Date: Wed, 22 Dec 2010 10:03:19 -0800
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Chapter 8 of "Just Like Scott"

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Just Like Scott

Chapter 8

First Times at Camp Challenge

Sunday morning came without the annoying blare of reveille over the loud
speaker. Scott fluttered his eyes peacefully open. When he stirred, Tom
woke also. They were still entangled in the doubled up sleeping bags.  It
felt nice and Scott sighed contentedly. He struggled against the urge to
drain his bladder. "Let me up, I gotta pee." Scott finally said, caving in
to the urge.

"Me too." Tom said. He rolled around and reached for the zipper to escape
their cocoon. "I'm just going out the back flap." Tom stood at the back of
the tent and pushed the flap aside. The back side of the canvas tent opened
to the woods. They weren't really allowed to pee around the tents, but
neither one wanted to go all the way up to the outhouse. Scott slid around
the cots and took the place on the other side of Tom. He tossed the left
flap aside and pulled his big dick out of his boxer's fly. Scott's stream
shot off to the side, as it found its way through his loose fold of
skin. Tom's yellow stream shot, unencumbered, straight out into the brush.

As Tom shook off and tucked back into his tighty whities, he asked Scott,
"Are you really hungry, or...you wanna crawl back in bed a while?"

Scott smiled out the right side of his mouth and squinted his right eye
toward Tom. "I'm cool with sleeping in, if you are."

"Cool." Tom said. Scott pulled his boxers off and slid, naked, into the
warm double bag. Tom grinned and pulled his white briefs off and snuggled
in against Scott's backside. Tom draped his long arm and leg up over
Scott. Tom's stiffening dick pressed into the crack of Scott's butt. It
strained to stand up. Tom pressed his straining cock deeper into Scott's
crack until he couldn't take the strain any longer and pulled away enough
to let it spring upward against his belly. Tom returned the underside of
his full erection into the crease of Scott's butt crack. Tom ran the
fingers of his left hand through Scott's matted, thick, brown hair while he
slowly rubbed his boner up and down along Scott's crack.

"Would you have done it with Cheryl, if things had worked out differently
last night?" Tom asked.

"Probably." Scott said. "I bought a rubber in the bathroom, so I could."

Tom stopped his slow humping motion and playing with Scott's hair. After a
minute, he resumed both activities and asked, "Why?"

"Why not?"

"She's just such a slut." Tom said. "You're okay with losing your virginity
to that?"

"I dunno. I guess. I mean it's just to get my rocks off and find out how it
feels with a girl." Scott said. "It's not like we're in love."

"Exactly," Tom said, "It's not like you're in love. It's just animal sex."

"How awkward is it gonna be working with Michelle in arts and crafts this
week?" Scott asked, hoping to deflect the conversation away from him.

"Way awkward. I'm thinking about seeing if I can get transferred
somewhere."

 The physical contact had given Scott an erection and he was slowly rubbing
the fingers of his left hand across his ball sac and swollen boner. His
right arm was tucked up under his pillow. Tom's right hand was also up
under his pillow and he slid it over to find Scott's hand. Tom traced
slowly along Scott's fingers and palm. Tom wrapped his fist around Scott's
middle finger and pumped it slowly as if it was a little boy's dick he was
jacking.

Scott stopped stroking his genitals and moved his left hand up to Tom's
upper leg that was draped over his legs. He tickled softly up and down
Tom's strong, athletic muscles.

"I don't get you." Tom said.

"I don't get you, either." Scott said, squirming around and facing Tom. He
looked into Tom's eyes. He smiled and they wrapped around each other. Tom's
taller frame resulted in the tip of his penis just rubbing against the
bottom of Scott's scrotum. Scott's large bone pressed into Tom's solid
abs. Tom's balls pressed into the crease of Scott's soft thighs. Scott
whispered, "You got any fantasies you think about all the time?"

"Yeah, a couple, but it could kill the moment." Tom said.

Scott pulled away enough to look into his eyes again and asked. "What? Tell
me."

"Well...I think about finding where Jeff's gone to college and when he sees
me, he runs and gives me a huge hug, starts to cry and begs me to take him
back. Then, we rush off to his dorm room and as soon as the door is locked,
he strips me down, throws me on his bed and we fuck like wild rabbits."

"Oh my god, and you talk about me having animal sex." Scott said, smiling.

"Shut up."

"Wow." Scott said. "You're still way obsessed with him, aren't you?"

"I guess. I just can't forget him. You don't know how much we shared
together. He's the only person I ever told ALL my secrets too. Besides you,
he's the only one I ever did any sex stuff with, ever."

That revelation shocked Scott. He thought about his relationship with Mike
and how strong their bond was. Yeah, he was his best friend, but he
certainly didn't feel the way about Mike, how Tom felt about Jeff.

"Sooo, what's with doing stuff with me all about?" Scott asked. "Isn't that
like cheating; the way you said it would be if you did Michelle?"

"In a way, I guess." Tom said. "But, I have similar feelings for you that I
have for him. Just not as deep. You know?"

"Not really. No." Scott answered honestly. "But if you're cool with it, I'm
cool with it. Its way fun messing around together. You know the most
amazing stuff to do. I can't wait to show Mike some of it."

Tom grinned and pulled Scott's gorgeous face close and pressed
lips. Scott's boner had softened during the conversation and it quickly
started returning to full engorgement with the soft sensations to his
tender, pink lips. Tom sucked Scott's lower lip into his mouth and bit it
softly. Scott reciprocated with Tom's upper lip. This progressed to full on
French kissing with passionate tongue thrusts. The guy to guy kissing felt
less strange to Scott this time. Tom was grinding his dick and balls into
Scott's thighs and Scott was pressing his large tool into Tom's abs in
short thrusting motions. Tom pulled away and slid down to kiss Scott's
neck. Scott rolled his head back to allow Tom better access.

"Don't give me a damn hickey." Scott whispered. Tom moved lower to Scott's
chest and played with his large brown nips. The nubs popped out and Tom
played with them with his teeth and tongue. Tom's dick was now against
Scott's knees and Scott's dick was up against Tom's chest. Scott rubbed and
thrust against Tom's chest, stimulating the nerves in his uncut head. Scott
ran his fingers through Tom's wavy, auburn hair. He wore it much shorter
than Scott's, but long enough to run fingers through.

Their breathing shortened and both were sweating slightly, lost in the
moment. Tom was unable to slide any lower even if he bent his knees further
and so he contorted around and unzipped the bags all the way open. He
tossed the top bag aside, rolled Scott onto his back, and pulled him to the
center of the two cots. Tom straddled Scott's legs and pressed his dick
into the crease of Scott's shins, just above his feet. He pulled Scott's
big, throbbing boner away from his belly and gulped it into his mouth. "Oh
yeah, Tom, suck that bad boy." Scott murmured and blew out a long
breath. Scott propped his hands behind his head and watched Tom expertly
work his giant squid.

