The Hottie from Troop 22

He was as tall as me, his arms and chest strong, his abdomen and legs defined. In the hot, humid afternoon he wore nothing but a pair of bulging boxer briefs, bright yellow that left nothing to the imagination. And I was starved for it. 

I had recently turned 18 and this was one of my last camping trips of my scouting career, and it was a big one. Troops from all over the county came for competition and celebration and all that nonsense background noise to my adolescent desires. 

Our site was right next to theirs, and from the moment we arrived I had my eye on him. At first he had worn his uniform, like all of us, the olive green pants and tan shirts that seemed to make every man more attractive. While assembling our tent I watched him do the same with his equally hot friends. But my eyes were glued to him, his brown hair hanging in lazy curls that looks shiny with sweat. At some point he stripped his shirt, his torso now covered in just a sleeveless undershirt, further flaunting his muscular torso. And at one point, as I finished setting up alone while my patrol went to get our bags, the stranger left his tent, in just his underwear, for the world to see. 

My jaw dropped and I gawked, before collecting myself and finishing my work. Once I was done, the stranger was tossing a football with his friends, who were all shirtless, but still in pants or shorts. 

"Why are you so hard?" David suddenly whispered as he slipped past into the tent. I flushed and glanced down, seeing my bulge looked tented and full. I slipped into the tent behind him, a moment before Brendan and Alex also joined us. David didn't mention it again as we unpacked, but he did give me a few coy looks, as if saying he hadn't forgotten. 

The rest of the day went as usual, our troop and all the others meeting for dinner in the mess hall then a bonfire to celebrate the start of the week. And afterwards we went back to camp to sleep. It was dark and we couldn't see far past our campsite borders. But as Alex and Brendan went to the tent, David and I went to take a piss against the treeline at the far end of our site. 

"The one in the yellow?" David asked, knowingly. 

I had expected this. "Did you see him?" 

"Of course I did, I just pointed him out."

"No, did you see him?" I asked again. David blinked. Our streams of urine were both slowing to an end. "Yes, it was him." 

Leaving it vague, I turned and led us back to the camp. We went to the tent and, after a late night of whispered jokes and muttered innuendo, our patrol was asleep. 

I was always the first one awake. I sat up with a yawn and stretched my arms and back. Glancing around the dim tent I checked that my friends were still asleep, before getting up. It was only when I stood that I realized I had a rigid morning wood, poking out of my boxers. Paying it no mind (my patrol had all seen it already), I dressed in pants and a tee shirt, then left the tent. 

The sun was about the rise, the world dim and cool and foggy. In the distance I could hear other early risers in other camps, moving about and starting campfires. I decided, when I first woke up, to rush to the treeline again and try to jerk off fast. 

I usually jerked off on camping trips. At home I went three times a day so here I had to go at least once or I'd lose my mind. Usually I did it late at night or early in the morning in my sleeping bag or even on display if my friends wanted to watch, and sometimes they did. 

Reaching the trees I walked past them, going a few yards away from the camps, before leaning against one, hidden from all views. I dropped a hand to my crotch, feeling just how hard I still was. I was about to pull my cock free, my hands on my buttons, when I heard a sound and froze. 

Someone was pissing close by. I froze and listened. I looked around, seeing nothing. Creeping slowly around my tree, I looked at the sound and my jaw dropped. 

There he was, the stud in the yellow underwear, which were now tucked under his balls as he let out his stream into a bush. He was yawning and rubbing his eye, giving me a chance to get a good view. His meat filled his fist, even soft. And his balls looked heavy and dark with hair. I swallowed and bit my lip, then turned away as he opened his eyes. 

I stayed hidden, waiting for the sounds of footsteps. But they never came. Instead, the pissing slowed to a spurting stop. I froze for a long moment before daring to look again. My jaw hit the ground. 

There he was, stroking himself. His cock was growing fast, almost doubling in size. His balls bounced hard and his free hand went to his bare nipple to tease it. His eyes were closed again. With my mouth agape I dropped a hand to stroke myself, my own cock solid and leaking already. And it didn't take long for either of us to finish. The stranger bit his lip and tensed, his muscles and dick swelling before he fired off a dozen long ropes of seed. As he came, I bit my lip to keep from moaning out as my load hit the bark of the tree I was hiding behind. 

Before my orgasm ended I had turned away, hiding fully, breathing heavily and tucking away my relaxing cock. I waited a long time and checked twice before making my way back to camp. And when I did, my patrol was waiting by a small fire, David giving me a quizzical smirk. 

I told them nothing, for now. 

The day went as normally as always. We ate breakfast as a troop, did our assigned activities, and had lunch in patrols before our afternoon. 

"What happened?" It was Alex who asked, as we sat at our table, eating sandwiches and chips. 

