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Subject: Sweaty Scouts Chapter 1 (adult-youth, camping, urination) “HE’S OVER HERE!” one of them screamed. I pressed my small body down into brush and tried to disappear. How long had I been hiding there? An hour? It was hard to say. The sun had was now beating down directly on me. I was covered in sweat and dirt, it was miserable. But I didn’t dare move, if they found me it would be worse. It was my first camping trip with the scouts, the first trip for all the boys in the 7th grade troop; a rite of passage celebrating our transition from cub scouts to boy scouts. It was not for me. I was not what you would call an “outdoorsy” kid. I was young for 7th grade, only 12 years old, scrawny, just a hair above 5ft with a thick mop of dirty blond hair and soft attractive features. “He’ll be a heartbreaker when he grows up,” older women would often comment to my mother. “HE WENT UP ON THE BLUFF, FOLLOW HIM!!!” the boy leading the pack screamed. “DEATH BEFORE DISHONOR!” another one yelled as the frenzied sound of stomping sneakers beat the dirt a few feet from my face. My heart pounded with fear as adrenaline coursed through my veins. I lay perfectly still in the barely perceptible ditch between the trail and the base of the bluff, camouflaged by the flora, my t-shirt soaked in sweat from the heat and the terror. The weekend had been typical for a boy scout jamboree; hiking, swimming, camp fire stories, singing etc. But on the second day, our den father announced that the scouts would take part in a game of “manhunt” while the adults prepared the cook out. I was familiar with the game; basically an adult version of hide-and-go-seek played in teams. The scouts, however, added rules that made it a bit more like capture the flag. We were split into two teams, red and blue, with each team consisting of a mixture of cub scouts and boy scouts. The cubs hid in the woods and the boys had to hunt down the cubs from the opposing team, capture them, and bring them to their home base before they could be rescued by their teammates. Like most team sports, the game favored the sexually mature, testosterone loaded athletes in the group. Nerdy, late-bloomers like my friend David and me stood there awkwardly, exchanging looks of discomfort while whispering strategies to fly under the radar and end our involvement in the game as quickly as possible. “We’ll just get caught early”, David whispered to me. “We’ll hide together right outside camp and be the first ones they find.” It sounded like a plan. “Yeah, I mean no one on the team will stop to save either of us, and what’s even the motivation to not get caught? We get to eat first tonight?” I asked “Yeah”, David said, “We’ll get caught and sit in their jail or whatever till supper. Do you have your Magic cards with you?” I pulled the tip of my Magic deck out of my front pocket and smiled. “Good, we’ll have about 3 hours to play while the other guys finish `man hunt'” We both laughed. To begin the game, the older boys were corralled against the wall of the mess hall with their backs to us. “WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO MEN?” one of the boys called out. Deep and barreling voices responded in unison “WE’RE GONNA RAPE, KILL, PILLAGE AND BURN, WE’RE GONNA RAPE, KILL, PILLAGE AND BURN!!!” the boys erupted into a fit of laughter. David and I rolled our eyes at each other. “OK , guys, take it easy on these kids, no blood, no broken bones” the Den father said through his own amusement. “Alright boys, you have 5 minutes to run and hide, if you hit the dirt road on either side, you’re out of bounds. On your marks, get set, GO!” The whistle blew sending pubescent boys scattering in all directions at impressive track and field speeds. David and I and a few other stragglers took off at a mild jog feigning a stake in the game. We went out less than a quarter of a mile and slowed down, both of us out of breath from being tragically out of shape. Panting to catch our breath, David pointed to a clump of Rhododendron bushes. “How about behind those bushes?”, he asked between gasps. “Yes, that looks good, we’ll be hidden but not too hidden, whoever takes the path up to the volleyball court will see us for sure”, I concurred. David and I went behind the cluster of shrubbery, David laid down on his stomach parallel to the bushes. “There’s not enough room,” I pointed out, “maybe I should go behind the tree over there.” “No, we need to get captured at the same time so we can hang out for the rest of the game.” David insisted. “Why don’t you lie on top of me, that way we’ll both be hidden by the bushes and they’ll be forced to capture us together.” Like me, David was short and scrawny, but more sexually mature. I had noticed a soft tuft of hair under his arms earlier that summer and he constantly cracked jokes about things like jerking off and cum (concepts which were still somewhat mysterious to me). Puberty