Date: Sun, 30 Jan 2005 01:30:51 +0000
From: czykguy Nomdeplume <czykguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: BOYLOVER'S TALES - SCOUTING FOR BOYS - Whitsun Camp Part 1

	Boylovers Tales - Scouting for Boys - WHITSUN CAMP - PART 1
				    By
			       Czykguy 1999

It was a typically wonderful sunny day, with blue skies and
                            high
veined clouds. The air was full of the perfumed sunlight
aroma of bluebells, foxgloves and cut grass. Robert gazed
around at the woodland site, taking in the sounds of summer
as well as the aromas. As he continued looking around he
remembered back the last three weeks when it had all been
decided and arranged.
     It was a simple, brilliant idea. The usual problem for
Scout Masters when faced with arranging a camp for the boys
was the time and the people. Robert's Scoutmaster, Bill or
Skip as he was usually known was quite happy to give up two
weeks of his annual summer holiday to take the boys away,
but his wife and family were not always so accommodating.
This year he had a family wedding to attend and it was not
going to be possible to do both. He decided to try and
arrange a smaller camp, hoping that more boys would be able
to go as it was for a shorter time. He had discussed this
with other Scoutmasters at a district meeting, where they
all met to arrange joint activities and events and one of
the other Scoutmasters had agreed with him, saying that he
had the same problem. After a drink or two they had then had
the brilliant idea - a combined camp with a difference; one
troop's leaders would take the first part of the week and
the other troop's leaders would then take over and run the
camp for the last part of the week. Both Scoutmasters could
start and end the camp together as weekends were involved
and those involved would only have to take a small time off
work, if at all.
     Simple, wasn't it. Off course the boys would need to
meet each other and so a joint meeting had to be arranged.
Easy after all, Friday night was Scout night wasn't it! So,
the meeting was arranged for Tuesday night. So, by the time
the start of the camp, not all those going had all met and
because of other things that were on, instead of lots of
boys going, only 10 were now available. This was enough for
only two small patrols, but it was too late to change the
big idea, so the `big' event was scaled down.
As a result Robert found himself standing on the side of the
proposed campsite with four of his troop facing six scouts
from the other troop and each were looking at each other
nervously.
     `OK lads,' said Skip, `Ted and I have worked out the
     patrols.' Robert listened carefully to find that he and
     Ron would be part of
one Patrol and he himself would be Patrol Second. The Patrol
Leader would be someone called Tom and he along with a Nick
and an Oliver would complete the patrol. Rob realised he
knew Oliver, he was a mate of his brother's from school and
he had met him at his brother's birthday party some months
previous. He had to be new to Scouting as he could only be
just old enough to join, his own brother would not be old
enough for some months yet, and Oliver he knew had not been
a Cub Scout.
The new Patrol known as the Bulls moved off, over the site
                           to the
area which was to be their own patrol campsite. They
gathered up their personal gear, rucksacks, carrier bags of
food etc, from the central pile and placed them under a
tree.
     `Right,' said Tom, who turned out to be a tall fifteen-
year-old youth, `first things first, Camp gear'. They
gathered round their rucksacks and began to change out of
their uniforms. Traditionally camp
gear being the first item inside the rucksack, it was easy
to change into. To Rob's surprise, one lad, who he knew had
to be Nick, stripped completely naked before undoing his
rucksack and taking out his change of clothes. Even then the
boy did not put anything on except his plimsolls until Tom
called them together. Rob noticed that all Nick now put on
was a pair of worn shorts which was wide open at the fly,
completely exposing his young cock and balls, something Rob
kept finding his eyes drawn to.
     They now set about putting up their tent and setting
camp. Once the tent was up to Tom's satisfaction they put
their gear inside. As Patrol Second; Rob expected to be
settled at the bell end of the tent where the rucksacks
would be stowed; it being the usual place for the second in
command to be placed. The usual place for the Patrol Leader
being the entrance to the tent and next to him, in order to
provide assurance to the boy, should have been the youngest
and least experienced member of the patrol. It also meant
that if the Scoutmaster wanted the Patrol Leader in the
night should there be a problem he would be easy to locate.
