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Date: Mon, 6 Dec 2010 05:52:05 -0800 (PST)
From: niftystories2000@yahoo.com
Subject: BOY SCOUT CABIN ORGY

This is a story about young teenagers having fun together. If that's not
your cup of tea, if you're under 18, or if you have any problem with it at
all, go do something else. Total fiction, dudes. Total fiction.



It was five minutes after lights out at camp, and the 16 boys in Cabin C were
all in their sleeping bags and in their bunk beds. Eight sets of bunk beds in
the pretty small room, four on each side of the wall. It wasn't totally dark in
the room either, even though Scoutmaster Joe had switched off the three bare
bulbs that hung on the ceiling. There were floodlights outside to keep forest
animals away from the campsite, and because there weren't any curtains on the
windows, the light splashed into the room anyway. The first couple of nights
some of the Scouts had had trouble falling asleep because of that, but now they
were used to it.
There were six cabins in all on the campsite, arranged in a circle around a
large empty field where the boys cooked their food and romped around. Like at
any Scout camp, there were hikes and canoe rides on the nearby river. The boys
were learning to tie knots (most of them privately disbelieving the scoutmasters
when they said that this would be a skill that would be of use for their whole
lives), to carve wood -- to do all of the things that boys do during their two
weeks out in the forest each summer. The occupants of the cabins were grouped
by age. The smallest Cub scouts were in cabin A, they were six, seven and
eight. The older Cubs were in Cabin B -- nine to 11. Cabin C was for the
youngest Boy Scouts, aged 12 and13. Cabin D was for those who were 14 and 15,
while Cabin E was for the kids who were in the last years of scouting, aged 16
and 17. Cabin F was for the three scoutmasters -- Scoutmaster Joe, Scoutmaster
Tim and Scoutmaster Bob. All three of them were former campers themselves, and
they weren't the strictest of scoutmasters, all of them in their early 20s and
not too far from having been campers themselves. Kids in Cabin D and especially
Cabin E recognized the smell that came from Cabin F every night after lights out
-- it was ganja. One of the boys in Cabin D claimed that he had peeked through a
knothole in Cabin F and seen all three scoutmasters naked in their beds, but no
one believed him. He was a strange kid, always making shit up.
In Cabin C, Teddy Wilson, who was 12, wasn't sleepy, and suddenly movement to
his left caught his eye. He turned his head and couldn't believe what he was
seeing. He reached over to his right and nudged Eric Blomquist, also 12, who
was in the top bunk next to the wall. Eric turned around, and Teddy motioned
with his thumb to look past him at the top bunk on the other side of the room.
Eric's eyes got real big. Spike Mantelman was in that bed, and he had his
sleeping bag thrown open and his dick in his hand. It was fiercely hot outside
during the day and not that much cooler at night, and most of the boys were
sleeping in their underwear, but as far as Teddy and Eric could tell, Spike was
naked. They started to get the giggles, which they kept quiet for a minute,
but then Teddy, who was a prankster and class clown, suddenly yelled out, "Hey,
dudes! Mantelman's beating his meat!" All around the cabin, boys sat up in
their beds, and some of those who were on the lower bunks got out of bed to take
a look. Most of them felt that if they had been caught jerking off, they would
have tried to hide it and pretend that they weren't doing anything, but Spike
Mantelman, who was three weeks away from his 14th birthday, didn't stop what he
was doing for a second. Instead he took the left hand that he had been using to
cup his balls and lifted his middle finger for everyone to see. "Fuck you," he
said. "I'm horny, and I'm gonna whack it."
Steve Horner, who was a tough kid and 13 years old, yelled from his bottom bunk
on the left side of the room, "Hey, you some kinda faggot or something? Who the
fuck jerks his meat when other guys are looking? That's fucking gross, man!"
Spike didn't react, he just kept on massaging his four-inches-plus prick.
Steve yanked open his sleeping bag and threw his legs over the side of the bed.
"I'm tellin' you, Mantelman! Stop it!"
