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Our tent was far away from the beaten path, as James and I both were in our 40's, but fucking like wild animals in heat. He had bent me over, and filled my rear end with his long, thick penis that had me gasping. The signals of pain and pleasure ran up my spine, as he slapped my cheeks, and grunted as he piled on the aggression inside me. Besides seeing stars, and feeling the sweat roll down my forehead into my eyes on that summer day, memories of years past entered my mind. There were other sessions of topping or bottoming with another guy, but what was prominent, was the first time I had with another male. I had always known deep down I was gay, and at 16 years old on a scout trip it finally happened.
In high school, I couldn't help but sneak peeks at classmates in the shower after gym. I tried to be discreet about it, but had to hide my hard on which was embarrassing. Seeing fellow guys naked made me horny, and often once I got home, quite often I'd tug on my cock blowing huge loads. Being so young, I'd literally masturbate up to seven times a day. No joke, although my average was three times. Emmy sex drive had always been high, and looking at nude guys in magazines, I dreamed of rubbing their dicks, or going down on them. They were of every ethnic background, but all had bigger packages than I did. Admittedly I was 6 foot and maybe 160 pounds, thin, with blond hair, prescription glasses, and socially awkward. One time I thought my neighbors son was going to make the move, but he never did, and I went home that night jerking off my penis again.
Boy Scouts was my favorite hobby. We had a good group of guys, and I had made first class, going for star rank if I remember correctly. Every campout I was happy to build rope bridges, learn knots, and develop new campfire skills. Most weekends were local, but often we'd go to the countryside, and these usually involved a hike, primitive eating conditions. Some call this roughing it, and this trip I was assigned to tent with Robert. He was always friendly, kind, and I was pleased to share a tent with him. This way at least I wouldn't be annoyed, like I was the previous trip by a fellow scout who's behavior was boorish and obnoxious. Robert was 6 foot and heavier built in muscle than I was, and from what I understood he was taking the hottest girl to prom. He played varsity football, and was of Italian descent, with piercing brown eyes and olive skin that were quite impressive.
Everyone liked him. Adults and scouts alike. He was our senior patrol leader, and a senior with a bright future. Rumors had swirled about him getting a Penn State scholarship to be a cornerback or safety, and admittedly I looked up to who he was. He was in the national honor society, and got along with the jocks to geeks like me. It didn't matter who you were, he'd simply say hi to you, and not act like a stuck up asshole like many high schoolers did. Him and I both cooked up a pretty good dinner, and made sure our sleeping bags, flashlights, and other gear were in the tent for nightfall. This was why "be prepared" was our motto. Not too many scouts or adults on this trip for some reason, but the Indian sumner weather was pleasant.
I asked Robert about what it was like, to play football as our bugler played taps outside. We both were in our boxer shorts, and he was very muscular. His smile, the spark in his eyes definitely were magnetic. I was stunned that after games, him and the other players took the next day off from practice. This was to rest up, and decrease the pain incurred from injuries. He told me a funny story about his first game, when he threw up, being nervous in front of so many fans. He was very charming, and didn't make me feel stupid about not participating in sports. In fact he said what I was doing in Future Business Leaders of America would pay off. Wow was he right about that, as after college those connections came in handy for a fast upward trajectory.
Eventually we turned off the flashlight. I don't know how to describe this, but on my rear end, I scooted closer to him somehow. It was if there was this unexplainable force, and before I knew it, I felt what were his hands on my smooth chest. Was this a dream? This was really happening? It sure was as I felt Roberts hands reaching into my underwear, and my penis in his palms become erect in nanoseconds. He whispered to me as I trembled a bit, "is this your first time?" "Yes," I meekly whispered. The anticipation, the gravity of having him touch my private parts felt so good. My six inches of cock were beyond hard, and he brought my hand to his bulge in his boxers. Oh, so that's what a cock felt like. He took his boxers off, at least I could hear that nylon sound, and before I knew it I felt his big penis up. Warm. Hard. Pulsating. It was a new experience I had dreamed of becoming a reality, and I could hear him moan saying "it feels so good." I kept feeling him up, and soon I felt what could only have been described as wet hot paradise.
Oh I thrashed around everywhere. He was sucking my penis! My first blowjob. I couldn't have imagined it felt this incredible, as my penis went even harder. He was squeezing my cheeks, and while I couldn't see him well, I could see his silhouette going down on me. There was a clicking sound, and I know my arms flopped around like jello, as it felt so amazing. He had my cock all the way in, and then started rubbing his schlong against mine. "I sucked you, it's your turn now." He was right. Although there was trepidation, I gently stroked his penis, balls, and with his encouragement took him into my mouth. It was like sucking a big finger. Never had I had a man or woman in my mouth, but now I had the stud football player under my control. The musky scent, his moving around in pleasure, all drove me crazy. He told me to keep sucking him and I complied, and even took his balls in my mouth too. They felt strange yet sexually arousing, and before I could say no I felt his fingers in my rear end.
"I'm not sure Robert." It came out as a request. The sound was meek. His response was "you're ready and you're going to take it." At least he was kind enough to lay me down over a couple rolled up pillows, and enter me slowly. At first I had tears coming down my eyes. It was as if getting gut punched. He told me to "relax, breathe in and out, and push down as he entered me." Eventually he was able to get inside me. His cock made me completely full. I felt pain, also worried I'd crap on him, and felt a bunch of strange sensations. Eventually he picked my tight body off the pillows, and did me doggie and then laid me down with my feet on his shoulders.
The heat in the tent was incredible. We were literally connected. Robert kissed me and it felt like something, I had never experienced before. His hands were on my cock, jerking me off, and within a few minutes I came all over him. His smile and eyes were barely visible, but he enjoyed this, stroking my cock and balls. I took him for a few more minutes, as he pumped my rear end a fury. There was angst but I smiled as he came in me. There was so much sperm, and we planned our next nights activities. A first time can be stressful, but with a patient lover like Robert, it was very pleasant. We kissed and went to bed, our balls working on our next stockpiles of cum, and a desire to please each other again.