Date: Thu, 2 Jun 2022 09:22:22 +0000
From: Billie353535 Vegita <shutup_nz@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tenting with Sammy (Adult/Youth & Camping)

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It was a hot summer morning. Our car was loaded and packed to the brim
with camping supplies, food, tents, and a couple of quiet beers for us
adults. We were scout masters, and the rest of the boys had already left
a few moments ago via bus. A dozen or so young boys all off on an
adventure without technology for a couple of days. They had left with
some of the other scout masters, while my buddy Tom and I were making our
own way there. Our little Corolla groaned under the weight of the load,
full of not only our stuff, but a bunch of other supplies as well. We had
just finished packing everything inside, leaving barely enough room for
the driver, him, and a spot for me in the back.
"Just about ready to go then?" I asked Tom.

"Yep, I think so. It should only take us 3--4 hours to drive there. If we
take some of the back roads, we should beat the bus pretty easily. "

"Sounds good to me. Oh wait, look, who is this coming? "

A slim boy, who I immediately recognised as Sammy, was sprinting towards
us. He was carrying a huge backpack, which was swinging violently from
side to side as he ran right up towards our car.

"Wait up!" He yelled from afar, trying to reach us.

The majority of the kids in our pack were between the ages of 10 and 11,
and they were all starting to fill out. Sammy was 10 and would be best
described as the runt of the group. He kept to himself, and the fact that
he was one of the newer kids meant he was often left on his own. He was
smaller than his peers, had brown hair, a little face, little ears, and a
cute little button nose. He was skinny but not scrawny, affording to put
at least a little more meat on his bones. I loved the uniform he wore
too. All the kids wore it, a green shirt and brown shorts, with most boys
opting to wear pairs that were fairly baggy and loose. Sammy's pair were
like him, a bit smaller, and seemed to hug his legs and butt just nicely.

"Sammy! You missed the bus! " I shouted at him as he ran up upon us.

"Aw crap! My mom's car broke down, so I had to run all the rest of the
way here. Can I come with you guys, Scout master Joe? " Joe was me, by
the way.

"Sorry buddy, we've barely got space left for the two of us already. I'm
afraid you'll just have to stay home for this one, but I'll see to it we
refund your mom for the trip. "

Even from a few feet away, I could see the tears swelling up and his head
drooping. I knew he had really been looking forward to this trip away. He
looked so defeated, and I felt so sorry for the little guy.

"Man, I saved up forever for this! I don't want to spend the weekend at
home again. This sucks. " He said, dumping himself down on the roadside
and taking his backpack off.

"Why don't the both of you just sit in the back?" Tom suggested "You can
still sit in the same spot, Joe, and little Sammy here can sit with you."

"Where?" I asked, "There is barely even room for me back there!"

"He could just sit on your lap, right? It's a small price to pay so that
he can still come along. "

I considered it. I had actually wanted to have a nap on the way there,
but it seemed only fair to give Sammy a lift. I looked in the car. I
figured I could squeeze in there, right next to the tent poles and the
passenger side door. I was just less keen on having a hot, stinky
10-year-old on top of me, no doubt keeping me awake.

"Please, Scout Master Joe! " The boy begged.

"Fine. Let's just hurry up and get going then. We're already a few
minutes behind now. "

--

As I got into the car, I quickly realised how confined this was really
going to be. There was literally no space apart from the sitting room in
the back, squeezed in there. It became even more apparent as Sammy
awkwardly joined me soon after, gingerly moving into my personal space.
As small of a boy as he was, it was still heavy having him sit square on
top of me, squashing my legs into the seat. He was just a kid, but it
felt like he weighed a ton. I had nothing to hold on to, and the only
other place I would have been able to put my hands would have been on his
bare legs, which would have been pretty inappropriate. The other thing I
noticed was how soft his backside was. As small as he was, he seemed to
have plenty of padding back there, his bum feeling like a warm
marshmallow squishing and melting itself across my upper thighs.

"Sorry if I'm squashing you, Scout Master Joe," Sammy said softly.

