Date: Wed, 27 May 2015 12:40:22 -0400
From: Reb
Subject: Camp Ashford Chapter 1

When I was in my very early teens, my mom decided that it would be good for
me to join the Boy Scouts.  I really hated it.  Instead of doing what I
wanted for my summers vacation, I was forced to pack up my stuff and head
out to Camp Ashford for two weeks as part of my troops summer program.
There were at least 40 boys and 5 scout masters.  Who kept a pretty tight
reign on us.  Our ages ranged from 11 to 17 years old.  The scoutmasters
varied from Mr Bouepre., our troop leader, Early 40ish with a well
maintained body, square jawline and lots of muscle.  Than there was his
assistant scoutmaster, Tom, who was in his early twenty's.  A nice guy who
had gone through the scout regime and was an Eagle Scout.  The next guy in
charge was Jerry.  A high school guy who had also been an Eagle Scout and
now worked for Troop 23.

The others were Mr Beaupre's sons, John and Mike.  Both chips off the old
block.  Both had something to prove.  Both were hot as hell.....

Anyway we got to Camp Ashford in Ashford, CT.  Was shown that we would be
bunking in large old WW2 tents.  With wood floors raised off the forest
ground.  Each tent held between 6/8 bunks.  We had four tents in a row.  At
the end were three smaller tents used by the scoutmasters and beyond there
were the heads, shower facilities, sinks.  All in rather new wood cabins
built for this purpose.  Beyond that was the lake, to the left was a large
dining hall and to the right of that a small store.  There was also a
nursing station that took care of occasional problems like poison oak,
sumac, and of course poison ivy.

On our first day at camp we were assigned sleeping quarters and told who
would be the tent leader.  This was our go to guy if we needed anything,
had questions, or just needed to talk.  Many of us were not used to being
away from home and home sickness was very real to us.

Once settled, we all changed into swimming shorts.  Being an only child, I
was not used to seeing other guys walking naked around me, unconcerned as
to what you saw.  So I looked.  I was fascinated by how hairy and built
some of the other boys were.  Also our tent master was Tom, who changed in
our tent rather than his own.  He caught me staring at his penis and low
hangers.  He was uncut and except for me I had never seen another guy with
for-skin.  He saw me stare but just sort of smiled.  Guess he knew I was
young and completely out of my element.  We headed down to the lake and for
the next couple of hours had a great time.  Canoeing, boating, swimming..
It was great.

We heard the dinner bell and all headed back to the tent to change.  But
first where told that we had to take showers before changing into t-shirts
and shorts.  We got into the shower and holy shit, it was one big room with
shower heads facing the middle.  No enclosures, no privacy at all.  The
others didn't seem to care so we all stripped down.  Turned on the water
and soaped up.  I kept facing the wall because I was so damn embarrassed.
The other guys didn't seem to care at all, making jokes about who's dick
was bigger and who had more scruffy hair on their balls.  The water was
turned on next to me and I noticed Tom standing there naked in all his
masculine glory.  He even looked like his cock was bigger than before.

He asked me how I was doing, but I was so shy, I just said good and put my
eyes back down to the floor.  The majority of the guys showered and hurried
out to change.  I waited till they were gone.  But Tom hung back, and was
washing his hair and face.  Soap covered both so he could not look at me.
I snuck a peak at him and saw that his cock was really huge.  The skin was
retracted and the big reddish head stood out.  I looked up and Tom was
looking at me, with a smile.

"Your not used to being around other boys are you?"  He asked.  Well, not
like this, I said.  Does it bother you?  Tom said.  No, I'm just not
accustomed to seeing another guy with an erection....  Tom turned to me and
reached down. Touching his cock and balls.  He used the soap to lather
himself up and said, smiling, Gotta keep it all clean, Russ.  I noticed a
clear fluid coming out of the end of his penis.  I was intrigued.  Tom told
me that it was called precum and was used as a lubricant when a guy got
horney.  And when his cock was ready for action.

I asked Tom what that meant, ready for action......  He walked over to me
and put pressure on my shoulder.  I was somewhat forced to kneel down.
When I looked up at him, he put his hard cock to my lips.  I had never had
any type of intimacy before and didn't know what was going on.  Tom told me
to open my mouth and I did.  He slowly inserted his penis head into my
mouth.  Of course the first thing I did was close my lips and suck.

Tom smiled at me and said that I was a natural.  Than he pushed more of his
big cock into my mouth.  At first I gagged.  But found that I really wanted
to please him.  So I was able to ignore the gagging reflex and take about
two thirds of his fat uncut cock into my throat.  I felt a real attachment
to him.  My eyes watered, I wanted to lick his balls so I did.  Tom grabbed
my head and pushed his cock in and out of my mouth until it was all in.

It was so big that I thought I would choke.  Than all at once he flooded my
throat with a thick, rich, cream.  I swallowed it all. And found I liked
it.  Tom's cock slowly got smaller in my mouth, but I didn't want to
release it.  I kept sucking on it.  Wanting more of the cream.

