Date: Sun, 5 Sep 2021 12:59:53 +0000 (UTC) From: Terry Green Subject: Boy Scout Plowing with James Please donate to nifty if you can. Any bit helps, and let's keep our LGBT spot going well! I remember it as if it was yesterday. Time does fly as the proverbial cliche notes, but in my dreams, I'm in a tent with James. We are on a scout trip to southern Pennsylvania, and I'm in front of him, tucking my penis into my crotch to imitate a vagina. Having a small soft penis helped, but I know what I was signaling to him. It worked as I got pumped hard, and I got to experience a couple nights of absolutely hot passion. These were the beginnings of my gay lifestyle, my desire for other guys, and I absolutely seduced James to fuck me. At first slightly hesitantly, but I got the one I wanted to be with for years. Growing up in northern Maryland, near Frederick MD, our troop did a lot of civil war history trips. We had nearby Antietam, and this particular fall weekend we were up at Gettysburg. While not as famous as the bloodier battle, this was really a turning point for the Union. It allowed Lincoln's Emancipation to happen, and also showed the confederacy its supply lines could be sustained. For true buffs, look up a cigar in reference to this. You'll find it quite a learning experience. Our troop had gotten in all kinds of vans and SUVs for the quick drive north, and we stayed at a family campground. My tent mate James was a senior, as I was a sophomore for years, that had a crush on him. He was tall, handsome, with dark hair and brown eyes. A slight olive complexion as if Italian or Greek, and although in the closet, I so wanted him inside me. Years of jerking off to him had me damn near rabid, as often in the hallways of school, I quickly checked his crotch. Instantly my penis would get hard, and quite often I'd masturbate in the stall. Being 5'7 and maybe 140 pounds, he was far bigger than me in every way, and I was correct that my green eyes and blonde hair wouldn't be enough. This weekend I was going for broke, and if he didn't get turned on, I wondered what the consequences were. He had been seen with pretty women, and I may have been pushing a boundary, best left alone. Yet I couldn't help it, as I had to try, to calm the savage beast that permeated every part of my soul. I was glad to help him set up the tent. Our troop was well organized. As we got the tents and sleeping bags out, others had already started with placement of lanterns, tarps, and flashlights. We had a good dinner of tin foil dinners, and then our traditional campfire. It was slightly chilly for fall, but comfortable enough, and the skits were funny this time. As usual our scoutmaster had his closing speech. We learned about "being prepared," and it was one of his better ones. As the orange glow of the fire died down, I looked at James. He looked so good in shorts and a t shirt. Muscular with an athletic body. Very masculine. As taps sounded, we all retired to our tents. James was in there already in his tighty whities, and I about lost my mind. Trying not to be too obvious, as he read I looked at his bulge and couldn't believe how big he was in that department. Eventually I stripped down to my blue boxer shorts. I relaxed for a few, and James said, "want to look at some Hustler magazines?" "Sure," I said, although I was certain he'd be looking at vaginas being penetrated, while I was admiring a meaty cock sliding in. As he brought out a stack, and turned on a dim flashlight, we both were fully erect turning the pages. What could I do to make things go my way. Pretending to look at two lesbians, I said to James, "I know how to make my cock look like their pussys." He laughed, smiled, and said "no way." Letting my thoughts go elsewhere, so as to make my unit soft, I took my boxers off. My naked body was fully exposed to my tent mate, and I put my penis in between my legs to show off my black pubic bush. James laughed and said "actually that does look a bit like one." As I sat there in full view of him, out of my peripheral vision, his underwear was becoming tighter. He said, "I'm going to take these off as I'm uncomfortable." As he slid them off, his hairy chest, and longest cock and biggest balls I had ever seen came out. "Oh my." Didn't mean to say that out loud. I turned crimson red. James smiled and said, "do you like it Terry?" "Yes," my soft almost uncertain voice replied. Before I knew it he had my penis in his hands. I went completely hard, and zoned off as his fingers caressed my shaft. Soon he was feeling my balls up, and I was under his spell. Without even noticing I had my hands around his genitals, and he