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Bi Friends: Summer Camp On The Chesapeake
by Rodger Pepper (backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com)
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Literally a coming of age reminiscence. A 1970s summer
camp, where bi sex play among straight kids was the
ongoing thrill sport of choice. (m+teens, fmm, 1st, bi,
self-oral)
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Author Notes: 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 goddamn 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 erotica
sites 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.
Feedback is cool, so feel free to e-mail me, at
backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com, especially if this
sounds like you all over!
Second 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.
Third Note: While I respect the 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. I hope that
total free speech includes my protests.
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Summer Camp On The Chesapeake
TIME: The Mid 1970s
PLACE: A Summer Camp On The Chesapeake Bay
CHAPTER 1
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 own self, and didn't need Lee or anyone
else for that matter, then 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 awhile,
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 a 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.
CHAPTER 2
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...
CHAPTER 3
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," and 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 and 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.
CHAPTER 4
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!
CHAPTER 5
It was particularly hot, even with the Chesapeake at
our doorstep. The wind would stir, and then lay flat,
again and again. In the flat times, the world was like
an oven, so what do I do? I go off to a room where I
know it'll be even hotter, and I don't even mind!
Glen was lounging on a beat up, old folding chaise in
his little enclosed back yard, reading a CONAN
paperback, waiting for me. When I came through the
squeaky gate, he looked up and cracked the biggest
grin. All I said was "C'mon!" and ran up the stairs to
his room.
The windows were all open, though there were louvered
shutters on the lower half, but the room was like an
oven. Glen had pushed his single bunk up against the
over-under bunk, giving us a big space to roll around
on, and we threw off our t-shirts and shorts and
underwear and jumped on the bed.
There were three old nudist mags in particular from his
stash that I really liked to look at while I stretched
and jerked my little rocket, and I went for these and
lined them up on the bed. We lay, shoulder-to-shoulder
and sweaty and laughing.
Glen went to the photo of the girl who looked like his
cousin, Lee, and told me more about her. This time I
believed him, and was glued to his every word. The
photo showed a bright eyed, smiling, pretty, slender
girl, hair cut straight just below her ears, with cute,
conical titties. She was actually my build, but with
more hips and obviously more boobs! He told me that he
and Lee had been playmates since they were born, and
naked playmates since he could remember. He told me
that she was very specific about what she liked to do,
but if I did all the things she asked, she was the
greatest, and would do almost anything.
Like what, for chrissakes? LIKE WHAT??? What did she
like to do? Well, for one, she loved to suck Glen's
dick, and did it damn near all the time, according to
him. She liked to have her pussy licked, you know,
eatin' out, and she liked that a lot, and Glen did that
a lot with her. She liked to 69, though she did it WAY
differently than we did. She liked to peel cucumbers
and put them in her pussy and she liked to have me work
them into her ass. "NO!!!" I laughed and rolled over
onto Glen, sweat and all, and ground my dick into his
while he continued...
Its true. We had an exchange student from France stay
with us for a semester, and we played naked with him a
lot. He told her that that's what kids do in France, no
shit, to keep from getting pregnant, and they also
screw up the butt, which we also tried a lot while he
was over here.
Actually, we did it a whole lot! He showed us what to
do and how to do it, and it was cool! "Sounds gross!" I
said. "Do you fuck her regular style?" Sure, he said,
but she always makes me use a rubber, so we don't make
a baby. "I'm too young to make a baby," I said, but
Glen assured me that as soon as come comes out, I can
make a baby, no shit, so be aware!
I felt very grown up at that point, and slid down the
front of Glenn until I was on my knees between his
legs, and closed my lips gently but firmly around the
head of his grown up dick. I pulled away so that it
almost popped out, using suction to hold the tip
against my lips, then plunged my head down and filled
my mouth. The sun was pouring in on us, and we were hot
and sweaty, and we didn't care!
Glen let out a chuckling groan, and I started to bob up
and down, and was just lovin' it, lovin' the freedom,
the independence, the moment.
"I told her you can suck your own dick," He said, and I
blurted a shocked protest through a mouthful of spit
covered hard on. "You what?" Was he out of his mind?
He assured me that it was WAY OK, and that that more
than anything made her want to come to camp to meet me.
She was with me when I sucked myself for the first
time, he said. She even helped shove it in as far as it
could go, and cheered me on, especially when I came, he
added.
OK! I said. I told him I really wanted her to come, and
then I sucked up and down, pretty furiously, as Glen
let go his firecracker squirts. I looked up and laughed
an open mouth laugh with come in my mouth, and Glen
laugh a huge laugh, then went to work on me.
He lay on his belly on the bed, and I sat back on my
haunches. He pulled himself up and started to suck, and
this time I got into a long, low grinding motion,
pulling the sides and back of his head while I ground
my still nearly hairless pelvis into his face.
