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Subject: Scoutmaster Secret Part 2 [gay adult-youth] Scoutmaster Secret Part 2 by Boy Dreamer After arriving at the campsite, Matt and Ricky hopped out of the car and greeted Mike and the other boys as they disembarked from the van. Well, Matt did, anyway. Ricky hung back a little bit. First, he still had a stiffy from his talk with Matt on the drive; but, second, he was still feeling a bit shy around the other boys. Since it was summer, he wasn’t in his new school yet, so he had really only seen them a couple of times at pack meetings. He looked on nervously while the other thirteen boys went wild checking out their new home for the next week. It was a large plot of land surrounded by trees on three sides and with an excellent view over the lake and the mountains on the fourth side. There were no other campers or campsites around; it was a very private area. There was a large fire pit in the center, as well some picnic tables, grills, and a small pavilion scattered around. On one edge, almost nestled among the trees, was a small building Ricky realized was probably the bathroom, with its intimidating groups showers. His penis gave another little twitch as he thought about what Matt had said. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he was startled when he heard a little voice beside him saying “…and it’s such a cool spot!” He looked to his left side and recognized an eight-year-old boy named Johnny standing there looking at him, waiting for a reply. “Oh, um, yeah,” Ricky stammered. “Really cool.” Johnny grinned. “It’s going to be a great week. Mike was telling us about all the stuff him and Matt have planned, hiking and swimming and campfires and stuff.” He paused for a beat. Then he leaned in and said, in the closest thing to a grown-up sounding voice he could muster, “I’m sharing a tent with Mike.” He seemed very proud of this, although Ricky wasn’t really sure why. “Oh…that’s cool. I’m sharing with Matt.” Johnny nodded. “Oh, I know. First timers always share a tent with Matt.” He giggled, then continued: “I shared a tent with Matt my first time here last year. It was REALLY awesome.” He giggled again. Ricky was lost, but he didn’t want to seem stupid, so he just said, “Cool.” “Anyway,” Johnny continued, “I really have to pee after that long drive!” “Me too,” Ricky said–but he was puzzled when Johnny headed for a group of trees on the opposite side from the bathroom. “Aren’t you going to the bathroom?” Ricky asked, with a puzzled look on his face. Johnny giggled again. “You don’t have to go to the bathroom just to pee, silly! Matt and Mike told us we should always just pee in the woods.” He paused for another beat. “Want me to show you?” Ricky didn’t really need help peeing but for some reason he found himself compelled to say yes–maybe it was the sweet way Johnny was smiling at him, with his big brown eyes open wide. So he followed Johnny toward a thicket and after a couple of minutes they were slightly into the woods, unseen by the others but within hearing distance. Before Ricky realized what was happening, little Johnny had pulled his sorts down to his mid-thighs and started to pee. Ricky’s eyes bugged out a little: it was the first time he had seen another boy’s penis. He didn’t even look in the little boy’s room at school–the shy little lad had always hurried into a private stall to do his business. It was definitely a nice first penis to look at, but Ricky’s mouth was hanging open for another reason: Johnny’s hairless little 1.5 inch cocklet was stone stiff! He was peeing alright, but the way his little pecker curved upward meant he was spraying his warm stream of little boy piss in a high arc before it splashed into a nearby shrub. After a second, Ricky realized that Johnny was watching him stare at the eight-year-old’s stiff little pisser. Ricky was terrified of what he was going to say; he’d just been caught starting open-mouthed at another boy’s penis! But all little Johnny said, very sweetly, was “I thought you had to pee, Ricky?” And so he did. Ordinarily his shyness would have sent him hiding behind a tree to do the deed, but his feet didn’t seem to be working right then. So, he blushed, hesitated for two seconds, then pulled down his shorts, just like little Johnny had. And just like little Johnny, Ricky’s hairless little boy penis was stiff as a nail–so much so that he was worried he might not be able to pee. But after about five seconds of closing his eyes and concentrating very hard, he was able to squirt out another curved arc to match Johnny’s. Johnny giggled and started waving his little pricklet around so that his pee was splashing everywhere. He then aimed for