This story is fiction. Similarities between characters and people, either living or dead, are coincidental. This story contains sex and adult themes and should not be viewed by minors. This story is copyright Gabriel Duncan, 2008.
Feedback should be sent to cracked34r7h (at) || GMAIL || {dot} com.
Here are some definitions for the abbreviations you will find in this story:
SPL = Senior Patrol Leader ASPL = Assistant Senior Patrol Leader PL = Patrol Leader APL = Assistant Patrol Leader
Boy Scout Ranking (from lowest to highest) : Tenderfoot, Scout, Second Class, First Class, Star, Life, Eagle
Codes: T/T Oral, Anal Keywords: Camping, Scouts
Tobey A Prequel to "Aaron's Bro"
By: Gabriel Duncan
When I was younger, I lived for Scout Camp. Going away for that week or two, up in the Sierras, with all the fresh air. Man, I miss it whenever I think about it. My friend from camp was Tobey. He was a stocky dude, not fat, not really chubby, just big, you know. He and I had been friends for three summers. Tobey was in troop two thirty-seven or something, over in SoCal, around San Bernardino maybe. It sucked that he lived so far away. We never really even had contact outside of camp, actually. When all this happened, it was Tobey's last year at camp. He had just finished his Eagle Project at the end of the school year and he was going to be turning seventeen during camp. He wasn't incredibly old. Well, a little. But at least he wasn't one of those eighteen year-old first class scouts, putting off finishing their requirements until the eleventh hour. I was fifteen at the time, and was three merit badges away from completing my Eagle requirements.
Our troops were staying across the rode from each other at the campsite. We had raised platform, semi-permanent tents with heavy canvas walls and roofs. There were even beds. Sure the bare spring and foam pad kind, but it was a relief to not have to set up our tents and to be able to stand when we changed. (There were more bugs, though. And sometimes I found some really strange looking ones crawling on me in the middle of the night.) The lake was maybe a hundred yards away, and it looked good. Weather up in the Sierras in the summer is pretty warm. Some might call it hot. But I felt pretty comfortable in a hundred degree weather. The scout camps we went to weren't super-structured. We had merit badge classes that last for a whole week, and took up a four hour chunk of our days. But they were cool. Seemed like all the scoutmasters made a deal to just do the fun merit badges at camp and save the boring ones for a "seminar" or whatever during the rainy season. The rest of the time was for troop-organized activities.
But there's something else. Across the lake, hidden in a cove, was the girl scout camp. Fucking El Dorado. Yeah.... I know. We all thought it was a joke, too. Some kind of "legend" or something. But one day, some of them actually came over and hung out with us during lunch. It was amazing. There were six of them, five girls and one leader, I remember it clearly. I was sitting on the bench in our campsite, chatting with Jon, my APL (assistant patrol leader), when Charlie, the Quarter Master of Snake Patrol came up yelling about girls. That was all it took. I stood immediately and saw there were other people running down towards the harbor. With a grin to Jon I ran off as fast and hard as I could. I jumped over rocks and branches and dodged bushes and trees until I couldn't breathe. But when I got there, I watched them from a little hill. Six of them. They were all beautiful, I remember. Although I can't tell you what they looked like or what they were wearing. The whole thing seemed magical. Like a visit from mermaids.
We'd never dared, but Tobey and I always joked about taking a detachment of scouts to go check out their barracks after dark. We had all the equipment we needed, I mean, the camp did. Borrowing it was easy. But we knew it was a bad idea. We would probably be kicked out of camp. And maybe even out of scouts. I hope you're getting this camaraderie thing Tobey and I had. When we were tied up with troop-stuff, we were usually hanging out at camp. This was pretty much the event I anticipated more than summer itself. I guess Tobey was going all out. I was fifteen, Tobey was seventeen. We weren't bad asses, but we definitely were missing some scout spirit when it came to being obedient, clean and reverent. Yeah.
So let's cut into Free Time, two days before the end of camp. Tobey and I are sitting propped up against a log about two hundred yards away from camp. It is a hot day (one-hundred and five hot), and we've decided to pick a spot under the shade of a big pine tree. All around us there's the buzzing of insects.
Tobey passed me the blunt. And let out a huge, coughing rip. [Man, I told you we weren't saints. But, hey, I wasn't drinking yet.] His moppy black hair shook as he coughed.
"Holy shit!" He exclaimed.
"Yeah," I said, and puffed on it.
Our correspondence between camps consisted mainly of catch-ups. And it didn't take a lot of hinting around to figure out we both smoked. There weren't many other kids who smoked pot at camp. At least, we were friends with them. Hank was, like, the one other kid who smoked in his troop. I didn't know of anyone in mine.
"Where's Hank?" I asked.
"Dunno, actually," Tobey replied. "Think we should go find him?"
It was cool smoking with Tobey and everything. But I felt like hanging out with more people. Maybe we could find other people who smoked. I told him that and he agreed. So he put out the blunt, stuffed it back in a double zip-loc thing he worked out and we headed out. Right before we broke cover, we took a few eye drops each. As Tobey went to check Hank's tent, I went to the bathroom to take a leak.
