Scout Grope

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a real story

 

Back in the late 1950s my Boy Scout troop camped on an island in the bay a little north of Miami. The sandy island was not large and was not too thickly covered with scrub trees and taller Australian pines. We enjoyed days of swimming, playing games, and doing the usual Boy Scout things. At age 14 I was senior patrol leader and in charge of most things in camp. The Scoutmaster stood by but was pretty laid back and let me run things. There were about five of us older boys (13 and 14) and about eight or ten younger boys (ages 11 and 12). We spent all day in our swimsuits or shorts, never wearing shirts, so we all were pretty tanned.



One night after I made sure the younger boys were in their tents and ready to go to sleep ('Lights out'), my tentmate Allen (age 13) and I retired to our larger walled tent with two of the older boys, Leo and Ike (both 13, though Leo was nearly 14). I was of average build, wearing a crew cut and not very hairy. Allen was skinnier, a bit shorter, also in a crew cut and smooth. Leo was the most muscular of the four of us. He had reddish-blonde hair, cut a bit shaggy, with a little bit of chest hair and a noticeable happy trail leading down from his navel into his shorts. Ike was a bit soft, with a darker complexion than any of us and light brown hair. Not shaggy like Leo's, but short enough to stay out of his eyes. His chest was smooth and his eyes were an emerald green



Leo had suggested we play cards by flashlight. The Scoutmaster had gone to sleep already and I knew he wouldn't bother us. When we all got into our tent we formed a small square, sitting cross-legged and nearly touching knees. All of us were bare-chested and still in our shorts. It was a warm South Florida night, though a gentle breeze was enough to blow away the mosquitoes.



Leo produced the deck of cards and we saw immediately why he was so eager to get us to play. It was a deck with naked women on the cards, nothing raunchy but more in the style of Playboy photos of that era. The women were topless but their legs, bodies, and props shielded their genital area. I'm pretty sure we had all seen Playboy magazines before, but here we were, four horny teenagers, fondling a whole deck of pictures of naked women. We briefly made the pretense of playing a card game, but pretty soon we just decided to pass the cards among us. We would hold up a picture we thought was especially interesting, and I remember that Leo showed us one and said, 'I think she must shave her hair down there,' meaning her privates. No pubic hair showed in any picture, of course, but that photo exposed enough of the area south of her navel that Leo's comment made sense.



It had never occurred to me that women might shave their pubic hair. Leo seemed to know everything. I was a virgin and assumed Allen and Ike were, too. But Leo knew so much about sex at 13 that I felt like a novice in his presence.



So I asked him, 'Leo, have you ever had sex with a girl?'



'Sure.' Our eyes widened. 'I had sex with Joan (he didn't say which Joan) out on the golf course one night.'



I played golf at the course near our neighborhood, so I was pretty sure that I had played on the course where Leo had sex with Joan. Another thing that had never occurred to me. Of course! A golf course at night. The ultimate privacy.



'What did you do?' asked Ike.



'Well, I felt her up a little, and then I pulled down her panties and my underwear and I stuck it in and we bounced around a while until I came.'



Bounced around a while? I had found a marital advice manual in a box of paperbacks my parents had stored in our garage and had pored through that book's rather clinical description of intercourse. I understood the mechanics of the penis fitting into the vagina, and I remembered some brief talk about moving the penis in-and-out of the vagina until the male orgasm and ejaculation. I didn't remember anything about 'bouncing around.' I had much to learn from Leo.



That was such a strange description of sex, and it put a strange image into my head. I had been masturbating since age 11 or so, enjoying dry orgasms sliding around in the bathtub even before I was quite mature enough to ejaculate. But solo masturbation was my only sexual experience, and Leo's story, along with the women on the playing cards, gave me a raging hard-on. Good thing we were sitting cross-legged.



'These pictures are giving me a hard-on,' confessed Allen.



'Me, too,' said Leo with a big smile, and the other two of us murmered that we, too, had erections. Seeing every kid every day in his Speedo bathing suit (nobody wore baggy trunks then) gave me a pretty good idea of where everyone was in his sexual development, and I knew from the bulge in his Speedos that Leo was huge, even at thirteen. I tried to catch a glimpse of his clothed erection, which I guessed would be large, but his shorts bunched up too much.



After a while longer passing the playing cards around the circle, Leo and Ike decided to retire to their tent. Allen and I arranged our sleeping bags (an activity meant to give our erections a chance to calm down, I'm sure), took off our shorts (we always slept in our whitey-tighty underwear, turned off the flashlights, and settled in to sleep, mainly on top of the sleeping bags. The night was still warm enough that we were more comfortable without the covers.



