Date: Tue, 4 Dec 2012 18:00:08 -0600
From: Bob
Subject: Boy Scout Truth or Dare

I was 16 years old. I'd been gay for about 3 years, always checking out
other boy's penises in Boy Scouts. And now, I was finally in a tent with
another boy, and it looked like he would be willing to fool around with me.
I had waited for this moment for so long. I'd seen so many naked boys in
the showers and tents and cabins, and jacked off to the memories of all of
them. But I'd never reached the point of actually "fooling around" with
anybody else. The closest I ever came was the occasional "do you jack off?"
conversation that never led anywhere. But here I was now, with a horny 13
year old named Jack, in a tent, about to finally realize my dreams.

Jack was about 5'4, with dark brown hair and a wide grin. I was 5'10 with
brown hair and a 6 inch cock. We were both built rather averagely, not
particularly athletic. I had seen him with his shirt off that morning when
he changed clothes, and he had just the very beginning of abs.

"Let's play truth or dare," he said, smiling in a conspiratorial way.

"OK. Who will go first?" I replied.

"How about you start. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"OK, ummm... Have you ever kissed a girl?"

I had. It was true. When I was 9 I had a crush on a girl in the
neighborhood.  We kissed behind the community center building, just once.
It was totally innocent, I don't think she had anything sexual in mind.

"Yes."

"What was her name?" he asked.

"Hey now, that's two questions," I said in mock complaint.

"Fine then. It's my turn now."

"Truth or dare?" I asked.

"Truth," Jack replied.

"Have you ever french kissed a girl?

"Wow, getting personal, are we? No. I haven't. Truth or dare?"

"Well I already did Truth, so I guess I have to do a dare then," I said.

"I dare you to strip to your underwear."

This was bold. I was surprised at how fast he was moving. I stood up,
ducking slightly under the roof of the tent. As I removed my shirt, my
hands shook slightly. I had literally waited for years for this to happen.
I was nervous, but there was no turning back now. Thoughts raced through my
head: *What if he tells someone later? What if he is just kidding and isn't
gay or bi or anything? What if I'm too scared? What if? What if?

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*

I had my t-shirt off. There was almost no real hair on my upper body, just
the fine light hairs that most boys have. I moved for my pajama pants. I
could see the look of anticipation on his face by the dim light of the
flashlight propped against his sleeping bag. My hands pulled the pants down
and I stepped out of them, standing in my white briefs. (I knew that white
briefs weren't considered cool, but boxers were expensive and I really
didn't care what the jocks thought of my underwear. Screw them.) I stood
there for an awkward second, then sat down. *What if I get a boner now and
it turns out he's not gay? What if he's grossed out or yells or tells
somebody or makes fun of me? What if? What if? *I decided to opt for
control, and breathed deeply while avoiding thought about my penis in order
to keep from getting hard.

"You look good," said Jack.

"Thanks. I'm kinda skinny, but I don't mind."

"Neither do I," he replied with one of his grins.

"OK, it's your turn. And it's gotta be a dare, right?"

"Yeah, it does," he said.

"OK. I dare you to strip down to *your* underwear."

"No problem."

He stood and lifted his shirt off, revealing those almost-defined abs and
nearly giving me a raging boner right then and there. Then his hands went
to the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down and showing me...

White briefs! So maybe they were pretty cool after all! I could see the
bulge of his still-soft cock.

He sat back down and smiled at me. "It's your turn," he said in a different
tone of voice. I looked at his eyes and immediately, I knew what he was
thinking. I could see some of the same nervousness I had, maybe not as
strong, but it was there! And the same desire. The same longing. "Truth or
dare?"

I wanted to stretch things out a bit.

"Truth," I said.

He almost looked a little disappointed. "Alright, hmm... Do you masturbate?"

"Yes. Absolutely." I don't know why I said 'absolutely'. Maybe it was the
raging hormones talking. I knew what I had to do next. I didn't wait to say
'truth or dare', I just cut straight to it. "Do you?" I asked.

