Date: Mon, 27 Sep 2010 02:12:50 -0700 From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com Subject: Just Like Scott Chapter 2 Warning! This story is a work of fiction written by a legal age adult. Any similarity between the fictional characters and any live persons is purely coincidental. This story contains fictional descriptions of sexual activity between two consenting minor children. Sexual contact If you are under the age of 18, and/or if you are offended by this content, and/or if it is illegal in your jurisdiction to posses or read such material, please leave now and do not read this story as neither the internet host nor the author can be responsible for your actions. Remember, sexual activity with a minor is illegal and inappropriate and this story is not meant to encourage or condone or encourage such. It is purely a work of fantasy. This work is copyrighted (c) by Hans Schreiber. You may not reproduce this story in whole or in part without the express written consent of Hans Schreiber at h.schreiber@hushmail.com. Comments are welcome. Just Like Scott Chapter 2 "Camp Challenge" "It's freakin' hot!" Scott thought to himself as he pulled the flaps of the canvas tent closed and plopped onto the bunk. He needed privacy to change into his swimsuit. He ran his fingers through his wavy brown hair and wished he'd let his mom cut it shorter before he left. Wearing it over his ears and collar added to the heat. The thrill of being a junior counselor at Camp Challenge had somewhat worn off already. It was feeling more like a job than an adventure. Camp Challenge is a summer camp where kids spend half their day on scholastics and half the day just having fun. It was very structured and mostly full of nerds, ages ten to fourteen. I mean, honestly, what kind of kid let their parents ship them off to a camp where they had to do schoolwork during summer break? Boys and girls shared classes at the camp but had totally separate camp areas. They were never allowed to cross over and could be sent home if they were caught invading. Scott was down to his boxers, when his mind wandered, as usual, to sex. He began fantasizing over a couple of the girl counselors and especially the blond hottie, Michelle. When he finished mentally ravaging her body he turned his thoughts to his best friend at home, Mike, and then to a few of the cute older boys he'd seen in camp. Absentmindedly, he was brushing the resultant boner through his boxers. His 6 1/2 inches were pitching its own good sized tent. He worried briefly where his tent mate was. Each campsite had a junior and a senior counselor. Juniors were between fifteen and seventeen and seniors were eighteen to twenty-one. There were older leaders who ran the camp but they lived in cabins up the hill. The counselors stayed in a tent in the campsites; two campers per tent. The senior counselor assigned to work with Scott was named Tom and was really tall. Six-four, to be exact. He played basketball and was going to a junior college in Texas in the fall. Tom had been a counselor here once before. He had a big warm smile and a way about him of making everyone feel at ease. He was capable of settling arguments with just some kind, but direct, words. You just felt safe around him like he cared about you from the way he smiled and talked. Scott felt lucky to be assigned with him. Some of the other senior C's were totally rude to their juniors or squibs, as they were called. The only camp Scott had ever been to before was scout camp. That was only once, three years ago, when he was twelve. Scott liked scouts, but the scoutmaster moved away and the troop fell apart. After that, summer camp for him consisted of pitching a tent in the backyard and inviting friends over. That still made for some pretty fun times, though. Scott was excited to come to a real camp again. What he was most excited about was all the coin he was making. He got $250 per week plus $25 in camp store credit. By end of summer, he would have enough to buy that Yamaha he wanted. Scott had just barely pulled his aching boner out of his fly to jack it properly when he was startled by the tent flap flinging open. Scott grabbed his red, camp-issued swimsuit off the cot in a panicked reaction and spun away. He tucked his pole back in and pulled his suit up over his boxers. "Wow, it's hot in here." Tom said, in his mellow baritone. "Uh, yeah, I was changing and it got kind of hot." Scott's voice shook slightly, still recovering from his embarrassment at nearly being caught. "Getting ready for the lake, I see." Tom said. "Yeah, it's our group's turn at the lake this afternoon, remember?" Scott replied. "I know, I'm a little slow getting out of class; I lost track of time." That never happened to Scott because he had been assigned to help with the band class. Even though he had quit band in high school, mostly because he didn't like the "band geek" rep it was giving him, he played the trumpet very well and was assigned to teach the brass section. So, he watched the clock every day and reminded the band leader in advance of time to go. "Yeah, I was wondering where you were." Scott said. Tom pulled off his red camp counselor shirt and kicked off his Vans. Then he dropped his shorts and stood there in just his underwear. Scott thought it was odd for a nineteen year old to still wear tighty-whities. "Who did that?" He wondered. He stopped allowing his mom buy those for him in like 5th grade. Scott focused on the outline of Tom's bulge and was impressed with Tom's nice body. As an athlete, Tom was in pretty good shape. Tom rifled through his duffle bag at the end of his cot for his own pair of baggy red swim trunks sporting