the same spot Ricky was hitting and said “Look! We’re crossing streams!” He was laughing again. Ricky, in spite of his nerves, actually managed a grin. He started waving his own little stiffy around and soon both boys were laughing deliriously as they sprayed the bushes with their warm little boy piss. Johnny’s stream ended first since he had started first, but he didn’t pull up his shorts while Ricky finished. He just stood there with his right hand at the basis of his little peener, sort of squeezing it. He also had his pretty brown eyes fixed on Ricky’s little stiffy. “I wish my wiener was like yours,” Johnny said, nodding in the direction of Ricky’s. Ricky was uncut with a wrinkled little foreskin, but Johnny’s was cut and showing off a little pink mushroom head. Ricky was curious too and he took a step closer to Johnny. His left leg was now brushing up against Johnny’s right one. “I never seen one like yours before,” Ricky said, a little breathless. He didn’t admit that it was the first time he had seen any penis other than his own; he didn’t want to seem like a loser. “Mine’s OK,” Johnny said, “but I think ones like yours look really cool. Matt and Mike–” But before he could finish the thought, they heard their names being called by the Scoutmasters. So they pulled up their shorts and hustled back, leaving Ricky to wonder what Johnny was going to say about Matt and Mike and penises like his. It was already late afternoon, so the boys were being instructed to begin setting up their tents and unpacking. Ricky grabbed his stuff from the back of Matt’s car and waited for Matt to tell him which tent spot was going to be theirs. He was still thinking of the moment when Johnny’s little pecker had popped out of his shorts when he heard Matt calling his name. “I wonder,” he thought, “why Johnny’s penis was stiff? Maybe he liked hanging out with me?” One thing was for sure, though; Ricky was feeling a little less nervous about the fact that he might get a stiffy in front of the other boys. I mean, it had just happened, and it was no big deal. In fact instead of laughing at him, it kinda seemed like Johnny was…interested…in Ricky’s stiff penis. “I wonder why?” Ricky thought. “All I do with it is pee!” Ricky was in for a very educational week. Once he helped Matt set up their tent and unroll their sleeping bags, it was time for the pack to start working on dinner, so the next couple of hours were busy, with each boy assigned a specific task by the Scoutmasters while they handled things like starting and managing the campfire. It was hectic but Ricky was actually having a great time, even doing chores; he was starting to warm up to the other boys as he realized that they weren’t mean at all–just friendly and funny and rambunctious. No one teased him or anything, at least not in a mean way. Dinner was great and the s’mores were even better. After things were cleaned up, the pack sat around the campfire as the sun went down. They watched it fall over the horizon beyond the lake, singing camp songs Matt and Mike taught them, cracking jokes, and just generally having a great time. Ricky was in heaven. He’d never been able to spend this much time around other boys, with no daddy at home. He caught Matt looking at him and smiling a couple of times. He was feeling a little less shy now so he was able to smile back, and his cute little face had never looked better than it did then–lit up with happiness and the glow of the campfire The reality check came with Mike announced that it was “Time to hit the showers, boys! Grab your things and line up!” Uh-oh. Gut check time. Ricky had been distracted enough by the afternoon’s events to forget his anxiety for a while, but it sprang right back as he hurried to his tent to grab his toothbrush, towel, and pajamas. Matt caught up with him and put his hand around Ricky’s shoulders. “Don’t forget what I told you, buddy. There’s nothing to be nervous or embarrassed about, OK? Just us guys here.” Ricky nodded but his stiff little penis was not exactly getting the “calm down” message he was trying to send it. He wasn’t even in the showers yet and it was already rigid and throbbing! But he didn’t want to make a scene and, truth be told, he was a little…curious. About the showers. And seeing the other boys naked. And even (the thought made him blush!) what Matt would look like. Down there. Before heading to the bathroom, the Scoutmasters had the boys form a line facing forward. Matt and Mike then checked to make sure every boy had at least a towel and a toothbrush. Matt then cleared his throat and gave a little speech. “OK, boys! Time to hit the showers! Some of you have been to camp with me and Mike before and you know what’s up; others