Date: Sat, 19 May 2012 13:54:05 -0500
From: Scott Fricker <ftl_s1214@hotmail.com>
Subject: Memories of Webelos

Circa 1972. I was a webelo in boy scouts at the time, sharing a tent with
my best friend. This scene takes place after both of us have entered our
tent from showering in the communal showers at the state park where our
troop went for a weekend campout. This is not so much a story as a sensory
recollection of what took place. A memoir of my first orgasm, and his
first, as well.

That fresh from the shower smell from two boys on the cusp of puberty fills
the air inside our tent. A combination of his Ivory and my Irish Spring
soap.  Soft and clean white briefs the only garment covering our
bodies. They fit snugly; both of us are outgrowing size 10s and will enter
seventh grade wearing size 12s. My friend is laying on his cotton sleeping
bag, propped up on his elbows, his legs flat against the sleeping bag and
slightly spread. There's a dimpled nub protruding the combed cotton formed
by his soft penis held upward from where it would normally recline atop his
plum sized scrotum. I eye that subtle boy bump while I lay on my tummy,
feeling my twelve year old penis becoming aroused. We begin to talk about
sexual things. I feel my penis quickly stretching and growing hard inside
the cotton of my briefs.

As we talk, I watch as the pout from my friend's soft penis transforms into
a lengthening ridge that presses the clean white fabric of his briefs into
an arched shape hovering away from the converging descent of his loins. The
rounded tip of his penis presses up firmly against the restraining cotton,
showing clearly that he is, like myself, suddenly and incredibly erect.

We exchange shy and tentative agreements between us. The timeless exchange
of "I will, if you will..." accompanied by promises to not tell anyone.

We both pull down our underpants, tossing them aside into the corner of the
tent. Fumbling, horny caresses of skin never touched by another's hand
until now follows. Our horniness rises and combines as less and less
inhibition is replaced by more anxious and frantic groping.

We take turns being on top as we grind and rub our excited boyhoods against
the other's supine body, humping against powdery smooth, hairless boy skin
with unpracticed and inexperienced awkwardness. We start to press and rub
back and forth in rhythmic undulations that rise and fall in tempo. Our
faces are close enough to kiss, but the thought to do so never enters our
minds as we focus on our combined penile pleasure. Warm, itching tingles
pulsate up and down our slender, very rigid penises. Musculature tethered
at the root of our shafts and spreading up towards our flat, finely dimpled
boy tummies growing more tense, becoming acutely aware of those muscles for
the first time in our young boy lives.

One boy and then the other feeling the strange, spasming contractions
emmanating from his perineum and tightening scrotum, causing the boy to
thrust his groin in an accellerating rate of speed. The gradual building of
muscular tension flowing over the boy's kinetic buttocks, hips, and groin
suddenly gathers strength and focuses down into the base of the boy's
rapidly pistoning pelvis. A surpised sounding yelp of passion as the boy
feels all of that tension suddenly breaking free and feels it entering the
shaft of his tender penis. The boy on bottom feeling the other boy's body
trembling and jerking wildly and feels the quakish trembles pulsing up and
down the kid-cock pressed firmly against his now moist, hairless pubic
skin. Harsh grunts resembling vulnerable sounding fear catch in the throat
of the boy on top as he closes his eyes tightly and experiences the
orgasmic sensation of his penis exploding in hot tingling pulses of sheer
unbridled physical pleasure. The cum grunts of a boy's first orgasm are
sublime.

The beautiful and erotic ritual is repeated in turn by the boy on bottom as
he exchanges places with his friend. His friend on the bottom looking up
into his buddy's face to watch the kid's face grimace as he reaches his
sexual climax, observing the look of helplessness entering his face as the
kid's spastic humping reaches an anxiously frantic crescendo. The boy on
bottom feeling the kid-cock pulsing in feverishly warm and hard pulses and
hearing the kid's virginal cum cry and helpless grunts.

For the record, it was my friend who was on top first and the first to
cum. And, at that very early stage of puberty both of our orgasms were
without ejaculation. I'll never forget the look on his face when he
climaxed. The look of extreme concentration as he focused on the unfamiliar
sensation of pleasure building, not knowing where it would end, but by pure
instinct, required to push it forward to its ultimate conclusion. And, then
the utter helplessness in his face when he felt the sudden release of
tension entering the rubbery firm, velvetty skinned, feverishly warm
throbbing three and a half inch long erection I felt shuddering against my
skin. Then, taking my turn, and looking down into his face, seeing that
pleading look written there, wanting to see me experience what he'd just
experienced and hearing his excited "yeah...yeah...you're getting it..."
encouragement as I made my whimpering somewhat fearful cry and my
gut-clenching grunts.