Gay Erotic Stories

Our scout troop had a trip every month of the year. Winters in the Midwest can be painfully cold, however. Even macho boys aren't inclined to spend time camped out in 10 degrees weather no matter how impressive that would seem to the non-campers at school. So, we tried to find locations in the winter that were at least heated for sleeping. One place we returned to each year was the Army national Guard camp north of town. They had large barracks with about 35 single beds lined up on both sides of a long thin building. There was also a separate room off the main building that must have been for the Sergeant. The Patrol leaders usually claimed the Sergeant's quarters and piled many more beds in there than they really needed. It was wall to wall mattress from what I could see. I had no idea why the fathers didn't insist on taking that room, but maybe they wanted to keep an eye on the masses of younger kids. The first year I went on the guard camp trip, I was hardly a patrol leader. So, no special treatment for me! At least nothing I was expecting. I went to bed with all the other boys - several of them were laughing as they read the section of the camping "manual" that provided the only hint that boys were sexual animals - it featured a picture of a kid that was probably 12 standing their with nothing but a bathing suit on. He was posing with his legs spread apart and his arms in a pseudo body builder position. Behind the 12 year old was what looked to be a 18 year old in a similar stance. I'm sure the authors of the manual were quite pleased at the results as you couldn't see how much the 18 year old's dick had grown, yet you still got the general idea that boys get bigger! It was so quaint the way they said you should ask your clergyman about things like masturbation - HA - like maybe the priest would give us tips and techniques!!!!!!!! Anyway, I could flash hard just looking at the bathing suit boys in the manual. Hearing the other guys joking about that page of the manual meant I was definitely sleeping on my stomach that night. I tried to be as quiet as possible while a ground the head of my dick into the flannel of my sleeping bag. I figured reaching down there wasn't an option, but squeezing my butt hard enough to drill my dick into the mattress could be done. The basic idea here was to get enough friction going to motivate things without causing any springs to screech and hopefully not cause any visible movement in the dark room. I had become an expert at this from several months of practice. As long as my hard one was peaking out of the top of my jockeys, I could make sure the really sensitive part was in tight contact with the flannel. Sometimes I would grab the top of the sleeping bag and pull it taught while my toes dug into the bottom. That way you could maintain pressure without actually touching your dick. And after all - you couldn't be doing anything wrong if you weren't actually touching it! I could manage to do about a dozen really hard grinds to get myself ready to pop. After hearing the guys talking about that special page of the manual, it didn't take too long to get close to the squirt point. I stopped long enough to saver it a moment then let it fly - oooohhhhhhhhoohohhhohhhhoh. I always thought I was too quiet for anyone to hear, but when the other guys are only a few feet away..... As usual, I fell into a deep sleep after my messy moment. About two hours later I woke up. It was one of those half sleep things though. I sensed something was going on, but really didn't have a very clear head. I was laying on my back and I barely opened my eyes. Through the slits I could see someone's bare legs next to my bed. Whoever it was had nice muscular quads - later I guessed it was Dirk - captain of the High School swim team and all.... Anyway I'm laying there and all of a sudden there's this warm gooey stuff landing on my cheek. I couldn't believe it! Somebody was squirting a load on me. I didn't know what to do - should I be pissed, should I whack him in the nuts - it was kind of a compliment I guess. I decided to make out like I was still sleeping. WHOever this dude was, he sure was productive! I think I counted about 7 loads that each made a little plopping noise as they hit the floor, my pillow, and my face. A little bit of it slipped onto my lips and started seeping into my mouth. This fake sleeping thing was not going to work if that continued. That salty slimy taste was now getting all over my tongue. I moved a little bit and Mr. Multi-wads took off. My little baptgizm felt good after a bit and I actually stuck my tongue out and licked off some of the special sauce. I fell back asleep without even wiping off the midnight squirt I had received. The next morning I had nice little crunchies stuck to my cheek. I pulled it off - hopefully no one had awoken before me and saw the results of previous night's "activities." Of course, that was just Friday night....