     Tom however had different ideas. He put Rob by the tent
entrance and put Oliver next to him, Nick it appeared would
be the boy beside Tom with Ron in the middle. Rob did not
say anything and Tom offered no explanation for this odd
change in camp procedure. The boys now laid out their
bedding and pyjamas, put their wash kit and towels on the
top and, after removing their mess kit and jumpers which
should be all they would need that night, they then put the
rucksacks away within the bell end of the tent.
     Tom told Rob to organise the campfire area and took the
others off to find firewood and other woods like logs for
sitting on to make the site more efficient and comfortable.
They all set to, and with Oliver falling in with the
teamwork, they began to work together to create their own
personal site. Rob quickly spotting all that the boys
brought into the site in an effective way.
     `Good,' said Tom when they were finished for the time
being. `Explain why you've done what you've done to Olly
here whilst Nick and I go for supplies from Skip. Ron you
get the fire going'. By the time the two were back, a fire
was well on its way and now Ron and Oliver were sent off to
get the water supply. Tom and Nick now put up a small tent
which was to act as a kitchen tent and all food was put away
in the boxes which contained the cooking utensils etc. By
the time the water carriers came back, the fire was well
away, the goods were all stowed and the billy was waiting
for water to make the evening cocoa.
Supper was going to be sandwiches and jam roll followed by
                             the
cocoa and once it was ready, Ron was sent to Skip's tent to
let the leaders know they were ready for their first
inspection. They knew they had been watched throughout by
the 'Skip's patrol' as the Leaders group was to be known but
this was to be the first test of their abilities.
     Whilst they were waiting Tom took Rob aside and said,
     `Don't say
anything about where I am sleeping. Nick has had some
problems so I don't want to make life upsetting for him.
OK'. Rob nodded, but the instruction only made him wonder.
     Skip himself came over to check them out.
     `Well done,' he said, `nicely laid out, the food is
hygienically stowed and the billy water is just starting to
boil. As a standard, this is a very good start. OK. Now once
you've eaten then there is a central game to play and after
that bring your mugs, campblankets and torches over to our
site for a small sing-along and cocoa and then bed.' Skip
went off to check on the other patrol, known as the Bears.
The evening went as arranged and a happy tired band of boys
                            made
their way back to the tent to get ready for sleep.
     `Right,' said Tom, `now I want you all to wash your
teeth and then get into your pyjamas ready for bedding
down'.
     They did as they were told and once back in the tent
got ready for bed. Rob noticed that Nick was soon naked and
just lay there on the top of his sleeping bag making no sign
of putting on any pyjamas. Once again he found himself drawn
to the sight of the boy's cock and wondered if he would get
a chance to touch him or even toss him off.
Tom spoke again, `OK I need to check you've got nothing on
                            under
your pyjamas, so just drop the bottoms'. Rob and Ron looked
at each other. They knew it was a rule that you never went
to bed in anything you wore during the day, but they had
never had anyone check it in this way. Usually they just
opened their fly to show they had nothing on underneath, or
else the PL had checked as they got ready for sleep. As
instructed they all stood in a line and a now naked Tom went
down the line shining his torch up and down their bodies
before coming to rest on their genital area. Rob was drawn
to each view of the others genitals as they were torchlit,
especially Tom's, as Tom had a thick cock and hairy balls
which swung as he moved along. Nick he noticed was still
naked, his pyjamas lying on his pillow. `OK,' said Tom,
`time for bed. There is a little time before camp lights out
so you can talk or read until then'.
     Shortly afterwards they heard the sound of someone
outside the tent and they could see a tilley light shining
through the tent walls. A voice said, `Tom nearly lights
out. Can I check you are correctly bedded down for the night
please.' Tom got up holding his pyjama bottoms in his hand
and stood outside the tent. `As ever Tom, well over the top
with the night inspection. I suppose everyone else is bedded
down alright. Young Oliver OK?' said Ted the owner of the
voice and the other Scoutmaster.
     `Yes,' said Tom.
     `That's OK - Now Lights Out." He spoke authoritatively.
"Have a good night and see you in the morning. Goodnight
Boys,' Ted called out to the others.
