Date: Sat, 29 Sep 2001 17:08:23 EDT
From: Bob1238927@aol.com
Subject: The Scoutmaster

It was the first day of a weeklong camping trip.  I was 14.  I wasn't a
particularly good scout, so I wondered about the attention the scoutmaster
was paying me.  Kurt was in his mid-twenties, tall, athletic build, black
hair and blue eyes.  I was still a scrawny kid, rather naive about sex.  I
had my first wet dream about a year earlier and masturbated seldom.  I was
an altar boy, and the priest said that was a mortal sin.

We had to hike to the campsite, which was located on a lake.  After a hard
day, we looked forward to a good swim after we pitched our tents.  The boys
were assigned two to a tent in alphabetical order.  My name was last on the
list and we had an odd number-- so I didn't have a tent-mate.  Then Kurt
said I could stay in his tent.

He seemed to make every attempt to be close to me and to touch me.  He got
bolder when we were in the water and grabbed my ass with his hand.  I felt
a little weird about it, but deep down appreciated the male attention which
I didn't get at home.  One time the back of his hand brushed my cock, but I
assumed that was accidental.  If it was a sin to touch your own cock, how
serious must it be to touch another's!  I had heard about gays, but figured
that even if Kurt was one, he certainly wouldn't be interested in a kid.

We cooked a meal on the fire and were soon ready for bed.  It was still hot
at night, so we slept in our jockeys on top of our sleeping bags.  I slept
like a rock.  I awoke to hear Kurt outside making a fire.  I felt some
sticky stuff on the back of my jockeys, but figured it must have been a bug
or something.

Later we were in the lake and Kurt was teaching us how to overturn a canoe.
At one point I felt him pressing against me and something hard against my
butt.  I made a strange mental association.  I knew that when I got hard at
night sticky stuff came out. I wondered, Did Kurt have a wet dream on my
jockeys?

After another strenuous day, I fell asleep quickly like the rest of the
boys.  Much later I was having a dream about this girl I had a crush on.
It seemed I was getting very hard in my jockeys.  Then I felt my penis
coming out into the air and then a feeling of wetness.  Was I having a wet
dream?  No, it felt better than that.  I felt pressure on my penis and
heard sounds like slurping.  I opened my eyes and saw a figure in the dim
light that had to be Kurt.  I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.  I
felt all kinds of incredible sensations.  Was that his tongue flicking all
around the head of my cock?  Then this feeling of being sucked into the
wetness.  Did Kurt have my cock in his mouth?  That must be a sin.  Should
I tell him to stop?  Would I get in trouble if I did?.  Then I knew I could
never tell him to stop.  I never felt anything so wonderful.  I could hear
him moaning softly as he sucked me deeper and deeper into his throat.  My
heart was pounding in my chest and I felt sweat all over my body.  Then I
exploded and felt his mouth and tongue sucking me in, then licking me
softly as I grew soft.  Nothing as great as that feeling had ever happened
to me.  I went back to a very deep sleep.

I awoke again to the sounds of Kurt making the fire and with a major
hard-on in my jockeys.  I had all kinds of mixed feelings.  Did I sin?  Was
I gay?  But at some deep level, all I felt was a longing to feel him do it
again and a wonder about what else he might do.

He was bolder today in the lake and seemed to want to spend extra time with
the canoe exercise when he grabbed both of my ass cheeks at one point with
his hands and then pressed his hardness into me.  I felt a jolt of
electricity when he briefly grabbed my cock and balls and rubbed them
through my bathing suit. I knew I wouldn't pretend to be asleep if Kurt did
anything tonight. And I hoped he would.

It seemed like long hours before lights out came.  I took off everything
but my jockeys, lay on top of my sleeping bag, and pretended to fall right
asleep.  Just before I did I peeked at Kurt as he removed his shorts and
noticed a good bulge in his jockeys.