Looking back at this and all our suck fests that
summer, it brings a smile to my face remembering how
natural this all was. We didn't have videos or even
magazines to learn all this from, we just tried
whatever we wanted, and turned the parts we liked best
into our regular routine. I remember this grinding
action and that whole moment, as much as anything
because we didn't do it again that way, even though it
was great!
He was up on his elbows, and he used his fingertips to
tickle my sparse new hairs and really work my balls and
the area just behind them while giving me a remarkable
suck. As I got close to coming, I told him I wanted to
try
something with him. I got off the bed, and leaned
against a space between two windows, then told him to
get on his knees and suck me there while I stood.
He pulled a small but thick oval woven rug over and got
on his knees and started to suck, looking up at me most
of the time and smiling. I told him to lean back a
little, and puff his lips out a little, with his mouth
open a little, then I hooked my thumb at the base of my
dick and started to whap it against his mouth. He
cracked up and said what the fuck? I finally told him
about me and Tom Tom, and that it was something Tom Tom
had showed me, and that I had liked it. You've never
seen a face like Glen lighting up at that moment. Tell
me all about it, he hollered.
Finish me first, I replied quietly...
CHAPTER 6
That night there was a talent night in The Hall, and at
one point, Jerry came up to me with a tall cabin mate
named Paul. They were grinning and said very, very
quietly that they were going to get together that night
for a circle jerk, and did I want to join them? They
were going to go to the fire circle up the hill, but I
told them I knew of a stash of real nudist mags that I
jerk off to sometimes, up above the kitchen in Glen's
bunk room. They said "cool" and at the end of the
evening, we three took over the task of taking left
over food and drink items back to the kitchen...
I took them around back and had them wait in the little
enclosed yard while I went up to ask Glen if it was OK.
When Glen wasn't in, I should have just gone to the
fire circle with the other two, but I felt a certain
freedom to use the space,, since I was there damn near
every day, sometimes twice a day!
I pulled out the mags and all three of us started to
rub ourselves, then hands in shorts, then dicks out and
stretching and pumping and checking each other out. Do
you remember the raft?, Jerry asked me, as both he and
Paul grinned. I had been wondering if Jerry had told
Paul, and at that moment I knew he had.
Sure I remembered, so what? Would I do it again? Maybe
for both of them?
Paul was pumping like crazy, pointing his dick my way,
grinning. Maybe, I said. "Lay back," and they both did.
I pulled their shorts down to their ankles, then I
positioned myself on my knees, one knee between Jerry's
legs and the other between Paul's.
The looks on their faces was so funny. They were
absolutely as excited as two young men could possibly,
ever be, leaning up on their elbows staring at me. I
leaned down and pressed my face and my lips down hard
onto Paul's dick. It wasn't a monster, but it was sure
as hell bigger and fatter that both mine or Jerry's. He
let out a little, quiet exhale moan,, then I leaned
over to Jerry's rock hard little rocket and did the
same. He also made an excited moan, though more of a
nervous, high-pitched sound...
No, you guys do me first, I said, and I very abruptly
wiggled in between them and lay on my back with my
hands behind my head. They looked at each other for
some sort of sign, either way, then smiled, and Paul's
hand slipped over my dick and he started to stretch and
squeeze it. Jerry started to swing around to a 69, or
at least to position his dick near my mouth, and I said
No, suck me first, both of you.
Paul was taller than both of us, with dirty blond hair
and a wiry frame. He had little blond hairs all over
his legs and really nice hair around his dick. He was a
rough and tumble kid, and good at every sport we ever
played. He was leaving the next day, and that energy
was also driving him at this point. You could feel it.
He said what the hell, and got up onto his knees on the
bed, and leaned over. Without any further delay or
consideration, he just slurped my dick into his mouth
and went for it. He was pretty good, so he was either a
natural or he'd done this before!
Jerry was right next to him, face inches from his mouth
and my dick, and finally sort of snatched my dick out
of Paul's mouth and popped it into his own. Jerry used
a lot of tongue, and I thought, 'Where the hell did he
learn all that?'
Paul rose up on his knees, and I pulled him over to me
by his dick. He didn't resist, that's for sure, and he
could tell I was pulling him in to suck, so he scooted
on his knees over to my mouth. I had made my point with
them, and didn't need to force the issue anymore.
I was getting close to coming, and Jerry hadn't asked
how we were going to deal with it, so I figured it was
cool to just pop off in his mouth. It was certainly
cool for Paul to jizz in my mouth. I didn't say
anything to that effect, I just kept going.
Then I had a moment of kid brilliance... I broke off
from both of them and said Watch this, and curled up in
the legs over self suck position, and almost
immediately shot my load across the three inches of
space down into my mouth. I was clearly enjoying my
come, and they were leaning in, wide eyed. Come was
cool, and we were all on the same page.