was so damn long and thick. His testicles were easily the largest rocks I'd ever had in my hands. He was moaning, and finally I just had him lie down on his sleeping bag taking his manhood into my mouth. This wasn't the first time I had sucked, but his large penis made my jaw and tongue work harder than ever before. His musky and manly scent in my taste buds. I loved how his penis arced upwards, and his precum was in my throat. Damn he had it all as I literally took him as deep as I could. Seeing his eyes close, I had him where I wanted. I sucked his balls, licked them, and he was as content as a man could be. It was such exhilaration to have reached this point, and his body shook, with each up and down motion I made in the crisp air that just turned to blistering heat. His head and shaft were perfect, and as I licked him, James said "let's fuck." Was this really happening? It hurt so damn much. With no lube his monstrous penis was sliding into my hole, as I laid on the tent floor. Yes I liked his hands on my hips, and heard the grunts behind me, along with my rear end taking what could only be considered abuse. I remembered to breathe, push down, accepting him into my tight hole that hadn't seen action for some time other than my butt plug. That was a 1/4th of his dick size, but I was happy to be his bitch. If this was how it was yo be, then it was this way. He kept getting deeper, and later on I was on my back, as he poked me. It started to feel better, and my balls filled up. I even rode him, and although it was obvious he didn't want to kiss, I was a happy customer. Every goosebump I had was activated, as I took this hunk to my insides with enthusiasm now. Even though I was biting my gums. The pain. I wanted him that badly. I had him. His penis filled me. He was churning away in me and I sweat, gasped, and almost cried but worth it. If you want a guy so bad, you'll do as I did. I rode his thick long pole, on a mission to make him feel amazing. He was looking in my eyes, and the smile said my tight rear end was having its desired affect. James didn't budge when I grabbed his arms for support. His balls slapping were noisy. I could smell his sweat and hormones. Soon I felt him lock up, and I was rewarded with him orgasming inside of me. His cum shot out like a pent up cannon, and as he moaned in pleasure, I started to jerk my hard penis. Eventually I laid down next to him, and was grateful for his hands on my balls, as I blew a load into the ceiling of the tent. There wasn't a lot of talking but James said "that felt amazing but let's keep that a secret." Falling asleep I was happy to oblige. The next morning after breakfast we went for a hike. James and the other guys were enjoying it, but I can't say I had the same experience. One of the assistant scoutmasters noticed I was in pain, and asked me, "Terry, are you feeling okay?" "Not really, stomach cramps and exhaustion," I lied. Actually there was a sliver of truth, as James had split my insides up a few hours prior. Thankfully he was a kind man, and decided to accompany me back to the battlefield visitors center. I sat sideways as my ass hurt, but at least I got to see some civil war artifacts. The troop got in several hours later. We had another good dinner, a campfire, and even more fun skits. Going into the tent I was excited but a realist. Again James was in there, but tonight he was naked with the magazines spread out. I did have to smile, as he looked so sexy in the dull light in the tent. He knocked back his hair with his hand, whispering "I want you again." As much as I did, he really did cause my ass to hurt. Yet he was content as I gave him a truly glorious blowjob. His large cock in and out of my lips, those low hanging nuts, I was glad to be making his sperm get closer to my tonsils. His big penis finally erupted in my mouth, and I swallowed every single drop. He really was a big cummer, and to his credit he gave me a wonderful handjob, that allowed my cum to be released to as I was hard the whole time sucking him off. It was a good trip, and later that week after recovery and lube, I made sure James came to my home. A house call of sorts as my parents were working, and my sisters were already at college. This time it was far more pleasurable, and James and I would regularly fuck until the end of his senior year. Eventually he went to Penn State, and that was the last I've seen of him. I wonder what he's up to, and who's reaping the benefits of that donkey dick now. Even older I'm sure he's ruggedly handsome, and I still regularly tug my penis until ejaculation, as I think of being plowed by him so many years ago.