Date: Wed, 08 Aug 2001 17:10:02 -0400
From: wanttotry2@excite.com
Subject: 3rd installment of "Campout"

Preface: This story is a boy's fantasy and nothing more.  It does not
represent actual events (I'm afraid) and should be read only for the
enjoyment of living that fantasy in the written word.  If descriptions of
boys experimenting with their sexuality together bothers you or offends
you, read no further.  To understand the events in this chapter, chapters 1
and 2 need to be read first.


The Second Night
Gringosicle

	While my mind was flooded with the smells, tastes and images of the
initiation that afternoon, my body was caught in the tedium of the present
as I went through the motions dutifully helping the younger scouts with
fire building, knife safety and so on.  Knowing that at least a few of
these scouts would eventually face the prospect of the initiation did cause
me to consider each in a new light.
	The call for the younger ones to hit the sack for the day was
finally signaled.  I was tired from missing sleep the night before and had
no opportunity to rest during the day, but that signal seemed to get the
hormones and energy flowing again. My body and mind had been waiting
anxiously for my promised night with Kirk.  Even as I thought of it, my
mind replayed images of his body from the night prior.
	The evening's activities for the OA began again with the
opportunity to cool off at the lake.  Skinny dipping had taken on a whole
new sense of wonder since the afternoon.  Horseplay and wrestling in the
water brought new opportunities for us to touch each other freely and
openly. I enjoyed complete freedom in touching whoever I wanted, anywhere I
wanted, as they did with me.  I had never had so many hands feel me up as I
had today.
	 While each one of the guys in the patrol had a wonderful
attraction of his own, I looked forward to spending another evening with
Kirk and fulfilling his promise to me of complete free to enjoy him any way
I pleased.  I had to admit, though, others of the squad would probably be
just as interesting and exciting If Kirk weren't there.  Dekwon and
Alejandro to be sure would provide nearly as much interest and excitement
as Kirk. Dekwon had that Black withdrawn look about him, and Alejandro was
strong, muscular and witty making him just as attractive, though neither in
truth came close to rivaling Kirk's musculature, superiority and presence.
He would be the alpha male of our group for as long as he wanted, but two
others were standing in the wings to take his place eventually.
	Alejandro and Dekwon often tested each other `s strength like two
young bulls testing their first Spring with horns.  In order to gain
popularity within the group, they both provided plenty of opportunity for
the test of us get to know them in and out of the water in any way we
wanted.  I hoped there would be opportunity for me to get to know each much
better along the way in a personal way.
	Being the puniest, I enjoyed a great deal of attention when skinny
dipping.  I was usually flying through the air as one of the guys picked me
up to toss me to another like a beach ball which had its advantages and
disadvantages.  I swallowed enough of the lake to get my stomach to
churning, but having the bigger buys catch me and move their hands around
my body gave me lots of touches. Dekwon especially loved to test my crotch
and inner thighs several times with his hand "looking for leverage" to pick
me up. He said more than once, "Boy, quit squirming while I get hold of you
down here.  I can't find a place grab your scrawny ass.  Hold Still!"
	 Electricity shot through my "scrawny" frame each time he grabbed
balls or expanding cock.  I wondered how much of the touching was to find
leverage and how much was just for his own interest and enjoyment.  I
really didn't mind it at all.  I stayed hard most of the time.
	  A few times as he looked for "leverage" I found my face
conveniently pushed into his crotch. I couldn't see much in the dark
waters, but I could feel the size and girth of what he sported down below.
With his hands massaging me as he tested for leverage, I also testing him
with my hands and one time enticed his black organ into my lips.  Before I
wa raised out of the water to be thrown to another, I had time to enjoy him
and the others.  Being a member, totally accepted, felt good.  It was
meeting a deep, deep need and I would do nearly anything to keep my status.
	As he had done the night before, Kirk removed himself from the fray
and stood watching with enjoyment as we continued to play in the water.  It
was so uncanny how his behavior modeled that of the alpha male leading a
pack of wolves.  I enjoyed my time with the other members of the pack, but
I felt too how deep the desire was I had for him.
	The 1/2 hour passed quickly and soon Kirk's voice gave the order,
"Everyone out.  Time to hit the tents."
	 Fully refreshed and cleaned from the spring fed lake water, we
jostled each other to the bank, wrapped our waists with the towels and
raced across the meadow to the tree line where the tents circled the main
camp fire.  The first grouping was the main camp. Back beyond them was our
smaller grouping of 4 tents.  The main campsite was quiet as the younger
scouts were well into the night of rest.  We moved past the tents, quietly
listening to the snores of some, seeing the flashlights of others through
the canvas and hearing whispering and giggles in other tents.  I smiled as
the image of wolf cubs came to mind.
	Outside the tents, Kirk stopped as he had done the night before.  I
expected that we would go right on into the tents from the prior night. but
not so.
	"Alejandro, your choice tonight."
	Alejandro walked forward as thought expecting bull or stud service.
