Date: Mon, 31 Aug 2020 22:29:42 +0000 From: puermalo1 Subject: Scout Camp Cums PART 2 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. * * * * * * * * * * 4. THE HIKE Breakfast was bacon and eggs, washed down with mugs of milky tea. Once the scouts had finished the Scout Leader announced they had ten minutes before tent inspection. The boys hurried back to their tents for a final scramble to get things looking neat and tidy. There was a contest between the three patrols which they all took very seriously. Soon enough Mr Philby, the Scout Leader, called, "Stand by your tents!" The scouts, mostly in pairs, stood smartly as the inspection was conducted. "Good work, Jonny and Steve," he said, "Apart from a stray pair of underpants, it all looks quite neat." The Scout Leader made a note in the little book he kept in his top pocket while the two eleven-year-olds beamed appreciatively. He moved on to the next tent, the one shared by Tony and Sean. "Not bad," was his judgment, "Although you could do with getting some fresh air in there!" He wasn't wrong as the tent smelt with a mixture of teenager's sweat and stale semen. Mr Philby recognised both smells, of course, but was too circumspect to pass further comment. It was another hot summer day and the boys were dressed in lightweight clothes for their hike. Most had simple t-shirts and shorts and it was only the thick socks and hiking boots that indicated the forthcoming trek. They were organised into three patrols and each was given a map showing the various routes they had to take. There was also a quiz of sorts, ten questions about things they should see if they took the correct route. Mr Philby had cleverly arranged the three routes so that they coincided around the halfway point. That would be where the troop would assemble for the packed lunches that he would bring for them all. They all set off, walking the first mile together before the three small groups split and headed off in separate directions. Jonny and Steve were in the same patrol and chatted happily as they began to trudge up a slope that would take them onto the South Downs. "How far have we got to go before lunch?" asked Jonny. "Are you tired already?" said Steve. "No, not tired, just hungry!" "We've only just left the campsite!" Steve replied, "We've got a long way to go before lunch. Here, have a biscuit." Steve pulled a small packet of biscuits from his haversack and offered one to his friend. They were lagging behind the rest of their patrol and the patrol leader, a sixteen-year-old lad called Gavin, called back to them, "Hey, keep up, you two." "Okay," Steve called back and the pair ran a few steps until they had caught up. "Gavin's a bossy bastard!" Jonny said. "Well, he is the patrol leader," said Steve, "He's allowed to be!" "He likes to show off to the younger boys, flexing his muscles just to pretend that he's hard!" "I know what you mean," said Steve, "He likes to show off his big dick too. He was making sure we all got a good look this morning when were went for a pee in the bushes!" "Really?" Jonny said, "How big was it, then?" Steve demonstrated the length by spacing his hands a few inches apart. "About this, I reckon." "That's bigger than we are even when we've got a bonk on!" They laughed. "I bet he can make a gallon of spunk, too!" Steve said. "Cor! I wouldn't mind seeing that!" "Perhaps you should ask him for a demonstration!" "No way! He'd probably beat me up!" "I wonder if we're the only boys who can't make spunk yet?" Steve said. "Yes, us and probably Wilkinson too. He's only eleven after all," said Jonny, referring to another member of the scout troop. "Do you reckon Sean can make it?" asked Steve, "He's only just thirteen." "Maybe we should bundle him into our tent and sit on him and strip him and wank his knob and..." "Calm down!" said Steve, "The others are going to hear you." "How are we going to find out, then?" Steve thought for a moment. "How about we tell him about the dirty magazine and invite him into our tent later and see what happens?" They giggled at their little plan, unaware of how things would eventually turn out. * * * * * * * * * * Their patrol arrived at the lunchtime rendezvous a couple of hours later. The rest of the troop had already arrived and, now they were all assembled, the Scout Leader began to distribute their lunches. Sandwiches, fruit and drinks were well-received by all the boys who had been hiking in the warm summer sun all morning. Jonny spotted Sean sitting under a tree in the shade. He pointed him out to Steve. "There's Sean over there," he said, pointing with a half-eaten ham sandwich, "Go on, ask him!" "Is he on his own?" asked Steve. "Yes, Tony's busy handing out the packed lunches." "Okay, but you come too," said Steve and they both went over to where Sean was sitting. "Hi, Sean," said Steve, "Can we sit with you?" "Yeah, it's nice here in the shade," Sean replied, beckoning them to sit on the grass beside him. To begin, they chatted about their morning's excursion. Jonny wanted to know how much further they had to go and was relieved when Sean explained that they were well over halfway and should get back to the campsite around an hour or so later. "Then we can relax!" said Sean, "It's free time for the rest of the day." "What will you be doing?" asked Steve. "I dunno," Sean replied, "Probably just crash out in my