Date: Sat, 2 Aug 2003 09:04:58 EDT
From: WConne5523@aol.com
Subject: Confessions of a Scout Master - Chapter 4

This story is a complete fiction. It does not contain actual events or
actions. Any similarity in names or places is purely coincidental. The
story is not intended to portray any one individual in particular. The
events were created based on various stories told about some
individuals. But in no way is it meant to relate actual details.

The story relates to situations of a sexual nature between adults and youth
who are participants in the Boy Scout program in the USA. If those type of
activities turn you off, I suggest that you not read this story. This is
not intended for those under the age of 18.

Confessions of a Scoutmaster - Chapter 4 - My Boy Scout Years (Part 2)

Mr. Gregg entered the tent and sat down on Tommy's bunk across from me. I
turned onto my left side, so I was facing him, and raised my head on my
pillow and left arm. We talked for a while about camp so far this week, and
laughed about some of the "dumb" things that had happened since Sunday
(including my ankle injury).

It was very relaxing, and I found Mr. Gregg easy to talk to.

He told me that he was happy that I had decided to come to summer camp. He
asked how my parents reacted when I said that I wanted to go, and I told hm
that my mom wasn't too happy that I'd be away for a week. My dad was just
glad that I was off the streets, and in a safe environment.

Mr. Gregg then said that he was thrilled to see all that I had accomplished
in my first year in Scouts, and that he hoped that I would stay in the
Troop and work my way up to Eagle Scout. He said that he would be there to
help, and he was sure that many of my new friends would help also.

The conversation then moved on to "Gregg's Gang". He told me that he was
glad that I had come on the June weekend, and wanted me to become a regular
member of the"Gang". He said that the other guys from the June weekend
thought that I was cool, and that I really had put in a good days work. I
told him that I had fun that weekend, and that I would definitely be
available if I was invited again. He asked if I had any questions about the
"Gang" or the weekend, which I didn't. (I actually did, but I was sure that
he may not want to let me know about the mysterious night time visits to
his bedroom by the other guys.)

He told me that many of the "Gang" members asked him to answer questions
that

they might be embarassed to ask their parents - you know, about changes in
your body, some of those strange feelings guys my age get, and other advice
(Boy, do I love Boy Scouts). He told me that I could ask him anything, and
that he would make sure that he got me an answer.

Then he asked, "Is there anything that you'd like to discuss with me
tonight?"

"No, not tonight," I responded.

We continued to talk some more, and then all of a sudden, Mr. Gregg reached
across and brushed the front of my briefs with the back of his hand. It was
a light swat. I was a bit shocked at this. He looked at me and said that he
saw a wasp flying around me there. It would be a little embarassing (for
me) to explain to the Camp Nurse and to my parents how I got a wasp sting
on my crotch. We both chuckled at the thought of that.

He moved a little closer to me, and reached out again for the front of my
briefs. Only this time, he reached with the front of his hand. He grabbed
hold of the front of my briefs, and with it, my soft 3 incher and my
testicles. He was moving his hand up and down the front of my briefs, and
my dick was beginning to respond to his gentle touch. I offered no
resistance.

Mr. Gregg told me to relax, and lay flat on my back, and I did. He now
moved over to the edge of my bunk and was sitting real close to my prone
body. He continued to rub my dick and balls through the expanding white
cotton. My dick was as hard as it had ever been. His hand movement was
exciting every inch of my body, and I could feel a deepening pressure in my
cock and balls, it wouldn't take me long - after all I hadn't jerked off
since Saturday.

My breathing seemed to get faster as my dick got harder. He could sense
that I was close, and his hand stroked my now pulsing penis through the
outside of my briefs.  I couldn't take the pressure, and shot my boy juice
all over the inside of my under pants. It was a soaker. Probably the most
cum ever. He continued his hand movement, and soon the entire inside of my
cotton whities were wet from this huge load. And I am sure the front of my
briefs were pretty transparent.

I was now getting a ticklish squishy feeling on the tip of my dick. It felt
wonderful.

