Perverts 'R' Us

Scout Camp, Day Three

By Boy 'O Boy ( M/b, Mm/bb, Mb/Tb/bb, inc, pedo )

The usual disclaimers apply. If you are under eighteen or you are offended by intergenerational sexual fantasy, go elsewhere. If you've stuck around this long, get comfortable and loosen your Levis.

I made it back to my assigned campsite from day two at scout camp. I'd been at the senior scout's cabin, where I'd spent the last hour or more in the company of a dozen or so naked prepubescent boys, their teen mentors, and 3 or 4 other men. It was a moonless night and pitch dark. I held onto my penlight to guide my way back. To say I was worn out was an understatement. I envisioned all I'd seen only moments before. There were boys from age 8 on up to 12, all nude, all having the time of their young lives.

The senior scouts, all 15 or 16 years old held a nightly orgy in their cabin the whole summer. Each week brought another group of young boys and counselors. I was one of those counselor fathers who had volunteered to supervise my own son, 12 years old and the rest of his troop, all around the same age. There were twenty-four boys in our campsite and I was one of two adults who'd agreed to mentor the boys while they attempted to earn merit badges and learn new skills at this weeklong camp.

What I hadn't been prepared for was the scope of those skills. In my wildest pedophile dreams I would never have imagined a dozen prepubescent boys, a few senior scouts, and 4 or 5 adults all having orgies every night after lights-out here at camp Arrowhead, or as it was popularly called, "Camp Kiddy Head" for a very good reason. Boys as young as 8 were taught the finer points in cocksucking and rimming and getting fingered and sucked and rimmed themselves, ultimately graduating to the pinnacle of depraved boy-sex, being fucked by older boys and then by most of the men as part of their sexual initiation. None of this was forced. No boy was ever coerced. There was no intimidation. In fact, most of the boys sought out this sexual attention. I've always firmly believed in the sexuality of children, boys especially. It's inborn. I've seen baby boys pulling on their little cocks just for the sheer pleasure of it. It's a beautiful sight to behold, not to mention very erotic.

It's always been my belief, based on my own young experience and that of many other boys I've had the pleasure of mentoring over the years, that nearly all boys are very willing to be played with and hunger for adult male attention. Not one grown male I've ever talked to about this had ever expressed even a slight regret at having been taught about sex. In fact, most seemed entirely grateful to have had such loving mentors. Some of those mentors were their own fathers or brothers, or maybe an uncle. Doting neighbors taught others. And last but not least, a good many of those boys learned from their scoutmasters or leaders or older scouts.

That's why, in my opinion, scouts is still such a viable organization. If not for the attraction of sex, I think the idea of boys learning to tie knots, paddle a canoe, or dig a hole would have died out long ago. The men who became scoutmasters and teachers were attracted to this group for the very same reasons. There were boys to be taught the finer things of life. Each man had his own story of how he had mentored a young lad and showed him how to suck a cock, play with a man's genitals and eventually to take a cock up his young ass willingly, just as these men had been taught a generation or more ago. Yes, there was always some slight pain those first few times, but most boys were so willing to do it that they pretty much ignored the initial pain. They endured until they reached such heights of boy-ecstasy that the pain was replaced by a feeling so great, so satisfying that no other experience in their lives could compare with that first carnal knowledge, their first boy-orgasm.

This is why most boy scouts go on year after year for nearly ten years until they reach Eagle Scout status, or close to it. Some don't make the grade, but that didn't matter to most. What did matter was enjoying all that sex that was so easily accessed by either another boy or a grown man or both. Some scouts enjoyed sex only with grown men, while others became wonderful pedophiles in their own right. Once reaching mid-teen years, they would turn their post-pubescent yearnings toward the younger cub scouts.

Every time I would see a mid-teen scout sucking on a young boy's tiny cock and watch the bliss on that young kid's face, I knew it was all worth it. Not Santa Claus, nor the Easter Bunny, not even the promise of a new pony could fulfill a boy the way an older sexual mentor could. It was so obvious to the most casual observer, if one could be found. Most observers weren't so casual about it. They were fully enraptured by the sights, smells, and sounds of boy sex and nothing much short of the cabin catching fire would have caused them to abandon such an erotic, perverted, sensual scene.

The sun was setting once again and I felt a stirring in my Levis. I crossed my legs to hide my ever-growing bulge from view. Even though sex here was commonplace, not 100% of those who attended were involved or included. My tent-mate for example was an older, thin man in wire-rimmed glasses. His forte was in the flora and fauna of the camp and his nightly lecture to the boys was met with some glee. The boys learned how to tell a species of tree from its bark. They learned about the different beetles and bugs found in and around the campsite.

