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Date: Wed, 3 Sep 2014 04:52:57 -0700
From: Sven Svensson <swedishjockboyxxx@yahoo.com>
Subject: RANDY AND EDDIE

Sneaky Blowjob at Scout Camp

This is a story about two preteen boys at camp.  If that's not your cup of
tea, read something else.

Eddie was having a dream, a wonderful dream.  He was swimming in warm, warm
water that surrounded him.  He was naked, which surprised him, because he
couldn't remember ever having gone skinny dipping.  It didn't matter,
though, because the water was caressing his whole body, but particularly
his dick.  Eddie realized that he had a boner in the water, and the warm,
wet feeling on it was feeling so very nice.  He also realized that he was
underwater, but he could still breathe.  How odd!

The sloshing rush of water made him feel better and better, and then he
knew that he couldn't hold out any longer.  He looked down between his legs
and watched as the sperm shot out into the water and floated away like tiny
pearls.  There wasn't all that much of it, of course.  Eddie was only
twelve, and his balls had started to produce cum only a few weeks before
(surprising the boy as he masturbated in bed, expecting to get the same
great, but dry feeling that whacking off always produced).  This orgasm in
the water, though, was beyond anything Eddie had ever experienced.  It was
so awesome, the warmth of the liquid surrounding him and caressing him and
loving him in the sexiest way he could ever have imagined.

And then, suddenly, he was back on shore.  He could feel a cool breeze on
his genitals.  And then the dream was gone.  Eddie slept on.

Randy carefully pulled Eddie's tighty-whities, which had been hooked under
his balls, back into place and sat up.  Ten minutes earlier, his heart
pounding, he had lain in his sleeping bag waiting for his friend to fall
asleep.  The two boys were at Boy Scout camp, deep in the woods and amidst
nearly 100 youngsters who took full advantage of a week during which they
could run, jump, swim, go horseback riding, and take part in all of the
activities that the Boy Scouts provide.  There were merit badges to earn,
there were friendships to form.  It was great.

Randy, like Eddie, was twelve years old, but unlike Eddie, he was still
running dry between the legs.  He had known how to masturbate for several
years, fiddling around inside his shorts one summer day while reading a
Hardy Boys mystery and realizing that gee, it really felt good to have his
hand on his wiener, which was suddenly hard, like it sometimes was when he
got up in the morning.  He continued to fiddle and rub and caress, and
after a few minutes, the book fell to the floor and without even taking his
shorts off, Randy had his first-ever orgasm.  He lay there on his bed
amazed at what had just happened.  He had never felt anything like it
before � it was as if his whole body had suddenly caught on fire, but in
a wonderful way.  Could he get his wiener to do the same thing again?  Sure
he could.  From that day forward, Randy was a sworn masturbator, a boy with
the secret knowledge that he could pleasure himself into nirvana anytime he
wanted.

That fall, Randy entered the fourth grade, and for the first time gym class
involved taking a shower afterward.  For the first time, Randy, who was an
only child in his family, found himself naked with lots of other naked
boys, and for the first time he realized that he really liked looking at
other boys' penises.  Some were bigger, some were smaller.  Randy
particularly enjoyed Fridays, when gym class was the last class of the day
not just for the fourth grade, but also the eighth grade.  The
eight-graders and fourth-graders did different things during gym class, but
afterward they all gathered in the cavernous locker room, and they all
padded into the showers.  The eighth-graders � wow, some of them had big
cocks!  Not huge, those boys were 13, but they had hair around their dicks,
and their balls were bigger, too.  Randy instinctively knew that he wasn't
supposed to stare between anyone's legs, so he quickly learned to look
without looking, but he seared images of naked teenagers into his brain and
brought them up like a slideshow when he was in his bed at home and with
his hands between his legs.  From chatter at school, Randy soon figured out
that he was a gay boy.  The way in which some of the boys treated a
classmate called Alex, who was small and shy and always with his hand up
when the teacher had a question � calling him a faggot and pushing him
around � made Randy understand that the fact that he liked looking at
naked boys and not at naked girls was something that he must keep to
himself.  He felt bad for Alex and sometimes played ball with him or rode
bikes with him after school, when the toughs weren't looking.  It never
occurred to him to ask Alex whether Alex, too, liked to jerk off and think
sexy thoughts about other boys.

And so Randy grew, and so he found himself at Boy Scout camp.  He had
missed camp the year before, because he had had measles, and Eddie, who was
his best friend, had come back bubbling about what an awesome experience it
had been.  So this year Randy had been looking forward to camp all spring
long.  He and Eddie made sure to sign up for the same tent, they sat next
to each other at mealtimes, they went swimming and horseback riding
together, and they were together pretty much all the time that they were
awake, just like BFFs are supposed to be.

