Date: Thu, 22 Oct 1998 00:39:22 CDT
From: BigBob_3@hotmail.com
Subject: Tales from the Chat: Camp Land: (b/b) (cons)

This is a true story as told to me on the chat lines.
It is about boy-boy sex. If you find this subject offensive.... hit the
road.

If you enjoy the story, feel free to e-mail me your reactions.

There was chaos in the cabin. Boys spilled over the bunk beds and between
them in their struggle to choose the best ones for themselves. Those bunks
closest to the door were already taken. Bob pushed his way deeper into the
barracks, his home for the next two weeks, looking for an unoccupied bunk.

Sixteen 12 and 13 year-olds, two camp counselors and all the clothes,
junk-food and equipment they needed to enjoy two weeks at Camp Land
were scattered around the bare wood cabin.  Each boy was assigned to a
bunk, either an upper or lower, depending on who arrived first to claim
their sleeping spot. Bob spotted an unoccupied bunk and toss his gear on
it, indicating to the rest of the boys that this was his and leave it
alone.

He unpacked his clothes and started to make friends with the other boys in
the cabin. Some of the kids he knew, but most of them were strangers and,
although he was shy about strangers, he did his best to meet the boys who
would be his cabin mates for the camp period.

 "Listen up" a voice bellowed from across the cabin. "Get your bathing
suits on. You all have to take a swimming test and be assigned to a swim
group. Meet outside in five minutes."

The voice came from Jason, one of two older teens that functioned as Camp
Counselor for the younger boys. The Counselors were assigned to Bobby's
group and were responsible for insuring the boys had a good time at the
camp.

The noise in the cabin lowered an octave. One of the young voices called
out, "Where do we change?" But Jason had already left the cabin and no
answer came back. A small number of the boys sat on their bunks and quickly
slipped off their camp shorts and underwear and pulled on their bathing
suits. Many left the cabin to seek out the privacy of a bathroom
stall. Everyone had their back to the others for fear someone might see
their developing bodies and make a cutting comment.

Jason waiting outside the cabin for the boys to gather in their bathing
suits. Jay was sixteen and in high school. The idea of hiding to change
your clothes was alien to him. In high school, after gym, all the guys
stripped and took a shower. Jason forgot what it was like when he was 12
and you wondered if your equipment match up to the other guys.

"This sucks," he thought. "I can't believe it's taking these guys so long
to change.  We are going to be late for the swimming test because these
guys are so shy."

Slowly the group gathered itself and, with Jason leading, walked to the
lake to take their swimming test.

That night, after dinner and the campfire program, Jason gathered all the
guys in his cabin together.

"Look guys," he started," you all are going to live together for two weeks
and you need to get over your shyness. We can't have guys running to the
bathrooms every time they need to get undressed."

"We are all guys here and have the same equipment." he continued, "You all
have a dick and balls just like me. Let me show you." And with that Jason
took off his shirt, slid his camp shorts down his legs and dropped his
white jockey underwear. He was naked in front of twelve giggling boys, most
of which had never seen a man naked before.

You could see his clear tan lines on his smooth stomach. Below his waist
hung his heavy testicles.  Dark hairs grew from his scrotum.  His dick was
limp and curved lightly to the right. His penis was thick and dark curly
hair covered the base of his mature prick. They were giggles from the boys
looking at his man-like body. A few of them even had a physical reaction to
Jason's nudity.

Jason put his underwear back on and told the boys to get ready for bed.

"Lights out in 10 minutes" he shouted. Some of the boys were still shy and
they huddled near their bunks trying to get their pajamas one without
anyone seeing them. The majority of the campers took off their clothes and
jumped into bed wearing their briefs. The attitude of casualness Jason
created was catching on.

"Lights out!" he shouted again and he turned off the lights.

Bobby lay in his bunk seeing Jason taking off his clothes in his mind. All
around him he could hear the boys tossing and turning in their beds. He
could hear sound coming from some of the bunks.  He didn't think anything
of it, he just reached down and gently caressed his penis and balls. He
soon fell asleep.

A few days later, Bobby woke up feeling ill. This was the day of the whole
camp hike.  All the boys were going on a hike in small groups. As the camp
was assembling and dividing themselves up into small groups, Bobby sought
out Jason to see if he could be excused.  When he did not find him, he
asked the Director if he could remain in camp and skip the hike. The
Director told him he did not have to take the hike, but to check in with
Jason and get some rest.

