Scout Camp: Drawn to Frot

This is not my story.  I was lucky to have another gentleman tell me this story, and it opened up some very thrilling times for me.

His story, which I had to admit, I wished was mine.  Names are those I am providing, and conversation is as he intimated it.

Two 16 yr old scouts, Drew and Finn, were going to scout camp, one more summer.  Their parents had insisted, hoping they would get those last couple of merit badges they needed to fulfill Eagle rank requirements, also knowing that at this age, boys were starting to think about girls, jobs to earn money, cars, and that scouting was not so cool anymore, but that Eagle rank on college applications and resumes could give them a leg up in a small fraternal order.  Coincidentally both boys getting a driver’s license depended on their achieving Eagle status.  The boys had each separately hoped to shed the uniform, meetings, silly cheers, and the weekends in the woods when their friends were going to parties and hanging out late into the night, with girls.  But, they went to camp.

Being older boys, and holding leadership positions, they had wrangled the option to use a tent set up some meters away from the campsite where the younger boys' tents, and that of their leaders, were set up.  This was one of those camps semi-permanently set up, with new troops coming in every week;  the tents were canvas, each suitable for two cots, set on a makeshift wooden platform, and they were tall enough along the center pole to stand.

The younger boys' camp was noisy, boys enjoying being away from home, giggling, boys doing boy things, taunting, teasing, pranking, with the leaders regularly calling out for them to settle down, and that it was lights out time.

Up the hill slightly, Drew and Finn were mulling bed time, not really tired, having been bussed up just that early afternoon, leaving them still energized by the fresh air, and the tom-foolery and freedom of the coming week.  As they unrolled their sleeping bags onto their cots, parallel to each other along the edges of the tent, they muttered about the crazy enthusiasm and noise going on just lower down, and which of the new boys was going to cry out in the night, or be afraid of every noise in the woods at night.

Finn changed the subject, sitting on the edge of his cot, towards the foot end, in just his white briefs, asking "What's your favorite sexy part of a girl?"

Drew, in boxers, and seeing the example of Finn going shirtless, turned, stood, and shucked his shirt over his head, before sitting, jest to the middle of his bun, his right knee close to but not touching Finn's bare right knee.  "Girls, mmm, tits, dude, I am usually looking at her tits.""You gotta. girlfriend, dude?  Ever seen hers?"  asked Finn.

"No, not now, not really....I've seen my older sisters, once, after a shower, man, they were amazing."

Finn grinned, leaning forward, "Tell me, how amazing?"

"Well, I was a lot younger, and her bedroom was kind of in a common area, small house, in the basement, and she had just gotten out of the shower and I was coming down the stairs.  She was dressing, didn't see me, as she was pulling a shirt over her head.  Man, from the side, they looked like bullets, standing straight off her chest....."

"Wow, that's hot," Finn interjected, "a nice long look?""Nah, I was embarrassed, didn't want to get caught, but man, bras can be deceptive; I had no clue she had that much going on."

"Excite you, dude?" asked Finn.

Realizing he was getting close to suggesting or asking about masturbation, something he'd never admitted to or talked about with anyone else, Drew balked, "I don't really remember...." and turned to unzip his sleeping bag.

When he turned back, Finn was grinning, and in his lap, drawn out from under his sleeping bag, was a rolled up Penthouse magazine.  Drew's jaw dropped, "Whoa dude!" as Finn flipped open to the centerfold pictorial.

"Were they bigger than hers, your sister?"  inquired Finn.

"Um, dude, you brought that along, snuck it though pack inspection?  Awesome," as he without asking, stood, turned and sat down next to Finn, their thighs lightly brushing.

"I had it down the back of my jeans," said Finn, his finger tracing the breasts of the model, as his other hand held the magazine down, as it was tending to roll back to the form is had taken while jammed back into his pack.

"Nice, she's hot.  Yeah, my sister, she was just 15, stuck out more, higher, but probably not as big, you know, round as this one."  He kind of stretched a finger out, but not daring to touch Finn's magazine.  