the Camp Challenge logo on front. Tom didn't even bother closing the tent flaps since no one else was in camp at the time. The slight breeze helped the heat. All the campers were at the dining hall. Counselors weren't required to be with their group for lunch, only breakfast and dinner. Tom grabbed the waist of his briefs, slid them down and stepped out. He stepped into the red suit and pulled it up over his long, muscular legs. Scott watched intently as he pulled it up over his privates. Scott was surprised to see Tom's dick and balls. He had just assumed that being so tall and older that Tom's dick would be much bigger than his own. Besides, Tom had the biggest feet he had ever seen on a human and he'd heard somewhere that guys with big feet had big dicks. So much for that idea. Tom's dick was cut like practically everyone else's he knew but it was barely a four-incher hanging loose and really not very thick. His balls were so small they didn't even hang below his dick. He had a lot more hair than Scott though and even a hairy trail running up to his naval. It was auburn in color and darker than the sandy-orange mop on his head. Freckles decorated his pale skin. Scott hadn't seen Tom fully naked before this. He had been carefully modest when they were together changing clothes. Since the counselors had separate shower stalls with curtains, they never saw each other naked there either. The campers just showered in an open area with nozzles on both sides of the walls. The counselor showers were right inside the door on one end of the dressing area and the curtains were hung low enough to cover their privates but still allow them to look out into the camper's shower area and supervise. "Doesn't that bug?" Tom asked pointing at Scott's crotch, which Scott was tugging at to untangle his softened dick. "What?" Scott asked back. "Wearing boxers with that suit." Tom clarified. "Yeah, sort of." Scott admitted. "Just, I always wear my boxers under my board shorts so I'm used to that. I hate these suits. I wish we could wear our own." "Me too." Tom said. "Why don't you try it without them today? I think you will prefer it." Scott considered his suggestion. It would mean being naked in front of Tom and he wondered somehow if that was Tom's real motive. "Nah, that's dumb. He is just being helpful." Scott thought. "Why would he care what I look like." The boxers had been uncomfortable last week when they went to the lake and maybe he should try going without. "Yeah, okay, I'll try it." Scott said and untied the drawstring. He was fully soft now so it was safe to undress. Tom sat on his bunk and started rubbing spf 50 on his arms and chest. "I burn so easy." Tom said. "When you get changed will you put some on my back for me?" The thought excited Scott. The idea of rubbing the lotion on his tent mate's muscular back thrilled him somehow. He thought about the massages he and Mike gave each other in his bedroom with warm baby oil and his dick twitched. "Uh-oh!" He thought, "Don't go there now." Scott glanced at the open flap and thought about closing it, but thought "Ahh, what the heck," and dropped his suit and boxers together in one motion. Scott stood and unpicked the boxers from the swimsuit. As he successfully did so, he looked up and saw Tom's eyes fixated on his groin. The look of astonished admiration pleased Scott. Scott was used to guys stealing glances at his junk in locker rooms. But Tom was flat out staring. Scott's soft penis was only an inch shorter when flaccid and still pretty thick. It dangled against the backdrop of his sagging testicles falling just below the tip of his flesh covered hood. Scott took his time fiddling with the drawstring for no good reason other than allowing some more time to show off his nice package. Scott liked showing off to others, even to his little brother, Sammy, he shared a bathroom with. Sammy had just started grow a bit down there and was recently curious about checking his brother out. The two were carbon copies of each other with the same soft brown eyes and olive skin. Each had broad smiles with big dimples that people called "cute." Scott had matured out of the scrawny stage and filled out nicely in the shoulders and chest. His jaw had squared and his voice deepened in the latter stages of puberty this year. He even shaved some hairs off his upper lip recently. Except for his pubes and a small amount of pit hair, he was as hairless as his little brother everywhere elsewhere. He smiled inwardly as he watched Tom taking it all in. "Ewww. Look!" a young voice shrieked. "Counselor Scott's nekkid." A rash of giggles followed. Scott turned to see a group of four campers pointing and giggling like little girls. Quickly, he turned away and fumbled to step into his swimsuit. He could feel the blood rushing to his head. One of the four was Matt, a fairly mature, shy twelve year old, who had bonded with Scott the past week. Matt sought out every chance to sit by Scott and talk. He was sullen and quiet around the other boys but whenever it was just him and Scott, he became a chatterbox. He shared things about his family and school and his favorite hobby, model cars. Matt knew everything about every car ever made, it seemed. Matt was desperate for conversation in a safe atmosphere. At these times, his hazel eyes illuminated from their chubby sockets. He wasn't fat but could definitely use a little more exercise. When he found out that Scott played the trumpet, he decided to switch from playing the baritone to the trumpet. Though only twelve, he was into the throws of puberty and his voice would switch pitch now and then. In the showers, Scott caught brief glances of his nice little