     `Goodnight,' they all said and Tom stepped inside the
tent and closed the flaps. Throwing off the rest of his
pyjamas so that he was again nude, he began to lock the tent
down for the night. Rob looked up fascinated as Tom closed
the tent down. He had a close up view of Tom's cock and
balls as he bent down to tie the door-flaps closed tight to
the tent peg and he noticed how thick his cock was and how
low his hairy balls hung. Tom now walked back to his
sleeping bag, stepping carefully over the others; he gave
everyone a clear view of his cock and balls as he trained
his torch on his groin on the way back. Rob could also see
that Nick was still naked and lying on top of his sleeping
bag, his young cock however was now thicker than it had been
and was lying straight up pointing towards his tummy.
     Tired out after the long day of excitement Rob like the
others was soon asleep.

It must have been about an hour later that he woke up. He
looked up, blinking at the roof of the tent, to find he
could see clearly by the moonlight as it shone through the
tent's material and it must have been the brilliance of the
moon as it cleared the trees that had awakened him. He
listened quietly to the sounds of the other's breathing and
then realised that he could hear a sound that did not sound
like breathing of any kind. Someone was awake and they were
moving. He could hear a noise, which he identified as the
sound of skin against cloth, then came the whisper.
     `Faster Nick,' came the slight whispered instruction,
followed by an increase in the noise of skin against cloth.
Carefully and trying not make any sound at all, Rob turned
to where the noise came from. By supporting his head on his
hand Rob was able to look over the small hump that was a
deeply sleeping Olly, across the larger lump that was Ron,
to where he could clearly see the naked back of Nick who was
now lying on his side. Moving the angle of his head, he
could make out the sight of Nick's hand as it moved
something up and down, steadily and quickly.
As he watched he clearly heard Tom's breathing pattern change
                             and
then as his breaths became more urgent he heard Tom gasp,
`That's it.
Now suck it. I'm coming now.'
     As he watched alertly he saw Nick's head move down and
begin an up and down motion which began to increase in speed.
Tom now moaned softly. Fully aware now of what Nick was
doing, Rob could hear Nick suck and
lick quietly as Tom ejaculated. Rob was also aware that his
own thirteenyear-old cock was throbbing away in his sleeping
bag. Quietly he moved
his other hand to his cock and felt the tip, it was already
wet.
   `OK. Got it all?' he heard Tom whisper and Nick's faint
                            reply
`yes'.
     `Right,' said Tom, `you can toss yourself now. Pass me
     the torch' Rob suddenly realised that there was extra
     light coming from the
bell end. They must have a shielded torch on. As he watched
Nick sat up so that he was facing into the tent. Tom naked
on his sleeping bag shone the torch down his own body, past
his glistening slightly pulsating cock until the small beam
of light was centred on Nicks also glistening but throbbing
cock. Rob noticed that it was not as large as his own when
erect and continued to watch almost breathlessly as Nick
began to stroke himself.
     Finally Nick gave a quiet sigh and his cock began to
erupt over his hands, his spunk oozing over his still moving
fingers. `Quick now,' said Tom, `eat it all up and let's get
to sleep. I want my cock back in your mouth for the rest of
the night. Come on slaveboy'.
  At this Nick scooped his semen into his mouth and licking
                             his
fingers, laid back down on his side. Rob could not see if he
was actually sucking Tom's cock again, he was at the wrong
angle, but the sounds he could hear made it clear what was
happening. The torchlight was put out now and all he was
left with was the moonlight. Slowly Rob began to stroke
himself. In his mind he could see Nick sucking his cock and
it was his cock that spurted semen into Nick's mouth as he
came inside his sleeping bag. Sated Rob went back to sleep,
lulled by the squishy sounds of Nick's cocksucking.
     The next morning Rob woke early. As usual it took him
some seconds to remember where he was, and then he became
alert to a slight squashing slicking sound. Instantly he
recalled the previous night's events and very quietly and
carefully again eased his head up so that he could observe
Tom's end of the tent. Again, this time by dawn's light, he
could clearly see Nick's head moving gently backwards and
forwards, accompanied by the slickery sound. As he watched
he heard a whispered intake of breath and a hand came up and
pressed Nick's head hard down. Nicks' head was held in this
position for some seconds and then the hand was removed. Rob
guessed that Tom had come again.
