Date: Sun, 01 Sep 2019 20:05:42 +0000 From: puermalo1 Subject: Scout Camp Capers PART TWO This is a story; an invention that is not based on real events or people. It involves consensual sexual activity among boys. Do not read if such material offends you or if it is forbidden to you. SCOUT CAMP CAPERS Baden-Powell, the founder of the Scouting Movement, once said, "The real way to gain happiness is to give it to others." The scouts here are certainly willing to try! PART TWO Tom [15] and Ryan [12] It had rained during the night and the scouts awoke to a rather dreary morning. Washed and dressed in their uniforms, they gathered in the large mess tent where the scoutmaster had been preparing breakfast for everyone. The boys sat around the trestle table, enticed by the delicious smell of bacon and eggs cooking. As they ate together, the scoutmaster explained the day's programme. "Falcon patrol are going to stay in camp this morning while I supervise Kestrel patrol on the orienteering course. After lunch you'll switch around. Hopefully, the weather will improve as the day goes on." "What are those who are staying behind going to do?" asked one young scout, a cute blond twelve-year-old named Janusz. "Can we just doss about?" asked Ethan. "They'll be no sitting around," explained the scoutmaster, "You'll work on your merit badges." As soon as breakfast was over the troop members gathered for parade. There were only nine boys for this particular camp, although there were nearly 30 in the troop in all. Falcon patrol comprised four boys; Ryan, Nick and Darren – an inseparable pair of 13-year-olds – and Tom Richardson, who was the fifteen-year-old patrol leader. The other five boys made up Kestrel patrol; Ethan, Matty [13], Jonjo [14], Jake [15] and their patrol leader, Hanif [15]. They were given various instructions for the day by the scoutmaster after which they made the scout promise, saluted the flag and were dismissed. A few minutes later, Kestrel patrol marched off behind the scoutmaster leaving the Falcon boys sitting in the mess tent. "What shall we do first, then?" Tom asked his young charges. "Can't we just relax in our tents?" suggested Nick. "No, you can't!" "What about the Photography badge, Nick?" proposed Darren, "We've been working on that." "We could get some good nature pictures down in the woods, I suppose," Nick answered. They looked at Tom for a response. "Okay," he agreed, "But two rules; stick together and be back in an hour. We've got to get lunch ready, remember." Nick and Darren hurried to their tent to retrieve their phones. Moments later they were off, scuttling down the bank, across the field to the woods. "One hour!" called Tom. "So, what shall we do now?" Ryan asked. "You've got a knot test tomorrow, haven't you?" Tom replied. "Yep." "We'll practise those for a bit, if you like." "Okay, then." They soon found some ropes in the storage box. "We can go to my tent, if you like," Tom suggested, leading the way as Ryan followed. Once inside Tom's small tent they squatted down beside one another. "Which ones are you stuck with?" asked Tom. "Um, the bowline, for starters," said Ryan. Tom instructed the younger boy in the intricacies of the bowline knot. "Make a loop first...yeah, like that." "Now what?" "Take this end and poke it through the loop. That's the rabbit coming out of his hole!" "Like this?" "Yep. Now wind it around there and take it back into the loop. That's called going around the tree and back down the hole." Ryan giggled. "This is easy!" "Now pull it tight...there, you've done it! A bowline." Ryan had a couple of further attempts just to master the method. "Out the rabbit hole, round the tree and back into the hole again." "Next, we'll try a Tautline Hitch," said Tom, "Tell me, what's this knot used for?" "It's a sliding knot, isn't it? So, it gets tighter when you pull on it one way but you can still move it the other way. They spent a few minutes perfecting the knot until Tom was satisfied his pupil was confident. "Hey, do you wanna see a really cool knot?" asked Tom. "Yeah, go on then," Ryan replied. "Hold out your arms with your wrists together." Ryan did so, completely unaware of the prank that Tom had planned. In a flash, the older boy had Ryan's hands securely fastened with the rope. At first, Ryan found it amusing. "You've captured me!" "Indeed I have. You're my hostage now." Tom fell upon Ryan, his greater strength and weight easily pushing the younger boy down to the floor. Then he began to tickle him, making Ryan shriek with delight with high-pitched chortles. Tom dug his fingers into Ryan's armpits making him squirm, then he set upon Ryan's sides and belly until the twelve-year-old was quivering in a heap of helpless giggles. At last he relented, letting Ryan catch his breath again, and freeing him from the constraint of the rope. "I reckon it's my turn to tie you up now," said Ryan, finally. "I suppose that's only fair," Tom agreed, "But if you dare tickle me I'll beat you up!" Tom passed the rope to Ryan and then held his wrists up. The