"You're okay. Just try to sit still. " With the weight of us and all of
the camping supplies, the car suspension did basically nothing. We'd
barely gotten on the road when Sammy's little rump started bouncing
merrily up and down on my crotch. While I had my seatbelt on, Sammy had
little more than the side door handle and the seat in front to hold onto.

He stank like a ten-year-old boy too. I could smell his fresh, salty boy
sweat right in front of me. While it had done a great job of cooling him
down after his rush to catch up with us, now it was tickling my sinuses.
His bare legs were just brushing against my somewhat thicker, hairier
ones, but it was his butt which was still the most noticeable. I can
usually keep my inhibitions in check pretty easily, even with a troop of
young boys to look after, but with Sammy's ass going up and down on my
lap, I was in both heaven and hell. He'd first bounce up, going up to
almost release me, then come back down, pressing those soft, pillowy
mounds of his, back down onto my crotch. I don't typically think of the
boys in any kind of sexual way, but today my cock had other things in
mind. I could feel my cock swelling with all the unexpected attention;
his soft warm butt cheeks mashing into my cock over and over again.

I tried to take my mind off of it, but it was impossible. Talking was
difficult too. I had to shout if I wanted to talk to Tom, which meant
having to basically shout in poor Sammy's ear. I couldn't sleep either,
because as soon as I shut my eyes, it only highlighted my senses to the
feelings around my cock. I sat there, tortured, suffering in bliss,
trying to remain silent. I held back a moan as my cock became harder,
slithering down my pants leg. Each time Sammy landed, I could feel the
contours of what I would guess was his butt crack lining up with my
thickness. Sammy had barely spoken a word in the last few minutes,
probably noticing my aroused state underneath him.

"Hey Tom, any chance for a pitstop?" I blurted out, desperate for a
reprieve.

"Already? Jeez, Joe. Didn't you go before we left? " Tom replied.

It had only been an hour, but I needed Sammy off, or else I might have
creamed the back of his shorts!

"I did," I replied. "But it's pretty cramped back here. I just need to
get out and stretch my legs. "

"Okay, I'll pull into the next gas station. We could do with a refill as
well, I guess. "

I really had to grit my teeth again as we bounced a bit more, slowing to
a stop. The second we were stationary, I burst the car door open, almost
shoving Sammy off of me. Tom went to go pay for some gas, leaving Sammy
and myself standing next to the car, easing our stiff muscles. Sammy was
looking at me sideways, and I wasn't exactly sure what I should say. He
definitely would have been able to feel my erection under him for the
last few miles, which was quickly softening now that he was off of me.

"Joe... uh... you've got a big one." He finally said, almost in a
whisper.

"A big what, Sammy?" I asked, trying to seem oblivious.

"A big willy," he gulped as he pointed to my pants. "I could feel it
getting harder when I was sitting on it."

"Oh!" I said, clearing my throat, "I think all of the bouncing up and
down got things moving down there. Sorry about that. "

"That's okay. My one got hard too, but it's not as big as yours. "

"Well, that may well be the case, but adults and boys shouldn't talk
about those sorts of things. Look, here comes Tom back. I'll go use the
bathroom, then we'll get going again. No speaking of this, okay? "

He nodded in acceptance. I didn't need to use the bathroom; I needed an
opportunity to rub one out! I blasted out my load in record time, dumping
my seed down the toilet. At least blowing a load might keep my cock down
for a little while. "Might" being the operative word. I just hoped I
could keep it together for the rest of the way.

I squished myself back into my stuffy prison that was the back seat.
Sammy joined me once more, slipping me an innocent smile as he plonked
himself straight back down on my family jewels. I could have sworn he was
wiggling his butt deliberately now, and we hadn't even started moving
yet. I would have thought that by jerking off, it would have helped keep
the beast in my pants at bay. I was wrong. His ass easily teased my cock
back to life again, and not 10 minutes later, my cock was throbbing
again.

As we motored down the highway, I realised the smooth parts of the road
were no better than the bumpy parts. When the roads were bumpy, he would
be going up and down on me, but an even surface was just as bad. With no
aggravation, his warm buttocks would nestle down completely against my
manhood, smothering it in the warmth of his body. Sammy gasped as my cock
twitched underneath him. As I was growing back to full size, my balls
started to churn. Geez, he is just a boy; why was he making me feel this
way? I am a man, and he is just a kid! I willed myself to ignore it,
trying to force my brain to think about something else.