There were a couple of guys showering in there, talking. I didn't look to see if I knew them. I walked into the middle stall and locked the door. As I was turning towards the pot, I heard the rustling of clothes, a guy whisper another guy's name. I didn't really give it much mind as I started pissing. It was kind of dim in the bathroom, as it didn't have any lights, and all of the windows were high, and mostly covered by trees. I listened to the sound of the showers and the guys talking about the rifle merit badge and my stream hitting the bowl and pretty much relieved myself. But, on the other side of my stall, the wall gave a little thump. This time I definitely heard a grunt. As I finished and flushed, I heard more thumping. When I bent over and looked under the partition, I saw that there was someone sitting on the toilet next door, and someone kneeling in front of him and between his legs.
"No fucking way," I muttered to myself silently.
I walked out of my stall normally. But then--as quickly and quietly as I could--I snuck back into my stall and got up on the toilet. This was too good to pass up. At this time I was still a total virgin, and had only managed to score a hand job or two. Yeah, desperate, right? Anyway, I looked over the partition and there was Brian. He was in my patrol. He was this skinny kid, I think he was fourteen. Ever since he made it to second class he wanted a job in the patrol. My sister went to school with him. We were bunking together. And oh my god, there was Hank, Tobey's fifteen year old Star APL, on his knees sucking the kid's dick. I couldn't help but be irreverent. I couldn't control it, god, I'm sorry.
"Jesus Christ!" I exclaimed.
As soon as I said it, I realized we were all kind of fucked. Those guys who were showering would definitely come to see what was happening. But Hank was up and out of there before I could even blink. Brian was still sitting there when I casually walked out of my stall.
"Come on," I said, not really knowing if I should bust him or just get him the fuck out of there. He followed me out and towards our base. All the while my mind was whirring with what I had just seen. We went into our tent. He looked incredibly guilty.
As soon as he sat on the bunk across from me he asked, "Are you going to tell anyone?"
"Erm," I stammered. I was his PL and he was just a member. I was a little disgusted but I knew I saw something I shouldn't have. So, I couldn't really bust him for doing anything bad. Because he wasn't really doing anything. 'I can't believe Hank was actually doing that.' I thought to myself. I couldn't believe I was sitting there with Brian. Who was two years younger, who was getting more play than I was. I felt repulsed and jealous all at the same time. Suddenly I stopped thinking so much about the fact that I just saw Hank blowing Brian and just started thinking about how I've never had a blow job in my life.
"Fuck, dude," I said, frustrated now, "Just .... Don't get caught doing that again, okay?"
I gave him a serious look then. I don't know why. It just felt right. Brian nodded and I left before he did, to find Tobey. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I think the weed was hitting me around then. As I walked across the dirt and gravel, I wasn't very aware of the other people around me. Tobey was waiting by our flag pole. Hank was standing behind him, trying not to look at me.
"What's up, dude?" I said.
"What up, man," We slapped palms and slid our shake.
I looked at Hank. He gave me a weak hey. I kind of chuckled. Not to be an asshole but just because I had this enormous dirt on him. Okay, so maybe that is an asshole'ish thing to think. But, come on. I wondered if Tobey knew about him. Tobey ran the whole affair. We cut out to the edge of the lake and walked along it until Tobey thought we were clear of the camp. We sat around some rocks and Tobey pulled out the mostly unsmoked blunt we'd saved from earlier.
"So what took you so long?" Tobey asked.
"I had to talk with Brian about something," I told him.
Hank looked alarmed and his face flushed. Tobey lit the blunt and took a couple big hits.
"Oh yeah?" He said, handing it to me. "What'd he do?"
"Nothing," I hit the blunt and sucked in some air so I could talk without letting smoke out, "Just caught him doing something he shouldn't have been, so I straightened him out a little."
"Oh," Tobey chuckled. "You got a little rebel on your hands, eh?"
"I guess you could call him little," I laughed.
"What?!" Tobey became serious.
"Nothing, man, just fucking around," I told him.
I looked out across the lake. It was a little later in the afternoon now, so the sun had eased up, and now a gentle breeze was sweeping over us. The lake sat calmly in front of us, and I watched the water skeeters glide across its surface. Off in the distance I tried to imagine the girls. So far away. This was the first time other than the mornings that I wanted to be with a chick. It was a gentle ache that settled in my stomach. The thought that my friends could be finding relief with each other was kind of disconcerting too.
"What's wrong?" Tobey asked.
"Nothing," I told him.
I realized then that they were both watching me. It's not like I had stopped passing the blunt or anything. I guess I was just obviously pre-occupied. When Hank asked if he could talk to me for a sec, Tobey had this look on his face. It was surprise, mostly. But there was something else. I passed the blunt and followed Hank a couple yards away from Tobey.
"You're not gonna tell him what you saw, right?" Hank asked.
Hank was just as tall as me. He was two years older. He was thinner and I wasn't really sure. I probably would have told Tobey. But Hank was his right-hand man. But I didn't have anyone else to tell this to and I wanted to talk to somebody about it, really badly. I looked at Hank, wondering if I could talk to him. All the the while I was thinking about this, I knew I was getting hard. I hadn't jerked off in the past couple of days because Brian was always awake before me, and waiting for me to get up. Fuck. This was a problem because I was wearing really thin basketball shorts and boxers. Nothing to contain the bone I was sprouting. I tried to keep it down.
"Well?" He asked, looking me square in the eyes.
I stared his green eyes, and his bushy brown eyebrows. He was tanned, but there was some skin peeling off his nose. His lips were chapped. I started feeling kinda lightheaded from being very stoned and very horny.
"What?" I asked, just looking at him.
