Date: Thu, 5 Feb 2009 04:15:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Scout Masters 5

Scout Masters 5

by Bald Hairy Man

This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you don't like that DON'T
read it. You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, not for
minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual.  No effort to portray safe sex
practices has been made.  If you have any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.

As we hiked I had time to think. I was surprised at several things. I
thought I'd be tired by now. It had been constant sex for several days now,
but I wanted more. I had never been in a group of men who shared my sexual
interests and were as willing as me to enjoy sex.  In the few gay bars I'd
been to, it was a beauty contest. You seemed to spend hours drinking and
wondering if anyone wanted to get together.  Here everyone was interested.
Every cock was available.  It might sound tacky, or vulgar, but it was
relaxing and enjoyable.

I had watched my friends suck and fuck and get sucked and fucked.  We were
all similar men here. We had been somewhat shy when we got there, now we
knew no one would think less of you when you took a cock up your ass and
went to the moon, or were sucking up another man's cum. No one was
embarrassed because they were aroused, or were still drooling the remnants
of an orgasm at dinner time.

That the Scout Masters were as excited as we were was an extra added
attraction. Not only did we finally get to see them naked. We also saw them
fucking and shooting. Sex is a universal language, and we all spoke it
fluently. We had tasted each others ball juices and explored each others'
asses. Sex is the gift that keeps on giving.

You would also think that in such a large group, sex would become ordinary
and unexciting. Somehow, I'm not sure a cock ever rubs a prostrate the same
way each time. Every penetration seemed to open up a new world. In the
group we shared our sexual excitement.  It fed on itself. One erection
begets another and single orgasm tends to set off a chain reaction. It was
hard to see a friend shoot and not feel the juices rise in your own balls.

That evening Ed, Ivan, Justin, Boomer and Buddy came to the tent along with
Sonny, Johnson's friend. This struck me as a miss matched group. Buddy was
a beefy hairy man who was a sexual spark plug. Boomer and Badger had come
with him, but I suspected he had a range of playmates. Both Ed and Ivan
were somewhat reserved.  Sonny was usually with Johnson and I didn't know
what he was like without his friend.  Justin was tall but he still looked
boyish. Willy and Tyrone were his friends. He didn't seem to match Boomer
and Buddy.

Sonny told me Johnson was with Andy and Ron while Washington took the third
tent. "I think Johnson wanted more up close and personal time with the
Scout Masters," Sonny said. He leaned close to be. "I'm hoping to get some
quality time with Ivan," he whispered. "That boy turns me on."

I hadn't picked out Sonny as a size queen. Sonny, Ivan and Randall soon
formed a tight group engaged in conversation. I was with Boomer, Buddy and
Justin.

Boomer and Buddy were masters of no strings attached, lets get naked and
fuck ourselves silly sex. Sex was a recreational activity, and nice way to
spend a day if there was nothing good on the television. Buddy had a harem
of married men who dropped by his house to get their rocks off and have
fun. He ran a construction company, so when it rained, he was free. Tyrone
and Badger were the unmarried part of his harem.  They could get away for
an entire weekend an like the married men.

Buddy had a cock shaped liked a fireplug, a thick, blunt instrument. Boomer
was a huge bear of a man with a thick cock and big balls. It was a little
surprised to find that Justin was firmly in the no strings camp. He was
conventionally handsome, but was strongly attracted to Boomer. Boomer was a
nice guy, but he was anything but handsome.

I sucked Buddy and soon discovered his fire plug had a leak. His balls
produced the champagne of pre cum. Justin was sucking on Boomer's cock like
a hungry baby at his mother's breast. Eventually Boomer got to suck me as
Buddy sucked Justin. We formed a four man Daisy chain. When we switched
positions I wondered if Justin would give up his connection with Boomer's
meat.  He did.

When Buddy sucked me his finger did a little prostate prospecting in my
ass.  While he knew where it was, he took his time. I did the same to
Boomer. He was already lubricated and more than willing. Justin moaned when
Boomer's finger massaged his nut. Buddy seemed to be the master of the slow
and easy transition from oral to anal sex.

On the other side of the tent, Sonny was sucking Ivan as Ed fed him his
cock. Ivan sure was interested in Ed.

While I glanced at them, Buddy began filling my hole with his cock. Buddy
wasn't a graceful fucker but he was an effective top. The fire plug was
filling and applied just the right amount of pressure to my prostate. When
the thickest part of his organ was in contact, I was near an orgasm. When
he pushed it deeper, or pulled it out I could relax.

