Date: Mon, 27 Sep 2010 02:12:50 -0700
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Just Like Scott Chapter 2

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Just Like Scott

Chapter 2

"Camp Challenge"

"It's freakin' hot!" Scott thought to himself as he pulled the flaps of the
canvas tent closed and plopped onto the bunk. He needed privacy to change
into his swimsuit. He ran his fingers through his wavy brown hair and
wished he'd let his mom cut it shorter before he left. Wearing it over his
ears and collar added to the heat. The thrill of being a junior counselor
at Camp Challenge had somewhat worn off already. It was feeling more like a
job than an adventure. Camp Challenge is a summer camp where kids spend
half their day on scholastics and half the day just having fun. It was very
structured and mostly full of nerds, ages ten to fourteen. I mean,
honestly, what kind of kid let their parents ship them off to a camp where
they had to do schoolwork during summer break?

Boys and girls shared classes at the camp but had totally separate camp
areas. They were never allowed to cross over and could be sent home if they
were caught invading. Scott was down to his boxers, when his mind wandered,
as usual, to sex. He began fantasizing over a couple of the girl counselors
and especially the blond hottie, Michelle. When he finished mentally
ravaging her body he turned his thoughts to his best friend at home, Mike,
and then to a few of the cute older boys he'd seen in camp. Absentmindedly,
he was brushing the resultant boner through his boxers. His 6 1/2 inches
were pitching its own good sized tent.

He worried briefly where his tent mate was. Each campsite had a junior and
a senior counselor. Juniors were between fifteen and seventeen and seniors
were eighteen to twenty-one. There were older leaders who ran the camp but
they lived in cabins up the hill. The counselors stayed in a tent in the
campsites; two campers per tent. The senior counselor assigned to work with
Scott was named Tom and was really tall. Six-four, to be exact. He played
basketball and was going to a junior college in Texas in the fall. Tom had
been a counselor here once before. He had a big warm smile and a way about
him of making everyone feel at ease. He was capable of settling arguments
with just some kind, but direct, words. You just felt safe around him like
he cared about you from the way he smiled and talked. Scott felt lucky to
be assigned with him. Some of the other senior C's were totally rude to
their juniors or squibs, as they were called.

The only camp Scott had ever been to before was scout camp. That was only
once, three years ago, when he was twelve. Scott liked scouts, but the
scoutmaster moved away and the troop fell apart. After that, summer camp
for him consisted of pitching a tent in the backyard and inviting friends
over. That still made for some pretty fun times, though. Scott was excited
to come to a real camp again. What he was most excited about was all the
coin he was making. He got $250 per week plus $25 in camp store credit. By
end of summer, he would have enough to buy that Yamaha he wanted.

Scott had just barely pulled his aching boner out of his fly to jack it
properly when he was startled by the tent flap flinging open. Scott grabbed
his red, camp-issued swimsuit off the cot in a panicked reaction and spun
away. He tucked his pole back in and pulled his suit up over his boxers.

 "Wow, it's hot in here." Tom said, in his mellow baritone.

"Uh, yeah, I was changing and it got kind of hot." Scott's voice shook
slightly, still recovering from his embarrassment at nearly being caught.

"Getting ready for the lake, I see." Tom said.

"Yeah, it's our group's turn at the lake this afternoon, remember?" Scott
replied.

"I know, I'm a little slow getting out of class; I lost track of time."

That never happened to Scott because he had been assigned to help with the
band class. Even though he had quit band in high school, mostly because he
didn't like the "band geek" rep it was giving him, he played the trumpet
very well and was assigned to teach the brass section. So, he watched the
clock every day and reminded the band leader in advance of time to go.

"Yeah, I was wondering where you were." Scott said.

Tom pulled off his red camp counselor shirt and kicked off his Vans. Then
he dropped his shorts and stood there in just his underwear. Scott thought
it was odd for a nineteen year old to still wear tighty-whities. "Who did
that?" He wondered. He stopped allowing his mom buy those for him in like
5th grade. Scott focused on the outline of Tom's bulge and was impressed
with Tom's nice body. As an athlete, Tom was in pretty good shape. Tom
rifled through his duffle bag at the end of his cot for his own pair of
baggy red swim trunks sporting the Camp Challenge logo on front.

Tom didn't even bother closing the tent flaps since no one else was in camp
at the time. The slight breeze helped the heat. All the campers were at the
dining hall. Counselors weren't required to be with their group for lunch,
only breakfast and dinner. Tom grabbed the waist of his briefs, slid them
down and stepped out. He stepped into the red suit and pulled it up over
his long, muscular legs. Scott watched intently as he pulled it up over his
privates. Scott was surprised to see Tom's dick and balls. He had just
assumed that being so tall and older that Tom's dick would be much bigger
than his own. Besides, Tom had the biggest feet he had ever seen on a human
and he'd heard somewhere that guys with big feet had big dicks. So much for
that idea. Tom's dick was cut like practically everyone else's he knew but
it was barely a four-incher hanging loose and really not very thick. His
balls were so small they didn't even hang below his dick. He had a lot more
hair than Scott though and even a hairy trail running up to his naval. It
was auburn in color and darker than the sandy-orange mop on his
head. Freckles decorated his pale skin.

