Date: Mon, 21 May 2001 13:53:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jay
Subject: Campout.   Chapter 1:  The Alpha Male

Preface: This story is a boy's fantasy and nothing more.  It does not
represent actual events (I'm afraid) and should be read only for the
enjoyment of living that fantasy in the written word.  If descriptions of
boys experimenting with their sexuality together bothers you or offends
you, read no further.


Chapter 1

  Alpha Male

	I spent years in scouts and enjoyed every minute of it.  I enjoyed
the campouts, canoe trips, meetings, all of it but particularly enjoyed
just hanging around with other boys.  The more time I spent involved in
troop activities, the more I noticed the other boys and especially the
senior boys.  I was fascinated with their play, language, and especially
their more mature bodies.
	The older boys were all higher in rank and a member of an elite
patrol of the troop called Order of the Arrow. They hung together,
instructed the younger boys and pretty much dominated the camp outs. They
were like a pack of male wolves running wild, but protecting the pack.  I
needed to be close to them I knew from the start.
	Learning information came naturally for me and so with little
effort I mounted up merit badges and rank in a very short time. Within a
year I had obtained the rank of Life scout and was inducted into the Order
of the Arrow.
	The OA camped separately out of earshot and eyesight of the younger
camp.  The Scout Master approved and encouraged this separation so as to
add to the mystique of the group I figured. It was rumored among the
ordinary guys in the general camp that evenings were spent telling dirty
jokes, bragging about conquests, deciding which of the new scouts was gay
and so on.  I would finally find out what happened behind those canvas
flaps this next campout.
	The first day, they didn't pay me a lot of attention.  As I worked
around them, I was becoming more and more drawn to watching them. Without
being to conspicuous I caught every glance possible of their bare chests,
muscular arms and whatever else they felt free to uncover.  The displays
seemed to be a way to establish some dominance.  Never-the-less they were
increasingly becoming a turn on for me and I drank in every image
gratefully.
	That evening, the camp scouts were ushered to their tents after the
usual campfire shenanigans. The OA, on the other hand, was given permission
by the Mr. Bryan, the Scout Master, to do some moonlight skinny dipping out
of the range of the younger scouts.
	The black lake water shimmered with a silvery mysterious look
provided by the full moon.  I watched the horseplaying of the group staying
as close as I could to see the pageant of moonlit naked bodies but kept my
distance so as to not be noticed.  They jumped on each other, forced one
another's head down under the water for long lengths of time, rode each
other's shoulders and more.  They were absolutely at ease with each other,
even naked.  I left the water as soon as I noticed my dick getting hard
from their closeness so as not to be noticed.
	While wrapping the thick towel around my skinny waste, my attention
settled on the patrol's oldest member, Kirk also standing from the group by
himself.  Even during the day my eyes rarely left his body. He was one taut
muscle from neck to ankle developed by playing football and running track
on the school's varsity squad for 4 years. His body was sculpted to
perfection with bulky layered shoulders, neck and arms; a firm plateau
chest and "V" waist.  From a distance he was a physical perfection.  During
the swim, he played in the group for a while and met every physical
challenge by the others easily.
	After a short time, he casually stepped out onto the beach, dried
off some and wrapped a towel around his waist and watched over the play.
Rather than play too much or become too attached, the Alpha Male oversaw
the activities of the pack, handing out disapproval and appreciation as
needed to maintain his position and the rank over those below him.  Kirk
was the alpha male, there was no disputing that. All patrol members yielded
to him, sheepishly backing off at his bark, yet competing for any little
bone of acknowledgment or compliment.  My eyes strained in the moon light
to see all that was visible and enjoy his aura as he watched.
	 	After a time, Kirk called the horse play to an end.  The
group obeyed without question and straggled up to shore.  I followed behind
the group until we stopped at the entrance to our secluded ring of tents.
Kirk called off pairs of names from the group and pointed to tents until
only he and I were left.
	 "Kid, you're with me."
	I looked up to see him looking at me briefly.  I smiled weekly and
responded weekly, "With you?"
	"Yeah kid, it's my job to break in each new OA member right, so
you're stuck with me all week if you can handle it."
	I figured it was the other way around, he was stuck with me.  My
hesitation and dumb founded expression did nothing to improve my status
with the group and certainly not with him.  The others chuckled as they
picked up their flashlights and stepped through the ground brush to their
assignments.