Staring straight ahead was no good, as all I got was the view of the soft
little blond downy hairs on the back of his neck. The tiny blond strands
reminding me that this was a little kid I was getting horny over. Looking
out the window or shutting my eyes was no better, only making my senses
focus more on the gooey feelings and the contact of his bum. But then my
genius brain came up with the brilliant idea of looking down. I fluttered
my eyes open, looking downward, but that turned out to be the worst
choice of all.

No sooner than I had cast my gaze south, my eyes went straight down the
back of Sammy's shorts. While he was wearing underwear, bright yellow
ones in fact, the elastic had slid down, giving me a birds-eye view of
his perfect milky white butt crease. I quickly tore my eyes away, but the
vision of his cheeks was already stamped in my mind. My cock lurched
again, causing Sammy to inhale as he felt it. Of course, I already knew
he would have a butt crack, but now I had seen it in the flesh. The very
edge of his creamy soft buns, a place an adult like me should never see.
I had seen it, and it looked like heaven.

I tried to wrench my mind away. Men my age weren't meant to see boys that
way, and certainly not think about their naked butts, even if it was just
a slice. My treacherous brain begged me to look again. It begged me to
look more, and with my curiosity getting the better of me, I just
couldn't help it.

I took another look. There it was again. His skin was so clear and pure.
I could just make out the curves bending towards his butt valley straight
down the middle. His underwear was horizontal against his back but had
slipped a couple of inches lower than where it should be. How could
someone as little as him have such a rounded ass back there? I pondered,
just for a moment, at the light, pale skin between them, leading down
further still, towards his most secret, dirty place. With his running
earlier in the day, he would be moist and sticky down there. My cock
ached.

"Ohh nooo!" Sammy suddenly yelled, "I forgot my bag!"

"What bag?" I asked, jolting out of my hypnotised state.

"My bag I brought with all my stuff in! It's still sitting back on the
road where we started! It's got my tent and my clothes and everything in
it! "

Both Tom and I groaned in unicen. There was no way we could go back for
it now. We were 2/3 of the way to our destination, with the last phone
reception at least 20 minutes away. We would just make a few arrangements
when we got to camp, and hope that his things had been found.

"Mom is going to kill me!" Sammy whined.

"There wouldn't have been any space in here for it anyway," I said,
trying to reassure him. "You will just have to borrow some clothes from
some of the other boys."

"Ew, I don't want to wear someone else's stuff! Gross! "

"Well, you can't wear the same clothes all weekend, Sammy."

Sammy just groaned. Despite his protests, we weren't going all the way
back again. Looking around at the local scenery, I knew we must have been
getting close. Recalling his buns before, and the fact that our journey
was almost over, I took one last opportunity, taking a look back down
into his stinky little abyss. His tight, humid crease. I don't know if it
was because we weren't going back for his gear, or because he felt my
penis move underneath him, but Sammy went silent again as we drove along
the home straight.

--

The campsite was super simple. It was essentially a large green field,
framed on three sides by large trees, sloping down to a lake. There were
no buildings, with the only structure being an open-air trailer holding
half a dozen kayaks, covered by a tarp. I'd been here before; it was a
common place we used to throw the kids back to the bare basics. No
electricity, no cell phones, just them and nature. There was a massive
tent in the bus which would serve as the dining and cooking areas. Beyond
that, each boy had been told to bring his own tent to sleep in, which
they knew they would have to put up themselves after they arrived.

All 3 of us clambered out of the car. Tom got out nice and easily, where
Sammy and I almost tumbled out, rubbing our stiff limbs. It was quickly
decided, once we had recovered from our journey, that Tom would drive
back to cell reception to check whether Sammy's belongings had been
found.

"Sounds like a plan." I agreed. "Sammy and I can set up my tent and some
of the supplies while we wait for everyone else to arrive."

"When does everyone else get here?" Sammy asked, looking around at the
sparse open space.

"Probably about an hour, so we've got plenty of time."