Hank looked down at my crotch for a new york minute. And I looked too, just to make sure my bulge wasn't too big yet. The whole time I was willing it to play dead. Then he grinned at me. I looked back over at Tobey. He was watching the whole thing.
"I don't know," I whispered to him. Meaning probably, yeah, I'm gonna tell him.
Hank's face dropped.
"For real?" Hank looked at me, "You're gonna do me like that, dude?"
"No," I told him, "Well, I don't know. He's the only guy I talk to."
"Well, would you please not?" Hank pleaded, "I don't care if you tell anyone else. Well I do. But I don't care as long as Tobey doesn't find out."
"Why?" I asked him.
Hank just blushed and shook his head.
"If I ask Tobey," I looked at Hank, giving him a chance to interrupt me. "Is Tobey going to tell me why you don't want him to know when I tell him what I saw?"
"Let me put it this way," Hank's look intensified, "If you tell him, I'll fuck you up. Tobey is, like, my best friend ever. You're only his best friend, here, okay? When this is over, we go back Down South, and you go back to the Bay Area. It's like there's different rules here, okay? It's not right for you to mess this up when you've been having fun like smoking pot, too."
He was right. "Okay," I said.
Hank smiled and hugged me. "Thanks, dude," He said, "You don't know how much that means."
I didn't ask him if he was gay. I knew there was a lot I probably didn't need to know about this situation. And, for once, I just kept my mouth shut instead of asking questions. I didn't really want to cause conflict and Hank seemed to feel really strongly about this issue. So we walked back over to Tobey and sat down. Tobey looked at both of us for a sec.
"What was all that about?" He asked.
"Nothing." We said at once.
I took my pipe out of my pocket, and the weed out of my sock. "One more bowl?" I asked.
"I don't know man." Hank said.
"Yeah dude," Tobey agreed, "I'm pretty toasted."
I felt kinda let down. But I was high, so I couldn't really complain. We walked back to my site. They said goodbye to me there. I watched them walk off and go in Tobey's tent. I sighed and looked around. Only nine scouts had come up to camp this year. Even though we had about twenty or so regulars. We were split up into two patrols. Mine was the smaller and consisted of four people; Brian, me and two other shy scouts. They had shown up the first day of school together and became friends. Tim and Patrick. They were in Eagle Patrol so I didn't really pay too much attention, as they seemed to be able to direct themselves. Actually, I was pretty impressed with how quickly those two were getting merit badges.
Snake Patrol consisted of Connor, Jake, Nathan, King and Gordon. I know they don't play a role in this story. But there's always a couple of them milling around the camp at any given moment. At the given moment I decided to look around, Connor was fiddling around with his wet swimsuit, trying to get it on a clothesline strung between two slim pines. King and Gordon were playing cards with Brian at the table. And Tim and Patrick, the noobs, were studying a biology merit badge guide. I gave Tim and Patrick some encouragement before I retired to my tent.
Even though it was out of direct sunlight, my tent was stuffy. I wished I could have stayed at the lake, actually. I stripped off my t-shirt and wiped the sweat off my face. The bed springs squeaked as I settled down. It felt good. I rolled up my shirt and put it over my eyes so I could relax. I had only been laying down for twenty or so minutes when I heard a pair of feet stop outside of the tent, and the canvas flaps being pushed aside. The flaps stayed open for a second, and then they closed. I could tell someone was inside the tent now.
"Hey," It was Brian's voice. I'd heard him whisper that to me for the past few nights, wondering if I was still awake so we could talk.
But I didn't answer him this time. I heard him shuffling around with something. A zipper open. Then it all stopped. I could hear him get on his bed. He called my name one more time. A few seconds passed before I could hear him fumbling around with his belt. I heard a rubbing sound start. It was soft at first. I could tell he was going really fast and then stopping. And going really fast, then stopping again. 'Oh my god, he's jerking off!" I thought. I listened as his breathing started getting hard and the springs on his bed started squeaking a little.
We'd all heard each other jerking off in the dorms during winter camp. But this was different. This was during the day. And this was Brian, whose dick I saw sliding in and out of Hank's mouth an hour ago. I don't know why he had to this when I was there. He could have done it when I left to find Tobey and Hank. I wish he had. Because I was started to get horny again and I wanted to adjust my boner so he couldn't see it, but I was supposed to be asleep. "I should have gotten into my bag," I thought. I was quickly losing control.
All of a sudden the rustling stopped on the other side of the room. I could hear both of Brian's feet hit the floor. The platform creaked beneath him as he closed the two steps to my bunk. I knew he was looking at me. I was kind of hard. I don't know why. Maybe hearing him jerk off made me want to jerk off.
"Wow." I heard him say.
Then he groped me. I wanted to slap his ass out of the tent. The way he grabbed my cock, it was rough. He dug his fingers into my bulge to find my balls. Brian was breathing really heavy and I knew the little fag was getting off on me. I was disgusted. But the part of me he was rubbing was kind hoping he would take it out. I didn't know what to think, really. I knew it was wrong because I liked girls. And it was wrong because he didn't ask me. But I was bothered by not knowing if I would have let him if he did. Then I wondered if I would let other guys touch me. As he rubbed all around my dick and balls, I wondered what I'd do if Tobey asked to touch my dick. I could just imagine Tobey standing up above me, feeling me up. I think I'd let him. I let myself get a little into then. As Brian became Tobey.
"You're so hot," Brian groaned, squeezing my dick harder.