	"Hey, kid, you can always go back to the main camp with the younger
boys if you don't like the arrangements," he called to me over his shoulder
as he walked away. His voice was condescending and echoes of "nerd" dripped
off each one. I grabbed my gear and followed him like a wounded pup
scowling under my breath.
	We entered the tent, rolled out our bags on either side of the tent
center.  When Kirk turned his back, with lightening speed I threw off my
towel and neatly hopped into my bottoms.  Kirk turned in time to see the
latter and smiled.
	"'Fraid' I might see what's under that towel?"
	An orange hue from his industrial size flashlight brightened up the
tent somewhat.  He sure was in no hurry to lay down and certainly not
worried over what I saw of him.  He stood in the center of the tent and
stretched in all directions.  The muscles all over his smooth manly frame
rippled and swelled at his every movement, twist or bend. He checked out
the muscles on his arms, chest and legs as though looking for any defect.
There were none. It was obvious he knew himself well.
	Finally he unwrapped the blue towel from his waist and took his
time as he rubbed thoroughly over his dirty blond hair, thick neck and
upper torso all the time leaving his waist fully exposed in the light. I
enjoyed the full spectacle of a remarkable body. He was turned slightly
away so a clear view of what I wanted to see most was denied, even still, I
marveled at the supremacy of his body shape and its attraction.  He was a
rare specimen in every way. I wondered if some of this display was to
establish his superiority for me. It was working if that was what he was
trying to accomplish.  I fairly shrunk under what I saw.  Every limb and
his frame were solid, massive in proportion to mine.  His chest, wide and
built up with dual plateaus.  His thighs were broad and rippled and tensed
as he shifted from one leg to the other. While his towel clad hands worked
their way around his body each movement caused a surge of muscular waves
and accentuation.  His biceps were twice the size of my neck.  All I could
do was stare in envy and deep desire for more than just a look.  Every inch
of him seemed perfect and it was everything I had to keep from reaching out
to his smooth skin and testing it with my fingers.
	As he finished drying off, he tossed the towel over in the corner,
turned toward me while bending down at the same time to sit on his sleeping
bag. I was surprised by the turn.  He smiled at me as I looked up from
staring at his body to his face.  I turned my face away in embarrassment
but nothing was said.  I settled down into my bag for the night with a
painfully erect penis and eventually fell asleep from sheer exhaustion.
	   I woke up after a short time soaked through in sweat. The air
was particularly hot as it flooded through the tent screens carried by the
evening breezes. My body sweat had soaked the inside of the sleeping bag so
I threw open the top flap and my body heat escaped to intermingle with warm
air. I reached into my knapsack and pulled out a battery run fan and turned
it on.  It brought some relief as I moved it up and down my body trying to
cool off.
	To my left lay Kirk curled on his side facing me, eyes shut and
breathing deeply yet irregularly. Curiously, when we had laid down for the
night there was at least 4 feet between us.  It had dwindled to inches.  I
was in the same spot as when I fell asleep.  Kirk must move in his sleep I
reasoned.
	I glanced again at his frame now lying relaxed on top of his
bag. His body pulled at my senses like a magnet.  The moon's grayish white
light drifted in through the front screen just enough for me to make out
faint sections of him.  I stared at him, watching him inhale and exhale.
Beads of sweat sparkled in the light as they dripped along his cheek to his
pillow. My tongue dabbed at my dry lips and the roof of my mouth as my eyes
strained in the light.
	 The leg underneath was drawn up at the knee toward me and his arms
were folded under his head as in prayer.  I hadn't noticed but my cock
responded was already tight and swollen. I reached down and squeezed it
hard with my free hand while my eyes feasted on the banquet before me.
	  The greenish blue light from my watch read 3:30. The more I lay
next to him the more I wanted to get closer.
	My dick was sore for relief and again I reached down and began
stroking it slowly awakening the familiar feeling of the volcano deep in my
gut.  It was building power fast.  The more I stared, the more I squeezed
and pumped.  My body was fully engaged now and I worked on it with great
satisfaction.  The white lava was moving its way to the surface.  I loved
the feel of its approach just before escaping. I forced my hand to stop and
laid back soaking up the feeling deep in my gut.  I did not want relief
yet.  I could feel the hot cream pushing its way forward but unable to
trigger the muscles that would spray it forward.  The feeling of holding my
orgasm on the edge was extraordinary and I loved the power I felt over my
body.  I laid quietly focused on the pressure in my gut and waited for the
volcano within to lessen and sleep once again.  I would love to do that to
Kirk, I thought.
