Perverts 'R' Us

Scout Camp, Day Five

By Boy 'O Boy ( b/b, M/b, M/bb, pedo )

What you are about to read is sexual in nature. If you are offended by intergenerational same-sex fantasy please go back to Planet Prude, this is not the universe for you. If you are under 18, society says you can serve in the military, get married, masturbate, rob a 7-11 with a slap on the wrist, but you damn well better not read this or anything else having to do with the "S" word. (sex) It might warp your sensibilities and stain your sheets. If, on the other hand, you find erotic prose a stimulating pastime please read on. Enjoy.

I really wanted to sleep in this morning. The campfire initiation last night was fun (Read Scout Camp, day four) but I didn't get to bed until late and combined with the last few nights of little sleep for some very perverted reasons, I was ready for a break. But, I was the leader, the volunteer mentor to these boys and I had to set an example. I roused myself out of the cot and completed my morning routine as usual before I woke the boys.

They did their usual moaning and fussing that it was too early, but they knew I was persistent. Any boy who refused to get up within the allotted time limit would most likely have a bucket of very cold water poured on his head. Was it cruel and unusual? No, it was just timely and efficient. I only needed to perform this maneuver once and every boy in camp became aware of it.

I came to the last tent of the group; the one I'd checked on that second morning where the two boys had been sharing a single sleeping bag. I quietly lifted the tent flap and peered inside. I was not disappointed at what I observed. Sleeping blissfully, sharing one sleeping bag, arms and legs entwined were the two 12-year-old boys. I lifted one edge of the sleeping bag just to check for my own curiosity what I might see. I felt that familiar tingle in my balls and my cock gave a twitch of approval.

At first, all I saw was the nearest boy's bare torso. As I continued lifting the cover I saw two pale orbs of naked boy butt. I was very interested now. I continued lifting the sleeping bag and found the other boy was totally naked also. They were facing one another, lips only inches from each other's face, arms holding one another. I leaned in further. I had to see what they had between their smooth, pink boy-legs. It wasn't so much a desire as a compulsion. The nearest boy had a small, flaccid cut penis that was lying on his lower leg due to gravity. His scrotum was loose, but I could see the two marble-sized testicles very well. Not one hair was visible.

The second boy had a semi- erection of about 3 inches or so and he had just a slight ring of dark brown pubic hairs starting at the base of his uncut cock. His balls hung loosely from the warmth of the sleeping bag and the body heat the two boys shared, I suppose. Their look of pure innocence belied their nakedness.

By now, my cock was erect and I could feel the precum beginning its journey up my shaft. I would soon have a circle of dark wetness on my jeans. I couldn't stop it. It just happened; I had no control over it, ever. I gently put my hand on the side of the nearest boy and slowly rubbed his chest on down to his delicious looking butt cheeks. I had to spread them. I needed to see his little pucker. I don't think I could have stopped even if someone had noticed what I was doing.

He made that moaning sound boys make when they are still very much asleep but are disturbed by something. He smiled in his sleep, perhaps reliving the previous night's fun. I could smell their boy-scent. I inhaled deeply to get as much of it into my nostrils as was possible. The fresh scent of a young boy was to me one of the most erotic smells on earth. You can almost smell the testosterone surging in their little bodies. It took every bit of willpower I possessed not to bend down and lick this boy's asshole until he woke up. But I had to come to my senses.

I heard all the other boys and my co-counselor preparing to get into formation to march to the mess hall for roll-call and then breakfast.

I lowered the sleeping bag over the boys and said in a very stern voice, "Get up you two! Crawl out of those sleeping bags now and be dressed and in formation in two minutes or you will have extra duty to pull today!"

I was very good at bluffing my way into making the boys do what I wanted. They were still young enough to fear male authority. In another couple of years, they would rebel at such discipline. Both boys sat upright and stared blankly as if they didn't know where they were momentarily. Then they realized that they needed to cover themselves so the other boys wouldn't see that they were not only sharing a sleeping bag, but that they were sharing it totally naked. Boys can be cruel and if the other boys even had an inkling that they'd slept entwined all night they'd never live it down.

I made sure their tent flap had been lowered for their privacy. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful; meals, classes, a fun swim in the afternoon in the pool and then back to our campsite after supper. The other counselor began telling ghost stories. Nothing holds a boy's attention more than a scary story told over a campfire. I envisioned not a few of the boys spending some waking hours in their tents listening for any strange sound. That was all a part of the fun of being scared.