of you are new.” abidinpaşa escort Ricky was actually the only new boy, but Matt didn’t want to single him out. He continued: “Just remember what I always tell you boys: there’s nothing to be nervous about. Some boys are a little scared the first time they take their clothes off in front of other boys, but that’s nothing to worry about. We’re all guys here and we’ve all got the same parts. And just to make sure everything is equal, me and Mike will be right there with you.” He paused for a moment at that. Some of the boys exchanged glances; Ricky saw Johnny smile at Mike, who smiled right back. After the moment passed, Matt continued: “Oh, and one more thing. This is just guy stuff, OK? We all have penises and testicles and butts [some of the boys giggled at that] and sometimes…sometimes…our penises even get stiff. [The giggles were replaced by the sound of several sharp intakes of breath.] Even when we’re around other boys. Or men. Just remember that it’s totally natural and nothing to be ashamed about, alright? I’m telling you right now, it’s OK if your penis gets stiff in the showers. It just means you’re a healthy boy who enjoys being around other boys. And men. In the nude.” Ricky wasn’t sure if that little lecture was just for his benefit or what, but it definitely helped soften his anxiety a little bit. But it didn’t soften his little penis–in fact it may even have gotten a little stiffer. At any rate, the Scoutmasters were now leading the boys into the showers. No turning back now. Once inside, Ricky found himself in a large, open room, flanked by benches on one side and a row of open showers on the other. Definitely nowhere to hide in there. The boys placed their towels on the bench and each one of them began to undress. Shoes, socks, baseball caps. Nothing troublesome there. Then pulling off scouting kerchiefs and unbuttoning scouting shorts. You’d think that would be safe too, but Ricky couldn’t help but notice, for example, that little Johnny’s tiny pink nipples were very…stiff looking for some reason. Ricky thought it was strange until he pulled his own shirt off and realized his own little buttons were standing at attention. He took his time neatly folding his shirt because he didn’t want to be the first one to lose his shorts. He kept his eyes very focused on getting the folds just right, but out of the corners of his eyes he saw that the boys on either side of him were unselfconsciously slipping out of their shorts. “Time to take the plunge,” Ricky thought. Matt and Mike were enjoying the whole scene, of course. They liked to “supervise” this part of the process before getting undressed themselves. It was always a hot little show…over a dozen hairless little boys, stripping out of their clothes, revealing more and more of their creamy little bodies…. But Matt was paying especially close attention to Matt. To make sure he wasn’t nervous, of course. Not because he was fucking desperate to see the sweet boy’s stiff little penis, tight little scrotum, and plump, round bottom. It was especially exciting because he knew how nervous Ricky was. Matt wasn’t cruel or anything–he would never deliberately humiliate the boy. But Ricky’s embarrassment was proof of his innocence, and that only made the little honeypot even sexier to Matt’s pervy eyes. Ricky and the other boys were now in their skivvies–fourteen pairs of thin cotton underpants decorated with all the boys’ favorite cartoon and movie characters, as well as some delicious looking little stains in all the right places. And, unless Ricky’s keen eyes were mistaken, the fronts of most of those cartoon underpants seemed to be sticking out a little more than usual. “Hurry up, boys!” Mike said. “Did he just lick his lips??” Ricky thought to himself. But the boys obeyed. Sweet little Johnny was the first to strip off completely and, just as it had been earlier, his cut little 1.5 inch peener was stone stiff. He wasn’t self-conscious about it at all; he simply placed his Minions briefs on top of his shorts, grabbed his towel, and headed for an open shower. Things had definitely gotten a little quieter in there, but the other boys were all following suit now, and one hairless little cocklet after another was revealed to be sticking straight out. Ricky couldn’t believe his eyes (“Why am I licking my lips??” he thought,) but he was SO relieved. Matt hadn’t been playing a trick on him. It really did seem normal for all these little boys to have stiff little penises around one another. “We must really all like each other,” Ricky thought. So he put his fingers in waistband of his Thor briefs and slid them down his creamy, hairless legs, revealing his own little two-inch erection to all the other