Coming Home Gay…

Coming home gay…(Episode 2)

My stay at uncle Donnie’s was finally over. We’d had wild exceptionally sensual sex almost every night. I was sad to have to leave but I was also excited to explore my new found sexual knowledge on a boy my own age. I was sure of my sexuality now. I’m gay!

There was still a lot of summer left and my Boy Scout troop had several trips I was looking forward to. There was a boy 2 years younger than me who I liked buddy-ing with on the outings. His name was Bobby, 15 yrs old, slim like me, about 5’3” and 110 lbs. He had mocha colored skin as smooth as any I’d ever seen. This was the boy I fantasized about when I had my gay spank sessions. He was perfect in every way.

We’d had a few experiences while camping. Late at night when everyone else was asleep and we were awake, we’d wrestle around in the tent and on many occasions had felt each other’s hard on. Until now, I had never really thought about full blown sex with Bobby outside of my spanking fantasies but now I couldn’t stop thinking about the possibilities. The next trip with the Boy Scouts was a week-long trip most of us referred to as summer camp. It was several days away and the longest wait I’ve ever had in my life.

The day of travel finally arrived. We were on our way to summer camp, 7 days & 7 nights in a remote area of the San Bernardino Mountains, alone in a tent every night with the boy of my wildest red hot fantasies. My stomach was tied in knots all the way there.

We arrived at the site, it was a 2 hour hike with all of our gear on our backs to the camp ground. When we got there, we set up our tent as we always did, in the most remote corner of camp. No one seemed to take any notice of it because we had always been the outsiders in the troop. I was glad for this because it made our privacy that much easier. We set up camp and headed for the showers. We always took a shower before dinner. I wondered if I would be able to shower with Bobby without getting an instant hard-on. We got to the showers and undressed, I went into the stalls first, Bobby was always really slow to get in the shower. I began washing, Bobby entered the stall next to me. The stalls were separated by only a few old wooden boards that ran from about knee height to just below chest level. It took only a slight lean in the direction of the next stall to see anything you wanted to see. As I washed I could feel my cock growing. It didn’t help that I repeatedly stroked it with a handful of soft soap. I tried several times to see if Bobby was as excited as I was but he kept his back to me most of the time. He caught me peaking a couple of times and smiled as he looked over his shoulder at me. I was just as happy with the view I had of his gorgeous little brown ass though.

After our shower, we headed to dinner at the camp center. Dinner was long and drawn out, they made announcements, laid out the schedule and went over camp rules. I don’t remember much, I was fixated on the boy I was going to camp with for the next week. I think I might have made him a little uncomfortable looking at him so much but no one else noticed.

Camp dinner was finally over and we headed back to camp. The sun was already below the horizon and it was getting dark fast. It was about a 20 walk back to where we were camped and when we got there it was completely dark. I was so excited!! I knew however that I had to take it slow. If I moved too fast I would surely scare him away. Even though we’d had some feel-up sessions in the past, he had always stopped abruptly and shied away. I had to hold back as much as possible and make sure not to push too hard.

We went into the tent, changed into our pajamas and crawled into our sleeping bags. Neither of us ever slept right away on the camping trips. I laid there in my sleeping bag looking up through the top of the open tent and stared at the stars trying not to think about Bobby’s beautiful body and what I so desperately wanted to do with it. As dark as it was outside, there was a nearly full moon and I could see every perfect feature of Bobby’s adorable face.

Bobby was quieter than usual and I wondered if he was nervous from all of my staring that day. I decided not to try anything that night and rolled over to try to go to sleep. A few moments later I heard Bobby rustling around. I turned over to see what he was doing. He had thrown his sleeping bag open and was laying on top of it with his legs spread open wide, one hand behind his head and the other cupping what was an obvious boner. My heart skipped a beat. I followed suit and threw off the top of my sleeping bag. Not wanting to leave any doubt, I let my hard cock poke straight out so he could see it. I laid there on my side, facing him but not saying anything.