|My Population Paste, My Cock, and Me: A True Story
||[Sep. 21st, 2005|03:02 pm]
|||||"Little Wings" - Stevie Ray-Vahn||]|
Hey, fuck buds and gals!
You know, as chief moderator of this community, it should be my duty to post something first. Therefore, I've thought long about what story of mine that I'd want to tell first. I'm still thinking...
Okay, why don't I tell you all about the time I went to Summer Camp, back when I was with the Boy Scouts of America. I certify, that this story is entirely true and as accurate as can be.
This is my story of one of the first times I was ever masturbated by someone else.
It was the summer of 2003, and me and my troop were at summer camp; the name of which, I’ll keep confidential. Now, I know that just about every boy in this nation has been in scouting at one point or another. And because of that, almost all of us learned about masturbation and other types of adolescent sexual games while serving tenure. I know I had my Baptism of Sexuality at one point or another while serving as a scout. I masturbated other boys, and they masturbated me.
I was an Assistant Scout Master at this time, and I knew a buddy of mine who was also an A.S.M. in the Troop, let's call him Matthew, who got to talking to me one day about the camp, and since we'd known each other as friends for a long time (and even done some "things" together), I felt comfortable about telling him something that happened between me and another scout, quite a few years back at this same camp.
Now, this was before 2003, of course...in fact, it was back in 1998. I was 15 at the time, and the kid in question, let's call this one David, was about 14. David was a redhead, through and through. He didn’t have freckles, but he did have bright blue eyes, and the whitest skin in the world, which was so soft, it was like a feather. His body was beautifully toned for his age, with not a bit of fat anywhere. I remember distinctly, that his penis was uncircumcised (about 5 inches), because he asked me if I would like to see it one day, while we were playing cards in the military tent that we shared. We had been having a conversation; the subject of which escapes me (but it was undoubtibly about something sexual), and I guess we both got a little horny. Well, I said sure, as we were already in our tent and not likely to be caught. He stood up, pulled down his pants and underwear, and showed me his 5 ½ inch uncut penis. He then proceeded in showing me how to fold his foreskin over the head of his penis, exposing his urethra and head. I told him that that was cool, then I thought that I could take it a bit further. I asked him if he had ever masturbated. He said he had only done it a couple of times before. I looked outside the tent to see if there was anyone else in the camp site, but all the rest of them were at their merit badge classes. Him and I were the only ones left because we had the same class together (Pioneering), and it didn’t start for another hour. I asked him if he would like to see me masturbate, and he said sure. I quickly took off my shoes, socks, and shorts, then sat on my sleeping bag in just my underwear and shirt.
I smiled mischievously at him, then slid my underwear off. I had a, what I guessed then to be, five inch (yes, it hasn't grown much since *sigh*) circumcised penis, which quickly began to harden. I looked at him, and his mouth was slightly open, with him staring at my penis in surprise. He told me that it looked funny, and that he had never seen one like that. I told him that it was circumcised, and he said “so that’s what they look like!” Then he reached out and gently took a hold of it, studying it closely and squeezing it gently. I was taken aback, and asked him what he was doing, while pulling away slightly. He apologized, and said that he thought he could touch it. I told him that it was okay with me, but that he had to ask first; he couldn’t just reach out and grab someone’s penis.
He said, “sorry,” and asked me if he could touch it again. I said sure, just be careful. He was very careful as he reached out and took my penis gently into his hand. He held it, feeling my smooth foreskin and shaft. He squeezed it a couple of times and milked a few drops of precum over his fingers.
He then played with the head a little, and said, “hey! You’ve got freckles on your dick! That’s cool!”
I looked down and he showed me a few spots scattered across the head. I said, “I thought only you redheads were suppose to get freckles, but even you don’t have any.”
He said, “I only get them when it’s really cold outside or when it’s really bright and sunny.” He continued exploring my dick after that, and I became fully erect. He asked me if I was fully hard, and I told him I was.
By now, I was freely oozing pre-cum out of my dick, and he stopped holding me and asked, “hey, do you need to pee or something? Is that what that is? It’s not yellow.”
I said “no,” and explained briefly what pre-cum was. He nodded, and studied some of it on the tip of his finger. As he rolled it between his fingers, I felt my nipples begin to harden. I reached up and pulled off my shirt and looked at them. My left one was erect and diamond hard, and the right one was getting there. My left nipple got so hard that it began to hurt. He looked at me and asked why I took my shirt off. I told him that my nipples hurt because they were getting so hard. He told me that whenever he got out of the shower, and his nipples were hard, he would gently rub them to make them soft again.