By the time the lecture was completed, it was dark and the campfire was waning. This was the signal for the young scouts to crawl into their respective tents until morning. It was my signal to make another excuse to leave camp. I'd go for a walk, or use the restroom or some other lame excuse that my co-volunteer brushed off with little thought. I had no worries that he would soon be fast asleep and my late night trips back to camp went unnoticed as far as I knew.

I walked at a faster-than-needed pace up to the dimly-lit cabin. I stumbled over pebble and twig here and there, but that mattered little. My cock was leading the way and any small discomfort was quickly brushed aside. I knocked three times, the signal to be allowed to enter and the door slowly swung open. I inhaled deeply. Even out on the porch the sexually-charged air wafted out the door and into my nostrils. It was pure aphrodisiac.

I entered the cabin and was greeted as the night before, with naked boys in all positions, performing every imaginable sexual act on or with their partner. The partner was in almost every case an older teen or an adult male. Seeing those cherubic little boy-bodies next to the tanned, muscular, hairy males who were doing the most depraved acts on these children immediately made my cock go rigid. I hurriedly removed my Levis and T-shirt and kicked off my sandals. I was naked and ready. I didn't wait long. I spied a small blond boy about 9 years old coming toward me. I extended my hand and he took it willingly, smiling up at me with a coy grin.

I was led to a nearby cot and I sat down. My cock was already standing up against my belly and my balls were dangling off the edge of the bed. My legs were spread comfortably wide, allowing full view and easy access. The boy wasted no time in bending down and licking my balls sending a shiver of erotic pleasure into my cock. It twitched uncontrollably at the softness of the boy's moist tongue. I had to pace myself here, or I'd cum much too quickly. I took a deep breath and relaxed as best I could, what with all the sights before me stimulating every nerve in my body.

I saw one little boy being fucked by his father while he was sucking an older teen scout's 5-inch cock. All three were in the throes of sexual oblivion. They noticed not that they were being looked at and would have cared less if they had known. On the next bed, I saw another young hairless boy; legs spread wide like a wishbone. They were being held apart by two naked teens, one on each side with stiff cocks while an adult male about 35 was tonguing the tot's asshole amid squeals of glee and giggles of passion that emanated from the boy. His little cock was so stiff that when he moved, it wiggled like a tiny vibrator. I watched this erotic scene for some minutes.

I felt a warm wetness on my cock head and looked down at the diminutive blond boy as his head lowered onto my phallus. I groaned. I saw other men and boys look in my direction at my unconscious vocal gratification. They smiled and soon went on with their own sexual acrobatics. My eye caught that of a young sandy-haired boy laying on the next bed, his grown partner slowly, lovingly fucking his tiny, smooth little mounds. His twin brother was kneeling doggie-style over his face, feeding him his immature 3-inch cock.

The father leaned forward and was able to tongue his boy-hole while still fucking his other son. The look of sheer, lustful pleasure in that boy's eyes was unmistakable. I imagined that this father/son team had been doing this for more than the week here at camp. Those boys were in a loving relationship with their dad for many years, I'd deduced. I watched as the man's cock slowly filled the boy, each time the young lad's eyes took on a look of pure joy at the feeling his father was giving him. As the cock withdrew part way and then plunged deeply, I saw the boy's own cock twitch in response. He was close to his little boy-orgasm, one of many this night I was sure.

My attentions came back to my own youthful companion. I lifted him up off my cock and placed his feet on my tanned, muscular thighs. His cock was mere inches from my salivating mouth. I had to taste this sprite of a boy's cocklet. The foreskin came to a point as it covered the head of his rigid 2-inch piece. I sucked the skin between my lips and pressed them together, slightly, ever so gently pulling it to me. The boy sighed his approval. I opened my mouth and felt his hips move forward. He wanted more pleasure and I was going to give him all the pleasure I could.

I sucked his little cock into my mouth and opened wider to accept his tiny ball sack along with it. I began a gentle "washing machine" type sucking motion one can do only with a child's cock that was met with complete approval. He sighed. I moaned at the mere thought of what I was doing. What every man, if he were truthful would gladly be doing were it not for modern day conventions.

