Date: Sun, 4 Mar 2018 18:43:52 +0000 From: Matty N Subject: Tenting with Teens - Chapter one Hi guys, This story is a short, 3 part, series inspired by the mixture of a fantasy a friend once told me and some of the sexy things I've seen on tumblr. It is a sexual story but the first chapter is just setting it up for the events of future chapters. All copyrights are mine. If you aren't of legal age then it's your decision to continue reading and take the consequences. I love getting feedback from the readers so please feel free to email me on niftymatty@hotmail.com Check out my tumblr: www.niftymatty.tumblr.com ------------------- Tenting with Teens - Chapter one When I was 13, my mum signed me up to the Duke of Edinburgh award at the Bronze level. For those of you who don't live in the United Kingdom, the DofE is a series are three awards of increasing difficulty. The idea is that you have to take on a new physical activity, learn a new skill, volunteer in an organisation or charity and complete an expedition. I hadn't wanted to do it - not in the slightest - but my mum was full of what she thought were good reasons for me to take it up. "It's nationally recognised," she had said, "You'll be able to use it when you apply for jobs and university." When that hadn't persuaded me, she tried a different tactic. "It'll be fun and you'll get to go camping." She tried to remind me about the fact that I used to put up a tent in the back garden to play in when I was a little kid - that's not exactly the same as the expedition, Mum. In the end, she'd tried to pull on my heartstrings: "Luke, this is really important to me," her pleading eyes making me feel guilty for ever trying to say no to her, "I know you've found it hard since we moved here. Doing something like this might help you make some friends." Ouch! She was right though: I had found it really difficult to settle in since we'd moved in to the house a few months before but I hadn't realised that she had noticed that and the thought that I'd been worrying my mother really hurt me. She and my Dad had divorced after he was found to have cheated several times during their marriage. I hadn't had anything to do with him since and, to be honest, I don't think he was that bothered. He was a selfish bastard and having children was just a negative in his mind. It's not that I hadn't wanted to make friends! At my last school, I was quite the social butterfly and get on well with everyone but, here, I was just finding it so impossible to break through into any of the establish friendship cliques. I guess that's what comes of joining when you are already in Year 9 - everyone already has friends and a properly developed social life so why bother reaching out to someone new. Don't get me wrong; people had been relatively nice to me. Well, no-one had gone out of their way to be nasty to me anyway but no-one really wanted to be friends and I really didn't know how to build a brand new friendship. All of my previous ones had just evolved naturally from childhood. The pained look on her face was the reason I agreed to enrol. I didn't actually believe that it would help me make any new friends but I knew that it would make my mum feel better so why not do it? Honestly, what did I really have to lose especially because, she was right, employers would look favourably at it and it might genuinely help me get a place at university when I was older. "Alright Mum," I said, "I'll do it if you want me to." The effect on her was instant and she had such a huge smile on her face as she ruffled my soft brown hair with her hand. "You'll enjoy it, Luke. You'll see; it'll open you up to so many new experiences." I don't think she realised quite how true those words were. So, the point of the DofE award programme is that you have to do things over time. It isn't just a case of starting to play football one day and straight away being able to tick off the physical aspect of award. You had to spend at least 3 months on each section and 6 months on one of them. That was all before you were able to go on the overnight expedition. As you can imagine, most of these activities were pretty solitary ones so I definitely didn't develop any friendships straight away. I picked up swimming as my physical activity and started spending every other night at the local leisure centre. I've always been really slim, so much so that my friends at my old school had jokingly called me string bean and I thought that swimming every other day would help me start to develop some muscle tone and build up a bit. The results came pretty quickly and I decided to extend this activity into the one for 6 months to really help me tone up a bit. I know that picking something like going to the gym would have been better for this but, honestly, I didn't really have a clue what I was doing with something like that and I didn't want my mum to have to pay for the membership. She didn't really have a lot of money as my dad had been the major earner in our family and, now, wasn't even paying a penny towards me. Swimming hardly cost anything though; the council in the area we were living in had made swimming free for under 16s in the hope to get more people into the sport and improve fitness in teenagers. That meant I just needed to get a decent pair of swimming shorts and goggles and the