Scott thought about times he'd gotten sucked off by Mike, Nick and Todd. He
flashed back on the first time doing it with his cousin. They'd been in
sleeping bags then, too. Scott remembered how they were sleeping on the
floor of the loft in the Wyoming cabin. Moonlight had been streaming
through the window, providing soft backlight for the experience. His
cousin's dick seemed so big and hot when he touched it. Being two years
older than Scott, his cousin was already well into puberty. Nowadays,
Scott's dick is actually bigger than his cousin's. The memory of the taste,
and especially the smell of it, flooded into Scott's consciousness. His
cousin had insisted Scott suck his first, in case Scott became unwilling
after he experienced it. Scott was mostly uneducated about the changes
ready to take over his body, the way they had recently affected his
cousin. The pubic hair and sagging balls were fascinating to Scott. Scott
was a willing victim of his cousin's raging desire for oral pleasure. Scott
remembered his cousin's nose pressing deeply into his hairless pubic mound
above where his undeveloped dick sprang from his abdomen. He remembered the
thrill of his first entry and the amazing sensation of getting sucked
on. The familiar tingles started building up in his dick again now with
Tom. His cousin had sucked him in all the way, just as Tom was doing
now. The intense stimulation on Scott's head, as Tom swallowed it over and
over, was causing Scott to involuntarily tense up. His facial muscles began
twitching. Scott wiggled his legs free, lifted them up and draped them over
Tom's shoulders. Tom reached up with his hands and stroked Scott's legs and
thighs as he continued his unrelenting sucking of Scott's full dick. Tom
continued his small pelvic thrusts into the sleeping bag. "Ohh, I'm so
close." Scott whispered.

Tom pulled off and Scott's dick slapped against Scott's belly. Tom licked
and sucked Scott's big soft balls. He sucked one and then the other into
his mouth, rubbing his tongue over the stretched ball sac, feeling the
little follicle nubs that would soon sprout hairs, then letting it slide
back out through his teeth. Tom loved the smooth feeling sac. Tom slowly
licked up Scott's thick shaft, and engulfed his dick again and began
sucking harder. The warmth of his mouth was soothing and Scott sighed
audibly. Tom spread Scott's raised legs and slid a bit lower and licked
against Scott's pucker hole. Scott quivered. Tom pressed at it with the tip
of his tongue. It seemed a bit gross to Scott, but the sensation was new
and thrilling. Each time Tom touched his tongue to it, Scott's dickhead
swelled up and his dick rose off his stomach, growing, though seemingly
impossible, harder still.

"Can I..." Tom started to ask, then paused nervously. Scott was so lost in
the experience, he didn't even register that Tom was speaking to him. "Can
I..." Tom started again, louder.

"What?" Scott became aware Tom was speaking, since the stimulation had
stopped.

"Can I fuck you?" Tom finally asked. Scott's sphincter instinctively
clenched. He didn't answer.

"Please."

"No. Just suck me." Scott said. "I'm not ready for trying that."

"Another time then, maybe?" Tom asked with disappointment.

"Yeah, all right, maybe." Scott said. His butthole was still clenched
tight.

"Hmm, maybe pretty much always means no, you told me." Tom said sadly.

"No, I really mean, maybe. Just, not now." Scott said. "Now, shut the "f"
up and suck my dick."

Tom laughed and dropped Scott's legs. "Let's 69."

Tom swung around and pulled Scott lower in the cot. He crawled over the top
of Scott and arched his back, so Scott could reach his five inch
dick. Scott guided Tom's dick into his mouth and began sucking and tonguing
Tom's little joystick. The size reminded him of Nick's back home. Tom's
hairy crack was in Scott's face and his auburn pubes tickled Scott's
chin. Tom resumed sucking and playing with Scott's balls. "Ust oot a inger
imme agen, ike afore." Scott mumbled, with Tom's dick still in his mouth.

"There you go talking with your mouth full, again." Tom joked. "I know your
mom wouldn't approve of you talking with a dick in your mouth." Scott
almost gagged when he laughed, still sucking Tom's dick.

Tom licked his finger and spit under Scott's balls. He smeared his saliva
over Scott's pucker and licked his finger one more time then pressed
against the resisting ring, as Scott had requested. Slowly, Scott relaxed
and Tom managed to get his finger in a bit. It took a while, but Tom worked
the long, sturdy, middle finger of his left hand up to the second
knuckle. Scott's sucking on Tom's dick intensified. "It urts umm, utt I
rike it." Scott muttered.

Tom grinned. "Just wait." Tom thought. "I'll get you, my pretty. And your
little dog too. Then you'll beg for mercy." Tom shook his head a bit and
thought, "Where in the heck did that come from."

The stimulation from Scott's frenzied sucking, was building up for Tom. His
dick was swelling and his hips were beginning their uncontrolled
thrusting. "Orn me afore u umm." Scott said.

"I will, keep sucking." The twitching and gasping from Tom started getting
Scott into it again. It was exciting to be in control of someone's sexual
urge. The initial tingles of a pending orgasm were building up and
expanding in Scott's brain. He started his involuntary twitching and was
clenching down on the impaling finger. Scott was squeezing both of Tom's
butt cheeks with his hands. Scott's butt cheeks clenched and quivered
against the soft flannel lining of the sleeping bag. Tom's thighs pressed
against the side of Scott's head. Scott slid his right hand in and pressed
a dry finger to Tom's butthole. Tom relaxed it purposely and Scott actually
slid his dry finger into Tom's ass just a bit. That sent Tom over the edge
and he jerked upward out of Scott's mouth, barely in time, as hot spew shot
onto Scott's neck and chest.

That triggered Scott and sent him over the edge. Immediately, Scott
unloaded his aching balls into Tom's mouth and Tom took it in. Tom
swallowed as much as he could and the rest dribbled down Scott's quivering
shaft onto his pubes and balls. Both quivered and shook. The cots squeaked
and rattled. Scott lost conscious thought for the duration of his powerful
orgasm. As the last of Scott's orgasm slipped away, Tom pulled his finger
from Scott's ass, without being asked this time, and slipped Scott's
slightly relaxed dick from his mouth. Tom gently milked the remaining ooze
from Scott's urethra and squeezed it up out of the pinched foreskin. The
creamy fluid emerged out of the scrunched foreskin and dribbled down
Scott's shaft.

Tom took one last lick of the sweet, sour elixir and crawled off the
cots. Tom tossed Scott his boxers to wipe up with and Tom used his tighty
whities.  Scott lay there in the afterglow, holding his boxers on his
gooey, softening dick, slowly regaining his normal breathing. Tom sat down
on the cot and gently rubbed Scott's chest and nipples. Tom took the boxers
and wiped Scott's neck and chest clean. Tom cupped Scott's soft, smooth
balls in the palm of his hand and smiled sweetly at Scott. Scott returned
the smile. "Thanks." Scott whispered. "That was awesome."

"You're welcome. And, thank you, too." Tom said. "Sure beat watery eggs and
burnt bacon, eh?"

Scott burst out laughing. "Def, dude." After a pause, Scott asked, "Hey,
Tom?"

"Yeah."

"About that thing you wanted to do to me, I really meant maybe. I just
gotta be prepared for it. You know?"

Tom smiled wide. "Sure. I get it. It's different for you. I'll wait for you
to say it's okay. Thanks."

