Scout Slavery

By: Rick Masters
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 3

"Oh no! This is so much better. I really like this, and I like you too. Do you mind if I touch you also?"

"Mind! I have wanted you to touch me from the first day I met you. You see, I think I love you."

"Can I take your clothes off you, then?" I asked. Mike looked straight in my eyes, and just nodded his permission. He then leant forward and putting both hands on either side of my head, he kissed me full on the lips. Again the auto-pilot took over and even though I had had no experience at all, I started to kiss him back, allowing him to part my lips with his tongue, and then exploring his mouth with my tongue. At the same time I let my hands copy his and started to gently run them up and down his back, and reach even further down to give his bum cheeks a series of tickles and gentle squeezes. Then I slipped my hands up under his 'T' shirt and started to lift it over his head. We had to break our kiss then to let it pass by. Mike whispered to me, "This is so awesome. You don't know how I have longed for this, and never been too sure how to bring it about."

"Mike," I replied, "You know that I have never done this with anyone else before. But this is so different from anything that I have ever done or imagined. When you touch me, the feeling is special. I think it must be because I love you. Until now I didn't know that I loved you, but now I believe this is what my feelings have always been." Mike then told me to hush and started to kiss me again. Soon our hands were wandering over each others bodies again. Remembering how it had felt when Mike's fingers had lingered over my nipple, I brought a hand around and sought out his nipple. As I started to role it between my thumb and finger Mike sighed through our kiss, so I guessed I had got it right and continued for a while longer. Soon Mike's hands had got back down to my bum, and he was doing wonderful things to it. I had not known that a bum was so sensitive to touch. Then he released the beaded cord of the loin cloth from the elastic waist band and let the beads fall back to hang between my legs. This left the cord out of the way of my bum hole, and Mike started to caress this and occasionally apply a little pressure against it. I in turn took my hand and slipped it under his shorts and briefs so that for the first time I had skin to skin contact with his bum. I had not realised how much it would turn me on, to touch another guy's bum. I was to learn later in life that it was not just any boy's bum, but that of someone I had special feelings for. Mike brought his hands around to my cock and started caress it and my balls. There was absolutely no comparison with anything I had experienced before. I found I couldn't hold onto our kiss because my concentration was suddenly centred below my waist. I wanted Mike to go on and never stop, but I also wanted to both touch and see him there too, so I brought my hands up from his bum and to his sides so that I could put my fingers outside his waistband and slide both his shorts and briefs down at the same time. Realising what I was doing, Mike started to pull the elastic band up my torso, to take it off over my head like a jumper. Thus as I went down he pulled up and the loin cloth ended up around my arms, while Mike's garments ended up around his ankles. I shrugged my arms out of the band and got Mike to lift each foot in turn as I removed the clothes from his feet. I was then able to look out at eye level and see for the first time his beautiful hard on. Of course he was a bit more endowed than I was and sported a lot more pubic hair. Like me he was cut and the tip of his penis was pointing straight at my eye. I noticed a drop of pre-cum glistening like a dew drop and put my finger up to touch it. Then I ran my finger down the length of the underside of his cock and over his ball bag. Once again I just could not believe how my touching him affected me. I had never experienced anything like this before. Then disaster struck.

We heard the sound of the garden gate opening and realised that his parents were. Mike dashed to the window, took a quick peak out to confirm it and told me to get dressed quickly, while he himself started to throw his clothes on. It was terrible. Mike promised we would try again and he would be in contact. We then talked a bit more about the camp in general, but not the slavery bit, and after being introduced to his parents I took off home.

As soon as I got home, I went straight to my room and started to wank. I tried doing all the things Mike had done, but could not get the same intensity of feeling. Even so, it did not take long for me to reach one of the few orgasms I had had by this stage in my life, and it was probably the most intense orgasm I had ever had. Yet still I felt a bit let down because we had not had the chance to finish what we had started. Mike had said he would contact me about trying to do the same again, but he wasn't sure when that would be. Needless to say, I simply had to have another jerk off session before I went to sleep, and once again I took it all the way to orgasm with vivid pictures of lying on the bed while Mike did to me what my hands were doing. This did not stop me from waking on Sunday morning with a raging morning glory which screamed to be satisfied. So I played for about half an hour, but stopped before coming. I had found that if I wanked but did not orgasm for a few times, and then allowed myself to come, I could get quite a good spurt out and I preferred this to having a tiny dribble each time. Of course I was not producing at full volume yet being as young as I was, even though I had started developing quite early.