That said, it didn't take Tom and I long to get the car unloaded; even
Sammy helped here and there. Tents, tables, and chairs were strewn across
the grass, and only minutes later, the car pulled away again, leaving
Sammy and I behind.

"So, champ," I said, turning to Sammy, "Just you and me here for a bit.
Want to help me sort this stuff out? "

"Sure! This weekend is going to be so much fun! "

"Glad to hear it. Let's put my tent up quickly, then we can spend the
rest of the time by the lake. "

"Cool! And this won't even be the first tent we've put up today, right? "
Sammy said, grinning at me, like a Cheshire cat.

"Hey, not a word, remember?"

"I know, I know."

I indicated to Sammy where the equipment was, sending him back a few
times to grab the pegs, a hammer, and some rope. Truth be told, I was
just being lazy and wanted to check out his bum again. Getting to watch
his tight butt bend over time and time again to pick things up was
irresistible. I'd watch him walk back and forth, bend over at the waist,
only for those snug little shorts to hug that little bubble tush of his.
The seam running up the middle seemed to scream "This is where my butt
crack is!" as it rode up each time.

"Hey, what are these?" He called out on a final trip to one of my bags,
pulling out a plastic container. I immediately recognised it as one which
I had prepared for Tom and I, something laced with an ingredient a little
less legal in most parts.

"They're nothing, leave them there."

"Ohh, yum, they are brownies!! They look just like the ones my mom makes.
Can I have one? "

They were brownies, alright. Adult brownies. A little quiet treat for my
friend and I to munch on and get high off of when the moment comes.

"No, put them back."

"Pleeeeease?!"

"No. " I stated strongly. "Put. Them. Back. "

With all the pout his little face could muster, he pushed the box of
baking back into its hiding place. I finally dragged my ass to do some
work, as we got started on putting up the tent. It was hot fucking work.
Even with the kids' help, in the middle of the afternoon, with no shade,
the sun blasted down on top of us. It felt like its heat just reflected
off of everything. A quick dip in the lake afterwards cooled us down as
we waited for the bus and Tom to return. With a job well done, we laid
back in one another's company.

"Joe... why does no one like me?" Sammy asked, breaking the silence.

"What do you mean? Lots of people like you. I like you. "

"You only like me because that is your job. None of the other boys want
to be friends with me. I always end up on my own." he replied glumly.

I tried to come up with a sympathetic answer, but he wasn't wrong. Being
the newest kid in the troop, and the smallest, he had basically been all
but rejected by his peers. They had all made their own friendships and
connections amongst one another already, but Sammy was just a bit
different. He was more sensitive than most his age, a little more
delicate. While most boys in the troop were at least a little bit solid
in frame, Sammy was fairly skinny and dainty.

"First of all, I like you regardless of my "job". Second, I understand
what you're going through, and I know it's hard. All I can really suggest
is to keep trying. They'll see the cool little guy inside you eventually.
" God, I was useless at this stuff.

"Yeah... I guess. Can I have a brownie now? " Sammy asked hopefully.

"No."

"See!? You don't even like me enough to share your brownies with me! "

"They're special adult brownies, not meant for little boys. Just like
what happened on the drive over, you aren't to tell anyone about them,
okay? "

"Fiiine," he sighed, burying his head in his folded arms.

--

It wasn't long after that, that the bus arrived. A dozen or so kids piled
out, all suddenly running around, joshing and playing with one another.
Even after the scout masters were able to pull them all back together and
create some order, it was quite a battle to get everything ready before
it got dark. Most of their wild energy was spent shouting and screaming
rather than putting up their tents, causing a few arguments before it
turned to night. Of course, Sammy, once again, sat by himself in the
corner of the grass. He had tried in earnest to help the other boys where
he could, but each one had turned him away. I glanced over at him a few
times; his head was still buried in his arms.

I even tried to find a boy for him to spend the night with, but each one
just flat out refused. I couldn't force him to spend the night with
someone who didn't like him, so with no other choice, I decided he would
sleep with me. Thankfully, we were able to scrounge up a couple of spare
blankets and a pillow for him, though it looked like it would be a
relatively warm night anyway.