	My attention was now riveted on Kirk again.  With no indication of
the noise disturbing him, I moved a little closer. The intense body heat
coming from this smoldering mass of muscle and sinew greeted my nostrils
and face.  I stopped and bathed in the sexually charged air.  It drew
everything out of me.  My dick agonized again for attention, my balls felt
like they were being squeezed together from need but all I could attend to
was what lay inches from me.  The heat flowed from him in waves washing
over my hand and arm filling the tent with his scent.  I could only stare
and wish for more.
	 My distended dick throbbed and demanded release.  My hand grabbed
hold and massaged and squeezed its fleshy length again.  The volcano
awakened with immediate force.  The urge was far too demanding to deny this
time. My jerks quickened and my fingers tightened around the core. The
deepest recesses of my gut were boiling as I pictured each little sperm
pumping its way forward not to be denied.  I grabbed for my wet towel and
wrapped it over my dick then grabbed myself to finish what had begun.  The
cool, wet terry cloth wrapping provided a new sensation. It felt softer
against the ribs of my organ and the movement of the cloth against the tip
of my swollen cap was electrifying as I stroked up and down the shaft and
massaged my sensitive crown.  I was losing control and I knew I had to get
it all out this time. My hand continued thumping the 5 inches for all it
was worth. My body tightened and convulsed. I tried to muffle a guttural
release as my load flooded the towel.  Waves of release heightened my
senses. I couldn't see or feel anything around me for several minutes as I
floated in the full body feeling of the ejaculation.  How I loved to feel
it.
	As the pulsating subsided and my hand squeezed the last bit of
fluid from my softening organ, I lay quietly relishing the after-effect.
My breathing calmed as I was able to relax.  Slowly I was awakening to the
tent around me.  I could feel Kirk's hot body again as the rest of my
body's senses began to gather information.
	I turned to look at Kirk again. His eyes were clearly visible and a
broad smile stretched from one side of his face to the other. He must have
seen everything. At first there was silence.  His broad, almost
intimidating smile said all that was needed.
	After a short time he offered, "That looked like fun."
	I couldn't answer.  I lost full control as things around me began
to spin.  My body flushed red from embarrassment I wanted to run but I
froze in his gaze like a deer in a car's approaching headlights.
	He shifted in place a little. "Hey man, its OK.  Each of us older
guys enjoys a nice beating once in a while and if the urge hits you, go for
it.  Best part of bein' a man. No matter where you are or what you're
doin', you have all yo need to have some fun.  What what I mean?"
	The words seemed genuine, but I couldn't think beyond what he must
have seen. I stared at the canvas floor.
	"Hey, I'm not going to tell anyone if that's what's botherin' ya'
although the more you are around us, the less somethin' as natural as
jerkin' your tool in front of someone will bother ya. We were a little bit
worried you'd not fit in.  But it looks like you'll do just fine."
	I looked up. My smile broadened some as I threw aside the cum
soaked towel and covered myself again with the sleeping bag flap.
	Kirk closed his eyes and breathed deeply.  The air was fragrant
with my boy scent.  He looked at me for a few seconds and then leaned his
face right into mine before he spoke again.  His eyes drilled holes in me.
"You know there's a lot to learn about that little thing down there between
your legs and doin' it the right way."
	"What do ya mean?"  I asked with some hesitation not knowing where
this was going.
	"There are all kinds of sex and sex is sex.  For example, if you
are like me, you like to try someone's else's fishing pole once in a while
see how it feels in your hand.  Not a thing wrong with that, `cept, its
also a lot of fun for the owner of the pole too."  Then he paused with an
inviting grin on in face as if to wait for an answer.
	It sounded like he was coming on to me but that couldn't be.  Maybe
asking me to do more than look at him in the moonlight. "I'm not sure what
you mean," I answered sheepishly.
	"Sure you do.  You think I don't know when someone is staring at
me, sizing me up?  Hell, you haven't taken your eyes off me since we got
here.  Why do you think I had you put in my tent?  I thought I might be
able to teach ya something that the Scout handbook doesn't cover.  Maybe we
both could have a little fun."
