‘THE BOY DAVID’ Part one

It was later in the day that we were swimming when I chanced upon him on his own lying half in and half out of the water. He was lying back lazily and I swam up and lay beside him.
“You OK?” I asked as he looked somewhat tired.
“I’m not sure,” he answered, “Last night, did I really do what they all said I did?”
“Well I wasn’t there all the time,” I replied, “but you were well out of it and they were trying to stop you going for a swim when you all woke me up. That’s when I said I’d get you to bed, cos’ they were going to tie you up to stop you actually trying to jump in the lake.”
“Did I do anything else?” he asked, a concerned note in his voice.
“Why?” I replied, feeling tense wondering was he finally remembering what I had done to him.
“Well,” he said slowly, “I, look I don’t want to appear daft,” he added, genuine concern on his face, “and please, please don’t tell anyone else this but something is wrong with my dick.”
“Your dick,” I exclaimed more worried than before.
“Yes look,” he said, sitting up and exposing his genitals to me.
I looked. He was right, his knob end was red and looked sore. He pulled back his foreskin to show me the pink tip, only it wasn’t pink, it was a sore looking reddish colour. I was now worried, had I damaged him in any way. I did not know if in making him come so many times that quickly I had caused his current discomfort. Unable to stop myself I reached out and touched his cock, taking it from his hand.
“It does look sore,” I said, staring at it intently and manipulating the foreskin gently. To my surprise it began to thicken in my hand and Ollie embarrassed pulled my hand away.
“Sorry,” he said, “I didn’t expect it to do that. It does feel sore though.”
“Better let Bob or one of the other’s have a look,” I told him revelling in the sight of his semi erection. Whatever was wrong it didn’t seem like it was anything I had done.
“I suppose your right,” he said lying back in the water his cock throbbing just slightly across his stomach and added, “thanks for last night.”
“That’s OK,” I said lying back so that I could watch his cock pulse, thinking “Thank you for last night as well.” In my mind’s eye all I could see was his cock, spunking and spunking. Quickly I moved away before he could see my cock thickening.
Later that evening he called me over and we went round the back oft the tent where we would not be disturbed.
“I saw Bob,” he said, “you know about my knob.”
I nodded my enquiry.
“Its OK,” he said relieved, “He thinks that I’ve rubbed up against some poison ivy or something like that. He’s given me some ointment,” and showed me a tube of something.
Ever anxious to please I asked, “Do you want me to rub it on for you. Make sure it goes in all the right places?”
At first he looked at me a little oddly and then said, “Perhaps it would be better. It seems to hurt more when I touch it. OK we’ll give it a go.”
Without further ado he slipped down his shorts and handed me the tube. Carefully I spread some of the clear ointment on my finger and began to work it into the reddish part of his cock. As before it began to thicken and eventually with some careful un-obvious stroking I got him fully erect. Embarrassed as he was, at what his cock was doing, Ollie let me rub the ointment in for a few minutes until reluctantly he turned away.
“I think that will do for now,” he said pulling his shorts up and easing his cock inside, and added, “I have to put it on three times a day.”
“Don’t worry,” I said, “I’ll help.”
“You won’t,” he cleared his throat nervously, “you won’t tell anyone about this. Only the other’s might think we were doing something else and I,”
I stopped him, “Doing what?” I asked innocently.
He gave me a sideways glance, “Nothing,” he said, “nothing. Come on let’s get back to work.”
Over the next three days I diligently rubbed his ointment in three times daily, each time he became erect and we took longer and longer over his treatment, especially the bedtime session, after which I noticed he had to leave the tent to ‘finish himself off’. I tried to follow him out once but he made it clear he did not want me around so I gave up trying.
The last session he let me go on longer, “That’s the last of the ointment, he said, as I began to rub him, “and it seems to have cleared up,” he added reluctantly, “I won’t need to get any more,” he remarked in a wistful tone.
“I’d better give it a good rub then,” I said, “make sure it all goes in.”
He sighed and lay beside me belly to belly so that the others in the tent could not see what we were doing. I manipulated his cock as before only this time he did not stop me.
