Date: Sat, 21 Jan 2012 11:42:14 -0800 (PST)
From: Mark Stevens <markit10@yahoo.com>
Subject: Camping by the Creek

I have always loved my cock. Since I was six or seven years old and would
get a good stiffy, I've loved my cock.  Just the very sensation of being
rock hard and rigid with my cock pointing up in the air made me want to do
it more.  I soon discovered that I could make it stiff like that if I
played with it and that became one of my favorite past times.  Every chance
I got when I knew I wouldn't be caught, I would strip down naked and wiggle
that little thing in my fingers until it was pointing at my chin and
feeling like it was going to burst through my skin.  That feeling never
left me.  As I got older and grew, I discovered new ways to make my cock
and me feel extra good.  I must have been about eight when I experienced my
first dry orgasm.  Needless to say, after that, if I wasn't hooked before,
I was then.

Not only was I fascinated with my own cock, I found myself getting curious
about other boys.  Did they do the same thing I did?  Or did I just invent
something fabulous?

About that age I had a friend in our church who invited me to stay over
frequently.  It so happened that he had a membership to the YMCA and every
Saturday they had free swim.  One weekend when I was staying over he
invited me to go to the Y with him and I was really excited.  I loved to
swim and it was winter and I had never been to an inside pool before.  For
those of you old enough to remember, the YMCA had a no suit policy for boys
and men back then.  When we got there, we went to the locker room and
stripped down bare.  That was the first time I had experienced seeing so
many boys naked.  As all boys do, I started to compare myself to other boys
my age and older and it was then I discovered I not only loved my cock, I
had a fascination for other boys cocks.  I was amazed at the differences in
sizes and shapes even among the boys my own age.  I am circumcised so it
was quite eye opening to me to see some of the boys with foreskin covering
the head of their penis.

After we got back to his house and had dinner and played some games it was
time to get ready for bed.  Jim only had one bed so we were to sleep
together.  After laying there for a while, I asked him if he ever played
with his weenie.  He said he did and asked me if I wanted to do it now.
Dumb question.

We both pulled our underwear down and started playing with our cocks and,
of course, got good and hard real fast.  I said "do you want to do it to
each other?"  He said "I guess."  So I reached over and put my hand around
another boy's cock for the first time and he did the same.  We pumped each
other for a few minutes and discovered that it just wasn't the same so we
went back to jacking ourselves off.  I wasn't shooting cum yet so in a few
minutes I had my dry orgasm and turned to watch Jim and soon after me, he
came and a little bit of fluid seeped out of his cock.  I didn't ask him
what happened, but it sure made me curious.

As I got older and started to mature I think I grew to love my cock even
more.  Jacking off became my major past time and I did it every chance I
could get.  When I was about twelve, I started to notice pubic hair coming
in and shortly after that I shot jizz for the first time.  Wow!!  It wasn't
much, but it was a whole different feeling.  By the time I was thirteen I
was shooting up to my chest and if I was laying on my back and arched my
back and stuck my hips in the air, I sometimes could shoot all the way to
my chin.

In the neighborhood where I lived there were several boys my age and two of
them were my best friends.  We had grown up together and did the usual boy
things comparing dicks and talking about sex constantly.  We used to go
hiking and bike riding in the woods close to our homes so it wasn't unusual
for us to see each other taking a leak out in the woods.  We even dared
each other to drop our pants and run around naked.  Typical young teen
stuff.

We talked our parents into letting us go camping overnight down by the
creek and we set off for adventure.  We had one small tent and all three of
us had to squeeze into it when it got dark.  Of course getting dark was
still too early to go to sleep. Rich had brought a deck of cards so we
played poker for match sticks by flashlight.  It really was quite lame, and
after a while, Gordy said "Any of you ever played strip poker before?"  We
looked at each other and Rich said, "No, I'm not gay."  I said "Hey, what's
strip poker got to do with being gay?  It just adds a little more tension
to the game.  We've both seen you scoping out our cocks when we change at
the pool.  We all do it."

He finally agreed and Gordy shuffled the cards.  Being ready for bed, we
made sure everyone had the same amount of clothes which amounted to a
t-shirt, underwear and socks and we agreed that each sock counted for one
piece, so we each had four items of clothing to lose.  As the hands were
dealt, incredibly I lost the first three hands in a row.  So both Rich and
Gordy were rubbing it in and getting more into the game.  But then Gordy
lost two hands and Rich lost two so they are down to t-shirt and underwear
and I am down to just my tighty whiteys.  I said, "What happens when one of
us is naked?  Is the game over then?"  Gordy said, "No it's not over until
there is one winner."

"So what does the first guy out have to play for?  He doesn't have anything
else to lose."  Rich, the one who was hesitant to play in the beginning,
says, "The loser will have to do a dare by the winner."  Being the closest
to going out, I was a little hesitant, but when Gordy said, "Sounds good."
I really didn't have much choice but to go along.

