Date: Tue, 7 Sep 2010 16:11:13 -0700 (PDT) From: Trey Milt Subject: Jake & Jack go camping - 1 DISCLAIMER: This is my story; it is a work of total fiction. Any resemblance to real people, dead or alive, is purely coincidental. By reading this story you agree that you are at or above legal age in your location. Certain sexual activities that may be depicted in this story are safe only in fictional literature .That said; I hope you enjoy my story. Feedback is welcome and can be sent to me at thetriangle17@yahoo.com Jake & Jack go camping - Chapter 1 Jacob and I had been planning this trip for several months. School ended for the summer in June. Back in February when we planned the trip, June seemed so far away and yet here it was. My name is Jack and I've been Jake's scoutmaster for a long time, more than 5 years now. He and I just clicked becoming more like good buddies than leader and boy. Jake first entered scouts at 11 and it's been very exciting to watch him grow and mature. He's a great kid with sandy blond hair that curls when it gets too long...which is most of the time and the bluest eyes I've ever seen. He's probably 5'9 and 140 lbs and though he's 16 now, he looks more like 14 and has the cutest pouty lips. As for me, I'm 29 and 6'1" and weigh in at 180 lbs. I take great pride in my body and have spent probably way too much time at the gym but I have a 6 pack to show for it and would not consider myself a muscle-head but I definitely have good definition. I have light brown hair and am pretty smooth, the normal amount of hair on my legs and under my arms but that's pretty much it except for a nice treasure trail that leads from my belly down to my pubes. When I take off my shirt, most of the boys have made some comment or another on a campout or when we go swimming which, of course, I love!! Anyway, Jake was going to miss our planned scout high-adventure trip later in the summer because of other family commitments and he was really bummed out. So his dad and I got to talking about it and I offered to take him out one-on-one. I invited his dad to come along, but he's not much of a camper and the thought of a week in the woods hiking upwards of 10 miles a day didn't really leave him too excited. I, however, was very excited. I love camping. I love hiking. It is usually spoiled by the 18 or so boys in our troop who constantly keep me busy on any trip we take. I often call it "herding worms". It can be really fun but I don't get to enjoy the outdoors as much as I'd like since I'm always solving some problem or another. Which was why I was so excited about this trip. Just me and Jake and no other responsibilities!! Both of us had been talking about it non-stop for the past two months and couldn't wait to get going. We planned on going to Isle Royale National Park, which is an island in the middle of Lake Superior between Michigan's Upper Peninsula and Ontario, Canada. I picked Jake up on a Saturday morning and we started the long journey from Northern Indiana. 12 hours later, we arrived at the ferry site but it wouldn't run until the next morning. There was a local scout camp nearby and I made arrangements to spend the night there. Our week long trip was going to be epic and one of the unique things about Isle Royale was that you had to bring EVERYTHING that you might need. Food, water (or a filter), stove, fuel, clothing and every other supply that would be used. Of course, this all adds weight to the backpack that we would be carrying around with us. We decided to share as much equipment as we could to get the weight as low as possible. Even with the sharing, my pack weighed in at 60 lbs and his was 50 lbs. I thought both of us might be slightly overloaded but since we both experienced and fit I didn't think it would be much of a problem. We set-up camp in the evening full of anticipation for our trip. I was exhausted from 12 hours of driving and getting up early but Jake was full of energy. We were sharing a tent as part of our shared gear and it was pretty tight quarters, but that was the price to pay for a lightweight tent. We rolled out our sleeping pads and bags and I stripped down to my boxers and lay down on top of my sleeping bag. 10:00pm and it was still 80 degrees out and humid. I was going to miss my air conditioning this week! I lay there with one arm behind my head just chatting with Jake, talking about what tomorrow would bring. As we talked, he started to undress just casually pulling off his shirt, socks and finally his shorts, leaving him in his boxers as well. "Wow, Jack!" he said. "You have a seriously great body. I wish I was as buff as you." "Are you hitting on me?" I asked, joking. "Just kidding. You look pretty good yourself, considering you don't really workout or anything," I said. He was on his knees and put his arms out in a classic body builder pose. "Who needs to work out when you have guns like these?" he said. He was making muscles with his arms in the light of my flashlight. He had a few wispy hairs under his arms and I found myself fascinated by them. It only lasted a moment and I jumped up on my knees and fully flexed for him. Biceps, Chest, Abs...all of it. He just stared at me, his