tent or play football." "You could come to our tent if you like?" invited Steve, winking at Jonny. "We have got something that you might be interested in?" "Oh, yeah?" "Yeah!" grinned Jonny. "What?" "A special magazine, you know, with rude pictures in!" said Steve. "Yeah, nudey ladies and that!" Jonny added. "I don't believe you!" Sean retorted. "We have, so!" said Jonny. "Okay then," agreed Sean, "I'll come and see this so called 'special magazine' straight after supper." * * * * * * * * * * After lunch, the three patrols set off for the return journey. Jonny and Steve discussed their plans for the rest of the day. "Do you reckon Sean's interested?" asked Jonny. "Yeah, deffo!" said Steve, "Mind you, the easy bit is getting him into our tent. It's going to be much harder getting him to wank off in front of us!" "Ooh, I can't wait to see some real sperms!" As their patrol had had the longest morning hike, their homeward route was the quickest. After an hour or so they reached the camp first. The Scout Leader was already there to welcome them. "You can all relax a while until the rest of the scouts get back, then there'll be a meeting for everyone." "Can we go to our tents, sir?" asked Steve. "Certainly," the Leader replied, "Now, off you go." Jonny and Steve were soon ensconced in their little bivouac. "Do you fancy playing with our knobs again?" Jonny asked. "What if someone comes?" said Steve, a little worried that their sexual antics might be discovered. "If we just pull our shorts down a little bit then if someone comes along we can quickly go back to normal," suggested Jonny. Having only discovered the wonder of orgasm the previous evening he was determined to try it out as often as he could. "Okay," said Steve, "Let me check the tent's fastened tightly first." It only took him a moment to check and by the time he had shuffled back towards his friend, Jonny had pulled his shorts and underpants down and was lying there with his three-inch erection straining upwards. "Bloody hell, you're keen!" Steve laughed. "Come on, get yours out!" Jonny replied, grabbing at Steve and hastily unfastening the boy's clothes. Steve was soon in the same condition as Jonny, his four-inches exposed and hard. "Hey, watch this!" Jonny chuckled, working the muscles in his groin to make his little penis wobble back and forth. Steve looked at his young friend's organ and laughed. He then lay beside Jonny and imitated. Two hairless cocklets wiggled to their great amusement as their eyes went from one to the other. "I wonder how big Sean's knob is?" said Jonny, his little balls slapping between his silky thighs as he began to jerk his young penis vigorously. "Hopefully we'll see soon enough," replied Steve, rubbing the tip of his rod with a finger and thumb. "Let's have a race," Jonny suggested, "See who finishes first!" "I've a better idea," said Steve, "Let's do one another instead." "Okay, you do me first. I'm nearly ready to explode!" Steve turned to his friend and took the boy's penis. Jonny squirmed as he felt Steve manipulating it. "Mmmm, that's so nice!" he gurgled. His orgasm approached with all the impetuosity of a young boy. Steve could tell he was close as his marble-sized testicles were pulled up so tightly they almost vanished. Jonny climaxed with a high-pitched gasp. He went quite rigid and shoved his hips upwards as the thrill of his dry cum ran through his immature body. Moments later, Jonny went to work on Steve's penis. Steve lay there with his eyes closed, enjoying the sensation that building. The closer he got the tighter his eyes closed so that, by the time he peaked, his face was screwed up in a taut expression of sheer delight. "Uh! I'm there!" he gasped as his young body spasmed in delight. They had only just managed to get their dry cums accomplished when they heard voices outside the tent. The other scouts were back at the campsite. Stuffing their little willies back inside their white underpants they hastily pulled their shorts back on. "Phew! That was close," said Steve. "Yeah, but worth it, wasn't it!" laughed Jonny. * * * * * * * * * * After supper, Sean came straight over to their tent. "Let me in," he said, shuffling on his knees as he scrambled into the small tent to join Jonny and Steve. "Where's Tony?" asked Steve. "Oh, don't worry," Sean reassured them, "He's gone down to the field to play footie with most of the others." The tent was cramped and the three youngsters were almost piled on top of one another. "So, what have you got to show me?" asked Sean, sitting between the two younger boys. Steve delved into his kit and retrieved the magazine. "Here," he said, passing it to Sean. "Where did you get this?" Sean asked. "Never mind that," said Jonny, "What do you think of it?" Sean browsed a few pages, looking at the naked pictures. Steve winked at Jonny as their plan continued. "Makes me horny," said Steve, "What about you?" "Yeah," Sean replied, "Dead sexy!" As he continued to look through the pages he had to readjust himself. Jonny and Steve noticed, of course, and grinned at one another. "Guess what, Sean?" Jonny said. "What?" Sean replied, his eyes glued to the magazine. "We tossed ourselves off last night looking at those pictures." They weren't sure what Sean's response might be but were encouraged when he replied, "Yeah, I think I would have done the same!" "Can we ask you