"I told you nobody liked me." Sammy said as he sadly clambered into my
tent first, his little butt disappearing inside.

It was a tight squeeze to say the least. It was only a one-man tent, and
I wasn't exactly small. With a little coordination, I was able to arrange
myself inside my sleeping bag, with him alongside me covered in just a
couple of blankets. The young voices of the other boys could be heard all
around us from the other tents. Boys chattering with one another, mostly
in gibberish, with the occasional shriek or burst of laughter.

Confined in a small space together, his active boyhood scent was quite
apparent; a mix of stale sweat and dirt from the day's activities. I did
wonder why he was turned away by all of the others. Sure, he was smaller
than the rest, but he was a good kid. I lay awake with my thoughts,
thinking he must have been long asleep when I started to hear him softly
sobbing, breaking the silence. He probably thought I was long asleep by
now as well. I listened.

"Why... why does no one like me?..." he cried to himself. "I'm a good
boy. I do all the right things. Why won't anyone be my friend? *sniff* I
wanna go home. I miss you, Mommy. And you, Darren. Why did mommy send you
away? You liked me. *Sniff*"

Oh, my heart. The little guy was homesick. I felt a wrench in my chest as
he mumbled to himself. His body was shaking as he sobbed. Every so often,
he would wipe the crying tears from his eyes, only to bury his head back
into his pillow.

"Did I do something wrong, mommy? Is that why you sent me here? Sent me
away to all these mean boys who won't be friends with me. I'm sorry if I
did something wrong, Mommy. I just want to go home. Everyone hates me
here... *sniff* "All the boys hate me. Tom hates me because I left my
stuff behind. Joe won't even let me have his brownies. *Sniff* I just
want a friend. "

I carefully, slowly reached my arm over us, placing it gently on his
shoulder. He suddenly stopped, my hand on him making him realise I was
there, listening.

"Are you awake, Joe?" he whispered. I remained silent but kept my hand in
place. Perhaps I could pretend to have just moved in my sleep. "Hey, come
on. I know you're awake. Did you hear that stuff I said? I didn't really
mean it."

I remained as still as a mouse. I felt a little guilty, having now heard
his most vulnerable thoughts.

"I know you're not asleep. I'm sorry I said those things. I'm just really
sad. " His voice continued as a soft whisper. I could feel him moving. He
leant on his elbows beside me, pushing my hand away. His warm breath
washed over me like a fog as he spoke to me once more. "I don't care if
you're hearing me or not, but... the reason I wanted a brownie is because
my mom usually makes some for me. She gives me milk and cookies before I
go to bed, and they look so much like the ones she makes. Please can I
have just one?"

My fake sleeping was wearing thin. If I don't reply now, he might even
grab a cookie for himself if he thinks I won't notice.

"Who was that Darren person you mentioned?" I asked, opening my eyes at
last. "Was he a friend of your moms?"

"Oh um, yeah. He was my friend too. He would even sleep in my bed with me
sometimes, kind of like we are now. But one day, my mom caught us and
kicked him out. I never saw him again after that. "

Now Sammy had really piqued my interest. Now it was my own turn to get up
on my elbows. "Did he ever... do anything to you?"

"Yeah. He used to rub my wiener a bunch. And he used to rub his thing
against my butt, kind of like what happened in the car today. "

"Did you like him doing that to you?"

"Yeah. I loved it when he felt me up. His hands were so big and warm and
rough. I used to get so hard when he touched me. "

My brain was pulling all the pieces together. I wondered... I wondered if
I just asked if it would be okay. It certainly didn't sound as though he
would freak out. We were alone, so no one could ever know. I could even
use the brownies as an excuse if anything backfired, making him think it
was all a dream or something.

"Sammy, if I give you a brownie, would you like me to do things to you
like Darren did?"

"You can do stuff to me if you want."

"Hold on a second. I want to be clear about this. Would you LIKE me to do
that? "

"Um, yeah. But what I would really like is for you to stick it in my butt
though. "

Now that was magic to my ears. I had been getting to know his tush all
day, and now I had an open invitation for more. I let him have his damn
brownie. As he dug through my bag once more, his cheeky round butt was
sticking up, not far from my face. This is what happens at scout camps,
right? The opportunity for boys like Sammy and men like me to do things
like this without anyone ever knowing. I could treat myself to his butt
and no one would ever have to know.

