Perverts 'R' Us

Scout Camp, the Final Day

By Boy 'O Boy ( M/b, M/mm, M/t/b, pedo, inc )

The following story is fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidence. If you are under 18 or otherwise are too much of a baby to understand that erotic stories are fantasy, please leave now. If you've stayed this long, unzip, lean back and enter into a world of perversions you could only dream of. Perhaps in some distant galaxy where society is eons ahead of ours, this story might be true. One can only hope.

My last chapter of Scout Camp ended with two 12-year-old boys and myself, a 35-year-old self-confessed pedophile entering the scout cabin at the far end of the camp. The boys could not have dreamed of anything close to what they saw when the door was opened and they spied a dozen young boys ranging from age 8 to 12, all nude, all engaged in the most erotic sex acts one could conceive. There were also half a dozen 15 or 16-year-old Eagle Scout candidates and several adults who were likewise nude and engaging in man/boy or teen/boy sex or any combination there of. The boys outnumbered both teen and adult, the perfect ratio for pedophilic debauchery. Now, to continue the story.

I watched as the boys from my campsite were escorted to the middle of the room where they would have the best possible vantage-point for watching and listening to the sexual acts going on before them. I too was escorted by a young, sandy haired boy and went to his chosen cot. At the far end of the cabin, there were three men. They were preparing to give a demonstration for the boys and some of the teens and men that had not seen this particular educational seminar before.

There was a raised cot in the center area where one of the nude men laid down. I heard the man on the left, a fit muscular man who was a high school gym teacher begin to speak in an authoritative voice. He stood about six feet tall and weighed in at about 200 lbs of muscle and sinew. He was tanned all over, there were no lines denoting that he'd ever worn a pair of swim trunks in his life.

His soft cock hung down a good 5 inches in front of a fully-packed scrotum that held what are commonly described as bull balls. His chest was covered in that short black mat of hair that every man wished he had. It continued down to his stomach, effectively dividing his right abs from his left in a single line of dark fluff and on down to the treasure trail below his navel leading to his thick bush of black pubic hairs. He had coal-black hair and his eyes were as pale blue as a waterfall. The combination was both erotic and a bit satanic at the same time. At one moment his eyes were kind and soothing, at others they became piercing and cold. It had a magical effect on boy and man alike in the room. Everyone was rapt with attention.

The man on the right was perhaps 40. He was not as built as the first man was but he had a sexuality that seemed inherent. His receding short-cropped light brown hairline did not detract from his handsome features. It only seemed to add to them. His cock too was impressive. It was thicker than the other man's was. It was uncut and he had what is called a Speedo tan line. I always found this to be erotic.

Speedos were created to show off the finer attributes of the male anatomy. Very few men past the age of 30 could wear them successfully. This man was one of those few. I could imagine his full package being bunched up in that tiny pouch of satiny material and protruding as he walked along the beach or at a pool, all eyes on his endowment. Only a very self-assured man could pull that off. Only a pervert of the first order would wear one at Scout Camp.

My attention was once again drawn to the man lying on the cot. His cock was already rigid in anticipation of the upcoming "anatomy" lesson. He had been through this before I could tell. As I looked around, I saw some of the boys still engaged in sex acts, mostly sucking and masturbating their adult partners. They too stopped when the instructor spoke. Boy and man sat on the edge of their respective cots while the walls were lined with those who preferred to stand to watch the proceedings. I saw fathers behind their sons, hands on their young charge's shoulders awaiting the entertainment. Those lucky boys would go home to a more loving household once their time at camp had come to an end. Everyone's attention was on the speaker.

"Now, for my first lesson I am going to show you boys and the few men here who might not have mastered the art of deep-throating a cock, how that is done. Nothing is more frustrating to a man who is getting his cock sucked than to have his benefactor gag or otherwise signal that he needs a break. You will all learn muscle control and breathing control and how to overcome the urge to gag and retch. Yes, I said retch. Some of you have actually thrown up while trying to suck a big cock. I want that to stop tonight. Never again will you have to go through that humiliation and perhaps lose the opportunity to suck that cock to completion. I will now demonstrate on my volunteer cocksucker here."

I watched as the coach turned towards the supine man on the cot. He stepped forward to the head of the bed and the man simultaneously opened his waiting mouth to accept the proffered phallus. After a moment or two everyone could see that his cock had expanded and lengthened to full erection. It was still halfway out of the other man's mouth at this point. Gradually, ever so slowly I watched as the coach edged forward, his cock sliding deeper. I saw the man's nostrils flare and his chest rise. His breathing was controlled and slow.