Scott hadn't seen Tom fully naked before this. He had been carefully modest
when they were together changing clothes. Since the counselors had separate
shower stalls with curtains, they never saw each other naked there
either. The campers just showered in an open area with nozzles on both
sides of the walls. The counselor showers were right inside the door on one
end of the dressing area and the curtains were hung low enough to cover
their privates but still allow them to look out into the camper's shower
area and supervise.

 "Doesn't that bug?" Tom asked pointing at Scott's crotch, which Scott was
tugging at to untangle his softened dick.

"What?" Scott asked back.

"Wearing boxers with that suit." Tom clarified.

"Yeah, sort of." Scott admitted. "Just, I always wear my boxers under my
board shorts so I'm used to that. I hate these suits. I wish we could wear
our own."

"Me too." Tom said. "Why don't you try it without them today? I think you
will prefer it."

Scott considered his suggestion. It would mean being naked in front of Tom
and he wondered somehow if that was Tom's real motive. "Nah, that's
dumb. He is just being helpful." Scott thought. "Why would he care what I
look like." The boxers had been uncomfortable last week when they went to
the lake and maybe he should try going without.

"Yeah, okay, I'll try it." Scott said and untied the drawstring. He was
fully soft now so it was safe to undress.

Tom sat on his bunk and started rubbing spf 50 on his arms and chest. "I
burn so easy." Tom said. "When you get changed will you put some on my back
for me?"

The thought excited Scott. The idea of rubbing the lotion on his tent
mate's muscular back thrilled him somehow. He thought about the massages he
and Mike gave each other in his bedroom with warm baby oil and his dick
twitched. "Uh-oh!" He thought, "Don't go there now."

Scott glanced at the open flap and thought about closing it, but thought
"Ahh, what the heck," and dropped his suit and boxers together in one
motion. Scott stood and unpicked the boxers from the swimsuit. As he
successfully did so, he looked up and saw Tom's eyes fixated on his
groin. The look of astonished admiration pleased Scott. Scott was used to
guys stealing glances at his junk in locker rooms. But Tom was flat out
staring. Scott's soft penis was only an inch shorter when flaccid and still
pretty thick. It dangled against the backdrop of his sagging testicles
falling just below the tip of his flesh covered hood.  Scott took his time
fiddling with the drawstring for no good reason other than allowing some
more time to show off his nice package.

Scott liked showing off to others, even to his little brother, Sammy, he
shared a bathroom with. Sammy had just started grow a bit down there and
was recently curious about checking his brother out. The two were carbon
copies of each other with the same soft brown eyes and olive skin. Each had
broad smiles with big dimples that people called "cute." Scott had matured
out of the scrawny stage and filled out nicely in the shoulders and
chest. His jaw had squared and his voice deepened in the latter stages of
puberty this year. He even shaved some hairs off his upper lip
recently. Except for his pubes and a small amount of pit hair, he was as
hairless as his little brother everywhere elsewhere. He smiled inwardly as
he watched Tom taking it all in.

"Ewww. Look!" a young voice shrieked. "Counselor Scott's nekkid." A rash of
giggles followed.

Scott turned to see a group of four campers pointing and giggling like
little girls. Quickly, he turned away and fumbled to step into his
swimsuit. He could feel the blood rushing to his head.

One of the four was Matt, a fairly mature, shy twelve year old, who had
bonded with Scott the past week. Matt sought out every chance to sit by
Scott and talk. He was sullen and quiet around the other boys but whenever
it was just him and Scott, he became a chatterbox. He shared things about
his family and school and his favorite hobby, model cars. Matt knew
everything about every car ever made, it seemed. Matt was desperate for
conversation in a safe atmosphere. At these times, his hazel eyes
illuminated from their chubby sockets. He wasn't fat but could definitely
use a little more exercise. When he found out that Scott played the
trumpet, he decided to switch from playing the baritone to the
trumpet. Though only twelve, he was into the throws of puberty and his
voice would switch pitch now and then. In the showers, Scott caught brief
glances of his nice little penis and a visible patch of pubes. His balls
were noticeably larger than the other campers in their group and a deeper
brown than the little pink bags the others sported. It intrigued Scott to
see Matt naked and was disappointed how quick he dressed after a short
shower. The other ten boys in their group were eleven and twelve year olds,
all undeveloped like his little brother. Scott was glad they were assigned
that age group. Being the same age as Sammy, he could relate to them
better.

Matt was the only camper not laughing at Scott and instead was dragging the
other three away as best he could. Still, he wasn't looking away either. He
stared at Scott's nakedness as intently as the others, if not more so.

As Scott bent over and fumbled to get the suit over his left foot, another
shriek went out, "Hey! I see his balls!" More giggles erupted.

Scott was dying inside by now and started imagining the types of torture he
would inflict on the shrieking little squirrel. Tom finally reacted and
pulled the flaps closed and headed out to shoo the boys into their
tents. When he returned, he apologized for being responsible for what
happened.

