Date: Thu, 17 May 2012 05:43:58 -0400
From: Jacob Schwann <cobschwann@gmail.com>
Subject: Story:'Cob 'n Pen #05'{Jacob Schwann}(bi inc Bb bg cons)[5!24]

Story:'Cob 'n Pen #05'{Jacob Schwann}(bi inc Bb bg cons)[5!24]

This is a work of soft and slow erotic fiction (bisexual, incest), adapted
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a pastiche of original material as well as revised versions of a number of
story fragments borrowed liberally from elsewhere. All of the characters in
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Cob `n Pen #05

Summary: A brother and sister, Jacob (Cobby) and Penelope (Penny), recall
their first times in the 1930's, by way of a patchwork of letters to a kind
doctor who helped them out of a jam. Vignettes in this episode: Cainan Lake
Camp; Screen House; `Phook' and `Koont'; Camp Cainan Boxer Shorts.


>>>JACOB (Cobby)
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Dear Uncle Doctor
From JACOB
Re: Cainan Lake Camp, summer 1931

CAINAN LAKE CAMP

I got to go to Cainan Lake Camp the summer I turned 11, thanks to the
charity of Old Aunt Elsa and Cousin Max.

Along with a few other Cainan cousins, I made the long train trip with all
the changes from Shallow Lake on up to Temagami Depot. The camp was pretty
run down but we thought it was heaven, being on the shores of narrow Cainan
Lake reflecting the pine hills of the Ishpatina ridge. The campers, there
must have been 40 or 50 of us kids, came from the different Cainan Faith
Community outposts across the provinces. Naturally we were all first,
second or third cousins, once or twice removed, given the Cainan clan's
notorious consanguineous customs. Many had the familiar dark ox-eyes, and a
few even had unruly bright red hair just like mine, the `Mark of Cain' we
joked. Most of us did not even think of it, but here we were far away and
safe from any marauding bands of law and order societies, such as the
feared Black Coat incest vigilantes.

My 11th birthday was on August 2nd. I was a stringy freckly boy with that
wild red hair and those dark ox-eyes and tallish for my age. During summers
I spent a lot of time outdoors with not much on, so I was tanned. I had a
thin little pecker and my scrotum had not dropped. Yet that summer I
started tripping on things, my feet grew too big, and I began to hit my
head on the upper bunks. Scrawny as I was, I got tougher and tighter. Being
cocky, I vowed to make Stone Crew even if I was too young.

Of the several boys and girls sleeping cabins spotted around the lake, the
best was the Stone Crew's camp. Select boys had the honor of spending a
couple of hours most days building and maintaining the many stone walls and
rock structures in the camps. They were the older, taller kids, the strong
ones who for the fun of it hefted and hauled the rocks from the ledges to
the stone-boats and skid them around the camp to the job sites. The `Stone
Trolls' worked, showered, swam, ate, slept, and joked around together. When
they stripped and ran into the lake, or strutted into the dining shed after
washing up, everyone turned to watch. You could see how each in his own way
was well-built and good-looking. They were super. I wanted to be Stone
Crew!

My big cousin Steven Drake was a 17 year old Stone Crew boy. Steven was
good at everything he did. He was the gifted star around his home town –
a fine athlete, valued member of the lacrosse team, top ranked runner and
swimmer – and was thus naturally entitled and allowed to peer down even
at the taller boys. He was slender, well spoken and enthusiastic, with fine
features and lots of thick brown hair falling forward over his
tortoise-shell cheaters. He was not as broad or brawny as some other
Stoners, who laughingly called Steven `The Matinee Idol' because he was
flashy and wanted to get into moving pictures. They said he was `too pretty
to himself'. Steven sauntered around in just those loose fitting soft
cotton trunks, his official grey two-button fly Camp Cainan boxer shorts,
with his torso bare because he thought he had a damn good body. He did too;
I am the first to say it.

We younger kids gasped, "Have you seen him?" because when skinny dipping he
had what we wanted.

We called him `The Handsome Camper', and when he turned his puppy-dog eyes
on you and asked you to do something it became the most important thing in
your life. All the kids wished to be him, or at least be his friend. Steven
did spend a lot of time with certain of us younger campers, those who `had
his eye' as was said. They also said that Steven knew which kids were
fairly overflowing with pent up `boy juice', and the desire to get it off
as frequently as possible without being fussy about who or what might
provide that pleasure. In any event he always gave me a broad smile,
especially when he wrestled me to the ground and tickled me until I peed in
my pants.