"Now, I want you all to observe something here. Cast your attention to the man's upper neck area. Notice, as I push my cock further into his mouth that it is sliding down past his trachea and into his esophagus. As you can see, he has bent his head backward slightly to open his airway up as much as possible. If need be, you can place a rolled up towel under your neck until you get the right position for you. Those of you who have already taken the first aid course have positioned the dummy the same way for a very different reason." He said as he winked and grinned at the crowd.

Chuckles and laughter could be heard throughout the room. We all watched as the man's neck swelled as the cock filled it to capacity. There were audible gasps and sighs. The man's breathing remained slow and easy. He was not wanting for air. Some of the boys were amazed that he could breathe at all with that huge phallus apparently blocking his airway. What they didn't realize was that, even though the cock might fill the man's throat there was still room for air to be breathed in and exhaled if one had the control to overcome their initial fear of suffocation.

"This man has mastered his gag reflex, as you can see." the coach continued.

"He was lucky enough to have had a father who was a scout leader for many years and learned this very talent himself at the hands of his own father. When this gentleman was a mere 10 years old, his dad had taught him the control he needed to take his entire 9-inch cock down into his throat without gagging or gasping for air. So you see boys, it can be done and is done every single day. If not here, then somewhere else in the world a man is showing a boy how to deep throat a cock. The trick is to push your cock past the larynx that leads to the trachea so that the person can breathe. If your cock occludes the upper airway it will cause the man to choke and/or struggle for air. Remember, 'S' for suck, 'E' for esophagus, and 'X' for excellence. S.E.X."

The boys' eyes were transfixed now. They still could not see how a boy or man could swallow a cock that deeply into his throat. I glanced around the room. Some of the men too, were watching intently so that they could teach their own sons or perhaps learn the technique themselves. For many of them were life-long cocksuckers just as I was. What they learned here this night would serve them well at truck stops, rest areas and anywhere else they happened to find a man who was willing to feed him his cock. Father and son took mental notes. I saw some men whisper into the ears of their boys and saw the boys nod and smile. I knew they would soon be trying this feat, if not tonight, then very soon.

"Now, as you can see I have my cock as deep as it can possibly go into this man's mouth. My pubic bone is brushing up against his chin. My testicles are hanging over his face but I am being careful that they do not cover the man's nostrils. This will ensure that he has the ability to breathe. I will now ask my co-instructor for his assistance. I want you to raise this man's legs up and position yourself between them. Before we came here, I'd already lubricated the subject's anus well so he has been prepared." He continued.

As everyone's eyes were watching the coach slowly slide his cock in and out of the man's willing mouth, our eyes diverted to where the second man was pushing his very thick cock into the subject's anus. We heard his appreciative moan as the cock passed the anal ring and continued sliding seemingly without effort into his anal passage. As if on cue, both men worked their cocks in tandem. As the coach slid his cock into the man's throat the other demonstrator slid his cock nearly out of his anus. Then they continued in this fashion for another five minutes.

Soon, both men were fucking faster and faster as their breathing came in gasps. We all knew the end was approaching and our own cocks were at full attention. Mine was dripping pre-cum freely as it usually did once I became aroused. Droplets of silver spotted the wood floor in front of me. My own hips were involuntarily mimicking the instructors. I looked around and saw that many others were doing the same. I spied a few men and boys with mouths open, as if they were swallowing a phantom cock as they watched the demonstration. There was a loud grunt as the coach started spewing his cum into the man's stomach.

At the very same instant the man fucking his ass did the same thing. Both shoved their cocks as deeply into the insides of the volunteer as was humanly possible. What none of us were prepared to see was the effect it had on the subject. As the two men were in full ejaculation we watched as a fountain of thick, white cum sprayed out of the supine man's cock. Fully 8 or 9 spurts shot up in an arch and landed on the man's face, chest and stomach. He was a veritable fountain of cum.

"Now, boys and men you see what you are capable of doing. This man became so aroused, so erotically involved that when he felt our cocks spewing our jism into him from both ends he had almost no choice but to ejaculate spontaneously himself. Isn't that a wonderful way to have an orgasm, boys?"

And the coach winked and smiled to the oohs and ahh's of everyone in the room as he withdrew his softening cock from the man's throat to allow him to breathe deeply once again.

"I want everyone to pair off now. One boy with two men or one boy with one man and one teen and practice what you just learned. I don't expect all of you to master this technique right away. But as the saying goes, "practice makes perfect'" he said with a lustful gleam in his eye.

