Date: Fri, 09 Feb 2007 10:06:24 -0700
From: Xavier <xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk>
Subject: Doing a Good Turn

Doing a Good Turn
by Xavier L

This is a fictional story containing sex between an unrelated adult and a
teenager.  This story is in response to a reader's request.  If you have a
hard time separating fantasy from reality, or if this theme turns you off,
you shouldn't continue reading.

If you are interested in my other stories, you can find them listed in the
Authors section under XavierL (toward the bottom of the list).

If you have ideas or fantasies you'd like to see turned into stories, feel
free to email me as well.

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when there are new stories or updates to existing ones at
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The Scout troop had decided to do a winter campout since the weather had
been more warm than usual.  On our way to meet the boys, I went ahead and
stopped to pick up Daniel since he didn't live too far from me.  He was
almost 14 going on 40.  He was a little tall for his age, fairly lanky and
his platinum blonde hair made his blue eyes stand out and appear much
brighter than they actually were.  He greeted me, and we loaded up the SUV
and went to the meeting place.  All the kids had rides, so it was just
Daniel and me on the way to the campsite.

It was a fun ride.  He taught me the newest phrases so I wouldn't sound too
lame, and so I knew what the hell the kids were talking about, and
introduced me to some new music.  It wasn't until we arrived at the park
that he realized he had . . . wait for it . . . left his tent at home.  I
rolled my eyes and bit my tongue.  This kid would forget his head if it
wasn't attached!  We checked in with the other boys in the troop, and it
looked like I had inherited a tent mate as they had already buddied up and
didn't have any spares.

Daniel was very apologetic, and I noticed the rest of the night he was good
as gold.  So after putting up tents, going for a short hike, and then
roasting marshmallows and telling ghost stories at the fire, we went to our
respective tents.

I tried not to watch him change out of his clothes.  OK, so I tried not to
be obvious that I was watching him change.  Happy now?  He had a decent
physique for being so lanky, and I couldn't help notice a rather plentiful
basket in his boxers.  They didn't appear to be tight enough to be
exaggerating things either.

We climbed into our bags, and I relished the sounds of nature, as well as
some of the talking and laughing going on in other tents.  A few minutes
later my attention was brought to Daniel whose teeth were chattering.  "You
OK Dan?"

"I'm ccccold!"

No tent. . . that must also equal wrong sleeping gear.  "Did you bring a
snow-rated bag like I suggested?"

Silence.  "No.  It's been so warm!"

Grrrr.  "Yeah, but we're in the mountains for heaven's sake! Whatever
happened to `Be Prepared'?"

"Sorry Ken!"

I was hoping he'd warm up as he spent more time in the bag, but when that
was obviously not going to happen, he asked if we could zip our bags
together.  I was VERY uncomfortable with this idea, but the idea of him
getting hypothermia was less attractive.  "OK, fine."

We zipped the bags together, his chattering teeth playing a staccato rhythm
as we worked.  He finally climbed in.  He was shivering so bad, I finally
suggested we huddle up until he was warm.  He was only too glad to get any
warmth he could, and so we ended up with me basically spooning his back
side.  I couldn't help notice how soft his skin was as he pressed against
my bare chest.  I prayed my dick would not betray me.

Soon the chattering stopped and was quickly replaced by deep breathing.  I
backed away from him carefully and eased him to his back.  I stared at his
bare chest and was reminded of his bulge in his boxers.  After assuring
myself he was still asleep, I grabbed my flashlight and burrowed into the
sleeping bag.  I shined the light on his crotch.  My heart started
pounding.  I noticed his blonde hairs on his legs as they caught the light.
I teased open the fly of his boxers very carefully and shifted so I could
look into the open space.

I was greeted by a thin golden bush encompassing the base of his cock.  I
wanted to see more of what he was packing, and so I took a deep breath and
held it as I carefully ran my fingers along his dick and then gently
extricated it from his flannel boxers.  It was as big as I had imagined
which surprised me.  I wondered about his balls, and so I sank my fingers
into the open fly and maneuvered until I could get a better idea.  They
were good-sized.

As I withdrew my hand from his boxers, I noticed his dick was semi-hard.  I
stared at it as it elongated and swelled.  Without thinking I touched the
circumcised tip and saw his cock twitch.  I quickly shut the light off and
turned away.

After waiting for a time where he did not appear to have awakened, I
returned to his dick.  I was fascinated by his young dick.  I touched it
again and watched it twitch.  This time I was more brave and did not pull
away.  I was too chicken to pull his boxers down so I could see the entire
package better, but my fear didn't stop me from slowly stroking his hard
dick.  Why was I so turned on by his teenage dick?  I didn't understand it,
but I became hypnotized by the feeling of the satin skin sliding over his
hard boner.