penis and a visible patch of pubes. His balls were noticeably larger than the other campers in their group and a deeper brown than the little pink bags the others sported. It intrigued Scott to see Matt naked and was disappointed how quick he dressed after a short shower. The other ten boys in their group were eleven and twelve year olds, all undeveloped like his little brother. Scott was glad they were assigned that age group. Being the same age as Sammy, he could relate to them better. Matt was the only camper not laughing at Scott and instead was dragging the other three away as best he could. Still, he wasn't looking away either. He stared at Scott's nakedness as intently as the others, if not more so. As Scott bent over and fumbled to get the suit over his left foot, another shriek went out, "Hey! I see his balls!" More giggles erupted. Scott was dying inside by now and started imagining the types of torture he would inflict on the shrieking little squirrel. Tom finally reacted and pulled the flaps closed and headed out to shoo the boys into their tents. When he returned, he apologized for being responsible for what happened. "It's not your fault. I thought about closing the flaps but then I didn't. It's really my bad." Scott continued, "I just hope the little squirrel doesn't go spreading it all over camp that he saw me naked. Could I get in trouble?" "Nah, they won't say anything, I warned them to shut-up and I think they got the message." Tom assured me. "Besides, if anyone does ask about it, I'll let them know it was a complete accident and my fault for opening the flaps." "Thanks." Scott said. "You rock for a senior C." "Well, you're an awesome squib. It's nice how you just take care of things you see that need done." Tom complimented. Scott smiled appreciatively. The lake was fun as usual and Scott really did prefer not having boxers underneath his suit. He sort of enjoyed the feeling. Nothing was said at the lake but Scott purposely avoided the four boys that had gotten the peep show earlier. Matt tried a couple of times to join in whatever Scott was doing, but Scott deftly moved away and avoided the contact. He was still worried and embarrassed about getting caught naked, even though it was innocent enough. He just didn't want any trouble and he didn't want to lose this job. Once back in camp, Scott and Tom changed in front of each other again. This time with the flaps closed and tied. "Got a girlfriend?" Scott asked Tom. "Nah, do you?" "No." Scott said. "Not a real one, at least. Just once in junior high, me and this one girl 'went out' but all that meant was we sat by each other at lunch and made out once behind the gym." "I had a couple girlfriends before, but I don't have one now." Tom said, offering no more explanation. "Did you ever umm... you know, do the nasty with them?" Scott asked somewhat bravely as they stood there naked drying off their midsections. Being naked together had somehow broken a barrier and Scott felt more comfortable asking personal questions. "You mean did I have sex with them?" Tom asked. "Yeah. Did you?" "No." Tom answered. "Thought about it, but they weren't that kind of girls, you know." Then he continued as he pulled his white briefs up over his package and reached in to adjust things into place, "Why did you ask that?" "Oh" said Scott a little embarrassed now, "I was just wondering if you could tell me how it felt like. I'm just sort of curious, you know." "Well, sorry. I can't help you there, but I hear it's pretty good." Tom said, smiling widely. "If word gets out about what you're packing down there, you'll have girls throwing themselves at you. So, if you try it before I do, text me and let me know how it is." They laughed and finished dressing. "Tom?" Scott began, "Can I ask you another personal question?" "Sure. What." "Umm, well, where do you jackoff at?" Scott blurted out. "I've gone all week and can't find anywhere to do it. I went into the bathroom to do it the first day but the stalls all have those stupid flimsy curtains on them. Just as I was about to do it anyway, these squirrels came running in playing hide and seek. I had to tuck my boner between my legs and yell at them to get out when they ripped open my curtain." Tom busted up laughing as he pulled his socks on. "Laugh it up, funny guy." Scott said laughing along at himself now. "I tried waiting for you to fall asleep so I could do it in my sleeping bag, but you freaking lay there and read with a flashlight under your covers all night until I end up falling asleep." Scott continued. "I'm dying dude. I got blue balls bad!" Scott sort of surprised himself that he was confessing this, but Tom had made him feel so much more assured by sharing the nudity together and taking care of the little squirrels who saw him naked. "Oh, man. I'm sorry. I didn't know I was driving you crazy." Tom said. "Well, truthfully, I don't jack off very much anymore and just haven't worried about it. I know how horny guys your age get though. I'll tell you what, if you want some private time in the tent, just put your shoes outside the tent door and I will stay out. Just don't fall asleep with them out there and leave me sleeping on the picnic table." "Cool." Scott said. "You're awesome, dude." Then reflecting, asked, "You seriously don't jack it? How can you go without jacking?" "Well, the less you do it, the less you need it and I am just trying to exert some self control into my life right now." Tom answered flatly. Tom smiled and headed out to round up the campers for dinner. After dinner and flag ceremony, they headed to the campfire program. Matt did double time to overtake the group and work his way up next