Tom spun and slipped back onto the cot. He pulled the top sleeping bag up
over them for warmth and snuggled against Scott's naked body. Scott closed
his eyes and rolled into Tom. The two lay there for fifteen minutes or so
in silence, half awake and half asleep. It was a new experience for Scott
to just lie naked together after sex. With his buddies, they always just
jumped up and moved on after the sex was finished. He relished in it. The
smell of cum and sweat and day old pits filled their senses.

Finally, and reluctantly, Tom said, "we better get down to the office and
pick up our paperwork on the new group of squirrels coming in
today. They'll be here in an hour."

"Hmm. Okay, if we have to." Scott said, but he didn't make any effort to
move away from Tom's warm body. Tom tossed the top sleeping bag off them
and rolled away to the edge of the cot. He stood and stretched and Scott
took in the tall, strong, muscular frame. From the back, Tom's nude body
was like a Greek God. The muscles in Tom's back flexed and bulged as he
stretched. His incredibly firm ass cheeks tightened and relaxed, then
tightened again.

Scott's balls involuntarily rolled around in their sac and his dick
twitched slightly. With a sigh, Scott scooted to the edge and sat up. He
looked down and examined his own naked body. It wasn't bad. He was trim and
fit, just not so athletic. Definitely, his best asset was his exceptional
piece of manhood in his groin.

Tom already had his pants on and was looking for a clean, camp counselor
t-shirt. "You gonna get dressed or just parade around naked all day?"

"Uh, I can't decide. What do you think I should do?" Scott asked, smirking.

"Well, I'd be totally cool with it, but I'm not so sure about the adult
leaders." Tom said laughing. "Might be fun watching the hammer chase your
naked ass around camp though, all red faced and screaming."

Scott laughed at the thought. "Okay, well I guess I better get dressed
then. I don't want to be responsible for giving the poor guy a heart
attack."

They walked to the camp office in silence. Each lost in mental reenactments
of the morning's "sexcapades."

"Wow, fourteen year olds." Tom said when he looked at the packet.

"What? Is that bad?" Scott asked.

"They're just harder than the younger ones. More attitude." Tom
explained. "The guys that have been here before think they know everything
and don't wanna listen to you. And, the older guys tend to be meaner to
each other, if somebody's a little different."

"C'mon, they're all a "little different." I mean, they're at a summer camp
for nerds." Scott said.

Tom looked at him with disappointment. Scott got the message. "Yeah, okay,
that was bad." Scott said, avoiding his gaze.

"Why does different have to be bad all the time?" Tom asked. "Why can't
different be good? Why are we all supposed to dress, act, think and feel
the same way all the time? I just never get that."

"Yeah, it's stupid I guess?"

"More than stupid. Pathetic. Think about it, Scott. Nerds rule the
world. Ninety percent of the great scientists, business leaders, artists,
and inventors were nerds. Hell, for the most part, jocks and cheerleaders
end up lonely, alcoholic, unemployed, and bitter that they can't go back to
the good old glory days. It's pathetic, I'm telling you. My dad was a
nerd. He married my mom, who was a nerd. Now, he's a successful minister
with a big congregation and his own church. Former jocks and popular girls
come to him for advice on how to fix their screwed up lives all the
time. What about your parents? I bet they were nerds."

"Mmm, yeah, I think so." Scott said. "My dad never says much, but my mom
was in 4H and all into raising sheep and crap like that."

"And now they're raising good kids and making a good life for themselves."
Tom said. "Don't go bashing freaks and nerds and don't go giving up
something you love, and are incredibly talented at, just because you're
afraid you'll look different or nerdy to the popular a-holes. In the end,
they lose, we win."

"But, you're one of them." Scott said.

"Them who?" Tom asked, puzzled.

"A jock. The big star center, with a freakin' amazing body that Michelle
just threw herself at." Scott said.

"NO! I am not one of them. Sure, I play ball, but not to be popular. I play
because I'm good at it and I love it. I was different from them. I never
went to the team keggers, or slept with the cheerleaders. I didn't treat
others like they were dirt beneath my feet."

"Okay, okay. Sorry," Scott said, "I really couldn't see you ever being that
way."

"So, Scott. Who are you?"

"I'm Scott. Whadya mean?"

"You know what I mean." Tom said, firmly. "Who are you?"

"God, I feel like freakin' Alice in Wonderland."

"Heh, okay, Alice. Who are you?"

Scott looked away. He bit his upper lip and fought tears. "Honestly, I'm
not sure. I try, mostly, not to think about it."

"I know the feeling. It's easier to just roll along. But you need to find
out. Find out and live up to it and to hell with anyone that tells you
different or tells you who you should be. ANYONE." Tom said. He put his arm
around Scott's shoulders. "Let's grab a soda from the machine and head back
to camp."

"I gotta pee first." Scott said.

"Again?" Tom asked. Scott just shrugged and walked over to the outhouse,
next to the camp office.

When he entered, he almost walked back out. One of the two urinals was
already taken by none other than the camp director. The director turned to
look at him and smiled. Scott felt pressured to act normal and just go take
care of his business. Scott walked up to the urinal and the director
greeted him. Scott looked over and smiled with a nod. He pulled the waist
of his boxers and shorts down under his balls with his left hand and took
his large penis in his right hand and slid the foreskin back away from the
pee slit. The flow started immediately. Scott's attention was attracted by
some motion and he glanced over to see the director milking the last drops
from his average sized, circumcised penis. It was dark in color and there
were black and grey pubes poking out the fly of his jeans. Most distinct,
was a dark purple birthmark-like splotch on the head of his penis. Scott
looked back away at the wall in front of him, but noticed from the corner
of his eye that the director was looking at his package and still milking
his own. Scott started to turn his head to look at the director and he
quickly jerked his head away, fumbled to stuff his semi-hard dick back in
his jeans, zipped up, and went to wash his hands. Scott smiled and stared
back at the wall.

Scott washed up and found Tom holding two Cactus Cooler sodas over by the
mess hall.

"Thanks." Scott said, taking one of the cans. They walked back to the
campsite in silence, lost in their own thoughts, sipping their sodas.

As they entered the campsite, Scott asked, "Tom, how come you're so good?"

"Good at what?"

"You know, just always good. Good to people, doing the right thing. Just
good."

"I'm not all that good." Tom said, humbly.

"Yes, you are." Scott said, not letting him avoid the compliment. "Why?"

Tom sat on the picnic table bench and set his Cactus Cooler
down. "Everybody's good, deep down. With some people, you have to dig
pretty deep, but it's in there. I just want to help people realize it's in
them. That's what makes me happy."

"Do you get that from your dad?"

"Nah, I don't think so; more from my mom. Dad's more of the, 'repent or go
to hell,' type. I'm more of the 'follow me to heaven type.'"

Scott smiled in awe at his friend, silently determining to be more like
him.

Tom spread the papers out on the table. "You take half and I'll take
half. Read the camper's comments and read his parents' comments and stack
them in a returning camper pile and a first timer pile. Then we'll figure
out how to pair them all up for tent mates. Some have requests already, if
they are returning campers, so watch for that."

Scott was fascinated by the differences in what the boys wrote about
themselves compared to what the parents wrote. Rarely, did they
match. Either, the boy thought he was king shit and the parents thought he
needed "extra direction and supervision," or the boy thought he was dog
shit and the parents thought he was a perfect angel. In two cases, though,
the parents and the boys pretty much matched. Both were awkward, timid
messes. One of them was a bed wetter and the other had frequent
nightmares. It was a no brainer to match Curtis and Stewart up together and
put them in the tent right next to Tom and Scott's.