seemed to bring him out of his shell a bit, turning him from a rather shy boy to a puckish jokester. David wasn’t nearly as attractive as I was, but he had undeniably thick and luscious lips. One day during a game of spin the bottle, David’s spin landed on me, but instead of re-spinning until it pointed to a girl, David pounced off the floor, straddled me, and held me down kissing my lips. All the other kids laughed but I felt violated and betrayed even if it was a “joke”. Annoyingly, for years after that, whenever I would fantasize about kissing a girl in my school, it would be David’s thick moist lips I would feel in my imagination with a twinge of excitement, anger, and shame. Apprehensively, I lowered my small frame on top of him, carefully supporting the majority of weight with my hands on the ground. “Do you think we’ll hear them when they leave camp?” I asked. “Definitely,” David replied, “You know, don’t have to hold yourself up like that, what are you, ninety pounds? You’re not gonna crush me.” With that, David swatted my arms off the ground collapsing the rest of my weight onto his posterior. “I think it went in,” he said in a jocular voice. “Shut up” I said, clearly annoyed with his increasingly frequent attempts to sexualize everything. He started moving his hips back and forth, almost as if he was humping the ground. “What are you doing?” I demanded ataşehir escort angrily. “I’m just trying to get as far down into the ground as possible so we’re better hidden”. “Well stop it!” I growled into his ear. “Why?” he asked, adopting a cartoon squirrel voice from a show we used to watch as kids, “are you getting a boner?” “Shut the fuck up,” I sneered. The truth was, my penis WAS getting stiff. I was humiliated by my body’s reaction and terrified that he might actually be able to feel it. David started bucking up and down more wildly and reached behind him with his flexible arms grabbing my ass pulling me down toward him as he humped the ground mockingly chanting “Oh yeah Ryan, make love to me, your little peen feels so good in my butthole…” The more he rocked and grabbed me the stiffer my little dick was getting. I tried my best to wriggle away, at least I think I tried. Just as I was certain he must have been able to feel how hard my five-inch boner was, another whistle blew in the distance signaling the release of the boy scouts, and just as it did, I felt something happen that had only started happening recently. I could feel the tip of my penis becoming wet and sticky, almost like I was peeing, but only a little bit. “Was this cumming?” I wondered to myself. It didn’t feel like an enormous burst of pleasure…, “Did I have an orgasm?” I was confused, angry and embarrassed. What if it didn’t stop and David felt the wetness soaking through my briefs? Even if he didn’t FEEL it, he would certainly SEE it on my gray sweat shorts as soon as we stood up. Everyone would see it. I jumped off of David and in my most masculine voice possible said, “Grow up faggot”, and with tears welling in my eyes, I bolted further into the woods with my hands hiding the erection in my shorts and the wet spot beginning to form. I was able to run about two hundred feet before voices and footsteps announced the arrival of the boy scouts at which point I jumped for cover behind a large boulder. Just as I did, I heard a voice gleefully announce, “I found one!” I thought I had been discovered but as I peeked out from behind the rock, I could see it was David they had caught. “Fuck him,” I thought, “Let him go play Magic alone.” Three boys surrounded the Rhododendron and David stood up with a sly grin on his face and his hands in the air in surrender, but the smile didn’t last long as one of the boys tackled him into the bush. “Watch out for the fucking thorns!”, one of them yelled. “He is our prisoner, show no mercy!” another replied. A swarm of fists, feet, and knees created a flurry around the hedges, landing just beyond my site as David wailed in pain. After a couple of minutes One of the boys stood up, picked David up and slung him over his shoulder like a dead deer carcass. “Any friend nearby?” one of the boys asked. “Nah,” David said, “I’m alone.” “Yeah, that’s what they all say. Don’t try to scream out for your teammates to rescue you on the way to home base, or you’ll take another beating.” “Aye Aye captain,” David replied looking up at me with an eerie half smile before they carried him off. As soon as the boys were out of site, I ran toward the bluff and buried myself in the ditch. I was a fucking wuss and I knew it. I had always been picked on by older boys and spent a good deal of my life filled with anxiety and fear about actually getting the shit kicked out of me. “Not today”, I repeated to myself as I crawled into the ditch and covered myself with leaves and grass. “Not today”. “GET TO THE TOP OF THE BLUFF,” The boys continued to scream, “THERE’S NOWHERE TO HIDE UP TOP!” I held my breath as I