I watched as he slid his slimy cock out of the man's mouth and I was envious. I've never met a cock I didn't like, to paraphrase that great Will Rogers quote. But some cocks are better than others. This cock was world-class, and I meant to have a taste of it before I left scout camp.

I looked around and saw trios of boys and men all getting into position. My teen charge took my hand and led me to a waiting ten-year old boy lying on a nearby cot. Without any exchange of words we positioned ourselves at either end and began to feed the willing prepubescent youngster as we'd observed only moments ago. I mentally measured my bigger than average cock against his oral passage and thought to myself that this could not possibly work.

My teen partner was already in position with his volunteer's legs up and spread wide to accept his 5-inch teen cock willingly. I did not hesitate. I slid the head of my cock between the boy's lips. He swallowed hard and closed his eyes. I'm sure it was a technique he used to relax. I began to push my cock an inch or so further with each forward movement.

The boy accepted my phallus with relish. I pushed another inch and felt a narrowing of his air passage. Dare I go further? I was thinking. I dared. I pushed a bit harder and felt my cock head compress and form to the boy's oral anatomy. I noted the flaring of his nostrils, just as I'd seen in the demonstration. All was well. I would not suffocate my first student volunteer.

I felt him stiffen a bit and looked down towards his genital area to watch the teen's cock fully impale itself in the boy's tiny anus. I also observed the boys' rigid cock. He was fully enjoying this experience it was obvious. I waited a short time and continued feeding the boy my cock. I had another 2 inches to go before it would be fully inserted. My conscious mind said it was impossible while my pedophilic cravings told me to go ahead.

I went ahead. I slid my cock slowly into the boy's neck, watching it expand and even seeing the outline of my big cock head swelling against his pale pink skin. I could actually watch my cock enter the boy's throat at this point. It reminded me of a nature program I had watched once where a python had swallowed a young pig and you could see the outline of the piglet as it advanced down the snake's gullet. My python of a cock was now embedded in the throat of this boy and I wished it would never come to an end. I was in the boy as far as I could go.

As if on a signal, I began my withdrawal as my teen cohort shoved his cock deeper into the tykes' tiny anus. I was in a good position to watch it. His pink anal ring was gripping that cock tightly. In and out we went, in rhythm in this perverted dance of man/boy lust. Slowly we built up our erotic urges. Gradually we sped up and kept that pace for several minutes. I watched the young lad squirm in ecstasy lying there between us.

He showed no sign of distress or of wanting to quit. To the contrary, his body was telling us to continue on. We did. Faster and faster we both fucked this cherub with opposite thrusts until I felt my balls tighten as my prostate quivered. I felt the first spurts of cum exit my cock and I slammed it as deeply into the boy's throat as I could, holding it there. The teen did the same, shoving his cock into the boy's anus with a loud smack of skin to skin contact. Once, twice and a third time he slammed his cock home, finally embedding his full length into the young ass.

He groaned his lustful satisfaction, as did I. I watched the young boy for any signs of orgasm. I needn't have worried. I saw his cock expand and quiver in that little boy orgasmic delight I'd seen many times before. It was unmistakable. His stomach protruded and his hips rose off the cot as every muscle in his tiny body felt the sheer ecstasy of it all. And then he collapsed back onto the cot and lay there in a state of near delirium.

"Well done." came the unexpected accolade. I turned to see the coach standing over my right shoulder. "It looks like you and your boys paid attention. You will all do very well." He continued, and then winked at me.

I looked at his naked firm body and felt another twinge in my prostate as I imagined him fucking my face as he had fucked the mouth of that volunteer. I'm not usually a bottom but for him, I'd have gladly thrown my legs over a chaise lounge at the public pool and let him have at it in front of everybody there I think. My mind came back to the boy lying in front of me.

My softening cock was sliding out past that tight spot in his throat and I heard a satisfied sigh escape his lips. My teen counterpart also withdrew and was standing there catching his breath. We smiled at one another and then I helped the young lad to a sitting position. I had to ask him if he was all right. He said he sure was and he couldn't wait to get home to his big brother and his daddy and show them what he'd learned at scout camp. I felt a twinge as I thought of my own two sons.

It was time for me to escort my two young scouts back to our campsite before we were missed. As we walked slowly back up the dirt path they both recounted to me how they too had swallowed a man's entire cock without choking on it. They beamed with pride. I smiled my satisfaction at how these boys had been so willing to learn.

Tomorrow would be our last full day at camp and the awards ceremony was scheduled for that afternoon. We crept into camp and I stopped in front of the boys' tent for a last short hug. They both thanked me for showing them everything they'd learned. They would no longer feel "different" for wanting to have and give pleasure to another boy or man. They learned much earlier than most that what they'd been told all along was not true. They were the lucky ones. They would in turn show other young boys that there was no sin in sharing their bodies. I felt a twinge of pride that I was partly responsible for teaching them this.

