Date: Wed, 06 Feb 2013 12:39:17 -0800 From: marianasdeep4@hushmail.com Subject: I Got My First (Part VI) Please add this Part VI of the story, I Got My First, to its directory, listed in both the Adult-Youth and Camping sections of gay male, and to my marianasdeep archive: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#marianasdeep Thanks! The Deep If you can, please contribute to Nifty. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html They make all this possible. I was writing an aftermath to be included here, but it's been holding things up, so here's part 4, and there will be at least one more chapter. I Got My First Part VI Consoling When I returned a fire had already been started. I guess it didn't matter, and no one had noticed, that Wade and I had come back empty handed from our expedition to fetch kindling. I sat through a wienie roast and campfire songs distracted, thinking about having just gotten fucked in the woods. In my daze getting dressed afterwards, I didn't think of the fact that I didn't get off. Wade only satisfied himself. He was sitting around the campfire and leading events as counselors do as if nothing had happened. Now I was realizing that I could have jacked off in the privacy of the woods, regretting that I hadn't. After the sex with my counselor ... my counselor ... I can't remember his name! ... Why these many years later can I remember Wade's name and not his? ... after my first orgasm ever at his hands, I had jacked off by myself for the first times in my life, under the relative privacy of the covers of my bunk bed. Now out on this campout, I would have no privacy. We were going to be sharing pup tents. A lust was building in my body. But it wasn't from thinking about the most recent event, my encounter with Wade in the woods. He had just used me, and after my confusion about that cleared my mind, so did my sexual arousal. My thoughts had strayed back to my first sex with my counselor, as it had the nights afterwards, jacking off in my bunk bed in the cabin. He had completely taken me, and now the guilt had started. I had enjoyed it, or parts of it. He had my first cum to prove it. And now I had been giving myself private orgasms thinking about it. He had planted a lust in my body that only a first cum could seed. Before I was excited by "sex," played with my friends at home, stripped for the boys in the cabin, got hard, got fondled, sucked, got sucked, all by and with my peers. But never to orgasm. Now that I could cum, I wanted to cum with my friends, but more, I wanted them to take me. Sex would no longer be between equals. The campfire soon ended, and as I stood up from the log where we were sitting, I realized I had a raging hard-on, my underwear wet at the tip of my cock. The counselors started organizing the sleeping arrangements. "OK, if you know the partner you're going to share a tent with, come up here and sign your names on this list next to a tent number. If you don't have a partner, come over here to this circle and we'll pair you up." I hadn't thought about it until now! I didn't have a partner. Resolved to that, I started walking toward the circle when suddenly I felt someone accost me by my arm. It was Tom. "Come on and tent with me. We can talk about what just happened." Tom said. "What just happened?" I asked for his meaning. "Ricky, it's obvious. To me. Not to anyone else. I don't know exactly what happened, but I know Wade's an asshole, just like ours is ... Ricky and I are going to share tent 23." "OK boys, sign here, the two name slots by #23." We found our hiking packs and walked our paces to the green tent with a number "23" in red letters on a white background, reminding me of the red-cross on the Med-evac tents on M.A.S.H. We unlashed our sleeping bags and threw them inside and crawled in after them, leaving our packs by the door. Tom wasted no time starting to undress, "Adults are such assholes." He continued undressing whereas I was hesitant, embarrassed with my hardon. It was not helping matters that Tom was already shirtless and working to get his pants below kneeling knees. Soon he was just in his boxers, zipping down the zipper along the edge of his sleeping bag, "Aren't you going to get ready for bed?" I didn't realize I had just been lying there, staring at Tom's beautiful body. I made motions to get started, trying to conceal the hard evidence of my admiration. But it was to no avail. To my complete surprise, Tom lost his boxers, his butt toward me in the confines of a pup tent. It wasn't going to be just a flash either, his butt exposed the whole time he continued working on his bag and arranging his sleeping spot. I got to behold its beauty unnoticed for at least 30 seconds, an eternity in the world of stealing glances. It was then that I noticed the welts on his ass. I had to ask. "Tom, where did you get these?" "Get what?" "These." I said, pointing. When he still didn't get my drift, I dared it one further and felt his ass, not a groping, just a tracing with my finger of one welt as it crossed one butt cheek, then following it across the opposite cheek, then tracing another set. The touching was making him uncomfortable, so I stopped. He continued to kneel in silence, and though still facing away, I could tell he was tightening his face as he was tightening his body, holding back a rage. After he regained enough composure, he spoke beneath his breath, "My stepdad ..." The silence was interminable, and I started to tear. He saw my wet eyes, tried to break the silence, "...he's such a fuckhead." But now he was no longer holding back rage, he was fighting his own tears. I couldn't take it anymore and reached for him to hug. All I got, awkwardly, was his hips, my chin coming to rest on his lower back. I started to cry. "Look, I'm not that way ..." I ignored him, held onto him. He started reaching to move me off, but I surprised him and myself, held on fast, and started kissing the welts on his butt, not sexually, but consolingly as if to make it better. As I was able to sit up more, I left his butt and kissed up along his back until I reached his shoulders, then held him from behind. Off of his private area, he was less defensive, more receptive to my embrace. I continued to hug him as the tension left his body. When I began removing my shirt, he started tensing up again, "I'm not that way, I don't want this." By then I had my shirt off, my chest already against his back, skin to skin, warm. After a long while he started moving to get into his sleeping bag. I was surprised he was going to climb in nude. "I always sleep in the nude if I can," Tom said as he lay flat. Now I surprised him. I did not let go, and lay flat alongside him. He took his turn with the surprises, "Here, let's zip the sleeping bags together. We sat up and worked. I helped as much as I could, and when the work was complete and he began crawling into the bag, I started taking off my shorts. For his comfort and for mine, I left my whitey tighties on and climbed into my half of the mated bags. He surprised me again, "You can take them off if you want to." Hesitating at first, I removed my underwear and threw them outside of the bag. He was lying on his side facing away from me, but I surprised myself and him again with my daring, snuggling up behind him, spooning him, my cock against his butt, still hard. It had been hard the whole time. He knew it. But he also knew this wasn't going any further. This was another embrace. When he was comfortable enough he rolled flat on his back. I rolled back to make room, but did not move back, and now that he was no longer facing away, when I rolled forward again, half of my chest met his. I looked him in the eyes, repositioned my arms around his shoulders. I put one ear on his nearest tit, beholding the masculine but vulnerable profile of his other, and fell asleep listening to his heartbeat. Comments and suggestions are welcomed and appreciated: marianasdeep4@hushmail.com I usually respond, but when I go for long periods without writing, I find my hushmail expired. We're up to version 4 of the e-mail :) My other stories are available at: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#marianasdeep