I said, “yeah, kind of like jacking off.” He laughed, and continued to study my penis. I leaned back on my hands and spread my legs apart as he sat between them, Indian fashion. That way, he could cup my testicles and roll them around inside their smooth sack. He did this, causing spasms of pleasure to radiate up my spine and down through my chest and legs. He would also tickle my crotch lightly, which caused me to giggle a little bit. While tickling my crotch, I suddenly felt a surge that felt like it was radiating up through my asshole and into my prostate. I told him to push and rub that same area again. He did, and my penis gave a throb in his hand. He continued to massage my G spot, milking my prostate and causing my boner to writhe with each rub. Each time he rubbed it, I would ooze little bits of milky white fluid out of my urethra.
Suddenly, he looked up from what he was doing and looked into my eyes, smiling slightly. He leaned forward, and I knew what a good thing was, and wasn‘t about to pass this one up. I closed my eyes as his lips connected with mine and his tongue probed through my lips and into my mouth. Our tongues fought gently with each other, and he reached up and gently cupped the side of my face, caressing it softly. We finished after a good minute or so, all the while he was holding my hardness and stroking me gently. We pulled back, and we both looked at each other in surprise. I don’t think he expected it, and neither did I. I smiled and blushed a little, avoiding his gaze. He rubbed my bare shoulder, cupped my chin and looked into my eyes, telling me that he enjoyed that and that I should not be embarrassed.
We were both quiet for a moment, lost in thought. My penis had shrunken a bit and was still cupped lightly in his hand, forgotten about for the moment. He then asked if he could masturbate me. I told him that I thought I was doing it myself, and he said that he wouldn’t mind doing it for me. I thought about it for a moment, in which time he reached down and played with my right nipple. I didn’t scold him this time, but damn, he was frisky! My nipple began to harden again as he gently pulled on it. I decided then, that if I was going to get this horny, why not share it with someone else. I told him that yes, he could masturbate me, but that I had to masturbate him as well He smiled and pushed me gently onto my back. He then stood up and removed the rest of his clothing. He laid back down on his side next to me, while I stayed on my back. He reached over and took my penis in his hand and began to jerk it up and down. He was doing it kind of roughly, so I told him to slow down and lighten his grip, which he did. I reached up and pushed him gently on the shoulder, signaling him to lay back with his head pointing towards my feet, and me likewise.
With my right hand, I gently grasped his penis and began to jerk it. He told me to go a bit faster, which I did. Then he stopped me and took his foreskin with two fingers, motioning me to watch. I did, and he showed me how to fold back his foreskin and expose the head, so that when the cum came out, the skin didn’t block or plug up his urethra. He then placed his hand back on my penis and continued stroking. I now took his rolled-up foreskin and slid it back and forth over his shaft using my fisted hand. His penis began to leak pre-cum with every upward stroke, and I used it to lubricate his shaft. He began to moan a bit, and his breath became labored. I took my other hand and gently rubbed his nipple, which hardened strait away. It was fun to run my finger over his smooth chest and soft skin, only to hit the little bump that was his nipple. I imagined my finger as a car going through a flat parking lot and hitting a speed bump.
Meanwhile, as I played with his nipple, both him and me were becoming very aroused. I was now freely oozing pre-cum all over the place, and so was he. We both began to gently squirm and writhe on our sleeping bags, and both of us were becoming flushed. He began to moan louder, and I had to take my hand away from his nipple to cover his mouth so that he wouldn’t attract attention. He opened his mouth and gently nibbled on my finger to keep from crying out. I found this very erotic and felt that familiar swelling in my balls. I felt his balls give a little hitch, and at the same time I felt my sperm bubbling up into my shaft. I moaned loudly, and it was his turn to place his hand over my mouth. I opened my mouth and let out a whimper, while gently sucking and nibbling on his fingers. I felt his stomach start to twitch, and he began to gasp rhythmically. I felt his dick start to twitch and he gave a little jolt; lifting his ass off of the sleeping bag.
I moved his hand away from my mouth and gasped, “let’s try and cum together.” He only whimpered in response and frantically picked up his pace on my dick. Suddenly, I felt a flush come over me, beginning at my dick and resonating outward across my entire body.
My nipples hardened the firmest yet, and I let out a gasp and a whimpered warning, “I’m cumming…oh, God…cumming…I…I…” I wasn’t able to finish the rest. His hand furiously pumping my dick caused me to pass the point of no return. My hand lost it’s grip on his dick, and I made a feeble attempt to grab it again. I partially succeeded, and we both exploded.
