86 Days of Summer

WEEK TWO

There was only one patrol that was older than mine. Despite having a few more boys, the prominent members were Wilson, Carlos, and Patrick. These three and I formed secret connections all summer. It was during the second week that the first moment happened. It was midday and Alex and I were at the picnic tables at our camp, just in time to see Patrick and Wilson stepping out of their tent in their scout shorts and tee shirts, holding towels and shower gear. They glanced over at us and Patrick smirked. “Care to join us for a shower?” he asked. Alex declined, but I accepted. A heartbeat later, I was outside my tent with the pair, in my own shorts and holding my own gear.

The shower rooms had assigned times for each troop during the evening during the week. However, during the day, anyone could use them. The room was large, dim, and humid with about ten shower heads around the tiled room. It had a light, but during the day it seemed a waste to have it on with the high windows providing a little light. Patrick and Wilson chatted as we walked and when we entered the empty they put their stuff down and instantly started to change. Patrick peeled off his shirt, revealing a beefy torso that matched his thick legs. Wilson was a swimmer and his torso was defined and slim. Both of their bodies made my mouth water. Then, they pushed down their shorts, Patrick wearing a pair of grey boxer briefs and Wilson a pair of white briefs.

I had to follow suit, and in a moment my own beefy torso and blue boxer briefs were on display as the two others were stepping into the tiled showers. Turning on two neighboring shower heads, the room soon was full of steam by the time I was in next to them. They chatted idly about their days and gossiped about people in our own troop and others around the camp. I glanced a few times, my eyes widened as both of their crotches soon became perfectly visible to me as the water soaked their underwear. I looked up when I noticed silence and saw them both looking at me, Patrick smirking but Wilson looking more curious. I swallowed, and Patrick walked into my shower, causing me to step back into the wall.

“Nice hardon, buddy.” Patrick said, his eyes dragging mine down my own body to see my cock hard and tenting my wet and now tight underwear. I blushed a deep pink and saw Wilson starting to wash his hair, uninterested. I looked back to Patrick, then to his crotch, seeing it larger and more distended than before. I raised a brow, but he simply turned and went back to his shower spray.

We continued to shower in silence, Wilson finally starting to chat mindlessly with Patrick to fill the air. I was lost in my thoughts, thinking about Patrick and Wilson now as potential partners and feeling my flush and hardon refusing to go away. I heard a laugh and turned, blushing against in fear, only to see Patrick tickling Wilson before yanking his underwear down.

The swimmer was faced away from me, giving me a perfect view of his bubble butt and nudity, before he bent to pull them back up. He grabbed for Patrick’s underwear, groping his cock and getting a grunt from both, before Patrick’s boxers were off, and I got a full view. His uncut cock and dark pubes flopped out before he could cover them and shoved them away. Looking up at me, Patrick and Wilson were blushing but I was sure I was beet red as I stood silently, my cock pulsing rock hard for them to see in my underwear, before they turned and finished showering in silence.

We dried off and changed into clean, dry clothes, all of us taking extra effort to hide our nudity now, feeling very shy after that had happened. We walked back with the same idly chit chat while I thought about their bodies in vivid detail. As we reached camp, they went back to their tent and I went back to find my tent empty. I sighed and laid on my cot, undoing my pants and pulling out my still throbbing cock.

I quickly jerked off, pumping my precumming meat hotly and cumming in my wet underwear while biting my lip to stop a moan. I cleaned my cock and laid back, panting but smirking at the still vivid memories. I put my cock away just as Alex entered my tent from the back and greeted me.

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At the end of week two, our troop had our reserved time for canoeing. The lake was huge with a lot of small island and large rocks. Every troop had a time every two week and now it was our troops’ turn for three hours of boat time. The canoes held three people, so Alex went with others, leaving Brendan, David, and myself.

Paddling our canoe into the water in just our swimsuits, tee shirts, and life jackets, the three of us chatted and laughed. We saw other canoes going off in their own direction and continued towards the far end of the lake. We found a small island with a rope swing for jumping into the lake and decided to get out of the boat. We tied the canoe to a tree and took turns jumping in, laughing in the cold water before laying out on the sand of the shore to dry slightly.

As always, Brendan broke the silence. “How are you guys holding up?”

“How do you mean?” I ask.

“I mean, my balls have been blue and aching. I was able to jerk off the other night but otherwise it’s been nothing.”

I laughed, and David rolled his eyes, but groped himself silently. I replied. “I’ve been jerking off whenever I can but haven’t gotten off since earlier this week.”

“I haven’t gotten off since last week.” David chimes in. I was laying between the two and looked back to see David groping himself firmly, tugging at his wet shorts and at his growing bulge. I looked to Brendan and saw him doing the same. I swallowed, feeling my own cock pushing the wet material from my skin, until after watching the two for a moment, it was throbbing and tenting my shorts.