I was about to head to my tent when I heard a whisper off on the path to my left. I slowly walked over to where I'd heard the voice. As I got closer I spied the coach, wearing only a pair of skimpy cutoffs. His physique looked even more god-like in the moonlight. He grinned and motioned for me to follow him. I did. We walked down the path to the restroom and entered it. I didn't need any coaxing. I walked to the toilets and sat down. That's when I spied the other man sitting there. The muscular coach walked up to me and pointed his cock at my face. I wasted no time in bending forward and engulfing fully half of it into my hungry mouth.

I loved having an audience watch me while I sucked a cock. It gave me that extra edge to know that I was not only sucking a hot cock but that I was being admired as I was doing it. The second man stood up and walked behind the coach. I heard him slather some spit onto his cock and felt the coach brace himself. My mind was a blur. This magnificent, masculine man's man was going to get fucked in a toilet on the campgrounds. I felt my cock throb in anticipation. Nothing turned me on more than this kind of surprise. I'd made the assumption that this god of a stud was a top and only a top.

How wrong I was. I heard him whimper as the cock slid into him from behind. I heard him whisper, "Oh, Daddy." And I knew. It all became abundantly clear who had taught this icon how to take a man's cock. It had to have been his father. I envisioned a much younger figure, perhaps 10 being fondled and loved and sexually fulfilled by his daddy.

I reached between his spread legs and grabbed the man's balls behind him and held them as I felt him slowly impale his cock deeply into the coach's anus. He took the full length with not much more than a grunt and a grin. At the same time, his ample cock found its way down my throat and past my larynx, just as he had instructed an hour before. I was an excellent student. I neither choked nor hesitated. I gulped and swallowed this magnificent piece of man meat. I was shaking with the lust that only a pure cocksucker could understand. I was receiving as much sexual gratification as I was giving.

My own cock was now flowing freely as dribbles of pre-cum oozed out the piss slit and slid down the shaft onto my balls. No better lube was ever created. My hand reached between my legs and slathered it on my shaft as I began a slow stroking motion that matched my cock donor's movements. I closed my eyes and accepted thrust after thrust of his engorged cock while at the same time feeling the vibrations of the man's driving force behind him. We reached a sexual crescendo not often achieved. The lustful sounds of three rutting males could be heard for some distance, I was certain.

I felt the first spurts of hot man-cum spilling out onto my tongue. Simultaneously I felt the thrust of the man behind him as he unloaded spurts of sperm into his hungry ass. My own cock responded in kind. I spurted cum onto his stomach and balls and heard plops of jism hit the floor. I loved feeling a man's cock soften in my mouth after I've serviced him. The coach wasn't in a hurry for this to end. I appreciated that.

As his cock came up out of my throat and rested heavily on my tongue, I could taste the last dregs of his semen coating it. When we all caught our breath we laughed at our mutual sexual gratification. It was a laugh denoting a job well done. Sort of a gay man's pat on the back. We exchanged numbers. I knew this would not be the last time I saw my son's coach in a sexually charged situation. My older son would be in his class this fall. I couldn't think of a better mentor for my boy.

I walked slowly back to my tent. I had a big grin on my face and I was thankful that no one could see it right at that moment. I didn't have to explain it. I don't remember much after I lay down. I was that tired, that spent. It felt wonderful.

It was the following afternoon. I watched the camp counselors and the director, dressed in full scout attire, seated on the podium. The ceremony was duly solemn and military-like. The name of each scout was called in alphabetical order as they passed out the merit badges and uniform patches the boys had earned this week. I watched as familiar names were called.

Most of the boys earned at least a dozen patches to be sewn on their uniform sleeve. Only a select few would earn a very special patch. It was a pink circle and within it were an arrow and a hand. If one looked closely enough, he could discern the shape of a phallus formed in the shaft of the arrow and being held by the fist. The pointed tip of the arrow atop that phallic symbol was pointed at the round pink ring, denoting the asshole of the boy who had earned it. The subtle design was not obvious to the casual observer.

They named it after the camp, calling it the "Order of the Arrow". Those who received it would remember many years from this date how they had earned it. It was one of the most cherished awards the boys would receive for their stay at Camp Arrowhead. Any man or boy who saw a scout with this patch on his sleeve could immediately tell that he was a very special scout indeed. It would be responsible for many after-scout-meeting rendezvous between boy and boy or boy and man.

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