Date: Mon, 10 Jul 2023 16:50:56 +0000 From: Kevin Webster Subject: Kevin's Camping Trip-1 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). Let's keep this site up and running. Gay / adult-youth: oral, anal, M+/t+ - - - - - Kevin's Camping Trip - Part 1 Hi, I'm Kevin. I joined the Boy Scouts when I was 12 years old. Then, after about three 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 had a camping partner, except Paul, the Scoutmaster, who had his own tent. 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 hut to get some food. While there, a really bad storm hit the camp and messed up Paul'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's thigh was touching it. A minute or so later, I felt a hand touch my rock-hard cock, which made me jump. Paul then opened 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 seed. ~ ~ ~ When I woke up in the morning, Paul was gone. I got up and went to the bath hut 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 rock-hard 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 as a knock on my back door. ~ ~ ~ Project 'Kevin' was set up the next day. The tent remained there for five 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, unaided, 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 Gregory dropped in 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 so miss your mouth and arsehole, and the way you bounce up and down my cock." "I'll still be seeing you in church, Tom," 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 cloth badges." "Yes," Tom said. "The Scouts in Paul's troop are always pushing themselves too hard. They're all zealots." "They're all arse-fuckers," I thought to myself, as Tom drank his tea. "Still, he's now a coxswain," my mother said, as I gulped and Tom nearly coughed up his tea. "Is that the right way to say it?" "Yes, Mrs. Webster," Tom replied. "Kevin can now steer a boat." "That's the only badge I like," she said, as she left the room and went downstairs. "Cock-sucker, more like," Tom said. "That's the only badge I like." "Me too," I added, as I threw back the bedclothes and gave Tom a look at my naked body.