Date: Tue, 26 Jun 2018 11:37:02 -0500
From: Tim Hubbard <timmywriteshot@gmail.com>
Subject: What I Learned at Scout Camp Chapter 1

When I was 12 years old, I was already looking older. I had a little light
brown peach fuzz under my arms, and a small light bush around my cock and
balls. It was just enough to see from across the room. My cock was about as
big around as my dad's index finger and it was almost 6 inches long
already. I'd seen my dad naked a lot of times and realized that I was going
to take after him. He was very hairy and had a huge cock. I looked forward
to having all of that one day. Once, when I was in the shower, my dad came
into the bathroom to get something. Our shower was a big glass enclosure
and he could see me through the glass. He looked around for what he wanted
for a long time. Finally, my shower was done, and I needed to get out. So,
I shut the water off and opened the glass door to get a towel. Dad got it
first and handed it to me. I could see that he was checking me out. He
reached over and put his finger next to my dick to check the size and he
said, "Good job, buddy. You're really growing up." He smiled and left the
room. I really liked hearing his approval. We were very close.

So, I'm thinking I look pretty decent for a 12 year -old. I'm a little over
5'-5", I've got a nice cock and a little hair. When I'm in the locker room
after gym class, I notice that most of my classmates aren't so lucky. Some
of them still have their balls tucked inside and most have no hair at
all. There are couple guys that are showing maturity like me and I take a
look whenever I can. Of course, I have no idea what all this is going to
mean to me later. I've never had sex. I've played with my dick a little,
but nothing ever happens. Sometimes it gets hard, but I've never had
anything, but pee come out of my dick. To be honest, other than looking
good, I don't get what the big deal is. I'm comfortable being naked in
front of other guys and I don't understand why people are so hung up with
all this stuff.

This summer, I'm going away to Scout camp for the first time. I'm just now
old enough to go away for the full two weeks at camp. I'm excited about it
and have a lot of fun getting my gear and planning for the camp. Dad gives
me my first really good knife for the trip. It's a 4" blade Buck knife and
I'm very proud of it. The day finally arrives to leave for camp and I load
all my stuff into the car, so my folks can drive me up there. The camp is
way up in the hills, about 50 miles from my hometown. It's so cool. Lots of
trees, and hills, and valleys. There's a river and a lake to use. Because
the terrain is so rugged, there's really no flat places to pitch tents. So,
the camp has built a bunch of wooden platforms, like decks in your
backyard, and then they've pitched big tents on each one. Every tent has 6
cots in it for 6 boys. This setup keeps you up off the ground in case of
heavy rains or bugs. Each campsite has several platforms. Your troop's camp
is sized based on how many boys you bring with you. We've got about 30 boys
and 6 leaders. So, we've got a medium-sized campsite set off in the woods,
kind of far from all the activity.

Once everyone arrives, the Scoutmaster assigns us to tents. There's 5 boys
and 1 adult male in each tent. Our tent has guys that I know from school,
so, even though I'm new, I've got some friends here. Our group gets
assigned Steve, as our adult leader. He's really cool. He's 21 and just
graduated college. He's a little over 6 feet tall and looks like he's in
great shape. I'm looking forward to a great two weeks. Everybody grabs a
bunk and we unpack all our stuff. I'm on the cot next to Steve. There's
lots of laughing and talking. Finally, Steve says, "Ok, guys, listen
up. You all need to change into swim trunks. We have to pass a swim test to
use the water areas at camp."  OK, no problem. I dig my swim trunks out of
my foot locker and see Steve do the same. Then, I strip off all my clothes
and turn just in time to see Steve standing nearby, also naked. He is
amazing! His muscles are really defined and his whole chest and stomach is
covered with curly brown hair. He's got a monster cock, twice as big as my
dad, hanging in front. He doesn't notice me looking and he puts on his
trunks. I turn away quickly and pull my trunks on too. It's weird, but I
felt funny watching Steve. Not like when I see my dad nude, that's
normal. This was more a tingle in my belly.

We all hike down to the lake and everyone passes their swim test. Now we
can enjoy all the water sports at camp. We hike back to camp, drying off as
we go. We all take our trunks off and Steve says, "Don't just drop them on
the floor. Grab a clothesline, put it up out back, and hang all your trunks
on it. Well, none of us have any clothes on yet, but it doesn't matter. One
guy grabs a clothesline and the rest of us pick up all the wet trunks and
towels. We slip into flip-flops and take everything out back. We work
together to hang the line and then we all hand the wet stuff up. There's
bouncing little dicks everywhere and nobody seems to care. Steve hollers at
me to come over and get his wet stuff. I walk to the edge of the platform
and have to look up and reach for Steve's stuff. I'm looking right up at
his cock hanging out and there's no place else to look. I felt that
tingling again, grabbed his wet stuff, and took it to hang on the
line. After that, we all got dressed and went to explore the camp.

