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Authors name: Raj Pepper (backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com)
Story title : Summer Camp on the Chesapeake Bay
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Summer Camp on the Chesapeake Bay (bb, coming-of-age)
By Raj Pepper (backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com)
***
A boy's experiences at summer camp.
***
If you are under 18, you should not read this. If
reading stories of a sexual nature are illegal where you
are, then don't goddam read this. Get out and vote!
This story is true, and is from a moment in my life
where I was developing my sexual identity. I am a
straight adult, but I was a voraciously bi youth. It was
all very natural, and I'm not in the least bit ashamed
or unhappy about it.
I hadn't really thought about it much since then, until
the past six months, when writing about it on The
Kristen Archives, Nifty, and Literotica brought it
roaring back to my senses. I can taste the moment, feel
it, smell it all over again, just by writing. This, in
itself, is a new experience, and I'm really enjoying it.
If you like the story, feel free to e-mail me, at
backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com - Getting feedback is
cool, especially from those with similar experiences!
Don't be shy!
NOTE: Writing about my origins as a sexual being does
not mean that I wish to relive them in real life. If you
are under 18 or like to pretend that you are, please do
NOT e-mail me.
FURTHER NOTE: While I respect the aforementioned erotica
sites for their total free speech stance, I protest the
acceptance of stories that include any form of non-
consent or violence, or any adult to minor contact.
***
It was my second year at the summer camp, and I was now
a very grown up 12 years old. I was a happy kid, a fun
kid, and I thought I was pretty cool, though I wasn't
arrogant about it. I just loved rock and roll and
smokin' pot and throwin' a football and havin' fun. This
was the mid 70s, and I liked really rockin' rock n
roll... Hendrix, Sabbath, Alice, etc. though I liked
more relaxed rock as well.
I was there for the whole summer, 2nd year in a row. My
folks would dump me off along the Chesapeake and go back
to having a life, and I loved it! Other kids would come
for a week or two weeks, but I just stayed and stayed.
Glen was a 16 year old who worked as the live-in kitchen
boy above the kitchen in a little dorm room. He had been
a junior counselor the summer before, and I really liked
him then and really liked him now. I fully expected him
to be a counselor this year, but he had heard of an
employment opportunity at the camp and had taken it.
There were usually three kitchen boys in the dorm, but
two of them this year lived close by, so Glen had the
space to himself.
Glen also lived sort of close by, compared to all the
rest of the campers, but he loved the camp and the whole
atmosphere of the place and was very happy living an
independent summer in such a great environment at the
edge of the Chesapeake Bay.
The summer before I had felt like a little kid, and he
had seemed so grown up. This year, I was more like a
younger friend to him. I would stop around back to see
him during off hours or 'down time', and that was OK
with my counselor.
Stairs led down from Glen's room to a little enclosed
area behind the kitchen. There was a shower there and a
rickety weight bench. Glen and I would get together and
lift, just short sessions, though I was only doing reps
with the bar!
Back in the 70s, it was normal to wear short gym shorts,
and both Glen and I wore them, as well as cut offs at
other times. Right near the beginning of the summer, I
decided to risk wearing no underwear when I went to
lift. This was a bold move, and I thought it was wicked
funny! I lay on the bench in a position that showed the
bottom edge of my balls, and when Glen wasn't looking, I
twisted my pecker south towards the open view, as well.
It took quite a while for him to notice, but when he
did, the atmosphere changed immediately.
Was I aware that my balls and dick were exposed to the
world? Was I aware that he could see them? Was I doing
it on purpose? Was I, a younger kid, making a subtle
suggestion that maybe...?
As I went around to spot him on a slightly heavier lift,
there was a little pole straining inside my shorts,
pointing down towards him. He looked up at me, grinning
from ear to ear, looking down at him, grinning from ear
to ear! He went to the toilet, and when he came out, he
lay back down on the bench and I just bet he had... YES!
I nonchalantly walked around the bench, and there it
was! I stared right at his balls and the tip of his cool
dick, and especially at all his hair, which I coveted.
He had positioned himself for the same view, and we were
on!
