttoned the Eagle Scout’s shirt, then opened it. Then he laid his hand flat on Kirk's smooth, sweaty chest, already well aware that the boy’s heartbeat would be hearty and strong.

Suddenly the blond boy awoke.

He looked up at the wild man at first with fright … then with interest. Finally with an unnamed lust. Kirk had played it safe all his life and had always followed a bland and predictably dull path. He had been doing this for so long that he’d almost forgotten that he had “other” feelings. Feelings he’d suppressed for years because they weren’t “proper” in the world that his family and community were entrenched in. Now, out in the middle of Forest Nowhere … with this wild-looking stranger standing over him … he felt those other feelings again. He’d long forgotten how being helpless before someone would get him so hot and tingly his penis could explode without so much as being breathed on!

He encouraged the stranger to explore his body more. Kirk would have even told the wild-looking man this, but he grew suddenly dizzy unexpectedly lost consciousness again.

But the wild-looking hermit knew what the eighteen-year-old had been trying to say.

So his hand slid lower, brushing one of the lad’s flat nipples. Peterson's breath caught as the nub immediately hardened under his touch. He stroked his fingers over it, feeling it stiffen still more, hearing a soft catch in Kirk's breath he knew that the eighteen-year-old, though still unconscious, could feel the pleasure being bestowed upon him. His other hand came up, stroking the Scout’s other nipple. The voices in the hermit’s head told him to take the lad while he was unconscious. Peterson shook his head to clear the voices away.

He turned away from the boy’s chest and moved down to his feet.

Peterson began to untie Kirk’s left hiking boots and slowly tugged them off. The smell hit the hermit right away. It was moist and warm within the boots from sweat. The sweat of a boy who had been wandering around the forest for days without changing his socks. As he sniffed the boot he rubbed the unconscious lad’s sweaty socks. Smelling the unconscious lad’s socked feet. Peterson knew he had to have a taste. The smell actually enhanced his admiration for Kirk’s big size 12 Eagle Scout socked feet and his delicious-looking socked sweaty toes.

The hermit pulled the sock off with his remaining teeth. Then, leaning in to the unconscious Eagle Scout’s foot, he decided to finally taste Kirk’s toes. He licked and sucked the boy’s perfect bare toes and soles like there would be no tomorrow. Raising the boy’s knee up Peterson got Kirk’s feet sole to sole and sucked both of the unconscious boy’s big toes simultaneously and licked hungrily between them. He attacked the Eagle Scout’s feet with an almost animalistic fervor, inhaling their hiking boot-scented fragrance, licking their salty sweat, wedging his tongue between the lad’s toes to sample his toe jam, and sucking on each well-shaped digit. He even rubbed the boy’s soles all over his bearded cheek, sniffing and kissing them all the while.

When the hermit got down to Kirk’s ankles he rolled the unconscious boy over and THOROUGHLY bathed his feet with his tongue, licking and sucking Kirk’s toes into his mouth, singly and in groups… until he moved up and decided he’d rather have the unconscious boy’s testicles in his mouth instead. He was in bliss as he went about sucking and tonguing the eighteen-year-old’s clashing balls as they moved inside of their slick fleshy bag. The hermit then opened the boy’s trousers, pulled down his underwear, then traveled up the passed out blond boy’s penis to plunge it deep down his throat for the mere pleasure of dealing with the erect penis of an unconscious boy.

Meanwhile, the volunteers searching for the missing Kirk had covered thousands of acres, walking shoulder-to-shoulder and looking for any sign of Weidner in the high grass or under juniper trees. An aircraft equipped with heat-seeking infrared equipment, often used to track human and drug smugglers over vast swaths of land, was brought in to make sweeps of the range Tuesday.

They eventually found the lad unconscious but sprawled alone near the fresh water springs. When Kirk later spoke of the mysterious hermit he’d encountered, he would say only that the wild-looking stranger had definitely saved his life.

End.