Date: Tue, 7 Mar 2000 10:04:27 -0800 (PST)
From: leykopygos@yahoo.com
Subject: Boy Scout Campout

BOY SCOUT CAMP OUT
leykopygos@yahoo.com

I had been strongly curious about other kids' bodies as long as I could
remember.  I was always the instigator when some of us would play doctor.
It hadn't really ever occurred to me that my interest in boys was greater
than my interest in girls.  Boys were just more available to each other,
much more willing and there seemed to be so much more to their 'parts'.  By
the time I was in the fifth grade my knowledge of sex was still word of
mouth.

The scene is the south in the early sixties.  I had known Bart since
kindegarten.  We were upper middle class white boys in a southern town of
about twelve thousand.  We were in the same school and went to the same
church but living in different neighborhoods.  We didn't become close until
we were twelve.  Athletics was playing an increasingly important part of
the social hierarchy of our lives.  I hated sports and was only as good as
I had to be to get by.  Bart was eager and willing but the biggest klutz in
our grade.  Though we weren't chosen last for teams we were never above the
lower third.  This threw us together a lot and gave us a sense of growing
camaraderie.  One Friday he invited me over to spend the night.

Bart's house was a markedly different from my own.  I had a younger sister.
Bart had three brothers, and a sister.  The oldest were fraternal twins,
two and a half years older than us.  His sister and other brother were one
and three years younger than us respectively.  My house was traditional
colonial.  His was a large, modern split-level; one of only two really
modern style homes in town.  My mother was a meticulous homemaker who kept
a sharp eye on us.  Both of his parents worked in a profitable family
business and were very social.  The constant chaos of their house made it
seem like a well a well-appointed circus.

Bart and his sibling spent the lion's share of their time with maids and
baby sitters.  Now that the older boys were fifteen they did a lot of the
baby-sitting.  That evening we were left under their supervision while his
parents went to a party.  John and James the twins couldn't have cared less
what we were up to.  After dinner we watched TV for a while and then went
to down to their rumpus room.  Bart reached into a cabinet and pulled out a
stack of 'Playboy' magazines.  I don't even think I had ever heard of it.
We began flipping through them.  I was shocked and fascinated.  "Where did
you get these?" I had never conceived of adults posing for a magazine.
"Oh, they're my dad's.  He has so many he can't keep up with them."

The women didn't turn me on.  I was turned on by the circumstance.  I was
looking at 'dirty' pictures.

Having two older brothers Bart wasn't as sexually naive as I was.
Before long we had our pants down around our ankles.  We were both in the
beginnings of puberty.  My dick was already bigger than anyone else I had
ever played with and had hair sprouting around my dick.  Bart's maturation
was at the same stage I was.  Our cut cocks were both about six inches
hard.  Bart wrapped his hand around his hard cock and started stroking.
"Why don't you beat off?"  He asked.

"What for."

"It feels good.  Let me show you."  He grasped my rock hard cock in his
other fist and started stroking.  It felt incredible.  I groaned.  "It's
even better with Vaseline."  He reached under the sofa and pulled a jar
out, slathered us both up and continued.

"Can I do you?"  I asked.

"That would be great.  John can cum when he beats off."  I grasped his
slick rod and began to beat my first cock.  We flipped through the
magazines and pulled on each other for a while.  Neither one of us were
able to cum yet.  We had been at it at least fifteen minutes when Bart
blurted out, "If you let me cornhole you I'll let you cornhole me."

"What's cornhole?"

"I stick my dick up your butthole.  It's a lot better than beating off."

I was hesitant.  I was afraid he would renege on the deal after he had
fucked me.  "You'll let me do you too?"

"Yeah, sure.  John has cornholed me before."

"Well, OK."  He instructed me to lay face down on the sofa.  I turned my
head around and watched him rub more Vaseline on his rigid dick.  "It's
going to hurt a little," he told me.  "I'll go easy and quit if you me want
to."

He climbed on top of me and lined his slick dick up with my hole.  I had
stuck a finger up my butt before but nothing bigger.  His greased head
pressed harder and harder against my tight uncooperative sphincter.  "Push
down like you're taking a crap," he instructed.  I did as he said.  With no
warning his head popped through my tight ring.  Lightning bolts of pain
wracked my body.  "TAKE IT OUT!"  He did as I ask.