Bobby went to his bunkhouse to find Jason. On the way to his bunkhouse,
someone told him Jason was in the bathhouse taking a shower. Bobby turned
and headed for the bathhouse to find his counselor.

The bathhouse was a big cement building divided into three sections. As you
entered the building you were in the bathroom, filled with toilets and
sinks. You then entered the changing area and from there, through the door
to the shower area.

Bobby entered the bathhouse and gave a yell, "Hay, Jason! You in here?"

No answer.

He could hear the one of the showers running in the shower room. The entire
camp had left for the hike, so he thought it must be Jason taking a shower
and walked into the changing area and started toward the door to the
showers.

He notices some one taking a shower. It was Jason. His back was to Bobby
and he seemed absorbed in doing something other than washing himself. Bobby
could see his arms making stroking motions. Bob knew he was doing something
other than showering.

Jason had his hard 6 inch penis in his hands and was making long slow
stokes from his tight balls to his blood gorged purple head. His eyes were
closed and he was beating his meat with long slow strokes.

Bobby's heart was beating like a trip hammer. His own dick was starting to
twitch and swell as he watched Jason masturbate. Bobby would have loved to
stay longer but he felt he would be in trouble if he were caught intruding
on Jason private act.

Bobby slowly moved out of the door way.

Jason opened his eyes and saw Bobby staring at him.

"Jesus, Bobby do you always sneak up on people?"  He asked. "You scared me
to death.  How come you're not on the hike?"

He had stopped his jacking and his once solid spike had started to deflate
as he faced Bobby. He made no effort to cover himself as he stood in the
shower.

Bobby didn't know what to say.

"I yelled but you didn't hear me I guess." Bobby said quietly. "You were
...busy, I guess."

"Well, you're right there. I sure was busy." He said. "Did you see me?"

"Yea, a little"

"You know what I was doing?" He asked.

"No!"

"Well, I was jerking off. Do you know what that is?"

"No!"

"Have you ever seen anyone jerk off before?"

"No!"

"You want to learn how ?" He asked. "All the guys do it."

"Sure!" Bobby answered. Bob wasn't too sure what he was getting into but he
trusted Jason and the look on Jason face as he was jerking off led Bobby to
believe that it was fun and he would enjoy it.

Jason immediately dried himself off with his towel, and led Bobby to an
unused cabin next to the bathhouse.

Bobby didn't know what to expect. He was excited, scared, worried about
being caught and looking forward to what ever lay ahead.

They went to the unused cabin and entered it. Jason led Bob to a bunk and
had him sit down. He sat on the bunk across from him.

"Bob, you can't tell anyone what I am about to show you. OK?" He asked.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Bobby could only shake his head 'yes.' He still was not sure what "this"
even meant, but he knew he wanted to try what Jason had been doing in the
shower even through he was a little unsure.

"OK," Jason said, "take your pants down."

Bobby pushed his shorts down over his hips and past his knees. They settled
at his ankles. His white brief underwear followed within micro-seconds. He
took his shirt and pulled it off. He sat on the edge of the bunk and
watched Jason remove his clothes. Jason could see Bobby's small dick and
balls. Bobby's penis was started to swell up and stand.  He was getting
harder in anticipation.

Jason sat on the other bunk. He slowly slid his pants and underwear down in
one motion. Bob could see his hairy balls and semi-hard dick. Jason sat on
the edge of the bed naked.  He looked across the small space between the
bunks and saw Bobby sitting at his bunk, with his growing three inch dick
sticking up between his legs. Jason instructed Bob to lay down on the
mattress and do what he did. Bobby slowly lay down without taking his eyes
off Jason.

Jason lay down and started to gently stroke his dink. Bobby watched in
fascination as Jason semi-erect penis took on a life of its own and started
to bone out. Bobby lay down on his bunk and with his head turned stared at
Jason. Jason's hands gently gripped his dick and he started to move up and
down. He was on his back with his right hand jacking himself off and the
other behind his head. Every few moments he would look across to Bobby and
see how he was doing.

Bobby was excited. His penis was now as hard as he could ever
remember. With his eye still on Jason, he gripped his small shaft with his
hand and started to mimic Jason's action. But his concentration was
shot. He found it difficult to get into the rhythm.  Instead of jacking his
dick up and down in a milking motion, he was acting like he was pumping
water out of a well and his cock was the pump handle. He was pumping, but
he'd get no sperm that way.  Jason's eyes were closed. His hands were
moving quicker and his breathing was getting sharper when he opened his
eyes to see how Bobby was coming along. He immediately saw that Bob would
never have any fun using that pumping technique.