Mr. Gregg asked me how I felt, and I had to admit to him that it was great.
He continued to massage my dick and balls. Usually after I shoot, I would
go to clean up. I rarely continued to play with myself beyond the final
squirt. This "after cum" movement would be one that I would be doing in the
future. I loved the feeling.

After about 5 minutes, Mr. Gregg told me to slip out of my underpants and
that he would get me fresh ones from my foot locker. I told him where they
were as I was slipping my briefs down to my ankles. He was back in a flash,
and helped me remove my FTL's. He then used the dry side to wipe the
remaining cum from around my dick and balls. He wiped my scraggly bush (all
4 hairs) as I lay naked from the waist down. He told me that he would take
my briefs into town the next day when he did his laundry, so that the cum
stains wouldn't set in the cotton and create those yellow stains. He didn't
want my mom to ask me how those yellow stains got on

the inside of my underpants.

(Do you think that moms ever check their sons underpants to see if they are
jerking off??? Always wondered what went through their minds when they did
the laundry??  I know my whities had LOTS of yellow stains, but no one ever
asked me how they got there)

But our session was not over.

Mr. Gregg asked me to take off my T shirt. As I lay there, fully naked
before him, his hands were all over me. First he was rubbing my chest, then
he paid close attention to both of my nipples. He was rubbing my stomach,
and then back down to my dick and balls. He moved so that he was now down
at the far end of my bunk, facing me.

His hand continued their tour of my body, and I was definitely loving the
attention. He knew that I was, because my dick began to give me away. It
was already beginning to stiffen from the attention.

He reached under my butt, and started to massaage my crack. No one had ever
paid attention to that part of my body, and his probing made me much more
horny.

Now my dick was at full attention. His fingers were up and down the shaft,
and under my foreskin. He was rubbing my dick head with his forefinger, and
it sent shivers through my entire body. His other hand was still working my
butt and crack.  (Boy do I LOVE Boy Scouts).

He bent his head over my crotch and took my dick into his mouth. Oh man,
what a sensation. It was the first time that anyone had done that. His
mouth was warm and moist. The feeling was wonderful, and his tongue was up
and down my mini shaft and down to my balls.

He took my balls into his mouth, and then swallowed up my dick at the same
time.  It was all I could do to keep from shouting out my feelings of
elation. I was getting feelings that I had never experienced before. My
dick was responding and got even harder than my first shot of the
night. Again, I would be shooting my load in record time.

I could feel the cum gathering in my balls, moving up the shaft, and then
out into the hungry mouth of my Scoutmaster. He took it all, and I think I
counted three of four shots of tasty boy cum. Mr. Gregg continued to suck
me dry.

Finally I went soft, and he let go of my dick and balls. I lay on my back,
spent, as Mr. Gregg laid his head on my stomach. We were both in a period
of elation.  We had to let our breathing return to normal.

When he recovered, he brought his head up to mine, and kissed me on my
lips.  He asked me if I was alright. I told him that I felt great. He
kissed me again.

He must have felt guilty, because he then moved back over to Tommy's bed,
and

said that he hoped that I was "OK" with this. I sure was. (Damn, I just
love Boy Scouts).

This seemed to settle him down, and he told me that it was pretty late, and
that we should get cleaned up. He suggested that we should go over to the
shower room. I agreed and slipped into my Scout shorts, and took my clean
briefs and a towel. Mr.  Gregg stopped at his tent and picked up some stuff
and we headed for the Shower House.

The Shower House was dark, and we assumed that it was empty. We both went
into the Staff Side, because that was usually much cleaner than the Camper
Side.  The lights were out, so we turned them on as we entered the changing
room of the shower house.

As soon as the lights went on, we heard some movement from the shower room
itself, and Mr. Gregg went to investigate, with me right behind him. What
we saw was startling.

Over in the corner two members of the Camp Staff were totally naked, both
trying to hide their stiffened dicks from us. One, was getting up from
being in an all four position on the floor, and the other was stepping back
from being bent over the former. The second staffer had a condom on his
erect penis. Hmmmm, I wonder what they were doing????