"It's not your fault. I thought about closing the flaps but then I
didn't. It's really my bad." Scott continued, "I just hope the little
squirrel doesn't go spreading it all over camp that he saw me naked. Could
I get in trouble?"

"Nah, they won't say anything, I warned them to shut-up and I think they
got the message." Tom assured me. "Besides, if anyone does ask about it,
I'll let them know it was a complete accident and my fault for opening the
flaps."

"Thanks." Scott said. "You rock for a senior C."

"Well, you're an awesome squib. It's nice how you just take care of things
you see that need done." Tom complimented. Scott smiled appreciatively.

The lake was fun as usual and Scott really did prefer not having boxers
underneath his suit. He sort of enjoyed the feeling. Nothing was said at
the lake but Scott purposely avoided the four boys that had gotten the peep
show earlier. Matt tried a couple of times to join in whatever Scott was
doing, but Scott deftly moved away and avoided the contact. He was still
worried and embarrassed about getting caught naked, even though it was
innocent enough. He just didn't want any trouble and he didn't want to lose
this job.

Once back in camp, Scott and Tom changed in front of each other again. This
time with the flaps closed and tied.

"Got a girlfriend?" Scott asked Tom.

"Nah, do you?"

"No." Scott said. "Not a real one, at least. Just once in junior high, me
and this one girl 'went out' but all that meant was we sat by each other at
lunch and made out once behind the gym."

"I had a couple girlfriends before, but I don't have one now." Tom said,
offering no more explanation.

"Did you ever umm... you know, do the nasty with them?" Scott asked
somewhat bravely as they stood there naked drying off their
midsections. Being naked together had somehow broken a barrier and Scott
felt more comfortable asking personal questions.

"You mean did I have sex with them?" Tom asked.

"Yeah. Did you?"

"No." Tom answered. "Thought about it, but they weren't that kind of girls,
you know." Then he continued as he pulled his white briefs up over his
package and reached in to adjust things into place, "Why did you ask that?"

"Oh" said Scott a little embarrassed now, "I was just wondering if you
could tell me how it felt like. I'm just sort of curious, you know."

"Well, sorry. I can't help you there, but I hear it's pretty good." Tom
said, smiling widely. "If word gets out about what you're packing down
there, you'll have girls throwing themselves at you. So, if you try it
before I do, text me and let me know how it is."

They laughed and finished dressing.

"Tom?" Scott began, "Can I ask you another personal question?"

"Sure. What."

"Umm, well, where do you jackoff at?" Scott blurted out. "I've gone all
week and can't find anywhere to do it. I went into the bathroom to do it
the first day but the stalls all have those stupid flimsy curtains on
them. Just as I was about to do it anyway, these squirrels came running in
playing hide and seek. I had to tuck my boner between my legs and yell at
them to get out when they ripped open my curtain."

Tom busted up laughing as he pulled his socks on.

"Laugh it up, funny guy." Scott said laughing along at himself now.

"I tried waiting for you to fall asleep so I could do it in my sleeping
bag, but you freaking lay there and read with a flashlight under your
covers all night until I end up falling asleep." Scott continued. "I'm
dying dude. I got blue balls bad!"

Scott sort of surprised himself that he was confessing this, but Tom had
made him feel so much more assured by sharing the nudity together and
taking care of the little squirrels who saw him naked.

"Oh, man. I'm sorry. I didn't know I was driving you crazy." Tom
said. "Well, truthfully, I don't jack off very much anymore and just
haven't worried about it. I know how horny guys your age get though. I'll
tell you what, if you want some private time in the tent, just put your
shoes outside the tent door and I will stay out. Just don't fall asleep
with them out there and leave me sleeping on the picnic table."

"Cool." Scott said. "You're awesome, dude." Then reflecting, asked, "You
seriously don't jack it? How can you go without jacking?"

"Well, the less you do it, the less you need it and I am just trying to
exert some self control into my life right now." Tom answered flatly.

Tom smiled and headed out to round up the campers for dinner. After dinner
and flag ceremony, they headed to the campfire program. Matt did double
time to overtake the group and work his way up next to Scott. They sat side
by side on the log benches to watch the show. There were the usual corny
skits and then the camp director gave a short speech on staying caught up
with their assignments and doing their best and then launched into a ghost
story. During the story, Scott felt Matt trembling slightly and looked over
at him. He had his lips sucked in between his teeth and his eyes were
watery. Instinctively, Scott put his arm around Matt's shoulder and hugged
him. Matt relaxed into Scott's embrace and stopped trembling. Feeling a bit
weird about it after a bit, Scott pulled his arm back and Matt sat back up
straight. It was dark enough and the story was good enough, nobody really
noticed the exchange. Scott wondered what was going on.