to Scott. They sat side by side on the log benches to watch the show. There were the usual corny skits and then the camp director gave a short speech on staying caught up with their assignments and doing their best and then launched into a ghost story. During the story, Scott felt Matt trembling slightly and looked over at him. He had his lips sucked in between his teeth and his eyes were watery. Instinctively, Scott put his arm around Matt's shoulder and hugged him. Matt relaxed into Scott's embrace and stopped trembling. Feeling a bit weird about it after a bit, Scott pulled his arm back and Matt sat back up straight. It was dark enough and the story was good enough, nobody really noticed the exchange. Scott wondered what was going on. After the program ended with the camp song, the group marched back to the campsite. It was their campsite's turn in the showers that night so Scott and Tom told everyone to get their shower stuff together and meet at the top of the campsite in ten minutes. As usual, two boys had to be tracked down and made to hurry up. In the showers, Scott enjoyed the hot water washing off the grime of two days. They only got to shower every other day and Scott was used to taking two per day. Scott wanted to jack off badly but just didn't dare risk it behind the flimsy curtain. Nonetheless, Scott boned up immediately once he started soaping up his junk. He peeled the hood back and carefully cleaned the foreskin and glans as he had been taught to do. Looking out over the curtain, he noticed Matt sitting alone on the bench with only his shoes and socks off. Usually, he was first one in and first one out. Everyone else was in the showers, washing and horsing around. Matt looked miserable. Scott quickly rinsed and put a towel around his waist and walked out to Matt. "What's wrong, Matt?" Scott whispered, kneeling down in front of him. "I can't shower tonight." Matt whispered back, fighting tears. "Why not?" Matt didn't answer but just shrugged looking even more miserable. "Matt, tell me why not?" Scott urged. Matt sucked his lips between his teeth again and fought back tears. "Cuz, I got one." Scott didn't understand at first. "Got one." He thought. "Got what?" he wondered. Then as Matt guiltily slid a hand over his crotch, Scott finally understood. "Ohhh. I see." Scott said softly. Matt moved his other hand to his crotch and hunched. "I mean, I don't see, but I get you." Scott clarified. "It happened in the tent earlier and Billy told everybody about it. Don't make me shower, please. They'll all tease me more. I just wanna go home." Matt muttered and started trembling as he held back his tears. "No you don't!" Scott said firmly but softly so no one could hear. "Heck, that's normal. Look!" Scott glanced back at Tom who was shampooing. Then he unfolded the towel and flashed Matt a glance at his now semi-stiffie. "I even got one tonight." Matt stared in wonder. "I got an idea." Scott whispered. Covering back up and standing, Scott called over to Tom loud enough for everyone to hear. "Hey, Tom, Matt's feeling sick and can't shower tonight. I'm going to get dressed and help him back to his tent. You can get the rest of these guys back yourself, right?" "Sure. Thanks." Tom called back and peered over his curtain to see the corner Matt was sitting in. "Go ahead." The look of relief and appreciation on Matt's face brought tears to Scott's eyes. Scott dressed quickly and tossed his towel over his shoulder. "Can you walk on your own okay?" Scott asked for effect. "Uhh huh." Matt answered, grabbing his towel and shower stuff. He followed Scott out of the bathroom hunched over and holding his stomach. Once down the path a ways, Scott said, "Nice acting job back there." Matt smiled for the first time that night and grabbed his stomach and doubled over groaning as if in pain. The two chuckled and Scott hugged him around the shoulder. Matt spun and wrapped his arms around Scott and hugged him back in a tight embrace. "Thank you, Scott." He said and tears began to flow. "I don't know what's wrong with me." He continued between sobs. "I can't stop it happening in the showers. I been hurrying in the showers first and getting out quick before anyone sees it happen, but tonight it was too late and I couldn't make it go down. I think it's because I keep thinking about seeing you naked." Matt looked up and Scott looked into his tear streaked face. Scott wiped the tears away and said, "Matt, it's okay. It's really normal for guys to get like that. I get horny a lot too. Just don't freak over it. You're a good kid. C'mon, let's get back to camp." With that, they separated and began running back. Soon it was a foot race and surpisingly, Matt managed to keep it pretty close. When they arrived in camp, Scott said, "You better get undressed and climb in your sleeping bag so no one gets suspicious." "Yeah, okay." Matt agreed. "Can you sit and talk with me?" Scott sat down on the opposite bunk and asked, "all better now?" Matt smiled and said, "I feel better but I still got my problem." "Wow. Seriously, you're still boned?" Scott asked, amazed. "It won't go down. Every time it starts to, I think of something and it pops back up." "What you think about?" Scott asked. "YOU!" Matt said. Scott didn't know what to say. Finally, he just said "Oh." "Will you help me fix it?" Matt asked. "Fix it? How?" "You know, rub it so it squirts and then goes down." Matt said plainly, sitting up and staring into Scott's eyes. "It always goes down after it squirts." Now, Scott began to tremble. Here was this tender boy not much older than his own na‹ve little brother offering himself up. He thought about the glances he'd gotten of Matt's