Date: Wed, 30 Mar 2005 09:27:47 -0800
From: Sec Ad <secad17@hotmail.com>
Subject: One Night With Scott--Gay Male--Camping/HighSchool

Disclaimer:  This story is about an erotic encounter between two males.  If
you are offended by this please don't read further.  But why else are you
here?


Brian and Scott's Encounter

Hi, I'm Brian.  This is the completely true story of my encounter with my
friend Scott when we were freshmen in high school.
I was 5'9", 140lbs... brown hair, blue eyes.  I had went through puberty
early... I noticed my first pubic hairs when I was in the fifth grade.
By the time I was a freshman, I had a nice neat pile of bush, hairy pits and
a treasure trail from my stomach all the way down.  By then,
my ass and legs were also thick with hair.  I knew I liked guys.  I
pretended to like girls, but I always wanted to be with another boy.

Scott was 5'7", 125lbs.  He had blonde hair and blue eyes.  He was a bit of
a geek... coke-bottle type glasses, crooked teeth and always
a little sloppy.  But he had one helluva body... and he was a nice guy.

We didn't know each other until the summer of our freshman year.  We had
gone to different middle schools that fed into one larger high
school.  We were both distance runners and were planning on running cross
country.  That is where we first met... summer conditioning
for cross country.  We didn't hit it off right away.  We kept to our own
groups with the friends we had known.  Our class schedules did not
mesh so we didn't see each other during school.  I guess we really didn't
hit it off until track season started.  That is when we ended up with
lockers right next to one another.  That was when I first "noticed" Scott.

I would often strike up conversation with Scott just so I could glance at
him.  He was not a body builder by any means, but he had a great body.
His chest and abs were perfect in my eyes.  He had a nice bulge in his
tidy-whiteys and he had a perfectly shaped butt.  I never got to see what
was under his undies in the locker room.  Scott never showered there... he
always said he did it as soon as he got home because he had to ride
his bike and it was stupid to clean up just to sweat on the way home...
later he confessed that he was always afraid of popping wood.

Being a distance runner, we would often have morning practices.  On one of
these mornings, I was the only freshman that showed up to run.  After
going through my workout, I was cleaning up in the locker room (Freshman had
a separate one from Varsity and JV teams).  As I was getting undressed,
Scott popped in and sat down.  He had overslept that morning and had missed
practice.  As I continued undressing, he continued to tell me about his
morning... I felt odd though... It was like he was watching every move I
made.

After getting naked, I went to the shower.  Scott followed me and continued
our conversation.  Me from under the shower head, Scott from the towel
area I caught him staring at me more than once that morning.  After
showering, we ate breakfast together in the locker room and then headed to
class.
I never gave it another thought.  For the rest of the track season, we often
caught each other "casually glancing" at one another.  During this time we
also
became good friends.  It wasn't going to last though.

During the last week of school, Scott told me that he was moving to South
Carolina at the end of June.  I was bummed.  On the last day of school, I
was
pretty sad about losing my friend.  I wanted to have one last get together
so I asked him to go with me and my family on a weekend camping trip.  Scott
readily accepted.

Later that day, He got permission from his mom, packed a bag and came over
to my house.  We loaded up the family truck and camper and headed off to
the campground.  Once there, we helped set up camp.  My dad, mom and brother
would sleep in the camper.  Me and Scott would sack out in a tent.
Once the tent was set up and we were moved in, we decided to check out the
pool.  We changed into our swim suits in the tent.  I caught a glimpse of
Scott
who had been looking at me and I noticed he was sporting wood.  His comment
to me "Aww man, I am falling out of my pants."  After seeing that, I heart
was
racing, my mouth was dry and I had to adjust to keep myself from falling out
of my pants.

After swimming, dinner and family time by the campfire, we retreated to the
tent.  We took off our clothes, and crawled into our sleeping bags wearing
only
our underwear.  We chatted for a little while before quieting down for the
night.

I lie there in the dark with my mind racing.  I could not sleep.  I wanted
to touch Scott.  I wanted to see him naked again.  I wanted to feel that
handsome
cock that had fallen out of his shorts earlier.

After what seemed like an eternity, I whispered, "Scott, Are you awake?"
I didn't get an answer.
"Scott, are you awake?"  Still nothing.
I then nudged into him and he still didn't stir, so I decided to throw in
all of the chips.