Tom looked down at me and said that I gave an amazing blowjob.  That for a
first timer he could tell it was my calling.  Than he picked me up off my
knees and hugged me to him.  Right then he could have done anything he
wanted.

    We got dressed, and headed back to the tent area.  The woods were
beautiful.  All green and wild.  It made me really appreciate being out of
doors.  It was dinner time so we headed over to the dining hall as a group.
Inside we sat together, laughing, joking, eating burgers.  It was a simple
dinner because it was day one.  No complaints here.  After eating we headed
back to the tents to get settled in.  We had six guys in our tent so had
allot of extra room. Tom even put up a blanket between his bunk and the
rest to give himself some privacy.  And as he said, it lets everyone know
who's boss.  Smiling as he said it.  It had gotten dark and everyone was
ready to head to the campfire. We put on jeans and grabbed a bottle of
water and headed out.

     Mr. Beaupre had built a fire and we all sat in a circle.  John,
Mr. Beaupre's son told us a ghost story that got everyone nervous.  It was
about this guy named three finger Jack who would grab kids out of their
tents while they slept.  Than he would take them in the woods and do all
kinds of things to them.  He didn't get specific which allowed our minds to
soar.  Thinking allot worst things than he could come up with.  We headed
back to the tents to bed down.

    It was a nice night so most of us just slept in our undershorts.  And
the sleeping bags were so soft and inviting that I was asleep before I knew
it.  In the middle of the night, I heard heavy breathing and immediately
thought of three finger Jack.  I kept listening and found that it was
coming from Mr. Beaupre's tent next to us.  The only ones in there were
Mr. Beaupre's and his son, John.  John was 17 and a regular outdoors type.
Having been camping with his dad since he was a little kid.  I got curious
and snuck out of my sleeping bag and headed over to the latrine.  Took a
piss and on the way back walked by Mr. Beaupre's tent.  I could still hear
the heavy breathing, but something else too.  John was saying in a very low
voice, "Oh Dad, it feels so good when you do that."  I looked in the
screened window and could see John on his knees with butt in the air.  He
was naked.  His dad was behind him.  Doing something that I couldn't even
imagine.  Mr. Beaupre had John's butt in his hands and his mouth was on
John's ass.  He was licking it.  Sucking his butthole with his tongue and
licking with his lips.  John was going crazy.  He loved what was being done
to him and you could tell by his big dick that it was turning him on so
much.  Dad just kept licking his son, opening up his butt even more to go
deeper.  John moaned and begged dad for more.  Dad stood up on both knees
and then I saw how huge his penis was.  It was easily 8 inches, but it was
the head that got my attention.  The head was double the size of the shaft
around.  And so hard that it was sticking straight out.  John took both of
his hands and put them on each side of his butt hole opening it up even
more.  Dad put the head to John's ass and pushed.  John pushed his face
into the sleeping bag and pillow in front of him.  Muffling the sound of
his moaning.  His dad had his cock all the way into his son's ass and was
pumping hard.  Really hard.  I started to feel a real itching between my
own legs.  Just watching them made me get hard.  And that precum that Tom
talked about was dripping out the end.  A first for me.  Mr. Beaupre pulled
John's ass really close to his body and gave off a deep growl.  He buried
his face into his sons back holding him real close as he did.  I could see
him grab John's cock just then and white cream shooting out of it.  All
over his sleeping bag..  But he didn't seem to care.  He just kept pushing
his butt into his dad.  I could tell that dad was filling his butt with hot
cream too.  They stopped and John turned around.  Dad took a towel, wiping
off his cock than he stuck it in his sons mouth.  Who sucked off any juice
left in it.  At this point I felt a feeling like I had never felt before.
And the cream shot out of my cock all over the side of the tent.  The
intense feeling lasted so long that I thought something was wrong, but it
felt so good.  SOOO GOOOD!

I took off my shorts and wiped off my penis.  But it kept dripping.  So I
headed back to my tent.  It was really late, everyone was sleeping or
snoring or both.

    I got into my bunk and fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up late.  The other boys were already at the dining
hall.  Mr. Beaupre came in and said, "good morning, sport".  Gave me a big
smile and said that he had let me sleep and waited for me.  I thought that
was really nice of him.  He said to grab my stuff and we would head over to
the bathrooms so he could shave and I could do my morning stuff, brush my
teeth, pee, morning stuff...

