I'm Tim, a gay boy scout. If they knew I'd be thrown out, so I keep it a secret. It was difficult being around all those guys that I knew were jacking-off (probably every day) when I would have loved to suck them off. The truth is that I'd never sucked a cock until I was fourteen and went to the regional Scout Camp. I didn't dare try to suck anyone in my troop – if they kicked me out my parents would find out and I'm afraid to think about what would happen then.

There were thousands of boy scouts at the regional Scout Camp, and I hoped that I could find some anonymity there, blowing guys from hundreds of miles away who didn't know who I was. The first day we were pretty busy getting our campsites in order and getting organized. There were some specific activities planned for each day and each troop had a part. At first, I thought I'd never have anytime to find someone to suck, but as I studied the schedule I saw that each day we had several free time periods to work on merit badges or other things.

I wanted to earn my cocksucking merit badge – if only there was one! I began to think through how I was going to find cock. During my free time I wandered around the camp, looking for ideas. I had to take a leak and stopped in a big latrine tent. There I saw my opportunity. Instead of the individual urinals found in rest rooms there was a long trough. Guys would stand along the trough and piss into it, cocks completely out in the open for me to see.

There was nobody else in there yet, so I just waited until a guy came in. He looked to be a few years older and when he took out his cock my eyes nearly popped out at its size. I took out my small cock and stood next to him and said, "Pretty impressive – I'd love to get my lips around that!"

"You're a cocksucker?" he asked.

"Sure am," I said, "Ever have a blowjob?"

"Not yet," he said, "You offering?"

"Sure am," I said, "If we can find a place to do it."

"How about by trailhead #27 tonight?" he offered.

"I know where that is," I agreed, "What time?"

"How about 9pm?" he said, "It will be almost dark and after dinner"

I agreed and left. While it was still light out, I located trailhead #27 and looked for landmarks that I could find in the dark, then returned to my camp to await the time of my life!

At 8:45 I slipped off and found the trailhead while there was still a little light.

I waited around, nervous and a bit scared. What if he told a leader and I'd be in trouble? What if he just didn't show? He could be laughing his ass off thinking about me waiting for a cock that never arrived.

Then I saw a small group of guys approaching from a distance. It took ten minutes before they were close enough to recognize. The guy I talked to in the latrine tent was there along with four other guys. I wasn't sure what they were doing, but it seemed too late for me to change my mind. When they were close the guy I'd propositioned said, "I brought some friends along to see how good you are."

I wasn't about to tell them I'd never done this before, so I just got to my knees and said, "Who's first?"

One guy approached and offered me his cock. At last! I'd wanted this forever and couldn't believe how wonderful he felt in my mouth. I'd practiced on bananas and cucumbers, but now a real, living cock was in my mouth, and I did my best to make him feel appreciated. I ran my tongue all around the head and moved it quickly along the underside and soon he gave me my first taste of cum. It was really strong tasting, but I was glad to have it. I held his cock in my mouth as he finished pumping and then he pulled out. I swallowed as the next guy approached and soon I was sucking him. His shape was a little different – I was beginning to learn that cocks were as individualized as faces and was pleased to get acquainted orally. Now on my second blowjob I was no longer a beginner. I did my best for him and soon he came as well. His load was also strong tasting, but a little different – yet there was the distinct manly flavor I'd learn to love.

I sucked the other three and gratefully swallowed their cum rewards. They asked if I would be sucking every night and I promised to suck anyone who offered me his cock. We went back to our respective camps.

On my walk back I played back each blowjob in my mind. This went better than could have wished – five blowjobs on my first try and a belly full of cum!

I slipped into my sleeping bag and jacked-off, thoroughly aroused by my cocksucking. After all this time wanting it, I finally got it. As I stroked, I recalled each different cock, and quickly came, drifting off to sleep.

All the next day enthusiastically participated in all my assigned activities, looking forward to evening, when I hoped for a repeat of last night – perhaps with even more guys.

