Date: Sun, 25 Jul 2004 01:04:57 EDT
From: Scott Douglas <BigBlonde18@aol.com>
Subject: Uncle at Scout Camp part 1

My family had always been a bit different.  For as long as I can remember
my parents were open books willing to discuss anything.  .  My parents were
firm believers that if you don't talk openly about something with your kids
they are far more likely to do.  Besides when you have a brother that is 11
years older than you there is no point in trying to hide anything.  One of
these issues was the issue of sex.  Sex had always been a favorite topic in
my house, especially at dinner.  My mother said it is because my father is
just an old pervert, my father says it is because my mother says no too
often.  Whatever the reason was I knew more about sex then kids twice my
age and not just the usual "it is something between two people who love
each other shit", I got the real information.  My father always told me
that sex was one of the best things a person could do, granted it was
better when it was with someone you loved, but regardless it was still
good.

Even though sex was always open for discussion in my family, I was still
never 100% convinced that it was everything they said it was.  I was always
telling my friends the stuff that my parents or brother told me and trying
to talk them into trying things out.  I had gotten one friend so close as
to let me touch his penis, just to see if it really was that pleasurable.
I don't think he enjoyed it that much because when I tried to do it again
he refused.  I however got a real thrill out of it.  I always loved
touching my own penis and there was something about touching another one
that was really thrilling.  I think it was just that it was so different.
I had never really seen another penis before, especially one that was cut
(after all mine isn't).  Ever since that time I have been trying to get my
hands on another penis, I thought for sure I had finally found the pleasure
my family was always talking about.

I decided that I wasn't going to tell anyone about what I had discovered,
at least not until I was sure that I was right.  Besides my father had
always talked about the pleasure being with girls and here I was showing he
was wrong.  Who needs a girl to have the pleasure; they don't even have a
penis.  I knew that my chance was coming up soon to really find out if I
was right.  It was only two weeks before I left for Boy Scout camp, two
weeks alone in the woods with a bunch of other 12 year old boys!
Everything was going fantastically leading up to camp.  I had been talking
to Kevin, another one of the scouts, about what I had done with the kid
down the street.  He seemed to be really into it.  We decided that while we
were away at camp we would share a tent and try some stuff out.  I thought
for sure that this was going to be the best summer ever, and then it
happened.  One week before we were set to go away our troop leader broke
his leg, which meant my father, as his assistant would have to go with us.
Unfortunately the son of the leader had to share a tent with them, which
meant no Kevin.  Then it happened, my father couldn't get off of work for
two weeks on such short notice so he asked my uncle to go with us.  As if
my father wouldn't cramp my style now I was stuck with my uncle, a 32 year
old man, who is very attractive for his age but is no Kevin, needless to
say I was one unhappy camper.

I think my uncle was a bit upset that I wasn't more excited he was going
with us.  All I heard in the car the whole way up was how much fun we would
have and how camp wouldn't be as bad as I thought.  He promised me that he
would make sure that I had a ton of fun.  Little did he know that he was
the whole reason why I wouldn't be having fun this summer, at least not the
kind I wanted.  One stupid broken leg was going to ruin my chances of the
boy scouts making me into a man.  When we got to camp it all happened like
I knew it would.  Kevin was given a tent with Joe, one of the smaller boys
in the troop and I was stuck in a tent with my uncle.  Now my uncle was a
cool guy and I know that he was going to make camp fun for everyone but I
really wanted a more grown up kind of fun.

By the time we retired to the tents that evening my uncle was starting to
get on my nerves.  He was always trying to point out all the fun activities
we were going to doing at camp and how I was going to be his little buddy
and we were going to bond out here in the woods.  When we finally got into
the tent I just threw myself on the cot, rolled over and went to sleep in a
huff.  You know, us 12 year olds are very mature in that way.  The next day
I don't think I smiled once and I could see that it was getting to my
uncle.  All of the other kids seemed to be having a ball making crafts and
swimming in the lake but I just sat on the side lines, I tend to make
pouting seem like an Olympic sport.  That night when everyone was heading
to the bonfire I decided that I was just going to head back to the tent.  I
was hoping that Kevin would follow me and we could try some stuff out, but
once again my stupid uncle decided that it was time to play the hero.

When we got to the tent he started asking me a million questions and always
telling me that things would be okay and that I would make friends soon.  I
had finally had enough, without even thinking I screamed out "I have tons
of friends here, they are not the problem, you are".  The look on my
uncle's face was one of devastation.  You would have thought I had ripped
his heart out, in fact I think there may have even been a tear welling up
in his eyes.  He just looked at me all sad and asked, "what did I do?  I
just wanted to make this a perfect camp for you, after all you are my
little tiger", God I hated that nickname, all he was doing was making me
even madder.  Before I could rage out at him, all of the emotion I had
bottled up in my came raging out and I burst into tears.  I started telling
him everything.  I told him all about what I had done with the kid down the
street and what I was planning to do with Kevin and how he had ruined
everything.