Their movement now was very quick. They grabbed their clothes and almost
ran out of the shower. Don't know if they stopped somewhere to get dressed
before they got back to Staff Quarters. They moved so quickly, I only got a
quick glance at their dicks (always keep my mind on business, right) and I
think they were both cut, however, the one guy never removed the condom
from his dick.

We both stripped down. Mr. Gregg had on grey briefs, and was sporting a 6
1/2 inch circumcized dick. When he dressed, he replaced his grey briefs
with dark blue ones. Well, at least he's a brief guy. After our shower, we
headed back to the area and into our own tents.

Going to breakfast the next morning, Mr. Gregg told me that he was worried
about whether the Staff guys would say something about me and him going
into the shower room together (and using the Staff Shower). We would soon
see, as we entered the Dining Hall.

The two Staffers had missed Morning Colors, but came running into the
Dining Hall in time for Grace. They both looked at Mr. Gregg, their faces
got red and then moved on to their assigned tables. I guess we didn't have
to worry about the Shower Room Scene.

(Just as an aside, neither of these Camp Counselors ever flunked a member
of our Troop at any of their Merit Badge classes.)

Thursday was a blur to me. All I could think about is what happpened the
night before. I would never have guessed that Mr. Gregg was....

But then, it would explain the night time disappearances from the June
weekend. I guess that Mr. Gregg is.....

Somehow, I couldn't say the word. But I don't think that I was his
first. He gave me my first blow job, I knew that I would remember that
night forever. First time jerking off, first time shooting a load, and now,
first time blow job. Milestones in my young life.

The other thing that was fresh in my mind were those two members of the
Camp Staff. That is a scene that will stay in my mind forever. I knew what
they were doing, and I was curious about how it felt. The other thing was
that I was sure that when I took those Merit Badge classes, they would also
remember me. I would make sure that they did. Besides, it wasn't until I
talked with some former Camp Staff members when I was an adult that I
discovered how prevalent gay sex is at Summer Camp.  Many of the Staffers
have related stories about often it happens.

As night drew near, I was anxious to see what would happen. At about 10 PM,
I

headed for my tent. Mr. Gregg didn't make me wait long, his knock on the
tent pole came just as I was slipping out of my scout shorts. He poked his
head in, and I was standing there, facing him in my briefs.

There was no pretense this night. He asked me if I enjoyed the previous
night, and I told him that it was great. He asked if he could visit with me
some more tonight, and I told him that I was waiting for him. In an
instant, his jacket, shirt, shoes and socks were off. He loosened his belt,
unsnapped his fly and let his scout shorts fall to the floor of the
tent. His dark blue briefs were already in a "full tent" position.

We moved both cots together, and laid across the matresses. He kissed me on
my lips, and inserted his tongue inside my mouth. Our tongues got entangled
as mine met his. It was a warm and tingly feeling that was pulsing through
my body.  This was the first deep kiss that I ever remember.

His hands were all over my chest. Feeling for chest hair, that wasn't
there.  He moved over to my left nipple. His finger flicked back and forth
over the now hardening nipple. He then moved his mouth down my chest and
over to the nipple. His tongue had now replaced his finger.

It was sending waves of heat throughout my body. My dick was already hard,
and straining the front of my briefs.

His hand moved over to my right nipple. He repeated the flicking movement
across the nipple, and then licked his way across my chest to the right
nipple. His tongue went to work on that. Now both nipples were hard as
steel.

He worked his tongue down my chest to my navel, and now his tongue was
working magic on my "innie". This was all new to me. I had been with others
and had been probed by hands and fingers, but never orally. The pressure in
my dick was almost too much to bear. I was sure that I would shoot, without
his ever touching my mini dick.

His hands now moved to the waistband of my briefs, and were pulling them
down, and I lifted my butt to accomodate this action. His head now moved
down my unhairy treasure trail, to the 4 hairs at the base of my dick, to
the smooth unhairy sack beneath the shaft and then finally to the hood
covered 3 1/2 inch boyhood that was just about ready to blow.

