My First Time with a Mature Man (Part II)
My First Time with a Mature Man
Part II: Oral
For an idea of what Mike looked like, the popular Carolina Jim is a very close approximation:
https://xhamster.com/photos/view/610308-9740882.html#content
Background information:
The next morning after Part I, Mike and I did our best to go about things as usual, which must have worked, since no one said anything. I wanted desperately to go shower with him, since the campground had open showers in the bath house, but when I went to grab my clothes and follow him, he stopped me. He said the other youth leader / assistant scoutmaster probably wouldn't allow it, since the Boy Scouts have strict rules about leaders and boys showering together. I responded that we shouldn't have slept next to each other according to the rules, too, but he said that was another reason to avoid suspicion. Although I was disappointed (I really wanted to see him naked), I understood, so waited to shower until later.
That night, however, I refused to miss another opportunity. He was watching TV in his conversion van with the guys, picking it up with the van's antenna. One by one, the other guys all went to bed until it was just the two of us and I moved forward to sit next to him. I casually put my hand on his upper inner thigh, which caused him to bolt upward a bit and push my hand away, quickly glancing out the windows saying, "Stop, someone will see with the light from the TV." I slowly looked out the windows myself then told him, "So turn it off." We sat there a few moments in silence before he slowly looked out the windows himself, then stood up and turned the TV off before sitting back down.
The good part:
With the TV off, it was easy to see there was no one outside the van for us to worry about. I put my hand back on his inner thigh and he immediately started breathing heavier, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. I massaged my hand over until it got to his crotch, where I could feel him already starting to get hard again. As I kept massaging his crotch, he lifted his arm and put it around my shoulders, massaging them with one hand while his other hand went to my hand at his crotch, holding it softly by the wrist.
He lifted his head and looked out the windows again before shutting his eyes and laying his head back, saying, "We really shouldn't be doing this." I leaned in and started kissing his neck and said, "I don't want to stop." He laughed a little and said, "Me neither." I started slowly kissing my way down his neck until I got to his shirt and started kissing his chest through the shirt. At that point, he moved both of his hands to my shoulders and held them firmly as I kept moving slowly downward, first to his stomach and then finally to his crotch, where I started gently massaging his balls and hard dick through his shorts with my mouth.
Before I could even suggest it, he brought both his hands to his waist and unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. I sat up eagerly as he lifted himself off the seat, grabbed his shorts and boxers by the waist and shoved them down to his ankles, then sat back down, his proud erection jutting out of his pubes and his balls dangling between his thighs. I started jerking him off with one hand, the other playing with his balls as he kept his eyes fixed on the windows to keep an eye out.
The next thing I knew, he reached forward and cupped a hand on the back of my head and pulled me toward his crotch, where I immediately opened my mouth to take him in. The feel of his soft, warm skin on my tongue and between my lips filled me with ecstasy. This wasn't the first dick I had in my mouth, but it was a man's dick. Even more than that, it was Mike's dick. I had periodically fantasized about this since I had first become good friends with his son two years earlier, but in the months leading up to this camp (when I first noticed his lingering touches I mentioned in Part I), I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Lifting and lowering my head on his stiff cock, I kept one hand at the base and the other cupping his balls, listening to him softly moan above me. Unable to resist any longer, I sat back and opened my own shorts, taking my dick out and stroking it with one hand as the other went back to the base of his cock so I could suck it some more as he placed one hand on my shoulder and the other on the back of my head.
Feeling him start to tense up, I started slurping his dick faster and harder as I started stroking myself faster and harder as well. I could hear his breathing get louder and faster as he started periodically moaning a little louder. He began moaning more consistently before he took his hand off my head and put it at the base of his cock as used the hand on my shoulder to push me away saying, "I'm gonna cum." I leaned back and started furiously rubbing my cock, one hand moving on the shaft and the other pressing against my balls as I saw him press backward against the seat as cum started erupting from his dick. Seeing his white sperm spilling down his shaft and onto his hand was all I needed to give myself a sexual overload and before I knew it, I was releasing my own cum onto the blue carpet of his van.
Each of us relaxed and he grabbed some tissues from a box on the floor to clean ourselves and the carpet. We got our shorts back on and I sat down next to him again, catching my breath. He turned toward me and with a firm voice said, "You can't tell anyone about this." I reflexively laughed and said, "Why would I tell anyone?" He nodded and then said simply, "Just making sure." He then said it would be best if we didn't do anything else like that during camp. I was disappointed until I realized he had said during camp and I realized what he really meant.
That was the last thing we did that week, but it wasn't the last thing we did. In the years since then, he and I have periodically found opportunities to satisfy each other and all I can think is how it might never have happened if we didn't share a bed at camp.