As the boys went to their tents for the night, I stayed up and stirred the dying embers of the fire. My mind wasn't on the fire though. I glanced in the direction of the last tent. I cocked my ear to see if I could hear any movement within. I could not. I slowly stood up and stretched exageratedly.

I moved toward the tent. I pretended that I was doing a bed check as we did most nights, using my penlight to peer into the tents and do a head count. The boys were separate still, each in his sleeping bag. They were not sleeping, however. The pup-tents were small, but I managed to crawl into theirs and sit in the middle between the boys. They weren't sure what to say, so they sat quietly.

"Boys, I have to ask you something. Now, I don't want you to be embarrassed and I really don't want you to lie to me. I need you to tell me something straight up. You are scouts and you are sworn to tell the truth. Do I make myself clear?" I said somewhat ominously.

"Yes, sir." they both replied in unison.

"This morning, when I woke you boys up your sleeping bag must have been kicked off during the night, I lied. I saw you boys sleeping next to each other."

I'd purposefully left out the fact that I'd seen them naked. I wanted to see if they would bring it up. They both blushed and stammered but I continued.

"Do you boys always share one sleeping bag for warmth or something?" I asked in my most understanding male voice.

I saw them relax a bit, but there was still the fact that they were found totally nude that they somehow had to deal with.

"Well, me and Jerry must of fell asleep like that. We were up late and I guess it just happened." one boy said in his best bluffing manner.

"Now, boys. That might explain why you were both in one bag, what it doesn't explain is why both of you had not one stitch of clothing on. Can you tell me how that happened?" I asked in a more serious manner.

"Mr. B." The boys all called me mister "B" because my last name was so long. I liked it and it made it easier for them. "Mr. B. we didn't mean to do anything wrong. We're sorry. Please don't tell anybody. Don't tell our moms, please!" they begged.

"OK boys, but you have to be very honest now. What I do as a result depends on your honesty. If I think you are lying about anything, I'll go to the camp director with this. Do I make myself clear?"

I hated to use such a tactic on such sweet young boys, but I knew that if I didn't make it harder to lie than to tell the truth that they'd simply skim over the details and I surely wanted to hear every nasty, dirty little detail. I again felt my cock twitch in anticipation of what I was about to hear.

"Ok, well Jerry and me, we sorta like to mess around a little. We didn't think it would hurt anybody." The boy again had a sorrowful look to his face.

"Son, I'm not here to judge you. I just want you to feel like you can tell me anything and know it won't go past these canvas walls. Now, keep going."

"Well, we just learned that if we rubbed our dicks together it tickled. So we started off doing that."

"OK, that's a good start. Tell me the rest. I'm waiting. Leave nothing out," I said, acting impatient about the whole thing while my hidden cock throbbed.

"We learned how to jack off, Mr. B. An older boy showed me and then I showed it to Jerry. We thought it was just fun to do. That's all!" the boy confessed, almost in tears.

My mind was moving fast now. I envisioned these two hairless young boys doing what eons of generations of young boys had all done. They'd discovered their bodies and shared a secret. This was going good so far.

"Well, boys you don't have to sleep in the same sleeping bag in order to do that. You're keeping something from me and I guess I'll just have to go see the camp director." I threatened once again.

"Jerry put my dick in his mouth!" the first boy quickly confessed.

I suppose he thought it was better if he was the one being sucked rather than the one doing the sucking. He had no clue that either way; I was as hard as a rock hearing his young voice confess that he had gotten his first blowjob. My pedophile mind was in overload. I was beginning to pant with lust by now. I couldn't let the boys see it just yet but they would very soon.

"Oh? Jerry sucked on your penis, did he?" I inquired in my most clinical voice.

I stated it matter-of-factly like it wasn't such a big deal. I looked over at Jerry with more than a little lust in my eyes. This boy braved the possible ridicule of his peers in order to satisfy his juvenile yearnings. That was encouraging. It meant that he had a pretty strong libido that overcame his fears. Very good I thought in my pedo mind.

"Well, yeah." he continued. "So then I put his in mine too. Was that all right?" the boy asked innocently.

Now I had him. He was asking me if I thought what he'd done was right or wrong. I had to handle this very delicately so I didn't come off as some predatory pervert. Not that I wasn't one, I just didn't want them getting that idea and becoming scared. I had to smile at my devious plot.