I told him that I was about to cum, and he retracted the foreskin, and
inserted my one eyed monster fully in his mouth. The warm moist movement
down my shaft sent the boy juice on its way, and a shot my load, 3 good
squirts into his hungry mouth. He sucked me up and down, and never lost a
drop of my precious fluid.  He was better tonight, than last night. I was
in heaven.

His mouth worked it's magic until I went soft. I just laid there and
enjoyed the feeling that was bouncing through my body. I had never felt
like this. Man if this is what it feels like, than I want to do this
forever. God, do I LOVE Boy Scouts.

After a few minutes, Mr. Gregg took hold of my right hand and moved it to
the front of his briefs. I could feel the outline of his huge cock through
the thin cover of dark blue cotton. I got the sense that he wanted me to
play with his for a while. So I did. I didn't want to appear eager (which I
was) and just moved my hand back and forth across the engorged instrument
enclosed in cotton.

After a few minutes of this, he took my hand and placed them inside the
waistband of his underpants. I could feel the stretched skin on his dick; I
could feel the big bush of hair that surrounded the base of his cock; I
could feel his big scrotum that encased his balls.


Mr. Gregg then slipped his briefs down to his ankles. His dick was now
standing at full attention. Fully erect, he was about 7 inches long. It was
pretty fat, and there was no loose skin when he was hard. I started to jerk
him off. My hand was working its way up and down that huge pole. I had a
good grip, and he appeared content with the way I was working his dick.

I sat up, and faced Mr. Gregg. I wanted to give his dick my full attention
and see how long it would take for him to shoot. I could hear his sighs of
content. His breathing got deeper and then a little rapid. His face began
to get contorted, his dick got really hard, and his legs got tense. He was
ready. My hand movement got more rapid and pretty soon I could see the
first squirt. In fact, it shot straight at me and landed on my face.

Mr. Gregg shot 4 solid ropes of cum, each one a little less powerful and
most of his cum was now on his belly. It pooled in the belly button. I
continued to jerk him off, his cum coated dick slowly began to soften, and
then I stopped. He didn't move for a while except to pick up some of his
own cum on his fingers and move it into his mouth. He asked if I ever
tasted my own cum, I told him no. At that time, I didn't have any idea of
how good it tastes, and didn't take the finger full of cum that he offered
to me.

I laid back down, right next to Mr. Gregg. Both of us remained motionless
for about a half hour. Then he sat up, and started to massage my dick and
balls again. My

penis responded in an instant. It was hard and ready for a second go round.

Mr. Gregg had it in his mouth as soon as it responded, and was bobbing his
head up and down the shaft. As his mouth was busy on my dick, his hands
were busy on my balls and in my crack. His finger found the pucker, and he
was working on it back and forth. As I said, this was new to me, but after
seeing the Staff guys the night before, I guessed that there was some
pleasure to be had in that area.

It didn't take long, I was ready. I could feel my juice welling up in the
balls and now moving up the shaft and now to the tip of my dick. Oh yeah,
out the tip and into the waiting mouth of Mr. Gregg. Not as much as before,
but the feeling is better than before.

My dick tickles, and Mr. Gregg hasn't stopped. In fact his pace has picked
up. His tongue is working the inside of my foreskin and I cannot describe
the feeling, it is sensational. My dick hasn't softened, and his tongue is
still hard at work on my mini pole. I have this ticklish feeling all over
my body, and it almost feels like I am going to cum again. Is that
possible?

Oh yeah, here it comes. Just a dribble, but damn, three times. Never did
that before.  I was spent. I couldn't move.

Mr. Gregg let me lay there for a while, and then said that we should go
over to shower before it got to late. We did, no Staff in the shower room
that night.

This time we washed each other. I paid special attention to Mr. Gregg's
beautiful penis. I made sure that I washed each and every inch of that
thing. His hands on my back and butt were causing a stir in my totaly spent
member.

We got dressed, Mr. Gregg was back into grey briefs tonight. Mine, of
course, were white. (Hey, what ever happened to my cum soaked briefs from
last night?)