He took it right to the next level and asked if I wanted
to see some cool old skin mags he'd found stashed
upstairs. I was delighted to, who wouldn't be? We flew
up the stairs like wild things and he immediately pulled
out a roll of old nudist mags from the 50s and 60s and
tossed them on the bed.
We were laughing and having a great time when he came
right out and asked if I wanted to jerk off. Sure! Lets
do it!
I really wanted to see his unleashed dick, and suddenly,
there it was... a beauty! Not huge, just handsome. Mine
was still somewhere between cute and handsome, but he
really seemed to like it, right away! We pulled our
shorts down to our ankles and lay, shirtless, shoulder
to shoulder, on his old wooden camp bed, and started
stretching and pulling our dicks, laughing and goofing,
pointing out everything worth making comment about in
the mags.
I should explain that I'd always played sex games,
including all sorts of variations of sucking, with my
friends and neighbors and relatives growing up. This was
different. It somehow seemed very grown up, and took on
a whole new level of camaraderie and excitement for me
because of it.
Glen showed me a picture of one girl who he said looked
almost exactly like his cousin, Lee. The girl in the
picture was very pretty, with smallish tits that were
shaped like big chicken croquettes and a little patch of
hair, probably older than me but younger than Glen. He
said she lives up the street from his house and she
absolutely loves to suck him, and sometimes to screw as
well.
I laughed and didn't believe him, and I told him so.
He said he bet he could get her to come to camp and suck
me. It didn't occur to me that he could be telling the
truth, because even though I had sex games with my
cousins, Lee was more grown up and more grown up girls
just didn't do that kind of thing until... until what? I
guess until college, unless they were tart sluts, which
the picture he showed me didn't look like at all.
Besides, Glen was such a cool guy, and a nice guy, that
he couldn't have a tart slut for a cousin.
I laughed and changed the subject, and told Glen I could
suck my self, and didn't need Lee or anyone else for
that matter, then I proceeded to roll up on the bed and
showed him. Much to my surprise, he did the same!
Our styles were a little different for self-sucking. I
was like a crab contortionist on it's back. Glen was
legs over the top, feet against the wall. I could get
about a third of my slender but long for my age dick
into my mouth. Glen could only get the head into his
mouth, but we really showed off for each other like
crazy, laughing the whole time!
After a little bit, we unrolled, and I asked if we could
get a closer look at each other's dicks, maybe even jerk
each other. He said yes with the same enthusiasm I'd
shown him earlier. We switched around on the bed, laying
on our sides with our dicks near each other's faces and
started to pull on each other's
poles.
We were both laughing a little, then became very quiet.
I stretched and jerked his dick close to my face,
fascinated by the way it looked and felt and filled my
hand. The hair was great, and I kept tickling it and
playing with it. I felt his balls, and they felt bigger
than mine, his sack longer and looser. I looked down and
he was doing the same thing, really examining me,
rolling my balls with his finger tips, then briskly
rubbing up and down the shaft, my dick practically
brushing his nose.
His dick did brush my nose at that point, and we both
looked down at each other and smiled. We looked at each
other for a long moment longer, both of us sliding our
hands up and down each other, slowly, gently, smoothly
yet firmly, then very slowly we took the tips in our
mouths. We could each see the other, at least at first.
We didn't have to say anything, or ask if it was OK, we
just did it.
I loved the feel of it in my mouth. It was the first
real grown up dick I'd ever sucked, though I'd sucked
dicks before. I loved the feel on my tongue. I loved
trying to push my tongue into the tip. I loved caressing
and squeezing his balls. I thought his pubic hair was
the coolest thing ever!
Glen stopped and asked if I could come yet, and I told I
could, a little bit. He said he would make me come
first, and would really make me shoot a lot. He said
that coming while being sucked was the best thing ever,
and I believed him! We 69 wrestled for quite a while,
and as I was pretty strong for a 12 year old, this was
rough play though really funny, and we both kept
laughing as we rolled around, trying not to fall off the
camp bed.
Then I felt the train coming down the tracks. I knew I
was about to come, but this was a totally different
feeling to what I'd known before. With an incredible
bang, I really came, physically, for the first time. I'm
sure I didn't shoot all that much, but Glen made a ton
of yummy groans as he finished me off. I was panting
furiously with his dick in my mouth, then slowly started
my rhythmic bobbing up and down on it again.