He pinched my shoulders as well as the other younger members as if to feel
the muscle layers, tussled our hair and walked around behind us.  I wasn't
sure what he was doing.
	"I don't get it," I said
	"Jase, on the second night of the camp, the older members get to
choose which of the younger members of the squad to bunk with.  It provides
good opportunities for bonding and getting to know the younger men and vice
versa".
	It hit me like an anvil.  All day I had been looking forward to
continuing what I had begun the night before.  My whole day's thinking had
been of the possibilities of this second night with Kirk.
	"I thought you said we would be spending the week together," I
offered back with an obvious tone of disappointment in my voice.
	"I forgot about this when I said that, little buddy.  I am sorry,
but it is the way our squad functions. It builds strength among the
members. It's important."
	I didn't give an answer, as there was no more argument without
looking foolish in front of the others.
	 It was embarrassing at first to be picked over.  But then again,
Alejandro had some distinct advantages over the others as I remembered from
our session that afternoon and the fun and freedom I enjoyed in the water
with him earlier.  I found myself quietly wishing to be picked.
	"I choose this puny drip of a boy."  Alejandro placed his hand on
my head.  My body almost leaped in excitement of being chosen , though
somewhat dampened by the reminder that Kirk would be with one of the other
guys.
	Each of the other couple of older members made their choices.  Kirk
took the last one who happened to be James.
	"Let's go get your sleeping bag."
	Alejandro walked with me over to Kirk's and my tent and helped take
my sleeping bag and a few other things out.
	"You won't need everything.  You'll be back over her during the
week."
	I kind of smiled back and dragged the bag out the tent flap.
	Being with someone new brought its own hesitations.  I was
completely taken with the natural beauty of Alejandro, but I had broken the
ice with Kirk and was not sure what to expect here.
	 Alejandro bent down to turn on a battery operated camp light that
resembled a table light.  It was dim, but in the darkness it provided
enough light for me to get my bearings as I tried to get settled.  I rolled
out my bag and adjusted some of the other things.  I glanced occasionally
over at Alejandro.  He was doing the same, but, to my surprise, he had
already dismissed the towel that had been guarding his waist.
	"Hey man, I hope that doesn't bother ya.  Coming from a family of 5
brothers and 2 sisters, we grew up with very little modesty."
	I smiled back not quite knowing what to say. I was struck by the
beautiful color of his skin, his dark wavy hair and the muscular build of
his well shaped body as I had already seen him up close in the daylight.
The hues of the dim lamp merged with his coffee brown skin in an enticing
way.  I had often found myself interested in Latin men. There was a basic
beauty of their color and a casual, yet romantic view of life which
involved laughter and closeness. My mind had already switched from
disappointment over not being with Kirk to the possibilities of what might
be available with Alejandro.
	"Tired?"  he asked breaking the silence and catching me in a full
stare of his body.
	"Well, not really, but certainly could settle down for the night if
you are."  I didn't know what to say and so offered him back the ball in
the conversation.
	"Sometimes, the newness of the whole thing can be confusing for a
new recruit, especially the initiation."
	I smiled.
	He smiled back.  Silence again as he continued to move around the
tent adjusting things. Still there was no attempt to even stay turned away
form me.  He was completely at ease displaying his body for my
investigation.
	My eyes were fully drawn to watch him.  He was not as fully
developed as Kirk, but every muscle had its place and was perfect in size
and look.  The dark skin accentuated the rippling mounds of his stomach as
he bent and straightened.  Occasionally he flipped his jet black curly hair
away from his eyes or ran his fingers through it to press it back in place.
His exposed body casually moved around the tent giving me all my eyes could
enjoy.  I was getting hard, fast,and ideas were rampaging though my head.
I guessed, after what this group was used to in enjoying the company of one
another, there weren't any social limitations when it came to their bodies.
They were absolutely free to enjoy and be enjoyed.
	"What did you think of the initiation ritual?  Kind of weird, huh?"
	His questions abruptly broke through my staring again.  "Ah..yeah.
Weird is right.  I, ah, never would have guessed that such a thing could be
allowed and not found out by the scout master, I guess."
	"He was a member of this troop too, you know, and was inducted into
the Order years ago.  So he knows what we do and isn't really concerned
about it.  His attitude is pretty much boys will be boys."
	Alejandro turned while he fidgeted with some of his clothes until
he found some baggy, satin boxers and stepped into them then drew them up
to his waist.  I wondered if he could see the disappointment in my eyes.
	"What about you?  How did it go for you?" I asked.
	"It didn't go well at all."  A smile spread across his face as he
reclined on his sleeping bag just a few feet from me.  "After the first
cock touched my lips, I fought like a madman.  Man, I wasn't sure what was
going on.  Kirk had to hold me back from hurting the first guy in line for
putting his thing to my lips.  But, Kirk pulled me aside and talked with me
and explained that the initiation was the only time I would ever be asked
to do that, but there would be no `real' memberships into the group if I
refused the ritual. I wanted to be accepted more than anything, so I went
through with it.  And here I am.  Being a Mexican in in this country and
particularly in that White, Gringo middle class town of ours, can be
lonely.  You know what I mean, man? Now I have a pack of solid friends,
anyone of whom will stick up for me and one of whom happens to be the most
popular guy in school. So the ritual turned out to be worth it for me,
although at first I sure hated going through with it."