"D'ya feel it lad?" Steven said with his hands on me, turning shame and
pain into sheer joy, "D'ya feel how good it feels!"

I was naturally flattered that an older teen would take interest in someone
as young as me. Toward the end of that summer Steven had me swim out to the
float with him. There was a chill in the air and wisps of mist rose off the
lake water. When I got naked, like Steven told me to do, I dove in. The
shock of skinny dipping was the best. It was hard to understand why it felt
so different, but it did; a totally free feeling, almost like being
weightless. And then there was the electric sensation as the water washed
over my exposed penis when I swam deep. That had to be sinful! In the clear
lake I had no trouble seeing the white globes of Steven's bare ass. Almost
instantly I had a carrot-hard bone. Somehow he was upon me and grabbed two
handfuls of my own small butt. Then it felt like lightning as our bodies
ran into each other under water, and his tree-trunk cock bumped over my
little twig penis.  Steven leaped onto the float, obviously undaunted by
what had just occurred, but I was thrilled, so thrilled that my skinny
stick was harder than it had been in a long time. He hauled me up and
pulled me near him, smiling. He looked me up and down for all to see, as if
I were a prize fish he had hooked.

"Ya feel how good if feels, don't ya!"

Steven lay back at his ease and sprawled there, his perfect body glistening
in the sunshine with his great cock flopped casually over his big balls. I
sat close so our legs touched. Wow! That was a touch to make a life time of
fantasies. At supper in the mess tent Steven displayed his athletic ability
by vaulting over a row of chairs to get to me. The camp kitchen staff
watched him tousle my hair as he put his arm around my narrow shoulders.

"My-oh-my," I heard the grizzled old cook Charlie say, shaking his
head. "He got another trophy, eh? He took hisself a real cute one this
time. Mmm, mmh!"


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THE SCREEN HOUSE

Steven asked if for my 11th birthday I wanted to spend a hush hush night in
the deserted sleeping cabin way up in the woods. Well, yeah!  The
atmosphere for successful seduction and a ticket to the Stone Crew loomed
large, at least that was my hope, even if I did not really know what it
meant. After lights out, late that warm August night, I crept away with my
blanket roll and followed slipping and puffing as my cousin led the
half-mile up the ravine in the moonlight. Branches whipped my face and I
stumbled where the trail was darkest, like a mole with no eyes to see,
feeling my way through my skin. I collided with a shadowy form. Steven
stood in an opening on the path with his arm raised, pointing to the face
of the moon.

" `Cain and his thorns'!" he murmured in the dark, citing some old
comedy. "A medieval legend speaks of our scriptual ancestor, the exiled
wanderer Cain marked with his crown of thorns. Cain was finally banished to
the moon. He settled up there with that rejected sacrifice, his bundle of
twigs, a fork of thorns. There he is now with his twigs, the Man in the
Moon!"

Steven was forever spouting odd bits and pieces. He led on to the old
screen shack. It was overgrown and damp and dark in there.

"Like a cave to be explored," Steven said.

It smelled of rot and mold. With his hand on my butt, he guided me blind
through the rickety screened door and over the loose floorboards to the
only two remaining wooden bunk-beds, which were pushed right next to each
other in the corner.

He whispered into my ear one of those things he must have read, "Sired of a
mortal by darkness, take heed of the night creatures, my child!"

The shadows were deep but I could see Steven take off his glasses and
button them in his breast pocket, so this was going to be for real! We
undid our canvas sneakers and tossed our shirts and trousers onto the lower
bunk bedsprings. Steven in his underwear leaned so close to me that his arm
touched mine, and I felt his heat and smelled his scent. His dark figure
clambered up the end of a bunk and went over the top. I reached for the
upper rail but just stood there, the slight breeze over my thin arms and
legs giving me goose bumps. I was thrilled and suddenly very
scared. Abruptly a muscular arm descended to clasp my forearm.

"Hey, sexy slim, you are as sudden as a kingfisher and slippery as a fish,"
Steven recited, probably quoting from somewhere. "Grab on!"