jaw slightly slack. "Oh my GOD, Jack! I can't believe that. I feel so puny. That is so awesome!" He bubbled. I laughed, hoping for just that kind of reaction. I started flexing my chest, alternating between the right and left side making my Pecs bob up and down. We both started laughing hysterically. "That's so cool," he said. "You try it," I said. He got this intense look of concentration on his face and nothing happened. I wasn't surprised, like any muscle it takes a little bit of practice to make it move. Who moves their Pecs? Not many people, so he didn't know how to do it. I laughed and said, "here let me help you" and I put a hand under each of his Pecs and started to gently lift. His skin was so smooth, like velvet. He was still focused on trying to get them to move and I just couldn't help myself and busted out laughing. It was so funny. He had a little flash of anger, and then he too started to laugh. "Well, we have a busy day tomorrow and it's been a long day, so I need to get to sleep," I told him. "Ok, I'll see you in the morning," he replied. We both lay down and I don't remember my head even hitting the pillow, so fast did I fall asleep. I awoke 3 or 4 hours later, not really sure where I was. As I lay there, my surroundings finally cluing me in to where I was, I noticed what woke me up. It was still pretty warm outside and the tent was small so we were pretty close to each other. Both of us had gone to sleep on top of our sleeping bags and during the night Jake had shifted around onto his side, facing me and his leg was lying on top of mine, his arm lying across my stomach. I was still on my back with my hand at my side and Jake's crotch was literally right in my hand. I wasn't sure what to do, but his "junk" was touching my hand separated only by the thin cotton of his boxers. I could feel the heat pouring out of his private area. Jake's legs had just slightly more than peach fuzz on them and the hair on his legs was moving the hair on my legs and for some reason, I got excited by that. My dick went instantly and painfully hard. I was surprised, shocked was more like it. I absolutely do not consider myself gay in any way. I have always enjoyed women and although I was not very "experienced" I never think of guys as anything but "buds." I was laying there processing the fact that I was for some reason turned on by another guy and a teen at that, when I involuntarily moved my hand a bit. I felt Jake's dick respond with a little twitch. I was surprised and intrigued by that, so I did it again. His dick twitched again. With my fingers, I sort of quickly stroked what I assumed was the tip of his dick and he responded. I felt his cock getting hard and as he got bigger and bigger, the tip of his dick came right out the piss hole in his boxers and touched the palm of my hand. I was touching Jake's dick with the palm of my hand. I was kind of in a daze, not really conscience of what I was doing but painfully aware that I was turned on for some reason. I was hard as steel and I hadn't jacked off in almost 2 weeks, which was a record of some kind for me but I was just so busy preparing that I didn't seem to have the time. I could feel the pre-come leaking out of me and I reached a level of horny-ness that caused me to actually see stars. I can't really explain it. I knew that Jake had been up late the night before because we had talked about it on the way up in the car. We had both been up all day with little sleep and so he really seemed out of it. I gave his cock a little squeeze and was rewarded with another twitch and I pulled my hand out. Trying to see how sound asleep he was, I used his legs and arm on me as an excuse to turn him over back on his back. His deep breathing didn't even change a bit. I got my LED flashlight out and turned it on to it's lowest setting, which was a dim glow. I moved the light down to his dick and his cock was still standing straight out, ¾ of the shaft protruding from his boxers. By this time, my hand was down my own boxers and I was gently squeezing my cock and using the copious amount of pre-cum as a lube. I actually moaned out loud, it had been so long. Since Jack was fast asleep, aparently comatose, I used the opportunity to study his body closer. He was beautiful. A classic teen body with not much hair on the outside. A few wisps under his arm, a fairly light dusting on his legs but since he was blonde, it seemed like he had no hair at all. I was intensly curious what things looked like under the boxers and debated with myself whether or not I should take a peek. Who was I kidding? I was so horny at that moment I don't think I hesitated or debated too long. Jake's cock was throbbing with his heart beat, a gentle sway that I found captivating, like watching a cobra weave back and forth. Taking a quick peak at his face to make sure he was still asleep and seeing that he was still breathing deeply and slowly, I put my fingers under the waistband of his boxers and slowly lifted it straight up, stretching it as far as the waistband would let me. As I lifted, his dick was freed from the piss hole in the front of his boxers and his whole cock "thwacked" against his belly. I shot a