In a very little while he tensed up and immediately
started to shoot his load. The first jet popped like a
little firecracker and it was amazing, though it freaked
me out a little, and I clamped my lips around it really
tightly and swallowed while he bucked and moaned for
what seemed like a long time, my dick still in his mouth
as I was still sort of after-coming at the same time.
Then he laughed a really hearty, genuine, good-natured
laugh, and I did too. It was great, and I felt like I
had a completely new kind of grown up, teenage friend,
which I did, and he had a little buddy, which he did.
***
So here we were, Glen and I, already established as suck
buddies, first thing at the beginning of a long summer.
Don't get me wrong, I was totally into camp, and all the
activities, and all the friendships and sports and
swimming and campfires, etc., but with a remarkable
regularity, I managed to figure out a reason to head
over towards the mess hall. Then a quick slip around
back and up the stairs to see if Glen was up in his
room. Usually, he was, since I knew the best times to
find him there.
I would rush in, laughing, and he would crack up, too,
sometimes throwing a pillow or a book at me. I would
flop onto his bed next to him, shoulder to shoulder, and
we would jerk off or jerk each other off. He would pull
out the roll of old skin mags, and we would look at them
and talk about sex and tits and pussy and dicks and
fucking and what have you, laughing and jerking our
dicks like crazy.
Because I was still a camper, and clearly not Junior
Counselor age in the eyes of the staff despite my height
(though I considered myself pretty mature) there was
always a certain urgency to my visits, because we knew
I'd have to get back to my cabin pretty quickly.
We fell into a routine that I loved. While jerking, Glen
would tell me to let him know when I was going to come
(or jizz, as we sometimes called it!) and he would start
to suck me pretty furiously just before I started to
come. That would make me come like I never had before
these sessions started, and my body would absolutely
lift off the bed as I came, twitching stiffly like a
come fit. Then I would get on my knees on the end of the
bed and suck Glen.
I was a slower sucker, mostly because I just liked the
action of my head going up and down and his dick sliding
in and out of my mouth. I would roll my palm across his
balls like he did to me, and squeeze them and pinch them
a little, careful not to hurt him.
I loved his hair, and loved the feel of it tickling my
mouth and lips and nose. When I could feel him getting
ready to come, I would suck in long, slow but steady
sucking motions, but I would increase the actual suck
power so my cheeks were all sucked in. His come was
always like a squirting firecracker on its first blast,
and I found that funny as well as cool.
I saw Glen as the coolest kid I knew, and I was
completely thrilled and excited that we had this crazy
thing going on. This may sound odd to whoever reads
this, but I never considered what we did as something
gay or queer. We were having fun... huge amounts of fun,
suckin' dicks. Our own, for the fun of it, and each
other's, for the fun AND PLEASURE of it.
I loved the physicality of wrestling with each other
while we sucked, and the closeness of collapsing onto
each other, naked and sweaty and laughing, when we were
done. I suppose I loved Glen, but it was the love of a
young friend for another young friend... joyful,
exuberant, but not actually romantic. We did know,
without actually mentioning it, that the rest of the
world would probably misunderstand our approach to fun,
so we were still very discreet outside the wall of our
little suck fort.
We got into two habits together at camp that summer that
would define my coming teenage years as much as anything
else. One was the wild, athletic 69, with the almost
deep throat mutual come while holding each other tight
like wrestlers, then laughing like mad after our dicks
softened and popped out of our mouths.
The other was inviting someone into our sex play, but
only revealing as much as we felt they were ready for.
That meant starting with a little jerking over skin
mags, then jerking each other, then letting them watch
as we sucked a little, as if it was the first time we
were doing it, and we were as surprised as they were!
This proved to be amazing, because we found that there
wasn't anyone who could resist sucking or being sucked
by two guys who they considered cool. If we showed that
it was as fun as it naturally was, and that it was OK
and cool and nothing to feel funny about between
friends, then all sorts of campers and counselors, over
time, wanted to be a part of it.