I clung to him, scrambling and clambered up onto the frayed camp mattresses
and fell on top of his strapping form. I felt his heart beat as he rumpled
my crazy red hair and laughed.  All I could do was grin like an idiot in
the dark shadows cast by the waning full moon through the torn and patched
screen walls. Steven was my hero; Cousin Steven was my friend. We unrolled
our blankets up on the two bunks that had been shoved right together. We
lay on top shooting the shit in the dark, about life, and about perverts
being perverty.  We recited every dirty joke we knew and talked about
dancing with girls with no shirts on and about sex. Except for Steven, most
of us campers were all gangly, misshapen semi-pubescent youths with
hormones running wild. All we could talk about was hoped-for sexual
conquests with imaginary girls. As Steven said, talking was all we were
likely to have done.

"Do you jerk off?" Steven asked in the darkness.

"None of your beeswax."

Back then of course I could not shoot; I was still dry at that point.

So I went on, "Doesn't everyone beat off? Not girls, of course. They don't
have anything to tug on."

Steven chuckled, "Oh, they stick a finger in their pussies and move it like
it's a boy's dick. Can you come?"

"Can I what?" I said.

"Cum! That's what they call it when you squirt.  Cumming!" Steven said with
authority.

He told me about when he was going on 12, my age soon he said. His cock was
getting hard all the time and growing quite long. Then one day he came home
from school, went in his room and got undressed and had a big hard on. He
took it in his hand and stroked it, and it felt good, so naturally he kept
going. It just kept feeling better and better until he `came', a blast of
boy cream felt in his balls and flaring all over his body. That was the
first time he had `cum' and it was the best. He said he rested for a few
minutes then of course did it again. My cousin said this would soon happen
for me, too. His saying that made me the happiest kid alive.


***

`PHOOK' AND `KOONT'

Steven said he had seen a girl naked. I asked him who it was.

"My sister."

Steven told me he walked in one day when she was getting into the bath
nude. He did not know she was in there, but he saw her whole body. His
half-sister, my cousin Susie Drake, was two years younger than Steven and
each lived with their own different mothers, the twin Drake sisters
actually, separate from their older common father, our own Uncle Doctor
Foster. Susie was gorgeous; she looked like that movie star, `The Vamp.' We
called her Baby Vamp, or Pin-up Susie.

"I stood there in the doorway to the bathroom," Steven declaimed as if on
stage, "staring at a beautiful pair of lifting milky white breasts tipped
by puffy, pink rose buds for nipples. She had no pubic hair. My cock
instantly stiffened in my Camp Cainan shorts. Her breasts had really
started to bud, and she continued to parade in front of me." Steven always
talked like he was reading from a script.  "I quickly went to pee before my
penis wouldn't let me because it got too erect. My sister was looking at
me. I couldn't help but look at her because she looked so nice. I'd've
fucked her right there," Steven said, "but of course she's my sister. Even
so, I'd fuck her."

I stared into the dark with my mouth open in shock. What line was he giving
me? Had I heard him right? Steven called it `phook', as though he were a
Frenchman with a beret and a pencil-thin moustache. In my mind's eye I
pictured handsome Steven stripped to just his grey Camp Cainan shorts
standing in a grand, steamy bathroom, extending his hand to his beautiful
nude sister and saying, "May I have the honor to `phook' you?" He was the
sort of youth to whom one could deny nothing, and of course she would melt
to the floor, opening all to him.

"Steven, aren't you afraid..., afraid of being caught?" I asked, our common
ancestor more or less having been drawn and quartered at the Hanging Tree
for messing with his own sister.

"You mean the Black Coats, the enforcement arm of our local law and order
society? Yeah, those incest vigilantes can do a job on you. She and I'd be
careful though." Liking the sound of it, Steven said again, "I'd `phook' my
own sister right there in the bath." Steven sighed, "She'd be good cunt."

Steven read a lot of adult books, and when he spoke words like that they
did not sound naughty, he made them soft and long and they sounded very
loving, `koont.'

"Best bit of `koont' on earth my sister is. When she likes it. When she's
willing."

"What is cunt?" I asked.

"You don't know `koont'? It's my sister or yours, down there. It's what you
get when you're inside them, and what she gets when you're inside
them. It's what is, with you in her."

"Cunt?" I snapped. I thought that was a dirty word. "It's like fuck, then."