	"So you don't really get into any of the sex, then , that the
others seems to enjoy?"
	"Oh, no man, I enjoy everything we do together now.  I know I'm not
gay, but I know I enjoy sex, so why not enjoy being with someone if they
enjoy it too?"
	"How was your night with Kirk last night?"  That same intoxicating
smile broadened across his coffee brown face.
	"What do you mean?"
	"You know.  Did Kirk introduce you to himself last night?"
	"Yes."
	"Did you enjoy being with him?"
	"Yes."
	"Tell me about it, man."
	"Well, we talked and goofed around.  You know."
	"I know what Kirk and I did, man.  I don't know what Kirk did with
you or you with Kirk. Too embarrassed, huh.  Yeah, I know the feeling. At
first I couldn't dare tell anyone what I was doing or had done.  But now,
hey, we talk about it in the group like its nothin'. It's all part of who
we are."
	 I smiled and turned my eyes down to break his gaze.
	"Want to know why I picked you tonight, Compadre ?  I picked you
because you look like you would fit in with us real well and I wanted to be
the first to really get to know you before the others did.  You know, man?
You interest me, my skinny friend."
	His reassurance came with his hand resting on my shoulder.  The
electricity surged through the rest of my body and I knew I had to know
more about him.  Last night with Kirk was becoming a foggy memory.
	"Kirk and I just kind of fooled around. You know."
	The words were somewhat muffled as I was a little embarrassed to
hear them out loud.
	"No problem, man.  There is nothing I like better than a curious
rookie.  Know what I mean?  But here's the deal, I like to keep going until
I can't go no more.  Dig it?"
	With what went on the last night and the afternoon of today I
couldn't believe this was real.  It had to be one of my dreams.  It had to
be; and if it is a dream, why not enjoy it and do everything I've ever
thought about with another man, I reasoned.
	"Deal."
	Alejandro's hand squeezed my shoulder again and then dropped it
slowly down my arm, then to my waist where the wet towel was still snugly
in place.
	"I do have to see what I'm going to fool around with, man , if you
don't mind.  Why don't I just help you with this and take a little peek?"
	His hand moved down across the front of the towel where my
throbbing cock had already created a little tent of its own.  He smiled as
he hesitated there for a minute as though actually measuring the length of
what lay behind it.
	"Hmmmm, let me see here. I'm going to guess 9, no 10 inches.  Am I
right, Gringo?"  His following smile was captivating.
	I returned his smile now fully anticipating the next move.
	After a few more measures his fingers latched on to the rib of the
forward flap of the towel near the top around my waist and pulled it until
the tucked-in end unraveled.  With it all the air in my lungs came out and
I struggled for the next breath.
	The bottom flap immediately fell loosely to the ground.  The front
flap still covered my waist but barely as the now hard dick below pushed it
out as far as it would go. "OK, let me see this giant, Mexicano killer of a
monster."
	 He flipped the towel hanging over my waist up fully exposing me to
his searching eyes.
	"Holy tamales, Compadre!  Let me get the light on this thing.  I
can't believe the size of it.  Never have i seen something like this."
	I wondered if he was teasing or kidding around.  His broad, bright
smile intended to tell me he was kidding around, but not intended to
embarrass me.
	He searched around his pack for a small, thin penlight and clicked
it on. He aimed the narrow beam of light right on my crotch.  I wanted to
wither in front of him and in fact, that is exactly what happened to my
once hard dick.  The blood now seemed to rushing out as fast as it was
earlier rushing in.
	"Oh my gosh, we have scared the monster away.  Well, we will let
him rest for now, but not for too long. I have plans for him!"  He leaned
closer to my shriveled cock speaking to it as though it had ears to hear,
"You hear me little one.  I am not done with you yet tonight.  We are going
to meet in the arena, you and me and have it out."
	 Alejandro completely uninhibited nature and freedom to be who he
wanted charmed me all the more that it consequently put me more at ease.  I
smiled, wondering what was about to happen.
	"But first I need to pump some more juice into you so you can stand
up like a man and fight me."
	  Casually he began rubbing his hand along my lower abdomen,
slowly.  Each sweep across my stomach caused my muscles to contract and
then relax until he swept across them again.  Repeatedly he played this
game and his smile indicated his enjoyment over making the muscles spasm at
his urging.  I had not even begun my exploration and he was already having
some fun with me.  He then reached down and grabbed my soft organ fully in
his calloused hand sending a bolt of lightening though my spine. I arched
in response and could feel the blood returning to the "little monster".
