Date: Mon, 24 Aug 2020 21:02:37 -0700 From: Pomo Wolf Subject: My First camp-O-Ree (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/M) Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/M Author's Note: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between a consenting underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Copyright 2018 Wolf, all rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. My First Camp-O-Ree By Wolf When I was a 9-yer-old my older brother joined the Boy Scout of America. He joined a local troop. I thought it was cool. I admired the uniform and the prospect of doing all of the outdoor things they were doing. I read his boy scout handbook and memorized the Scout oath, law, and slogan. I was impatient to be able to join the Scouts. My parents were worried about my brother and me being competitive, so when I was old enough to join the Boy Scouts, I joined another troop with a friend. We joined the troop sponsored by Methodist Church. Besides my brother was about to earn his Eagle Rank. It was exciting the first evening when I had to recite the oath and my mother rolled up the neckerchief and wrapped it around my neck. My dad slipped the official neckerchief slid onto the scarf. I felt a lot of pride having recited the oath correctly. I learned that the troop meetings were a mix of planning on up-coming outings, preparing for patrol compaction for the spring Camp-O-Ree, and learning knots and lashings. I wore my uniform with pride. My parents had me pay for some of the things I needed out of my allowance. But they had to buy things like a mummy sleeping bad, canteen, mess kit, flashlight, sewing kit, and scout knife. I was proud at my first court of honor when I received three merit badges and received my Scout Rank badge. When my patrol held our meetings the patrol leader worked hard to teach the younger scouts what we needed to compete and earn merit badges. Every month we had a campout at different locations. We were paired up to share two-man tents. There were cooking disasters but it was fun. It was tragic the first time I failed to earn my cooking merit badge. I remember that first camp out being driven to a State Park in a station wagon. It's weird what sticks with you, like the guys in the station wagon eating all of our trail mixes before we got to the park. The following day was full of things to do. I got sunburned like the rest of the troop. We cooked and practiced things we would be rested on at the District Camp- O-Ree As the sun was going down we made our own meal and we had a campfire where we put on skits and sang songs. Looking back, I'm sure the other campers did appreciate all of the noses we made even though we were as far away as we could be from the other campers. We eventually were told to hit the sack. I was unaware that no adult other than the parent of a scout was allowed to sleep with a scout. I had not bought a tent at that time. I suspect that it had been planned that way. The adults that came on the camp-out shared dome tents with new scouts. I was the newest scout, so the Scoutmaster shared his tent with me. There was a lot of chatter coming from the tents. There were comments like, keep your hand off my ass. The comments were followed by laughter. We all thought it was completely made up and hilarious. The skits often eluded to sex acts between adults and scouts. I went into the tent with the Scoutmaster not suspecting what was about to happen. It was a warm night so we simply planned to sleep on top of our sleeping bags in our underwear. I was wearing Hanes tidy whites and the Scoutmaster was wearing white boxer shorts. While we were moving around, I noticed that I caught glimpses of his hair and glimpses of his cock. My bag was right next to his and he asked me if I wanted to play a game called "Tarantula." I couldn't refuse the Scoutmaster if he wanted to play a game. I'm sure I agreed. The game consisted of him placing his fingertips on my hip and walking like a spider across my body that ended at the crotch of my shorts. I don't remember the words spoken, but I do remember him pulling the front of my underwear down and playing with my penis. I remember that it felt marvelous. I lay there in the darkened tent feeling my penis getting hard. I held my breath when he leaned over and taking my penis into his mouth and started sucking on it. I thought what he was doing was gross at the time. I'm sure that I was naive about what he was doing. It must have struck me as wrong for him to be doing that to me, but he was a respected adult and m Scoutmaster. When he took hold of my wrist and placed my hand on his cock, I assumed that I was expected to perform oral sex on him. I masturbated him for a short time hoping that would be enough. After a short amount of time, he placed his hand on the back of my neck and pulled my head down to his cock. I smelled the pungent odor of his warm flesh. I licked the big mushroomed head and tasted the salty flesh. He pressed harder forcing my lips against the head of his cock. I was forced to open my mouth and take his cock into my mouth. I had never sucked a cock before. The Scoutmaster gave me instructions in a soft voice. I followed his instructions until he pulled my head away from his crotch. I thought it was over for a moment, but he made me lay on my belly on top of my sleeping bag. He lay on top of me and whispered in my ear: "I have a surprise for you!" Then he crouched over me and spread my butt and licked my asshole and spit on it. He spit into the palm of his hand and smeared the spit all over his cock. I knew what he was planning on doing and was frightened. He lay on top of my body and whispered in my ear: "Conner I am going to breed you and it going to hurt! If you clench your asshole it is going to hurt even more." I felt his cock press against my asshole and it did hurt like hellfire. I bit my sleeping bag to keep quiet. He fucked my ass for what felt like a lifetime. When he finished using me, he rolled over onto his side and pulled me with him. His cock was still in my ass. My ass was still throbbing as I drifted off to sleep. Early in the morning, the air grew cool enough that the Scoutmaster covered both of us with his bag. His cock had slipped out of my ass before that. Sunday morning everyone was slow getting up. After a quick meal there were Scots own and scouts were called upon to discuss what we had seen in the forest, animals we had seen and heard, the weather report. Before we packed up to return home. There was a clean up to leave the site cleaner than it had been when we arrived. I was deep in thought about what had taken place. My ass was still throbbing. When I was dropped off in front of my house my brother helped me carry my stuff into the house, but my mother insisted that we take everything to the back of the house because she didn't want the house being stunk up with the smell of smoke from the campfire and the oil smell from the bush we hiked through. My clothes stunk from sweat as well. That night my brother wanted to know if I had been initiated, and who did it. I was reluctant to discuss what happened but he told me about his own initiation. When I told him that it had been the Scoutmaster, he wanted me to tell him everything. He assured me that it would be a lot of fun when I got used to it. After that campout I would get phone calls from some of the Assistant Scoutmasters telling me to come to their house for special instruction. I would tell my mother that they wanted to teach me scouting skills like knots. Of course, they would take me down to the basement and we would get undressed and we would suck each other's cocks and they would fuck my ass. I would never tell my parents what took place because the Scoutmaster was a family friend of my parents. Whenever there was a recruiting evening to attract new scouts the Scoutmaster would have me set up a booth with our camping gear and uniforms to demonstrate what scouting was about. Whenever I visited the Scoutmaster house, he would show me pornography and super 8 movies of men and boys fucking. The projector was right out in the open whenever I visited. He may have set it out for my benefit. We would watch the movies and look at the pictures while playing with each other's cock before he would take me to the bedroom and breed me, like the men did to the boys in the movies. Almost every outing was accompanied by plenty of sex. I Eagled out at 16. I guess I was getting too old for them. Years later while talking to my friend he told me that he wondered why I was spending so much time with the Scoutmaster. He was surprised to learn about what the Scoutmaster and I had been doing. I had always been afraid of what everyone would think if they knew what I was doing with the scoutmaster. It was many years later that I came out to my parents and introduced them to my husband. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to pomowolf74@gmail.com