cost of everything else was taking care of. The most difficult part of the swimming was actually the changing rooms. I'd figured out that I was different to the other boys when I was 11 but I didn't exactly know why. We had been talking about sex and relationships at school towards the end of Year 6. You know, learning about puberty and how babies are born - things like that. Anyway, a lot of my friends had been quite excited about the whole thing and couldn't stop talking about girls and having sex during lunchtimes after we'd had these lessons. That had never really captured my interest. No, the thing that held my attention was when the teacher had put up a picture of an ejaculating dick up on the whiteboard. It had been a cartoon of course - they weren't showing us porn in the classroom - but it had been enough to completely enthral me and leave me with so many questions about dicks. I hadn't asked any of them, of course. We were given chance to add questions to a box at the end of each lesson but I never put any of my thoughts down on paper. That is how I learned about wanking though. One of the other lads must have put a question about it in the box and the teacher read it out. She became really embarrassed and told us that she couldn't answer that. My interest was piqued and so I obviously googled what it was later on that day and, after some extensive reading, gave it a go that night. I was amazed that anything could feel so good but I was a little confused when the image in my head when I had my first orgasm, albeit a dry one, was of the dick from the whiteboard. It had taken about a year, and a lot more dry orgasms and a fair few wet ones, before I finally realised that I was actually gay. I'd heard the word on one of my mum's soaps and it suddenly made sense to me. I was gay. I fancied boys and wanted to be with one. Unfortunately, that was also the same week that I first heard it used in my high school as an insult towards someone else and, straight away, that made me decide not to tell anyone. So, yeah, being in the leisure centre changing rooms with all of these big men, who had no problem being naked, walking around in front of me was really difficult. It was hard - literally. I had to fight so hard not to get turned on and, in the end, I started using the individual changing rooms because seeing other guys in any state of undress was just too much for me. I had a similar difficulty at school but, so far, had managed to hide it when my cock started to get hard when there were other semi-naked guys around me. For my other activities, I'd started to volunteer at a charity shop - boring I know but it was the easiest thing for me to do - and, for my skill, I picked up orienteering and navigation. I'd have to do that on the expedition anyway so I might as well get used to it and then, maybe, I could actually be an asset to my team. I was 14 by the time it came to my first expedition. Note that I say my first because the DofE has this weird thing where you have to go and do a practice expedition first before you do the real one. Now, in reality, that's actually the same thing so you just end up doing one twice. Maybe there should be more adult involvement in the first one so that you're ready for the second one but, at my school, there really wasn't. This expedition scared me for several reasons. First, I'd be placed in a group with people I wasn't friends with but that was bound to happen seeing as I still hadn't really made any friends yet but, second, I'd have to share a tent with them. There would be 5 of us, all 14-year olds, sharing a tent together for a night. There was no way that I could avoid seeing some of the other lads undressed and nowhere for me to hide if that started getting me hard so I'd have to be really careful with this. The day of the practise came and I was put in a group with 4 other lads: Joe, one of the most popular, and sexiest guys in the year and one who had never paid me the slightest bit of attention; Ash, a member of the school footy team and one of Joe's mates; Kieron, one of the quieter lads who I'd never really seen around all that much and, finally, Josh. Now, I was quite happy to be in the same group as Josh - we had a few lessons together and I'd actually spoken to him a number of times. We weren't friends by any means and we'd never spoke outside of school but at least that meant I knew someone in my group. I was definitely torn about the rest of them: every single member of our group was pretty fit and I knew I'd lost at least a couple of loads myself thinking about Joe, with his angled features and blond hair, and Ash, with his darker skin tone and very tight footballer's body. Even Kieron was pretty fit; he had pale skin and this was offset by his almost black hair and blue eyes. I didn't know how I was going to cope spending so much time around them. The day began at school on the Saturday morning in March. We were brought together, given the kit that the school provided us with and told where we were going. We then had an hour and a half to look over maps, charts and browse the internet in order to plan our adventures, as the teachers put it. You had to complete at least 6 hours of activity on both the Saturday and the Sunday and at least 3 of those hours needed to be travelling from one point to another. It was