We were both pyjama clad, for which I was grateful as they hid my own throbbing organ. His cock and balls were completely outside his fly and I massaged his balls with one hand whilst I worked his cock. His breathing became harder and his eyes were half-closed, there was a strange gleam in them.
“Mustn’t, mustn’t, wrong,” he was whispering slowly and then he breathed a throaty, “Aaaahh” as he ejaculated.
He lay slumped against me as I worked the last of his spunk out of his cock and then we lay still for a few minutes. I could feel the pool of cooling semen spreading on the rubber groundsheet between us. Suddenly Ollie started and muttering something about ‘clearing up’, produced a handkerchief and rubbed at the ground between us. Without saying another word we turned away from each other and got into our sleeping bags.
The next morning Ollie was a little distant and it was not until breakfast was over and cleared away and the rest of the Patrol sent away to get water and wood that he brought me into the tent.
“Look about last night,” he said uncomfortably.
“Is anything wrong?” I said reaching for his fly and trying to undo it, “has the soreness come back, do you need to…..?”
He pulled away as I freed his cock from its confinement. He lay back his cock already hardening, “Bloody thing,” he said, “it’s always getting…,” he looked at me, “it’s you,” he said, a look of wonder on his face, “you make it do this. Look at it.”
I needed no further invitation. “Looks a bit red to me,” I said reaching for it and almost managing to touch it, “perhaps you do need some more ointment.”
“No,” said Ollie, pushing my hand away, “that’s enough. I should not have let you…..,” he was lost for words for a moment, “..er ..help,” he finished lamely, “your too young to understand,” he ended.
We sat there for a short time and gradually his cock went down. “That’s it,” he said, “that’s it, it’s finished,” then looking at me he said, “Come on, we’ve work to do.” He zipped up his shorts and out we went.
For the next few days nothing untoward happened. Then in the afternoon after a very hot hardworking day we were relaxing in the lake. Ollie was once again on his own in the hollow and I carefully swam up beside him. He lay relaxed slowly opening his eyes as I nudged in beside him.
“Oh it’s you,” he said sleepily, “and look, look what’s happening,” he pointed with a finger out of water.
I looked down to see his cock slowly thickening until it was pointing hard across his belly. I lay beside him and sensing his need put out my hand and began to stroke his gently pulsating cock. He looked at me with semi-lidded eyes and I heard the smallest of sighs as I stroked his cock. We lay there for some ten minutes, watching the others playing in the lake until at last, reluctantly he took my hand of his cock.
“Enough,” he said, “I’ll see Bob and get some more ointment for tonight. Now go and join the others.”
I giggled, “Do you need any ointment?” I said, “perhaps you just need the massage.”
Ollie looked at me through his thinned eyes, “You may be right.” he said, “we’ll see,”
Disappointment however was to follow. After lunch Bob announced that the Patrol Leaders were to go on a night hike and would spend the next day recovering, this would give the Patrol Seconds a chance to run things and give the Patrol Leaders something different to do. The end of camp was also nigh and we had but three nights left. That night I tossed myself to sleep wondering if Ollie was doing the same.
The next night we had a massive Campfire with songs and stunts and a feast and by the time the Patrol Leaders came to bed, the rest of us were well into the land of nod, try as I might I was unable to keep awake. Ollie did not make any attempt to wake me.
Morning again came and it seemed nothing was going to happen. I kept looking at Ollie but he was too busy organising the clean up of the site before we struck camp the next day. It was not until after lunch when we were lying down for our usual hour after eating that Ollie asked me to follow him into the wood. We walked into the wood until we reached a copse with a sunny spot. Ollie sat down on a tree root. I knelt between his open legs.
“It’s no good,” he said, “it doesn’t’ matter what I do, or what I think you still make it happen whenever I am close to you. Even last night lying beside you I could not get comfortable. Go on,” he said, “go on, do it.”
Eagerly I eased his hard cock from his shorts and in no time he was shooting his sperm across my hands on onto my chest. I knew however that there was more to come and I lay between his legs, stroking his limp cock until it once again got hard. This time I managed to get him to come across my face and bent down to wipe the last few dribbles into my cheeks. He lay back against the tree, sated.