	Gaining my senses, I stared over at his body as though he were
present at Christmas to be unwrapped while he continued his own games with
me.  The loose, silk boxers hung over his waist with the tell tale tent of
its own.  It told on him as well, as his sizable organ was pressing hard
for room.  I propped my head up on my lower arm and used the other to begin
my comparison of this Spanish Conquistador with the football player of last
night.  His body was much more compact, but the muscle structure and beauty
of their curves and symmetry excited everything within me.  As I lowered my
hand to his chest I could hardly control my breathing.  It frustrated me
that I acted like such an amateur, so inexperienced.  In my dreams, I was
in command, a competent lover.  Here I hesitated and fumbled through the
opening touches.
	I sighed outright as my palm skimmed along his chest and
abdomen. His skin was so smooth and tight.  There was no hair anywhere to
be found. What lay underneath his silk shorts protecting his most delicate
organ, the objects of my interest for the night, was yet to be seen. My
mind replayed pictures of his from when we skinny dipped earlier in the
afternoon.  I could remember what was under there and I couldn't wait to
get to it.
	For the time being I enjoyed the same games with his dark nipples
that I had played with Kirk the night before and drank in each muscle's
form and placement on his chest and stomach. While he had already been
fingering and squeezing my dick I was still enjoying the masculine strength
of his chest, abdomen and arms. What Alejandro was doing to me was building
swiftly in my gut and though I could of spent much more time tracing the
veins and lines of his well muscled body, I felt the need to do for him
what I was feeling.
	My hand slid downward from Alejandro's chest across his abdomen
down to the rib of his shorts.  Without stopping, my hand slid up and on to
the throbbing bull that lay inside.  Slowly I moved my hand along its
curvature and down to the crotch to the extent that my hand would stretch,
rubbing against the silk cloth. The silk was cool to my hands and was so
thin I could feel with great precision what was swelling behind it.
	I scooted down further so my hand would reach even more.
	"Hey, man, instead of moving down, why not turn around?  Then we
both can have some fun."
	I knew this to be a "69" and had played out the excitement in my
mind, but had never done so.  Without a second thought I swung my body
around so that I was in perfect position.  Alejandro turned on his side as
well putting the silk shorts directly in front of my hands and eyes, just
what I needed. While I understood what could and should happen in this
position for both of us, it didn't become real until a bolt of excitement
shot through my abdomen and legs contracting every muscle as Alejandro
began playing with my dick now fully available to him.  The few seconds or
minutes of ecstatic excitement that his touch brought to me felt like
hours.  I had lost touch completely with what stared me in the face as all
of my bodily nerves and senses were now focused on each touch of
Alejandro's hand across my now throbbing dick.  Just a minute ago I was
embarrassingly soft and now my cock bulged and ached for relief.  Each of
his touches rapidly brought me closer to pumping all the juice within me.
	"Hey, you're going to get me off before I even get started.  Better
slow down." I suggested in between gasps.
	"Hey, man, have at it. Once you let go, then I get to play around
with a much tamer monster and I enjoy the challenge of bringing the little
guy back to life.  Besides, we have all night, Gringo."
	With that he resumed his squeezing and probing.
	I wanted desperately to begin my own playtime, but the urge he was
building was taking center stage more than I could control.
	"I'm cumming! I can't stop it.t.t.t.t.t.t.t.t.t.!"
	"Al right Gringo, let her go!"
	 My body straightened out like a board and my hip began to thrust
forward as though pushing into some invisible receptacle.
	Alejandro didn't let up.  He continued to stroke and play with the
tip of my dick while at the same time stroking my balls gently.
	"A-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!"  The surge swept through me demanding an
immediate exit.  The first contraction and I waited to feel the fluid
behind it. What I hadn't realized was that Alejandro had pinched off the
base of my dick after the first jolt just enough to close off the escape
for the rest. My whole body centered on expelling the load deep within.  As
I began to contract and the surge began, it was stopped cold where he had
closed off the exit.  This feeling was brand new to me.
	"What are you doing?" I managed to grunt through my teeth as I
continued to strain to find relief.
	"Enjoy, Gringo. Enjoy!"
	The pain of the pressure building deep in the canal entrance
accentuated every feeling within causing my body to arch tighter and higher
looking for some relief. Finding none, I arched again tightening every
muscle, gritting my teeth and straining for release. The pain had been
transformed into pure enjoyment as the lack of immediate exit caused the
contractions to go on for ever it seemed.  I was in an arousal state I had
never before been.  My body continued to tighten and release over and over
wanting to finally spew my sperm but not wanting to stop the multiple
contraction.
	When my body could take no more and the contractions ceased, I
collapsed fully along the floor of the tent at the mercy of my tormentor.
Alejandro still had not released his hold on my now highly sensitive dick
and his fingers were also tickling the fuzz on my two balls below.  Though
exhausted I would have done anything to keep him right there doing what he
was doing and yet I had to feel the surge finally through my throbbing cock
of the trapped fluid.
