Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2011 13:47:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: ovdoc@yahoo.com
Subject: Just Between Friends - 7

Just Between Friends              Ovdoc@yahoo.com         October, 2011



Chapter Seven: Jamboree I


It started in the mid seventies with a call from Jack. He wanted me to help
set up a mini-jamboree of an international nature. Canada would host it at
a large scout reservation in northern Ontario. He needed my help to involve
troops from the states, and to get approval from our national office. He
would handle everything in Canada.

I contacted friends I thought would take part, and also went to work on a
local group. A troop in Texas let me know they would go. They also had a
troop in Mexico City that would like to be included. Another troop in South
Carolina joined in. And another from Michigan. Two local troops volunteered
some fifteen boys. The national and international office granted
permits. We would meet at the camp in July of that year. Jack and I set up
a program by phone. He would iron out details as host by contacting friends
in Canada.

By June, I had arranged a school bus and two pickup trucks carrying
equipment to get my group to the camp. The South Carolina troop would meet
us at our scout house and follow us. We agreed to equip each vehicle with a
CB radio so we could keep in touch on the road without trying to follow
each other. Each vehicle had a CB scout name so we would know who was
calling who. We also set up rest stops where we would stop and eat, so we
could get a head count and vehicle check.

Everything was going well. In a day and a half I was nearing the Canadian
border. We needed to check in with each other before pulling in to the
border check point.

I got on the radio and announced: "Scout One to all units. Please check
in."

"Buck Skin Scout on your rear door." would be Pete's truck. He was right
behind me.

The others also checked in. I informed them we were nearing the Canadian
border, and would need to stop for border checks.  Suddenly I got a strange
call. "Eagle One calling. Is this a sscout group going to the jamboree?"

"Hello Eagle One. Who are you?" , I came back.

"Are you a yellow school bus?" was my next message. It sounded like a teen
or youngster.

"Do you see a Greyhound bus or an eighteen wheeler behind you?", the voice
asked excitedly.

"Southern Scout, do you see anything back there?", I asked.

"I see a big bus with an Eagle on the front. It's pulling up fast a few
cars back." , Jimmy replied.

"That's me - Eagle One from Michigan" came the excited voice.

By this time, I was pulling into the border station. A uniformed agent
waved me to a special gate, telling me they were inspecting scout vehicles
at the gate. To my surprise, The line at the gate was growing fast. Not
only were my three cars in the line, there was the South Carolina car
followed by a big bus, an eighteen wheel rig, and another bus flying a
large Texas flag.

I found out the Texas bus knew we were not far behind them, so they had
waited at a rest stop, then fell in behind us as we passed them. Both of us
were surprised to meet or friends from Michigan. They were a huge group of
more than forty boys. They had twice as many boys in their troop, so their
sponsor, a car maker, had provided them with an eighteen wheeler that
carried their camping equipment and a leaders loung, and a mobilr kitchen.

The border guard looked a little overwhelmed, and had called for help to
check us through. He looked over our permits, checked Ids and luggage, then
waved my vehicle through to start on the next. I was shown a place where
the vehicles could line up so we could leave togather. My three car convoy
was now eight cars. I met with each driver, as well as several other
leaders.

As we were waiting, another CB call announced that Jack had arrived. He
would lead the convoy to a restaurant down the road, where he would meet
with us, serve lunch, and explain the schedule and program. Once we were
through all that, we were headed north again towards the camp.

As we pulled in the main gate to the camp, the camp director met with us,
looked at the vehicles, welcomed us and explained there were flatboats
waiting to take us to the island. I looked at Jack curiously.

There were problems a short time later. The road to the dock was a one lane
road with some sharp turns in it. The school bus had to make some really
close turns to reach the lake. The other bus transferred the boys to
smaller camp vehicles. And the semi got stuck. We got it back to the camp
parkinh lot where the equipment was also transferred.

