Preface: This story is a boy's fantasy and nothing more. It does not represent actual events (I'm afraid) and should be read only for the enjoyment of living that fantasy in the written word. If descriptions of boys experimenting with their sexuality together bothers you or offends you, read no further.
Chapter 1
Alpha Male
I spent years in scouts and enjoyed every minute of it. I enjoyed the campouts, canoe trips, meetings, all of it but particularly enjoyed just hanging around with other boys. The more time I spent involved in troop activities, the more I noticed the other boys and especially the senior boys. I was fascinated with their play, language, and especially their more mature bodies.
The older boys were all higher in rank and a member of an elite patrol of the troop called Order of the Arrow. They hung together, instructed the younger boys and pretty much dominated the camp outs. They were like a pack of male wolves running wild, but protecting the pack. I needed to be close to them I knew from the start.
Learning information came naturally for me and so with little effort I mounted up merit badges and rank in a very short time. Within a year I had obtained the rank of Life scout and was inducted into the Order of the Arrow.
The OA camped separately out of earshot and eyesight of the younger camp. The Scout Master approved and encouraged this separation so as to add to the mystique of the group I figured. It was rumored among the ordinary guys in the general camp that evenings were spent telling dirty jokes, bragging about conquests, deciding which of the new scouts was gay and so on. I would finally find out what happened behind those canvas flaps this next campout.
The first day, they didn't pay me a lot of attention. As I worked around them, I was becoming more and more drawn to watching them. Without being to conspicuous I caught every glance possible of their bare chests, muscular arms and whatever else they felt free to uncover. The displays seemed to be a way to establish some dominance. Never-the-less they were increasingly becoming a turn on for me and I drank in every image gratefully.
That evening, the camp scouts were ushered to their tents after the usual campfire shenanigans. The OA, on the other hand, was given permission by the Mr. Bryan, the Scout Master, to do some moonlight skinny dipping out of the range of the younger scouts.
The black lake water shimmered with a silvery mysterious look provided by the full moon. I watched the horseplaying of the group staying as close as I could to see the pageant of moonlit naked bodies but kept my distance so as to not be noticed. They jumped on each other, forced one another's head down under the water for long lengths of time, rode each other's shoulders and more. They were absolutely at ease with each other, even naked. I left the water as soon as I noticed my dick getting hard from their closeness so as not to be noticed.
While wrapping the thick towel around my skinny waste, my attention settled on the patrol's oldest member, Kirk also standing from the group by himself. Even during the day my eyes rarely left his body. He was one taut muscle from neck to ankle developed by playing football and running track on the school's varsity squad for 4 years. His body was sculpted to perfection with bulky layered shoulders, neck and arms; a firm plateau chest and "V" waist. From a distance he was a physical perfection. During the swim, he played in the group for a while and met every physical challenge by the others easily.
After a short time, he casually stepped out onto the beach, dried off some and wrapped a towel around his waist and watched over the play. Rather than play too much or become too attached, the Alpha Male oversaw the activities of the pack, handing out disapproval and appreciation as needed to maintain his position and the rank over those below him. Kirk was the alpha male, there was no disputing that. All patrol members yielded to him, sheepishly backing off at his bark, yet competing for any little bone of acknowledgment or compliment. My eyes strained in the moon light to see all that was visible and enjoy his aura as he watched.
After a time, Kirk called the horse play to an end. The group obeyed without question and straggled up to shore. I followed behind the group until we stopped at the entrance to our secluded ring of tents. Kirk called off pairs of names from the group and pointed to tents until only he and I were left.
"Kid, you're with me."
I looked up to see him looking at me briefly. I smiled weekly and responded weekly, "With you?"
"Yeah kid, it's my job to break in each new OA member right, so you're stuck with me all week if you can handle it."
I figured it was the other way around, he was stuck with me. My hesitation and dumb founded expression did nothing to improve my status with the group and certainly not with him. The others chuckled as they picked up their flashlights and stepped through the ground brush to their assignments.