Spike gave a big yawn and raised his middle finger again. "Yeah? Or what?"
Steve stood up, and everyone in the cabin saw that he was naked, too. The light
from one of the floodlights outside the cabin lit him up, and the boys could see
that he had a bigger penis than almost any of them, with dark hair around it.
"I'm gonna kick your ass, that's what!"
Spike yawned again. "You're gonna kick my ass for beating off? Yeah, like you
don't ever do it."
Steve Horner sputtered. "No, I don't! That's for faggots. My brother told me
that!"
"Yeah, yeah," Spike drawled. "Like there's a kid anywhere in the world who
doesn't beat off sometimes."
Steve took a few steps toward his bunk. "I'm tellin' you. Stop talking that
shit, Mantelman! I don't like it, and neither do the rest of the guys. You're
a perv, man, a fuckin' faggot perv!"
Spike Mantelman kicked off his sleeping bag and hopped off the top bunk. His
penis was perfectly erect as he walked toward his adversary. "You're the one
who's talking shit, Horner. Why would you wanna not do something that feels so
good?"
A few more steps, and the two boys were face to face. Steve gave Spike a push,
but Spike stood his ground. The next second, he had Steve Horner's dick in his
hand. Steve slapped his hand away. "What the fuck are you doing?" But Spike
put his hand back on Steve's penis and said, "Teaching you something that you
should have learned a long time ago. I know why you're in such a pissy mood.
You need to get your rocks off. And don't tell me anything else, cause your
cock is getting hard in my hand right now."
Steve pushed Spike's hand again and took a step backward. "I swear, man, you
touch my cock again and I'm gonna knock your block off." But even as he spoke,
he realized that the kid was right. His dick was getting hard. Steve hadn't
exactly told the truth when he said that he never jerked off. He had
masturbated happily from the age of eight, when he first discovered what happens
when you rub your dick when it's hard, to slightly past his 10th birthday, when
his older brother had walked in on him one afternoon whaling away at himself and
told him that only faggots did something like that. From then on, Steve Horner
tried not to masturbate at all, but always, always there eventually came the
time when he couldn't help himself, and then he jacked off fiercely and
frantically, starting to feel guilty and ashamed of himself the minute the
orgasm rocked through his body. The first time his balls produced sperm, he was
totally shocked and panicked about what to do with the small amount of liquid
that was suddenly on his stomach and in the first few pubic hairs that were
around his dick. He ended up just rubbing it into his skin, and once again he
vowed that he would never do that again, because he was not gonna be no kind of
faggot. Steve knew what a faggot was. Faggots were those gross old guys who
were always hanging around outside the john at the public park. Or they were
like Jeff Simpson at school, a senior who wore eye makeup and was more like a
girl than a boy and everybody always made fun of him and pushed him around,
though truth be told he was no pushover and gave as good as he got. That wasn't
for Steve Horner, no fucking way!
But back in Cabin C, it was starting to be too late for any thoughts like that.
The fact was that the boys were on day eight of their two-week stay at the camp,
and Steve Horner had not masturbated his dick even once, even though sometimes
it was hard and demanding attention. He was not just determined not to do
anything that would make him faggy, but he was totally scared that if he beat
off in bed, someone would notice. Just like someone had noticed Spike jerking
off, come to think of it, though Spike wasn't doing it inside his sleeping bag
like Steve would. But by this time Steve's penis was on maximum bone, and now
he really did not know what to do. If he went back to bed, he'd be a pussy,
plus with a boner that was demanding attention. He could try to fight the kid
with the hardon who was standing there and grinning at him, but that might get
him sent home, and his dad would kick his ass. So he ducked his head and
mumbled "OK, I'll do it."
A second later, he felt a hand on his dick again and made to push it away again,
but this time Spike was clamped on hard, and his hand didn't move. And the next
thing Steve Horner knew, Spike Mantelman was on his knees in front of him, and
his dick was in Spike's mouth. Steve gave a gasp that was somewhere between
shock and ecstasy and pushed Spike's head back hard. "Fuck that, man! No
faggot's gonna suck my cock!" But Spike's left arm was wrapped around Steve's
thighs, and his head bounced back and then right back forward again. And then,
from one of the beds to Steve's left, came the voice of Vic Sassmann, who was
also 13 and was in Steve's class. "Let him do it," Vic said. "It feels real
good."
