Date: Tue, 7 Mar 2006 20:27:33 EST
From: Jonah
Subject: Sole Rights

This is a work of fiction and no character is based on any real person
living or dead.
It does contain explicit scenes with minors.  If this offends you, or it
is illegal for you to read it, please don't.  Otherwise - enjoy.


Scout camps suck.  Our leaders never let us do half the things we would
like to do when we are away from our parents.  My old boy took me for a
weekend at Alton Towers last year.  That was great.  So what makes him
think I want to spend a weekend in a field with a load of sweaty kids.  I
was 12 last birthday and I'm the youngest in Owl Patrol ( though two of
the boys in Kestrel patrol are younger than me)  The only thing that
might make it better is Alan Foulds.  Alan is our APL and is only six
months older than me.  Alan is cool.  He is only five foot six in his
socks (same as me).  He has black hair and brown eyes and his skin is a
lovely creamy colour.  He could almost pass for a chinese.  He's very
good looking and never makes fun of boys like me who aren't into football
and things like that.  Owl Patrol will have two tents, and I'm going to
try to be in Alan's tent.

Scout camps are great.  I thought Skip was going to make me go in Jim
Benyon's tent.  Jim is our PL : he's fourteen and a right pain.  I would
have ended up in his tent too, but Alan asked Skip if I could be in his
tent and Skip said OK..  I was surprised Alan asked for me because I
didn't think he noticed me all that much at Scouts.  We set up Friday
night and five of us were crammed into a draughty "Icelandic" tent.  We
soon got the hang of packing our sleeping bags close together to keep
warm.  Some of the boys were doing things to each other quite openly -
things I'd heard about in the playground at school, but didn't believe
boys really did to each other.  Alan lay quietly next to me.  He looked
even cooler when he was asleep, and he was laying really close so as to
keep me warm. Yes, all right, I know I had a thing for him.  I admit I
had been watching him while he was asleep.  I wanted to watch all the
boys undress - especially when they took their socks off - that turned me
on you see.  I had watched Alan take his socks off, and I wasn't
disapointed.  Alan had a slight dark fuzz appearing on his legs.  His
feet were a perfect shape with his toes curved gently down, his heels
smooth and round, his arches high, and his soles looking incredibly soft.
I closed my eyes and remembered how he had looked just before he climbed
into his sleeping bag.  He whispered, "Brian - you asleep?".
I opened my eyes to find his brown eyes looking into mine.  "No", I
whispered back.  "You cold?", was his next question.  I nodded.  Quickly
he pulled his zip half way down and half unzipped my sleeping bag.  He
otched closer and put his arm round me.  I snuggled close to him and we
cuddled.  I could feel his thing - quite hard - poking into my thigh. He
was rubbing it up and down my leg.  On an impulse I reached inside his
sleeping bag and, putting my hand behind his thigh,  pulled up his leg
so's it was resting across both of mine.  He pressed his thing even
harder against me so I reached down and grabbed his foot.  Gently I felt
all over the lovely foot I had seen for the first time earlier.  I
fondled his heel and the ball of his foot and played with his toes. "Do
you like feet?", he whispered.  I was too embarassed to answer so I just
nodded.  Suddenly he was out of his sleeping bag and heading for the
bottom of mine.  He lay on top of my bag and pulled his own over him like
a duvet.  His lovely feet stuck out the bottom and were inches from my
face.  I felt him pull my zip the rest of the way down and grab my
ankles.  I could feel his lovely warm skin against the soles of my own
bare feet.  Suddenly I felt something warm and wet exploring my soles.
I didn't need telling twice.  I began licking his left heel and working
my tongue around it.  I explored his arch and sucked on the ball of his
foot.  After I had licked right up under his toes I popped his little toe
into my mouth and sucked on it for a while.  It tasted ever so
deliciously salty ( there was just the faintest smell to his feet too)
and I rolled it around in my mouth probing with my tongue.  I sucked on
each toe in turn until I filled my mouth with his juicy big toe.  By this
time he had left off licking my feet and was desperately tossing himself
off.  Obviously my sucking was doing something for him.  I moved on to
his other foot and repeated all that I had been doing.  I could tell that
Alan was enjoying it.  Later Alan sucked my toes before coming back to
lie next to me and cuddle me.  "You can have my feet any time", he
whispered.  I just smiled and cuddled closer.  Saturday night was just
the same (except that we tossed each other off at one stage), so all in
all it was a fun camp.  Best of all, my mum says I can sleep over at
Alan's next Saturday night.  Bet you can guess what we'll be doing.