While I rolled around in agony he spoke, "I know how it feels.  John has
fucked me several times.  If you just let it stay in and get used to it, it
gets better.  Sometimes I think John is going to kill me.  He has a lot
bigger dick than we do."  I had never seen an older boys dick before and
was really aroused by the thought.  I didn't know the concept then but I
was already a size queen.

After the pain subsided I let him try again.  He told me to stay still and
I would adjust to it.  He was right.  It eased up but I wouldn't let him
penetrate any further.  After awhile we switched places.  He taught me
about sucking cock.  I wasn't really that turned on about him sucking me
but I really got into sucking Bart.  We spent most of the night sucking and
fucking until we couldn't hold our eyes open.  From then on we took
advantage of every available chance to slip off to suck and fuck.  He was
the first person to cum up my butt.

I was in the same scout troop as Bart and the two older twins.  One weekend
our scoutmaster, we called him Curly, was taking us on a camping trip to a
state park.  It was pretty primitive.  The only facilities were a few
picnic tables.  We had been anticipating this for several weeks.  We were
both horny as a randy Billy goat.  Bart and I shared a tent with another
guy in our class.  With him in the tent we weren't able to do anything that
night.  The next day we went on a morning hike.  After we got back for
lunch one of the other scout's father, who had come along volunteered to
take anyone willing out to see if they could see any deer.  Everyone went
except Bart, his older brother John, the scoutmaster and me.  When the
scoutmaster went to take an afternoon nap we snuck back to our tent and
zipped ourselves in for some fucking.  I had just barely adjusted to Bart's
dick up my butt when the flap was abruptly unzipped.  John stuck his head
in.

In an undertone he asked, "What's going on here boys?  Butt fucking, huh.
Curly's probably going to take a strap to you when I tell him about this."

"Get out of here John.  You're not going to tell."  Bart growled.  Even
though Bart let John fuck him they had an antagonistic relationship.

"Yeah, I suppose I won't at that if you let me in on the fun."  Remembering
Bart's comment about John's big dick, I was intrigued with the idea.

"Get out of here.  We don't want to do it with you."  Bart hissed again.

I piped up, "It's okay Bart, I don't mind if it will keep us out of
trouble."

"Well, Okay," Bart said grudgingly, grinding his cock deep into my butt.
"But you don't know what you're getting into."  He looked John dead in the
eye.  "And you're not fucking me!"

My heart was pounding with excitement and fear.  This was the first older
dick I had ever played with.  I couldn't wait to see this big pole Bart had
spoken of.  But I also knew I was going to have my butt ripped open by it.

John came in and zipped the flap behind him.  He sat down to take off his
boots and pants right in front of me.  "You gonna let me fuck you, boy?"  I
nodded.  I was practically salivating at the thought.  "I got a lot bigger
dick than my little brother.  It's a good thing for you he's opening you up
first."  He grasped the waist of his jeans and shucked them down his legs
taking his briefs with them.  With a snap his hard pole sprang free and
slapped against his stomach.  I was agog.  It was at least eight inches
long and as big around as a small Coke bottle.  The hooded head stood out
boldly from the top of the shaft.  The shaft was noticeably thicker in the
middle making me think of a small coke bottle again.  Even more surprising
and arousing it was uncut.  I had seen very few uncut dicks in my life,
none close at hand, and was fascinated by them.


It swayed menacingly in front of my face.  I looked up at John.  "Feel it."
He ordered.  I reached up and grasped the throbbing stout cudgel.  It was
so thick that my fingers didn't even meet.  It pulsed powerfully in my
hand.  The Skin slid on the hard rod like a velvet bag filled with a big
cucumber.  "Skin it back." John ordered.  The head emerged from the collar.
It was big and round like a plum.  I began to smoothly pump my fist up and
down its length.  John groaned with pleasure.