"Okay, that's about as good as we can do. We gotta get our butts down to
the parade grounds to meet the new squirrels." Tom said.

They gathered their papers in the order they had sorted them and ran to the
parade grounds. They found their group of fourteen year olds and tagged all
their baggage with "Bravo," their campsite name. Then, they went to the
mess hall for a hamburger and hot dog lunch, while the adult leaders
delivered all the bags to the correct campsites. There was a mixture of
excited and nervous chatter. It came as no surprise when Curtis and
Stewart, or Stewie as he wanted to be called, introduced themselves around
the table. It was obvious who they were, the minute they arrived. They were
misfits amongst the misfits.

When the group arrived back at good old campsite Bravo, Tom announced that
everyone had to get their bags and get in line in front of the leader
tent. He said he was going to inspect their bags then assign them their
tents. He explained that if he found anything in their bags that was not
allowed at camp, he would confiscate it, and give it back on the last day,
just before they leave. He promised not to turn anything he found in to the
camp leaders or tell their parents, but they could not have it in his
campsite. No one was allowed to open their bags and take anything out until
after he inspected them. They all grumbled and complained, but Tom just
told them to shut up and get in line. Scott wondered why he was being such
a jerk, right off the bat. It wasn't like him. They hadn't done this with
their twelve year old group. A few of the boys hurried to get their bags
and get in line so they could get it over with quickly and get their tent
assignment.

Scott sat on his cot, with his flap open. Tom stood by his cot with his
flap closed. The line formed outside on Tom's side so no one could see the
inspections of the other boys' bags, but Scott had a clear view if anyone
tried to cheat something out of their bags into their pockets. Only one
tried. It was one of the bigger boys. He was actually bigger than Scott. He
probably weighed 180 pounds. It wasn't fat, though, it was solid muscle.

Scott walked over and confronted him. "What's your name?" Scott asked.

"David." He responded with a tone of defiance. Scott was nervous. This was
different than bossing around twelve year olds. These guys were almost his
same age and David was obviously stronger than him.

"Give me whatever you just put in your pocket." Scott said, holding out his
hand.

"No. I don't have nothin'." David said.

"Yes, you do. Give it over now." Scott insisted.

The two stood there in a standoff, staring each other down.

"Okay, then." Scott said, having a sudden stroke of brilliance. "Hey, Tom?
Call on the radio to the main office. David needs to go down to the nurse
and get strip searched by her." The sudden look of horror on his face and
the murmur of shock and awe that rolled through the crowd was
priceless. Tom caught on immediately and stepped out with the radio and
turned it on.

"Shit. Here." David said, pulling four M-80 firecrackers out of his
pocket. Scott collected them and went back to his post on the end of his
cot, very pleased with himself.

Most of the inspections didn't yield anything important. One boy had
cigarettes stuffed in the toes of his socks. Those, Tom didn't save for
him. He made the boy destroy them in front of us and lectured him how he
only got one body in life. No refunds, no replacements and if he kept
putting crap like that in his body, thirty years from now, when he's in the
hospital hacking up bloody pieces of lung, he'll wish he never started. He
told him to grow some balls and stand up to whoever pressured him to smoke
in order to look cool. "Just tell them it's stupid to smoke and you're not
doing it. If they don't wanna be friends after, who cares? They weren't
friends anyway. Besides, it's a huge waste of money." Tom lectured.

When Tyler came in, Tom gave him a special handshake. "So save me the time
and just pull it out for me." Tom said.

Scott was shocked. The way they were familiar with each other and the way
Tom said, "just pull it out," made Scott think, at first, Tom was talking
about Tyler's dick and couldn't believe how bold Tom was. Scott felt a
little foolish after he realized what Tom really meant.

"I don't know what you mean?" Tyler lied.

"Yes, you do."

"Go ahead and look, I got nothing." Tyler lied again.

"Take your pants off." Tom said.

"What? NO!" Tyler said.

"You do it or we will. Only we'll do it in front of everybody." Tom said,
not backing off.

"Perverts." Tyler scowled. After a staredown, Tyler unsnapped his shorts
and dropped them. Tom reached out and patted his boxer briefs.

"Pull it out." Tom said. Scott stared on in continued amazement.

Fuming, Tyler pulled out two bags of marijuana and rolling papers. He also
had three condoms in there.

"I'm not telling on you for the weed, but you're not getting it back
either. Just so you know."

"You two probably gonna smoke it yourselves." Tyler fumed.

"Nope, I'm gonna flush it. And, as for these, stay the hell out of the
girls' campsites this year. None of us need that aggravation
again. Understand?"

"Can I get dressed now? Or you two fags wanna see up my ass, too?" Tyler
asked.

"That's a good idea," Tom said, believably, "Knowing you, we probably
should. Turn around, drop your underwear, and bend over. Scott, get me a
rubber glove."

Tyler's eyes widened and he grabbed the sides of his briefs with both hands
and defiantly pulled them up tight. Tom busted out laughing. He'd been
messing with him.

"Get your shorts on and go to tent #3. You're bunking with Robert. Might as
well have both problem children in one tent." Tom said. Tent #2 was
reserved for Curtis and Stewie, so #3 was as close as they could get Tyler
and Robert.

"Aren't you gonna look through my bags?" Tyler asked.

"Nope," Tom answered. "If you had anything in there you wouldn't have
offered to let me look earlier. You can keep your porno and whatever else
like that you got. You and Robert can jack yourselves blind with it for all
I care. Just don't involve anyone else in your sex shit. Keep it inside
your tent. NEXT."

Tyler quickly jerked away and finished snapping up his shorts before the
next kid came in.

They found firecrackers, bottle rockets, air soft pistols, slingshots,
itching powder, icy hot, and Tom took away a roll of saran wrap from one
guy. Scott asked what was wrong with that? "I don't know." Tom answered,
"But what good reason could he have for it?"

"Good point." Scott answered.

Tom pulled out a stack of five or six sports illustrated magazines from
Corwin's bag. "Sports fan, I see." Tom said.

"Yeah." Corwin answered. I wondered why he seemed so nervous.

"What sport do you play?" Tom asked, acting interested. Corwin was as
skinny as a cottonwood sapling and maybe all of 98 pounds.

"None." He said. "I just like to read about them."

"Oh," Tom said, "I thought maybe you were on the track team. I figured you
probably did the one handed pole vault."

Corwin wrinkled his brow in confusion. So did Scott.

"You know," Tom said, flipping the magazine open to its centerfold. A
picture of a big busted blonde chick with her legs spread open
appeared. "The one handed pole vault." Tom smiled his ear to ear grin and
made a jacking motion in front of his crotch. Corwin turned the darkest red
Scott had ever seen.

"Oh, wow," Tom continued, "And look here, the real stuff." Tom pulled out a
good size bottle of personal lubricant. Corwin now looked like he wanted to
slide into the cracks of the wooden tent platform.