"No, no," murmured Steven, drifting sleepily away. "Fuck's only what you
do. Animals fuck. You've seen dogs, the brutal act where the male, using
the stiffest and pointiest part of his pelvic region, repeatedly stabs a
female in her crotch until he feels satisfied. It isn't real sex unless
there is some sort of stabbing going on."


***

I could not keep my eyes open, and I fell asleep. And then something
happened.  It is strange to talk about it.  I woke up all of a sudden. I do
not know what time it was or anything but I woke up. The night was dark and
cooler, the moon had moved, the crickets and owl hoots were still there. I
felt something on me, somebody's hand. Boy, I bet I jumped about a thousand
feet; it really scared the heck out of me.  What it was, it was my cousin
Steven Drake's hand, sort of petting me on the nape of my neck, stroking it
two or three times. The light touch held me as in a vice, and my blood
tingled through me. Another wave of prickling fire raced down my neck as
Steven moved his hand to grope beneath my undershirt and squeezed my chest
and belly.

"Hey! Are you out of your mind?" I cried. "What the heck are you doing?"

"Hmm...? I'm simply lying here touching a beautiful lad..." His voice
sounded low and goofy. "Hey, Cob, what do you usually wear when you sleep?"

"Huh?" I was really embarrassed.  "My underwear," I replied.

"Just a suggestion," he spoke so softly, "but try sleeping in the nude."

He struck a match and lit a little candle stub stuck on the bedpost of the
bunk. I watched entranced as he slowly peeled off his undershirt. His chest
was smooth and very well defined. Then he pulled down his official grey
two-button fly Camp Cainan boxers. My cousin's dick, even not fully erect,
was huge. In the soft glow my mouth gaped as I rubbed my modest hard on
just watching him.

Then he watched me. When he instructed me to strip down, I did. Of course I
got tangled in my undershirt as I pulled it up, and I pushed my underpants
only part way down at first, and then kicked them off with my legs. There I
was. I went all soft again from the night air as I lay on my back, all
exposed and quivering in the flickering light.  I was strong enough, but
skinny with a hint of baby fat at the same time, and way behind some kids
in development. Not surprising I had no hint of peach fuzz. Yet Steven made
me feel that I was more than fine, all without saying a word. With a little
smile he studied me while he ran his hand over his own carved chest,
caressing his brown nipples in a circular motion. He licked his fingertips,
and returned to rub the moisture over his now stiff nipples. He kept his
eyes on me the entire time.

Steven whispered admiringly, "Why Jacob Signet Schwann, you have a great
body for a little kid. You're built like a boxer, an athlete. A little
athlete. Slight as you are, you have a classic gymnast's frame with broad
little shoulders and the slim hips and firm little butt. By god you are a
sexy, slim, tight, little hound!"

Naturally I went young boy hard instantly, amazed and excited to please
him.  Now he was looking in my eyes, smiling dreamily. His face looked so
serene and inviting.  I yearned to join with him. Steven bounded all bare
over to my mattress and the old bunks shook. We lay beside each other naked
in the night. I nestled as close against his warm strong body as I
dared. And my leg bumped something, something pretty firm. So of course I
looked and stared at Steven's semi-hard cock; there it was so big and
thick. Steven had all this dark, bushy pubic hair.

"What's it like to have hair?" I asked, looking at Steven's.

He lifted his hips in the air to give me a better view.

I took a deep breath, "No, just the hair."

So saying, I reached out in the near darkness. I brushed my fingers against
the curly brown strands.

"Wow. Different from the hair on your head, huh?"

"This gives me such a hard on," Steven said.

He placed his hand against my chest; his trembling fingers gripped my skin
as he began to feel me. I flinched.

"So smooth and cool, yummy! I feel your muscles under here. Cob, you're
some boy! Look at your skin wriggle when I drag my fingers over it."

And I propped myself up on my elbows to watch. It was really so. His
fingertips over my bare belly made the skin sort of scrunch toward his
hand, like a dog working his leg when you scratched him.

"Ya feel it, don't ya?" Steven sang his tune, "Ya feel how good it feels!"

I rested my hand on his arm, and held it. He told me how good that felt. He
nodded and I shook as my fingers explored his strong forearm and biceps,
and his manly chest and nipples and down his hard belly.

"Go ahead," he said. "Feel it."

