Date: Mon, 15 Aug 2011 11:37:19 -0700 (PDT) From: Arnold Evans Subject: Scout Camp Boys Part 1 (b/b) All the usual disclaimers; this depicts sex between underage boys, if this material is forbidden in your area of residence or you are offended by such material, please stop reading. When I was fifteen, I was asked to be a staff member for the summer camp program at my state?s Boy Scout reserve, a property of several thousand acres with beautiful lakes, forests and camping facilities. Each summer there were a number of two-week camp sessions that the various troops from all over the state would attend to hone their camping, cooking and first aid skills, as well as just plain have fun hiking, swimming and practicing archery. I worked the waterfront areas as a lifeguard. At the time, I was already six feet tall (an early bloomer!) with auburn hair, brown eyes and very fair skin. I was quite lean, with the long, fluid muscles of a swimmer; swimming and scuba were my passions. I had experienced some sexual encounters with girls my age and younger, but was still technically a virgin, having had only oral sex and handjobs; I was ACHING to actually penetrate a girls vagina or anus, but had not yet been granted that joy by any of the girls who were willing to suck me or jack me off. While I considered myself to be pretty straight, I did find younger boys with their smooth, hairless bodies to be sexy if they had a feminine-enough look. Their slender legs and round butts were rather appealing to me, and I was quite curious to play with, and maybe try sucking a young, hard cock. I hadn?t had any experiences with boys after reaching puberty?only the occasional touchy-feely encounter of curious youth when I was six or seven and didn?t even know what sex was about yet. Needless to say, I enjoyed the opportunity to check out the more effeminate lads during swim periods. I often fantasized about them when I saw them in their Speedos, prancing around with their sexy butts gripped in the tight lycra, and their small genital packages highlighted by the wet fabric. My favourite views were when they would spring little boners and tent out their suits. I usually got hard myself when I?d see this, and although I would adjust my erection into a comfortable position, I?d make no effort to hide it; I wanted to see the younger boys? reactions in hopes of spotting a likely candidate to fool around with. Several of the boys had sexy legs and butts, and some of them had enough of an effeminate look that I could easily picture myself kissing them passionately besides sucking on their cocks and working my rather sizeable cock into their tight rectums. It was my habit to shower quite late in the evening. The camping area was divided into a dozen or so campsites, one per troop, and one for the staff. Although there was running water and latrines at each site, there was only one central area with showers that the whole camp used. The campers were not allowed out of their own campsites after 10pm, the lights-out time, but staff had the run of the property at all hours. The other staff showered just after dinner and settled in for the evening, so I liked to go after lights-out and enjoy my shower at leisure. One of the things I liked was that the communal shower stall with its six stations was actually a walled area outside the main latrine building; no roof, so it was open to the sky. Since the camp was remote from any cities or towns, there was no ambient light to wash out the view of the stars, and I just loved looking up at them as I had a long, relaxing shower. Oh, yeah: I also liked being there alone so that I could jack off all I wanted while I fantasized about the young boys at camp and the sexy girls back home. One night as I approached the shower building for my nightly ritual, I heard water running. ?Shit!? I said under my breath as I neared. I could only hope that whichever staff member was intruding on my privacy was almost done so I could have a serious wank once he left. I was especially horny that night. Hell, I was especially horny EVERY night. I slipped in quietly, inching the usually-noisy door open and shut so I could peep out the situation. When I peered around the corner into the shower area, my head began to swim at the sight before my eyes! It was Harry Vernon, a twelve-year-old from my own troop back home. I was originally hot for his sister Lisa, who was a year my senior but still a good friend. I began to take an interest in Harry as well when I saw him in his Speedo on troop outings. Actually, I had managed a few surreptitious feels of his ass and legs during pool games, and had become seriously horny for him. He looked like a smaller version of his sister?the wavy, blond hair, golden skin, huge green eyes and pouty lips that made her so attractive were replicated beautifully on