     Rob also became aware that once again his own cock was
hard and throbbing but after a couple of gentle caresses he
decided that he would have to leave it for another time.
Relaxing he lay back and found himself almost face to face
with a sleeping Oliver who was breathing gently but audibly.
He looked down Ollie's sleeping bag and his attention was
drawn to slight lump in the bag that appeared to be moving.
He studied this bulge for a couple of minutes and decided
that he had to investigate it if Ollie would let him.
  Carefully he eased his own bag towards Ollie's so that he
                            could
touch the bulge from within his own bag. As he touched Ollie
he concentrated his gaze on Ollie's face for any sign of
wakefulness. He was aware as he touched the bulge that it
was hard and thin. Ollie apparently did have a hardon and as
he carefully squeezed it through both the bags, Ollie took
in a deeper breath, his eyelids fluttered and an almost
smile flittered across his face, but he did not waken. Rob
continued to squeeze Ollie's cock harder and harder and as
Ollie just lay there without any sign of wakening, Rob
decided to try and take things further.
     Raising his head as before, he checked for any signs of
life at the other end of the tent. All was quiet and both
Nick and Tom appeared to have gone back to sleep. Rob now
eased the zipper of his own bag down as quietly as possible
and putting his hand out he now began to squeeze Ollie's
bulge through just the thin layer of Ollie's sleeping bag.
Again there was no adverse reaction so Rob decided to try
and actually get inside Ollie's bag. He located the top of
the zipper and freeing his other hand from his bag he very
carefully began to ease the zipper down, being sure to keep
the bag closed so that Ollie did not get cold and start to
wake up.
  At last he had the bag opened as far as he needed and to
                           ensure
that his own hand was not too cold, he held it against
himself to warm it up and then carefully eased it inside
Ollie's bag until it had gained
warmth from Ollie's bag. Satisfied that he was now the same
temperature as Ollie he gingerly felt for Ollie's young
cock. As he timidly grasped the slightly throbbing tip of
Ollie's thin penis, which was poking out of his pyjama fly,
the boy drew in a sharper breath. Rob scanned Ollie's face
for any extra signs of wakefulness but Ollie after exhaling,
just relaxed once more, so Rob began to stroke the young
cock, easing the foreskin back and forth with slightly
longer and longer strokes until he was fully exposing the
head each time.
     Rob carried on stroking with a steady pace, always
watchful for any signs of Ollie waking up. He was aware of
Ollie's breathing rate changing and then felt the slight
body tremor before his hand was covered with Ollie's spunk
as the boy ejaculated. As he came, Ollie opened his eyes
blankly and took a deep breath before once again relaxing
back into his sound sleep.
     Rob was now very excited and pulling his zip further
down he exposed his own cock and the moved even closer to
Ollie so that he could put his cock inside Ollie's bag.
Carefully he rubbed his leaking cock against Ollie's
deflating cock, delighting in the sensations he produced.
Inserting his cock under Ollie's cock, he quickly stroked
himself to his own climax coating Ollie's genitals with his
spunk, wishing that he could have seen Ollie's cock
ejaculate. Sated he relaxed back in his bag and once his
pulse rate had calmed down he zipped both bags back up and
found himself dozing off.
A short while later he woke up feeling the need to empty his
bladder. Quietly he got out of his bag and grabbing his
coat, which formed part of his pillow, he undid the bottom
half of the entrance to the tent and left as quietly as
possible. Soon he was inside the wooded area that had been
designated as a `standing' toilet area and was happily
writing his name on the grass. A second stream of urine
joined his and he glanced to one side to see Nick had joined
him. Rapt in his piss writing he had not heard anyone
approach. Nick he could see was naked under his open coat,
his chest and genitals fully exposed and the two boys found
themselves smiling at each other.
     `That's better,' said Nick shaking the last few drops
from his knob, `I needed that'. He continued to rub his hand
up and down his cock, which thickened slightly,
  `So did I,' laughed Rob, following his example, his eyes
                          drawn to
Nick's cock. They walked back to the tent together talking
about the proposed programme for the day, still gently
stroking their cocks. As they got to the entrance a naked
Tom appeared, `Oh good Nick, there you are,' he said, `I
need your help. Follow me,' he added and walked off to where
they had come from. Nick took his coat of and nude hurried
after Tom and put his coat on him. Rob suddenly realised
that Tom was expecting Nick to hold his cock whilst he
pissed and as he watched from the tent entrance, he could
just make out through the bushes and trees that this was
exactly what Nick had to do. He watched as Nick waved Tom's
cock around, the urine splashing up and down. Once Tom had
finished pissing he carried on stroking Tom's cock.