boys. And the men. Ricky had kept his head down but when he looked up, he discovered that Matt was staring at him. That didn’t ease the stiffness in Ricky’s penis but it did give him a warm, neat feeling in his stomach. Matt flashed a smile and a thumbs up, then mouthed the words “I told you so.” If the man had been standing beside him Ricky would have given him the biggest hug imaginable. Matt was just…he was just so…cool. “I hope I’m like him one day,” Ricky thought. “I hope I’m handsome like him, too.” Comforted and suddenly no longer nervous, since his boner was far from the only one, Ricky grabbed his towel and headed for a shower. Now more relaxed, he was able to survey the goods belonging to his fellow Cub Scouts. Just as Matt had said, none of them had any hair on their bodies south of their eyelashes. None of their little peeners were longer than three inches, even as stiff as they all were. And most of their hairless little nutbags were still pretty tight to their bodies, just like Ricky’s. Ricky tried not to stare but he soon noticed that the other boys, even though they were talking and cracking jokes and laughing again, were also looking at each others’ stiff penises. And Ricky’s penis twitched when he realized they they were looking at it, too. And instead of laughing at him or teasing him, as he had feared, they all seemed totally comfortable. Some of them even seemed…interested in his stiffy. The way little Johnny had been. Ricky took up a spot beside Johnny, who started chatting about innocuous things like what they’d eaten and some story Mike had told. Ricky was only half-listening, but his ears snapped to attention when the boy stopped chattering and said “Oh, look! Matt and Mike are finally in their birthday suits!” He giggled again. Ricky was lucky his neck didn’t break when he snapped his head around to look. He actually gasped. Somewhat loudly–Johnny certainly noticed, and giggled some more. Ricky’s knees started trembling a little. Both the Scoutmasters were, indeed, in their birthday suits. Ricky was looking at a grown man naked for the first time in his sweet young life–two of them, in fact, although one was only 18. It was…well, words can’t really describe what Ricky was feeling as he stared, slack-jawed, at the two grown-up mens’ hairy, muscular, totally NAKED bodies. The hair that fascinated Ricky on Matt’s arms and legs covered his chest and stomach, too, and got even thicker south of his belly button. Mike was not as hairy as Matt since he was only eighteen, but he was definitely sporting enough of it to make it clear that his masculinity was not in doubt. But the thing–or rather things–that really had Ricky floored were the men’s big penises. BIG penises. And they were both…they were both totally stiff, just like Matt said they might be! Ricky didn’t know penises could get that long and thick. And hairy. And their ball bags were hairy, too! And hanging down from their bodies like they were full of something. And just as he had speculated based on Johnny’s earlier unfinished comment, both men had wrinkled foreskins like Ricky’s. But both of their foreskins were also pulled back a little and exposing some of their penis heads, both of which had huge peeholes leaking some kind of clear liquid from them. A string of it was actually hanging off the tip of Mike’s penis…. “That string of goo is longer than my peener!” Ricky thought to himself. He was floored. His penis was stiffer than ever. His stomach was in knots. And he was not alone. As the men approached their shower stations, things had grown quiet again–quiet whispers instead of loud laughter. Most of the boys were looking at them, or looking at them but pretending not to. But Matt and Mike didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact they looked kind of…proud of themselves, as if they liked showing off their adult bodies to all these little boys. They were talking to each other about something and seemed not to notice the attention they were getting [“seemed”: they definitely noticed, and ate it up] but as he passed by, Matt gave Ricky a little wink and grin. The boy almost fainted right then and there, but luckily Johnny brought him back to earth. Sort of. “Their thingies are HUGE, huh? And just like yours, with that wrinkly thing at the end. It’s crazy how hairy they are. Mike told me that I’d get that way one day, too, when I grow up. But he told me I wouldn’t get the little wrinkly thing on my penis tip, that’s not something you get as you grow up. But that’s too bad. Mike said it feels really good and he LOVES it when I–” But he stopped himself adana escort suddenly, and blushed. “When you what???” Ricky demanded, momentarily tearing his gaze away