Once we got to the docks, Jack explained that we were camping on an
island. The only way to the island was by flat boats that carried about ten
boys per boat. The equipment would be carried in separately by the
boats. The propane steel stoves for the camp kitchen were carried in by
leaders who had to wade out into the water because the boats could not
reach the docks. Everyone pitched in to help. It took time, but we finally
got everything on the island. I couldn't believe the size or the weight of
the huge steel stoves and ovens, let alone the large folding tables with
some hundred folding chairs. This was no small camp out. It was something
pretty big, and very special.

A British troop had already arrived. They had helped plan camp sites,
dining area, latrines, etc. The Mexican troop arrived a day later, and soon
had their site set up. There was a quick dinner on the first day. Leaders
were introduced. Plans were explained. There were more than a hundred boys
there, and maybe twenty leaders.

Jack introduced me as one the organizers, and a senior staff member. Of
course, that was pretty cool for an early thirties leader. I was asked to
unload my gear at one of the large staff tents in the main area. They would
need me at the camp central area. I was also to help bring in additional
flat boats loaded with food and equipment. It took three flat boats hours
to bring in more boys. I made several trips back and forth barking orders
to senior boys and leaders. Word spread quickly that I was one of the camp
officials.

On one of the trips, I was asked to load scouts from the Quebec
Province. They filled all three flatboats to the limit. It took time to get
them aboard. When we were finally ready to move them, I spotted a gorgeous
looking blond who appeared to be about twelve. He would be on my lead
boat. Erique as he was called by his buddies, had blue eyes. He also was
thin, wearing very short shorts that were spray painted to those beautiful
long legs. He sat on a large box just in front of me straddling the corner
of the box with his legs spread confortably open. I had no trouble making
out his small package, and when he moved, I could even see the thin cotton
undies and a pretty good portion of his balls peeking out of the shorts. I
found a seat that allowed me a good view as the flat boat cleared the dock
and headed for our island.

For some reason, I was hypnotized by this boy. He had the face of an
angel. I was sure he had wings too, but didn't see any. Maybe that was
because my eyes kept wandering back and forth between the face, body, and
crotch. Al I could do was grin when he caught me looking. He blushed,
making him even cuter. He glanced down trying to adjust himself on the box,
but apparently pleased that I liked what I saw. When our eyes met, he
grinned, quickly looking away, but allowing his legs to remain open. I
struck up a conversation with him which I think amused him. He was
impressed that a leader found him attractive, but was still shy. The moment
ended all to soon as the boat was soon pulling up to the small dock to
unload.

As it was getting dark, we called off loading any more equipment until
morning. My friend, David, now sixteen, had picked up my gear. He had taken
it to his staff tent. He would be sharing the tent with me. He wanted me to
know that his brother Stephen, now thirteen would be staying with us. They
had prepared the tent for the night. I was both pleased, and looking
forward to it. We stopped at the dining area for a late dinner, and coffee
with the leaders. Another leader asked if I had room in my tent for another
boy. Reluctantly, I admitted there was room for one more. It seemed this
man had a fifteen year old son who was joining up with the staff.

His son, Paul, had helped me on the boats, and we worked well
together. Paul's dad was pleased that I would let his son join us. The tent
we were staying in was provided by his troop. So was the dining area, and
the kitchen. In fact, seems Paul's dad was the head of the troop from
Michigan - and the vice-president of the troop's sponsoring car and truck
producing firm. Paul was an Eagle Scout in the troop. He also was wearing
his custom-made scout uniform daddy had bought him. And he had a new car
for getting his Eagle award. And he now has a gold watch, too, but couldn't
wear it on the trip. Dad went on and on about what he had done for the
scouts, and how he and his son had become so devoted to the program.