"Did you both enjoy it, getting your first blowjob?" I asked.

"Yes sir. It feels kinda good." he offered.

"Yes, it does feel good, doesn't it?" I replied. I had purposefully let them know that I knew what a blowjob felt like and that I agreed it felt great.

The boys were becoming more relaxed now. They knew they could trust me.

"Yeah, and so every night before we go to sleep, we give each other a blowjob." the boy said.

This was working out fine. He used the word "blowjob" now. He was following my lead.

"I have to ask you boys a very personal question now. When you do this to each other are you boys old enough to make cum? Or when you have an orgasm is it still just tingly and nothing ejaculates out of your penis?"

I was being very clinical once again, as if I was asking about their development more than the actual act of sucking a cock.

"I can make cum but Jerry can't yet." was his concise reply.

Very interesting I thought. One little nearly smooth cummer and one totally smooth dry boy. This was ideal.

"OK, boys. I'm going to ask you to do something for me now. It might seem a little strange, but just do it." I said authoritatively.

The boys both shook their heads yes.

"Come out from under those sleeping bags. If you aren't naked, then I want you to pull down your underpants and take off your t-shirts."

The boys complied. I watched as they slid their briefs down past their thighs and then off their feet. Watching those boys undress had to be one of the most erotic sights on earth. Both boys were totally naked before me

"Now, show me how you boys start your fooling around. It's all right. I'm not judging you; I'm just going to give you a few pointers if I think you need any." I said as I gasped in delight at the two small nubile boys in front me.

The boys smiled at this. I wasn't going to punish them; I was going to teach them how to have even more fun. I could see the delight in their young eyes.

Jerry went first. He bent down and took his friends' penis into his young mouth and I let out a groan of pedophilic satisfaction. I quickly covered it up by faking a cough of sorts, a clearing of my throat. My eyes were glued to the erotic scene. These young boys, totally trusting in this adult were performing fellatio as requested. I smiled at the innocence of youth. They were so very trusting and would do as told if they thought they were supposed to. I was, after all an adult and I must know what was right and what was not. I continued watching the young boys cocks get harder as Jerry pleasured him for the next few minutes. Jerry too had a boy-erection.

"OK, now it's your turn." I said, and the boys switched positions.

I have to confess that I have a very big fetish for boys who are just developing those few pubic hairs around their penis. I find it to be one of the most erotic sights one can behold. It denotes that the boy is on the cusp of sexual potency. I watched the boy and looked at his stiff young cock as he leaned in to the other boys' private area and began sucking his smooth young cock into his mouth. He was on his hands and knees and I watched his hard little cock and his balls that hung down between his thighs. I had to loosen my pants.

My cock was hurting so bad I thought it was going to break. I undid my Levi buttons and slid my pants part way down my legs. It didn't go unnoticed by the boys. They both glanced in my direction and their eyes got very big. They'd seen male cocks before, in showers and the like, but seeing a man with an erection sitting two feet away was an entirely new experience for both of them, I could tell. I smiled and they knew there was more to come. I reached out and felt the 3-inch cock of the boy nearest to me. He sighed as my educated hand manipulated his delicate member to even greater hardness. I winked at the other boy and motioned with a flip of my head for him to come nearer, that he had permission to touch my big hairy uncut cock if he so desired. He did. I saw the glee and excitement in his eyes as, for the very first time he tentatively held a grown man's cock.

He would remember this moment for the rest of his life. Both boys were facing me now and I motioned for them to scoot aside. I lay down on my back between them both. I slid my t-shirt off over my head but left my Levi's at half-mast around my knees for now. They needed no further encouragement. Both boys had their young hands on my throbbing cock shaft at once. It looked gargantuan in their juvenile hands. I felt a hand on my very large ball sack and spread my legs accommodatingly. This was going perfectly, I thought in my pedophile mind.

"You can try sucking mine, if you boys like. I know it's too big to suck it all, but you can give it your best shot." I said encouragingly, winking for effect.

I felt the first warm wetness on the head of my cock as the boy to my left sucked the head of my prick into his young virginal mouth. I reached between his thighs to help masturbate him while he sucked his first but definitely not his last adult cock. I pulled the second boy closer to me. He followed my direction and straddled my upper chest. I rolled the end of the sleeping bag into a pillow for my neck and told him to lean forward as I sucked on his smooth little penis for the first time. Nothing on earth tastes like boy-penis. It is a delicacy beyond description. One has to experience it in order to understand the subtleties of this rare treat. It's like trying to explain what filet mignon tastes like to someone who is used to hamburger. They cannot comprehend the difference in the pleasure factor.