from Matt’s big erect penis. But Johnny wouldn’t say anymore. He turned off the water and rushed to dry himself and brush his teeth. Ricky wanted to find out more, but he found himself lingering a bit, even though he’d already cleaned off his dirty bits. Twice. Watching Matt shower was too engrossing to be given up that easily. However, before long, he realized he was one of the only boys still showering. And besides, Matt and Mike had turned off their showers and were starting to dry themselves. So Ricky forced himself to do the same. After drying off and brushing his teeth, he put on a fresh pair of Thor underpants and his cotton pajamas with the dinosaur print. They were feeling a little tight since his penis was still so stiff. He tried to hide the bulge with his towel–not that he needed to. Every other pair of pajamas in the room seemed to be having the same malfunction. Soon enough, the boys were marching back to their tents, parting ways as each boyish couple headed into their tents for, most likely, a fun game of wrestle tinglies before falling asleep. Ricky saw Mike and Johnny climbing into their own tent and, unless he was mistaken, it looked like Mike had guided Johnny into the tent by putting his hand on the boy’s round little bottom. Weird. Matt had needed to go grab something from his car before coming to bed, so no adult was around to rub Ricky’s bottom as he climbed into his tent. He was feeling a little jealous of Johnny, even though he had no idea why. He was also facing a new challenge: being alone again with Matt after seeing the man naked and…well…starting at his big, stiff, hairy, leaking penis. While the man had also looked at Ricky’s hairless, wet, naked body. And the other thirteen boys’ hairless, wet, naked, bodies. Ricky was very nervous again. And a little excited, although, again, he really didn’t know why. He just knew he was having the best time of his life so far and that he was feeling all sorts of new feelings, in his heart and in his body, and that Matt had become his number one hero of all time. “I better be careful,” he thought. “If boys got crushes on adult men, I wonder if this is what it would feel like?” He wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself and he was still a little warm from the shower [ahem], so he hung the lantern on the hook above and just laid down on top of his sleeping bag, which was, he now realized, awfully close to Matt’s. They were going to be in very close quarters for the next week. Ricky wasn’t sure how he felt about that–merely good? Or totally great? He was lost in thought when the zipper on the front of the tent twitched as Matt unzipped it and stepped inside. He closed the tent flap and looked at Ricky. “Hey, champ! You look comfortable, but if I were you I’d get out of those pajamas. It’s going to be a warm night and I personally will be stripping down to my skivvies.” As he spoke he did, in fact, start taking off his clothes, pulling of his shirt to reveal his hairy chest and stomach. Ricky gulped. He hadn’t bargained on this. And he wasn’t totally sure how he felt about it–being alone with a handsome man. In his underpants. With a stiffy. All night. For a week. He bolted upright and took his pajama top off, then laid back down to wiggle out of his dinosaur pajama pants. Matt was right–it WAS warm in there. Matt chuckled as he removed his sandals and then his shorts. There they were, man and boy, Scoutmaster and Cub Scout, alone in their tent in nothing but their underwear. Both sporting very obviously stiff penises. Matt actually nudged his sleeping right up beside Ricky’s so that they was no longer any space between them. He laid down on top of his, on his side, facing Ricky, who also turned to his side to face the man. Matt took a moment to drink in the boy’s delicious beauty when seen from this angle, in this light. The curve of his neck into his collarbone and delicate shoulder; the sleek, slender torso, curving down toward the belly and then up again to prominent hip bones jutting out over the waistband of a thin pair of cotton underpants decorated with Thor’s hammer. The pee flap, with its little yellow stains, was tented with what Matt now knew to be a very sweet looking little boy penis–hairless, uncut, pink, with a tight, wrinkled little scrotum. South of that, the long sweep of his slender, hairless, and very beautiful legs, ending in a pair of sweet little boy feet that practically begged to be worshipped. Matt wasn’t the only one taking in the view; Ricky was also surveying his tentmate’s masculine frame, so different from his own–his handsome bearded, face; his big biceps and hairy chest; his furry tummy with the trail of hair that led right into the