Paul remained silent through all the bragging, but it was clear he was
embarrassed. We were all relieved when someone interrupted him to get his
help. Paul promptly apologized, and told me he wanted to get away from his
dad. Paul had picked me to buddy up with for a good reason. He had been
camping in Canada with Jack's troop, and had spent several days camping
with my friend Kevin. Kevin had told him about me. He had also been on the
boat with me and Erique. He had seen me staring at Erique. He boldly
admitted he wanted Erique too. He was sure he could help me.

Although David knew nothing about Erique, he knew a lot about Kevin. He
told Paul that he and Stephen knew Kevin. They had fooled around with him
before. Paul just smiled, and told them, "Cool!". Of course, that opened
the door. I told Paul I liked fooling around. I had hoped to have some fun
with David and Stephen. Paul wanted to be included. I asked about his
dad. Paul didn't think we should worry about that. His dad knew he had
fooled around with boys for years. I got the feeling that Paul and his dad
had secrets not to be discussed, and let it go at that.

We headed for our tent to get some sleep. It had been a long day. Once in
the tent undressing, Paul again made the opening move. He slid out of all
his clothes explaing that he liked to sleep nude. He had nothing to be
ashamed of. He had a well developed body, He was husky, and attractive,
with dark brown hair and a nice tan except for the waist where the skin was
still pale. He must have been about a hundred thirty pounds. His well
developed dick was maybe six inches, and was stiff. It was covered with a
bush of brown hair, and a low hanging large ball sac. He smiled at us as he
lay on top of his sleeping bag, waiting for us to make our move.

I knew instantly it was going to be a terrific camping trip. David picked
up on te move as quick as I did. We hadn't seen each other for a year, but
weren't shy. David had grown maybe an inch, and filled out a little. About
a year older than Paul, he was also well developed. His dick was as long as
mine - maybe seven inches, just not as big around. The two of us took our
time looking each other over, then smiled as Paul got an eye full.

Stephen was the last to join the show. No one was all that
surprised. Although not shy, he knew he was not going to measure up in size
to the three of us, but that didn't mean he wasn't anxious to get in on the
fun. His long shoulder length rustic colored hair gave him a feminine
look. His angelic face didn't help. Nor the slender chest and waist that
emphasized a gorgeous bubble butt. Blushing a little, he slowly and
sexually slid out of his briefs quietly. That was a little unusual. Stephen
was rarely ever the quiet one, but right now he was the youngest and the
smallest. His little four inch dick was only semi-stiff. He had just
started growing any hair around it. His balls had dropped, but were still
small.

Since David had chosen to lay between me and Paul, I moved my sleeping bag
so that Stephen was next to me. If that didn't brighten things up for him,
Paul had reached for David's stiff dick to get a feel of it. That pretty
much paired us off. Once all of us was on their sleeping bag, I turned off
the lantern. It was tottally dark. Stephen had smiled as he laid down,
knowing I was pleased with what I saw.

With the lights out, David and Paul were soon moving into a head to toe
position to check each other out.  I'm pretty sure they wound up blowing
each other, and Paul provided the KY so he could enjoy David's big dick. I
could hear the two of them going at it pretty rigorously. Both were well
endowed, and well experienced. Both also knew we would find time to trade
around during our time together.

Stephen was now fourteen, and had been active since our last time
together. He had no problem when I pulled hi close, and turned his limp
noodle into a full blown hardon. Like the others, we turned so that we
could enjoy each other. I let him decide how much he could handle as he
tried toswallow my dick. I also went slow and easy on his shorter dick,
often backing off to tease him. I wanted our first time to be special. It
was. Stephen worked me over good, taking my load easily. But I was teasing
him, building up to an exciting climax. After I had backed off twice before
he could cum, he started pushing harder and faster, trying to get off
before I could back off. When I did it the third time, he was over being
timid, and was was giggling, whispering "Please! I gotta get off! Please!"
I could hear the others giggle. I sucked him back in. A few minutes later,
he blew his load, and as I easily swallowed it, he let out "Wow! " Happy
and exhausted, he swung around and hugged me. A few minutes later we were
all under the covers and sound asleep.