I steered them back into the same position we'd started
with, and started to alternate my bobbing head back and
forth between their dicks. Jerk it, too, I told them,
and they stroked while I sucked, then jerked faster as
they got closer to coming. Jerry popped off in my mouth
without warning, and it made me jump a little, but I
clamped down while he bucked. Paul didn't slow down his
stroking and after Jerry had bucked for about half a
minute Paul was begging, "Me, me, me next! Come on,
quick!"
I switched to his dick and it was like a mini flood,
much more than I had ever experienced, very much a
grown up come load, and I was a little thrown. The
'pop' made my whole body jump on the bed for a split
second, then the volume had me swallowing a few times,
but I never slowed my head and mouth sucking up and
down and up and down. Paul made excellent, high,
strained MMMMMPH! noises while he clenched and bucked,
and pulled my head down onto him a little more roughly
than I was expecting, but I didn't seem to mind in the
heat of the moment.
COOL! was the exuberant expression coming from the
doorway behind me, and the three of us froze for a
second before we realized it was probably OK.
Glen had returned, quietly, and had someone in the
shadows behind him....
CHAPTER 7
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 bunkroom 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 worldlier than all of us. He was a
nice guy, and we all liked him, but he was definitely
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 responsible 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 bunkhouse 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 rhythm, 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
crazy.
Glen let go with sounds that I was afraid would be
heard by the goddamn 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.
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
goddamn things into my poop chute, no way!
CHAPTER 8
It was late in the summer, and it had been one of the
best summers of my life. The feeling of independence
was amazing, and the sex was steady, wicked, and FUNNY!
Glen's cousin, Lee, turned 16 the weekend before, and I
turned 13 that week. My folks came down for a great
visit on Saturday, and Sunday Glen had Lee come to camp
to hang out and meet me. I'll never forget her arrival.
She showed up in a totally beat up, odd European car
that her (and Glen's) aunt had saved to give her for
her 16th birthday.
It ran, barely, but who cared. It ran! She climbed out,
wearing light colored, tight plaid shorts and a
sleeveless cotton blouse. She was slender without being
skinny, barely, and was absolutely the prettiest girl I
had ever seen. She was definitely NOT the little
adolescent nudist in the magazine that Glenn said she
looked like. She seemed to me, at the time, to be the
epitomy of young womanly grace, with a tomboy edge. Her
hair was shoulder length, light brown, and her eyes
sparkled.
Glen told me that he had told her ALL about me, and
that he would describe us sucking each other while he
and Lee were screwing, and that hearing about all the
details mad her go a little crazy, in a cool way. To
say I was excited to meet her was more than an
understatement... I was besides myself with
anticipation. She didn't let on that she knew ANY of
that when she stepped out, and we spent the day doing
just cool, fun thing that you can do on a Sunday at
summer camp when you've been there awhile. We went
swimming, played volleyball, hung out and listened to
the radio, and just had a great relaxed day.
Then at one point, she grinned at both of us broadly,
and said, excitedly, that it was time to go back to
Glen's room above the kitchen.
She was in charge, in a fun way, not a mean way, and we
went along happily, like two silly puppies. When we got
up the stairs, she shut the door and looked me in the
eye and stated that a girl should be able to speak
clearly and frankly to her lover about what she liked
to do. Did I agree? Yes, of course!
Then she taught me how to kiss. It was beautiful, and
slow, and tender, and just cool as hell. I had kissed
girls before at home, my age or even a year or so
older, but she taught me how girls like to be kissed,
instead of just clamping on.
She told me to unbutton her blouse, and to remove her
bra. My hands weren't just trembling, they were
outright shaking, and she cooed repeatedly that I was
SO sweet as she gently pressed my face into the fabric,
then against the soft skin of her chest. I calmed down,
and slowly started to kiss her where she held my face
pressed against her. She told me to kiss her small but
not tiny boobs. They had what
I now know as puffy nipples, and I found them
fascinating. Glen sat right across from us, and bit-by-
bit his clothing seemed to fall off of him until he was
naked and sat stretching his pole. Lee didn't seem to
notice.
I probably didn't have much style in my suckling, but I
made up for it in enthusiasm, and I could tell from her
breathing and her body reacting that I was doing
SOMETHING right.
I want you to learn how to lick my pussy, she said, and
I was glad to have such a confident teacher. But first,
she said, visibly ratcheting up the energy, I want to
see you DO IT! I looked at Glen, not knowing what part
of `doing it' she was talking about, and Glen came
right out and said out
loud She wants to see you suck yourself!