Rich lost the next hand and he was down to his undies.  I wasn't sure, but
it looked like he might be developing a tent in his shorts.  The next hand
was going to make us all even, right?  Wrong.  I lost and had to lose my
underwear.  Thinking about Rich developing a stiffy had got my dick to
start expanding a little, so when I dropped my pants my pecker was about a
quarter staff.  Still pointing down, but obviously getting hard.  Gordy
said, "OK, if you lose you have to do a dare by the winner."  "I know," I
said.  The next hand was dealt and Gordy lost so now it was Rich and Gordy
in undies and me naked.  Gordy lost the next hand and when he dropped his
shorts there was no hiding the fact that he was growing rapidly.  His cock
was sticking straight out and he quickly sat back down to try and hide it.
Of course, seeing Gordy half hard, I couldn't stop it and I went into a
full fledged hard on.  By now it was obvious that Rich was getting wood
inside his shorts and that somehow made it alright if we all were sporting
woodies.  As luck would have it Gordy lost the next hand and had to do a
dare from Rich.  He thought a minute and then told Gordy he had to go
outside and run around the tent three times.  Gordy crawled out of the tent
and while we held our flashlights on him and sporting a raging hardon, he
finished his dare.  It seemed like Rich just couldn't lose and I lost the
next hand.  Rich thought again for a minute and finally said, "Seeing as
you both have woodies, you have to go outside the tent and jackoff for
three minutes."  We had never been to that territory before and I started
to object out of embarrassment, but Gordy and Rich both started squawking
like I was a chicken and laughing so I had no choice that I could see.  I
crawled out of the tent and standing there with two flashlights
illuminating me started pumping my engorged cock between my thumb and four
fingers.  My biggest worry at that point was whether I would last three
minutes before I shot my load.  I was pumping slowly at first, but it
started to feel better and better and unconsciously I started beating
faster and at the same time looking at Rich and Gordy watching their
watches.  I'm getting to the point where I won't be able to stop when Rich
called, "Time."  And I breathed a sigh of relief and scrambled back into
the tent.

The next hand was dealt and I won.  "Payback is a bitch" I told Rich as he
stood up to drop his shorts.  My suspicions were confirmed.  If he hadn't
been developing a hardon during the game, he certainly had one now.  I
hadn't thought about what I would dare if I won yet so I had to think a
minute.  "OK, Rich buddy, you don't have to go outside the tent, but you
have to jack Gordy off for three minutes."

He immediately protested, and Gordy, delighted with the dare said, "Hey,
man, it was your idea to do the dares and we both did ours. Come on, you
have to do yours."  He moved over in front of Rich and got up on his knees
right in front of him and slowly, reluctantly, Rich reached out and touched
his cock.  "Come on man, it won't bite," Gordy said.  Rich slowly wrapped
his hand around Gordy's stiff cock and slowly began pumping up and
down. After the first minute Rich seemed to be getting into it a little and
by the end of the second minute he was pumping with enthusiasm.  Gordy had
his head back and his hips thrust forward and was thoroughly enjoying the
sensation and seemed about to blow when I called, "Time."  By this time we
were all too far gone to want to stop, but technically the game was over.
We were all naked and we had all done a dare.  Rich said, "you guys want to
keep playing for dares?"  We all happily agreed and the game went on for
several more hands with each dare becoming more and more daring until I
said, "One more dare and I'm going to blow my load."  Gordy echoed my
thought and Rich said he was right there too.

"Let's all cum at the same time outside," I said.  So we all crawled out of
the tent and I suggested we stand in a line behind each other and the one
behind reach around and jack off the one in front.  Rich complained that,
"The one in back wouldn't have anyone to jack him off."  Gordy said, "Let's
all stand and get our cocks as close together as we can and then we can all
get jacked by someone else."  That sounded good so we went outside and
stood facing each other in a triangle and we each took hold of the guy to
our right with our right hands and started pumping.  We were all so juiced
up by then that it didn't take very long before I started groaning and
trying to hold back but Gordy wasn't letting up and I was the first to
shoot and pumping against his fist I shot a load clear across and hit Rich
in the leg with the first spurt.  When I came I instinctively started
pumping Rich faster and he came next with about three or four long spurts
of cum.  Rich's grip on Gordy's cock tightened and got faster and soon
Gordy shot a rope about two feet long that hit me right in the groin.
After three or four more spurts he was done and we were all exhausted.  We
crawled back into the tent, cleaned ourselves off and zipped up in our
sleeping bags.

We camped together a few more times that summer and we always had a deck of
cards.  It just seemed like after that first time, everyone seemed to lose
a lot quicker.  If you can call shooting your load losing that is.