Date: Thu, 14 Sep 2023 19:38:36 +0000
From: Bro 24 <bro-24@hotmail.com>
Subject: Exploring with Justin, Chapter 2

Disclaimer: This story depicts sexual acts between boys. If this type of
story is illegal where you live or you are not of age to read sexual
material such as this, please do not read any further. This work belongs to
the author and may not be republished or re-posted without his consent.

***

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This is a story in two separate parts. This first part is a chronicle of
the sexual experiences between pubescent boys and is based mostly on my
memories of real explorations with Justin. I find that the details of those
times have faded over time, so this is my way of capturing those horny
memories but adding in some elements to fill in the blanks.

The second part is a completely fictional continuation that includes
fantasies of sexual experiences between men and young boys. If you like
this first part of my story and are attracted to that type of content, you
will find it in the "Adult-Youth" section once it's published.

Thanks for reading! I enjoy feedback, and if my stories get you going, I'd
love to hear from you at my email address above.

***

EXPLORING WITH JUSTIN

***

Chapter 2

The motion of my hand surges with my arousal, and I have to slow down to
delay climax. There is so much more to remember, and each reminiscence of
my interactions with Justin builds upon the last in such increasingly
exciting ways. The pleasure as I stroke to the sexy 12-year-old with whom I
discovered so much is like no other masturbatory fodder.

Not many men can say they have tasted the cock of a preteen boy, and
although my taste was all those years ago, the memory of the sensations
lingers -- the musk of pubescence, the unmatched rigidness of a boy's fully
erect shaft, and the robust flavor of a young, horny dick.

With a satisfied sigh my hand continues its work at a more disciplined
rate, and I close my eyes to revel in the pleasure I give myself as I
recall a fantasy that was real.

***

Two things replayed in my head repeatedly over the next month after summer
camp. The first -- a seared-in image of Justin's hard four-inch cock as he
stood naked before me for the first time in that showerhouse -- was somehow
even more commanding of my desire than the actual act of jerking off
together. I thought of that too of course -- closing my eyes in the shower,
pretending Justin was inches away as I pounded away on my dick and
splattered the wall tiles in cum. But it was that single image of his erect
four-inch boner that captivated me night and day. To say my curiosity had
been piqued was an understatement. I was overwhelmed with a horny interest
mixed with confusion, excitement, and desire.

I wanted Justin's cock. I wanted to stare at it again, to look at it up
close, to take in every inch and angle of his penis and pleasure myself to
the site of it. But other desires had crept in now too, thoughts I hadn't
thought before. I felt the urge to touch it. I wanted to feel it's
hardness, to wrap my fingers around his perfect shaft and squeeze, and to
fill my hand with his smooth balls and cock and fondle his young sex.

There was another thought too, one that felt so wrong to think at first
that I would try to bat it away. But that made it that much more exciting
and as that month went on, I masturbated to it more and more until the
confusion and guilt of a thought that had seemed so naughty gave way to
unhindered desire and pleasure.

I wanted to taste Justin's penis.

Did boys do that? My naivete kept me so uncertain about my feelings. I'd of
course heard of blowjobs -- the rowdy talk on the school bus introduced me
to all sorts of ideas that either left me befuddled, curious, horny, or all
three. But I understood that as something girls did to guys, and beyond a
guy putting his dick in a girl's mouth, I wasn't even sure exactly how it
worked. If someone yelled "suck my dick!" I knew they didn't mean it
literally, but for me it was a growing thought of something I wanted to do.

The second thing that consumed me over that tedious month since I had
jerked off with Justin was the last thing he said before we parted ways at
the showerhouse door: "We should do this every campout."

How that left me wanting more! An impatient excitement only temporarily
relieved by playing with myself two, three, sometimes four times a day. He
liked what we did and he wanted to do it again. Did that mean he thought
about it when he "made pancakes" every day? Did he think about doing other
things like I did? I couldn't imagine telling him I wanted to taste his
dick, but what if he wanted to do it too?

These things occupied my brain whether I was asleep or awake, whether I was
with my friends or alone playing video games, or whether I was trying to
pay attention in class or laying naked on my bed beating my little dick
raw. Justin's beautiful bald cock, that sexy small body, and that round
bare ass that he had teased me with before we stepped into the showers -- I
knew I was going to see them all again and it was torture having to wait.

***

Each week we had a troop meeting and I got to see Justin again. But there
was little contact between us other than in groups as we did our scouting
activities. A few times I would catch his eye and once he gave me a secret
sly smile when he caught me looking at him, but otherwise there was no hint
of what had happened between us and what he had said he wanted to do
again. I worried that maybe he had changed his mind or that I had
misunderstood his interest.

My doubt was swept away when we finally had a spontaneous moment alone at
the final meeting before the campout. I had been asked to go get a count of
some of the gear in the storage shed at the end of the church parking lot,
and Justin had been told to put something away. The doors to the shed stood
wide open, with most of the troop was outside just a few yards away. Justin
entered the shed just after I did and my heart began to race as I saw him
walk in. He put something down at the side of the shed then came closer to
me, his cute face lit up with a smile.

"Hey Mark," he said. "So have you been making a lot of pancakes?" His voice
was sensual, playful.

I looked around to be sure that nobody could hear and returned his
smile. "Every day," I said.

His eyes fell to my crotch and I felt my dick spring to life.

"Wish I was doing it right now," he said. He moved his hand to the front of
his shorts and my eyes followed. He grabbed himself, showing the very clear
outline of a boner through the green fabric. Was he always hard?

My eyes widened and my cock stood up. Silently, I grabbed myself and showed
him what he had done to me. His eyes locked on as we both felt ourselves
through our shorts.