heard the feet pounding past me. The deep voices and crude language of the older boys faded into the distance. I waited as long as possible and slowly released my breath but just as I did, a body ambushed me from above landing squarely on top of mine knocking the wind out of me. “I GOT ONE!” the boy screamed as he punched me in the back. I yelped in agony. “That’s right”, the boy whispered conspiratorially into my ear, “Yell like you’re having the life ripped out of you and you won’t get a beat down.” He didn’t have to tell me twice. Always one with a flair for the dramatic I unleashed an academy award worthy succession of yelps, cries, grunts, groans and expletives. The older boy stayed on top of me pounding the ground next to my body and pretending to knee me in the gut. “I GOT THIS ONE,” he yelled over to a couple of his buddies who had paused momentarily on the steep incline, “I can get him to home base alone, but he says he has two friends up top, GO GET EM’!!!” The other boys ran off howling. “Alright, alright, get up”, the older boy jumped off me and grabbed my hand helping me up. I was confused. “It’s just a game, little dude”, he said shooting me a big smile, “you think we really beat the shit out of all you kids? I mean some of the guys are assholes and go a little harder than the others -your little buddy actually got pretty cut up pretty bad in the thorn bushes — but mostly we just rough you guys up a little and tell you to scream bloody murder to scare the shit out of the other boys.” “Well, it worked”, I said, looking down, still stunned, still unsure. I recognized this guy. His name was Chris, he used to live in my neighborhood, but there was a death in the family and they moved to another town when I was still pretty young. He was attractive, six feet tall, broad shoulders, tan skin, brown hair, brown eyes and killer dimples whenever he smiled. He was a natural leader had made eagle scout first in the troop. “Come on,” he said, leading me down the path toward camp. “You’re Ryan, right?” “Yes” “Meghan’s little brother?” “Yes,” I answered still looking down. “Calm down man, I promise no one is gonna beat you up today,” he said, laughing, “I was good friends with your sister in middle school” “Yeah, I remember your family,” I replied trying to seem more at ease. “She’s a senior now?” he asked. “yeah” “She got really hot.” avcılar escort I nodded nervously “You ever get to see her tits?” He shot me a naughty smile. I hesitated and stammered nervously. “Sorry, shit, I forget how young you guys are when you start here, what are you fourteen?” he asked. “Twelve,” I corrected. “I’ve seen her changing a few times,” I added quickly and nervously, she never locks her door.” I lied, I’d never seen my sister naked, the idea made my skin crawl, but no other boy had ever talked to me like I was one of the guys before and I didn’t want it to stop, I wanted him to like me. “Damn! You little twelve-year-old perv! spying on your sister! No worries buddy, we all do it!”, he tousled my hair. “Fuck man, you’re filthy,” he said laughing again. “Well, I’ve been hiding in a ditch all afternoon,” I said, trying to relax a little bit. “Whatdya piss yourself too?” he asked jokingly, looking down at my shorts. “No,” I answered nervously again, “just laid in a puddle I think.” “Sure,” Chris replied shooting me smile. “You mind taking the long way back around the perimeter? I hate this game and I don’t want to run into your teammates trying to rescue you, and then have to go back out and catch another guy. If we go around by the lake, we shouldn’t run into anyone else and we’ll get back just near the end.” “Yeah that sounds fine.” I felt a little bad thinking of David all alone in the enemy prison but I was still really angry with him and was starting to feel really comfortable with Chris. “Hey, can I ask you a question without embarrassing you too much?” Chris asked. I slowly nodded affirmatively. “Do you wear deodorant yet?” “No,” I said, feeling my face turn crimson, “I think I’m too young still” “Oh no buddy, definitely not, I mean how do you think I found you in that ditch, I sniffed you out!” “Oh,” I didn’t know what to say. I was embarrassed and self-conscious and just kept walking taking deep breaths seeing if I could smell anything. “I’m fucking with you buddy, you don’t have to be shy about this sort of stuff, it’s just guy stuff, I didn’t sniff you out, but when I got on top of you, I could smell your sweaty t-shirt for sure, no big deal,” Chris tried to put me at ease but I was still processing this. “Oh,” I responded awkwardly, “OK, Thanks, I didn’t realize because…I never really…like smelled anything on me yet.” Chris burst out laughing. “Yeah man, you’re always the last to know, it’s kind of hard to smell it on yourself for some reason, easier to smell on other people.” “Oh.” We continued walking but I couldn’t even look at him let alone talk. I felt so iuncomfortable. I was worried that