We did not speak on our way back to camp.
That night our last night, I was again summoned by Mark to help them get a yet again drunk Ollie back to the tent. He was holding onto a tree, weaving slightly and his shorts were down around his ankles.
“We can’t do a thing with him,” said Mark, nodding at the others ranged around him, “he keeps asking for you to come and take care of him. I’ve never known anyone else get like that on scrumpy. Never again. Can you take him from here, we want to get some sleep before breaking camp?” he added.
“I’ll see to him,” I said watching the others move off.
Quickly I helped Ollie remove the rest of his clothing and folding it into bundle walked the naked boy towards the campsite. We sat in the middle of the site, by the communal fire and I tossed him there, his spunk flying into the embers of the dying fire. Back in the tent he came twice over my face and I did the same to him twice. In the morning he let me stroke his cock until it was time to get up and after that we worked hard finishing the camp strike.
In those days we did not have the luxury of cars so we went back in the back of the lorry along with the equipment. Once it was all stored, we made ourselves places to sit or lie for the journey home. Usually the Patrol Leaders sat together and the others sat or lay in groups of friends or patrol members.
After about twenty minutes into the journey Mark pulled me into the Patrol Leader corner.
“He’s gone off again,” he said, “he’s lying in the back there on the tents. I think he’s pissed again. He’s calling for you, can you see if you can do anything for him or with him. If he’s going to be sick, get him off the tents he’ll ruin them.”
I crawled into the back where Ollie lay lounged over a pile of packed tents. He was in a similar state to the previous times, he’d obviously not got rid of the alcohol in the short time he’d had to sleep and the leisure of the journey had allowed the drink to work itself back into his system. Carefully I slid in beside him and undid his shorts; he was now wearing underwear so I had to work his knickers down as well. He lay back happily as I stroked his cock.
He came three times before we finally finished our journey, spunking into the back of the lorry whilst the Troop laughed and giggled and sang its way home. I came twice, covering his slimy cock with my own sperm and wishing the journey would go on forever.
When we got to the end Mark said, “I don’t know what you do or did to keep him quiet but thanks, its behaviour like his that can ruin things for others. He’ll keep away from scrumpy now. I made sure he didn’t bring any back. Thanks.”
Once we had unloaded we joined our parents who had come to take us home. I noticed that Mark made sure that Ollie got home safe, his parents were away and not due back till late evening so Ollie was staying with him. It would also give him a chance to sober him up. I wanted to say goodbye but didn’t get the chance.
The next morning we were back at the hut to get everything unpacked and cleaned and put away, ready for the next camp. Ollie was there but we were on different duties and our paths didn’t cross until tea break, even then we didn’t speak, just nodded and stayed with our peer groups. When it was time for me to go, there was no sign of him so I left the hut alone.
He was waiting for me outside, by one of the thick trees that lined the path to the hut. He turned and I followed him into the scrubland wilderness that sided the fence to our property. He entered a hollow which was known to be used by the smokers and stood still. Again I found myself standing before him.
“I don’t know what or how you do what you do but this is the last time. Is that clear?” he was quietly assured.
I nodded. He began to undress, waving me aside when I moved to help him. Finally all he was wearing was his underpants, which tented heavily where his cock strained to get through. I noticed there was a wet patch on his knickers where the tip of his cock was leaking. He nodded to me.
Carefully I eased his underpants down and he stepped out of them. I began to stroke his thickening, glistening cock as he stood there naked and fully aware, there was no scrumpy, no camp freedom, just lust. As before his orgasm was quick and heavy and his sperm coated my hand with a thick layer of man-cream.
For his second orgasm, we lay on his and my clothes so that we were comfortable when he ejaculated over my face, this time rubbing his own cock against my cheeks and lips. His third coming was into my groin where he coated my spurting cock with his own juice, we orgasmed within microseconds of each other.
Finally he led me back to the hut, our clothes in bundles and for the last time came on my face and down my chest, dripping onto my own once again spasming, sperming cock. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me gently on the lips. I slowly helped him to dress and for the last time, after kissing his still semen coated cock slipped it back inside his trousers and zipped him up.