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I went to a boy’s school in a big city in Northern England. Every spring, for the half-term week in late May, most of the younger boys would go on school camps into the surrounding countryside. There would be about fifty or so boys on each camp, sleeping in big round bell tents, plus a few teachers and a couple of sixth formers to help out. When I was in the sixth form, I volunteered to help out on a third-form camp just outside a village in the Yorkshire Dales. It was good fun - I got along well with the lads, more of a big brother than an authority figure. I had their respect, being captain of the school rugby team. I already knew a few of them quite well, having helped out with coaching. A couple of days into the camp, I'd been given the job of bringing up the rear on the return leg of a long hike. There was just me and a handful of boys. It was a hot day and it didn't take much persuading from the boys for me to call in at the village store and buy a few cans of lager. While I was there, I also bought a bottle of vodka and some cigarettes. We drank the lager on the corner of the village green, and hatched a plot to have the vodka and cigarettes after lights-out that night. Once I saw that the teachers had gone into their tent for the night, I left my own tent and sneaked over to one of the big tents. There were six of them inside. It was a warm night and they were all still in shorts and t-shirts, sitting round in a circle waiting for me. I passed around the vodka and cigarettes, and one of lads, Max, got a pack of cards out and we started to play poker by torchlight. We had to be very quiet, as the teachers' tent wasn't far away. After a while I wanted to piss and left the tent, and Max followed me. We both stood pissing against a high dry stone wall. We started playing around, seeing who could piss furthest up the wall. I won easily and was still pissing when Max had finished. But he was still holding his dick out of his pants, and was staring at mine with a big grin on his face. I laughed, and when I finished I waved my dick around right in front of his face. He grinned even more. Back in the tent, a card game had just finished and the other boys were talking about what to do next. It was Max who suggested strip poker and the rest agreed, saying it would be good for a laugh. As we weren't wearing that much to begin with, it wasn't long before there were a few of us down to our underpants. Then a lad called Steve, a small wiry lad with dark hair, lost a round. He stood up and pulled his white underpants down round his ankles. We all gave a quiet cheer. Max shone his torch, like a spotlight, onto Steve's dick and was softly whistling the theme from 'The Stripper'. Steve started wiggling his hips and posing like a stripper. He was more developed than I'd expected, having a full black crop of pubic hair, quite a long pendulous dick and low-hanging hairy testicles, which swung from side to side as he gyrated his hips. I could feel myself getting a hard-on. We continued the game. The next to lose a round was Tom, a quiet, slightly podgy blond-haired boy who'd been sitting in the corner, not saying much. He blushed and wrapped his arms round his knees and at first refused to take off his purple patterned boxer shorts. Eventually, he edged them off, but kept his knees raised in front of him to hide his genitals. Then John, who was next to him, leaned over and shone his torch into Tom's lap. "Hah, Tommo's got a stiffy! Tommo's got a great big stiffy", he whispered loudly. A couple of the other kids started laughing at Tom and he began to look upset, so I thought I'd come to his aid. "So what's wrong with having a stiffy," I said, "it's the most natural thing in the world. I bet Tom's got a bigger stiffy than you could ever have!" The other kids quieted down and Tom relaxed, smiling. He lowered his knees and showed off his erect penis and his small fair crop of pubes. He even pulled back his foreskin to reveal a throbbing dark red head. Max again shone his spotlight, his other hand down the front of his underpants, and said, "Whewee! What a whopper! What a great big gorgeous whopper!" He turned and smiled at me, cast a glance down to the increasing bulge in my red briefs, and caught his breath. Next to lose a round was John, a tall skinny lad with floppy brown hair. He stood up and turned away before quickly taking his white Marks and Spencer undies off. As he was taking them down, Mark, who was next to him, drew our attention to the dark brown skid marks on John's pants. Everyone laughed, including John, who liked the attention, and went even further by leaning over and mooning at the rest of us. Mark shone his torch right onto John's arse, so we could see his little pink not very well cleaned anus. Then John turned round and started playing with his dick in front of us. He was relatively immature - there were just the beginnings of pubic hair at the base of his penis. His dick was small and white, definitely that of a young boy. But his scrotum had begun to enlarge, and his chest muscles were beginning to develop. He was like a flower just beginning to blossom. In the next round I got a two and a three, and a quiet cheer went round the tent, as it was finally my turn to get naked. By now my dick was rock hard and bursting out of my briefs. Lying on my back in the middle of the circle, I slowly pulled them off. Then I parted my legs wide, giving a first class view of my hairy arse, balls and crotch, my stiff erection plain for all to see. Seeing this, the others crowded round, shining their torches excitedly into my crotch. The strip poker was abandoned, and Max, standing right over my head, let his underpants drop to his ankles. His beautifully shaped young dick, set between a neat crop of pubic hair and bulging testicles, was firmly erect. The end was covered by his foreskin, which was in turn covered in shiny pre-cum. It was Tom who was the first to start wanking. He was standing over me, rubbing his dick between both hands, like a boy scout makes fire. He was going at it so hard that it was beginning to look red and sore. I decided it was time to teach them a thing or two. "OK, lads," I said, "how about some wanking lessons?" Before long, all of us were sitting in a circle, on sleeping bags and cushions. Everyone