glance at his face, sure that he would awake. Not even the slightest hint that anything had happened, he continued his slow and steady breathing. "Wow," I thought to myself. "He is really out." Emboldened by this, I returned to my inspection. His cock was now lying against his belly still very hard. He looked to be about 5" or so in length and was cut with a very narrow and understated head. His piss slit was really small, at least compared to mine, which was all I had to compare it to. Other than my own dick, I had never really seen someone elses's this close before, certainly not such a detailed inspection like I was now doing. Of course I had seen other dicks in the locker room at the gym, even some of the other scouts's dicks over the years when we had changed into swimsuits near each other, but nothing prepared me for what I was looking at now. He had a small patch of blond pubes that were quite a bit darker than were on his head or under his arms or on his legs. I couldn't really see his balls, other than the top of his sack so I got up on my knees and kind of leaned over him and still stretching his boxers, I moved both of my hands to each side of his boxers and slid the waistband underneath his butt and pulled them down to mid-thigh. Now I could easily see his ball sack, which was completely hairless and probably due to the heat, were hanging pretty low. I couldn't resist and gently rolled one of them in-between my fingers. It was about the size of a very large grape, in contrast to my own nuts which were about the size of good sized walnuts. I leaned down close and took a deep breath, just savoring the smell...the smell of pent up cock and balls and sweat. It was intoxicating. All of this was making me leak rivers of pre-cum and I was rubbing my own cock using it as lube and I was very, very well lubed. I could feel my climax beginning to build and so I stopped stroking to calm down. My heart was racing and it felt like my heart was in my throat. My pulse had to be like 180 bpm and I was almost light headed. I moved my right hand, which was covered in pre-cum, over to Jake's cock and started to lightly stroke him. I could feel him respond as I glided over his shaft. I played with his cock-head for a bit, rubbing his piss slit and sliding my hand up and down. I was not even touching myself and I could feel myself getting closer to spewing. I was still kneeling over Jake and so I leaned a little closer and made our cock's touch. My cock is about 7" cut with a large and well defined head and when our dick's touched, it was like I received an electric shock. As soon as my cock slid up and down on Jake's, I lost it and sent my jizz all over his cock and a two week large puddle of cum was all over his pubes completely drowning them out. I used my cum to keep him lubed and I started stroking him with full strokes. Less than 30 seconds later, he grunted and started cumming also, his balls going from hanging low to a tight pouch of wrinkled flesh. Alarmed at hearing his grunt and in a seriously compromising position kneeled over him, I looked at his face again but he was still dead to the world. I was leaning over him when his first shot came, hitting me in the face, his next shot hitting me in the neck as I recoiled from getting hit in the face. I moved my hand down near his cock-head to stop him from hitting me again and he continued to shoot 4 or 5 more times. His cum hit my hand and plopped back down near his pubes, mixing with the jizz that I had shot earlier. It was now a very, very large pool of cum. The tent reeked of cum and my head was spinning. My cock had fully deflated but typical of teens, his was still hard as a rock. I was trying to figure out what I was going to clean all that cum up with when he started to stir. Quickly, I put my cock back into my boxers, grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them back up immediately soaking them in cum. I slammed the light off and dropped back onto my sleeping bag and acted like I was asleep. I kept waiting for him to challenge me or accuse me or say something but after a couple of minutes, my blood-pressure got back near normal and I could hear him breathing his regular deep and steady breathing. I got my light back out and looked at his face and he was still sleeping. I focused the light on Jake's crotch and the whole front of his boxers was matted down and wet, soaked with cum. The sides were matted down too where the cum from both of us had over-flowed. He was going to have a mess in the morning. I wondered how he would react. I had so much cum because it had been so long since I had shot a wad. He shot at least as much as I did, so either he had not jacked off in a long time or that was his first time. I couldn't be sure which, but I wondered about it. Exhausted and spent, I shut off the light and immediately fell asleep. I awoke to sunlight streaming into the tent and the birds were making a racket. I glanced over at Jake to see the damage in the daylight, but he was on his side, his butt toward me so I couldn't see. I called out "Jake, time to get up." No response. I repeated it, louder. No response. I leaned over and grasped his shoulder and