Date: Fri, 10 Aug 2018 19:01:38 +0000 (UTC) From: Bay Area Guy Subject: Learning from Boy Scouts - Chapter 1 Learning from Boy Scouts Chapter 1 Boy Scouts was a central part of my youth, from third grade until I graduated from high school. I learned the leadership skills and appreciation for nature that the program intended to teach participants, but my favorite lessons were ones that the organizers definitely did not have in mind. When I graduated from Cub Scouts in sixth grade and started going on camping trips, I got to spend a lot of time out in the woods without much supervision with a pack of boys all bursting with hormones - and, as the saying goes, boys will be boys. My first campout was in September of my sixth grade year, just after I moved up into Boy Scouts. The weekend campout was at a small campground built on a lake not far from our Midwestern city. A group of about 20 boys with three adult leaders packed up a trailer with our backpacks, tents, food, cooking equipment, and other supplies and caravanned in three vans to the campground that was about 15 minutes away. We offloaded all of the supplies in the parking lot and carried them about a quarter mile to our campsite, which was right on the edge of the lake. Since it was my first campout, I was paired with a kid who was slightly older than me, an eighth grader named Mikey. Our first task was to set up our tents. Mikey picked a nice spot on a little rise overlooking the water away from the other guys. He then showed me how to put up our tent. We took our packs into the tent and laid out our sleeping bags, then headed to the center of the camp to help set up the cooking area and build a fire. Our patrol was in charge of gathering firewood that first night, so a group of us set out into the woods to find branches on the ground, bring them back to camp, and break or saw them into a reasonable size for the fire pit. By the time we were done, it was getting dark, and dinner was ready. We sat around a group of picnic tables and ate the dinner with energy Ð basically a goulash similar to Hamburger Helper, followed by a peach cobbler cooked in a Dutch oven placed directly in the fire. After dessert, we sat in a circle around the fire for a while. One of the leaders and a couple of the older boys told ghost stories, while a number of the kids played with sticks in the fire. (Boy Scouts is a great place for budding pyromaniacs!) Then at about 10, the scout master sent us all to our tents. Mikey led the way to our tent, unzipped the flap, and went in. I followed him, and he zipped back up behind me. "You want to keep the tent zipped up to keep flies and mosquitoes out," he said. I took off my tennis shoes and then climbed into my bed fully clothed Ð which is how I had slept at sleepovers at a few of my friends' houses. Our tent was a pup tent, too small to stand up in. Mikey sat down on his sleeping bag and pulled off his shirt. "You can undress, you know," he said. "It's uncomfortable to sleep in your clothes. We're all guys here, so no need to be modest." He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his jeans until he was just in his white briefs. I was a scrawny kid and rather modest, but I figured what the heck. I climbed back out of my sleeping bag and took off my own clothes until I was in my underwear as well. "If you need to piss, just go outside the tent," Mikey said. "The latrines are too far away, so no one uses them except to go number two." Mikey unzipped the tent again and crawled outside, so I crawled after him. He stood up and went to the edge of the rise, just above the water, and I followed. He pulled out his dick and started to piss, aiming down into the water, making a nice splashing sound. The idea of being outside in nothing but my underwear and taking a piss where anyone could see me was really exciting. I took my dick out and pissed into the water as well. The cool night air and the excitement of doing something that seemed naughty to me made me grow quickly hard, so that by the time I was done pissing, my dick was sticking straight out, about three inches in length. I was embarrassed and tried to turn away. "Nothing to be embarrassed about," Mikey said looking down at my hard dick. "Hardons are normal." He stood there with his dick still hanging out, and I noticed that he was starting to get hard as well. I turned toward him and openly stared as he cock grew to about five inches, sticking up from his body with a little curve to one side. I'd never seen another guy's cock hard before, and I found it really exciting. "Looks like you've got a nice cock," he said. He reached his hand over and grabbed my dick and squeezed it gently. I just stood there with my mouth open. I'd never imagined anyone touching my cock before, and it felt amazing. "You can touch mine, if you want," he said. I closed my mouth and tentatively reached a hand over to his hard cock. I wrapped my fingers around it and gave a light squeeze. I was amazed at how it was hard and soft at the same time. "That feels nice," he said. "Do you jerk off yet?" "Huh?" I said. I didn't know what he meant. I was a pretty innocent kid. "Do you ever play with your dick until it shoots cum?" "I, uhÉ." I was so startled that I dropped my hand. I was mortified at the question. I had in fact rubbed my dick against my sheets a couple of times until it shot out semen. It felt so amazing, but I thought it was abnormal. We had learned about puberty and the changes that would come to our bodies in a special session at school. They had talked about wet dreams, and when I came, I thought that I was the first person to have a wet dream while I was awake. How did he know? "It's