something?" asked Steve. "Sure, go ahead." "We wondered if you were old enough to make sperms when you toss off." "Yeah, of course I am!" Sean answered, almost indignantly. "What's it like?" asked Jonny. They had Sean's attention by now and he put the magazine to one side. "What? Tossing off?" he said. "No, we know about that," said Steve, "We wondered what sperming was like." "It's the same feeling," Sean explained, "Only a bit messy!" They all laughed. "So, is it sticky?" asked Jonny. "Yeah, sort of," Sean replied. "Like glue?" puzzled Steve. "No," Sean chuckled, "Just a bit gooey, that's all! It's great when to watch it come out of your knob and stuff. You'll make it yourself someday." "But we want to see it now," said Steve, "Just so we know what it's like." Sean thought for a moment. "Well, I suppose I could show you...but you would have to keep it a big secret, okay?" "Yes, we promise!" said Jonny, excitedly. "Alright, then," Sean continued, "But you've gotta show get your willies out too. I'm not going to be the only one on show!" Jonny and Steve didn't need to be asked twice and immediately began to tug their shorts down in front of Sean. He noticed they were both erect, their little members pushing forward in their white underpants. He watched as they pushed their underpants down, allowing their stiff little penises to spring free. "Come on, now you!" Steve urged. Sean unzipped his flies and shuffled about pulling his trousers and underpants down to his knees. His erection was only an inch or so bigger but to the two eleven-year-olds it looked huge. "You got hairs too!" gasped Jonny. "Yeah, nice aren't they?" bragged Sean, flicking at his sparse wispies with a fingertip. "I can't wait to have a big knob and hairs!" said Steve. "You'll get them in a year or so," Sean said, pulling his stiff organ downwards to accentuate the scattering of delicate pubic growth. He was rather enjoying being the focus of attention and having two young boys gloat over his privates. Now he began to masturbate. Jonny and Steve joined in, emulating his technique as best they could upon their much smaller rods. He was lying on his back whilst the younger boys crouched beside, not wanting to miss any moment of the exhibition. "Tell us when it's going to come out," said Steve. "Yeah...okay," Sean replied, catching his breath as he concentrated on his manual exertions. The three of them played with themselves for a while in silence. The younger boys' eyes stayed fixed on Sean's penis as his fingers rubbed up and down. Sean, on the other hand, looked from one boy to the other. He loved seeing their little hairless boycocks, their jiggling balls tightly beneath. He wanted to touch them there and suddenly stopped masturbating himself. "You can do me if you want," he said, "And I'll play with yours." Steve and Jonny happily agreed and took it in turns to jerk Sean's five-incher. Sean reached his arms out and was soon fondling the boys on either side. The sensation of stroking their stiff little poles and touching their nugget-like testicles was amazing and, added to that, having their young hands upon his own erection meant he wasn't going to be far from ejaculating. "It's nearly there," he rasped, "Hold it tight and don't stop!" It was Jonny who was holding Sean's penis when he ejaculated. It wasn't the mighty fountain they had possibly expected but they were thrilled to witness it nonetheless. Sean's body went rigid and he seemed to hold his breath. "Here it is!" Sean gasped, as a squirt of clear boyfluid shot onto his belly, "Slow down a bit!" Jonny, who had been frenetically jerking Sean, and naturally had no experience of masturbatory techniques, responded by slowing his pace and was rewarded with the sight of two or three smaller dribbles of Sean's milky fluid that oozed from his glans and trickled down onto Jonny's fingers. "Eughh!" sneered Steve, "You've got it on your fingers!" Jonny held his hand up for closer inspection. He wriggled his fingers and giggled as the slender strings of semen stretched like a spider's web. "What do I do with it?" he asked. "It's okay," said Sean, grabbing Jonny's sticky hand, "I'll clean it up." Before Jonny could react, Sean was licking his own semen from the boy's fingers. "Eughh!" Steve said once more. Now that Sean had recovered, he sat up. "Come on, you two," he said, "Let's see you tossing off. Who can get there first?" Steve and Jonny were soon working on their stiff cocklets, helped along by Sean who enjoyed tugged on their little balls bags, and after a little while they squirmed and gasped their way to the thrill of dry cumming. It was just in time, too, as the sound of voices in the distance indicated the other scouts were returning from their soccer kick-about. "Better get a move on," said Sean, tugging his trousers back into place. "See you later," he added, scrabbling his way out of the tent. When he reached his own tent he found Tony was already there. "Where the bloody hell have you been?" Tony demanded, "I thought you were coming down for footie." "You'll never guess what I've been up to!" Sean smiled. "No, I won't," Tony replied, "So you might as well just tell me." And Sean did. * * * * * * * * * * Thanks to those who have emailed. Your comments and suggestions are appreciated. I'm here: puermalo1 @ protonmail.com and will endeavour to respond to all messages.