Bart, who was still pounding my butt with an intensity he had never
displayed before, looked over my shoulder.  "He's a voracious cocksucker.
He loves it."  He told his brother.  John edged in closer until his big
head was bumping my lips.  "Lick it!"  Bart hissed in my ear.  I snaked my
tongue out and slurped the bulbous corona drawing a ragged "Ahh" from
John's mouth.  "Suck it!"  Bart hissed again.  I opened my mouth wide and
John thrust his hips forward driving his thick head into my mouth.  I began
to splutter.  It was so big I thought my lips would tear.  "That's it, suck
it."  Bart crooned in my ear.  Encouraged by his enthusiasm I took another
two or three inches in my mouth.  I started pumping his dick with my mouth,
driving a little deeper with each thrust.  Bart whispered a steady stream
of dirty talk into my ear while he pumped my butt with increasing fury.
His breath became ragged.  With one final "Suck that cock" he ground his
hips into me splattering his hot cum deep inside me.  His shoulders pushed
hard against my own driving John's fat cock head to the back of my throat.

As I began to panic for air John pulled his monstrous invader from my
throat.  He groaned.  "I'm too close.  I want to cum fucking your cute
little butt."  God help me, that's what I wanted too.

Bart's cock was still hard as steel inside me (After all we were in the
early throes of puberty.)  He pulled his dick from my tender hole and said
to me, "I want you to fuck me while John fucks you."  It sounded like the
best of all possible worlds to me.  John was already coating his boner with
a liberal helping of Vaseline.

Bart took my place on the sleeping bag.  John reached over with his greasy
paw and slicked my throbbing six-incher up.  As I mounted Bart's butt John
guided me to the tightly ringed target.  I slid slowly and smoothly three
inches deep into his steamy channel.  He sucked in his breath and groaned,
"Easy, damnit."  I held still to let him get used to it and looked back at
John sliding his slick veiny skin up and down his thick bat.  The
realization of what I had agreed to hit me.  John was going to bury that
fat cock in my puckered boy butt.  He was going to split me wide open.  He
moved into place behind me.  "Reach around and guide me in."  He whispered.
I reached down and directed his head to my tender puckered back door.  Even
though Bart had really fucked me good I was nowhere near lose enough to
make this easy.  Harder and harder he shoved against my unwilling
sphincter.  It felt like he was trying to cram an orange up my butt.
"Loosen up, will ya!" he whispered impatiently.  "That's easy for you to
say."  I snarled back.  I tried to relax and pushed back against him.
Gradually his fat ram began to batter down the resistance of my tight ring
of muscle.  I felt like my hole was tearing and began to squirm away.  He
stuck his arms under mine and grasped my shoulders in a full nelson.
"Listen you little shit you wanted this and now you're going to get it,
like it or not."  He was much bigger and stronger than Bart and me.  There
was no way I was getting free of his pin.  He told Bart to reach for my
underwear.  "You better stick that in your mouth so you don't scream as
loud.  You don't want Curly to find you in the middle layer of a fuck
sandwich do you?"  He thrust with his hips and pushed against me with the
full force of his weight driving my hard dick into Bart's butt.  Millimeter
by millimeter his cruel his fat dickhead burrowed into my tortured passage.
The pain was unbelievable.  I thrashed my hips about wildly trying to
dislodge him. But instead just worked more of his thick pillar into my
tortured hole.  Unable to resist the inexorable force of his assault any
further the inner ring of muscle surrendered and his plundering probe
buried itself head deep inside me.  I ground my teeth into the underwear in
my mouth.  I used all my concentrated will keep silent the screams of agony
which swept through my body like a physical force.  I must have sort of
blacked out a minute or so.  The next thing I remember was John whispering
in my ear.  "Come on boy, you know you wanted this.  Just the thought of
this big dick filling you up had you in heat.  You wanted it and you wanted
it to hurt.  You wanted it to hurt so bad^×hurt so good.  Now take it.
Set your own pace and fuck yourself.  I won't do anything until you're
ready.  Think how bad you wanted to be fucked by a big dick like
this. You're little butt is stuffed tight with my big knob.  You got to
take it all before I can fuck you silly."  His whispers echoed in my mind.
I did want it^×bad.  Bart moved underneath me causing my still rock hard
cock to flex.  Even with the pain I was still hard and horny.  The flexing
of my cock caused me to clinch down on the monster in my chute.  His dick
swelled inside of me in response to my squeeze and stretched the walls of
my chute.  Oh yeah, I wanted it.  The pain had subsided to a level that was
nearly bearable even arousing.  I thrust back driving myself another inch
onto his throbbing spike.  I groaned, "Oh god, it does hurt so good."  He
released the hold on my shoulders and crooned, "That's it boy!  Take that
big dick.  Show me how you want it."  I pulled back out until the big head
was about to pop free from my clinched sphincter then I drove back another
inch deeper.  Each drive back drove me further onto his dick and pulled my
dick in and out of Bart.  The thickening girth in the middle of John's
shaft stretched me more than I thought was possible.  Even when I finally
got past the thickest part of his flared beam it wasn't smooth sailing.
His fat head explored and straightened out sections of my rectum Bart had
never touched.  I felt things inside my body pushed aside as pushed more
and more of him into me.  Finally I was able to his feel his scratchy pubes
on my distended hole.  "Oh Yeah," He moaned.  "That's all of it."  I pulled
off two inches or so and felt his knob rub a sensitive spot inside me.  It
made me lightheaded.  It was like he was scratching a deep itch I had only
been subconsciously aware of before.  I slid back and forth those two
inches on his fat spike driving my own throbbing cock in and out of Bart.