Someone called my name from outside and I flinched. I had to go. My
excitement was overwhelming and the things I had been thinking about doing
with him raced through my head. But my nerves still had too strong a hold
on me when it came to anything sexual and all I could do was blush, then
quickly make my way out of the shed.

***

Finally, it was the weekend of the campout. I looked for Justin as soon as
I was dropped off at the site, but it seemed he hadn't arrived yet. While I
carried in my gear and got a lay of the land, my disappointment grew. There
didn't seem to be any place that Justin and I could sneak off to and be
alone. The campsite would just be tents in the woods, with no showerhouse
or other structures to lend some privacy.

I wandered around for a bit, not sure where I should set up my tent or even
who I would be tenting with. My usual tentmate, Jeremy, had left Scouts
after summer camp. I wouldn't miss him, but now I wasn't sure how my new
partner would be. We were usually paired up with boys in our patrol, and I
wasn't sure who was left in my age group that didn't already have a
tentmate.

It happened that this September campout was the first one with the younger
boys just joining the troop. With a new patrol being formed, that meant new
tenting arrangements had to be made. I saw that boys were being paired off
in twos, older boys with older boys, and younger boys with younger. Names
were being read off a clipboard as everyone hovered around the center of
the site.

As I watched the assignments be doled out, one of the new boys caught my
gaze and wouldn't let go. He was one of the cutest boys I had ever
seen. Shorter and smaller than the others, it was hard to believe he was
eleven -- the youngest age for a scout. Fine bleach-blonde hair, parted
down the middle and sweeping down over his ears made him look like a young
surfer. He had a soft, delicate face with piercing blue eyes. I moved
closer and my eyes ran up his legs, perfectly smooth, as were his arms. His
shorts were clearly too big for him and hung loose at his waste. I couldn't
help imagining the little penis inside.

"Jason and Chad," a voice called.

I watched the small boy move forward, looking around. Chad, Justin's usual
tentmate walked up next to him and the pair took their gear and moved to
the side. I couldn't help but let my eyes drift to the tiny little bottom
of the boy I now knew as Jason. His baggy shorts obscured any shape, but I
envisioned two tiny smooth butt cheeks hidden within. Instinctually, I
captured a mental picture and I knew he would show up in my self-pleasure
fantasies.

Why had Chad been assigned with Jason? There weren't in the same age group
and now Justin wouldn't have a tentmate. As the assigning moved on to the
older boys, I did some quick detective work and pieced together what was
going on. All of the younger boys had been paired up already, but with
Jason there was an odd number of campers. I remembered that the new scouts
were never made to tent all alone, and with Justin not there, Chad must
have been assigned to Jason as the solution.

As the last few of the older boys names were called out in pairs, my
disappointment began to turn to despair. Justin was nowhere to be seen. All
the waiting over the past month had been for naught. Now I was going to be
paired up with someone else, or I might even have to tent by myself.

I looked at who was left as the boys strolled off in pairs to pitch their
tents. Brandon, a year older than me, was really cute and nice, but I
didn't get the feeling he would be okay talking about dick stuff. Chris was
his age and I liked looking at his butt, but he wasn't very friendly to me.

"Brandon and Chris," was announced and the two boys high-fived each other
and walked off into the woods.

My heart sank and my head dropped. I had been so excited. I was horny and
disappointed and confused. Tenting alone meant I wouldn't get to see or
touch or lick anything.

"Mark and Justin," said the voice with some finality.

My head popped up and I looked around. There was Justin, strolling up
casually with a backpack weighing down his back and the biggest smile on
his face I'd ever seen. He walked right towards me.

"Good timing," he said, looking me right in the eyes. I swear there was a
sparkle, something mischievous and knowing at once that he communicated to
me with just that look.

As it turned out, because of some kind of serendipity or happenstance,
Justin and I were assigned to share the same tent. My dick twitched in my
shorts and I felt the surge of a growing boner.

We picked a spot just on the edge of the site, still part of the group, but
with some space between ours and the next tent over. I don't know if this
was a conscious choice to give us the privacy I was yearning for -- nothing
was said between us -- but I'm sure some ulterior drive led us to find a
flat spot in the woods that was away from the others.

As we set up the tent, Justin and I chatted playfully, telling jokes and
making fun. It wasn't sexual, but there was an excitement between us. I
watched him as he would bend over to insert the tent poles into the sleeves
of the tent, lusting for his little round butt. I wanted to see it naked
again so badly. My dick was half-hard and my eyes searched his crotch to
see if he was too. It was impossible to tell, but I did see him looking at
me a couple of times, and it seemed to be the type of interested look that
I always tried to hide.

***

The evening activities of cooking dinner and telling stories around the
campfire passed slowly. When it was time for lights out and all the boys
returned to their tents, I made a beeline towards ours and saw Justin was
right behind me. All I could think about was getting my dick out with
Justin and I wondered if he had the same thing on his mind.

He zipped up the door of the tent behind us and we spent a few quiet
moments organizing our gear. We had to change out of our clothes, and I was
desperate to see Justin's bare body again. As I changed, I watched him from
the corner of my eye, his back towards me as he lifted off his shirt. I
checked out his smooth tanned body, gazing down as he removed his green
shorts to reveal his butt filling out a pair of blue-checkered boxers. He
quickly covered up in some loose basketballs shorts and a t-shirt as I
continued changing, turned away from him in my ever-present shyness. It
seemed strange we weren't comfortable change in front of each other after
all had been revealed in the shower, but there must be a natural inhibition
for boys to hide their nakedness, only broken through when horniness takes
over.

