Chapter 2
The scout meeting for the second week in October took place in Ann's house. The mothers delivered their children to her ranch home, a wide, sprawling place with a half acre of land around it. It was white stucco on the outside, with a green-tiled roof.
The scoutmaster, Mr. Refizzo, had arrived before any of the kids, wearing his scoutmaster's uniform. The man wasn't too tall, about five-feet-eight inches in height, with stringy brown hair that was longer than Ann's. He had round cheeks, a curved nose, and a large, handlebar mustache underneath, as if trying to emphasize his masculinity.
The truth was, Mike Refizzo consistently had doubts concerning his masculinity in spite of the fact that he had one of those monstrous cocks that seemingly looked like it ought to be attached to a rhino. The reason for his lack of self-confidence was due to his inability to make good at his job. The man was a warehouseman, and in the gigantic warehouse where he worked five days a week, thousands of different items were stored. He had once been chewed out by a superior because he had been unable to remember where one particular item was. The fact that his boss knew even less than he never entered his mind. It didn't occur to him that the boss was coming down on him to cover his own personal inadequacies. As a result, Mike Ref izzo believed everything his boss said about him, and in order to prove otherwise to himself, he would go on fucking sprees.
Being a bachelor, it proved no problem to Mike. That is, it proved no problem until he encountered three whores in a row who were unable to raise his erection. Once again, it was something psychological, but Mike Refizzo believed it to be a physical inadequacy. He thought he was simply incapable of raising an erection, and following his disaster with the initial three ladies of the night, he tried making it with various other pavement princesses, and failed every time. Frustrated, Mike Refizzo was determined to find a way to make his cock hard and keep it hard.
Once, he had read a book about nymphomaniacs. According to the book, nymphomaniacs were women constantly trying to find a man capable of satisfying them. The reason for their continual promiscuity was simply their inability to attain any kind of satisfaction.
Well, in his own way he was a male version of a nymphomaniac. No, not a satyr. He was unable to find the right woman to keep him erect until he was capable of satisfying his urges. He was certain all he had to do was find the right woman, and everything would be fine.
Mike looked at the various mothers of the scouts and decided more than one was really good-looking. But just looking at their lovely faces and nubile bodies wasn't enough to raise an erection for him, because he was so bound up in self-pity, he was unable to concentrate on the women.
That Saturday afternoon, he didn't have time to think about his troubles as he sat around in the Corso basement, talking about scouting with the two dozen boys in his troop. They were planning a weekend hike the following week, and each boy had to bring permission in writing from his parents. If the weather didn't get too cold, they would have this one last weekend in the Maine woods. Mike knew the perfect camping area. He had discovered it not toot long ago, when some of his male friends had taken him to a topless-bottomless nightclub hidden away in the wilds of Maine, of all places. People came from hundreds of miles away, from Canada as well as the U.S. to enjoy the different kinds of entertainment there. Nearby, was a camp ground.