| Scouting With Steve | ||
| We had arrived at the camp early
and began to set up the tents. The late summer sun was already hanging low by
the time we finished. The Troop Leader had assigned all the tents, and as Junior
Troop Leader I had been appointed a tent with one of the Associate Scout
Masters, Steve. Steve was a rugged looking dude, big as a lumberjack, dressed in
a red flannel shirt, jeans and construction boots. He was quite a sight, at
6’2”, black hair, mustache, and blue eyes. As for my self, I was 19 years old,
6’1” and 140 lbs, brown eyes and hair. Dressed in jeans and t-shirt, damp with
sweat, I heaved the last of our gear into the designated tent. I sat next to
Steve, as we ate dinner, to get acquainted; it was hard to concentrate, since
the you could swim in those eyes. The easy smile on his face got my mind racing
with thoughts of what his big chest must be like, and wondering how I would be
able to sleep in the same tent as this stud wet dreams were made of. As he
talked I heard him say he was married and had a son, who would join our Troop in
a few years. One of the other scout masters had asked him along, to see how we
organize our camp-outs. Later, after dinner, I hung out with a bunch of other
guys, near a fire away from the Scout Masters, we were all telling stories,
mostly about getting laid, and about porno mags we had seen. I was enjoying the
lies and getting horny, thinking about the day, the hot guys in the troop, the
warmth of the fire, and the stud that was to be my tent-mate for the next week.
By the time the guys decided to hit the sack, I was ready for a serious jerk-
off session; I only hoped that Steve would not be in the tent. I should not have
given it a second thought though, as I looked over at where the scout masters
had their fire, they were all drinking beer, shooting the bull, complaining
about their wives and jobs. I figured, I had it made. After washing up, I crawled into the tent, slipping off my sneakers and jeans. I sat on top of my sleeping bag, and pulled off my t-shirt, catching hold of my left tit, and gave it a familiar flick, just to get the feelings going. My cock had begun to stir, as I continued to play with my tits, and run my fingers through the hair on my chest. Slowly I moved to begin work on my prick, still surrounded by the soft white cotton of my briefs. I lightly squeezed my balls which were already aching for release. The smell of pine smoke, the glow of the fire, spurred me on as I massaged my rod, now semi-ridged in my shorts. Running my hand gently under the waist band, I could feel the texture of the curly hairs at the base of my dick. I began to instinctively stroke the length of my hard cock with one hand while using the other to work my shorts off my ass and down to my knees, so I could quickly pull them up, if I heard footsteps approaching. By now I had worked myself up and breathing heavy. I began to pull on my pud in earnest, slowly at first, tip to base and back again, then quick short jerks. Alternately squeezing my tits and balls, for extra feeling. I had just begun to slow down, hoping to make the feeling last, when suddenly the tent flap whipped open, and Steve was in the tent. There I was with one hand wrapped around my rapidly wilting dick, and the other still clamped to my left tit. Quickly I began to pull up my underpants, when Steve said, “Don’t stop on my account, I was thinking of doing the same thing. Maybe we can help each other out,” he said with a wink. After turning to secure the door flaps, he started to unbutton his shirt. With each button, more of his hairy chest came into view, swirls of dark hair nearly hiding his large nipples standing at full attention. With his shirt off, he said, “I noticed you like to work your tits too, not many young guys realize how special their tits are...me-when I work those boys of mine, and the sensations go straight to my balls.” Still in a state of shock, I could barely grunt acknowledgement, but in my head I had to agree with Steve. The sight of Steve, licking his fingers and thumb, to give those tits of his a twist, was helping to bring life back to my dick. He took off his belt and began to loosen the buttons on the fly of his jeans. It was then I realized he had no underwear on, and his dick was straining to be released. As he undid the last of the buttons, he scooted into place on his sleeping bag, with his pants around his knees and his boots still on. Steve, asked if I would help him out and untie his boots. His eyes however, were asking for more. I crawled up over his outstretched legs and began to undo the knots, it was then that I felt his large paws start to caress my ass through the soft cotton fabric. “You sure got a nice ass too, boy,” he said, sliding a finger inside the leg band, “fuzzy and hard,” as he slipped more of his hands inside. As I struggled with his boots and jeans, with my ass up in the air, he worked his hands down around to my balls and began to roll them between his fingers, “Wow, “ he said in a low voice, “you got a big set of nuts, buddy, I bet they’re filled with tasty cream.” As I grappled with the last leg of his tight jeans, he asked if I liked the flavor of ball juice. I didn’t know, never having tasted any, and told him so. “Alright!” Steve said, “Well the best tasting man juice, this side of the Mississippi, is right here in these nuts, stud!” jiggling them lightly for me to see. With that he began to nuzzle my ass, while working his man meat. I could smell his aroma, as I crawled back up to my sleeping bag, just inches away from him. I could smell the