Date: Fri, 13 Jul 2018 13:34:55 -0400 From: Robbie Robot Subject: L'IL SLUT AT SCOUT CAMP Part Four LIL'L SLUT AT SCOUT CAMP LIL'L SLUT AT SCOUT CAMP Part Four © Van T Z Boi 2018 (The usual disclaimers apply, this remains the property of the author and you do not have permission to download and post this anywhere else without the author's permission. Please remember this is just a story and keep yourself safe. If you enjoyed this then please support nifty and make a donation; without nifty you would not be able to read and enjoy such fanciful creativity and they need your financial support so you can continue to enjoy nifty stories) (HEALTH WARNING: Due to the number of comments from nifty readers you are warned that reading this material may involve the self-indulgent loss of bodily fluid. Please ensure you have a supply of water, vitamins and minerals including vitamin C, calcium, chlorine, citric acid, fructose, lactic acid, magnesium, nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, sodium, vitamin B12, and zinc to replace that which may be lost whilst reading this further chapter. A good supply of tissues should be close at hand in case of sudden emergencies!) (Thanks to all who have written it is nice to be appreciated, I do enjoy reading your comments and observations and suggestions and I always look forward to reading your views on this or any of my stories. Please note the new email address lostinspace1966@protonmail.com. Now please read on. Till the next Time Van T Z Boi) From Part Four I stopped by a clear gassy patch, the late evening sun was still warm and the pink beams played over the grassy space. Mark was naked before me; he helped tug down my shorts to suck my cock as I slid out of my shoes, my T-shirt thrown to one side. I knelt down and we kissed as I fingered his boypussy, it felt wet and hot and the pucker grabbed and sucked my finger in deep, he was more than hot, his boypussy was on fire and I knew the only way to cool it down was to provide the spermy shower he needed to put out his internal blaze. Kissing, tongues sliding around each other's mouth's he went backwards until he was lying flat on the ground and I was on top of his slim frame. My dick felt its own way to his pussy lips, there was no knocking on the door, I drove straight it. "Perfect way to finish off a meal," I grinned and made my first deep thrust. Part five Mark growled throatily as my dick slid inside his hot boypussy and I smirked as the warm moistness wrapped around me. Mark was a sweet fuck, his soft body moulding itself underneath me as I moved my fucking cock back and forth inside the sweet furrow of his boypussy. The twelve year old mewled and purred as my teenrod slicked against the oily walls of his moist love tunnel and his inner bopybud swelled when my helmet made contact with the spongy bulge. Mark was a boy made for loving, his broad hips making a plump pillow for a boyplunderer like me and we fitted together like a hand in a glove. His arms rose up around me, pulling me harder against him as his passion flared and a minor shaking informed me that he had one of his sweet little boy cums. "Nice," he whispered his sweet breath wafting against my chin, we kissed, kissed gently then as our joint desires escalated the pressure hardened as much as our respective pricks did. Mark's boypricklet was a good four inches long, fattening now as he aged, it pulsed erratically against my stomach as I continued to thrust with the slow stokes that we both relished as the precursor to the rocketing rocking that would happen later than sooner. Mark had joined us as an older cub when his parents moved into our district. His previous pack and troop did not enjoy the delights of each other's as ours did and he had been introduced to the delights of boy loving by Alan, he was nine then whilst Alan was thirteen. Alan had told me all about it as a lesson for myself when deflowering a new boy and I had listened avidly to his story. Alan was then Patrol Second to the Bucks Patrol; he himself had come up through the Cub Pack and was by then an experienced boy fucker. His dick was a lovely fat fleshy tube with the pointed heartshape tip that made opening pussylips easy and almost painless. Alan had offered to take Mark on a nights camping at the clubhouse; we had a large area at the back of `The Hut' as we called our base where basic camping skills could be taught. Mark readily agreed; he could see that the cubs adored Alan and was duly proud Alan had taken the time to teach him more about camping. Alan had picked him up at his home on Saturday afternoon, he checked his packing of his rucksack, pointing out the slight errors but in the main Mark had done a good job and Mark's father who had watched with interest was pleased for his son who clearly enjoyed what his new Troop offered in the way of activities and the fact he had found new friends so quickly. He too liked Alan, the boy was