The next morning came way too soon. Jack's voice boomed "Wake up, sleeping
beauties! It's time to get this camp awake and moving. Lots to do today!"

I couldn't believe how cold it had gotten during the night. It was
cold. Several of the adults were already working in the dining area. I sure
loved the smell of hot coffee in the air, and rushed to get to it. The
others in the tent chose to do the same. None of us stopped to gawk at the
woodies or naked bodies searching for warm clothes. Time for that later.

Still not quite sure it could be so cold in July, I changed my mind in a
hurry when I watched men and boys breaking the ice on the lake to draw
water.I was informed the water was perfectly safe for cooking. Drinking
water was treated with chlorine. The lake water was very clear. We could
easily see the bottom, and even see the fish.

After a huge breakfast, Jack and I were off to visit every troop in
camp. The others were assigned various duties.

By noon, the weather had warmed up surprisingly. Coats were left in
tents. Some Canadian boys were down to tee shirts. By early afternoon, boys
were swimming on the beach. I thought the water was still really cold
myself, but was amused that the Canadians were changing into swim suits in
front of their tents. Jack informed me it was because it was warmer outside
the tents than inside. Some of my own group caught on, and followed the
example. Most of the stateside boys did not last long in the water though.

About mid-afternoon, Paul suggested we take one of the sailboats out on the
lake. It was still unbelievably warm. The idea of getting Paul alone on the
lake sounded good. I was a little surprised when he suggested we take along
a friend of his, but again I was willing to play along. Paul disappeared
for a short time, then reappeared with Erique following him to the
boat. Erique was wearing a very brief speedo that hid nothing. He smiled,
greeted me, and hopped on the boat as Paul untied it, then pushed off. He
had a big grin on his face, but ignored the surprised look on mine.

I took the helm and watched as the boys hoisted sail. After we had picked
up the wind and left the camp behind, the boys sat nearby on the stern. We
chatted, getting to know each other. Paul pulled Erique close. He asked
Erique if he knew I was a boy lover. Erique nodded yes, but he had not done
anything with a man. He had fooled only with older boys and his buddies. I
asked Erique if he would let me look at kim. He agreed. I watched as he
slid the speedos down, and then off. Erique was proud of his body, although
a little shy. He was well built for his age, but still hairless. Sitting
him on the forward deck, I started a little foreplay watching as his
slender four inch shaft quickly stiffened in anticipation of what was to
come. Paul dropped his speedo also, and began stroking it as he sat by the
helm. I positioned myself between Erique's legs and slowly lowered my lips
to take in his entire shaft. He leaned back smiling making cute little
moans of pleasure while I enjoyed the taste and feel of his uncut dick. It
seemed way to soon when he held my head and suddenly pushed all he had
inside me. His waist came up off the seat. He let out a loud squeel. His
thin little shaft began to jerk and jump. It lasted only a couple of
minutes. As quick as it started, it was over. Erique shot a small but
powerful load. He pushed me away when his dickhead became sensitive. Then
he laid back, totally relaxed, and in a world of his own. His smile said
everything he could not say at the moment.

I turned to Paul, who was still sitting at the helm stroking slowly and
smiling at me. Without a word, I moved to him next. He watched as I knelt
in front of him, and took his six inch cut shaft to play with it, and to
suck it. Pleased that he was included, he just let me have my way. He knew
it would be good. By the time Erique had recovered enough to check on us, I
was going to town on Paul, bobbing up and down. Soon, Paul was holding on
my head as his dick was sending shivers up and down his spine. He blasted a
pretty good load for me to enjoy. When he was done; he and Erique took
turns retuning the favor. Erique was not all that good trying to handle the
size, but when his jaw hurt, he turned me over to Paul, who wanted the load
anyway. Paul handled me lke a pro, and eagerly swallowed his reward.