Allen and I continued a whispered conversation in the dark. I don't remember who first confessed that he still had a hard-on, but one of us did and the other responded that he did, too. I also don't remember who made the first move, but almost simultaneously we slid on our backs toward each other and reached over to grab each other's penis, still clothed in underwear. I had never seen Allen naked. We always gave each other privacy in the tent for changing. But now I was stroking his erect penis through the soft cotton of his underwear. At the same time he was stroking me. I decided to move the grope onto a new level.



I pulled my hand away from Allen, tucked my thumbs into the elastic of my underwear, and removed them in a quick move. I then reached back for Allen's hand in the dark and wrapped his fingers my bare penis.



'Oh,' he said softly. And in the dark I could hear him take off his underwear with his left hand, never letting go of my penis with his right. Now completely naked, we resumed our one-handed stroking of each other's hard penis.



I had never touched another boy's penis. I had seen lots of genitals in the junior high locker room, and in that setting I felt a little shortchanged in the size of my penis and balls. By age 14 I was about 5-1/2 inches long and had pubic hair, but not dense. Lots of people on Solo Touch say this, but touching Allen's penis was like a bolt of electricity in me. We began sharing impressions, all based on feel, it was so dark in the tent. We were both circumscribed I was surprised that his penis was a little longer and a lot thinner than mine. He was surprised that mine was much fatter than his. My pubic hair, though not thick, was a bit bushier than his, which was a small patch just above the base of his penis.



We both were producing precum, and I grabbed his shaft so that I could swirl the sticky fluid around on the head of his penis with my thumb, playing a lot with the slit and just under the head, which I knew from my own experience was most sensitive. Apparently I had more experience masturbating and experimenting with different strokes than had Allen, but he quick caught on to my techniques and tried them on me.



Stroking each other this way put us into a pretty excited state, and by this time we were lying on our backs, our bodies and legs touching. I was to Allen's right. I rolled onto my left side so I could more comfortably stroke him with my right hand. He rolled toward me, and I adjusted our positions a bit so that we could rub the heads of our cocks together. The slippery precum made it hard to control this touching, so I held both of our penises together near their heads and stroked them together. Both of us were breathing very heavily.



On instinct I rolled over on top of Allen, supporting my weight with my arms. I had never heard of frottage or the Princeton rub, but something in me made me discover these moves. Sometimes I would suspend myself above Allen just so that the underside of the head of my penis would rub softly on the underside of the head of his penis. Sometimes I ground our genitals together between our bodies, thrusting my hips and grinding him in a circular motion.



I was doing things that night I had never heard or read about. I guess some sort of raw instinct took over. I reached and pushed down my penis so that it would slide between Allen's thighs, just under his balls. I kept my knees on the outside of his legs so that he would keep his thighs together, and he quickly got the idea. I began slowly pumping in our simulated intercourse, burying my face in Allen's shoulder and neck.



'I wish you were a girl,' I murmered into his right ear.



'So do I' whispered Allen. I'm not sure whether he meant that he, too, wished he was a girl for me or that he wished I was a girl. No matter, we were grinding away.



I felt myself getting close to an orgasm, but I was afraid to come. It sounds silly now, but as randy as I was - and I was really humping Allen at that point-I was afraid of the mess it would make if I or both of us came. But before I could make a decision to stop, I had reached the point of no return and with one last thrust I came. I stopped moving and was panting hard.



'I'm sorry.' I gasped, finally, still with my softening penis between Allen's thighs. 'I didn't mean to do that.' I was feeling guilty already for making a mess on Allen. Finally my penis shrunk enough that slid from between his thighs and I rolled off him onto my back. I reached for my balled-up underpants and cleaned myself off.



'I'm sorry,' I said again.



'That's OK,' said Allen softly, reassuring me. I was feeling guilty that he had not had an orgasm, but my post-orgasm state of mind meant that I didn't want to continue the sex play. I just wanted to go to sleep.



Allen did not ask me anything or say anything. He may have been as frightened as I about what we had just done.



'Good night, Allen' I whispered, putting my back to him as I rolled onto my right side.



'Good night, Jake,' he replied softly.



Things were very dark quiet for a while, and then I could hear Allen's breathing speed up. He was taking care of his orgasm problem himself. I had not put my wet, sticky underwear on and was sleeping nude. As I listened to Allen masturbate, still turned away from him, I put my underwear to my face and inhaled that sweet bleach smell. My penis hardened but I decided to stop sniffing my cum and let my erection subside. I needed to think about what happened.



Allen was making more noises, finally grunted, and then he sighed. Good for him. I quickly fell into a deep sleep.



I'll tell you what happened the next night in my next story.

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