He stopped his jacking, left his bunk and said, "Let me help you. You're
doing it wrong." He took his large hand and closed it around Bobby's hand,
the one on his penis.  Together they moved both hands in an up and down
motion. "Wow!" went through Bobby's mind. His solid prick became even more
hard (if it were possible) when Jason touched his shaft. As both their
hands slid up Bob's little spear he could feel the difference. In only a
few strokes he had the rhythm down and could do it on his own. Both hands
would slide from the base of his shaft and then slide up to the bottom of
his helmet.

Jason left him after his instruction and return to his own bunk. Bobby's
hands maintained the same motions Jason had taught him. "Shit, how could I
have screwed that up," he thought to himself as he continued to stoke his
dick and look at Jason.

Jason must have found touching Bob's penis exciting as he maintained his
own erection as he returned to his bunk and re-started masturbating in
earnest. His hands griped his dick and he started to move more quickly then
before. He had a look of anticipation as he jacked his throbbing
piston. His closed his eyes and his tongue was sticking out of his mouth
between his teeth as his hands flew up and down his shaft. As they pumped
their organs, he looked over and asked Bob if he had ever seen a guy
"shoot" before.

No!" Bob replied. He'd never even knew a guy masturbated until about an
half hour ago. Both boys were quiet as they went about jacking off. Every
once-in-a-while they would look at each other, but all you heard was the
squeaking of the mattresses as their bodies pumped their rods.  Both boys
sweated as the room heated up.

Something unexpected was happening to Bob. A different kind of feeling came
over him, one he had not experienced before. He started to feel a tingling
feeling in his stomach and penis. The faster he moved his hands on his dick
the more pronounced the feeling became. If asked, he could not describe the
feeling, but he liked it and wanted it to become more intense so he
continued to jerk his dick.

Jason said, "Bob, watch this!" So Bobby slowed down his jacking off and
turned to watch Jason.  Jason hands were flying. His muscles were all
tensed. His dick was pointed toward his head as his rapidly moved his hands
up it long shaft. He tensed, let out a little "uhhhhhh" and white stuff
splattered out of his dick all across his chest. Bobby though he had pissed
on himself, but the piss didn't look right. It was white and looked
sticky. Jason's heavy breathing started to slow up but his face was still
flushed.

"That's how it done, Bob. Ever do that before?"

Bob shook my head "No!"

Bob had played with my dick in bed before but had never done anything like
that but he sure wanted to.

While Jason cleaned himself up, Bob got back to serious jacking off. His
dick had swelled to it full three and one-half inches just watching Jason
jack off. Bob moved his penis up and down as Jason had. His hands grasp his
penis and flew up and down its shaft.

Jason sat on Bob's bed as Bob continued to beat off. His closeness was
exciting to Bob.

"I can feel something," Bobby told him.

"Keep going," he said.

Jason's face was flushed as he watched Bob jack off. You could see he was
getting another boner as he watched.

"How's it feeling?" Jason asked.

"It feels funny." Bobby replied as he continued to pump his young tool.
Jason smiled.

Bobby was fast approaching his climax. His face was flushed and his muscles
were getting tense.  He could feel the funny feeling creeping through his
body and it was great.  His hands continued to pump the feeling from his
gut to his dick.

"Keep going," Jason encouraged.

The funny feeling kept getting stronger. His muscles all tensed. He let out
a little sound, his penis twitched and he had his first orgasm.

Bob didn't shoot his cum across his chest like Jason.  But his face was
flushed and the orgasm was strong. His dick immediately started to recede.

"Did you feel it," Jason asked.

"Yea," Bob answered.

"You should see yourself." Jason joked. "Your face is all red and I thought
you were having a heart attack you were so tense."

"Yea" was all Bobby could say.

"Well, get dressed and remember, don't say anything about this to anyone.
OK?" he said as Bob pulled up his underwear and shorts.

That night, as Bobby lay in his bunk, he could hear the same rustling of
the mattress' and the tossing of his bunkmates that he heard every night in
camp. Then it dawned on him.

"Some of these guys are doing what I did this afternoon! They're jacking
off" The more he thought about that the stiffer Bobby became.

He pulled down his underwear, kicked them off the bottom of his feet,
grabbed his erect penis and started to join his bunkmates. Since most of
the guys in the bunk were already involved in their own private pleasures
no one notice another bunk squeaking and another camper moaning as Bob shot
his load for the second time that day.