Date: Wed, 31 Jan 2007 10:21:19 -0800 (PST)
From: Eric Nies <ericnies17@yahoo.com>
Subject: Erics-day-at-the-race-4

Disclaimer: The following contains acts of sex involving minors and/or
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ERIC'S DAY AT THE RACE

Chapter 4

Shawn looked over at Robert, which was all the distraction I needed.  I
moved closer to Shawn and quickly grabbed his cock and gave it a squeeze.
The effect was immediate, a look of utter surprise went across his face.

His cock was rock hard and when I squeezed it, I felt him involuntarily
flex his cock muscle.  All of this in a brief moment, since I just squeezed
quickly then let go, trying to gauge his reaction.  I suddenly realized my
predicament.  I was a brand new leader, not really even that...just an
adult chaperone, that had just "touched" a 14 year old boy.  What had come
over me?  A week ago, I was living a normal life, trying to get laid with
any girl who would have me and now, I was going after teen-aged boys?

I looked at Shawn and he sort of cocked his head, looking at me strangely.
To mask my rising panic, I said "Now, who has the balls for what?"  "One
thing you should know about me, dude, is don't ever throw the gauntlet
down.  I'll take it every time!"

Shawn finally smiled his wicked smile.  "Oh, it's on now," he said.  "Just
remember, Eric, I don't get mad...I get even!"  And with that, he playfully
grabbed at me, which I turned to avoid, and swam off to be with the rest of
the group.

I turned to Robert and said, "Whew!  That was close.  I think I have been
thinking to much with my small head, and not enough with my big one."
Robert laughed.  "Aw, don't worry about it.  I think you just surprised
him.  You're the new guy and he just didn't expect it.  We play grab ass
all the time.  He's cool."

I really hoped so since I didn't want to spoil things with Robert.  We swam
for a half hour more and it began to get too dark.  The long day was
finally at an end.  I called to the boys and told them it was time to get
back to camp and made sure that I was the first one out.  All the better to
see everyone's package before they got dressed.  As I was putting my boxers
back on, the boys slowly came out of the water a few at a time.  I enjoyed
the show.  The setting sun back lit them as they came out of the water and
I could see each clearly as they came up the short beach.

The 16 year old came out first with the 11 year old.  The older boy was
Sam.  I had heard the boys calling his name as they played.  His brother,
the 11 year old, was Billy.  As Sam walked toward me, the light was just
right.  His ball sack was up tight against his body, having soaked in cool
water the better part of an hour.  The hairs on his sack were sticking
strait out and I could see them silhouetted against the light.  His cock
was shriveled up but it all looked good to me.

Several of the other boys came out of the water and I noticed a cute,
red-headed boy.  I didn't know his name yet, but he had the sort of
bubble-butt that makes you drool.  His cock was uncut and unbelievably,
hard as stone.  He was looking around to see if anyone noticed but the sun
was in his eyes and he apparently didn't see me staring at him.  He had a
tight little bush of pubes right above the top of his dick that was bright
orange.  To this day, I have not seen hair that color orange.  It seemed to
be glowing.  He came to within about 2 feet of me and I busily began tying
my shoes, stealing glances at him as often as I could.  He quickly pulled
up his boxers and shorts.  When he had on most of his clothes, I looked up
and said, "Hi.  I'm Eric.  I'm the new chaperone."

He looked up at me and said, "Hey.  I'm Peter Jenkins but everyone calls me
P.J."

"Nice to meet you, P.J.," I said and stuck out my hand.  He grabbed it and
we shook.  His grip was firm and sure, something you don't usually get with
kids.

"How old are you, P.J.,?" I asked him.

"14.  I had my birthday about a month ago."

"Cool," I replied.  "I have never seen a red-head with such red hair," I
told him.

"Yeah, I hear that a lot," he complained.  "It sucks having red hair.
Everyone makes fun of me because of it."

"Hey," I said.  "You should be proud of it.  I would kill to have red hair
like yours.  I am totally jealous."

