Date: Sat, 19 May 2012 13:54:05 -0500 From: Scott Fricker Subject: Memories of Webelos Circa 1972. I was a webelo in boy scouts at the time, sharing a tent with my best friend. This scene takes place after both of us have entered our tent from showering in the communal showers at the state park where our troop went for a weekend campout. This is not so much a story as a sensory recollection of what took place. A memoir of my first orgasm, and his first, as well. That fresh from the shower smell from two boys on the cusp of puberty fills the air inside our tent. A combination of his Ivory and my Irish Spring soap. Soft and clean white briefs the only garment covering our bodies. They fit snugly; both of us are outgrowing size 10s and will enter seventh grade wearing size 12s. My friend is laying on his cotton sleeping bag, propped up on his elbows, his legs flat against the sleeping bag and slightly spread. There's a dimpled nub protruding the combed cotton formed by his soft penis held upward from where it would normally recline atop his plum sized scrotum. I eye that subtle boy bump while I lay on my tummy, feeling my twelve year old penis becoming aroused. We begin to talk about sexual things. I feel my penis quickly stretching and growing hard inside the cotton of my briefs. As we talk, I watch as the pout from my friend's soft penis transforms into a lengthening ridge that presses the clean white fabric of his briefs into an arched shape hovering away from the converging descent of his loins. The rounded tip of his penis presses up firmly against the restraining cotton, showing clearly that he is, like myself, suddenly and incredibly erect. We exchange shy and tentative agreements between us. The timeless exchange of "I will, if you will..." accompanied by promises to not tell anyone. We both pull down our underpants, tossing them aside into the corner of the tent. Fumbling, horny caresses of skin never touched by another's hand until now follows. Our horniness rises and combines as less and less inhibition is replaced by more anxious and frantic groping. We take turns being on top as we grind and rub our excited boyhoods against the other's supine body, humping against powdery smooth, hairless boy skin with unpracticed and inexperienced awkwardness. We start to press and rub back and forth in rhythmic undulations that rise and fall in tempo. Our faces are close enough to kiss, but the thought to do so never enters our minds as we focus on our combined penile pleasure. Warm, itching tingles pulsate up and down our slender, very rigid penises. Musculature tethered at the root of our shafts and spreading up towards our flat, finely dimpled boy tummies growing more tense, becoming acutely aware of those muscles for the first time in our young boy lives. One boy and then the other feeling the strange, spasming contractions emmanating from his perineum and tightening scrotum, causing the boy to thrust his groin in an accellerating rate of speed. The gradual building of muscular tension flowing over the boy's kinetic buttocks, hips, and groin suddenly gathers strength and focuses down into the base of the boy's rapidly pistoning pelvis. A surpised sounding yelp of passion as the boy feels all of that tension suddenly breaking free and feels it entering the shaft of his tender penis. The boy on bottom feeling the other boy's body trembling and jerking wildly and feels the quakish trembles pulsing up and down the kid-cock pressed firmly against his now moist, hairless pubic skin. Harsh grunts resembling vulnerable sounding fear catch in the throat of the boy on top as he closes his eyes tightly and experiences the orgasmic sensation of his penis exploding in hot tingling pulses of sheer unbridled physical pleasure. The cum grunts of a boy's first orgasm are sublime. The beautiful and erotic ritual is repeated in turn by the boy on bottom as he exchanges places with his friend. His friend on the bottom looking up into his buddy's face to watch the kid's face grimace as he reaches his sexual climax, observing the look of helplessness entering his face as the kid's spastic humping reaches an anxiously frantic crescendo. The boy on bottom feeling the kid-cock pulsing in feverishly warm and hard pulses and hearing the kid's virginal cum cry and helpless grunts. For the record, it was my friend who was on top first and the first to cum. And, at that very early stage of puberty both of our orgasms were without ejaculation. I'll never forget the look on his face when he climaxed. The look of extreme concentration as he focused on the unfamiliar sensation of pleasure building, not knowing where it would end, but by pure instinct, required to push it forward to its ultimate conclusion. And, then the utter helplessness in his face when he felt the sudden release of tension entering the rubbery firm, velvetty skinned, feverishly warm throbbing three and a half inch long erection I felt shuddering against my skin. Then, taking my turn, and looking down into his face, seeing that pleading look written there, wanting to see me experience what he'd just experienced and hearing his excited "yeah...yeah...you're getting it..." encouragement as I made my whimpering somewhat fearful cry and my gut-clenching grunts.