Date: Mon, 04 Dec 2023 19:59:30 +0000 From: KW80449 Subject: Kevin Goes Camping All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between a teenage boy and adult males. Read no further if you are under the age of 18, or offended by such material. Please consider donating to Nifty (https://donate.nifty.org) Gay - Adult-youth - Camping: oral, anal, M+/t+ - - - - - Kevin Goes Camping I joined the Boy Scouts in 1963, when I was 13 years old. Then, after two months, the troop went on a camping trip over a long weekend. The camping area was next to the Medway River in Kent. Unfortunately, everyone else in the troop, apart from me and Mr. Trent, the Scoutmaster, had a camping partner. So, I was going to be staying in a tent on my own. We arrived late on the Friday afternoon, set up out tents and went off to the mess tent to get some food. While there, a really bad storm hit the camp and messed up Mr. Trent's tent. All his bedding and clothing were soaked through, so he needed a place to sleep. I offered him my tent, which he accepted. The only problem was that my sleeping bag was a double, so we had to share it. We got to bed around 10:30 pm, and I went off to sleep pretty quickly. About 3:30 in the morning, I woke up and realised I had a raging hard-on, and Paul, Mr. Trent, was touching it. A minute or so later, I felt his hand stroking my rigid stem. Paul then unzipped the sleeping bag and backed into me. Somehow, and I don't know how, he reached behind him and took hold of my cock and placed it between his arse-cheeks. He then pushed back and I felt my cock-head slide into his arsehole. "Push it in, boy," he said, "Make my day and push it in." Instinctively, I compiled and began to fuck him with gusto. I had never fucked anyone before, so this was my first sexual experience. I really gave Paul my all, and flooded his hole with jets of spunk. ~ ~ ~ When I woke up in the morning, Paul was gone. I got up and went to the bath tent to take a shower. Paul was in the showers and helped me clean up. His hands were all over me and somehow, and I don't know how, he managed to kneel down in front of me and suck my cock. Paul was a man in his early 30s. He was tall and slim, and had short blond hair. He was an English teacher at the local grammar school, and all the boys liked him. "Paul is the best," one Scout said. "He really knows how to rub a boy up the right way." I tried to find out what the Scout meant, but didn't get a proper answer. Later, after I knew the score, I found out that Paul liked to slowly rub his hand over the front of a Scout's shorts. The hand would caress the boy's groin as the other hand gently caressed his arse-cheeks. This seduction allowed the Scout's uniform to be removed as the boy's erection demanded more and more attention. ~ ~ ~ The morning after my first sexual encounter, Paul rearranged my two-man tent to give us more room. That night, I fucked Paul and two other Scouts that just happened to drop by. Then, around 2:30 in the morning, a Scout appeared and fucked me for a very long time. The next night was just as vigorous. Paul and the three Scouts fucked me doggy-style for ages. My arsehole was ultra-sore after that four-cock session. I couldn't walk straight for several hours, so Paul had me lie up in my tent for the last day. During this time, Scouts came and went to see how I was. Of course, they all sucked my cock as they welcomed me to the troop. ~ ~ ~ Paul and I were keen to get together gain after our camping trip. We arranged a sleepover in a four-man tent, this time located in the church grounds behind the Scout hut. The school holidays were just a few days old, so Paul arranged for Andy, Phil and Trevor - the three 14-year-old Scouts that had poked me at camp - to join us for the sleepover. The next morning, I couldn't walk straight for love or money, just like last time. Paul lubed me up with Vaseline and fucked my arsehole for almost an hour. "If you fall off a bucking bronco, Kevin," he said, "you must always get back on. If you don't, then you might never bend over again." "There's no way that's gonna happen, Paul," I said between thrusts. "I like being fucked by hard-standing cock." "Good boy," he said. "It's like they say, 'Show me a bare-arsed Scout from 11 to 15 and I'll show you a cock-loving addict from then on.'" We both laughed as my arsehole was flooded with warm spunk. "Wowee!" I yelled, "Paul does it again." He left his cock in me for ages, with me feeling every twitch of his seven-inch stem on my back door. ~ ~ ~ Project 'Kevin' was set up the next day. The tent remained there for four weeks and my parents thought I was inside earning my activity badges. Of course, in reality, I was inside the tent being fucked by two Scoutmasters, a curate and seven Boy Scouts. I rarely stood up and walked about, and when I did, I staggered around like a naked zombie. The last week of my holidays was spent at home, in bed. I was literally done in by all the "Scouting activities" I had just done. Plus, I needed filling out with proper food. Living on chocolate bars and crisps, and fizzy drinks didn't help me none. My mother was beside herself with worry as I sat in the bath and soaked my anus in hot water. Curate Gray dropped by to see how I was doing. He was 27 years old and addicted to bare-arsed Scouts. "It's a pity you're going back to school, Kevin," he said, as he squeezed my cock under the bedclothes. "I will so miss your mouth and arsehole, and the way you bounce up and down on my cock." "I'll still be seeing you in church, John," I said, as my mother brought in a cup of tea. "Thank you, Mrs. Webster," he said, as he removed his hand from beneath the bedclothes. "He looks a lot better now." "Yes," my mother said. "He always pushes himself too hard, and all for a stack of silly cloth badges." "Yes," John said. "The Scouts in Mr. Trent's troop are always pushing themselves too hard. They're all zealots." "They're all arse-fuckers," I thought to myself, as John drank his tea. "Still, he's now a coxswain," my mother said, as I gulped and John nearly coughed up his tea. "Is that the right way to say it?" "Yes, Mrs. Webster," John replied. "Kevin can now handle a boat." "That's the only badge I like," she said, as she left the room and went