Date: Wed, 31 May 2006 22:22:57 -0600
From: silverwhite444@hotmail.com
Subject: Peter

My feelings that I might be gay (as I was growing up it was fag or
worse) started when I was in grade 7 (around 13 years old). I was
working in a drug store and used to steal sunbathing magazines to
look at the naked women and men. I was alternatively turned on
(didn't know what that meant) by both sexes but had no idea what that
meant. I was in my basement where I hid my stash and found that my
little cock was getting sore. When I took it out to look, it was a
firm 3" (scary huh?) and as I touched it, I felt a major burning like
liquid fire as I stifled a cry and a clear liquid spilled onto my
hand. It was my first cum and scared the shit out of me. I threw out
the magazines, quit my job so I wouldn't be tempted again, and didn't
touch myself again for a couple of years.

Fast-forward to the late 1950's when I was at an all boys' camp for 6
weeks every summer for almost 3 years. On particularly hot days - and
there were many in northern Ontario - we were told to stay in our
cabins until the heat of the day had passed. I had become very good
friends with another fella (Peter) my age and we hung around together
all the time. On one of our explorations, we found an old abandoned
cabin that had been used by the camp owner years ago but was now
abandoned. He and I decided that this would be our place to come
whenever we wanted to hide from activities we didn't like. On this
one blistering hot day, we snuck out of our cabin and ran through the
woods to `our place'.

There still two steel cots in the room but not much else. Each had a
rolled up mattress on it and we proceeded to unroll them. As soon as
this was done, we stripped off to escape the heat and I started to
doze. Peter was making some funny noises that kept me from sleeping
and I opened my eyes and turned my head to see what was going on. I
was astounded to see his stiff 5" cock in his hand whilst he stroked
it slowly using his sweat as a lube.

I sat up and watched him mesmerized. As he started to wank off faster
I shouted in alarm that he should stop or he might break something!
He hand stopped and he began to laugh. "What the shit, are you on
about?"

I told him about my escapades a few years earlier and the resultant
fear. He laughed again and reassured me that he had been doing this
for almost 5 years and hadn't lost anything yet. Somewhat hearten, I
was getting hard again myself. As we watched each other slowly stroke
ourselves, we both watch the other and the feeling was amazing. What
had I been missing all these years?

Given how long it had been and watching Peter watch me, I quickly
came fairly strongly and covered my still small and somewhat
effeminate hand with cum. Embarrassed to have finished so early, I
wiped my hand on the mattress and turned to Peter. He was watching me
again and then spoke softly "Hey, come over here"

Without hesitation I climbed onto the bed beside him and. Letting him
take my hand, I placed it on his thin shaft and felt the throbbing of
the velvet covered veins as his blood course though it.



I quickly became erect again and Peter reached over and we proceeded
to wank each other. In minutes, I was erect and we exploded together.
Peter grinned and so did I as a new level in our friendship was
established.

We met in that cabin regularly but never went beyond that level until
the last week of camp. It was pouring rain that day and all the
campers, save us, were in the mess hall playing games to while away
the afternoon. Pete and I hid out in the cabin until it was clear and
then dashed to our secret place. By the time we got there we were
soaked to the skin so we immediately stripped and crawled onto his
cot to hug and keep warm. As our bodies became warmer, our cocks
started to grow. Pete looked deep into my eyes and asked if I trusted
him. I quickly assured him that I did. He stood and led me over to my
cot where the mattress was still rolled up as one end. Pete
instructed me to lie over the warm mattress with my bum facing the
bottom of the bed.

I had no idea what was going to happen since I had never experienced
anything other than masturbate together and one another. I heard
rather than saw Pete licking his fingers and then I felt the pressure
against my ass hole. I was scared but Pete reassured me that if I
relaxed I would enjoy myself. He also told me to bear down like I was
in the outhouse taking a dump so, with a little breath. I did as he
asked. Suddenly I felt the weirdest feeling; my ass was gripping
Pete's fingers and it felt pretty good!

His fingers continued for several minutes and then he pulled them out
- I am sure to this day but I am sure that he had buggered me with
two fingers right from the start. I groaned with the feeling of
emptiness until I could feel something softer (well hard with a soft
cover) nudging my ass. I felt his small hands on my hips as he pulled
me towards him and as I once again remembered his instructions, I
pressed back. His cock slipped easily past my outer and inner ring (I
didn't know the anatomy of it all then but I knew what felt just
fine).

As his 5"'s slipped smoothly inside me, I felt a fullness I only felt
when I shitting so I finally knew what he meant. I started to roll my
hips and to thereby ride his cock while my own (only about 4 ") was
rubbing against the rough ticking of the mattress. Pete continued his
assault as I started to call out his name! I felt amazing and
couldn't wait for him to cum inside me like I had seen cover my hand.
I cry out to finish - I needed to feel it inside me. (Those days,
STD's were never discussed or heard of, at least not in our world).

In minutes he coated my ass walls with what must have been a major
load since I felt his repeated thrusts and spasms with each shot! My
own explosion covered my stomach and the mattress beneath me as Pete
fell forward over my back and bit down hard on my neck.

Later, that bite and the welt it left raised concerns from our cabin
counsellor who sent me to the camp director to be treated for a
spider bite. At the same time, our secret hiding place mysteriously
burned down two nights later and we always suspected that a fellow
camper had followed us that last wonderful day and torched the
building sop we couldn't sneak in there again. Within days, the camp
was closed down and Pete and I went our separate ways.

I never saw or heard from Peter again, but years later I remembered
and masturbated to the memory of my first lover and teacher.