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My First Summer Camp Adventure
by Julian (ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com)
***
In the late morning of the middle of the second week I
was returning from free swimming and stepped into the
dark cabin. There was handsome Derrick seated in a
chair, legs outspread, holding the base of his large
hard cock. It was breathtaking! The light from the small
window bounced off the large mauve colored head and was
the instant focal point of my vision. Two boys, two
braves, Alex and Steven, were seated on the floor very
close to him. They had marked their faces with white
paint. (M/mm+-teens, ped, 1st-gay-expr, oral, anal,
orgy)
***
I said goodbye and watched my son walk away toward his
first summer camp adventure. I saw his little tight butt
and reminisced about my own first summer camp—the same
one he was headed toward. A whole storehouse of happy
memories from my time there played in my head. On the
drive home I recalled the most pleasurable ones.
The best thing about camp was freedom, the joy of
freedom with other boys my age. Free of my parents and
teachers, the large and small restrictions imposed by
adults, at camp I was free to run and jump, make noise
and explore, get dirty, climb trees and swim naked.
Released for a time from the clean and organized upper
middle class life of my parents into the organized
anarchy of camp was liberating. Most liberating: the
private sex games, the pleasure and discovery of what
lay beyond solitary masturbation. I played with my cabin
mates and they played with me! We explored and exchanged
what we knew, and tried things. The teenage counselors
assigned to us taught us things too. I wondered if my
boy Luke, 11 years old, might have the same fun.
On the drive home I recalled the five other boys in my
cabin and our seventeen year-old counselor, named
Derrick. The counselor was good-looking, easy going, and
all of us kids admired him. The first cabin meeting was
an eye opener. Seated before him in a circle on the
floor the night we arrived, Derrick told us the deal.
"Outside our cabin you gotta follow the all the camp
rules, but inside we're gonna be like family, and you
can relax. I believe in freedom, as much as you can
handle."
We could be as messy as we wanted, could sneak in
snacks, could keep a pet frog if we wanted. We asked
lots of questions to test his permissiveness and there
was little he ruled out of bounds indeed. Did we have to
obey the curfew? We had to be in at curfew but if
someone slipped out to visit another cabin and got
caught Derrick wouldn't know a thing. Could we curse?
Could we go without underwear: No problem. How about
Penthouse? Could we sneak girls in? Sure, if we could
find them. Closest girls' camp was fifteen miles. And so
on. Finally he concluded with this: "Inside here you
guys can go naked if you want, clothes are optional."
Wow! Now that was really super awesome and we all made
sounds of approval. What a way to start the six weeks!
Our cabin was the Shawnee cabin, so we were Shawnee
braves. As we listened closely Derrick laid out some of
the fun things we could do together. We would paint our
bodies and have secret words and rituals only he knew,
go exploring places only he knew, sleep in the woods and
swim naked. Alex, who seemed the coolest camper and most
experienced of us at 14, asked if we could like, j.o. if
we had to, would it be all right to do it in our bunk?
Derrick seemed to know this question was coming. "You
guys when you're walking around naked might pop a bone.
It's ok. You bone up, it's natural—don't worry. And
guys, if you need to whack off...I guess I should say,
when you DO whack off ...laughter... you don't have to
go sneak off behind a tree and get some poison ivy on
your ass. You can do it here and nobody is to diss
anybody for it, understand?" And finally, any kid who
wanted privacy while doing it could use Derrick's little
bedroom whenever they needed it. "Whack when you want,
how you want." He had two younger brothers and they all
three jerked-off without any shame and handsome Derrick
wanted us to feel likewise. Derrick, so super cool! We
looked at each other, our mouths open as if to say, "can
you believe it?"
He was just like the older brother we all wanted,
whether we had one or not. The dude would allow us boys
to be boys and let us take care of our sexual needs
without having to be sneaky about it. How cool is THAT?