     Inside the tent there were other signs of movement and
soon a very sleepy Ollie was making his way to the toilet
area, soon followed by Ron. Rob watched as Nick and Tom came
back and got into the tent, both their cocks hanging thickly
down. Ron was next back and said `That Oliver lad is a
strange one. He's still back there standing half a sleep.'
     `I'll go and check on him,' said Rob and went back into
the wood. He found Ollie standing in the clearing, his
pyjama bottoms halfway down his legs and his hands rubbing
his eyes. There was a damp patch in front of him and his
cock dripped a last drop of piss as Rob came up beside him.
Rob turned Ollie away from the puddle he had made and
putting his hand under the pyjama top, stroked him on the
back `All right?' he asked moving round to Ollie's front so
he could at last get a look at his dick.
Sleepily and still rubbing his hair and his eyes Ollie said,
                             `I
think so'.
Rob carefully knelt down in front of Ollie and said, `I'll
                            just
check it out for you,' and pulled Ollie's pyjamas down to
his ankles.
`OK,' said Ollie, yawning wide. Rob now gently cupped
Ollie's cock and balls in his hand and began to squeeze them
and then began to stroke Ollie's cock. He began to ease
Ollie's foreskin back and forth as he had done earlier that
morning and was delighted to see Ollie's cock stiffen. Ollie
stood there yawning and stretching as his cock got harder
and harder. Rob studied the young thin cock; it was about
four inches long with a small heart-shaped head and his
small balls were covered with little wispy scraps of pubic
hair. He looked up at Ollie who with a bemused `out-of-
focus' look on his face appeared to semi-smile back at him,
his gaze almost vacant.
Rob now leant forward and licked the end of the boy's cock.
                             It
twitched and pulsed and Rob now sucked Ollie's whole cock
into his mouth, followed by his nut shaped balls. He then
gently chewed on the end of the cock and began to suck it in
earnest. Within two minutes Ollie trembled and then
ejaculated his sperm into Rob's eager mouth. After
swallowing it all down Rob sat back on his heels and said,
`I think that's better now. Don't you?' A sleepy Ollie
replied breathlessly, `Yes thank you'.
Rob now stood up and pulled Ollie's pyjama bottoms up. `Come
                            on,'
he said, `back to the tent,' and he walked the almost
sleepwalking boy back, his hand cupping Ollie's genitals
inside the lad's pyjamas.
Back inside the tent Tom and Nick were lying naked on their
sleeping bags, whilst Ron was curled up inside his, reading
his book. Rob helped Ollie back into his own sleeping bag
and once inside the lad rolled over and went back to sleep.
     `He was almost asleep, standing up,' said Rob.
     Tom spoke up, `He's not so good with late nights. We
had a sleepover at the Hut one weekend for a charity thing
and he was dead to the world until breakfast. He doesn't
seem to wake up till he smells food. His mother said he
sleeps like a log at home and is always bad at getting up.'
They stayed relaxed for a half-hour and then Tom announced
                           it was
time to get up and get on with the day's activities. Ron
found himself in charge of getting the fire going whilst Tom
and Nick prepared breakfast. Rob was sent for water. Ollie
was left to sleep until the fire was going and the bacon was
sizzling in the pan. Tom was proved correct for as soon as
the smell of bacon got inside the tent Ollie became fully
awake and couldn't understand the laughter that greeted his
appearance outside the tent.
     `Whassermatter,' he said stretching and scratching
outside the tent entrance.
     `You sleepybones,' smiled Tom, `we've been up for ages
and done most of the breakfast work. It'll be our turn to
sleep in tomorrow, and you'll be expected to do all the work
in the morning.'
     `What!' said a shocked Oliver and as everyone laughed,
he realised that Tom was pulling his leg.
