Date: Wed, 31 Mar 2004 19:59:33 EST
From: Justin0398@aol.com
Subject: Special Secrets: Troop 166 by Justin Davis (t/t, mast, oral, anal)

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Special Secrets: Troop 166
By
Justin Davis


The main campfire had long since died down until its flames and embers
flickered and cast an eerie glow over the tents scattered around the
campsite and the small figure, dressed only in his boxer shorts, that
went from one tent to another at the Boy Scout encampment.

"Hey guys! Mr. Jacobs is asleep. We got a lotta shit goin on tonight.
We're gonna have a cum shooting contest over in the big tent. It'll cost
you two bucks to enter and James is gonna suck his own peter before the
contest. That'll cost yah a dollar," thirteen-year-old Billy Matthews,
self-appointed social chairman and budding entrepreneur of the troop
whispered, having stuck his head through the closed flap into the two-man
tent and prompting its occupants to turn on their flashlights.

"Geez! I heard he could do that but I ain't seen him do it yet,"
eleven-year-old Bobby Davis, the newest member of the troop, replied.
"Come on Roger let's go watch," he added.

"Nah! I ain't interested. I seen him do it already," his
thirteen-year-old friend Roger replied.

"What about the cum shooting contest?" Billy asked.

"James always wins," Roger said.

"Not tonight. He ain't entering the contest. You'll see why when he
sucks his peter," Billy said.

"Come on Roger let's go watch," Bobby begged his friend.

"I done seen that and I wanked off yesterday before we left. The guys
entering the damn cum contest won't have wanked for a week," Roger
replied.

"Yeah, and I can't cum yet," Billy said, then sighed.

"Betcha I know something you'll wanna do," Bobby replied, and smiled and
wiggled his eyebrows at both boys in the glare of the flashlight.

"Oh fuck! You're kiddin me?" Roger replied.

"Nope! But, it'll cost you three bucks this time," Bobby said.

"What's he talking about, Roger?" Bobby asked.

"Danny's gonna do it again," Roger said.

"Do what?" Bobby asked.

"Gonna suck peters," Roger replied.

"You're fuckin shittin me! Danny Johnson sucks peters?" Bobby exclaimed.

"Shhhhh! Not so loud," Roger replied.

"When's he gonna do it?" Bobby asked.

"After the cum shootin contest. He's gonna do it in the big tent. You
can watch but it'll cost yah three bucks if you want your peter sucked.
Five bucks for everything," Billy replied.

"Count me in for Danny and I guess I'll pay to watch James," Roger said.

"I wanna watch James and get my peter sucked," Bobby replied.

"Okay, thirty minutes, bring your flashlights and your money," Billy
said, and withdrew his head from the tent and scurried to the next one.

Since Scoutmaster Steven Jacobs was sound asleep, he had no way of
knowing or seeing the many small forms, dressed only in white briefs or
boxers, scurrying to the big tent in the dim light of the fire.

"Ouch!" Bobby exclaimed, having stepped on a rock.

"Shhhhhhhh!" Roger warned him.

Soon the two were at the main tent and they opened the flap and walked
in.

There on the floor, surrounded by twelve boys in the glare of a couple of
flashlights, sat thirteen-year-old James Anderson dressed only in his
boxers. Bobby and Roger moved closer and into the crowd of boys, now
fourteen strong with their arrival.

"Okay guys, let's have your money," Billy said.

Bobby and Roger each handed Billy a dollar that he added to the other
bills he had in his hand.

"Okay, James. That's it except for Danny. He'll be here in a little
while guys," Billy remarked, prompting snickers from some of the boys.

James reached his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and quickly
shucked them off revealing his genitals.

"Holy shit!" Bobby said, seeing James' circumcised penis and balls for
the first time.

Indeed, James' genitalia were a sight to behold. Even for a grown man
they would have been impressive, much less for someone thirteen. His
penis was over five inches long in its flaccid state. His balls, which
already had a few hairs on them, were the size of eggs, and his dark
brown pubes already formed a significant bush.

The boys watched as James began to wank his dick, and as he did so, it
began to grow. In less than a couple of minutes the thing had grown to
its full eight and one-half inches and James took his hand off of it,
crossed his legs, then bent the top part of his body over and began to
bob his head up and down on his cock.

"Wow!" Bobby exclaimed.

"Gosh!" said another one of the other boys who had never seen the sight.

For about three minutes or so James fellated himself in that position,
then, he took his mouth off the impressive tool.

"Okay guys, watch this," he said.

James rearranged his position on the floor of the tent. Then, he threw
his legs back over his head, put his hand on his dick, and then guided it
into his mouth and stroked it while he sucked himself.

"Oh geez! That's hot!" Twelve-year-old Tommy Smith said at the sight.

"Man I wish I could do that," eleven-year-old Ricky Brown said, prompting
snickers from some of the boys.

