Date: Wed, 08 Aug 2001 02:50:24 +0000
From: Cliff Traynor <cliff6@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Camp that changed everything (camping)

This story is in two parts with part 1 starting as a minor, but necessary
for part 2. (Also in the document) Part 1 involves male nudity with solo sex
acts. Part 2 gets into the meat of a close male relationship.

It was the summer of my 16th birthday, and I remember sitting in the car
with my father and his best friend Greg, and his son, Adam. My dad and Greg
had belonged to a special fraternity in university, and all of his friends,
and the members thereafter continued their friendship in a form of an alumni
program, which was now quite large in members.  Within this alumni
association was a one-month summer program for boys only that were turning
age 16 of that year. Even though I would be 16 in a month, I was fully
developed and seemed to have stopped growing at 5'11".  I had a good strong
body with brown hair on my head and my body, plus I looked older than I was.
We were excited about the camp as we had heard so much about the program but
my father seemed more excited about it than I did. I wasn't sure why then,
but today I understand completely and look back at that part of my life as a
new beginning.

Over the years, my family had been introduced to many of the guys from the
alumni group, and my mom and dad had met at the university.  But Greg and my
dad had been the closest of any of the friends, and I felt more like he was
my uncle -- more than my biological uncles. The two of them confided in each
other, and once a year, would do a camping trip together; sometimes alone,
but other times with other alumni guys. It was something my mother always
accepted, and was very supportive of.

When we arrived at the camp, my dad took me aside and we walked over by a
huge shady tree where I put my summer gear down on the grass.   "Chris" he
said quietly, "this camp is going to be a new beginning for you.  Part of
what we hope you'll find here is one boy who will be your male soul mate.
Someone who'll remain your closest friend for life -- no matter what, and a
person you'll be able to share everything with".

"Kind of like you and Greg" I said affirmatively.

"Yeah, like me and Greg. We've been through everything together. We've
fought, we've struggled and we still love each other -- probably stronger
than brothers.  I hope you'll find a good friend like him".

"Gee, thanks dad. I mean I've got a couple of good friends already but..."

"You'll find out one of these days what I mean," he said massaging my
shoulder.

I stood up and he gave me a tight hug.  "Let's go see where you're bunking."

We walked to the main courtyard and found the cabin listings.  Finding mine,
my dad and I walked over to it and I plopped my things in the assigned
locker and flopped down on the bottom bunk.  There would be eight guys in
this cabin with shared shower and washrooms with the next cabin. The cabin
was rustic, with guy's names signed everywhere. It seemed like it was going
to be a great place. There weren't any other guys in there but as there
would be guys from across the country arriving, and as we only lived an hour
away, we were fairly early.

Adam wasn't part of my cabin group but he and I chummed around for most of
the day and took a look at what the place had to offer.   Boating, tennis,
volleyball and basketball courts plus a small performing center, and a
fantastic dining room were all available to us.   As the welcoming committee
wasn't going to be meeting with us for a few hours we all decided we'd take
a swim.  Well, Adam and I had our bathing suits packed, but Greg and my dad
did not.  I asked my dad what he was going to use for swim trunks, and he
said it didn't matter.  Adam and I got our trunks on, and with our dads
headed down to the lake.  Greg and dad started to giggle and yelled -- first
one in's a rotten egg. We all started racing toward the water, but while we
ran, they started stripping off their clothes. First shirt over their heads,
pulling their shorts off running and stumbling and laughing like crazy, then
just before the water, off came their underwear and they dove in.

Everyone started laughing and throwing water at each other and having a
grand time for about 10 minutes when my dad and Greg stood up, water
dripping from their bodies. They were only knee high in the water and their
naked bodies were fully exposed for everyone to see. "Dad" I yelled. "You
can't be out here like that".

"And why the hell not" he laughed. "Is there a sign that says you've got to
wear bathing suits"?   Then I noticed a few other people coming down to the
water.  The boys had on their swimsuits, two dads stayed on shore, and
another guy stripped down and joined the others.  My dad called over, "Hey,
big Jim"!  The three guys ran towards each other for a big hug. Jim
introduced his son to me as Ryan. I shook his hand and he joined Adam and I
away from the three naked dads.

"Why did they call him big Jim"? I asked Ryan.

" Next time he stands up take a look at the size of his dick," his son said
with a big smirk on his face. All three of us had that nervous laugh when
you talk about a guy's "private parts" but were intrigued to see if it was
actually true.

So, the afternoon went.  Some guys were naked and others were clothed. It
was all-new to me and I'll admit I felt a little uncomfortable, but my dad
was having the time of his life.

We even got into a chicken fight with the boys on the dad's shoulders.  Once
I got knocked off and fell right in front of "big Jim".  As I sat up in the
water, I found myself inches from his penis. Ryan was right, and I found
myself staring for longer than I should have. Jim grabbed me by the hair.
"Hey, what are you lookin' at....like father like son he laughed".  At that
point, my father attacked Jim (play fighting of course) and threw him into
the water. Soon everyone was joining in and I suddenly found myself above,
under and around all these bodies. I remember Jim's cock gliding across my
body, followed by Greg's.   It was suddenly really cool and I was starting
to feel like a man being able to fool around with all these other naked men.

