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Scout Camp

By Boy 'O Boy ( M/b, MM/b, MM/Ttt/Bbb, oral, anal )

This story is purely fictional. If you are under 18 or are offended by intergenerational sexual behaviors or it is illegal to read such stories in your little conservative part of the universe, please leave now. Any comments can be sent to the moderator and they will be forwarded to me. Thanks. Enjoy!

One of the things I looked forward to every year since my two boys were old enough to become scouts was the week I volunteered to be a camp counselor or sorts. The job wasn't very detailed. Each troop had one or two men who served as teacher, guide and leader on a volunteer basis. We were in charge of when the boys had to be at certain classes to earn badges, when to line them up for the march to the mess hall and other minor disciplines.

My sons were now 10 and 15. The older boy was dark-haired like me, with a lean build and smooth body except for his legs which were sprouting that thick curly hair denoting surging hormones developing in his mid teen body. The younger boy had sandy-blond hair and blue eyes. He was a very good-looking boy, but then so was my older boy. They were just different in looks. I was 35 then and divorced and had full custody of my boys for several years. I stand about 5'10 and weigh about 145 lbs. I'm what you'd call wiry. I'm not overly hairy but I do have a goatee and a thick head of black hair.

My first time at Camp Arrowhead was three years ago when my older son was 12 years old. I wasn't thrilled at the idea of spending a week off work using up part of my vacation time to become a full-time babysitter but it was my kid's scout camp, after all. I was in for a very pleasant surprise. I had no idea what I'd been missing. My younger son had just joined the cub scouts at age seven and he looked damn cute in his blue shirt and scout shorts and yellow bandana. He didn't go to scout camp that first year. He wasn't eligible just yet. I would be very anxious to include him in coming years, however.

When we arrived at the rural camp located in the Ozark hills I was less than impressed. It's not that it wasn't a nice camp, but I'd expected more of a resort type atmosphere. This looked like a junior boot camp type of place. There were parallel bars, a shooting range alongside an archery range and other types of challenges. There was a big outdoor open air shower area right off the pool, which was used in order to pass the water endurance test. Buildings were few. There was the main office, the mess hall and a few outdoor covered open-air structures with bench seats. These were used as classrooms.

We drove down the gravel road to the reception center and checked in. There were a dozen or so other scouts in line in front of the log cabin style building. We got up to the desk that was manned by a senior scout maybe 15 or 16 years old I guessed. He was blond with blue eyes and a lean but very defined body. Like my boys he was a country kid. He earned those lean muscles honestly on the farm. But what caught my eye more than anything was the bulge in this kid's khaki shorts. It wasn't so much a bulge as a very definite outline of a youthful cock lying across his crotch. There was a definite outline of a not-so-small cock. Even to a casual observer they'd have had to take a look at that package. I looked.

My son noticed where my eyes were aimed and he sort of led me by the arm, but not before I met the eyes of the boy. He gave me a very knowing smile and I felt a stirring in my own Levis. I managed to get through registration but my mind kept going back to that very sexy crotch that the boy obviously wanted to show off and adult men didn't seem to intimidate him. In fact, if anything I'd felt a bit intimidated by his boldness and self-assurance. A real scout leader he was. I would think of him off and on the rest of the day. After due course, we got our campsite map and number and a packet of information with the week's schedule included.

The walk down the dirt path only took about five minutes. Each camp had its own private area away from other campers. This was so each camp leader could conduct his own troop as he saw fit without any noise or interference from other scouts. Boys can be and are very loud and boisterous and scouts are no exception. There were about a dozen small canvas pup tents lined up in two rows of six each, on either side of the fire pit.

On the far end was the leader's tent. I shared this with one other volunteer father. We each had a single cot and a blanket and not much else. Anything else we might need we were told to bring with us.

On the way to the campsite, I made a mental picture of the outbuilding we had passed and when I had a spare minute I went down the path to investigate it, just out of curiosity. I'm glad I did. As I walked by the wood-sided building, designed to resemble a small log cabin I spied a hole in the wall about waist high. Someone had carved a peephole into the outside of the outhouse. I made my way into the restroom and spied four toilets lined up in a row along the far wall. What struck me was there were no dividers separating them from one another. To the right was a urinal made from a tin trough maybe six feet long. There would be little privacy in here. I would come down here after lights out tonight and see if it was active.

The rest of day one was pretty uneventful, roll calls and instructions and advice and mess hall meals and not much more took up the time. We all went back to our respective campsites for the evening. We built a small campfire and told stories and laughed and had a pretty good time. Time came for lights out. The boys all crawled into their pup tents, two boys to a tent, totaling 24 boys ranging in age from about 10 to 12. After it quieted down I decided it would be a good time to go check out the bathroom.

My co-counselor said he wanted to read a little and was already lying in his cot. I took a small flashlight with me so I wouldn't stumble on the dirt path. The only light on was an outside yellow bulb in front of the doorway. I went in cautiously. Not needing my light anymore, I shoved it into my back pocket. It was dim but not pitch dark inside. I went to the urinal to relieve myself.