downstairs. "Cock-sucker, more like," John said. "That's the only badge I like." "Me too," I added, as I threw back the bedclothes and gave John a look at my naked body. ~ ~ ~ After a week back at school, I had no time for camping or sex. Preparing for exams was now my number one priority. My Saturdays and Sundays were focused, in the main, on extra tuition. I was no academic but my parents wanted good results from my time at school. English and Maths were not my thing; however, Geography and History kept my teachers happy. I liked Art, but images of phallic objects didn't impress Mr. Moore, my Art teacher. "You need to knuckle down, Kev," Trevor said. "My parents are the same when it comes to exams. Luckily, I'm into sport, so that kinda saves me on the school front. You're good with boats, so aiming for a nautical career might do the trick." "Navigation is all about figures, so that's no good," I said. "Bobbing up and down in a boat, with a sailor's cock up your arse doesn't get you across the Atlantic. Plus, I wouldn't be able to fill in the application form." "Your English and Maths aren't that bad, Kev," he said. "You're just lazy." "You might be lazy!" I snapped. "But I'm not." "Paul's mate might be able to help you out. He's real good at getting lazy fuckers, like you, adequate passes. An arse like yours cannot be allowed to disappear under a pile of tuition books. Everyone that's fucked you will testify to that. Your arse-cheeks and hips, and arsehole, are legendary amongst the troop." Trevor's words did make sense. Mr. Porter, Paul's friend, was a true academic. He knew all the ways to pass a school exam; and he drilled them into you as he drilled his cock into your arse. My three-hour sessions with Henry (Mr. Porter) did the trick. I lay face down on his bed, reading a book, as he lay on top of me with his seven-inch cock in my hole. "Remember, Kevin," he said between thrusts. "Always keep the answer simple. A simple answer is better than a long, convoluted explanation." "Yes, sir," I said with a broad grin on my face. "Jeez! Your arsehole is so fuckable," he said. "If you were mine, I would keep your hole filled all the time. Now, let's look at angles and degrees." ~ ~ ~ The weekend tuition did give me time to bend over for Paul and the Scouts. John liked to sit in Henry's bedroom and watch the uniforms come off and the cocks go in. In fact, he liked to see the 'Fuck Stack' on a regular basis. Of course, I was always on the bottom as one Scout fucked my arse and another Scout fucked his. Usually, four Scouts were stacked on top of me as the thrusting continued. Henry and Paul kept the stack stabilized as the boys pumped away like crazy. "Keep at it boys," Paul said. "Kevin needs all the sex he can get. Isn't that right, Henry?" "Yes," Henry said. "His grades are improving every session, so all that cock is working wonders." I just grunted and groaned as the Scouts above me laughed and joked. ~ ~ ~ The extra tuition lasted four months. I was on top of my game in three, but Henry insisted my knowledge needed more time to bed in. Plus, the man was surrounded by a group of horny Scouts at weekends, so he made sure they all received an exam refresher. "So, Henry's tuition worked!" Trevor said. "No need to thank me. I knew you had it in you." "Yes, every time he mounted me," I replied. "Jokes!" he snapped. "Always jokes. You should go on the stage. There's one leaving in an hour." "Jeez! That's an old one, Trev," I groaned. "Maybe old Henry could help you out." "Getting your arsehole back. That's all the reward I need," he said. "By the way, what did you think of the 'Fuck Stack' idea? Paul wants to roll it out at camp meetings." "Nah! Too back-breaking on the bottom Scout," I said, "and I was always the bottom Scout. Henry said the 'Cradle of Love' was better. Two naked men holding a naked Scout between them. Like he was being cradled in mid-air, with his arsehole on offer to all and sundry." "Yes," he said. "That could work." ~ ~ ~ "That's it, Trev," I said, as John and Paul held the Scout between them. "Keep that arsehole on show, at the right angle, and wait for Andy to step forward." The naked Scouts fell in behind Andy as he stepped forward and poked Trevor. It looked like fun, and Andy said it was. "Wowee!" Andy said. "What a poke!" "Hurry up, Andy," John said. "Step down and let the next boy have a go." "Yes," Paul said. "Let's see if this 'Cradle of Love' position really works." "It works for me," Trevor said, as the next cock entered his arsehole. ~ ~ ~ Paul stood in front of his troop and called them to order. "Deplorable behaviour," he said. "That's what the local newspaper has printed on its front page. Scoutmaster found in Scout hut with two naked Scouts. Police to investigate." "Lummy!" Phil said. "That sounds bad." "Bad!" Paul snapped. "That's putting it lightly. Mr. Billings is now under arrest, and the bishop wants answers." Half the Scouts knew it could have been them in the hut with Arthur (Mr. Billings). He was more active than John and Paul, and wasn't too subtle about it. He was always trying it on with boys at the local swimming pool. In fact, the manager had spoken to the bishop about his promiscuous behaviour. "If you know anything about Mr. Billings and his offbeat behaviour," Paul said, "tell the policeman that is going to interview you on Friday. The troop's reputation depends on it." Paul was clearly firefighting. He was telling the Scouts not to tell the police anything. If Arthur was sent to prison, then so be it. "Did you get the message, Kev?" Trevor asked. "Not a word to anyone. Your arse depends on it." "Okey dokey, Trev," I said. "I'll keep shtum until things settle down." "I'll give it six months," Phil said. "That's a long time!" I snapped. "My arse won't be able to cope." ~ ~ ~ I did manage to cope for a week or two, but then I had to knock on Henry's door again. The man was pleased to see me but he didn't want to talk about sex. The local newspaper was investigating the Scout troop in some detail. So, John, Paul and himself were being targeted. A jumped-up reporter was saying that the Scout troop was part of a sex ring, and needed closing down. Most Scouts were removed from the troop by their parents, so the bishop shut it down.