I had to suppress a surprised grunt, as my cock throbbed and I could feel it ooze. Brian's fingers slid over my shaft. He wrapped his fist around my cock and rubbed really hard and really fast over the head with his thumb. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh. But just as soon as I let the first euphoric wave pass over me, I snapped back to reality.
I couldn't believe this little kid was feeling me up while he thought I was asleep. It made me wonder what else he did to me while I was sleeping. And that's not a kinky thought with a horny grin. It was me realizing he could have been doing this to me the whole camp without me even knowing.
Even though I was a little horny in the beginning, it still didn't change the fact that this guy was feeling me up in my sleep. He had his pants down and his cock out and he was getting off on looking at me and feeling me up! So the closer he got to coming, the more pissed off I got at him for doing this me. A fucking kid, too! After a couple minutes of him toying with my shit, I heard him grunt. A drop hit my arm. That was it.
I pretended to wake up and pulled the shirt off my face before he could even move. He knew he was in trouble now. Really big trouble. Because I wasn't even trying to hide the fact that I wanted to kick his ass. He was so terrified that he turned to run, but tripped on his shorts. I wanted to pummel the little fucker, I really did. The urge was so that I could feel my fists in his body. I don't think I've ever felt like that before. But I knew violence was not the answer. No matter how fucked up what he just did to me was. So I told him to find himself a new bunk mate. And to leave me the fuck alone for the rest of camp. He tried to apologize. He started sniffling and shit. But I just wiped his sperm back on him and told him to pack. I pulled out my sack right in front of him, and my pipe, and left.
Tobey was chillin out with Hank out in front of their tent. Somehow, they'd managed to make it look homey. Their swimsuits were drying on a clothes. They had water and sand cans outside. The flaps on their tent were open and I could see their beds were turned and their gear was neatly stowed beneath their beds. Even in a haze of near rage I had to give them props for being so damn neat. Tobey could tell I was pissed. Hank just stared at me, unsure what to think. When I told Tobey I needed to talk, Hank wanted to come but I told him it was A and B.
When we hit the cover of the woods, I started to jog a little further, just to get away. I jogged through the forest, all the way to the spot by the lake. And I did it without telling him what was up. We were both kind of out of breath when we arrived. I sat down, still not saying anything, pulled out my sack, took a big pinch, and shoved it in the pipe. Then I took two really big hits. I stared out across the river and counted to ten before I exhaled. As Tobey began hitting the pipe I spoke up.
"So, I went to go take a nap right?" I told him.
"No, way, me too." Tobey grinned.
"It's not like that," I said. "Well, it was. I was really stoned. But then Brian came in. I wasn't supposed to tell you. But I kinda of saw someone giving Brian head earlier in the bathroom."
Tobey gave me his full attention then and hopped to his knees in front of me.
"Brian?!" Tobey asked. "Who was it?"
"I can't tell you." I told him, "Anyway, I caught them. And I took Brian to the tent and told him not to get caught again, right?"
"Whoa!" Tobey looked surprised, "You didn't bust him?"
"Well, it's not like I was supposed to see what they were doing, you know? And it's not like he was doing anything wrong...." I thought for a minute. "Well, at least I didn't think he was."
"What do you mean?" Tobey asked.
"Well, after you, me and Hank finished smoking that blunt I went to take a nap, right? I put my shirt over my eyes and stuff so I could sleep, you know? And Brian came in. I couldn't see him. But I heard him because he checked to see if I was awake. Then I heard him take his pants down and start jerking off." I recounted.
Tobey adjusted his crotch, something I thought was a little weird, "Really?! Then what happened?"
"Well, he was totally beating it, right? I could hear his hand slapping his balls. It was okay until I heard him stop and walk over to me." I looked at Tobey and he was kind of gaping. "Well, umm . . . . I got kind of hard during the whole thing, I guess 'cause he's been there the whole time and I haven't jerked off since I got here pretty much. So he looks at it and goes 'whoa' right? Then he touches it."
"No fucking way," Tobey says.
"Yeah, dude, the little faggot was getting off on touching me." I told him. "He fucking . . . stood there for, like, ten minutes jerking off while he was perving on me, man."
"Did he come?" Tobey asked.
"I don't know," I lied.
"Did you like it?" He asked.
I was feeling pretty grossed out telling him the whole thing. So when he asked I was kinda shocked sober. I looked at him for a second. Wondering if I should be trying to make connections. Tobey was still kneeling in front of me, wearing his scout shirt with no neckerchief. He was pretty decorated; if you could call it that. I was most envious of his Jamboree patches. Seemed like he wore a different one everyday. He had been in the scouts since he was a Cub. He had seen a lot more than me and, with a deflated feeling, I realized I might have been overreacting a little bit.
"Promise you won't tell?" I asked him.
Tobey totally grinned and busted me, "You did, huh?!"
"Promise?!" I asked him again.
"Yeah," Tobey laughed, "Yeah, okay."
"I kind of did. It felt good. But I didn't like that he was being such a perv about it." I told him.
"What did you do?" Tobey asked.
I skipped the part about him coming on me because that was really fucked up and really embarrassing. And gross. "I pretended to wake up and catch him, right?"
Tobey's eyes got really big. "Did you kick his ass?"
"No," I said, "I just kicked him out. Told him to bunk with someone else and not talk to me for the est of camp."
"Oh," Tobey said, sounding kinda let down.