The boys eagerly flipped through the pics, freely commenting on her body, her poses, where her hands or fingers were placed, close to her body, suggesting touching... After about 10 minutes on the centerfold pictorial, the hanging electric lantern's low light casting shadows as their hands moved across the pages, they flipped to the secondary pictorials, stopped to giggle and comment on the cartoons, even laughing over how nice it would be have the money and means to send in the money for a subscription.

They were interrupted by one of the leaders walking by, returning from an errand to the camp offices, reminding them it was lights out time.

They shrugged, Finn stuck the magazine back into his pack at the head of his cot, and when done, Drew turned the lantern off, and they felt their way into their sleeping bags.  "That was cool, Finn, thanks for sharing."

Drew, who was the grown man telling me his story, said that as he got into his nylon sleeping bag, his cock was rigid and screaming for touch and relief.  Turning on to his stomach, he tried to grind it against the firmness of the stretched canvas of the cot...it felt good to a point, and he was careful to try to keep any rustling of his sleeping bag to a minimum.  After a couple minutes of squirming, Drew turned on his side, eased his cock out of his boxers, now facing the soiled canvas of the sidewall, and started to stroke his cock.  He didn't take long, maybe 60 or 90 seconds, and pulled back into his boxers just as his climax hit, hoping his heavy breathing had held in check, letting his underwear absorb his cum shot, and then rolled onto his back, shifting, the warm wet spot pulled to the side, sticking to his thigh, and his breathing, subdued, leading him to sleep as his cum cooled.  

Day 1 in camp was busy, the two boys enrolled in different classes, then during free swim time at the lake, acknowledging each other, but mixing in with others, testing physical mettle against similarly aged older boys from other troops.  Drew dawdled going back to change back into his uniform, hoping to get a peek at Finn's magazine, and as he got to the tent, Finn was packing up, stuffing the magazine back in, obviously, but trying to conceal what he'd been up to, and then rushing off to his next class.

Drew watched him lope down the wooded hill, dug out the magazine, and just refreshed his memory of his favorite photo, getting hard again, but with people walking by, conversations chattering around him, he dared not, worried that Finn might catch him, coming back for a pen, notebook, or forgotten pocket knife or something.

That evening, after campfire songs, skits and snack, they retired again to their tent.  Drew didn't want to ask, but was obviously biding his time, hopeful.

Finn said, "Wanna look some more?" as he pulled out the magazine, flattening it on his thigh.  

Not able to restrain his enthusiasm, Drew quickly checked the snaps on the tent flaps at the entrance, and plopped down next to Finn.

They went over old ground, laughing as they agreed that memories of the model's body had nagged at their brains all day, and got a little more free and graphic about how they would love to caress, kiss, touch, or be led, as her hands suggested, to follow her lead in touching her.  They got off onto tangents, taking turns swapping stories, 2nd or 3rd hand stories, passed down via slumber parties, other campouts, about boys who had enjoyed victories, notched their belts, bragged of encounters of seeing, touching, groping, and talked about girls in their schools they liked and had crushes on, those who dressed more flirtatiously, and even touched the taboo of which female teachers they had wondered about, drawn by perfume, or the stolen gaze down her blouse when standing at her desk asking for help with an assignment or math problem.

Neither boy wanted to show it, but both were struggling with raging boners, and at one point, even before the 2nd call for lights out, they both begged fatigue, and quickly doused the light, bolted into their sleeping bags.  Struggling to keep his breathing and what seemed to be a loud slapping as his hand worked his raging stiffie under wraps, Drew had a quick orgasm, and then changed his grip and pace, and soon, a second.   As he was recuperating, his arm thrown over his face, to hide his breathing and panting, he heard Finn groan and exhale...as their breathing reached normal range, he heard Finn ask, "Did you do it too?"  Drew, embarrassed, feigned sleep, and maintained his silence, shocked to think that he had been over-heard, embarrassed that he was being asked to admit to masturbating, but a little excited that someone else, his new buddy, was admitting to doing the same thing.  While it had been a subconscious logical idea that other boys did it too, this was his first time to actually be 'involved."

Night 3

The boys explored the magazine more, stopping to look at the ads, the gorgeous models touting the magazine, other Guccione publications, admiring the lingerie, again talking about other things, admitting to looking at bras and panties in Sears catalogs, and the ads in the back for sex products available by mail order.  

Finn broke the ice, "Did you masturbate last night?"

