Date: Fri, 01 Dec 2006 13:54:20 +0000
From: Endor
Subject: Scout Camp Spunk

Stephen had just celebrated his thirteenth birthday.  He was on scout camp,
and had been given the `bumps' by his friends, and a special cake had been
baked. They sat round the campfire that evening eating it and messing about,
as boys do. Some of the `messing about' had included a bit of sex play, and
Stephen, along with one or two of the other boys, had had their crotch felt.
  It wasn't unusual, and Stephen rather liked it.  The problem on scout camp
was always finding privacy for a wank.  They slept four to a tent, and it
was really quite `cosy', so when one of them got an erection, most of them
knew about it. From time to time, one of the boys would get up in the night
and make some excuse for going outside, only to creep back in about ten
minutes later and go sound asleep.  Stephen guessed what was being done;
he'd had to do it himself a few times, just to relieve the pressure.

Tonight, however, was a bit different.  One of the boys in his tent, a
twelve year old called Peter, had been fooling around with them, and had
made a surreptitious grab for Stephen's crotch.  Stephen had responded by
doing the same to Peter, but then had a bit of a surprise.  The ritual was
always the same.  A boy would go for a `grope', would be pushed away with
more or less speed, depending on how the boys were feeling, and the `favour'
would be returned, again, to be pushed away. But Peter hadn't pushed Stephen
away.  Instead, rolling on the grass near the camp fire, he had let Stephen
feel him, and Stephen had felt Peter get decidedly hard.

Peter was a good looking boy, a bit `soft', and rather shy.  So it had been
a double surprise to find him so willing to be `groped'. Stephen sat by the
fire with the other boys, feeling his own desire growing, and wondering. He
glanced across to Peter, who was sitting almost opposite him.  Peter's
shorts were wide-legged and he could see up one of them. He felt himself
getting hard, and tried to think of something else. But the thought wouldn't
go away.  He remembered how willing Peter was when he put his hand on the
bulge in those shorts, feeling Peter up while they played at wrestling. He
remembered how clearly he could feel the outline of Peter's balls, his
growing cock, through the material of his shorts.  By now, Stephen was hard
again and realised the only thing he could do to get rid of his boner was to
have a wank.  Suddenly, one of the boys announced a game of tag in the dark.
  This was yet another signal for a round of surreptitious groping, for mild
sex play, as the boys darted around trying to get each other to the ground.
Stephen found himself floored by one of the older boys. No grope. He got up
again, and went for the first boy he saw.  It was Peter. He pulled him to
the ground, and in the dark, went for a quick grope. His hand found Peter's
shorts, found the bulge, and felt it.  His hand stayed there while they
rolled about on the grass, feeling the familiar shape of an erect boner
through Peter's shorts. And then he felt a hand on his own cock.  This
wasn't just a grope.  Someone was feeling him up properly; feeling the
outline of his boner, running fingers under his balls and between his legs.
He grabbed the arm, and pulled.  It was Peter's. They tumbled about a bit,
calling `tag', and peter did it again, this time making an attempt to get
his hand up inside stephen's shorts. The ritual demanded that they break up,
and other boys were tagging.  Stephen went down a second time, this time
with a leader, and felt the familiar hand on his crotch in a quick grope.
He returned the favour and moved on. After a while the game fizzled out, and
the boys made their way to their tents.

Stephen crawled in, to find two of the boys having an argument.  Peter was
arguing with Matthew about where he was to sleep.
"You snore", said Peter, "and you kept me awake.  I'm moving to sleep next
to Stephen."
"I don't snore"
"Yes you do.  How would you know when you're asleep."
Peter picked up his sleeping bag and moved it so it was right next to
Stephen's, then started to undress. Andrew, another twelve year old, crawled
in. "Oh, so its all change then", he said, watching Peter move his bag.
"That means I'm next to Matthew, and he gets boners all night".
"I don't" said Matthew, going red.
Matthew was the same age as Stephen, but a quiet, introverted boy, rather
too tall for his age.
"Yes you do", insisted Andrew. "You had to go outside for a wank last night.
  I heard you".
"No I never", insisted Matthew.
"You can't deny it", said Andrew. "You woke me up crawling over my sleeping
bag, and you were only wearing your briefs.  I could see it poking out of
the waist band, and then I heard you spunking off outside".
Honour demanded that Matthew wrestle Andrew to the ground, which was a bit
difficult as there was little space inside the tent. Andrew found himself
underneath the taller boy, and made a grab for Matthew's crotch.  "See,
you've already got another boner".
It was true.  Matthew's pants were tented right out, and the shape of his
boner was visible to the other three boys.
"I'm going to bed" said matthew grumpily.
"Well, don't wank over me", said Andrew
"Don't you worry", said matthew. "No one fancies your cock".
The two boys crawled into their sleeping bags and pretended to snuggle down,
back to back.
Stephen watched Peter in the dark. He could see that Peter had been watching
the exchange closely, and as he stripped off ready to get into his own
sleeping bag, Stephen could see he too had a full boner.  Peter made no
attempt to hide it, showing off his erection so that Stephen got a good
view, his pale body naked except for his skimpy tented briefs, his legs thin
and pale, and his hair all scruffy from the speed of his undressing.  He
then climbed slowly into his sleeping bag, lying down next to Stephen.
Stephen stripped to his underpants and got into his bag.  Everything was
quiet for a bit, then Stephen felt, rather than heard, Peter move towards
him.
"Are you awake" whispered Peter?
"Yes"
"Do you ever sleep naked?"
"Sometimes", whispered Stephen.
"I'm naked now", whispered Peter.
Stephen felt his cock grow even harder at the thought of a naked Peter
sleeping next to him.
"What does it feel like?", whispered Stephen.
"Its nice.  You can feel if you like".
Stephen felt Peter unzip his sleeping bag a bit.  He carefully took his arm
outside his sleeping bag and moved it towards Peter's bag, slipping it
inside the open zip. Peter felt the movement, and grabbed Stephen's hand,
putting it on his naked tummy.
"There. See."
Stephen moved his hand a bit, feeling the warm softness of the other boy's
skin.  His own cock was rock hard, and he wanted to do more.  He was way too
nervous, so he simply left his hand resting on Peter's warm tummy.  But
Peter wasn't so shy.  He reached across and took Stephen's hand, moving it
down to his crotch.  Stephen felt Peter's erection firm and hard against his
hand, felt the smooth skin around the base of his cock, and the silky warmth
of Peter's private sexuality. God, it felt good.
"Go on, you can feel it if you want", whispered Peter.
Stephen wanted.  He wanted more than he had ever wanted anything. He moved
his hand so it was resting on the hardness of Peter's boner, feeling it,
moving a finger up the length of it, then moving down and feeling under
Peter's smooth tight balls. He felt Peter respond, felt him push his cock
gently against his hand as he rubbed it.
"Why don't you get naked too" whispered Peter. "Then I can feel yours".
Stephen didn't want to stop.  He moved his hand slowly over Peter's naked
cock, felt his balls, felt under his cock and around his tummy, then back on
again, gently beginning to masturbate the boy by pushing his hand against
the firm smooth rod.
"Its all right", whispered Peter. "I wont stop you.  But you should get
naked too."
Stephen made his decision.  He withdrew his hand, gently and quietly, and
felt for his own underpants. Pulling them off inside his sleeping bag, he
then unzipped his bag and shoved them outside. He then moved his hand back
inside Peter's bag, afraid he would lose the chance.  He felt Peter open his
legs a bit, and he resumed the rubbing.
Peter's cock felt warm, hard and smooth.  It had a lovely firm head, and the
shaft was quite thin. Moving his hand up and down Peter's cock, he was
unashamedly wanking him. He felt Peter respond, moving his lower body in
time with Stephen's massage.