After a couple of hours, we all headed back to the cabin. The boys kept
their trunks on, but the guys who were naked, stayed that way, and no one
thought anything of it.  These guys all seemed really close, and I started
to get a sense of the closeness one might feel at this camp. There were so
many close connections as we had met many of these people at different
functions throughout the year.

At 6:00, the dads were asked to say goodbye to their sons, and as hands got
shaken, or bodies got hugged, we were getting excited about being on our own
for one whole month. The main gates were locked and we were all herded into
the main dining hall.

Ian was the head counselor and introduced himself to all 125 guys in the
program. He looked to be in his early 20s. A good-looking guy with
pitch-black hair, strong body and a great laugh and smile. Everyone liked
him immediately.  After the summer, he would be a beginning Master's student
and part of the same fraternity that my dad and Greg were from, as were the
other counselors at the camp. There were also a few junior counselors (more
like go-boys) who did all the shit work at the camp, but could also be good
buds to kids who were lonely or were having problems and needed a buddy
around for a while.

Within the first 5 minutes of his talked, he said something that shocked a
few of us, but not all.  "This camp is clothing optional, which means you
can wear clothes, or.. (and he took off his shorts revealing a beautiful
penis and very black hairy bush)....while he did this -- everyone cheered and
laughed and applauded.  He finished his sentence, "or not".

He bowed and thanked everyone for the applause then slipped his shorts back
on. "We are all guys here. There is never a problem if you want to be naked,
or clothed; whatever makes you most comfortable.  We would ask however that
you at least wear shorts to eat. We wouldn't want any hot food being dumped
on your 16-year old balls. (Everyone burst into laughter) You may find that
everyone stays clothed for the first while, but once you feel more
comfortable you can wear what you want or don't want. However there will
never be any pressure for anyone to remove their clothing, it is completely
up to each individual.  You will probably find that many of the counselors
will remain clothed most of the time".

"Now, the next topic I'll raise is one you're probably thinking of.  What if
I get an erection?  I can only answer by saying, that's life. We're all
males, and sometimes our penises have a mind of their own. You're all 16.
It's going to happen a lot more to you boys than it will to those of us in
our 20s and 30s, but it happens".  (There were nervous giggles erupting
everywhere)

Then he continued with the standard rules of the program, including
participation, sports, recreation, free time etc.  And finally, he ended
with the introduction of our group counselors -- one would be assigned to
each cabin group. He announced everyone's group except for mine.   "Boys in
cabin 10" he shouted. "We seem to be missing one of our counselors, so for
the time being, I'll be with your group".  We all cheered enthusiastically.

Finally, we all sat down to a huge welcome feast that was incredible and
were then asked to meet with our cabin groups to get better acquainted.

It was great to meet guys from across the country, and hear about their dads
and how they found out about this place.  We were really lucky to get Ian,
but he did warn us that he wasn't sure how long he would be able to stay
with us. At 10:00, this horrible sounding siren blasted through the night
air, which was the warning for us to get ready for bed.

The groans and moans from all the guys could be heard across the camp, but
we surrendered and entered our cabins.  Now there was an awkward moment. We
were all getting ready for bed, and we watched as checked each other out.
Ian sensed it....

"Okay boys, I'll start. I always sleep nude, and he started to slowly
undress. Everyone watched him. First his shirt, then his shoes and socks
which he tucked into his shoes; finally he slipped off his green shorts and
threw them on the end of his bed. Everyone was quiet. "What's the matter?
Haven't you ever seen a hairy dick before? Either strip down or get dressed
for bed"!

Almost everyone stayed dressed except for Joey who said he always slept nude
as well, but he was a 16-year-old kid who look 13.  Everyone slipped into
their sleeping bags and Ian came around to check everyone out.  When Ian
came over to my bed, he checked out the top bunk first which meant his naked
torso was visible between the top and bottom bunk. Again, I found myself
mesmerized by this guy's penis, which hung down quite low over a big bag,
with lots of black pubes.  He caught me staring.

"Hey Ryan....RYAN"!  (Shit, he caught me) Then he leaned in to me and in a
half whisper asked if him being nude was making me uncomfortable. I told him
it wasn't but, I hadn't seen a penis that big and that close before. He
laughed and said thanks but instead of walking away, he stayed there and
continued to talk to Joey for a bit.  I just stared and watched as his cock
jiggled around while he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. A
couple of times he scratched his bag, and I will admit I moved in for a
closer look. It was intoxicating.  When he was done talking with Joey, he
looked down at me and asked quietly, "..get a long enough look"?  He smirked
and said goodnight to everyone and was off to bed.  I on the other hand
stayed awake thinking about this guy and all the nakedness I'd seen that
day.  I mean, I'd seen my dad nude lots, and thought nothing of it, but now
things were a little different.

For the next few days most guys stayed partially dressed, mostly no shirts --
except for swimming and then everyone stripped. It was a freeing experience
and we got to know each other better and better.  One afternoon, I walked
into the cabin to change and there was Rob standing there with a boner,
while he was trying to change. He got embarrassed and tried to get dressed
so fast that he fell over on the floor. Neither of us laughed, but when I
started to get out of my pants, I had a boner too. We both stood up and
looked at our cocks, checking each other out, then continued to get dressed.
Something clicked that day, and we became friends quite quickly.