He guided my hand to his cock. I could not help it; my fingers seized
Steven's big full-size penis. His cock was warm in my hand. I was surprised
at how soft the skin was over the thick fibrous shaft.  It was marvelously
mobile. I could feel the man-force under the skin.  And it was so hot,
especially the head, which was silkiest of all.

Steven sighed, "Well..., let's get started then."

"Uh-h-h, so..." I strove to say something, anything.

"Go ahead," he moaned.

I began to slowly stroke it. It was strange holding onto another guy's
giant penis getting swollen and harder, but it did not feel all that bad or
anything, and for sure my own little bone was like steel.

"It feels so good!" He gasped, "It feels terrific."

He told me this while I kept my fingers around his big hard on. Then Steven
told me to hold my hand still and he would slide his penis in and out of my
fist like inside a girl.  I did and he did.


***

He panted quietly and then picked up his sister soliloquy where he had left
off, "But good `koont' is a lot more than what we're doing here now. It's
them, do you see? Our sisters. And they are a lot beside an animal, aren't
they? Sure they `phook', but when you're within and surrounded by them, and
freely giving and openly receiving, the whole thing is `koont'! That's the
beauty of our sisters."

He grinned at me, "I'd certainly `phook' your younger sister, Jacob."

"Penny?" I asked in surprise; he had made it sound so classy, to `phook' my
sister.  "My little sister? She's not that cute."

Steven looked at me in the pale glow like I was stupid. "Are you blind?
She's fucking cute!"

I was amazed at how easy it was to picture my kid sister, all bare, in that
steamy bathroom with Steven and Susie, along with yours truly, `Sexy
Slim'. This was quickly followed by the image of the Black Coats coming
after us in through the window with a noose and knives. My wrist got tired
stroking and making a ring for Steven to pump his prick in, so I switched
hands. But that proved awkward and I went back to my left hand and
increased the tension.

I heard Steven's shaky voice saying, "Hey, sexy slim. You keep this up, and
I'll come for you!"

I was not certain what he meant, `come for me'. Like he was going to paw at
me some more, or `cum for me' like cumming? By then he was shifting back
and forth with short grunts and an ever-hardening penis. His hands grasped
the blankets, clenching and relaxing.  Steven was kind of sighing and
groaning as he thrust his hard cock in my fist. I thought I felt something
that was a little wet. I hoped he hadn't peed on me. I continued to stroke,
but Steven grabbed my wrist to make me stop, his dick being sensitive.


***

Then Steven was quiet for a while. He touched me which made me jump, boldly
drawing his hand across the skin of my arms and chest a few times. Cuddling
with this older, stronger boy was thrilling and a bit scary. I was proud
that it was my birthday and I was 11 now, and an older youth like Steven
wanted to be with me. Steven shifted up on his side against me and the old
bunks shook. Then he actually crawled above me, and in fact lay over me
face to face.

He grinned at my wide eyes and open mouth, "It's okay, Cob. This is all
part of the game. You're doin' great!"

I was in shock at the feel of his hands on my bare legs spreading my thighs
apart. One heard all sorts of improbable stories about Steven, might they
be true?

"Yep. You have a good body, Cob. A little light but toned, and your chest
is just starting to develop, too. Sexy slim!"

I gasped at the feeling of his brown and hardening teen body pressed on top
of mine. I had wrestled smaller kids before, feeling their little stiff
peters and their cute, budding boy bodies, but this was the first time I
ever rubbed together with a naked young man. I flashed on washing in the
tin tub with my dad at Shallow Lake parsonage, slipping and sliding along
his strong soapy body. [Episode #1] Steven's weight did not seem too heavy,
it felt good. I sensed the stiffness of his great cock near my smaller one.
He pressed his stomach hard against mine and started to move his hips up
and down. He began to moan and that truly steamed me up. The tickling in my
crotch grew. Immediately I felt an exquisitely unpleasant fullness in my
throat.  My need-to-pee sensation let go like a shock all through me and
later Steven told me I had yelled, even though it was dry.

Soon, by some reflex, my arms folded about his strong back, and my legs
crossed around his muscley thighs. Had I done this with dad? Suddenly he
shifted and his cock rubbed mine! My hands slid down to his sturdy butt
cheeks and I felt them hollow and fill as he humped on me. He lifted
himself up a second and seemed to study my face in the candle light and
then he grinned and pumped harder. Steven leaned too close and he moved his
mouth to lick deep in my armpit which tickled, and then my chest and
nipple.