Then Stephen felt a hand inside his own sleeping bag. He felt the cool hand
feel for his cock, grasp it, and start rubbing it.  God, that felt good. He
felt Peter's hand doing things with his cock that he had never imagined.
Instead of straightforward rubbing, which is how he wanked, Peter was
rubbing the tip, then fingering his balls, then running his finger up the
shaft.  Stephen felt his back arch, and then he felt Peter moving himself
closer.
"You can wank me more if you want" whispered Peter.
Stephen started in earnest.  He was feeing Peter respond to every movement,
pushing his smooth naked body against  Stephen, moving in opposition to
Stephen's wanking movements so that the feeling he was getting was
maximised. And Peter was doing things to Stephen that made him feel he would
explode.  He opened his legs so Peter could reach better, and felt the hand
gently squeeze his balls, felt it move up his shaft.  He couldn't keep still
now, and while he wanked Peter, he felt himself getting near to climax.
Peter's breath was coming hard, and Stephen felt his sex building fast.
Peter was breathing like a train, panting quietly while Stephen wanked him,
moving his body more and more urgently.
"Hey who'se wanking"?  Andrew's voice.
"Shut up Andrew", said Peter. "Can't a guy have a wank in peace?"
"Your making me want one as well" said Andrew.
"Im not stopping you", said Peter, moving his hand faster up Stephen's
shaft.
Peter turned again to Stephen, concentrating on getting the maximum feeling
from his hand to Stephen's cock. Stephen was rubbing Peter fast now, totally
lost in the sexual pleasure of making another boy cum. And Peter was loving
every second, moving his body against Stephen, getting his cock hard into
Stephen's hand.
Suddenly, Stephen felt Peter go rigid.  His back arched, and his breath came
in great gasps. He felt Peter's cock twitch once, twice, then felt the warm
wet feeling as spunk was pumped out onto his hand.  Peter moaned softly,
pushing his erupting cock violently against Stephen's hand.  At the same
time, in the spasm of his orgasm, Peter grabbed Stephen's cock and Stephen
let go, pumping his own spunk up and out over Peter's hand. Spunk ran down
Peter's arm, and made a wet sticky mess on Stephen's cock.  Stephen gave
Peter a few more gentle rubs , feeling his balls slacken, feeling him relax.
  Peter wasn't so quick to let go of Stephen, rubbing the slippery cum
against his cock, giving him even now a new sensation.
"You should do it more quietly, Peter" said Andrew.  "The whole camp
probably heard that".
"How do you know it was me" asked Peter.
"I could feel you moving", said Andrew
"Then you shouldn't be so close", said Peter.  "Give yourself a wank, and go
to sleep."
Stephen grinned in the dark.  He could make out Peter's fair hair and face.
Suddenly, Peter did something totally unexpected.  He leaned across and gave
Stephen the briefest of kisses. Just a quick touch of the lips.  But it felt
awesome.
"Thanks" whispered Stephen.
"I loved it" whispered Peter.
The two boys lay back, warm in the afterglow of sex.  They could see Andrew
across the tent, quietly trying to wank without being noticed, his sleeping
bag moving rhythmically.  They watched him for a bit, his face vacant and
far away.  His hand moved more quickly, then stopped.  They watched the
relief on his face as he spunked inside his sleeping bag. Stephen fell
asleep, covered in spunk, naked and warm.