When we climbed into bed that night most of us had
hardons. Through that dark first night there was lots of
movement under the sheets and blankets, and through the
cool night air sighs and moans lingered for a while. I
know I took tissues to bed with me and used them.
Remembering this as I drove home I felt my cock jam up
in my tight jeans. Through the cloth I used my
fingertips on myself and daydreamed more.
Inside the first week most of us we going naked.
Derrick—we nick named him "Dee"— led the way the first
night. When he checked on us at lights out we could see
what he had between his legs. It looked very big and
half hard. He had a very attractive body that was well
shaped and proportioned perfectly. Dee was a swimmer, a
runner, rode his bike for miles, played tennis and was
generally physically fit with flawless glowing skin, his
sperm-filled smooth balls seemed packed with adolescent
energy. He moved his body gracefully because everything
was so well coordinated. And when he spoke to any of us
we listened because he smiled and fixed us with clear
blues eyes and a seductive voice.
We six boys exchanged comments about our counselor's
body which we often saw naked or barely covered with a
thong. That was another thing about Derrick: We thought
only girls wore a thong, but here was this sexy dude
wearing one with stunning effect, teaching us boys can
be sexy too. He had a collection of them and he let any
of us who wanted try one on. I did and got an instant
hard on.
"How's it feel?" one of the other campers asked.
"Like I have nothing on... great!"
"Does it hurt your butt?"
Hurt? No. "It makes my ass feel all tingly... and up my
back too. It feels... good!" I was getting a new
sensation in that spot and it was a bit confusing.
Derrick came over to adjust its fit and cupped his hand
under the pouch. He was actually feeling me up right
there in front of the other kids. I closed my eyes and
felt dizzy. The thong was too big for me and I took it
off and went to my bed and got under the covers. I
jerked off and was unashamed to do so even though they
all knew what I was doing.
Yes, we six agreed Derrick was pretty cool—the highest
praise we knew to award. Inside of a few days he had us
12 and 14 year olds in the palm of his hand. We'd do
anything for him and we all knew it. Now, writing this
so many years later, I'm certain we were in love with
him though unaware of it. We would have been embarrassed
to call it that anyway.
***
In the late morning of the middle of the second week I
was returning from free swimming and stepped into the
dark cabin. There was handsome Derrick seated in a
chair, legs outspread, holding the base of his large
hard cock. It was breathtaking! The light from the small
window bounced off the large mauve colored head and was
the instant focal point of my vision. Two boys, two
braves, Alex and Steven, were seated on the floor very
close to him. They had marked their faces with white
paint.
"I do it every day at home... sometimes two times. Even
three times, once!" said Alex proudly, hoping to
impress. Derrick chuckled and looked at me and smiled. I
knew everything was cool. I closed the door and stepped
closer.
Steven's shy voice asked, "Derrick... you... ah... ever
had someone blow... you know ...suck?"
"Yeah...." That ever-present smile flashed white teeth
also. A few freckles dotted his nose. His lips were red
and moist. The features of his face were without
blemish. And our athletic counselor's body was evenly
tanned all over with just the suggestion of the lines of
a Speedo fading away. He had abs.
"How old were you first time?"
"Nine or ten."
I could see the boys on the floor were fondling
themselves. I peeled off my damp swimsuit and joined
them. Up close I could study our counselor carefully. I
could smell the soap he used that morning. I realized
how long is eyelashes were. I envied his torso, the
swell of biceps. His pointy nipples were dark and looked
rubbery. Every part of him seemed erotic and charged
with sexual energy. His hairless tight balls looked full
and exerted an effect on me: I felt my mouth get moist
and my tongue press against my teeth. I wanted to put my
face between his legs to kiss and suck those balls.
"Your brothers, huh?" remarked Alex. Derrick nodded yes
and started to stroke himself slowly. "Jacky was seven
years old," he said dreamily.
"Same age as me when I first did it to my brother!"
revealed Steven.
