Date: Mon, 7 Jul 2014 20:15:30 +0200
From: Zachary Blake <z.blake@mail.com>
Subject: "Tales from the Male Bag: Tarzan, Boy and the Junior Camp Counselor"

TALES FROM THE MALE BAG:
TARZAN, BOY AND THE JUNIOR CAMP COUNSELOR
By JT, as told to Zachyboy

(b/b, M/b, incest, masturbation, oral)

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"Tales from the Male Bag" took on some new life, and grew some new wood for
me this week with the following email from JT:

"Hello, Zachary. I just finished reading both stories from "Tales from the
Male Bag" and I would like to put my story down in text for you and maybe
consideration adding to the list.  To be brief, I started becoming
"interested" in my little dick when I was about 7 or 8 and me and my
younger brother would play in the woods behind our house in the nude.

We used to pretend we were Tarzan and Boy and would strip down and play
around naked.  That would have been interesting for someone to come upon!
Anyway from there, my interest only became more interesting when I began to
"notice" other men and boys and what was between THEIR legs.

My stepdad was not shy (but not overly intentional) in either me or my
brother seeing him naked.  It wasn't that he was grooming us or trying to
seduce us, but he was just not that shy in covering up.  Anyway, once I saw
his big dick and all his hair (cock, ass, chest), I was so aroused.

It was during this time that I discovered "rubbing" my dick to get a good
feeling.  My brother and I would engage in solo and mutual rubbing of each
other every chance we got - bed, in the woods, bath time, anywhere we would
do it.

And then my first time with an older male happened when I was 9 and was at
church camp.  He was a junior counselor, so I would guess he was late
teens/early 20's - definitely college age.  Anyway, he was everything that
continues to turn me on - muscular body, hairy chest, uncut cock.  Even
today, it still drives me crazy to see all three of those combinations.

Anyway, it was during this period that I learned all about kissing, oral
sex and cum (never knew that stuff existed-LOL) Of course, he was my first
crush and heartbreak.  But I returned home excited to share all this with
my brother, who was ever so eager to learn as well.

If you think this would be something of interest, please let me know and I
can attempt to put it down for you."

----- Holy cum rags, Tarzan! Did I want to hear more of JT's enticing
wood-to-wood story? Of course I did! I wrote back and said, "Oh, God
JT...please, please, PLEASE send me your story. In fact, if you don't, I
think I'll go sit in a corner and weep!"

Never one to make a grown man cry (but it turns out, he did make a grown
man cum), JT was kind enough to flesh out the details for me. And oh what
delightful little flesh it was! Here you, go folks, straight from the Male
Bag:

"I hope I can write this and do it justice," he began.

"I am now 46 years old and, as I said earlier, this started when I was
about 7 or 8 (I can only remember because of the house we lived in at the
time).  I was a huge fan of the old black and white Tarzan shows that would
come on Saturday and Sunday afternoons.  Probably because I loved watching
a semi-naked man and boy running around in the jungle.

My brother is 2 years younger than I, so he was around 5 or 6.  Neither of
us knew anything about being gay or boys liking boys; we just both knew we
were fascinated with our dicks.  So once we became interested in the Tarzan
show, he and I would go into the woods behind our home to pretend I was
Tarzan and he was Boy.

At first, we would strip down to our underwear and pretend that was our
"loincloth".  I don't recall which of us suggested going naked, but we
eventually would end up naked, running around, climbing trees, splashing in
the small creek.  Sometimes I would pack food with us and we would have
lunch or a snack while sitting by the creek in the nude.  It was during
these times we would both end up with erections, but we didn't think
anything of it and found it funny.

I can recall we would flick our own erections and make them smack against
our stomachs, and we found this amusing.  Then we'd do it to each other,
and I know at that age we'd be painfully hard, but it never occurred to us
to do anything else with them.

But as much fun as it was, it didn't take long for the inevitable - I got
poison ivy all over my front side, including my dick.  Neither my brother
nor I wanted to let on to anyone of our antics, so I just told my parents I
had to pee and got into poison ivy. Our parents included my mom and
stepdad; our biological father died in an accident shortly after my brother
was born, so stepdad is really the only "dad" I know.

My stepdad examined the rash and gave me some Calamine lotion to rub onto
it to keep from itching.  Thank you, stepdad.

It was during one evening that I had the lotion beside the bed and I
proceeded to pull down my pi's and rub the lotion all over my crotch.
While doing so, of course it started itching even worse.  I added more
lotion and, of course, my dick got hard, one from being "exposed" in the
open, and two from all the rubbing of the lotion.