Later in the afternoon, I had to use the can and ran back to my assigned
washroom. When I finished, I started to run back to the group but heard
these grunting sounds coming from our cabin. I looked in the window only to
find Ian masturbating. I started to turn to walk away but I couldn't. I
wanted to watch. I quickly decided I would position myself at the window so
I could see him, but hopefully he couldn't see me.  I stood on an old box
and peeked in through a corner of the window, watching his hand wrapped
around this huge hard penis. Ian continued to stroke it.  I couldn't believe
how mesmerized I was by this guy's body -- I guess more so -- his cock. My
eye's stayed glued to his crotch as I watched the long straight fat penis
disappear and reappear from behind Ian's hand. This was new to me to see
someone else doing this to his penis and I wanted to learn.  I watched how
he massaged his sac with one hand, and gently stroked his penis with the
other. There seemed to be lots of goo coming from the tip, which he
frequently scooped up and fed himself.  He started pumping faster and
faster, spreading his legs nice and wide, which gave me, perfect view of his
hairy legs, asshole and huge balls, which by this time were bouncing up and
down in rhythm to his pumping.  In a second he started cumming, first
shooting across his face, then his chest and stomach, finally just oozing
out of his purplish head.  It was really cool to see this and when I looked
down, I realized I had a major boner of my own, but didn't do anything with
it.  I had just seen my counselor in a private moment, and I felt privileged
but a little guilty.

I quietly stepped off the box and started walking back to my group reveling
in what I'd just seen when this hand grabbed my shoulder.  "Hey Ryan". I
turned to look and it was Ian, completely naked except for a chain whistle
around his neck. "Did you see everything you wanted to back there"? He asked
with a huge smirk on his face.

I froze, and my face turned beet red.  "Ryan, it's okay man. Guys jerk off --
not usually in public, but you caught me red-handed so to speak".  I could
laugh only a little bit because I felt so guilty for watching him.  "For God
sake man, lighten up. This camp is for guys to really get to know each
other, and find good friends that you'll have in your life for a long time.
I know for some guys it's a little embarrassing to be hanging out naked with
other guys..."

"No, that's not it.  I don't really care about that. I think that once
everyone gets used to each other, we'll be pretty open ....and I don't really
care that you're naked.  I just....well... I just thought it was kind of cool to
watch another guy...well... jerk off".

"Ryan, I have a confession to make.  I saw you the first time your head
popped up at the window, and then I didn't see you again. By then, I was
right in the middle of it and didn't want to stop so I finished up.  Anyway,
it's okay. I know you like looking at my penis and it's okay.  Is there
anything you want to know"?

I got red again.  "Ian, I don't think I'm gay or anything, it's just that,
I've never been able to just stare at a guy's `cock' (I whispered) and it's
kind of neat".

"Do you think you're the only guy around here that does that?  Take a look
around, and wait until the other counselors start strutting their stuff.
Everyone looks and compares dick sizes and development. It's only natural.
In awhile, it'll be second nature and you won't even think about it -- well,
until you meet up with your bosom buddy -- but you'll learn more about that
later.  In the meantime, you can look at my cock as often as you want; I
really don't care. No touching though -- or I could get into lots of
trouble".

Defending my boyhood and straightness I guffawed, "Well I wouldn't want to
touch it anyway. Cheez".

He laughed, and put his arm around my shoulder as we walked back to camp. I
kept my head down so I could watch that penis of his giggle around as we
came back to the group.

When I got to the clearing in the woods, I noticed that half the guys were
completely naked lying back on the grass, or sitting cross-legged as our
instructor was giving pointers on leadership.   I kept my shorts on, but
leaned back on my elbows thinking this was going to be a great month.

I was a fairly congenial guy and found more contentment in know lots of guys
rather than teaming up with only one person.  The only person I seemed to
have more of a comradeship with was Ian.  We'd hook up regularly for chats
about life at school and home, girls, friends, sex and traveling. One
afternoon during our "free time" I decided to go for a hike along the
cliffs, overlooking the river. I had asked a few guys and no one really
wanted to go, so I started on my own.  Within a few minutes I heard someone
rushing up behind me. When I turned to find Ian, I was secretly delighted.
We were both dressed in shorts, t-shirts and sandals, and walked quietly
over the leaves and moss and dirt paths that were before us.  We didn't talk
much, but felt very comfortable with each other and would trade a few jokes
back and forth throughout our hour-long walk.

The next day we were told that each cabin group must prepare something for a
talent show, and that the counselor for each cabin would also be
participating. We had two days to put something together, and would perform
it the following day.  That morning, we all just hung out in the cabin, on
the beds, on the floor, throwing out some ideas until everyone agreed.
Someone suggested that we do that traditional shtick where the guys wear
barrels or huge hats over their heads, leaving their belly buttons to do the
singing. By the time we ended up with our version, we were going to make
huge hats that went down to our navels, but then we'd draw huge eyes on our
abs; our dicks would be the noses, and we'd hang a mouth with elastic from
our penis.  We were laughing so hard at the possibilities that we suddenly
had too many jokes and songs that would work.  So, while a few guys worked
on the script, I volunteered to work on the hat and mouth design. Ian chimed
in that he'd be the guinea pig.  That afternoon, we started working on one
hat design, plus a huge flexible mouth that when bouncing up and down would
open and shut.

