Date: Sat, 15 Aug 2020 19:13:31 +0000 From: puermalo1 Subject: SCOUT CAMP CUMS SCOUT CAMP CUMS This narrative is fiction. It features sexual activity between consenting boys. If this sort of thing isn't your thing then move on. If you should not be reading this sort of material then go no further. The story takes place in England during the 1970's, a time before risk assessments sucked all the fun out of boys' adventurous spirits. There are four main characters: JONNY BEALE, 11 STEVE DIXON, 11 SEAN PERKINS, 13 TONY ROBERTSON, 14 * * * * * * * * * * 1. FIRST NIGHT "Troop, atten...TION!" ordered the patrol leader. Seventeen boys clipped heels together and stood proudly around the flagpole from which drooped the Union Flag, limp in the stillness of the evening air. The Scout Leader, Mr Philby, emerged from his tent and joined the assembly to issue the final instructions of the day. He saluted the boys then ordered them to stand at ease. The youngsters followed the order smartly and clasped their hands behind their backs. "I won't keep you long, lads," said the Scout Leader, "Just a few announcements about tomorrow and then it's off to bed for everyone." Jonny caught Steve's eye and gave him a cheeky wink as the Scout Leader continued. "Reveille is at 0700 so I don't expect you to sit up half the night chatting! Get a good night's rest because we've a long hike in the morning. Eagle patrol will be in charge of breakfast which will be served at seven thirty sharp. Anyone not properly washed and dressed won't get any, so no shirking!" He didn't really mean it but it was enough of an impetus to ensure all the boys would be ready on time. "We'll leave the campsite at 0900 after kit inspection. Remember there's a competition between the patrols and I'll be awarding points for neatness and good order. Any questions?" He looked around at the boys but there was no obvious response. "In that case, it's off to bed. Stay in your own tents unless you're answering the call of nature, in which case go over there to the bushes rather than going next to your tent. We don't want flies and what-not pestering us, do we!" The Scout Leader nodded to the patrol leader who issued the orders to dismiss the company. "Troop, atten...TION! Dis...MISS!" The scouts turned smartly to side in unison and fell out, chattering as they made their way to the line of tents. It was the first night of the camping trip and all the boys were excited. This was a rare opportunity to escape from the routine of home life, having to rely on their on resourcefulness and enjoying a taste of fun in the wide outdoors. Most of the boys were paired off, sharing a small tent. The accommodation was rather cramped and basic but it all added to the sense of adventure. Jonny and Steve, the two youngest scouts at eleven years of age, were at this moment unfastening the ties to go inside their bivouac. Kneeling on the dew-damp grass they looked rather cute with their little bottoms prominently on show, hugged by their tight shorts. * * * * * * * * * * 2. JONNY AND STEVE "Hurry up, shrimp!" joked Steve, smacking Jonny's rear playfully as they shuffled inside the tent on their knees. Jonny had got used to the 'shrimp' tag by now. He was so sleight in build that he could have easily been passed off as a nine-year-old rather than his actual eleven years. All the same, he couldn't let the teasing go unnoticed, "Get knotted!" he retorted. Steve scrambled in behind him and turned to fasten themselves in for the night. "At your command, sire," he said, "I'm getting us knotted in as requested!" "Ha ha! Very funny," Jonny replied with sarcasm. Even under the thickness of the canvas there was enough light from the summer evening for them to see quite well. After removing their shoes, they sat cross-legged upon their sleeping bags. "This is fun, isn't it!" Steve remarked. "As long as there aren't any wild animals," said Jonny. "Wild animals? In Hampshire?" laughed Steve, "The wildest thing around here is probably a rabbit!" For both boys, this was their first real taste of camping. They had only recently moved up to the scout troop from cubs. The nearest they had been to camping out until now had been an occasional night in the back garden. This was the genuine thing, far from the security and convenience of home. This particular summer also marked another big event