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Authors name: Raj Pepper (backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com)
Story title : Summer Camp on the Chesapeake Bay - 3
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Summer Camp On The Cheasapeake - 3 (m+, teens, voy, 1st
gay exp)
by Raj Pepper (backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com)
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In the absence of girls for sex, over-amped campers go
absolutely crazy with lust for each other, laughing and
cracking up the whole time!
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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 voraciosly 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 Literotica,
The Kristen Archives, and Nifty, 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!
Time: Mid 1970s
Place: A Summer Camp On The Chesapeake Bay
When Glen walked in, it was clear that the three of us
had just finished a total suck fest. The bunks were
pushed together and we were on them together, still
naked, all twisted all over each other with our hands on
each other's poles and our faces laying across legs or
mid sections.
It was also perfectly natural and normal for Glen to walk
in, being that this bunk room over the kitchen was his
for the summer. I was just surprised that we didn't hear
him until he opened the door. The radio was playing, but
it was playing loud music quietly!
Paul and Jerry froze. They knew that Glen and I had been
jerk buddies, but they had no idea how much time we'd
spent 69ing already that summer, so when Glen looked at
us with a huge smile and said, "Cool!" in a boisterous,
friendly guy way, and I answered back "Hey," with a big
grin, they were relieved, to put it mildly! Then I
froze...
Looming out of the shadows of the doorway came 'Capt'n'
Mike, assistant director of the whole summer camp. Mike
basically ran the camp and, at 22, was older, wiser,
tougher, faster and more worldly than all of us. He was a
nice guy, and we all liked him, but he was definately
part of the grown up world, and we were still kids
compared to him. He had a beautiful girlfriend who drove
a brand new Triumph convertible, who visited him from
Baltimore every week, and it was common knowledge that
they were to get some undisturbed time together during
those visits.
"Cheeezus, you guys," Mike said with a big, disarmingly
friendly smile, then told us to just go ahead and head
back to our cabins, and added, in a resposible tone, that
we shouldn't really be up here in the first place.
We scrambled to get back into our shorts and t-shirts and
sneakers, and tore passed them and down the stairs.
Halfway across the playing fields I started to howl with
laughter, and the other two did, too. Then Paul and Jerry
headed to their cabin and I headed to mine.
When I got there, I half opened the door and told the
Counselor In Charge that I still had some putting away to
help with over at the kitchen. Everyone was nearly
asleep, and he mumbled some sort of OK, so I dashed back
to the scene of the crime. There was no moon, and I ran
like I was in the 100 yard dash.
When I got to the mess hall, I darted around back and
quietly opened the gate into Glen's little enclosed yard,
looked up, and saw his inner door shut. This was a first,
and now I HAD to have a look.
The kitchen bunk house had been built in the early 60s,
in a rustic style, over the flat roofed kitchen that
dated from the 50s. There was a nearly 3 foot wide ledge
outside the door and windows on 2 sides, and I slid up
the stairs, still smiling and more than a little short of
breath, and carefully knelt out onto the ledge along the
window side and peeked in through the screen and the
slatted wooden interior shutters.
Glen was sitting on the end of the single bunk, feet on
the floor, and Mike was standing in front of him.
Both of them were plenty naked, and so close to me that I
could have reached out and touched either of them. I was
so excited my chest was completely constricted. Glen, a
friendly, muscular kid with a comically tough edge,
straight like me, and like Paul, and like Jerry, and like
Mike, I guess (?!), was holding Mike's dick like he had
just caught it while applauding. It was absolutely
slathered in vegetable shortening from the kitchen, so
much that it looked like icing, and Glen's open, extended
hands were sliding up and down along the sides of it.
They were talking, quietly, and the tone and cadence
sounded like one shy kid trying to talk another shy kid
into asking a pretty girl to dance. "Say it," Mike said.
"Can't we just do it?" Glen asked.
"You have to say it," Mike said, friendly but firm. "Fuck
me," Mike said, looking up sheepishly. "Say the whole
thing, or I can't," Mike said back, grinning a giant
grin. It was a bizarre exchange... not aggressive, sort
of funny, in an endearing way, if that makes any sense.
My eyes were huge, and I had my dick out and was
stretching it. I could clearly see where all this was
going, and I had never seen two guys screw before, and
certainly not two straight guys, one of whom I knew
pretty well. This was the 70s, and vid porn didn't exist
yet, and we'd never seen ANY guy-guy porn, anywhere.
Glen's palms were still moving up and down and up and
down. His dick was so much more fully grown up than mine
or Jerry's or Paul's or even Glen's, and Glen had the
biggest I'd ever seen up until now.
"Please fuck me in my ass," Mike said, not in a heavy or
tough way, more of a whisper, smiling.
"Please fuck me in the ass," Glen said, looking up,
looking sheepish, but still smiling that huge smile he
got when we messed around.
He rolled back and threw his legs up in the air, letting
go of the lathered dick and rubbing the goo on his own
dick, and reaching further down to massage it into his
ass. Mike put Glen's feet on his shoulders, and poked his
dick against the opening of Glen's butt. This was all
just beyond my nose, and I had never seen such a thing,
though I was certainly no stranger to dick play.
Mike started to roll his hips, but he didn't seem to go
in at all, just rolled them with the head of his dick
against Glen's asshole. Glen started to move in a
matching rythm, and then it almost seemed like Mike just
fell forward. His dick slid in up to the hilt and they
both let out a sort of gasp, and didn't move for what
seemed like a full minute or more.
Then Glen started to roll his hips up, just slightly,
then did it again, then again. Without pulling out at
all, Mike started to match his rolls, then, slowly, I
started to see space between them and see his incredible
dick, out, then in, then out, then in.
Then they picked up the pace and it became a little more
forceful, with a little flesh slapping as they met. I
could smell it... not shit but sex, fucking, sweat and
shortening and balls and butts. The slamming was fanning
the scent right into my nostrils.
Glen was sliding both hands all over his own dick and
balls, over and over. He was letting go with the most
incredible MMMMMPHS!, and smiling like a dog getting his
belly rubbed. On the down slap he started to say, "Fuck,"
as he exhaled, over and over.
This seemed to push Mike and he started to really slam
and dig forward, raising on his toes, leg muscles all
tensed. I was on my knees, with my face against the
screen, jerking my pole like carzy.
Glen let go with sounds that I was afraid would be heard
by the goddam cabins, though they were way too far away,
and shot across his chest and some over his shoulder. I
shot against the wall below the window, and Mike went
rigid and started to buck and blast into Glen's ass. The
bunk bed was all over the place.
Fiannly, they collapsed onto the bunk, and after a
minute, Mike said with an exhausted grin, "You got me to
love doin' this... I just LOVE it! What the hell?!"
Glen just groaned a long groan. I just smiled and backed
down the stairs and headed for my cabin.
It was fun to watch, but you wouldn't put one of those
goddam things into my poop chute, no way!
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