Date: Mon, 21 Dec 2020 21:42:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: Erin Boy <erinboy_98@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mister Cameron's Boys [new 2/3]

Mister Cameron's Boys
Gay Adult Youth, teens, urination, exhibitionism, humiliation,
masturbation, frottage, true

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After Jack and I stripped down to our underwear and got into our sleeping
bags, he on the top bunk above me, I lay awake for a long time. Usually I
would masturbate two or three times a day at that age (15) but I was afraid
if I did it the bunk would shake or something and Jack would know what I
was doing. In those days my technique involved using my right hand to rub
the underside of my almost six inch circumcised cock on the inside of my
left leg. Because of this my cock was growing slightly bent in that
direction.  When I was close to cumming I would cross my ankles and squeeze
my legs together. Although this method was not as energetic as the way I
had seen other boys do it, I was still afraid Jack would know what I was
doing and besides I didn't think to bring anything to bed with me to wipe
up what would spurt out of my cock. So I fell asleep with a hard on and
awoke with a hard on. What woke me up was that my bladder was full, but I
didn't want to get out of bed because there was no heat in the cabin. I had
not been awake long when the decision was made for me as Mr. Cameron came
into the cabin and said "Up boys, up! Breakfast in ten minutes."

I wriggled out of my sleeping bag and when my bare feet hit the cold floor
I made a dash for the bathroom without pulling on my shorts that I had laid
out on the adjacent bunk before I went to bed. The bathroom was a single
toilet and sink in a small room in the corner of the kitchen side of the
cabin. I had to pee real bad and was pushing my hardon down to try and make
it work. I had neglected to lock the door and Jack came in without knocking
and stood beside me in just his underwear and bare feet. I looked down to
make sure my piss was going in the bowl and stole a sideways glance as
Jack's cock came into view. He was uncut and looked bigger than me, maybe
seven inches at least and with his white briefs tucked underneath his balls
I could see they were quite large. "Chippewa alarm clock" said Jack as our
piss streams crossed in a steaming arc. "What's that?" I said, whereupon he
explained that when the Indians were on the warpath and wanted to attack
their enemy's camp while they were still asleep, they would drink a lot of
water the night before so that their bladders would wake them up early.
Jack was in the Order of the Arrow, which was a secret society of older
scouts who learned Indian dancing and other things like woodcraft survival.

Soon we were dressed and sitting down to breakfast with the others. Mr.
Cameron went over the plans for the day and assigned different tasks,
judging the knot tying, the flint and steel and fire by friction fire
building, setting up a tent blindfolded and cooking on a hot rock. Mr.
Cameron told me he had a special job for me and that was to blow the horn
that signaled the end of each session. It was no ordinary horn. It was a
kudu horn like the one that Baden Powell had used at the very first boy
scout camp. A kudu was some sort of African antelope and the horn was about
three feet long and twisted in a spiral. There was a mouthpiece carved into
the side near the small end. It took two hands to hold it up and you pursed
your lips like blowing a bugle. It took a few tries but eventually I got to
be able to do it. For the rest of the day I was at Mr. Cameron's side and
whenever he told me to I blew the horn to signal everyone to move on to the
next station.

In addition to the scouters who had come in on Friday night there were some
additional adult leaders who came with the boys from their troops, plus
there were two who had been invited, like me, by Mr. Cameron. One was an
older man, named Klaus, who was German. The other was a foreign student
attending a local college. His name was Seppo and he was from Finland.
Klaus had been in the German Army during WWII but only served on the
Russian front. Mr. Cameron told me later that whenever you meet a German
who was in the War they always say they were on the Russian front so that
you will not think of them as someone who fought against Americans. Seppo
wore his Finnish scout uniform and showed us his sheath knife, which he
said was of the sharpest steel in the world.

At the end of the day, after supper in the dining hall, we pushed the
tables back and lined the benches up in front of the big fireplace and had
a campfire with singing and some impromptu skits. I led a cheer that I knew
and Jack led a song. Then the boys were all sent to bed. Jack and I were in
charge of our cabin and the two Italian scouts were in charge of the other
cabin. The layout of the cabins was one big room with a kitchen and dining
area on one half and bunk beds along the three sides of the other half with
windows all around. There was a wood stove that could be used in winter but
it was not considered cold enough to use that night. The adult leaders were
all staying in the main lodge, which was heated.

Most of the boys in our cabin undressed to their underwear, mostly all
briefs, but a couple in boxers and one boy in knit pajamas. He was one of
the smaller and younger boys, but he was 13 and a patrol leader in his
troop. The rule was for silence after lights out, but this was hard to
enforce. Jack had his flashlight in bed with him and every time someone
talked he would shine the light on them and tell them to be quiet. Soon it
became a game to see who could get away with talking without Jack finding
out who it was. Then Jack made a rule that anyone who talked would have to
get out of bed and, standing on the table in the dining area, do a strip
tease in front of everyone. It did not take long for this challenge to be
answered. The culprit was a red-haired boy who was full of high spirits.
Jack shone the light on him and ordered him to get on the table where
everyone could see him strip. Everyone who had flashlights shone them on
him. He was wearing white briefs and a T-shirt and instead of just
stripping off he proceeded to do a dance, lifting his T-shirt up so we
could see his belly while he rubbed his chest with one hand. Then he turned
his back to everyone while he drew his T-shirt up over his head and
off. Then, with his back to us still, he crossed his arms in front of him
and reached around his shoulders so it looked like someone was making out
with him. He rubbed his hands across his back and rotated his hips in a
sexy dance while everyone chanted "ta-da da da, ta-da da da" like it was a
strip-tease show. Then the red-haired boy began to push his briefs down
over his butt, but not all the way. He would pull them down a bit and bend
over so you could see his cheeks, but not his crack, Then a little more and
you could see his crack and soon he had his underpants around his ankles
and he stepped out of them and bent over at the waist with his hands on
both cheeks pulling them apart so you could see his asshole. Everyone
started whistling. Then he straightened up and turned around, but with both
hands covering his genitals. Swiveling his hips he removed one hand and
then the other. As soon as he moved his second hand his boner sprung up and
out. It was huge! At least for a teenager. If I had to guess it would have
been at least eight inches. And it was circumcised with a head like a small
apple crowning the end. The crowd of boys was whooping it up. Finally Jack
put an end to it ordering lights out and telling the red-haired by to get
dressed and get back into bed.