as I shook him said, "Jake, rise and shine." This time, he stirred and grumbled something unintelligible. I shook him harder and with a start, he turned and sat bolt upright. He looked at me with kind of wild eyes until he remembered where he was and he settled down. As he shifted, all of that dry cum must have been pulling on his pubes and a look of pain fell across his face and his hand went down to his groin. He looked down and I followed his gaze. The dried cum had become like glue, cemeting his pubes to his boxers which were stiff as a board in the front and had dried to a yellowy hue. He touched the outside of his boxers and felt how stiff and hard the material was and he muttered, "what the hell?" He looked up at me and saw that I had seen his problem and asked, "what happened, did I piss myself? My curly's are stuck to my boxers and it hurts like hell." I said "well it doesn't look like piss to me because piss doesn't get hard, it just dries up. It does turn yellow like that, but it would not make your pubic hair stick to your shorts." Using the opportunity, I quickly leaned over and touched the fabric and felt how stiff it was. I rubbed it a little and said, "can I pull it away a little so I can see what it looks like from the inside? I can't really tell from the outside since it soaked through." He thought about it a second, obviously embarassed. "Umm, I guess so. Just be careful, it really hurts when I move." I very carefully pulled out the waistband and heard him cry out a little. When I pulled it away, I noticed several pubic hairs stuck to the inside of his boxers and the rest of his patch was completely matted down and enmasse stuck to his boxers. If he attempted to pull his boxers down, it would rip all of his pubic hair out...painful to say the least. Acting like I had no idea what was going on, I stuck my finger in side his boxers and scraped the fabric. His eyes went wide when I did that, the knuckle of my index finger going into his small bush. I quickly withdrew my finger and brought it upto my nose and sniffed. "What is it," he asked? "Did I piss myself?" I started laughing. He stared at me, dumbfounded. "What? What is is?" "My man," I said. "You had a nocturnal emission." "A what?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. "A wet dream," I replied, laughing again. "Uh, Oh." He said. He was a crimson red. I've seen boys who were sunburned badly who were not as red as he was. "Hey, don't be embarassed," I told him. "It seriously happens to everyone sooner or later. Haven't you ever had one before?" I asked. "No, definitely not. I would for sure have remembered this," he told me. I said, "Well, you must have had a seriously good one then because I haven't seen that kind of volume...like ever! I've never even heard of so much jizz that you're stuck to yourself!" I started laughing again. I started moving my arms up and down in the "I am not worthy" motion. "Hey, NOT funny," he pouted but he quickly started laughing too. It was an intimate moment shared between two guys all the more intense for me since I was the one who caused the whole thing. "How am I supposed to get these things off. It took me a long time to grow these pubes and I don't want to rip them out," he complained. "Well, I think I have an idea," I answered. "It's going to involve me getting right up in your stuff and some more embarassment for you." "Ah, I'm not sure how I can get anymore embarassed and anyway, I'm over it. Just promise me we can keep this between us guys," he asked. "Completely. You know my rule..." He interrupted me "What happens in camp, stays in camp." "That's right," I said. "This next week I'm sure we are going to see a lot of each other, if you know what I mean. I'm sure that we're both going to see each other in embarassing situations, like getting morning wood or seeing each other when we change. This tent is pretty small and if it's as hot during the week as it was last night, we're going to be sleeping practically naked just to keep cool. Let's just both agree that it stays between us and not worry about getting embarassed starting with this lovely situation." "I'm in," he said. "What's your idea?" "Well, I was thinking that the reason your pubes are attached to your shorts is because your dried spooge is all crusty and stuff. If we soak it in some warm water, we might be able to get everyting to loosen up." So, I got some water out of my water bottle and started pouring it in the cum crusted area. Every so often, I'd slip my finger under the waistband and run it through his patch, trying to loosen it up but also copping a feel in the process. The first time or two, Jake was a little uncomfortable but he didn't say anything. After the 4th or 5th time, he didn't even bat an eye, we just talked as if we weren't doing anything at all. After 15 minutes or so on my 7th or 8th finger sweep, my finger just kept going and touched the base of his dick. THAT got his attention and I quickly removed my finger. He pulled the waistband out and sighed relief. "Finally," he said. "Let's get cleaned up and packed up. We have to catch the ferry in 30 minutes. If we miss it, we'll be stuck here another day." I told him.