This is a true story and happened in the days when safe sex was not getting caught by your parents or girlfriends and the only thing I've changed is a name or two.
When I was 15, I had enough of the scouts which I had grown rather bored with and decided to leave. They gave me a dispensation or something so I could join the Ventures and so I began socialising with the others, all 17 and over. It was great, more physically challenging and I think it gave me a better physique, I had always been slim but twice weekly cross country and other pursuits toned me up.
There were certain things I seemingly couldn't do either by law or due to insurance regulations until I was 18 which I had to accept and of course, come my 18th birthday all of that changed. I had been camping several times a year with the scouts from being a young teenager but once over the age of 18, the camping was at sites next to the adventures and sports to be pursued by day and often close to a pub coincidentally for drinks by night.
The first trip there were 12 of us, all divided into 4 three man tents. 9 Venture Scouts and 3 Leaders. We were staying in the Lake District and the 3 night trip was to be a mixture of water based and climbing activities. I was sharing a tent with Tim Watson and Michael Probert. Tim was the same age as me and had stayed in scouts until he turned 17 so it was his first trip as an 18 year old and Michael was about 2 years older than us.
The first day we arrived, set up our tents, ate some crap out of tins we had brought with us cooked over a fire we made, drank a few beers we had also brought along and hit the sack (sleeping bags) once we'd heard enough of the older guys conquests, all carefully edited for the benefit of the Leaders. Our troop was associated with the church and a small minority of members and leaders were respected church goers.
It was warm and we had been instructed on what to bring for day wear, activities and indeed night wear. Pyjamas? Yes, pyjamas!
Tim fell asleep straight away I think, at least he was facing away and wasn't moving, his breathing heavy. My eyes adjusted to the dark and I saw Michael, like me, wasn't in his sleeping bag. His ginger mullet and blue eyes weren't so colourful in the dark but I sensed he was looking at me so I raised my head a little to try and confirm. I was in the middle of the two of them, at this point lying on my belly. As I looked at him, he put his middle finger in his mouth which I found strange and then he moved his hand to the small of my back, pulled back the waistband of my pyjamas and ran his hand down my bare buttocks. I was stiff with nerves and shock but equally my cock hardened instantly so I was stift there too and as I raised my hips slightly to accommodate my instant erection, his moistened finger found my arsehole and (with the exception of a medical examination I once had) for the first time ever, I was penetrated. Now I'd love to describe how hard and deep and pleasurable the incident was... but sadly can't. I almost instantly shot my load, removed his finger from my arse, found a tissue that I had kept under my pillow in case I needed to blow my nose in the night and used it to mop up the spunk, then climbed into my sleeping bag full of shame and embarrassment and didn't move until morning, not once looking at Michael again. I guess that young Mr Probert was... a prober.
The next day, nothing was said and he acted as if absolutely nothing had happened (thankfully) even though I was terrified he might say something to the others. Probably very naive of me, he was hardly likely to say to the other 10 people there who I would have wagered were all exclusively heterosexual "guess where I placed my finger last night."
After a day climbing rocks and fell walking we had the treat of a shower, the shower and toilet block was on site and we went, for some reason in groups of 4. I think there were 5 shower heads so it would have to be 3 groups of various sizes as a minimum. Our tent was accompanied by one of the other guys dad, one of the responsible adults and someone I wouldn't have wanted to see naked. Fortunately I didn't see much of him, keeping my eyes on my own body and the section of wall straight in front of me but catching a peek of Michael's cock which appeared tiny in his ginger bush and pale white skin. I put it down to the fact the showers were tepid at best although Tim's seemed normal sized, perhaps due to him having less pubes. But although he was average in length, it was a particularly fat cock. Again I only peeked and tried not to dwell on it for fear of getting hard in front of any (or all) of them showering with me.
Michael was very slim, almost puny when naked and Tim was the more athletic built, as we dried I couldn't help but notice his buttocks were pretty big but also firm and muscular, which I decided was down to his rugby playing at school.
Again, home cooked tinned food over the fire, tales of which girls might put out and which girls had put out- allegedly- a few beers and another early ish night after all that fresh air. I had paid particular attention to my arse when showering, still unsure what had happened the first night or why. Had Michael seen my as yet undefined sexuality and taken advantage or just given me a helping hand? Or finger?
Anyway this evening, Tim was again first to switch off, lying this time on his back and I was in my sleeping bag but hadn't zipped it up. Once I had adjusted to the dark and saw there was no movement from Tim, I moved back the top of my sleeping bag quietly in case Michael was wanting to show me anything new. I did so in a quite natural way in case the previous evening was a one off rather than a desperate invitation to be touched. And sure enough, Michael's hand was soon at the small of my back. I, rather than freezing, moved my arm over until I found his waist and he was on his side and so I fumbled until I found the open fly of his pymamas and slowly and carefully I explored until my fingers brushed against some hard flesh. Rock hard! Now I'm between 6 and 7 inches long, average girth and with a nice set of bollocks too, even if I say it myself. They're shaved completely now but I was never that hairy before, it's just that the hairs grow long as you age so I prefer to be bald down there nowadays. But Michael's cock and balls were absolutely tiny, his erection about half the length and girth of my own. However, he was solid and circumsized, I was unsure when I peeked earlier whether that was the case or if he had just pulled back his foreskin.