Shocked, Drew said, "Huh?"

"You know, did you do it, enjoy yourself, after, in your sleeping bag?"

Drew blushed, looked at the ceiling, put off answering, "Did you?"

"Man, I heard you."  Finn did not admit then that hearing his buddy writhing in his bag, turning and his ragged breathing had been part of his own arousal, not taking himself in hand until he heard Drew's first climax, indicated by the stopped sounds of the sleeping bag, but the tension on the cot, and his light grunts, escaping with each pump of his balls. and then the sudden inhalation and panting...

"Yeah, I guess so..." was all Drew could bring himself to say.  

Finn encouraged him, "Oh man, it's the best feeling....I'd do it 4 or 5 times a day if I had her (patting the magazine) or other magazines to look at."

"I guess so, yeah," was all Drew was able to add.

Finn, taking the lead, said, "Man, did you know there are stories in the front part, people writing about doing it.  No, not jacking it, but actual girls, doing it, having sex, fucking."

Drew, startled to hear Finn's use of the f-word, was suddenly aware that their excited voiced had raised slightly, but also forgetting they were both nearly nude, let his hand grab Finn's bare knee, instantly realizing he had crossed a line, touching bare skin, his hand pulled away, as if burned, and said, "Man, keep your voice down!"

 Finn, jolted by the unexpected touch, "Sorry, man.....but yeah, you want to read one?"

"Really?  Sure, have you already read them all?"

"No, I just found them....one of the guys from 523, well, he said he had one, and the stories were really amazing."

 Drew, emboldened just a bit, having found sexy stuff in novels, intimations of sex, reached for the magazine, knowing how powerful his mind had been finding erotica in novels for some time, the written word, from John Forsythe and Irving Wallace books, was eager to see what the magazine stories offered.  "Yeah, sure, since I can keep my voice down...."  the magazine pulled into his lap, "you want me to read aloud, right?"

"Sure, go slow though, ok."

The first story, making Drew gulp, and shift a couple of times, talked about a woman and her neighbor, when her husband was absent, and laying out by the pool, doing it in the pool. 

"Wow, I'd love to watch that out my window." gasped Finn.  Words about a clit, and how wet the woman was were things that Drew didn't really understand, but in urgency to get to the end, he did not stop, and the question embedded itself in the back of his head.

"Do another," urged Finn, his hand openly squeezing his bulge, the outline of his boy cock apparent in the low light in his tight briefs.

Drew read another, allowing himself to halt, and reread a couple searing lines a second time, for emphasis, and allowing him to hear himself say words he'd never really said out loud, in the presence of another, including lines about nipples rolled between lips, fingers, and hips hunching and thrusting, "fuck me" - things a lot more graphic and unveiled than that in the racy novels he had read at the swap shelf at the library.

Drew has his own fist pressing down on his straining member, grinding against the juncture where his shaft met his ball sac, it felt so good.

Finn squirmed beside him, their thighs touching with both of the movements, and asked if Drew had ever done it, you know, in front of someone else.  He stood, groaning as he pressed first his palm, and then his fingers played along the outline of his tumescent cock.

Drew could not answer, trying to move on with the story, trying not to notice or look at Finn, but as Finn sat back down, pulled his briefs down, and let his curved 5" boner into the low light of the lantern, and started to squeeze and lightly grasp and rub his 16 yr old cock.

As Drew struggled on with the text, getting to the part where the woman was stroking the cock with her fingertips, admiring it as it gleamed and bubbled with precum, Finn was losing it, groaning, his hand a blur.....

Drew only made it to the part where the story plainly printed that she had brought the man's hard cock to her mouth and kissed his spongy head with her wet lips.....he pulled the magazine to one side, pulled his cock out, and in 3-4 stokes was cumming, the hot shot o his sperm shooting right at his navel.....Finn was still in ecstasy, amazingly playing with his cum, drawing his fingers through the splattered beads and globs on his own stomach, laying back on his elbows....

The magazine fell to the floor, as Drew's body spasmed and twitched with his longer-than-ever orgasm, and he groaned....

Their glowing exultation at the feelings coursing and ebbing thought their bodies was interrupted by one of the adult leaders, not too close, but perhaps 15' outside, "You guys ok in there?"

