Sexplorer Campout. Part I
I said to my Bud Jamie, “Just think Dickhead (I call him that all the time). If we had been the same age in the same Boy Scout Explorer post, your manly ass probably would’ve been owning my scrawny ass on every campout. So I wouldn’t have missed any campouts.” Thinking back further, Jamie and I were 19 and 18 years old respectively, Post Foreman and his Assistant, and we had already done everything two young lads could do to each other. Considering how young we were back then, we were pretty much in love with each other. But hellyeah, there was a shitload of lust there too. For weeks, we had been planning this sexcapade. Just talking about it gave us both instant boners.
In short, here’s how it went. Jamie and I hiked beyond sight and sound distance of our Explorer Post’s campsite at Camp Strake, to a good spot in the East Texas Piney Woods. While I was looking up at the full moon fantasizing what was about to go down, Jamie had dropped his day-pack and stripped off his tight gray sweat-soaked T-shirt, exposing his naturally beautiful athletic masculine body … ripped abs and chiseled square pecs. I stared in awe as usual. He came up to me and wrapped his powerful arms around me and we kissed sensually without hesitation.
And then, … before I knew it, he had manhandled me around and there I was butt naked, lashed to a tree in the moonlight, neckerchief knotted in the middle and stuck in my mouth, tied behind my head. Jamie unceremoniously yanked my Scout shorts down over those horrendous Scout socks, and yanked my own T-shirt over my head. I squirmed and moaned the whole time, without much conviction. It really turned him on like a tiger. So obviously I kept it up.
Using his MagLite, my white scrawny skinny ass sticking out expectantly, my best friend Jamie rubbed it up and down my butt crack making me moan and whimper. “Please Jamie, don’t poke me with the MagLite this time.” All the while, my big young man-cock … rather large in comparison to my scrawny frame, were uncomfortably jammed against poison ivy or God knows what, yet hard amd rigid as an oak tree.
Jamie had moved up tight against me by now, his bristly black body hair rubbing against my own smooth skin, causing me to shiver once; and I felt the incredibly expectant and kinda-scared and pleasurable sensation as his John Deere implement entered and began to plow my furrow, slowly breaking down its resistance, preparing the fertile field for some hardcore planting and seeding. I could feel his body, damp with sweat, feel the unimagineable heat radiating from his skin and smell his erotic athletic man-scent … with overtones of Coleman Fuel and Deep Woods Off.
My Papi let me chew Red Man, so we each had a chew. Jamie spit a huge wad of saliva into his right hand and proceeded to work my stiff shaft, squeezing forcefully to reduce the sensitivity of my dick. With his other hand, he worked his weapon of ass destruction, intermittently applying more saliva into my crack, and then one well-lubricated finger and then two fingers and finally, the swollen throbbing head of his dick.
With Jamie’s right arm around my waist, he slowly, almost tenderly worked the entire length into my eager manhole. If it burned a little too much, he stopped for a bit and we both just enjoyed the sensation of being one. Then when he felt me relax and start pushing back onto his love-muscle again, we both knew that it was time to get down to business.
Being tied to a tree had seemed like a good idea earlier, but it wasn’t. So my Best Bud untied me, spread a flannel sleeping bag liner on the pine needles, stepped out of his Scout shorts (he was always free-balling), and yanked mine over my hiking boots and off too. Being my best friend, I wanted to be just like him; so I was also going commando. Plus it made for way easier and quicker access. Fuck it. We were men in the forest.
Just as we assumed proper sexploration positions on the ground, we heard the approaching, but still distant scrunching of boots on dry leaves, and Colonel “Ball-Buster” Ballinger yelling, “God damn it! You delinquents have ten minutes to get your asses back to camp.”
Jamie said, Oh SHIT,” and rammed his tool into my manhole. We began humping like two rabbits. In about three minutes, after the most awesome young-dude-lovin’ imaginable, Jamie pumped a geyser of manseed into my hot tight cock-sheath, while I simultaneously ejected five shots of jizz … into my own mouth and eyes and all over my chest and stomach.
Jamie stayed there inside me for a minute, staring into my blue eyes with love and friendship, whispering krazee sexee bullshit to me. And then grudgingly, he slowly and seductively withdrew his thick, veiny, rock-hard 7 ½ inch handsome love muscle from my booty hole and wiped it off with his neckerchief. In the few minutes we had left, he slowly licked up every drop of BRO-cream on my body and face, and kissed me so tenderly my head began to spin. Together, we savored the tasty goodness.
The Colonel was yelling again, so we pulled our shorts on, and left the blanket and neckerchiefs and our T-shirts behind a tree. We sprinted in the moonlight, though the woods and back to camp, and nearly out of breath, but still in the pitch darkness, Jamie stopped and kissed me more passionately than ever before. It made my head spin. I was so in love that guy even way back then. Then he raced ahead, middle finger extended over his head, laughing and whooping and hollering, diverting attention until I could sneak in behind him.
With me in tow, Jamie walked nonchalantly up to the Leaders’ Fly. Colonel Ballinger, our crusty ol’ Explorers Leader, gruffly asked, “Where in the hell have you two delinquents been for the past half hour? Y'all prolly been jerkin’ each other’s gherkins out there in the woods.” Jamie just glanced at me with a mischievous grin and replied, “Sir. We been collecting and sharing our hardwood timber seed collections with each other. SIR. Yes SIR.” The Colonel looked perplexed and shook his head.
That night, we crawled into our tent, zipped and secured all the doors and window flaps, opened the skylight and stripped naked. Like two big spoons on our sleeping bags, we fell asleep … two bear cubs in hibernation … but with raging boners … as usual.
In the morning, the Colonel made us perform kitchen duty. We didn’t give a shit. We had fun playing grab-ass and grab-crotch and kissing and making out when nobody was looking. We spent the day teaching Woodland Skills to a bunch of unruly youngsters. Jamie and I were awesome Redneck Country Boys and we knew our Scouting and survival shit … whether we were fudge-packers or not didn’t make any difference.
But that night, cooler than before, with millions of stars twinkling overhead, we had once again talked about and perfected our plans all damn frustrating day long and this time, we made love to each other long and hard, until we could barely walk back to camp. Hellyeah, Jamie loved my dagger in his sheath as much as I loved being his Farmboy Fuck Toy.
And here it is 20 years later, my Boy Sprout Sexplorer Stud Jamie and I have been together the whole damn time. We’re planning to get married too … and move to coastal N. Carolina this year. Life is wonderful, ain’t it?
The End
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