My uncle just grabbed me and held me in his arms.  He started rubbing my
back and telling me that everything was going to be okay.  He knew just
what I was going through, he even told me that when he was growing up he
had a friend like Kevin; in fact he still had a friend like Kevin at home.
I was amazed, my big strong uncle still had a friend whose penis he played
with.  Then my uncle said something that was really surprising, he said
that if it was lack of a friendly penis that was keeping me from enjoying
myself, then I could make use of his for the next few nights until he could
find a way to get me into a tent with Kevin.  Now I always knew that my
family was cool about these things, but damn.  I think he could sense the
look of shock on my face because he every quickly followed up his offer
with a statement about it having to be strictly between us and some other
stuff, I don't really know, I wasn't paying very close attention.

I told my uncle that his offer sounded perfect and I would defiantly enjoy
it and that I wanted to start right away.  He said that was fine and that
we should start with a kiss.  A kiss?  Holy shit, I had never kissed anyone
before, this is what was going to ruin it.  I was going to suck and he was
going to change his mind.  Before I could begin to protest he had pulled he
into him and pressed his lips against mine.  In an instant I melted and
relaxed.  Slowly I could feel him opening his lips sliding his tongue
forward.  I had no clue what I was supposed to do so I just mimicked what
he was doing.  I figured it couldn't be that wrong if he was doing it too.
After a few minutes of our tongues wrestling around he pulled away.  I was
so scared that I had messed things up and that I was still going to have to
go all through camp with no penis to play with.

Just then he turned to me and told me to strip for him.  Within 30 seconds
I was standing before his buck naked.  He took the time to inspect every
inch of my body.  I was really just your average 12 year old.  He rubbed
his hands all over my smooth chest and felt each rib as me looked me over.
As his hands moved over my smooth crotch and balls I felt a tingling in my
penis.  I had never felt like that before, not even when I touched myself.
I was starting to get warm and my penis was getting hard (I loved when that
happened, which was a lot- hey it is puberty).  He then turned me around
and ran his hands all over my back and ass.  Before I knew what was
happening there was something wet on my ass that made me jump.  I spun my
head around to see what was happening and I could see my uncle's head
buried in my ass.  My uncle had his tongue in my ass now that was one
French kiss I had never heard of, but it was incredible.  I was hoping that
it would never end, but like all good things it did.  As he spun me back
around he told me that was just a warm up for things to come.

Then he told me that it was time to strip him.  I went over to him and
lifted his shirt above his head exposing his firm, hairy chest.  I ran my
hands down his chest and over his nipples on my way to his belt.  It felt
like forever before I got it undone.  Then I slowly worked his pants over
his muscular thighs and there in front of me was the penis I had been
longing for.  The only thing between me and my dream now was a thin layer
of cotton.  I put my hands on the waist of his briefs and looked up at him
to make sure it was okay; he just looked down at me and told me that he was
waiting.  I think I ripped them off almost as fast as I ripped the paper
off a Christmas present.  There before me was the most beautiful thing I
had ever seen.  It was a little over 6 inches long and hard as a rock.  I
couldn't help but stare at it.  My uncle told me to reach out and touch it.
I didn't want to disappoint him or make this end so I just did as I was
told.  I slowly started feeling it and rubbing it.  Then he told me to kiss
it.

I leaned forward and pushed my lips up against it.  I couldn't tell how
this could make him happy but I wasn't about to argue.  I kept kissing it
and kissing it and I could hear my uncle laughing.  I was shocked; I never
thought that anything like this would tickle.  He lifted up my head and
told me to lay on the cot.  Then he lay down next to me with his cock at my
face.  He told me to just do to him exactly what he did to me.  With that
he took my cock into his mouth and started to suck on it.  I was so amazed
by the feeling I totally forgot about his dick in front of me.  Suddenly I
felt his hand on my head pushing me forward onto his cock.  He pushed me so
hard that his penis started to choke me.  I started to run my tongue along
the underside of his penis like I could feel him doing to me.  I was hoping
that I was making his feel as good as he was making me feel.

He kept holding my head and pushing me back and forth on his dick as he
sucked on mine.  Being that I was only 12 and still in the beginning of
puberty it wasn't long before I started to shoot the little bit of cum I
could.  I was worried because I couldn't tell him in time and I shot it
right in his mouth.  But he swallowed the whole things and then licked me
clean.  Once he felt I was clean enough he stood up next to the cot and
told me to keep up the sucking.  I went right back to work on his penis,
his hands guiding me the whole way.  It wasn't long before he started to
breath heavier and make really strange noises.  Suddenly he grabbed my head
and held it in place as he started to thrust his hips.  I could taste
something wet and salty in my mouth but I wasn't sure what it was.  I just
started swallowing.  My uncle was moaning and telling me to take it all and
not to spill any of it.  When he was done he pulled out and told me to lick
him clean.  Of course I did just as I was directed.

Then he picked me up off the cot and kissed me again long and hard.  I
could taste the saltiness on his tongue and I knew that I was tasting my
own cum.  This made me even hotter.  My uncle broke off the kiss and said
that we should go shower as the other boys would be back from the fire
soon.  I was so upset, I really wanted to do it again.  I think he could
sense my disappointment because he told me not to fear, this was only night
2 of a 2 week camp.  By the time I left I was going to know everything he
could teach me.

To be continued....(if you like it- I have never written anything like this
before)