top of his plain white underpants. Ricky blushed to see that the man was sporting such a big tent, but there was another difference than size; there was also a large wet spot near the place where Ricky judged the man’s penis head to be. “He must have just peed,” Ricky thought. He was impressed by the man’s legs, too; just as hairy and muscular as the rest of him. As always, the boy was totally fascinated by the man’s hair. He wanted to reach out and touch it but he knew that would be BAD and that he’d be in big trouble with Matt. Matt had been in this situation many times; he could guess exactly what the boy was thinking. Time to get the ball rolling. “How’d you feel about that shower, buddy?” he asked. Ricky tore his eye’s from the man’s crotch and blushed. “It was…cool.” Matt smiled. “I knew you’d like it, champ. I told you there was nothing to be worried about. Boys and men can be naked together all the time and it’s not a big deal. Just guy stuff.” He paused for a moment. “Just guy stuff–like our stiffies.” Ricky blushed again and squirmed a little bit. He’d taken off his pajamas but somehow felt even warmer than before. Matt pushed ahead. “I saw that your little peener got stiff in there, buddy. But you saw all the other boys’ penises got stiff, too. So no worries there, right? And you saw that you’re not alone in hot having hair or anything. None of the boys have hair down here yet.” As he said the word “here” he pointed to the trail of fur leading down to his waistband. Ricky nodded. That was true. “And you also saw that me and Mike got stiffies. I saw you staring at mine.” Ricky winced. Had he been that obvious? “Do you know why our penises got stiff, buddy?” “Because…because…we like each other, like you said in the car?” “That’s right, little dude. Because we all like each other. And enjoy seeing one another naked. And for some other reasons, too.” Ricky was curious: “What other reasons?” Matt slid his hand down to his own crotch and, at first, seemed to be scratching an itch, except he kept moving his hand over the bulge in his underpants longer than it would take to scratch an itch. Ricky was mesmerized. “Ricky…do you ever rub on your peener, when it gets stiff? Like I’m doing now?” The boy could barely breathe. He shook his head no, and it was true; the sweet boy had no idea why a person would do such a thing. “That’s too bad, buddy! It feels really good.” Matt kept rubbing himself. “You see, Ricky, when men and boys get stiff around each other, well, yeah, it means they like each other. But it also means that they might want to…do stuff together. Guy stuff. With their penises. Because it feels good.” Ricky was totally flummoxed. He had a vague idea that men and women “did stuff” together to make babies, but he really didn’t know what. It had never occurred to him that men and boys might do that stuff, whatever it was. But he was suddenly very eager to find out what it was. “What do you mean, penis stuff?” he asked in a breathy voice. “Well, buddy…it might be better if I show you. To help you understand. But we’d have to take off our underpants again. Would that be OK with you?” Ricky bit his lip and thought about it for a moment. “Are…are you sure it’s OK, Matt? I mean, I’m not sure…if mom found out….” He trailed off. “Oh, buddy, your mom can never, ever find out about this stuff, OK? It’s guy stuff and women just don’t understand. You’d be breaking the guy code. And the scouting code. You want to be a good scout, don’t you, buddy?” Ricky certainly did want to be a good Scout. And in the cool guy club. So he nodded. “I knew you’d be into it, buddy! All boys your age are. And men like me really like to teach boys like you about their bodies and stuff. Even Mike. I bet he’s teaching little Johnny all about his body right now.” Ricky remembered the man’s hand on the boy’s butt. It made a little more sense now–the older boy was teaching the younger one about his body. And he remembered what Johnny had been about to say in the shower–something about what Mike liked him to do–about his penis…. “You mean…you mean they’re doing penis stuff right now…in their tent?” “Oh, I know they are. With a boy as cute as Johnny in your tent, who wouldn’t want to play penis games with him? Of course, he’s not half as cute and sexy as you are.” Ricky’s eyes bugged out. “You…you think I’m cute…and sexy?” “Oh yeah, buddy! That’s why my penis is so stiff right now. I really like you and think you’re cute and would really adıyaman escort like to play some penis games with you. Just a little bit at first, to see if you like it.” Ricky was trembling, but he nodded. He’d never looked more delicious. Matt wasted no time shucking off his tighty whities. His stiff dong