We lay on our sleeping bags, talking and joking, debating what activities
we would do the next day. There was a feeling of tension, like we both
wanted something to happen. It must have been a half hour before it seemed
all the lights in the campsite were out and the distance voices of the rest
of the troop could no longer be heard. The woods grew louder around us,
crickets and bugs chirping, frogs croaking. We had a small lantern by the
door of the tent, just bright enough to see each other. As we talked, I lay
on my back with a raging boner, wanting to touch it and wondering if Justin
was hard too.

After a pause in the conversation, Justin said, "You want to play truth or
dare?"

"How do we do that?" I asked.

"It's easy. You can either pick a truth or a dare. If you pick truth then I
ask you a question and no matter what it is you have to answer and tell the
truth. If you pick dare, then I dare you to do something and you have to do
it."

"That's it?" I said, not sure where this was leading.

"Yeah, we just take turns. I ask you, then you ask me," he said.

I thought it over with some confusion. Was this game supposed to be sexual,
like his breakfast food code at summer camp? I hoped so.

"Ok, I guess I'll play," I agreed.

"I'll start," he said. Truth or dare?"

I didn't know what I was in for. I felt like I had to start with what
seemed to be the safer of the two options. "Truth."

"Ok," Justin said, and thought for a minute. "When was the last time you
jerked?"

I immediately felt a wave of excitement and nerves. This was a sexual
game. I knew the answer -- I had jerked the night before, just like I
jerked every night. But I was still slow to admit these things that felt so
taboo. I hesitantly told the truth.

"Ummm...I guess it was last night."

"Really?" he said.

"Yeah. I did it in bed before I fell asleep."

"Ok," he said excitedly, "now your turn!"

"Truth or dare?" I asked, not knowing what I would say in either case.

"Truth," he said.

I was unsure how to approach this. What was I supposed to ask him? Now I
knew it could be about jerking or our dicks, but I didn't yet know what was
in bounds. I gave up on being creative and just asked him the same
question, "When do you last jerk?"

It was like he was ready to answer the question before it was asked when he
said, "this morning. Before school in my bathroom."

I immediately pictured Justin naked, stroking his dick standing over a
bathtub, as I had done a hundred times. My cock throbbed in my boxers.

"You did it today already?" I asked excitedly.

"Yeah, but I did it last night too," he said and gave one of his playful
giggles. "My turn! Truth or dare?"

"Truth," I said, liking how this was going.

"Ok. Let's see..." He was lying on his side facing me, his head propped up
on his elbow. I looked down his body at his crotch, trying to see if he had
a boner like me. But his shorts were too baggy, and I couldn't make out
anything at that angle. He interrupted my stare and asked, "How much do you
jerk it?"

"You mean like how often?" I asked.

"Yeah."

I didn't want to answer wrong. If I told the truth would he think it was
too much? He seemed to do it a lot too. though. I just wasn't sure, so I
stuck with trying to be vague, "I don't know, every day or two I guess."

"Then you do it almost as much as me!" he said. "Ok, your turn."

I wanted to know -- not only so I had some basis for comparison for my own
habits, but because I liked imagining Justin playing with his dick and I
hoped he did it a lot -- so I asked the same question. "How often do you
jerk it?"

"Every day. Sometimes two or three times," he said with confidence. How
openly he talked about jerking off with me! All he needed was a reason to
share.

"Really?" I said, excited that he really did play with it as much as I did,
"me too."

"Ha! So you do jerk it as much as me! It feels so good doesn't it? I do it
every chance I get," he said.

"Me too. I love jerking off." It felt liberating to say it out loud. We
laughed at our shared secret, then caught ourselves from being too loud. I
could feel my cock pulsing, eager to be played with as we talked.

"Ok, my turn. Truth or dare?" he said.

"Truth."

"You know you have to take dares too. You can't do truths every time."

I was unsure about dares. I didn't know what he would dare me to do, and so
far I was enjoying our truth-telling. But I was helpless against Justin's
encouragements. I gave in and said "ok, fine. Dare."

"Hmmm..." he said, thoughtfully looking up to the roof of the tent for a
moment. "I dare you to jerk it in your shorts" he said, looking at me with
a big smile.

Ok, that wasn't bad at all. I was dying to touch my raging cock.

"Ok," I said, lying flat on my sleeping bag. I reached my hand down under
the waistband of my shorts and wrapped my hand around my rock-hard three
and a half inches. The relief and pleasure was immediate as I slowly
massaged it, my motions somewhat constrained by the fabric. Justin watched
intently as the bulge in my crotch moved up and down.

"How long do I have to do it?" I asked.

"Until I say to stop," he said with a smile.

"Ok," I said and kept rubbing my cock while he watched. About 30 seconds
went by as I pleasured myself, his gaze never leaving my moving
bulge. Finally, he said to stop and I reluctantly pulled my hand back out
of my pants.

Now it was my turn to ask, and I was beginning to understand this game. I
guessed that the things he was asking me and what he dared me to do were
the same things he wanted me to ask of him and that he wanted to do. If he
dared me to play with my dick it was because he wanted to play with his. I
liked where this was going and was feeling bolder.

"Truth or dare," I asked.

"Dare," he said, rather quickly.

"I dare you to play with your dick," I said, and he immediately laid flat
like I had. "But," I interrupted, "you have to do it sitting up and you
have to moan while you play with it."