All of us agreed that was fun. We didn't push Erique any further at the
moment. Paul knew he and I would finish each other off tonight. He would
wait. It was time to take the boat back so someone else could enjoy
sailing. The three of us watched as the next couple asked if they could go
sailing. They were two young teens. All three of us gave them a knowing
smile as they left the dock. Then we gave each other a hug as we headed off
to rejoin our friends. Erique also agreed to meet with us again.

That night, Stephen and I shared my sleeping bag. David went back to
Paul. It was cooler, so we slipped inside the bags to stay warm. There was
a lightning storm that night. No rain, just a lot of lightning
displays. They were not unusual. It didn't take long before Stephen and I
heard David and Paul giggling and humping next to us. I took the hint and
reached for my tube of KY. Stephen stretched out next to me as I greased
and loosened him up. Once I had eased into him, I held him close to enjoy
being in him. He had taken me fairly easily. David asked if he was all
right. Probably he was concerned for his little brother., although he
thought I was a log, Stephen replied he liked it. Paul was pleased with
David's dick inside him. We spent about an hour cooing and loving our
patrners before pumping our load. Then we parted to sleep. Neither of us
needed to ask why. All of us knew what had just happened.  And I woul guess
all four of us got a hug and a kiss to hold us through the night. There
would be more time for that later.

And indeed there was. We found time to enjoy each other over the next few
days.

In the meantime, there were other trests I hadn't expected.

Stephen invited me to meet a set of identical twins from his group of
Canadian boys. Dylan and Duane were twelve. Talk about identical dolls,
these two had sandy blond hair, tanned skin, gorgeous hazel eyes,about
average height and weight. And both were very friendly. They were tenting
with a close friend nick-named Gumpy, who was equally attractive, and could
easily have been their brother. Stephen had fooled around with the three of
them. He told them that he and David were sleeping with me for the camp
out.

That seemed to be all it took. The twins and Gumpy belonged to the same
nudist club, and the other boys knew it. It didn't surprise any one that
all three of the boys liked going nude on camp outs. Even on this one, they
changed clothes and bathed in the open, claiming it was warmer changing in
the sun. (And it was.) Stephen openly teased them about sleeping in one
double sleeping bag. They pointed it out for me. They had slept with
Stephen and David, but never with a grownup. Dylan and Duane teased it
might be fun. Gumpy had slept with a leader before, and was always ready
for fun. It was obvious that Gumpy had more experience with other boys than
the twins, but all three of them had tried just about everything.

The five of us spent much of the evening one night in their tent, which had
been pitched apart from from the main camping area of their troop. It was
probably a good thing although most of the boys in their troop knew they
had company. The tent was heated with a chemical heater. Lighting was low,
but we could easily see each other. It was cold enough after dark that
campers pretty much stayed in their tents. It would be a night I would
dream about for years to come.

As I mentioned before, thirteen year old Gumby had been in bed with leaders
before. He had also decided he was gay,and liked it. The twins didn't think
they were gay, but liked the idea of being bisexual. They Hadn't had much
experience with girls yet, but they were only twelve. They saw no harm
having sex fun with guys until they were older. And as nudists, the three
boys had no problem getting out of their clothes. The twins knew they were
attractive, and loved the attention nudity got them.

At first, we sat in a circle in the tent chatting about camping, Canadian
schools, and Canadian cultures. As we chatted, the tree boys began by
removing their outer clothes. They did it so quickly and quietly, it was as
if this was normal for them. I was visiting their tent, so I wasn't sure I
should follow their example. I watched as they sat back down in their
undies, and of course I adjusted my dick constantly looking over the
growing bulges facing me. Stephan picked up on the move. He had already
suspected the boys would respond, and apparently wanted to move things
along. He stood and suggested it was warm in the tent as he removed
everything but his briefs. With all of them watching me, I did as Stephen
did.

