Date: 17 Sep 1998 14:10:46 -0700
From: poondu@members.gayweb.com
Subject: Nude Camper

Nude Camper
--Thole <poondu@members.gayweb.com>

Finally found my way into this obscure club/camp just before sunset
yesterday. I'd called ahead and they gave me vague directions and the
combination to the gate. Thick pine woods hide the fence and street
in this fringe farm community. The manager guided me to a grassy open
site surrounded on two sides by other trailers and coaches and trees.
After I had leveled my camper Lyle came over from across the way
followed by two young boys. Lyle was shaved like me and of course the
two boys had no need of shaving. They all helped me get the van
connected to shore power and water while the boys chatted on about
the great weather for their last weekend before school started. I
wondered what static they would have to put up with when they
showered at school and some other kid noticed their lack of tan
line...

When I asked about showers and laundry, the older boy, about seven or
eight, grabbed my hand as Lyle started to explain and shouted that he
would show me around. After his impromptu tour we sat at my table and
had ice cream. He dribbled some down his chest and belly and then
dropped a spoonful into his crotch. "I'll get that," I said and leant
over to lick him clean. Yum! "You are a very tasty, Jason."

This camp is quite a place; sort of like that lake camp (that didn't
have one) in size and accessories, big pool but smaller hot tub, more
people, fewer trails to hike on... Lots of kids tho not all of them
nude. It is interesting seeing the nude and the clothed playing
together. The nude ones, most of the ones in the age of seven to ten,
like that other boy I knew once, all pull on their foreskins like he
did. Interesting to see that the several boys without foreskins,
clearly in the minority, did not touch themselves.

Yesterday afternoon I took out the tent and set it up just for the
hell of it. I don't remember if it has been out of its bag since it
was packed after the last camp when it rained and it was wet then so
I thought I'd see if it had mildewed. It hasn't. After it was up I
thought I might sleep in it--just for the hell of it. Right about
then Jason ran over. "Are you gonna camp out in your tent?"
Before I could answer that one: "Can I sleep out in your tent? "

I sent him back to check with his dad. They have a small camper;
getting rid of one kid for one night would be a small respite from
their crowding. He came back a few minutes later with a blanket and a
bear and a hardon. Its really neat how these kids can have an
erection and not give it a second thought. I guess that's what
innocence is.

We had a fun afternoon biking and walking around. I showed him how to
play cat's cradle and in the evening there was a block party feed.

The air had cooled by dark, the grass was wet with dew and the floor
of the tent was cold when this kid rolled up in his blanket and
pillowed his head on the edge of my sleeping bag. He woke me with his
shivering and went out to pee where he tripped over a tent line and
fell into the wet grass. That caused quite a squeek from him but he
came back when he could just as well gone across to his own camper.
Brave lad.

He asked if it was warm in my bag and, like earlier, before I could
answer, followed on quickly with his real question: Could he get in
with me? "Can I sleep with you?" he begged.

I told him to dry off with his blanket and then helped him slip in
front of me. My growing excitement between his thighs, I wrapped my
arms around his waist and found his hands had beat me to my target. I
asked him the question I'd wanted to ask that other boy: "Does it make
your penis feel good when you play with it like that?" "Yes," he said,
his voice a low husky whisper. I whispered back: "It feels even better
when you have a friend play with it for you." "Will you be my friend,
he asked?"

When I woke in the morning the sun was streaming in, warming us in the
sleeping bag. His nates were glued to my belly, stuck there with the
copious fluids of the night, and his morning hardness was still
within my fist with his hand over all.

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