 "You ready to leave the driving to me?"  He asked softly.

The moaned the only words my fevered brain could form, "Fuck me."

"Reach back and feel how my big cock stretches out your sweet asslips."

I reached back and touched my fingers to my hole.  It was pulled tighter
than the surface of a drum.  I wrapped my fingers around his turgid member
and he started withdrawing.  He pulled back leaving only the head in.  The
widely flared corona was so tightly held by my elastic ring that my
sphincter was mounded up like it was ready to erupt.  He gave a few shallow
jabs teasing me.

"You want it?"  He asked.  I weakly nodded my head.  "You're not very
convincing."

"Please, fuck me with your fat, hard cock.  Fuck me like a dog in heat."

I still had my hand wrapped around his cock when he began his first thrust.
He took his time allowing me to feel the thick bulge of his teen-age fuck
muscle widen my burning channel.  When he hit bottom he shifted his weight
to a push-up position.  In one swift motion he pulled back out to the
bulging head.  I felt like he was going to pull my guts out with him.
"Move your hand!" he ordered.  I had barely gotten it free before he
started making swift confident strokes the full length of his tool.  Each
insertion drove my rigid prick into Bart's hot wet interior making him
grunt.  I didn't even know what a prostate was but I knew with each
long-dicked jab both his tumescent head and bulging shaft would punch and
rub across something in me that made me weak.  He varied the stroke leaving
me panting in anticipation of the next assault.  He made some savage
withdrawals pulling his head completely free of my hole and, hands free,
pummeled my sore asslips with his blunt head.  Bart and I were a chorus of
grunts keeping time to his non-rhythmic fuck.  His thrust began to pick up
speed until he was pumping my butt like the pistons of a racecar at full
speed.  I heard a fuck punctuated growl in the tent and realized it was
coming from my mouth.  No longer able to control myself I unloaded spurt
after spurt of thick cum into Bart's hot butt.  I had never cum that much,
that long, before.  Each eruption from me caused me to tighten my hole
around John's pumping cock.  That was all he could take.  He collapsed on
top of me; his full weight driving his cock to it's deepest.  I felt it
expand and convulse shooting thick ropes of cum inside me.  I don't know
how long it was before we moved again.  It felt like hours.  John's cock
had shriveled inside me and my aching asslips squeezed it free drawing a
gasp from both of us.  I pulled myself free of Bart after John got off me.
John wiped himself off with a towel Bart had dropped on the floor and
pulled his clothes on.  "Thanks man, I really needed that.  You've got a
really hot little butt there.  You think we could do that again some time?"

My ravaged hole was afire with pain, but it did hurt so good.  I had never
been so satisfied before.  My lust under some control for the moment, I
didn't want to appear too eager.  "Well, I suppose if the opportunity ever
occurs."

Under his breath I heard Bart mutter, "Oh, the opportunity WILL occur
again."

I don't know whether he didn't hear or just chose to ignore Bart.  "Great,
thanks again.  You too bro."  Dressed, he unzipped the flap and left.

When we were alone Bart looked at me and shook his head.  "Are you pissed
at me for letting him join us?"  I asked.

He looked me in the eyes and gave me a crooked smile.  "Hey, at least I
wasn't the one he was fucking."  His face shifted into a look of amazement.
"I can't believe you're still alive.  I hardly even let him in me before
I'm shrieking.  Ali doesn't give that much punishment to a punching bag.
Next time I fuck you don't expect any mercy."

"Promise?"