Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2012 10:59:56 -0700
From: freekone@hushmail.com
Subject: D Blues (beginnings)

The events that follow are pure fiction, and any resemblance to real
characters or events is purely coincidental. I appreciate your feedback.
This is my first story ever. If you have
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D Blues

I got a hard-on on the bus to scout camp.  This was in the 70s when the bus
drivers would put sound systems in and Steely Dan's Deacon Blues was
playing on the FM radio.  It was dark and my big red pack was in the seat
next to me so I adjusted it in my shorts and pleasured my self for a few
minutes in the process.  The super cute slightly effeminate images of the
shaggy boys in my scout troop flashed in my head.  I was too young to
ejaculate, but I had been getting hard for as long as I can remember, it
seemed to be always hard, unless I focused on getting it down, relaxing my
body and maybe putting my bare feet on the cold bathroom floor.  I could
retract it on command after practicing in the bathroom.  It would always be
hard after I took a shit, and I knew it would get me in trouble in in the
group showers in junior high, and of course you know, it was wrong to be a
fag and all.

I had to do the same thing now, because the bus was turning into the camp
and soon we would all have to pick up our packs and stumble off the bus
into the autumn evening.  The smell of the leaves made me hard too, and the
bumping of the bus when we bounced off the highway onto the dirt road I got
that tingling feeling as I gave my rigid member one last squeeze.
Concentrate - no boners now, but that song is playing, there's something
soft and warm about it, and soon we will be getting off, no-one can see it!
Fuck maybe if I hold my sleeping bag in front of it, but thats' worse,
that's the thing.  Soon we'll be in tents together, naked or in our tightey
whiteys, our sleeping bags only half open in the late summer midwestern
heat.  In the cool morning when everyone is really asleep it's so easy to
accidentally roll onto another boys warm little body.  Shit the bus was
stopping.

"Come on, get off" said Kyle Rathaport, tripping on my backpack that fell
into the isle.  "Gimmi a sec man" I said waving him off.  Thankfully it was
still dark on the bus , and I slid out and had my backpack in front of me
while I continued to try to retract, I slid my sleeping roll behind me and
bonked Kyle playfully, and he lauged.  He was beach blond and lighter than
my freckled face, a bit taller and kind of geekier in an athletic way.
We'd been tent mates before but was kind of shy or whatever, didn't get
undressed in front of me.  I was trying not to think of how I would love to
have seen his tee shirt pull off over his head shaking out his shoulder
length hair and then pulling off his jeans without a care and glancing at
his bulge before he slides into his bag.

I was psyched when later Kyle came over to me as I was helping my pod
leader set up the cook box.  "Hey we're tent mates again - cool right?"
Yea, I'll help you with the tent after I'm done here - pick a good spot -
no rocks!

After we got the tent set up I was psyched when Kyle said to me "You want
to do something" I tried not to be too eager of course.  After getting
permission we took a 'hike' out into the woods, hurriedly down the hill and
over to the pond, which was kind of behind the auto dealership that marred
the nature.

"Dude, where are we going?"

"We had to come over here so they would't suspect campers.  Check it out"

Kyle pulled out two Salem cigarettes and a book of matches.  "I had to grab
the matches - that's why I asked to take a piss before we went buy the
Boilermaker, I grabbed them off the stand by the entrance" And with that he
lit a match and laughed.

"Shh" I said.

"They can't hear us down here"

We sat on rocks and each smoked a cigarette until we were both totally
dizzy and euphoric.  It felt so warm with him, and it was only the numbing
effect of the nicotine that I didn't get hard right there.  Kyle stood up
but stumbled into me and laughed, He kind of landed on my lap and is warm
body felt so good as I helped him to his feet.  "Did you ever smoke
before?"  I asked.

"No!!" he laughed.  "Oh, I feel, oh geese"

"Let's walk, that'll help" I put my arm around him and was in heaven as is
young body held mine for balance in that foggy and beautiful place, the
first nicotine buzz.

No one seemed to notice - we straightened up before we got back to the camp
and went straight to the huge fire kindled with Oak leaves to mask the
shameful smell of rebellion.