"I don't know what you're talking about." I lied. 

"This morning. Why were you smirking like an idiot when you came back from jerking off." 

I blinked and blushed. "How do you know-?"

"We aren't dumb, Danny." Brendan chimed in. "We know that whenever you have even just a second of alone time you're gonna touch yourself."

I blushed harder and felt a stirring in my crotch. 

"But today," Alex continued, "your face said something more happened."

I swallowed and decided to be honest. "I peeped on another guy jerking off too." 

Brendan gave a laugh and Alex blushed, but David raised a brow. "Was it the hottie from yesterday?" He asked, as if he already knew. I gave a nod and he shook his head but smirked. 

"That's hot…" Alex muttered. 

"Let's drop it for now, before we all get hard."

"I've been hard." Brendan said with a cocky wink. 

I rolled my eyes but thankfully they did what I asked and changed the topic. For the afternoon we did more activities before dinner as a troop then the camp wide bonfire. The scouts loved bonfires. 

We were sat in a large amphitheater carved into the dirt, with one side looking out onto the lake and a fire pit at the bottom. It was roaring as we all filed in. Soon, the sun set and the show began. There were speeches and songs, sing-a-longs and skits. An endearing event but boring to cock hungry teens like me. 

Like a hawk, I spotted him, the hottie. He stood up and began to shuffle through the crowd. I nudged Alex. "I gotta piss." Before standing and also shuffling out. 

I rushed up the hill into the darkness beyond, spotting the hottie a few yards away. I followed him into the trees until the bonfire behind us became a distant light. 

He stopped and started to piss. I made sure to walk heavily, warning him of my approach. He glanced back and I gave a friendly wave. "Is this the bathroom?" I asked, playfully. 

He gave a chuckle and gestured with his head for me to join him. "Come on in, bro." I stepped up next to him, undid my shorts, and pulled out my semi hard cock, and let loose my stream. 

The hottie finished pissing and I glanced over. He shook his meat clean. It was big and, in my expert opinion, definitely not soft. For a long moment I peed and he shook his cock. Time froze and he didn't put it away. When I finished, I mimicked him, then started to stroke. We were both growing hard. 

"Wanna jerk off?" The stranger asked, going to unbutton his shorts to freely stroke himself. I swallowed and did the same. 

"Just jerk off?" I asked with a raised brow and a hard dick. 

The hottie's face lit up and he looked at my cock again. "Can I suck it?" 

"Fuck yeah." The boy stepped towards me as we turned to face each other. He squatted, hands on my hips, before he leaned in and started to suck me. I moaned soft and low as he eagerly started to suck and bob along my shaft. I bit my lip, hand going to his head as he soon throated me with ease. "Oh, fuck." 

One of the boy's hands went to my balls, fondling and massaging them. The other went to stroke himself, the sucking lips now moaning around my meat. He pulled off and his hand and lips switched places. He licked and sucked my balls and stroked my slick shaft. "Does it feel good?" 

"Fuck yeah." I said again, smirking and rubbing his head. He went back to sucking my cock again. I knew I wouldn't last long, I never did in erotic situations like this. And based on how the hottie was moaning around my cock, he was close too. 

“I'm gonna cum…” I muttered, trying to be quiet as my body tensed. “Fuck-!” Soon, I was nutting into his mouth as he swallowed and bobbed along my shaft. A moment later he was finishing at my feet, moaning out while swallowing my load. And as he continued to suck me, my cock began to stiffen out again. But, I knew we didn't have time for it. So I pulled out, squatted down, and kissed his lips. 

He went back to the bonfire before me and I made sure to wait a long moment before returning too. As I sat with my patrol again around the bonfire, Alex and David gave me two knowing looks. But, I ignored them, watching the ending of the ceremony, smirking like an idiot. 

The sun was about to rise, the world dim and cool and foggy. I was the first one awake as I made my way towards the tree line. I went a few yards in before finding the same tree as the day before. And as I stepped behind it and nearly ran into someone. The hottie, in his yellow underwear, grabbed my shoulder and chest and smirked at me. "So it was you creeping on me yesterday."

My jaw dropped and I tried to speak, but no words came out. I felt a flush on my cheeks and a stirring under my boxers, where my already full morning wood stiffened. The hottie looked me up and down and I did the same to him. We were both bulging our underwear. When our eyes met again, he spoke up again.  

"I'm glad you're here again." His hands released me and went to push his own underwear down and let his hard cock spring free. He grabbed its base and slapped it against his palm. "It's my turn to cum in your mouth."

When I returned to camp, only David was up. We met outside the tent and when he saw me he rolled his eyes and smirked. "Again?" 

"Yes, and no." 

David raised a brow curiously as I smirked like an idiot.