I'd expected a different reaction, honestly. I'm not sure what. But "oh" didn't really cut it. I guess I wanted comforting. I felt molested. I felt frustrated because all this shit was going on and all I really ever wanted was a chick but now there's Brian and Hank being gay together and then Brian tried to be gay with me. Or make me gay in my sleep. Did he try and make me gay? I liked it. But I didn't want to. I didn't really know what to think. And I didn't really know what I thought Tobey could do about it. But telling him made me feel a lot better already.
"So you've never fucked around with another guy before?" Tobey asked.
"What?!" I almost yelled, "No!"
"Why?"
"What why? It's gay. I'm not gay."
"Have you ever jerked off with another guy before?"
"No."
Tobey was focused on me intently. His eyes were sparkling.
"What would you say if I told you I have?" He asked.
I looked at him, believing that he was lying.
"Because I have," He said.
"I don't think I really care to know about that." I told him.
"Dude, I can't believe you're such a prude." He scoffed. "I bet you almost all the guys here have done it at least once with their friends."
"No way, man." I replied.
"Are you telling me you've never heard your tent mate jerking it?" He asked accusingly.
"Well . . . yeah, I have." I said truthfully, "But I didn't get up and go join him!"
"If Brian were a girl, would you have let her feel you like that?"
I took a moment to think back on it. If Brian were a girl, I'd let her do whatever she wanted to me. If she were standing right there, rubbing on her clit and staring at my bulge, I would have let her do anything she wanted. I got hard in an instant. I was wearing gym shorts and boxers, so I was hoping that Tobey, who was kneeling across from me, wouldn't be able to tell that my cock had just wormed it's way down the left leg of my shorts.
"Yeah, dude," I told him, "If Brian were a chick, I would have let her do it."
"What if he were Alicia?" He asked.
Alicia was a lifeguard. She was kind of short, with long brunette hair and green eyes. She's got nice big tits and sometimes you can see her pussy hair through her bikini. Whenever I swam in the lake, it would be right in front of her. How many nights had I lied awake wishing I could suck her tits. Wishing I could get her alone and put the moves on her. My cock throbbed and I could feel the liquid already gathering at the tip. I had a monster hardon now and I knew it wouldn't go down anytime soon. I gave in and squeezed it.
"Dude," I told Tobey, "I'd let Alicia do anything she wants to me."
"What if she got on top of you and started sucking your dick and shoving her pussy in your face. Would you lick it?" Tobey asked, watching my cock throb in reaction to his question. Toby and I had talked about doing stuff to chicks. But he'd never talked to me like this before. It was a turn on.
"Yeah, I'd lick her pussy all over. Then I'd stick my tongue in her hole. Dude I'm so fucking horny. I haven't jerked off since I left." I told him.
"I know what you mean." Tobey said, rubbing his cock through his shorts. I could tell he was hard. "Have you seen her hair poking out of her bathing suit?"
"Yeah, dude! And it's hot." I said, rubbing my cock some more. I knew where this was going and by now I didn't care. After getting squirted on and watching some kid get head when all I got was more and more frustrated I was ready to bust it on the scoutmaster's bald old head if I had to.
"I bet you she'd do it, too." Tobey told me. He was watching my cock pulse. "I bet you she'd love to take your shorts off and suck your dick while you were swimming, in front of everyone."
I groaned, and we both watched as my dick twitched again.
"I'll bet you if she were here, she'd let you suck her nipples and finger her," Tobey told me.
I was beyond caring whether or not he should be able to get me this hot. I was beyond stopping. I was HORNY and I wanted relief NOW. And Tobey could tell. He knew how to pull my strings, and I wouldn't realize how he'd got me exactly where he wanted me until later. But for now, I was beginning to get a restless feeling. I looked around, to make sure no one else was around, suddenly feeling like a deer watched by a hunter.
"Wanna jerk it here?" Tobey asked, giving me a grin, already undoing his shorts. As soon as he pulled them open, his dick shot out. He wasn't wearing any underwear.
I was too horny to really give a fuck. I one-upped him by just getting naked and sitting on my underwear. Tobey looked at my dick. My average uncut fifteen year old dick. I had a nice bush growing. I tugged on my balls as I got used to being naked.
"Wow," he said, "You're hard."
I was leaking, too. Tobey took off his shirt and his shorts. As he bent over I noticed he had a bubble butt. When he turned around I saw that his pubic hair was more conservative, but he had hairy thighs. His balls looked big. Though his cock was only a little longer than mine, mine was thicker. Like I said, he was a big guy, he had a bit of a gut but he was strong. After Tobey sat back down, we stared shyly at each other until Tobey got this grin.
"I saw her pussy once." Tobey spat out.
"Really?!" I asked, jealous again.
"Yeah, it was when she was sitting up on the dock watching us swim. Her suit was pulled to the side a little and I could see her hairy pussy." Tobey told me.
"Oh fuck," I groaned.
He proceeded to give me a description of her pussy lips and the way her pussy hole winked when she shifted positions. He even told me how she slid a couple fingers over it, and started rubbing her pussy a little before she realized he could see. We started stroking. I asked him to tell me more stories. Tobey told me about this one time he fucked a cheerleader during the pancake fund raiser back home. How her pussy was wet and tight. How the girl moaned and spazzed out on his cock. The whole time Tobey was getting closer to me, you know sitting closer and closer. I would close my eyes and imagine I was Tobey fucking this hot chick. And when I would open them, Tobey would be closer, looking at my cock. Or grinning at me with that sparkle in his eye. I was about to get my world rocked.