After the program ended with the camp song, the group marched back to the
campsite. It was their campsite's turn in the showers that night so Scott
and Tom told everyone to get their shower stuff together and meet at the
top of the campsite in ten minutes. As usual, two boys had to be tracked
down and made to hurry up. In the showers, Scott enjoyed the hot water
washing off the grime of two days. They only got to shower every other day
and Scott was used to taking two per day. Scott wanted to jack off badly
but just didn't dare risk it behind the flimsy curtain. Nonetheless, Scott
boned up immediately once he started soaping up his junk. He peeled the
hood back and carefully cleaned the foreskin and glans as he had been
taught to do. Looking out over the curtain, he noticed Matt sitting alone
on the bench with only his shoes and socks off. Usually, he was first one
in and first one out. Everyone else was in the showers, washing and horsing
around. Matt looked miserable. Scott quickly rinsed and put a towel around
his waist and walked out to Matt.

"What's wrong, Matt?" Scott whispered, kneeling down in front of him.

"I can't shower tonight." Matt whispered back, fighting tears.

"Why not?"

Matt didn't answer but just shrugged looking even more miserable.

"Matt, tell me why not?" Scott urged.

Matt sucked his lips between his teeth again and fought back tears. "Cuz, I
got one."

Scott didn't understand at first. "Got one." He thought. "Got what?" he
wondered. Then as Matt guiltily slid a hand over his crotch, Scott finally
understood.

"Ohhh. I see." Scott said softly.

Matt moved his other hand to his crotch and hunched.

"I mean, I don't see, but I get you." Scott clarified.

"It happened in the tent earlier and Billy told everybody about it. Don't
make me shower, please. They'll all tease me more. I just wanna go home."
Matt muttered and started trembling as he held back his tears.

 "No you don't!" Scott said firmly but softly so no one could hear. "Heck,
that's normal. Look!" Scott glanced back at Tom who was shampooing. Then he
unfolded the towel and flashed Matt a glance at his now semi-stiffie. "I
even got one tonight."

Matt stared in wonder.

"I got an idea." Scott whispered.

Covering back up and standing, Scott called over to Tom loud enough for
everyone to hear. "Hey, Tom, Matt's feeling sick and can't shower
tonight. I'm going to get dressed and help him back to his tent. You can
get the rest of these guys back yourself, right?"

"Sure. Thanks." Tom called back and peered over his curtain to see the
corner Matt was sitting in. "Go ahead."

The look of relief and appreciation on Matt's face brought tears to Scott's
eyes.

Scott dressed quickly and tossed his towel over his shoulder. "Can you walk
on your own okay?" Scott asked for effect.

"Uhh huh." Matt answered, grabbing his towel and shower stuff. He followed
Scott out of the bathroom hunched over and holding his stomach.

Once down the path a ways, Scott said, "Nice acting job back there."

Matt smiled for the first time that night and grabbed his stomach and
doubled over groaning as if in pain.

The two chuckled and Scott hugged him around the shoulder. Matt spun and
wrapped his arms around Scott and hugged him back in a tight
embrace. "Thank you, Scott." He said and tears began to flow. "I don't know
what's wrong with me." He continued between sobs. "I can't stop it
happening in the showers. I been hurrying in the showers first and getting
out quick before anyone sees it happen, but tonight it was too late and I
couldn't make it go down. I think it's because I keep thinking about seeing
you naked."

Matt looked up and Scott looked into his tear streaked face. Scott wiped
the tears away and said, "Matt, it's okay. It's really normal for guys to
get like that. I get horny a lot too. Just don't freak over it. You're a
good kid. C'mon, let's get back to camp."

With that, they separated and began running back. Soon it was a foot race
and surpisingly, Matt managed to keep it pretty close. When they arrived in
camp, Scott said, "You better get undressed and climb in your sleeping bag
so no one gets suspicious."

"Yeah, okay." Matt agreed. "Can you sit and talk with me?"

Scott sat down on the opposite bunk and asked, "all better now?"

Matt smiled and said, "I feel better but I still got my problem."

"Wow. Seriously, you're still boned?" Scott asked, amazed.

"It won't go down. Every time it starts to, I think of something and it
pops back up."

"What you think about?" Scott asked.

"YOU!" Matt said.

Scott didn't know what to say. Finally, he just said "Oh."

"Will you help me fix it?" Matt asked.

"Fix it? How?"

"You know, rub it so it squirts and then goes down." Matt said plainly,
sitting up and staring into Scott's eyes. "It always goes down after it
squirts."

Now, Scott began to tremble. Here was this tender boy not much older than
his own na‹ve little brother offering himself up. He thought about the
glances he'd gotten of Matt's pudgy little boy toy and honestly did want to
see it boned. Plus, he was so desperate in need for relief as well. All
these thoughts piled on him so forcefully, he couldn't deny it. Throwing
better sense to the wind, he found himself saying, "Okay, but we gotta do
it quick."

Matt immediately sprang from his cot and said like a little boy at
Christmas, "Really?" "You will?"

"But, wait." Scott said.

Matt braced himself for disappointment as Scott finished his sentence. "You
have to do mine too because I'm so horny I'm about to explode. I haven't
been able to rub mine the whole time I've been here."