Finn, recovering sooner, gasped, then answered, "Just arm wrestling, Mr. Clark, Drew lost, again."

Both embarrassed, thrilled at this new experience, unexpected, sudden, revealing, shared, but needing time to process it, quickly wiped themselves clean with their t-shirts, which they chortled about as they stuffed them into laundry bags, and after Drew reached and handed the magazine back to Finn, all he could muster was, "I had no idea....I need to get one of these" and they both slipped into their sleeping bags.  Processing, reaching again, words and images from the words.....both waking in the night to rubbing and stroking again.

Night 4

As soon as the campfire closing was concluded, Finn quickly and quietly slipped back to the tent.  Drew had a drink from one of the ice-filled coolers, went to the latrine, and then said good night to those at hand, and excused himself to 'go study' for the exam for one of his badges.

He whispered to Finn as he approached the tent that it was him, before lifting the flap and sliding in.  

Finn was wearing his tshirt, but no briefs.  He was already stroking his hard cock, the magazine propped against his other thigh, knee bent, heel on his cot, the magazine's page brightly lit by the lantern.

Drew's eyes dilated as they took in the view, the light of the lantern...

Finn said, "Tell me you didn't think the stories were amazing."

Without a word, Drew turned to close the tent flaps, and silently stripped down to just his t-shirt too.

Before he had even seated himself, this time on his own cot, Finn started reading a story, this one about a college professor and his 18 yr old freshman student, from her sitting with legs open under a short skirt, eyeing him over days from the front row, to the post-class question-and-answer session that followed in his book-strewn private panelled office, behind a locked door.

Both boys were primed and ready.  Instead of lasting longer, their greed for orgasmic delight and relief, their uninhibited nakedness and acceptance of what boys like to do, they both were easily stroking, Finn even spitting in his hand before returning his hand to stroking his now gleaming boner.  

Part way through the story, where the professor was sitting on the edge of his desk, and the coed had lifted her skirt and was straddling him, legs wrapped around his back, and vigorously impaling herself on him, Finn handed the magazine to Drew, "you keep going" and he stood and stroked as Drew found the place and continued, the girl's vigorous self-fucking, as it was described, and suddenly Finn groaned and pumped, arching back, his hand and cock jutting from beneath the rising lower hem of his tshirt, cutting off the direct light of the lantern, and his cum stream hit Drew on his forearm, and then the 2nd spurt, stronger, hit Drew on the chest of his tshirt, and weakening, continued to hit Drew's abdomen.  (He would later find the slight fuzz from his navel to his pubes clotted with dried sperm.)

Despite his shock, the sight of Finn's orgasm, the intimacy and unexpected shock, raised Drew's own state of frenzy accelarated, and as the words and visuals in his head of the nubile blonde arching and clenching on the mature man's cock, he let the magazine slide off his lap, standing and returned the favor, arcing as he pumped his twitching cock, his shot landing on across Finn's thigh and wrist as he was still stoking in his after-glow.

"Wow" was about all either of them could bring themselves to say, no expressions of revulsion over the shared and suffered coatings of another's cum... sheepishly they drew their soiled tshirts over their head, Drew offering that "that was quite a load", as he crumpled up his tshirt, and his comment made Finn let loose a deep, satisfied laugh.  

No more words, no further touching, as they extinguished the light, and slid into their sleeping bags.  

As the sounds of the woods, the insects of the night chirping, and a light rain starting to plunk on the tight stretch canvas, took over the  mood of the cooling tent, Finn muttered, "Thanks, bud, that was amazing."

Drew smiled, his mind racing, processing, as his body relaxed....

Night 5

Tomorrow they would be going home.  Drew had no idea where Finn lived- they attended separate schools.  He hoped they might still get to talk, maybe hang out, show off girlfriends in coming year of 10th grade, and wow, if he could get his hands on a magazine, or more....

They talked a little about it, now casually flipping through the magazine.  The night was hotter, the cooling of last night's rain gone, so they were both nude, both their cocks semi-erect, expectant, conditioned, no longer ashamed or overly nervous about being bare or aroused in front of each other.  Drew was slightly longer 5 1/2 inches probably to Finn's slightly heavier but shorter cock.  No mention was made of that, no way.  They each were what they were, and no need for competition.  Just two guys growing and enjoying what their self-touching and imaginations and desires and attractions to girls wrought.  