After a few strokes, I stopped at the base of his dick and slid my fingers
into the fly and felt his balls again.  I so badly wanted to see them and
hold them, but pulling down his boxers?  No, I just couldn't bring myself
to that.  His dick twitched again, and so I returned my hand as if being
summoned and continued stroking him.  Every so often I checked to see if
his eyes were open or if he gave any sign, but he still appeared asleep.  I
wanted to talk to him, to see his look of ecstasy, but there was no way I
could do that either.

I finally gripped his dick more firmly and began jacking it faster.  I
noticed his breathing changing, although his face never changed.  I started
stroking faster watching his belly rising and falling faster.  I sped up to
keep pace with his breathing and then saw his body shudder a second before
his white load shot out of his cock.  I continued working his cock more
slowly, occasionally gripping it firmly, until his jizz stopped flowing.  I
released his cock and lay back down.  I pushed my boxers down exposing my
raging hard-on.  I spread his sticky juice on my cock as I jerked myself
off.  It took only seconds before my load was joining the remnants of his
in my hand.

I pulled my underwear up, took one last look at his soft cock resting on
top of his flannel boxers and then rolled over and fell asleep.

I awoke first and sneaked another glance under the bag.  His cock was
standing straight up.  I resisted the urge to stroke it once again, or to
do even more.  I lifted the bag away gently and gazed at his body in the
early light. I could feel my groin stirring, and so I decided to get
dressed and leave the tent.

A little later Daniel came out of the tent.  He came over to the fire and
sat next to me.  My pulse was racing, but other boys came out of their
tents, and that ended my concerns about him saying anything.  At least
right then.  The whole day he looked like he had something he wanted to say
or ask, but I was relieved that never came about.

One of the adults went over first aid. A boy raised his hand and asked if
it was true that sleeping with less clothes on in a sleeping bag would make
you warmer.  The answer was yes.  I wasn't quite sure what the look on
Daniel's face meant.  But I found out later that night.

At bedtime we headed into our tent.  I undressed again watching Daniel out
of the corner of my eye.  When he got down to his underwear, he stopped,
his fingers in his waistband.  I held my breath.  Unfortunately, he removed
his fingers and then got into the sleeping bag.  We said good night, and
then a little later my hope was kindled when I felt movement from his side.
I glanced over, and in the moonlight I could see him placing his boxers
next to the bag.  My mouth felt dry, and I swallowed.  I waited patiently
until his breathing sounded like sleep.  Then I whispered his name.  No
response.

I grabbed the light and looked inside the bag again.  His dick was
immediately visible as it twitched in greeting.  I moved down into the bag
so that I could get a better look.  One of his legs moved giving me a
better view of his sac.  I licked my lips and fingered the wrinkled skin.
Then I started massaging his balls.  It was getting awfully warm.  I bent
down and looked at the golden hairs on his sac.  That's when I noticed his
musky scent.  It assailed me.  The smell of his sex intoxicated me.  I was
slightly dizzy as I placed my fingers around his cock and stroked him
slowly.

His legs moved farther apart, and I was drawn down to his crotch.  I parted
my lips and softly nibbled at his salty sac with my lips.  His sweat was a
delicacy, and I opened my mouth and began sucking on his balls.  His
twitching cock beckoned me once more, and I found my mouth opening wider
and then felt his hard dick sliding along my tongue.  I turned off my
flashlight and unzipped the bag enough that I could pull it back.  I
breathed the cooler air in deeply and gazed admiringly at his skin tinted
blue by the moonlight.  I moved up and sucked on his nipples gently before
returning to his rod.

His hard flesh slid back and forth against my tongue.  I soon found myself
shoving his cock into my throat.  The more I blew him, the hungrier I
became.  I engulfed his rod and was became desperate for his load.  My head
flew up and down his hard meat.  I wanted to feel him fucking my throat,
but he continued to feign sleep.  I even slid my hands under his bare ass
and moved his hips up.  But he would not "wake up."  I continued my assault
on his rigid flesh until suddenly I was rewarded with his salty load.  It
came rushing into my mouth in thick volleys.  Even though I initially
gagged on it, I swallowed greedily, not wanting to let a drop of his juice
escape.  When his cock ceased spasming, I worked his balls briefly.  I
licked the head of his dick for any remaining fluid and then rolled onto my
back.  I wanted to sniff his boxers to see if they had any of his musky
scent, but I didn't dare lean over him now!  I grabbed a dirty sock and
almost immediately emptied my cum into it.

When I awoke he was still asleep, and so I took advantage of the morning
light to view his naked body.  My gaze washed over his entire body,
especially stopping at the sight of his morning wood.  Unable to contain
myself, I once again lowered my head to his cock and began blowing him.  As
my fingers slipped between his legs to work his balls, I felt his legs
spread apart.  This filled me with even more lust, and I began working his
cock more feverishly.  I finally heard a soft moan escape his lips, and I
stopped sucking on him.  I looked up at his face and saw he was still
pretending to be asleep.