Matt's expression lit back up and he quickly agreed to that deal with no
problem. "I hope this is a good idea." Scott muttered.

Matt quickly stripped off his sweats and undies and sat next to Scott.

"No, over here. Things could get messy," Scott said as he spread his towel
over Matt's sleeping bag. Then added, "This has to be quick before anyone
comes back."

"I know." Matt agreed. His four inch pudgy dick was throbbing. His dickhead
was smaller than the shaft part, which seemed abnormally fat in proportion
to the rest of him. The head was sort of flat looking as though it was made
of clay and someone pushed on the end, leaving it squished.

Scott stood and peeled his shorts and boxers down to his ankles and then
sat next to Matt. Scott was trembling. His dick sprang quickly to full
attention. Tentatively, Scott reached over and wrapped his pointer finger
and thumb around Matt's boner and began stroking him. Matt moaned with
pleasure.

"Do mine too." Scott urged. "We don't have time to waste."

"Okay." Matt said, sitting up and reaching over. He took a fistful of
Scott's dick in his right hand barely covering half of the monstrous
thing. His stubby little fingers and thumb couldn't even touch each other
it was so thick. "Man, it's soooo big." Matt said as he started pulling the
skin up and down in rhythm. "I never played with one like yours before," he
added. "Why is it like that?"

The question caused Scott to wonder what kind of one he had played with
before. Scott thought about asking but decided not to go there. Instead he
explained why is was different by describing circumcision.

For a few minutes they didn't speak. They worked each other's cocks and
fell into a common rhythm. Matt made little gasping sounds and suddenly
froze up. "It's starting." He said. His little ball sack sucked up tight
against his body and his flat little dickhead turned a darker red as first
one big spurt shot out followed by a smaller one and then some
oozing. After recovering from his climax, Matt resumed stroking at Scott's
insistence. Scott licked Matt's creamy white cum from his finger and
thumb. Scott scooped up some more cum from Matt's belly and pubes and
licked that off as well. Then he began gently rubbing the remaining cum on
Matt's dick around his flat little head making it twitch every time he
circled underneath the bottom part.

"Am I doing it okay?" Matt asked.

"Squeeze a little tighter and go faster." Scott suggested. "I need to cum
before they all show up. Try holding up a little higher so you pull the
skin all the way off my tip and back each time."

Matt adjusted his grip and watched in amazement as Scott's pointy, purple
head popped in and out of sight. It was reassuring to Matt that Scott's
looked more like his when the skin was pulled back.

"Ohhh. F-in good." Scott groaned. "That's better." He began tickling his
own chest and tweaking his nips. "I need to cum so bad. Ahhh. Do it
faster. Do it. Faster. Faster."

Matt was pumping like crazy. His arm was wearing out as suddenly Scott
clutched the towel they were sitting on and went rigid. "Damn straight. OH
YEAH!!" he called out as the first jet of hot cum exploded from his
dick. "Don't stop, just slow down." Scott commanded as the experience of
making Scott cum had overwhelmed Matt and he stopped stroking to
watch. Quickly, he resumed pulling on Scott's throbbing member that was now
exploding with a week's worth of cum. Spurt after spurt shot out and all
over Scott's chest and belly and pubes. One blast even hit Matt in the
cheek. Finally, when it slowed to an ooze, Scott took over the milking
himself and drained it dry.

"Wow. I needed that bad." Scott said, breathlessly.

"Me too." Matt said. "Thanks."

"Yeah, thanks to you too."

Scott and Matt stood up and Scott began wiping up the evidence with his
shower towel. Matt wiped what remained of the streak that hit his cheek and
held it in front of his face for a minute contemplating something.

"What you thinking?" Scott asked.

"I saw you tasting mine." He answered. "Is it good?"

"I like it but you might not." Scott said. "Some guys do and some don't."

Slowly, Matt stuck his tongue out and licked at it. Then he licked his
fingers clean. "Not bad." He said with a smile. "I like it." Then he looked
Scott in the eye and said. "I love you."

"Hey, I hear them coming. They are singing the camp song." Scott said
looking away uncomfortably.

"Get dressed and get in bed, quick!" Scott commanded. Scott grabbed his
shorts and boxers and pulled them up in one motion, grabbed his shower bag
and rushed over to his tent. He quickly stashed his towel in his dirty
clothes bag and sat on the bed, switched on the lantern and pulled out "The
Fellowship of the Ring" to read.

He glanced at his crotch and was relieved the swelling had gone down enough
to be safely unnoticeable. He stared at the page but the words just swam
before his unfocused eyes. He was reliving the wonderful little quickie he
had just shared with Matt. Suddenly, a wonderful idea struck him. A truly,
wonderfully, brilliant idea. He knew how to solve Matt's shower problem.

This thought was interrupted by Tom's instructions to the campers that in
ten minutes it was lights out. Then he tossed the flaps aside and stepped
into the tent. He pulled the flaps closed behind him and put his shower bag
in his duffle and hung his towel over the cot's end railing. He sniffed,
turned slowly and looked at Scott. A smile crept across his face. "I got a
feeling you took the opportunity to resolve your little problem. I hope you
did it discreetly."