Derrick now held his cock between both palms. "Shit, I'm
so horny. I have a girl friend at school and she sucks
me off but I haven't seen her for two weeks!" As he said
this he placed his foot gently on Steven's thigh,
rubbing with small tender movements. Alex reached across
the small distance and wrapped his fingers around the
rigid dick. We all four knew what was going to happen.
What now impresses me so much is the casual way we did
what we did.
Steven leaned forward and took that seventeen-year old
seven-inch cock into his mouth. It was awesome to watch
and I wanted to do it too. I wanted to experience the
thrill of sucking dick, especially that one. I wanted to
give pleasure to this older boy whom I admired so much,
who seemed to need release so much. Alex held on as
Steven began to bob up and down on it. It was delightful
to see the look of bliss on the older boy. This went on
for some minutes, then the two braves changed places. I
figured I would get my turn.
Derrick began to moan and hump upward with his pelvis.
You could tell his cum was close and would be powerful.
He started to curse softy. "Fuck... you kids... oh god!
Christ! You got a sexy mouth, Alex... suck my cock...
suck... make me cum!!"
With that encouragement hands and mouth worked with more
determination. I knew about cocksucking and the things
that boys could do with each other and here it was right
before me in all its erotic glory. Derrick saw me
standing there rubbing my super hard cock and motioned
me closer. I was on the edge. He leaned toward me and
took my boner into his mouth greedily. One hand went to
my ass and with rough force he pushed me deeper into his
mouth.
"Derrick... Derrick... I'm ready," I warned him. I was
moments away from unloading. For a split second he
popped me out.
"Yes" he shouted, "do it, little fucker!"
And I did. More than I had ever done, partly because he
jabbed a stiff finger against my asshole. It was
exquisite. Then he orgasmed on the two boys below. I
don't know how much they swallowed, but a lot of sperm
decorated their faces.
***
After that little episode we three were frequently in
Derrick's bed at night. Eventually all six young teens
in that cabin had sex with Derrick at least once: either
jerking or sucking, or both. But it was we three, me
Dylan, Alex and Steven, he seemed to want most
frequently.
He was the first one to fuck me. I was lucky: he was so
gentle and tender. He was like a lover. That night
Steven and I were in Derrick's room while Alex was
having sex with one of the boys in the next cabin he'd
become friends with. Steven was dead-on cute like the
type that girls get wet for.
The boy was the first of us to run around naked. He had
a mile-wide smile complimented with dimples and big,
limpid, brown eyes and a mop of hair down over his ears.
You'd want to kiss his soft red lips no matter he was a
boy. His cock was cute too; not too small, not too big,
and seeming to be hard all the time. Derrick had just
finished making Steven cum-off by jerking him. Then the
younger boy left to climb into his own bed. Derrick got
up and turned off the light.
"Come here, Dylan," my counselor said softly in the
small darkened room. I sat next to him on the narrow
bed. All was quiet except for the pulsing of crickets in
the humid night. Some dim light seeped into the room
from outside. His place smelled of the unmistakable
scent of an older boy: sexy and musky. He put his arm
around me and whispered in my ear.
"Dylan, I got my eye on you. Ever since you arrived I
watched you. You got a hot little body for a boy. My
girlfriend: man does she have a hot little body and she
lets me fuck her. She won't let me into her cunt, just
her ass. Man what a fabulous ass she has! My bone gets
like a rock when I think about it."
I listened and said nothing; I felt a quiet pride to
receive such praise. I hadn't touched any girl, only
boys. His lips were very close to my ear.
"Your ass Dylan, it reminds me of hers. I been lookin'
at your ass and it gets me hard." With that interesting
piece of news he shoved his wet tongue into my ear. To
be praised in sexual terms like this was new and
exciting to me. And the ear attack fired off a whole
bundle of new thrills too.
Of course I knew what he wanted. I remembered his finger
in my ass that first time. Could one boy fuck another?