He beamed and smiled at me, then one of his buds pulled him by the arm and
led him away.  "See ya," he called back.  "Later," I yelled back at him.

We all made our way to camp and came back to a roaring fire that Don, the
Scoutmaster had built.  It felt good, since the water had chilled me a
little. We pulled out our food and began to cook dinner.  We all took turns
cooking at the fire and ate our meals, laughing and talking about nothing
in particular.  The boys horsed around, throwing bits and pieces of their
meals at each other, having a good time.  I was sitting next to Don and
said, "I forgot how fun this was.  Thanks for letting me come."  He said,
"Yeah, there's nothing like being around a fire in the woods, no T.V., no
phone, no nagging wife (he winked at me when he said this) and a bunch of
great kids having a good time."

"You're a good guy, doing this for them.  I remember my campouts to this
day.  They are some the funnest times I've ever had.  These guys are lucky
to have someone who will do this for them and they don't ever realize it,"
I told him.  Don, the gruff guy that he was, said "yeah, well someone has
to teach them this stuff.  Their parents sure aren't."  With that, he got
up and moved to stop one of the boys from starting a forest fire with an
ember that he was playing with.

I was surprised, a few moments later, by the rumble of thunder overhead.
We all kind of looked up and then looked at each other.  The weather
forecast was supposed to be clear of rain but then; this is Michigan where
the weather changes in the blink of an eye.  Within 20 minutes, the
temperature had fallen 10 degrees and the wind had kicked up.  We all were
scrambling to get our gear under shelter for the storm that we knew was
coming.

I no sooner got into my tent than the floodgates opened and it began to
pour.  The rain was coming down in sheets and I could barely hear the boys
yelling as they tried to get under cover.  Being the former Boy Scout that
I was, I was prepared for this contingency and was thankful that I had
taken the time to set up my tent properly.  I didn't worry about the rain,
my tent was a high quality mountaineering tent and I had spent many a night
under the rain and had stayed dry every time.  I had also brought a book
with me, in case I got bored and I opened it now and began to read.  It was
about 9 pm, and I do not usually go to bed before midnight, but the sound
of the rain on the tent and reading the book lulled me into sleep.  I don't
remember falling asleep, but I suddenly was jarred from it by the violent
shaking of my tent.  I thought the wind had really picked up, but then the
tent shook again and I heard someone yelling my name and asking if they
could come in my tent.

Now, the rules of scouting are clear about adults and boys sharing a tent.
Unless you were related, you couldn't have someone under 18 in your tent
with you.  That was why I was sleeping alone in the tent, and not with
Robert.  "What do you want," I yelled above the howling wind and rain.

"My tent is leaking and all my stuff is wet," I heard yelled back.  "Can I
come in?  Hurry, I'm soaking wet"

My tent is a one room; two-door, 3-person tent that really means no more
than 2 adults can fit.  It did have side wings that sloped off from both
entrances which gave some room to put your gear, shoes and other stuff you
didn't want in your tent with you, but wanted to keep dry or sheltered.
The wings opened out over bare ground and if you kneeled in them (the tent
was too small to stand in), you would be outside the tent itself but still
under the shelter of the rain fly.  I opened up the wing closest to where I
had heard the yelling and saw Shawn standing there, literally dripping wet.
I told him to kneel into the wing area, but not into the tent.  When he
did, I closed the wing shutting off the rain.  He kneeled there, with water
dripping off his hair, nose, clothes...his whole body.  With all the water,
the temperature had dropped; making it comfortable if you were dry, but
cold if you were wet.

He said, "Thanks man.  My rain fly has mildew all over it and the rain just
comes right through."  This wasn't the time to remind him how important it
was to take care of your gear.  He started to work his way into the tent,
but I stopped him.

"You can't come in here all wet, Shawn.  If you get the tent wet on the
inside, it will begin to leak.  Then we'll both bet wet and I'm not gonna
let that happen.  You'll have to take your wet stuff off," I told him.

"All of it," he asked, teeth chattering from the chill of being wet.