The various parts of Steve's body ran off in every possible direction. His
brain was thinking "What the fuck, did Vic ... I mean, what did he mean ... I mean,
what the fuck was he saying...", his eyes were looking around in shock and
noticing that in about half the bunks there were boys whose sleeping bags were
open and who had boners in their hands, either naked boys or boys who had fished
their dicks out of the pee-hole of their tighty-whities or boys who had tucked
the waistband of their tighty-whities under their smooth balls, and there were
definitely a few more beds in which hands were moving inside the sleeping bag,
his sweat glands were suddenly working overtime and making him drip. And his
cock! Oh, sweet Jesus, his cock was surrounded by a hot, wet mouth, with warm
breath on his balls, a nose sticking into his pubes, and his prick telling him
in no uncertain terms that if he stopped what he was doing, the cock was gonna
punish him something wicked. Even worse than his old man with his belt when
Steve did something wrong.
Steve Horner, who had never in his 13 years had his dick touched by anyone but
himself, suddenly realized that he was gonna cum in about two seconds, but the
feeling of Spike Mantelman's mouth on his prick was so good that he did not want
that to happen, he suddenly did not want that to happen. So he pushed Spike's
head away and whispered, "I don't wanna cum yet." Apparently he didn't whisper
softly enough, because off to his left he heard Vic Sassmann chuckle and say
"What'd I tell ya?" Spike, who had been sucking boys' dicks at his school since
the fifth grade, took Steve's penis out of his mouth and started lapping at his
balls instead. Steve was a year or two away from being a total stud. He
already had the start of some pretty good pecs on his chest, some pretty good
muscles on his arms, and for a 13-year-old, he had some cock. Five inches,
probably, and fat. He was the son of a career military man who pushed his son
hard into just about every kind of sport, including weight lifting down in the
basement of the family home. Steve's mom worried about him and sometimes told
his dad that he was driving the boy too hard, but Steve's dad either ignored her
or once, in Steve's earshot, because he was in the next room, said "No son of
mine is gonna be any kind of pansy." That was another reason why Steve was so
conflicted about rubbing his dick. And now here he was, boned up max with both
of his balls inside a guy's mouth. For a second, the thought flashed through
his brain that if Spike Mantelman wanted to, he could bite Steve's balls clear
off his body, but then his brain rolled its eyes and said, "Don't be stupid."
Vic Sassmann got out of bed and walked the two steps it took to get to the lower
bunk next to his. Pete Vance, age 13, was there, and he was masturbating while
he watched Spike work Steve over. Pete didn't think of himself as gay or
straight or anything, he just loved playing with himself and had ever since he
was nine. He'd played strip poker with his buddies at school a couple of times,
and someone always got a boner and was made fun of. Pete didn't make fun,
because he knew the mental gyrations his brain was going through to keep his
dick from getting hard, too. Vic Sassmann said to him, "Wanna give me some of
that?", and Pete Vance said "I don't know how," and Vic said, "It's easy, just
take it in your mouth and suck on it." So Pete scooted over on his bed and
turned his head sideways, and Vic slid his four-inch penis straight into his
mouth. It didn't taste gross or anything like that. Pete gave it a hard suck
like it was a lollipop, and Vic gasped and said "Easy, dude, easy. Just let me
do the work." So Pete just lay there, and Vic gently started to slide his dick
in and out of his mouth, just like he was fucking someone, Pete thought. He
knew that his own dick liked what was happening, and he rubbed it happily
between two fingers. Above him, Ivan Smelkov, a Russian exchange student who
was 13-and-a-half, was bending over his bunk, watching Vic face-fuck Pete and
rubbing the only uncut dick in the room -- almost six inches of uncut dick, as a
matter of fact. Ivan came from a family of big-dicked Russians. His brother
Sergey, who was 15, already had eight inches, and the few times that he had seen
his dad naked, it looked like a rifle between his legs.