He laughed a little, seeming a bit surprised that I had changed things
up. He got up on his knees, facing me so his crotch was about a foot from
my face. He reached down and slid his hand down his pants. I could see the
movement as he grabbed his dick. Up and down the bulge went. He was rubbing
it good. His head went back and he closed his eyes as he rubbed, then
started to make soft noises. "Oooooh," he moaned. "Ooooh yeah." I watched
the pleasure on his face as he played with his dick. "Feeels soooo
gooooood," he said, now pushing his hips forward. This sounded so over the
top we both burst out laughing.

"Ok, ok. You can stop," I said. He pulled his hands back out and laid back
down again. His shorts now stretched to a point in the middle where his
boner was sticking straight up. He made no effort to hide it.

"Truth or dare?" he said.

"Dare," I said, ready for more.

"I dare you to show yours."

Before now I would had been shy. But I wanted to show him. Even more, I
wanted him to look at it. Without a word, I got up on my knees facing
him. I grabbed the waistband of my shorts and boxers and pulled them
down. My hard cock popped out over the elastic and slapped my stomach, my
waistband tight just below my ballsack. My little cock was standing
straight out, the small head swollen and a deep red. He stared intently at
it.

"Whoa, you are really hard," he said softly.

"Yeah," was all I could say. He kept looking at my cock for a few moments,
seeming to take in every inch of it. I looked down, watching him look at
me. After a few seconds, I pulled my pants back up and laid back down.

"Truth or dare?" I asked him.

"Dare" he said. I couldn't wait to look more at his cock.

"I dare you to show yours," I said, but then had another thought. "But you
have show it really close."

He gave me a devilish smile. He got up on his knees and scooted really
close to my face, perhaps about a half-foot away. He pulled down his
sweatpants, his hard four inches springing out right in front of me. He
pulled his waistband all the way down to his knees, giving me a view of his
whole private area. My mouth agape, I inspected every part of him with an
overwhelming curiosity and lust. I was finally seeing it again -- his erect
pubescent boycock, aimed right at me. I liked how thick it looked. The head
was full and pointed and I could see how his peehole was a bit open from
how swollen the head was. His sack was smooth, hanging loose with the
outline of two round balls. They were bigger than mine and seemed to hang
lower than mine did. I saw the little patch of fine hair just above the
base of his shaft. They were maybe a quarter of an inch long, dirty blonde
like the hair on his head, and were spread thin from one side of his shaft
to the other. I loved everything I saw. I wanted to touch his cock and play
with it so badly, like I had so many times in my fantasies.

Justin swung his hips back and forth and his cock waved in my face a few
times. He giggled and said, "ok, that's all you get!" The waistband snapped
back on his stomach and his beautiful young cock was hidden away as I sat
staring in awe.

Laying back down, he said "Truth or dare?"

I wanted to do so much more. I had to be dared. "Dare," I said.

"Hmmm," he thought for a minute. I hung on the edge, desperate to know what
he would have me do next. Finally, he said "Ok, this one is a double
dare. It means we both have to do it."

"Ok, what is it?" I said suspiciously, a little uncertain about a new rule.

"I dare you to get naked," he said with his sly little grin.

I don't know why I felt shy at that moment; being naked with Justin is
exactly what I had wanted. But I was still nervous about this sexual stuff
and I hesitated. "So I have to get naked, but you will too?"

"Yeah," he said. "But then we have to stay naked the rest of the game."

"Ok, if you will too."

"I will," he said.

I got up and pulled off my t-shirt. He watched me. I pulled down my shorts,
wrangling them and my underwear over my feet before setting them aside. I
lay back down on my side facing him, my cock standing at attention. He
didn't say anything as he looked over my naked body, his eyes finally
resting on my hard cock. Then he got up and did the same, stripping off his
shirt and pants and laying back down facing me. Our boners pointed at each
other.

"This feels so much better anyway," he said. We were about a foot
apart. "Now we can jerk them while we keep playing too." He reached down
and casually started rubbing his, still looking over my body. I watched for
a second, then I reached down and grabbed my aching cock, massaging it just
like him. The pleasure was intense and immediate. I was finally naked and
jerking with Justin again.

We watched each other stroke, just like we had in the shower. There was no
words said and no attempt to hide that we were watching each other. My hand
slowly moved up and down my cock; his did the same. I felt my breathing
getting heavier and I could hear his too.

I was horny now, eager for next steps and emboldened by Justin's slow
elevation of the game. "Truth or dare?" I asked him.

He breathed out a soft "dare."

This was my chance. I wanted to touch him. There was only one way I could
think of to do it without being too obvious. I could hardly believe I was
saying the words when I finally told him "I dare you to jerk mine."

He said nothing for a second, still focused on watching me masturbate, then
his eyes flicked up to mine.  "Is that a double dare?" he asked, grinning.

"Yes. We have to do it to each other."

"Ok," he said. "Let's get up like this." It seemed he was ready for just
this kind of escalation.

Justin rose and got on his knees. I followed so our naked bodies were
facing each other, our boners close. He reached out and I watched as his
fingers wrapped my shaft. Immediately I felt a wave a pleasure radiate from
my groin and my jaw dropped as I moaned. Slowly he stroked up my shaft,
then back down, the side of his hand brushing against my balls. My head
fell back and I gave a heavy gasp. It was the first time my dick had ever
been touched and the feeling was foreign, intense, and incredible. I was
frozen in time as he made slow, steady motions and jerked me off. It was
like his hand controlled my whole body. I felt myself gently waver back and
forth. My little butt cheeks clenched in response to the incredible
sensation. I lost all feeling everywhere but my cock.

"Does it feel good?" Justin asked in a soft, curious whisper.

"So good," I sighed.

He was watching my face as he jerked me, amazed at the pleasure he was
giving.

"Do it to me too," he said.