	Both of us knew what he was suggesting.  I felt I should say no,
but instead gave in quietly to my deepest hopes.  " I don't know what you
want me to do."
	"Hey, I understand that. If you've never handled another guy's
pole, how you gunna know how to fish?  Learning to enjoy the beauty and
strength of another man is just like earning a merit badge.  Ya learn as
you go along.  The big thing is practice and lots of it until you get it
right.  Hell, I've taught all the others guys in the patrol at one time or
another the same way I was taught when I was about your same age. All of us
know how to enjoy these campouts. And I don't mean tying knots unless its
in someone's dick. The question is do you want to be taught?"
	I smiled at the mind picture of a dick tied up in a square knot.
	Kirk paused for an answer, but I couldn't.
	"Tell you what kid, let's try something easy and see, and if it
doesn't work for you and if you don't get into it, then we're done. No
hassles, no problems. Our secret."
	Everything in my screamed "yes" but I was only able to bob my head
up and down in agreement fearing what I had agreed to.
 	"Let's start off slow. Get out of your bag, sit up close to me
Indian style facing my waist.  Use your fingers and hands, or anything else
you want and just reach out and touch what you see.  You're in control. I
am going to lay back and let it happen.  Its your game."  Kirk extended out
all 6'4" of muscle and flesh.  My mouth dropped as I watched him settle
back.  Before me was a nearly full view of everything. My eyes drifted down
from his square jaw across his thick neck, across both pectoral plateaus to
his rippling stomach muscles and stopped. There it lay, the front of his
giant sized pole, semi-hard and curved a little to the right in my
direction . It was crawling like a snake across his stomach growing as it
slinked forward.  It was transforming before my eyes.  My mouth hung open
as it crept along. Not only was it getting longer but it had thickened into
a one eyed monster. It was extreme! It seemed to have no limit.
	I stared at all that lay in front of me unbelieving any of it for a
long time until Kirk's voice broke my stare. "Here boy, why not start up
here?"  His hand grabbed mine and placed it on his chest squarely on his
right nipple.
	I was scared and didn't know how to start, but I knew I was hooked
like a fish and he was reeling me in. I could feel the pencil lead size
nipple on my palm.  My arm shook with fear and excitement at the same
time. Cautiously I pressed my palm down flat on it.  A surge of electricity
moved though my hand.  I could the raw power of his muscle below it as well
as I could feel his hardening tit.  Touching him was immediately addicting
I could not have drawn my hand away for any enticement. My hesitations were
gone in a flash.  I began to explore in earnest squeezing and tweaking each
nipple in turn.  Kirk moaned some but offered no resistance to my play.
With both hands I rubbed back and forth over his tits, brushing each in
turn over and over. They tickled my palm as they bounced up underneath my
hands.
	Every muscle wrapping around Kirk's body was firm, tight.  His skin
was hot and sweaty from the heat.  Very little hair interrupted the smooth
lines that shaped his purely masculine form.
	I had become so infatuated with the two little soldiers above, and
the sheer beauty of what lay dormant before me, I had forgotten the dragon
rising below. I looked down.  Sticking up in the air was his immense
man-cock, now fully gorged and bobbing over his belly button with a rhythm
of its own.  My eyes stared at this raging bone ducking and weaving as if
it were ready to put up a fight. I ran my right hand along the rolling
contour of Kirk's chest, down the steep slope to his stomach and finally to
the underside of his meaty cock making sure it rubbed against each knuckles
across the top of my hand.  Kirk's body responded as muscles tightened and
a slight moan could be heard. Repeatedly my hand skimmed the distance
between his nipples and under his dick. Each time I brushed his meaty tube,
it jerked and rocked causing even more touching and rubbing.  Kirk was
enjoying my play and I wanted to please him badly.
	I had reached a point where I had to hold his pole and feel it in
my own hands. I gently set my hand down on the length of it's underside
facing up now. Slowly I closed my greedy fingers.  It took my breathe away
and I just sat for a moment feeling it in my grasp. It felt so much bigger
than it looked.  I opened and closed my hand all along the hot, pounding
rod savoring each feel. My hand rubbed gently up and down its length
several times not believing that I was actually awake.