***
Tom Tom was our resident Indian, even though he was
really Italian and really named Tomas. He was one of the
counselors in my cabin, just about 17, a really cool
kid, and everyone thought he was the greatest. He had
really long, straight black hair, and a great tan and
his already olive skin, and he loved to play the Indian
at all of our campfire and skit night events.
Tom was a football star back at his high school, but he
had a friendly demeanor and a huge smile when he wasn't
on the gridiron. He was friends with Glen, as was I, but
I don't think they were friends in the same way.
His single bunk was next to my full, over under bunk. I
had the bottom bunk, and Tom would regularly put on a
show for me that no one else could see. Subtle in the
beginning, then bolder after the first week, he would
change into or out of swim trunks or underwear, always
facing my way, always leaning in towards my bed just a
little, always 1/2 to 3/4 hard, always slow and
deliberate with his movements, always smiling.
I was a good audience, not afraid to stare with a huge
grin on my face. I would return the show in little ways,
but I would have had to face the whole cabin, so my show
was VERY subtle.
***
One afternoon we found ourselves in the cabin, just the
two of us. Tom Tom changed out of trunks, VERY slowly,
his dick actually popping out of the fabric. Then,
before he pulled his briefs all the way up, he pulled
open a Playboy and flashed me the centerfold,
lengthways.
I was hard as a little rock in my cut offs, and I pulled
out one of the nudist mags that I'd borrowed from the
stash above the kitchen and held it up towards Tom in
return. When he reached for it I said "Not here! Lets go
up to the fire ring!"
There was a fire ring less than a quarter mile up the
hill into the woods, where we gathered regularly for
events. He agreed and off we went. We ran some and
laughed a lot, eventually coming to the clearing. "Let
me see it!" he demanded in a friendly, boyish way.
"Lets jerk off!" I responded, a huge grin on my face. We
sat on one of the huge logs and pulled our dicks out and
began to stretch and stroke. The tits in the Playboy
were great, and the nudist mags had the advantage of
being able to see everything, which we commented on
freely, including daring to mention the guy's dicks.
"Hold your dick like a sword!" I said as I stood up and
faced him.
"You are such a little kid," he laughed, but sure
enough, he grabbed his dick around his balls and worked
it against mine like a sword.
We were both laughing like crazy when I just dropped
down and put my lips on the head of Tom's surprisingly
manly dick. He froze completely, absolutely stone still,
and I looked up, still grinning, and slipped it into my
mouth.
"Cheeeezus... don't do that HERE!" he said, looking
around with eyes as big as saucers. He pulled his shorts
up and said "C'mon." I followed him deeper into the
woods, over a short rise to a flat rock with the sun
pouring down on it.
"Here," he said and pulled his shorts all the way off
and lay down. I knelt down between his legs and slurped
his dick right back into my mouth. "I can't believe
you", he kept saying through his laughs, as I bobbed my
head up and down on his cool dick. That's really the
most honest description I can give of it. It was a cool
dick.
"C'mon around and lay on top," he said, and pulled me
around to a 69. He teased me for having so little hair,
and I didn't even care. He pulled me down so that I was
really all the way into his mouth, and he was much more
vocal that I was, with lots of 'mmmmmmm' sounds which
were funny. "What do you want me to do when I come?" he
asked.
I just laughed with his dick in my mouth and mumbled
through, "Just come!"
He started to really knead my butt and worked my balls
almost too roughly, and his breathing was turning into
pants, so I knew it was coming. "Oh shit, Raj, oh shit
oh shit!" he was saying through my long-for-my-age but
not particularly fat dick, then he popped a furious
series of squirts into my mouth. I kept it up, and the
sounds out of his mouth were like some animal in a
slapstick comedy film, mixed with plenty of 'Oh shits'.
He was still sucking my dick, but he wasn't
concentrating, and eventually he just stopped and kept
breathing in pants with it in his mouth, loose. When he
got his composure back he exclaimed that that was the
greatest ever, then asked almost sheepishly if I could
come yet. I told him I could. a little, and he gently
pushed me onto my back on the rock and began a
deliberate suck that was out of this world. He stopped
for a moment and looked me in the face and said he'd
never tasted anyone's come besides his own, but he was
going to go ahead and finish me off with my dick in his
mouth and try it.