Besides Spike Mantelman, there were a couple more budding gay boys in the room.
Twelve-year old Gary Feinstein hopped off his bunk, bare naked and his three
inches throbbing, and walked over behind Steve Horner, got down on his knees,
and buried his face between the boy's ass cheeks. Steve almost jumped out of
his skin when he felt Gary's tongue tickling his asshole while Spike was kissing
his boner, his balls, his pubes, his thighs, his stomach. Steve was way beyond
caring, though. If anyone gave him stick about this tomorrow, he'd deal with
it. Right now he was too close to heaven on earth to make any kind of objection
at all.
Over on the other side of the room, Ronny Sullivan slid down from his top bunk
and got into classmate Evan Jackson's bed. They were both 12, almost 13, and
they had jerked off together a couple of times before, but never in a room with
16 boys, and never with some of those boys having sex with the others. They
masturbated quietly alongside one another for awhile, Ronny naked, Evan with his
dick out of his underwear, and then Ronny whispered, "That looks pretty good,
doesn't it?", and Evan nodded solemnly, and so Ronnie scooched down the bed and
bent over to take his buddy's dick into his mouth. It was his first time, and
his teeth scraped Evan's dick. Evan gasped and thumped him on the shoulder, so
Ronnie was more careful. He could see how Vic was sliding his dick in and out
of Pete's mouth, but Evan was lying flat on his back, so he started running his
lips up and down his friend's penis. Evan put his hand on top of Ronny's head
and sighed "Dude, that's awesome!" After a few minutes, Ronnie raised his head,
licked his lips, and said, hopefully, "My turn?" So he slid back to the head of
the bed, and Evan slid a bit down to do to Ronnie what Ronnie had been doing to
him. Ronnie's dick was bigger than Evan's, so there was room for him to hold
the base with two fingers while he sucked up and down the rest of it. Another
few minutes passed, and then Ronnie whispered, "Why don't we both do it?" He
had seen a picture of two guys sucking each other off on the Internet, and so he
instructed Evan to go head-to-crotch, and the two boys happily started to 69.

The youngest boy in the room, Bobby Madison, who was three weeks past his 12th
birthday, lay in his bunk, his cock as hard as it had ever been. He really
wanted to do something with another boy, but he was shy, the only Scout in the
cabin from his school, and he didn't know how to ask. The problem was solved
when Jeff Bryan and Dennis Meyer, two thick-as-thieves friends from another
school, both 13, came up to his bunk bed and said "Wanna play?" So Bobby,
clumsily at first, but then with greater panache, sucked Jeff's dick and then
Dennis' dick, and then Jeff and Dennis double-teamed to suck on his little boy
penis, almost making him cum the minute their lips touched it.
Next to Ivan on the top bunk, 13-year-old Kevin Anderson leaned over and tapped
Ivan on the back and said, "You just wanna jerk that thing?", and Ivan said in
his Russian accent, "Come over," so Kevin hopped off his bunk and clambered up
onto Ivan's, licking his lips in anticipation of getting his mouth on what was
definitely the biggest dick in the room -- uncut, yet. Kevin had never seen an
uncut dick before, and he was looking forward to playing with it. Ivan leaned
back into his pillows and Kevin dove down into his crotch. He ran his lips up
and down the cock a few times with the cockhead hidden in its sheath, but then
he pulled the skin back and ran his tongue around the Russian boy's swollen
cockhead a couple of times, eliciting and happy sigh, and heard him say "Da,
vsosite moi kran!" Which, though Kevin, of course, didn't know it, meant "Yeah,
suck my dick!" in Russian. Ivan had seen a couple of porn movies, and he knew
the lingo.