Buddy looked a bit crude, but he could read my level of sexual arousal like
a book. He like to edge, and after ten minutes I didn't know if I was going
or coming. He also like to vary his technique, so I couldn't prepare for
what he would do next. Eventually I gave up trying and let him work his
magic.

Buddy was a rare type.  When he was a top he was 100% top. When he was a
bottom he was a 100% bottom pig. He suddenly pulled out, straddled me and
sat on my cock. Buddy didn't hide his enthusiasm, and I felt wonderful as
he bounced on my cock. As I fucked him, Justin screwed Boomer. Boomer
wasn't the strong silent type either.

"Boomer has a big ass," Buddy whispered to me. "Why don't you go over there
and see if your meat can fit in the hole with Justin's? He'd love it." From
the way he said it, I guessed Buddy knew what he was talking about.

Boomer was sitting on Justin's cock and was bent over so his hole was
exposed. I straddled them and placed my cock at the quivering hole.  "Oh
Jesus!" Boomer exclaimed. I pushed and my cock slipped into the hole. My
cock was fucking Boomer and rubbing against Justin's cock. Justin and I
both had long cocks so it was possible to thrust and still keep our organs
in the commodious hole.  When we were both in Boomer tightened his
sphincter, holding our cocks together.  Justin stayed still and I thrust.
I was both fucking Boomer and rubbing Justin at the same time. We weren't
linked this way for more than three or four minutes, but it was a good
three or four minutes. Boomer shot off first and his cum splattered on
Justin and the tent walls.

I think Justin and I must have shot off in unison.  All three of us were
twitching and moaning. I caught a glance of Buddy and he looked like a
happy father watching his son make a touchdown. I later found out he and
Boomer had talked about getting double fucked, but had never had it work
out before.

It was time to make dinner and we went to the lodge. This time no one even
bothered to wear shorts. I have to admit my standards had changed since the
beginning of the weekend. I had never been to an orgy before.  This didn't
meet my expectation, but it was very different from what I expected, and
the sex far better than I had dreamed.

I guess I expected Barbarians crashing through the gates raping hysterical
virgins. No one in our group was a barbarian, hysterical and least of all
virgin. We were all fully equipped, sexually active men who knew how to
have fun with our sexual apparatus. No one was shy. No one was
uninterested.  No one was ashamed of his desires and urges.

We all knew that sex with another man was vastly better than a solo
effort. All were willing to give and to take. That would have been good if
that were only it, but there was more. We were all willing to go the extra
mile. Before this weekend, I would have been perfectly happy to have sucked
Ron or Andy. I had sucked both of them and they had sucked me.  Their cocks
had rubbed my prostate and as their meat had pounded me.

I had tasted their cum as it ejaculated from their twitching cocks. My
prostate had been bathed by their cum. Others had used their cum as lube
and then added his own seed to the brew in my ass. Marcus had used Coach's
cum as lube when he fucked me. We were using our buddies' spunk to add to
our own pleasure. Technically I guess lube is lube, but man lube seems
different to me. Knowing it was made in you pals balls and shot out through
his cock in an orgasm makes it special.  A tube of K-Y lacks poetry. We
didn't just had sex; we wallowed in sex, showered in sex and breathed sex.
We had given our all and taken everything our pals wanted to give us.

That night turned out to be somewhat of a free for all. During the course
of the previous nights revels, we had missed getting with some of our pals
and had others we wanted to connect with again. Willy appeared at out tent
again and took a nice long ride on Ivan's cock. Ivan tended to be reserved,
but not with Willy.  Willy liked it so much it was hard not to get caught
up in the enthusiasm. When Ivan took a break, Ed filled the void.

Watching Willy seemed to cause an inching deep in my ass. I was with Sonny
and he slipped his cock into my ass. He felt good but was not quite want I
needed.  Ivan must have had extra sensory perception. He came over to us.

"Is he still tight?" he asked Sonny.

"He sure is," Sonny replied. "Tight but nice and juicy."

"Would you mind if I took a turn?" he asked.

"Just give me a second," Sonny said.  He gave me two hard thrusts and
climaxed. This wasn't a pro forma orgasm.  This was a full scale grand
finale, 4th of July fireworks orgasm. I didn't know how long he ejaculated,
but it seemed like several minutes. I felt the sperm shooting from his
cock.  It was lovely. Sonny pulled out and shot his final volleys at my
hole.

"Are you ready?"  Ivan asked me. "Oops, sorry, I forgot. Are you willing?"