I snapped back to the present, the thought of touching his cock the only
thing that could have roused me from the consuming pleasure. I looked down,
seeing that he was already masturbating himself with his other hand. Our
dicks bounced in rhythm as he jerked us off.

It felt like slow motion as I reached out. His hand slipped away from his
own cock and I tentatively but deliberately touched his penis for the first
time. I squeezed it in my hand, feeling the hardness. So many times I had
thought about touching him here, and now it was finally happening. I began
to slowly stroke it, matching his rhythm on me. My hand slid down the
length of his steel-like shaft. We both hunched over, looking down,
watching our hands on each other. Our breathing got heavier and he sped up,
then I did, and we masturbated each other a little faster.

It was an extremely horny moment, two sexually naïve young boys
feeling another dick for the first time, discovering the until then unknown
gay pleasure of playing with cock. There were a few soft moans and heavy
breaths, but mostly we were silent as the sounds of the woods filled the
air outside our tent. Several long minutes passes as we enjoyed the thrill
of mutual masturbation.

After a while, Justin looked up at me and asked in a low soft voice, "truth
or dare?"

We kept stroking each other. I was in a trance. I looked up at him
confused, "huh?"

"Truth or dare?" he said more insistently, our hands still jerking our
cocks.

"Uhhh...dare," I said, a bit out of breath.

"I dare us to jerk them together," he said.

"We already are."

"No," he said, shaking his head. "I mean we put them together and jerk
them."

"Ooooh, I see."

Without waiting for a response, Justin took his hand from my cock and
scooted in closer to me. Our upright boners touched. He took his hand and
pulled my cock in so the underside was flat against his. Then he wrapped
his hand around both of our cocks, squeezing them together. I didn't think
anything could feel better than what his hand had been doing to me just
seconds before, but I was surprised yet again. It was amazing to feel his
hardness up against my own, a feeling I hadn't even thought of. He started
to stroke our cocks as one, squeezing them as his hand went up and down. We
both gazed down at our cocks together, his thicker four inches in unity
with my thinner three and a half. Our balls glided against each other and I
felt the warmth between them as they moved up and down. I realized we were
panting to the rhythms of his strokes.

After a minute or so, our cocks pulsing as one, he let go of us and backed
up a bit.

"We need a little break," he said. It was good timing; if we'd kept going
much longer, I would have cum. I didn't want this to ever stop. He must
have been getting close too.

We laid back down next to each other, catching our breath.

"Your turn," he said.

I'd forgotten all about the game. I was amped up and horny and overwhelmed
by so much new pleasure in such a short time. I tried to come to my senses,
taking a deep breath. We were both on our backs, our sides touching. Justin
was slowly jerking himself again and I felt the absence of touch on my
cock. I reached down and stroked mine too.

"Truth or dare?" I asked, still a bit out of breath.

He thought for a moment. "I'll take a truth. But we have to change the
rules a little," he said.

"Again?"

"Yeah. Now whenever we answer a truth, the other has to answer it too."

"That's fair," I said.

I didn't have any ideas at first. There was so much I wanted to know about
Justin, but I didn't know where to start and I wasn't ready to give away
all of my secret feelings. Did he like what we were doing as much as I did?
Did he think about doing things with each other too? Does he think about
cute boys and their bodies and their dicks and their butts? I wanted to
find out if I was alone in my horny thoughts or if Justin had them
too. Maybe I could start with what seemed obvious.

I turned to face him and shyly asked, "Have you thought about jerking
together since we did it in the shower?"

He smiled and nodded, a subtle nod barely distinguishable from the shaking
of his body as he stroked his dick. "Yes," he said. I felt a wave of
relief. "Have you?"

I finally felt some confidence as I smiled back at him and said, "yes."

"Truth or dare?" he asked.

"Truth," I said. I was starting to feel some excitement admitting things to
him.

"Do you think about jerking it with anybody else?" He made direct eye
contact with me as he asked.

My heart skipped and I'm sure my face flushed. I even stopped stroking. By
my response I'm sure he knew my answer right away, but I was still scared
to admit it. My feelings around jerking off to boys were so uncertain, so
private. Sometimes it felt wrong. I had come to learn to hide it and here
Justin was asking me directly about those secret thoughts. It seemed like
he was enjoying what we were doing, but were his horny thoughts about boys
the same as mine?

I didn't answer and I just laid there unsure and a little embarrassed. The
silence hung in the air for a long while. Then, still playing with himself,
Justin turned his head to look at me and smiled.

"I do," he said.

I wasn't shocked that he thought about jerking with other boys, although
that revelation on its own was exciting; I was shocked that he volunteered
himself so freely. It wasn't even his turn to answer. I was so in awe of
his admission that I didn't even think before I spoke.

"So do I," I said.

Justin's smile got even bigger and his hand noticeably sped up on his
boner. I simultaneously felt a weight fall of my chest and a horny
excitement. My hand returned to my cock and I experienced a renewed
pleasure as a shared secret was now out in the open. We both jerked off to
boys. The desire to share even more grew and I was ready to push the
question a little further. When I asked him truth or dare I knew he would
choose a truth and I was ready with my question.

"Do you think about jerking somebody else's dick?"

"Yes," he immediately answered. We both sped up our hands.

"Me too," I said, feeling bold and excited.

Visions of the cute boys I liked to look at and masturbated to played
across my head like a slide show. Brandon, Ryan, Eric, Brad, Ricky. Then
Jason. Cute little young Jason, who I had just met. He had made such an
impression on me and that boyish face and sexy slim body had pulled on my
desire.