pudgy little boy toy and honestly did want to see it boned. Plus, he was so desperate in need for relief as well. All these thoughts piled on him so forcefully, he couldn't deny it. Throwing better sense to the wind, he found himself saying, "Okay, but we gotta do it quick." Matt immediately sprang from his cot and said like a little boy at Christmas, "Really?" "You will?" "But, wait." Scott said. Matt braced himself for disappointment as Scott finished his sentence. "You have to do mine too because I'm so horny I'm about to explode. I haven't been able to rub mine the whole time I've been here." Matt's expression lit back up and he quickly agreed to that deal with no problem. "I hope this is a good idea." Scott muttered. Matt quickly stripped off his sweats and undies and sat next to Scott. "No, over here. Things could get messy," Scott said as he spread his towel over Matt's sleeping bag. Then added, "This has to be quick before anyone comes back." "I know." Matt agreed. His four inch pudgy dick was throbbing. His dickhead was smaller than the shaft part, which seemed abnormally fat in proportion to the rest of him. The head was sort of flat looking as though it was made of clay and someone pushed on the end, leaving it squished. Scott stood and peeled his shorts and boxers down to his ankles and then sat next to Matt. Scott was trembling. His dick sprang quickly to full attention. Tentatively, Scott reached over and wrapped his pointer finger and thumb around Matt's boner and began stroking him. Matt moaned with pleasure. "Do mine too." Scott urged. "We don't have time to waste." "Okay." Matt said, sitting up and reaching over. He took a fistful of Scott's dick in his right hand barely covering half of the monstrous thing. His stubby little fingers and thumb couldn't even touch each other it was so thick. "Man, it's soooo big." Matt said as he started pulling the skin up and down in rhythm. "I never played with one like yours before," he added. "Why is it like that?" The question caused Scott to wonder what kind of one he had played with before. Scott thought about asking but decided not to go there. Instead he explained why is was different by describing circumcision. For a few minutes they didn't speak. They worked each other's cocks and fell into a common rhythm. Matt made little gasping sounds and suddenly froze up. "It's starting." He said. His little ball sack sucked up tight against his body and his flat little dickhead turned a darker red as first one big spurt shot out followed by a smaller one and then some oozing. After recovering from his climax, Matt resumed stroking at Scott's insistence. Scott licked Matt's creamy white cum from his finger and thumb. Scott scooped up some more cum from Matt's belly and pubes and licked that off as well. Then he began gently rubbing the remaining cum on Matt's dick around his flat little head making it twitch every time he circled underneath the bottom part. "Am I doing it okay?" Matt asked. "Squeeze a little tighter and go faster." Scott suggested. "I need to cum before they all show up. Try holding up a little higher so you pull the skin all the way off my tip and back each time." Matt adjusted his grip and watched in amazement as Scott's pointy, purple head popped in and out of sight. It was reassuring to Matt that Scott's looked more like his when the skin was pulled back. "Ohhh. F-in good." Scott groaned. "That's better." He began tickling his own chest and tweaking his nips. "I need to cum so bad. Ahhh. Do it faster. Do it. Faster. Faster." Matt was pumping like crazy. His arm was wearing out as suddenly Scott clutched the towel they were sitting on and went rigid. "Damn straight. OH YEAH!!" he called out as the first jet of hot cum exploded from his dick. "Don't stop, just slow down." Scott commanded as the experience of making Scott cum had overwhelmed Matt and he stopped stroking to watch. Quickly, he resumed pulling on Scott's throbbing member that was now exploding with a week's worth of cum. Spurt after spurt shot out and all over Scott's chest and belly and pubes. One blast even hit Matt in the cheek. Finally, when it slowed to an ooze, Scott took over the milking himself and drained it dry. "Wow. I needed that bad." Scott said, breathlessly. "Me too." Matt said. "Thanks." "Yeah, thanks to you too." Scott and Matt stood up and Scott began wiping up the evidence with his shower towel. Matt wiped what remained of the streak that hit his cheek and held it in front of his face for a minute contemplating something. "What you thinking?" Scott asked. "I saw you tasting mine." He answered. "Is it good?" "I like it but you might not." Scott said. "Some guys do and some don't." Slowly, Matt stuck his tongue out and licked at it. Then he licked his fingers clean. "Not bad." He said with a smile. "I like it." Then he looked Scott in the eye and said. "I love you." "Hey, I hear them coming. They are singing the camp song." Scott said looking away uncomfortably. "Get dressed and get in bed, quick!" Scott commanded. Scott grabbed his shorts and boxers and pulled them up in one motion, grabbed his shower bag and rushed over to his tent. He quickly stashed his towel in his dirty clothes bag and sat on the bed, switched on the lantern and pulled out "The Fellowship of the Ring" to read. He glanced at his crotch and was relieved the swelling had gone down enough to be safely unnoticeable. He stared at the page but the words just swam before his unfocused eyes. He was reliving the wonderful little quickie he had just shared with Matt. Suddenly, a wonderful idea struck him. A truly, wonderfully, brilliant idea. He knew how to solve Matt's shower problem. This thought