Spontaneous Orgasm

I was a boy scout and I loved it. Camping with friends and their dad's, sports, swimming in rivers, and lakes..I loved all that. I would continued with it and became an eagle scout but my family and I were moving to a new state after high school. I remember my last camping trip like it was yesterday. I had an experience that solidified my desire to worship the alter of manhood for the rest of my life.

There were 5 boys and 3 dads. One of them was Joseph, our den leader, and my best friend Ernie's dad. He was our den leader since I was 11 years old. I was now 18, so I spent a lot of time at their house. They were very Italian. Big Sunday dinners with lots of extended family members around. All Ernie's uncles and older cousins were all hypermasculine, olive skinned, hairy, muscular men. These dinners were a feast for the eyes and the appetite.

On this camping trip, Joseph, Ernie and I would share one three man tent, just like we did for the better part of the past decade. After setting up camp, the days were filled with collecting firewood, playing soccer, swimming, and playing more soccer. It was warm and it was nice to cool off in the lake. The sun went down and we lit a fire and cooked hot dogs for dinner.

As the night forged on we all sat around the fire and Joseph broke out his cooler of beers. He and the other dads each drank a few, us boys had soda, juice, and water. Alcohol was strictly forbidden on Boy Scout trips but this was our last outing as a group and no one would care. Eventually Joseph announced he was crashing and retreated to our tent. Other dads followed shortly after. Ernie and I and the other boys raided the cooler. I think the dad's knew we would do that and didn't care. After another hour or so, sleep sounds emanated from all the tents, we put the fire out and said goodnight. Ernie and I took off our shirts and crashed in the tent, on either side of Joseph.

It was warm that night and I couldn't sleep. Both Ernie and Joseph were out for the count. I layed there on my side looking past Joseph out the side window flap at the night sky. It was a full moon so everything, even the inside of our tent, was illuminated in soft moonlight. After some time, Joseph stirred. I laid still. He kicked his way out of his sleeping bag, seeking some cool night air on his body. To my surprise he was wearing only his jockstrap. I immediately felt a stir in my loins. I laid there quietly staring at the masculine bulge before me.

After a few minutes Joseph fell back to sleep and I continued to stare. His jock bulge seemed to grow, slowly, but it was growing. The pouch seemed like it was straining to stretch over his meaty package. I had seen his cock many times over the years on these camping trips. It was long, thick and uncut. It was surrounded by a thick bush of very black pubes that seemed to go all the way up to his neck. Never even really thought about what it would look like hard. Now I was intrigued. I resigned myself to the fact that I was not going to get any sleep that night as long as that bulge was in my sight.

After a few more minutes Joseph began to stir again. He was still snoring so I was confident he was sleeping, but I guess things down below were getting uncomfortable. he kept tugging at his jockstrap pouch to release some pressure on his heavy balls. At one point he thumbed the waistband of his jock and his engorged member leapt free. He released the waist band and it landed squarely on the center of his shaft, and his sheathed cock head was exposed. He began to snore again and I was transfixed on his manhood. It continued to grow and I watched his cockhead emerge from the sheathing of his foreskin. It was big and bulbous. It was reddish purple, almost like it was crying to be relieved so it could retreat to safety. I watched. He moved some, maybe a little bit of writhing. His cock, stabilized by his waistband was moving in and out with each movement. His breathing changed. His breaths were longer and deeper, and would pause at times. I noticed when he paused he would push his hips up slightly and it seemed like another push of blood into his already engorged cock. The piss hole would open up as if his cock was crying out in pain. His hands were resting across his hairy belly, but nowhere near the mesmerizing activity below. Joseph, a man in his late 40s was having a wet dream before my eyes.

I watched his pace quicken. The breathing, the writhing, the thrusting. His piss hole stayed open like a garden hose. On one breathing pause he pushed his hips a little higher then relaxed with a long exhale. I watched as thick cum pulsated out of the garden hose between his legs. It didn't shoot out, but it was clear that it was being powerfully pushed out. First slow, then faster. Three, four, five, six pulses, then slower, then just thick clear liquid dripped from his cockhead that was almost immediately retreating and relaxing. First back inside the foreskin, then back inside the jock. I couldn't believe what I just witnessed.

Joseph stirred and he reached down to adjust his pouch and waistband like he did before. I emulated sleep sounds to give him the illusion of privacy. When he thumbed his waistband he touched the pool of cum in his belly. Some of it dropped down his side on to his mattress pad. I was eyeing one large, glistening pool of his cum, hoping he wouldn't wipe it away. Realizing what just happened he sighed loudly. I watched as he rubbed the evidence into his belly and chest hair. He also licked the remnants off his fingers.

When he fell back asleep I scooped up a pool of cum on his mattress pad and exited the tent as if i was going to take a piss. Instead I stood behind the tent and looked through the window at Joseph. I took out my cock that was aching from an hour long, rock hard erection. I used Joseph's cum as lube and drained my young, healthy balls. Relieved and satisfied, I crawled back in the tent and fell asleep.