I looked at him, and he was grinning, hugely. I looked
at her, and her eyes were so excited they looked like
they would pop, and her grin was so wide it looked like
it was uncomfortable. It was just a beautiful, but
supercharged, look of glee!
You too, I said to him, and without hesitating, he
rolled right up and over and started to position his
dick over his mouth. I tore off the rest of my clothes
and rolled up and over and got my dick into my mouth as
fast as you could imagine. Lee was staring with her
face right over my ass, her chin actually resting and
at times bouncing on my butt, grinning and caressing my
balls and ass, pushing the base of my dick with the
palm of her hand and pressing me gently over more so
that it went all the way into my mouth.
She let out an outright squeal of delight and said to
Glen that He can get it in MUCH further that YOU can.
It was hot in the room, and her hand was swirling over
and over my balls with a sweaty lubrication. Then she
was working her hand up and down my dick rhythmically,
jerking me down towards my mouth, again and again. At
one point she stopped and stretched me out fully on the
bed, and put her lips on my dick and sucked me like
crazy. I loved the feeling of her hair tickling my
thighs, and I LOVED looking at her as she worked it.
This was different than with my guy friends. My
excitement was different.
She stopped and started to kiss me much heavier and
deeper that before, a completely different kind of
kiss. Suck Glen, she whispered through her kisses, not
a heavy command, just quiet excitement. Suck Glen. Suck
him. Suck him. Her body was writhing on mine, and the
whole thing was just amazing. I opened my eyes, and
Glen was standing right there with his dick close to my
face. Hell, she didn't have to convince me, I loved
sucking Glen, so I leaned over and he popped it right
into my mouth.
GOD, Lee said, and she really was hopping up and down
on her haunches, one hand on my dick and the other
between her legs. She started to come and I didn't
understand what was going on at first, though I knew
what coming was. Her breath was crazy and there were
noises coming through her teeth.
It was actually a little scary, like maybe there was
something wrong.
Glen flopped forward and we both started to 69,
something that I was always happy to do with him. Lee
sort of lying across the both of us panting while Glen
started to come. His coming brought mine on, then we
were all just laying back. Lee rearranged herself and
started making out with Glen, moaning. I sat up and
watched. It was a much more grown up sort of make out
than she and I had done a few minutes before, and she
started to rub up and down Glen's pole as he started to
moosh his hand all over her pussy.
Wait, she said as she broke their embrace, and sat up
and looked at me again. I want you to learn to kiss my
pussy, the way I like it to be kissed. I grinned a
readiness and she laid back and instructed me to start
with massaging her thighs, up and back and all around.
A little stronger, she said. Gently run your tongue up
my pussy lips, part the lips with your tongue, gently
lick up, up, then flick down, then do it again. And
again. And again. Feel my nub at the top? Flick that
down with your tongue. Again. Again. Again. Again.
She had her fingers in my longish hair, and was pulling
my face into her while shifting her hips back and forth
and up and down... I loved it. I loved the taste of it,
the smell of it, I loved when she shuddered and reacted
to my flicking her clit.
God, you're cute, she said to me, again, and again, and
again. She came, really pulling my head into her,
rubbing back and forth across my face, over and over,
grunting high shushing noises through her teeth.
After that we just laid back on the two bunks and
laughed about the kinds of silly things that teens
laugh about, still naked, still sweaty. It all seemed
so natural, but what had just occurred could only have
happened in that warm, safe environment, that
beautiful, free summer of love.
I know Glen can come again, she said to me after a
little while. Can I get in real close and watch you
suck him? Sure, I said, grinning my happy boy grin, and
I got on my knees on the end of the bed. Glen spread
his legs and I lowered my head and slurped him right
in. I looked to the left at her face, just a few inches
away, eyes wide and huge grin. I bobbed up and down,
swirling my tongue around and rolling my head from side
to side each time I drew back, putting on a show for
her, and loving every minute of it.
She moved my hands off of his balls and started to
massage them herself, then ran her tongue along the
base of his dick. I got out of the way a little, but
she made it clear I should continue, just make room to
share.
We paused to kiss, then I really took over. I knew Glen
well enough to know when he was getting close, and I
found myself moaning my own total pleasure out loud
while getting ready. He started to buck on the bed and
I really went for it, slurping, moaning, grinning,
laughing, his second load less put still way more than
I could shoot.
Kiss me, Lee said, almost hissing in my ear. I kissed
her, and she seemed to be trying to clean out my whole
mouth with her tongue. I almost burst out laughing, but
the whole thing was just SO hot and crazy. GOD, I loved
that girl!
Even though I hadn't actually fucked a girl yet, I felt
very much like I had become a man that day. I tasted a
girl, and had made her come. That another guy was
involved didn't seem the least bit unusual to me at the
time, and looking back, I can only grin at the
delightful absurdity of it all!
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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