While rubbing the lotion onto my dick and balls to stop the itching, I
realized how good that felt, especially while rubbing it onto my hard dick.
Since it took care of two things - helping the itch and making my dick feel
good, I continued rubbing.  And voila!  I quickly discovered masturbating!!

I do not recall if I had an orgasm that first time, but I know I enjoyed
the feeling of rubbing my hard-on.  My brother and I have always shared a
full size bed (thank you, parents!), but he was already asleep during my
discovery, so when I woke up in the morning, I quickly "showed" him what I
had figured out.

I used the same technique of rubbing the Calamine lotion onto my hard
little cock and showed him what to do.  He followed suit and mimicked my
same actions.  And he too soon discovered he loved it!  So after that
wonderful day, my brother and I would always find a reason to do it.
Sometimes we did our own, other times we did it to each other.

It was during one of our rituals that I realized it became more intense the
longer I did it, until one day I was rubbing for a really long time and I
started feeling this intense pleasure centered around my dick.  I didn't
know what was happening, but I remembered how great it felt, until suddenly
I felt this whole body wave of pleasure.  I was worried at first, then this
feeling of fear came over me.  So much so, that I was afraid something had
happened to me or I "hurt" myself.

Without realizing that what I was doing was masturbating (or something
sexual), I had to find out what happened to me.  My dad was a very caring,
nurturing father and one that never made me or my brother feel afraid of
him.  He was very receptive, so I knew that because this involved my penis
and that he had one too, then he could help me figure this out.

I had yet to tell my brother and he had bothered me all day to "do it" (as
we called it), but I was too scared and told him I did not feel good.  I
found my dad by himself in the back yard, so I told him what I had done and
I honestly remember bawling my eyes out (how pitiful is that!?).

My dad had a talk with me about what I had done, that it was very
normal/typical (whatever words he used), and no worries.  But he did tell
me not to use Calamine lotion because that was medicine.  That evening he
brought me a small bottle of lotion (I still remember the name - Rose
Milk).  So here was my dad bringing his 8-year-old son lotion so he could
masturbate!

That evening I told my brother what I had done and my NEW discovery of
"getting the feeling!" Needless to say, after that evening, most nights
before falling asleep, we would have our hands down each other's underwear,
rubbing each other's little dicks until we got the feeling.

Every so often, dad would pull me aside and ask how my "supply" was going,
and I would let him know if I needed a new bottle or not.  I never knew
that this was letting him know how much his little boy was jerking off, but
I'm sure I went through a lot of lotion.  I never let on that his youngest
son was jacking off alongside me (but he surely had to know or suspect - we
DID share the same bed).

As I had previously mentioned, my dad was not worried about either of us
boys seeing him naked or vice versa.  He was not intentionally trying to be
perverse about it or attempting to "seduce" us by it, but he slept naked
and we would naturally see him in the mornings getting out of bed or the
shower.

We only had one bathroom, so it was not uncommon for all of us "men" to be
in there at the same time - dad shaving, us showering (yes, me and brother
showered or bathed together at times).  Had I seen my dad with an erection?
Yes, a few times.  Again, it was probably just when he'd get out of bed
with a typical morning hard-on.  There was nothing sexual about it to him;
however, my brother and I both LOVED seeing him naked - he was hairy on his
chest, stomach and ass, and I was fascinated by all that hair.

Although I don't think he knew the effect it had on me, I had often
snuggled with him while watching TV at times and I would stroke his chest
hair.  I often now wish I knew what he thought of it - was it sexually
arousing to him, having his little boy sitting in his lap, rubbing on his
chest hair, possibly even touching his nipple in the process.

It was during some of my nightly jerk off sessions with my brother that I
would imagine it was dad rubbing my little cock, working me up until I got
the feeling and then me rubbing my hands through his chest hair and even
the hair around his cock or on his ass.  Maybe I was pervy long before I
even knew what the word was or meant.

When I turned 9 one summer, I had the opportunity to attend church camp for
the 8-11 year old group.  Each of us at camp had certain jobs we could sign
up for and mine was working the kitchen after lunch one day.  On the 2nd
day, I had finished my "chore" and because of how dirty I was, the camp
director suggested I shower off before going swimming.

Like most boys at camp (or really all boys), I put on my swim suit and
grabbed my shower stuff and went to the bath house.  I got into the shower
in my swim suit (boys that age can be so modest).  While there one of the
camp junior counselors came in to shower off as well.  Unlike the boys, he
got completely naked and then I noticed him - he was hairy, not as much as
dad but he had some on his chest and of course his dick.

