Bare in the woods

Well, you can't do what I had been doing without getting something of a reputation. Yeah, the whispered word was that I was a cockhound. I was being as discreet as I could. Also, the sources of cock were drying up. Steve and Don had both left the troop. I was getting older and felt that certain boys weren't pursuable. I knew I could get in trouble.

So on this one camping trip, there were a bunch of us who had spread our bags under an overhanging rock. It was a cool place to camp and I'm sure many had done this before. I knew that I had absolutely no prospects. Nothing had put a lock on my cock like putting me in a leadership position. Let me see. There was the priggish kid who went to Catholic school. The scoutmaster's son.

I still needed to cum (not that any of the sexual activity I was engaging in at that time lead to orgasm). On the pretext of going to pee, I went off into the woods, found a secluded area, and beat off. I unzipped and whipped out my cock. My age and need got me hard pretty quickly. I stroked my cock until I came, white splotches of cum spattering the dead leaves at my feet. I could hear the cum hit them.

Once I was done, "restored to decorum," as I thought of it, I cleaned up, kicking over the leaves to hide the evidence of what I had done. I had become pretty good at the discreet jackoff in the woods, although a couple members of my troop (the two Dons) liked to spy on other guys. I know that the younger Don did once spy on me when I was jacking off.

So I'm zipped up and walking back to the encampment. It's a lovely spring day and now that I won't be getting a hardon, maybe I'll kick back and do some reading. When I get there,

Only one guy was there, Lance, a new member of the troop. New, but joined late, so he was 15 to my 17. He was a lean guy with longish hair (hey, it was the lat 70s) and he always wore a shell necklace. At the moment, that's all he had on. He was lying naked on his sleeping bag. If my load had been in my balls instead of seeping into the soil, I probably would have got hard.

"Nice weather for lying out nude," I said.

I grabbed a book from my backpack and got on my sleeping bag. I was playing this cool.

"The other guys said you'd try to do something with me if I was naked."

"Did they?" Was this an invitation or a trap? Did he want the senior patrol leader to blow him or was I going to become an outcast?

He was going to have to do the work on this one. He was going to have to make a play for me. His stomach remained pressed to the sleeping bag. No cock display. Also, this wasn't the best play to play with cocks. If someone came back, we'd be seen. No tent to hide us.

"It is a great day to just enjoy the breeze," I said. "I think I'll join you."

I stripped off my clothes and lay naked on my sleeping bag. I grabbed my book and went back to reading. It really did feel nice with the sun glancing down and the gentle breeze. This was my first experience being naked outside. I liked it.

He never tried to escalate things. I never tried to escalate things. I was enjoying my book. And when everyone else came back, as I knew they eventually would, the two of us were just relaxing in the nude.