"Are you really horny?" Tobey asked me.
I kind of scoffed and shook my cock at him. "What do you think?"
I shook it again for good measure. This time, we both saw a thick gob of precum slide through the air, like a comet, leading a trail all the way to my thigh. Tobey let out a gasp. I knew he liked guys then. At least I thought I knew. When I looked into Tobey's blood-shot green eyes and saw his puffy red cheeks, the beads of perspiration on his face, I knew he wanted me just like Brian did. Except this time I was awake. I knew a lot of people my age bullshitted about bagging the babysitter; or their friend's mom; or the MILF across the street; or just about anything if it means cool points. And I wondered if Tobey was bullshitting now. My friend's mom has this phrase, "You can't bullshit a bullshitter." But Tobey was too close to the line to guess. Either way, I knew that if he wanted to touch me, I would let him. And no matter what bullshit he was sayin, those eyes weren't lyin.
"Do you want me to tell you more stories?" Tobey asked, his excitement showing.
"Hell yeah," I told him.
"Okay," Tobey said, "But, first, do you trust me?"
"Of course I do, Tobey," I told him truthfully.
He picked up his shirt and handed it out to me, "So, if I ask you to put this over and you can't look the whole time I tell you the story...."
He looked at me seriously, "Do you promise not to look?"
Inside, I was absolutely careening against the walls of adrenaline. But when I told him yeah, I tried to play it cool. We weren't talking about what he was gonna do to me while he told the story. But it didn't take a genius to figure it out. Tobey stood up and walked behind me. I watched his cock bob in front of him. As he tied the shirt around my face, I couldn't help but notice how Tobey's shirt sort of smelled like man. I could smell his pits. I loved that smell. It was one of my secret fetishes and I was beside myself with how much I was loving this already.
Tobey began: "So I was hanging out at this chick, Cleo's place. She was a redhead, totally Irish. Petite, but she had nice tits and ass. She was such a slut. But I liked her a lot. We had a good friendship, even though sometimes it was a little strained. She was always with a different dude every time I turned around. And there were months in between when we didn't talk. But it was the nature of our relationship. And as such, you know...
"Fuck, I lost my train of thought. Anyway, I'm at her place and we're on her bed and she's just got finished talking about her latest conquest when she turns to me and asks me if I'm a virgin. Are you a virgin?"
When I didn't respond, I felt his fingertips brush my nipples.
"Hello?" He asked.
"Yes," I told him.
"Wow, that's what I told her." Tobey got back into it, his hands holding my thighs now. It felt kinda nice. I wasn't touching myself at all now, and my whole body was tingly. "Anyway, she asked me if I was turned on by chicks and I told her, yeah. Then she was like, 'Well I don't know why you're still a virgin.' And she ran her hands all over me just like this."
Tobey slid his hands from my thighs up to my chest and over my shoulders, gripping them. He said, "'You're really cute.' And then she asked me if she turned me on. It was kinda surprising, you know, 'cause we were really close friends. But then she kissed me. Like a full french kiss."
He stopped talking for a second, his hands fell back to my thighs and I thought the kiss was coming. But he didn't. In its absence I became more aware of warm breeze blowing across the wind. It sent a tingle down my spin. I shivered, and broke out in goosebumps. Tobey tweaked my hard nipples. I grunted slowly giving in. Tobey's voice was low and raspy. I could feel him sitting across from me. Even though the only part of him that was touching me were his hands.
"Then she pulled off her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra and her tits had freckles on them. The whole time I was thinking, 'Oh my god!' Right? Cleo's tits were so awesome like double C's I just stared. She kinda laughed at me then and grabbed my belt." His hands slid in little circles at my waist. I could feel him adjust and his arms were hugging my thighs. I knew his face was right in front of my dick. I could barely feel his breath on my balls. "Then she pulled out my dick and sucked on it as she pulled my pants down."
Tobey's tongue slid around my dick, quickly followed by his mouth. I knew it was his mouth because I heard him slurp on the head as he played with it. Then he stopped.
"She kept sucking my dick as she got between my legs and pulled her panties off." Tobey slurped on my dick some more.
This was outstanding. Someone was worshiping my cock. I grunted and tried to hold off the whole time. Tobey was really good. His lips slid over my balls and along my shaft until he dipped down over the head with his mouth. He bobbed there for a second. Then he slid all the way down, slowly. I groaned in exquisite agony as he held me there working his head side-to-side. Not seeing anything the whole time, I was left to imagine what Cleo looked like, as she sucked my dick. Tobey worked on my me until I wanted to come and then he stopped. My cock was was wet. There was saliva dripping off my balls. I was pulsing and panting, my whole body felt hot.
"Do you like it so far?" Tobey asked. I could hear the grin in his voice. I must have looked pretty dumb out there, naked, with a hard wet dick and a blindfold in the middle of the forest. But I wanted more.
"Yeah!" I told him, "This is awesome. I didn't know it could feel this good. How come you didn't tell me you liked doing this?"
I groaned as my cock throbbed painfully.
"Because I didn't think you'd want to do anything with me. And I never got the chance." Tobey replied.