clearly popular, he was one of those natural leaders that evoked love and respect and not envy. "Time to go now that you're all packed," Alan had smiled watching as Mark hefted his rucksack on his back. His staying arm stopped Mark's father from assisting. "needs to be able to do it by himself," he whispered, "you won't be around in camp to help him." Mark's father had acknowledged the wisdom and watched; a little anxiously at first as his son at first struggled and then managed to get his arms through the supports until swaying slightly Mark finally stood on his own two feet. "Well done," Alan and his father spoke together and they all laughed. Once inside the camping area at the back of the Hut Mark had watched Alan who dropped his own rucksack and then stripped completely naked. He had observed the teenager's body, noticing the tautness of Alan's body and the fat sausage that was Alan's willie as it flopped between his legs, for a moment he was anxious knowing his willie was so different, but he reasoned that he knew his father's looked much like Alan's did and he was aware that things happened to your body as you grew older. "Come along Mark," Alan stood there looking at him, "strip." Still self-conscious Mark had undressed, pausing hesitant when it came to taking off his briefs. To his surprise Alan knelt down and took his hands off his hips. "Let me," Alan had smiled and quaking a little Mark had let Alan ease his briefs down, his boy cocklet flapped in the air as it bounced out of the elastic waistband. "Nice cocklet," Alan had said and to Mark's surprise had placed his finger at the base where his willie started and stroked downwards, the resulting tickle had made Mark laugh and he discovered that he also felt a funny tingle inside his willie, a pleasing tingle and he wondered what it was. "Time to make camp," Alan had announced and put on his boots, "now we need to put up our tent." Mark had been confused, "shouldn't we put on our camp gear?" he asked, he had made certain that the T-shirt and old shorts to be worn at camp had been packed on the top of his packed rucksack so they would be close to hand when actually at camp. "Yeah, normally we would, but it's a nice day and there's no one else around so why make more washing up than needed," Alan had grinned at him and his smile made everything okay. The tent was quickly erected and their rucksacks placed inside, Alan then supervised while Mark set up their fire. Mark had been proficient in this activity and had learned his lessons well and the fire took only one match to get it going. "Well done," Alan patted Mark on the back, his hand sliding down to cup the plump buttocks, Mark preened at the compliment and did not notice the gentle squeeze that ended with a fingerstroke across his bumhole. As the day progressed Alan touched and caressed Mark all over, the boy growing used to Alan's hands landing on his body at all times and he slowly discovered he liked the occasional touching. The two sat together after eating the meal they had prepared and cooked and as they sipped their tea, Alan's placed his arm around Mark's waist; his hand sliding between Mark's legs to squeeze his willie, Mark chuckled at the tingling tickle. "You've done very well today," Alan said softly in Mark's ear as his fingers stroked the slim boypricklet, Mark's legs he noticed opening slightly to give him greater access. His fingers slid over the wrinkled skin of Mark's empty sac, he probed but decided his young balls were still held inside waiting for time to pass before they dropped naturally. Mark's boycocklet had begun to stiffen and fill with blood and he heard the first soft moan. "Like that do you?" Alan worked his finger up and down the hard three inches, Mark twisting gently beside him. "Uh-huh," Mark purred quietly, he did not know why Alan was stroking his willie but it did feel nice and then his eyes caught the sight of something moving. He looked to the side and watched amazed as Alan's willie, grew and grew and then started to jerk about, he did not know it but his mouth hung open at the strange but curiously exciting sight. "Time for us to have some boys only fun," chuckled Alan and taking Mark's mug off him he placed it down on the ground and stood up, Mark following him to his feet. Alan led him over to where the grass was long and bushy, he sat down and patted the space beside him. Mark sat down close to Alan, his eyes constantly straying to the fat willie that moved in such a funny way, he was also conscious that his own willie had taken on some of the odd jerky movements like Alan's. "You have a nice looking boycock," Alan whispered as he reached out and once more stroked the slim ivory pink crayon that protruded from between Mark's legs. Mark watched as Alan's fingers slid around his stiff willie, the tingling excitements growing and then he gasped as slowly Alan's fingers pulled his fold of skin that normally covered