Date: 4 Jan 01 13:43:32 MST
From: Jeremy <gaywolf@usa.net>
Subject: Coats In the Snow

The following is a true story, only the names have been change (including
names of locations for legal reasons).  If you are under the legal age in
your area to be reading this then you really should not continue.  This
story contains graphic descriptions of sex between two teenage boys (one
being myself at that age).  This story occured at least 10-15 years ago but
is written in first person as if it is occuring today.  If you recognize
the people in the story and feel that one of them may be you then please
e-mail me with the real name of the people involved and the real name of
the location we were at. I'd really love to talk to this person again just
to see how his life is going now, even though I know the odds of him
reading this are astronomically against it occuring.  Anyone else may feel
free to e-mail any comments on this story to me at gaywolf@usa.net

			     Coats in the Snow

               Hello, my name is Darryl and I am a 14 year old baptist boy.
I also happen to be gay, though to most people who know I just say I'm bi
<because most people accept that more around here.  I have never had gay sex
before, actually I haven't had any sex before, but I know I'm gay 'cause I
get really turned on by other boys and the thoughts of doing sex things
with them, and the thought of having sex with girls (or even seeing them
naked) makes me ill. I am 5'8" 100lbs and quite skinny.  I have golden
blonde to light brown hair and brown eyes.  That being said, I would like
to relate to you a story that occured recently (It is 1986)

                I attend a small Baptist church that recently sent me to a
Baptist Camp in the Sierra Mountains at about 7000 foot Elevation.  It was
Winter so it was a weekend snow camp for junior high students.  I am not
incredibly popular in school because I am known as a "real good Christian
boy" but I do have a few good friends, none of which know that I'm gay.

                The first night of camp we had an "orientation" meeting in
the lodge.  Mainly bullshit about camp rules and stuff about not throwing
icey snowballs and no running in the cabin area etc.  The camp leader came
around to a point when he said "and remember that the boys stay on the boys
side of the cabin area and the girls stay on the girls side of the cabin
area.  Just think of them as the pink area and the blue area.".  Then a
really cute guy stood up and said "Well what about lavendar".  Mind you I
grew up in quite a sheltered environment and had no idea that lavendar was
a gay thing.  I just thought the guy was cool for making the joke.  So I
decided I'd introduce myself to him after the meeting which I did.  His
name was Dale and he was from Santa Rosa California (I think).  He is about
5'8" and I'm not sure of his weight, he's not fat, but he's not skinny
either.  I think he's quite cute actually.

               Well, here I am talking to this really cute guy who is
obviously (I guess to everyone else) gay, and I don't even know it.  In
fact, sex with him isn't even on my mind at the moment, when he tells me
"Look, I know we're not gonna know each other for long, but I feel like I
can trust you and I want you to know that I'm bisexual and I don't know but
I think it's a sin."  I honestly didn't know if being gay was considered a
sin or not, since it really wasn't the topic of our sunday school lessons
and I'd never asked.  I didn't think it was so we went and talked to a camp
counselor by the name of Moses.

               We talked with Moses in cabin number 8, I'll remember that
for the rest of my life.  He said that different people had different
opinions as to whether homosexuality was a sin and that he wanted us to
form our own opinion.  He pointed us towards a bible verse (Romans 1:27 if
you're interested) and left us with that thought.  Dale and I thanked him
and left.

                Dale and I walked up behind the cabin area and up into the
woods.  I think there was supposed to be a meeting at the lodge at that
time but Dale needed someone to talk with so we didn't go.  We just kept
walking up through the woods and eventually reached an area they called
"vespers" which is kinda a makeshift outdoor chapel deep into the woods,
separated from the rest of the camp.  We sat on one of the wooden benches
there and chatted for a while.  We discussed all kinds of things, but
mainly tried to help him overcome his guilt.  I finally broke down and
said, "I think I'm bisexual".  I don't quite remember his exact response
(the whole day is a blur) but I know that we decided to keep walking
further into the snowy woods.

                  We finally got to a place where we didn't want to walk
anymore and Dale layed his jacket out on the ground and I layed mine next
to his.  We sat on the ground and talked some more.  Dale told me he has a
boyfriend back at home but that it was an "open" relationship (a concept
that was quite new to me).  He even told me he plans on taking that guy to
the prom.  Well, my hormones got the better of me.  I couldn't keep my eyes
off of Dale's face.  We stared into each others eyes for some time and
ended up kissing.  Mind you, this is my very first time having a real kiss
with anyone (real meaning with tongue).  We eventually ended up laying on
the coats and feeling each other through our pants.  I'm not exactly sure
how it happened, but we eventually had each other's dicks out and were
playing with each other.  Somehow he brought up oral sex and I said I
wanted to try it.  He kept making sure I was absolutely sure of that, and
of course I was.  We ended up in a 69 position sucking each other.  His
dick smelled, tasted, and felt incredibly good in my mouth.  It was like it
was something I had always wanted but didn't know exactly what it was 'till
that moment.  When he took my dick into his mouth I must've jumped a foot
or two.  The intense pleasure of his warm wet mouth over my dry cold dick
was more than I had ever believed possible.  After a while of sucking Dale
said, "I'm going to cum soon, do you want to swallow my cum?".  I had never
heard of this before and wasn't sure if I should (remember that I was
naive).  I decided not to, but let him cum in my mouth anyways.  He then
asked if I would mind if he swallowed mine, and of course I said he could.
He came a lot in my mouth, so much I couldn't hold it all in.  It tasted
great, kinda sweet, very manly, not bitter at all.  I wanted to swallow it
at that point but was kinda embarrased to since I had said I didn't want
to.  So I ended up swallowing a little of it (actually, probably most of
it) and spit the rest into the snow.  Right at the same moment I felt my
self letting loose into his mouth.  He eagerly swallowed every drop of it.
We kissed for a little bit and then decided that we better get back to the
camp so that no one would miss us.  We got back, and no one noticed that we
had been gone.

               Unfortunately, I never saw Dale again after that weekend.  I
returned to that camp every summer and winter after that hoping to see him,
but he was never there again.  I guess I kinda figure why.  He was going
through a tough time with the religious stuff and probably even stopped
going to church.

               I went home that weekend a lot happier, but a lot more
confused.  Dale, if you should by some miracle come across this story and
recognize yourself in it, please e-mail me.  I just want to know how you
are doing, how life is treating you, what's been happening.  Dale, you may
or may not know that you were my first, but I remember you clearly.

               To everyone else, I really hope you enjoyed this true story.
Most of the stories I will post on here will not be true, but a few will.

GayWolf