From: hobberdehoy@hotmail.com (Mark Legg)
Subject: Story:  At Camp (M/b)
Date: Mon, 02 Feb 1998 06:15:25 GMT
Approved: moderated.stories@bigfoot.com

WARNING:

This story may contain descriptions of sexual acts between boys of 
various ages and/or men and boys. If this is not to your tastes, please leave 
now (unless you want to be educated and have an open mind that is!)


AT CAMP

Perhaps you'll enjoy this little reminiscence of mine which happened 
when I was about 13 and had just started to produce spunk.  It took 
place at a scout camp and the man involved was also a teacher at my 
school.

We had been playing a kind of wide game which involved capturing and 
tying the other side up, I'd been unfortunate enough to get caught and 
been tied up with my hands over my head. As soon as the other boys had 
left in search of someone else to capture, I tried to get my hands out 
of the rope, but they had done too good a job. I wriggled around as much 
as I could but only succeeded in making the rope tighter. Then I began 
to get these feelings in my tummy and lower down that told me I needed a 
pee.

As the feelings got stronger I had to cross and uncross my legs to try 
and distract myself, it did work for a bit but soon I just had to let a 
few little squirts out.  I knew my underpants were getting damp but 
there wasn't much that I could do about it.  I heard some footsteps and 
figured the boys were coming back to let me go. It wasn't a boy but this 
particular teacher who I really liked he was one of the umpires and was 
supposed to be neutral.  

He came up and said something like, "Ha! I see you've been captured then 
Michael."  I told him that I was dying to go to the toilet and would he 
please let me go?  He replied that since he was an umpire he couldn't do 
that but that if I didn't mind he would get it out for me so I could 
pee.   

I was so desperate that I think I would have agreed to anything, so I 
just said, "Yes please Sir, please do it quick, I'm bursting."  

With that he began to unbutton the buttons of my short trousers, then 
fished around inside until he found my willie. After a little trouble he 
finally pulled it out of the opening in my underpants and held it 
between his thumb and first finger.  I just completely relaxed and let 
the pee gush out, it shot in a long arc before splashing down onto the 
grass.  It seemed to steam out for ages, but eventually the force slowed 
down and finally stopped.  Then he rubbed my dick up and down saying 
that was a good way to get out the last few drops.

Of course the inevitable happened and I began to get a boner, and he 
made some remark about growing up and becoming a big boy.  I couldn't 
help moving my hips backwards and forwards in time with his rubbing and 
I suppose he took that as a signal that I didn't mind what he was doing.  
Well, I didn't really and really liked the feelings I was getting down 
there. He began rubbing my willie up and down a bit harder and at the 
same time undid the snake belt around my waist, unfastened the top 
button to let my fly gape open and put his other hand around to my back 
just above my bum cheeks. 

For a while he just caressed me back there but gradually I could feel 
his fingers moving lower and lower onto my bottom.  To be honest the 
more he did it the more I liked it, and I just shut my eyes and moaned a 
little.  His fingers went right into my crack and played around the 
entrance to my anus, I wasn't sure that I liked it much but my willie 
was so hard that I thought it would burst.  Suddenly I began to get 
those wonderful feelings I  had just begun to experience and knew that 
my spunk would be erupting in a second or two. I hardly had time to 
shout out before my sperm was shooting out all over his fingers, I felt 
awful about doing that but he didn't seem to mind. In fact he even 
tasted a little from his fingers and said 'taste's lovely'. (of course 
that was in the days before aids).  

When he let me go I could see that his track suit bottoms were bulging 
out at the front.  He saw me looking at it and said, "Did you like 
that?"  I nodded, , then he said, "Well, perhaps I will see you later 
and you can be nice to me too, but keep it our secret OK.? " I nodded 
again and he put my, now soft, willie back inside my shorts, buttoned me 
up then left me until the others came back and let me go.

When the others turned up they released me without doing anything more 
because the gong was going for tea time.  I was a bit cheesed off with 
the boys for leaving me tied up for so long, but I didn't make too much 
fuss about it because they might do it again to me if I did.  After tea 
we went up to the club house for an hour or two. My friend Craig and I 
played on the pool table for most of the time, although we did break off 
to have a few games of table tennis.  At about nine o'clock we had to go 
back to our tents and by ten we were all fast asleep because we were 
tired after the wide game. 

Unusually for me I woke up again at about half past eleven because I 
needed to go for a pee.  Craig and Mark were fast asleep so I got my 
anorak on and crept quietly out of the tent.  The toilet block on the 
camp was not far away and I didn't need a torch because you could see 
the lights of it down the roadway.  It was a bit spooky going down there 
all on my own, because it was deadly quiet everywhere.  There was no one 
in the toilet when I got there and only the sound of the cistern above 
the urinal.  There were a couple of moths buzzing around which I kept my 
eye on as I got my dick out and started to pee.  I was about halfway 
through when I suddenly heard footsteps come in through the door and who 
should appear but Mr. Miller!

"Hello there," he said, "you're up late."

"Yeah," I answered, "I was busting to go, so I had to get up."

"I know the feeling," he replied as he stood next to me and got his own 
thing out.

For a moment or two we both just stood there with our pee slashing down 
the tiles into the trough in front of us.  I was the first to finish and 
was shaking the last few drips of my willie when I glanced over at Mr. 
Miller's dick.  It looked much bigger than mine and as he peed he was 
sort of moving his fingers up and down the shaft a bit as well.  He saw 
me looking at it and said, "Do you like what you see?"

I wasn't really too sure how to answer that, but just said, "Yeah, but 
it's much bigger than mine."