It was time to try it out, which was Ian's cue to strip out of his shorts
and get into his costume.   I fastened the hat to him, which covered his
torso, leaving his abs, crotch and legs naked.  I got down on my knees with
face paints and started to draw the eyes on his abs when my chin
accidentally brushed against his penis. I looked down, and realized how
comfortable I'd become with Ian and all the naked guys around here. I
stopped to stare for a moment and realized I was a pretty lucky guy.
"Everything okay down there" he asked.  I told him I was just looking. I
could have sworn his cock grew an inch after that and for some strange
reason; I wanted to move in and press against it.

Using my artwork as an excuse, I moved forward to draw the eyelashes and
deliberately let my cheek rest against his penis. I didn't press it too
hard, but on and off. I enjoyed being close to him and he made no negative
reaction so I continued, this time moving away, brushing my nose over his
pubes and cock.  I leaned back, "There. The eyes are done and look great.
Now let me hook this nose on your dick and....(I took my time making sure I
had the opportunity to touch his penis) voila!  Now jump up and down a
little and let's see how that mouth works".  He started to move and his cock
jiggled, and flopped around making it look absolutely hilarious.  I called
the other guys over and we all had a good laugh.  One guy down, 8 to go.  I
had the opportunity to draw the eyes on every one of the guy's abdomens, and
because of it, had a close-up view of every guy's dick.  About three of them
got so excited about the sensation of the eyes on their abs that they sprung
boners in a second. It was kind of cool to have a few hard cocks resting
against my cheek while I finished my drawings.   When we started to rehearse
it was a complete focus on the penis. How could we make them move to be the
funniest, and realistic?  It was decided that Ian would be the lead singer
as his cock was the biggest, and he was by far the most mature, although the
rest of us were doing quite nicely.  Joey, the guy who was just starting to
develop, got all the falsetto parts in the recording and was a big hit.

Needless to say, we won the talent show hands down, and as a reward were
given a night out at a burger joint not to far from the camp.  We had a
blast and everyone felt much closer.  You know when you spend two days
focusing on your friend's dicks -- even for fun -- things change.  You aren't
afraid to get close to a guy, and there's no problem if you accidentally
touch the guy's penis, or put your head on his lap, stomach or legs. His
dick is close, but it's just part of him.   Sometimes during the summer, we
found ourselves actually talking about our penises -- sizes, bushes, piss
slits. It was pretty cool.

We had spent a great summer together, which was coming to an end, and we
were all feeling a little sad.  Our last night together, we all stood in one
huge circle around the camp fire; some guys naked and others partially
clothed, but we sang some song about making good friends and saying goodbye.
It was a little corny, but a sad moment. We'd all had fun with sports and
competitions, plus some drama and painting. It was a great time just to be
myself.

Some guys appeared to have made bosom buddies, but others -- like me -- had
made a bunch of friends.  Ian and I seemed to connect in a different way,
and I know I would miss him a lot, but we promised we'd keep in touch.  I'd
heard that one before, but this time I hoped it would really work.  The last
night in the cabin, we stayed up most of the night reminiscing, joking and
talking about what we were returning to.  For the first time, we were all
nude and it felt really comfortable. Before we said goodnight, we all hugged
each other, very conscious that our dicks didn't touch, however, when I got
to Ian. I hugged him tight pressing my entire body up against his. We had a
connection, and I wasn't sure what it was yet, but knew it was there.  .

On the drive home the next day with Adam, Greg and my dad, we talked
non-stop about the camp, but we didn't mention the "clothing-optional" dress
code. However, Greg brought it up half apologizing for not letting us know
about that part of the camp.  "I'm glad you didn't". (Adam agreed with me)
"I think it would have been a little nerve wracking knowing that this was a
nudist camp".

"But it wasn't", Adam said. "We could let it all hang out if we wanted, but
it was cool if you didn't want to".

"So how did you guys react to the dress code"? my dad asked.

Adam replied, "Well, I was Mr. Nudieboy most of the time, but Ryan tended to
keep himself at least half covered...but that was cool".

Before a long period of satisfactory silence, my dad said to the two of us,
"You guys should appreciate the freedom you had this last month. It won't
happen again for awhile, but I'm sure you'll have great memories".

Adam and I sat back in the seat feeling the pleasant exhaustion of staying
up so late the night before.

It was a summer we wouldn't soon forget.



PART 2

It was about a month before I got a letter from Ian, with two pictures. One
was of all the guys together in the cabin, and the other was of him and I --
except he was naked and I was clothed. There was a sticky note attached
stating, "Please don't pin this up on your bulletin board. It's for your
eyes only".

I smiled with a head full of good memories and good feelings for this guy,
and tucked the photo away in a note book.   In his letter he suggested I
come up and visit him sometime, but I wasn't totally sure if he was serious.

Over the next year and a half, he and I wrote back and forth, with short
info letters talking about marks in school, friends, girl friends, and some
references to sex.  He now had a steady girl friend that he had been with
for about 8 months, and I was dating different young women, but had yet to
have my first fuck.  I'd fooled around; had a few hand-jobs, exchanged in
oral sex -- more me with them. My cock was sucked, but I didn't get a blow
job.  So our letters were brief but informative, and it was good that we
continued to connect.

Anyway, when I was 18, I got a phone call from Ian in the middle of our
Thanksgiving dinner, wondering what I was doing during Christmas holidays.
When I told him I had no plans, he wondered if I wanted to come up and see
him for a few days. I had been planning to go to his college to look around
anyway, and thought it would be a perfect time to check things out, seeing
if I wanted to go there the next year.

