Date: Sat, 15 Feb 2003 04:30:34 -0800 (PST)
From: rodger pepper <backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chesapeake Bay, part 2

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 particularly hot, even with the Chesapeake at our doorstep.  The
wind would stir, and then lay flat, again and again.  In the flat times,
the world was like an oven, so what do I do?  I go off to a room where I
know it'll be even hotter, and I don't even mind!

Glen was lounging on a beat up, old folding chaise in his little enclosed
back yard, reading a CONAN paperback, waiting for me.  When I came through
the squeaky gate, he looked up and cracked the biggest grin.  All I said
was "C'mon!", and ran up the stairs to his room.

The windows were all open, though there were louvered shutters on the lower
half, but the room was like an oven.  Glen had pushed his single bunk up
against the over-under bunk, giving us a big space to roll around on, and
we threw off our t shirts and shorts and underwear and jumped on the bed.

There were three old nudist mags in particular from his stash that I really
liked to look at while I stretched and jerked my little rocket, and I went
for these and lined them up on the bed.  We lay, shoulder to shoulder and
sweaty and laughing.

Glen went to the photo of the girl who looked like his cousin, Lee, and
told me more about her.  This time I believed him, and was glued to his
every word.  The photo showed a bright eyed, smiling, pretty, slender girl,
hair cut straight just below her ears, with cute, conical titties.  She was
actually my build, but with more hips and obviously more boobs!  He told me
that he and Lee had been playmates since they were born, and naked
playmates since he could remember.  He told me that she was very specific
about what she liked to do, but if I did all the things she asked, she was
the greatest, and would do almost anything.

Like what, for chrissakes?  LIKE WHAT???  What did she like to do?  Well,
for one, she loved to suck Glen's dick, and did it damn near all the time,
according to him.  She liked to have her pussy licked, you know, eatin'
out, and she liked that alot, and Glen did that alot with her.  She liked
to 69, though she did it WAY differently than we did.  She liked to peel
cucumbers and put them in her pussy and she liked to have me work them into
her ass.  "NO!!!", I laughed and rolled over onto Glen, sweat and all, and
ground my dick into his while he continued...

Its true.  We had an exchange student from France stay with us for a
semester, and we played naked with him alot.  He told her that thats what
kids do in France, no shit, to keep from getting pregnant, and they also
screw up the butt, which we also tried alot while he was over here.
Actually, we did it a whole lot!  He showed us what to do and how to do it,
and it was cool!  "Sounds gross!", I said.  "Do you fuck her regular
style?"

Sure, he said, but she always makes me use a rubber, so we don't make a
baby.  "I'm too young to make a baby", I said, but Glen assured me that as
soon as come comes out, I can make a baby, no shit, so be aware!

I felt very grown up at that point, and slid down the front of Glenn until
I was on my knees between his legs, and closed my lips gently but firmly
around the head of his grown up dick.  I pulled away so that it almost
popped out, using suction to hold the tip against my lips, then plunged my
head down and filled my mouth.  The sun was pouring in on us, and we were
hot and sweaty, and we didn't care!

Glen let out a chuckling groan, and I started to bob up and down, and was
just lovin' it, lovin' the freedom, the independence, the moment.

"I told her you can suck your own dick," He said, and I blurted a shocked
protest through a mouthful of spit covered hard on.  "You what?"  Was he
out of his mind?
 He assured me that it was WAY OK, and that that more than anything made
her want to come to camp to meet me.  She was with me when I sucked myself
for the first time, he said.  She even helped shove it in as far as it
could go, and cheered me on, especially when I came, he added.

OK! I said.  I told him I really wanted her to come, and then I sucked up
and down, pretty furiously, as Glen let go his firecracker squirts.  I
looked up and laughed an open mouth laugh with come in my mouth, and Glen
laugh a huge laugh, then went to work on me.

He lay on his belly on the bed, and I sat back on my haunches.  He pulled
himself up and started to suck, and this time I got into a long, low
grinding motion, pulling the sides and back of his head while I ground my
still nearly hairless pelvis into his face.

Looking back at this and all our suck fests that summer, it brings a smile
to my face remembering how natural this all was.  We didn't have videos or
even magazines to learn all this from, we just tried whatever we wanted,
and turned the parts we liked best into our regular routine.  I remember
this grinding action and that whole moment, as much as anything because we
didn't do it again that way, even though it was great!

He was up on his elbows, and he used his fingertips to tickle my sparse new
hairs and really work my balls and the area just behind them while giving
me a remarkable suck.  As I got close to coming, I told him I wanted to try
something with him.  I got off the bed, and leaned against a space between
two windows, then told him to get on his knees and suck me there while I
stood.

He pulled a small but thick oval woven rug over and got on his knees and
started to suck, looking up at me most of the time and smiling.  I told him
to lean back a little, and puff his lips out a little, with his mouth open
a little, then I hooked my thumb at the base of my dick and started to whap
it against his mouth.  He cracked up and said what the fuck?  I finally
told him about me and Tom Tom, and that it was something Tom Tom had showed
me, and that I had liked it.  You've never seen a face like Glen lighting
up at that moment.  Tell me all about it, he hollered.