The "punishment" had the opposite effect. Instead of settling everyone down
in fear of a similar sentence, the catcalls ricocheted from one side of the
room to the other. Jack did not try spotting the offender with his
flashlight, until a voice cried out "Hey, cut it out!" It was the small boy
in the knit pajamas. In the steady glare of Jack's flashlight he claimed
that someone had been grabbing his feet through his sleeping bag. But it
was to no avail. Jack insisted he accept the punishment. And so the small
boy in bare feet and knit pajamas was made to stand in the glare of
everyone's flashlights and remove his clothing. He did not dance. He was
very shy as he removed his top and then his bottoms, revealing the last
remaining shield of modesty, white briefs and T-shirt. "OFF, OFF" everyone
cried and the boy cringed as first his top end then his bottom covering
gave way to the taunting of his bunkmates. Unlike the redhead who went
before, the smaller boy did not show off his privates, concealing what he
had behind both hands.  "Show us your dick," "Yeh, come on, show us"
chanted the mob of excited boys. Finally the boy withdrew his hands to his
sides and with downcast eyes allowed his seemingly pre-pubescent equipment
to be seen by all. It was definitely a little boy's cock, with no sign of
any pubic hair. He was not erect and his shriveled penis with an elongated
foreskin, nestled on testicles the size of grapes. The mob satisfied with
his show allowed him to dress and return blushing crimson to his bunk.

It seemed that all would now be quiet, and it was for several minutes.
Then, from the bunk above my head, came the noise of an explosive fart,
albeit an artificial one that Jack himself had made by applying wet lips to
his own arm. Now all the lights beamed our way and the chant was taken up
"Jack!  Jack! Jack! Strip, Jack, Strip!" And so, Jack slid out of his bunk,
his brief-clad boner passing before my eyes, and took his place upon the
table.  He wasted no time, but flung off his undershirt and then pulled his
briefs down and off. He was beautiful. His cock was half-hard and the
foreskin was partly pulled back. Without his even touching it, it began to
grow and the room grew silent as he became increasingly tumescent. Then,
all of a sudden, a boy screamed. There, at the window, was a face, a
horrible face, illuminated from below by a single flashlight. It was
Klaus. With the flashlights doused, Jack sprang naked back into his bunk
above me. The door opened and Klaus came in, with Seppo behind him and said
"Trick or Treat".  It seems they already got the treat, having seen Jack in
all his glory.  They stayed for a few minutes and lectured us about
settling down and going to sleep and when they left, it stayed quiet as
tired boys drifted off.

But not Jack. In the quiet I could sense him shuffling about above my head.
I thought maybe he was putting his underwear back on, but no. Soon I saw
his naked form sliding to the floor beside my head. "Move over" he said as
he lifted up the edge of my sleeping bag and slipped in beside me, his
boner poking me in the side. His hand was on my cock right away and it
sprang to life at his touch. I returned the favor and was soon sliding his
foreskin back and forth. He pushed up my undershirt and began to run his
tongue over my nipples. Nobody had ever done that to me before and I found
it exciting.  He was pushing my underpants down to my knees so he could
have free access to my cock and balls, which he squeezed and rolled between
his fingers.  He was soon stroking my cock, his fingers gliding over the
head, up and down.  The very difference from my own technique led me to the
brink of orgasm very quickly and as it had already been more than a day
since I had jerked off I soon began to squirt. Holding the palm of his hand
over the mouth of my spending cock, he gathered all of my cum and began to
spread it into my crotch, under my balls and between my legs. Then he
rolled on top of me and pushed his penis into the slimy opening between my
legs. With his full, naked weight atop me, his mouth found mine and we
began to kiss, something else I had not done before and soon his tongue was
inside my mouth and mine found his. "Squeeze" he said, meaning my legs and
I crossed my ankles and clenched my groin the way I did when
masturbating. The friction of his shaft in my hot, wet crotch soon had him
moving up and down, driving hard, fucking me like I was a girl. Then he
came, adding to the cum smeared in my sparse pubes and dribbling down
between my legs. "Mmmmmm" he said, "that was good.  Thanks."

After he ascended to his own bunk, I sat up and found my underpants in the
bottom of my sleeping bag and used them to mop up the flood of sperm, his
and mine, intermingled in my crotch. Dropping the wet pants on the floor
and pushing them under the bunk, I zipped up my sleeping bag and went to
sleep in just my T-shirt.

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