Date: Fri, 18 May 2001 20:44:53
From: Kevin Thompson <kebo_t@hotmail.com>
Subject: Senior Boys Cabin at Summer Camp

Senior Boys Cabin at Summer Camp

     I finally made it to the senior cabin.  The one that had all the cool
boys and counselors.  I had been going to this summer camp since I was a
little kid and I always knew there was something special in that cabin.  It
was this cabin that would panty raid the girls cabin.

     I remember my first year at camp I saw so many boys in their little
white undies, I was excited about that.  Boys would climb from bunk to
bunk, wrestle and run for hours wearing nothing but those little white
undies with their last names written in laundry marker on the waist band.
Being the only boy in the family, it was also a great joy seeing the boys
naked.  Other than a few quick glimpses of schoolmates' dicks peeking out
of Levis, I had nothing to compare what I had with the other boys.  And for
many boys, there just wasn't much that could extend beyond the heavy denim
and thick cotton undies.  Piss seemed to just shoot out from between the
zipper on many of my friends.

     I know I didn't shower all that often when at camp, the same bar of
soap stayed with me until I changed it to go to college.  That first shower
was an experience.  The evening before the first dance was the first time
our counselor thought about washing a couple of layers of grime off of us.
We did go swimming everyday, so we weren't all that bad.  Well, except for
the ones that hadn't gone too far into the footlocker for clean clothes.
Even though we had changed at the pool or into new undies, most of us had
perfected the 'one-bend' change, where you pull your undies down and off
and pull on and up your swimsuit in one quick motion.  It would show so
little dick and for such a short period of time.  But now the shower was a
whole new experience.

     Our cabin was really just an old room in what used to be the guest
house.  The bathroom was about the size of an old single family bathroom
and the shower was just big enough for five 6 and 7 year olds to all get
in, and manage to get wet.  My left ear still rings from the squeal that
Neal gave out as he hopped in the middle of us.  Most held on to their
dicks as we started, but that gave way to using dicks as swords, feelers,
and what ever they were to touch the kid next to you.  Our counselor stood
next to the shower, dressed only in a towel, and kept the shower head
moving from boy to boy.  There was soap in there somewhere, it just
squished from body to body.

     The shower gave us all the best looks at each other and we all did
take advantage of it.  We also had a really tough discussion on the proper
name, was it a dick, peter, pp, dinky?  They decided I had a rod, since it
was sticking straight out and hard, that qualified as a rod.  The little
fat kid had nothing more than a little mushroom cap and that disappeared as
he bent down.  But he was the proudest of all, he made sure everyone got a
close up view of the little thing.

     It is now obvious to me that the only reason for the shower was to
give us something to talk about during the dance.  After some square
dancing and bunny hops, the little kids divided again, to never be anywhere
near the opposite sex the rest of the night.  We spent the next couple of
hours grabbing and racking each other.  Well, what else, we were introduced
to the little guys, we could play with them now.

     That first year at camp also provided me with a look at what I still
believe to be the biggest dick I have ever seen.  I slept on the bottom
bunk, right near my counselor's dresser.  I remember him coming out of the
shower, drying his hair and walking right to the dresser.  There, only a
few inches from my face was this meat.  It came out of his body and arched
out and down.  I swear it was a thick as my entire arm!  It made me think
of the horses in the corral.  I'm sure he would have been pleased with that
comparison but all I could do is stare.  I even jumped a little when it
flinched up, all by it self.  And his balls, I never saw any that hung, to
me balls were just two little things in a little pouch, but this was a
sack.  I had to watch him after that to figure out how he could walk or
ride a horse with that much between his legs.

     The adventures at camp progressed with each year.  Pissing on the
campfire was a highly thought of activity.  You could tell the rookies
though, they would piss on their own fire instead of the group nearby.  It
would culminate in the group piss.  All the boys would gather around the
main campfire and unload on the smoldering ashes.  You would have to be
careful not to make another rookie mistake, being downwind around the
circle, the steam from 25 piss streams was not that pleasant.  Downwind was
not the only consideration for placement around the fire.  Several younger
boys hadn't mastered the aim control and others had a cannon that could
shoot across the entire fire pit.  I do remember hiking back with one pant
leg soaked from about the knee down.

     Campouts seemed to also allow for a little more freedom, sexually that
is.  Truth or Dare games would spring up just as it got dark and as we were
huddled around the various campfires.  Open comparisons, touching, feeling,
and some creative activities would pop up.  The image of Thane with half a
dozen mini-pretzels adorning his dick still appears in my mind, especially
as the bartender puts out those little bowls of snacks at happy hour.

     In those middle years, one of the most exciting things was
skinny-dipping on the river trip.  It started out with just the guys and
our counselor from our raft but then the other rafts caught up with us.  It
wasn't clear to the others at all that our shorts were on the floor of our
raft, the water was so muddy that you couldn't even start to see through
it.  But then, what to naked boys do when there are other people around?
Moon them.  It started with simple surfacing of round little butts to
standing up in the shallows.  I had about 10 pubic hairs then, but boners
were a routine thing and I had a boner as soon as we hit the water.  I was
glad for the muddy water.

