Date: Sun, 25 Jul 2004 01:04:57 EDT From: Scott Douglas Subject: Uncle at Scout Camp part 1 My family had always been a bit different. For as long as I can remember my parents were open books willing to discuss anything. . My parents were firm believers that if you don't talk openly about something with your kids they are far more likely to do. Besides when you have a brother that is 11 years older than you there is no point in trying to hide anything. One of these issues was the issue of sex. Sex had always been a favorite topic in my house, especially at dinner. My mother said it is because my father is just an old pervert, my father says it is because my mother says no too often. Whatever the reason was I knew more about sex then kids twice my age and not just the usual "it is something between two people who love each other shit", I got the real information. My father always told me that sex was one of the best things a person could do, granted it was better when it was with someone you loved, but regardless it was still good. Even though sex was always open for discussion in my family, I was still never 100% convinced that it was everything they said it was. I was always telling my friends the stuff that my parents or brother told me and trying to talk them into trying things out. I had gotten one friend so close as to let me touch his penis, just to see if it really was that pleasurable. I don't think he enjoyed it that much because when I tried to do it again he refused. I however got a real thrill out of it. I always loved touching my own penis and there was something about touching another one that was really thrilling. I think it was just that it was so different. I had never really seen another penis before, especially one that was cut (after all mine isn't). Ever since that time I have been trying to get my hands on another penis, I thought for sure I had finally found the pleasure my family was always talking about. I decided that I wasn't going to tell anyone about what I had discovered, at least not until I was sure that I was right. Besides my father had always talked about the pleasure being with girls and here I was showing he was wrong. Who needs a girl to have the pleasure; they don't even have a penis. I knew that my chance was coming up soon to really find out if I was right. It was only two weeks before I left for Boy Scout camp, two weeks alone in the woods with a bunch of other 12 year old boys! Everything was going fantastically leading up to camp. I had been talking to Kevin, another one of the scouts, about what I had done with the kid down the street. He seemed to be really into it. We decided that while we were away at camp we would share a tent and try some stuff out. I thought for sure that this was going to be the best summer ever, and then it happened. One week before we were set to go away our troop leader broke his leg, which meant my father, as his assistant would have to go with us. Unfortunately the son of the leader had to share a tent with them, which meant no Kevin. Then it happened, my father couldn't get off of work for two weeks on such short notice so he asked my uncle to go with us. As if my father wouldn't cramp my style now I was stuck with my uncle, a 32 year old man, who is very attractive for his age but is no Kevin, needless to say I was one unhappy camper. I think my uncle was a bit upset that I wasn't more excited he was going with us. All I heard in the car the whole way up was how much fun we would have and how camp wouldn't be as bad as I thought. He promised me that he would make sure that I had a ton of fun. Little did he know that he was the whole reason why I wouldn't be having fun this summer, at least not the kind I wanted. One stupid broken leg was going to ruin my chances of the boy scouts making me into a man. When we got to camp it all happened like I knew it would. Kevin was given a tent with Joe, one of the smaller boys in the troop and I was stuck in a tent with my uncle. Now my uncle was a cool guy and I know that he was going to make camp fun for everyone but I really wanted a more grown up kind of fun. By the time we retired to the tents that evening my uncle was starting to get on my nerves. He was always trying to point out all the fun activities we were going to doing at camp and how I was going to be his little buddy and we were going to bond out here in the woods. When we finally got into the tent I just threw myself on the cot, rolled over and went to sleep in a huff. You know, us 12 year olds are very mature in that way. The next day I don't think I smiled once and I could see that it was getting to my uncle. All of the other kids seemed to be having a ball making crafts and swimming in the lake but I just sat on the side lines, I tend to make pouting seem like an Olympic sport. That night when everyone was heading to the bonfire I decided that I was just going to head back to the tent. I was hoping that Kevin would follow me and we could try some stuff out, but once again my stupid uncle decided that it was time to play the hero. When we got to the tent he started asking me a million questions and always telling me that things would be okay and that I would make friends soon. I had finally had enough, without even thinking I screamed out "I have tons of friends here, they are not the problem, you are". The look on my uncle's face was one of devastation. You would have thought I had ripped his heart out, in fact I think there may have even been a tear welling up in his eyes. He just looked at me all sad and asked, "what did I do? I just wanted to make this a perfect camp for you, after all you are my little tiger", God I hated that nickname, all he was doing was making me even madder. Before I could rage out at him, all of the emotion I had bottled up in my came raging out and I burst into tears. I started telling him everything. I told him all about what I had done with the kid down the street and what I was planning to do with Kevin and how he had ruined everything. My uncle just grabbed me and held me in his arms. He started rubbing my back and telling me that everything was going to be okay. He knew just what I was