for the boys. In September they would be starting secondary school. They would be little fish in a big pond with plenty of new things to discover. "Have you brought it, then?" Jonny asked. "Yes, yes, all in good time," Steve replied, "We should get ready for bed first then I'll find it." "Last one to undress is a sissy!" Jonny giggled, tugging at his woggle and quickly removing his kneckerchief. The challenge was set and completed in a moment as scout shirts, shorts and socks were tugged off and thrown into the small space that remained in the tent. "I'm keeping my pants on," said Jonny, not quite willing at this stage to expose his nakedness. "Yeah, me too," added Steve. Jonny was a few seconds ahead of his friend in stripping down to his white briefs. "I win!" teased Jonny. "Only 'cos you had a head start," Steve complained. "I think I'm going to lay on top of my sleeping bag," said Jonny. It was a warm summer evening and the interior of the tent it was rather stuffy. "Yeah, me too," said Steve, joining his friend so they were both lying on their fronts. "So can we look at it now?" Jonny pleaded. "Okay." Steve sat up and pulled his kitbag within reach. He fished around inside momentarily before pulling out the girlie magazine he had hidden there. "Are you sure your brother won't know you took it?" Jonny asked. "No, he's got a stack of them under his bed," Steve replied, "He isn't gonna miss one for a few days, is he!" Steve had discovered his seventeen-year-old brother's porn magazines a few weeks previously whilst snooping in his brother's bedroom one afternoon when he got home from school. On a few occasions since, when he knew he had the house to himself, he had sneaked in again for a longer perusal. The pictures were all young women, quite explicit without being too hard core, and the illicit thrill had excited him in a way that was new. His little willy had become hard and touching it added to the excitement. He had played with it between his fingers not really knowing about masturbation but aware that doing it made him feel good inside. As he returned the magazines to their place under his brother's bed he couldn't help but notice the array of crumpled tissues scattered about. Maybe my brother has a cold, he innocently pondered. "There you are!" said Steve, laying the magazine between them. "Knave?" Jonny commented, "That's a silly name for a magazine!" "I don't think the name matters," Steve chided, "It's what's inside that counts!" He settled himself close to Jonny so they could look at the pictures together. There was page after page of 'glamorous' models in a variety of poses that were designed to show off their breasts and, to a lesser extent, their hairy vaginas. "Bloody hell!" exclaimed Jonny, as they turned the pages. "Look at the size of those knockers!" Steve giggled. Similar comments followed as they browsed the magazine together. Steve's willy was soon getting hard and he enjoyed the sensation of feeling it squashed between his body and the sleeping bag. He squirmed a little, making it even stiffer, and began to wonder if Jonny was also getting stiff down there. They were now looking at the centrefold picture, A naked woman spread provocatively on a bed. "Wow!" said Steve, "You can see her hairy minge and everything!" "Sexy, eh?" grinned Jonny. "Does she make you feel sexy?" Steve asked. "Too bloody right she does!" said Jonny, humping the ground in a rather exaggerated fashion. "It's given me a bonk on," said Steve, using the schoolboy slang for an erection,"What about you?" "Yeah, me too," his friend replied. "D'you ever play with it?" "My knob?" "Yeah." "Sometimes...what about you?" "Now and then," admitted Steve. There was a brief pause before he continued. "How do you play with yours?" "You tell me what you do first." "I rub it up and down," Steve explained, "It's called tossing off." "I've heard of that," said Jonny, "But wasn't sure how people did it." "My brother told me about it," Steve continued, "Another word for it is 'wanking'. I can show you how to do it if you like..." "Go on then," said Jonny, "Show me." Steve turned onto his back. His little briefs were poking outwards. Jonny watched eagerly. "Ready?" asked Steve. Jonny nodded. Steve pulled his briefs down a little way and his penis popped free. It was about four inches long (around 10cm) and the thickness