"Hey, kid, you can always go back to the main camp with the younger boys if you don't like the arrangements," he called to me over his shoulder as he walked away. His voice was condescending and echoes of "nerd" dripped off each one. I grabbed my gear and followed him like a wounded pup scowling under my breath.
We entered the tent, rolled out our bags on either side of the tent center. When Kirk turned his back, with lightening speed I threw off my towel and neatly hopped into my bottoms. Kirk turned in time to see the latter and smiled.
"'Fraid' I might see what's under that towel?"
An orange hue from his industrial size flashlight brightened up the tent somewhat. He sure was in no hurry to lay down and certainly not worried over what I saw of him. He stood in the center of the tent and stretched in all directions. The muscles all over his smooth manly frame rippled and swelled at his every movement, twist or bend. He checked out the muscles on his arms, chest and legs as though looking for any defect. There were none. It was obvious he knew himself well.
Finally he unwrapped the blue towel from his waist and took his time as he rubbed thoroughly over his dirty blond hair, thick neck and upper torso all the time leaving his waist fully exposed in the light. I enjoyed the full spectacle of a remarkable body. He was turned slightly away so a clear view of what I wanted to see most was denied, even still, I marveled at the supremacy of his body shape and its attraction. He was a rare specimen in every way. I wondered if some of this display was to establish his superiority for me. It was working if that was what he was trying to accomplish. I fairly shrunk under what I saw. Every limb and his frame were solid, massive in proportion to mine. His chest, wide and built up with dual plateaus. His thighs were broad and rippled and tensed as he shifted from one leg to the other. While his towel clad hands worked their way around his body each movement caused a surge of muscular waves and accentuation. His biceps were twice the size of my neck. All I could do was stare in envy and deep desire for more than just a look. Every inch of him seemed perfect and it was everything I had to keep from reaching out to his smooth skin and testing it with my fingers.
As he finished drying off, he tossed the towel over in the corner, turned toward me while bending down at the same time to sit on his sleeping bag. I was surprised by the turn. He smiled at me as I looked up from staring at his body to his face. I turned my face away in embarrassment but nothing was said. I settled down into my bag for the night with a painfully erect penis and eventually fell asleep from sheer exhaustion.
I woke up after a short time soaked through in sweat. The air was particularly hot as it flooded through the tent screens carried by the evening breezes. My body sweat had soaked the inside of the sleeping bag so I threw open the top flap and my body heat escaped to intermingle with warm air. I reached into my knapsack and pulled out a battery run fan and turned it on. It brought some relief as I moved it up and down my body trying to cool off.
To my left lay Kirk curled on his side facing me, eyes shut and breathing deeply yet irregularly. Curiously, when we had laid down for the night there was at least 4 feet between us. It had dwindled to inches. I was in the same spot as when I fell asleep. Kirk must move in his sleep I reasoned.
I glanced again at his frame now lying relaxed on top of his bag. His body pulled at my senses like a magnet. The moon's grayish white light drifted in through the front screen just enough for me to make out faint sections of him. I stared at him, watching him inhale and exhale. Beads of sweat sparkled in the light as they dripped along his cheek to his pillow. My tongue dabbed at my dry lips and the roof of my mouth as my eyes strained in the light.
The leg underneath was drawn up at the knee toward me and his arms were folded under his head as in prayer. I hadn't noticed but my cock responded was already tight and swollen. I reached down and squeezed it hard with my free hand while my eyes feasted on the banquet before me.
The greenish blue light from my watch read 3:30. The more I lay next to him the more I wanted to get closer.
My dick was sore for relief and again I reached down and began stroking it slowly awakening the familiar feeling of the volcano deep in my gut. It was building power fast. The more I stared, the more I squeezed and pumped. My body was fully engaged now and I worked on it with great satisfaction. The white lava was moving its way to the surface. I loved the feel of its approach just before escaping. I forced my hand to stop and laid back soaking up the feeling deep in my gut. I did not want relief yet. I could feel the hot cream pushing its way forward but unable to trigger the muscles that would spray it forward. The feeling of holding my orgasm on the edge was extraordinary and I loved the power I felt over my body. I laid quietly focused on the pressure in my gut and waited for the volcano within to lessen and sleep once again. I would love to do that to Kirk, I thought.