"Turn around," I said, after he had practically inhaled his food. He did
just that, presenting his underwear-covered rump towards me. I unzipped
my sleeping bag and pulled out my aching cock. "Pull down your undies for
me, Sammy."

"Yes sir," was his reply, his golden bum cheeks finally coming into view.

His ass was as smooth and innocent as I had imagined, perfect and pure. I
hovered my hand next to it before breaking through my mental barrier and
touching him. His butt was delightfully warm and soft. Soft and just a
little bit squishy as I kneaded my fingers into his spongy flesh. Sammy
remained still and quiet as I explored him, no doubt his heart racing as
fast as mine. I ran my thumb down his centre line, stopping when I felt
the silky texture of his skin change to that of the knot of his asshole.
This was Sammy's asshole. His tiny virgin rosebud, not touched by anyone
else but me, and perhaps Sammy himself in a moment of curiosity. I pulled
my turgid cock from its confines and shifted up, placing the head of my
cock against his tight anus. I felt him tense the moment my cock and his
hole kissed.

"Just try to relax, Sammy. It will sting at first, but then it should
feel good. "

I held his hips, then pushed my knob against his little entrance. There
was some resistance there, but with only a small shove I was able to
insert my cock into his hole.

"Ouch," he murmured into the pillow.

"Shhh. You're going to have to be brave, okay? We can't have anyone hear
what we're doing. "

He nodded slightly as I pushed more of my cock inside, feeding about half
of my length into him. His body twitched and rippled wildly around my
girth, trying to repel my invading penis. I could hear him breathing
harder as he endured it, his hands balled into fists. His tight hole
strangled my cock, holding on for dear life. All I could think of was
that this was Sammy's asshole. I had my cock inside his young, vulnerable
hole, and there was no taking that away now.

I glided my cock in and out of his tight passage, stretching him. I'd
never felt a hole so tight. His soprano-sounding huffs and puffs as he
took me only made me grow harder, wanting to fuck him more.

"You make me feel so good, Sammy. I'm going to turn you over and put the
rest in, okay? "

"Uh huh..." he said into the pillow.

I turned him downwards so he was flat on his stomach, his bum sticking up
like a pair of rolling hills. I set myself up behind him and stuffed my
cock back into his snug boyhole, causing both of us to grunt. With him
now flat on the ground, I pushed the rest of my penis inside him. His
butt had been calling to my cock all day, and now it was time for
revenge. My crotch met the perfect skin on the bellow of his ass, as I
buried myself to the hilt. I thrust into him more desperately now,
feeling his sex tunnel stroking the length of my cock with each passing.

His breathing was becoming faster and shallower as I fucked him harder,
feeling my cum approaching. He was just a boy, but he was going to take
my seed. My own breathing was increasing as I drove into his tiny
asshole, one that was secret to all the world except for me and my new
sex thing.

"Your ass feels so good, Sammy," I whispered rasily into his ear, "I'm
going to cum in your ass. I'm going to dump my mancum in your hot little
ass. "

"Okay..." Sammy replied, though I wasn't sure if he even knew what cum
was. I didn't really care.

I humped at him, everything down there seeming so small. Even the way his
legs were pressed together, caused a narrow channel of pleasure for me,
as I drove myself into him again and again. My balls slapped on the back
of his fleshy thighs. I felt my balls contracting, the point of no
return. My cock grew to top gear before pulsing, and then my cream
started to pump. My cock was like a stinger, depositing its venom deep
inside its prey.

"Fuck yeah... you feel that, Sammy? That's my cum inside you. You did
that. "

After my cock stopped throbbing, I pulled out, examining the damage.
There was Sammy's anus. It was a little red around the edges, a little
inflamed, but he would be okay.

"Thank you, Master Joe," Sammy said wearily.

"No, thank you, Sammy."

I carefully tugged his underwear back up, covering his buttocks again, a
small wet patch quickly forming where my cum was leaking from. The
contented boy turned to his side once more, and promptly fell asleep.

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