Date: Fri, 07 Aug 2015 13:22:37 -0400
From: Russ <reb271@mac.com>
Subject: That Feeling (part 1)

This is a story of fiction.  Many of the places are real and favorite
places of mine.  If you like my stories, please let me know.  I'm new to
writing and will make mistakes, so please bare with me.

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My other stories on Nifty are:
Camp Ashford 1
Camp Ashford 2
Kevin's Quest
What Al Learned
The Cable Guy
Maine With Dad
It's Too Big
Jim's Tent
Jim's Tent 2
Break With My Brother
The Truck Stop

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That feeling
Part 1

     I lay in my bed, my mind floating, my body relaxed and tired.  It had
been a busy day.  Playing baseball with my buddy's, then heading up into
the woods to hike.  Saw a damn snake, I hate snakes... No real reason just
do.  At 10 years old, I've got so much energy and curiosity.  Always
checking out new things.  We headed home as it was getting dark.  And I was
hungry.  My Mom and Dad were playing cards next door the note said.  But
Mom had made me a Dagwood sandwich and left a bag of chips to fill my
hunger.  Mmmmmmmm......
     I ate my fill then heard my folks come in.  I was in my room watching
TV.  Dad popped his head in with a smile and said that they were home.  My
Dads very handsome.  I was told that I looked just like him.  He has dark
brown hair that he cut short in a "brush cut" like me.  We both have green
eyes.  Both in great shape.  Dad worked out in the basement gym with our
neighbor Mr. Anderson.  I go down and watch, try to lift the weights, end
up doing push-ups instead.  Mr. Anderson has reddish hair and like us,
green eyes.  Both dad and Mr. Anderson are tall, over six feet.  And dad
said that one day I would be too.
     I was thinking of them both as I lay in bed.  My body felt strange.
Almost like I was falling through the mattress.  The covers non existent.
Just my mind, my body.  I didn't know what was happening to me.  My legs
felt heavy as did my arms.  In my minds eye I relaxed.  Feeling every inch
of my physical self.  Intense, heavy, new.  It went on this way for at
least ten minutes.  I did not understanding it.  Thinking that my
contiosness was going to float right out of my body.
     I had a hard on.  Not unusual, but more intense.  It felt like my body
was compressing, I felt very heavy My penis was so hard.  And I was not
touching myself.  I became aware of a tingling that started in my
extremities.  It took its time and worked along my legs, arms.  The back of
my head was pushed into my pillow.  My whole body was stiff.  What the hell
was happening to me?  Then an intense feeling in my stomach.  A pulling.  I
arched my back, not because I wanted to, but because my body demanded it.
And for the first time in my young life, a white thick cream shot out of my
penis.  I wanted to yell, but knew that my folks were close by in their
room.  So I bit down on my lower lip.  It didn't make the rushes of intense
pleasure stop, only heighten.  And my penis kept shooting out the white
sticky cream.  I opened my mouth and breath in deeply.  Once, twice a third
time.  Then it hit me again.  It felt like something was touching me.  It
felt incredible.  And more of the cream erupted.  I was covered from
stomach to my headboard of my bed.  My face had this cream on it.  I
reached up with my tongue and tasted the salty ejeculate.  It was on my
chin, my lips.  It had a pleasant taste.  Not strong but mild.  I relaxed.
Returning to my self.
     My mind, a wonder at what had just happened.  I was, as I said covered
in the thick white cream.  I knew it was cum.  Had talked with my buddy's
who were a little older.  Who did things.  They said that I would
understand when the time was right.  Now I couldn't get them out of my
mind.  Or my dad or our neighbor.
     I wiped up with my blanket.  Hope it dried by morning.  I'd throw it
in the laundry then.  It was only about twenty minutes later when I got
that feeling in my stomach again.  This time not as intense, but there.  I
reached down and rubbed my penis lightly.  I was hard again and feeling
like I needed to touch it.  I took it between my thumb and fingers and
started to pump it up and down.  I finally understood what my buddy's had
ment.  Almost right away I felt a sensation between my legs.  I reached
down and touched my balls.  Wish I had hair on them, but I was hairless
everywhere.  That would come with time too.  My balls felt good, really
good.  My penis got harder as I jerked it.  Then I was engulfed in that
feeling again.  And covered once more by the thick white cream.  Not quite
as thick as the first time.  Not as much either.  It covered my stomach and
my hand.  I brought my hand up and sniffed.  Then I licked my hand clean.
Then picked up what was on my belly and licked that off my hand too.