Part II: Oral
For an idea of what Mike looked like, the popular Carolina Jim is a very close approximation:
https://xhamster.com/photos/view/610308-9740882.html#content
Background information:
The next morning after Part I, Mike and I did our best to go about things as usual, which must have worked, since no one said anything. I wanted desperately to go shower with him, since the campground had open showers in the bath house, but when I went to grab my clothes and follow him, he stopped me. He said the other youth leader / assistant scoutmaster probably wouldn't allow it, since the Boy Scouts have strict rules about leaders and boys showering together. I responded that we shouldn't have slept next to each other according to the rules, too, but he said that was another reason to avoid suspicion. Although I was disappointed (I really wanted to see him naked), I understood, so waited to shower until later.
That night, however, I refused to miss another opportunity. He was watching TV in his conversion van with the guys, picking it up with the van's antenna. One by one, the other guys all went to bed until it was just the two of us and I moved forward to sit next to him. I casually put my hand on his upper inner thigh, which caused him to bolt upward a bit and push my hand away, quickly glancing out the windows saying, "Stop, someone will see with the light from the TV." I slowly looked out the windows myself then told him, "So turn it off." We sat there a few moments in silence before he slowly looked out the windows himself, then stood up and turned the TV off before sitting back down.
The good part:
With the TV off, it was easy to see there was no one outside the van for us to worry about. I put my hand back on his inner thigh and he immediately started breathing heavier, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. I massaged my hand over until it got to his crotch, where I could feel him already starting to get hard again. As I kept massaging his crotch, he lifted his arm and put it around my shoulders, massaging them with one hand while his other hand went to my hand at his crotch, holding it softly by the wrist.
He lifted his head and looked out the windows again before shutting his eyes and laying his head back, saying, "We really shouldn't be doing this." I leaned in and started kissing his neck and said, "I don't want to stop." He laughed a little and said, "Me neither." I started slowly kissing my way down his neck until I got to his shirt and started kissing his chest through the shirt. At that point, he moved both of his hands to my shoulders and held them firmly as I kept moving slowly downward, first to his stomach and then finally to his crotch, where I started gently massaging his balls and hard dick through his shorts with my mouth.
Before I could even suggest it, he brought both his hands to his waist and unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. I sat up eagerly as he lifted himself off the seat, grabbed his shorts and boxers by the waist and shoved them down to his ankles, then sat back down, his proud erection jutting out of his pubes and his balls dangling between his thighs. I started jerking him off with one hand, the other playing with his balls as he kept his eyes fixed on the windows to keep an eye out.
The next thing I knew, he reached forward and cupped a hand on the back of my head and pulled me toward his crotch, where I immediately opened my mouth to take him in. The feel of his soft, warm skin on my tongue and between my lips filled me with ecstasy. This wasn't the first dick I had in my mouth, but it was a man's dick. Even more than that, it was Mike's dick. I had periodically fantasized about this since I had first become good friends with his son two years earlier, but in the months leading up to this camp (when I first noticed his lingering touches I mentioned in Part I), I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Lifting and lowering my head on his stiff cock, I kept one hand at the base and the other cupping his balls, listening to him softly moan above me. Unable to resist any longer, I sat back and opened my own shorts, taking my dick out and stroking it with one hand as the other went back to the base of his cock so I could suck it some more as he placed one hand on my shoulder and the other on the back of my head.
Feeling him start to tense up, I started slurping his dick faster and harder as I started stroking myself faster and harder as well. I could hear his breathing get louder and faster as he started periodically moaning a little louder. He began moaning more consistently before he took his hand off my head and put it at the base of his cock as used the hand on my shoulder to push me away saying, "I'm gonna cum." I leaned back and started furiously rubbing my cock, one hand moving on the shaft and the other pressing against my balls as I saw him press backward against the seat as cum started erupting from his dick. Seeing his white sperm spilling down his shaft and onto his hand was all I needed to give myself a sexual overload and before I knew it, I was releasing my own cum onto the blue carpet of his van.
Each of us relaxed and he grabbed some tissues from a box on the floor to clean ourselves and the carpet. We got our shorts back on and I sat down next to him again, catching my breath. He turned toward me and with a firm voice said, "You can't tell anyone about this." I reflexively laughed and said, "Why would I tell anyone?" He nodded and then said simply, "Just making sure." He then said it would be best if we didn't do anything else like that during camp. I was disappointed until I realized he had said during camp and I realized what he really meant.
That was the last thing we did that week, but it wasn't the last thing we did. In the years since then, he and I have periodically found opportunities to satisfy each other and all I can think is how it might never have happened if we didn't share a bed at camp.
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