Sunday dragged by without any contact from Mike and I was wondering if he was having second thoughts about what we had started. Sunday I went to bed and immediately my need began to rise and so I had my third full orgasm in a little over 24 hours. This was something I had not done before. I had kept my orgasms to one or two a week until this point. Mike had had a very strong effect on me.

Monday morning I woke up depressed, and toyed with the idea of trying to persuade mom that I was too ill to go to school. Then I thought that perhaps Mike might want to talk to me at school and so I changed my mind and began to get ready for the day. My route went past Michael's house and I found that as I neared his house I was hoping to find him just leaving which would give us the opportunity to ride together and at least have a talk. I reached their gateway, but alas Mike was not there and so I rode on. When I turned the next corner, there was Mike propped up against his bike. He had obviously been waiting for someone. I pulled up next to him and his face broke into a grin. "Hi Rick, I've been waiting for you." He said. "I need to talk to you but was not sure if I should phone your house. Don't want to raise any suspicions, by suddenly calling when I have never done so before."

"Hi Mike," I returned. "I am glad you have waited. I couldn't bear going any longer without knowing if we had done something which would force us apart."

"No fear, my neat one. But we do have to be a bit careful. It was so hard being cut off in mid flow on Saturday. But I had the best wank I have ever had after you left."

"Me too." I said and realised that just this bit of conversation had got me rising again. Standing as I was with my legs straddling the crossbar of my bike, I couldn't do anything to cover up the tenting in my school shorts. Not that I minded in front of Mike anyway, but he also noticed and lent forward to adjust my cock for me. Of course I let him, and simply said "thanks."

Perhaps you had better avoid me while we are at school, or your real feelings might show." Mike teased. "But wait around to ride home with me today, please." Mike stood up straight and started to move his bike so that he could mount it again, "We better get on our way, or we will be late." We chatted a bit as we rode to the school and agreed to meet for the ride home.

On the way home Mike told me that his parents had to attend a wedding out of town on Saturday and would be gone from about 10.00 in the morning till late at night. I agreed to go round to his house straight after lunch, and make sure that my mom would know that I would only be getting home late in the afternoon. It was still too early to extend the time more than that. I was over the moon. We were going to have another good session, and this time without any of the fear of either discovery or the time wasting of being not sure of the others tendencies.

During the week, as we rode to and from school together, Mike did take the occasional snatched moment to have a little grope, as did I - just to remind ourselves of what we were jerking off over. One thing I was determined to do was to make sure I got a good long look and feel of Mike's goods so that I would better be able to remember them for my fantasies whilst masturbating. Mike also said he had another problem which he needed to discuss with me before we went to camp. When he said this, I realised that I had been so caught up in everything else that I had forgotten to check with mom if she had agreed to let me go. For the rest of the afternoon I panicked until I was able to ask her and hear the sweet words that she was willing to let me go.

On the way home on Friday, Mike asked me to do him a favour. "What?" I asked.

"When you come over tomorrow, please wear your school athletics shorts." Our school athletic shorts were specially designed shorts. They were made out of a fine silk like material, which became somewhat see through when wet. The legs of them were cut short and they were split at the sides up to the elasticised waist band. This was to allow complete freedom of movement from the hip joint down. "Oh, and one more thing," Mike continued, "Please don't wear underwear."

"O.k.," I replied and then a little mischievously, "Can I wear a shirt please?" Not wearing under pants was not a problem for me as I preferred to be free as much as possible. In fact if it were not for the general public being around, I would happily have ridden over to Mike's house totally nude. I guess I was a true naturist without even being aware there were such people around.

"Of course! You dolt. I want to have the pleasure of slowly taking your clothes off you, and one pair of shorts can't last that long."

At last Saturday came and straight after lunch I was on my bike and speeding off to Mike's house. As soon as I arrived I took my bike around the back to where I had left it the last week. I again did not get the chance to ring the door bell because Mike came out to meet me.

To be continued...

Posted: 11/09/12