     Once breakfast was over and everyone was finally washed
and dressed the site was made ready for inspection. All kit
was laid out on sleeping bags in an orderly fashion and Rob
noticed that Nick did have some underwear in his rucksack,
even if it did look unused, as well as a pair of pressed
pyjamas. Ollie's kit took longer to get done as he was
unused to the routine but finally the site was set to Tom's
satisfaction. Nick was sent to get someone to inspect them
and look the site over.
     Their inspection over and glowing with the
congratulations of Skip's remarks about their camping
standards, they got on with the next set of tasks. Rob found
himself sent to get more firewood with Nick and they were
soon out of sight of the others in the wood. Time and time
again as they worked to build a pile of twigs and logs ready
for transporting back to camp, Rob was drawn to the sight of
Nick's dick as it continually made it's appearance through
his flies. Then suddenly Nick gave a small cry and held up
his hand shaking it. Rob hurried over.
     `What's the matter Nick, are you hurt?' he asked
     anxiously. Nick
looked up from where he had sat down; his eyes wet with
unshed tears and a look of pain on his face.
`I caught my hand on a branch. I think I've got a splinter,'
                             he
said unhappily.
     Rob took Nick's hand and checked it over. There was a
small splinter lodged near a knuckle and Rob soon had it
out. Nick licked the small blob of blood and smiled his
thanks. `Better just rest a minute,' said Rob resting his
hands on Nick's knees and unable to look anywhere else,
stared at the close up view of Nick's cock.
     `Do you want a better look?' asked a now happier Nick.
     `Wha-a-at,' said Rob suddenly aware of what Nick had
     said. `Do you want a better look at my cock?' repeated
     Nick.
Rob sat back on his heels and looked at Nick with a shocked
                            look.
`It's OK,' said Nick and he stood up and took off his T-
shirt and slipped of his plimsolls then he dropped his
shorts and stood totally nude. `Is that better?' he smiled.
     Rob stared at the close up sight of Nick's cock and
balls. His cock was about four inches long and his pubic
hair was shiny and silky looking. His young balls were
almost hairless and hung behind his finger thin cock. As he
watched Nick took his cock in his hand and began to stroke
it, pulling back the foreskin to expose the pink head of his
glans.
     `Do you want to see me come?' he said, stroking his
                         stiffening
cock.
     Rob stared at the sight of Nick stroking himself so
close to him. Without raising his head he said, `Let me help
you,' and reached out his hand. To his surprise Nick moved
away sharply. `That's not allowed,' said Nick, `you can
watch me toss myself but you must not touch me. If you do
then I will stop. It's Tom's instructions.'
     Rob sat back and watched, fully enjoying the sight of
the young boy pleasuring himself. As he watched he observed
how Nick was nearing his climax, when the boy suddenly
stopped. He gave him and enquiring look.
     `If you lie down and take off you shirt I am allowed to
     come on
your chest,' announced Nick. Rob quickly responded and lay
back as instructed. Nick now knelt down beside Rob and once
again began stroking himself. Lost in the moment Rob stared
avidly as Nick finally reached his orgasm and spurted
several strings of semen on Rob's chest. Fascinated Rob
stared at the spunk and the last drips as they dribbled out
of the tip of Nick's still pulsating cock. `Lie still please
whilst I lick it all up. I'm not allowed to waste any of
it,' announced Nick and promptly began to tongue his semen
up.
     Rob found the sensation of Nick's tongue highly
pleasurable and he was totally aware his own cock was
throbbing needfully in his shorts. He found the sight of
Nick licking up his own spunk highly erotic and wanted the
experience to go on and on.
Finally Nick leaned back, all traces of his semen gone from
                            Rob's
chest. He now squeezed the tip of his cock between his thumb
and forefinger and licked the last drips that came out from
his hand. `Was that alright?' he asked `Did you like it?' he
questioned.
  Rob took a deep breath `That was very nice,' he replied,
                          `but why
can't I touch you?' he asked.
     `My cock and my body belong to Tom. I am his sex
slaveboy and I can only do what he allows me to. He told me
I was to toss myself if you wanted me to. I am also allowed
to watch you wank yourself if you want to but I am not
allowed to help you. You can come on my chest if you want
but you must lick it all off. Otherwise you can just come
anywhere,' Nick replied and continued, `you must also be
naked if you do decide to spunk on my chest.'