I reached over and ran a finger down his chest.  It was soft and smooth.  I
was getting hard.  I left my hand on his stomach for a while.  It was warm
and
felt great against my hand.  Next, I leaned in and kissed him on the lips.
Mmmm, good breath.  Finally, I did the ultimate friendship breaker.  I
slowly slid
my hand down his stomach, under the waist band of his briefs.  I stopped
when I felt pubes.  I let my hand rest for a while.  Scott still didn't
stir.  Next, I ran
my index finger down the shaft of his cock.  I didn't realize it at the
time, but he was already hard.  Next, I slowly and gently wrapped my hand
around the
shaft and just held Scott's rock hard penis.  It was electrifying!!!

I eased myself onto my back, still holding onto Scott's cock and holding my
breath.  After a few seconds, I slowly exhaled and released his cock.  I
then
ran my hand across his chest again and then down his arm.  I took his hand
and held it for a couple of minutes.  Next, I took his hand and slid it into
my
underwear and let it cup my now rock hard cock.  I was in heaven.  It felt
incredible.  Then Scott moved.

I decided to lie compeletely still.  I was holding my breath again.  What
was he going to do?  Was he going to hit me? Would he tell my folks?  I went
from
sheer exstacy to panic in seconds.

But panic turned to shock as Scott wrapped his hand around my shaft and
whispered "Does this feel better?"

I whispered "Yeah."  Then with my hands, I slid my underwear off to give
Scott free access.  We then turned to face each other in the darkness.
Scott never let go
of my cock.  I then slid his shorts down and reached for his cock.

As we lie there holding each other for the first time we whispered.  He told
me that he had wanted me ever since the morning we were alone in the locker
room together.
He said it was all he could do to keep from joining me in the shower that
morning.

I asked him "How long were you awake?"
He replied, "Probably about the time you went into my shorts?"
I asked "Were you awake when I kissed you?"
He said "No, but now that I'm awake you can kiss me again"

At that, I leaned in and kissed him on the lips again.  As our lips met, he
forced his tongue into my mouth.  It was the first time I had been frenched!
We kissed and touched each other for ever.

He then asked me if I had ever shot a load.  I told him that I had lots of
time with masturbating.  He told me that he hadn't, yet.  At that, we both
sat back,
reached for the other's cock and started stroking.  It didn't take me long
before I was blowing a load in Scott's hand... after all, I was 14 and full
of it.

Scott proved to be a harder case.  After I was done, I had him lie on his
back.  I then started kissing him from head to toe.  I purposefully avoided
Scott's dick.
After kissing my way down to his feet, I kissed my way back up his legs.
When I got to his dick, I engulfed it.  I was now sucking my friend's
cock... It was
also my first cock.

I bobbed on it for quite awhile before Scott squeaked.  He whispered
"Something's happening!"

I pulled off as Scott shot his first load hitting me in the chin.  I stroked
him as he climaxed and when he was done, he relaxed and collapsed onto his
bag.
He told me that it was amazing and it felt wonderful.  He said he was glad
that I did it to him, too.  He would remember it until he died.

When Scott came down off of his "high,"  we cleaned up.  We decided that we
wanted to sleep naked and together, so we ended up zipping our bags together
and climbed in.  We held each other and kissed until we both drifted off to
sleep.

The next morning, I woke up face to face with my sleeping friend. I just
stared at him and ran my fingers through his hair.  When he woke up and
looked at me, I
whispered "good morning handsome."  We pressed our hard bodies together and
kissed again and again.  After a short while, I heard my dad calling to
us... "Boys,
time to get up."  We were briefly rattled until we realized that there was
no way he saw or heard us.  We groped and kissed each other while we got
dressed and we
had one final long, wet, hot kiss before exiting the tent.

We ended up taking Scott home later that day.  His parents were moving up
the move and he was going to go stay with his grandparents until things were
finalized.

After that night, I talked to Scott on the phone a couple of times and we
exchanged a few letters.  I never did see him again.  He was my first man to
man experience.
To this day, I have a soft spot for the geeky type of guy and I think it is
all because of Scott.  I often wonder what happened to him... Is he gay?, Is
he straight?  Does
he remember me as fondly and vividly as I remember him?