bounced as he yanked them down, with a nice, clear stream of precum oozing from the tip. He was now totally naked. Looking at Ricky. Sort of…impatiently. Ricky tore his eyes from the man’s crotch and slowly, with trembling hands, lowered his Thor underpants over his stiff penis, down his thighs and over his feet. Now he, too, was totally naked. Matt gave a low whistle. “You have one of the cutest little boy penises I have ever seen, buddy. And I’ve seen a lot.” He wasn’t lying; Ricky’s little pink boner was a boylover’s wettest dream. “Watch how I pull up and down on my foreskin, buddy. It feels really good when a man or boy does that with his penis. Why don’t you give it a try? Just do what I’m doing.” Ricky obeyed, putting his small hand on his small penis and tugging up and down, slowly, on his foreskin. It DID feel good. “This is called masturbation, Ricky, or jacking off. It’s what men and boys do when they want to play penis games but there’s no one else around to play with. Feels good, huh?” Ricky whimpered, but he had a question. “Matt…what’s all that clear stuff leaking from where you pee? I mean, is it…leftover pee?” Matt laughed. “No, buddy, that’s called precum. A man makes it when he is playing with his penis. He makes a lot of it when he plays with pretty boys like you. It makes your penis slippery and feels nice. It even tastes good!” Then, without warning, the man slathered some of the stuff on his fingertips and reached over to massage it into Ricky’s stiff little penis. The boy yelped and squirmed–but Matt’s grip was firm and he knew those were squirms of pleasure. He continued his lesson. “Now, one of the first penis games men and boys can play is to do this to each other. Masturbate each other or jack each other off. That’s were we rub each other’s penises, like I’m doing to yours. Do you like that, little buddy?” Ricky moaned again, but Matt wasn’t worried about keeping things quiet. If someone at that campsite had a tape recorder that night, or any night, they would have captured a LOT of moaning coming from basically every tent. The man enjoyed watching his little lover boy squirm with pleasure, and his whimpering moans were music to the Scoutmaster’s perverted ears. Ricky’s head was thrown back; he’d rolled onto his back as the man masturbated his stiff little cocklet. He’d never felt anything like this. Scoutmaster Matt was only using two fingers to pull up and down on his little foreskin, but the clear stuff was so slippery–it felt AWESOME. But it felt even more incredible when the man used his other hand to tease and toy with Ricky’s wrinkled little scrotum. The boy started bucking his hips from all the intense feelings he was having. His moans were increasingly loud and he was clenching his sleeping bag with his hands while Matt tormented his sweet little kid genitals causing more pleasure than the boy had ever thought possible. “OH…Matt…NNGH…it feels soooooo gooooooood.” Matt recognized the signs of a boy on the edge of a heaving dry orgasm–the first of the sweet boy’s young life. So he kept up the pace with his fingers but scooted in closer so that his hot breath was on the boy’s neck. He leaned in and began to kiss along the boy’s pronounced collarbone and up the curve of his neck. Ricky was really whimpering now. Matt leaned forward and whispered in the boy’s ear: “You’re close to having a really special feeling, little buddy. Just let it happen. It might feel like you have to pee, but don’t try to hold it in, just let it fly.” It was true. Ricky did feel something building in his little ball bag–something crazy intense. It did feel like he had to pee but he did what Matt told him and didn’t try to hold it in. The way the man’s fingers were pulling so sweetly, and massaging his teetees and making him tingle… Even if he’d tried to hold it back he would have failed. A naked nine-year-old boy being masturbated for the first time (ever) by a hunky adult Scoutmaster is never going to be a great example of endurance. But the thing that finally set him off was when Matt pressed his bearded face into the boy’s and KISSED him right on the mouth. The feeling of the man’s facial hair and the way his big tongue was hungrily probing Ricky’s mouth…. “NNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Ricky gave the loudest moan of his young life as his wrinkled little ball bag exploded and sent spasm after spasm of pure ecstasy all along his rigid little penis shaft. Nothing wet came out, but that made no difference to Ricky, who didn’t know about wet cums anyway. This perfectly dry one made him shiver for thirty seconds and curl his cute little his toes so hard they almost hit his heels. Matt kissed the boy all through his shivery