Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an150032@anon.penet.fi (....Mercury....) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an150032@anon.penet.fi Date: Tue, 4 Jul 1995 19:21:59 UTC Subject: Boy Scout Camp Trip (m/M) o o Oh Wise Master, I wonder who rules Alt.Sex.Stories ? o Why that is easy, young Grasshopper. It is... o o ... M e r c u r y ... o o For listen to the Wind. Does it not whisper in your ear, o "Mercury rulez A.S.S.!" And listen to the babbling brook. o Does it not babble, "Mercury has the biggest dick of all!" o You see, Grasshopper. All of Nature is in harmony with o Mercury, for he is one with the Universe! o oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo o o Heterosexuality, recovery from, opinion poll o o Is it ever possible for a heterosexual to truly recover? I've tried o everything... Would value any opinions. On a scale from 1 to 10 I don't o know exactly where I would fall, but you can judge for yourselves: I'm a o plumber, I have four kids, a house in the suburbs, a Chevy Nova, a high o school education (plus a year of junior college), terrible taste, a big, o broad ass, and my wife makes Hamburger Helper on Thursday Nights. A o cliche, I know -- but it's MY life! Any opinions (of a polite nature) o would be gratefully received. };^> o oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo o o Notes : o o 1. I did not write this story and do not know who did. o 2. If you're a biW/A m/f 18-24 looking for friends, write. o Boy Scouts I was twelve years old when I went on my first camping trip. I'd been a member of my boy scout troop for a few months, and everyone else in the troop was experienced in camping. We loaded our packs on a Friday evening, following the instructions of our leader Mr. Butler. He was a tall, barrel chested man with reddish brown hair and a thick mustache. His son Tim was also in the troop and even at the age of thirteen it was obvious that Tim would grow up to be a bear of a man himself. We drove in the van for several hours, to the mountains in Colorado, and hiked narrow trails for several more hours. When we reached the campsite Mr. Butler supervised setting up the tents and digging the latrine. But the troop quickly broke up into two-man teams to share tents, and since I was the youngest and newest man in the troop nobody chose me. I was feeling hurt and homesick, but Mr. Butler took me by the shoulder. "Hey, sport, you can be my tent mate for this trip. Whaddaya say?" "Okay," I agreed. I didn't know what else to do. I felt honored that the scoutmaster would let me share his tent when the other boys didn't want me. We cooked dinner in our mess kits, and cleaned up afterward. Sitting around the campfire and telling stories about snark hunts and fishing trips made me feel like one of the crowd. Finally Mr. Butler stood up. "Okay men, you do what you want for the next hour, then it's lights out. Understand?" "Yes sir," we all echoed. "I'll be in my tent if you need me," he said, then turned toward his tent. Everyone except me seemed to know what to do next. We all crowded around Byron (we called him Barney), and he climbed into his tent and reemerged with two Playboy magazines. Under the yellow glow of a flashlight, we looked at the nude women and talked of things we knew nothing about. Tim Butler was the first to start teasing me. "Mike's never seen anything like that, have you Mikey?" He pointed to the woman's breasts and laughed. "He don't know nothing about women." "I've seen breasts before," I defended. It was true. I'd grown up with three older sisters and my mom. Breasts were no mystery to me. "They're tits, not breasts," Tim said. "And you're lying. I'll bet you don't know anything about girls." "Knock it off Tim," Barney said. "Leave Mike alone. He's part of the troop. He's one of us." "No he's not," Tim said. "He's got to sleep with my dad tonight 'cause he needs someone to take care of him. He wants his mommy." "I don't need anyone to take care of me," I shouted. "I can take care of myself." I certainly didn't want my mom; I'd lived with women all my life. But my father had died when I was a baby, so being around other men was new and exciting. We spent the rest of the hour doing silly things with the Playboy magazines. Kissing the pictures and rubbing our crotches, and finally Mr. Butler said "lights out" and we broke for our tents. When I climbed into our tent Mr. Butler was already in his sleeping bag. He told me to put my clothes at the head of the tent, and I self- consciously undressed down to my underwear and climbed into my sleeping bag. "Mike," he said. "Sometimes it gets real cold up here at night. If you're too cold, you just move over here next to me, all right?" "Okay," I agreed. "Been on lots of camping trips," he continued, "and never had a scout freeze to death yet. Good night, son." "Good