the hole where he peed from downwards, his deep pink glans was exposed and Mark found himself looking for the first time at how his willie was built. He could not help looking over at Alan's willie, the same fold of skin was there but it was balanced part way down Alan's willie, the pink bit, a deeper mauvey pink than his peeked out and Mark could see the hole in the tip open and close, as it did so a clear bubble of something formed around the hole. Mark's attention was drawn back to his own willie as Alan's fingers rubbed around the pink tip just under where the flap of skin was held back. At the squeezing stroking Mark could only gasp and pant as sudden jolts of tingles shot through him, his mind whirled and strange sparkles glowed before his eyes. Alan continued to rub and stroke him, Mark found himself writhing and twisting and falling backwards to lie on the grass, the internal tingling sensations simply grew and grew and he started to really enjoy the funny but wonderful thing that was happening. Alan carefully worked the virginal boycocklet, watching as he saw Mark's slow journey to his first boy dry cum. Mark closed his eyes as the urges inside him reached an explosive end, he saw the sparkles flash and glimmer brighter and brighter, his whole world was concentrated on the slim tube between his legs which sent such glorious joys rushing and running throughout his body and then the tingle became a hot warmth. Mark gasped heavily as the sparkle flared and shone brighter than before and then then came the awesome huge tickling tingle, the one where his whole body shook with pleasure unimaginable. "Ohh, ohhhhh, ohhhhhh,ohhhhhhhhhhhh," Mark sighed and moaned as Alan rubbed him over the edge and after the amazing sensation had exploded and faded he felt a closeness with Alan and instinctively he cuddled against Alan as his first astounding boyjoy ebbed and slipped away. Alan held him tight for several minutes as he felt the emotions striving within Mark's body. "Told you we could have some boyfun," Alan smiled into Mark's ear and then he purred softly, "I'd like some boyfun too." Mark felt his hand being lifted and then placed on something warm and satiny and it moved. Opening his eyes properly he saw Alan had curled his hand around Alan's willie. He watched as Alan moved his hand, recognising that this was what Alan had done to him. He felt the spongy hardness with his fingers, `so hard and yet soft,' he thought. Alan eased his own hand away and grinned as Mark's hand continued to rub and stroke him of his own accord. Leaning back he placed his hands under his head to support him, Mark sat up slightly, his nose close to Alan's dick as he observed what he was doing. It was strange and exciting and he wanted to make Alan feel as happy as Alan had made him feel. Alan whispered instructions and Mark curious and wholly engaged did what he was told. Soon his fingers were sticky where he had worked the funny clear liquid that oozed from the hole in the top off Alan's willie down the dark purple tip, over the taut loose flap of skin and onto the longer twitching length. Mark liked the way Alan was writhing and wriggling as he did as he was taught, it was exciting and strange to be touching someone like this but he was enjoying it. Unaware he had inhaled Alan's scent, the heady mixture of rampant teenager; the hormone influenced aroma was slowly working away inside Mark's head, adding to the dizziness he felt. "Faster, quickly, Now! NOW!" at Alan's groaning shout Mark made his arm and hand move swiftly and he was both shocked and even more excited and amazed as something exploded, shooting out of the end of Alan's willie, the silvery pearly stuff rocketing high into the air before splattering down was clearly not pee and he was very confused. He was also surprised when Alan's hand suddenly grabbed his hand to squeeze it tight around Alan's willie, making him squeeze more of the funny liquid out of Alan's throbbing tube. Alan groaned and grunted and held his hand tight around his willie. "Not bad for a first time," he eventually wheezed at Mark who was stuck frozen motionless, unable to move as his mind tried to understand what had happened. Mark looked at Alan's smiling, grinning face and the splodges and stripes of the funny juice that marked Alan's body. Alan then shook him by dipping a finger in one of the splodges and licking the gooey stuff off, curious he watched Alan's tongue slick the pearly solution of the gleaming fingertip. "Here it tastes good," Alan re-dipped his finger in the mess and proffered the glinting fingertip at Mark. Mark leaned forward and sniffed the strange goo. He could scent a trace of salt and something he could not identify, `but as Alan had licked it, it must be alright,' he told himself and gingerly stuck his tongue out. The stuff had a salty edge and then he felt a slight heat on his tongue, `spicy,' he thought, `a bit like pepper but not as