Date: Wed, 16 Dec 2015 14:49:45 +0000
From: Captain Sargasso <captsargasso@gmail.com>
Subject: Camping with Paul

Camping with Paul by Capt Sargasso

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story without permission from the author. Story copyright 2015 Captain
Sargasso.

mm, Camping, High School

Please enjoy this story responsibly, adhering to the laws and customs of
wherever you are from. I do not condone the actions in this or any of my
stories, they are purely fantasy. Please enjoy sex legally and safely with
a consenting partner.

I welcome comments and feedback at captsargasso@gmail.com. I am happy to
engage with fans and critics alike to discuss improvements, future stories
and your own fantasy ideas.

~


My friend Johnny's dad was the leader of the local scout troupe, which my
friends and I had enjoyed being members of. Occasionally when we were a
little older we would borrow one of the tents and head out into the woods
with a few beers, getting back to the great outdoors. It was on one of
these trips, aged 17, that I experienced my first real gay sexual
encounter. My limited experiences up to this point had been some tentative
groping of a couple of select friends whilst they were asleep and I was
about to try again...

As I rolled over in the tent my sleeping bag brushed up against Paul's and
my arm accidentally came to rest on his midriff. `Whoa that's not my arm'
he called out, but luckily the others in the tent were asleep or too drunk
to care. I waited a few minutes until I thought everyone was asleep, but
just as I was about to proceed Paul's body shifted slightly and I felt a
familiar hardness pressing against my arm. My pulse was racing with a
combination of fear and excitement and I felt my own 17 year old cock
spring to attention in my boxers.

Slowly I moved a tentative hand down towards Paul's dick. Gently I traced
the outline and was surprised at how easily his cock and balls were defined
through the thick material of the sleeping bag. After a short while of
exploring I felt Paul's arm slowly move up the sleeping bag and to my
horror he grabbed my hand. Not knowing what to expect I froze in
anticipation as he removed my hand from its position above his cock and
pulled it down inside his sleeping bag.

I instantly felt the heat coming from Paul's 15 year old crotch as he
released my arm and laid it to rest on his firm stomach. I had often
glanced at Paul's groin when he was wearing tight trousers, but was not
expecting him to be the size he was. Slowly I reached down and wrapped my
hand round Paul's shaft, causing his dick to flinch and get slightly
harder. Paul's eyes remained closed but he began to sigh with pleasure so I
continued my explorations. His dick was long and straight with a distinct
curve back towards his stomach. I wanked him a couple of times before
moving down to feel his balls which were loose and warm. As I rolled the
nuts around in my fingers Paul's legs parted slightly and I was able to
hold the whole sack in my hands.

Paul's legs were firm and muscular like the rest of his body and covered
with a sparse soft hair. I Moved my hand up to his stomach and felt his
taut abs and smooth pecs. I had never realised Paul had such a hot body and
it was turning me on more that ever before to be having such a sexual
experience with one of my friends. My cock was bursting out of my boxers
and Paul lifted the waistband and slid it down under my full ballsack. I
looked across at him and his eyes were still closed, giving no indication
of what had caused this sudden sexual interaction, nor any clue as to what
it might lead to.

Paul began slowly sliding my foreskin back and forth over my swollen helmet
so I returned my hand to his shaft. Running my fist along his length it was
clear that Paul had a very big dick. I reached his cockhead which was fully
exposed and ran my thumb across its smooth surface. Slowly I explored the
delicate slit at the top and around the flared ridge at its base. I gently
tugged the skin of his shaft below his cockhead, but could not draw his
foreskin back up over the head of his dick. At this time I was very naive
when it came to gay sex and had never seen a circumcised penis. I realised
that Paul must be circumcised, but did not know what to do to masturbate
him.

I moved my hand to Paul's shaft and began rubbing the skin up and down as
far as it would go, unsure whether this felt good or not as Paul gave no
indication. Paul himself was no expert when it came to other boys but he
clearly had enough experience of wanking his own dick to make me feel good.
His rubbing of my foreskin was bringing me very close to orgasm and
suddenly I felt a familiar tensing in my body and shuddered as I sprayed
hot cum all over his hand. Paul removed his hand from my dick and gently
rubbed the cum into my stomach.

I tried as hard as I could but with no feedback from Paul my rubbing of his
erection did not produce a similar effect. I began to tire and my hand
slowed. Feeling this Paul withdrew his hand from my sleeping bag and rolled
over. I took my hand away and gently squeezed his bum, only to be shaken
off. He had clearly had enough. Disappointed but recovering from my own
powerful orgasm I drifted off to sleep.

Paul said nothing of our encounter the following morning and none of my
other friends mentioned it. We returned home that day, but it was not to be
the last sexual interaction I would experience with Paul...

~ The end. ~