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That morning wake up, was slightly chilly for summer standards. Yet as my eyes came into focus, reluctantly lifting my kids, John was still out. Our assistant scoutmaster would shake our tent again soon, so I finally was able to muster him to being fully conscious again. As a fellow senior at my high school, we had known each other for years. Also we played football and lacrosse together. He was a bit more built than I was, and that wasn't a surprise as he was a defensive end. My position was inside linebacker, but we worked well together with our fellow blockers. Last year we had won the state championship, and on this May morning we were ready to attend UCLA. We got sports scholarships, as did our running back Nate who would be joining us.
As we now were 18, and both Eagle Scouts, for the most part we were just adding on to our resumes. We liked the program, and both of us specialized in emergency preparedness and first aid. Earlier this year we looked into the city's EMT program, but sports, scouting, and that would be too much. It was important to keep our grades up. We were the best of friends, and although we wouldn't share a dorm, we often discussed an off campus rental for our years ahead. He was so handsome with almond brown eyes, and quite often we experimented with each other. I was more reluctant, but the night he got booze and weed changed things. It was mutual handjobs and the like, but deep down I knew this was going to be the weekend I lost my virginity. We never had kissed or went anything more than frot and handjobs, but John told me he wanted to try things out. It was a bit intimidating. He wasn't especially hung, nor was I, but wouldn't this hurt a lot? He smiled and showed me a bottle of lube. "This will help."
Yes he did have previous experience with a guy, and he told me, that eventually I'd enjoy getting fucked. I wasn't certain. Doubtful and frightened. I wanted to make him happy, and always enjoyed feeling up his hard cock along with those elastic low hanging balls. His hands were magic. Whenever he tugged on my hardness, he'd put his fingers gently against my testicles, and I would shoot a huge load that would go straight up like an out of control fire hose. So much cum and it always felt like a natural high of adrenaline and ecstasy. We enjoyed rubbing our cocks together, and even hugged a bit. His hands on my nipples made them harder, and he told me "Saturday night it's time."
Last night we got in late. Gear was all over the place. Our scoutmaster and his assistants were frustrated by the lack of organization. Parents who promised to drive didn't. Absolute mayhem. Hours of waiting we had transportation, but setting up tents, tarps, and other items up at night was a real challenge. There was already enough to deal with, as John and I were expected, to have a safe area for younger scouts to use their knives and axes. This morning we'd get a quick breakfast and rope the area off. A lot of our scouts were only sixth grade or so, but they needed to learn safety with these tools. John and I didn't like our assignment, but Mr Miller reminded us, "someone did this for you years ago." Begrudgingly we accepted our fate, as the scoutmaster was telling the truth.
Setting up the ropes John and I put scouts through their paces. No cuts or other injuries. We all breathed a sigh of relief when Keith, yes that type of wildcard, made it through the course without hurting himself or others. John and I were able to accomplish this quickly, as assistant scoutmaster Mr Jameson enforced discipline. A military man he scared us all. Yet he was a decent person, and made safety a concern. No one had forgotten how quickly he took over for an unqualified gun range master last summer at scout camp. It was effective, and made the lames safer for all earning their marksmanship badge. That was quite the week, and it is where John and I began touching each other.
He had gotten me rock hard, by bringing out his phone and showing me porn. As my erection was obvious through my underwear, he reached in stroking my penis. I was about to fight him off, but was mesmerized by how good it felt. Soon I had my hands in his boxers, and we both took turns in getting each other off. Wow he and I both came a lot, and it surprised me how much fun of a time we had. Now on every scouting camp trip, it would result in mutual jerking off, as well as rubbing our private parts together. I so loved it when he pushed his hard cock into my balls, and had to cover my mouth from screaming out in delight. We came together lots of times, and now each scouting event was an opportunity to explore. Yet as we had lunch and dinner, I was feeling lightheaded about letting him fuck me. Putting his penis in my rear end don't seem normal or desirable.
The campfire was a good one. Despite the heat and humidity of California, peach cobbler on the flames was delicious. Everyone loved this dessert. There were the usual skits and stupid jokes, we had heard a million times. Mr Millers "Scoutmaster Minute" about leaving no trace was a solid message. Now it was time for taps, after we all used the shower house, as well as brushed our teeth. The water showed grime going down the drain, and I was a bit anxious, as tonight would be a game changer for the dynamics John and I had shared together.
That zipper sound was the tent closing. I decided to take my robe off and be naked. John smiled, and I realized he only had his boxers on. Those coming down his legs, I was instantly surprised. He had shaved his pubic hair. It caught my attention and I touched the soft area above his cock. Smooth and silky was the sensation. He moaned and was hard. My guess is 5" erect, and I was about the same. For big guys we weren't very built, but we were perhaps on the average size. He had a beautiful cock, and the low hanging big balls turned me on even more. Gently palming his sex with my hands he was breathing heavy. So was I as he was feeling up the lower part of my hard penis. Zen kicked in. We were doing what we wanted to be, and both of us enjoyed this activity so much. Maybe he'd cum in my hands. Yet he simply smiled and said "bend over."
Rolling on my stomach, I heard the lube bottle squirt out. This was unnerving, but I followed what John wanted me to do: the tent smelled of hormones, as all of a sudden wet hands on my butt cheeks. Shivering due to enjoyment and fear, that had to be his index finger in me. Slowly and he wiggled it slightly. There was a little bit of discomfort, but I was spreading my legs for John. He was hitting some point in my insides, that felt as if I was going to explode everywhere. Using his other hand to cup my balls, I was all his and surrendered to whatever he wanted to do. All of this was new, but I was excited knowing this is what it feels like. Still I quickly touched his hard penis and balls, intrigued by their new smooth hairless feel. I so loved how his genitals felt, but I took the position.
Oh wow there was some tension. John said "push out " and I understood. My ass out his finger in, my knees burrowed deeper into his sleeping bag in the canvas tent. It was a different sensation. I could feel his finger and at times it felt pretty good. Yet I was still naive, as when he added another, with more lube I couldn't fight him off. I was in a rapture lost to all in the world. Soon I felt what was his penis popping in on my hole. He was going to fuck me and I was just simply going to let him. It was time to have my cherry popped, and nothing to do other than just take him inside of me.
Soon he was in more. I felt discomfort but a warm feeling. Actually was starting to like this, and moaned when he grabbed my ass cheeks. Could hear his breathing. Felt the hot air. He touched my balls and I became erect as he plunged away inside me. It was a magical feeling giving myself to him. His pumps were gentle but now I could feel his cock excited in me. Thickening up and pulsing, I put my hands into the sleeping bag to prepare for this. Half excited but scared, he must have known and said "feels so good in you." I was turned on by this, and he continued pumping away with more of an abandon attitude. Then the air changed. His breathing too. Boom my ass was full of his hot liquid as he howled out. As his now cum dumpster I felt his sperm traveling in and around my hole. Delicately he pulled out of my insides.
Awestruck he turned me over. Looking at his slick wet shortened cock, and those balls being empty turned me on. Soon he had the lube on my cock, asking "are you ok?" All I could think was yes, as his lubed up hands performed magic on my crotch. He told me he was going to shave me, which triggered an adrenaline rush throughout me. He had just fucked me, and as I laid there with my legs open for him, the movement upwards had begun. I grabbed the sleeping bag again. Fingers tight around it I screamed as his hands, got my cum all over them from my climax. Everywhere I felt more alive than ever. Lights out he gently kissed me and said, "we are going to try new things." Even though empty and worn out, I fell asleep with a smile.
To be continued.