	 I was drawn to pay particular attention to his flesh-tented head
and the crest it hid below.  As I became more curious I began to explore
rather than just touch his throbbing slab.  I was intrigued by the loose
skin shrouding the full head of his dick. I knew about uncut cock, but this
was my first close encounter and I wanted to know all about it. I pulled
the skin back to expose it's the monster's symmetrical kingly crown. I
circled its ridges with my index finger and thumb and tightened around
it. I could of done this alone for hours.  I let go, pulled the hood over
again and repeated it all over again. Each exposure excited me and
electrified my senses.
	In the background Kirk's breathing was heavier and deeper.  I
focused exclusively on my hooded little friend. The rush was exquisite.  I
savored every second of play.  My hands measured this bull's length,
thickness and resistance in every way possible.  It jumped and danced in my
hands as I squeezed and prodded it from every angle and pressure. I put one
hand on top, one of the bottom locking my fingers together and sandwiched
it with no concern of its effect on Kirk, only the pleasure it brought me
to have this toy at my command. My fingers traced every vein and wrinkle. I
noted as I explored what caused Kirk to thrust forward or groan and
repeated those over and over take pleasure from my control over him.  It
was the most remarkable piece of human flesh I had ever seen. I could not
get enough of touching and riding it with my fingers.
	My eyes drank everything in. His body was exquisite and my hands
had only minutes to really experience all of him. My own dick was swollen
tight like never before.  I had to interrupt my play occasionally squeezing
it hard trying to deaden some of the nerves for relief.
	"Here, let me help with that."  Without warning Kirk removed his
right hand from under his head and laid his arm straight down resting it
over my bent leg.  His hand extended over into my crotch and fell on my
cock.
	The touch of his massive palm sent me through the tent ceiling.  I
looked at Kirk.  He was smiling and obviously at ease in touching me.  His
hand as his fingers began to explore what lay beneath flicking my dick a
few times with the tip of his thumb as well as brushing across the fuzz on
my ball sac. The sensations were electric freezing all of my other
senses. This new twist more than rekindled the smoldering fire deep in my
gut.
	 I eased forward again trying to ignore what I was feeling from
Kirk's hand and grabbed his sizable tool once more.  My finger spread could
barely fit as I lifted it up. It was weighty and hot but it felt so good in
my hand like it belonged there. I went back to delve under the fleshy hood
some more.  I enclosed the tip of my finger under the skin and with my
other hand secured the foreskin around the intruding fingers. It was warm
and moist inside.  I could feel the rim of his perfectly curved head as I
circled around inside.  My fingers traced along the ridge several times
then over the head, across his slit and underneath where the ridges met.
The more I rubbed there, the more Kirk moaned.  As I found a pleasure spot,
his hand squeezed and rubbed my dick in response.  Each time I wanted a
squeeze, all I did was rub his crown, or move the full length with the tip
of my finger and his fingers answered on my dick.
	    I followed the underside of his dick down to crotch and the two
waiting nuts imprisoned in a sac of loose skin.  I couldn't help but
compare.  They were massive in proportion to mine.  His pouch was wide and
meaty to the touch, soft and wrinkled.  It hung down loosely and rested
comfortably against his crotch. They were too sizable for one hand.  I
reached around the leg closest to me and lifted one up at a time.  My
fingers rolled them and tested the pressure limits of his gigantic balls. I
squeezed, rolled and even juggled them by throwing the sac in the air and
catching them as they fell. Kirk's guttural moans were increasingly louder
and automatically his thighs pushed wider to find more room for my play.
	 As I continued to play, his hand searched below my dick to find to
my embarrassingly small nuts.  I almost wished he couldn't.  Finding
himself limited because of my leg under his arm, he grabbed my knee and
swung my body 45 shifting me so that my crotch was completely open to
his hand and eyes.  "Hey, I gotta have some fun too man." He smiled and his
hand adjusted immediately. His long fingers found their way back to my
comparably pencil thin dick and more. This time he grabbed my dick between
his index and middle fingers latching under my crown so that the head stuck
out.  His lower two fingers were still free to flick and tickle my two
child-like nuts while his thumb did wonders on the surface of my dick head
slowly rubbing back and forth across my tiny dick hole and tickling around
the edge.  Occasionally he would ride up and down my shaft between those
fingers and then settle again with teasing my sensitive head.  Electricity
shot up and won my groin and legs.  I groaned with each twist of my dick
head and brush on my nuts.  My body arched and begged for release.