"Oh. Yeah. Hehe." Scott chuckled. "Of course."

"Good, then I can read in peace tonight without feeling guilty that I'm
keeping you from relieving yourself." He said as he stripped to his
underwear and climbed into his sleeping bag. He grabbed a flashlight and
pulled a blanket over his head and began turning pages. "By the way," Tom
called out from his little cave, "How is Matt doing? He okay?"

"Yeah, he'll be fine by morning, I'm sure."

"That's good. Thanks for handling it." Tom added

Scott snickered, "No problem, glad to handle it."

"What's so funny about that?" Tom asked.

"Nothing. It was just...nothing."

"What you always reading under there, anyway?" Scott asked, changing the
subject.

"Nothing." Tom answered.

"Yes you are." Scott said undeterred. "Is it something I might like looking
at?"

"Doubt it. Good night." Tom answered in a tone that said DONE TALKING.

The next morning, Scott waited for Tom to leave the tent and peeled back
his sleeping bag. Nothing there. Carefully, he looked through Tom's duffle
in anticipation of finding what kept him up every night. He searched
everywhere and not only didn't find any porn, he didn't even find a novel
or even a textbook. The only thing in Tom's possessions with pages was an
old bible. Scott was thumbing through it when Tom walked in on him.

"What you doing in my stuff?" Tom barked.

Scott jumped and the bible fell to the floor. "S-S-Sorry." He stammered. "I
was just wondering what you read all night. That's all."

"Well, now you know. So stay the hell out of my stuff, or you'll regret
it. Understand?"

"Yeah, sorry. Don't freak out. Jeez, I won't do it again."

"But...why do you read the bible?" Scott couldn't help prying.

"Because I want to." Tom answered and gave no other explanation.

"But, why?" Scott persisted.

Tom studied him, still simmering but calming down. "Sit down." Tom
ordered. Scott obeyed and Tom sat across from him staring at him, obviously
in contemplation.

"If I tell you something, can you keep it private?" Tom said, staring
harder at him.

"Sure. Pinkie swear." Scott said, holding up a pinkie. After leaving it
hanging there until it became awkward, Scott lowered it back
down. "Seriously, I can. I promise. What is it?"

"Remember you asked me if I had a done the nasty with a girlfriend before?"

"Yeah." Scott replied.

"Well, that was true what I said. But what I didn't tell you is that I did
do it with a boyfriend before." Tom said, judging Scott's reaction to
determine if he should continue.

Scott apparently passed the test because Tom continued, "I fell in love
with my best friend on the high school basketball team. He was a point
guard and I was the center. It started out just as a friendship but soon it
turned into a real love. We started out just messing around a little, you
know, kind of comparing dicks and then jacking together. After a while, we
both confessed our feelings for each other and we got really close. Then,
on a road trip for a basketball tournament our senior year, we ended up
sharing a room by ourselves. Normally, there were three to a room but the
one guy who was supposed to be with us ended up staying with his parents at
their hotel." He paused and looked away at the tent wall and composed
himself.

"And?" Scott prompted after a pause, fearing they wouldn't have time to
finish the story before they had to take their group to breakfast.

"And...we were watching TV on the bed and started hugging, then kissing,
then undressing each other and lying naked, groping each other. I was crazy
horny and he was for me too. Like no one else even existed on earth. We
started kissing wildly and humping against each other. I poured the baby
oil I'd brought for jacking all us and then." Tom paused again. "Then, I
slid up and took his dick in my hand and guided it up into my ass. I slid
down on it carefully. It was uncomfortable but I desperately wanted to feel
him up inside me. I wanted to go all the way with him. It was all I cared
about in that moment. Slowly, I forced it until I slid all the way down so
he was all the way inside me. It was a strange experience, Scott. I can't
even describe how it felt. How bonded it made me with him." Tom paused
longer.

"So that's it?" Scott asked cautiously. "What's that got to do with reading
the bible?"

"I'm not finished. Shut up and listen." Tom said. "Then I started riding
him. Slowly at first, then faster. He crying out in ecstasy and shot his
cum deep inside me. When he was done and completely exhausted, I pulled off
and slipped between his legs. He spread them for me and I poured more oil
on my dick. I pressed it up to his pucker. He resisted a little at first
but soon he relaxed enough to let me in. Once I entered him, I was able to
quickly bury it all the way since I wasn't as big as he is. His is big like
yours. I went sort of out of my head. Being inside someone I loved and the
powerful sensations of his ass clutching at my dick on all sides drove me
wild. I started pounding him in a furious fit of passion. The bed was
thumping against the wall. In our wild passion, we hadn't been careful
about the noise we were making. Hell, we never even thought about it. We
didn't consider the teammates next door and the thin walls of a cheap hotel
room. Just as I climaxed and blasted my cum into his guts with a loud groan
of my own, the door busted open and in burst coach with the hotel guard and
three teammates from next door behind them. I guess they knocked and called
to us but we were so into the sex, we didn't even hear it. You can imagine
the rest. It got ugly fast. We were kicked off the team. Our parents were
called. To make matters worse, my dad's a minister and when he and mom came
to pick me up, he couldn't even look at me. It got out and was gossiped
about at church. My mom cried all the time and dad preached at me."