Tom tossed it all back in the bag. "I have to say, that's the best cover-up
job on a porno mag, I've seen. How did you get the staples back in so
perfectly?" Corwin didn't answer. "Well, never mind. It's all good with
me. You do whatever you want with that. Just make sure you don't pollute
some other kid that isn't interested. I'm changing your tent
assignment. You can bunk with Michael in tent #8. Based on what I saw in
his bag, he's a one handed pole vaulter, too." Corwin grabbed his bag and
slunk out. Tom was actually enjoying himself. Scott was amused.

The last two to get inspected were Curtis and Stewie. "Please don't look in
my bag," Stewie pleaded, "I don't have anything bad in it. I promise."

"I have to. Sorry." Tom said. When Tom unzipped the bag, Stewie looked down
with slumped shoulders.

Scott stood up, curious, and peered into the bag in time to see a big bag
of GoodNites big boy diapers before Tom pulled the bag closed. "Hey,
Stewie," Tom said kindly, "It's okay. I was a bed wetter until I was 14
too. I know some stuff that can help you." Stewie glanced suspiciously at
Scott then looked over to Tom. "He's okay." Tom assured him. "You can trust
him with our secret."

"What do you know that can help me?" Stewie asked.

"Here's what worked for me." Tom began. "Most important, no sodas. Just
drink water and juices. Absolutely nothing to drink after dinner. Here, you
can borrow my little mini alarm. It's an extra. Slide it inside your
protective undies at night and set it for midnight or 1:00 am. Then it will
wake you before you accidently go, hopefully. If it's inside your
underpants, your tent mate won't hear it and you will kind of associate it
with going pee. When it goes off, get up and go out the back of the tent
and pee, even if you don't feel like you need to. Make yourself go. Also,
when you do go pee during the day, practice stopping it and starting it
while you are going. Not by pinching your dick off with your fingers, but
by using the muscles up inside you. That will strengthen the muscle up
there and you'll get better control of it. Oh, and one last thing. You know
about jacking off, right?"

Stewie, who had been hanging on every word and staring directly at Tom, now
glanced away and shuffled his feet. He glanced back at Tom, redder in the
face and shrugged. "Yeah, I know about it. Why?"

"Okay, well, we all do it so no big deal on that one. Here's the real deal
with that. When you come back in from peeing, make sure Curtis is asleep
and then jack yourself off before going back to sleep. Here's some tissues
if you need them to wipe up with. It'll help you fall back asleep and it'll
also help stop you from peeing until morning." Tom said. Stewie looked back
at Tom and grinned.

"Thanks." Stewie said, full of sincere appreciation. He took his bag,
zipped it up tight and headed next door to unpack, well, mostly unpack. He
kept the GoodNites concealed in his duffle bag.

"You used to wet your bed?" Scott asked when Stewie left.

"Nah, not really. My cousin did and I heard my mom and my aunt talking
about it a lot so that's how I knew what to suggest." Tom explained. "It's
just more likely he'll trust me if he thinks I'm the one that had the
problem."

"Wow, your good." Scott said. "So, your mom and aunt talked about your
cousin jacking off after peeing in the night? That's weird. Did they know
you were listening?"

"Oh no, I made that part up. He might as well have some fun with it. You
know?" Tom grinned so wide all his teeth showed. He was very proud of
himself.

"Oh, wow, you're REALLY good." Scott said, shaking his head.

After everyone was settled in and unpacked, the two counselors called the
boys out of their tents and played some fun games Tom knew. Then, they all
sat around the tables and each one took a minute to introduce
themselves. The variety was fascinating. Afterwards, it was time for the
first campfire and they all headed down to the fire ring. Predictably,
Curtis and Stewie wiggled their way next to Tom and Scott. Stewie sat
between them and Curtis sat on the other side of Tom. Cheryl and Michelle
brought their group in and sat across the aisle from them. Cheryl
positioned herself on the edge and left a little space on the aisle. She
smiled over at Scott. Scott smiled back.

There were several goofy skits from the leaders. Each area leader got up
and talked about their areas. Tom spoke about arts and crafts, even though
he was planning to move out of it. Finally, the camp director got up and
gave a long list of rules. No crossing over into the other gender's
camp. No urinating around the tents or trails, use the outhouses. The girls
all groaned on that one and the boys all laughed. Go to your camp
counselors for help, but if you have an emergency and they aren't around,
come to the camp office, where someone is available 24/7. Blah, blah,
blah. Then, he launched into a camp ghost story. The same one he told to
the last group.

Cheryl got Scott's attention and nodded for him to come sit by her. He
crossed the aisle and slid over in the space she'd left. Cheryl took his
hand and leaned in to him. She whispered into his ear. "Sneak over
tonight. There's an extra cabin we can use." Scott got wide eyed and
smiled. His dick started growing. He squeezed her hand. She leaned into
him. When the story ended, Scott gave Cheryl's hand a final squeeze and got
up. The groups merged into the aisles and they found their way back to the
campsites. Back at camp, Scott found Corwin and got him off alone.

"Can I borrow some of your lube tonight?" Scott asked, "I'll pay you ten
bucks for it."

"Why?" Corwin asked.

"I just need it. I won't use much and I'll give it back in the morning."
Scott told him.

"Okay, sure, for ten bucks."

Scott followed him to his tent. Corwin fished it out and handed it to
Scott. Scott tucked it in his day bag, paid Corwin, and headed to his
tent. They built a fire and made S'mores and engaged in boy chatter and
fart jokes until it was lights out time.

Scott lay awake until Tom finally put his book away and rolled over in his
bag. He listened for Tom's steady breathing. He was glad Tom didn't suggest
sleeping together again. He guessed that he didn't dare do it with campers
in camp. Scott thought Tom was gonna stay up reading all night,
though. When he was sure Tom was finally asleep, Scott got up and double
checked the condom, the lube and a washcloth. Scott stepped out of the tent
and was pleased there was enough moonlight to see without a flashlight. He
heard noise in back of the tent. He walked around and saw Stewie peeing in
the woods. Stewie heard the noise of his steps and started to panic. He
squeezed hard but couldn't stop peeing. He had his sweats and GoodNites
pulled down to his knees and his privates were fully visible in the
moonlight.

"It's just me, Counselor Scott. Don't worry."

"Oh, good. I thought I was gonna get it for peeing by the tent."

"No, you got special permission, remember. Is it midnight already?" Scott
asked.

"Yes." Stewie answered. Then added with excitement, "It worked. I'm dry."

"Great!" Scott said. He continued to peek at Stewie's nice package as he
shook it off. It was easily as long as Tom's and definitely thicker. He had
nice dangling balls and a pretty thick, circumcised dick. He had just a
small patch of pubic hairs, though.

"Nothing left to do now, but jack it and go back to sleep." Scott said.

Stewie looked at him strangely and said, "Umm, Yup."

"You gonna jack it out here or in your tent?"

"Tent, I guess." Stewie said, blushing.

Scott was boning up thinking about it and thinking about where he was
headed and what he was about to get to do.

"You ever jack using real lube?" Scott asked.

"No." Stewie pulled his underpants and sweats back up.

"Wanna try it? Feels great!"

"I dunno. You got some?" Stewie asked.

"Sure do. Right here."

"Did you get up to pee or jack off?" Stewie asked.