hot.' Mark allowed Alan to feed more of his strange jelly and when Alan suggested he "lick it off yourself," without compunction he did that. Alan stroked Mark's head as the boy's tongue roved over his skin licking up his spunk. "What is this stuff?" Mark found his voice at last. "Its' spunk," smirked Alan, "when you get older your balls produce this stuff, it's for making babies," Alan proudly grasped Mark's hand and placed it around his scrotum, "see you can feel my balls heat up as they make more." Mar non-plussed cuddled the hairy sack, felling the squidgy spheres and sensing the warmth emanating from inside them. "Wow," he said nodding his head at Alan's words. Alan grinned and winked at him, "want some more boy type fun?" he chuckled and Mark found himself being pushed onto his back. Alarmed he looked up as Alan got to his knees and moved so he was between Mark's spread-eagled legs. He watched as Alan leaned down and then he grunted with amazement as Alan's mouth opened and sucked his willie, he grunted with both surprise and with delight as the moist warmth of Alan's mouth around his willie became exciting and very pleasant. Even more pleasant than when Alan had rubbed his willie. Soon Mark was rolling and writhing, moaning with increasing joy as the pleasure mounted as the other pleasure had only this time, he felt the touch of Alan's lips, tongue, the inside of his hot mouth, all these disparate elements combing to make him feel wonderful and rapturously happy, `this was better than before,' he told himself as the white starry lights played across his eyes and with his mouth gaping open and his eyes closed to see the comets and shooting stars he had his first orally induced boy orgasm. Shaking and trembling and feeling very, very happy and `nice' as he thought Mark wriggled and writhed as before as the strange wonderfulness overtook him and sent his head soaring to magnificent heights before the joys once again slowly faded and ebbed away. "Liked that too," Alan's remark was a statement and not a question. "Uh-huh," was about all Mark felt he could utter as he relaxed in the aftermath of the joys he had experienced. "My turn now," Alan spoke casually and Mark's eyes flew open to see Alan was kneeling over him, his willie and balls just above his face, the tip of Alan's willie dripping the clear juice Mark had noticed before, the thin stringy droplets falling slowly towards his neck. Alan leaned closer; the tip of his willie rubbed at Mark's lips and coated them with the colourless juice. Inadvertently and almost instinctively Mark licked the shiny stuff off his lips. "Tastes sweet!" he exclaimed and immediately licked more of the stuff, ignoring the vital fact he was licking another boys willie. The sweet honey nectar with the spicy edge to it was very easy to lick and swallow and when Alan moved, his willie sliding right it inside Mark's mouth, Mark sucked the tip, tasting the sugary juice and swallowing with ease. Now he sucked Alan's willie as though it was a lollypop, he still had no cares or worries about the fact it was a willie he was sucking, the sugary spicy honey drove him on. Alan smiling slid his dick out of the boy's mouth and rearranged them so he was on his back and Mark could lay his head on Alan's stomach to carry on sucking. Mark enjoying the soft squelchy lollipop that was delivering a steady stream of addictive honeyed spicy juice happily sucked and swallowed and as Alan instructed moved his fingers along the shaft, manipulating the silken skin that was stretched over the fleshy spongy tube, the tube with an inner hardness he could feel pulsing and jerking beneath his stroking fingertips. "Faster," croaked Alan, his hand grabbing Mark's arm to make him move his hand quicker. Mark forgetful of seeing Alan's willie shoot its spunk concentrated on sucking Alan's sweet juice, juice which was now more tart and saltier and then his mouth was suddenly full and he coughed choking as Alan's willie spat hard and heavy, swilling his mouth with his spunk. Choking but with his head held by Alan's hand across his face, Mark swallowed desperately as the thick fluid rushed into his mouth, his tastebuds noticing the spicy salty taste and that the juice was warmer than his mouth. Gasping as he sought to breathe as well as swallow Mark finally relaxed as Alan's willie stopped spurting, only a little of the strange juice spilled into his mouth and as he gasped he sucked and swallowed the final dregs as they droolingly dropped onto his tongue. "Not bad for a first time at all," Alan's cheery tone made Mark feel a little better and he raised his head, he could see Alan's willie was still fat but now it lay limp, the tip glowing pinky red where it had been purple. Mark moaned then as Alan's hand snaked down between his own legs and grasped his boy willie which was hard, hard and jerking as Alan's had been. Moments later Mark was once more flat on his back, his legs