my smell was bothering him and that puberty had started, my dick dripping, my body smelling and I didn’t really know what any of it meant completely. “Here wait, stop, a minute”, Chris realizing how ill at ease he had made me pulled me over off the path and into the woods. He looked around to make sure we were alone, and then with a devilish grin said “I can’t believe I’m about to do this, but fuck it.” and pulled his shirt off. His body was much more developed than I expected, his skin was smooth and tan with an incredible amount of muscle definition. He saw me looking, smiled and flexed. “Rowing team,” he said, with a wink. Despite his torso being relatively smooth, his armpits were filled with thick dark hair. He, again, could see where my attention had turned and said, “Yeah man, I think I have like six chest hairs, but my pits started sprouting around eleven and it’s just gotten thicker and thicker and thicker.” He held his arm up making his bicep flex and motioned me toward him. I walked slowly toward him but then stopped. I wanted to be close with him, to be friends with him, but my danger sensors were going off like when David pinned me down and kissed me. “Oh, just fucking come here, I’m not gonna hurt you, I’m seriously just trying to help you out here.” I walked over and stood by his side. His hand still behind his head with his bicep flexed, he bent down a little toward me, cupped the back of my head in his hand and pulled me close so that my nose was right in his pit hair. “Smell that,” he said friendly but forcefully. I took an apprehensive breath in through my nose. Sure enough, it was the smell I had heard people refer to as “BO” before. But it was different. On Chris it didn’t smell bad exactly. It smelt natural and almost like exotic spices, it made me tingle inside. “Smell that?” he asked, “That’s what guys smell like, and I’ll be the first to tell you, girls don’t like it!” I paused, unsure what he wanted me to do. “OK”, he continued, “now take your off you shirt.” I hesitated, I didn’t even change my shirt in front of other boys in gym class and I avoided going swimming because of anxiety over being even partially nude. Chris once again sensed my hesitation, “Dude, I’m trying to help you out here, you don’t need to be nervous, I’m not gonna make fun of you.” I took a deep breath in and began to lift my white tee. Some of the sweat had started to dry leaving yellowish marks, but for the most part it was still pretty wet. I lifted the shirt over my head and stood there. “Wow, what are you so shy about? You have a great body, you’re small, but not an ounce of fat. Once you get older you’ll start putting on lean muscle just like me.” I smiled. “Alright give me your shirt.” I handed over my shirt with a complete sense of trust. He lifted it to his nose and took a big whiff. “Oh yeah, see I could smell it as soon as I got on top of you, it’s not as pungent as mine but those hormones are definitely starting to kick in.” He handed me the shirt, “smell it.” I lifted it to my face and inhaled. Sure enough, I could smell what he meant. I had never noticed it on me before but there it was. “Oh, yeah I can smell it”, I said with a bit of excitement. “Right?”, well that’s how you know its time man. Deodorant.” “Well,” I started out, feeling a little more confident with Chris, “if it’s so important, how come you’re not avrupa yakası escort wearing any?” He smiled, “well, like I said, GIRLS don’t like it, but most guys don’t mind it, so when its’ just us guys, sometimes we skip it.” “Oh” “Does the smell bother you?” Chris asked? “No, I don’t think so. I’m not sure.” “Here, try again”, Chris lifted his other arm, and this time grabbed my head a little more forcefully and buried my nose in his pit. “Some guys even like the smell,” he added as I slowly pulled away. “Lift up your arm,” he instructed, “Yeah, see you don’t have much hair yet, so the smell won’t stick to you the way it does to me, probably why you never noticed it before, without this big bush, you probably need to get really sweated up before you start to stink.” He took his index finger and started tracing the outline of my armpit. My body started to get goosebumps and my nipple started to get hard. I could feel my dick starting to stiffen up too. “Nope,” he continued hypnotically, his voice soft and slow, “not a trace of hair yet,” his hand moved from my armpit and was now caressing my chest. When his finger touched my erect nipple, my dick started to dribble again. I thought I might cry. I stepped away nervously and put my arm down. I turned my back to Chris fearing he would see that I was aroused. “We better move, we still have a ways to go,” he announced his voice returning to normal. We continued for a while in silence. I liked Chris a lot. He really seemed to be looking out for me. He was teaching me about being a man, he didn’t look down on me or make fun of me for being naïve the way other guys did, but the way