Date: Sun, 14 Oct 2001 19:04:19 +0100
From: StuBater
Subject: Camp With Jason

Jason was a friend of mine from school and was also in the same scout
troop as me.  Like me he was 15 years old, was about 5'8" tall,
swimmers build with short dark hair and really beautiful face.  You
know the kind of face, one that has acquired some of the strength of a
mans face but still has some of that boyish softness the combination
of which means I can look at it all day and dream.

We were good friends and we had talked about many things including
girls and sex and had admitted to each other that we each wanked
whenever we could.  So far though, we had never done anything together
despite how much I fancied him, but all that was to change when we
went to scout camp.

The troop arrived at the site in the afternoon and we spent the rest
of the day setting up camp and settling in.  Jason had been allocated
as my tent partner and we were to share a small two man hiking tent.
We pitched the tent and then set out our bedding inside it.

After cooking a meal on the open fire we built and playing a wide game
in the evening all the boys were sent to their beds for the night.
Jason and I prepared for bed and as there wasn't very much room in the
tent it was easier for us to change one at a time and I let Jason go
first.

As he undressed I surepticiously watched and felt myself growing hard
as his shirt came off to expose his flat, hard stomach and nicely
defined chest.  That was followed by his trousers, exposing strong
legs with a light dusting of black hair.  Finally he pulled down his
boxers to expose a very well proportioned cock nestled in a neat patch
of pubic hair with just the first traces of a treasure trail going up
to his navel.  Like me he was uncut so I couldn't see the head itself,
but I could see the ridge the rim of his head made in his fore skin.
I wondered if it was my imagination of whether he was slightly hard
too.

To my surprise he didn't put a new pair of boxers on but climbed into
his sleeping bag just as he was.  I think me must have noticed the
surprise on my face because he asked me if minded him sleeping nude.

"No, I sleep nude myself", I said, which was partly true because
sometimes I did and this was going to be one of those times.

I stripped off my own clothes and quickly got into my sleeping bag.  I
wasn't completely hard yet but I was hard enough that I was worried he
would notice.  We chatted for a little while and then decided we ought
to go to sleep.  I lie there trying to relax my breathing so I would
go to sleep but for some reason it wasn't working.  Whether it was
because of the excitement of camp, the heat in my sleeping bag or
because I hadn't had my usually nightly wank I don't know, but I
seemed to lie there ages without getting any nearer to sleep.

Any chance of sleep was quickly scuppered when I heard the sound of
him slowly unzipping his sleeping bag.  When he got the zip down far
enough he peeled back the top of the sleeping bag to reveal his hot
body and a very stiff cock!  His hand drifted down to his cock and
slowly he began to wank it, taking long luxurious stokes.  I guess my
relaxed breathing must have made him think I was asleep but I was
having trouble staying relaxed now.  Watching him stroke his cock like
that was making me very excited and I was rock hard.  I slowly put my
hand down and fondled my own cock as I watched him stroke his.

Jason didn't seem to look my way; he was concentrating too much on
what he was doing so I was able to watch quite openly.  Gradually he
speeded up his action and seemed to be getting much more into it.  As
he started to get close to cumming I could almost feel the same
tension in me as I knew just what he was feeling.  Just as I though he
was about to cum though, he slowed down again.  He repeated this
several times and each time he got close I got even more excited.  At
last he went all the way and I watched mesmerized as five or six
beautiful, thick spurts of his hot, white cum surged out of his cock
to land on his chest and belly, followed by the little spurts that ran
down his hand and into his pubes.

When he finished I took one last look at his cum covered body,
noticing cum was everywhere from his nipples down to some that had
landed on the beginnings of his treasure trail and, of course, the
dribbles that had run into his pubes.  After that I quickly shut my
eyes in case he should look in my direction, only to open them to a
tiny slit a minute or so later to see him wiping up his cum with his
used boxers.  A few minutes later I heard him zip up his sleeping bag
and his breathing seemed to settle down.

I was still incredibly hard and was dying for a wank, so I left it long
enough that I was sure he was asleep and then upzipped my own sleeping
bag as he had done and started wanking.  Even stopping a couple of
times like Jason did it didn't take me long to get my own orgasm and
before long I was firing my own wad and feeling the most incredible
release.  As I felt my own hot cum landing first on my chin and round
my collar bone, then further down my chest and eventually on my belly,
I imagined it was Jason's cum that was splashing against me.