The next two days passed like a flash. The Troop was back Friday morning,
and we had a Camp wide Water Carnival that afternoon. Saturday we left
about noon.  Mr.  Gregg offered to give me a ride home.

I went home with Mr. McKay. He drove me and Tommy up to camp so I was
expected to go home with him. Besides, I needed some time to digest all
that had happened to me at camp. I was still trying to get accustomed to
the idea that Mr.  Gregg was.... (Still can't say the word, but damn, I am
glad he is....)

Mr. Gregg had a "Gregg's Gang" weekend scheduled for mid August, and had
called me to see if I could go. I definitely wanted to participate.

Off we went on the weekend. This time it was Mr. Gregg, Joey, Brian and me.
Small crew.

When we got up to the house, Mr. Gregg told us that there would be no work
this weekend, as it was just a fun weekend. That sounded even better.

We had a snack, and Joey, Brian and me went to the back bedroom and started
to play cards. It wasn't long before Joey suggested that we play strip
poker (oh yeah, I love this game). We started to play and it was pretty
even for a while.

We were all down shoes, sox and shirts. Joey then lost his t shirt and his
pants. Oh man, there was that well stocked pair of white briefs staring
right at me. I lost my t shirt, and then Brian lost his t shirt. Right at
that moment, Mr. Gregg came into the room. He said that there was nothing
he liked to watch more that a good game of strip poker. He asked if we had
any objections. No one objected.

Next hand, I lost my pants. Now Joey and me were in our briefs. Brian lost
his pants next, and now the three of us were even again. Mr. Gregg then
said that since we were all down to our briefs, he should be also, so we
all watched as he did a little strip tease for us. It didn't take long
before he was standing there in a tight pair of black briefs.

He asked if it was ok if he played with the next hand. No one had a problem
with it, so he sat in. We decided to play 7 card stud, with the cards face
up.  Lowest hand dropped his undies. Cards were dealt, after 4 cards, Joey
had a pair of kings, Brian had a pair of 10's, Mr. G had a pair of 8's and
I had nothing but 3 spades and a 2 of hearts.

Two more cards out, Joey had kings and 3's; Brian had 3 10's; Mr. G still
had a pair of 8's; and I now had 4 spades and a pair of 2's. This is it,
the last card for each of us.

Mr. Gregg suggested that we place some stakes on the game, in addition to
dropping our underpants. He said that first loser has to blow the winner,
and the second loser has to jerk off the runner up. Sounds good to me.

Joey, 4 of diamonds (no help); Brian, ace of clubs (no help); Mr. G. Jack
of hearts (no help) and me, Queen of Spades (flush). Mr. G lost, off with
them briefs.

He stood, slipped his thumbs inside of the waist band, and down came his
briefs.  He slipped out of them and stood there and we all were admiring
his slowly stiffening 6 1/2 inch rod.

Ok, now there were three of us. Joey's deal. After 4 cards: Brian, pair of
Aces; Me, pair of Jacks; Joey, 3 card possible straight. Next 2 cards:
Brian Aces and 2 threes; Me, 3 Jacks ; Joey needs a 7 to fill straight.

Last card: Brian 6 of clubs (no help); Me, Queen of hearts(no help); Joey,
7 or hearts fills the straight. Brian loses, get them briefs off.

Brian stood, thumbs in the waistband and down came his briefs. Oh yeah,
about 5 inches of circumcized flesh. It was lovely.

Now its me and Joey, and my deal. Joey, King of clubs; Me, 6 of hearts;
Joey 4 of diamonds; Me 9 of hearts; Joey King of hearts; Me, Jack of
diamonds; Joey 2 of clubs; Me, Jack of spades; Joey, Ace of Spades; Me Jack
of hearts; Joey, 10 of hearts; Me, 8 of diamonds; Joey, King of diamonds;
Me, (I guess I'm getting a hand job) Ace of diamonds.

Joey won, and I stood up and dropped my briefs. No doubt mine was the
smallest dick in the bunch. But it was getting hard, so it sprouted a whole
1/2 more that it was soft.