he touched me made me really uncomfortable and I hated my body for reacting the way it did. After about ten minutes had to pee pretty badly. My hand kept travelling inadvertently to my cock and giving it a squeeze to try to diminish the urge which Chris of course noticed. “What’s going on down there buddy,” he finally asked, “you need to take a leak?” I nodded. “Well, we’re in the middle of the woods, no need to be shy, I gotta go too.” I hesitated. “Unless you need your privacy, I know some guys are like that,” he playfully needled me. I laughed, “My friend David can’t go if other people are around, sometimes we follow him when he really has to pee, from bathroom to bathroom and outside because he can’t do it if we’re around, it drives him crazy.” “You little rascal! I guess torturing your buddies is what friendship’s all about,” Chris laughed again and shot me a mischievous grin, “let’s play a game then,” he pointed to a rock at the base of a tree about two yards away, “let’s see if we can hit it.” Chris quickly unbuttoned the top of his denim shorts and unzipped, As I started to fiddle with the waistband of my shorts, I kept telling myself not to turn my head, but I had never seen a grown up’s dick before and even though I tried, my neck turned of its own volition. It was only for a split second, but I came face to face with the biggest, hairiest cock and balls I’d ever seen. As soon as I realized what I did, I immediately looked at Chris’s face which was all dimples. Blushing again, I went quickly back to the business of fishing my much smaller dick out of my briefs when Chris said, “Dude, you can look if you want, it’s not weird to be curious.” I turned and looked again. “I was blessed with a big one, nice nuts too,” he continued smiling as he cupped nuts in his left hand. “Yours isn’t bad for your age though,” he kindly lied looking at my relatively tiny penis. “And uncut too, I always wished I was uncut.” I had never heard of circumcision. “What does that mean?” I asked him. “Oh, well, I’m glad you feel like you can ask me things like that Ryan. See how the head of your cock is hidden in your foreskin?” he motioned toward my dick, his hand almost touching it. I nodded. “Well, some guys, when they’re born, for health reasons or family tradition or whatever, have the foreskin snipped off so it looks different. See how my head pokes out of and you can see it all the time?” he tugged on his dick a couple of times, “that’s because mine is cut, I have less foreskin.” I nodded, barely understanding the concept. “See I can make mine look like yours if I just roll the skin up toward the head,” Ryan gently rolled his foreskin forward over the tip of his penis, “see now it looks more like yours, only much bigger,” he laughed, “But it won’t stay like that once I let it go,” he let go of his dick to show me how the skin retracts, “and you can just roll it back and forth and it feels good, “he took his dick in his hand again and rolled the foreskin over the head of his dick and then back. He did this a few more times before he finally said, “Fuck here I go”, and unleashed a thick strong stream of piss, hitting the target rock almost instantly. The sound of his piss made me release a much less impressive stream barely getting half way to the rock. “Come on buddy you can do it, lean back ,lean back,” Chris cheered me on leaning his whole body back to show me how he could increase his distance, now hitting well passed the rock. I leaned back and pointed my dick up and almost hit it. “Here, let me help you,” Chris said, he let go of his dick which continued to spray piss about a foot in front of him and grabbed my cock with his hand and aimed it straight up while carefully using his thumb and pointer finger to gently roll my foreskin back to make the arc of my piss go further. I was so caught up in the game that I didn’t jump back or even give pause when he took my dick in his hand. It was all just part of the game. “Grab mine, Ryan, lets hit that rock together!” Without hesitation, I grabbed his massive penis with my small hand and aimed it toward the rock. I felt incredibly powerful, more so than I ever had in my life having his big ock in my hand and having control of such a powerful stream. Each holding onto each other’s cocks, our piss hit the rock together and I got a little mesmerized watching the streams join together. As the streams started dying down, I began to get nervous about my cock dribbling onto my shorts. I quickly let go of his cock as his stream was tapering off but he held tight on mine. “Good job buddy,” he said with an odd twinkle in his eye, “I’m proud of you for coming out of your shell a little,” I shifted anxiously, panicking ,as my cock was now dribbling piss on his hand. He cupped the head of my cock with his hand letting the piss soak his palm, leaned over and kissed me long and full on the lips. To Be Continued

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