"Uh-h-h..., hah! Hey...! You bit me!"

"Because ya looks and tastes yummy," Steven laughed. "Everything on ya is
yummy – lips, chest, navel, and here...."

Breathing hard, Steven clasped me to him and jumped around.

"Please Cob," he implored as his eyes searched me and his hands fondled my
body. "Oh please...."

Steven begged. This perfect older guy pleaded with me like he was close to
tears. He couldn't stop. I grinned in awe. I got it. Steven could not help
it. It was me! I was making Steven helpless. I had something he could not
do without. Like being with my soapy dad in the tub. The strange thrill of
being favored and having mastery over this big beautiful boy flooded
through me. I was desired!

Steven thrust fast and heavy between my thighs and his prick slid over my
crotch and belly. Puffing in my ear, he rode me quick and rough. The sparse
downy fuzz on his upper lip glistened with moisture. I noticed tiny beads
of sweat all over the smooth hairless skin of his strong chest and his hard
flexing belly.  He swished his butt left and right, with sudden spasmodic
jerks, only to fall back slowly.  His hips drove into the air, hanging
there for seconds at a time, as his body quivered.  I stayed right with
him, just like he told me to.

"Oh, Cob! Uh, huh, oh, fuck...!"

His breathing changed to deep coughing gasps, and his hips surged up a foot
and crashed on me.

"Here I come!" Steven cried out. "Ah! Hmm! Unhh.... UNHH!!"

I still wasn't sure what was coming. Suddenly with a strong shove he lifted
up, arching his back, pressing his hips on my belly. I felt him shudder and
heard him groan. I sensed the liquid squeeze through his shaft and then
bust out all over the place. Steamy wet hit my belly and chest as his
creamy stuff blew.

"Whoa cuz," I giggled. "Are you pissing on me?"

He shook as if in a fit then lay like dead upon me, his breath heaving. At
last Steven sprawled gloriously naked on the bunk, his head back, arms to
the sides and legs flung out, his perfect body collapsed and
glistening. Semen and sweat were everywhere. In the candle light I could
see the sperm shimmering on his superb belly and chest, and on mine. Steven
told me what it felt like when the sperms came out.

"Like the most perfect skinny-dip high dive," he fought to get his breath,
"deep into the shock of clear lake water...."

I could not imagine anything could feel that good. He said that the only
thing better was a good sister `phook'.

Steven continued his recitation on siblings while struggling for air, "Who
is the first and the strongest attraction for a guy? His sister, of course;
so dear, so close and so exceptionally ready! You know, a sister will do
things to you that a brother will never forget. Like a hundred times better
than the two of us jerking off as we are now."

I wondered how he knew so much, and finally asked, "Steven, have you and
Susie, you know, have you..., with your own sister..., have you ever...?"

But he didn't hear me. With a happy smile he wiped his finger sideways in
the sperm filling his belly button hollow, `Sperm Lake' he called it. He
opened his mouth.  He brought his long, narrow tongue out.  It was very
pointed and using it almost like a spoon, he scooped up some of the cum
from his hand and drew it dramatically back into his open mouth and
swallowed it.

"The fire god Moloch demands child sacrifice," said Steven, who was always
reading. "The imperious deity of our loins must be appeased by our offering
of baby-batter. So I lapped at your body sweat, Cob my youthful kin, and
now I slurp my own semen. This is what they mean when they charge us Cainan
cousins with being `Eaters of Our Own Blood'!"

And he instructed me to suck on his gooey finger like a calf on a teat. The
cum tasted like sweetly sour snot. Then Steven had me raise my arm and
sniff and lick my own armpit so I too could be an eater of both our
secretions, our own `blood'.

"And now it's your turn," he said. "I think you can get the feeling but you
can't make sperm yet. Why don't we try?"

He told me to stay on my back. Steven began to rub my body. I choked. He
reached out and took hold of my penis and I wondered about that but it felt
too good to even mention. He started to stroke me. No one but me ever
touched my now 11 year old penis and here someone else was not just
touching it, they were jerking me off. Steven's method of masturbation felt
strange and wonderful.

