This happened about three weeks ago, when I was at Boy Scout camp. It sucked, and I hadn't jacked off for the entire week, and it was Thursday. If you've read any of the other stories I've posted, you probably know that I'm inclined to do things with other guys.
Well this guy, Grant, I had been lusting for him for the whole week, so that day, we were in the back of the camp, near the woods, and I said, 'Why don't we go and jerk off?' I had talked to Grant about masturbation before, so I knew he did it. I also knew that he was very straight. But somehow or another, he followed me into the woods.
We went deep where we knew no one would find us, and stood on a narrow path between lots of bushes. Grant is thirteen years old, so he was a bit younger that me. I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and pulled out my six incher. I was hard. Grant just laughed nevously and looked away.
'Dude, you can look at it,' I said. 'Ya, but I don't want to,' he replied. 'Come on, just pull it out!' So he did. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his soft cock. 'I could help you get that up,' I offered, but he looked at me funny and said, 'No way.'
So we started stroking, and to my surprise, his cock grew to be at least eight inches! We are both cut, and his dick made me all the hornier. We just stood back, watching each other stroke.
Naturally, I came first. I wiped up as best I could using a leaf (and being careful it wasn't some poison ivy!), and told Grant I'd see him back at camp. He hadn't jizzed yet, and was still beating. With one last glance at his cock, I turned and went back to camp, nobody noticed me returning, nor had they noticed my absence.
Grant and I talked about what had happened later on our way to the trading post, and it sounded to me like he wanted to do it again. It didn't happen on that trip, but I'm gonna do my best to make it happen again. I told him I wouldn't mind doing it with him another time. So that is the story of our exciting little nature walk. I hope you enjoyed it.