It was, arguably, the most powerful orgasm I have ever had in my life. I let out a cry and a heave, lifting my ass off of my sleeping bag, and he did the same. My sperm shot out in a giant stream that stretched out about three feet in the air and came down with a wet “splat” over everything; including my stomach, chest, and all over him. His cum shot out with a loud “shlirp” and landed audibly on my stomach and chest, because he had tilted a little to the right so he could share his cum with me. I felt a blast of sperm and semen hit my hand and arm as I feebly held onto his gyrating penis. I shot another load of sperm that didn’t go quite as high, but still landed all over everything. I felt his penis give out steady pulses, and each time, more cum would spurt from his urethra. He was now openly moaning and writhing on his sleeping bag, with cum spraying in all directions. I continued to spurt about five more long streams of cum out of my dick, while my closed eyes reflected a white light that completely enveloped me, with streaks of color and ecstasy. I knew nothing at that moment but pure, unabaded pleasure.
After that, I just oozed sperm out of my dick and all over his hand, which was still locked vice-like around my penis. I was still weakly pumping his dick, but by this time, he just pulse and throbbed, with hardly any cum oozing out. This entire orgasm lasted what seemed like hours, when in reality, it was only about a solid minute, and I must say, it was quite satisfying!
Finally, we both had a few of those delayed spasms, in which we simply rode each other through them. I held his dick gently while those delayed throbs ebbed away, and he held mine. When it was all done, we remained in sort of a semi-conscious trance, in which we both spent catching our breaths and clearing our heads. The colorful streaks that danced before my eyes slowly faded away, and I began to receive some feeling back to my body. My penis was deflating and shrinking within his hand. He held it in his palm while it shrunk, then he gently let go, but kept his arm on my hip. I too felt his dick shrink, and let go. He turned his head to the right and looked at me sleepily.
I too looked over and smiled slightly. “Dude,” I murmured, “that was the best fucking hand job I have ever had, and probably will ever have.” I looked at his body laying beside mine, and noticed that he had globs of sperm everywhere. His chest had rivulets of cum running down his sides and tummy, and he even had drops of cum on his face. A forceful blast had hit him in the chin from underneath, and splattered cum all over his neck. His tummy and hips were the most messy. My cum shots had landed on him, as much as me. His tummy had formed a watery pool of cum inside his belly-button, and even covered a small mole that he had just below his belly. His dick and balls were absolutely drenched in cum; great ropes of sperm stuck and dangled from his penis, down to his balls and crotch. His light brushing of red pubic hair was literally bleached white with so much sperm.
To this day, I don’t think I’ve seen a more sexy or arousing site in my life. His lean form looked so peaceful the way he laid there, as if he were about to be crucified. I tried to sit up, but found that I just didn’t have the energy. I tried to look at myself the best I could, and what I was able to see was shocking! It looked like I actually had more cum covering my naked form than he did, which was incomprehensible when I first looked at him. I reached a hand up to my face and wiped the tip of my nose. It came away wet with a smear of sperm. I, like him, had been hit forcefully in the chin with a blast of semen, and it splattered everywhere. My chest was completely soaked with ropes of sperm; some were well over a foot long! My arm and bicep had streams of watery sperm that had run down my arm and onto my sleeping bag. My tummy, like his, was like some kind of macabre art form of sperm and semen. Ropes of his sperm were mixed with mine, and I even traced a rope from his side of the tent to my cheek! My belly button was the swimming pool for sperm cells, and rivulets of cum had run down the sides of my body. One glob even covered my right nipple, and I later found out that it was his cum glob. My light patch of brown pubic hair was entangled with ropes of sperm and semen. And finally, my thighs, along with his, were covered in the sticky substance of our pleasure.
Needless to say, we skipped Pioneering that day, and caught hell from our counselor and scoutmaster later on that week for our absence. We had a good cover story of getting lost, but it didn’t exactly fit, because we had showed up to the class the day before without any problems. Suddenly getting lost the next day didn’t fly with them, but they didn’t push the issue (thank God). We laid there on our sleeping bags naked and fell asleep. Luckily, we were the only ones who were using that tent, so we were not interrupted or walked in on while we slept. Good Lord, what a site that would’ve been!
Anyway, when we woke up about an hour later, our bodies were now covered in dry cum, and we were very sticky. We put on our swim trunks, since we didn’t want to touch any other article of clothing with our sticky bodies. Thankfully, the showers were only about 400 feet up the trail from our campsite, so we grabbed our towels and washables and hurried up to them. Noone stopped to talk to us as we left the site, as there were only a couple of people back in camp from their classes. If they had stopped us, and if they had looked closely, they probably would have noticed a weird change in skin color in patches due to the dried cum. We showered, and even washed each other when we were alone. But soon, more kids started coming in, so we had to lay low.
After that incident, we had a couple more over that week, but we were more conservative about it, as too make it to class on time. After that week, we never had any more experiences like that again. We did talk about it a few times, and even thought about getting some more trustworthy people involved, but nothing ever came of it. David moved away about a year after that, and we kept in touch for a while, before finally losing all contact. I haven't seen or spoken to him in about four years. It was quite an experience, and not one that I will ever forget.
Was that detailed enough? ;) Now, tell us about your experiences!