I moved up to his ear and softly whispered in it: "I know you're awake.  If
you don't want me to stop, you need to take part of this more.  Put your
hand on my head and force it down on you.  Move your hips.  Let me know you
want it."  I noticed my heart was racing as I moved back to his luscious
groin.  My head stopped with my lips just over his dick.  I opened them so
that my hot breath would blow on his dick.  I waited.  I moved my fingers
to his sac and lightly played with his golden hairs there.  I watched his
hand.  When nothing happened, I said "I'm sorry Daniel.  Please don't tell
anyone!"  I withdrew my hand and started to move away when out of the
corner of my eye I spotted movement.  I stopped instantly and felt his hand
on my head.

I swallowed my saliva and then lowered my head back toward his crotch.  His
dick twitched as my lips came closer.  His hand guided my head down more,
and I opened my mouth to admit his hungry cock.  As it reacquainted itself
with my throat, I once again took hold of his tight ass cheeks.  I squeezed
them, and he began making fucking motions with his hips.  I devoured his
hardness as he fucked my throat.  Soon my mouth was flying up and down his
young flesh.  I could hear his breathing and feel his urgency.

I removed my hand and slid my boxers down, grabbing a hold of my cock.  I
held my head in place and let him fuck my mouth as I stroked my cock.  I
shot right before his salty juice shot into me, his pelvis pressed against
my face. As his pelvis lowered, my head followed his body down.  I was not
going to release that wonderful cock!  In fact I decided I would keep
sucking on it until another fresh load filled my throat, but unfortunately
sounds of waking scouts were breaking the silence.  I reluctantly released
him.

I sat there until he opened his eyes.  I smiled and said "Good morning!"

"Good morning," he blushed.  He turned looking for his underwear.

I reached over and grabbed them.  "Allow me," I said, and put them over his
cool feet and slowly slid them over his legs and thighs, my hands enjoying
the fuzzy coating on his thin legs.  He lay there unsure of what to do.
"I'm sorry.  I . . . I don't know what happened."

There was a very uncomfortable silence as I replaced my boxers and prepared
to get dressed.

"It's OK."

My heart leapt in my chest.  "It is?!"

"Yeah.  I liked it."

"So you're not going to tell anyone?"

"No!" he said as if I was insane.

I let out my breath and silently said a prayer of thankfulness.

"Do you want to move to another tent?"

I had my back turned to him as he replied "No!"

A grin split my face.  Playing it well, I simply answered "Cool."

We both got dressed.  This time I didn't hide my obvious interest in
admiring his young body.  He left the tent as I finished getting my uniform
on.

The day seemed endless. I even went to our tent early that night in hopes
he would join me.  Unfortunately, he didn't until the other boys were
heading off to bed.  I was in our joined bags when I heard the zipper to
the tent move.  I rolled onto my side.  I was suddenly unsure of myself.
My pulse pounded in my throat as I felt him slide into the bag.  I decided
to wait for a bit before rolling over when I felt his body press against
mine.  I could feel his hard-on pressed against my boxers.

"Duncan?" he whispered.  He moved closer, and I could feel his cock rubbing
against my backside.  I felt his dick sliding slowly against my boxers.
Without giving it any thought, I reached up and slid my boxers down.  He
moved back while my hands moved my underwear down, and then his hard cock
was rubbing against my ass cheeks.  I grabbed onto his dick and moved it
into my crack. "I can do that?!" he asked stunned.

I sat up and removed my underwear completely.  I grabbed my small tub of
Vaseline and coated his cock and then rolled onto my belly.  I felt him
move on top of me, and I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of me.
I helped him get his dick into my virgin ass.  As he slid his cock, which
now seemed like a huge pole, into my ass, I was forced to bite my pillow. I
felt like my hole was being ripped apart as his dick continued its entry.
He plodded on oblivious to my pain, and I found myself reaching back and
grabbing his ass urging him to go even deeper!

When his cock finally could go no further, he rested his body against mine,
his warmth fusing with mine.  I released his ass as his head lowered almost
to mine.  "You feel so good!" I breathed.

"Yeah?" he asked, his arms gripping my shoulders as his dick began gliding
in and out of my hole.

I moaned before responding: "Yes Daniel! Fuck me!"

His head rested against my neck as he began slowly fucking me.  His dick
slowly moved backward and then slid back in.

"Oh gawd! Fuck me!" I said as his dick violated my insides.

He began thrusting into me now.

"Yes! Harder, Daniel! Harder!" I begged.

He complied immediately, but it wasn't hard enough for me.

"Let me get on my knees," I said.  We adjusted positions until he had a
better angle for fucking me which meant my ass in the air, and him on his
knees.  He readily plowed my ass and in no time was almost violently
plowing it.  I couldn't believe how quickly the fiery pain was transformed
into pleasure!  Remembering where we were, I bit into the pillow to keep
myself from pleading loudly for more.  He didn't last as long as I had
hoped, and soon his hot cum was filling my ass.

I lowered slowly to the ground as his body followed me until he was resting
on me again.  After a while he pulled out and rolled over.  I squeezed my
ass muscles trying to get rid of the pain when I heard him say "Will you
put your mouth on it now?"