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Scout Jackpot 11
Camp Adventures of Whopper Willy
I'm William Wang and I grew up in a conservative Chinese family. I have two older brothers, but we weren't that close, and both became medical doctors. Even though my parents grew up in South Africa they were still influenced a lot by Chinese values. Education, like in China, was a significant focus, and as children, we faced intense pressure to excel academically.
Traditional family values are strong in China and here. Respect for elders is important. Even though there are ancient records of homosexuality in Chinese culture, like most modern societies, public sentiment on homosexuality in China sits within a liminal space. While it is not outright condemned it isn't fully accepted as part of the norm. This is the case here too, and I must navigate the space carefully. I longed to be more open about my sexuality, but I knew better and kept things discreet.
My best friend was my neighbour Willem, and I spent much of my primary and high school years at his house. I liked the idea that I was William, and he was Willem. My first sexual experience was with Willem on a scout camp. After a long afternoon of endless activities, a campfire concert, and communal showers, Willem and I found ourselves alone in our room. I noticed how he looked at me, his eyes fixed on my dick. We climbed into our beds wearing our undies and he switched off the lights. Willem asked me if I wanked, and I told him that I did, "twice a day at least" I said.
He told me that he started masturbating two years ago and couldn't get enough and that he was hard talking about it. I told him that I was hard as well, and I got out of bed and joined him in his. Willem put his arm around me and pulled me close and put his hand around my erect dick and began wanking me. It felt good having someone else's hand on my dick, and I stretched out to touch his dick.
Willem went down on me and started to suck my dick. I had never experienced anything like this before and the warmth of his mouth on my dick made me even more randy. I had to stop him, or I would have shot my load then. I went down and took his dick into my mouth, the precum tasted sweet. Willem asked me to watch out for my teeth as it hurt. I made sure to use my lips and felt his dick throb before he shot into my mouth. I loved the taste of his cum and swallowed it. He came up and gave me a light kiss and then he went down and sucked me until I shot in his mouth.
I was mad about Willem, and I spent most of my time at his house. I attended the local Catholic school and Willem was at an Afrikaans school. His parents liked me, and because he was an only child, they treated me like his brother. I mostly spent Friday nights at his house. We would meet at the Scout Hall, and I would go home with him and spend the night at his place. We would then spend Saturdays together, but that was not the case when the rugby season was on, and Willem had to be at school.
Willem never commented on the size of my dick. I got the nickname "Whopper Willy" in Grade 9. I was 5' 10" and my dick was about 8" hard. It all happened after physical education class when we were all in the showers and I boned up, something I never had much control over at that stage of my life. One guy in the locker room saw and called me "Whopper Willy", and the next thing everyone's eyes were on my dick, and the name stuck. My dick was always bigger than my older brothers' dicks and they got me to show it to their friends, and I felt a bit like a freak show at the time and that was embarrassing too.
Willem always said that he loved my dick and that I should be proud. He always said that my impressive dick was there to dispel the myth that Chinese men had small dicks. I laughed and would add that the myth that Westerners have bigger penises, and better sexual ability was also false. I sometimes added: "A Hong Kong study proved that Chinese men have no reason to feel inferior about the size of their penises, they showed that Chinese men measured up to others elsewhere in the world below the belt."
Scouting was great. I got away from my controlling parents and saw more of Willem. We had a great time at an adventure camp where we were older. We arrived after lunch set up our tents and were taken to the obstacle course. We were divided into eight groups of six and gave ourselves team names. We called ourselves The Originals and tackled the obstacles with gusto.
That night the Lazy Leopards were on cooking duty and had to get the meat onto the barbeque. The salad and bread rolls were prepared by the camp staff. We only got to eat at eight and we were all starving. The scoutmaster sent us to shower before we were allowed to go to our tents. Bummer, Willem and I had to share with another person. Clive was a new boy who had just joined a troop in Pretoria. At first, he came across as being very shy, and Willem and I made him feel at home. We were exhausted on the first night and fell asleep very quickly. I woke up at around midnight with Willem wanking my dick which was hard as hell. At first, I thought I was dreaming but it was very real, as he wanked me vigorously and I shot my load on my sleeping bag. Willem leaned over and whispered in my ear: "Now me".
I returned the favour, careful to keep the noise down not wake Clive. I went straight back to sleep, and I dreamt about Willem. The next morning, we were up each and showered before breakfast. Brown-skinned Clive joined us in the shower. He had brown eyes and beautiful short black hair. His dick was impressive, and he had a thick bush of black pubic hair, and I wanted to get a closer look.
After breakfast, we were given maps and had to follow a route and collect cards at different points. Clive and I hiked together some of the way and spoke a lot. He told me about his time in school and his experience with an adventure club there. He also told me that he heard and saw what Willem and I were doing the night before and wanted to be part of it.
In the afternoon we went swimming at the base of a small waterfall. The water was icy cold, but it was all a lot of fun. Most of us swam in swimming costumes, but some guys swam in underwear. Clive was a year older than Willem and me and was almost six feet tall. He had been through a growth spurt, and his body was more muscular than ours and more developed. His dick was semi-hard when I looked, and he was so much bigger than Willem.
We played charades around the campfire after supper, with the fire providing just enough light to see the actions. After hot drinking hot chocolate, we were sent off to shower. Clive, Willem and I immediately got hold of each other's dicks as soon as we zipped up the tent. We stripped and Clive had my dick in his mouth playing with my foreskin. He got his tongue in between the skin, and the glans and made me feel good. Willem had Clive's dick in his mouth, and I had to put my hand on his mouth to keep him quiet. I came in no time and immediately when down to Willem's dick to satisfy him. It was a great session and Clive whispered:
"Guys that was fantastic, thanks for including me."
We got another chance the next afternoon when we swam under the waterfall again. Only a few of us wanted to swim, and in the end, only Willem, Clive, and I stayed behind to swim. We told the scoutmaster that we would return shortly, and we took the opportunity to skinny dip.
We all had raging hard-ons, and it was great seeing each other's bodies in daylight. Clive sucked my top lip as I stroked his hair and then hugged him to me. I kissed his lips, and my tongue slipped into his hot, wet, sweet mouth. We sucked on each other's tongues, and our hands ran over each other's backs and bums. I took his dick in my hand and started to slowly wank him and play with his balls and nipples. He purred away as his eyes closed and his head rocked from side to side. Willem kept a lookout for anyone approaching.
I kept watch while Willem and Clive kissed under the water spray. They had each other's dicks in their hands and wanked away. I noticed how expertly Clive handled Willem and how he seemed to tease him with his tongue. They shot their cum onto each other and then washed themselves under the spray of the waterfall.
Kyle, a red-haired twenty-something scoutmaster approached me as our group was boarding the bus to return to Joburg: "I saw what you guys were up to on this camp, and I want some action next time."
He winked at me and felt my face turn red, and I wondered exactly what he had seen. Kyle slapped my arse as I climbed onto the bus.
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