I actually got really excited about the trip, and in a month, I hopped on a
bus to meet my good buddy. He met me at the station and ran towards each
other hugging our bodies and messing up hair. It was great! The same spirit
that was there during the summer camp still existed between us.

We talked a mile-a-minute until we got to his frat house.  Some of the guys
had gone home for the holidays, but probably one third of them had stayed
around. Walking into the building was exciting and liberating. First there
was the front entrance, with huge wooded locked doors leading into another
small foyer, with another set of large heavy wooden doors leading somewhere
else.
A voice came over the speaker, "Hey Ian -- come on in", followed by a buzzer
and Ian pushing the door open. I glanced back to see a camera fixed on the
ceiling, which was how they knew Ian and I were there.

My first glance was of total amazement followed by familiarity.  There were
a few guys watching TV, some reading, some playing foosball, but -- you guess
it -- some of them were nude, and some were clothed. It was a clothing
optional frat, but I would soon learn that it was more than that.

Ian brought me over and started introducing me to his friends and brothers.
They were all great and made me feel right at home. Then he took me up to
his room and helped to get me settled in followed by an orientation of the
place.

"So, do you want to grab something to eat here, or go out for a bite?" he
asked. I chose to stay in to get a better feel for this place and the guys
who lived inside.

While we were sitting on my bed chatting, one of the other brothers came
prancing into the room naked as a jaybird. He and Ian did a high five, when
he offered his hand to me.  While I shook it he plopped his one foot up on
the bed exposing his thick dick and balls for my feasting eyes.  "I assume
that Ian's already told you about the dress code around here".  I nodded and
smiled. "You'll see that I like to wear mostly NOTHING" he laughed thrusting
his pelvis toward my face making his penis flop up and down a couple of
times.

I laughed at this gregarious guy and told him it didn't bother me at all.
"So why don't you guys join me" he asked.  I looked at Ian, and we expressed
a silent expression that said, "why not".

Now, Steve sat on the bed while Ian and I started to strip down.  Ian was
quick, while I was a little reserved.  By the time I got down to my boxers,
both guys were sitting on the bed as if waiting for a surprise package. I
took a deep breath and pulled the shorts down, trying to make light
conversation with both of them.  In a second, Steve reached out and felt my
cock and bag. "Looks good there Ry, but I still think I got everybody here
beat in thickness anyway".  He grabbed his own cock showing off it's girth
until Ian knocked him over onto the bed and told him to quit his bragging.

We left the room buck naked and headed down to the kitchen.  During the
holidays it was a free-for-all.  When I descended the stairs, I got some
cheers and applause from the other guys who were glad I joined them in their
natural state. It really didn't bother me anymore, so I wasn't embarrassed
at all. That camp had cured me.

We found out that someone had ordered a ton of pizzas so we were invited to
join in the meal. So, there we sat; about 18 guys watching tv, eating pizza
and yapping about anything and everything.  I had no idea how my life would
change that night.

Around midnight, we headed to our respective rooms for the night. When
ascending the stairs I was behind Steve who took his time with his wide
strides so I could take a good look at his huge balls and thick cock hanging
down between his legs. He was, without question, the ultimate exhibitionist.
I turned back to look at Ian who laughed knowing exactly what I was
thinking. At the top of the stairs, Steve turned around and stopped suddenly
making me bump into him -- cock against cock, and Ian bumping against me --
cock against ass.  Steve looked down at our two cocks together when I
stepped back.  "So, what do you think?" he asked.

"Okay, Okay you're a big guy" I laughed.

"Yep. It's a real mouthful that's for sure," he said slyly.

"Well, I wouldn't know about that," I said.

"Trust me," Ian said, "it's a real mouthful". The two guys laughed as we
entered Ian's room. I noticed that Ian had one large bed. I'm not sure why I
hadn't noticed before; maybe I thought that there was another room or
something, or another cot, or that I'd be offered my own room, but somehow
it didn't seem to matter.

We did our bathroom routine then sat down on the bed.  Suddenly, I was aware
of my nakedness.  I had no problem walking around nude with other guys, but
getting into a bed with another naked guy was different. I felt so close to
Ian, and yet, I was feeling uncomfortable crawling into bed with the guy.
Maybe it was that last comment he made to Steve that got my mind wondering
what he meant by it.

As we lie there awake under the covers, I felt compelled to ask him what he
meant when he said that Steve was a mouthful.  When I asked him, Ian turned
on his side facing me.  "You really want to know?" he asked quietly.  I
nodded that I did. "Well, one night after quite a bit of drinking we were
all hanging out downstairs.  We started talking about cock size and the next
thing I know, we're all standing up measuring the length of each other's
soft cocks.

Needless to say, a few of the guys were sporting hardons, and we decided to
measure our hard dicks by girth and length. Well, Rob -- a guy who's not here
tonight won hands down in the length department, but Steve got the girth
award.   Then Steve yelled out...'I'll bet any guy $50 that they can't swallow
this whole thing'.  At first everyone just started jeering at him, but when
he raised it to $100, almost everyone was ready for the action, but in the
end, only a few of us tried.  Guess who won?  ME. I didn't suck him off or
anything, I just had to get the whole thing in my mouth and hold it there
for 30 seconds. For some reason it was easy, and I didn't really care -- and
I got $100. There are a few good buddies around here that get each other off
every once in a while, and it's all cool.  Hey, your dad had a good buddy
here didn't he?  (I nodded yes with an obvious look of `what are you getting
at')

Years ago, the guys here were pretty liberal. They were pretty open with
each other anytime and anywhere -- my uncle told me. But now, it's only close
friends, and we stick to handjobs and blowjobs."