I could hear Mr. Miller breathing quite heavily and then he sort of 
whispered, You'll have a big one one day too, but do you fancy having a 
little play with this one now?"  I wasn't too sure about that but sort 
of nodded in agreement anyway.  I suppose it was curiosity more than 
anything else, I did want to have a good look at his dick to see if all 
the stories I had heard about it were true.

He shook the last few drips off and then turned and said, "Come over 
into one of the cubicles, then we won't be disturbed if anyone comes 
in."

All the cubicle doors were open so he led me to the end one next to the 
wall.  I went in first and Mr. Miller followed, shutting and bolting the 
door behind him.  For a moment I wasn't sure what I was expected to do, 
but Mr. Miller just stood in front of me and put his hand on my 
shoulders.  

"Go on," he whispered, "have a feel of it."  

I slowly put my hand out and touched the front of his shorts.  He hadn't 
done his buttons up, but his prick was not hanging outside his flies at 
that moment, I sort of poked the front of his shorts a bit until I came 
to a bulge which I knew must be where his cock was.

"Grab hold of it," he whispered as I rubbed my hand over the bulge.  The 
bulge felt sort of rubbery as I squeezed his dick through the material.  
"Put you hand inside and feel it properly," he continued as he moved 
even closer to me.  I was beginning to get excited myself doing it 
because I could feel a sort of tension growing in my own little willie, 
it was beginning to poke out of the front of my PJ bottoms.

I eased my hand in the opening of his shorts and felt around for the 
slit in his underpants.  He had boxer pants on so it wasn't difficult to 
find the way in.  The first thing my hand felt was the hair around his 
dick.  That really excited me because it felt so different, I didn't 
have any hairs there yet and it felt really funny running my fingers 
through his prickly ones.  Then I came to his dick, it felt really big 
and already quite stiff. I couldn't get my fingers all the way around 
it, so I felt all the way down his shaft until I came to the end.  Then 
he sort of moaned, "get it out." so I pulled it out thought the slit in 
his pants.  Once it was out in the air it got even stiffer and stood up 
really firm and straight.  I looked down and noticed a sort of clear 
juice oozing out of his pee slit.  I dabbed it with one of my fingers 
and was fascinated as it sort of stretched out in a long thin strand, a 
bit like syrup does, yet when I rubbed it between my fingers it felt 
really slippery and not sticky.  

"Do you know what that is?"  Mr. Miller asked.  

I said that Craig had told me it was love juice.  

"Yes," he said, " it's good stuff because it makes it easier for you to 
put your prick where you want it."  I wasn't quite sure what he had in 
mind when he said that, but I kept on rubbing my fingers over the end of 
his dick and spreading it about because I could see he liked it.

After a while he lifted me up and put me on the toilet seat in front of 
him.  Then he took my anorak of and pulled my PJ top over my head.  It 
felt a bit cold so I shivered but he put his arms around me and pressed 
his chest against mine saying, "this will warm you up."  Then he ran his 
hands up and down my back, it was really nice when he pushed my PJ 
bottoms down and cupped each of my bare bum cheeks in his hands and 
pulled me even closer to him.  I could feel my stiff willie squashed 
right up against his hot belly, as he did this he began kissing me all 
over.  On my cheeks, my lips, and my little nipples, as he called them.  
I knew he was getting really horny and I could feel his cock rubbing 
between my thighs.

We kept doing that for ages until he gradually worked his mouth down my 
body until he came to my willie.  I didn't expect him to do what he did 
next, but it was the most wonderful feeling and really blew my senses.  
He had sucked my stiff willie into his mouth, all the way down to my 
balls it went in then he opened even wider and for a few seconds even 
had my balls inside his mouth as well.  The slippery sensations and 
warmth really drove me crazy and I put my hands on his head, pumping my 
stiff little dick in and out of his lips.  Mr. Miller was enjoying it 
too because I could see him rubbing his own dick with his left hand and 
it was oozing loads of juice too. Eventually I could feel myself cumming 
and I tried to warn Mr. Miller that I was about to shoot what little 
spunk I had, but either he didn't hear me of he didn't want to let go, 
anyway the next thing I was shooting into his mouth. The feelings were 
really fantastic and I wished they could go on and on, but once I had 
finished shooting I began to feel a bit tired and pulled my softening 
willie out of his mouth.

Mr. Miller said to me, "Now it's your turn." and lifted me down off of 
the seat, switched us around and sat down on the seat himself.  His 
prick was slippery with all that love juice and I could see the glans 
where his foreskin had peeled back a bit was all shiny and deep red in 
colour.  I was a bit concerned about how it would taste because I had 
never sucked another boys dick let alone a grown man's.  So I knelt down 
on the floor, it was cold on my knees, and took his thing in my fingers. 
At first I just let my tongue slip over the tip of it but then when I 
found it didn't taste bad at all, I plucked up courage and slipped the 
whole head into my mouth.

"Oh, yes baby, suck it." 

Mr. Miller was kind of writhing around and I wasn't too sure that I 
liked being called 'baby', but I let as much of it as I could glide 
inside my mouth. It felt kind of smooth and velvety as it moved in and 
out a bit, of course I knew I wouldn't be able to get his balls in as 
well, so I just fondled them with the tips of my fingers.  Well, he must 
have liked it because he quickly began to moan even more and pulled it 
out of my mouth before shooting gobs and gobs of spunk all over the 
floor, some even landed on my chest and one gob right on my lips.  I 
couldn't resist it and licked it into my mouth, tasting the creamy sperm 
of a man for the first time.

Somehow the rest was a bit of an anticlimax, since we just kind of 
cleaned up a bit and I put my PJs back on while Mr. Miller did up his 
flies. We even left his spunk on the floor and I often wondered if 
anyone else ever saw it.

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