Date: Thu, 18 Nov 2021 17:11:18 +0000 (UTC) From: Terry Green Subject: Boy Scout Virginity Lost Please do all you and your friends can do, to support nifty. Any amount helps, as does letting others know about this LGBT friendly spot on the web. Happy thanksgiving to you all, and let's support each other too. All the best,Terry The tent was finally set up, and I was annoyed, as was my patrol leader. Ryan was who I was assigned to this weekend, as our troop was in the Catskills. This mountain range was beautiful, impressive, and we were to go over the emergency preparedness merit badge. Also Mr Williams was going to introduce us to compass orienteering, and all of us liked this army captain. Despite his high rank, he was funny and very helpful in us guys learning new skills. He was everyone's favorite assistant scoutmaster, and known for great stories at our campfires, along with practical jokes that were legendary. At 13 I was in eight grade, and liked a lot of the guys in my troop. I know what you're thinking. "Liked the guys." At this point of life I knew deep down I was gay, and masturbated often about a man and I having wild sex together. Yet other than a bit of imagining, and looking at boys in the locker room, my opportunity hadn't happened yet. I was shy, small framed at 5'3, and still getting used to my pubic hair and now was starting to get hairy pits. Learning about deodorant and other things in school family life helped. It was Sex Education regardless of what they called this. A month ago I was at my friend George's house, and was hoping he'd make a move. He struck me as gay too, or at least willing to experiment, but to my disappointment nothing had happened. Ryan completed the stakes going in, and the three man Coleman was up and running. I helped him put sleeping bags, canteens, and flashlights inside. He was a cool fellow for a 16 year old. Most of the time the high schoolers ignored us runts from middles, yet he was fun with everyone. Actually he was the first scout to help me earn a couple ranks, and my swimming merit badge at our glacier lake scout camp. I was lonely and he made sure to support mr at the class, as we both earned them that summer. It wasn't an easy one. He was six foot and lanky, with red hair. We joked due to his height and big feet, he had flippers that gave him an advantage swimming Lake Manniah. Here at our site it was early fall, so swimming wasn't going to happen, but as our patrol leader he made sure the camp stove and tarp were put up. The wolves were better off due to his leadership, and we had seven members. All of us got along, and had friendly competitions with the Falcons, Warhawks, and Bears. Can't remember the other patrol names, but we had about 60 boys in total in our troop. This campout our number was 25. A good turn out. Dinner was tin foil meals, so we used the fire. The key was to let the fire burn down to embers. In the tin foil was hamburger, potatoes, and onions. They had to be on each side for ten minutes. These aside from peach cobbler, were our patrols favorite. Our scout William who was in charge of meals, was kind enough to bring twinkies for us. A perfect dessert and all of us were ready for the troop camp fire. Darkness came quickly to this part of New York State. The lighting of the pile went well, and soon our scoutmaster and Senior Patrol leader Ricky, went over the programs we'd be following the next morning. They would be extensive, and not much time to rest, yet being young didn't cause the need for that. Mr. Williams told us a wonderful Native American story, with a strong message to it. We did the usual skits and songs, before everyone took a turn to saturate the fire ring with water. Always loved the sound of a fire taken out. The pleasant weather was appreciated, and as I headed to the tent, I first made sure to use the bathroom. Damn the zipper was loud. Ryan looked up at me, as he had his flashlight and a book. Wearing only underwear I tried to hide it, but definitely blushed as he looked really good. With green eyes and that red hair, his Irish lineage was on full display, as was a bulge that somehow instinctively I knew was large. My penis was a decent size but had nothing on him, and he was flipping through pages, as I kept glancing at his crotch. I took my clothes off as he read, and like him was wearing tighty whities. He didn't seem to take notice, although deep down I wanted Ryan to. A few minutes later he and I were chatting about school, scouts, and a whole host of topics. He was very smart and had a lot of knowledge. I made him laugh when I told him to try out for jeopardy, and although the lights were out in our tent, it seemed as if we were closer. It just happened with no rhyme or reason, as I felt Ryans hand reach on my throbbing cock in the underwear. Moaning it felt incredible, and I must have been really loud. "Shhh Terry, just relax and enjoy this." I was in a state of pleasure, and new crossings as this was the first time my crotch had been touched by someone else. His hands disappeared into my underwear, and he moved my hands to his penis. I didn't resist, and soon felt his gigantic shaft. Rubbing his balls up and down he was breathing heavily too, and he took my underwear down. I did the same. Following his examples. The