Hormones flooding my body caused me to be dizzy.  All I could feel was his
hand.
	"I'm feeling left out here pal.  How about some help?"
	His voice brought me back to my mission and right away I got back
to business.  One hand stayed attached to his two jewels while the other
sought out his massive cock again.  I pulled the hood of skin back from the
head again and drank in the musky smell.  Several times I pushed and pulled
his jacket along the firm fleshy javelin.  His muscles tightened all over
his body in waves.  His hips were thrusting in time as my fingers walked
the full distance of his cock in slow rhythmic patterns.
	His hand, latched onto my dick, went still.  It delighted me to
know that I could provide him such deep pleasure. My right hand continued
to massage the massive sperm banks below and my left hand began to pick up
speed as it rode his bucking cock back and forth for the full 8" or 9".
His movements were becoming more exaggerated as he pushed forward to move
my hand faster and twisted his torso slightly to either side.  His eyes
were closed and his body glistened from sweat.
	I brought both hands now up to the task.  The left stationed at his
beautiful head just to play and squeeze it while the other now slid up and
down his fine pole.  His breathing deepened as his thighs began to push up
ito the air to meet my hand's movements.  At the tip, a thin stream of
pre-cum was leaking out onto my fingers. Curious, I lifted my wet finger to
my lips and tasted. It was sweet and I had to have more.  I stopped the
stroking motion momentarily and lifted his dribbling dick straight up in
the air admiringly.  Drop after drop pushed through the narrow slit onto
his rounded head collecting within the collar of skin.  I leaned down and
licked across the surface of his crown.  Kirk's moan as his body tensed.  I
licked once again and his hips rose up to meet my tongue.
	"I'm cumming boy. Give me some help!"
	I started to ride up and down the swollen, red shaft with all the
speed I could muster.
	He stopped my hand.  "No, like this."
	He moved my hand along his dick as though he were milking a cow.
His hand was slow, restrained. With each down stroke, he squeezed my hands
around his crown.
	When he finished showing me, he demonstrated on my dick. The
intensity of his slow movements and careful squeeze were extraordinary and
I knew why he wanted it done that way now.
	I grabbed his rock hard dick again and slowly, methodically moved
along its neck, across the ridges of his crown and down again.  Both of us
were lifted somewhere between heaven and hell, wanting immediate relief but
unwilling to stop the feeling the slow movements were building within.
	After a time, his body tightened and he stretched open his legs
more, almost pushing me away. He was ready and I was there to watch it all
as I tried to focus on Kirk instead of his hand.  Both of us were ready as
the final seconds.
	A final deep throat growl erupted from Kirk.  He was cumming and
the load had to be immense.  He grabbed my free hand and cupped it just
above his throbbing crown.  As the gushing fluid erupted my hand shielded
us both.  Each spurt struck my hand hard and was redirected onto his
stomach in a collection pool around his belly button. Steams of spilling
fluid rocketed out until finally the flow was reduced to globs trickling
over my hand hanging on just below his cock head for dear life.  The tent
filled with the smell of his rich semen.  I looked down and a tiny white
lake had formed on his stomach. There was so much that some began to spill
over the side as his heavy breathing raised and lowered his stomach.
	When he was finished he looked into my eyes. "That was sweet,
kid. Now it's your turn."
	 His thumb massaged my slit again slowly and methodically and rode
around the crest of my swollen tip.  Pre-cum was flooding his hand and he
used it to grease up his fingers along my cock. My body began to twitch.
	 "When you're ready to spit it out, lean over and shoot it into
mine." he instructed matter-of-factly. He pulled on my dick and guided me
around until I was on all fours over top of him with my dick pointed
directly over his stomach and the thick pool of glistening cream.
	His thumb went right back to work and I was so ready!
	 Almost immediately my body stiffened and I began to buck like a
horny dog as I squirted my seconds into the waiting pool.  I had very
little to offer and was exhausted after I was finished.  His two fingers
tightened going down my dick, loosened and latched hold at the base again.
He was milking me like a cow.  The only remaining fluid were drops. I
strained to produce more as if I had to show him I could pump out as much
as he did, but it was no use.  I was done.  I sat down again next to my
teacher disappointed.  Both of us were breathing heavily. His hand still
stroking my softening, worn out tool.
