Date: Fri, 26 Aug 2005 11:46:41 -0400
From: Charlie Whaley <cwhaley12@comcast.net>
Subject: "Chuch Camp"

DISCLAIMER: This is a true story from my speckled youth involving
minors having  sex. If this offends you in any way then please
turn back now. If you are not permitted by your state law to read sexual
material of this nature, then turn back now. If not, then enjoy the
story. Comments welcome: cwhaley12@comcast.net


				Church Camp


   My name is Charlie. When I was eleven, our family moved from the busy
metropolis of Knoxville (joke) to a smaller town in east Tennessee. For
about a year I was bored to death. Other boys around were into stupid games
or sports and somehow didn't understand the superior pursuits like finding
porn mags and jerking off.. That changed when a new boy moved in a few
houses down the street. We were both twelve and quickly became best
friends. Don wasn't just good looking, he was cool. He wasn't the type who
looked for a fight, but he didn't take any shit as the local bully, Calvin,
found out about a week after Don moved there. Calvin was sixteen and still
in the seventh grade because he had failed so many years. He liked to push
younger kids around. Don, myself, and Don's German Shepherd, King, were
walking to my house when Calvin came up the street on his bike. We were
laughing about some stupid joke Don had told me. I guess Calvin thought we
were laughing at him as he stopped, looked at the new boy and said "What
are you laughing at fuck-face?"

   "Fuck you jackass!" Don instantly shot back, his face going red and his
hands turning into fists. King was growling deep in his throat at the older
boy. I was mortified. I had never heard anyone talk back to Calvin like
that and was sure Don was in for it.

   "You'd better be glad you've got that dog you little shit or I'd beat
your"

   "You stay right here" Don yelled back "I'll put up the dog and then I'm
going to stomp your God damned ass!" he said as he turned and ran back to
his house to put up King

   Calvin had the look of someone who had just kicked over a rock and found
a rattlesnake. "I'm not messing with that damn dog." he said turning his
bike around and headed back the way from which he came. I cracked up. When
Don came running back up the street we both laughed until it hurt. Well Don
never had anymore trouble from Calvin and come to think of it, neither did
I.

    It didn't take long to figure out that we both liked to beat our meats
and thrash them we did. Everywhere. His house, my house, the woods, the
local tree-house, anywhere.  We both had about five inches of permanently
erect boy meat. We liked jerking together more than doing it alone and were
both jackin' at least twice a day.

   My family attended the local Baptist Church and I had heard about a
summer church camp, Camp Carson, just outside the Smokey Mountains National
Park. I thought it would be like going to Sunday school all day until one
of the older kids, Jerry, told us that it was really a lot of fun. "Yea you
go to a chapel program for an hour after breakfast, but then you do what
you want for the rest of the day. Last year all the boys in my room were
jacking off after lights out at night. We were having contests to see who
could shoot cum the farthest."

   "You could see the other boys doing it?" Don asked.

   "Yea, everybody had flashlights and every time one of the boys said he
was going to cum everybody put their light on him. It was cool."

   "Everybody did it?" I asked.

   "Well no, but almost everybody did. I think the others had little dicks
or something."

   That was enough for us. We both signed up for the 8 - 12 year old group
session for that summer. They had the 13 - 17 year old kids at a different
time. Three weeks later we finally boarded the church bus for the two hour
drive to Camp Carson with our bags of extra clothes and of course our
flashlights.

   The place was great. A group of rustic buildings with a large swimming
pool fed by a mountain creek which ran beside the complex ( ice cold water
) and the Smokey Mountains rising above. The building where we stayed was a
large log cabin type structure. Don and I found our room and staked out two
top bunks next to each other. Then we started exploring the camp. The
largest building had an auditorium for the chapel services and it also had
classrooms on the bottom level where they taught crafts, etc. if you were
interested. There was another building which was a cafeteria. There were
four smaller buildings which were the bunk houses.

   We spent a good part of the day watching busses arrive dropping off boys
from churches all over east Tennessee. Later we had our first meal at the
camp and were happy to learn that the food was great. After dark there was
a camp meeting around a bonfire and finally time for bed. The counselor for
our floor in the bunkhouse was a college aged kid named Blake. He was a
cool dude. One of the boys in our room asked him why there were no girls at
the camp that week. He said that he had heard that when they first opened
the camp they had boys and girls at the same time, in different bunkhouses
of course, but some of the girls took more than their crafts projects home
with them when they left. Some of the conservative Southern Baptists had
raised more hell than the Devil himself when their little girls had come
home pregnant.