My attention was now riveted on Kirk again. With no indication of the noise disturbing him, I moved a little closer. The intense body heat coming from this smoldering mass of muscle and sinew greeted my nostrils and face. I stopped and bathed in the sexually charged air. It drew everything out of me. My dick agonized again for attention, my balls felt like they were being squeezed together from need but all I could attend to was what lay inches from me. The heat flowed from him in waves washing over my hand and arm filling the tent with his scent. I could only stare and wish for more.
My distended dick throbbed and demanded release. My hand grabbed hold and massaged and squeezed its fleshy length again. The volcano awakened with immediate force. The urge was far too demanding to deny this time. My jerks quickened and my fingers tightened around the core. The deepest recesses of my gut were boiling as I pictured each little sperm pumping its way forward not to be denied. I grabbed for my wet towel and wrapped it over my dick then grabbed myself to finish what had begun. The cool, wet terry cloth wrapping provided a new sensation. It felt softer against the ribs of my organ and the movement of the cloth against the tip of my swollen cap was electrifying as I stroked up and down the shaft and massaged my sensitive crown. I was losing control and I knew I had to get it all out this time. My hand continued thumping the 5 inches for all it was worth. My body tightened and convulsed. I tried to muffle a guttural release as my load flooded the towel. Waves of release heightened my senses. I couldn't see or feel anything around me for several minutes as I floated in the full body feeling of the ejaculation. How I loved to feel it.
As the pulsating subsided and my hand squeezed the last bit of fluid from my softening organ, I lay quietly relishing the after-effect. My breathing calmed as I was able to relax. Slowly I was awakening to the tent around me. I could feel Kirk's hot body again as the rest of my body's senses began to gather information.
I turned to look at Kirk again. His eyes were clearly visible and a broad smile stretched from one side of his face to the other. He must have seen everything. At first there was silence. His broad, almost intimidating smile said all that was needed.
After a short time he offered, "That looked like fun."
I couldn't answer. I lost full control as things around me began to spin. My body flushed red from embarrassment I wanted to run but I froze in his gaze like a deer in a car's approaching headlights.
He shifted in place a little. "Hey man, its OK. Each of us older guys enjoys a nice beating once in a while and if the urge hits you, go for it. Best part of bein' a man. No matter where you are or what you're doin', you have all yo need to have some fun. What what I mean?"
The words seemed genuine, but I couldn't think beyond what he must have seen. I stared at the canvas floor.
"Hey, I'm not going to tell anyone if that's what's botherin' ya' although the more you are around us, the less somethin' as natural as jerkin' your tool in front of someone will bother ya. We were a little bit worried you'd not fit in. But it looks like you'll do just fine."
I looked up. My smile broadened some as I threw aside the cum soaked towel and covered myself again with the sleeping bag flap.
Kirk closed his eyes and breathed deeply. The air was fragrant with my boy scent. He looked at me for a few seconds and then leaned his face right into mine before he spoke again. His eyes drilled holes in me. "You know there's a lot to learn about that little thing down there between your legs and doin' it the right way."
"What do ya mean?" I asked with some hesitation not knowing where this was going.
"There are all kinds of sex and sex is sex. For example, if you are like me, you like to try someone's else's fishing pole once in a while see how it feels in your hand. Not a thing wrong with that, `cept, its also a lot of fun for the owner of the pole too." Then he paused with an inviting grin on in face as if to wait for an answer.
It sounded like he was coming on to me but that couldn't be. Maybe asking me to do more than look at him in the moonlight. "I'm not sure what you mean," I answered sheepishly.
"Sure you do. You think I don't know when someone is staring at me, sizing me up? Hell, you haven't taken your eyes off me since we got here. Why do you think I had you put in my tent? I thought I might be able to teach ya something that the Scout handbook doesn't cover. Maybe we both could have a little fun."