"Anything that's wet.  Do you have anything that's dry in your tent," I
asked him?

"No, its all soaking wet.  All of my food too," he replied.

His hands were shaking and I began to be a little concerned.  I had my tent
light on and could clearly see the goose pimples on his skin.  I looked at
his lips, but they weren't blue so I relaxed a little.

"Here," I said.  "We need to get that wet stuff off you and get you dried
off and into something warm.  My clothes are going to be way too big for
you, but I probably have a pair of shorts you can wear.  You'll have to go
without a shirt since I only have the one I have on."

"Take your shirt off," I commanded.

He started to take his shirt off, but his hands were shaking and the shirt
was wet making it hard for him to remove it.  I moved closer to him and
grabbing the shirt at the waist, pulled it up and over his head.  His
nipples were standing straight out, another sign he was cold.

"You'll have to pull your shorts down about half way and then when they're
clear of your butt, rotate in and sit down on the floor of the tent.
Otherwise, you'll be sitting in the dirt," I told him.  He executed the
maneuver with no problem, which left him sitting on the floor of my tent
with his shorts at his ankles and his feet and boots resting on the dirt in
the wing of the tent.  I moved over to him and untied his boots then
grabbing his ankles, swung his feet around rotating his body so that he was
all the way in the tent.  I pulled off his socks and put them across his
boots to dry.

Shawn was now sitting in my tent stripped down to his boxers, the pubescent
peach fuzz on his legs standing straight out.  I looked down at him and
said, "I got some bad news, Shawn.  Your boxers are soaked too, you're
leaving a puddle in my tent.  We have to get those off you quick before it
gets too wet in here."  He looked down at the puddle of water he was making
and before he could think about it too much, I pulled him up onto his
knees, hooked my thumbs in the waist of his boxers on both sides and pulled
straight down.  The boxers came down past his thighs and I rotated him back
onto his butt and pulled them off the rest of the way.  This was done in
one fluid motion and Shawn now sat fully naked on the floor of my tent, a
surprised look on his face.  I took a long glance between his legs, his
balls were up tight against his body and his dick was shriveled due to him
being so cold.  I saw the sparsely populated area of pubes above his shaft.
I quickly turned toward my backpack and grabbed a pair of running shorts
that I usually slept in.

"Here, let's get these on you," I said.  We reversed the procedure, which
by now was predictable and we had the shorts on him in a moment.

"They're huge," he moaned apparently choosing to forget that he was naked
just a second ago.

"Well, you could stay in the buff or we could try to make these work," I
joked.

He gave a halting laugh at that, and I reached to the front of the shorts,
peeled back the waistband (taking another quick peek at his package) and
grabbed the drawstring of the waistband.  I pulled it and tied it off, but
the shorts were way to big and even with the string tied as tight as I
could get it, the shorts dropped down and rested just below his hips, not
quite big enough to fall off but not tight enough to stay up.  The result
was the waistband rested right on his cock shaft, his light wispy pubic
hair showing above the band.  We both looked at each other and shrugged.
"It's better than nothing," I assured him.  He nodded.  He was still
shivering, his hands still shaking.

"Let's get you warm," I said.

I usually slept on two "mattresses" when I camp, one a small, portable one
that blows up to about 1/4 inch and since that isn't nearly enough padding,
I put the blow up one on top of a 1/4 of compacted foam.  Between the two,
which were just large enough for my body, I was pretty comfortable.  I now
took the foam mattress and laid it next to my blow up pad.  I then took my
sleeping bag, unzipped it and draped it over the two pads like a blanket.

"Here," I said.  "We'll have to lay close to each other and our body heat
will keep you warm."  I laid down on my blow up mattress and he on the foam
mattress and I put the spread out sleeping bag over both of us.  We both
lay on our backs, our arms touching at the side, and were silent.  After
about 10 minutes, Shawn said "thanks, Eric.  I was freezing and now I'm
finally warm.  I don't know what I would have done if you weren't on this
trip."