going through, he even told me that when he was growing up he had a friend like Kevin; in fact he still had a friend like Kevin at home. I was amazed, my big strong uncle still had a friend whose penis he played with. Then my uncle said something that was really surprising, he said that if it was lack of a friendly penis that was keeping me from enjoying myself, then I could make use of his for the next few nights until he could find a way to get me into a tent with Kevin. Now I always knew that my family was cool about these things, but damn. I think he could sense the look of shock on my face because he every quickly followed up his offer with a statement about it having to be strictly between us and some other stuff, I don't really know, I wasn't paying very close attention. I told my uncle that his offer sounded perfect and I would defiantly enjoy it and that I wanted to start right away. He said that was fine and that we should start with a kiss. A kiss? Holy shit, I had never kissed anyone before, this is what was going to ruin it. I was going to suck and he was going to change his mind. Before I could begin to protest he had pulled he into him and pressed his lips against mine. In an instant I melted and relaxed. Slowly I could feel him opening his lips sliding his tongue forward. I had no clue what I was supposed to do so I just mimicked what he was doing. I figured it couldn't be that wrong if he was doing it too. After a few minutes of our tongues wrestling around he pulled away. I was so scared that I had messed things up and that I was still going to have to go all through camp with no penis to play with. Just then he turned to me and told me to strip for him. Within 30 seconds I was standing before his buck naked. He took the time to inspect every inch of my body. I was really just your average 12 year old. He rubbed his hands all over my smooth chest and felt each rib as me looked me over. As his hands moved over my smooth crotch and balls I felt a tingling in my penis. I had never felt like that before, not even when I touched myself. I was starting to get warm and my penis was getting hard (I loved when that happened, which was a lot- hey it is puberty). He then turned me around and ran his hands all over my back and ass. Before I knew what was happening there was something wet on my ass that made me jump. I spun my head around to see what was happening and I could see my uncle's head buried in my ass. My uncle had his tongue in my ass now that was one French kiss I had never heard of, but it was incredible. I was hoping that it would never end, but like all good things it did. As he spun me back around he told me that was just a warm up for things to come. Then he told me that it was time to strip him. I went over to him and lifted his shirt above his head exposing his firm, hairy chest. I ran my hands down his chest and over his nipples on my way to his belt. It felt like forever before I got it undone. Then I slowly worked his pants over his muscular thighs and there in front of me was the penis I had been longing for. The only thing between me and my dream now was a thin layer of cotton. I put my hands on the waist of his briefs and looked up at him to make sure it was okay; he just looked down at me and told me that he was waiting. I think I ripped them off almost as fast as I ripped the paper off a Christmas present. There before me was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was a little over 6 inches long and hard as a rock. I couldn't help but stare at it. My uncle told me to reach out and touch it. I didn't want to disappoint him or make this end so I just did as I was told. I slowly started feeling it and rubbing it. Then he told me to kiss it. I leaned forward and pushed my lips up against it. I couldn't tell how this could make him happy but I wasn't about to argue. I kept kissing it and kissing it and I could hear my uncle laughing. I was shocked; I never thought that anything like this would tickle. He lifted up my head and told me to lay on the cot. Then he lay down next to me with his cock at my face. He told me to just do to him exactly what he did to me. With that he took my cock into his mouth and started to suck on it. I was so amazed by the feeling I totally forgot about his dick in front of me. Suddenly I felt his hand on my head pushing me forward onto his cock. He pushed me so hard that his penis started to choke me. I started to run my tongue along the underside of his penis like I could feel him doing to me. I was hoping that I was making his feel as good as he was making me feel. He kept holding my head and pushing me back and forth on his dick as he sucked on mine. Being that I was only 12 and still in the beginning of puberty it wasn't long before I started to shoot the little bit of cum I could. I was worried because I couldn't tell him in time and I shot it right in his mouth. But he swallowed the whole things and then licked me clean. Once he felt I was clean enough he stood up next to the cot and told me to keep up the sucking. I went right back to work on his penis, his hands guiding me the whole way. It wasn't long before he started to breath heavier and make really strange noises. Suddenly he grabbed my head and held it in place as he started to thrust his hips. I could taste something wet and salty in my mouth but I wasn't sure what it was. I just started swallowing. My uncle was moaning and telling me to take it all and not to spill any of it. When he was done he pulled out and told me to lick him clean. Of course I did just as I was directed. Then he picked me up off the cot and kissed me again long and hard. I could taste the saltiness on his tongue and I knew that I was tasting my own cum. This made me even hotter. My uncle broke off the kiss and said that we should go shower as the other boys would be back from the fire soon. I was so upset, I really wanted to do it again. I think he could sense my disappointment because he told me not to fear, this was only night 2 of a 2 week camp. By the time I left I was going to know everything he could teach me. To be continued....(if you like it- I have never written anything like this before)