As my orgasm finally faded I looked down and was surprised how much
cum I'd shot.  When I first started making spunk when I was 12 years
old there was just a little and it used to ooze out.  Now I was 15 I
usually shot quite a lot but this load was even bigger than usual.  I
quickly ran my hand though my cum, massaging it into my skin while it
was till warm, then wiped up the excess with my boxers.  Then I zipped
up my sleeping bag and finally got to sleep.

In the morning we were to go rafting on some white water nearby but it
wasn't within easy walking distance of the camp site so we were taken
by bus.  Jason and I managed to get a seat somewhere towards the back
and began to chat.  When the bus had started moving and the noise of
the engine would ensure that we were not overhead Jason startled me
with a question:

"Did you enjoy your wank last night?  It looked pretty intense."

"Shit I though you were asleep", I replied, blushing at the same time.

"No way!", he said.  "After I saw how intently you were watching me
wank I knew you would soon do it too so I pretended to sleep so I
could watch you."

This was weird but I was beginning to feel bolder so I asked him if
he enjoyed what he saw.

"Is the pope Catholic?" he replied.

"I enjoyed watching you too", I said, "It was cool to see another guy
cum - you certainly seemed to shoot a lot!".

"Not as much as you", he replied, "you sprayed it out like a fire hose
and I was surprised when I saw you rub it in afterwards".

"Well", I said, "I don't always shoot that much, or that hard - only
when I have had someone really turn me on."

"I'm getting turned on now", said Jason, "I'm going to need a wank soon."

"Me too, I'm hard and as rock", I quickly responded.

"Wanna do it together, here on the bus; I mean do each other", was the
unexpected reply from Jason.  It caught my imagination though and it
didn't take me long to say:

"Yes, do you think we can do it without getting caught."

"No problem", he replied, "we'll do it under our fleeces - no one will
know."

So, we both put our fleeces on our laps and then reached a hand over
to each other's crotches.  I could feel the hard outline of his potent
young cock as it pushed the fabric of his trousers to the limit.  I
stroked it slowly through his trousers at first as I felt with delight
that he was doing the same to me.

"Unzip me, and get it out", he said and of course I was quick to
oblige.  His cock felt so good in my hand, like a rod of iron on the
inside but with a velvet soft coating on the outside.  Meanwhile he
was struggling with my zip so I helped him out by undoing that and
also the top button of my trousers so he could have some room to work.
It was well worthwhile as he was soon doing wonders with my cock and
soon I was feeling the excitement of getting close to cumming while at
the same time Jason's cock was getting even bigger, even harder in my
hand and I knew he was close too.  Then I had a panic thought:

"Where are we going to shoot our cum", I said, "we don't want to make
a mess and make it obvious what we were doing."  While I was waiting
for him to reply I was thinking that if we sucked each other there
would be no mess, but that wasn't very practical here on the bus.
Maybe some other time, I thought.

"Let's stick them back in our underwear at the last minute and let
them soak it up", he finally replied and I though this was the best
plan.  By now we'd come back from the edge of orgasm while we were
thinking but it didn't take much stroking to get back up there and
before long I heard Jason whisper:

"I'm getting close.  Get ready to put it back in when I say now."

Hearing this brought me pretty close myself and I whispered back to him:

"Me too.", but as I was saying it I could feel Jason's cock getting
really big and hard and he quickly whispered:

"Now!" into my ear.  I shoved his cock back into his boxers and in a
moment's inspiration carried on wanking him with my thumb, ring and
little fingers so my middle and index fingers could curl over the
head.  It worked and in less than a second I was treated to the
feeling of his hot, creamy cum spraying against my fingers and this
was enough to put me over the edge too.

"Now!" I said and he quickly put my cock back in my boxers just in
time for me to totally soak them with cum.  As soon as his orgasm had
finished I lifted my cum covered fingers to my nose.  I smelled the
strong smell of cum and then tentatively licked one of them.  It was
salty but quite a nice taste and before long I had licked them clean.

"I can't wait to do that again" I said to Jason and it didn't take
long for him to reply with the inevitable:

"Me too!"