     Rob quickly freed his cock from his shorts and then
began to strip, `You'd better lie down quick,' he told Nick,
`this will not take long.' Within thirty seconds he was
spurting his semen across Nick's chest, with one spurt
landing across Nick's nose and lips. He rubbed his dribbling
cock against Nick's protruding nipples which added to his
enjoyment and then began to lick his cum up. As he licked up
Nick's body he was surprised to find that the semen on
Nick's lip's had gone and Nick was trying to reach the last
traces on his nose, with his tongue. Taking a chance he
placed his glistening cock on Nick's lips and was delighted
as Nick licked the head of his cock taking it inside his
mouth to suck the last drips out of his cock.
     Nick looked up at him, `You won't tell Tom I did that
will you?' he
pleaded, `I could get into terrible trouble with him. He's
very strict about such things.'
     `Only if I can do the same to you,' said Rob.
     Nick thought for some seconds, `OK,' he replied.
  Eagerly Rob suckled on Nick's cock feeling it grow bigger
                             and
bigger inside his mouth when Nick jerked away.
`No,' he said, `I'm not to come again. Please don't make it
                             any
worse.'
They sat up. `What's all this about being a sex slave boy?'
                            asked
Rob.
     `Tom will explain,' replied Nick, `come on let's get
back to camp. We've been here long enough.'
     Together they got to work. Rob noticed that apart from
his plimsolls Nick did not get dressed. Carefully they
carried the wood back to camp. As they got near to the site
Rob asked, `should you not get dressed now'
     `No,' replied Nick, `this will let Tom know I've done
what he asked. If you could you're your flies he will know
that I've let you come on me.'
     Rob did as he was asked and noticed Tom's smile of
welcome as they returned to camp. `I see Nick did well,' he
said coming up to them, `perhaps you would like to put away
your knickers for the duration of camp, any chance of
starting now if you agree?'
   Rob replied by undressing straight away so that he also
                            stood
naked. `Good lad,' said Tom, `we'll have a session together
after lunch'.
     Rob put his shorts back on but left his fly open and
they put the wood away. The others had been busy preparing
lunch and airing the tent, with the rucksacks repacked and
the sleeping bags hung out to air. He noticed Ollie was
sitting quietly to one side and went over to him.
     `Everything alright?' he asked as Ollie looked
     downhearted.
Ollie looked up at him with a troubled look in his eyes and
                             he
began to redden.
     `What's the matter?' Rob asked.
     `I think I've done something terrible,' spluttered
Ollie obviously very embarrassed.
  `What is it?' whispered Rob picking him up by the arm and
                           leading
him away from the others.
     `Tom asked me to put out the sleeping bags so they
could air. You have to turn them inside out and, ` he
stopped talking and Rob could see tears welling up in his
eyes.
`And what?' urged Rob, `come on it can't be that terrible.
                           Look I
know you; you're my brother's mate after all. Tell me what
the problem is'.
     Ollie looked at him tearfully, `My sleeping bag was wet
inside. I think I pissed in it. Mum is always going on at me
`cos I sleep so heavy and she warned me this might happen.
What am I to do? What if the others find out?'
     Rob looked at the unhappy lad and did his best to
control his laughter. `I don't think you have anything to
worry about,' he said, `Come with me.' They went up to the
line of bags. `Which is yours?' asked Rob not knowing what
Ollie's looked like from the inside.
     `This one,' pointed Ollie, `I put the damp patch away
from the camp so that no one would see it. See, look,' he
added pointing to a darker area on the bag. Rob smelt the
patch; it was semen and probably his more than Ollie's.
'Smell it,' he told Ollie. Ollie did so, `does that smell of
piss?' asked Rob.
     `Well no,' said a puzzled Ollie, `but what is it?'
     `Don't you know?' asked Rob incredulously.
  `No,' replied Ollie, `what else could it be? It can't be
                           sweat.
It's only in one place,' he said curiously.
     `I'll explain later,' replied Rob, `when we're alone
and I've got time, but don't worry it's nothing to worry
about. In fact it's usually very nice'.
     They went back to camp and lunch.

To be continued.