He had me lean against a big tree, got on his knees on
the soft moss, looked up at me and said I should put my
thumb on the back of my dick near the base, and whap it
against his lips a whole bunch. I did that between his
long sucks and he kept looking up at me and diving back
down with furious suckings in between whapping, and we
both kept grinning.
Eventually the sucking became too good, and my not-yet-
manly ball sack scrunched up tight as anything. I held
the sides of his head and came like a little rocket,
with stifled, high-pitched moans. He made yummmmmm
noises, which made me feel good, like we were both on
the same plane, which we were.
"Damn, that was cool!" he said, and I agreed as we
jogged and laughed our way back towards camp.
***
There was a place on the far side of the raft where you
could sit with your back to the beach, and only your
head could be seen. Tom Tom was sitting up there,
catching sun, when I popped up unexpectedly and said,
through my wet grin, that he should whap his dick
against my lips like I had done to him.
He said no, and that I was out of my fuckin' mind, but
he was grinning and looking all around while he
protested. The place where he sat did actually have an
air of semi privacy to it, so after telling me I was one
crazy kid, he pulled his dick out, discreetly, and I
leaned over and took it into my mouth.
After a little sucking, I opened my mouth and he started
to whap it, but it was more like he was just flailing it
around my widely opened mouth. Our angle was all wrong,
and we both cracked up. I just went back to regular
sucking, while Tom leaned back with his arms splayed
back over a barrel, looking back over his shoulder,
right and left.
When I could feel that he was getting close to coming, I
told him to shoot into the water, that I wanted to see
it, and I continued to stroke his rod. He put his hand
on top of mine and sped it up, then pointed it out
towards the open water and shot a stream of jizz. It was
beautiful to see.
Mine was still more of an energetic ooze when I came,
but his actually shot like a frog carrying a streamer! I
squeezed a last big drop of his come to the tip of his
dick and stuck my tongue onto the blob and licked it off
with a flick. It was creamy and I cracked up with a
burble of come in my mouth, Tom Tom cracking up as well,
when I saw Jerry... and froze.
Jerry had quietly come around the edge of the raft, to
sneak up on us, just for fun. It was a normal thing to
do, but Tom was supposed to look out to keep us from
being discovered. Only his head was visible out of the
water at the corner of the raft, his eyes wide, frozen
in the water.
I stared at him, just my head out of the water, my grin
now frozen on my face and come still clearly on my lips.
I was suddenly afraid, because even though I totally
enjoyed sucking and sex play, I was completely aware
that there was a huge risk involved if you were caught
by anyone not part of the suck circle.
Tom didn't even blink. He told Jerry, in a boisterous,
older boy tone, to come sit up next to him, then told me
to come over and do it to Jerry, too.
Amazingly, Jerry just grinned and pulled himself up onto
the raft, sat shoulder to shoulder with Tom and spread
his knees a little and smiled a genuinely friendly
smile. The smile was totally disarming, and I smiled
back and moved closer.
Jerry was a year older than me, a little shorter than I
was and just a little more muscular than me. He was our
camp exotic, being one of two Jewish kids in the whole
camp, which was a YMCA camp, not a YMHA camp. He had a
pear shaped face with a permanent grin, and thick
reddish hair and freckles. We knew each other and liked
each other a lot.
Is this OK? I asked him, and he just grinned wider and
hooked his thumbs into his waistband and pulled them
down just enough to reveal his now hard pecker. He
didn't say a word, just grinned like nobody's business,
and I leaned in and got my head up and over, and lowered
my grinning mouth down onto his cool dick. It was fatter
than mine, but the head was actually smaller than mine
and sort of streamlined. It sure was redder than mine.
Tom Tom was squeezing and rubbing his own dick, which
got hard again, and he put Jerry's hand on it. Jerry
started to squeeze and stretch it while I bobbed up and
down on his rod... just a great moment in the sun and in
the water... just a great moment growing up...
Tom said, "kids!" A signal that made it clear that we
were about to be invaded, and we all broke off and
headed back to shore, laughing and splashing, part of
something cool, part of something special and unique to
us... part of a great summer!
Stay tuned for Chapter 2...
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