I was in a state of pure adult animal lust for a young smooth sexual mate. For five minutes, maybe more, I sucked and licked this boy's genitals while my hands grasped his less than grapefruit-sized boy buttocks. I spread his pale cheeks and fingered his tiny hole. Again he sighed. This was not the first time this lad had felt the finger of an adult at his most secret place. I brought my hand to my face and coated the finger with spittle after sniffing the boy-ambrosia it had collected.

I ran it back inside the boys' tiny crevice and found my mark. I pushed gently and the boy pushed his hips back slightly in acceptance. My finger slowly parted the tiny sphincter muscle and I felt the hot insides of this cherub. In and out, slowly and deliberately deeper I went until I felt the pea sized prostate of the boy. Again he pushed his hips onto my finger in greeting. His cocklet expanded slightly in my mouth; I rubbed, he pushed. I felt his impending orgasm and I sucked his little package as far into the back of my mouth as I could. I felt his cock spasm and his asshole grip my finger.

I moaned deeply, sending even more vibrations into this little boy's genital region. He screamed his pleasure and his knees buckled. I had him supported and gently lowered him onto my waiting thighs. When I opened my eyes and squinted them at the dim but penetrating lights of the room, I saw a group had gathered around us. They were all hard and stroking their cocks in approval at what I'd done with my small charge. We both smiled our appreciation.

I heard one father telling his young son that this was what he was trying to explain to him, how a man could give him the greatest pleasure of his young life. The boy smiled and nodded and father and son slowly walked to the nearest vacant cot. This would be the first sexual partnering for this familial couple and I smiled my approval. The boy wrapped his tiny arms around his father's neck as he was lifted onto the cot. His eyes said it all. He was in love with his dad. He would be even more in love after this night was over.

I had a feeling of total peace and warmth at that thought. Oh, if only so many fathers weren't afraid of their feelings. They can't deny that they have these desires, these urges. That would be the biggest lie ever told. For what father hasn't looked at his young son or daughter in the tub and felt a very strong tingle in their groin. What father hasn't had his mind tell him to proceed and give both of them pleasure beyond measure? Yet, because of the idiotic church's insistence that sex in and of itself was a sin, we have become numb to nature's intrinsic rules. No other animal in the kingdom of earth denies their sexual urges except the supposedly most intelligent creature of all: man. How ironic this is to me. It goes against everything I've ever learned about nature. Maybe one day it will change. I can only hope.

I needed to have my own release. I stood up and my eyes wandered over the room full of squirming bodies. My young escort stood in front of me. He again took my hand and turned me around to face the cot we were using. He climbed up on it and got into a kneeling position on hands and knees. I needed no further invitation. My cock pressed against the boy's moist crevice. The spongy over-sized head pushed the tiny hole open slowly. Mine was not the first cock this boy had experienced this night. His passage was open, wet and willing. I watched as my cock entered his nether region. I felt no resistance. In fact, I felt an almost sucking sensation as his ass fully accepted my adult cock. He braced, wanting more. I gave him more. My cock was nearly buried inside him. I began a slow, loving fucking motion. With each push forward I saw the boy push himself ever so slightly back to meet me. Another boy, about the same age appeared and stood before us. He presented his cocklet to the boy I was fucking. The boy accepted it with relish. Now I could watch my own cock and watch a young smooth boy being fellated at the same time. I spied a man at the end of the bed. He looked lovingly at his son, the boy whose cock was being suckled. The resemblance was unmistakable. I smiled and winked at him. He nodded his approval. For the next ten minutes I reveled in the unequaled pleasures of boy sex. My eyes wandered over the room, giving me visual pleasure along with the indescribable tactile pleasures I was experiencing. I watched boy and man, teen and tot all having the greatest night of their lives. The sounds of wet sucking and muted gushing as cock and ass met and parted was overwhelming. I felt my balls tighten. I felt my prostate quiver. My cock began spewing spurt after spurt of hot white cum into the boy's waiting recess. He moaned his approval as I grunted my animal lust. I felt his own orgasm once again making his sphincter quiver as his cocklet felt sensations he could experience in no other way. He sucked the other boy to orgasm at the same time as I watched his father's cock spew white gobs of cum onto the floor in appreciation at the erotic scene that he'd just witnessed. I pushed forward roughly and held the boy still. I needed to be still. Any more movement and I surely would have passed out from my orgasmic ecstasy.

I rested with my cock still impaling the youth I'd met mere minutes before. Could this be? Could I be living this dream? Or was it mere imagination? It was real. And it would continue being real for the rest of my week at scout camp. It would only get better, if that was possible…. And I found out later that it was possible. So erotically possible that my life would change forever.

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