then that I'd been really glad that I'd chosen to do orienteering as my skills as some of these lads didn't really have a clue what to do at this stage! "Can't we just walk to there?" Ash had asked pointing to a local cave network, "I proper want to go caving, lads." The rest of us looked at each other but it was me that spoke up first: "We can but that's nearly 30 miles from our starting point so we'd have to be walking for pretty much 8 to 9 hours straight." Ash didn't take kindly to me sharing my knowledge. "Oh right," he said, "And you don't want to do that because you can't do anything straight, right?" The group laughed and I found myself joining in - if I didn't, they might think that there's something wrong and possibly start suspecting that I'm not exactly straight. "Nah Ash, he's right though mate," Joe said, slapping me lightly on the back as the laughter died down, "I'm not walking for 30 miles just so you can go in some cave." "Alright then," Ash backed down, "So what do you suggest if you're so smart?" He had me there - I actually didn't have a plan of my own I just knew that his was daft. Luckily, a quick study of the map revealed an ideal destination. "Here," I said, feeling quite proud of myself, "There's the perfect camping spot here. It's sheltered and there'll be plenty of wood around to get a fire going. Plus, it's away from any working farms so we shouldn't wake up with any animals in our tents." Joe jumped on the chance to make a quick joke: "Well, it wouldn't be the first time you've had a cow in your bed, would it Ash?" The group dissolved into laughter as Ash tried to defend his choice to have messed around with a girl called Kelly: "Honestly mate, she had a right mouth on her. Yeah, she was an ugly bird but any hole is a goal - I'd give it to anyone who wanted to make me cum." I hadn't been used to this sort of sex-based banter and found myself withdrawing a bit from the chat and just getting embarrassed. That might have been, in part, because the image of someone sucking Ash off had immediately got me hard and I found myself instantly jealous of this Kelly. The rest of the planning meeting went well. Kieron didn't speak much but he had some good ideas when he did. Watching Josh was weird: he seemed to just agree or disagree with anything that Joe was saying. It was almost as if he really wanted to impress him and figured that now was his chance. I guess that makes sense; Joe was a really popular guy and if Josh wanted to become more popular then impressing him would be a good play to make. He carried on with this throughout the minibus journey to the start of the expedition and well into the afternoon when the actual expedition started and spent most of his time trying to join in with the conversations that Joe and Ash were having. That meant that I got left with Kieron - the guy who barely speaks - and spent most of the walk in silence, only really chipping in when it came to some of the navigational decisions. In the end we'd walked about 4 hours and ended up at the site I'd chosen by 5pm. As teenage boys often are, we were all starving and set up our camping stoves to cook the pasta that the school had packed for us. During the meal, one of the teachers came over to tell us that we were doing well and that, if we needed him, he'd be in a local bed and breakfast and was available on the emergency channel. That was the most interaction we had with an adult on our entire expedition but, to be honest, none of us were bothered about that. Following the meal, we cleared away and set about finding wood for the fire and preparing for the night. It was already getting dark and those camping stoves wouldn't put out anywhere near enough heat or light for us. Joe and I remained behind to set up the tent while the other three set off into the nearby woods to try and find the appropriate kindling and fuel to get, and keep, our fire burning. "So, you've been pretty quiet," Joe said to me as the others left. "Oh," I replied, "Sorry." He laughed, "It isn't a problem, just an observation. You only joined our school this year, yeah?" I nodded and he continued, "So who do you hang around with?" I explained that, although I talked to people now and then, I don't really hang around with anyone. "Oh, that's pretty sad." Instantly, I felt really ashamed of myself. I don't know if that had been his intent or whether he was just commenting on that fact that I had no friends being a bad thing but hearing him say that out loud just made me feel really bad. I don't know if he recognised this but, the next thing I knew, he had walked up to me and patted me on the back. "Well, you know me now," he said, "I'm always up for making new friends." I just laughed - I didn't know what I could say that would make it any less awkward then I felt it already was. Besides, the rest of the group came back shortly after that and I felt far too embarrassed to talk continue the conversation in front of them. Well, maybe Mum was right. Maybe this trip would give me the opportunity to make some new friends. The question was would I be able to handle being this close to a boy this sexy, a guy I have wanked over before, and cope with just being friends. ------------------- Thank you for reading this story; I hope you liked it. 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