Date: Sat, 29 Nov 2003 12:23:33 -0800 (PST)
From: geo hall <wiseman_3n@yahoo.com>
Subject: While at Camp

I was at summer camp.  It was campout night and we were at the campsite a
little hike from the cabins.  The campout was going to give me an
opportunity that I was looking forward to.  It was tough going to the
bathroom at the camp.  The cabins were not set up real great, the toilets
were real close together, so much so that if two boys used them at the same
time, their knees would hit.  There were no doors on the bathrooms and
there was no real privacy.  I hated to take a dump there.  Over the years
at camp, I learned when I could skip out on some activity and get a few
minutes to myself.

Also, over the past year I got into going to do my business out in the
fields.  We lived in an almost desert, so their weren't real trees but
there were mesquites and other scrub.  I would fill my pockets with kleenex
and then ride my bike out on the location roads and cowpaths for some
remote little spot.  There was just something exciting about dropping my
pants, squatting and taking a dump in the great outdoors.  I would be
looking all around to make sure I wasn't getting caught.  I would tempt
fate a little by leaving my pants down and walking around a little, it was
especially invigorating with a strong winter wind.

At the campout, after we got the fires going, ate the cheapest hotdogs in
the world, and settled down around the fires, I had to get rid of all the
poop that had built up since I got to camp.  I had to ask the counselors
for the toilet paper and then found a good place around the little hill
from all the campsites.  I was feeling much better in just a few minutes.
But it wasn't much longer after that, that I knew I needed to do a little
more paperwork to finish, I didn't get clean enough.  Asking for the TP
again, gave my counselor a little worry.  When I returned, he asked me if I
was feeling alright.  Instead of just telling him I needed to wipe a little
more, I told him that I wasn't feeling all that good.

The next thing I knew, we hopped in the back of a pickup that was heading
back to camp.  I was sure I would end up at the nurse's and telling how I
had a tummy ache and she would tell me to go lay down.  We didn't even
bother with the nurse, we got dropped off right in front of the cabin.  I
went in and washed my face. I was actually feeling better than I had since
I got there a few days before.

It was the summer that I turned 12.  I knew so little about sex, my
adventures up to that time were nothing more than wrestling and trying to
pull another boys pants off, or having pissing contests in the restrooms at
school.  I had never jacked off, although I had played with my dick and
balls anytime I could get alone.  At least I have never cum, didn't even
know about it at the time.  I had some pubes coming in, just above my dick,
if I had tried I could have counted them.  I was just starting to really
stretch out, I had grown several inches taller, my voice was cracking all
the time.  My dick and balls were getting huge, at least from what I had.
I was way ahead of the other boys in my cabin, even though they were my
same age.  I tried to keep myself hidden, but there were times when the
others saw my pubes and big dick.  They would stare, then look up at my
face, and then stare some more.

My counselor was in college, almost all the clothes he had were either from
his college or from the camp.  He wasn't very tall, only about 2 inches
taller than me.  He had long brown hair that had gotten blonder from the
summer sun.  He had a great dark tan, it was amazing to look at his tan
line when he walked around the cabin naked.  He taught swimming and he was
always in the sun.  And he did spend a lot of time naked in the cabin.  He
barely had any hair on his body other than pits and pubes but was pretty
bushy around his dick.  He didn't have a big dick and the small size was
talked about among the other boys in the cabin.  We didn't go much into it
but I do remember talking about it because one of the other boys said that
I had a bigger dick than the counselor's.

Well, that night just because I wanted to wipe again, I got to sleep in my
bunk, away from all my friends and couldn't play with the fire and couldn't
mess with the little kids who fell asleep early.  My counselor told me to
get to bed and he would be right in.  He came back with alka seltzer and
had me drink that down.  I was flat on my back, in nothing but my undies.
He started to rub my belly, concerned that I wasn't feeling good.  His
rubbing was soft and gentle, even though his hands were a little rough.  It
did feel good, and all I could think about was not getting a boner.  He was
talking to me and I wasn't really listening, just trying to control my
boner.  I was doing pretty good but when his rubbing of my belly got wider,
his forearm started to rub the tip of my dick.  That sent me off, the more
he rubbed, the harder I got, the more contact his arm made with my dick.  I
didn't really know what to do.  I just looked at his face and let him do
the rubbing.  His arm started making more contact with my dick than his
hand on my belly.