Finish me first, I replied quietly.............


That night there was a talent night in The Hall, and at one point, Jerry
came up to me with a tall cabin mate named Paul.  They were grinning and
said very, very quietly that they were going to get together that night for
a circle jerk, and did I want to join them?  They were going to go to the
fire circle up the hill, but I told them I knew of a stash of real nudist
mags that I jerk off to sometimes, up above the kitchen in Glen's bunk
room.  They said "cool" and at the end of the evening, we three took over
the task of taking left over food and drink items back to the kitchen...

I took them around back and had them wait in the little enclosed yard while
I went up to ask Glen if it was OK.  When Glen wasn't in, I should have
just gone to the fire circle with the other two, but I felt a certain
freedom to use the space,, since I was there damn near every day, sometimes
twice a day!

I pulled out the mags and all three of us started to rub ourselves, then
hands in shorts, then dicks out and stretching and pumping and checking
each other out.  Do you remember the raft?, Jerry asked me, as both he and
Paul grinned.  I had been wondering if Jerry had told Paul, and at that
moment I knew he had.
 Sure I remembered, so what?  Would I do it again?  Maybe for both of them?
Paul was pumping like crazy, pointing his dick my way, grinning.  Maybe, I
said.  Lay back, and they both did.  I pulled their shorts down to their
ankles, then I positioned myself on my knees, one knee between Jerry's legs
and the other between Paul's.

The looks on their faces was so funny.  They were absolutely as excited as
two young men could possibly, ever be, leaning up on their elbows staring
at me.  I leaned down and pressed my face and my lips down hard onto Paul's
dick.  It wasn't a monster, but it was sure as hell bigger and fatter that
both mine or Jerry's.  He let out a little, quiet exhale moan,, then I
leaned over to Jerry's rock hard little rocket and did the same.  He also
made an excited moan, though more of a nervous, high pitched sound...

No, you guys do me first, I said, and I very abruptly wiggled in between
them and lay on my back with my hands behind my head.  They looked at each
other for some sort of sign, either way, then smiled, and Paul's hand
slipped over my dick and he started to stretch and squeeze it.  Jerry
started to swing around to a 69, or at least to position his dick near my
mouth, and I said No, suck me first, both of you.

Paul was taller than both of us, with dirty blond hair and a wiry frame.
He had little blond hairs all over his legs and really nice hair around his
dick.  He was a rough and tumble kid, and good at every sport we ever
played.  He was leaving the next day, and that energy was also driving him
at this point.  You could feel it.  He said what the hell, and got up onto
his knees on the bed, and leaned over.  Without any further delay or
consideration, he just slurped my dick into his mouth and went for it.  He
was pretty good, so he was either a natural or he'd done this before!
Jerry was right next to him, face inches from his mouth and my dick, and
finally sort of snatched my dick out of Paul's mouth and popped it into his
own.  Jerry used alot of tongue, and I thought Where the hell did he learn
all that?

Paul rose up on his knees, and I pulled him over to me by his dick.  He
didn't resist, thats for sure, and he could tell I was pulling him in to
suck, so he scooted on his knees over to my mouth.  I had made my point
with them, and didn't need to force the issue anymore.

I was getting close to comming, and Jerry hadn't asked how we were going to
deal with it, so I figured it was cool to just pop off in his mouth.  It
was certainly cool for Paul to jizz in my mouth.  I didn't say anything to
that effect, I just kept going.

Then I had a moment of kid brilliance...  I broke off from both of them and
said Watch this, and curled up in the legs over self suck position, and
almost immediately shot my load across the three inches of space down into
my mouth.  I was clearly enjoying my come, and they were leaning in, wide
eyed.  Come was cool, and we were all on the same page.

I steered them back into the same position we'd started with, and started
to alternate my bobbing head back and forth between their dicks.  Jerk it,
too, I told them, and they stroked while I sucked, then jerked faster as
they got closer to comming.  Jerry popped off in my mouth without warning,
and it made me jump a little, but I clamped down while he bucked.  Paul
didn't slow down his stroking and after Jerry had bucked for about half a
minute Paul was begging, Me, me, me next, come on, quick!

I switched to his dick and it was like a mini flood, much more than I had
ever experienced, very much a grown up come load, and I was a little
thrown.  The 'pop' made my whole body jump on the bed for a split second,
then the volume had me swallowing a few times, but I never slowed my head
and mouth sucking up and down and up and down.  Paul made excellent, high,
strained MMMMMPH! noises while he clenched and bucked, and pulled my head
down onto him a little more roughly than I was expecting, but I didn't seem
to mind in the heat of the moment.

COOL!, was the exhuberant expression coming from the doorway behind me, and
the three of us froze for a second before we realized it was probably OK.
Glen had returned, quietly, and had someone in the shadows behind
him....