tinglies, but more gently than before as the waves of pleasure subsided in his young lover’s sweet body. He pulled away to look the boy in the face and gently run his fingers through his short hair. Ricky still had his eyes closed; his chest was heaving and he was panting. The flush on his face showed how worked up he’d gotten as he was MOLESTED for the first time in his life. “Ricky.” The boy’s eyes fluttered open and he found himself looking into his Scoutmaster’s smiling face. “Did you like me masturbating your penis, kiddo?” Ricky nodded. “And did you like getting your tinglies just now?” Ricky nodded again and managed to squeak out a question: “What was that?” Matt grinned and continued his lesson. “Well, buddy. The fancy word for it is an orgasm. Sometimes it’s also called cumming, but you don’t really make cum yet.” He knew Ricky didn’t really know what that meant but it was irrelevant at the moment. He planned to give a demonstration momentarily anyway. “But for boys like you it’s called your tinglies. It’s when you play penis games, alone or with someone else, so that you get to have that awesome feeling. It’s a way to stay happy and healthy and enjoy your own body–especially your little penis and ball bag. They can make you happy a lot if you let them. Or if you let me.” Ricky nodded–enthusiastically rather than shyly this time. He wanted to play that little game as much as he possibly could. “Great, buddy! It’s going to be an awesome week. There are lots more things I can teach you. Lots.” “OK, Matt!” “But for tonight, let’s stick with this one, OK? Now, since I did you, you have to do me. Fair is fair, right? It’s important for Cub Scouts to be fair.” As he spoke he rolled onto his back so that his big adult wiener was pointed straight up. He’d been oozing precum the whole time he’d been pleasuring Ricky, so the end of his cock was a sticky mess. “Why don’t you reach over me and rub my penis until I get my own tinglies, buddy?” Ricky knew it was naughty to touch a grown man’s penis. He really did. But he just couldn’t help himself. Gingerly, he reached over with his right hand and rubbed his fingers in the goo at the end of Matt’s big erect penis. That made the man moan, so Ricky began to use his sweet little hand to massage the stuff all over the man’s big cock. In fact, the man’s penis was so big he really needed to use two hands, which he was now doing. He had repositioned himself so that he was on his knees right beside the man’s crotch, pulling up and down on his Scoutmaster’s stiff, veiny, hairy erection like there was no tomorrow. Matt’s eyes were rolled back with pleasure and he kept encouraging the boy to keep going. Taking a trick he’d learned from Matt earlier, though, the boy began to use his left hand to tease the man’s big hairy testicle bag while his right hand kept rubbing up and down the man’s boner. It was Matt’s turn to grip the sleeping bag and thrust his hips in the air. He’d been beyond horny for this boy for weeks, and spending all day grooming him had made his balls even bluer. Plus that shower earlier, with all those hairless, naked little preteens–many of whom Matt already knew quite well– “FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” The man swore loudly and then grunted as a massive load of thick jizz tore through his nuts and blasted from his cocktip. Spurt after spurt of pervy jizz erupted in high arcs; three of them his Ricky’s sweet little face with sticky sounding splats. He kept pumping, though, until the man had slowly stopped thrashing and he pulled the boy’s hands off his softening boner. Ricky was a bit in shock. As mentioned earlier, he was not familiar with the concept of cum, and he now had three thick globs of it running down his face and onto his neck and chest. Matt looked up at him and smiled. Then he pulled the boy into a kiss, licking all the pervy cum from his new little boyfriend’s lightly freckled face. He then hugged the boy tight. “I have an extra big sleeping bag, honey. Why don’t you cuddle up with me tonight. In the morning I can tell you all about that sticky stuff.” Ricky was curious but also dead tired, and the man was holding out his big arms inviting the boy to snuggle into his hairy chest. So boy melted into man, who wrapped them in his sleeping bag and cuddled the boy close, falling asleep with the sweet, boyish scent of Ricky’s hair filling his nostrils. Sweet dreams indeed. — Check out my work on : Stepdaddy Secret: fty//gay/adult-youth/stepdaddy-secret/ Birthday Secret: fty//gay/adult-youth/birthday-secret Nephew Secret: fty//gay/incest/nephew-secret Scoutmaster Secret: fty//gay/adult-youth/scoutmaster-secret

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