As I was pissing I heard a slight scraping on the concrete floor. Was it an animal that had wandered into the room? I wasn't sure. In fact I wasn't even sure I'd actually heard anything or if it was just my imagination. I continued pissing. My cock is about 7 inches long and uncut with a generous foreskin so I have to shake it well to get rid of any residual piss. It felt good in my hand. I heard the noise again. This time I was sure there was something behind me. I turned on the small penlight flashlight and saw a man sitting on the far toilet.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know anybody was in here." I said apologetically.

He nodded and said it wasn't a problem. Then I spied a second movement and moved my light to the left. Standing beside the next toilet was a boy about 9 years old. He was totally naked. I felt my cock lengthening. I hadn't put it back into my pants yet. I glanced again at the man sitting on the toilet and it was then that I noticed his hand was on his crotch and he was slowly pulling on his hard cock. The man was about my age, dark complexioned with coal black hair. He looked to be at least partly American Indian. His cock was maybe 6 inches and very thick. He was uncut like me.

He motioned to the boy to come over. The boy obeyed. The man then laid a hand on the boy's shoulder and the kid knelt down in front of the naked man and began to suck his cock. I stood there, mesmerized. My own cock was now throbbing hard. I'd stumbled onto a very hot scene. It was even more than I had bargained for.

Again the man motioned but this time it was to me. He waved me over closer so that I could see better. I was no fool. I walked over and stood alongside the man and watched as the young tyke swallowed maybe 4 inches of that fat cock. He obviously loved it. So did the man. I felt a hand on my cock and looked down to see the man grasping it and slowly stroking me in rhythm to the boys sucking.

He winked then told the boy to stand up. He did. He pushed the boy in front of me and nodded. The boy needed no further instruction. He opened wide and began an expert sucking motion on my own cock. I let out a low moan and tilted my head back. I'd found paradise. I watched as the man reached for the boy's penis and began to masturbate his 3-inch uncut cock while the boy continued to suck my oversized cock into his small mouth.

It wasn't long before my breathing came in gasps and the boy knew I was going to cum. He sucked harder and deeper, letting out a small moan himself in anticipation of his reward. I can't remember having such a powerful orgasm in a very long time. My knees began to buckle as I filled the kid's mouth with spurt after spurt of white, thick creamy cum. The boy didn't miss a swallow. At the same time, the boy trembled and I could tell he was having his own orgasm.

He was too young to cum but he had a very satisfying dry orgasm, I could tell. He came off the end of my cock and smacked his lips in satisfaction. I had to sit down on the nearby toilet for a minute.

The man smiled and said, "Welcome to Camp Arrowhead, or as we call it, camp Kiddy head." Then he laughed.

He introduced himself and the boy. When he told me it was his own son my cock twitched again. But I was done for the night. I needed to get back before my tent mate missed me. We made plans to sit at the same table at breakfast the next morning. He would fill me in on what goes on at the camp that was not obvious to the casual observer. I don't remember the walk back to my tent. My mind was filled with what had just happened. I felt my cock rubbing on my Levi's and grabbed at it and gave it a good squeeze as I sighed. I got to my cot and quietly lay down and was fast asleep.

The sun shining in my eyes woke me up. It was 6AM. Time to roust the boys from their sleeping bags and get them dressed and ready for reveille. They moaned and complained that it was too early but there was no sleeping in here at camp. Every boy had to be accounted for at roll call. I noticed as I rolled the flap back on one tent that the two boys were sharing one sleeping bag. I made a mental note of which boys shared this tent. It might come in handy later on.

The rest of the morning was filled with instructions from the camp leaders and breakfast and then off to the different lessons, designed so that the boys could earn their merit badges. When it came time for the water challenge I was more than interested. The big outdoor shower had maybe a dozen or so young boys in it.

But what caught my eye, and the eye of every single boy in the shower was one of the instructors who was showering with them. He had the longest cock I'd ever seen in my life. It was limp but that didn't matter. The size of it did. It had to be a good 8 inches long and as big around as a boy's arm. I stared. Everyone stared. He knew he was being watched I'm certain. I was also certain this wasn't the first time he showed off for man and boy.

He took his good time soaping up and was squeaky clean by the time the first swim class had begun. The boys donned their trunks, as did the instructor. It didn't do much to conceal his ample endowment. Each boy had to swim the length of the pool twice in order to earn his water badge.

The rest of the day was a boring blur. As dark approached, the man I'd met in the restroom the night before came into our campsite. He looked at me and smiled. I excused myself and walked up to him. We strolled down the path a bit, out of earshot of the rest of the boys. He told me to meet him in front of the mess hall in an hour. He left it at that. I didn't need any further encouragement. That hour passed so slowly I thought I'd pass out from anticipation. As I made my way up the path to the mess hall, I spied him.

