Date: Sun, 13 Dec 1998 23:45:41 +05
From: Nels Beck <nelsbeck@tez.net>
Subject: Jackin' Our Way to Camp

			  Jackin' Our Way to Camp
			       by Bob Nelson

Tom, Pete and I loaded up the last of the supplies into the old Army 4X4
("four-by-four", 4wd), and climbed in back.  We each spread out a couple of
sleeping bags to rest on during the four hour ride.  Tom and Pete were guys
I'd seen at camp a few times last year, but didn't get to know them since
their troop tent-cabin hadn't been near mine.  I asked if they knew any
other guys who'd be coming up as counselors.  They named a few from their
troop, then Tom said, "Oh, yeah, Jack will be coming, too.  You know - that
wild & crazy guy."  My dick twitched and I grinned, covering my excitement
with "Yeah, I've heard about him.  Is he really as horny as they say?"  Tom
and Pete both answered "Oh, yeah!" almost in unison.  "His name is really
Gene, but all the guys call him Jack because he likes to jack off all the
time, and he likes to help other guys jack off, too."

Jack was a year older, so he was already 18, slender and cute with blonde,
wavy hair and the most amazing eyes! Sometimes they were light blue,
sometimes pale gray, but always intense as he looked at you -- like he was
looking inside your head and knew what you were thinking.  I'd only talked
to him briefly the last day of camp, last year.  Many nights this past year
I'd jacked off thinking of Jack smiling and gazing into my eyes.  I was
smiling now and trying to hide my boner as we started up the long grade to
our camp's 7000 foot elevation.  Lots of winding switchbacks, so the truck
was pulling slow with the heavy load of stuff they were taking to camp.
There hadn't been a car or truck behind us for over twenty minutes.  About
then Tom stood up and said "Think I'll take a piss."  He moved to the
tailgate of the truck, reached up to hang onto the metal ribs holding up
the canvas top, flipped open all the buttons on his 501's and flopped out
his dick.  It was about six inches long and half hard.  He casually said,
"See, I've almost got a piss hard-on."  Pete and I both looked at his
prick.  I tried not to stare, but it was too nice to ignore: six inches,
cut, slender and pale with a white shaft, and a pink head just slightly
bigger than the shaft.  I was starting to get really hard, wondering how I
could hide my boner when Tom said "It sure feels nice out, today......
Think I'll leave it out" and stood there with his dick waving back and
forth over the tailgate.  Then he asked "Don't you guys need to piss, too?"

Pete said, "Yeah, I really do, and joined Tom at the tailgate, popped his
buttons and flipped his dick out, too.  It almost matched Tom's perfectly
and was half hard, too.

"I've got one of those early morning piss hard-ons, too."  That was all the
excuse I needed, so I slid in between them and flipped mine out.  It was
fully hard by then, standing almost seven inches straight out.  They both
looked down at it and smiled.  Tom said "You must really have to go, but
how will you piss when it's fully hard?  I never can."  I tried to sound
casual with "Well, guess I'll just have to leave it out till it goes down a
little."  But I started leaking some precum by standing so close to those
pretty pricks.  Pete noticed my condition first, so he shook the last drops
off his dick and then kept shaking it.  Then he started stroking it and
said, "Guess I'll join you."  Tom responded, "Yeah, I haven't jacked off
since I woke up this morning" and began to stroke his, too.

Man, this was the hottest thing that had happened since I jacked a guy off
in the dark last summer after we'd both been captured in "Capture the
Flag".  I never saw his dick, and we'd never mentioned it again, but from
that time I knew I liked the feel of a hot cock, and now I was standing
between two good looking guys who were stroking their hot meat.  And we
were in the back of a truck in daylight!  The possibility of another
vehicle catching up to us was a little scary, but added excitement to it.
We stood there pulling on our woodies, then all three of us began stroking
in earnest.  Pete and Tom were both watching me intently and just glancing
at each other.  It was a real rush to have them so close, so hard, and
watching me jack off while they did, too!  We were all really oozing
precum, now, using it to slick up the heads of our dicks.  Some long, slow
strokes to milk out more precum, smear it over the head and rub it in with
our thumbs, then begin shorter strokes.  I always love the feel of my fist
around the rim of my dick's head, tight if I have some lube.  Today, thanks
to these hot studs, I had plenty of slippery precum for lube.  Both Pete
and Tom had switched from long, slow strokes to the shorter strokes I was
using.  Short strokes to pop their heads out through their fists stimulated
their dick heads, too.  Their dick heads were getting bigger and shiny red.
We were all starting to pant from that increasing sensitivity of getting
close to cumming, with our balls climbing up -- plus the thrill of jacking
off with two guys in a moving truck!

Pete said "Shit, I'm about to cum!"  and Tom said, "Me, too!"  That was
all it took for me to reach my peak and I shouted, "Look out, I AM
cumming!" and I shot a huge spurt over the tailgate.  As soon as I fired
the first shot, Pete said "Here I go" and Tom hollered "Wait for me!" and
both began shooting big, sizzling shots of hot, white cum over the
tailgate.  We each fired three, four, five big shots, then each of us
popped three or four short spurts, but they brought that intense feeling to
our dicks that you get after you've blown the top off your load, and are
down to the hypersensitive aftershocks.  We all had to reach up to grab the
pipe under the truck's canvas top to keep from collapsing at the end of our
orgasms.  With one, then two more small but very intense shots oozing out,
we all collapsed onto the sleeping bags we'd laid out. We began wiping the
remaining cum off our dicks with our handkerchiefs.  "Be prepared,"
snickered Pete, holding up his juicy handkerchief.  We flipped ours back at
him as Tom said "We *were* prepared".  Pete looked down to see the last of
his cum drip onto the sleeping bag he was sitting on.  "Wonder if the guy
who owns this will know what these white spots are?"  We all laughed.

I still felt so weak from the intensity of my orgasm that I was
light-headed.  I lay there for a minute and said "Hell, I've never come so
hard or so much!  But how come I feel so light-headed and weak?"  Pete and
Tom both laughed, and Pete said "We found out last year that you get dizzy
right after you cum, the first few days at this altitude."  My mouth
dropped open, as I realized that's why they had both focused on my dick.
They were used to seeing each others' dicks spit the spunk!  "Okay," I
said, "I'll have to be careful not to jack off at the edge of a cliff!"
They roared with laughter!  "No way, man!" chuckled Pete. "If you fell over
with a dick that hard it would shatter as you hit the rocks below!"  Tom
said "No, it would drill right through the first three rocks it hit!  It
might bend on the next one if it had lost some of its steely hards,
though."  "Well, I sure wasn't expecting hard, dizzy cumming with you two
guys on the way to camp" I said.  Pete and Tom looked at each other, then
at me.  "Don't worry -- one or both of us will be there whenever you need
us so you don't fall over when you cum.  And this is just the beginning of
eight weeks as camp counselors!"


Next: I meet Jack at camp -- in a most unusual way.