hint of smoke, mixed with the odor of beer. I watched intently as he began to stroke his pud a few more times, then lick his finger to lube the head. Steve asked if I was going to join him, he said he’d really like it if I would help him out. He reached over and took my hand and brought it to rest on his now rock hard cock. Steve’s cock was a good 8 inches with a flaring ridge around the head. I was just barely able to encircle it with my hand, it was so thick. I could feel the heat before even touching it. As I slowly moved my hand up and down the pulsating shaft, I stared intently at the purple head with its winking eye. Instinctively I began to work it a little faster. Meanwhile, Steve reached over and released my cock from the confines of my briefs and began to work my dick as well. He reached up and touched my nipples sending shock waves straight to my balls, his hands sensing the strain, dropped to my balls and began to manipulate them. Then he whispered, “This weekend, you’ll learn about knots and swimming for the other scout masters, but you’ll learn about man sex from me, stud!” As he spoke he picked up the pace on my cock as I mirrored his actions on his manhood with my hand. “Together, you’ll learn to give and receive pleasure from a man’s body, the same as my daddy taught me.” With that a simultaneous explosion ripped through both our balls, causing cum to shoot out on to our chests in one, two, three heavy wads! Slowly, we milked the final drops from each others dicks. Steve, licking the cum from his hands, said, “Now that the top cream is off we can get into some serious fucking!” After resting and talking a bit, Steve continued that he had learned about man sex from his dad, who’d caught him beating his meat one night after a date left him with blue balls. Since his mom had been out of town for a few weeks, his dad was just as horny and had all the time needed to initiate Steve, into man sex. Steve suggested the next lesson would be to learn to suck cock. I told him, I didn’t think I could do it. With that Steve reached over and began to twist my left tit and said, “We’ll see, we’ll see!” As my cock began to swell, he suggested I give his meat a few pulls, just to warm up. He shifted closer to my side of the tent, touching shoulders to toes. Steve dipped his head low and began to slowly kiss and lick my chest, slowly working toward the target of my right tit. Still locked between his fingers my cock had jumped to full attention. Gradually he worked his tongue, first with just the tip and then sucking and chewing on my tit for all he was worth, working back and forth between the two nipples. He either had a tongue or his fingers working the hard little nubs on my chest. I was squirming away, when Steve said, “You like that boy, don’t yea... yeess your leaking pre-cum all over. You’re a hot bastard, ain’t ya!” Reaching over, I took Steve’s well formed pecs and began to massage them good, just as he had done, licking my fingers to get his juices flowing, as he continued to work on my tits. I began to massage his broad shoulders as he began his final descent, licking my tight belly, circling my navel with his tongue. Then diving in, to scrub it good. I could feel the stubble on this stud’s face as he worked himself lower and began the task of licking around the base of my pulsating shaft. Then he worked himself lower to taste the insides of my thighs...instinctively I spread my legs to give him better access. His tongue next found my heavy balls, already churning the next load of cum. He sucked on each ball, drawing it into his hot mouth, and slowly letting it slide out over his wet tongue. Then both balls at once, he sucked, slurped, and made them ache for release. Finally he set my nuts free to feel the cooling night air. All this time his fingers had not left my tits, my hands, meanwhile, had found his head. I worked my fingers through his hair, as he changed his focus of his attention to the shaft he had tasted earlier. He slurped on the pole, up and down, leaving the flaring corona of my head, then trying to work his tongue into my piss slit, finally engulfing my cock into his horny mouth he locked his lips around the head and began the now familiar sucking motion, up and down, from tip to mid-shaft, then lower, and lower, then finally all the way down to the cock hairs at the base of my cock. I could feel the head of my cock enter the soft warmth of his throat, in and out. I have never been deep throated like that since, it was amazing. His hands now left my tits and began to work on my balls. I began to thrust into his hungry mouth, I was fucking his face, pumping my rod deep into his throat. Running my hands through his hair keeping his head well positioned, I could feel his throat muscles working my cock, he was sucking me gooood! Steve gave a soft moan of satisfaction and began to shift around to position himself in a 69. Steve swung himself up and over, suddenly his cock appeared over my face, dripping pre-cum. I stuck out my tongue and caught a drop as it leaked from his heavy piece of man-meat. It was thick and mildly salty. I was beginning to hump my ass up and down, still fucking Steve’s face. Nearing climax, I instinctively opened my mouth. Steve, who had obviously been waiting this moment, dropped his hot 8 inch rod straight in. I had no choice but to suck that monster cock, as Steve continued to work on mine with renewed vigor. Finally, Steve rolled us over, until I was on top. Suddenly I found my cock hitting the sweet part of Steve’s throat. I let up on his prick and began to pump his