The events that follow are pure fiction, and any resemblance to real characters or events is purely coincidental. I appreciate your feedback. This is my first story ever. If you have comments or any suggestions, send an email to me at freekone@hushmail.com
D Blues
I got a hard-on on the bus to scout camp. This was in the 70s when the bus drivers would put sound systems in and Steely Dan's Deacon Blues was playing on the FM radio. It was dark and my big red pack was in the seat next to me so I adjusted it in my shorts and pleasured my self for a few minutes in the process. The super cute slightly effeminate images of the shaggy boys in my scout troop flashed in my head. I was too young to ejaculate, but I had been getting hard for as long as I can remember, it seemed to be always hard, unless I focused on getting it down, relaxing my body and maybe putting my bare feet on the cold bathroom floor. I could retract it on command after practicing in the bathroom. It would always be hard after I took a shit, and I knew it would get me in trouble in in the group showers in junior high, and of course you know, it was wrong to be a fag and all.
I had to do the same thing now, because the bus was turning into the camp and soon we would all have to pick up our packs and stumble off the bus into the autumn evening. The smell of the leaves made me hard too, and the bumping of the bus when we bounced off the highway onto the dirt road I got that tingling feeling as I gave my rigid member one last squeeze. Concentrate - no boners now, but that song is playing, there's something soft and warm about it, and soon we will be getting off, no-one can see it! Fuck maybe if I hold my sleeping bag in front of it, but thats' worse, that's the thing. Soon we'll be in tents together, naked or in our tightey whiteys, our sleeping bags only half open in the late summer midwestern heat. In the cool morning when everyone is really asleep it's so easy to accidentally roll onto another boys warm little body. Shit the bus was stopping.
"Come on, get off" said Kyle Rathaport, tripping on my backpack that fell into the isle. "Gimmi a sec man" I said waving him off. Thankfully it was still dark on the bus , and I slid out and had my backpack in front of me while I continued to try to retract, I slid my sleeping roll behind me and bonked Kyle playfully, and he lauged. He was beach blond and lighter than my freckled face, a bit taller and kind of geekier in an athletic way. We'd been tent mates before but was kind of shy or whatever, didn't get undressed in front of me. I was trying not to think of how I would love to have seen his tee shirt pull off over his head shaking out his shoulder length hair and then pulling off his jeans without a care and glancing at his bulge before he slides into his bag.
I was psyched when later Kyle came over to me as I was helping my pod leader set up the cook box. "Hey we're tent mates again - cool right?" Yea, I'll help you with the tent after I'm done here - pick a good spot - no rocks!
After we got the tent set up I was psyched when Kyle said to me "You want to do something" I tried not to be too eager of course. After getting permission we took a 'hike' out into the woods, hurriedly down the hill and over to the pond, which was kind of behind the auto dealership that marred the nature.
"Dude, where are we going?"
"We had to come over here so they would't suspect campers. Check it out"
Kyle pulled out two Salem cigarettes and a book of matches. "I had to grab the matches - that's why I asked to take a piss before we went buy the Boilermaker, I grabbed them off the stand by the entrance" And with that he lit a match and laughed.
"Shh" I said.
"They can't hear us down here"
We sat on rocks and each smoked a cigarette until we were both totally dizzy and euphoric. It felt so warm with him, and it was only the numbing effect of the nicotine that I didn't get hard right there. Kyle stood up but stumbled into me and laughed, He kind of landed on my lap and is warm body felt so good as I helped him to his feet. "Did you ever smoke before?" I asked.
"No!!" he laughed. "Oh, I feel, oh geese"
"Let's walk, that'll help" I put my arm around him and was in heaven as is young body held mine for balance in that foggy and beautiful place, the first nicotine buzz.
No one seemed to notice - we straightened up before we got back to the camp and went straight to the huge fire kindled with Oak leaves to mask the shameful smell of rebellion.
What was weird and really disappointing was that another boy, a newer but older scout was put in our tent, which really was a triple. But he seemed to be eager to fit in, so agreed to play strip poker when I pulled out some cards. I guess some people found out because later some older kids said 'Hey, you're supposed to play strip poker with girls!' they were laughing at me 'you don't play with guys, unless, that's who you want to see naked. . . you know, Queer!' Fuck, if I hadn't moved away from that town I would've ended up gay. I probably would have sucked off one or more of those boys because they already knew I was a little fag dick sucker before I even just about started puberty. You're so vulnerable then, it was right on the surface. It took moving and years and reinvention after reinvention to closet myself and get back straight.
It wasn't until the internet that I turned queer again. Sure all throughout high school I had incessant fantasies and well, I've always been curious. And oral, and this is the first time I admit it, I've taken a few cocks in my mouth. Shit, not really - except in my fantasies! And well, there's possibly one when I was really drunk, in a weird time after college, but I'm getting way the fuck ahead of myself!
Yea, strip poker, well the first time - we all stripped down to our undies, and I could see that Kyle was hard and so was I. The other boy went to bed, it was after lights out and me and Kyle each got into our sleeping bags. I was too cold to leave them open, but mine was unzipped.. I had to be bold I and I wanted to touch him. I wiggled my sleeping bag closer, and whispered to him, "can I feel it?" I think he mumbled consent and my hand was already sliding down his side towards his fresh new undies that his mom had just written his name on the waistband on, and I just boldly slid my hand under it, and onto his warm meat. It felt so good in my hand and then I was rewarded mightily when I felt his little hand I my aching boner. We were too young to know what to do beyond that and I hadn't matured enough to come the first time yet. But I wanted to. Humping this poor boys hand and exploring him with mine, I would've been the troop fag, maybe it would've been nice, and I would've been really social. Not there, not then. It's what happened, I won't be ruled by it even if I love my fantasies.
I think our reluctant tent mate eventually said "Are you guys done getting gay yet?" and we both pulled away from each other and nothing was ever mentioned of it for at least a month, but at the next camp out we were all in the tent together again. And I think this is the time the older kid had found out about, though I don't think the end part, which is seared in my mind. I suggested strip poker again and Kyle agreed though the other kid said - I'm going to bed! It was a boring game with only two players, and I was loosing on purpose and soon we were both in our undies. I lost on purpose again and took off mine. Kyle was looking at me, still hard and my little penis was throbbing too. He was a bit panicked I think. What now.
"How about if I loose I put it in my mouth." I suggested.
"What? no!" He was appalled I think, and said "I won, we should go in bed".
I relented and got in my sleeping bag. But then I said "I want to." I think he said OK, and he slipped his underwear down. I was in a daze - I was doing it, I didn't even know what, somewhere deep inside I wanted to pleasure this boy, and oh, head spinning, on my knees, over him, eyes closed, and oh, the smoothness. I'll never forget the smoothness of the head of Kyle Rathaports penis on my tong and on the roof of my mouth and his shock at how good and wrong I'm sure it felt to him. I've though about it so many times - why am I a dick sucker? It's just been my compulsion since I was little.
I wish I could say he blew a giant load in down my that or anything but him, after a few seconds of me having his cock, in my mouth pulling away and saying "OK, that's enough all right?, we should be asleep"
Soon after that I move away from that town. It wasn't until I got to my new town, in my fathers apartment bathroom that I pressed on my little penis, left thumb holding it down from the top, and right fingers rubbing 'the spot' underneath, that it happened, the surging. Oh my god the first surging ejaculation, it's so dirty and good, and the rich smell . . . oh it went everywhere and there were no thoughts at all in my mind, just fireworks.
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