Date: Wed, 3 Sep 2014 04:52:57 -0700 From: Sven Svensson Subject: RANDY AND EDDIE Sneaky Blowjob at Scout Camp This is a story about two preteen boys at camp. If that's not your cup of tea, read something else. Eddie was having a dream, a wonderful dream. He was swimming in warm, warm water that surrounded him. He was naked, which surprised him, because he couldn't remember ever having gone skinny dipping. It didn't matter, though, because the water was caressing his whole body, but particularly his dick. Eddie realized that he had a boner in the water, and the warm, wet feeling on it was feeling so very nice. He also realized that he was underwater, but he could still breathe. How odd! The sloshing rush of water made him feel better and better, and then he knew that he couldn't hold out any longer. He looked down between his legs and watched as the sperm shot out into the water and floated away like tiny pearls. There wasn't all that much of it, of course. Eddie was only twelve, and his balls had started to produce cum only a few weeks before (surprising the boy as he masturbated in bed, expecting to get the same great, but dry feeling that whacking off always produced). This orgasm in the water, though, was beyond anything Eddie had ever experienced. It was so awesome, the warmth of the liquid surrounding him and caressing him and loving him in the sexiest way he could ever have imagined. And then, suddenly, he was back on shore. He could feel a cool breeze on his genitals. And then the dream was gone. Eddie slept on. Randy carefully pulled Eddie's tighty-whities, which had been hooked under his balls, back into place and sat up. Ten minutes earlier, his heart pounding, he had lain in his sleeping bag waiting for his friend to fall asleep. The two boys were at Boy Scout camp, deep in the woods and amidst nearly 100 youngsters who took full advantage of a week during which they could run, jump, swim, go horseback riding, and take part in all of the activities that the Boy Scouts provide. There were merit badges to earn, there were friendships to form. It was great. Randy, like Eddie, was twelve years old, but unlike Eddie, he was still running dry between the legs. He had known how to masturbate for several years, fiddling around inside his shorts one summer day while reading a Hardy Boys mystery and realizing that gee, it really felt good to have his hand on his wiener, which was suddenly hard, like it sometimes was when he got up in the morning. He continued to fiddle and rub and caress, and after a few minutes, the book fell to the floor and without even taking his shorts off, Randy had his first-ever orgasm. He lay there on his bed amazed at what had just happened. He had never felt anything like it before – it was as if his whole body had suddenly caught on fire, but in a wonderful way. Could he get his wiener to do the same thing again? Sure he could. From that day forward, Randy was a sworn masturbator, a boy with the secret knowledge that he could pleasure himself into nirvana anytime he wanted. That fall, Randy entered the fourth grade, and for the first time gym class involved taking a shower afterward. For the first time, Randy, who was an only child in his family, found himself naked with lots of other naked boys, and for the first time he realized that he really liked looking at other boys' penises. Some were bigger, some were smaller. Randy particularly enjoyed Fridays, when gym class was the last class of the day not just for the fourth grade, but also the eighth grade. The eight-graders and fourth-graders did different things during gym class, but afterward they all gathered in the cavernous locker room, and they all padded into the showers. The eighth-graders – wow, some of them had big cocks! Not huge, those boys were 13, but they had hair around their dicks, and their balls were bigger, too. Randy instinctively knew that he wasn't supposed to stare between anyone's legs, so he quickly learned to look without looking, but he seared images of naked teenagers into his brain and brought them up like a slideshow when he was in his bed at home and with his hands between his legs. From chatter at school, Randy soon figured out that he was a gay boy. The way in which some of the boys treated a classmate called Alex, who was small and shy and always with his hand up when the teacher had a question – calling him a faggot and pushing him around – made Randy understand that the fact that he liked looking at naked boys and not at naked girls was something that he must keep to himself. He felt bad for Alex and sometimes played ball with him or rode bikes with him after school, when the toughs weren't looking. It never occurred to him to ask Alex whether Alex, too, liked to jerk off and think sexy thoughts about other boys. And so Randy grew, and so he found himself at Boy Scout camp. He had missed camp the year before, because he had had measles, and Eddie, who was his best friend, had come back bubbling about what an awesome