Be Prepared

I have always been attracted to men, from the first time that I saw a mature boy naked. When I joined the boy Scouts, I enjoyed looking at the older boys in the showers at summer camp, although I was quite self-conscious about being a late bloomer. Sometimes boys would proposition me, but I was too young to know what to do, and I couldn’t imagine why they would be interested in a little guy like me. As I began to mature I switched Boy Scout troops, joining one where the boys were cuter. I knew that some of them were gay.

Billy started walking me home at night after the monthly troop meetings. He lived just a couple of doors away, so I didn’t think anything of it. He was younger than I, but more developed. He was kind of cute, with short wavy black hair, and very friendly.

Around that time I started sucking my own cock. I was able to do it the very first time I tried. I could then, and can now, take more than the dick head in my mouth. Naturally I developed a taste for it. I began to long for another boy’s dick, to take it all, to feel his dick head in my throat, to nuzzle his pubic hair, to taste another boy’s cum.

Every so often our troop would go on weekend camping trips. We slept two to a tent, with the tents all clustered together in one campsite. But one weekend Billy and I set up our tent on a hilltop quite apart from and looking down upon the other tents pitched in the valley. Nobody stopped us. I was fourteen. Billy was twelve. And I was going to have him all alone, where nobody would hear us if we didn’t make too much noise.

It happened in broad daylight. We were lying on opposite sides of the tent, facing each other, when he began to fondle himself, moving his dick into an upright position. Then he began to open his zipper. Naturally I did the same thing. Not a word was spoken. We both knew what we wanted.

At first we just lay there with our zippers open and our white briefs showing. I had never seen another boy’s hard-on before. There it was, perfectly outlined inside his bulging briefs. For me it is a moment frozen in time. Until then I had hoped my homosexual attractions were a phase that I would “grow out of.” For the first time I was happy to be homosexual.

Slowly we unfastened our belts, pulled down our briefs, and exposed our raging, throbbing erections. God, he looked beautiful! It was big, straight, and thick, framed by a lovely bush of black pubic hair. Mine was still developing, and I had almost no hair, but he didn’t seem to mind. He still wanted me. He looked at me with that shy coaxing smile of his, and I moved over to his side of the tent, got into a sixty-nine position, and touched another boy’s cock for the very first time.

I was in heaven, fondling his erect and fully developed penis. We were otherwise fully clothed, but that was fine with me. I was seeing what I wanted to see. And it felt so wonderful to be touched in that way by another boy who found me attractive. As we began to suck each other we started to moan softly, finally breaking the long silence.

After a while I asked him if he wanted to cum in my mouth. To my astonishment, he said that he had never cum before. Such a well endowed boy, and he had never fondled himself to orgasm! And here I was, barely into puberty, in a position to teach him how to do it! But then, I thought, I only learned to do it by blowing myself, which is rather addictive. Once you find out you can do it you don’t want to stop.

I jerked off and came all over the tent, knowing it was the first time Billy had ever seen another boy cum. Then I went back to work on him, stroking his shaft with my lips and tongue, taking it all from time to time, and fondling his balls as I did so. It didn’t take long for him to explode. For the first time I felt another boy’s throbbing, pulsing cock shoot load after load of hot sweet sperm into my hungry mouth. And he got to have his first orgasm while getting a blow job! Of course he moaned very loudly. We both knew this would attract attention, but for the moment we didn’t care.

“Whitest teeth I’ve ever come across,” said Billy. God, he was cute.

All too soon we heard voices outside our tent. Fortunately we had never gotten naked. We quickly pulled our pants up, but when the other boys entered our tent they saw that our flies were open, and they knew very well what we had been doing.

After that Billy and I started to walk each other home from school, and not just from the monthly troop meetings. We would go upstairs to his bedroom or mine, shut the door, and blow each other. He got to see my erection get a little bigger each time, and he got to see my pubic hair grow in. Our parents never suspected a thing. If we had been a boy and a girl we could never have gotten away with closing the bedroom door, but we were two boys. There was no need for sleepovers. We could have each other any time we wanted.

Billy was my steady boyfriend for two years, a rather long time for adolescents of any persuasion. Eventually we both got interested in girls. Billy even got married. My father cut out the newspaper announcement and gave it to me, still not suspecting a thing. But I still have a preference for guys in white briefs, and for big straight thick cocks and black bushy pubic hair, and for making love in the woods. If Billy were to walk into my house right now I would fall to my knees in a heartbeat.