	Before I could catch my breath, my Mexican stud moved close enough
to enclose my dick in his mouth.  The feel of the his warm, moist mouth
re-ignited the senses that had subsided. I looked down as he began to suck
on carefully licking the tip and the sides as if it were a cold ice cream
cone on a warm summer's night. His tongue scraped along the tip, encircled
the head a few times paying close attention to the protruding ridges and
then, finally, created a strong suction with his lips around the tip of my
cock.  Finally, he released his grip at the base.  I could feel a virtual
flood of cum shooting in a steady stream forward to his mouth.  The stream
shot fully into his mouth and when it subsided the suction drew in every
last drop of the fluid to its demise.  I pressed forward some as I felt the
fluid course through my canal enjoying every second of what he had caused
me to feel.  It was pure sex.  If nothing else happened that night, he had
taught me something that I would enjoy for years.
	I began to soften immediately as that was the third time that day I
had shot my wad.
	"I'm going to let my little compadre rest so that he will soften a
little more before I enjoy another lick. I do enjoy a soft gringosicle." He
smiled down at me. "I'm wondering what you have in mind for me, my friend."
	With that, Alejandro relaxed.  I knew I had his permission to fully
explore what lay below the blue silk shorts.  I tugged at the elastic
waistband until I could see his full crop of pubic hair.  I continue to
yank a little at a time until I could make out the base of a tick brown rod
pulsating below. Alejandro lifted his waist and I and tossed the shorts
aside relaxing my hand to explore what I had just uncovered.  Here lay
again a beautifully formed mass of muscle, blood and sex anxious for me to
experiment and after what I had just experienced I wanted to provide him
just as much satisfaction.
	I lay next to him with my head on the wet towel so my eyes were
looking directly at his uncut meat mass inches away from me. It pointed
downward some from its weight but throbbing as though dancing to its own
Mexican beat in mid air.  Behind it was outlined by a dual-globe skin
container hanging in place against the muscular upper thigh extending out
past my head.  I stared momentarily at the added delight of its dark color
and heavy skin completely enclosing its stubby head.  Without much light,
though I had to strain to see.
	"Here, Gringo.  Use this."
	In his hand was the small slim flashlight. He tossed it down to me
and I took it appreciatively.  I really wanted a clear view of this
wonderful playground before me.  I wanted to see every crook and cranny ,
every vein and wrinkle of fresh Mexican skin.
	 I put it to work instantly as I got my first clear look of what
lay before me.  I was immediately engrossed in the bright clear vision I
now had of this monstrous tube of meat. What a wonderful toy. It was dark
brown and heavy with loose skin.  The ridge running along the underside was
crisscrossed with beautiful skinny blue fingers.  At it thickest point, the
head pressed against its flabby covering as though demanding to be let
loose, to be seen.
	With my head resting on both my wet towel for a pillow and my arm
underneath, I bent it at the elbow so that I could train the light on
anything that interested me, and it all interested me.  His balls were some
what smaller than Kirk's but were of a size that I could hold both of them
together in my hand.  The skin was wrinkled and loose showing his
maturity. They were truly like velvet jewels to the touch.  My fingers ran
up and down the curved sac feeling the hair and cool loose skin kneading
them gently in my palm wanting to get closer to smell and kiss each one as
a witness of my affection for their beauty.  I squeezed folds of his skin
in between my fingers as my palm gently juggled the two walnut size balls.
They were a joy to hold and work with.
	Alejandro had begun running finger from the back of my balls to my
butt hole and it was feeling intense, exciting nerves I had never felt
before.  With each movement, my body responded with a twitch or small
thrust.  Surely it would do the same for him.  I duplicated every move he
made with his finger and his body responded in kind I moved closer to his
crotch so as to view this new part of his body with my light. I pressed my
head as far into his crotch as I could with my head now on nearly resting
on his inner thigh , my mouth inches from his two beautiful globes, hoping
that would be all right.  I trained the light on his backside so I could
see clearly what was bringing me so much pleasure with his finger. The
light provided a fascinating view of the little hole tightening and then
relaxing as my finger explored on and around it.  It fascinated me as I
looked for new ways to tease it.  The more time I spent at the hole, the
more time Alejandro spent on mine.  Each of us traced around the other's
rim and both of us in unison experienced the exhilarating feelings sweeping
over us.  Gently I pushed my finger against his soft, pliable hole testing
its determination to keep my finger out.  Each time I met determined
resistance at first, and then the muscles relaxed as though I now had an
offer to come inside.  Having just come out of the lake, we were both clean
which added to the enjoyment of the exploration.  The brown coffee color
skin itself was a turn on to me and each little crevice and variance in
that color caught my eyes immediately.  The muscle tightly closed over this
new place of entertainment.  After a few stabs at entering and meeting with
resistance, my finger now found very little.  In fact, the muscle allowed
my finger to pull it back and push past it with some ease.  My hold on the
other hand kept tightening with each probe by my dark lover.
	"Relax, little one, No one is going to hurt you tonight."  he said
to my butt, though I knew he was talking to me.
		I learned too to relax as his finger pushed and prodded my
small hole.  At first always the resistance and refusal, then with some
concentration relaxation and finally opportunity for his finger.  The game
went on for several minutes until had one finger securely stuffed into the
other's hole exploring a little bit inside just past the muscular ring.  I
didn't think it could offer any enjoyment, but following Alejandro's lead I
enjoyed and helped him enjoy a light massage and teasing the heck out of my
sphincter muscle.