"Too bad they don't give merit badges for that," thirteen-year-old Dustin
Richards commented, prompting laughter from most of the boys.

The boys watched in awe as James continued to stroke and suck his
man-sized meat. After some minutes, he began to moan a little and his
stomach muscles began to heave a little.

"Watch this guys!" Billy said.

James began to stroke his cock a little faster. Then, he pulled it out
of his mouth, opened his mouth wide, and then the first rope of white
goo shot out of the end of his prick into his open mouth.

"Oh Geez!" Roger exclaimed at the sight of the cum rope shooting out and
being gobbled up by James.

The first blast was followed by three more just as large, then lesser
shots, as James finished his cum. Then, he put his legs back down so
that he sat upon the floor of the tent licking the cum residue off his
lips. Once finished, James smiled at the group.

There were hushed murmurs from the boys, and not a soft peter in the
tent, as James reached for his boxers in order to slip them back on.

"Okay, I guess some of you guys are good and ready. If you wanna get in
the cum shooting contest it's two bucks. James, you already done yours
so you can do the measuring. Bobby, you can't cum yet, and Roger, you
don't wanna so you guys can help him out," Billy said.

Billy collected the dollar bills from the four boys that were interested
and almost all of them fingered their dicks through their underwear in
preparation for the event.

"Okay, who wants to go first?" Billy asked.

"I will," Tommy Smith said.

"Okay, you gotta stand right there, I got the line already marked with
white tape. Now, wank it and we'll measure how far you shoot," Billy
said.

Tommy pulled his boxers down to his knees, revealing that his four-inch
circumcised peter was already hard, and then began to stroke it. It had
been five days since Tommy had last jerked off and it didn't take long
for the gooey feelings to intensify.

"Mmmmmmmm! Okay, it ain't gonna be long," Tommy said, his voice
quivering.

Soon, Tommy's facial muscles became taunt and his breathing became more
rapid and his knees bent a little.

"Oh yeah! Here it comes!" Tommy exclaimed, now rapidly stroking his
peter.


James and Bobby got the tape measure ready and Roger got ready to mark
the farthest cum splotch with the chalk when Tommy came.

"Oooooooo! Yeah!" Tommy exclaimed.

Almost instantly, the first spurt of cum shot out of Tommy's peter and
landed on the floor of the tent with a small splat. Roger quickly marked
the spot with chalk while Tommy moaned and shot three more spurts that
landed shorter distances.

Bobby and James made the measurement with the tape measure while the boys
watched.

"Forty four and one half inches," James announced, prompting murmurs of
approval from some of the boys.

"Okay, whose next?" Billy asked.

"Me. I'll go," Thirteen year old Timmy Dawson replied.

Timmy moved over to the line and pulled down his white cotton briefs to
his knees revealing his hard four and one half inch uncircumcised penis
and balls and small patch of pubes.

"You guys better get ready quick. I ain't wanked in over a week," Timmy
warned.

Sure enough, in just a little over two minutes, Timmy's breathing began
to get more rapid and his stomach muscles became more etched.

"Oh man! Ummm! Here I go!" Timmy exclaimed, as he wanked his peter
rapidly.

Immediately, the first spurt of cum flew from the slit of Timmy's penis
and landed on the floor of the tent. The first blast was followed by
three more and then dribbles.

"Forty nine and one eighth inches," James said, proclaiming the
measurement.

"Holy cow!" Tommy exclaimed, now out of the running.

"I'm next!" Richard Daniels said, and moved over to the mark and pulled
his boxers down to his knees revealing his hard five-inch circumcised
dick and balls and significant bush of pubes.

"What this guys. I ain't wanked in two weeks," Richard said.

The group watched while Richard began to stroke his dick fairly rapidly.
Then, he began to go real slow. In time, Richard's knees began to buckle
a bit and his breathing became more rapid.

"I'm holdin back as long as I can. You guys oughta try it some time,"
Richard commented, then moaned.

Soon, Richard's body began to quiver a little and his nostrils began to
flare as he strained to keep for cumming.

"Get ready! Uh shit! I can't hold off anymore! Fuck!" Richard
exclaimed.

Instantly, a rope of goo shot out of the slit of his dick, flew threw the
air, and then landed with and loud audible plop on the tent floor. There
was another, of almost equal size and distance, then smaller spurts and
dribbles.

"Fifty seven and three fourths inches," James proclaimed as the
measurement was made.

"Okay, Davie your last," Billy said.

"Nah, I can't beat that. I'm gonna save it up for Danny," Davie replied.

"You're the winner then Richard. Here's half the money," Billy said and
handed Richard the one dollar bills.

There were comments of praise from some of the boys and a few high fives
exchanged with Richard as a result of his performance.

"Okay, guys. If you want your peter sucked it's three bucks. Ante up!"
Billy said.

