Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2003 06:19:46 -0800 (PST)
From: rodger pepper <backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chesapeake Bay 4

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'm 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.***Note Further*** 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.  I hope that total free speech
includes my protests.


Meeting Lee

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.

A little more background on Glen and Lee, as Glen had explained it to me.
They were cousins in a very close family, living in 1940s suburban houses,
catty corner from each other, on a residential street in a basically rural
area of Maryland not far from the camp.  They had a really nice aunt who
had one of the other houses, and she had former in laws in a house at the
end of the street.

Glen and Lee had been playmates since birth, and, according to stories Glen
would tell me during our whack off and suck sessions, they had developed a
most remarkable, constant sex life, that was just a super extention of
their play time, except it was SEX play.  He would tell me in incredible
detail the literal ins and outs of their sex, and I suppose it sounded hot,
but what it really sounded like was FUN!

I was, at first, really shocked one day when Glen told me that he had told
her all about us 69ing all the time, and about how I could give myself
head, and how I liked to give head to some of the other campers, so long as
I was going to get mine, too.  He told me that she liked to ask for details
while they were fucking, and that his telling her every tiny moment of our
deeds would make her squeal and wiggle with a huge grin while he was inside
her.  This, of course, made me even crazier with giggles, and I would suck
Glen like a mad boy, and he would do the same to me.  Glen and Lee were
best friends as well as cousins, and if she was as cool and as much fun as
he was, then all this was fine and I couldn't wait to meet her.

I'll never forget her arrival at the summer camp.  She showed up in a
totally beat up French car (NOT a Citoen) 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.

As I said, Glen had told her ALL about me, and I was excited to meet her on
many different levels.  We spent a few hours just having fun at the camp
during an off day (new arrivals had a tight schedule, but I had been there
for weeks). 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 in a slightly broader manner, and said 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,
turned the radio on low, and looked me in the eye. She 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.  She told me to unbutton her blouse, and to remove
her bra.  My hands were actually shaking, not just trembling, and she held
them gently against her boobs for awhile, letting me feel them through the
fabric, and kissed me gently.  When I seemed to stop shaking, she told me
to finish removing her bra, and 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 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.  You too, I said to him, and he
rolled right up and over, and I tore off the rest of my clothes and rolled
up and got my dick into my mouth as fast as you could imagine.  Lee was
staring with her face right over my ass, grinning and caressing my balls
and ass, pushing me gently down so that more of 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, her hand banging up
against my lips.  She unrolled me and stretched me out fully on the bed,
and put her lips on my dick and sucked me like crazy.  She stopped and
started to kiss me much heavier and deeper that before, a completely
different kind of kiss.  Suck Glen, she said through her kisses, not a
heavy command, just matter of fact.  I opened my eyes, and, as if they had
discussed this and had a game plan, Glen was standing right there with his
dick close enough, 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, and we were both
bucking and coming and sucking and clutching each other really tight like
69 wrestling.  Next thing you know we were all just laying back, grinning
like...  Like what?  Like wickedly funny friends who had just done a
wickedly funny thing!

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 mosh 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.  Gently
run your tongue up my pussy lips, 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, your 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 eager to please her any way she wanted. I got into a familiar
position, on my knees near 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
shot a second load into my mouth.

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!