I never made it out of Cub Scouts as a kid. A friend had invited me when I was in middle school to come to a Boy Scout camp out with his church troop, but it was a bad weekend for me to go so I didn't. That was my scouting experience until I had two boys of my own. They got into scouting at a young age. They advance through Cub Scouts and on into Boy Scouts. I would assist with their troop sometimes.
Late one spring, they planned a camp out to Padre Island National Park. They would camp on the beach. I was invited to join them and thought it would be a good time to bond with my boys. We would leave after work on a Thursday as the boys had the Friday off. We would travel down in two vehicles.
That Thursday, the vans and trailer were loaded. I would ride with the assistant scout master who was a married guy in his late twenties. He was a tall, dark auburn colored hair, well-built man with brown eyes. He drove, and I rode shot gun.
The boys were in the back talking, playing games, some sleeping. The assistant and I talked a while. He was an accountant and had been married for a few years with no kids. He loved Scouting. To pass the time, he told me stories about some of his scout trips as a youth.
The trip was long. I dozed off for a while. When I woke up; we had made some good time. The driver nodded at me, but we did not speak.
Then with his left hand rubbed a large mass down the left pant leg of his shorts. I knew what it was. We all get hard ons. Maybe he was thinking about making love to his wife as he drove down the long highway and got excited. I could see the outline of the thick shaft and then the clear line at the base of the head and then all of the head. As I was looking at it, he took his left hand and slid it up and down the shaft over the head and back. Then, the hand went back to the steering wheel.
Realizing that I was watching, I quickly turned away. I knew what it was like to have blue balls. He must have been so desperate to get that load out, and I woke up and ruined it. He could have hiked up his shorts and blown that load and no one would have known if I had not awoken.
I felt bad. I wished that I could say 'sorry man' and looked over to maybe say it nonverbally. When I looked over, he looked at me and smiled and moved his left hand down to his bulge and stroked it again.
Did he just do it again with me looking? He knew I was looking at him when he did it. This is not what I was expecting. I quickly turned my head to look out the window watching the flat coastal plain pass by us.
I had jerked off with another guy before. I stopped because someone told me it was gay, and I didn't want to be considered gay. It was very hot when I did it. It always felt so good. I look down at my lap. Damn, I didn't realize that this had affected me this way. I was hard. When I get hard, everyone knows because I can't hide it. Like him, I leaned to the left. I had on loose boxers, so it didn't contain it. There was that snake running down my left leg.
Looking over at him, he was looking at my erection. What was he going to think? This is so embarrassing. Then I saw him stroke himself again. It was several long slow strokes. This was all making me so horny, but I wasn't going to touch myself, but I wanted too. I wanted to pull out my seven-inch cock right there and go to work stroking my meat until rope after rope of cum flooded out of me. But that was impossible.
Then someone from the back yelled out that they needed to go to the restroom. It broke the connection between the two of us. I was safe for now.
We pulled into a gas station. I stayed in the van as he got out. I watched him. Never had I noticed what a nice ass he had. Those shorts made it look so hot. What am I doing looking at his ass? I decided that I needed to go get a snack. I bought my boys some treats and got something for one of the boys who didn't bring any money.
Once we got back on the road, I decided to try to go to sleep but he kept popping into my thoughts. When we get there, I am going to have to go stroke one out. Once I do that, I will be fine, I am sure.
When we got to our camp site, it was dark. We used the car lights to set up the tents on the beach. Once everything was up. I said that I am going to take a dip in the waves - actually I was going to go out and jerk off - but everyone thought it was a great idea. Everyone went for a nighttime swim. Crap! Would I ever get some relief?
After the swim, I felt all salty from the ocean. There was a large building with showers not far from where we were camping on the beach. I could go there and take care of my need. I informed the other two leaders what I was doing as I started off with a towel. I really needed to be alone and get some stress relief.
It was a short walk and found that the large shower room was open with several shower heads on a single pole with several poles spread out over the large room. There was no privacy here. It didn't matter because I was all alone. I pulled off that wet suit and found a spigot and turned on the water. I decided to first wash off all the salt before I would got down to business. Once clean, I turned to my member in need of attention. Just as I started giving it the care it wanted, in walked the assistant. He was just wearing his broad shorts. This was a large room, but he walked right over next to me and turned on the water. He peeled off his suit and out bounced his six-inch cock at full staff. It was based on a bed of red pubes. It was on the thicker side.
At first, he washed around his quarter size nipples with both hands, then slowly slid both hands down together towards his cock until his two hands framed what was a very hard cock stretching for the heavens. It was gorgeous. Was this for me? Did he come to just unload like I did or was it because of me? I looked down and my seven inches were sticking straight out too. I felt this strange feeling in my stomach. It was like a hunger. I was confused at what to do. There was this hot desire but a fear all at the same time.
It was then that I heard someone outside and quickly turned my back to the assistant. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see he did the same thing. I thought of everything that would make my erection go away. I wanted it to go down and go down now.
"Oh, here you are," I heard the Scout Master say. He was just a couple years younger than me. He was a blond, Nordic looking man appearing as you would expect a strong Viking to look. As he peeled off his T-shirt walking towards us, I could see his big nipples and a hairy chest as I looked over my shoulder. He tugged his suit off. The hair ran down his stomach in a trail to his groin where there was a thick bush upon which an average penis sprouted. I had seen him naked before. When we had taken the boys camping at my grandparents, we slipped off to go skinny dipping in the creek. I love to skinny dip. If I didn't have to wear a bathing suit in the water, I wouldn't.