I was flabbergasted.  "Do you mean that all you guys...do each other around
here and nobody cares?"
"Not all the guys do it; just bosom buddies." (I'd heard that term before
from my dad) "Nobody really cares and besides, if you do it, it's usually
with someone you know you can trust and be best friends with for the rest of
your life. We aren't lovers or anything; we just help each other get off if
we're horny. It's like the clothing thing; some guys are comfortable with
it, and others aren't. But everyone here has done something with another guy
at least once. We all still have our girlfriends, but there are times when
you're just real horny and want to get off -- and every guy loves a blow job.
So, we just help each other out.  (There was a pause)  How about you.  Have
you done anything with another guy?"

"No" I could say immediately. " The closest I've every been to a guy's prick
was....well, I guess was yours at camp a couple of years ago."

"Wow!  Well, you're only 18, so there's lots of time -- if you're ever
interested. Listen, you think about it, and if you're interested you let me
know tomorrow and we can get started on your first session. But don't worry.
I'll break you in with a demonstration so it doesn't overpower you in one
minute.

Just think about it. There's no pressure and whatever you decide is fine."

I lay there wide awake for the next hour or so.  I admit I was wondering
what it would be like to have a penis in my mouth -- hopefully Ian's. And, I
wondered what kind of lesson it would be. Finally I drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up, Ian was standing beside me drying off after his shower. That
beautiful penis of his was right beside my face -- on purpose I suppose --
when he smiled a very friendly good morning.

"Time to get up" he said pulling off my covers revealing my morning bone.
"And good morning to you" he said directly to my penis. He reached over and
wrapped his hand around the base of my cock.  "Now that's a real HANDful" he
said referring to the mouthful statement last night.   He kept his hand on
my penis while he discussed the day's activities starting at the ski hill.
"Now, why don't you shower up and join us downstairs.  We'll be leaving in
half an hour....and leave this thing alone or you won't be ready in time" he
said slapping my cock.   I winced at the slight pain, and hopped out of bed.

"Oh..um..Ian."  He turned.  "About your offer last night.  I think I'd like
to observe or whatever....session number 1....whatever that means".

"Cool" he said. "I'll set it up for later tonight, and don't worry about it.
It'll be fine".

While Ian dressed, I showered and got ready for a fun day of skiing. All
eight of us ended up at a burger joint and scoffed down way too much food
and beer, but it was good to feel part of the group.  When half the group
went to the washroom, Grant came over and sat down beside me.  He moved his
chair so we were shoulder to shoulder and he said -- almost under his breath
-- "I hear you're getting your first session tonight....with Ian"?

I almost spit out my beer. "How did you know?"

"Hey man, we're a fraternity. We know everything about each other. Don't
worry Ryan. Ian's a good teacher. You'll like him...and besides, I think I'm
going to be helping out a little".  He winked, then he got up and sat back
in his original seat.   Grant was probably the tallest of anyone at the
fraternity, with a real clean-cut-next-door-neighbor-look.

In a few minutes, we were heading home in the van belting out old drinking
ditties, and making up some of our own.   When we got back to the house,
some guys checked out to meet with other friends; some guys went to their
rooms; and others plopped down on chairs, floor and couches to watch TV.

I felt this hand on my shoulder and knew it was Ian.  "Well, are you ready
for lesson #1?"  I hesitated and nodded okay when he grabbed both my
shoulders and gave me a quick deep massage. "It'll be fine; don't worry".
Then he motioned for Grant to join us.

Suddenly there were cheers and taunts like "Don't have too much fun" or
"You lucky stiff, I wish it was me" or "just take a deep breath and
swallow".
Ian smiled back, "Give him a break guys. It's his first time".  Suddenly
everyone was wishing me luck and telling me to have a good time. I didn't
know what to expect.

When I walked into the room, Ian and Grant were sitting on the bed fully
clothed.  "Now look Ryan, if you don't want to go through with this you
don't have to. But, I think you'll have fun and you'll learn a new skill
that'll please your best buddy for years to come".

"It's okay" I said. "I think I'm ready".

Ian said, "Okay, here are the rules for lesson #1.  If you feel
uncomfortable at any time just stop and we'll postpone it for another time,
okay? (I nodded) I'm going to teach you how to give a guy one hell of a
blowjob.  We're going to use Grant as the model `cause he's got a great
cock, and lots of control -- and he's a nice guy".

"But I thought I'd be sucking you...er..."

"Well, I'm the teacher tonight so I want to be able to guide you through it
and help you enjoy it.  You and I will have our day, don't worry" he
massaged my shoulder with his one hand.

Grant asked if we were ready, and when we both said yes, he stood up and
started to remove his shoes and socks. I looked up and noticed that the door
had been left ajar. Being as nervous as I was, I jumped up and ran to the
door and locked it.  Both guys laughed as I came back to the bed wiping my
brow.