What was weird and really disappointing was that another boy, a newer but
older scout was put in our tent, which really was a triple.  But he seemed
to be eager to fit in, so agreed to play strip poker when I pulled out some
cards.  I guess some people found out because later some older kids said
'Hey, you're supposed to play strip poker with girls!' they were laughing
at me 'you don't play with guys, unless, that's who you want to see
naked. . . you know, Queer!'  Fuck, if I hadn't moved away from that town I
would've ended up gay.  I probably would have sucked off one or more of
those boys because they already knew I was a little fag dick sucker before
I even just about started puberty.  You're so vulnerable then, it was right
on the surface.  It took moving and years and reinvention after reinvention
to closet myself and get back straight.

It wasn't until the internet that I turned queer again.  Sure all
throughout high school I had incessant fantasies and well, I've always been
curious.  And oral, and this is the first time I admit it, I've taken a few
cocks in my mouth.  Shit, not really - except in my fantasies!  And well,
there's possibly one when I was really drunk, in a weird time after
college, but I'm getting way the fuck ahead of myself!

Yea, strip poker, well the first time - we all stripped down to our undies,
and I could see that Kyle was hard and so was I.  The other boy went to
bed, it was after lights out and me and Kyle each got into our sleeping
bags.  I was too cold to leave them open, but mine was unzipped..  I had to
be bold I and I wanted to touch him.  I wiggled my sleeping bag closer, and
whispered to him, "can I feel it?"  I think he mumbled consent and my hand
was already sliding down his side towards his fresh new undies that his mom
had just written his name on the waistband on, and I just boldly slid my
hand under it, and onto his warm meat.  It felt so good in my hand and then
I was rewarded mightily when I felt his little hand I my aching boner.  We
were too young to know what to do beyond that and I hadn't matured enough
to come the first time yet.  But I wanted to.  Humping this poor boys hand
and exploring him with mine, I would've been the troop fag, maybe it
would've been nice, and I would've been really social.  Not there, not
then.  It's what happened, I won't be ruled by it even if I love my
fantasies.

I think our reluctant tent mate eventually said "Are you guys done getting
gay yet?"  and we both pulled away from each other and nothing was ever
mentioned of it for at least a month, but at the next camp out we were all
in the tent together again.  And I think this is the time the older kid had
found out about, though I don't think the end part, which is seared in my
mind.  I suggested strip poker again and Kyle agreed though the other kid
said - I'm going to bed!  It was a boring game with only two players, and I
was loosing on purpose and soon we were both in our undies.  I lost on
purpose again and took off mine.  Kyle was looking at me, still hard and my
little penis was throbbing too.  He was a bit panicked I think.  What now.

"How about if I loose I put it in my mouth."  I suggested.

"What? no!"  He was appalled I think, and said "I won, we should go in
bed".

I relented and got in my sleeping bag.  But then I said "I want to."  I
think he said OK, and he slipped his underwear down.  I was in a daze - I
was doing it, I didn't even know what, somewhere deep inside I wanted to
pleasure this boy, and oh, head spinning, on my knees, over him, eyes
closed, and oh, the smoothness.  I'll never forget the smoothness of the
head of Kyle Rathaports penis on my tong and on the roof of my mouth and
his shock at how good and wrong I'm sure it felt to him.  I've though about
it so many times - why am I a dick sucker?  It's just been my compulsion
since I was little.

I wish I could say he blew a giant load in down my that or anything but
him, after a few seconds of me having his cock, in my mouth pulling away
and saying "OK, that's enough all right?, we should be asleep"

Soon after that I move away from that town.  It wasn't until I got to my
new town, in my fathers apartment bathroom that I pressed on my little
penis, left thumb holding it down from the top, and right fingers rubbing
'the spot' underneath, that it happened, the surging.  Oh my god the first
surging ejaculation, it's so dirty and good, and the rich smell . . . oh it
went everywhere and there were no thoughts at all in my mind, just
fireworks.

thanks for your comments -freekone@hushmail.com