Joey then dropped his briefs, and I got another look at that enormous set
of balls that I had seen before. His dick was also getting hard, and what
looked small and compact, soon was almost as big as Mr. Greggs.

True to his word, Mr. Gregg pulled Joey over to the bed he was sitting on,
and bent down to give Joey his reward. Brian reached over and covered my
puny pecker with his hand, and started to give me my reward. His hand felt
good. I mean, since

summer camp, the only other attention my dick had gotten was my own right
hand.

Being the kind and consider soul that I am, I reached over to Brian's 5
incher and gave it the same attention that he was giving mine. Mutual
masturbation.  Isn't Boy Scouts great.

I wasn't the first to cum. Joey let loose with his huge boyload right into
Mr. Gregg's mouth. And Mr. G didn't miss a drop. Joey came in "quarts" not
spurts. Must be those huge balls. I shot next, and Brian was just a moment
or two after that.  Now we all started to play around with Mr. Gregg. I had
his dick in my right hand, Brian was working on his chest and nipples, and
Joey was playing with his butt. In fact, Joey had two of his fingers firmly
inserted up Mr. G's pucker. It wasn't long before the juice was flowing
from the tiny pee slit in the center of the perfectly circumcized dick
head. Mr. G sent 4 strong shots, and then several dribbles all over my hand
and his swollen manhood. All three of them were urging me to taste Mr. G's
cum, so I did.  It was a mixture of sweet and salty, but other than that,
there was no taste.  I proceeded to lick my hand clean.

What a start to the weekend, we were in the house for about an two hours,
and all of us had shot our first loads. On top of that, I had my first
taste of another guys cum. This could be a great weekend!!

For the next 30 minutes, we all just lay in various spots in the bedroom -
naked, with soft cum soaked dicks resting against our ball sacks. Mr. Gregg
and Brian were on the double bed, Joey was laying across the couch, and I
was spralled across the bottom bunk on the other side of the room.

Mr. Gregg was to first to stir, he got up and left the room. He left his
clothing there in the pile of discarded attire.

When he came back, he had his 8 mm projector and several reels of films. He
asked if we were ready to watch some movies. This got us all moving again.

The first film was about two youths in jeans, who proceeded to get
comfortable with each other. Their hands were all over each other's
crotches, and into the fly and then the jeans were off. Pure white briefs,
filled to the brim with rigid boyhoods, which were soon exposed. Both uncut
(horay for me) and very huge (bummer for me).

Typical gay sex, manual, oral and then anal. It looked like they had a
great time. The second film was pretty much the same thing, different
players. Jeans, white briefs and mixture of cut and uncut. The final film
was in French, about a group of French Scouts. They were also in white
briefs, and all uncut.

By the time that the movies were done, we were all pretty horny again. It
was pretty late, so Mr. Gregg suggested that we had better be getting to
bed. There was no arguement from Joey, Brian or me.

Brian decided to sleep in Mr. Gregg's bed, so me and Joey were going to
share the double bed in the back bedroom. Not one of us reached for our
clothing, so it was going to be an naked night. Finally, I was going to
sleep with Joey and we were naked.

Our action started right away, there was no sense in delaying it. Joey
immediately bent over my waist and took my hooded boyhood into his
mouth. His tongue moved up and down the outside of my penis, and it didn't
take me long to be at full staff.

He retracted my foreskin, and used his magic tongue around the top of my
crown. I was instantly in heaven. I lay back there for a while, and knew
that it would not take me long to send my precious boy juice into the
depths of his hungry mouth.  But I didn't want to cum that quickly.

I reached under his chin, and pushed him away. He gave me a quizzical look,
but understood what I was doing, when I moved my body across his
midsection. I was finally going to perform oral sex, and I hoped that I
would do it right.

At first, I kissed his navel, and then I inserted my tongue into the
indented portion of his button. I found the beginning of his treasure
trail, the few dark hairs that led down to that throbbing piece of flesh
between his legs. I gently moved my tongue up and down those hairs, and
slowly, ever soooooo slowly, worked my way down the trail to his coarse
haired bush.

