The Wicked Ambush

Some stories on here remind me of something that happened when I was a little kid. I was a city boy, never been camping or fishing or out into the boonies. Friend of mine invited me to go on a camp-out with a boys club from his church. I was nine which was the lowest age you could get into that group.

During the day, we went to a private landing on a lake. Something I didn't expect, there were no restrooms, none at all. After we had been there for a while I needed to pee real bad. I asked my friend about bathrooms. There were some bigger boys with us, teenagers that were supposed to sort of mentor us little guys. My friend asked one of the big guys where do we Pee? He said to just go into the bushes and pee on the ground. Believe it or not, I had never done that.

 My friend went with me. We went way into the trees for privacy. I think we were halfway embarrassed about what we were going to do, and scared too. Exposing our privates in such a wild setting, and having this random direction by these teen boys, was just so crazy to us. We stood a little distance away from each other to get our peters out. I was right in the middle of pissing when there was a god-awful noise that scared me to death. Some of those teenagers had followed us. They snuck up on us and let off a blast from an air horn like you hear at ball games. I pissed all over myself, just really soaked myself. Don't know how I did it, but I soaked my shirt and pants with my own pee, and my underpants too.

The big boys thought that was real funny. They nearly died, falling all over each other and pointing at me. I was trying to get my little dickie back into my wet pants because they were looking at me. I could tell they really enjoyed their trick. A counselor told me to change my clothes. He chewed out the big guys but they still laughed and pointed whenever they saw me. When I needed to pee again I went off without telling anybody and kept a close look for guys trying to ambush me.

Anonymous

Our Scouts Secret

I came across an old photo of me and a friend at Boy Scout camp, a very, very long time ago. The memories of that camp-out came rushing forward and these are the details.

We were barely 13 at the time. I was maybe 3 months older than Wade when we tented together for the first time on a weekend camp-out. Wade and I went to the same school, and were in the same Scout troop. He was blonde and had an Irish sounding last name. 

 By that time I had already developed a pretty much every-night-before-bed wanking habit, and in that tent on the first night I so badly wanted to (or needed to) jerk myself off. But crappers I wasn’t alone. So then after lights-out, Wade struck up a quiet conversation with me about girls, and which ones in school that we thought were cute. I hinted at it until eventually Wade admitted that he, too sometimes “did things” to relieve himself when he got too horny.  We ended up deciding that we were both too horny to be able to get to sleep, and it would be okay if we each took care of ourselves in the tent together. And of course in our special Scouts Honor, this is something we’d never tell anybody else that we each did it together in the tent.

 

Like a V-Twin we were pumping ourselves separately inside our sleeping bags. It was feeling  great, but then I said to him that I didn’t want to get “that stuff” onto the inside of my bag. Maybe I should unzip it and go with-it.  He said that was okay with him. So I was the first to expose my bare erect penis. I started stroking it clearly in his view if he wanted to see it. Pretty soon he said that he didn’t want to get “that stuff” in the inside of his sleeping bag either, so he opened up his sleeping bag too.

 Now I act like I've got my eyes to myself, but I was actually doing everything I could to watch him yanking his stiff peter. I started getting real close. I ask him to watch me cum so he could see if I accidentally squirted any onto my sleeping bag. So as I got very close, he stopped and kneeled over me to watch where my cum landed. I had a fantastic cum. He told me he didn’t see any of it go astray, but commented that I had shot some of it several inches above my belly button. I wiped-up with tissues, then I offered to watch him when, to make sure none landed on his sleeping bag either. He snickered and said well sure, but he never shot above his navel, but I should watch for sleeping bag splatter. He had a terrific cum, too.

The next night, we were both pretty much okay with doing it together again, but he asked me if I wanted to compare our dicks and then have a contest to see who shoots the farthest. I agreed to both. This was my first discovery at how different boy’s cocks and erect penises can look. His shaft was quite a bit thinner than mine and his erection pointed almost straight out when he was kneeling in the tent. My shaft was a lot fatter than his, and when stiff pointed almost straight up. But his glans looked like a huge knob on the end of his thin shaft, where my glans was not tat all much wider than my shaft. Also, his testicles seemed to hang down a lot lower than mine, it seemed like his scrotum was a lot bigger than mine. Mysteriously, we both decided it was okay to feel each other’s penis, because  they looked so different, we should know if they felt different too.

 

We both wanked ourselves that second night, too, but we spent a lot of time intentionally watching each other jerking off. I let him cum first that night, since I came first the night before.

Sunday morning, as we were taking our tent down, he quietly asked me if I agreed we were never going to ever tell anyone about “doin- it" together” those two times. I assured him I would never tell anyone.

Well, today, I suppose I just broke my Secret Scout's promise. (He and I never wanked together again, but I saw him naked in the shower house many times after that, and I’d always take a look at his junk and think that other than my own and my cousin’s, that was the only other boy’s dick that I had ever seen with an erection and squirting cum. 

The once Silent Scout

The Accidental Show

 
The summer after 6th grade I got invited to a friend's pool party and it was going to be my first boy-girl party, too. I hadn't tried on my old swim trunks and I had grown somewhat so about an hour before the party I tried them on. They were so tight and so faded that they tore when I tried to put them on! My family didn't have much money, and they were the only swim trunks I had. I panicked and I asked my older brother if he'd let me borrow his. His were pretty loose on me but I could tie them tight with the string.

At the party, apparently I did not tie the knot well. Maybe the third time I tried pulling myself out of the pool they slid down to my knees and by the time I was all the way out of the pool they were down to my ankles! Puberty-wide, I was somewhat of an early developer. My thing had already started to grow and I had visible hair around it, too. I was so embarrassed, quickly pulled them back up, and then a friend said to me, "Dude! We all saw your dick! Even all the girls!" I looked around to see they were all pointing at me and giggling, That made me really embarrassed.
 

But it seemed to work out okay for me, in that some girls came up to talk to me that I think would have never spoken to me if this had not happened. I remember two girls came up to me with big smiles, and one said to me, "Your thing is a lot bigger than my brother's thing." Then her friend said to her in kind of a scolding voice, "Kathy, your brother is 9 years old!" So everybody seeing my dick turned out to be sort of an ice breaker for all of us. For a moment that day, I guess I was "big man" on campus! 

 

Anonymous