him. Honestly, he was WAY too pretty to be a boy! For months I had been entertaining thoughts of how heavenly it would be to kiss those full lips and dart my tongue into his mouth, fondle and stroke every inch of him and then swallow his hard cock before mounting him to pump my seed into his tight ass. The stunning fact was, that on top of flagrantly violating lights-out, he was standing under the flowing water with his head tilted back and his eyes closed?and his hand slowly stroking his soapy little erection! I had to have him, and was so filled with lust that I threw caution to the wind entirely. I figured he?d be scared enough to be caught masturbating after lights out that I could coax him into playing with me, but saved that as a last resort. I?d try the carrot before the stick. I quietly stripped, releasing my rigid member to the glorious night air, and moved into position under the shower head next to his. I turned on the flow and faced his direction so that my turgid cock would be in plain view. Harry freaked. I mean, he didn?t go running and gibbering or anything, but I could see in his eyes as they snapped open that he knew he was busted big-time. His hand immediately flew from his boner and he turned half away, sputtering something unintelligible. I pretended to ignore the situation for the moment and just sighed with contentment as the water cascaded over me. ?I love it here this time of night,? I said. ?I like the stars and the quiet. I guess you do, too. Hey, Harry?don?t be scared; I won?t report you for being up this late, okay?? He slowly turned to face me, blushing furiously. He was at a loss for words when he looked my way to find me languidly stroking my own soapy cock while looking his body up and down. ?Yeah, I like to do this, too,? I said as I slowly fisted my pulsating hard-on, ?This is the best time to do it. Go ahead and finish, I don?t want you to have to go to bed horny and unsatisfied. We can finish together, if it doesn?t bother you.? ?Uh?sure,? he stammered. ?I, uh, I?d like that. It kinda? turns me on to see another guy doing it, too. Nolan and I, well?? His voice trailed off, but it was clear that he and Nolan, another boy from our troop, had at least jacked themselves together?maybe more. I moved closer to him so that our my cock was almost touching him, and continued my slow wank. He went back to work on his own boner, looking intently at my much larger piece of meat. I inched a bit closer, so that we were occasionally brushing against each other with our penises, and went for broke. ?Here, Harry?see if it feels better when I do it for you.? I switched to using my left hand on my own cock while I reached for his with my right. He jumped a little when my hand closed over his and kept them both moving slowly over his beautiful penis, but he soon let his hand drop so that I could continue on my own. I let go of my own cock and began to stroke his back with that hand, moving lower as I slowly pleasured his erection. I made myself move slowly, but finally I was cupping his soapy ass in my hand. Oh, GOD, it felt good! I let my fingers slide between his cheeks a few times, and then began to let them drift lightly over his tight, puckered anus. I felt it tighten each time my fingers grazed across it, and his sexy little ass clenched and unclenched as he began to moan. I was so enjoying feeling him up like this that I hadn?t noticed what his hands were doing. I was suddenly aware that he had wrapped one hand around my hard shaft and was matching my strokes to him while the other hand was gently stroking my soapy balls and giving my scrotum the most pleasant occasional squeeze. I couldn?t resist any longer; I lowered my face to his and gave him a light kiss. He looked puzzled, but not put off, so I let go of his ass with my left hand and cradled the back of his neck as I leaned in for a more passionate kiss. I pressed my lips to his and gently teased his mouth open with my tongue before slipping it delicately into his mouth to flick at his own. He warmed to the kiss immediately and began to suck on my tongue as if born to it. I would have loved to continue on to bigger and better things, but he reached the point of no return suddenly and began to spasm as his little cock jerked in my hand. I couldn?t tell if he was actually shooting cum because of the soap and water, but the sheer sexiness of his orgasm triggered my own and I shot strings of cum across his flat stomach as he trembled against me and sucked my tongue more forcefully. He finally stopped shaking and opened his eyes to look into mine. I knew then and there that this was the beginning of something big; without a word being spoken, we both understood that we were physically addicted to one another. * * * If you enjoyed this, let me know: dr3amwrit3r69@yahoo.com I have a few more stories in the works.