Over in the corner, Teddy Wilson and Eric Blomquist, who had started the whole
thing, were now both in Teddy's bed, happy just to have their arms around each
other's shoulders and masturbate each other's boner while they watched Steve
Horner get worked over down below. Teddy's penis was just a shade under five
inches long and thin as a pencil, while Eric's was shorter, but plump. Teddy
had jerked off a couple of times with his brothers at home -- Seth was 14, and
Skip was eight and a total pest, but a horny pest who wanted to do it all the
time once he learned how. Eric had never done anything with anybody, but this
was definitely turning him on something wicked.

The last two boys in the room were Jerry Fleming, 13, and Mario Santorini, 12,
each of them still in his own bed and happy just to be jerking off and watching
all the sex going on around them. Jerry had the start of a whopper of a cock
between his legs, while Mario, a dark-skinned Italian boy with black hair and
black eyes, had four inches and a pretty good bush of pubic hair. Neither boy
had ever done anything with another boy, but they could smell the sex going on
in the room, and it was exciting them and making them feel twitchy for reasons
they didn't even understand.
Over at Pete's bed, Vic said, "You're doin' all the work here," and so Pete
stood up next to his bunk and Vic got down on his knees to inhale Pete's dick.
Pete jumped, because that felt way better than anything he had ever felt
before. Vic didn't have any problems with Pete's four inches, and his nose kept
bumping up against the scraggly hairs that were growing around Pete's dick. Vic
gave it a lot of saliva, and soon he had Pete moaning softly and grabbing him by
the ears. Teddy Wilson had decided that sucking dick looked interesting, so he
was sucking on Eric's boner while Eric stroked his hair. Up on the bunk where
Ivan and Kevin were, Kevin was getting itchy while sucking on Ivan's dick, so he
looked into the Russian's face and said, "Wanna fuck me?" Ivan nodded in
disbelieving delight -- he had never fucked anybody's butt, but if Kevin wanted
him to, he'd give it a shot. Kevin gave Ivan's cock another couple of licks and
then lay down on the bed and raised his legs over his head. Ivan positioned
himself, spit into his palm to lube himself up a little bit more, and then
slowly slid his Russian cock up inside Kevin's tight, warm asshole. Kevin
guided him with pressure on his firm stomach until it was completely in,
grimacing at the pain that he always felt when someone fucked him and waiting
for the sexiness to take over, which he knew it would in about three seconds.
Bobby, Jeff and Dennis were now down on the floor and in a daisy chain circle,
Bobby sucking Jeff's dick, Jeff sucking Dennis' dick, and Dennis sucking Bobby's
dick. It was a little awkward, and the floor was very hard, but the boys didn't
mind. This was something new for all of them and something wonderful.
In the center of the room, Steve's dick had calmed down a little bit, and Spike
was sucking on it again. Gary's tongue was still stuck up inside Steve's butt,
and Steve found himself wishing that this fantastic feeling would never end.
But then Spike stood up, gave Steve a kiss on the lips (another first) and said,
"I want you to fuck me, Steve." Steve's stomach lurched. Was this going beyond
what his dick wanted him to do? His dick said no, definitely not. Let's see
what this is all about. So Spike bent over one of the empty bunks, and Steve
got behind him and, not really knowing what to expect, pushed his rock-hard
boner into the boy's ass. "That's it," he heard Spike say. "Fuck my ass hard,
dude. Fuck me hard." So Steve grabbed on to Spike's slim hips and went to
town. In for a dime, in for a dollar. Gary, who really was the faggy perv
Steve had accused Spike of being, got down underneath the two of them and used
his tongue to lick the bottom of Spike's bunghole and the shaft of Steve's cock
as it rammed in and out. Steve was somewhere over the moon. This felt better
than he had ever expected, better than he had ever, ever dreamed. He was
fucking a dude's ass, and not only did he not mind, he wanted to do it some more
and then some more after that. Now he knew what getting your dick boned was all
about.
There started to be some gasping around the room as Scouts started to drive
themselves toward explosion, but Gary raised his head and said, "Would you guys
all cum on my face?" To which Vic took his mouth off of Pete's cock, which he
thought was starting to ooze pre-cum, and said "Yeah, let's whitewash his ass!"