"Umm, pee. I just happen to have the lube in my bag." Scott lied. "So, you
wanna try it out?"

"I guess."

Scott told him to sit down on a stump outside of the tent. Scott pulled out
the lube and popped the lid open. "I'll pour it on for you."

"K."

"Pull down your pants." Scott said. Stewie stood and slid them back down to
his knees and sat carefully back on the stump.

Scott poured a good portion of lube on Stewie's dick and started to rub it
around. Stewie tensed up and reached to pull Scott's hand off his
dick. "Relax, I'll just work it in for you a bit, then you can take over if
you want to."

Scott refused to yield to Stewie's attempt to pull his hand away. Scott
asked as he resumed his rubbing on Stewie's now, full-sized boner, "Haven't
you ever been rubbed off by someone else before?"

Stewie just shook his head to indicate no.

"Oh, man, it's the best. You're missing out. Let me show you." Scott added
some more lube and took Stewie's thick boner in his fist and began working
it. Stewie's dick was so thick, Scott could barely close his fist around it
and his thumb and pointer fingers just barely touched. It was even thicker
than Scott's. Jacking one that thick was erotic to Scott and doing a kid
for his first time was way exciting.

It took a while, but eventually, Stewie's nervousness was overcome with the
thrill of getting jacked by someone else. He started breathing in timing
with Scott's strokes on his dick. His balls pulled up tight by the base of
his dick. Scott thought about finding a way to suck him off sometime during
his two week stay at camp. The idea of sucking one that thick excited
Scott. "Damn, this is turning out to be one cool freaking job." Scott
thought.

"It's happening." Stewie gasped. Scott felt Stewie's dick swell slightly
bigger and the first shot of cum shot up and out onto the ground in front
of them. The second one was not as high and then it just oozed out after
that. Stewie hadn't had any big reaction as he climaxed. He just held his
breath right before and blew it out just as he shot. No real twitching or
jerking. Maybe, it was because he was nervous about getting jacked by Scott
and worried about waking up Curtis. Scott milked the last drops from his
thick dick and reluctantly let go of it.

"Did you like that?" Scott asked.

"Yes."

"Maybe, I can help you out another time if you want me to." Scott offered.

"K." Stewie stood and pulled his GoodNites and sweats up. He smiled
appreciatively at Scott and said, "Thanks."

"You're welcome." Scott said, as Stewie disappeared into his tent.

Scott was horny as hell now. He pulled his dick out and mentally coaxed it
down enough to take a piss in the woods. Then, he practically jogged to the
other side of the lake. As he got close, he hid in the brush and watched
for the hammer or some other adult leader on the prowl. He didn't see
anyone, so he made it into Cheryl's campsite and found the counselor
cabin. Scott tapped on the north window as he had been instructed to
do. His heart was racing. He was risking his job, his motorbike, his
reputation, and Tom's respect over this.

Tom's voice popped into his head "You really want to lose your virginity to
that slut?" Did he? Apparently so. He rapped again on the window. Suddenly,
Cheryl slipped out the door and met him at the side. She nodded the
direction of the empty cabin. Inside, Scott finally relaxed a bit. Cheryl
turned on a flashlight for some light and laid it on the other cot. She had
already laid a blanket on the cot they were going to do it on. She was
wearing an oversized t-shirt and panties and slippers. Nothing else.

"Get the stuff out." She whispered.

Scott nervously opened his bag and extracted the lube, condom and
towel. "Smart idea bringing a towel." She said. "Why'd you bring lube? I
make plenty."

Then she said, "Get naked."

That seemed so unromantic. Like it was nothing but about the sex. Scott
started to think about what Tom was trying to say to him. "Well?" Cheryl
said. She was already completely naked.

Scott took in her naked body in the flashlight beam's glow. He had never
seen a young, naked woman before. He was mesmerized. He studied her breasts
and nipples and her wide hips and the little dark bush between her
legs. His penis felt like it was gonna explode. She took Scott's shirt and
pulled it up off him. Scott broke out of his trance and stepped on the
heels of his running shoes to pull them off. Then, he slipped his sweats
and boxers off in one motion. His giant penis stood up tall against his
stomach, reaching all the way to his belly button.

Cheryl took the flashlight and shined the light on his dick. "Wow," she
whispered, "It's huge." Scott beamed. Cheryl knelt down and took it in her
hand and started to stroke it. She pulled the skin down off the head and
back up again. She was fascinated by the uncut skin and she pulled on it
and twisted it all to Scott's immense delight. He had to tell her twice not
to pull the skin down so far, because it hurt. She didn't use the right
pressure on it and it wasn't as good as getting it done by his guy
friends. After jacking him a while, she kissed his balls and sucked on them
each a couple times. Then, she slipped his dick into her warm, moist
mouth. She sucked it half way in. Scott was disappointed that she wasn't
nearly as good at it as Tom or even Mike was. But it was still hot seeing
her tits as she sucked on him. "I'm getting blown by a chick." Scott
thought. Just the concept sent chills through him. But the physical
sensation was lacking. Scott was surprised he wasn't even close when she
grew tired of sucking on him and lay down.

"Play with my clit." She told him. She spread her legs and handed him the
light. Scott panicked. He had no idea how to go about it. He knew what one
was and pretty much where it was supposed to be located, but it looked
different in real life down there. He didn't want to appear young and
stupid and na‹ve.

"Show me how you like it." He cleverly said.

"Okay." Cheryl reached between her legs and began rubbing in circular
motions at the top of where the folds of skin met. Scott was enthralled. He
examined the folds of flesh between her legs. He watched her start
squirming as she slowly rubbed over the magical spot. He saw and smelled
how juicy she was. The smell was really strong and Scott decided she
probably hadn't showered for a while. The smell was actually getting too
strong and made him a bit sick feeling. Cheryl slipped a finger in her
vagina and finger fucked herself with one hand and rubbed her clit with the
other. "Now, you do it."

Scott sat on the cot and repeated her actions. "Slower," she instructed,
"And not so hard. Softer." Scott's boner was raging.

Scott was grinding his dick into the blanket while he played with her
pussy. He felt he was gonna cum and warned her. "Fuck, already? Fuckin'
virgins." She stopped touching him and said, "Put it in then. I want that
big fucker inside me." Scott's heart was racing.

This was the moment. He positioned himself between her legs and was shaking
all over. She reached down to guide him in. "What the fuck are you
thinking?" She asked. "Where's your rubber?"

Scott had completely forgotten about that. He climbed off and got it off
the other bed. He nervously opened it and fumbled around putting it on. By
the time he got back in position, Cheryl had started drying up and she had
to start rubbing her clit again. "Okay, it's ready." She said. She guided
his dick into her oozing vagina. He instinctively thrust as soon as the tip
entered and she cried out. She grabbed his hips. "Slow down, cowboy, you're
too big to be rushing into it."

"Sorry," Scott said. He let her guide his movements with her hands on his
hips. As he got it all the way in and she started to spasm on it, the
orgasmic trigger hit on just the third full thrust and he groaned. He
pushed deeply into her and filled the rubber with his seed. A second and
third and fourth deep thrust later and he had spent his load.

"Damnit." Cheryl said. "That was way too quick. Fuckin' virgins." She said
again.