   So finally, it was time for lights out. Our room had eight boys, all 11
and 12 years old. The younger boys were in other rooms. When Blake turned
out the lights and told us to hold it down and get to sleep, several of the
boys had their flashlights and beams of lights crisscrossed the room. No
one said anything for a couple of minutes. I looked over at Don just as he
announced to the group " I'm going to beat my meat!"

   "Me too" I chimed in as we both started to get our dicks in our hands,
the flashlights quickly finding both of us.

   "That's sinin'!"  a fat boy barked from one of the bottom bunks. He
spoke as if he was an authority on what sin was or wasn't. But he wasn't
ready for what came next.

   The words were hardly out of the boys mouth before Don was leaning over
the edge of his bunk and said "Fuck you Fatty!" as he extended his middle
finger. Some nervous laughter broke out but it was clear that Don wasn't
joking. He was ready to hop down off his bunk and whip some fat ass.

   Big Boy didn't have a reply for that, so Don and I settled back in our
beds and continued to stroke off. We felt like movie stars as the
flashlights followed our every move until we both shot cum up in the
air. There were some giggles from the other boys but I didn't see anyone
else jacking as I surveyed the room with my flashlight. What a bunch of
duds I thought as I drifted off to sleep.

   Blake woke us at 7:00 the next morning. The large bathroom on our floor
was busy with all the boys showering and cleaning up for the day. I saw
several boys with interesting dicks and two or three were semi-hard in the
presence of the other nude boys in the shower area.

   We next went to the mess hall for a good breakfast. This was followed by
an hour long chapel program which wasn't too bad. The main speaker outlined
some of the activities that would be available during the week. There were
craft classes, swimming lessons, woodcraft classes, one day dedicated to a
hike up into the Smokies to a falls on one of the creeks. All this and more
were available but we were not required to take any classes or go on the
hike if we didn't want to.

   As Don and I left the mess hall and started walking across the grounds
we heard someone running up behind us. "Hey guys! That was really cool what
you guys did last night. I wanted to beat-off with you guys bad." I
recognized one of the boys in our room, a thin boy a little shorter than us
"But you know the fat ass Freddy who called it sinnin' ?" Don and I
nodded. " He's the preachers son at our church and he tries to run
everything. You said 'fuck you Fatty' and I busted out laughing. Anyway, if
I had jacked off with you guys Freddy would have told everybody at church
and school."

   "Well, if he says another word to me he'll get a black eye." Don said
with a cool confidence.

   "He's a fat chickenshit. My name is Ricky what's yours?" after the
introductions we just walked in silence for a couple of minutes. I was
starting to like Ricky. He was eleven years old and was cute in his own
way. He had a friendly manner and a quick smile. I could tell that Don
liked him too as they joked about things they could do to fat Freddy.

   Finally Ricky asked "Do you guys jack more than once a day? I do. If you
wait until tonight, I won't be able to do it with you. We could go out in
the woods or somewhere and do it."

   I looked at Don. He shrugged and said "Why not?"

   "Why not?" I replied. With that the three of us were headed for the
woods. There was a main trail that led out of the camp up into the
mountains. We hiked up this trail for about half a mile.

   "Let's go check out those rocks." Don said. We could see a group of huge
boulders about a hundred yards off the trail. As we made our way slowly
through the forest floor to the rocks Ricky was showing off his boner in
his shorts. I was getting stiff from watching him pull on his meat as we
walked. When we got to the boulders. we found it to be a perfect place for
our activities. There were two huge boulders separated by about eight to
ten feet. Back in the middle of the two was a large flat rock that was
about knee high and which made a perfect seat for the three of us. To see
what we were up to, someone would have to walk over right in front of us as
the large boulders blocked the view from either side.

   Ricky immediately pulled his meat out and started to stroke. Don and I
were not far behind. "You guys both have big dicks!" Ricky said
admiringly. He was about four inches when hard.

   "Yea remember though that we are a year older than you." I said "you are
doing good."

   We continued to jack in silence for a couple of minutes. Ricky had a
broad grin on his face as his eyes darted from my dick to Don's as he
furiously pumped his own meat. "Have you guys done anything else besides
beat-off?" Ricky asked "you know, fuck a girl or get a blow job or
anything?" We just shook our heads.

   "You can't get any of the girls away from their mothers where we
live."Don said.

   "Yea, its pretty much the same around our town" Ricky answered "some of
the boys are into giving each other blow jobs though."

   "Somebody sucked your dick?" Don asked.