Both of us knew what he was suggesting. I felt I should say no, but instead gave in quietly to my deepest hopes. " I don't know what you want me to do."
"Hey, I understand that. If you've never handled another guy's pole, how you gunna know how to fish? Learning to enjoy the beauty and strength of another man is just like earning a merit badge. Ya learn as you go along. The big thing is practice and lots of it until you get it right. Hell, I've taught all the others guys in the patrol at one time or another the same way I was taught when I was about your same age. All of us know how to enjoy these campouts. And I don't mean tying knots unless its in someone's dick. The question is do you want to be taught?"
I smiled at the mind picture of a dick tied up in a square knot.
Kirk paused for an answer, but I couldn't.
"Tell you what kid, let's try something easy and see, and if it doesn't work for you and if you don't get into it, then we're done. No hassles, no problems. Our secret."
Everything in my screamed "yes" but I was only able to bob my head up and down in agreement fearing what I had agreed to.
"Let's start off slow. Get out of your bag, sit up close to me Indian style facing my waist. Use your fingers and hands, or anything else you want and just reach out and touch what you see. You're in control. I am going to lay back and let it happen. Its your game." Kirk extended out all 6'4" of muscle and flesh. My mouth dropped as I watched him settle back. Before me was a nearly full view of everything. My eyes drifted down from his square jaw across his thick neck, across both pectoral plateaus to his rippling stomach muscles and stopped. There it lay, the front of his giant sized pole, semi-hard and curved a little to the right in my direction . It was crawling like a snake across his stomach growing as it slinked forward. It was transforming before my eyes. My mouth hung open as it crept along. Not only was it getting longer but it had thickened into a one eyed monster. It was extreme! It seemed to have no limit.
I stared at all that lay in front of me unbelieving any of it for a long time until Kirk's voice broke my stare. "Here boy, why not start up here?" His hand grabbed mine and placed it on his chest squarely on his right nipple.
I was scared and didn't know how to start, but I knew I was hooked like a fish and he was reeling me in. I could feel the pencil lead size nipple on my palm. My arm shook with fear and excitement at the same time. Cautiously I pressed my palm down flat on it. A surge of electricity moved though my hand. I could the raw power of his muscle below it as well as I could feel his hardening tit. Touching him was immediately addicting I could not have drawn my hand away for any enticement. My hesitations were gone in a flash. I began to explore in earnest squeezing and tweaking each nipple in turn. Kirk moaned some but offered no resistance to my play. With both hands I rubbed back and forth over his tits, brushing each in turn over and over. They tickled my palm as they bounced up underneath my hands.
Every muscle wrapping around Kirk's body was firm, tight. His skin was hot and sweaty from the heat. Very little hair interrupted the smooth lines that shaped his purely masculine form.
I had become so infatuated with the two little soldiers above, and the sheer beauty of what lay dormant before me, I had forgotten the dragon rising below. I looked down. Sticking up in the air was his immense man-cock, now fully gorged and bobbing over his belly button with a rhythm of its own. My eyes stared at this raging bone ducking and weaving as if it were ready to put up a fight. I ran my right hand along the rolling contour of Kirk's chest, down the steep slope to his stomach and finally to the underside of his meaty cock making sure it rubbed against each knuckles across the top of my hand. Kirk's body responded as muscles tightened and a slight moan could be heard. Repeatedly my hand skimmed the distance between his nipples and under his dick. Each time I brushed his meaty tube, it jerked and rocked causing even more touching and rubbing. Kirk was enjoying my play and I wanted to please him badly.
I had reached a point where I had to hold his pole and feel it in my own hands. I gently set my hand down on the length of it's underside facing up now. Slowly I closed my greedy fingers. It took my breathe away and I just sat for a moment feeling it in my grasp. It felt so much bigger than it looked. I opened and closed my hand all along the hot, pounding rod savoring each feel. My hand rubbed gently up and down its length several times not believing that I was actually awake.