akimbo as Alan's mouth descended and swallowed his willie; all the way, even the squidgy fold of skin below his willie was swallowed into Alan's hot moist mouth. Mark quickly peaked, his body it seemed had been prepared for this, especially his willie and he grunted as the white hot tingle exploded within him as Alan's mouth went to work. Hardly had he twisted and turned and wriggled through the first explosion before another was set in motion, this time Alan teased him , licking his willie, exposing the pink tip to the air and blowing his breath across it which made Mark tingle inside and out. Once again Alan's' mouth descended but this time as he was swallowed Mark felt a moistness lick down between his legs. He twitched at the new sensation, the warm wetness of Alan's tongue as it licked underneath his willie and between his legs. As Alan's tongue slavered across his bumhole Mark let out a deep growl as something flared to life inside him, the tickling tingle grew and blossomed and burst once more into the white heat of joy, shaking and quivering Mark lay limp as Alan's mouth roved over his body, licking where it wanted, each wet contact sending further electric jolts and waves of pleasure rush and flow within him. "You're such a good boy," Alan's voice was above his head and Mark opened his rapture closed eyelids to see Alan smiling at him and then Alan's mouth descended only this time he kissed him on the lips. More used to the pecks and cuddled his mother and aunts and grandmother gave him Mark was not prepared for the way Alan's lips felt against his own, he sensed the light pressure, his nerves wrangling with increased pleasure as Alan's lips kissed and pressed against his. Abruptly Alan's lips disappeared and Mark dizzy sat up. "That was some really good boyfun," Alan smiled broadly at him, "you liked that didn't you?" Mark nodded, his eyes quickly focusing on Alan's willie which hung down, the fat sausage limp and weeping over Alan's balls. "We'll have some more fun later," Alan announced and he tugged Mark to his feet. "Camping skills to practise," he said as he placed his arm across Mark's shoulder, their naked bodies touching as they walked away from the flattened grass. As they worked away, Mark learning his knots and being taught how use a knife Mark found himself looking every now and then at Alan's willie, he was curious and full of questions but Alan kept him working hard at his knotting session. It was only when they took a rest for teatime that Mark felt he could talk. Alan was sitting beside him, they were sipping their mugs which were half full of sweet tea, the crumbs of the jam sandwiches they had made moving gently in the warm breeze on the plate they shared. Mark glanced at Alan's willie; it lay as before, a fleshy tube hanging over his balls but the sight now caused an inner feeling to arise, a funny twitch becoming a tickle inside him which Mark did not understand. Alan grinned; he had noticed Mark's glances and knew the boy would have questions. He reached over and ran his finger down Mark's boycocklet, watching as almost instantly the ivory pink tube filled and stiffened. Mark twitched as the tingling inside started up and he flushed pink as the tingle quickly reached his face. Mark glanced again at Alan's willie, it had swelled and as he looked it jerked and rose up off Alan's balls, he was amazed at seeing Alan's willie grow so big so quickly. "Your willie is so big," he spoke softly and Alan heard the envy in Mark's voice. "Yours will grow as you get older," Alan chuckled and gently squeezed Mark's cocklet, edging the foreskin up and down repeatedly over the hard ridge of skin at the base of his boy helmet, Mark twitching and trembling as the tickling tingles expanded inside him. "It's part of growing up," he added as he fingered down the slim crayon to rub the empty sac that hung wrinkled below Mark's boyshaft. "That, that stuff," Mark began not sure how to say what he wanted to say. "You mean my spunk," Alan smiled and rubbed his cock, working the foreskin back and forth with his other hand. "Yesssss," Mark sighed as a gentle wave of excitement thrilled through him. "You said it makes babies?" Alan could hear the unsaid question. "Yep, when you get older your balls make the stuff and then when you put your dick inside a woman and your spunk spits inside her then sometimes a baby is made." Alan waited. Mark reached out, his hand trembling as he placed his fingers around Alan's willie, he could once more feel the warm satiny skin and beneath it the pulsing movement within the squidgy spongy interior. "Why do you call your willie a dick?" he asked. "Oh there's many names for your willie," Alan grinned and he stroked Mark's cocklet again, "Prick, todger, cock, fuckmeat, it's proper name, the one the doctors and nurses use is penis but there are plenty of nicknames for a dick." Mark had twitched when he heard Alan use the bad word, the one