Grant then slipped off his pants and draped them over the back of the chair,
leaving him in his white briefs. Without looking at me, he slowly slipped
his briefs down over his pubes and ever so slowly pushed them down over his
penis.  He stepped out of his briefs and lay them along side his pants.
Before me stood a beautifully proportioned circumcised penis, resting over a
good sized set of balls with lots of  light brown pubes. Beneath were very
muscular, lightly hairy legs and huge feet. I stared.

"Pretty cool to be able to get this close to another guy's dick isn't it"?
Grant said.

Ian said, "Okay Ryan. You and I both have dicks, and we know what feels good
for us, but before you can get to know another guy's most private area,
you've gotta take some time and assess the package.  Sniff around, touch it,
feel it's thickness.  Always remember how sensitive your own is, and you
won't hurt his".

I grabbed his thighs, and brought him toward me.  I leaned forward and let
my nose brush against his pubes. I had been at this place with Ian a couple
of years earlier. "Now, take a deep breath and breathe in his scent."

I brought him closer to me and while I let my nose brush through his pubes
and over his penis, I breathed in -- deeply.  Grant put his hand to my chin
and lifted my face up.  He smiled and asked if I was okay.  I replied by
licking his penis and moving down onto his testicles. Suddenly Ian's face
appeared beside mine, and he pulled my head back whispering, "Only the nose
first. Smell that huge cock. Get into those pubes. Smell between his legs."

Grant stepped backward and sat down in the comfy chair, draping one leg over
the side of the chair. In his deep rich voice, he called me over. "Ryan,
this will be easier for you. Sniff and smell anywhere you want. That's what
tonight is for".

Ian came over with a pillow for my knees. "You'll be down here for awhile,
so take advantage of the pillow."

I crawled in between his thick legs and decided to zero in on the area below
his bag. No wonder they use this guy as the main model, I thought. I can't
believe how amazing this smells. Do I smell like this? Why wouldn't any
chick want to be doing this? It's hot.  For about 10 more minutes I just
sniffed his bag, his bush, and even moved his dick around sniffing every
inch of that.

Every once in awhile, I looked up and he just sat there with this huge
Cheshire cat grin.  I found myself becoming quite comfortable and
intoxicated feeling and smelling the light hairs of his pubes brushing
against my face.

Ian's face appeared beside mine again, resting on Grant's thigh. "So, its
not  all bad, is it" he asked.  I propped myself up, turned around and
leaned back against Grant's leg.

"You know, I never really thought about having sex with another guy. I mean,
it was cool watching you jerk off at the camp, but after that month, I felt
liberalized. Do you know what I mean; like it didn't matter if I was close
to a guy's naked body or not.  And this is just a really cool way of finding
out what it's like being with another guy. And Grant, I can't believe you're
not hard as a rock. I'm ready to burst through my jeans here".

"Ryan, it feels great! It's like a gentle massage, and believe me, I'm
thinking of lots of things to keep me from fucking your face right now" he
blurted out.

I looked up in surprise. "Sorry man. You wouldn't believe how horny this
makes me".

"Okay Ryan, now that you're used to the smell and the size of his penis,
let's get cracking on making it good and hard. We're going to start with
that fat head of his."  Grant got up and asked us to move to the bed. I
watched his every step, looking at that huge cock swinging back and forth.
Suddenly I couldn't wait to suck on it.  Grant leaned back on his elbows so
he could watch what was going on.

"So first, we want to get it all slicked up like this".  He bent over
Grant's dick and took the whole cock in his mouth making it all wet and
shiny, then handed it over to me.  I grabbed the hairy base and engulfed the
whole cock. It was incredible and I just kept it there making sounds like I
was eating the best chocolate cheesecake in the world.  "Hey Mikey, he likes
it. He really likes it" quipped Grant mimicking the cereal commercial. The
three of us started to laugh when Grant lifted my head off his dick.

"Okay man, you have to start working the head. It feels fantastic, and
actually, if you play only with the head, you'll have a load in your mouth
faster than you can say `cocksucker'.  And now sir, you're going to have to
strip. The best way to show you how it feels is for me to do the same thing
to you as you're going to do to him".  I told him I was almost ready to
cream, but he said not to worry, that I'd be up and ready for more in a few
minutes.  I stood up and stripped off my pants and shorts, revealing a
monster hard-on just oozing with pre-cum. Then I crawled back on the bed,
in between Grant's legs, while Ian made himself comfortable between mine.

From this point on, we played mirror. He started to circle his tongue around
my slit, and I did the same to Grant. He licked and flicked the tip, while I
did the same, but on the first suck of my cock, I engulfed as much of
Grant's dick as I could and started to cum in Ian's mouth. I couldn't help
it, but I couldn't hold it back any more.  I looked down and saw Ian licking
his lips, then suddenly burst out laughing.  "Well that was one hellofa
surprise".

"Sorry man" I said, "I just couldn't help it".

"No problem, just wait till you get to taste Grant's semen. You'll love it".

I was becoming overwhelmed with this huge cock that had grown hard in my
mouth.  I had slicked it up with my saliva, and was starting to get the hang
of it all.  If I moved my lips down his shaft, Ian would do the same to me
so I knew exactly what Grant was feeling. After about 15 minutes, I decided
to explore his balls and started kissing and sucking them into my mouth.
When Ian did the same to me, I almost came for the 2nd time, but pulled off
for a minute. By this time, Grant was so hard and the expression on his face
was changing.  I took hold of his cock and started licking just the piss
slit, taking up some of the precum that had gathered there. It tasted just
like mine -- finally -- a familiar taste.   Just then, Ian grabbed my arm and
pulled me away.