At 8:45 I returned to the trailhead, eager for any cocks offered me. As a watched I saw a group clearly larger than the five I blew last night. They included all five from yesterday, and to my delight, eight more! I got to my knees right away and eagerly sucked each of the guys to completion. I loved the ways their cocks were so different from each other. When I finished the twelfth guy my stomach felt uneasy. At the time I didn't realize that I'd swallowed my limit and another load might make me throw up. With one guy left I wasn't about to wimp out now, so I took him into my mouth. As I sucked, I felt my stomach try to rebel, and forced myself to keep the cum down. Concentrating on not puking really took a lot of joy out of cocksucking, but I forged ahead until I received his load.

I swallowed and my stomach immediately responded. I felt myself starting to puke and just kept swallowing until the feeling passed. I walked back to my camp and turned in. I decided to just lay still to avoid an accident – I didn't dare jack-off this time.

The next evening, I hoped for a repeat of last evening, but not much more. I reasoned that with practice I could swallow more and more cum, but I might need to gradually work up to it. As I waited, I saw an even larger group approaching me. Moreover, I saw guys coming from several other directions. If I had difficulty keeping thirteen loads down, this would be even tougher, but I decided to see what I could really do.

I began sucking and eagerly swallowed load after load. Guys were milling around me, watching me suck, but I didn't mind – in fact I felt rather proud to be a good cocksucker!

Then suddenly I heard an adult voice, "What's going on here?" he yelled, and suddenly there was panic. Guys were running all around and I feared I was caught doing what no guy ever wanted to be caught doing. I couldn't see the adult who called out, but saw guys running past me, so I just got up and ran as well.

Much to my surprise I found myself clear of the trailhead and heard the adult yelling at the guys who remained. I hurried back to my camp and turned in, thoroughly shaken by what had just happened.

The next day there was a lot of talk about last night. They said that there was some kind of abuse going on, but nobody knew more than that. I didn't dare go back to the trailhead. I'd been really lucky to suck as much as I did, and especially lucky to avoid being caught. After dinner I sat on a log by myself. In a few minutes Ben, my Senior Patrol Leader came by and asked if he could join me. I consented and he sat down.

"That was a pretty close call last night," Ben said. I froze, not sure what to say – did he really know?

"Smart move to stay here tonight," he added, "Any idea what would have happened if you'd been caught?"

I felt I had to say something, but wasn't about to admit anything, so I just said, "Pretty bad, I suppose."

"That's putting it mildly!" Ben said, "For cocksucking you'd be thrown out and I'll bet your folks would be pissed!"

It was now clear that he really knew, so I replied, "How did you know?"

"I didn't at first," Ben explained, "But I watched as you sucked and thought I recognized you but wasn't sure in the dim light. Then one guy took a picture with his cell phone and the flash went off. That's when I got a good look and knew it was you."

"Now that you know," I replied, "Now what?"

"I'm not gonna make trouble for you," Ben assured me, "But I didn't get my turn, and you sure were enjoying yourself."

"Okay," I said, "I'll suck you, but we need a safer place."

"Damn right!" agreed Ben, "And let's keep it to ourselves. That huge crowd last night couldn't help but be noticed!"

Ben led me into the woods, being careful to make sure we weren't noticed. Once in the woods he unzipped, and I dropped to my knees. Ben's cock was about the same size as most of the other guys, but had a huge mushroom head, which I loved running my tongue over. It only took a few minutes, and Ben gave me his load before I had really got to know his cock. Fortunately, I was sure I'd be sucking him a lot more.

For the rest of the campout I blew Ben every night. When we returned, I gave him my cell phone number and he texted me whenever he needed my mouth. The arrangement we had was that he would find a safe place for me to blow him, and I'd do the sucking.

This continued after scouts and throughout high school. Ben is now married, but I still blow him, especially when his wife is having her period. I never again blew a large group but fantasize about it from time to time.

  To be continued . . .

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