His rubbing motion kept getting wider, his fingers were just starting to
touch the waistband of my undies.  Then his little finger would slide just
under the waistband.  Each time he slid his finger there, I would jump and
shake just a little, gasp just a little.  His fingers stayed a little
longer under the waistband and were less than an inch from the tip of my
boner.  I stayed quiet but really wanted him to grab my dick.  I was scared
as well, but it just was feeling too exciting to quit.

Then we heard a noise outside, he stopped his motion and listened.  There
was another group of kids at camp that weren't camping out, they had gone
to town for their night activity and had just got back.  They normally
don't come near our cabins but now they came right up on the porch.  My
counselor got up and started talking to them, I think they wanted to come
steal candy and stuff from the care packages.  My counselor talked to them
for a while.  I knew he was their counselor in years past and they were
having a good time.

I was going crazy.  I was hard, and very horny!  While they talked, I
pulled my dick out of my undies and squeezed and mashed it around.  I
flipped it back and forth in the open.  I shook my balls, I squeezed them
between my legs.  I moved a hand over my belly and chest, recreating my
counselor's movements.  I felt like I was going to explode but didn't know
how to pull the trigger.

I heard the other boys asking why my counselor was there and not at the
campout.  He told them that I wasn't feeling good and we came back to care
of that.  The other boys wanted to say hello to me, they knew me from the
earlier years.  I had just pulled my hands out of my undies in enough time
to wave to them and tell them thanks for them hoping that I would feel
better.  I tried to relax then, I could feel and see my dick get softer
with each heartbeat.

I was nearly soft again when the boys left and my counselor headed back to
me.  When he sat down on the bed, the very next beat of my heart had me
getting hard again.  The rubbing of my belly began again, almost where it
was when we had to stop.  Soon his hand was under my undies and just barely
making contact with my boner.  My counselor asked me if I was feeling OK.
I said I was doing pretty good, and my voice cracked twice in that one
little sentence.  My counselor grabbed my balls through the undies, I about
flew out of the bed at that touch, it was great but so surprised me.

When I didn't run off or scream at him, I think that he took it that it was
OK with me to keep going.  His hand slid right back in my undies, with
another shock that felt so good.  He then asked me if I thought that if I
jacked off that I would feel better.  I shrugged, not really knowing what
he was talking about.  He then tried to explain to me that if boys with
pubes didn't jack off enough that it could make them feel bad in the gut.
He was telling me all this, I wasn't following his logic much, mostly
because I didn't know what he was really talking about.  He caught on that
I was missing his message and decided to do some teaching.  He started to
pull my undies down, I lifted my hips so they could slide down, and just as
my undies went past my balls, I realized how naked I was.  I was almost
scared enough to make him quit but he kept on teaching and got me past
that.  He explained that there was more than my ball that made cum and put
a finger behind my balls.  He said other stuff but my mind was tingling as
much as my body and really didn't hear too much.

It was when he asked me if I cum and I told him I didn't know what he was
talking about, that he started down a different path.  Less talking and
just more jacking.  His right hand was going at a great rhythm, his left
hand was playing with my balls and pubes.  His stroking my dick felt really
good, and I figured that was what jacking off really was.  I put together
the images of some other boys comically stroking their dick and the talk of
jacking off.  I knew it felt better than squeezing and slapping my belly
with my boner.  It got me squirming around on the bed.  My counselor was
talking, little hot things.  Like "oh honey, does that feel so hot?", or "I
want you to cum.", or "Come on baby, shoot for me.".  It was that night
when I figured out what he was talking about.

I started getting a feeling in my balls and dick like I never had.  I
really thought that all the stroking and rubbing had destroyed my ability
to hold my piss in.  I squeezed every muscle I knew of to hold it.  I
arched my back to keep from peeing all over the place.  I squeezed hard on
the mattress and pulled it up.  I held my breath.  And I heard my counselor
encouraging me to let it shoot.  I couldn't get up to piss, I couldn't hold
it any longer, so I just let out.  I had a life time of cum built up in me.
I watched my first cum fly out of my dick.  I ducked so it wouldn't hit me
in the face. Then another.  I felt several more shots hit my belly.  My
counselor kept jacking me.  My dick got so sensitive that I was jerking
around on the bed when he touched me and finally had to grab both of his
hands and hold them off of me.

I couldn't move, I was naked, flat on my back and had my first cum on me
and my pillow.  My counselor kept asking me if I felt better now.  I really
did, although I really didn't know what had just gone on.  I was catching
my breath, grabbed my canteen that was full of water for the campout and
swallowed about half of it all at once.  My counselor gently wiped up the
cum from my chest and belly, and even milked out the last of it from my
dick, which hadn't really gotten soft at all.  He pulled up my undies and
smoothed out the waistband.