"Yeah, I do it all the time." He was still smiling that slightly nervous
smile. "I'm tired of playing truth or dare. Do you want to, you know...
Fool around?"

I started to open my mouth. I wanted so bad to say yes. Dammit, I wanted to
push him over and hump him right then and there, so why the hell was I not
saying yes?. But the same thoughts from before were running through my
head. I was furious with my stupid teenage brain and my stupid teenage body
and my stupid life and-

"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone." That was all it took. I was still
speechless, but my doubts were gone. I nodded. He moved over to my sleeping
bag. "This is gonna be fun. Have you ever fooled around before?" he asked.

"No, I haven't," I replied rather sheepishly.

Jack giggled. "That's OK, neither have I."

His hand reached for the waistband of my underwear. I have no idea how I
managed to hold back a boner until then, but somehow I managed. He pulled
off my briefs,and then reached back and pulled his off, too. "Well, we're
naked," he said after a moment. And somehow that was the most hilarious
thing I had ever heard. We both cracked up laughing quietly, and kept
laughing until we were both crying a bit. I know some of my tears were from
relief, from finally being at this moment. I saw his penis. It was still
soft, which surprised me. It was a good 3 inches soft, and it was
circumcised like mine, with a little bit of wispy hair above it. I had
slightly more hair than him, and I could see him looking at mine. "You can
feel it if you want," I told him. He reached over, and for the first time
ever, another boy's fingers brushed against my penis. It felt like heaven.
It felt so much better than my own jacking off. He rubbed my cock lightly.
The look of pure, desperate bliss was obvious on my face. He smiled at me
and said, "Touch mine." My hand reached over, and for the first time
touched another boy's penis. It was so soft and fleshy and spongy. I rubbed
his as he rubbed mine, which was fully hard by now. His was starting to
grow and I could tell that it was a bit above average for his age. It
swelled to its full 5 inches, twitching a bit.

"So, what do you want to do?" he asked.

"I'm not sure, I've never done this before."

His hand wrapped around my dick and massaged it a little bit. I followed
suit and we both masturbated each other for a while. Then he said, "Let's
try something."

He rolled me over on my back and got up on his knees, straddling me. Then
he laid down on top of me, and pressed his hips into mine, our erections
rubbing against each other. He humped me for several minutes, his weight
hard to get used to at first, but then perfect. I spread my legs apart and
wrapped them around his waist, my hands rubbing along his back, pulling him
into me. The tingling, warm feelings grew more and more in my groin, more
intense than ever before. He grunted slightly as he thrust his hips into
mine faster and faster, until suddenly...

"I think I'm gonna have an orgasm," he said, still grunting. His face
showed a look of pure glee and desperate pleasure as his orgasm approached.
He came, pushing his penis against mine for several seconds. There was just
a little bit of jizz, as his dick pulsed and twitched against mine. I was
almost there myself, and we were both a little sweaty and breathing hard.
His orgasm finished and he collapsed on top of me, causing the air to come
out of my lungs with a woosh. "Sorry," he said. "That was amazing. It felt
so incredibly good. Did you jizz yet?"

"No, I almost did. That felt so good".

He smiled and said, "Well then I'll finish you off. His hand reached down
and wrapped around my boner, making it even harder than before. "Nice
boner," he said. His hand moved up and down on my penis. "I like to start
slowly to build excitement," he said.

"That feels amazing," was all I could muster. His hand slowly started to
move faster and faster, driving me into a frenzy of pleasure and ecstasy.
"I'm almost there. Please don't stop!" I said desperately. As my orgasm
started, he reached between my legs with his other hand and used two
fingers to push just below my balls, stimulating my prostate gland. I
cannot describe the feeling that gave me. I grunted and gasped as I
dribbled out three spurts of semen. He kept rubbing until all the semen was
out, then stopped. "How did you know to do that trick?" I asked him.

He grinned. "Practice."

~end of part one~