Date: Fri, 7 Feb 2003 05:28:08 -0800 (PST)
From: rodger pepper <backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chesapeake Bay (Revised)

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 am a straight adult, but I was a voraciosly 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.



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 comeraderie 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 proceded 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
alot.  He said that comming 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 rythmic 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 seemd like a long time, my
dick still in his mouth as I was still sort of after-comming 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.


Part 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 it's 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............


Part 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, alway 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 alot, 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.  Thats 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.

Part 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 comming, 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 alot.

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!

stay tuned for the next chapter...

Raj Pepper