sensations and smells were new to me. Soon he had me on my knees as he and I touched each other's private parts. Ryan made it clear, through his breathing, that he wanted to have his "sperm fly." Stroking his penis, I loved its warmth and pulsating feel in my fingers and palms. Also I enjoyed the sensations I felt, as his hands on my cock were amazing. Then all of a sudden he bent me over. I didn't resist, but wasn't ready for what he had in mind. It was all unknown, as I just did what he showed me to do, and I felt a bit of pain in my ass. He was fucking me! His cock was in me! It wasn't consensual, as I was paralyzed, but looking back it wasn't rape either. Ultimately I am a gay man and it was so strange to feel his bristling pubes on my butt cheeks, and the pressure and pain of him making me take him in my insides. Ryan wasn't exactly gentle either as it hurt but yet I took it. I let him pound me from behind, and bit my lips as he pushed in and out. Soon he was sweating on my back, and he started to grunt, as his strong hands grabbed my hips. There was a wet hot sensation and he yelled in a nature type of call. His semen was inside me. I felt conflicted and dirty. It was embarrassing to sit there with my ass up naked, and not know what to do. Sometime that night both of us fell asleep. Wake up call was brutal. First off Ryan was being really aloof with me. I felt uncomfortable. Think he did too. Yet I didn't feel so good, and feinted illness. Due to this I didn't go to the emergency preparedness classes. Instead I was at the campsite with Mark who's insulin numbers were questionable, and Mr. Haines. He checked on both of us. While my stomach didn't hurt as I claimed, my ass did and during a shower I noticed some dried blood remnants come out. It hurt to walk more than fast, yet after the shower I got horny thinking about playing with Ryans penis. It felt better than I imagined, and also his hands on me were amazing. Jerking off I watched my sperm go down the shower drain. The rest of the day I read a book, and also slept some. Eventually the troop returned, and we had hot dogs and beans. Ryan was so distant, but yet I noticed him eyeing my crotch. Later in the shower house, he asked "how are you doing?" It was strange. Awkward. Yet I told him "ok," despite not providing him eye contact. We took our showers, and then went to another camp fire. I knew something was going to happen between us tonight. Yet I tried to keep this out of mind, during the familiar camp songs and a couple of funny new skits. As per tradition, water sizzled as the fire was out. As I went in the tent, Ryan had the flashlight on. He was again in his underwear, and immediately grabbed my crotch. I did nothing. Froze. Yet as he rubbed my soft penis after getting my clothes off, I started to moan a sound that kept encouraging him. His hands on my shaft and balls were so damn good. It was a new sensation. Out in the woods naked, being felt up by another guy. I was smiling. Ryan was too, as I took his underwear off and soon the two of us were feeling each other up. He showed me what frot was, as our cocks touched each other. Then he kissed me. At first I was stunned. Then I returned the favor, and soon my first French kiss as it made me even hornier than before. Ryan knew he had me. Soon I watched him get on his knees, and take me in his mouth. Oh wow. Hot and wet feelings. My penis got even harder. I couldn't believe how good. This was all new and I was awake. Eventually Ryan asked me, "Would you try?" I was uncertain, but he helped me learn what I needed to do. Eventually and it took time and patience, I had his thick and brightly red and white penis in my mouth. A salty taste. It was a different thing than I ever did. I was unsure if myself. Ryan kept letting me know what I was doing felt very good. I was encouraged and we went to do the same to each other. I was on top and he was on the bottom, as our penises were being sucked together. His chest under me was heaving, and he asked me, "Can I be inside you again?" After not much thought, my impulse control was gone, I said "Yes." This time I was riding him, and it didn't hurt as bad. It felt good to a degree too. I liked knowing he was fucking me. That my virgin ass had been deflowered again. I wasn't inexperienced anymore. Liberation of gay feelings. We kissed. He pushed his penis inside of me, and the warmth hot liquid filled my insides again. Afterwards I felt like I had died and gone to heaven despite some soreness. Ryan rubbed my testicles, and jerked my penis off. The feeling was a new dimension, and I came all over myself and his hands. We kissed again, and fell asleep quickly. I was no longer a virgin, and would be getting closer to my patrol leader in a new way. The following morning we jerked each other off after breakfast. I agreed with him that we wouldn't tell anyone, on a kiss that sealed our gay connection even more. This was my first weekend of kissing, sucking, and fucking ever. My lips and rear end have more mileage on them now, but I think due to exercises I'm tighter than I was this weekend. Ryan and I continued to see each other, before I met another scout who would be my full time lover. Losing my virginity wasn't easy, but I look back at this with fondness, and am glad it happened.