	Kirk broke the silence: See what I mean kid.  It's fun to go
fishing with someone else's rod once in a while.
	"I smiled a little."
	"But we're not done yet. Time to clean up."
	I reached over and grabbed his moist towel.
	"No. not wipe up, clean up," he stated as his hand stopped mine
holding the towel.
	"How?"
	"With your mouth, Jase.  Your mouth."
	"You mean lick it up?" I was thrown off stride and spoke before I
thought about its attraction to me.
	 I looked down at the pool of white, murky liquid.  I had let go of
his soft took earlier and it lay dormant in the pool of sperm that he
wanted me to drink in.
	"Jase, we've both had some fun tonight and I hope we can do this
again and other things this week, but unless you can help me out here, I
don't see much for the rest of the week.  The student always obeys his
teacher. Let's call it initiation into the group".  Kirk smiled and laid
back watching me.
	I desperately wanted more of him this week.  I had no choice and
moved to "clean up" our mess. I adjusted my position so I could easily bend
over. Carefully I picked up his dick out of the pool with my hand. It was
coated with cum and was slick to the touch.  I looked at the cum-soaked rod
as drops of cum fell back to the pool.  Inside I had to admit that I had an
overwhelming temptation to clean it first as though that would be
completely natural.
	 I leaned toward his stomach and dipped my tongue in the puddle and
drew it back in to taste.  It was very different but manageable.  I held my
face down and dipped in a few more times like a dog lapping from a fresh
stream testing its taste each time.  Wanting to get it over with, I put my
mouth fully over the pool and slurped in as much of it as I could like soup
from a bowl then swallowed quickly.  I finished off the rest of the pool
with one more vacuum of Kirk's stomach.  Next my tongue scrubbed around the
area to get all that was left even along his sides where some had dribbled
away and even sucked out his belly button.  It turned me on like nothing
else.  I was hard again for the third time that night.
	 The only area left to clean was his hooded cock. I held it firmly
at the base and brought it up to my face only inches from my mouth.  My
eyes feasted on each detail as it seemed to be awakening again.  I opened
my mouth and moved it to my lips with no hesitation. It was so warm and
inviting I knew I would have no trouble finishing up my assignment.
	Just then we heard footsteps crunching through the branches and
terrain in back of the tent.  We both jumped and slid into our bags just as
the tent flap opened.
	"How did ya'll sleep?" smiled the My Bryan, the Scout Master.
	"One of the best camping nights I have had in a long time", Kirk
answered quickly.  "We'll be right out."
	Kirk turned to me.  "So much for our first night", he said with a
satisfied smirk on his face sitting up in his sleeping bag. As he lifted to
his knees he leaned over me and his dangling cock brushed across my lips
and face. I reached out figuring he wanted me to finish.  I quickly tucked
it in and my tongue worked hard to clean what was left.
	"Time to start our day boy," he said and pulled away his addicting
pole.
	We both got out clean clothes to dress.  I sat there quietly. Once
it sunk in what I had done with him and that it was over, I hung my head,
embarrassed and ashamed. I was angry about what he had done and what I had
agreed to.
	"Hey, Jase, what's wrong?"
	"Leave me alone. You got what you wanted." I turned away form him.
	"Hey man, don't feel that way, we both got what we wanted.  No one
forced you to do what you did and no one forced me to do what I did.  We
both had fun.  That's what it's all about. Nothin' wrong happened last
night.  We just had some fun.  We have 4 more nights yet.  I'm not done,
believe me.  Besides you did a hell of a job last night.  I'm not giving
you up."
	I was silent.
	Kirk scooted close to me and turned me around to face him.  Looking
me straight in the eyes, he reached down and grabbed my dick.  Then he bent
down pushed his face between my legs and sucked my soft dick into his
mouth.  His lip clamped on to its base and slowly backed away until it
popped out of his mouth. He raised his head to me and stuck out his
tongue. A tiny drop of my cum rested on its tip. With a mischievous smile
and glint in his eyes he swallowed and licked his lips.  That was all I
needed.  Lots more was to be learned from the Alpha male.  I couldn't
imagine how he would top last night, tonight.  But I would be ready to do
whatever he asked.