The boy sucking my cock was becoming braver and he swallowed nearly half of my 7 inches. His hand was wrapped around the base of my cock as he continued his up and down sucking motion. He was not expert, but then, what boy is? I got far more erotic pleasure from a young, inexperienced mouth on my cock than I ever did from a self-proclaimed cock-slut of an adult, of which I was one. The emotional high made up for any lack of expertise. I was soon going to reach my climax. Should I warn my young benefactor of my impending eruption? He would have to learn about swallowing cum sometime. I thought. Why not now? My balls began to churn. I felt that familiar, pleasurable vibration in my prostate, I sucked on the pencil cock between my lips even harder as my breathing increased in depth and rate.

I was moaning now. If the boy on my cock didn't know I was about to cum he must have been deaf. He continued sucking. I felt his hand tighten on my cock as it swelled to its maximum girth just before the fist spurt of my white thick cum hit the back of his mouth. He moaned and held his mouth in position. Whether it was because he had not been told to take his mouth off by me or whether he had anticipated swallowing my jism, I cared not.

I felt the boy's cock in my mouth begin to expand and vibrate. His legs clamped together on the sides of my head like a vise as his muscles contracted uncontrollably. He moaned and panted every bit as much as anyone who could cum. But I knew my reward would simply be the satisfaction of sucking such a young cock and not in receiving a mouthful of cum for my pay. I'd done it many times before for such a reward. A true pedophile doesn't need anything more than to satisfy the boy he is pleasuring. That, in and of itself is the total reward. It is sheer satisfaction.

I moved the boy up onto my mouth and spread his young butt cheeks. My tongue found its mark and I heard a low moan as he for the very first time in his life realized that his anus could be used for pleasure. I grasped each orb and squeezed, parting them. He threw his head back and held onto my shoulders as he ground his hips into my face. More, more! He seemed to be saying. And I gave him more. He reached another orgasm as my tongue wiggled and licked into his asshole. He shivered and nearly fell off his perverted perch of my tongue. He slid off and lay on the sleeping bag beside me panting and smiling.

The boy who was sucking my cock was the only one who had not cum yet. I was ready for my second boy cock of the night. I motioned for him to take the place of the first lad. He did not hesitate. His cock was in my mouth quickly. I expertly suckled his 4-inch cock and to his surprise, I opened my mouth wider and inhaled his young smooth ball sack with it. At the same time, I fondled the spit-wet cock of the other lad causing him to squeal his pleasure.

My hand reached further down. I probed at the boy's moist asshole and he gladly gave me entrance. My finger slid in to the second knuckle where it found his immature prostate. He pushed farther onto my finger. Oh, yes. This boy would welcome a man's cock in the near future. Some boys are built for it; some learn it, and others never come to experience the joy of it, willing though they may be. He began an up and down bouncing motion on my invading finger while I continued servicing my other young charge.

I sucked and moaned. The moaning had its effect. It sends vibrations into the balls of any boy. That and the exquisite sensations his cock and balls felt from my tongue sent him flying over the edge into sexual oblivion. He yelled. I immediately cupped a hand over his mouth. I'd had this kind of practice many times before and my reflexes were honed to the highest degree. A slight yelp is all that escaped his lips. I felt the first spurt of juvenile cum on my tongue and I got an instant high. I shuddered in perverse delight. The second and third spurts came quickly followed by dribbles of thin, clear boy juice. It was as sweet as anything that nature could conceive. The succulent taste was not reproducible. I wish it were. I'd start a factory.

We all lay breathless in the small tent, now sweltering due to the excess heat of passion filling the space. The smell of boy and man sex was pungent. I inhaled its scent for later reminiscing.

"Boys, that was fantastic!" I gushed.