So, the first couple days were great. We went swimming every day, we did
crafts, and worked on merit badges. On the 4th day, we went to learn about
wood carving. We all took a place around the room and got a block of soft
wood and a set of carving tools. The leader talked about safety and what we
were going to do today. He showed us how to begin and then we got to start
carving. It wasn't as easy as it looked. All of a sudden, I was pushing
hard with a carving tool and it slipped and dug deep into my hand that was
holding the block. I yelled and there was so much blood. I thought I was
going to be sick. Steve came and grabbed me and carried me to the medical
building. There was a volunteer doctor there and he cleaned the wound and
said I needed stitches. I was crying and just wanted it all to stop. The
nurse brought some supplies and Steve laid me down on an exam table. He
held me down, while the nurse shot something into my hand all around the
wound. I was squirming, but Steve's strong arms worked. It wasn't long
before my hand went numb. That's when the doctor sewed up my hand with
about 6 stitches. Then he put some medicine on it and wrapped it in a big
bandage. He told me, "I'm going to have to call your parents, dude. This
could be the end of your trip this year."

"No," I cried. "I'm having too much fun. I don't want to go home. Please!"
Steve helped me sit up and he rubbed my back, telling me to calm down. The
doctor used his cell phone to call my mom and he told her what had
happened. Then he passed the phone to me. "Mom, don't make me come
home. I'll be really careful."  Then Steve took the phone. "It's Steve. I'm
Tommy's leader this week. There really is a lot he can do here, even with
his injury. It's his left hand, so he can do most everything. I promise, I
will take special care of our boy. "

The doctor took the phone. "It's really up to you. Steve's right, there's a
lot to do. He just can't do any of the water activities. We need to keep
his hand dry."  He listened for a minute and disconnected the call. "You
can stay," he smiled. "Just be sure to come by here everyday so I can check
your dressing.  I jumped off the exam table and yelled, "Yippee!" Then I
felt a little light headed and my legs buckled. Just as started to fall,
Steve grabbed me and picked me up into his strong arms. "Maybe we should
sit here a minute, Doc."

"Sure, no problem. He can lay on that table till he feels steady. Just stay
in here with him." With that, the doctor and nurse left the room and closed
the door. Steve and I were alone.

I laid back flat on the exam table and Steve stood beside me to keep me
from falling off. "This really sucks!" I said and then I started crying; I
couldn't help it. Steve reached over and started to rub up and down my
leg. I could feel his hand brushing me and I felt that tingle in my belly
again, but it did help, and I started to calm down. Steve was a real
comfort to me. I liked it and I liked having Steve there to hold me since
my folks weren't there.

"Don't worry, buddy boy, I'll take good care of you and you're still gonna
have a great camp." Steve reassured me. With that and his soft touch on my
leg, I was ok now and asked if we could leave. Steve helped me off the
table and we walked to the canteen. All our boys were there getting
snacks. They all wanted to see my hand and were disappointed that it was
covered by the bandage. I told them all about it and they are like, "Gross!
Gnarly! Wish we could see it!" So, we got our snacks and walked back to
camp. We spent the rest of that day doing stuff I could do too, so I felt
great.

The next morning was different. Scoutmaster announced that today they were
all going to canoe down the river. They would go down about 15 miles and
set up a wilderness camp for the night. In the morning, vehicles would meet
them to pick up the canoes and they'd hike back to camp. It sounded like a
blast and I started to pack some stuff in my backpack like the others. I
saw Steve and the Scoutmaster talking quietly and then Steve came into the
tent and put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry, buddy, we're not going on
this trip. You can't spend that much time in the water. So, you and I are
gonna hang out here and find stuff to do."

I just sat on my bunk and didn't say a word. The other guys were like,
"Sorry, dude, that sucks." "We'll miss you." "See you a tomorrow." I just
gave em' a thumbs-up and turned to face the back of the tent. Steve told
the guys to go on and he went to sit at the picnic table while our whole
troop hiked away. I laid on my bunk and spent some time feeling sorry for
myself. After awhile, Steve came into the tent and kicked my bunk. "C'mon,
buddy, quit moping and let's go have some fun. When I was a kid camping
here, there was a cool trail that few guys knew about. Let's go find it."

So, we went back into the woods to find this secret trail. Wasn't long
before we saw an opening in the trees and a trail beyond. Steve led the way
and I followed. I couldn't help but notice his powerful hairy legs and his
tight ass straining the seams of his shorts as he hiked in front of me. We
went up and over rocks and tree roots. It was a great trail. We got pretty
high up on the hill and it turned. Steve stopped. "This is the best part."
I looked and saw a long dirt track that looked like a slide. There was a
small spring of water running down the slide. "We get to slide back down,"
Steve said.