"Ready and willing," I said.  Ivan had a huge organ, but this was the first
time I had seen him fully erect and up close.  When it had been up before
it was usually in an ass or mouth. I thought it was 11 inches but it may
have been longer. It curved downward as if the weight was too much. His
head was comparatively small and was all but bisected by a wide slit. A
filament of precum drooled from the slit to the floor. The shaft ballooned
behind the head. It was oval, maybe two or three inches wide and and inch
and a half deep.

His cock tapered as it reached his bush. This provided a natural cock
ring. Ivan wasn't a man rammer.  He took his time. Ivan reminded my of an
urologist inserting and sound into my cock during an examination. His head
was easy to take, Ivan was thoughtful. It was as if he was calculating the
best way to fuck me.

As he pushed my ass opened. He had maybe three or four inches in and it was
near my limit. H e pulled out and re lubricated his cock. It was a little
easier. He added more lubrication. Sonny was watching. He had a bottle of
poppers.

"A little bit of sugar makes the medicine go down." he said as he held it
to my nose. I took a deep sniff. He held it to my other nostril. When the
fumes hit my nervous system, Ivan made his move. I wasn't much of a fan of
poppers, but they hit the spot this time. Ivan made on hard thrust and it
was in, all the way in. suddenly I was just a six foot tall extension of
his cock. My body had merged with his.

Ivan could do no wrong.  That was lucky, because I was in no condition to
do anything like think. I almost forgot to breathe. It was that good. Good
may not be exactly the right word for it. It was total. Every cell in my
body existed only to give Ivan pleasure. I understood the ancients who
worshiped Pirapis.

I don't know how long I was skewered on Ivan's monster, but it was
good. When he pulled out I was covered in cum, both his and mine. Ed and
Sonny had been watching and were nice enough to lick me clean.  I hadn't
expected that.

It was a warm night and we went off to the pond to swim and clean off. We
weren't the only ones and we had a nice, moonlight frolic. I have to admit,
I'm not exactly sure who I sucked there in the dark, but it was fun. We
went back to the tent. I was planning to get with Ed, but when I got on my
cot I fell asleep and didn't wake up until the next morning. The constant
activity of the last dew days caught up with me.  The sun was well up in
the sky. It was time for breakfast and the party was over. Johnson had to
get back to town for a family event.

A few weeks later I got an e mail from Johnson and Andy. They wrote about
the good time we had and asked if any of us were interested in doing it
again, perhaps making it into an annual event. Needless to say, I sent a
reply saying I was game and thought it would be a good idea.  Over the next
few months I got e mails from the other men expressing interest.

Ron said he was interested and wondered if we would like to include other
former scouts and scout masters. He said he knew of one or two Scout
Masters who might be interested. Johnson replied that would be fine, as
long as he personally knew the men and thought they would enjoy the camp
out activities.

Buddy wrote he knew of several former scouts who would enjoy it too. As for
scout activities, he asked who would like camping out, hiking, swimming,
roasting marshmallows over the camp fire and exchanging ghost stories.
This brought out a series of comical lists of favorite scout activities
from other men.

It was in late October when Andy called me and asked if I'd like to meet
some friends at Johnson's hunting lodge.  "These are a few of the men who
were interested in our summer camping trip," he explained. "Johnson thought
it would be nice to meet with them before they joined the big group. He
wants to vet everyone who comes.  He had a poor experience with a guy
earlier this fall.  The guy wasn't into the please and thank you school of
sex. He liked the master slave stuff."

Of course I was interested. That next Saturday I was on my way to the
hunting lodge for an afternoon of fun. When I got there Andy and Johnson
were waiting with two other men. I vaguely recognized the older man, but I
couldn't remember his name. "Carson this is one of my former scouts, Leo,"
Andy said. "Leo, this is Carson, he was a Scout Master from NOVA."  The
other man introduced himslef as Sullivan. He had been in a troop in the
Charlottesville area.

As we chatted a Ford Explorer drove up with two more men. Two, bulky men
got out.  "Is this the place for the scout reunion" one bellowed.

"It sure is. You must be Bubba?" Johnson asked.

"Technically I'm Beauregard Byrd Ellington, but Bubba does the trick."

"Old Virgina family?"

"Shit no. Really pretentious mother," The big man replied.  "This is my
pal, Newton." They could have been father and son. Newton had a black
beard.  Bubba sported a Fu Manchu. It was chilly outside, so we went into
the lodge.  A fire blazed on the stone fire place and the room was warm and
cozy.

"How do we get this shindig underway?" Bubba asked. "I'm horny as a dog in
heat.  I had to sound like a old horn dog, but I haven't sucked on a new
cock in six months. I'm ready for some fun."

"Usually we get naked and just let nature take its course," Johnson said.