night sir." I lay awake for nearly an hour, listening to the heavy breathing of the scoutmaster. I was excited still from the Playboy magazines, and didn't feel like sleeping. Especially since I knew the other guys were looking at magazines in their tents, using flashlights under their sleeping bags. I could smell the hearty body odor of Mr. Butler, the aroma of a big mountain man who'd hiked ten miles. The more I lay next to him, the more excited I got. I wanted to touch him, to feel his body. Slowly I moved the zipper of my bag down. I stopped each time it made the slightest noise, and finally I got it down to my feet. I reached out and felt the side of Mr. Butler's sleeping bag. It wasn't zipped up - he was too big to sleep in a zipped bag. I quietly moved, first one leg - then the other, until I was out of my sleeping bag and lying next to the scoutmaster. I could feel the heat coming off his body, and as I pressed against him I could feel his moist skin, rough and hairy, against my thin body. I was laying on my side, he lay on his back. I could feel his chest heave with each breath. Then he rolled toward me, and wrapped his massive arm around my body. He pulled me tight against his hairy chest, like a man hugging a teddy bear to himself. My face was buried in mid-chest, and the wonderful smell of his hairy body was giving me a hard-on. I was glad he was still sleeping, because otherwise he'd feel my small, stiff cock prodding his tight belly. I reached down toward his crotch, knowing that I shouldn't do this but unable to stop. Mr. Butler wore old jockey shorts, so the elastic around his thighs had given out. There were gaps around his legs, and through one of these gaps his huge, soft cock was hanging out. My small hands wrapped around his cock, and I couldn't believe that any guy had a cock this size. My own cock hadn't grown to full size yet, and I never saw another man nude, so I had no way of knowing that big cocks aren't that uncommon. I was amazed. It felt so hot and soft in my hand, that I kept manipulating it from one hand to the other. I could feel his cock getting harder, and I wondered if he was now awake. But his breathing was still heavy and steady, so I decided he was sleeping. With strength and caution I pressed away from Mr. Butler's chest. I moved my head down toward his crotch. Everywhere I moved next to his body was a pleasure of smells. It was all so different, from his arm pits, to his chest, to the hair around his cock. Each smelled different and wonderful. I rubbed my cheek against the smooth skin of his now- hard cock. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do next, but I knew that it smelled so good I wanted to taste it. I licked the shaft, moving toward the cockhead. I started licking the cockhead, unable to stop myself. Finally, on instinct, I opened my mouth and moved forward onto his cock. I sucked tight on his massive rod, moving it deeper into my mouth. Mr. Butler started to moan, moving slightly and pushing his hips forward. He lifted one leg and placed it over me, so he now was laying almost on top of me. I still had his beautiful rod in my mouth, and I felt his hands on either side of my head. He held my head firm, and started slowly but firmly thrusting into my mouth. I could feel the weight of this massive man on top of me, but I was enjoying the feeling so much that the weight made no difference. I wasn't sure what would happen next, but I was enjoying every moment. The scoutmaster started thrusting his cock faster and faster, pulling out almost to the point where it fell out of my mouth, then pushing back in until I nearly gagged. His breathing got faster, and louder, but he made little noise. At last he made a short grunting noise, and a sound like a whimper, and I felt my mouth fill with a thick fluid. I didn't even know what cum was, but I knew he wasn't peeing in my mouth. It tasted too good for that. I swallowed as fast as I could to keep from overflowing in the sleeping bag. His hips slowed to a barely moving motion, and his grunting stopped. He let loose of my head, and after about five minutes his breathing resumed, heavy and regular. Slowly I moved back and let his still-hard cock slide out of my mouth. I managed to turn over on my side, but was so excited still that I didn't sleep much that night. But I still remember feeling his hot damp chest against my back, his hard wet cock against the back of my thighs, his large hand on my belly, and I can almost feel his regular deep breathing on the top of my head. If Mr. Butler knew what happened, he never let on to me or anyone else. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. If you reply to this message, your message WILL be *automatically* anonymized and you are allocated an anon id. Read the help file to prevent this. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.