It was midway through the week, and Randy hadn't jacked off the whole time.
He wasn't sure that he could do that without making noise, and he didn't
know whether Eddie would be interested in that.  Nothing his friend had
ever said or done suggested that he was interested in boys and their
equipment like he was.  But this evening, as they had brushed their teeth
and washed up, it had occurred to Randy that he really wanted to see
Eddie's dick, which he had never done.  He and Eddie were in parallel
classes at school and didn't have gym together, and at camp Eddie just
stripped down to his underwear before crawling into his sleeping bag.

And so Randy lay in his own sleeping bag waiting for his best friend's
breathing to show that he was asleep.  Then he crawled out of his own bag
and over to Eddie's on the other side of the tent.  His heart pounding
fiercely, he quietly unzipped the bag and stuck his hand inside.  He moved
it forward very carefully until his fingertips touched cloth.  Eddie's
underwear!  Randy raised his hand a bit higher and a bit forward again, and
the palm of his hand landed on the front of Eddie's shorts.  Underneath was
what Randy had been looking for.  He could feel his friend's penis under
the soft cloth.  Randy left his hand there for a moment, his own cock
painfully hard in his own underwear.  He thought about going back to his
own sleeping bag with just the feel of Eddie's prick in his memory, but he
couldn't.  Every nerve tingling fiercely, he slipped his hand under the
waistband of Eddie's tighty-whities, and then, for the first time in his
life, Randy touched another boy's penis.  It felt warm and silky.  And
then, much to Randy's surprise, it began to swell and grow harder under his
fingers.  Oh, wow!  Eddie was getting a boner!  It didn't take but a couple
of seconds, and the dick Randy was holding was fully erect.  Randy just had
to see it.  There was some light in the tent, because the area outside was
floodlit to keep bears away, and the tent had a mesh window that could be
zipped up if there was rain.  And so Randy unzipped Eddie's sleeping bag a
little bit more and raised it up.  He could see Eddie's underwear and the
outline of his own hand inside it.  It took a little bit of maneuvering,
but Randy managed to pull the front of his friend's shorts down and under
his balls.  Finally he could see Eddie's tool, and it was a boner!  Randy's
brain registered that there were a few hairs curling around Eddie's cock
and understood that his friend had gone through puberty before him.  That
wasn't something they ever discussed.

Randy could feel Eddie's erection pulsing in his fingers.  He gave it a
couple of experimental rubs and thought that it swelled a little bit
thicker.  And then, before he lost his nerve, Randy stuck his head inside
Eddie's sleeping bag and took his friend's dick into his mouth.  Whatever
Randy knew about blowjobs at the age of twelve came from vulgar jokes that
some of the kids at school told.  It was all theory.  He started to gently
suckle on the boner that was in his mouth, reveling in the feeling of
having it on his tongue.  He was sweating bullets, his head inside the
sleeping bag, but Randy wouldn't have traded this experience for all the
money in the world.  He was actually sucking a cock!

And then Eddie gave a little sigh in his sleep, and Randy felt warm liquid
seeping out and then spraying out into his mouth.  Eddie was cumming!
Randy didn't move as the boner swelled and throbbed in his mouth, and when
he felt no more liquid coming out, he swallowed every drop of it.  And then
Randy carefully pulled Eddie's tighty-whities, which had been hooked under
his balls, back into place and sat up.  He zipped Eddie's sleeping bag back
up and returned to his own one.  Randy didn't even crawl inside his bag, he
just lay down on it, yanked his shorts off, and masturbated passionately,
Eddie's cum so sweet down the back of his throat.  He had touched Eddie's
dick!  He had sucked Eddie's dick!  Eddie had cum in his mouth, in his
mouth, in his mooooooooooooooooooooooooooouth ... and Randy clenched his
teeth to keep from howling to the moon when the orgasm cascaded into him
and knocked him for a loop and then another loop and another.

And it was only then that he realized that his stomach was wet.  He touched
the liquid, and it was warm.  He put his fingers to his tongue, and it was
cum.  First-time ever cum.  Randy couldn't believe it.  Just that morning
he had still had empty balls, and now he had sucked another boy's boner and
gotten cum himself.  Life was good.  Randy didn't even bother to put his
underwear back on, he just crawled into his sleeping bag, rolled over, and
was asleep in minutes.