Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2012 08:49:56 -0500 From: Martin Heidegger Subject: The Queer Road: Scout Camp The Queer Road DISCLAIMER: These are a series of fictional stories about teenaged boys and young men confused over their sexuality. There are graphic descriptions of sexual activity, most of it homosexual. If you aren't authorized to view such material, stop now. Author retains copyright. Scout Camp I've always had exceptional night vision but I didn't realize it until I went to scout camp. The other boys needed flashlights to see walking along the trails at night, and I didn't. The third night we were there I saw something. I'd never spent a night in the woods before and the whippoorwills singing was both a novelty and enough to keep me awake. Laying on my back in my tent with the front fly open and my tent mate soundly sleeping I was listening to the night birds. I heard a rustle and turned to see what it was. I saw a flash of white in the woods. A whitetail deer, I thought, and strained to see more. My eyes adjusted. My tent was the last in a row on one side of the council fire and this white flash was beyond the last tent in the opposing row, out in the woods about fifty feet. It was stationary and I strained to see what it was. it wasn't a deer. It was the white jockey shorts of another scout pulling his pants down. Taking a leak, I thought. There was another person there, standing close to the first one, the one with his pants down. I could see it now. His scout shorts were down to his knees and his jockeys pulled down and his bare butt shone in the dappled moonlight. There was no sound and for a minute or more no movement, then the second person disappeared. I strained to see. Where had he gone? He was kneeling in front of the scout with his pants down. Wow! My adolescent penis exploded into an erect state. Was he sucking? No, too disgusting. He must be kissing the other boy's balls. That would be great, I thought, to have another boy kiss my balls. Why would he do it, I wondered. Didn't matter, it was happening over there right now. The scene didn't change for five minutes, no sound and no movement, then a flash of white jockeys again as the scout pulled his pants up and he turned and made his way back to his tent, which was at the other end of the row. The boy kneeling was in the end tent across from me. My masturbation was short and explosive. The next day I followed the two boys from the tent across from me. They were from another town and I didn't know either one. There was nothing exceptional about either and no clue as to which one had kneeled in front of another scout with his pants down. That night my tent mate dropped right off to sleep as he had the night before and by ten o'clock by my official Boy Scout watch with the luminous dial there was rustling in the woods again. This time there were three boys there; one with his pants down, one kneeling and one waiting his turn. Five minutes passed and at the end there might have been a muffled exclamation, followed by a hurried pulling up of pants and a hasty exit. The waiting scout's white jockeys flashed briefly in the moonlight and his bare butt was exposed for a minute or two, then he pulled up and walked away. I wanted some of that. I slipped on my shoes and pulled my scout shorts up and walked over there just as the the one kneeling was leaving. We met on the path. "Hi," I whispered, stopping in front of him, blocking his path to his tent. He was the smaller of the two guys in the tent and I didn't feel threatened by his size. "Hi" "Uh, want to go back there?" I whispered awkwardly. "Who told you?" "Nobody. I saw. From other there." He looked over my shoulder to my tent, then turned and walked back to the brush. "Let's go back here," he whispered, leading me a bit further into the woods. I didn't know the protocol here so I just stood there. He unzipped his pants and pulled his penis out, hard, bigger than mine. He stroked it, then said, "You wanna suck?" "No." "What, then." "What you did with those boys." He hesitated. "OK, but you gotta promise not to tell." "I promise." Oh boy, something great was going to happen. I pulled my pants down and he knelt in front of me. My erection jutted up in front of his face and his hand reached up and took it like it were some precious treasure. He squeezed and explored it with both hands, pulling the foreskin back and hefting my balls. Just like I had envisioned he leaned in and kissed my scrotum, and his dry lips isolated one testicle and then the other, assessing size and shape, then he pressed in and as his lips explored his nose was pressed into my pubic hair and the base of my stiff jutting cock. This went on for a minute or more. I was transfixed. I looked down and saw him stroking his erect penis. I was content to let him jack off and play with dick as long as he wanted, and this exploration went on for a couple minutes before he reached up and pulled my dick down and pointed it at his mouth. His pumping hand speeded up as he sucked my dick head into his mouth. Oh, the pleasure. It was exquisite as his lips descend down the shaft and the sensitive dick head slid to the back of his throat, then back out again with sucking lips squeezing it. A dozen round trips of that and I ejaculated in his mouth. He gave a grunt and gagged on my load, then spit my dick out. "Gulph!" He convulsed gagging. My ejaculation continued squirting on his face and shirt. I hadn't known he might want the courtesy of a warning. After all, he was a boy too, and must be well familiar with what happens at the end of a jack off. I stepped back, squeezing my dick head, climax subsiding. "Ummph!" He gagged again when he discovered he had cum all over his face. "Sorry," I whispered, stuffing my dick back into my pants. Then it was over. I felt a rush of guilt and worry that we'd be caught. I pulled my pants up and rushed back to my tent. He did the same.