of a man's thumb, straight and rigid. The head was covered with a delicate foreskin that almost drew to a point. Beneath was a small crinkled scrotum containing his little balls. There wasn't a trace of hair to be seen. Taking hold of his young rod, Steve rubbed it slowly up and down using a thumb and two fingertips. As he moved downwards, the foreskin pulled back a little, exposing a little of the sensitive glans beneath. "Like that, see?" he said, "That's how to toss off!" Jonny watched for as his friend masturbated. After a few moments, Steve spoke again. "Why don't you try it too?" "I dunno," said Jonny, "Your willy's much bigger than mine." "Come on, let me see yours, it's only fair." "Don't make fun of me," said Jonny, shuffling his underpants down a little. "I promise. Now, let's see you tossing off...you'll like it!" Jonny exposed his little erection. It stuck out from his groin, three hard inches (8cm) of boyness. The marble-sized nuggets of his barely descended balls clung to his body inside the small pink bag of his scrotum. Like Steve, his groin was smooth and hairless. "It's not so small," said Steve, checking out Jonny's young penis, "Now copy what I'm doing." The two boys played with themselves for a while, Jonny mimicking Steve's movements on his own little organ. "Feels nice, doesn't it?" Steve commented. "You bet," Jonny replied, his cute face in a grimace of concentration, "It's the best ever!" "The best bit is yet to come!" Steve said. "What do you mean? What's better than this?" "The sexy feelings at the end." "But this is already a pretty sexy feeling!" "Haven't you ever cummed then?" "Cummed?" "Just keep going...you'll soon find out!" Steve had reached the point of no return and his fingers were moving so fast they were a blur. His shuddering body made Jonny stop to watch, baffled by his friend's sighs and moans. "Oh, yeah...oh...ahh...that's so...bloody...good!" gasped Steve. "What the hell happened?" asked an incredulous Jonny. "I cummed," explained Steve, "If I was older I would've spunked!" "Spunked?" "God, you don't know anything do you?! Spunk is the sticky white stuff that makes babies. I'll be able to make it pretty soon but for now I just get the feeling." "Cool!" was all Jonny could say. "Let me show you," said Steve, now more composed after his youthful orgasm. He didn't wait for an answer and, reaching for Jonny's little penis, he began to masturbate his friend. After a couple of minutes Jonny spoke, "I don't reckon it's going to work. Maybe we should stop." "Give it a bit longer," said Steve, resuming his motions with increased spirit. Another two minutes went past. "It isn't working," said Jonny, "I reckon I need a pee though!" "No, that's it!" exclaimed Steve, "Just think sexy thoughts and let it happen, trust me." It was a strange feeling, thought Jonny, as the novel sensations raced around his groin. But his friend had said to let it happen so that's what he did. He held his breath until the feelings became became so intense that he called out in his shrill treble voice.. Steve knew the signs and expertly brought Jonny to his first ever orgasm, increasing his speed to the peak and then slowing as it subsided. "Wow!" gulped Jonny at last. "Told you it was nice, didn't I?" grinned Steve. They lay side by side for a minute, recovering from their exertions. "Can we do it again?" asked Jonny. "Yeah," replied Steve, his young penis already hard and expectant. "Let me do you first," suggested Jonny, "Then you can do me again!" And so they did. * * * * * * * * * * 3. SEAN AND TONY A few yards from Jonny and Steve's tent some hanky-panky of a different kind was about to take place. Two young teens, Sean and Tony, were sharing a tent. They had camped out before but this was the first time they had been put together. They had been members of the troop for three years and, although they went to different schools and never met up except for at the weekly scout meeting, they become good friends. Sean was a slim lad with long, slender legs. He was some inches taller than Tony even though, at thirteen, he was a year his junior. These days it is perhaps not diplomatic to label people as ginger but that was precisely what Sean was. He had a shock of distinctive orange hair which probably reflected his Celtic roots. "Do you wanna play cards for a bit?" he asked. "Yeah, why