"Who do you want to do it with?" Justin asked without even offering a truth
or dare. It snapped me out of my reverie.

Things were getting very specific. It felt weird to name names of boys I
secretly jerked off to. All those hidden glances and solitary moments in my
bedroom pleasuring myself to other boys were like my biggest, deepest
secret. Even I didn't understand why I did it. It wouldn't be that easy for
me to just throw the vault door open and reveal what was inside. At least
not on my own.

Once again, Justin took the lead and filled the silence of my hesitation.

"I want to jerk it with Brandon," he said in a sultry voice. He stroked his
cock with more intensity.

Did he know I jerked off to Brandon? That I thought about his dick and what
it would feel like to touch and stroke it? I looked at Justin and watched
as he lay there with his eyes closed, a faint grin on his face, and his
hand speedily jerking his dick. I knew he was thinking about Brandon and it
looked like he was making himself feel pretty good.

I decided to do the same. I laid my head back down, closed my eyes, and
thought about Brandon, the cutest boy in our troop. He was a year older, a
bit taller, and more athletic than both of us. I had seen him naked only
once and briefly when we had showered in a group at camp. His penis was
soft then, but it was bigger and thicker than mine. He had some hair at the
top of his dick too. I imagined doing what Justin and I had done, Brandon
and me hard under the warm shower stream. We jerked our dicks then reached
out for each other. I felt his 14-year-old cock fill my hand. Then Brandon
stepped forward, pushing his wet body against mine and our boners rubbed
against each other. We humped, me recalling the ecstasy of the new feeling
of cock-to-cock stroking I had experienced with Justin not minutes
before. I reached my hands around Brandon's sexy teen body and squeezed the
round cheeks of his ass.

"Yeah, Brandon." It came out of my lips in a breathy moan.

"Mmmm," Justin moaned.

We lay there for a long moment, our naked bodies side by side, our hands
steadily beating off our young dicks, and our eyes closed as we
simultaneously fantasized about another boy. It was a freeing and affirming
experience, knowing that Justin masturbated to boys too. It made the
sensation of my hand on my cock feel that much better.

"Anyone else?" Justin said after some time.

I opened my eyes, coming back to the present. Momentarily at least it felt
like all pretenses were down. I couldn't help it when the image of Jason
popped in my head, his baggy shorts and t-shirt mentally removed. I don't
know why his little, younger looking size excited me like it did, but right
then the thought of a tiny, bald penis and two creamy, round butt cheeks
turned me on more than any other boys. I didn't even realize it when I said
his name outloud.

"The new Scout?" Justin replied, sounding surprised.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"I wonder if he plays with his yet," Justin mused. His eyes were back on my
cock, watching me jerk off to the thought of my new boy crush.

"I don't know," I said. "I'm not sure that I played with mine when I was
that small."

"I know for sure I did," Justin retorted. I giggled at his horny confidence
and Justin laughed too.

As much as Jason had grabbed my interest, I had gotten even hornier being
so openly sexual with Justin. His cock looked so hot bouncing in his hand
and I remembered how good it felt touching and feeling its hardness. I
looked up and down his tan, naked body and jerked off to his open display
of beauty. I wanted to do more and I explore more of what I saw if he would
let me. Hormones raging, the sensation of masturbation driving my every
thought, I was ready to be bold and finally be the one to initiate.

"It's time for a dare." I told him.

"Ok," he said, his face lighting up with excitement.

I knew what I wanted, and it was finally time to get it. For so long I had
looked at his little butt from a distance, only seeing it bare for one
fleeting moment when we had been in the shower. I wanted to see it up
close, to inspect it, to rub my cock while I looked at it.

"I dare you to show me your butt," I said.

"Oh," he responded, I think a bit surprised at my determined tone. "Ok."

Taking his hand from his cock, he got back up on his knees and scooted up
towards me, them turned around faced the tent wall. There it was, inches
from my face. His bare butt was on full display before me and I was
overcome with lust. I took in every square inch of it. The round, full
cheeks were perfectly smooth and unblemished. Deep creases formed where the
cheeks met the top of his legs. The crack down the middle was deep and
inviting. As I stared at his gorgeous ass I started stroking my cock
harder. So many times I had envisioned this site, and now I was jacking off
to his naked ass right in front of me. He looked back over his shoulder,
seeing me staring at his butt and stroking rapidly. He stuck his butt out,
pushing it closer to my face. Suddenly I could smell a hint of musk as his
cheeks spread a little. It overwhelmed me, a scent I had never associated
with anything sexual before. It turned me on even more, the smell of a
naked and horny young boy.

"I dare you to grab it," he said, still looking back at me.

The pretense of the game was apparently gone. I reached out with my hand
and got a full handful of his smooth right cheek. It felt incredible --
smooth and soft, warm and tender. I squeezed it, feeling the firmness under
the soft skin. I reached out with my other hand and grabbed his left
cheek. My hands were now full of his round, 12-year-old boybutt and for the
moment I felt like I had everything I had ever wanted. I squeezed both
cheeks. Caressed them. Petted them. The target of all my desires was now in
my hands, and my cock was responding with hard throbs. But my curiosity
remained -- those fantasies about Justin's ass were never-ending and I had
lusted so much to see his spread ass. I wanted to see between his cheeks
too, curious to peek at his butthole. I started to spread them, but as I
did, Justin suddenly shooed my hands away, turning back around so his boner
was back in my face.

"Ah ah," he said in a disciplining tone, "I haven't dared you to do that
yet." Was he upset? Had I gone too far? But he just laid back down,
giggling his playful giggle, and returned his hand to massaging his boner.