     I was so tired.  As I closed my eyes, my mind went to the last time in
our basement gym.  The three of us working out... Dad in his work out
shorts.  Mr. Anderson in his tattered jogging sweats.
    When I woke up the next morning, I was aware that something special had
happened to me.  At first I thought that I had an out of body experience,
but knew in reality that I had my first real orgasm.  I wanted more.  It
was as if a light had illuminated a part of my brain that up till now had
remained in darkness.  I saw things differently.  Felt a need that had
never been there before.  And my penis was hard again.  It wasn't just for
pissing, it gave me pleasure.  The type of feelings that I could not have
imagined the night before.  I reached down and pushed to blankets off of
me.  Than I untied my PJ bottom and pushed it down to my knees.  My eyes
were closed tight, as I put my left hand between my legs and pulled up.
Crossing my legs to hold my hand tight.  Then with my right hand I touched
the folds of skin on the end of my penis.  I was uncircumcised.  My dad had
said that he wasn't cut so his son wouldn't be either.  He had showed me
how to delicately pull back the foreskin when I would pee.  Then gently
shake it off afterwards.  I always felt so close to dad at those moments.
Now I understood that his touching me there, really was something that only
a daddy could do.
     As I was thinking about dad, his big hands holding my little penis, I
got that feeling build up in me again.  It had its own mind.  My back got
tight again, my legs extended.  I felt the rush of orgasm.  My dick was
pumping out more than white cream.  Thick, white, part of me.
     When I opened my eyes, I saw Dad in my door.  He had seen it all.  He
had a weird look on his face.  "Breakfast is ready, Champ, clean yourself
up and come down."  "Ok, Daddy, I said"
     When I got downstairs, dad acted like nothing had happened.  Like he
hadn't seen anything at all.  I ate my cereal, with banana.  Glass of
orange juice and even a side of dark toast.  Mom knew how I liked it almost
burnt.
     Dad put down his paper and smiled at me.  "Your birthday is on
Saturday, Tommy, and I've got a little surprise for you.  I couldn't hold
the smile back.  "What is it, Daddy?"
     "How would you like to go camping, just guys?"  "Really!!!, that would
be cool."  "I figured we could head up to Tuckermans Ravine and camp at
Dollycop."  This was my favorite camping site in all of the White Mountain
Range.
     On Saturday, I woke up to find a card propped up on my dresser.  HAPPY
BIRTHDAY, TOMMY it said on the envelope.  Inside was $111.00.  Happy
eleventh birthday, son.  Love Mom and Dad.  Wow, what a haul!  That new
bike I wanted would be mine by Monday.  Dad looked in and said "time to get
up, birthday boy". You need to pack for our trip.
     I was so excited.  Camping was one of my favorite things, and I loved
the wilderness of the White Mountains.  I threw some things in an old
canvas bag, shorts, t-shirts, jacket, extra socks, sneakers...  Dad had the
car full.  And I noticed we had a new tent.  Oh yes, this was gonna be so
cool.
     Mr. Anderson came over with a bag and threw it in the back of the SUV.
"Looks like we're all set to take off" Dad said.  I was grinning from ear
to ear.  "Got another little surprise for you" Daddy said.
     Around the car from where Mr. Anderson was standing, my buddy Josh
walked.  He too had a canvas bag.  Josh was three years, no two years now,
older then me.  He was thirteen.  A "teenager" who I often hung out with.
And one of the older guys I was referring to earlier.  Mr. Anderson put his
hand on Josh's shoulder and smiled.  "Thought you could use a buddy your
own age to swim with once we get settled".  This was too great.
Mr. Anderson, Josh, Dad and me.  Yeeeehaaaa!
     As we were pulling out of Dunkin Donuts, Mr. Anderson (who was sitting
in the front with dad) handed me a donut and hot chocolate.  And also gave
Josh the same thing.  I said, "thanks Mr. Anderson", He turned to me and
smiling said, " first of all guys, we are all on first name basis this
week". "I'm sure your Dad agrees with that".  Daddy nodded his head as he
drove on.  "So Josh, Tommy, I'm not Mr. Anderson, I'm Jeff."  Josh and I
both looked at each other with jelly on our lips and a big smile.  "You got
it Jeff, I said". "But I'm still daddy to you, Tommy, dad said". "Josh,
just call me, Jim". This was so cool.  It made me feel like we were all on
the same level.  Not kids and adults.
     For the next three hours we watched the trees, valleys, rivers and
small towns fly by.  The land went from flat to foothills to mountains.  We
decided to stop to eat then went for a swim at Lower Falls on the
Kankamangus Highway.  Riding the natural stone water slides was a blast.
