Any hot stories about your morning wood adventures? How about a buddy, son, anyone?
Wished I was in the scouts at a young age and going on over night camping trips, bet there would be some hardwood around.

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Ah, I remember those days, lol.

Having been a Boy Scout (and yeah, we all have stories) I've always found it ludicrous that the Boy Scouts discriminate against gays. After all, they are the ones that send adolescent boys with raging hormones and roaring hardons deep into the woods to sleep together in tents. WTF. If there's any hotbed (pun intended) of gay sex, scout camp is it. If those tents could only talk . . .

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You said it all onaquest Cub scouts did it for me LOL

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The first time I ever shot a load of cum was at Boy Scout camp. My first year there, I was paired with an older (17?) scout named Kevin who was a fairly hairy young bear. I remember being in my cot one night after he had returned from a swimming event and he came into our tent and was stripping out of his wet swim trunks. I remember being impressed by his dark brown pubic hair and the thickness of his cock. I don't know how or why I started, but I remember touching myself within my sleeping bag. Looking back, I suspect he knew I was masturbating while looking at him. He seemed to take a while to get dried and into other clothes. Not long into my feeling, pulling, and massaging, I felt the warm, liquid release of cum. I was only 12 and didn't exactly know what had happened, but I knew it was significant.

The following year, at a camp out, two Boy Scouts closer to my age shared my tent. When it was time for lights out, we began a game of "Truth of Dare" which started with innocent stripping and ended up with me giving my first blow job to my blonde headed friend. There was so much shame and excitement, I didn't know what to think. But I do remember when his cockhead slipped past my lips that it was not only "not a big deal" but lots of fun.

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My, but this brings back memories. I came up at a time and place where gay was a word that I never heard and sexuality was never even considered to be anything but hetero. Even then, there was no sex education and in this conservative, country community, I didn't hear much about sex at all except the kind of wishful-thinking dirty talk among guys. I remember that I would watch guys showering and changing in gym class with a lot of interest but I didn't know what it meant. I found cocks fascinating.

Then that summer when I was 13, I went to Scout camp. Not disparaging the Scouts here, I learned a lot of things, and Scouting was a great experience for me overall, but this was something you sure didn't get a merit badge for.

One night, five or six of us were sitting around the tent and someone suggested that we play strip poker. I had never done this before and was pretty nervous, but we all started playing and soon were pretty naked -- then some of the guys were completely naked. When it came my turn to take off my last piece, I was already partially aroused from looking at these naked bodies. When the guys saw my endowment, which, I must say, was significantly more than any of theirs, they made some "wow" remarks. One guy kept quiet. But I think he realized what that partial erection signified. We were sleeping four to a tent (large military tents) and after lights-out, he slipped onto my cot and into my sleeping bag with me. I was excited and aroused. I'd never touched a man before and we explored each other's bodies for a couple of hours. I had never masturbated, never cum, so I didn't know what I needed to do. He had apparently done something because he said, "sometimes guys kiss when they do this," but I wasn't into that (I am now!!). After about an hour of it, of of the other guys woke up, heard us, and said, "Are you two still at it?" About two ours into all this foreplay, I had the most amazing feeling in my thighs and my groin, all the way down to my toes, it just built and built. I wasn't touching myself, I was touching him, and suddenly my dick exploded and I came, it seemed like for at least thirty seconds, until there was a river of cum in the sleeping bag. Not long after, he came. I was worn out. He went back to his sleeping bag and we both went to sleep but my life was changed forever.

He and I never spoke of that night and we never played again. It was the time and place. But, still, I didn't know what gay meant, nor that I was gay/bi. Just that I liked what had happened. I started seeking it out after that. Successfully

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I was about 14. My friend was fairly new. Hadn't been friends that long. The night before we left on a camp out we were in the same bed, talking, and it became clear that we both were willing to a least J/O together. I wanted to do it right then, but he felt it was better to wait until we were on the camp out. That night, it was cold. He didn't even want to go to the tent, but I talked him into it. Once there we both started to masturbate. By the time I asked if I could do it too him, he said he already cummed. I was way disappointed, took my cock in my hands and finished myself off. We talked about how good it felt, but never revisited the possibility of doing it to each other. Shortly after that his family moved away. I knew he liked dick but wasted too much time waiting for the first move. Oh well.

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