Date: Fri, 19 Feb 2010 17:51:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Hairy Guy <gayandhrny@yahoo.com>
Subject: Camp Youngwood parts 10 and 11

Camp Youngwood, part 10: Together, Alone

(young-friends, masturbation)

Greetings!  Thanks to those of you who have taken an active interest in
this story and who have written to express it.  Here are the next two
installments in the story.

Knowing that there are people out there getting enjoyment makes it easier
for me to write more!

If you've read and enjoyed this story, feel free to write me at
gayandhrny@yahoo.com.

As usual, don't read if you shouldn't or don't want to.  No actual boys
were harmed in the writing of this story.

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Jason sat in his car for a moment, the only sound the ticking of his car's
cooling engine.  He smiled to himself as he thought back to the intensely
erotic time he had just spent with his best friend.  The taste of Ryan's
semen lingered on his tongue, overwhelming even the spicy pizza they had
eaten.  Sighing, Jason got out his car and began to make his way back to
the cabin--his night off had worn him out, and he needed to sleep.

Walking along the trail, he couldn't stop thinking of the tight warmness of
Ryan's ass, and he felt the head of his cock rub against the front of his
boxers as he chubbed up.  Reaching down to make himself more comfortable,
Jason decided that he would have to rub one out when he got to his room.

Walking into the village, Jason was blinded by a flashlight.  "Knock it
off--it's just me."

"Sorry, dude, just wanted to be sure who it was," replied Ronny, one of the
counselors supervising the village.  "You're the last one back."

"Am I?  I'm not late, though, so whatever.  My guys give you any problems?"

"Nah.  They were a little loud earlier, but settled down pretty quickly.
Sounded like they were talkin' about girls and stuff.  You in for the
night?"

"Yeah, you can go to bed."

"Thanks dude.  See you on the flipside."

With that exchange, Jason headed for his cabin.  Approaching his cabin
door, Jason thought back to the night before.  Picturing Will and Ben
stroking their young cocks caused his own to surge upward again, and he
knew he'd have to cum again before he'd be able to fall asleep.

Entering the cabin quietly, Jason noted the cabin was silent.  The boys all
seemed to be sleeping soundly.  Slipping into his room, Jason began to
undress, kicking off his flip flops and pulling his shirt over his head.
Not bothering to turn on the light, he slid his shorts and underwear off in
one pull, freeing his turgid penis.  Feeling his nipples stiffen in the
cool night air, Jason reached down with his left hand and gently squeezed
his sensitive glans.  Already, some slippery precum was oozing from the
tip.  Spreading it around with his thumb, Jason made his way over to his
bed and pulled back the covers.  Slipping his naked body between the cool
sheets, he wrapped his hand around his dick and began to stroke, working to
have a quick orgasm so he could get to sleep.  With his campers fast
asleep, he let out a few quiet moans as his brain shifting amongst various
memories'85..his first time with Ryan'85'85.fucking Ryan's tight
ass'85..the gasping sounds his campers made'85all of which brought him
quickly to the desired goal.  His rigid cock twitched in his hand, and the
semen began to emerge from his flaring piss slit.  After the intense load
he shot earlier, this one wasn't nearly as copious, but it oozed over his
fingers, slicking his cockhead which extended the orgasm, causing him to
gasp with pleasure.  His heart rate slowing, Jason brought his cum coated
fingers to his lips and began to clean them off.  His horniness quelled
momentarily, Jason rolled over and began to snore lightly.

In the main part of the cabin, however, not everyone was as asleep as it
had seemed when Jason entered the cabin.  The earlier discussion had, in
fact, centered on "girls and stuff," as Ronny had put it.  It was the
"stuff" part that had Dan still awake.  Despite having come three times in
the past 24 hours, his dick was still hard from the horny and frank
discussion he'd had with his cabin mates earlier.  While some of the
conversation had focused on likely exaggerated claims of some boys'
experiences with the opposite sex, it had been the brief discussion of
their experiences with themselves that had aroused Dan so much.