not," Tony answered, "Let's get ready for bed first." The two teens began to undress, removing their khaki trousers, scout shirts and socks. Tony watched his friend surreptitiously. He held a fascination for Sean, feelings which he didn't quite understand but which fuelled frequent masturbatory fantasies. For now he had to make do with sidelong glances as Sean undressed. He thought Sean looked quite cute in his vest and underpants, his smooth fair-skin exposed, the enticing bulge in his underwear. As he sat on top of his sleeping bag, legs crossed, Tony did his best to hide the growing erection swelling his briefs. "What do you want to play?" asked Sean, grabbing the packet of playing cards from his kit and resuming his place on top of his sleeping bag. "Nothing too complicated," Tony replied, "How about Crazy Eights?" Sean shuffled the deck and dealt the cards. They were soon playing the simple game and chatting along about this and that. Eventually it was a little too dark to continue playing so they decided to finish the game. "May as well get some sleep," said Sean. "Yeah, guess so," Tony agreed. "I'm going to sleep on top of my sleeping bag. It's just too hot." "I reckon I'll do the same," said Sean, settling down for the night with his back turned to his friend. "Goodnight," said Tony. "Sleep tight," said his friend. As Tony lay there beside him his horny thoughts began to return. In the gloom he could still make out the form of Sean's young body. He liked the way his body curved inwards to his slender waist and the way Sean's hip bone jutted out. Tony's penis stiffened as he thought wicked thoughts. "What if I touched him there?" he thought to himself, "If I wait a bit he'll go to sleep and won't even notice. Even if he does I can pretend I did it in my sleep!" Tony waited. It seemed like hours although it was only a few minutes. His penis was achingly stiff. Eventually deciding that Sean had probably drifted off to sleep by now, he tentatively reached out and let his hand rest on Sean's waist. Sean moved a little but appeared to be asleep. Tony left his hand where it was for a moment before sliding his fingers gently towards Sean's hip. Sean stirred again, making Tony swiftly remove his hand, and this time turned so that he was resting on his back. Sean waited again, peering in the darkness at the front of Sean's small white briefs. He wondered how big Sean was down there. He had to find out and his hand reached forward in the shadows. His fingers touched the waistband of Sean's briefs and he slid along the front until he found the boy's belly button. Then he hesitantly began to creep lower, ready at any moment to whisk his hand away if Sean reacted. His fingers moved over the soft fabric and discovered the boy's bulge. He traced the length of the organ with a finger a few times. Sean's penis responded to the stimulation by steadily increasing its size. Tony felt the youngster's erection as it began to swell. All the while, Tony had been manipulating his own penis with his other hand. He needed to masturbate himself and knew that it wouldn't take more than a few strokes before he ejaculated. He took his hand from Sean's bulge and used it to ease down his own briefs. His hard penis slapped onto his belly and he began to masturbate, his mind filled with thoughts of Sean's erection. Suddenly, much to the surprise of Tony, Sean spoke. "You can put your hand back there if you want!" "Are you awake?" Tony whispered, his masturbation cut short. "Of course I am!" Sean replied, "It's hard to go to sleep when someone's feeling your dick!" Poor Tony didn't know what to say. "It's okay," Sean continued, "I liked it. Do you wanna feel it again?" "Can I? Do you mind?" "No, I don't mind. Go ahead," said Sean, already pulling his briefs down to his knees. Tony's hand fumbled in the dark until it found its target. Sean's penis was slender matching his tall, slim build. It was nearly five inches in length (12 cm) and circumcised. Had there been enough light, Tony would have been able to see the wispy pubes that decorated the base. They were more of a light brown shade rather than the distinctive ginger of his head and they were soft and straggly rather than the tight, wiry curls that Tony had developed. Sean's balls weren't huge and dangled in a hairless scrotum that almost seemed too large for the contents