Scout Camp StarSo I've been writing recently about my sexual history, and I figured I would jump ahead a few years from my last update. The first time I went skinny dipping was when I was 14 years old. I was at a Boy Scout summer camp between 8th grade and freshman year of high school. I was part of a troop with mostly older scouts, many of them in high school and hardly any still in middle school.
Anyway a bunch of the older boys were goofing around by the lake near our site, and they decided to swim. The first few jumped in with their underwear on, but soon they were daring each other to remove their briefs. After some splashing and teasing, all three boys already in the water had removed their underwear and tossed it ashore. That's when another boy on the shore removed his clothes, underwear and all, and jumped in.
Before he jumped, I noticed the size of his penis. I had already learned I was very big for my age at a prior slumber party, but had assumed I merely developed early. I now knew that couldn't be true, because that high school boy was way smaller than me! As the youngest member of our group, the boys began to tease me because I was reluctant to join them in the lake. I just remembered the look on the faces of the boys from sleepovers in the past and braced myself as I removed my shirt, then slid my pants down.
At the time I often found underwear very constricting (despite numerous hints, my mom would only buy me briefs), so I had been going commando all day. I remember looking down at my feet while i removed my pants and then looking up to see every boy in the water staring slack-jawed at me. There must have been half a minute of tense silence until one of the boys yelled "Jezus, Ryan's got a donkey ****!" All the boys began to laugh and I felt myself blush as I got in the water.
I know it sounds like they were teasing, but they told me it was all in good fun. One boy in particular, a 16 year old named Jason, seemed very interested in my junk. While the other boys were playing around in the water he asked me a lot of questions, including how long it was. I told him I'd only measured once at a sleep over when I was young, and he said I must have grown quite a bit. After a little while he and I managed to sneak back to his tent, where I gave him a look up close.
While in the tent, he asked if he could touch my penis, and I hesitantly agreed. His hands felt good and warm as they gripped my **** firmly, and even though he never stroked once I soon got hard. He was amazed by how large it got when it was hard, and decided he needed to know how long it was. He told me to wait, and went out of the tent for a few minutes to get a measuring tape for pitching tents. He measured my **** for the second time in my life that night, and with great care. I'll never forget his face when he saw the tip of my young erection pulsing next to the 11 inch mark.
That night I ended up ******* off with his help three times, splattering *** on a tree, the ground, and finally his face. I could tell he was very into it. He was eager to help and seemed to enjoy sucking it. I was never certain, but I think Jason was gay. From then on, I would occasionally let him see and play with my **** on camp outs, at least until I quit scouts the next year. For me, my time with Jason was the last of my childish sexual experimentation. It would be a few months after the camp out, during my freshman year of high school, that I would have my first sexual experience with a woman. But that story, my friends, is for another time :)
bananasforhire 22-25, M 4 Responses 10 Oct 12, 2012