I was drawn to pay particular attention to his flesh-tented head and the crest it hid below. As I became more curious I began to explore rather than just touch his throbbing slab. I was intrigued by the loose skin shrouding the full head of his dick. I knew about uncut cock, but this was my first close encounter and I wanted to know all about it. I pulled the skin back to expose it's the monster's symmetrical kingly crown. I circled its ridges with my index finger and thumb and tightened around it. I could of done this alone for hours. I let go, pulled the hood over again and repeated it all over again. Each exposure excited me and electrified my senses.
In the background Kirk's breathing was heavier and deeper. I focused exclusively on my hooded little friend. The rush was exquisite. I savored every second of play. My hands measured this bull's length, thickness and resistance in every way possible. It jumped and danced in my hands as I squeezed and prodded it from every angle and pressure. I put one hand on top, one of the bottom locking my fingers together and sandwiched it with no concern of its effect on Kirk, only the pleasure it brought me to have this toy at my command. My fingers traced every vein and wrinkle. I noted as I explored what caused Kirk to thrust forward or groan and repeated those over and over take pleasure from my control over him. It was the most remarkable piece of human flesh I had ever seen. I could not get enough of touching and riding it with my fingers.
My eyes drank everything in. His body was exquisite and my hands had only minutes to really experience all of him. My own dick was swollen tight like never before. I had to interrupt my play occasionally squeezing it hard trying to deaden some of the nerves for relief.
"Here, let me help with that." Without warning Kirk removed his right hand from under his head and laid his arm straight down resting it over my bent leg. His hand extended over into my crotch and fell on my cock.
The touch of his massive palm sent me through the tent ceiling. I looked at Kirk. He was smiling and obviously at ease in touching me. His hand as his fingers began to explore what lay beneath flicking my dick a few times with the tip of his thumb as well as brushing across the fuzz on my ball sac. The sensations were electric freezing all of my other senses. This new twist more than rekindled the smoldering fire deep in my gut.
I eased forward again trying to ignore what I was feeling from Kirk's hand and grabbed his sizable tool once more. My finger spread could barely fit as I lifted it up. It was weighty and hot but it felt so good in my hand like it belonged there. I went back to delve under the fleshy hood some more. I enclosed the tip of my finger under the skin and with my other hand secured the foreskin around the intruding fingers. It was warm and moist inside. I could feel the rim of his perfectly curved head as I circled around inside. My fingers traced along the ridge several times then over the head, across his slit and underneath where the ridges met. The more I rubbed there, the more Kirk moaned. As I found a pleasure spot, his hand squeezed and rubbed my dick in response. Each time I wanted a squeeze, all I did was rub his crown, or move the full length with the tip of my finger and his fingers answered on my dick.
I followed the underside of his dick down to crotch and the two waiting nuts imprisoned in a sac of loose skin. I couldn't help but compare. They were massive in proportion to mine. His pouch was wide and meaty to the touch, soft and wrinkled. It hung down loosely and rested comfortably against his crotch. They were too sizable for one hand. I reached around the leg closest to me and lifted one up at a time. My fingers rolled them and tested the pressure limits of his gigantic balls. I squeezed, rolled and even juggled them by throwing the sac in the air and catching them as they fell. Kirk's guttural moans were increasingly louder and automatically his thighs pushed wider to find more room for my play.
As I continued to play, his hand searched below my dick to find to my embarrassingly small nuts. I almost wished he couldn't. Finding himself limited because of my leg under his arm, he grabbed my knee and swung my body 45 shifting me so that my crotch was completely open to his hand and eyes. "Hey, I gotta have some fun too man." He smiled and his hand adjusted immediately. His long fingers found their way back to my comparably pencil thin dick and more. This time he grabbed my dick between his index and middle fingers latching under my crown so that the head stuck out. His lower two fingers were still free to flick and tickle my two child-like nuts while his thumb did wonders on the surface of my dick head slowly rubbing back and forth across my tiny dick hole and tickling around the edge. Occasionally he would ride up and down my shaft between those fingers and then settle again with teasing my sensitive head. Electricity shot up and won my groin and legs. I groaned with each twist of my dick head and brush on my nuts. My body arched and begged for release. Hormones flooding my body caused me to be dizzy. All I could feel was his hand.