his mother always told his father off if she heard him say it. "You said a bad word," he said flatly unsure, Alan after all was someone he looked up to. "Bad word," Alan pretended to be puzzled, "oh you mean fuck," Mark went redder as Alan spoke. "Yes it is considered a swear word, it supposed to be a rude word for describing when a man and a woman have sex," Alan could see the confusion in Mark's face, "when a man and a woman get together to make babies," he hurriedly added which seemed to help Mark. "Oh," Mark nodded his head still unsure. "So when your body gets older, your cock grows bigger and your balls drop from inside your body into the sack and then your balls make sperm or spunk," Alan squeezed his scrotum, making the balls stand out one by one. "It feels really, really great, awesome in fact when your cock shoots its spunk; you felt a little of that when we had `fun' earlier. Alan grinned and placed Mark's hand around his scrotum, Mark feeling the squidgy spheres and the unexpected heat. "But when you are able to spunk up then the amazing feelings are unbelievably good," he smirked as he watched Mark's hand rub up and down and then he gently pushed Mark's head towards his cock. Mark reacted to the pressure on his neck, his head dropped lower towards Alan's swelling `dick, that's what he calls it,' he said to himself. As he got close he could smell the strange aroma that arose from Alan's `dick', inhaling it Mark felt the weird perfume make his nose twitch and then parts of his head and body became energised and elated, his breathing deepened so he could inhale even more of the intoxicating scent. His lips touched the dark pink tip, just where a bubble of the clear dew had formed, he tasted the sugary honeyed spicy juice and raised his head. "This stuff, the clear juice," he asked Alan, "it tastes just so sweet and sugary," he licked a further dollop with his tongue before continuing, "does this make babies too?" "Nah, that's to help your dick slide around," Alan replied and pulling Mark's head back a bit he grasped his cock in his hand and showed Mark how to oil his precum down his shaft, making the purple pink tip gleam as the viscous liquid clung to the surface, "see it helps the flap of skin, it's a called a foreskin," Alan boasted proudly as he worked his foreskin over his helmet, pulling it clear of the tip before rolling it back down under the ridge of his cockhead. He let go, his dick jerked and throbbed in the air and Mark felt his head being pushed back on the pulsing dick. He started to lick and suck and then a thought came to him, he held his head up and looked at Alan, "but I swallowed your, your spunk," the word came easier now to his tongue and he looked down at his belly, "does that mean I'm making a baby?" his tone was worried and confused. "Nope," Alan kept the smile off his face, "only women can make babies but we can have all the fun without making one, you liked our `fun' didn't you?" he snaked his hand around Mark's boydicklet and rubbed it vigorously, Mark immediately twisted and jerked as the tingling increased heavily inside him. "yess," he whisper groaned. "So it's just guys having fun together, making each other feel good. Lots of guys do it until they feel ready to want to start a family, have babies," Alan chuckled and pushed Mark's head onto his cock. Mark sucked quickly and with increased interest. Alan waited for a couple of minutes enjoying the delight of having Mark's more experienced mouth going at him and then he pulled Mark off. Mark looked up at him enquiringly. "There's other ways to have fun," Alan purred and pushed Mark back on the grass. End of Part Four To Be Continued...????????????????????????? (Looks like we seem to have more than one li'l slut at this camp or have you had enough of this camp tale. Is it time to bed down and put the fire out or are there more tent shenanigans to write about. So if you want me to keep you fired up and your woggle knotted again, if you really want more of the l'il sluts and want me to continue this story why not write and tell me and don't forget if you like this then I have plenty more stories to whet your appetite, just look me up on nifty's prolific authors listing ( https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authorslist.html V for Van T Z Boi ) . Please also make a different deposit in nifty's coffers for without them you would not be able to enjoy this further chapter. All the best, Van T Z Boi) (In response to all those who are interested; the Lost/Rejected stories are still undergoing editing and once they have been posted I will announce the link. The good news is that good ole' nifty have provided copies of `Detained at Daddies' and `Mummy Said' from their records so now I have recovered all the missing stories, so mucho thanks nifty. Sorry I can't be more forthcoming at this time as to when I will be able to post them but please watch this space. Van T Z Boi)