He sat down at the top of the slide and rubbed his ass around in the
mud. This helps you slide," he said.

Then, he put his hands down and got a big push off. He went sailing down
the slide. He was laughing out loud and smearing mud everywhere. When he
got to the bottom, he called me to follow. So, I got down, smeared my ass
in the mud, and took off down the hill. It was great! It went fast, and I
knew I had mud all over, but I didn't care. When I got to the bottom, I
said, "Let's go again."

Steve said, no problem. There's another one coming up"

We turned to follow the trail and found the next slide. It was a little
steeper and had a lot more water running through it. Steve went first, and
I followed as we sailed down this slide. A little further on and we came to
another muddy slope. Steve sat down in the mud and told me to come with
him. I sat behind him with my legs spread and we took off. The extra weight
made us go faster and I could feel the mud splashing up on my face. I knew
we must be a mess, but I didn't care. This was the best time. We had
reached the bottom of the hill and hiked the trail back to camp. We looked
at each other and laughed. "What a mess!" Steve said. "We both need a
shower bad."

"I can't get my hand wet. What now?" I asked.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you." Steve went to the supply trailer and
got a plastic bag and some duck tape. He put the bag over my hand and
wrist, then taped it up to keep the water out. "There you go, buddy, you're
all set."

We went over to the shower building and stepped inside. Steve turned the
water on in the gang shower and started to peel off his muddy clothes. I
saw that he had mud everywhere. Even his ass crack had drying mud hanging
out of it. I figured I looked just as bad. When I tried to strip my clothes
off, I was having a lot of trouble with only one hand. Steve came over and
helped me get undressed. Then, we were both standing naked in front of a
big mirror and had to laugh out loud. I couldn't believe how much mud there
was; it was all over both of us from head to toe. Our clothes didn't keep
any of it off. It was a mess.

We walked over to the shower room and I realized I still only had one hand
to work with. Steve noticed my dilemma and came to help. "Here, let me," he
said. He stood me under the shower and he took the soap and got lots of
suds built up. Then he started at my neck and washed the mud off my back
and chest and he spent some extra time rubbing around my stomach and the
area above my dick. Next, he rubbed soap all over my ass and he stuck his
finger into my crack. I felt him dig the mud out and then he continued to
rub his hands over my ass and stuck his finger in my crack again. He
stopped at the hole and swirled his finger around it. I don't know why, but
I liked it. He moved around now and soaped up my cock. He washed it inside
his big hand and I could feel it getting bigger and hard. He rubbed my dick
and my balls for a long time and it felt way different than when I did
it. He washed my legs and the made sure all the soap was rinsed off. "Hang
on while I shower."

So, I stepped out and watched as Steve soaped himself up. He got soap and
water all over the fur on his chest and I watched the mixture run down his
body and over his cock. He kept washing himself and moved down to his
crotch. He soaped up again and let the soap slip out of his hand onto the
floor. Then, he rubbed his cock and balls slowly. I had to watch. He
stroked his cock and got hard ang grew to its full monster length. Then he
said, "Hey, buddy, get the soap for me and wash my back."

I picked up the bar of soap and stepped over to him. I reached up and
started to rub his back and washed all the way down to his waist. I stopped
there. "Keep going," Steve said so I started to rub soap all over his ass
and into his crack. He has a lot of hair back here, especially inside his
crack. It's a little hard to get all the caked in mud. I work at for awhile
and I even spend time in his crack, twirling my finger around his hole. I
figure that's what it took to clean me. When we're finished, Steve washes
his hair. Then he pulls me under the water and stands in front of me to
wash my hair. I'm staring at the center of his muscled chest and he's
rubbing my head. Then, his cock touches mine. "Oops," Steve says, "sorry."
Then he turns the water off and we step over to the sinks. Steve picks up a
clean wash cloth and carefully pulls the tape and plastic off my
hand. Gently, he washes my hand, careful not to get the bandage wet. "Looks
like we need to go get a fresh bandage," he says. "Hey, we didn't bring any
clean clothes with us. Oh well, nobody's around, we'll just walk back like
this."

So, we gather up our dirty clothes and walk across camp nude and we get
air-dried along the way. We go in the tent and dress in clean shorts and
tees. Then we go to the nurse to have my bandage changed. It's time for
lunch, so we eat and then go look for stuff I can do with one hand.

At the end of the day, we're both tired. We ate supper and joined another
troop around their campfire, then we headed back to camp just as it was
getting dark. "Guess we better get some sleep, Tim," Steve said.