     The boy counselors dared the girl counselors and then even some of the
girl campers themselves to go skinny-dipping with us.  Some of the girls
were utterly disgusted by such actions and they made sure they didn't miss
one thing, just in case they had to tell someone later on.  Now, I saw a
few titties and even the straightest patch of pubes I had ever seen.  It
was the touchy-feely that was good part.  While the guy counselors didn't
seem to have a problem with us jumping on them or trying to dunk them, that
would usually end up with the boy being lifted and thrown in the water.
That accomplished at least 3 things, the excitement of being thrown through
the air, contact between the naked bodies, and showing off your naked body
to the girls.  They loved it, screaming, giggling, and staring.  The girl
counselors just didn't appreciate one of the boy campers grabbing them or
any other such fun, well, there was one who let her hands float around
underwater and accidentally brush against my dick and balls.

     I also remember that I thought the only way I was going to get out the
water was after jacking off.  I had a boner that just would not go away.
When we had to start moving, I shimmied right up against the raft and
grabbed my shorts.  After putting them back on, it just hasn't felt right
swimming with anything on.

     That trip I did admire the senior boys.  They would find something to
talk to the girls about and slipped off to make-out.  I was in a good cabin
but not the most senior and most of our conversations would lead away from
anything the girls were interested in.

     It was that year I made it to the senior cabin.  I knew several of the
boys who had come back again and about half were new to the camp itself.
It started right off from the first day.  One of the counselors was
challenging all of us to get a stinky finger.  At first, I kept wondering
what was so great about scratching your butt.  Thankfully, one of the other
naive boys asked the question, what was a stinky finger?  The answer was it
was the result of getting to feel some pussy, sticking your finger right in
a girl's pussy.  Apparently, a girls pussy was stinky enough that it would
rub off.  Over the camp session, it was a nightly ritual for one of the
counselors to come check out our fingers.  Occasionally, there would be a
winner, or at least one proclaimed.  Then there was also David.  David had
to have been drinking extra hormones, he is still the most sex driven 12 or
13 year old that I have ever known.  David would end up with stinky finger
in the middle of the day.  And when I smelled it, I was convinced it was
pussy smell.  I know he had to have done it on the walk from lunch back to
the cabin, in the middle of the day, with people all around.

     David is also the one who organized a circle jerk.  I had heard of
such a thing but I had never got all the facts completely straight.  It had
only been that spring that Billy and Glen helped me discover jacking off
and cum.  David got all of us together on my side of the cabin and he
explained the rules: the lights go out, we all jack, the first to cum gets
the prize, and they even added the last to cum has to eat it all.  The same
kid that asked about stinky fingers asked about jacking and cuming.  Mostly
there were laughs and jeers but a couple of boys tried to explain it to
him.  David was in such a hurry that I know the boy never did grasp the
concept.  The lights went out, I pulled my dick out, started shaking the
blood into it, heard about a dozen boys start slapping away.  About ten
pulls into it, the lights came on, my dick slipped right back in my undies,
but there on the floor in front of everybody were 3 boys, boner in hand.
David and several others were so excited at there success in catching the 3
in the act.  I doubt if any of those 3 knew anything about jacking off.  I
am glad they didn't pick me for the center, or that nobody noticed how
successful I was in the game.

     Jacking off was a curious thing, during the day it was a put down.
You would accuse someone of doing it or you would tell them to go jack off
as a way to get rid of them.  As night approached, jacking off was more of
a joke, a joke that some one else would always do but not one of us had
every done, well except those 3 boys in the circle jerk.  Then after the
lights went out, jacking off became a past time.  It took me awhile to
realize why so many bunks squeaked in the darkness.  And no matter how many
times I told the boy in the upper bunk to quick shaking his feet, my bed
kept shaking.  It dawned on me one particularly horny night what my
bunkmate was doing.  I had a bout a week and a half worth of cum built up
in me and we had just been with the girls for the evening activity.  I was
in need of relief and just slowly stroking my dick.  I really had no
intention of jacking off until my strokes started to get into the same
rhythm as my bunk.  Before I knew it, I was jacking right with Jamie.  Our
bunk was squeaking away and I could hear at least one other start up too.
I have no idea who shot first as I was so into as I got close to cuming.  I
was completely committed to it by the time I realized I had nothing to
shoot into.  I unloaded ten days of cum into my undies.  I spent the rest
of the night thinking about the feeling of the hot cum oozing around down
there.  It was the first thing I thought about when I woke up, I had to
lift the front of my undies to check out what it looked like.  I still had
my morning boner, jacking at night didn't prevent that.