	All of the exploration at his hole was a wonderful distraction, but
I needed to fully enjoy that inviting rod of flesh inches from my face.  I
moved back one more time to gain the best advantage to see what I was about
to tackle while Alejandro continued to explore my bottom hole.
	Using the light from the flashlight, I slowly inched up and down
this perfect tool, I drank in all there was to see.  It was long, dark and
handsome to be sure.  The skin covering its head puckered at the front with
plenty to spare.  Even as swollen as it was, the uncut skin guarded well
the entrance to the knobby head. With my free hand I gently encircled the
rod just to savor the first feel of its dimension and hardness.  I
carefully released my grip and inched a little further down its length and
repeated the examination several times until every inch of the fascinating
thing had been measured and tested for length and strength.  I paid closer
attention to the swelling beneath the folds of skins near the front knowing
what lay beneath and with careful placement of my thumb and forefinger on
either side of the knobby bulge I gave a slow but firm constant squeeze
knowing that it would force the blood out of the porous skin.  It was pure
joy to could feel it stretch back out to its full, round size.  The feel of
it growing and my control over it were exhilarating.
	"Oh, Man, where did you learn that little maneuver?  That feels
great.  You do that many more times, and I'm gonna lose it, man.  Know what
I mean?"
	Alejandro's voice scared me and I instinctively jumped like a
little boy having been caught doing something naughty.
	"Hey, man, its cool.  Just don't stop until I can't stand it any
more or until I either adjust to that feel or I lose it all over your face,
man."
	With his permission, I went back to my dissection of the specimen
of throbbing Mexican meat inches from my eyes and mouth.  I trained the
flashlight on the hood that protected his bulbous lump from my full
inspection.  The skin was so wonderfully stretched over the swollen cock
that just taking the time to watch it beat to its own master was causing my
own dick to come back to life again after the short rest.
	It was time to examine the inside as I gently spread the pouting
lip of skin and stuck the tip of my finger through the hole.  My dick
swelled faster as the feeling my my finger tip exploring his uncut cock
took over my senses.  It felt so good, warm and inviting.  I would put my
whole body up in there were it possible.  I loved the natural feel.
	Next, I pulled out my finger tip and put the overlapping mass
between my fingers and pulled forward to gauge how much give was still
available for play.  As I suspected just by looking there was still some
flexibility and length to it.
	 My breathing had quickened as did my pulse causing even more
discomfort below. I quickly reached down to give my own dick a hard squeeze
to try to deaden the nerves which worked for a while.
	"Hey! Leave that little guy alone.  I will tend to him.  You
concentrate on your own little toy, man."
	It amazed me that the Mexican was so at ease with what we were
doing. I envied his casual approach to having this kind of fun.
		The temptation to explore the inner recesses of this
extraordinary living pole again before me could no longer be resisted.
Before I did, I had a devilish idea. I felt the end of the narrow
flashlight.  It felt cool to the touch.  I lifted it to the opening of the
pouting lips, I stretched the lips again enough to get at the inside once
again.  This time I poked the flashlight just inside so that it illuminated
the interiors.  The orange light illustrated each vein and wrinkle along
the skin surface giving it a marvelous halo of warmth.  My eyes drank in
its beauty from the inside out. I marveled at the experiment.
	"Hey man, be careful there.  Don't go too crazy on me."
	I removed the light quickly thinking I had gone too far then
settled once again for a personal inspection of what lay beneath the folds
of skin. Carefully I positioned the loose skin's opening so that my index
finger could again begin to worm its way in.  I ran just the very tip of my
finger around the ridge of the opening trying to sense any differences.  It
felt so good and was so exciting. Just holding the tip of my finger in the
meaty hole itself overloaded my senses.  The feel of his dick skin
encircling my finger was incredible and I just couldn't withdraw it.
	My dick hardened and grew.  The urge to expel another load of cum
began its march forward but I want not going to let loose of my Mexican
Bandido. Either it would come or linger but I wanted to feel more of a
Alejandro's magnificent skin covered animal.
	"I think I'm just about ready again, Alejandro.  Better lay off for
a while."
	"now, now little buddy, you worry about what is in your hot little
hands, and let me worry about what I am getting read to put in my hot
little mouth."
	With that I felt his lips close around my cock and then his tongue
began to wash its captive from front to rear and side to side paying close
attention to the curved ridges that sprouted out from my head.
	The urge strengthened until I was ready to spit out whatever boy
juice was left inside me.  As the first contraction struck, I felt again
pressure at the base of my dick and knew immediately that he was playing
his little game this time while his mouth was already playing with my dick.