I could hear him rustling around in front of me. I heard him pop open a lid and squirt something. I had no idea what he was doing. But then I felt him get closer, and his body brushed against my chest. This was the first time I really had an urge to look. Then I heard the lip pop again and his hand was spreading something slick over my dick.
"What Brian did you got you horny, for real, though, huh?" Tobey asked as he stroked my dick.
"Yeah," I breathed.
"Do you want to try something else?" He asked.
For some reason, I felt a little nervous. But I still said yes. He held on to my cock and I heard him say hold on as he rubbed it against him. It got caught in his crack. Oh my god he wanted me to fuck him! I held my breath as he pressed it in something that was tight. He pressed harder and I could feel my dick bending and it was almost becoming painful when he eased off again. I was still hard as fuck when he angled me down a little more. He pushed back again until my head was wedged in his wet, tight asshole. I knew I was gonna fuck him. And I wanted to. He groaned a little when I pushed forward.
"Hold on," He said, as I pushed passed the resistance.
"Oh my god!" I groaned, as my cock sank into his ass.
Tobey just grunted.
"Are you okay?" I asked. Hoping that he liked it.
"Yeah!" Tobey said, it was like a cheer, like a congratulations. Then he started bouncing on my cock.
It felt so good, kneeling there with Tobey in my lap. He smelled good, sweaty. The way the dirty clothes on my bedroom floor smelled. My hands slid under his thighs and to his ass. I traced my fingers around his hole as I slid in and out, fascinated by the whole thing. This was my first time after all. Wow. Tobey just groaned and reached back to grab my forearms and pull. I grunted then because I bottomed out in him.
"Oh my god, Tobey," I grunted then, because he was wiggling his ass on my cock and there was one spot that just made me go gah-gah. "Oh, man, Tobey. This feels so good."
He was getting really into it. He was jerking off, too, I could feel his nuts slapping mine.
I wanted to see this. I wanted to look. "Can I take the blindfold off?"
"Yeah," Tobey said, and leaned forward, so he was on his hands and knees and I was holding his hips. When I looked down, I could see my dick sliding in and out of his ass. I had to slow down just so I could watch it. I looked up at Tobey's body, his long hair. I reached around him and tugged on his nipples as I ground deep inside him. Tobey grunted in response and we pushed against each other until he let out a squeal and yielded.
My eyes stung from the light, so I buried my face in the crook of his neck. My whole body came into contact with his and I couldn't help but notice how sensual this was all of a sudden. I pushed down on his back and drove in as deep as I could. Tobey let out a really loud moan then and I did it again. I got up a rhythm with my hips and felt my balls start drawing up. The whole time Tobey was moaning. Every time I would bottom out, he would let out this whine. I grunted and grabbed him by his shoulders and really pounded him.
Tobey grunted, "Turn me over."
So I pulled out and pushed him over. We looked each other over then. I could see Tobey's heart beating through his chest. His cock was hard as steel. I slid my hand over it softly, then I cupped and pulled his balls the way I like. I was happy when Tobey groaned. I planted both my arms on either side of him and slid in-between his legs, spreading his thighs by bringing my knees up to his ass. Tobey grinned and spread his legs, so I could see his hole. It was red and almost as big around as my cock. I stroked his cock and rubbed mine around his hole. I had trouble finding it, so I used my fingers to lead. But, feeling my fingertips dip into him, I had to push to fingers into him and twist. Tobey bucked and gasped. I was gonna pull out because I thought I hurt him, but he just grabbed my wrist and told me no. So I pushed them in deep this time, tucking the rest my fingers out of the way. When I pulled out, I noticed his ass gripped my fingers like the pussy I had seen in porn. I stroked him a little faster.
Pretty soon, he started breathing fast so I stopped and just rubbed his tummy. I looked down at Tobey and smiled at him. He gave me this blissful looking smile. The way his eyes twinkled at me, I knew we were sharing something kind of special. Something took over me then.
I put my dick back in his ass and told him, "I'm gonna fuck you now."
Tobey looked at me kind of shocked, noticing the change. "Okay," He said.
Then I slid in all the way and I fucked him. I fucked him with all the pent up energy of the day. The sound of my balls slapping his ass were loud in the quiet forest. I moaned and grunted and pushed into him. He grunted and pulled me in, or clawed at the ground. He looked like a wild animal. And I felt like I was letting mine out. I pumped and pumped, willing my myself to move in ways I thought only belly dancers could. Tobey just looked up at me, face wrapped in ecstasy, sometimes begging me to fuck him. Sometimes he would just whimper and moan. I really liked that. I worked at a furious pace, thoroughly enjoying the ride. But I knew it would be over soon. I quietly bargained with myself as I felt the tingle running up my cock. But I couldn't win.
"I'm gonna come soon." I told him.
"Me too," He said.
"No way!" I was sort of incredulous, "You didn't even touch yourself."
"I know," Tobey said, "But you fucking me feels so good. I could have come the second your dick was in my ass."
That was so incredibly sexy.
I grunted and started fucking as hard and fast as I could, because, I was gonna start spewing in a second. I swore and spat as the first shot came roaring out and I slammed balls deep into Tobey's ass. Tobey grabbed his cock then and gave it a couple of tugs. I watched his first spurt shoot up over his head. I groaned and pumped a couple more times, then rolled him back so I was kneeling over him and shoved in as far as I could. Underneath me, Tobey was groaning. His cum splattered all over his face. He made this low groaning noise every time he shot.