younger boy immediately set about tying Tom's hands. "That's not a very good knot," Tom commented, but it was secure enough and he couldn't wriggle out of it. Ryan leapt upon him, forcing him down onto his back, and then he quickly straddled the teenager and sat on his chest. "Well, now what?" said Tom, looking up at the cute youngster. "Mmm?" pondered Ryan, "Maybe I should tickle you after all." "Just you dare!" "Or perhaps I'll spit in your mouth!" said Ryan, moving his head directly above Tom's. "You better not, you fucker!" Tom didn't anticipate Ryan's next action. The younger boy reached a hand behind himself and grabbed at Tom's groin. With a yell, Tom flinched and then buckled under the assault. "Get off me, you dirty little perv!" "Make me," Ryan replied, his hand feeling the bulge of Tom's privates. Tom writhed and wriggled, trying to push Ryan away but the younger boy clung on and continued to grope him whilst giggling gleefully. Tom was going nowhere and now Ryan realised that Tom's struggles were giving way to an acceptance of his situation. Indeed, Tom was delighting in the whole experience. Being pinned down by this sweet young boy was turning him on and he felt his teenage dick swelling in Ryan's grip. "Oh, I say!" Ryan exclaimed, feeling the throbbing penis in Tom's trousers, "What's going on here?" Tom didn't answer but just grinned and gave Ryan a conspiratorial look. "Fuck, it's big!" said Ryan, squeezing Tom's cock. "If you say so." "I do say so!" Suddenly, Tom made his move. With a great heave he tipped Ryan off of his chest. As the youngster sprawled alongside, Tom rolled on top of him and within seconds had turned the tables. Now he had the young scout pinned down. "Let me go! Let me go!" cried Ryan, helplessly. "Untie me and I will," Tom demanded. No sooner had Ryan freed Tom's wrists than the teenager set upon him. "You said you would let me go," moaned Ryan, although he was rather enjoying the whole business. "You played with my dick so it's only fair I get a feel of yours." Tom reached for Ryan's groin and was delighted to feel the boy was rigid beneath his shorts. "What's this?" Tom jested, "Does Ryan have a little stiffie?" Ryan, unable to wriggle free, decided to lie still. Tom's fingers found Ryans zip which he deftly lowered. Then his fingers explored inside, squeezing the young cock that was tenting the boy's briefs. Still sitting on Ryan's chest, Tom pushed Ryan's shorts and underpants down. "Nice little dick!" he said, fondling Ryan's barely four-inch cocklet. "D'you wanna see mine?" "Yeah," wheezed Ryan, still trapped beneath Tom's grip. Tom shuffled from Ryan's chest and was now kneeling upright beside the prostrate boy. Ryan watched as Tom unfastened his trousers and slowly drew then downwards. Tom taunted him, slowly exposing his trimmed pubes. Ryan ogled wide-eyed at the size of the bulge before him. Without realising he was doing it, the younger boy was now toying with his own organ as he waited Tom's unveiling. Tom's cock finally found freedom and bounced into the air. It was around 15 centimetres [6 inches] in its fully erect state; not a monster by any means but a respectable size for the fifteen-year-old scout. It certainly seemed big to Ryan who had never seen such a big one up close and in the flesh. "It's enormous!" Ryan gasped. Tom had friends with bigger ones but he wasn't going to let on. He held it at the base between finger and thumb and waggled it provocatively. "Wanna touch it?" "Yeah," said Ryan, "Do you wanna play with mine, too?" Each boy reached for the hard cock of the other. Tom's felt enormous in Ryan's hand as he tentatively explored its length. "You can hold it tighter if you like," suggested Tom. Ryan responded by gripping it in his fist, making Tom sigh with delight. Tom, meanwhile, was running a fingertip around the little mushroom crown of Ryan's cocklet. They enjoyed one another like this for several moments until Ryan spoke. "That feels so nice." "Yeah, it's always hornier when someone else touches your dick," said Tom, giving Ryan's knob a gentle squeeze. "Have you touched lots of dicks then?" "A few, I suppose," Tom replied, his mind briefly reflecting on all the boys he had played with in the past. "What about you?" "Just one." "Let me guess, was it Ethan's?" "Yes, how did you know?" "Just a hunch really." "He's a bit bigger than me and he has some hairs," Ryan continued, "And he can make spunk, too!" "Really?" said Tom, intrigued by the prospect of seeing the delights of Ethan for himself. "We only touched one another's dicks, though." "I could show you something else that is even better, if you like." "What is nicer than having someone play with your dick?" "I'll show you." Tom crouched over the young boy, took the little cock in his fingers and guided it between his lips as Ryan watched in wonder. The first contact of his cocklet on Tom's moist mouth made him squirm and Tom was soon working his lips on the rod and licking it with his tongue. Ryan pushed his hips upwards, synchronising his movements with Tom's