"That sucks." Was all Scott could think to say.

"I couldn't go back to school and I had to go to church but it was
awful. Everyone stared at me. Of course, I was banned from ever seeing Jeff
any more, and my phone was taken away so we couldn't even text. Finally,
when I got chances to sneak and call him..." Tom looked away and trembled
as tears began to flow. "He wouldn't even talk to me. He just hung up every
time." Tom started crying.

"So, my dad arranged for me to go to another school and then to this camp
and then to a religious college in Arizona this fall. I can at least play
ball again there." Tom continued. "I'm trying to read the bible and control
my sex urges to please my dad but also to find out for myself who I am and
what I believe in."

Scott moved over and put his arm around Tom as he wiped at his tears. They
sat in silence until one of the campers called in to them if they were
going to breakfast or not.

"Stay here. I'll take the guys to the mess hall myself today." Scott
said. Then consoled him with, "Dude, I'm sorry."

"Thanks for listening. I'm alright now." Tom said. "I needed to tell
someone. I felt like you might understand."

"I do." Scott said. "I totally do. It sucks big time."

Scott and Tom were closer than ever now. Scott was proud of his ability to
help out Matt and especially Tom with their problems and was thankful he
didn't have to deal with anything like that. "Maybe I'll be one of them
psychology guys when I'm older." He thought.

When it came time for their group to shower again, Scott excused himself
from dinner before dessert and asked Tom to get the boys back on his
own. Tom agreed. Matt also just wandered off unnoticed. Scott placed a pair
of shoes outside the tent when Matt showed up. Matt came in and Scott tied
the flaps shut. Matt was beaming as he jumped on Scott's bunk and lay
down. Matt lifted his hips off the cot and Scott peeled Matt's shorts and
undies off together, leaving them at the ankles, just in case they needed a
quick escape. Matt was quivering with excitement. Scott lifted Matt's shirt
up under his armpits out of the splash zone. "Ready?" Scott asked.

"Duh!" Matt said, rolling his eyes.

"Listen," Scott said. "I got an idea to speed things up so we don't get
caught in here."

"What?" Matt asked, uncertain he wanted this to be sped up.

"Would you be freaked out if I sucked on it for you?" Scott asked.

"Eww. Isn't that kinda gross?" Matt exclaimed bug-eyed.

"Not really. And, it feels really good and it definitely speeds things up."

Matt just shrugged and nodded.

Scott bent down and slurped the little sausage into his mouth. Matt's downy
pubes tickled Scott's nose each time he pressed into them. Scott began
rubbing his little camper's tummy and chest as he sucked him off. He had to
stop a couple times and remind Matt to stay quiet. Tom's story had made an
impression and he didn't want a passerby to get curious.

Scott resumed sucking and focused on stimulating the underside of Matt's
squishy little end cap with his tongue the way Mike liked it done back
home. Scott stopped and licked Matt's balls which made him squirm. Then at
Matt's urging, returned to sucking. In no time, Matt started quivering and
with a gasp, trembled all over as the first little spurt of warm cum filled
Scott's mouth. Two or three shudders later, Scott had sucked him dry and
swallowed the evidence. He wiped Matt dry as he lay there panting and
fondled the young boy's balls a while before pulling his shorts back
up. Even though sucking had gone quickly, they heard noises outside the
tent and knew they had taken too long. Quickly, Scott got up and untied the
backside flaps of the tent. He peeked out and no one was back there. "Go
quick into the trees and come back into camp from the road. Then act like
nothing happened. If anyone asks where you were, just say you needed to pee
and everyone had left so you came back alone." Scott instructed. Matt
smiled, reached up and shocked Scott with a huge hug around the neck and
left.

Tom was a bit annoyed at seeing the shoes outside the tent, but respected
it and did not try to come in. Instead, he began giving orders for the
campers to get the campsite cleaned up. Scott didn't try to take time to
jack himself and just came out smiling like he'd done the deed. He watched
with amusement as Matt came skipping into camp unnoticed.

All went well at the showers that evening. Matt got in with the rest of
them and horsed around playfully without any incident. Scott smiled happily
as he quickly pulled one off with his back to the curtain. He watched with
satisfaction as his blasts of cum hit the tile and slipped down the
wall. He had been as discreet as possible and except for nearly buckling at
the knees when the spasms took hold of him, he thought he managed to act
quite normal. As soon as he was back to half mast, Scott turned off the
shower and got dressed. No one had paid him any attention whatsoever.

The rest of the week went well and on the last evening, it was time for
their final shower before that group of campers would head for home the
following morning. Scott would be sad to see Matt go but was glad he had
been able to help him. He gave Matt his phone number in case Matt's parents
might let him take private trumpet lessons from him. He advised him to slip
into the bathroom before gym class when he started junior high and jack
himself off if he needed to in order to avoid any accidents in the
showers. Scott knew that once he got older, he would see guys with boners
in the showers or lockers a lot and no one really cared all that much.