When we were done, we just sort of looked at each other. I pulled myself out of him, and laid down next to him. Tobey and I cuddled up, face-to-face, legs intertwined, on the forest floor. I brushed the hair out of his face and looked at him. This was special.
"Was that really your first time?" Tobey asked me.
"Yeah," I told him, "And I really liked it, Tobey."
"Me too, man. That was the best." He replied.
I smiled and felt proud. But I still wondered.
"I'm not the only guy who's fucked you, huh?" I asked.
"No," He told me.
I guess he saw my look.
"Don't worry," Tobey said, "You're only the third guy ever. The first was my best friend in freshman year. And the second is my boyfriend."
"You have a boyfriend?!" I almost yelled.
"Shut up!" Tobey hissed.
I looked around for a sec. "Sorry," I said.
"Let me give you your first tip about messing around with guys," He told me. "Keep your mouth shut. You might be able to go talking about which guys you've fucked up there in the Bay Area, but in the Real World, you have to keep that shit on the down-low, comprende? You have to be able to keep secrets."
I nodded.
"So here's your first secret," Tobey said, "I'm gonna tell you who my boyfriend is."
"Wait," I told him, feeling kinda uneasy with his openness.
"Boyfriend?" I asked,
"Yeah," He told me, "And you gotta promise not to tell him we did this."
"He's here?!" I was shocked, that he would do this with me while his boyfriend was somewhere at camp. "What the fuck? Who the fuck?"
I gave him a confrustrated look.
"It's Hank," he told me. "You have to promise not to tell him."
Oh shit.
"Dude...." Was all I said.
"I know, you totally would never have guessed, right?" He grinned at me. "Come on, let's get dressed."
As we walked back to camp, I couldn't keep from grinning like an idiot. My legs were kinda sore.
"You know I'm not gay, right?" I told him as we were approaching.
"I know," Tobey said, "But that was hot."
He grabbed my dick. I grabbed his ass in turn.
"Yeah," I told him.
We stopped then, and stared at each other, inches away. If he were a girl, I would have kissed him. But I held back. His lips puckered a little. He gave me this pleading look.
"Kiss me," he said.
"I'm not gay," I told him.
"So?!" He asked.
I was going to say something else but he just grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in. His lips were soft. And I felt myself relaxing. He let go of me with a loud smack.
"Thanks, stud," Tobey grinned at me.
I blushed.
"You have just-been-fucked hair," I told him.
"Oh yeah?" He said, running his fingers through his hair to make himself look more presentable.
"Better?" He asked.
"Yeah," I said.
Hank was waiting by their tent looking a little sullen. Brian was at the picnic table, sitting my himself. When I checked my watch, I noticed it was the middle of dinner time. We'd been fucking for almost two hours. And when I thought about it, I was really hungry.
Tobey must have been thinking the same thing, too, because he tapped his watch and said, "We gotta get to the mess hall, dude!"
Hank and Tobey left right away because they had their shirts on. I had to get mine out of the tent. When I came back out, buttoning my shirt, Brian was standing there.
"Hey...." He started.
Aw, shit.
"Look," I told him, "I'm sorry. I kinda freaked out earlier. But I had some time to think about it and . . . I'm sorry."
Brian looked surprised, actually. I don't know what he was expecting. Well, he was probably expecting me to still be an asshole. But after making love to Tobey, the last thing I want to be was an asshole. And I kind of understood why Brian did what he did.
"I thought you were gonna beat me up," Brian told me.
"I was pretty close to it." I replied.
I wanted to tell him what happened between me and Tobey. But I figured he wouldn't understand. He was too young. And I didn't have the words. I knew something big changed inside me. It was like someone took the kink out of my hose. Maybe that's a bad metaphor. But it fits. I could say for certain that fucking Tobey hadn't turned me gay. But it left me with a weird feeling towards guys all of a sudden. As Brian stood before me, I found myself thinking about him in a sensual way. I could sort of understand why someone would want to suck his dick. And as I sat down on the big bench for dinner, squashed between two older scouts, the feeling of their thighs pressed against mine was different. It wasn't sexual. It was just a different awareness. I wondered if anyone at the table had messed around.
I found myself looking at Tobey often. More often than I could ever remember. When he caught my eye, he would give me a big grin. I watched him and Hank laughing and having fun. I think that was the first time I ever felt lonely. I think I was in love with Tobey. But it wasn't meant to be. And I wasn't ready, anyway. That night, I let Brian bunk with me again. Nothing happened. I felt like shit in two days, when I had to say goodbye to Tobey. He asked for my contact info, and I wrote it down in his scout book. But he never called or emailed.
For next couple of months I wouldn't be the same. I was sullen. I had dreams with him in them, the whole nine yards. And I didn't understand it at all. My parents even asked if I wanted to see a professional. But that wasn't what I needed.
When the new school year started, I met Theresa; and left behind all of my ambiguity behind. But it came back, six years later.
This was meant to be a part of a sort of addendum to "Aaron's Bro." I'm not sure if I will continue Aaron's bro. Or even what I would call the story if these pieces were put together. So, for now, these stories are separate.
If you enjoyed this. Feedback should be sent to cracked34r7h (at) || GMAIL || {dot} com.
"34R7H" means EARTH, btw. (It's a California reference.)
Also by me:
gay/highschool/aarons-bro gay/adult-youth/harrison bisexual/adult-youth/cinco-de-mayo
My current website address is: Http://www.lonelyocean.co.uk