I returned my hand to my cock and noticed that a drop of liquid had formed
on the tip. It was starting to drip down the head and I was looking at it,
not sure what to do.

Justin must have seen me looking at it and said, "you make precum too?"

"Make what?" I said confused.

"That's what it's called. That drop on the tip. Its like cum, but it comes
out when you're really horny. Look," he said, pointing at the tip of his
cock. "I make it too." His cock head was glistening with a stream of the
liquid oozing down over his cock head.

"So it's just cum that comes out early?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, then after a moment, "you must have gotten really horny
touching my butt."

I blushed, embarrassed. He was right and I couldn't deny it. But he must
have seen that the truth was hard for me, because he casually followed it
with, "And I must have gotten horny showing it off."

He ran a finger over the tip of his cock, pulling off a string of the clear
liquid.

 "Have you ever tasted it?" he said conspiratorially.

"Ewwww, no!" I cried.

"Hehe, I have," and he gave that naughty grin.

"What's it like?"

"Well, how bout I dare you to try it and you can find out?" he said.

I looked at Justin, then looked down at the precum on the tip of my dick. I
wasn't sure about that. "But I don't think it's even my turn to be dared."
It was a veiled excuse with how the direction this game had turned.

"Ok, then let's both do it," he said. He wasn't taking no for an answer and
seemed to want to taste that drop.

I still wasn't sure. I looked at the wetness on the tip on my cock, then
looked over at his. I hadn't ever thought of tasting anything that had come
out of my dick before. But the idea was interesting. It felt kinda naughty
and that felt kinda horny.

"You do it first," I said.

"Ok, fine," he confidently said, he scooped up more, showing me a thick
drop on his finger. Then he put it up to his mouth, licking it off, and
stuck his finger all the way in. "Mmmmm," he moaned.

"You like it?" I said, surprised.

"Try it!"

I did the same as him, slowly scooping up a drop of the liquid with my
finger, then hesitantly putting my precum on my tongue. It didn't taste
like much, but it was gooey in my mouth. A little salty. I didn't mind the
taste, but it felt horny licking it and even hotter that he was watching.

"What do you think?" he asked. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah," I said, now fully turned on. I looked down at both of our
dicks. The drops we had each scooped up had been fully replaced by more
precum.

"It's fun to taste it when you're jerking," he said like he had lots of
personal experience. He scooped up another drop and put in on his tongue,
closing his lips around his finger and smiling at me.

He seemed to enjoy it so much and the naughtiness of tasting what came out
of our dicks was a whole new level of exciting. What I said next felt like
a natural next step, although it's still hard to believe it was me who said
it.

"I dare you to lick off my precum," I announced.

"Lick it? Like off your dick?" His voice was surprised. And excited.

I just nodded and said "mmmhmm."

"Then you'll lick mine off?"

"Yes," I said.

"Ok."

I got up on my knees again, my aching and drooling cock standing out in
front of me. Clear liquid oozed out the tip, glistening in the dim light of
the little tent lantern. Justin moved down into a position in front of me,
his face a couple of inches away from my waiting pole. He stuck out his
tongue, moved forward, and gently licked up the head of my cock. The
feeling of his soft, wet tongue made my whole body shudder and I gave a
soft moan. It was incredible. Nothing had given me that sensation
before. He saw me shiver with pleasure and he did it again, a soft slow
lick from the base of my head and over my peehole. "Oooooooh," I moaned.

Justin looked up at me, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. I could
see the small glob on the end of it. He closed his mouth and
swallowed. "Yours tastes saltier than mine," he said.

I didn't need to be prompted, so by the time he said, "your turn," I had
already moved into position. He got on his knees in front of me, his erect
cock directly in front of my face. Precum was oozing from the hole, down
the swollen head, a clear sticky stream of boyjuice that I now wanted
nothing more than to taste. Without hesitation I stuck out my tongue and
gave a long slow lick, starting about halfway up his shaft, over the ridge
that formed the head, and then over the tip. I pointed my tongue to get
into the hole, scooping out his precum. It felt sticky and a string
attached to my lip and then snapped as I pulled away. I opened my mouth and
looked up at him, showing him my tongue. He looked like he was in such
pleasure, his cute face relaxed with a hint of a smile. I swallowed it.

"Yours tastes a little sweet," I said.

Tasting his precum was nice, but what I really had enjoyed was running my
tongue up his cock. I wanted to do it again. Without another word I went
back in, giving his cock another long lick. Then another. Justin softly
gasped with each sweep of my tongue. I was so turned on. I liked licking
his cock and didn't know why. I had gotten a taste of something that I knew
I needed more of.

"That feels so good," he said breathily.

"It felt good on me too," I said.

It seemed we didn't know what do next. The act of licking his hard penis
was overwhelming. I wanted more, but it was all so new and I wasn't sure if
I should continue. After an awkward moment, we both moved back to lay on
our sides and continued stroking.

"That feels even better than jerking it," Justin said.

"Yeah. I've never felt anything that good before," I said with
amazement. Our cocks were now wet and throbbing as they pointed at each
other. We looked at each other lustfully.

"Want to lick them again?" he said.

"Yeah," I said excitedly.

"Here, lay down," he directed.

He reached out to push me down flat onto the sleeping bag. My boycock stuck
straight up from my body. He got up on his hands and knees, crawling over
top of my legs. I raised my head, watching him get close to my cock,
looking it over. Then he stuck out his tongue and gave it a long slow lick,
from the base all the way up to the head. Again, my whole body shuddered
with pleasure. He looked up at me and smiled.

"Do it again," I said.