The boys both looked very proud of themselves. I'd made two beautiful young sexual addicts this night. I knew that the next time would be easier. In fact, I would test it in the next 24 hours. The boys would have to join me at the scout cabin tomorrow, our last night at this camp. I'm sure they would fit right in and learn firsthand that they were not the only boys who had ever sucked a cock. Somehow in our society we keep such things so secret, that every boy thinks his is the only desire of that nature. He believes he is weird, sinful or crazy or all three, when in fact, he is none of these. The majority of boys go through this ritual when growing up. The ones who don't try it seem to be the ones who are a bit off-center later on in life. They should be considered the weird ones in my book. Some boys continue it for a lifetime, like I did. Other boys simply move on to other things. There seems to be no rhyme or reason to it sometimes.

"Boys. I have a surprise for you. Tomorrow we are going out after lights out and I'm going to show you the time of your young lives. Are you in?" I asked teasingly.

The boys looked at one another and smiled. They agreed willingly. The chance at doing something totally against the rules excited them. They didn't have a clue what they were going to see and feel on the morrow nut it would change their lives forever and for the better I truly believed. They would have self-assurance instead of shame. They would have confidence, not doubt. They would have freedom to be who they were, not who society falsely wanted them to be. What could be better than that? We all too often believe what we are told we should be, all the while knowing deep inside that we are something entirely different. It never dawns on us until well into adulthood that all we have been told is not true. By then, the damage has already been done. We are not cookies cut from the same boring mold. Each person is very different with different needs, desires and abilities. As long as we grow up respecting other people and treating them kindly, there is no reason for a young person to feel ashamed of whom they are inside.

The way I always gauge if I'm doing what my body tells me to do and not my mind, is how my body reacts. If I become aroused at something, such as a young boy when society tells me it's wrong, then I know that society is telling me a big fat lie. Yes, I can convince my conscious mind that it's wrong but my body has never lied to me while at the same time, everyone else seemed to lie to me so easily for their own convenience.

Who would I believe, them or my own desires? So I have learned to go with the responses and urges that my body sends me rather than relying on my corrupted, conscious thoughts. To do otherwise is to invite nothing but grief.

I always said that if we just told our kids to be who they are and not try to make them fit into an idyllic mold that wasn't made for them there would be no need for psychiatrists or bars, pills or potions. We would need neither couch nor alcohol to soothe our psyches. No other animal self-incriminates itself. Only man does that. It's a shame that the more intelligent we seem to get, the more idiotic our laws become. I call it the "all or nothing" principle.

Instead of making common sense laws regarding incest and procreation that might result in inherited deformities, lawmakers took it to the next most illogical step and forbade any form of sexual contact between relatives. They labeled incest "a crime against nature". In doing so, they put a stigma on familial attraction that every child had to go through. It was they who were perverted and weird, not society, they were told. How absurd an idea that is. In other words, lawmakers killed the horse in order to save it from escaping.

My more logical law would be to enjoy sex in whatever form gave you the most enjoyment, but take care not to pass on any unwanted traits through carelessness. I would also get rid of the ridiculous "age of consent" laws. As long as no force or coercion was used, I saw nothing wrong with an adult and a child giving loving sexual pleasure to one another. Children can and do consent. It's a stupid assumption that they cannot say yes until they are at the artificial age of eighteen.

Romeo and Juliet were 14 when Shakespeare wrote the greatest love story ever told. Mary, the mother of Jesus was likewise a young teen, while Joseph was a middle-aged man. It has only been in the last few hundred years that society has put such draconian restrictions on young people's right to make a decision concerning their own bodies. I can only hope that one day this will be reversed.

I would make sure that these two cherubic boys came to realize the full potential of their minds and bodies. They would thank me for a lifetime of pleasure. I came to their tent the following night as planned. Both boys were dressed and ready for their new adventure. I could see the excitement in their eyes. They still had no clue where we were going or what we would see. We tip toed out of our campsite and as we neared the cabin ahead I saw the glee and anticipation on the boys faces. They would not be prepared for the pleasures that they would experience within, just as I was not prepared a mere two nights ago as I entered this cabin of hedonistic man/boy sex.

The door opened at my knock. The scene presented to the boys was one of pure lustful sexual freedom. The boys were home. They had come to learn that they were not the only boys who yearned for sexual release in this age-old fashion. Instead of feeling shame they felt acceptance. I smiled as they slowly entered the realm of realization. They now knew that they could be themselves. I was proud to be the one to give them this precious gift. I felt familiar stirrings in my cock and balls at the sights before me and wasted no time in joining in the lovemaking and sexual fulfillment between boy and man. I smiled as I saw the boys being welcomed into the group with open arms and more… much, much more.

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