“Take it out, man.” Brendan said in a softer voice. I didn’t need to be told twice. I glanced around, noting our isolated location before untying my shorts and opening them, freeing my rigid cock and giving it few milking strokes. “Oh, that looks nice.” He adds, before I hear a sigh and looked to see Brendan’s cock out and proud like mine and him already pumping his shaft. I watched and stroked myself, going faster and starting to hear the familiar ‘fapping’ sound of precum slick jerking, before glancing to see David having freed his monster cock and was stroking it as fast as we were, precum rolling down his shaft. I looked to his face and saw him flushed and panting, looking at our cocks. I glanced to Brendan who was in the same state.

Feeling my own flush and deep breathing, I looked down to join in the admiration, seeing three hard towers of cock pulsing and leaking in the sunshine. Our precum shined and glistened, our cock heads pulsing and swelling as we all got close. David grunted, and I knew he was cumming. Brendan and I watched intently, seeing his white cum erupting out and hitting his shirt and face, David himself panting and twitching as the orgasm overtook his body.

Brendan gasped now and I looked to his cock, even seeing David peaking a still cumming eye open to watch too. Brendan’s uncut tip swell and busted, his cloudy seed hitting his shirt in fat pulses that sent memories down the back of my throat. I felt my body tensing and realized this was too much stimulation. I looked down at my own cock, seeing it shining with precum before I gasped and squeezed my base, my own cum shooting out and hitting my face repeatedly, before I moaned and panted, the orgasm turning into a pulsing ooze as I laid back in the sunlight.

Brendan coughed and sat up. I don’t know how long I laid there but I never wanted it to end. He put his cock away and jumped back into the lake. David did the same, however let his cock flop around until he was already in the water. I sat up last and followed, sliding into the lake and washing my clothes and face, before seeing my patrol mates laughing and joking again. I smiled and climbed out again, before getting back into the canoe. David and Brendan followed and after checking the time, went on for another hour or so of boating.

…

On the next Saturday, after breakfast while the rest of the troop went back to the lake for free swim, Alex and I lounged on our cots with the tent flaps open, enjoying the summer. I hadn’t told him anything about Brendan, David, Patrick, or Wilson, and didn’t plan to. It was mostly because I knew he truly did not care. I chuckled to myself, incidentally as Alex threw his book to the ground and groaned. “Fuck reading!” He said, and the sound of pants unzipping caused my head to snap.

“What are you doing?” I ask, before seeing Alex yank out his fully hard cock and giving it a long stroke, sighing and laying back as he does.

“What does it look like?” He asks, smirking to me before sighing again and closing his eyes, continuing to stroke. I swallowed and throbbed to rigidity in my pants.

“L-Let me close the flaps-”

“No” He cut me off but added nothing else. I swallowed and glanced out, seeing and hearing nothing but silence. I looked back to Alex’s juicy, thick cock and made a fast, probably poor decision.

I slid to my knees next to Alex’s cot, leaning over and licking his cock head before closing it in my lips, getting a hotter sigh from the male’s lips. My friend’s hand fell away from his cock and I took over, leaning down and sucking him deeper and bobbing. I sucked and swallowed his meat, blushing as the horror of being caught rushed my work. My hands went to squeeze the base of his meat and balls, the taste of precum encouraging me on further as I pushed myself balls deep. I gagged and blushed, before returning to sucking and bobbing.

Alex was moaning and panting, his hands going behind his own head and to grab my head, not forcing or guiding me but going along with my movements. I suck and moaned, my hand leaving my cock and going to my own crotch, furiously unbuttoning and zipping my pants to yank out my hard and wet cock. I stroked myself and moaned, making Alex moan along.

I stroked myself and moaned, feeling myself already aching for orgasm as I plunged deeper and deeper, throating him again before his hands both head my head down. I gagged, and he moaned, before I felt his cock throbbing and swelling with orgasm. Feeling his meat stuffing my throat and his body quaking with orgasm, my own cock erupted, shooting my load under his cot as my own body shuddered. After a moment of moaning and struggling, he released and laid back, back arching in orgasm as I slid up, coughing and getting a facial of cum. However, I dived back and continued to suck out his potent cum, blushing and sucking him clean before finally standing up.

Alex was panting and covering his eyes weakly, clearly still recovering. I pull a blanket over his crotch and fell back onto my own cot. I grabbed my underwear and cleaned my face and cock, before blushing and sniffing it hard. I sighed at the potent musk and shuddered, before Alex moved and I yanked it away from my face. He uncovered his face and blinked at me. I was putting my cock away and saw him smiling at me.

“There you are!” A voice announced, making Alex and I both jump but quickly realize we were hidden and relaxing. Wilson walked up to our tent, smiling wide. I had a suspicion he knew what happened. “David and Brendan were asking about you at the lake. May want to go visit them.” He adds, before giving a wave and walking away.

Alex and I looked at each other before Alex sighed and smiled again. “Thanks.” He says and reaches under the blanket to put his own cock away before sitting up and going for his book again. I smirked and laid back again, closing my eyes and reliving the last two weeks, but more specifically on the boys who’s cocks I had seen and sucked so far. I smiled and fell asleep.