Billy collected the money from the boys and it was apparent that
everyone, including James, wanted to get their peter sucked.

"Okay, guys. Looks like everyone wants some of Danny's mouth. Now
remember, Danny doesn't do this but about once or twice a year and he's
real sensitive about liking to suck peter so no comments from anyone.
Just fuck his mouth until you get off then pull up your underwear and
leave. Got it?" Billy said.

All the boys nodded their heads that they understood.

"Okay, who hadn't had their peter sucked before?" Billy asked.

"Uh, I haven't," Bobby replied.

"Okay, you'll go first then. I'll go tell Danny everyone's ready," Billy
said and left out of the tent.

While Billy was gone there were some comments made about how good it was
going to feel and the like among the boys. In a few minutes Billy
returned with the thirteen-year-old with the dark brown mop know as
Danny.

"Hi guys!" Danny said meekly as he entered the tent, prompting various
return replies from the crowd of boys.

"Whose first?" Danny asked.

"Uh, I am," Bobby replied.

"Okay, come over here then," Danny said, and went to the middle of the
tent and got down on the tent floor on his knees.

Bobby walked over toward where Danny was kneeling and just stood there,
being a little nervous since he had never had his peter sucked before.

"I ain't gonna bite yah. You're gonna love it," Danny said, and reached
and pulled Bobby toward him then pulled down Bobby's boxers.

Danny lowered Bobby's boxers to his knees then moved his head forward and
slurped Booby's semi-flaccid peter into his mouth and began to swirl his
tongue over the circumcised head.

"Oh gosh! Oh Geez!" Bobby exclaimed, never having felt anything so good
in his life.

In no time at all, Bobby's three-inch peter was rock hard and he began to
alternately moan and coo as Danny bobbed his mouth up an down on his
stiff dink.

"Oh shit! I'm gonna do it!" Bobby soon exclaimed, and instinctively
grabbed hold of Danny's head with his hands and began to rabbit-fuck
Danny's mouth.

"Uhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!" Bobby exclaimed as he had his dry cum.

"Okay, Bobby. You got yours. You gotta go on back to your own tent
now," Billy said.

Bobby smiled down at Danny who smiled back up at him.

"Thanks! That was awesome," Bobby said.

"I'm glad yah liked it," Danny replied and smiled again and winked at
Bobby.

Then, Bobby turned and left the tent, and Roger, who was already hard,
moved in front of Danny and dropped his boxers allowing his hard five
inch circumcised penis to spring free.

"Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh Yeah!" Roger exclaimed, as he began to fuck Danny's
mouth.

One by one, the boys fucked Danny's mouth and blew their loads, Danny
swallowing the salty boy spunk as if it were honey. Naturally, James was
last, right after Billy, and even though he had cum and hour before still
shot a big enough load that Danny's eyes widened and some of the white
goo ran from the corners of his mouth as he tried to swallow it all.

"How much we make tonight?" James asked later as he and Billy were
snuggled together in their tent.

"A little over thirty bucks. With tomorrow night's show it'll be more,"
Billy replied.

"How come you didn't tell um what we cooked up for tomorrow night?" James
asked.

"So I can act like it's a real surprise and stuff. They don't have to
know that you been puttin your dick in Danny's butt for almost a year
now. It should be a real good act. Danny's been practicing crying and
carrying on. You know what a ham he is," Billy replied.

"Yeah, for sure. Uh, guess what?" James said.

"You don't have to tell me, I can feel it," Billy replied.

"You wanna?" James asked.

"Yeah, I guess," Billy replied.

There was some movement as James rolled away for a bit, then rolled back
up against Billy.

"Okay, it's all greased up," James said.

"You just love going to sleep with that thing up my butt don't you?"
Billy asked.

"Yeah, and you do too," James replied, and snickered.

"Oh shit! Easy!" Billy exclaimed, as the first couple of inches of James'
cock popped into his rectum.

"Uh! Mmmmmmm! I love your butt," James said, as he slowly began to work
more and more of his tube into Billy's rectum.

Finally, when James had all of his man-sized dick in Billy, and his pubes
rested on his butt cheeks, he put his arms around his buddy so they could
snuggle even tighter, and then he began to make very small little fucking
strokes.

"Oooooooo!" Billy cooed later, as he felt James' warm sperm flow into
him.

Then, with James' dick still up his butt, the two buddies drifted off to
sleep.

As promised, the show the next night was well worth the three bucks that
it cost to see James fuck Danny's butt. Of course, Danny put on a good
act, pounding the floor of the tent with his hands and crying and make
believing he was in terrible pain.

Naturally, the other boys had no way of knowing that both Billy and Danny
had been taking the man-sized dick up their butt for some time. It was a
special secret between Billy, Danny, and James, as was the fact that the
three of them always divided up the proceeds from their little business
enterprise.

The End