"Ya feel it?" Steven whispered, "Ya feel how good it feels, don't ya!"

I did love the feeling of Steven fondling my cock. I wanted to tell him how
good it felt. But things started to change. Fast. I felt this tension
building up all over, mostly in my tummy. It did not matter to me because
the stroking felt so much better than anything that I had felt in my
life. And then the tension or pressure started to really increase. It was
kind of scary. Intense. I wanted Steven to slow down or stop. I could not
say anything at first, but then I had to say something.

"Steven...! Stop...! I'll explode! This can't be good."

"Don't worry," he chuckled, "I used to think the same thing once upon a
time."

Steven kept going. I was wiggling around and breathing fast. I found myself
making little soft whimpers and it felt so very odd and good all over. I
sensed an exquisitely unpleasant fullness in my throat. It kept
building. Then with a jolt it let go! Twang! Like a loosed arrow all
through me. My body just shook in pleasure for a few moments. I did cry
out, even though mine was just a practice `dry fire'.

"I heard you moan," he said gently. "But I don't feel any sperm or
anything. You'll be making it soon. It'll come," and we both giggled.

All hot and sweaty we just lay there, panting like after a race. He slumped
to one side with our bodies entwined, wiping the last of his white stuff
off me with the edge of the blanket. I was afraid to ask about it all, but
I held the spermy cover up to sniff the tangy smell. We stayed that way for
quite a while.


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CAMP CAINAN BOXER SHORTS

The dark woods beyond the decaying screen house seemed gloomy and scary.  I
shivered with cold until Steven pulled a blanket over the two of us,
reveling in the tactile sensations enveloping our bare bodies, and we both
talked about how it felt. After a while he pushed me over onto my side
facing away from him, and then The Handsome Camper curled in close behind
me. It did feel special to be embraced all nude.

"Feel it?" Steven sighed, "Feel how good it feels! You ever do it with
someone else?" he asked. "What you and I are doing together right now?"

"Gosh no Steven! I'd be afraid to."

"I understand, but in your head, do you ever picture doing things like this
with boys?"

I thought of the Monkey-Ward Christmas wish book with the boys in their
underwear, and the little kids stripped down and swimming in Cainan Lake,
and the bigger guys soaping up in the camp shower.

"Well, yeah. But only in my mind."

Steven said that sex between boys was innocent and only became a `vice'
with age. Of course depravity was outlawed and punishable by death, but
that was different from what happened between special friends or kindred
family.

" `What shall we do to the evil ones who wish us harm'," Steven quoted, "
'if we condemn the good ones who show us love?' "

The candle guttered and it was pitch black. Steven wrapped his arms around
me and pulled me to him under the blanket, so I felt him at the small of my
back. Strange, but I dropped off to sleep thinking of making spoons this
way with my own sister Penny.

The morning sunbeams made a bejeweled forest garden out of last night's
shadowy jungle. A strong arm shook my shoulder and I looked down over the
edge of the bunk bed. Steven was up with his glasses on and dressed in his
shirt and work pants and sneakers.

"Believe me, Cob," Steven announced. "Just holding you at the end last
night and doing nothing else, that was the most difficult thing I have ever
done!"

I felt low on my back where a bit of Steven's slimy morning wet was still
warm. I was proud to be one of his boys. Was this what it was like to have
a crush on a swell fella? I sat up, letting him see me stark naked in the
chill because now I knew he liked that. I searched for my underpants on my
hands and knees.

"Hey Cob, you sexy slim you, try my boxers; I'm not wearing them
today. Keep `em."

And with that, Steven tossed up his very own official grey two-button fly
Camp Cainan boxer shorts to me. I pulled one of his coiled dark brown pubic
hairs from the fly and we both laughed. He watched approvingly as with a
big grin I drew them on and tied the draw-string tighter around my narrow
waist. Every camper knew how that soft fabric showed Steven off to
advantage, so as a joke I stuck my hips out, demonstrating my own little
boy bulge. Steven smiled. Though this was to be his last summer at camp, my
cousin said he would get me on the Stone Crew the next year, which did
happen.

"You are kick-ass, more like a 12 year old already, Cob. I can't wait to be
with you sometime after your next birthday! And I will!"

So concluded my best yet growing up adventure.
Yours truly, JACOB
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< to be continued >