Authors Note: This story is part fact and part fiction. Names and locations have been changed to protect the innocent and the not-so-innocent. As well as a great deal of fictional embellishment to explore roads not taken.
Enjoy!
RECONNECTED
By MidwestScout
Chapter 1- How it began.
It was a Spring weekend; our Scout Troop was camping with other scouting groups from the area. For me and my friends it was our last outing with the troop before we graduated High School in two months' time. Little did I know, it was also a weekend that for better or worse would change my life forever.
Mostly because over the course of the previous school year I had stumbled on to a startling revelation, I had fallen in love with one of my best friends. I'd known him since grade school. As we both had joined the same scout troop years before. Now Seniors in high school we shared the same close-knit circle of friends.
It was in our sophomore year that I noticed that Puberty had been very kind to him. He was two months older than me and had gone from being this slightly gangly kid who had joined scouts back when we were in grade school to being this lithe tanned very toned stud who moved like panther when he walked and had an ass you could bounce quarters off and pecs that made my mouth water. Add to this, that we shared a weird sense of humour a love of offbeat science fiction It pretty much was inevitable that I would fall for him and fall I did...very hard.
It was during our free periods we would sign out of study hall and into practice rooms in the school music dept. from there we would quietly slip out across the hall from the band room into the school's darkened auditorium. There we would spend the period exploring the catwalks above the celling and the orchestra pit under the trap doors in the stage. The storage rooms in the wings. .
It was here I had stumbled into the habit of giving him impromptu back rubs. We were making our way through the dark auditorium during one of our expeditions. When we both tripped on a step and I heard his back crack. Before I could properly have my brain stop my mouth, I offered to give him a back rub. He looked at me with an odd expression for what was the longest and scariest 5 seconds of my life, Then he smiled and said "...cool!" and promptly laid face down in front of me.
I wasn't going to think twice about it! Partly because I actually had more than a passing interesting in the mechanics of massage, but mostly because I was deep in lust for him. So I gave him a slow massage over the fabric of his shirt. This would come to be something of a ritual for us over the year. We would be alone in the auditorium, or we would sneak off to empty class rooms at the church we had scout meetings, and invariably at some point I would make some remark about him walking stiffly, and he would then lie face down on the carpet as I proceeded to straddle that incredible ass and rub his back and shoulder muscles. All the while desperately hoping he didn't notice how hard my cock was getting as I massaged him.
Over the months that followed I would work my courage to move my hands under his shirt, and work then lower over his legs and calves, and trying not to faint when they would quickly glide over that incredible ass. This went on for all of the rest that year. And into the summer.
One side result was I was falling in love with him and didn't even know it. All I knew was being with him, and touching him was something that made me feel things I had never felt before.
I did wonder if he was on to me, and knew exactly what I was doing. There were a number of times when He was the one who initiated the session by very conspicuously cracking his back and looking at me with a smile that basically made my cock harden instantly. , But he would always thank me and say how much better his back felt afterwards giving the clear impression that for him this nothing more than a cool free backrub. All the while I was quietly losing my mind from the sheer erotic sensation of my body pressed up against his.
Then came the spring camping trip, and we were going to share my three man tent. I was excited on two counts. One, he was a fun guy to bunk with. But more than that, I hoped to spend two dark nights in a tent working my hands over that incredible body. Making him feel good, while I basically tried not to cream my shorts.
On the first day at the campsite, we all had to take the standard swimming test, at. As we changed into our swimsuits, I stole a quick glance at his tan taut body I nearly fell over when he pulled this neon green speedo out of this bag and slipped it on, He looked beyond hot. I nearly fainted., It was only by filling my head with thoughts of naked nuns that I managed to not burst out of my own swimming shorts with a massive erection.
Thankfully that first day was busy and there was not time to dwell on this., But that night we were in the tent after lights out when in the moonlight filtering in the tent I saw him sit up and slowly and deliberately crack his back and say, "wow I'm sore today", which I took as my cue. I teased him from not taking care of his back and said "ok lie down" he pulled back the sleeping back to review himself only wearing those green speedos. I fumbled with the flashlight and as I eased down straddling him, I was hard as rock and fighting the urge to cum right then and there. I got through the massage somehow without losing it. And we said good night...
I lay there in the darkness hearing his breathing start to slow and regulate, then become a soft snore. I knew he was asleep, I turned on the light and was going to jerk off when I happened to look more closely. He had in his sleep, kicked his sleeping back off him and his speedos had slipped down his waist from his jostling about and his beautiful cock was poking about an inch out the top through the waist band, semi hard.,
There is a moment in life when the reality of the moment basically overwhelms your brain. Before I knew what was doing, my hand slid gently across his crotch, His breathing never wavered, and he snored slightly louder. My thumb moved slowly over the head and down the exposed shaft... My own cock had never been as hard as it was in that moment. I took a deep breath bent down and put my face close to his cock. My tongue with a will of its own extended and ran across the mushroom shaped head.
The right side of my brain screamed "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING??!?"
but the horny 18-year-old left side of my brain clearly had control as I leaned in farther opening my mouth and before I could stop, gently peeled back the green speedos, and took his head and about an inch and half of his shaft into my mouth...
I looked at his chest as it rose and fell steadily. as I moved my tongue over the smooth skin of his cock., When I felt the organ begin to harden between my lips, I instantly came more intensely than I have ever in my life. Even to this day. He shifted slightly and I felt a surge of panic jolt through me, as I jerked back and killed the light. I lay awake all the rest of that night my whole body shaking in a mixture of terror and ecstasy.
In the morning he woke up stretched that damn sexy body and said "you, ok? You look really tired" I said I hadn't slept well. He replied he had slept great! I took a great deal of relief from that, but all the rest of that week never dared move from my side of the tent rest of that weekend. The campout ended without further transgression on my part and soon we were back home. Graduation came two months later, and we said our goodbyes. He joined the military and I headed overseas to study. Taking my secrets with me, never to be revealed.
Or so I believed at the time...
(To Be Continued)