Justin licked it again...and again...licking slowly along the length of my
three and a half inches. My cock pulsed with each lick of his tongue.

"Does it feel good?" he asked.

"Yeah. So good," I whispered, now in complete pleasure. "Do it again."

He started licking again and kept going. I watched as his tongue licked up
my cock like an ice cream cone. Then he started licking up and down. I
moaned quietly, feeling the ecstasy of that warm, wet muscle. For several
minutes he licked all over my shaft, moved up and focused on the head, then
back down with long, slow licks from root to tip.

I couldn't believe how long he licked me. This wasn't a dare, it was him
doing it because he wanted to. But as good as this new sensation felt, I
wanted to lick him again too. The first taste of his cock had been too
good. I reached down and brought his head up, looking at him.

"Let me do it to you," I said, pushing him back down on his sleeping
bag. His four inches looked so inviting. I got over top of him, my head
looking down at his erect cock. I licked just the top of the head, tasting
his sweet boyjuice. I gave it several small quick licks.

"Ooooooh," he softly moaned. "That tickles."

I got down under his cock to that smooth ballsack and lapped at it and he
squirmed. The taste was new and delicious -- the musky bodily flavor of a
ripe preteen boy. Over and over I licked up his cock, loving the feeling of
it on my tongue, so satisfied to be tasting the penis of the boy I had
lusted after for so long. I was hungry for all of it and began licking
every part of him -- licking just the head, then all sides of his shaft,
then licking his sack, trying to find each of his loose balls with my
tongue. Justin made little moans and whimpers.

In full heat now, I had a thought, a drive to do something more. I
positioned myself back over top of his cock and opened my mouth. Then I
moved down over it, taking his swollen head past my lips. I kept taking it
in, trying to fit the length of him in my mouth.

"Ooooooh yeah," he moaned, his body wiggling underneath me. "That feels so
good."

I held his four inches in my mouth for a moment, fixated on the feeling of
his hardness and the soft thump against my tongue as it throbbed. It tasted
so good, so sexual. I could feel the fine little hairs above the base
brushing against my upper lip. I slowly lifted my head and his cock came
back out of my mouth.

"Do that again!" he said, almost begging. I obliged, sliding his cock back
in my mouth and holding it.

"This time make your lips tight when you go up," he said. "Like you're
sucking on a popsicle."

I wrapped my lips around the base of his boy boner and sucked my cheeks in
as I lifted up.

"Ooooh yeeaaaaah!" he moaned. His cock popped out of my mouth with a
sucking sound. "Do it up and down. Like you're jerking it with your mouth."

I understood. I took a deep breath then went down deep on his delicious
cock. I sucked on it, going up and down, my head bobbing. This was even
better than just holding in my mouth. Sucking up and down fulfilled some
natural craving. It was utterly satisfying. I sucked faster, loving every
second of having his cock go in and out of my mouth. He started lightly
bucking his hips, the movements pushing him deeper into my throat.

"Mark, Mark!" he said, grabbing the top of my head. "Stop! It's going to
make me cum!"

A bit shocked, I pulled my mouth off his dick again and looked up at him. I
wanted to keep doing this, sucking him, but I was scared of him cumming in
my mouth.

Justin's breathing was heavy. He laid flat, his chest heaving. I laid down
next to him, catching my breath as well. Our worked-up bodies were
touching.

"That's the best thing I've ever felt," he said.

I wiped the saliva off my lips and face with my arm.

"You liked it?" I asked, looking him in the face, hoping for his approval.

"Yes. Your mouth feels really good."

I smiled. I liked it too. Sucking his little cock was the horniest and most
enjoyable thing I'd ever done.

"I want to cum so bad," he said.

I looked down at my own cock. It was raging hard, throbbing with my every
heartbeat. It was wet and slick with precum. Sucking him had driven my
boner wild. "Me too," I said.

"Let's jerk each other until we cum," he said.

"Ok," I said, open to anything he wanted to do at this point.

He reached over with his hand and wrapped it around my cock. I reached over
and grabbed his, sliding it down his shaft, still wet with saliva and
precum. In synchronous motions we stroked each other hard. Moaning and
panting, our hands increased speed, pounding on each other's cocks. It
didn't take long. The speed of our jerking hands on each other increased to
a fury and then climaxed, both of us tensing up and giving a boyish groan
as our dicks let loose. Our bodies tensed and writhed as we both let out
moans of ecstasy. Both our young cocks exploded at the same time and shots
of white, creamy boyjuice flew into the air over us making splattering
sounds it his hit our sleeping bags, our bodies, and the nylon roof of the
tent.

We lay silent for a few moments, exhausted. Our hands continued to hold the
other's dick. The heavy breathing slowed, and I was overcome by a feeling
of complete satisfaction. Justin grabbed a t-shirt from his bag at his
feet, wiping up the cum dripping down his dick and pooling on his torso. He
handed the shirt to me and I did the same. I balled up the shirt, threw it
in the corner of the tent, and bent forward to switch off the little
lantern light.

***

I was tired and it was already late into the night. But I was
overstimulated with a world of new pleasures that we had explored for the
first time. We lay awake in the dark, still naked and on top of our
sleeping bags. The sounds of the night were a powerful drone outside the
tent, and it seemed like we should get some sleep.

We talked for a little while, recounting how good the different things we
had done had felt. Justin told me he had thought about licking my dick
before, and I admitted that I had wanted to do it too. We both agreed that
it was the best thing we had ever felt.

There was a pause in the conversation, and I thought about how horny it
made me when his dick was in my mouth. I felt my cock start to harden
again.

Then Justin broke the silence in his playful sultry voice.

"Want to do it again?"

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