I hoped it wouldn't be long, and it wasn't.  I felt a tentative hand on my
thigh as Kurt whispered, "Are you awake, Bob?"  I didn't answer.  His hand
went in closer between my legs and I instinctively spread them apart a
little.  Slowly it crept up the inside of my thigh and my heart was already
racing.  He cupped my balls under the jockeys then moved up to my cock,
which was already very hard.  He gently stroked it and I moaned softly.  I
felt my jockeys being pulled down and then a tongue licking the tip of my
cock, then flicking all around the edge, then licking up and down.  Then he
sucked me deep into his throat and I was in heaven.  "Kurt," I said softly.
"He jumped and pulled away from my cock.  "Are you OK, Bob?"  "That feels
so good, please don't stop," I answered. He then attacked my cock and
sucked it harder and deeper.  I was writhing in pleasure.  I didn't last
long and soon felt big bursts of cum shooting into his throat.  It felt
even better than the night before.

Kurt licked my cock softly as he cleaned up every drop of cum.  "Does that
taste good?" I asked.  "You're the best," he said.  Then he moved up and
pressed his lips to mine.  I wasn't sure I wanted to be kissing a man, but
didn't want to hurt his feelings after what he did for me.  So I returned
the kiss.  "Taste it," he said as he opened my mouth with my tongue.  It
tasted salty and sweet and I liked it.  I liked even better the feeling of
his tongue against mine and the way he sucked it into his mouth.  I was
getting hard again.

Kurt started kissing my neck and ears and nipples and I felt all kinds of
delicious sensations.  His tongue probed my stomach and belly button, then
he went down and sucked my toes one by one.  I never knew such pleasure.
He gently turned me over and I felt him kissing and gently biting my ass
cheeks. Then he started licking my crack and I moved away.  That was too
much!  I didn't know if I had wiped myself that well down there.  But he
gently pushed me down and probed the depths of my crack and it felt too
good to resist.  When the tip of his tongue pressed against my asshole, I
bucked back against his face wanting him to stop and hoping he never would.

Kurt asked me to turn over on my side as he went to get something out of
his pack.  He quickly went back to my cock, sucking it again into his hot
mouth.  Meanwhile I felt him putting something gooey on my asshole and then
pushing his finger in.  What delightful sensations at my back and front as
he probed my ass gently and sucked me deeper.  Soon I felt two fingers and
started pressing my ass against them so they would go deeper.

"I want to fuck you, Bob," he whispered.  "No," I protested, "that would
hurt!"  "Only for a little," he replied, "then it will feel really good."
"Promise?" I asked.  "I promise."  He turned me on to my stomach while he
continued to finger my ass.  Even though the finger felt good I was afraid
of what was ahead.  But I realized that Kurt needed to cum and I wanted to
please him.  I felt him get between my legs and spread my cheeks apart.
Then the tip of his cock probed my opening.  He pushed in slightly and it
hurt like hell.  "Just wait, Bob.  The pain will stop."  And it did,
somewhat.  "I'm going to come in some more," he said.  "You push out while
I push in."  Slowly more of his cock penetrated my ass. God, it hurt.
"Don't worry," he said, "it will get better."  He stopped pushing.  "Just
relax," he said, and waited until the pain went away.

"Are you ready for more?" he whispered.  "I think so."  He slowly entered
me all the way and stopped.  Gradually it stopped hurting.  "I want to fuck
you now, Bob.  You feel so great."  "OK," I answered, thinking how gentle
this man was.  Then he started stroking in and out, in and out and it
started feeling so fucking good and I wanted more and hissed, "harder!" and
his strokes got longer so he pulled back almost outside of me and then
jammed it all the way in and I never knew such pleasure.  Out and in, out
and in.  "Do you like it?" he whispered.  "Oh yes, fuck me Kurt."

His thrusts got faster and I felt him kissing my neck, then his hands
getting under my cock and squeezing it.  He was breathing so hard and
moaning softly with each thrust.  "I want to feel you cum," he said.  "I'm
cumming, he hissed," as I burst into his hand and felt his cock get even
bigger and then explode deep within me.  He stayed inside for a long time,
kissing my face and neck and telling me how much he loved me and how sexy I
was.  I felt a rich glow.  Here was someone who really cared for me and
gave me so much pleasure.  And I could please him!  He plopped out of me
and I could feel his wetness stream down my leg.  I turned over and we put
our arms around each other and kissed and fell asleep cradled together.

--Bob1238927@aol.com