But his cock was very different from mine, my brother, or my dad - while I
didn't realize cocks came in two "designs", I was amazed by it and I'm sure
I stared the entire time.  Boys that age are also not discrete.  However,
he did not act upset or appear mad. I'm sure he could see my curiosity.
Again because of how long ago it was, I don't remember the exact words, but
he did tell me that he was uncircumcised and he did show me how the skin
retracts.

I was in total amazement (and envy).  I asked something about how it felt
and he said he could show me later if I was interested.  We continued our
showers, talking the entire time about camp and nothing of great interest.

Fast forward to that evening after campfire time.  He (I so wish I could
think of his name, but I cannot recall) was there and even sat near me.
During this time, he asked if I was still interested in seeing more of what
he showed me today.  I said yes, so afterwards while walking back toward
the cabins he asked for me to follow him.

We went down a small path into the woods and came upon a clearing that is
used for devotion time.  We sat down and talked for a while and then he
kissed me on the lips.  A quick kiss, but nonetheless it was a true kiss.
And it was from a guy!  I know I was nervous, but excited at the same time.

They say you remember your firsts - and for boys that includes first time
jerking off, first time having an orgasm, first time kissing, and other
things of course.  I didn't know anything about being gay, but I knew that
I liked kissing him.  I kissed him back.  This progressed quickly from
short pecks on the lips to true, deep tongue-in-mouth kissing. Imagine the
sight of that - a 9-year-old boy kissing a college-age MAN!

While we were kissing, he placed his hand between my legs and felt my cock
through my shorts.  I returned the favor and felt his.  We were both
extremely hard.  After a short period of time, he unbuttoned his shorts and
pulled out his cock and I was able to feel, for the first time, a real,
hairy adult cock!

He asked if he could touch mine.  I was extremely worried that he would be
put off by my little cock, but he never said a word and seemed to enjoy it.
He rubbed my cock, felt my little balls, even felt my nipples....all the
while we were kissing.

Nothing further happened that evening.  However, our rendezvous progressed
each evening until the next-to-the-last evening.  It was then I was taught
about oral sex.

After the usual kissing and feeling, he had me stand and he quickly took my
hard dick into his mouth and proceeded to lick and suck my little rod until
I got the feeling, but this time it felt so different - having my dry cum
into his mouth felt far better than doing it by hand - his, mine or my
brothers.  I LOVED it.  But I also knew that I wanted to do that to him.

He did not want me to, but I begged to do it (again, imagine a little boy
begging to suck your cock!).  He gave in and taught me how to properly suck
a cock.  I wanted him to get the feeling as well, but I was naive and
young.  I didn't realize something else would occur.

Just moments before he got the feeling, he pulled it out of my mouth and
quickly shot cum all over my face before aiming it away from me.  I was
very confused by that and he knew it.  After he had a chance to settle from
his intense orgasm, he showed me what had happened, and explained this
would too happen to me in a few years.  I even had the chance to taste it,
which to me tasted fine...different, but not bad.

There was a "last night" dance that evening, so we had extra time before
bedtime, so he and I continued to "play around" for a while longer, and he
even came a second time.  The next day, I was heartbroken - my first "love"
and my first "heartbreak" all in the same week.  That was my "a-ha moment,"
– the moment I think (unconsciously, I'm sure) I realized I was gay.

Upon my return home, I had to show and tell my brother of all my new
discoveries.  That evening, I sucked my brother's little dick until he got
the feeling, and he was hooked!  He and I continued our nightly playtime,
but now we incorporated sucking cock along with jerking off.

He and I continued our brotherly love for many years, into adulthood.  He
and I were both very closeted gays, I ended up married (and divorced) with
2 boys; he never married, but got a girl pregnant - she ended up in prison
leaving him with a son.  Then because of his troubled life, he ended up in
prison for drug-related crimes.

I now have 3 boys living with me – a 13-year-old nephew, a 12-year old
son, and a 9-year-old son. And yes, I buy them all lotion, and just
recently had to start buying Kleenex as well to clean up!

I'm not sure if that is as erotic/sexual as you would like, but it's my
true introduction to understanding my sexuality.  All the boys know I am
gay.  I am very open and truthful with them.  And I know boys will be boys,
so I know they are continuing the "family tradition."

And yes, if anyone wishes to email or contact me, you may forward their
notes to me.....I do love hearing about other guy's true experiences - I
think more boys play around than society wishes to admit. Whether with
other boys or men, it occurs more often than most realize!

----- Whew! Thanks, JT!

Keep keeping-it-real, folks. "Tales for the Male Bag" are true stories
people send me and are reprinted here with their full permission. More to
cum!

Peace,
Zachyboy
z.blake@mail.com