Steve really wanted to keep fucking Spike, but the idea of watching every guy in
the room jack off to climax suddenly seemed to be the best idea in the world to
him, so regretfully he pulled out, his cockhead slipping over Gary's tongue as
he did.
Spike Mantelman, who had never been in the presence of more than three boys at a
time, knew that if he even touched his cock with the tip of one finger, he would
blast right then and there, so he just flopped himself down on the floor, put a
pillow he had grabbed from one of the beds under his head, and said "Gather
round." Boys who just half an hour earlier would never have dreamed of jacking
off with the others, much less doing all the stuff that was going on around the
cabin, obeyed eagerly, and in a minute there was a circle of masturbating boys
standing around Spike on the floor. "Anyone who's ready, just get down here and
let me have it," Spike said. He looked up at Steve and added, "Try to be last,
OK?" That was fine with Steve. He was gonna see everyone else splash a load,
and that turned him on like he couldn't believe.
"I guess it's me first," said Vic Sassmann. "I'll show you guys how this is
done." He got down on his knees next to Spike's head and gave him his cock to
suckle on for a couple of seconds before taking it out, giving it a couple more
whacks, and then pointing the tip of his penis straight at Spike's open mouth to
deliver his 13-year-old load right on his tongue. As the last drops were
dripping out of his cockhead, Pete knelt down on the other side of Spike and did
exactly the same, gasping and moaning as the orgasm rocketed through his body,
better than ever, ever before.
Spike heard Jeff Bryan say to Dennis Meyer and Bobby Madison, "Wanna go
together?", and so the three boys who had been in the daisy chain all knelt down
-- Bobby on Spike's left, Dennis on his right, and Jeff straddling his chest.
Jeff gave the countdown from five, and when he hit zero, all three cocks
exploded into ecstasy, and all three balls delivered whatever they had onto
Spike's face, in his hair, and into his greedy mouth. Ivan, who had been about
one millisecond away from cumming into Kevin's ass when Spike had spoken up, was
next. He put one foot on Spike's left and one foot on Spike's right and
squatted on his powerful thighs to deliver the load from his uncut cock with
bull's eye precision -- right down Spike's throat. Kevin spent the 30 seconds
that it took Ivan to pump it out not touching his dick at all, because he knew
it would take one flick of a finger to put him over the edge, and while Ivan was
still squatting there and shaking the last drops of cum from his big dick, Kevin
groaned "Aw, fuck" and almost threw himself at Spike's face, getting there just
as his whole body imploded and his penis, with just the slightest jerk, started
spurting more than Kevin could ever remember it spurting before. His ass was
still tingling from the fucking that Ivan had given it, and he couldn't have
been happier.
Teddy and Eric were waiting their turn, and when Kevin was done, they gave each
other a nod and double-teamed Spike, Teddy on the left, Eric on the right. They
tickled each other's balls while they did the ten seconds of masturbation that
were still needed to let the flood go, and they got half of their cum on each
other's dicks instead of Spike's face when they came.

Evan and Ronnie were next to go. Both of them had started to have sperm only a
few weeks earlier, and so there wasn't all that much cum to deliver, but Spike
opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue way out, pulling both boys in with
his hands on their butts and pulling the tips of their dicks down to his wet
tongue. They got the hint, and just a few seconds later Spike was getting two
loads of virgin-fresh spooge to taste. Evan and Ronnie were looking into each
other's eyes while they were cumming, and they were both thinking the same
thing: "More of this, please."
Jerry Fleming straddled Spike's chest next and, without really knowing why,
slapped his 5.5-inch dick on the teenager's tongue. "Here it comes," Jerry
said, and he backhanded his boner, pointing it straight at Spike's mouth. The
first blast of cum out of the teen's dick spurted straight into the back of
Spike's throat and almost made him choke, but he maintained and raised his head
a bit to get the rest of Jerry's cum, too. While he was reveling in that, he
suddenly felt cum hit his forehead and then his cheek. The little Italian,
Mario, had grown tired of waiting and had just knelt down to deliver his load,
too. "Belissimo," he was gasping. "Bello, quello e bellisimo!"