Once again the fluid was dammed up and its release blocked.  Still
sensitive from the last episode of cumming every nerve in my body screamed
for a release.  Again my body straightened and then bucked looking for an
escape from his hands. My waist strained forward as though that would break
Alejandro's strangle hold.  Every muscle in my body seemed to want to add
its strength to help push the fluid forward, sharpening the feelings of the
deep contractions even further.  At last a second collapse as my body
melted onto the tent floor. As I caught my breath a second time Alejandro's
lips folded around my throbbing head creating an air tight suction.  I
hoped that would signal the release of his grip as before and allow me to
spill what had collected in his waiting trap.
	This time, though, he wanted to play some.  In fact, he lingered as
he used his other hand to massage my balls while his tongue took long,
thirsty sweeps across the tip of my aching dick while keep the suction
strong.  Each lick seemed intent on activating each nerve, in turn causing
my already strained thighs and abdomen muscles to tighten and relax in
reflex.  Once again the choice was between the delicious pain of the
captured cum in my gut or the exquisite torture of his tongue brushing and
probing the tip of my sore, but willing dick.
	 After a sufficient time of play, he released the pressure and,
though less than the first amount, I could feel the free flow of the last
bit of cream escaping into his waiting mouth.
	Every part of my dick and now my balls were sore from the wonderful
abuse.  Each touch for the next few seconds was both magnified and numbing
as he continued to minister to my much smaller organ.  There was no choice
now as the blood flowed out from having done its duty once again leaving it
soft and embarrassingly small.
	"I think my gringosicle is finally soft enough to play with."  With
a little adjustment of his head I could feel him begin bathing my dick
being with his moist tongue, swishing it around and flipping it as though a
rag doll. Occasionally his head would press forward so that his nose
pressed against my swollen balls so that he could draw in the full length
of my beaten slab of meat.  Again I wondered if this could all be a dream
as I glanced down at this fine looking Mexican sucking and playing with my
organ as a kitten with a ball of string.
	I turned to my own point of pleasure again though somewhat
exhausted now as it bounced in front of me.  I held the light so I could
watch as my finger trace again the inside of the skin sheath a final time.
Slowly I pushed further in until my finger tip pressed against the smooth,
rounded surface of crown hidden beneath.  I watched this rock hard piece of
flesh stiffen more as my finger delved deeper into the recess of its
opening.  I could feel the tell tale slit across the top of this mound and
the throbbing caused by his quickening heart beat.  Occasionally Alejandro
sighed as I continued to work on the brown lizard.  I moved my hand into
position so that I could hold on to his dick while poking and prodding its
puckering lip.  Though I thought it could grow no more, the throbbing I
felt in my hands was having its effect.  The flesh was thickening around
the middle and stretching out further from its base.  As it di so, the hood
of skin to begin stretching back as well along the ridges of its tip
dilating and exposing what lay beneath.
	Unable to resist any longer, I pulled back the skin completely,
stretching back the skin hood to get my first look at what lay beneath.  As
the skin widened, the flashlight reflected off a perfectly formed head,
darker in color, but so appetizing in appearance and form.  I truly admired
the male form and half my enjoyment was to marvel at its structure and
symmetry.  My head moved forward almost on its own as though pushed toward
its waiting prize.  I brought the skin forward again watching the puffy
head hide beneath its cover.  The game was on. I found pure pleasure in
moving the skin up and down the solid shaft, watching the rounded spear
head appear and then disappear.  Alejandro's moans were becoming more
noticeable and his attention to my dick had all but ceased.  All that
remained of his attention was the occasion squeeze of the swollen ball sac.
He was feeling everything I was doing.  I now had his attention.  Ideas
began to form in my mind and I inwardly delighted in my control now over
what he would experience and when he would experience it.
	Knowing that the forward and back sliding motion would force a
quicker than needed response, I eased up, instead looking for more ways to
prolong his first ejaculation until I was fully ready to allow it.  I slid
my hand up the substantial length of the pole until the skin once more in
place.  I fingered the loose skin for a short time allowing his to relax.
I breathed in deeply testing the air for the unmistakable smell of sex
coming from his body.
	It was time for more fun. Using my hand, I brought the mouth of his
skin covered dick even with my lips and opened my mouth slightly.  My lips
touched the hole of skin leaving me breathless.  The uncut skin was so soft
and hot.  I swept it across each lip feeling its softness.  He moaned with
each movement.  Again I stopped allowing the sensation to subside enough so
that I could drive it to the brink one more time.  After a few seconds
passed and I saw his muscles relax some, I again grabbed the base of his
cock and forced it stand attention before me. As the hot Mexican began to
sweat, the odor of his body filled my nostrils.  It was intoxicating and I
took in large drafts of his smell. I brought my nose down to the two balls
hanging in their skins sac and put my nose into their nest and breathed in.
The aroma was strong and powerful.  My own desire was now firing again and
I intended to finish this time.
	I opened my mouth and tightened my lips on the pouting skin and
sucked on it like a baby on its mother's tit.  Alejandro arched toward me.
I opened my lips as he arched again and allowed him to push the bulbous
head into my mouth but allowed no more.  My lips massaged the crown beneath
the skins until I had worked back the uncut skin over its master to expose
that beautiful dark head.  My tongue then freely ran across the head and
scrubbed its ridge and tickled the sensitive V on the underside. Alejandro
groaned with pleasure as my tongue bathed the hot dick now in my control.