Scott had dropped his weight onto her in exhaustion.

"Get the fuck off me." Cheryl pushed at him and he lifted his weight up
onto his elbows. She grabbed his hips and pushed his dick up out of her. He
awkwardly got off the cot and sat on the other one to remove the rubber. He
dried his dick and fingers with the towel and watched his slimy penis start
to droop. Cheryl took the towel from him and wiped between her legs, then
handed the nasty thing back. He didn't put it in his bag, but just rolled
it up. She dressed and said, "Maybe we can try it again sometime, but jack
it before you come over. That way, you can make me cum with that monster
dick before you cum."

"Yeah, okay." Scott mumbled. She left him and went back to her cabin.

Scott gathered up his things, got dressed and peeked out of the
cabin. There was no one in sight. He slowly slipped from cabin to cabin
until he was at the trail head leading around the lake and back to the
boys' campsites. He started along the trail, feeling unsatisfied. There had
been no making out. There wasn't even any kissing. The only exciting part
had been seeing a naked woman for the first time. It felt amazing having
his dick up inside her, but it lasted so short and she controlled the
humping for him, so the actual cum wasn't really very satisfying. He
realized, Tom was right. He squandered his virgin experience on a slut. He
was disappointed in himself.

"Hey you! Stop right there." It was the hammer's voice.

"Oh my god. I'm dead meat." Scott thought. He didn't look back. He could
tell the voice was pretty far behind him. Scott took off on a dead run. He
was wearing a camp counselor t-shirt and wondered if the hammer could tell
that with just the moonlight. When he reached the boys side of the lake, he
didn't go toward his campsite. Instead, he cut through Scarface's. He then
cut up the hill and across the archery range and entered his campsite
through the woods. He slipped into the back of his tent, pulled off his
shoes, shirt, socks and sweats and stuffed them in his duffle as quickly
and quietly as possible. He stuffed his day bag under his bed. He'd dropped
the used rubber and the nasty towel in the trash can at the edge of
Cheryl's campsite and he was glad he had. At least, there was no
incriminating evidence left, if they checked. His heart was pounding and he
struggled to get his breathing back under control. He was in bed and
feigning sleep, when the Hammer rapped on the tent pole with his
flashlight.

"Get up." He hollered. Scott waited for Tom to stir and get up first.

"What?"

"Someone's been out of their tent and was over at the girls' camp." The
hammer said.

"Shit." Tom said. "Probably Tyler."

"What's going on?" Scott asked. He tried to sound sleepy, which if he
hadn't just run half a mile, he would have been.

"Someone's been out running around. Stay in bed, I'll take care of it."

"Okay." Scott agreed whole-heartedly.

Tom went out and the hammer asked where his junior counselor was. "He's in
bed, where he's been all night, no need for us both to get up."

The hammer trusted Tom and accepted it. Scott assumed that Tom didn't know
any better, so he thought he was telling the truth. They found Tyler and
Robert fast asleep. When the hammer saw them standing up, rubbing sleep
from their eyes, he could tell it wasn't them. They were pissed at getting
awakened and more pissed at being falsely accused. The shouting match that
ensued, woke the rest of the camp and some of the boys stuck their heads
out, while others just stayed in bed and listened. Tom and the hammer did a
complete accounting for everyone and the hammer decided the culprit must be
from Scarface's group after all, and headed over there to wreak havoc.

"I hate that jackass." Tom mumbled as he stripped and climbed into his
sleeping bag. Now, I can't get back to sleep."

"That sucks, he did that." Scott said. "Do you think he'll find who it
was?"

"I dunno, but it will be hell around here until he does. That's for sure."
Scott's stomach flipped. He hoped he could sound believable when he lied
about being in bed all night. At least, Tom, who they trusted, was on his
side. Scott fell asleep, finally, at 2:00 am from exhaustion. Tom was still
tossing and turning in his bag.

"AAAGHHH! Make it stop!" Scott said, as reveille blared out of the loud
speakers.

"Get up. We have to get this group up, prep the camp for inspection and
make breakfast on time. They'll be all over us for every little thing until
they find out who was over at the girls' camp last night." Tom warned.

Scott groaned and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Scott decided to
get dressed before going to pee since he peed after jacking off Stewie at
midnight, and the urge wasn't too bad. When he pulled off his boxers to get
new ones, Tom stared at his junk and his face contorted into a scowl. Scott
wondered what he was thinking.

Tom growled, "So how was sex with Cheryl last night?"

Scott froze, pulled on his fresh boxers, and asked as casually as possible,
"Why'd you ask that? I haven't had sex with her."

"Oh, I think you did." Tom said, "Unless some squirrel wearing lipstick
mistook your balls for nuts. Pull your boxers back down and look." There
was a big red smear of dark red lipstick on Scott's balls. He was busted.

Scott collapsed on the cot and put his face in his hands. He was fighting
back tears. He knew he'd lost everything, but most importantly, he'd lost
Tom's and his parents' respect. He wondered what his mom and dad would
say. "You gonna tell on me?"

"Nope." Tom said. "Not up to me to do that. It's up to you, if you wanna
confess. No need to really do that, though, unless some innocent person
gets blamed somehow. Then you're obligated to tell. Otherwise, why add more
damage?"

Scott looked up with shocked appreciation. "I'm sorry, Tom. You were
right. It was so stupid. And, it wasn't worth it at all. I gave away my
V-card to a slut, and it wasn't even any good. It sucked. Please forgive
me."

"I don't need to forgive you. You injured yourself, not me."

"But I'm so pissed at myself. I didn't listen to you and now I've lost your
respect."

"What makes you think I ever had any respect for you to lose?" Tom was
grinning when Scott looked up at him.

"No, I still think you're a good kid. You're just a screw-up sometimes,
especially when you think with the wrong brain. Look, you need to find a
way to forgive yourself. Work on that." Tom said. "Now pull your boxers up
and let's get going, we have a job to do."

"You know," Tom added, "What bugs me more than anything, is that you
thought you had to be sneaky about it. I wish you would have just told me
you were going."

"You wouldn't have let me." Scott said, wiping at the lipstick with a sock
and pulling up his boxers.

"How could I stop you? I would have tried to persuade you not to, but
you're a big boy and I wouldn't have stopped you. It bugs me bad that you
didn't trust me."

"Sorry."

"Yeah, okay. Well, we got a lot to do, let's get going."

It was a chore getting all the guys to get up and pitch in to get the camp
ready for inspection. Surprisingly, Tyler and Robert were two of the more
cooperative ones. The biggest problem turned out to be Corwin. Tom asked
his tent mate, Michael, twice to go get him up. Michael returned,
frustrated. Tom growled and told Scott to follow him. They marched up to
tent #8 and Tom tossed the flap aside and stepped in. Scott stood just
outside. "Get up!" Tom ordered.

Corwin was completely inside his bag up to his neck. He hadn't done
anything and was just lying in bed. Corwin just shook his head, no. Scott
saw veins popping out in Tom's neck. He was pissed. "Get up, NOW!" Tom
demanded.

"Leave, and I'll get up." Corwin finally said.

"No, I'm not leaving until I see you out of bed. You've already been told
enough times." Tom stood with both hands on his hips. There was no
equivocation in his voice.