He had his son with him and a couple other men. One was tall. Maybe 6'2" and lanky. The other man I recognized. It was the man I had seen in the shower. He was big built but not fat. He had short blond hair and wore big round glasses. He wasn't what I'd call handsome but he wasn't a bad looking guy. As I approached and was introduced, the father/son team started walking towards another path. This area was reserved for the older scouts the instructors. These boys would soon become Eagle Scouts. As such, they had earned the right to the cabins in the camp. They were here for the duration of the summer, while the other scouts and their fathers or mentors were here only for one week of the summer.

There were three identical small cabins, each on its own small plot of land surrounded by trees and shrubs. We passed the first two cabins and entered the third one. In my wildest dreams I could not have been prepared for what I saw when we entered. There were three or four other older scouts and at least ten kids from age 8 to 10. That in itself wouldn't have been noteworthy.

What caught my attention was that every single boy was totally nude. Some were sitting on cots; others were involved in pure boy-sex. Most teams were made up of one or two prepubescent boys and one older teen scout. I saw one young boy sucking the cock of a teen scout while another was pumping his young ass with his stiff teen cock. I saw older scouts sucking and fingering young boys who seemed to relish the sexual attention. There were moans and sighs that filled the entire room.

I noticed the group that I'd come in with was by now half-naked and so I joined them in disrobing. As each man got naked, one of the young boys walked up and took their hand and led him to a vacant bed. My eyes wandered over each bed, each boy, and every man. I'd never in my life seen such debauchery. God, how long had this been going on? Never again would I think of scout camp as a reluctant duty.

My eye caught one teen in particular. It was the teen at the reception center. The boy with the obvious bulge in his scout shorts. He was busy with two young boys about 8 or 9 years old. He was sucking the small pencil thin cock of one, while the other was busy sucking his own ample cock. Neither porn movie, nor perverted fantasy could have come close to what my eyes were seeing. My cock was throbbing at every sight and sound. I could have cum without doing anything more than standing in the middle of the room.

The sights and smells of boy-sex permeated the room. No greater aphrodisiac had ever been invented. Nothing could get a man harder and more ready for sex than the smell of a young boy. I don't care what society tells us, put a man in a room with a naked young boy and I dare him not to become completely aroused. He may deny those feelings to himself, but nature cannot be denied. The sight of smooth young flesh accompanied by the sweet aroma of nubile boy is a sure-fire turn on. I felt a small hand grasp my own. I looked down to see a tiny blond tot, impossibly small for an 8-year-old boy, the lower age limit for a boy to be allowed to attend camp. He led me to an occupied bed. There were no free beds anymore. We shared our cot with another boy and his teen mentor.

I lay down crossways on the bed and the boy got between my legs and began to fondle my painfully rigid cock. My balls hung off the edge of the mattress. His small hand hefted them as he guided my prick to his cherubic little mouth. He had done this many times before it was obvious. I sighed and accepted his sucking with perverted relish. My eyes took in everything. My ears were filled with the lustful sounds of men, the quiet moans of satisfied boys, the unmistakable rhythmic beat of intercourse. For an hour I would be privy to every possible sex act imaginable between boy and man.

I was not prepared for the finale. I saw a group of boys and the few men gather into a circle in the middle of the cabin. I joined them to see what was happening. The bespectacled man I'd seen in the shower was sitting cross-legged on the floor. He held a small boy under the arms and lifted him up. Another boy held the man's ample endowment as the first boy was lowered onto this impossibly huge piece of meat. I heard the boy moan and saw him shudder as the man's cock-head entered the already well-used boy hole.

I mentally measured the boys' size and the man's cock size. Impossible! Yet, the boy slid down slowly onto this pole-sized flesh. His eyes rolled back, his head bobbed to one side. I noticed his little smooth cock. It was rigid. He was enjoying this. No, it was more than enjoyment it was fulfillment. As the man began lifting the boy slightly, then lowering him down, I could hear the squishing of cum from previous donors with each thrust.

The man speeded up, the boy panted. Everyone was rapt with attention. For five minutes I watched as boy and man performed the most erotic sexual dance of lovemaking I'd ever seen. I heard the man sigh and grunt. I saw his cock swell to an even greater girth. He shoved the boy down hard and held him there as his face flushed and his breath came in gasps. The boy shuddered and I could tell he was in full boy-orgasm.

The man roared like a lion as I imagined gush after gush of hot sperm filled the boy's insides. The man lay back on the floor, the boy still impaled, lay on the man's stomach. There was complete silence in the room as each boy and man took in the amazing sight of that huge cock disappearing into that little kid. The boy was still shivering in the throes of ecstasy. He continued to have dry orgasm after orgasm. His little body was reveling in the ecstasy of it all. How could it be? But it was. I'd seen it. I'd smelled it. I'd heard it.

I looked down to see dribbles of sperm dropping onto the floor in front of me. I'd cum a second time without any help. The erotic scene had done its job. I was sated. I was weak. The end to day two had come. I could not wait for days three, four and five. As I walked slowly back to my own campsite I relived the last moments of what I'd seen. As I lay in my cot I reached down to massage my cock. It was hard again. I drifted off to sleep.

End of part 1 of Scout Camp. If you want more let me know.

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