Of course. I'd been hearing about it for years. Could I
get his rather sizable cock in my little virgin hole? I
was a fair question. A few times when I jerked off I
tried various objects more or less shaped like the real
thing, and my fingers often.
He flung his arms around my waist and we tossed and
tumbled, our smooth, tanned and slick bodies joining and
sliding together, my entire skin energized with erotic
pleasure, as sensitive as my cock. When my nose was near
his armpit the male smell of him was a surprise and my
rigid dick experienced a surge of blood. I squeezed his
upper arms to feel for myself their bulging strength. I
felt his pectorals and then licked them, which made him
laugh. When I took one of the protruding nipples in my
mouth he sighed and went limp into the bed sheets and
groaned. He let me suck both for a while all the time
murmuring little curses, paying compliments my talented
mouth. He just lie there and let me do as I pleased for
about half and hour. Only later did I learn what we were
doing was called foreplay.
I moved around so I could suck him.
"Oh, sweet, sweet... boy. I like this so much." His
adult-sized cock strained my jaw and I kept at it few
just a few minutes. No matter; in that short space of
time I had crossed a threshold: I had a boy's cock in my
mouth. But not just any cock. His! In joy I rubbed my
whole body against him and got still more aroused. We
grappled and tangled together and when I squeezed my
arms around him it was so tightly it made him laugh and
he kissed me on the lips, eyes, ears and neck.
Derrick felt me all over but kept returning to the
region of my ass. A few times he maneuvered so his face
was an inch from my little crack and I felt his hot
breath. I was waiting for him to ask. I was the shy
virgin. I was only twelve. He didn't ask. Finally, I lay
face down and opened my legs. I loved him and I trusted
him. He wouldn't hurt me.
Now he put his face against my ass and I felt his tongue
press on my anus. It was wild! It was a new dirty
sensation and I loved it. If Derrick was doing it
couldn't be wrong. Part of me wanted to get the other
guys and show them what was happening. I opened wider
and he moaned and pressed his assault because now he
knew he would have me. Not by words but by my body I
showed I wanted him.
His anal massage lasted such a long time! When he asked
if I liked it my reply admitted the pleasure I was
experiencing was beyond anything that ever happened to
me before. By that I guess he judged I was ready because
he groped under the mattress for something. Of course!
Vaseline! (Remember, I was a virgin in boy-fucks-boy
matters).
Against my boy-pussy the head of his cock felt so much
bigger than it looked. Even now I can feel it as I
write. I tensed up some. But he knew what to do...
"Here's how to do it: squeeze your butt and a little bit
will go in. That's it! You feel that? Keep on doing
that." I did. At first there was a little pain, but the
surprise was I was I pulling him in; he wasn't pushing
his way in. When I realized that my little sphincter
relaxed and quite a lot of his dick slid in me and I
gasped. He stopped and said we'd rest a while.
The brief pain went away replaced by...what? What did I
feel? Fullness. I felt captured. I felt protected. I
felt like a girl! I felt like his cunt! And it was
fabulous! The realization made me wiggle my ass, which
signaled I was ready for more. He began to slide in and
out of me setting a pace that increased gradually. I was
really being fucked just like a girl. I felt merged with
him, completely surrendered to him. He sensed this and
turned his attention to his own need; he pushed into to
me with vigor. The rhythm of sexual intercourse: an
older boy teaching a younger boy how to be his girl.
With each hard thrust my body was drilled deeper into
the thin mattress. Quietly, so the others beyond the
thin door might not hear, he made grunts, sort of brutal
and a bit scary.
He touched something deep inside me making my cock leak
all over the bed. Through his gritted teeth I heard my
name cursed and my ass praised. Among other things I was
"the best little fuck" he had all summer. When the end
arrived I could feel his dick expand in two, three, four
spurts.
We lay side-by-side for a long time covered in
perspiration and delicious satisfaction. Slowly the
sound of the crickets returned to my ears. That night an
intimate part of him was in me and I felt forever united
with him.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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