     David was a little strange about jacking off, even though he did set
up the circle jerk to embarrass some boys, he took jacking off to a group
effort.  Outside the window by my bed was a little grassy area that was all
but closed in by the additions that had been built on over the years.  It
was actually easier to get to it from a couple of windows in the cabin than
it was to walk around the back.  Most of the time it was just a place to
hang wet swimsuits or towels.  It was a place that a few boys would sneak
into and smoke a few cigarettes they brought with them from home.  One
night, David and 3 of his best buds slipped out the window and moved into
the corner near my window.  There was enough moonlight that I could see
them all clearly.  Most already had tents in their underwear and were
obviously checking to make sure all the parts were still there.  They were
talking about several of the girls and how they fucked and fingered them, I
believed they did that then, not too sure now.  But then they did get
serious, and David warned them all to never tell anyone about what they
were doing.  He even made one of them look inside to make sure everyone was
asleep.  J.D. looked through the window right at me, there was a screen and
3 inches between us.  He recognized me but didn't notice my eyes were wide
open and staring back at him.

     When he said it was all quiet, they all dropped their undies, out
popped boners all around.  They all got quiet and jacked away, none of them
too fast, in fact much slower than I even had at that time.  J.D. turned
and pointed his dick in my direction, one of the others asked him what he
was doing and J.D. said he was going to shoot on my face.  The other boy
said I would kick his ass if I found out.  I was liking watching him stroke
to even think about that.  I liked it too much and I was jacking right
along with them.  I watched as each one of them started to shoot.  I tried
to hold off so I could see J.D., but I was shooting before him.  All I got
to see of his cum was the last little bit being squeezed out.  I saw them
come back in and jump into bed.  I smiled the rest of the night, knowing
what they did and that I jacked off too without them knowing.

     But it was the next session that we got to panty raid the girls cabin.
The stinky finger thing was supposed to stop, our counselor got talked to
when one of the parents found out about it.  David and most of the others
were gone too.  There were enough residual hormones left from David and a
whole load of new ones brought in.  There were no circle jerks, there were
a few relatively calm truth or dare games.  Then came the night of the
panty raid.

     Over the years we had raided other cabins.  That usually meant pillows
and shaving cream.  Some of the raids had been on the girls cabins.  This
panty raid was a new thing.  The way I understood it was that we, the boys,
would raid the girls cabins and either steal or make the girls give us
their panties.  That sounded like a interesting idea and even had some sex
going on there.  Our counselor and his girlfriend agreed that we could
panty raid her cabin.  There were conditions; we couldn't touch the
counselors' stuff, we couldn't hit too hard with out pillows, and that we
had to go in out panties.  If we wanted to do it, we would have to go in
our undies.  I agreed and got a boner, and so did everyone else, I mean
agree, and yea, got a boner.  It was a good idea, even if Clepper did go
put on another pair of undies outside his other pair.

     There were probably 16 of us, all walking quietly in the shadows,
pillow in hand, dressed in undies and holding that pillow in front of us.
It looked so funny, there were only two boys who had white undies on, the
rest of us had some color and some style to them.  I had a bright red pair
with white stripes on the openings, I guess to make sure I could find it.

     We lined up at the door to the girls cabin, the lights were on, there
was a lot of talking, a lot of giggling and not one of them realized we
were right there.  I was about the fourth in line, and when we busted in, I
went right beyond the initial battle and into the heart of the cabin.  I
was swinging my pillow and being hit at the same time.  I looked around and
around for panties, I knew some had to be lying around, especially since
not all the girls had any on.  I was making my way even deeper into the
cabin, I could see some of the boys finding a panty and making their way
out.  There were so many pillows being swung at me that I was forced into
the bathroom, and there in the shower was one of the most beautiful girls
at camp, at least she was the biggest tittied girl there, and from that
point on, I was sure she didn't stuff her bra.

     She screamed at me so loud that my concentration was broken, a well
placed pillow swing knocked my feet out on the slippery floor.  I fell and
splashed in the water, I knew it was time to try to escape.  I started to
fight my way out, I leaped over a footlocker in the middle of the floor
only to have it reach up and grab my foot.  Now I was down, down in the
worst part of the attack.  I could barely see light between the onslaught
of pillows.  There was a battle cry from the girls; "Get THEIR underwear!"
And I was in the most vulnerable position.  It took almost no effort and I
felt my dick swinging in open air.  That did allow me to take advantage of
distraction, for just an instant, the pillows stopped, eyes were focused
else where on me.  In a slick and smooth motion, I flipped over, saw a
stack of pink panties and with one grab, I was springing out the door.
There on the porch, one of my cabin mates was all but naked, the stretched
out rags of his undies clung between his legs, the other end was firmly in
the hands of two of the raided girls.  I grabbed him around the shoulders
and told him to give it up.  As he feet left the ground, his undies slipped
into the hands of the girls.  We began our dignified retreat, I'm sure our
two very white little butts were a sight as we jogged back to our cabin.

     We scored a good bit of panties that night and only took a couple of
casualties.  We were forced to return each and every panty that night.  It
was the thrill of the hunt that mattered not the trophies.  Of course, it
was 4 days later that mine and Caleb's undies would show back up.  Right at
the top of the flagpole, as we began out day with the pledge of allegiance.
All sorts of things were written on them, some enough to make me blush, but
I was proud of them all.  I got so much attention from the girls the rest
of the summer!