Scouting Memories

I bet you were expecting a tale of boys blowing each other in the woods. My story is different.

My neighbor Jim and I were similar in all respects. Same age, identical houses in a cookie-cutter suburb, same kind of professional office jobs, each of us with a son the same age, each of us with a pretty wife.

I guess the problem started with our wives. They both lost interest in sex after our sons were conceived.

A decade is a long time to go without sex, and remember, this was before the Internet so getting porn required time and money, commodities that are in short supply for busy dads.

Like us, our sons became boy scouts. Jim and I met a scouting jamboree. Our sons became friends. Soon, it was typical for one boy to visit the other's house. During those visits, Jim and I got to know each other. Soon, it became typical for one of us to visit the other's house.

Jim and I decided to chaperone the boys' big end-of-summer camping trip. Besides leading hikes and workshops, giving out merit badges, and breaking up any fights or conflicts, we had to make sure no porn, weed, alcohol, or cigarettes appeared.

We shared a tent and you can guess what happened. Jim was trying to masturbate as discreetly as possible in his sleeping bag, but that crinkly polyester material gave it away. I shot my shot.

Hey, bro, is she not putting out?

It's been years.

Same here.

No need to hide it, we're in the same boat.

We lay on top of our sleeping bags and jerked our own cocks, hearing the late summer cicadas make their music outside.

Jim and I had similar, muscular builds. His body was practically hairless. I was like a wolf.

He had a beautiful, thick, 8-inch cock, which I was surprised to see was uncut.

Mine was a respectable 7 inches, also uncut.

I'm surprised you're uncut.

European parents. How come you're uncut, too?

Hippie parents.

We both laughed.

I heard him sigh.

You close?

Nah, it's just starting to feel good.

I reached over and touched his cock, then took over jerking it.

He did the same for me.

We didn't talk after that. His hand was replaced by his mouth and then by his tight ass. I started in on him from behind but at a certain point I turned him around.

At first we kept our eyes closed but then we looked. And we kissed. What had started as a rough fuck for us to get off slowed down and turned into lovemaking.

I'm getting close. Are you close?

Yeah, want me to cum?

Wait for me. When I start shooting, you shoot inside me.

Yeah? Damn, it's nice not to have to pull out and still worry she gets pregnant from precum!

Yes. And yes, breed me!

Just then Jim tensed, and moaned, and the first spurt of his hot white cum actually hit my chest and started to drip onto his.

I held him tighter, kissed him, and looked into his eyes as I flooded his hole.

We slept well that night.

The next 5 nights were more of the same. We took turns fucking each other. We discovered each other's bodies and our love deepened.

On the last night, in the afterglow, I shared a flask of brandy I'd confiscated from some boys. We talked.

So, um, where does this go when we get back home?

It can go wherever you want, Jim.

Yeah? Where do you want it to go?

Honestly?

Yeah...

You're the first good thing to happen to me since my son. He'll be 18 in four year. The purpose for my marriage will be over when he leaves for college.

Same. Are you saying what I think you're saying?

I love you, Jim. I guess it took a damned boy scout camping trip for me to figure it out.

I love you too, Fred. Let's stick out these four years until we can leave our wives and be together.

I had to make love with him again. I just sat on his dick and rode it and kissed him until we both nutted.

That was six years ago. Jim is now my husband. Our sons were the best men at our wedding. They are totally supportive of our relationship.

So far they seem to have remained just friends, but the thought of what they might have been doing during that camping trip turns us on. We'd of course be totally supportive if they liked each other.

Thank you for reading my boy scout story.