He had been surprised to learn that Anthony, the super straight jock whose
t-shirt had been used to clean up earlier, had tasted his own cum.  Equally
as surprising was Ben's admission that he wished he could better control
his orgasms, but couldn't bring himself to stop when the sensations began
to build.  Dan had stayed mainly quiet during the conversation, only
admitting that he had jerked off before.  He certainly wasn't going to talk
about his only real sexual experience--which had taken place earlier that
day.

Mindful of what he had seen and heard the night before, Dan wanted to make
sure everyone was fast asleep before dealing with his throbbing boner.
Like the night before, however, he slowly ground his hips into the bed
while waiting for the others to drift off, maintaining his arousal without
going too far.  He had just become convinced the others were asleep when
Jason returned to the cabin, further delaying his relief.

When he was fairly certain Jason wasn't coming back into the cabin, Dan
rolled over in his bunk, doing his best to not disturb the sleeping boy on
the bed above him.  Flipping his penis out of the fly of his boxers, Dan
gasped lightly as he wrapped his fingers around the engorged shaft.
Starting to stroke lightly, Dan became aware of the sounds Jason was making
in the room next door.  Straining his ears, the sounds of Jason's
masturbation further aroused him.  Dan tightened his grip on his own cock
as he increased the pace of his stroking, shaking the bed ever so slightly.
His fingers sliding up and down his shaft, Dan paused momentarily to
squeeze the head.  He tried to picture Jason in the room next door, and ran
a quick fantasy of slipping into Jason's bed and taking over for him.  When
he heard Jason gasp "oh Ryan'85I love your ass" quietly, Dan couldn't
believe his ears'85'85was his counselor gay?  This thought added more fuel
to his arousal, and his hand became a blur on his erection.  Past the point
of caring who might hear, Dan felt the sensations in his loins rapidly
building.  Holding his breath, he began to cum, his jizz squirting against
the fabric of the sleeping bag which still covered him.  He could hear it
hitting the fabric of the bag, and felt his hand and shaft get soaked as
the semen splashed back onto him.  His whole body was rigid, his back
arched, his toes pointed, as each ejaculation built on the one before,
until he was finally drained.

Sighing, Dan melted into the mattress beneath him.  Still cupping his
softening penis, Dan brought his hand up to his lips.  He'd only eaten his
own cum once before, and it had kind of grossed him out.  After Anthony's
admission, though, he felt like he should try it again.  Sticking out his
tongue, he licked the curve of his hand between his thumb and pointer
finger, where quite a bit of his cum had gathered.  The tangy liquid had
cooled a bit, but Dan was intrigued by the spicy flavor.  Deciding it
wasn't so bad after all, he proceeded to lick up all the cum that had
coated his fingers.

Their not quite circle jerk over, Dan and Jason fell asleep, neither
knowing that cum had replaced toothpaste on both of their tongues that
night.


Camp Youngwood, Part 11: Night Visitor

Ben's eyes flew open as he awoke with a start.  There seemed to be some
quick movement in the cabin, then silence.  Momentarily disoriented, he
wondered what had awakened him.  His eyes adjusting to the dark of the
night, he glanced at his watch on the shelf next to him.  2:15 a.m.  Why
the hell was he awake?

Becoming a little more alert, he became aware that something was amiss: his
boxerbriefs were pulled down, and his penis, while not fully erect, was
also not soft, and felt a little wet.  Had he had a wet dream?

"That doesn't make any sense," he thought.  Ben had never had a wet
dream--he had started masturbating right around the time puberty had
bestowed reproductive ability on him, and he'd never gone long enough
between sessions to have a wet dream.  And why would his underwear be
pulled down?  It didn't make any sense.

Confused, Ben pulled up his underwear and rolled over, trying to fall back
asleep.  "I must have had a wet dream," he concluded. "Weird."

Across the room, William held his breath and said a silent prayer that Ben
would realize what he had been doing.  William's penis, which had been
sooooo hard moments before, had shriveled in fear.  Laying silently in his
bed, he thought back over the past 30 minutes.