throat like an open cunt. It was truly a test of Steve’s self-control as I humped his face and then shot one hot load of spunk after another directly into his gullet. It was amazing, I had never felt anything like it. To show Steve I appreciated his efforts, I slurped on his dick, quickly bringing him to climax. Taking his musty cream and swallowing it proudly. When I had finished licking the last of his ball juice, Steve instructed me on the fine art of cleaning up with my tongue. By the time I had finished Steve and I both were ready to drift off to a well deserved sleep. I awoke late into the night with a warm gentle sucking on my piss hard prick. With Steve’s gentle urgings, I was soon dumping another hot load into his gullet. After Steve sucked the last drops of my cum, he quickly dropped off to sleep. Not bothering to dress, I quietly slipped out of the tent, to take a leak. The stillness and the heavy smell of pine mixed with the heady scent of man-sex, resulted in an immediate hard-on as soon as I finished my piss. As I pulled the last drops of piss from my swollen member the taste of Steve’s cum began to fill my thoughts. I thought I heard a stir off to the side, but I didn’t see anything, and thought no more of it. I slipped quietly into the tent. I took in the sight of this man... the pattern of the hair on his chest, the curly hairs at the base of his now flaccid cock, his ball sack with the egg size contents. I decided at once to return the favor of a late night blow job. Quickly, I positioned my mouth near his crotch, deeply inhaling the scent. Slowly I began the task of bringing that monster dick to life. Working from the base, I covered the head with my tongue. Lick, lick, slurp! The piece of man-meat, slowly stirred and stretched to its full 8 inches. I licked more around the head, swirling my tongue, then racing down the entire length of the shaft. Then I began to work on his balls, sucking them in, tasting the sweat and the remnants of our earlier cum. At that moment I caught the glimmer of a pearly bead of pre-cum, and quickly lapped it up. Now I took the straining rod into my mouth and began to fuck my face with it. In and out, in and out, while with one hand I began to work his left tit, the other pumped the base of his massive tool. Steve’s hips began the gentle rocking of a fuck. My hand that had been massaging his massive pec’s, now wandered to his equally massive nuts, and gently pulled and twisted those low hangers. Suddenly the strain was too much, I felt the impossible, as his already rock hard cock got even harder, and then Steve exploded with heavy volleys of cum hitting the back of my throat. Slowly the humping motion of his hips began to taper off, leaving me to clean the last of his cum off the hairy sack of his balls, and for us to drift off until morning. Well I awoke the next day to the warm breath of Steve’s hungry mouth on my quickly stirring cock. Quickly he took my still soft member and began to work his magic. Steve, silently arranged a 69, and allowed me to follow his lead on his rock hard pecker. To the sounds of the early morning camp activities, we brought each other to a now excitingly familiar climax. As his tool swelled in my warm mouth, I fed Steve a load of my cream, while he pumped my mouth to overflowing with a hot load of his own. Afterwards we licked each other clean, then quickly dressed. Steve, got into his jeans and t-shirt, as I started to pull on my under shorts, Steve said, “leave’m off!” He wanted quick access to my cock and balls, he explained. So I shucked on jeans and t-shirt, and out the tent we went. The rough texture of the jeans, kept my dick half hard, and I needed to rearrange my cock so I would not embarrass myself. After breakfast, we began the daily camp chores. Soon Steve had us volunteered to go get fresh drinking water. This meant that we would need to drive a few miles up the road to the nearest pump house. We filled the back of Steve’s pick-up with empty containers, and climbed into the cab. We were no sooner out of sight of camp, when Steve pulled over. First I thought we forgot something, or there was a problem with the truck. Steve, just smiled, and opened his 501’s and made me do the same. “OK, stud, sink this cock into your mouth boy, and remember no teeth!” I worked his pecker into my mouth, until the cock hairs were tickling my lips, and then off we drove. Steve was bouncing up and down in the seat as he maneuvered the old pick-up down the dirt road with one hand, and keeping pressure on the back of my head with the other. By the time we got a mile or two down the road Steve had popped another hot load into my eager mouth. The guy was as horny as hell, and never seemed to be outa man-juice. After we got to the pump house, Steve hiked up his pants, even though he said I had to take mine off. We filled the water containers and loaded them into the pick-up, with me naked as the day I was born. Then back into the cab, with Steve’s rod buried in my mouth again, and we headed back toward camp, or so I thought. Steve, had other plans however, and pulls the truck onto a side trail, which ended in a small clearing. This is when Steve said, “now for the next step in your training, boy!” He pulled my head off his prick and ordered me outta the cab, and out onto the bed of the truck. Steve, had my lay down on my back, then scoot my ass right to the edge of the tail gate. Then he began his now familiar sucking on my young cock. Reaching up he played with my hard nipples, while working his tongue all over my cock and balls. Next he began to drift further