As I undressed, I couldn't believe my good fortune. Four gorgeous teens
were taking off their clothes in front of me. Each of them was showing no
shyness or fear. All of them were aware of the appearance of nude
adults. They had seen growups running around nude. I was the one who felt
shy. I didn't want to come on too fast, and I didn't know how much Stehen
had told them. (He had told them everything.) There was no hiding my erect
state. All of us now sat down Indian style in a circle showing different
size bulges.

The conversation had now become a little awkward. It's kind of hard talking
about weather when you are wondering who is going to notice your
erection. Turned out it was not that much a problem though. Gumby surprised
me (and probably the others) by sitting next to me. He reached over, first
stroking my inner thighs, then sliding his hand over the top of my already
aching shaft. As Stephen turned the lantern down to a low light, I slid the
briefs down to my knees, exposing what I had for all to see. I wasn't
feeling all that shy now. I was too anxious to get on with my dream. This
whole picture was surreal - not really happening.

As the others watched, Gumby moved so he was facing me. Slipping off his
undies, he leaned forward. First, he played with his new found toy, feeling
up me dick and my balls. Not yet satisfied, he looked up at me smiling,
then lowered his face to taste, lick, then engulf my offering. While the
others played with their own dicks, Gumby gently sucked about half of my
shaft inside his warm wet mouth, taking his time. He knew what he was
doing. His tongue was doing a job on my mushroom head. I knew I wasn't
going to last long. Forgetting the others were there, I was already holding
Gumby's head in place while I bobbed it up and down. Gunby knew how much he
could handle, and how to keep from gagging. When I pushed too hard or too
fast, he would back off my dick and start sucking on my balla. I was ready
to do this all night.

While he sucked my balls, I looked around to find Stephen and the twins in
a triangle, all having fun.

When Gumby decided the time was right, he allowed me to hump his mouth
until I had passed the point of no return. My balls drew up tight. I felt
the load building, and held my dick deep in his throat as I unloaded
several streams of cum in his mouth or throat. Gumby didn't miss a drop. He
continued to clean the shaft until I pushed him back from a sensitive
deflating dick. I leaned back exhausted pulling Gumby up on top of me. He
settled for a peck on the forehead and smiled at me knowing he had done
well.

The other three had also exchanged blow jobs, and had been playing. The
twins were not yet into wet cums, but were very sensitive and loved the
extreme sensation that thrilled their entire body. Of course, Stephen was
shooting off, and had done so. They had stopped in time to watch Gumby
finish me off. Or was it the other way around?

I would have loved to continue this party all night, but was worried that
someone might come to the tent. It was getting late. Stephen and I dressed
and said "Good night". We did agree to meet again.

Once back in our own tent with Paul and David. They had finished playing,
and had returned to their own pad. From the sound of their snores, I would
guess they did pretty well. They didn't miss us.

Stephen and I climbed in my sleeping bag After removing our clothes.  I
made up for my disloyalty by making mad, passionate love to him. Never mind
that he had done pretty well too. As I lubed up and slid slowly into his
love hole, he and I laid side to side. He felt I owed him because I had
made out with Gumby. I insisted it was not my fault. Gumby had tricked me
into making love with him. We giggled that I didn't seem to mind. And
neither did he. Stephen didn't put up any fight with the twins. After a
pause, he whispered "Would you?" I answered that with a hug. We were both
here for a good time. Teasing is a teen's way of showing you he really
likes you. He may have felt little jealous though, or maybe a little
proud. He told me the twins had already told him they wanted a turn with
me. I told him I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have met all of
them. As we enjoyed our slow easy going love making, Stephen teased it was
still disloyal to make out with every guy in camp. He expected me to make
it up to him. Then he giggled that he got to decide when we were even. I
took that to mean he liked being part of the game. I moved on top of him,
and worked him over good. We were both exhausted when I finally shot off
one more load. It was early the next morning before Stephen slipped into
his own bag.