efforts. Tom relished the taste and stiffness of little Ryan. He had sucked the pricks of several boys before but he always enjoyed the little pubescent ones the most. Ryan continued to wank Tom slowly as he went down on the boy once more. "I'm going to cum soon," said Tom, sounding peculiar with the little penis still between his lips. Like all boys, the urge to reach orgasm outweighed the desire to prolong the experience and Tom was no exception. "Can I make you spurt it?" asked Ryan. Tom lay beside Ryan. "Go on then." They began to masturbate one another. As he pulled the foreskin back on Tom's cock, Ryan was thrilled at the sight of the dark exposed head. He had yet been able to pull his own foreskin right back like this and the mushroom-shaped glans, sticky with a mixture of spittle and precum, fascinated him. Ryan's little penis allowed Tom to grab both cock and scrotum in one handful. The older boy fondled Ryan, caressing the small organ and kneading the nub-like balls. "Can you spunk yet?" he asked. "No," Ryan reluctantly admitted, "But you can cum, yes?" "Isn't that the same thing?" "No, cumming and making spunk aren't the same thing at all," explained Tom. "I don't understand." "Well, you can still have the feeling even if you can't make spunk yet." "Really?" "Yeah, let me show you. Lie still and leave it to me." Ryan looked the picture of cuteness. There he was, lying on his back with his arms behind his head. His t-shirt pulled up to reveal most of his undeveloped, fair-skinned chest, his scouting shorts and underpants around his ankles. His smooth, slender legs formed a diamond Starting at his ankles, they moved upwards to his bent knees and then met again at his privates, which were now the focus of Tom's attention. Tom sucked the dainty cock again, taking it all until his nose nestled against Ryan's hairless groin. Then he lifted his head feeling the hot stiffness slide over his lips. Up and down he went, making Ryan coo with delight. Then he resumed wanking the boy. Using just his fingers and thumb he urged Ryan onwards. "Do you feel anything yet?" he asked. "Just a bit," gulped Ryan, "Like I need a piss." "That's it," Tom encouraged, "Let it wash over you." Ryan was breathing more heavily now, "Oh, I will," he said, "Don't stop!" Tom's fingers were a blur as he briskly wanked the little organ. Now Ryan had his eyes tightly closed. "I think...I'm..." was all he managed to say. The twelve-year-old seemed to go rigid as he thrust his hips upwards. He gasped audibly as he reached orgasm, his legs twitching. It was a dry orgasm, of course, but just as intense as it could have been. As the feelings subsided, Ryan caught his breath and smiled. "That was amazing!" he said at last. "Told you so," grinned Tom, "That's called a dry cum. All the fun without the sticky mess!" "It was the best thing ever." "Yeah, I know," said Tom, "Now finish me, I've really gotta cum." Ryan leant over and took a firm grasp on Tom's erection. Tom rested on his elbows, watching the youngster working on him. The teenage cock was big enough for Ryan to get his whole hand around. He began slowly, easing the foreskin right back over the dark head before returning upwards. He could feel it throbbing in his grip. "Play with my balls, too," said Tom, more of a demand than a suggestion. Ryan felt the heavy balls in Tom's scrotum. "Twist them," said Tom, "Go on, pull them." This was a small deviance he usually enjoyed doing when he masturbated alone and having a young boy to do it for him added to the erotic charge. "Yeah, that's nice," moaned Tom, feeling the first tickles of his impending orgasm. Ryan had quickened his pace and was now robustly wanking the teen. "Are you gonna cum soon, my hands getting tired," Ryan complained. "Yeah, keep going," said Tom, between gasps, "I'm close..." His orgasm was impressive, especially to Ryan whose only experience had been to witness Ethan's little dribble. He squirted three dollops of teen jism, painting sticky trails up his belly. Ryan slowed his pace, somehow instinctively understanding the need to ease the pace and squeeze out every drop. Ryan was sorely tempted to ask if he could taste Tom's fluid but he felt too shy and thought the request might sound a little strange, so as Tom cleaned himself with some tissues Ryan pulled his clothes back on. They were just in time too as moments later they heard the chatter of Darren and Nick returning to the campsite. "Thanks for teaching me," said Ryan as he scrambled out of Tom's tent. "I enjoyed it, too!" "I could tell! And you dared to call me the perv!" The two boys were making their way to the mess tent where Nick and Darren were squabbling over something or other. Before they reached them, Tom turned to Ryan and said, "I'll suck or wank you anytime you want, just ask, okay." "How about tonight after lights out?" "Sounds good but isn't there just one little issue you haven't mentioned?" "What, you mean Ethan?" "Err, obviously." "He'll be up for it, trust me!" 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