Will had been struggling to fall asleep.  After blowing Dan that afternoon,
and the discussion in the cabin that night, he was more confused than ever
about his sexual identity.  He had never really given it any thought
before, just going with the flow of whatever he found arousing--which had
been mostly girls.  As he did at home when he couldn't sleep, he took deep
breaths and tried to clear his mind.  This usually worked well, and sleep
would come quickly.  Not this night, however.  He couldn't get the
sensation of putting his mouth on Dan's prick out his mind, and the taste
of Dan's cum seemed to be singed into his taste buds.

All this meant that while part of him was worried about being a fag,
another important part of him seemed to be demanding his attention.  He had
planned to wait until he was sure everyone was asleep, and then to take
care of himself so he could fall asleep.

The sound of Dan's obvious round of solo sex, however, delayed Will's
satisfaction further.  He almost couldn't believe Dan was jacking off again
after the two times he'd cum that afternoon--Dan must be really horny, he
thought.  Listening to Dan climax had nearly sent Will over the top without
even touching himself, but he managed to not cum right into his
boxershorts.  Of course, he now had to wait until he could be sure Dan was
asleep before rubbing his own load out.

As he lay there, his mind wandered again to the encounters of the last two
days.  He thought back not only to his afternoon encounter with Dan, but
also to the previous night with Ben.  Will began to wonder what Ben's dick
would feel like in his mouth.  As his horniness grew to new levels, Will
began to contemplate something previously unthinkable--getting out of is
bed and feeling Ben in his sleep.  He knew Ben was out like a light--he'd
been snoring quietly for almost an hour.

"What if'85.?  He'd never know'85.."  Driven by these thoughts, Will
quietly slipped out of bed.  His woody pointing the way, he made his way
silently to the side of Ben's bed and knelt down beside it.  It was a hot
night, and Ben had fallen asleep on top of his covers.  Hand shaking, Will
slowly reached out and pressed his fingertips lightly against Ben's groin.

Ben's penis was soft to the touch beneath the thin cotton.  Hardly daring
to breathe, listening for any sign of Ben waking up, Will lifted the
waistband of Ben's underwear and gently pulled it beneath his tight
ballsack.  Ben's penis lay dormant atop his scrotum.  Leaning up, Will
gently took Ben's dick between his fingertips, and gave it a light squeeze.

Ben continued to snore as Will lightly fondled his penis, unaware that he
was being fondled--mostly.  His dick began to stiffen slightly in Will's
grasp, thickening and lengthening.  Will's own boner was almost painful at
this point, and Will's mind became hazy with his intense arousal.

No longer thinking with the head on his neck, Will knew he had to taste
Ben's cock.  One quick taste, Will thought, and I'll go back to my bunk.
Continuing to monitor for any sign of awakening, Will leaned forward and
lightly licked the head of Ben's prick.  No response from Ben forthcoming,
Will twirled his tongue around the tip, and slid the head into his mouth
until he felt it press against the back of his throat.  Glancing up at
Ben's face, he could just make out that his eyes were still shut, and his
ears could hear Ben's steady breathing.

One quick taste, however, quickly became two, then three, and then Will was
blowing Ben in his sleep with reckless abandon.  His head pistoning, Will's
entire focus was on the delicious morsel of cock in his mouth.  He loved
the smooth firmness of it, the slightly salty taste of Ben's shaft.  He
began to taste the precum which began to seep from the piss slit, and
suddenly his mouth was flooded with jets of Ben's semen hitting the top of
his mouth.

Despite his focus, Will was suddenly acutely aware of the risk he was
taking--could Ben possibly sleep through an orgasm?  Jumping up, Will
scurried as quietly back to his own bunk as quickly as he could.  Without
thinking about it, he swallowed Ben's juices.  His dick was suddenly limp
as he heard Ben move around his bed, and prayed Ben had been asleep the
whole time.

The tang of Ben's cum still in his mouth, Will tried his best to fall
asleep. He hoped he'd be able to face Ben in the morning.