Still, he knew how traumatized Matt was about it now so they arranged once
again to slip away early and meet in Scott's tent. Scott put his shoes out
again and tied the flaps. When he turned around, Matt was already on the
cot completely naked and boned up, smiling broadly.

"Scott, can I rub yours again?" Matt asked pleadingly.

"Sure. Why not?" Scott said. Scott pushed Tom's cot over next to his and
climbed on it facing the opposite way of Matt. Scott pulled his shorts and
boxers down but left them around his ankles. Scott slid over and explained
for Matt to lay his head on his thigh and suck on his dick at the same time
Scott sucked on Matt's.

Matt pulled a sour face.

"What?" Scott asked.

"Do I have to suck on it?" Matt asked sourly.

"No, you don't have to. I thought you might want to. You can just rub it if
you want." Scott said.

Matt brightened. "Good."

"Every now and then, Matt would stop rubbing Scott when the feelings got
intense. Scott would remind Matt to keep going. The only problem was that
by concentrating on rubbing Scott, Matt still hadn't cum when the first
group of boys returned to camp. One of the returning campers spied Scott's
shoes outside the tent and decided to play a prank on him. He sneaked over
and snatched the shoes and hid them in the firewood pile. Scott and Matt
didn't really hear the first boys arrive and go to their tents. Soon, Tom
came into camp and not seeing any shoes, grabbed the tent flaps to open
them. When they didn't give way, he noticed they were tied. He assumed
Scott left them tied up and exited out through the back side of the tent
and began to untie them. That was difficult but possible to do from outside
the tent. Of course, this startled the two inside and Matt and Scott began
scrambling to find and get their clothes on. Before they were fully
successful, Tom opened the tent and stepped in, shocked at what he
saw. Matt was still naked from the waist down sporting a boner and Scott
had his shorts up but no shirt on. Tom's bed restricted him from entering
easily and he sidestepped to get in. "What the hell?" he said.

"It's not what it looks like." Scott said.

"Really?" Tom said. "That's a relief. Just what the hell is it then? The
last thing I need is to have a naked camper and my squib caught having sex
in my tent. My dad will completely disown me if something like this goes on
here."

Scott began desperately searching for a believable lie. Nothing came.

"Well?" Tom demanded.

Scott began blurting out the whole story starting from the first night they
had returned to camp early from the shower. He explained Matt's problem and
how he was helping him with it. Matt looked scared to death. Scott barely
stopped to take a breath to keep from being interrupted. Matt nodded
agreement along the way whenever Tom would shoot him a glance. Tom listened
and his expression eased somewhat. In the end, he bought it that Scott was
just trying to help Matt from being embarrassed by a boner in the
showers. Matt, by now, had gone soft and had both lips sucked in between
his teeth fighting back tears. Scott helped Tom slide the bed back into
place and they found Matt's undies and shorts on the floor.

"So did you finish him?" Tom asked.

"No." Scott said, "you came in before he cummed."

"You want to finish it, Matt?" Tom asked. Matt had not spoken yet only
nodded which he did again in the affirmative. Tom pulled out his shower bag
and retrieved a bottle of baby oil. "Do it quick. And don't either of you
DARE tell anyone you did this." He said tossing the oil to Scott. "I'll
stand guard. Hurry up." He slipped through the tent flaps and sat in a
folding chair just outside the tent with a furrowed brow.

"Well, you heard Tom, get your little boner back out here." Scott said
smiling. Matt quickly stripped off his shorts and undies and Scott did the
same. "I might as well enjoy this too," he said pouring a liberal amount of
baby oil on his dick and then onto Matt's. Scott told Matt to stand up and
Scott lay down in his place. "Now," Scott said, "Climb on."

Matt lay on top of Scott and pressed his chubby little member against
Scott's giant one. "Rub." Scott said and together they began squirming and
writhing on the cot. Scott was fondling Matt's plump little butt cheeks as
they ground pelvises. Matt soon gasped for air and pressed hard into
Scott's slippery belly and they felt the warm ooze spread between their
tummies. As Matt finished, Scott erupted, spreading cum between them. Matt
liked the powerful spasms of Scott's giant cock pushing its way into his
belly. When he finally finished, he pulled Matt off him and wiped him clean
with his towel. He cleaned himself up a bit and they dressed quickly. Scott
told Matt to stay in the tent until the rest of the group headed up the
trail. No one noticed Matt was absent since he usually hung back by the
counselors anyway.

That night after lights out, Tom didn't read. "Scott." He said softly.

"Yeah, Tom?"

"You know how I told you I was trying to figure things out for myself?"

"Yeah."

"I think I have." Tom said.

 "That's good." Scott said in a drowsy voice.

"Yeah. It is. It's good." Tom fumbled in his duffle for a bit.

Scott fell asleep to the rhythmic squeek, squeek, squeek coming from Tom's
cot.