"Yeah, I'm exhausted. I had a lot of fun today, Steve. Thanks for taking
care of me."

"It was my pleasure, Timmy, do you mind if I call you that? It sounds right
for us," Steve asks.

"I don't mind at all, I answer," Not many people have ever called me
Timmy. I guess it's OK. Maybe don't say it in front of the other guys. It
sounds a little baby-ish."

"You bet, Timmy. It's just between you and me."

So, we both strip down to our undershorts and hit our bunks. It's dark and
really quiet with nobody else around tonight. It doesn't take long for me
to fall asleep. I'm not sure what time it was, but a sound woke me up
later. I needed to pee anyway, so I got my flashlight and quietly started
toward the latrine. As I passed by Steve's bunk, I saw that he was laying
on top of his covers with no shorts on and he was stroking his cock. When
he saw my light, he stopped. I said I was just going to pee and he told me
to go pee off the back of the platform. So, I walked back and pulled my
dick out to pee off the back. Steve stepped up beside me and he started to
pee too. He still didn't have his shorts on.

"So, was that a shock to see me like that?" Steve asked.

"Well, I guess not. I've seen may dad do it sometimes when he didn't know I
was looking."

"Do you do that to yourself?" he asked.

"Oh, sometimes, but nothing ever happens"

"You want to watch me?" Steve asked. "I don't mind if you watch." I nodded
my head yes and we walked back to his bunk. Steve got in and laid on his
back. He patted the edge for me sit down. Then he grabbed his cock and
started to stroke it. I was mesmerized. I'd never been this close to a guy
jacking off and never had the chance to just stare at all the muscles
rippling under his fur and listen to him moaning a little as he stroked a
big hard-on. It was amazing. I felt my dick getting hard too. Steve kept
stroking and then he asked, "Want to touch it?"

I said, "Yeah, if it's OK." He took my hand and placed it on his cock. He
told me to grab on, but my hand wouldn't go all the way around it. So, I
brought my other hand over and wrapped both of them around his massive
shaft and started to rub it up and down. Steve smiled and told me to keep
it up. Then he reached over, and he took hold of my little weiner. I was a
little embarrassed, but it felt great. He stroked me up and down real
slow. After a while, he let go and took his cock back into his own hand. He
started to stroke it faster and harder than I could. He started to get
stiff all over and he moaned. Just then he shot what looked like ropes of
white, sticky goo. I'd never seen anything like it. It pumped out of him
over and over. There was juice on his stomach and chest and I think some
even shot onto his face.

"Want a taste?" Steve asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Steve scooped up a glob of the white goo on his finger and put it up to my
lips. "Go ahead, take it."

So, I opened my mouth and sucked it all off his finger. It was warm and
thick and tasted great. I wanted more. "If you want more," Steve said,
"Come and get it."  I hesitated, but I couldn't resist. I leaned over and
started to lick the juice off his chest and stomach. It was like a hairy
lollipop. I got down to his waist and stopped.

"Timmy, this is my cum," Steve said. "It's here for you to enjoy. Go ahead
and finish."

So, I licked on down to his cock shaft and licked up the shaft and around
the head. I kept licking till I had every drop cleaned up. I was
embarrassed now, so I got up to go back to bed. As I stood up, Steve
slapped me on the ass and said, "You know, Timmy, this is just between
us. There's nothing wrong with it; it's perfectly natural. After all, you
said your dad does it. But, if we let the others know about it, they'll
make fun of you and call you a sissy. You might even get kicked out of
Scouts. So, we'll just keep it between us. OK?"

"Oh, sure, Steve. No problem" (I was sure not going to tell anyone that I
had a man's cock in my mouth. Geez! I'd be bullied by everyone. I guess
it's OK to jack off like that; dad does it. Maybe I'll do it too
sometimes. But, that's not something I'm going to talk about with
anybody. It did feel good, but I'll bet it doesn't happen again.") I
thought.

I went back to my bunk and decided to sleep naked. I dropped my shorts and
started to stroke my cock while I relaxed for sleep. The longer I stroked,
the harder it got and I soon felt something funny. I had that tingle again
and my cock swelled up. I stroked it faster and in a few minutes I felt my
balls start to tingle and they felt really tight. Then, my cock and balls
spasmed and jerked several times. It felt so amazing! Nothing came out, but
the feeling was so good. This had never happened to me before. I pumped
myself till I went soft. I decided then that I owed Steve a lot for
sticking around to take care of me, for the great time we had today, for
cleaning me up after the mudslides, and now for introducing me to the
natural act of jacking off and drinking cum. I sure hope Steve wants to
hang out some more.

[END PART ONE]