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Date: Tue, 4 Dec 2012 18:00:08 -0600 From: Bob Subject: Boy Scout Truth or Dare I was 16 years old. I'd been gay for about 3 years, always checking out other boy's penises in Boy Scouts. And now, I was finally in a tent with another boy, and it looked like he would be willing to fool around with me. I had waited for this moment for so long. I'd seen so many naked boys in the showers and tents and cabins, and jacked off to the memories of all of them. But I'd never reached the point of actually "fooling around" with anybody else. The closest I ever came was the occasional "do you jack off?" conversation that never led anywhere. But here I was now, with a horny 13 year old named Jack, in a tent, about to finally realize my dreams. Jack was about 5'4, with dark brown hair and a wide grin. I was 5'10 with brown hair and a 6 inch cock. We were both built rather averagely, not particularly athletic. I had seen him with his shirt off that morning when he changed clothes, and he had just the very beginning of abs. "Let's play truth or dare," he said, smiling in a conspiratorial way. "OK. Who will go first?" I replied. "How about you start. Truth or dare?" "Truth." "OK, ummm... Have you ever kissed a girl?" I had. It was true. When I was 9 I had a crush on a girl in the neighborhood. We kissed behind the community center building, just once. It was totally innocent, I don't think she had anything sexual in mind. "Yes." "What was her name?" he asked. "Hey now, that's two questions," I said in mock complaint. "Fine then. It's my turn now." "Truth or dare?" I asked. "Truth," Jack replied. "Have you ever french kissed a girl? "Wow, getting personal, are we? No. I haven't. Truth or dare?" "Well I already did Truth, so I guess I have to do a dare then," I said. "I dare you to strip to your underwear." This was bold. I was surprised at how fast he was moving. I stood up, ducking slightly under the roof of the tent. As I removed my shirt, my hands shook slightly. I had literally waited for years for this to happen. I was nervous, but there was no turning back now. Thoughts raced through my head: *What if he tells someone later? What if he is just kidding and isn't gay or bi or anything? What if I'm too scared? What if? What if? * * * I had my t-shirt off. There was almost no real hair on my upper body, just the fine light hairs that most boys have. I moved for my pajama pants. I could see the look of anticipation on his face by the dim light of the flashlight propped against his sleeping bag. My hands pulled the pants down and I stepped out of them, standing in my white briefs. (I knew that white briefs weren't considered cool, but boxers were expensive and I really didn't care what the jocks thought of my underwear. Screw them.) I stood there for an awkward second, then sat down. *What if I get a boner now and it turns out he's not gay? What if he's grossed out or yells or tells somebody or makes fun of me? What if? What if? *I decided to opt for control, and breathed deeply while avoiding thought about my penis in order to keep from getting hard. "You look good," said Jack. "Thanks. I'm kinda skinny, but I don't mind." "Neither do I," he replied with one of his grins. "OK, it's your turn. And it's gotta be a dare, right?" "Yeah, it does," he said. "OK. I dare you to strip down to *your* underwear." "No problem." He stood and lifted his shirt off, revealing those almost-defined abs and nearly giving me a raging boner right then and there. Then his hands went to the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down and showing me... White briefs! So maybe they were pretty cool after all! I could see the bulge of his still-soft cock. He sat back down and smiled at me. "It's your turn," he said in a different tone of voice. I looked at his eyes and immediately, I knew what he was thinking. I could see some of the same nervousness I had, maybe not as strong, but it was there! And the same desire. The same longing. "Truth or dare?" I wanted to stretch things out a bit. "Truth," I said. He almost looked a little disappointed. "Alright, hmm... Do you masturbate?" "Yes. Absolutely." I don't know why I said 'absolutely'. Maybe it was the raging hormones talking. I knew what I had to do next. I didn't wait to say 'truth or dare', I just cut straight to it. "Do you?" I asked. "Yeah, I do it all the time." He was still smiling that slightly nervous smile. "I'm tired of playing truth or dare. Do you want to, you know... Fool around?" I started to open my mouth. I wanted so bad to say yes. Dammit, I wanted to push him over and hump him right then and there, so why the hell was I not saying yes?. But the same thoughts from before were running through my head. I was furious with my stupid teenage brain and my stupid teenage body and my stupid life and- "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone." That was all it took. I was still speechless, but my doubts were gone. I nodded. He moved over to my sleeping bag. "This is gonna be fun. Have you ever fooled around before?" he asked. "No, I haven't," I replied rather sheepishly. Jack giggled. "That's OK, neither have I." His hand reached for the waistband of my underwear. I have no idea how I managed to hold back a boner until then, but somehow I managed. He pulled off my briefs,and then reached back and pulled his off, too. "Well, we're naked," he said after a moment. And somehow that was the most hilarious thing I had ever heard. We both cracked up laughing quietly, and kept laughing until we were both crying a bit. I know some of my tears were from relief, from finally being at this moment. I saw his penis. It was still soft, which surprised me. It was a good 3 inches soft, and it was circumcised like mine, with a little bit of wispy hair above it. I had slightly more hair than him, and I could see him looking at mine. "You can feel it if you want," I told him. He reached over, and for the first time ever, another boy's fingers brushed against my penis. It felt like heaven. It felt so much better than my own jacking off. He rubbed my cock lightly. The look of pure, desperate bliss was obvious on my face. He smiled at me and said, "Touch mine." My hand reached over, and for the first time touched another boy's penis. It was so soft and fleshy and spongy. I rubbed his as he rubbed mine, which was fully hard by now. His was starting to grow and I could tell that it was a bit above average for his age. It swelled to its full 5 inches, twitching a bit. "So, what do you want to do?" he asked. "I'm not sure, I've never done this before." His hand wrapped around my dick and massaged it a little bit. I followed suit and we both masturbated each other for a while. Then he said, "Let's try something." He rolled me over on my back and got up on his knees, straddling me. Then he laid down on top of me, and pressed his hips into mine, our erections rubbing against each other. He humped me for several minutes, his weight hard to get used to at first, but then perfect. I spread my legs apart and wrapped them around his waist, my hands rubbing along his back, pulling him into me. The tingling, warm feelings grew more and more in my groin, more intense than ever before. He grunted slightly as he thrust his hips into mine faster and faster, until suddenly... "I think I'm gonna have an orgasm," he said, still grunting. His face showed a look of pure glee and desperate pleasure as his orgasm approached. He came, pushing his penis against mine for several seconds. There was just a little bit of jizz, as his dick pulsed and twitched against mine. I was almost there myself, and we were both a little sweaty and breathing hard. His orgasm finished and he collapsed on top of me, causing the air to come out of my lungs with a woosh. "Sorry," he said. "That was amazing. It felt so incredibly good. Did you jizz yet?" "No, I almost did. That felt so good". He smiled and said, "Well then I'll finish you off. His hand reached down and wrapped around my boner, making it even harder than before. "Nice boner," he said. His hand moved up and down on my penis. "I like to start slowly to build excitement," he said. "That feels amazing," was all I could muster. His hand slowly started to move faster and faster, driving me into a frenzy of pleasure and ecstasy. "I'm almost there. Please don't stop!" I said desperately. As my orgasm started, he reached between my legs with his other hand and used two fingers to push just below my balls, stimulating my prostate gland. I cannot describe the feeling that gave me. I grunted and gasped as I dribbled out three spurts of semen. He kept rubbing until all the semen was out, then stopped. "How did you know to do that trick?" I asked him. He grinned. "Practice." ~end of part one~