"I'm feeling left out here pal. How about some help?"
His voice brought me back to my mission and right away I got back to business. One hand stayed attached to his two jewels while the other sought out his massive cock again. I pulled the hood of skin back from the head again and drank in the musky smell. Several times I pushed and pulled his jacket along the firm fleshy javelin. His muscles tightened all over his body in waves. His hips were thrusting in time as my fingers walked the full distance of his cock in slow rhythmic patterns.
His hand, latched onto my dick, went still. It delighted me to know that I could provide him such deep pleasure. My right hand continued to massage the massive sperm banks below and my left hand began to pick up speed as it rode his bucking cock back and forth for the full 8" or 9". His movements were becoming more exaggerated as he pushed forward to move my hand faster and twisted his torso slightly to either side. His eyes were closed and his body glistened from sweat.
I brought both hands now up to the task. The left stationed at his beautiful head just to play and squeeze it while the other now slid up and down his fine pole. His breathing deepened as his thighs began to push up ito the air to meet my hand's movements. At the tip, a thin stream of pre-cum was leaking out onto my fingers. Curious, I lifted my wet finger to my lips and tasted. It was sweet and I had to have more. I stopped the stroking motion momentarily and lifted his dribbling dick straight up in the air admiringly. Drop after drop pushed through the narrow slit onto his rounded head collecting within the collar of skin. I leaned down and licked across the surface of his crown. Kirk's moan as his body tensed. I licked once again and his hips rose up to meet my tongue.
"I'm cumming boy. Give me some help!"
I started to ride up and down the swollen, red shaft with all the speed I could muster.
He stopped my hand. "No, like this."
He moved my hand along his dick as though he were milking a cow. His hand was slow, restrained. With each down stroke, he squeezed my hands around his crown.
When he finished showing me, he demonstrated on my dick. The intensity of his slow movements and careful squeeze were extraordinary and I knew why he wanted it done that way now.
I grabbed his rock hard dick again and slowly, methodically moved along its neck, across the ridges of his crown and down again. Both of us were lifted somewhere between heaven and hell, wanting immediate relief but unwilling to stop the feeling the slow movements were building within.
After a time, his body tightened and he stretched open his legs more, almost pushing me away. He was ready and I was there to watch it all as I tried to focus on Kirk instead of his hand. Both of us were ready as the final seconds.
A final deep throat growl erupted from Kirk. He was cumming and the load had to be immense. He grabbed my free hand and cupped it just above his throbbing crown. As the gushing fluid erupted my hand shielded us both. Each spurt struck my hand hard and was redirected onto his stomach in a collection pool around his belly button. Steams of spilling fluid rocketed out until finally the flow was reduced to globs trickling over my hand hanging on just below his cock head for dear life. The tent filled with the smell of his rich semen. I looked down and a tiny white lake had formed on his stomach. There was so much that some began to spill over the side as his heavy breathing raised and lowered his stomach.
When he was finished he looked into my eyes. "That was sweet, kid. Now it's your turn."
His thumb massaged my slit again slowly and methodically and rode around the crest of my swollen tip. Pre-cum was flooding his hand and he used it to grease up his fingers along my cock. My body began to twitch.
"When you're ready to spit it out, lean over and shoot it into mine." he instructed matter-of-factly. He pulled on my dick and guided me around until I was on all fours over top of him with my dick pointed directly over his stomach and the thick pool of glistening cream.
His thumb went right back to work and I was so ready!
Almost immediately my body stiffened and I began to buck like a horny dog as I squirted my seconds into the waiting pool. I had very little to offer and was exhausted after I was finished. His two fingers tightened going down my dick, loosened and latched hold at the base again. He was milking me like a cow. The only remaining fluid were drops. I strained to produce more as if I had to show him I could pump out as much as he did, but it was no use. I was done. I sat down again next to my teacher disappointed. Both of us were breathing heavily. His hand still stroking my softening, worn out tool.