     We got to Dollycop about an hour later and headed for our reserved
spot at the base of Mount Washington.  Our camping spot could not have been
any better.  Past the last loop beyond the field.  It was a big wooded
area, removed from other spots.  That's what I liked about camping at
Dollycop, the camping spots were private.
     Jeff, Josh, Dad and I began by setting up camp.  There was an electric
hookup for those who didn't want to "rough" it.  A nice picnic table that
we hung a big tarp over.  Ideal for hanging out in the morning.  Beyond
that was the camp fire area.  We brought wood with us so we didn't have to
scavenge the forest for dead stuff.  We set up folding chairs around the
fire pit for our night time fire.  On the end of the picnic table, Dad set
up the Coleman stove.  And of course got coffee brewing right away.
     Then a real surprise, the new tent wasn't like our old one, this one
was pretty big, and two rooms.  Plus an area that extended out with netting
on three sides and a roof like material over it to keep it dry and cool.
On top of that was this cool material roof that covered the tent area.
This allowed for air to pass through and water to stay out.  I was glad of
that cuz we could hear thunder in the distance.  And there is nothing as
haunting as the sound of thunder in the mountains.
     We had just layed out the last sleeping bag when we heard the rain
begin to hit the tent.  Got to admit, it's a cool sound.  "Remember, boys,
don't touch the sides or roof of the tent, it will drip rain from where you
touch it."  Daddy said.  Jeff smiled at Dad in a knowing way.  I had a
feeling this wasn't the first time they had camped out together.
     I lay on my sleeping bag, next to daddy's and between Josh and on the
other end Jeff.  The other guys were sitting at the picnic table getting
things straightened out, talking and relaxing after the work we had done to
set up the sight.
     I got that feeling in my stomach again.  Listening to the guys talk
outside, daydreaming about watching both Jeff and Dad work out.  The stuff
Josh had told me.  I got hard.  I reached into my shorts and rubbed on my
boner.  It felt so damn good.  Looking to make sure the other guys were
still busy, I pulled down my shorts to below my balls.  The sleeping bag
felt foreign on my soft butt cheeks.  I was breathing hard and had no
control over what my body was doing to itself.  I couldn't have stopped if
I had wanted to.  I closed my eyes and let the feelings of pleasure sweep
over me.  My butt tightened, then relaxed, then tightened again.  My penis
was so hard that my foreskin was pulled back by itself.  The end was so
sensitive.  This felt so good.  I moaned softly.  Touching my stomach
gently.  I felt something touch my leg....
     I opened my eyes to Josh kneeling on the side of me, watching me jerk
off.  I went to pull up my shorts, but he he put his hand on my belly.
Then he rubbed it gently.  I stopped.  He leaned down and took my penis,
now the hardest it had ever been, between his lips.  He was trembling.  So
was I.  Then the feeling of my penis in his mouth hit me.  Like nothing I
had ever felt before.  More intense then last nights experience.
     He reached down and touched my balls.  They were small, but I could
tell by the sensation, working.  I had no hair like Dad or Jeff, but at
this moment I felt that I could equal them in ability.  Josh opened my legs
by first pulling my shorts down to my calves then bending my knees.  He put
my balls in the palm of his right hand while his fingers went deeper.  He
continued to suck me.  While still rubbing my belly.  Then I felt the very
end of his finger touch me between my cheeks.  Never had anyone touched me
this way.  It was too much, I felt my back bend.  I grabbed Joshes head so
he couldn't pull away.  He had to take my cum in his mouth.  My first blow
job.  The first time I would empty myself would be in Josh's mouth.  I
wanted this so bad.  And I felt it shoot out of me.  Into his throat.  I
couldn't help myself, I let out a loud moan of pleasure.  Then another.
And I still wasn't done, I let go of Joshes head, but he pushed it deeper
into me.  Sucking down every drop that I could produce.  Then he took his
tongue and licked my balls.  Then back to my still hard penis.  I looked up
from this amazing place and saw that Jeff was in the door.  Watching it
all.  Not saying anything.  And I also saw that he had a man sized hard on,
wet dripping from the end.
     Josh grabbed his own cock then.  Bending back, he pulled on it three
times and his cum flew onto my stomach.  Then he fell back onto his
sleeping bag and just lay there.  Eyes closed.  Thunder roaring and rain
pouring down on our small warm place.  Dry, dark, soft.....
    I looked at the door to the tent and Jeff was gone.