Corwin just shook his head again, "Not 'til you leave."

What happened next, took place so fast neither Corwin, nor Scott, were
prepared for it. Tom reached down, grabbed two fistfuls of Corwin's bag and
set his feet in a tug-of-war stance and jerked Corwin's bag off of him. It
was like that trick where a tablecloth is jerked out from under the place
settings. Corwin's body barely moved, but his bag came down past his knees,
exposing his naked body. There was a flash of Corwin's hands grasping for
the bag but there was no hope of it and they fell to his sides. Then,
Corwin's four inch boner leapt off his stomach and shot a blast of cum onto
the Sport's Illustrated lying on his stomach. He jerked upward in panic and
clearly couldn't think what to do as a second blast erupted. Finally,
coming to some presence of mind, he covered his impetuous little dick with
both hands and screamed, "GET OUT!" "I'm telling on you! GET OUT OF MY
TENT!"

Scott backed away and Tom stepped off the tent platform and grabbed the
flap to put it back, then said, "Serves you right, you should've just
gotten up." It went unheard by anyone but Scott, though, as Corwin was
continuing to scream and cry for Tom to get out.

Some of the boys came running over, others were frozen. Tom told them all
to get back to work cleaning up the camp and forget about what just
happened. Like that was going to happen. Murmers and giggles were erupting
all the way to breakfast and while sitting at the table. Corwin, true to
his word, went and found the camp director. Halfway through breakfast, Tom
was asked to go see the director in his office. He returned in about
fifteen minutes scowling and told Scott, he needed to go see the
director. Scott's stomach flipped again. The last person he wanted to talk
to was the director.

Scott entered the office and the director waved him to a chair in front of
his desk. "Tell me what happened in your campsite this morning." He said.

"You mean with Corwin?" Scott asked. The director glared a bit at such a
stupid question.

"Yes, with Corwin."

"Well, he wouldn't get up. He was asked lots of times to get up but just
stayed in his sleeping bag. Finally, Tom went to the tent and told him to
get up. Everyone else was up and dressed and had cleaned the camp
already. Tom asked if he was sick and he said no. So, Tom said he had to
get up now, but Corwin still said no. So, Tom grabbed his sleeping bag and
jerked on it and it slid off him and he was naked. And, ... well, then,
ummm ..."

"He had an embarrassing incident?" The director filled in the blank.

"Yeah. Well, then he started crying and screaming at Tom to get out and Tom
did. Corwin finally came out dressed and we came to breakfast."

"Did Tom know Corwin was naked?" The director asked.

"No, how could he?"

"Okay, that's all. You can go back to breakfast."

Scott jumped up and headed for the door, but was stopped midway with
another question. "One more thing, Scott. Someone was in the girl's camp
area last night. My night watchman thinks it was a boy from either your
campsite or the Bulls-eye campsite. Do you know anything about that?"

Scott turned and looked at the director. "Only what I heard from the hamm
... Mr. Hammond talking to Tom, when he woke us up early this morning."
Scott felt queasy as his words hung in the air.

"Okay, well if you hear anything about that, please let us know. That is a
very serious thing."

"I will." Scott turned and left. His heart was pounding. He wondered if he
was believable.

Back at campsite Bravo, Scott supervised while Corwin packed up his
belongings. Scott gave him his bottle of lube back. Corwin stared at Scott
for a while, obviously considering something while turning the bottle over
and over in his hands. "What did you say you needed this for?"

"I just wanted to try it out. I never used it before." Scott lied. Corwin
stared a minute longer and put it in his bag. Scott became worried that
Corwin had put two and two together and figured out that Scott was the
midnight raider to the girls' camp.

Scott accompanied Corwin to his new campsite on the other side of the boys'
camp. Corwin had agreed not to call his mother and to stay at camp as long
as he didn't have to be around Tom at all. Tom stayed in his tent and away
from Corwin while all this took place, just as he'd been asked to, by the
director. Scott made no effort to converse with Corwin along the way to his
new campsite.

The rest of the day was strained. Tom didn't talk much. Cheryl wouldn't
shut up, and the other campers kept bringing up Corwin, which darkened
Tom's mood. In band class, Cheryl had gotten Scott alone in the instrument
room while they were organizing the rentals for the new group. She brought
up the other night. Scott had to tell her several times to shut up and kept
checking to be sure the band leader or any campers weren't around to
hear. Cheryl just laughed and thought it was funny. Finally, Scott told
her, "Look, if I get caught, I'm not going down alone. I'm ratting you out
too."

It didn't even faze her, though, and she said, "I'll just say you wouldn't
leave me alone and when you came to my cabin, I told you to get
lost. They'll believe me over you, cuz you're a horny guy and I'm a
girl. Besides, you were in my camp, I wasn't in yours."

"Look," she said, "I still wanna get fucked by that giant dick of yours. If
you come back tonight, We'll go straight to fucking so you'll last
longer. Plus, you should jack it before dinner sometime and that'll help
too. It'll be fun. Whaddya say?"

"I say, you're freakin' nuts. They'll be watching out for me now."

"Nah, it's gonna rain tonight and the hammer never goes out in the
rain. Besides, they won't expect you to do it again the very next
night. So, whaddya say?" Cheryl reached over and grabbed Scott through his
shorts. He'd started to pull away but his little horny brain stopped
him. Nervously, he looked at the open storage room door and seeing no one
near, let her work his dick up to a full erection. Cheryl took Scott's hand
and pulled it up onto her breast. She wasn't wearing a bra.  He felt the
protruding nipple. She rubbed his bulge through his nylon shorts until they
heard some commotion in the other room and she let go and spun away
quickly. No one entered and she reached for him again, but Scott was too
nervous about getting caught, so he got up and went to the outhouse.

He was relieved no one was in there. Scott went to a stall, pulled the
curtain closed, ripped his shorts and boxers down, sat on the hard toilet
seat and jacked himself furiously. Immediately, the familiar tingles
emerged in the tightly stretched, mushroom head of his penis. He was so
fully boned, that his large head was dark red and shiny and smooth. The
ridges, usually visible in it, were stretched out tight. Next, his balls
started in with their pre-orgasmic aching that always spread downward into
his sphincter. Scott was pumping his dick hard and clenching his ass
cheeks. Pre-cum was dripping down his foreskin onto his clenched fist that
was wrapped tightly around his large dick.

He stopped just long enough to pull the front of his t-shirt up over his
head to protect it from the coming explosion. He kept thinking about
fucking Cheryl, and Corwin's morning cum popped in and out of his head as
his breathing became more ragged. He was jerking and twitching when he
thought about Stewie outside the tent and fantasized about sucking his dick
for him. That was the final trigger, and Scott let out an audible moan as
the first of his load blasted out of his dick onto his bare chest. He
relaxed for a second, only to be overcome by a second, equally powerful,
eruption. He shot four full squirts and then oozed for a bit. After
cleaning up, and boning down, he went back in to find Cheryl still in the
storage room working on the instruments. She smiled knowingly at him. "See
you tonight." She said.

"Maybe." Scott said. Scott wondered to himself which meaning of 'maybe' he
really intended, as he walked back to camp.

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