experience it had been. So this year Randy had been looking forward to camp all spring long. He and Eddie made sure to sign up for the same tent, they sat next to each other at mealtimes, they went swimming and horseback riding together, and they were together pretty much all the time that they were awake, just like BFFs are supposed to be. It was midway through the week, and Randy hadn't jacked off the whole time. He wasn't sure that he could do that without making noise, and he didn't know whether Eddie would be interested in that. Nothing his friend had ever said or done suggested that he was interested in boys and their equipment like he was. But this evening, as they had brushed their teeth and washed up, it had occurred to Randy that he really wanted to see Eddie's dick, which he had never done. He and Eddie were in parallel classes at school and didn't have gym together, and at camp Eddie just stripped down to his underwear before crawling into his sleeping bag. And so Randy lay in his own sleeping bag waiting for his best friend's breathing to show that he was asleep. Then he crawled out of his own bag and over to Eddie's on the other side of the tent. His heart pounding fiercely, he quietly unzipped the bag and stuck his hand inside. He moved it forward very carefully until his fingertips touched cloth. Eddie's underwear! Randy raised his hand a bit higher and a bit forward again, and the palm of his hand landed on the front of Eddie's shorts. Underneath was what Randy had been looking for. He could feel his friend's penis under the soft cloth. Randy left his hand there for a moment, his own cock painfully hard in his own underwear. He thought about going back to his own sleeping bag with just the feel of Eddie's prick in his memory, but he couldn't. Every nerve tingling fiercely, he slipped his hand under the waistband of Eddie's tighty-whities, and then, for the first time in his life, Randy touched another boy's penis. It felt warm and silky. And then, much to Randy's surprise, it began to swell and grow harder under his fingers. Oh, wow! Eddie was getting a boner! It didn't take but a couple of seconds, and the dick Randy was holding was fully erect. Randy just had to see it. There was some light in the tent, because the area outside was floodlit to keep bears away, and the tent had a mesh window that could be zipped up if there was rain. And so Randy unzipped Eddie's sleeping bag a little bit more and raised it up. He could see Eddie's underwear and the outline of his own hand inside it. It took a little bit of maneuvering, but Randy managed to pull the front of his friend's shorts down and under his balls. Finally he could see Eddie's tool, and it was a boner! Randy's brain registered that there were a few hairs curling around Eddie's cock and understood that his friend had gone through puberty before him. That wasn't something they ever discussed. Randy could feel Eddie's erection pulsing in his fingers. He gave it a couple of experimental rubs and thought that it swelled a little bit thicker. And then, before he lost his nerve, Randy stuck his head inside Eddie's sleeping bag and took his friend's dick into his mouth. Whatever Randy knew about blowjobs at the age of twelve came from vulgar jokes that some of the kids at school told. It was all theory. He started to gently suckle on the boner that was in his mouth, reveling in the feeling of having it on his tongue. He was sweating bullets, his head inside the sleeping bag, but Randy wouldn't have traded this experience for all the money in the world. He was actually sucking a cock! And then Eddie gave a little sigh in his sleep, and Randy felt warm liquid seeping out and then spraying out into his mouth. Eddie was cumming! Randy didn't move as the boner swelled and throbbed in his mouth, and when he felt no more liquid coming out, he swallowed every drop of it. And then Randy carefully pulled Eddie's tighty-whities, which had been hooked under his balls, back into place and sat up. He zipped Eddie's sleeping bag back up and returned to his own one. Randy didn't even crawl inside his bag, he just lay down on it, yanked his shorts off, and masturbated passionately, Eddie's cum so sweet down the back of his throat. He had touched Eddie's dick! He had sucked Eddie's dick! Eddie had cum in his mouth, in his mouth, in his mooooooooooooooooooooooooooouth ... and Randy clenched his teeth to keep from howling to the moon when the orgasm cascaded into him and knocked him for a loop and then another loop and another. And it was only then that he realized that his stomach was wet. He touched the liquid, and it was warm. He put his fingers to his tongue, and it was cum. First-time ever cum. Randy couldn't believe it. Just that morning he had still had empty balls, and now he had sucked another boy's boner and gotten cum himself. Life was good. Randy didn't even bother to put his underwear back on, he just crawled into his sleeping bag, rolled over, and was asleep in minutes.