it held. Tony had waited for this moment almost since he had first met Sean and he explored every part of the thirteen-year-old's genitalia. Sean enjoyed the feeling also. He'd had some experiences with other boys in the past and loved the sensation of someone else's hands and fingers on his penis. "D'you wan me to feel you up too?" he asked. "Yeah, if you want to," Tony replied. Now it was the younger boy's turn to explore. His fingers soon found Tony's erection. The penis was similar in length to his own but much thicker. It felt like a warm, plump sausage in his hand. It wasn't circumcised but the foreskin retracted easily and Sean discovered it was slimy with precum that dripped from the tip. A neat bush of pubes adorned the base and Sean found a pair of decent-sized young balls hanging beneath. Now both boys were masturbating one another. Unlike Jonny and Steve, who had only recently discovered the pleasure in playing with their little stiffies, these older boys were well versed in such matters. "Oh, that feels so good!" sighed Tony, as he felt Sean's tight grip around his penis. "Yeah, much nicer when someone else tosses you off," Sean replied, revealing to Tony that he had clearly done stuff like this before. "You can do it a bit faster if you like," Tony said, making Sean quicken his pace. "I'm going to spunk any moment!" said Sean. "Can I watch?" "Yeah, if you like. I'll finish by myself." Tony felt around for the torchlight beside his sleeping bag. He switched it on and turned the beam onto Sean's groin, giving him a splendid view of the boy as he reached his youthful orgasm. A small spurt of milky fluid squirted onto Sean's belly and, as he gasped in delight, a couple of trickles followed, dribbling down into the boy's wispy pubes. Sean slowed his pace, easing himself from the peak of his pleasure. "Nice!" Tony commented at last. Having recovered, Sean took the torchlight from his chum. "Now you," he ordered. Tony was already on the edge. Sean noticed that Tony put his free hand between his legs, pulling on his scrotum and fondling the balls within. His other hand jerked his penis rapidly as he panted and caught his breath. "Here...it...comes..." Tony gulped. The semen flew in a string that ended on the boy's firm chest. It was thicker and creamier than Sean's boyish offering and Tony's body stiffened as he shot his load. Two more smaller pulses followed before he relaxed, coaxing out the last few droplets of sticky fluid that trickled onto his fingers. Sean was impressed at how much semen there was. He had witnessed several boys' ejaculations but he'd never seen such an abundance of boy cream as this! "Blimey! That's a bucket load!" exclaimed Sean. "I needed that!" grinned Tony. "Have you ever tasted it?" "Yeah, what about you?" said Tony. Scooping up a dollop of his own fluid and putting it in his mouth. "That's gross!" Sean said. "Why don't you try some? It's an odd taste but it isn't so bad." "Err, no, I don't think so." "Go on. I dare you!" Tony challenged. Sean hesitantly slicked a few droplets of his own semen onto a finger and sniffed at it. "Go on!" urged Tony. Sean dabbed at the clear fluid with the tip of his tongue. "See, it isn't nasty." "I guess so," said Sean, licking the sticky fluid from his finger. "Can I taste it too?" asked Tony, "Just to compare yours with mine." "If you want to, go ahead." Tony found a few dribbles of Sean's semen and tasted them. "Mmm, yours is sort of sweeter than mine." Not to be outdone, Sean took a finger-load of Tony's semen to sample. "Yours is more salty." There was no need for them to wipe themselves clean as they spent the next two minutes enjoying one another's dribbles until it had all gone. "Now we'd better get some sleep!" said Sean finally. The two teenagers soon drifted off into their slumbers, satisfied and with their young balls emptied. * * * * * * * * * * I welcome comments and feedback. I am here: puermalo1 @ protonmail.com If you would like to read more about the four boys please write to me. I would love to hear your suggestions about where to go next. Should I continue with the boys paired as they are? Maybe you would like to see one of the younger boys getting involved with one of the older ones! Should they all get together, perhaps?! They've only wanked so far. 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