Kirk broke the silence: See what I mean kid. It's fun to go fishing with someone else's rod once in a while.
"I smiled a little."
"But we're not done yet. Time to clean up."
I reached over and grabbed his moist towel.
"No. not wipe up, clean up," he stated as his hand stopped mine holding the towel.
"How?"
"With your mouth, Jase. Your mouth."
"You mean lick it up?" I was thrown off stride and spoke before I thought about its attraction to me.
I looked down at the pool of white, murky liquid. I had let go of his soft took earlier and it lay dormant in the pool of sperm that he wanted me to drink in.
"Jase, we've both had some fun tonight and I hope we can do this again and other things this week, but unless you can help me out here, I don't see much for the rest of the week. The student always obeys his teacher. Let's call it initiation into the group". Kirk smiled and laid back watching me.
I desperately wanted more of him this week. I had no choice and moved to "clean up" our mess. I adjusted my position so I could easily bend over. Carefully I picked up his dick out of the pool with my hand. It was coated with cum and was slick to the touch. I looked at the cum-soaked rod as drops of cum fell back to the pool. Inside I had to admit that I had an overwhelming temptation to clean it first as though that would be completely natural.
I leaned toward his stomach and dipped my tongue in the puddle and drew it back in to taste. It was very different but manageable. I held my face down and dipped in a few more times like a dog lapping from a fresh stream testing its taste each time. Wanting to get it over with, I put my mouth fully over the pool and slurped in as much of it as I could like soup from a bowl then swallowed quickly. I finished off the rest of the pool with one more vacuum of Kirk's stomach. Next my tongue scrubbed around the area to get all that was left even along his sides where some had dribbled away and even sucked out his belly button. It turned me on like nothing else. I was hard again for the third time that night.
The only area left to clean was his hooded cock. I held it firmly at the base and brought it up to my face only inches from my mouth. My eyes feasted on each detail as it seemed to be awakening again. I opened my mouth and moved it to my lips with no hesitation. It was so warm and inviting I knew I would have no trouble finishing up my assignment.
Just then we heard footsteps crunching through the branches and terrain in back of the tent. We both jumped and slid into our bags just as the tent flap opened.
"How did ya'll sleep?" smiled the My Bryan, the Scout Master.
"One of the best camping nights I have had in a long time", Kirk answered quickly. "We'll be right out."
Kirk turned to me. "So much for our first night", he said with a satisfied smirk on his face sitting up in his sleeping bag. As he lifted to his knees he leaned over me and his dangling cock brushed across my lips and face. I reached out figuring he wanted me to finish. I quickly tucked it in and my tongue worked hard to clean what was left.
"Time to start our day boy," he said and pulled away his addicting pole.
We both got out clean clothes to dress. I sat there quietly. Once it sunk in what I had done with him and that it was over, I hung my head, embarrassed and ashamed. I was angry about what he had done and what I had agreed to.
"Hey, Jase, what's wrong?"
"Leave me alone. You got what you wanted." I turned away form him.
"Hey man, don't feel that way, we both got what we wanted. No one forced you to do what you did and no one forced me to do what I did. We both had fun. That's what it's all about. Nothin' wrong happened last night. We just had some fun. We have 4 more nights yet. I'm not done, believe me. Besides you did a hell of a job last night. I'm not giving you up."
I was silent.
Kirk scooted close to me and turned me around to face him. Looking me straight in the eyes, he reached down and grabbed my dick. Then he bent down pushed his face between my legs and sucked my soft dick into his mouth. His lip clamped on to its base and slowly backed away until it popped out of his mouth. He raised his head to me and stuck out his tongue. A tiny drop of my cum rested on its tip. With a mischievous smile and glint in his eyes he swallowed and licked his lips. That was all I needed. Lots more was to be learned from the Alpha male. I couldn't imagine how he would top last night, tonight. But I would be ready to do whatever he asked.