was interrupted by Tom's instructions to the campers that in ten minutes it was lights out. Then he tossed the flaps aside and stepped into the tent. He pulled the flaps closed behind him and put his shower bag in his duffle and hung his towel over the cot's end railing. He sniffed, turned slowly and looked at Scott. A smile crept across his face. "I got a feeling you took the opportunity to resolve your little problem. I hope you did it discreetly." "Oh. Yeah. Hehe." Scott chuckled. "Of course." "Good, then I can read in peace tonight without feeling guilty that I'm keeping you from relieving yourself." He said as he stripped to his underwear and climbed into his sleeping bag. He grabbed a flashlight and pulled a blanket over his head and began turning pages. "By the way," Tom called out from his little cave, "How is Matt doing? He okay?" "Yeah, he'll be fine by morning, I'm sure." "That's good. Thanks for handling it." Tom added Scott snickered, "No problem, glad to handle it." "What's so funny about that?" Tom asked. "Nothing. It was just...nothing." "What you always reading under there, anyway?" Scott asked, changing the subject. "Nothing." Tom answered. "Yes you are." Scott said undeterred. "Is it something I might like looking at?" "Doubt it. Good night." Tom answered in a tone that said DONE TALKING. The next morning, Scott waited for Tom to leave the tent and peeled back his sleeping bag. Nothing there. Carefully, he looked through Tom's duffle in anticipation of finding what kept him up every night. He searched everywhere and not only didn't find any porn, he didn't even find a novel or even a textbook. The only thing in Tom's possessions with pages was an old bible. Scott was thumbing through it when Tom walked in on him. "What you doing in my stuff?" Tom barked. Scott jumped and the bible fell to the floor. "S-S-Sorry." He stammered. "I was just wondering what you read all night. That's all." "Well, now you know. So stay the hell out of my stuff, or you'll regret it. Understand?" "Yeah, sorry. Don't freak out. Jeez, I won't do it again." "But...why do you read the bible?" Scott couldn't help prying. "Because I want to." Tom answered and gave no other explanation. "But, why?" Scott persisted. Tom studied him, still simmering but calming down. "Sit down." Tom ordered. Scott obeyed and Tom sat across from him staring at him, obviously in contemplation. "If I tell you something, can you keep it private?" Tom said, staring harder at him. "Sure. Pinkie swear." Scott said, holding up a pinkie. After leaving it hanging there until it became awkward, Scott lowered it back down. "Seriously, I can. I promise. What is it?" "Remember you asked me if I had a done the nasty with a girlfriend before?" "Yeah." Scott replied. "Well, that was true what I said. But what I didn't tell you is that I did do it with a boyfriend before." Tom said, judging Scott's reaction to determine if he should continue. Scott apparently passed the test because Tom continued, "I fell in love with my best friend on the high school basketball team. He was a point guard and I was the center. It started out just as a friendship but soon it turned into a real love. We started out just messing around a little, you know, kind of comparing dicks and then jacking together. After a while, we both confessed our feelings for each other and we got really close. Then, on a road trip for a basketball tournament our senior year, we ended up sharing a room by ourselves. Normally, there were three to a room but the one guy who was supposed to be with us ended up staying with his parents at their hotel." He paused and looked away at the tent wall and composed himself. "And?" Scott prompted after a pause, fearing they wouldn't have time to finish the story before they had to take their group to breakfast. "And...we were watching TV on the bed and started hugging, then kissing, then undressing each other and lying naked, groping each other. I was crazy horny and he was for me too. Like no one else even existed on earth. We started kissing wildly and humping against each other. I poured the baby oil I'd brought for jacking all us and then." Tom paused again. "Then, I slid up and took his dick in my hand and guided it up into my ass. I slid down on it carefully. It was uncomfortable but I desperately wanted to feel him up inside me. I wanted to go all the way with him. It was all I cared about in that moment. Slowly, I forced it until I slid all the way down so he was all the way inside me. It was a strange experience, Scott. I can't even describe how it felt. How bonded it made me with him." Tom paused longer. "So that's it?" Scott asked cautiously. "What's that got to do with reading the bible?" "I'm not finished. Shut up and listen." Tom said. "Then I started riding him. Slowly at first, then faster. He crying out in ecstasy and shot his cum deep inside me. When he was done and completely exhausted, I pulled off and slipped between his legs. He spread them for me and I poured more oil on my dick. I pressed it up to his pucker. He resisted a little at first but soon he relaxed enough to let me in. Once I entered him, I was able to quickly bury it all the way since I wasn't as big as he is. His is big like yours. I went sort of out of my head. Being inside someone I loved and the powerful sensations of his ass clutching at my dick on all sides drove me wild. I started pounding him in a furious fit of passion. The bed was thumping against the wall. In our wild passion, we hadn't been careful about the noise we were making. Hell, we never even thought about it. We didn't consider the teammates next door and the thin walls of a cheap hotel room. Just as