He threw the sheet other me and told me to go to sleep.  I wasn't about to
go to sleep, my heart was pumping about 10 times faster than normal and I
couldn't really believe what had just happened.  I put one hand in my
undies and kept feeling around.  It was then I realized my dick was good
for something more than putting out a campfire, or pissing across the
restroom in the general direction of the urinal.

I hadn't gone to sleep at all but it seemed like 5 or 6 hours later when my
counselor came back and sat down on my bed again.  No lights were on, the
stars shining in through the windows was the only light at all.  Even in
the dark, his hand found the top of my underwear and it slipped right in.
I was still hard, and had a little bit of cum still on my dick.  Actually,
I found more cum on my pillow, I just flipped it over to the cool side.  My
counselor moved his hand under my balls and I lifted and spread my legs so
he could touch me better.  My undies were pulled down a little, enough that
they didn't get in the way at all.

Then my counselor, finding out I was awake, asked me if I wanted to feel
him.  My hand came up immediately, I was trying to scratch my nose, but
then he took my hand and put it right in his undies.  I couldn't believe
how hot it was there, it was almost steamy.  My hand found wrapped around
his dick.  I was more impressed with all his pubes and how they felt.  His
dick was not long, but it was thick.  It filled my hand.  I squeezed it and
stroked it a little, my stroke length was real short.  But my fingers
explored his dick head and the veins.  His dick head felt huge compared to
the shaft, and to mine.  It felt like a baseball stuck on a pipe.  I played
with it, my fingers concentrating on his piss slit, I thought I could even
put a finger inside it.

He started talking more sexy to me, asking if not begging me to jack him
off.  I hadn't jacked off myself officially and he wanted me to try it on
him, I wasn't real sure I could.  I just started to stroke him as he was
stroking me.  He kept sliding into bed with me more and more.  His
underwear just disappeared when he moved all the way on my bed.  My hand
was cramping and I was feeling the cum build up.  This time, there was no
way I was going to fight it and I shot again.  Not nearly as hard or as
much, but it excited me that I could do it again.  I wasn't sure how much
or how many days I would have to wait until I could cum again.

I stopped jacking him and he took his own dick in his hand and jacked off
so fast.  I didn't know he could move his hand that fast.  He was close
enough that I could see his face in the dark.  It looked like one of the
guitar players when they really got playing.  From then on, I wondered why
those guys wanted to make that face.  It didn't take long before he was
ready to cum.  He grabbed my hand and had me make a cup out of it.  I felt
his hot cum start ripping out of his dick and going in my hand.  It felt so
weird and hot.

I did fall asleep right after that.  It was morning when he woke me up, he
was naked. He told me to get in the shower before the others got back.  We
took a shower together, looking at each other, but talking real 'guy' talk.
It was also the first time I knew of any one using shampoo to wash pubes.
It was like nothing had happened the night before, but he did talk to me
like I was older.  Most of the rest of the time at camp, it was just good
fun, he taught swimming and had fun with everybody.

But two more times that summer, he would come over in the middle of the
night and wake me up.  I was too close, only a couple of feet from the boy
beside me and the big mouth of the cabin slept above me in the bunk.  So we
ended up going to the showers to jack off.  He would do me, all I had to do
was stay standing up.  Then it wasn't long that we were jacking each other
at the same time.  I never did get to jack him off all the way.  I would
cum again and then he would jack off himself.

Finally, it was the next to the last night.  We had a dance that night.  I
was paired up with a hot little girl.  She was very sweet, a veritable
expert at kissing, and was great at keeping me hard all night without even
trying.  I was so horny that night after the dance, I wasn't going to wait
for my counselor to do anything with me.  I went to the shower, left the
lights off and for the very first time, jacked myself off.  I was quick and
efficient, and a little scared of being caught.  I would have been if I had
lasted 10 seconds longer.  One of the guys from the older cabin bumped into
me on his way to the shower.  I know he was going in to jack off as well,
it was way too late for showers and no place to piss in that direction.

The rest of the summer, after I got home, I kept practicing my new talent.
Several times a day.  I even got to share my knowledge and found out that
having pubes is a good sign that jacking off would end up good.

The next summer, I went back to the same camp.  I asked one of the
counselors if I could have the same cabin with my same counselor.  I was
told my counselor was gone, had to go home last summer and would never
never be back.