okay," Mikey said. "Everybody does it. I jerk off at least once a day, sometimes twice or even three times." Mikey turned around and headed back to the tent, his dick still sticking out of his briefs. "Come on. Let's go back inside and jerk off." We went inside and lay down on our sleeping bags. Mikey slipped his briefs down and off his legs so that he was naked, with his dick still hard as could be. I stripped down as well and tossed my briefs to the side. My heart was beating loudly in my chest. I was frightened and excited and turned on all at the same time. "Do you use lotion?" he asked. I had no idea what he meant, so I shook my head. He reached into his back pack and took out a bottle of hand lotion. "It makes it feel better," he said. He squeezed some into his palm and then stroked his cock a couple of times and let out a loud sigh of pleasure. "Here," he said, and reached over and squeezed some into my palm. "Do what I'm doing," he said. He started slowly moving his hand up and down his cock, and I tried my best to imitate his moves on my own. Looking back now, there are things that I could have observed Ð that his cock was cut (as was mine), that he had a nice bush of pubic hair growing above his dick but that his body was otherwise totally smooth and hairless. But I was too overwhelmed by this experience to focus on anything other than the fact that I was naked in a tent with another boy, that we were stroking our cocks together, and that it felt amazing! "Feels good, doesn't it?" he said. He'd been jerking his cock with his right hand. He switched to stroking with his left hand and reached over with his right to grab my cock. "Feels even better when someone else does it." He slowly moved his hand up and down my shaft. It felt amazing! His hand was warm and just a little rough, and he put on just the right amount of pressure. I laid back and enjoyed it for a moment but then realized that I should return the favor, so I scooted over a bit and reached with my hand to grab his cock and start stroking. We lay there for a while, playing with each other until I felt an amazing feeling welling up inside my gut. It was like I had to pee, but it felt so much better. "I'mÉ I'mÉ" I stuttered. "Go ahead and shoot!" he said, and with that I exploded with the most amazing orgasm I'd ever had. I let go of his dick and bucked my hips up in the air as he squeezed my dick harder and stroked it faster. The first shot hit me in the shoulder, the next two shot onto my chest, then about three more puddled on my belly. "Nice!" Mikey said. Then he shocked me by scooping up a little of my cum in his hand and taking it to his mouth. He licked it tentatively at first, then scooped a big wad into his mouth. "Yum," he said. He took his hand down to his cock, and in about two more strokes, he too shot his load too. The first shot went over his shoulder onto the floor of the tent, followed by about six more shots, producing at least twice as much cum as me. "Fuck!" he sighed and collapsed back onto his sleeping back. "That felt amazing!" He lay there for a second, breathing hard. Then he reached down and scooped up some of his cum. "You want to taste?" he asked. I was horrified. I shook my head vigorously, no. So he took his hand to his own mouth and licked it clean. "I love the taste of cum," he said. He reached down to scoop up some more, and against my better judgment, I said, "Wait!" He smiled slyly and held his hand over to me. I hesitated for a second then licked the wad of cum off of his hand. It wasn't as bad as I expected, kind of salty and sweet at the same time. The taste of it in my mouth and the naughtiness of eating someone's cum made my dick go immediately hard again. Mikey noticed and laughed. "I guess you liked it!" He smiled sweetly and then leaned forward, doing something that surprised me maybe most of anything that night. He cupped his hand gently behind my head, pulled my face to his, and gently kissed me on the lips. He kissed me again, this time sticking his tongue into my mouth. I resisted for a second, but then I opened my mouth and let him kiss me, his tongue reaching deep inside and searching around. I could taste my cum on his tongue, and I loved it. I started to kiss him back, and for about five minutes, we made out intensely as I melted into him, shocked but loving it likely nothing I had ever expected. He broke it off, smiled gently at me, and said. "Come on, let's go wash this cum off." He unzipped the entrance and headed outside, buck naked. He walked a little to the side, where the bank was lower and scrambled down into the water. I followed and soon felt the cold water on my ankles and feet. The bottom was steep here, so after just a couple of steps, we were up to our necks, and Mikey started swimming. "We're not really supposed to swim at night," he said. "But who gives a fuck!" He ducked under the water and splashed around a bit. I went under as well and swam out a few feet, until he said, "Come on, let's go to bed." I followed him to shore, where we stood for a minute drip drying, both of us naked and shining white in the moonlight. "That was fun," he said. "Glad they asked me to show you the ropes." We shivered a bit in the cool night air, and I followed him back into the tent. We toweled off, then climbed into our sleeping bags. "Good night!" he said. "Good night," I said, and I lay there thinking that I would never be able to go to sleep, because my mind was racing. So many things that I'd never done before Ð getting naked with another guy, jerking off with someone, tasting cum, kissing somebody, going skinny dipping. I thought I would never fall sleep, but then suddenly I was out cold.