Finn talked about the kind of girls he liked, but not limiting himself on hair color, height, body shape....Drew agreed, also mentioning some girls, different races, that made him curious, and whom he wouldn't shy from, if they were alone and she seemed mutually interested.  As their conversation intensified, as they guessed at what might be ahead, new driver's licenses, not much money for arranging fun times or early attempts at dates, awkwardness of double-dating, trying to make out in the presence of, or under awareness of others close by, they laughed when wondering about if the two of them were each with a hot girl, that they would be less shy now, with the other right there....

Finn said that he had discovered, sneaking back at lunch, that there was one more story, a story of the month, separate, back in the last third of the magazine.  Smiling, as he opened it and handed it to Drew, who was the better reader of the two, he laughed about saving the best for last.

"Go ahead, I can't wait," said Finn.  The story was not as direct, more background, more stage-setting, not what the boys wanted, or thought they needed, but still, it was pretty amazing and very sexy.  It was about a man and a party, where two girls were both not backing down on their interest in him.  The descriptions were pretty fantastic, the girls having different colors of hair, different tit sizes, and wow, their willingness to do what the story-teller was suggesting, his describing watching them kiss each other, rub their boobs against the other....

Finn went from reclining and stroking, to sitting on the edge, free with his side commentary, reactions to the idea of watching two sensual girls giggling and turning and performing, dancing, rubbing, kissing for the narrator, their hands cupping their breasts, their nails flicking over the other girl's nipples....that got Finn standing.

Then, as that bit of activity increased, with sentence after sentence describing their saliva slickened nipples, hard (what was that about, why were they hard, registering in each boy's mind) and rubbery, pressing, being depressed, by the pressure and press of the other girl, well, this got Drew rubbing pretty furiously too, and as the narrator discussed his own arousal watching the others girls touch, rub moan, bend to suckle, lips flicking, moans, Drew thrust himself up ward too, the magazine in one hand, his other hand stroking, his voice dry and rasping as he tried to keep reading aloud, he found his wrist coming to rest on Finn's shoulder, the magazine held high, right under the lantern, Drew directly in front of Finn now...

Next thing he knew, he felt something altogether new, wet, firm, sliding against his dick head....as he read the words describing one of the girls raising her leg to wrap it around the trim waist of the other, and of her pussy rubbing against her counterpart's thigh, he looked down and saw Finn's cock tip rubbing his own.....

The magazine fell from Drew's grasp, too heavy and tipping over backwards, onto Finn's bunk, and his hand fell to clasp Finn's bared shoulder, smooth, warm, satiny feeling as his own flank, and he watched as Finn's wet glistening tip grazed upward, his shaft pressing against, partially lifting his own boner's tip, then dragging back down, never losing the connection....

Electricity coursing through Drew's body, as he described it later, like nothing his own touch would ever replicate or even come close, realizing that Finn's hand was on his waist, and that they were pressing, arching forward, against each other, not like the girls, but yes, like the girls, not understanding the erogenous sensitivity of a woman's nipples, rigid, enflamed....not daring to look at each other, both of their heads down, ears close, but not touching, their hips took over, and on tip toes or not, raising and dropping, a groan when their dicks slipped apart, a moan of satisfaction when they were again in contact, rubbing, pressing, rutting......so good, nothing like this, so much better than a hand....a hand....should I....no, panting, taking a little more time, the wait, the anticipation, the idea that they were now a part of another's arousal, all these thoughts forming, racing, colliding, crashing.....

The gentleman telling me the story had no more words.... we both knew what took place.  My mind suddenly opened to a long-buried memory, a  moment, like this one, even younger I was....no ejaculating, but oh, the memory of that juvenile moment...

I messaged him, urgent in my desire, need....I asked for his phone number...would he.....could we...I wanted to badly to hear the last part, from his own voice....he balked, then relented....I called, on my knees, afraid to touch myself, yet....

His answer, his voice, names exchanged, and then he told me, I launched into...my mind's eye, imagining two immature bodies hunching, hungrily pressing, thrusting...it was fantastic.

And I am hooked.