I was having a hard time concentrating, this mostly naked teen boy laying
next to me, his body heat wafting over me and the smell of boy rising up
out of the sleeping bag.  My cock was hard as ever and I could already feel
the pre-cum leaking.  I had been hard most of the day and except for the
relief I got from Robert in the lake, I was filled with pent up sexual
desire.  I suppressed it and managed to say, "No prob, Shawn.  You'd have
done the same for me.  Let's just get some sleep so we can have fun
tomorrow."  My left arm was to on his right side, my hand near lying near
his hip.  I moved my hand over to his stomach and patted it as I spoke to
him.  I moved my hand back over, but let it rest on the right side of his
stomach, near his hipbone.  My fingertips were just touching the waistband
of the shorts.

"Is it ok if I rest my arm here, dude?"  I asked.  "I don't really have
anywhere else to put it without being uncomfortable.  He moved his arm
over, so it was lying over the top of mine with his hand on my stomach.  I
was lying there in my boxers, with his hand on my bare skin.  This was the
first time that he had touched me without me initiating it, and I flinched
a little.  "Is this cool," he said?  "I need to put mine somewhere too."

"Night," I said.  "Night," he replied and we laid there silent, both with
each other's arms and hands on the other's body.  I could feel his hand on
my stomach, near my side his fingers just out of reach of my boxers.  If he
moved his hand, he would feel that my boxers were tented out, my cock hard
and throbbing madly.  It was almost agony, being this close but not being
able to do anything.  I didn't know anything about Shawn and Robert said he
had a girlfriend so making any sort of move was out of the question.  This
was an innocent case of an adult leader coming to the rescue of one his
charges.  Innocent for him, maybe but I wanted to jack off in the worst
way.  It was going to be blue-balls for me tonight.

I lost track of time, my cock eventually deflating, and I finally fell into
a light sleep.  It was the kind of sleep where you are not fully asleep,
but you're not awake either...just blissfully relaxed awaiting entry into a
deep slumber.  I felt Shawn moving his hand farther down my stomach, not
waking up but noting the movement as I felt myself drifting ever deeper
into sleep.  My eyes popped open and my senses came fully alert when I felt
his fingers graze over the waistband of my boxers.  He didn't even pause,
but continued down until his hand rested on top of my package, his hand
resting on top of it through my boxers.  Through the fabric, his fingertips
lightly touched my balls then came back up and I felt him very gently
squeeze my dick.  He very delicately moved up the shaft from the bottom to
the head.  His fingertips then moved lightly across the back of the head a
few times.  He then gently squeezed the shaft again from the top down to
the base.  By this time, my cock was responding and by the time he got to
the base, I was fully hard and erect.  He continued squeezing the length of
me, alternating between the top and the base.  I did this lightly,
obviously trying to not wake me up.  I felt his opposite hand move and
lightly grab my hand, which was resting on his stomach.  He put his hand on
top of mine and left it there.  I could feel the additional warmth coming
off his hand but I didn't say anything or move at all.  I continued my deep
breathing, even letting out a little snore so he wouldn't clue in that I
was awake.

When he was satisfied that I was still sleeping, he moved his hand and
grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand down close to his cock. He let go, my
fingers now touching his pubes and waited a moment.  He used his hand to
pull the knot out of the drawstring on his shorts, making them fall
completely loose around his waist.  He grabbed my hand and using his
fingers, moved the waistband out of the way and put my hand on top of his
now harder than steel cock.  My hand was resting on his dick, throbbing in
rhythm to his heartbeat.

He left my hand resting there and returned his attention to my cock.  He
took the waistband of my boxers, which wasn't very tight (thank-god they
were old and mostly worn out) and pulled the waist band up and over my dick
and sort of tucked it down under my balls.  He now had clear access to my
entire private area and I felt him begin to explore.  He started by moving
his fingers through my pubes, which I kept short.  I didn't have much in
the way of hair on my body anyway, so it was just natural.  He moved his
hand up and around my shaft moving his fingers around and getting a feel
for things.  I could feel the precum oozing from my piss slit and I felt
him rub his finger across it and using it as lube, move one finger up and
down the backside of my cock.  It felt so good, I was having a hard time
not crying out.  I could feel his own precum as it leaked onto my fingers
and I wanted to feel his cock but I didn't dare move a muscle.  I continued
to breath in long, deep breaths to signal that I was still asleep.