I climaxed and blasted my cum into his guts with a loud groan of my own, the door busted open and in burst coach with the hotel guard and three teammates from next door behind them. I guess they knocked and called to us but we were so into the sex, we didn't even hear it. You can imagine the rest. It got ugly fast. We were kicked off the team. Our parents were called. To make matters worse, my dad's a minister and when he and mom came to pick me up, he couldn't even look at me. It got out and was gossiped about at church. My mom cried all the time and dad preached at me." "That sucks." Was all Scott could think to say. "I couldn't go back to school and I had to go to church but it was awful. Everyone stared at me. Of course, I was banned from ever seeing Jeff any more, and my phone was taken away so we couldn't even text. Finally, when I got chances to sneak and call him..." Tom looked away and trembled as tears began to flow. "He wouldn't even talk to me. He just hung up every time." Tom started crying. "So, my dad arranged for me to go to another school and then to this camp and then to a religious college in Arizona this fall. I can at least play ball again there." Tom continued. "I'm trying to read the bible and control my sex urges to please my dad but also to find out for myself who I am and what I believe in." Scott moved over and put his arm around Tom as he wiped at his tears. They sat in silence until one of the campers called in to them if they were going to breakfast or not. "Stay here. I'll take the guys to the mess hall myself today." Scott said. Then consoled him with, "Dude, I'm sorry." "Thanks for listening. I'm alright now." Tom said. "I needed to tell someone. I felt like you might understand." "I do." Scott said. "I totally do. It sucks big time." Scott and Tom were closer than ever now. Scott was proud of his ability to help out Matt and especially Tom with their problems and was thankful he didn't have to deal with anything like that. "Maybe I'll be one of them psychology guys when I'm older." He thought. When it came time for their group to shower again, Scott excused himself from dinner before dessert and asked Tom to get the boys back on his own. Tom agreed. Matt also just wandered off unnoticed. Scott placed a pair of shoes outside the tent when Matt showed up. Matt came in and Scott tied the flaps shut. Matt was beaming as he jumped on Scott's bunk and lay down. Matt lifted his hips off the cot and Scott peeled Matt's shorts and undies off together, leaving them at the ankles, just in case they needed a quick escape. Matt was quivering with excitement. Scott lifted Matt's shirt up under his armpits out of the splash zone. "Ready?" Scott asked. "Duh!" Matt said, rolling his eyes. "Listen," Scott said. "I got an idea to speed things up so we don't get caught in here." "What?" Matt asked, uncertain he wanted this to be sped up. "Would you be freaked out if I sucked on it for you?" Scott asked. "Eww. Isn't that kinda gross?" Matt exclaimed bug-eyed. "Not really. And, it feels really good and it definitely speeds things up." Matt just shrugged and nodded. Scott bent down and slurped the little sausage into his mouth. Matt's downy pubes tickled Scott's nose each time he pressed into them. Scott began rubbing his little camper's tummy and chest as he sucked him off. He had to stop a couple times and remind Matt to stay quiet. Tom's story had made an impression and he didn't want a passerby to get curious. Scott resumed sucking and focused on stimulating the underside of Matt's squishy little end cap with his tongue the way Mike liked it done back home. Scott stopped and licked Matt's balls which made him squirm. Then at Matt's urging, returned to sucking. In no time, Matt started quivering and with a gasp, trembled all over as the first little spurt of warm cum filled Scott's mouth. Two or three shudders later, Scott had sucked him dry and swallowed the evidence. He wiped Matt dry as he lay there panting and fondled the young boy's balls a while before pulling his shorts back up. Even though sucking had gone quickly, they heard noises outside the tent and knew they had taken too long. Quickly, Scott got up and untied the backside flaps of the tent. He peeked out and no one was back there. "Go quick into the trees and come back into camp from the road. Then act like nothing happened. If anyone asks where you were, just say you needed to pee and everyone had left so you came back alone." Scott instructed. Matt smiled, reached up and shocked Scott with a huge hug around the neck and left. Tom was a bit annoyed at seeing the shoes outside the tent, but respected it and did not try to come in. Instead, he began giving orders for the campers to get the campsite cleaned up. Scott didn't try to take time to jack himself and just came out smiling like he'd done the deed. He watched with amusement as Matt came skipping into camp unnoticed. All went well at the showers that evening. Matt got in with the rest of them and horsed around playfully without any incident. Scott smiled happily as he quickly pulled one off with his back to the curtain. He watched with satisfaction as his blasts of cum hit the tile and slipped down the wall. He had been as discreet as possible and except for nearly buckling at the knees when the spasms took hold of him, he thought he managed to act quite normal. As soon as he was back to half mast, Scott turned off the shower and got dressed. No one had paid him any attention whatsoever. The rest of the week went well and on the last evening, it was time for their final shower before that group of campers would head for home the following morning. Scott would be sad to see