"Grant, how do you want to finish up? Like we are, or standing up or what?"

He responded by asking me if I would mind if he fucked my face he was so
horny and was tired of just lying back. I told him I was really horny too,
so we agreed to my first face fuck.

He got up off the bed and stood up spreading his legs a little. His cock was
just huge, and he was all sweaty.  As I slid off the bed, he took my head
and lined my mouth up with his cock. "Okay Ryan, this probably won't take
long.

Just keep sucking and I'm going to ram this cock of mine in and out of your
mouth. Let it slide down the back of your tongue and when you swallow deep,
breathe in through your mouth. That way you won't choke. Just try it once"

He eagerly let his cock slide into my mouth and down my throat and kept it
there. It seemed to be fine and when I breathed in it was great. I didn't
have a problem at all.  "I think this guy's a natural" Grant laughed. Okay,
let's take it away.

He started to thrust first nice and slow, and then faster and faster. I kept
looking up at him, still not believing I was sucking on cock with my closest
friend watching. His bag was bouncing around, sometimes slapping my chin but
I loved it.  I was determined to swallow his semen no matter how it tasted
and wanted to make him feel good.

Grant grabbed the back of my head and pulled me hard into his crotch so my
nose was buried in his bush. It smelled different now, but man it was sexy.
He held on to the sides of my head and started to drive it on home.  I took
every inch, and just as I got into his rhythm, Ian started sucking on my
cock again.  He kept up the same rhythm and then I heard the words, "here it
comes" and my mouth was filled with cum. I engulfed more of his penis, and
more semen shot down my throat, then my mouth. I grabbed his ass and pulled
him hard into my face and held him there.  His body kept jerking small jets
of cum and I found I really liked the entire scene.  At that moment,
oblivious to the fact that Ian had his mouth around my dick, I started to
cum again, but this time got to watch the expert swallow my dick and my
semen.

Grant fell back on the bed, I fell on top of him and continued to lick his
soft penis and balls not wanting them out of my sight.

"Fuck man, you are one fast learner.  That was incredible. You can suck on
this thing anytime".  At the end, I hadn't really even paid attention to the
fact that I received two blow-jobs that night as I had been concentrating on
pleasing Grant.

I lay back on the bed alongside Grant and Ian, thinking I had just lived
through a fantasy.

"Anyone else up for a beer", Grant asked.  We all got up off the bed, still
in a daze and walked downstairs. He had his red t-shirt on, I had on my blue
fleece jacket, and Ian was completely dressed.  As we passed a few guys in
the lounge, we started to get cheers of celebration.  I was exhausted, but
would have gone through it again in a second.  When he opened the fridge to
grab a beer, he grabbed me by the head and pushed me back on my knees. "Just
a few seconds more man -- you are so good". He slipped his soft cock back in
my mouth as he swiveled his hips pushing my face into his hair.  With his
cock still in my mouth, he opened his beer and poured a little on his penis
so some went in my mouth.  "It looks good in your mouth man. You know what
to do with it man -- just wait until the end of the week".

I stood up, grabbed a beer, and the three of us cheered  - "To great
Cocksucking".  Everyone in the room joined in the cheer.

At that point, I wouldn't have traded places with anyone. We finished our
beers and I knew I had to go to sleep. The three of us went upstairs, where
Grant had to get his clothes out of my room.  When he bent over to get his
underwear, I couldn't help notice that huge dick of his hanging down between
his legs with his big hairy balls as backup.  I reached in through his legs
and started pulling his cock. In seconds he was at full erection when he
turned around. "Hey Ryan, one big rule of this house that you always finish
what you start".   He threw me back on the bed and straddled my face. "This
is lesson number two; a face fuck from above.

He dragged his balls up and started dropping them on different parts of my
face. He started talking dirty. "Hey you like my big fat cock don't you?
Smells good doesn't it? You want that big hairy dick back in your mouth?
Come on, tell me you want it." That now familiar cock was draped across my
lips and nose ready for a good sucking.

" Okay, okay. I love the taste, the smell of your big hairy cock. Let me
suck it again!"

I opened up, and he shoved it in.  I reached around and hung on to his
strong thighs as they thrust his penis into my mouth.   Ian just lay beside
us watching the action. "Hey Ian. Does this look familiar"? Grant asked.

"Don't worry, I'll get my share once the kid's gone".

"The kid. The kid?" I tried to say with my mouth full....

"Shuddup and eat me you great little cocksucker".  He thrust hard and fast
and in a couple of minutes shot more of his semen into me, then collapsed
with his pubes in my nose; his now softening penis in my mouth. I was in
heaven. I felt like a man.  The three of us fell asleep and woke up the next
morning -- extremely content.

The three of us got up and got dressed for another day of skiing.

Ian asked me if I thought I'd be up for lesson 2 and 3 tonight. I pulled a
couple of Grant's pubes from my mouth and said, "If it's with you and Grant
again -- you're on!"

"Well, Grant was keeping tonight open just in case, but if everything goes
okay tonight, tomorrow, it'll be just you and me."

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