was now naked and I got them all to sit with their legs wide apart so I could see them clearly. Max was on one side of me, John on the other. John's friend, KC, was next to him on the other side. He was really young looking, having just the slightest bum fluff for pubic hair. I started wanking slowly with my right hand. I told them how to build up slowly. I showed them to stop every so often, just lightly touching the glands to heighten the sensation, or cupping my balls in my hand. I showed them how to stick their fingers up their assholes and finding the pleasure spot. If any of them started wanking really fast, I told them to slow down, take it easy, and relax. The tent was quiet. Everyone was just steadily masturbating, usually watching me, following my lead, and sometimes looking at each other. John had never cum before, but it was obvious that he was enjoying himself very much. He was lying very close to me, his head resting on my shoulder and his left hand resting on my stomach. Occasionally he would feel round and run his fingers through my pubic hair. While he was doing this, his girlish voice starting gasping in pleasure and he was taking deep, noisy breaths. Everyone looked, and tried to shush him, afraid that one of the teachers would wake up, but he just carried on. I put a finger over his mouth, but he just got louder and louder. There was only one thing for it - I turned over and lowered my body onto his, placing my mouth over his. His little erection was pressed against my nine-inch dick. His wispy young pubes entwined with my thick bush. I could feel his smooth young body writhe against my hairy chest. But most of all I was aware of his lips, his blond wispy moustache hairs, his young upturned nose and his thick eyelashes. Then his body stiffened as if electricity was running through it. I could feel the pleasure course through him, pulsating; I could feel his orgasm in myself. At the moment of climax, he was quiet, as if the pleasure was beyond words. Then I felt a spurt of hot liquid below my navel, and John lay back, relaxed. I let him go and rolled back over. The other boys had all come closer for a better view. "Wow, is that John's spunk or yours?" "It's John's,” I whispered. "Wow, John's spunked up! Well done, Johnny boy, first time!" John was still recovering, his hand on my thigh, his childlike face peaceful and satisfied, his dark eyes shining gratefully under the moonlit canvas. I kissed his forehead. Meanwhile Max was wanting my attention. I took his hand and placed it on my dick and told him to start wanking gently. He re-positioned himself so that his knees were either side of my head and his smooth white buttocks were suspended a few inches above my face. He began wanking me, as I'd taught, gently, slowly. I raised my head and started to kiss his arse, still marked with pink impressions where he'd been sitting on a zip. Then KC came and kneeled behind Max, his prepubescent genitals thrust toward me. I worked them up gently, with my hands, into an erection, enjoying the silky hairlessness of his pubes and scrotum. I lowered his hips till he was sitting on me, my face buried in the cleft of his bottom. He sat there contentedly for a couple of minutes until Max, seeing this, ushered him away and placed his buttocks in the same place. I ran my tongue through his anal hair, enjoying the more musky taste of his hormone-laden sweat. Then Tom and Mark started to get in on the action. Mark started wanking Max, and Tom was reaching his hand under my arse, poking round to find my anus. I opened my legs wider to help him and he thrust his forefinger deep inside, playfully wiggling it until he could see the waves of pleasure on my face. He was wanking himself with the other hand. We continued like this for a few minutes - Max, me, Tom, Steve and Mark. KC and John were enjoying the view. The four of us were getting close to orgasm when Max took the initiative. He moved himself forward and, with my throbbing penis in one hand, guided it between his buttocks. I rubbed it in spit and then enjoyed the feel of it as it slid into Max's rear. He started rocking to and fro, gently at first, then faster. Tom and Mark were kneeling over me. I noticed the liquid sounds of their masturbation and, though I still had the taste of Max's arse, and one or two of his anal hairs in my mouth, I could the almost baby like youth of their crotches, their pre-cum. Soon Steve joined them and I started to delve my forefinger into his anus. Steve, Tom and Mark came in quick succession onto my stomach and chest and I could feel myself cumming too. When KC came back into the scene, and gently lowered his young hairless bum, as before, onto my face, I started licking round his anus and my whole lower body filled with ecstatic pleasure. Max sensed this and clenched his anus tighter round my dick, moving his arse up and down in a rhythmic crescendo. Then it felt like my balls were emptying an ocean of cum. I could feel it thundering through the inside of my penis like a tidal wave. And then it emptied, like a dam burst, filling his tender young rectum with hot, thick white fluid. He leaned back onto my body, onto the pools of the others' spunk, and it was as if the tidal wave of semen, and of almost unbearable pleasure, had thundered seamlessly from my body into his very being. It exploded him into ecstasy. A fountain of semen, spurt after spurt, of thick white fluid, came in jets from his beautiful throbbing erect penis. It went in all directions, some hitting the canvas six feet above, some landing in someone's camping mug, some on KC's hair and some on Tom's eyebrow. I reached over, wiped this off with my finger and put it on my lips. Max then turned his head, smiled his wide grin, and acknowledged the hushed applause. We kissed long and hard. We all lay back and relaxed. No one wanted to disturb the scene. For all of us, lying there in the middle of a Yorkshire night, it was as if we'd discovered something new, or had ventured into a new, different land. A world of possibility had opened, the possibility of warmth and ecstasy between one boy and another, of boundaries breaking down. We pulled some sleeping bags and blankets over us, Mark, Tom, Steve, John and KC, and Max burying himself in my arms, and slept contentedly together waiting for another day, and another night.