Matt go but was glad he had been able to help him. He gave Matt his phone number in case Matt's parents might let him take private trumpet lessons from him. He advised him to slip into the bathroom before gym class when he started junior high and jack himself off if he needed to in order to avoid any accidents in the showers. Scott knew that once he got older, he would see guys with boners in the showers or lockers a lot and no one really cared all that much. Still, he knew how traumatized Matt was about it now so they arranged once again to slip away early and meet in Scott's tent. Scott put his shoes out again and tied the flaps. When he turned around, Matt was already on the cot completely naked and boned up, smiling broadly. "Scott, can I rub yours again?" Matt asked pleadingly. "Sure. Why not?" Scott said. Scott pushed Tom's cot over next to his and climbed on it facing the opposite way of Matt. Scott pulled his shorts and boxers down but left them around his ankles. Scott slid over and explained for Matt to lay his head on his thigh and suck on his dick at the same time Scott sucked on Matt's. Matt pulled a sour face. "What?" Scott asked. "Do I have to suck on it?" Matt asked sourly. "No, you don't have to. I thought you might want to. You can just rub it if you want." Scott said. Matt brightened. "Good." "Every now and then, Matt would stop rubbing Scott when the feelings got intense. Scott would remind Matt to keep going. The only problem was that by concentrating on rubbing Scott, Matt still hadn't cum when the first group of boys returned to camp. One of the returning campers spied Scott's shoes outside the tent and decided to play a prank on him. He sneaked over and snatched the shoes and hid them in the firewood pile. Scott and Matt didn't really hear the first boys arrive and go to their tents. Soon, Tom came into camp and not seeing any shoes, grabbed the tent flaps to open them. When they didn't give way, he noticed they were tied. He assumed Scott left them tied up and exited out through the back side of the tent and began to untie them. That was difficult but possible to do from outside the tent. Of course, this startled the two inside and Matt and Scott began scrambling to find and get their clothes on. Before they were fully successful, Tom opened the tent and stepped in, shocked at what he saw. Matt was still naked from the waist down sporting a boner and Scott had his shorts up but no shirt on. Tom's bed restricted him from entering easily and he sidestepped to get in. "What the hell?" he said. "It's not what it looks like." Scott said. "Really?" Tom said. "That's a relief. Just what the hell is it then? The last thing I need is to have a naked camper and my squib caught having sex in my tent. My dad will completely disown me if something like this goes on here." Scott began desperately searching for a believable lie. Nothing came. "Well?" Tom demanded. Scott began blurting out the whole story starting from the first night they had returned to camp early from the shower. He explained Matt's problem and how he was helping him with it. Matt looked scared to death. Scott barely stopped to take a breath to keep from being interrupted. Matt nodded agreement along the way whenever Tom would shoot him a glance. Tom listened and his expression eased somewhat. In the end, he bought it that Scott was just trying to help Matt from being embarrassed by a boner in the showers. Matt, by now, had gone soft and had both lips sucked in between his teeth fighting back tears. Scott helped Tom slide the bed back into place and they found Matt's undies and shorts on the floor. "So did you finish him?" Tom asked. "No." Scott said, "you came in before he cummed." "You want to finish it, Matt?" Tom asked. Matt had not spoken yet only nodded which he did again in the affirmative. Tom pulled out his shower bag and retrieved a bottle of baby oil. "Do it quick. And don't either of you DARE tell anyone you did this." He said tossing the oil to Scott. "I'll stand guard. Hurry up." He slipped through the tent flaps and sat in a folding chair just outside the tent with a furrowed brow. "Well, you heard Tom, get your little boner back out here." Scott said smiling. Matt quickly stripped off his shorts and undies and Scott did the same. "I might as well enjoy this too," he said pouring a liberal amount of baby oil on his dick and then onto Matt's. Scott told Matt to stand up and Scott lay down in his place. "Now," Scott said, "Climb on." Matt lay on top of Scott and pressed his chubby little member against Scott's giant one. "Rub." Scott said and together they began squirming and writhing on the cot. Scott was fondling Matt's plump little butt cheeks as they ground pelvises. Matt soon gasped for air and pressed hard into Scott's slippery belly and they felt the warm ooze spread between their tummies. As Matt finished, Scott erupted, spreading cum between them. Matt liked the powerful spasms of Scott's giant cock pushing its way into his belly. When he finally finished, he pulled Matt off him and wiped him clean with his towel. He cleaned himself up a bit and they dressed quickly. Scott told Matt to stay in the tent until the rest of the group headed up the trail. No one noticed Matt was absent since he usually hung back by the counselors anyway. That night after lights out, Tom didn't read. "Scott." He said softly. "Yeah, Tom?" "You know how I told you I was trying to figure things out for myself?" "Yeah." "I think I have." Tom said. "That's good." Scott said in a drowsy voice. "Yeah. It is. It's good." Tom fumbled in his duffle for a bit. Scott fell asleep to the rhythmic squeek, squeek, squeek coming from Tom's cot.