   "Yea, and that shit feels way better than your hand." He paused for a
couple of seconds. "You know, I mean if you guys want me to.....and if you
promise not to tell anyone from my church, I could...you know...show you
what it feels like."

   Don immediately stood up in front of Ricky and said "Suck mine"

   I saw Ricky lean forward, take Don's dick in his hand and then into his
mouth and start to bob taking more and more of the stiff boy meat in his
mouth with each bob. I was watching Don's face.  He was staring back into
my eyes as I saw his expression change from one of concern into a broad
grin, his eyes going wide with surprise at the pleasure he felt. "Hell yea,
show Charlie!" he said after a few seconds.

   When I felt Ricky's warm wet mouth slip over my hard dick I had to look
back at Don with the same look of surprise and joy. As Ricky began to bob
and apply suction "Hell yea!" escaped my lips.

   After a few seconds Don said "Suck mine some more." and Ricky obeyed. He
bobbed energetically on Don's meat for about a couple of minutes while he
rapidly stroked his own dick and then Don said "I'm going to cum." I was a
little surprised when Ricky didn't get out of the way. Instead, he kept
going and then I saw cum running out of his mouth and down his chin
"Sonofabitch!" Don said with his eyes closed as more cum ran out of Ricky's
mouth.

   This is too hot I thought. Ricky still had Don's cum all over his chin
as he swallowed once and then immediately went back down on my dick, Ricky
was good at this. You could tell by the way he was pumping his own meat
that he was also having a lot of fun. Just like Don, it wasn't long until
my cum was shooting out between Ricky's lips. As I filled his mouth he let
most of it run out and then I saw his dick explode and he shot cum all over
his t-shirt. I couldn't believe you could feel that good. I just looked at
Don and smiled.

   Well needless to say, after that Don and I felt like we had just robbed
the candy store. And I think Ricky felt the same way. We kept Ricky with us
everywhere we went and everything we did. Later that afternoon we explored
the basement area of the main chapel building. There were some rooms down
there that they used for craft classes in the morning, but there was no one
down there at the time. Don got Ricky to suck him off in one of the
classrooms while I watched the hallway for anyone coming down the
stairs. Then Don was the look-out as Ricky sucked me off. That night after
lights out, if anyone was jacking off, it wasn't one of the three of us.

   The next day we hiked down the valley following the mountain stream that
ran by the camp. We found another secluded spot and Ricky sucked us
off. Later we went back to the boulders and Ricky sucked us off. We
couldn't get enough. Ricky would spit one time and swallow the
next. Throughout the week the high point of each day was Ricky's
blow-jobs. Even the next Saturday morning when we had to get our stuff
ready as the busses were coming to pick us up, we found time to sneak down
to the same class room and get one last bj. We thanked Ricky for all the
fun. Unfortunately, the town where he lived was over a hundred miles from
ours but we promised we would be back next year and so did he.

   The next few days were boring as we settled back into our routine of
jerking ourselves off. Saturday I got Don to spend the night. We played
games until late. Finally we undressed, got on my bed, and started to
stroke. "Wish the hell Ricky lived around here" Don mumbled.

  "Yea, he looked so cute with my cum squirting out of his mouth" we both
laughed. We stroked in silence for a minute.

   "I know how we could both get a blow job." whispered Don.

   "How?" I asked.

   "Do each other."

   "You want to?"

   "I will if you will."

   I thought this one over for a few seconds. I remembered how good Ricky's
mouth felt on my dick. That did it. "You first" I said.

   Don did. He went down on me and bamb! I was back in
suck-off-heaven. After a few seconds he said "Do mine."  As my mouth slid
over his dick I could feel it twitch with excitement. Man was he stiff! I
was surprised that it wasn't unpleasant having your buddy's meat in your
mouth. "Let me cum first and then I'll suck you all the way off" he said
"Oh yea......oh yea......don't stop" he moaned as his hips started to move
in rhythm with my sucking.. I tried to bob the way Ricky had. "Here it
comes" Don said as I felt the warm wet stuff in my mouth. He kind surprised
me with how quick he busted. I hadn't thought this far ahead so I let most
of it run out of my mouth the way Ricky had done that first day.I had
tasted my own cum before and I could tell no difference in the taste of
Don's sperm. Don fucked my mouth a few strokes then pulled out.

   True to his word, he went right down and started giving me head. Again
the pleasure of his mouth brought me quickly over the edge. "Here I go!" I
warned just before I shot off in my buddies mouth. He surprised me by
swallowing most of it.

   "Here WE go!" he smiled back.