Joey had a lot more hair than me, and it was jet black hair. It was curly
and somehow felt a little like barbed wire (not that tough, but you know
what I mean). His hair covered the base of his dick, and spread somewhat
around his balls. A few times, I had to stop to pick a stray hair off my
tongue, or out of my mouth.

I brought my tongue up to the tip, it was a beautifully shaped dick
head. It was a cross between pink and purple, and there was a drop of fluid
already dripping form the perfect pee slit in the middle of his tip.

The crown was well defined, and the circumcision scar was set back aways
from

the head of his cock. The loose skin, that I had seen the first time I saw
his dick in our tent last September, was no longer there. As his dick
hardened, his skin was stretched and was totally taut. He did have a little
"finger" of skin that was formed on the underside of his dick head, by the
"V".

When my tongue found that spot, Joey told me that it tickled. I found his
soft spot.  Fully erect, Joey was about 6 inches in length, and it had to
be 2 inches around. It was huge.

I went no further than the crown for a few minutes. It was good to finally
have a dick in my mouth. Joey wasn't going to let me off that easy, though.

He place his hands on the back of my head, and slowly forced me further
down his pole. He also moved his hips in my direction, forcing himself a
little further into the warmth of my mouth. I started to move my head back
and forth, and taking more and more of him into my mouth. Finally my chin
was resting on him huge ball sack.

While I gagged a few times, I was really getting into this sucking
business.  It did feel good to be providing pleasure to my good friend
Joey. I could feel that he was also enjoying the "service" that I was
providing. His dick got very stiff, and I felt the head harden in my mouth.

Joey's body tensed up, and I knew what was cumming. I wasn't prepared for
the

amount of cum that he shot down to the back of my throat. I was gagging on
it.  I was also trying to keep as much of Joey's juice as I could. Some
leaked out the side ofmy mouth, but I swallowed, and swallowed and
swallowed.

His was not as sweet as Mr. Greggs, but again, not much of a taste to it.
Joey had shot at least three good ropes of cum, and then there were some
dribbles that

continued to make their way out the tip of his dick. Finally, he started to
soften, and I kept on going until I had cleaned his shaft of all of Joey's
load.

While Joey relaxed for a bit, I went to work on his balls. They were huge,
but I managed to lick his ball sack from end to end, and from front to
back.

Joey sat up, and kissed me on my lips, and then pushed me down to a prone
position. He went to work on my dick. His hand retracted my foreskin, and
he licked the drops of pre cum from the tip of my dick. He took my entire
dick in his mouth and the warmth soon had my body tingling all over. Up and
down he went.

At the same time, his hand was busy under my balls. He had my testicles in
his hand, and was massaging them gently. He moved his hand from my balls,
and down to the crack of my butt, and then found my boy pucker. He worked
his finger around my hole, and the feelings were overwhelming my body.

I could not control myself, and shot several quick loads into Joeys
mouth. He kept going, and then came the dribbles. Joey didn't miss a
drop. I was spent, and then went soft.

We both just lay there for a while, and not a word was spoken. I was asleep
in no tiime.

In the morning I got up to pee. Joey was still next to me, and his morning
hard on was clearly evident.

I slipped out of bed, and headed for the bathroom. On the way, I peeked
into Mr.  Gregg's room, and both he and Brian were on top of the sheets,
but still fully naked.  I felt a stir in my dick, and moved on to the
bathroom.

Back in bed, I placed my hand on Joey's swollen dick, and started to jerk
him off. He responded by turning over on his side to face me, but didn't
seem to wake up.  I kept at it for a while, and then slowly went back to
sleep, myself.

We slept late, and then headed for the Spillway for some swimming. We were
dressed in swim suits or shorts, and had a good afternoon. Dinner was at
the diner in town, and we went to the Drive-in for a movie.

End of Chapter 4.
Chapter 5 - My Boy Scout Years (Part 3) to follow soon. Please send your
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