I jerked off and came all over the tent, knowing it was the first time Billy had ever seen another boy cum. Once you find out you can do it you don’t want to stop.
Such a well endowed boy, and he had never fondled himself to orgasm! And here I was, barely into puberty, in a position to teach him how to do it! But then, I thought, I only learned to do it by blowing myself, which is rather addictive. To my astonishment, he said that he had never cum before. As we began to suck each other we started to moan softly, finally breaking the long silence.Īfter a while I asked him if he wanted to cum in my mouth. And it felt so wonderful to be touched in that way by another boy who found me attractive. We were otherwise fully clothed, but that was fine with me. I was in heaven, fondling his erect and fully developed penis. He looked at me with that shy coaxing smile of his, and I moved over to his side of the tent, got into a sixty-nine position, and touched another boy’s cock for the very first time. Mine was still developing, and I had almost no hair, but he didn’t seem to mind. God, he looked beautiful! It was big, straight, and thick, framed by a lovely bush of black pubic hair. Slowly we unfastened our belts, pulled down our briefs, and exposed our raging, throbbing erections. Until then I had hoped my homosexual attractions were a phase that I would “grow out of.” For the first time I was happy to be homosexual. There it was, perfectly outlined inside his bulging briefs. I had never seen another boy’s hard-on before. We both knew what we wanted.Īt first we just lay there with our zippers open and our white briefs showing. We were lying on opposite sides of the tent, facing each other, when he began to fondle himself, moving his dick into an upright position. And I was going to have him all alone, where nobody would hear us if we didn’t make too much noise. But one weekend Billy and I set up our tent on a hilltop quite apart from and looking down upon the other tents pitched in the valley. We slept two to a tent, with the tents all clustered together in one campsite. I began to long for another boy’s dick, to take it all, to feel his dick head in my throat, to nuzzle his pubic hair, to taste another boy’s cum.Įvery so often our troop would go on weekend camping trips. I could then, and can now, take more than the dick head in my mouth.
I was able to do it the very first time I tried. He was kind of cute, with short wavy black hair, and very friendly.Īround that time I started sucking my own cock. He was younger than I, but more developed. He lived just a couple of doors away, so I didn’t think anything of it. I knew that some of them were gay.īilly started walking me home at night after the monthly troop meetings. As I began to mature I switched Boy Scout troops, joining one where the boys were cuter.
Sometimes boys would proposition me, but I was too young to know what to do, and I couldn’t imagine why they would be interested in a little guy like me. When I joined the boy Scouts, I enjoyed looking at the older boys in the showers at summer camp, although I was quite self-conscious about being a late bloomer. I have always been attracted to men, from the first time that I saw a mature boy naked.