He continued to lightly rub me and I knew that if he kept it up, I would
soon spill my load.  His light, feathery touch was driving me wild and my
hand on his hard, pulsing cock not able to move or acknowledge the pleasure
I was receiving, was somehow intensifying the whole thing.  I was leaking
copious amounts of precum and he was using it to keep me lubed up and his
single finger moving up and down my shaft was bringing me closer and closer
to the edge.  Finally, his finger went up and over the top of my cock and
as it came back down the backside, it was all I needed to put me over the
edge.  I came hard, the first rope of cum hitting my belly button, the next
hitting Shawn's finger as he came to the top of my shaft.  The next few
ropes were caught in his finger and I saw him bring his fingers to his
mouth, my juice all over them.  He put his fingers in his mouth and tasted
me.  He pulled my hand from under his shorts and set my arm on the floor
next to my body.  He slowly moved away from me, and as he did pulled the
sleeping bag off of him and moved enough of it off of me to expose my now
deflating dick.  My "stuff" was now exposed for Shawn to see.  He stared
for a moment at it, then I felt him look at my face.  I had my eyelids
mostly shut, so I could see him but he thought they were closed.

He slowly moved his face down to my belly button and I felt his tongue
flick into it.  He was tasting my jizz, I thought!  He moved his tongue
around the pool of cum that was in my button and I felt his lips go down on
my belly and I heard and felt him slurp up my pool of cum.  He continued
slurping, as quietly as possible, down my stomach cleaning up my mess.  He
got down to my now soft dick and put the tip of his tongue onto my piss
slit then moved down and put my entire cock into his mouth.  I felt his
lips around the base of my shaft and if I hadn't just cum, I would have
been hard.  But it usually takes me 15 minutes or so to "recharge" and so I
was limp in his mouth.  He swirled his tongue a bit, then came up off my
cock.  He undid my boxers from its nesting spot below my balls and put them
back as they belonged.

The shorts that I had given him had been untied, so they weren't staying up
on his hips.  They ended up around his knees and I clearly saw his hard
cock bobbing and throbbing.  It was dark, but there was enough light that
was coming in with all of the lightning to see him.  Precum glistened from
his shaft and he tugged at it to bring a large drop to the tip.  I was
surprised yet again, when he moved up toward me.  He was kneeling, sort of
straddling my body and his cock was about a foot away.  If I would have
"awoken" at this moment, it would have been the ultimate compromising
position, but I was curious to see what he was up to.  He pulled himself up
to within 6 inches of my face and began to slowly jack-off.  I was amazed
at the boldness of what he was doing.  His cock was right in my face, and I
saw it was about 4 1/2 inches hard.  His balls were so close that I could
actually count the 8 little hairs growing from them.  There was a large
drop of precum on the tip of his cock and he move it so it was millimeters
from my lips he very, very lightly touched the tip of his cockhead across
my lips, smearing the precum across my lips.  He moved his cock side to
side, just barely touching my lips and coated my lips with his juice.  I
couldn't resist any longer.  I snorted a little bit, and moved slightly and
he jumped up and off me, pulling his shorts up and dropping strait down
back onto the mattress.

I licked my lips with and was rewarded with a generous amount of his
precum.  It tasted FANTASTIC.  I wanted to jump him right then and there,
but he was acting like he was asleep.  I snorted again and started
breathing deeply again.  He waited a few moments then pulled his dick out
and I saw him begin to jack off...



What did you think?  It's been a long while since the last chapter, so I
wrote a long one as an apology.  I hope that's ok. Comments are welcome.
Send them to ericnies17@yahoo.com. I appreciate those who have given
encouragement.