    We walked in the latrine and Mr Braupre went right up to the last sink
and lathered up.  The place was very roomy.  Half way up the walls, the
plywood raised and was hooked so that we got plenty of fresh air and light.
But still provided for privacy.  I watched as Mr. B shaved.  Not used to
seeing this.  My dad and mom divorced when I was three so this was all new
to me.  Mr. B must have known because he looked at me and winked.  I smiled
back at him.  Than he said, OK, sport, it's shower time.  That took me by
surprise because I didn't think we were gonna shower now.  But I figured
that's the way things are done at camp.  We went into the dressing room and
Mr. B pulled off his shirt and shorts.  He had on white underwear and those
were the next to go.  He stood up straight and looked over at me, so I
hurried and got out of my cloths.  Feeling shy....  Mr. B and I went into
the shower room and he turned on two faucets.  Next to each other so that I
could stand right next to him.  If your wondering if I had checked out his
penis, the answer is no.  I was so nervous about getting a hard on that I
didn't want to do anything to help it along.  But my cock got semi hard on
its own.  I took the soap and put as much suds as I could to try and hide
it, but it just made it worst.  So I turned away from Mr. B as I showered.
"Hey there, sport, pass the soap" he said.  I didn't turn all around and
ended up dropping it on the floor.  I knelt down to pick it up and when I
looked up, I saw Mr. Beaupre's soft penis right in front of my face.

"What's the matter, son" he asked me.

I just looked at him, thinking of what I had seen him do to his real son
the night before.  How I wanted him to do it to me, but didn't know if he
would or reject me.  Or if I would get in trouble, sent home...

"It's OK, Russ, Mr. Beaupre said.  He picked me up by lifting me under my
arms.  I was allot smaller than him.  He picked me up and held me to him.
I didn't know what to do.  My penis was against his stomach, my arms around
his neck.  So I wrapped my legs around his waist and hugged him.  I payed
my head on his strong shoulders and closed my eyes.

I felt Mr. B put his hand on my back and gently rub it up and down.  Than
he slowly worked it down to my soapy butt.  Rubbing my butt cheeks.  I was
on fire like never before.  I had never felt such intense need.  At that
moment he lifted me and I felt that huge cock head slide between my butt
cheeks.  Because of the soap, it was very slippery and felt huge.  I rubbed
myself against him almost sitting on the huge, hard, head.  It was so big.
His cock was so wide and long.  I didn't know what to do next.  Mr. B made
that decision for me.  He gently pulled apart my butt cheeks.  And I felt
pressure like never before.  He whispered in my ear, "is this what you want
me to do to you, Russell?"...  I just shook my head slowly up and down.  I
couldn't speak. I had no voice.

I opened up as much as I could.  The soap took care of the rest.  He pushed
again and the head, that big hard cock head, was in my ass.  I collapsed
against the man who was doing this to me.  I tightened my legs around his
waist and pushed down without asking if I could.  His cock went into me all
the way.  Causing me to cry out in pain.  I felt like I was being torn
apart.  That this intruder had complete control of my body.

We didn't move for minutes. But my breathing was so hard.  His arms around
me got so tight. Than it happened.  He pulled his cock out of me to the
head. I was so thankful to him for leaving the head in me.  I could not
have taken it entering me again.  Mr. B slowly at first than with
increasing thrust, fucked me.  My virgin, or ex-virgin hole took it
greedily.  I loved what he was doing to me.  Loved the way he held me, was
licking my neck, holding me tight.

I felt my penis against his hard stomach swell even more.  Every time his
cock went in to the hilt, I got harder.

    Than I felt a feeling build in me even more intense than the one I had
felt the night before.  Mr. B said to me "I'm going to cum in you now".
Get ready sport I'm going to shoot my cream inside of you.  What he didn't
know was that I barely heard him because my body was rocked by my own cream
shooting out of my cock.  All over between us.  It was like nothing I had
ever felt before.  And then, yes, I felt his cock get even bigger and
something was happening inside of my ass.  I could feel the cream dripping
out of my butt.  But for every time some dripped out, I felt another shot
of cream inside me.  Filling me up.  I didn't want to stop.  I didn't want
him to take it out.  So I meekly asked, "please leave it in me, please."

Mr. B walked over to one of the benches, still inside of me.  And sitting
down, said, "as long as you need"....

    I sat straddling him for a good 15 minutes.  I felt it soften while
inside of me.  I pushed down my butt to make sure it stayed inside of me.
Then slowly, I raised my ass off of Mr. Beaupre's soft cock.  The head was
still huge, even tho it was soft.  I held on to it with my tight ass hole
as I pulled off.  Than I laid against this big man.  He let me rest.  And I
needed it bad.  I think he did too, tho.  After another few minutes we got
back under the hot spray of the water. Mr. B looked at me, in the eyes, and
said.  "You can never tell anyone what we did".  I looked down, saying, "no
sir, I know".  "But will you please do it again to me."  I want you to do
what you did to John last night.  With your mouth on my fanny.  Mr. B
looked at me and said.  "I knew you were there, you know".  It was a full
moon.  And you left quite a cum stain on my tent.  "We'll see what
happens".  Than we walked down to the dining hall for breakfast.  I have to
admit, it was hard to walk regularly, my ass was singing.