Date: Fri, 16 Oct 1998 20:12:37 +0100 (BST)
From: Retailer <Retailer@POPULUS.net>
Subject: My First Time Away From Home

		       My First Time Away From Home

For almost every boy I guess the first time he stays away from home without
his family is something of a milepost on life's journey. For most boys it
is an event that has been largely forgotten - in detail at least. Others,
including myself have good reasons to remember the occasion very clearly.
This is a true account of what happened to me.

My first time away from home was when, for two weeks, I went to a summer
camp at 12 years of age with a close friend called David who was a year
older. At the camp we were allocated a two-man tent to share. I was pleased
about this but I had one reservation about it. Because I was unused to
doing it, I was rather shy about undressing with other boys around.  When
it came to bedtime on the first night, I waited until David was out of the
tent going to the washroom before I quickly changed into my pyjamas and got
into my sleeping bag.

When David came back, he zipped up the tent and then to my surprise,
stripped all his clothes off and then started searching in his rucksack for
his pyjamas. I had never seen David naked before nor any other boy come to
that. I was absolutely fascinated and just couldn't take my eyes off him
watching him move about and every now and then catching tantalising
glimpses of the most intimate parts of his body but at the same time
feeling that I should be careful not to let him notice me staring at him.

Eventually he discovered his mother had forgotten to pack his pyjamas and
so he got into his sleeping bag as he was.

I just couldn't get to sleep. By now I had a really tight hard on and I
couldn't get what I'd seen out of my mind and the thought that he was only
inches away from me still naked made me feel so excited. Knowing that I
would have a whole two weeks of seeing him undressed filled me with
pleasurable anticipation. In a strange way I envied David -- his unconcern
about me seeing him nude and I decided that the following night I would try
to overcome my shyness and let David see me naked. The thought of doing
this excited me even more.

Eventually I drifted off to sleep but a couple of hours later I was wide
awake again thinking about what I had seen earlier and aware of a familiar
discomfort in my penis. I could hear David's regular breathing and I
reached for my flashlight and with my hand covering nearly all the lens I
turned it on and looked at David sleeping peacefully. 

On a sudden impulse, I reached out, and took hold of his sleeping bag
zipper. I turned off my flashlight and slowly, little by little I gradually
inched the zipper half way down the length of David's sleeping bag. I
turned my flashlight back on - David hadn't stirred. I took hold of the
edge of the bag opposite his middle, and feeling my heart pounding inside
me, I gently lifted the edge of the bag. Laying down flat so as not to
disturb the bag any more than necessary I shone my flashlight and looked
under the edge. David was laying facing me, his knees slightly drawn up. To
my disappointment his hand was positioned so that it blocked any view I
might have had of his penis. I turned the flashlight off and thought:
`could I dare to try to move his hand without waking him?'

I decided I would risk it. Slowly, without turning on the flashlight I slid
my hand under the edge and felt for his wrist. Very gently I moved it away.
To my consternation, David began to stir and show signs of waking. I froze,
holding my breath. Then he was still again. A few moments later I turned
the flashlight on again and checked that he was still asleep. Once again I
looked under the edge of his bag and this time I could see him. His penis
and testicles were nestled between his thighs and tummy and I just laid
there looking at them, fascinated. 

A breathtaking thought came into my head - if I could hold his wrist
without waking him, could I touch his beautiful penis without waking him. I
turned off the flashlight and slid my hand underneath his sleeping bag
again. Very gently, hardly daring to breathe, I felt for him - he was warm
and soft and this time he didn't stir when I touched him. After a few
moments of letting my fingers just rest on his softness, I carefully took
him in my hand and after a few moments I just squeezed him very gently.
Almost immediately, to my surprise and excitement I felt his penis begin to
stir and soon David was hard in my hand. I so wanted to go on holding him
but I was sure he would wake up so I reluctantly withdrew my hand and
settled back in my own sleeping bag. 

The next morning, David was up and dressed before I awoke. I caught up with
him in the washroom. He asked me if I had slept OK and I said I had. When I
asked him the same question he said he had woken up in the early hours
feeling a bit cold. He said there must be something wrong with his sleeping
bag because the zip had come undone in the night. 

That evening, after the day's activities we were both very tired and I was
pleased when it was time for bed again. After I had paid my call to the
washroom I returned to the tent looking forward to seeing David nude again
so I was a bit disappointed when I found he had already settled down in his
sleeping bag. I resolved that I really would try and overcome my shyness
and let him see me naked this time. I took out my pyjamas and started to
undress keeping my back to David. When I was naked I took a deep breath and
turned round to face him. What an anti-climax, I found he had turned over
and was already fast asleep. I didn't think it was fair to wake him so I
just put my pyjamas on and crawled into my sleeping bag.

The next morning we both woke up together quite early. We lay side by side
just talking about this and that when right out of the blue David remarked
that he thought my penis was quite big when I had an erection (if I
remember correctly he used the schoolboy slang words of 'cock' and 'hard
on'). I didn't know what to say - had he watched me undress after all - I
was sure he had been asleep and anyway I hadn't had an erection so how
could he know what it looked like ?

I replied that as he had never seen me undressed how did he know?

He seemed to become a bit embarrassed and said he had a confession to
make. He went on to tell me that he had woken up in the night and found me
sound asleep. He had turned his flashlight on, unzipped my sleeping bag and
untied the cord of my pyjamas trousers. He'd then played with my penis and
made me go hard.