down, licking the tender region between my ass-hole and my balls...then lower still, as his hot lips began to stray toward the rim of my man-cunt. He slowly worked his horny tongue into my hole, lubing it up for what was to cum. The sensations were so wild, with my ass opening and closing around the hot poker of his tongue, he was making my butt beg for more. “You like this, don’t ya slut,” he asked as he came up for air. All I could do was moan in agreement. Back he went to his task, licking and slurping, wetting down my man-hole. Finally, Steve, said it was his turn...and quickly pulled me up off the back of truck, and then hopped up, dropped his jeans, all in one coordinated motion. He had obviously been in this position before. He laid back on the tail gate with his heels and ass right on the edge, then said, “work it boy, give me tongue, and do it deep...stick it in as far as it’ll go boy. Fuck me with that hot tongue of yours stud...work that ass,” he kept saying, “Lube it good, son.” His cock was bouncing with excitement as I began to minister to his hole. He kept telling me how to work his ass right, “suck it, lick it, slurp on it!” He was moaning and grinding his butt into my face...working his man-cunt open and closed around my tongue. Then he said, “Fuck me, baby! Fuck me with that man size cock, boy!” When standing, my prick was lined up directly with that wet waiting hole. It was still winking from the rimming I had just given it, so I lubed up my cock with a hand full of spit as Steve directed and began the task of slowly working my 9 inch prick up to the hilt into Steve’s hungry ass. Slowly inch by inch, working it deeper and deeper into the hot confines of his ass. I was in heaven. When I was in to the cock hairs I reached up and began to work his huge brown nipples. I wanted to rest there, but Steve would have no part in this. That was it, he wrapped his legs up over my shoulders and said, “Fuck me, buddy! Fuck me hard and fast!” I started stoking that asshole, humping, and building up speed... Steve was begging for it, “harder, faster, deeper!” Soon I was long cocking him, all the way out then slamming in to the root. My balls were smacking his butt, and they were aching for release. Suddenly, Steve, said he was getting ready to cum. So instinctively now I lowered my ready mouth over his rock hard prick, as I pumped his ass. That proved too much for Steve, I felt his ass contract around my hard dick, and then an explosion filled my mouth, jet after jet of hot jism! That in turn triggered my orgasm, and I pumped a hot load of ball juice deep in Steve’s bowels. I finally collapsed on to Steve’s heaving chest, with his cock wedged between our sweating bellies, and my cock still buried deep in his ass. We stayed that way until we both regained our breath. Once we recapture our strength, I pulled out of Steve, who then ordered me to clean him up. I eagerly lick the cum off his cock, but that was not enough. Steve said, “Now clean your ball cream off and out of my ass, stud! I hesitated a moment, and Steve shouted, “Do it now, boy!!” He hoisted his legs up and I got to work on his ass, licking and slurping, tasting my cum mixed with his ass juice. Steve, was urging me on, “deeper, all the way in boy, yeaaa, that’s it!!” He had his hands on my head, forcing me to eat his ass. He was getting turn on again, his cock was already hard again by the time he let me up for air. “Now,” he said, “it’s my turn, get back down here boy, and scoot that ass close to the edge!” He quickly began again to tongue fuck my waiting ass. He rimmed me and slurped and ate my ass good. Then in a flash he had my heels on his shoulders and his cock at the gate of my man-cunt. Slowly he began to rub his man size tool all over my virgin butt, lubing it with his pre-cum. Then he began to work in a finger. He fingered me good, first with one then alternating with his thumb, then he had two fingers and finally he had three working my backdoor. Eventually, he exchanged his fingers for his dick. In he went slowly at first, feeding me the fingers he had just removed from my ass. Then he was in, all the way to the balls. He allowed me a moment to adjust to the size of his prick, then began the rhythmic pumping action, slowly he rocked back and forth in my butt, then picking up speed, he was soon plowing my ass. A flicker of pain, quickly eased to the pleasure/pain of a deep fuck. Steve was humping away, fast, slow, shifting directions, until he hit the mark...I let out a moan and he knew he had found it, then he worked my asshole for all he was worth. I was oozing pre-cum, which he scooped up and licked, then fed me the rest. He was sweating and dripping down on my belly, I reached up and began to twist on his tits. That sent him over the edge, he crashed into my ass then stiffened and I could feel the cum leaping from his prick into my bowels, I could only grunt at the feeling and then dumped my own load between our bellies. Satisfied I thought at last, Steve came out of my ass with a pop. But rather than rest, he dove straight down to my leaking ass and slurped up a cummy load, then he fed it back in to my waiting mouth with his horny tongue. What a man! He went back for more, stopping to lick my cum off my abdomen, then going for more of his man cream, then back to my mouth. Mmmmm, tasty cream!!! Once he had everything cleaned up, we got back in the cab of the truck. I assumed my position, mouth on his cock for the ride back. I was not disappointed; I told you the man was incredible! |
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