That left Gary Feinstein and Steve Horner, who had been standing next to one
another and playing with each other's balls -- Steve's hanging low and free,
Gary's pulled up into his barely pubescent crotch, neither of them wanting to
touch their raging boner for fear of cumming too soon. Steve Horner was dizzy,
sweating like he had just run a marathon, and hornier than he had ever once been
in his life. He couldn't believe what was happening to him. A guy had sucked
his dick. A guy had licked his ass. A guy was holding his balls. Forty
minutes earlier he would have kicked the shit out of anyone who had suggested
anything like that to him, but he was a goner, a total goner. He looked at Gary
and inclined his head to show that Gary should go first. Spike had asked him to
go last, after all. Gary grinned, got down next to Spike's head and said,
"Sorry, guys, but I don't have cum yet." There was a groan in the room, but
that didn't keep Gary Feinstein from having a fantastic dry orgasm with Spike
lapping away at his small balls.
Steve stepped over to Spike and looked down at him. "Now?" he heard himself
saying. And Spike said, "I'll make it easy for you." He got up on his knees
and opened his mouth wide right in front of Steve's crotch. "Do it, dude.
Lemme have your cum" So Steve took his five-inch boner in his fist. All of a
sudden there were hands all over him. There was a pair of hands cupping his
balls, there was a pair of hands rubbing his chest, there was a hand rubbing his
ass, there was a hand stroking his hair. Someone was kissing his neck on one
side, and someone was licking it on the other side. Steve didn't care who it
was, he didn't care at all. He felt the orgasm starting right down in his toes,
and then it was up in his calves, and then it was up in his thighs, and then,
sweet Jesus, his entire world exploded into color and light, and if there hadn't
been hands to hold him, he would have collapsed right there on the spot as his
entire body was engulfed in fire, his fist became a blur on his cock, and his
balls said "OK, now it's right." The first blast of cum simply rocketed out of
the cock of a boy who had been frustrated and blue-balled for nearly three
years. Steve gasped and moaned and writhed and panted as he shot another spurt,
and then another one, and another and another. He thought that he would never
stop cumming, and that was more than good with him. Finally, it was the last
drops, and Spike took his dick into his mouth one more time to gently lick it
clean. Then he stood up, took his 4.5-inch dick in his fist and said, "Who
wants this?" Gary, horny little Gary, made a move, but Steve pushed him aside
and shook his head. Nope, this was for him to do. And so Steve Horner, who
would never have dreamed that he would ever want to be horny in the presence of
another boy, got down on his knees and opened his mouth to receive Spike
Mantelman's gift. He jumped and winced a little bit when the first spurt landed
on the back of his tongue, but then he realized that he didn't mind, and when 15
seconds later Spike had finished cumming, Steve did exactly what Spike had done
to him -- took the teenager's softening dick into his mouth and licked it clean.
There was sort of an embarrassed silence for a couple of seconds. The vast
majority of the boys in Cabin C had never done anything with another boy apart
from maybe jerking off together, but most of them were thinking "Yeah, I could
do that again" and "Maybe next time I'll suck a dick" and "Maybe we can do that
tomorrow night again. Yeah, definitely we can do that tomorrow night!" So the
16 Boy Scouts all wiped off whatever needed to be wiped off with their underwear
and, all of them naked, got back into their sleeping bags. They were asleep in
minutes, learning for the first time in some cases and once again in others that
nothing gives you a good night's sleep than getting your rocks off first. Steve
Horner dreamed of having the other 15 boys cumming into his mouth, and he had a
wet dream for the first time in his life. And when, shortly after midnight,
Scoutmaster Joe came into Cabin C for one last check, he sniffed the air and
smiled to himself. He was higher than a kite, had just fucked Scoutmaster Tim
and sucked off Scoutmaster Bob, and he knew exactly what he was smelling.
"Horny little wankers," he thought to himself, grinned, and went back to bed.

 
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