	"Oh, man, I can't stand this and pay attention to you too.  I'm
going to just lay here and let you have at it, man.  I'll take care of you
later."
	With that he laid flat on his back.  Seeing my own opportunity to
move, I switched around completely opposite and laid my head on his firm
stomach with his dick staring me in the eye.  I began a course of licking
and sucking the massive steak knowing he was close to firing off.  With my
hand, I massaged his nuts. I felt in complete control.
	I adjusted my head and inched further on his hard stomach muscles
until his cock naturally just rested into my mouth. I puckered my lips and
tugged once again at the loose skin.  My hand tickled beneath his nuts
while my tongue attended to the cock that laid at my mercy.  The taste of
his sweat and hormones pushing through his pores made me dizzy with desire
and need.  I would have taken all of the inches inside if I could, but felt
it was just too much.  Besides, the throbbing head, its crown-like ridges
were the main attraction for me and I wanted to pay my deepest respects to
what Alejandro owned.
	After a few more minutes I tried to take in a few more inches of
his engorged dick.  It felt so natural in my mouth. I would have fought
anyone wanting to take it away from me right then.  I had to feel its
warmth, smell its strong musky odor and taste it salty flavor.  Alejandro
was straining more and more. We both knew his explosion was going to happen
at any moment. A few more times I stopped as he neared release and let the
feeling subside then brought him to the brink again. Each time the thrusts
of his waist were stronger and his moans expressed his desperate need for
closure.
	The time had come to let everything go.  I fully pulled back the
skin and clamped my lips over top of the meaty crown.  I placed my hand at
the base and began to work the skin up and down the shaft.  With each
movement his back arched higher as thought he could force more in my mouth.
His free hand propped itself against the back of my head to keep my mouth
in place.  As he raised in the air, I raised with him.  My fingers on his
base picked up the first dry contraction and then I squeezed hard.  I dared
even a drop to come out before I let it.  Alejandro bucked up and down like
a raging bull hoping to throw me off but I held on both at the base with my
strangle hold and to his dick with my mouth.  This rodeo buckaroo was going
to ride the full 8 seconds or however long it took to tame this Mexican
stud horse.  The flashlight had long been flung aside as his free hand
clenched the air while the other continued to unconsciously press my head
down hoping I would take in more.  Finally the contractions stopped and I
was still in command of when I would release the millions of captive sperm
stuck behind my dam.  Alejandro collapsed on the floor as I had done two
times previously.
	"Oh, man, you learn quick compadre.  Won't you please let me
finish?  I am begging you, my friend to let up on those fingers."
	The words were sweet, but I still had a little more fun in mind
with my tongue and the stretched and swollen head.
	"In a minute, man.  Just a couple more licks of this
Mexicalisicle."  I grinned as I said it.  His head on my head rubbed
through my hair passionately with a feel of complete submission.  My tongue
stroked his super sensitive head a few more times enjoying a few drops of
pre-cum that had escaped before my fingers stopped the escape.
	"Are you ready, Senior?"
	"Oh, si, Man, si.  I am begging you."
	Imagining the flood to come, I prepared to receive all I could in
my mouth and then let loose of the base.  What came out went well past my
highest estimated of contents.  A steady, thick stream poured through the
canal and flooded my mouth.  What I could swallow, I did.  Still some
escaped and dribbled out my cheek and onto his stomach.
	"OH, man that was glorious.  You learn quick little gringo."
	That word meant everything to me as I leaned back from the
softening dick and licked up what had escaped onto his stomach.  I then
moved back into place again and using my hand, I placed the dick back into
my mouth and continued massaging the head while my fingers milked the canal
underside.
	"Remember, Mexican, you promised me another suck tonight."
	"I know, and I am a man of my word.  Let me rest for a short time
and I will give you the suck of your young life.  But right now let's rest,
`ey?"
	The night went on until both of us were too tired to stay awake
alternating sucking and fingering each other.  Eventually I fell asleep
curled up next to him with my resting my head on his stomach and his
finally softened dick safely nestled in between my lips and tongue and my
hand closed around his balls.  His hand rested on my head until I could no
longer feel it.  We fell asleep completely exhausted.
	The rest of the week was blur of excitement to the point of utter
exhaustion.  The order of the Arrow had accepted me in every way possible.
Full approval and kinship were afforded me as the new member.
	As the years passed, there were many campouts and many young
members inducted into the group.  Each one handled the initiation
differently, but most, like me, found it to be a welcomed opportunity for
experimentation and fun.  Kirk went on to other things the next year.
Dekown took over as leader of the pack and then Alejandro and finally me.
I stayed until I was 19 and had stayed in as long as possible earning every
merit badge possible.  If there had been one for sex, I would have earned a
shirt full of them as would all of the members of our pack.
	At 21, I decided to begin my own troop and set up the initiation
experience for the first members of our OA.  The tradition has lived on for
many years now.  After all, "Boys will be boys."