I didn't know what to say and felt embarrassed and guilty. I thought this
was his way of telling me that he knew what I had done to him the night
before. Then I noticed my sleeping bag was partly unzipped and when I put
my hand down to my waist I found my pyjama trousers were wide open.

David said he hoped I wasn't upset by what he'd done but he'd just wanted
to see what I'd got. I decided then to tell him what had happened the
previous night when I'd done the same thing to him. When I finished telling
him we stared at each other in silence for a few moments then we both burst
out laughing.

David said he had a great idea for the next night and would tell me about
it at bedtime. That night when we were both in the tent to get ready for
bed David told me to unzip my sleeping bag all the way and lay it out flat.
He did the same with his and laid it on top of mine and zipped the two bags
together to make one double sized one. He asked me if that was OK with me
and I said it was. I felt so excited I could hardly speak. David began to
undress and was soon sitting on top of the sleeping bag with nothing on. I
started to look for my pyjamas but David suggested that I slept naked too
so I undressed and sat down next to him. David said he wanted to have a
good look at me and told me to lay back. He explored my whole body - every
nook and cranny was inspected with his flashlight. When he had finished he
invited me to have a good look at him. By the end of five minutes our
bodies held no secrets for each other. 

We started to feel cold so we slid into the sleeping bag and turned off our
flashlights. We were both laying on our backs, not touching. We started
discussing the events of the day and after about ten minutes our
conversation lapsed into silence. After a few moments the silence was
broken by David who suggested we masturbate each other. (He used the slang
word 'wank'). Although I regularly masturbated at home I had never done it
to anyone else and I had never had it done to me by anyone else. I found
the idea exciting and I said I thought I should like that. He took hold of
me and started to rub and it was only a few moments before I climaxed.
David also came very quickly when it was my turn to rub him. Neither of us
was old enough to ejaculate but the dry climax I experienced was much more
exciting than when I masturbated myself.

After we had relaxed we turned and cuddled up to each other. I don't think
I've ever felt so close to anyone as I did to David that night. Before long
we were both asleep in each others arms. 

This set the pattern for the rest of the camp. Our activities didn't
progress any further, we were both content to give and receive the simple
pleasure of masturbation to help us off to sleep.

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Friday night at camp was different to the other nights. Normally 'lights
out' was at 10pm but on Friday night boys were allowed up and about until
midnight. There was usually a camp fire and afterwards groups of friends
would congregate together for a midnight feast or other activities. It was
also a night for the older boys to play practical jokes on the younger
ones.

After the camp fire David & I had decided we would go to bed. We went over
to the washroom block together. When we came out there was a group of about
eight or nine older boys waiting outside. It soon became obvious that it
was us they were waiting for. They seemed very menacing and told us we were
going with them and feeling very frightened we were led across the field,
through the gate into the next field and round behind the hedge that
separated the two. They started to say that they knew what we had been up
to, they'd seen our sleeping bags joined together and they'd been outside
our tent and heard us. There was a lot of jeering going on and we were both
red with embarrassment. The ringleader of the older boys called us 'dirty
little queers' and then he said that boys who were dirty needed to take a
bath.

It was then that I first noticed the sound of running water. Next to the
hedge was a standpipe and under the standpipe was a large old fashioned
enamel bath which the farmer who owned the field had put there as a
drinking trough for his cattle. The tap was running and the bath was nearly
full. 

David and I were each grabbed by three or four boys and despite our
struggles it wasn't long before they had stripped us completely naked. We
were then picked up by our arms and legs and slowly lowered into the
freezing cold water - me at one end of the bath and David at the other.
Hard as we tried to get out, we were pushed back and made to stay there.
The noise of all this soon attracted other boys and it wasn't long before
we were surrounded by about twenty boys all laughing at us and jeering and
making threatening suggestions like, 'Let's get the floor brush from the
washroom and scrub their dicks'. By this time, David and I were both in
tears.

We were eventually rescued by one of the camp leaders who had come over to
see what all the noise was. He sent the other boys away and told them not
to bother us again for the rest of the evening and then he told us to get
back to our tent. The last humiliation was finding the other boys had taken
our clothes with them so we were forced to run back to our tent naked.

When we got back from our enforced bath David and I crawled into our tent.
We were both in a very distressed state - me more so than David. We found
our towels - David dried himself and got into bed but I just sat on top of
the sleeping bag with my towel wrapped round me, frightened of further
attack, crying, shivering with cold and feeling as though we were some sort
of outcasts. 

After a short while one of the junior camp leaders, a boy of about 18 ,
came into our tent to see if we were alright. He was so kind to me - he sat
down beside me and put his arm on my shoulder and calmed me down. He
unwrapped my towel and gently and thoroughly dried me all the time telling
me I was safe now and there was nothing to worry about.

When he had dried me all over he helped me into the sleeping bag alongside
David, tucked us both in and zipped us up. He didn't say anything about our
sleeping bags being joined or that we had no pyjamas to put on. He even
told us to cuddle up to each other to get warm. He sat and talked to us and
reassured us that what we agreed to do together in our own tent was nobody
else's concern and that he would make sure we weren't bothered again.

Looking back, I suspect he may have been attracted to us - he certainly
dried me in a very intimate way but I didn't mind at all. He really helped
me to feel better about what had happened and I was so grateful to him for
his kindness. Just as he was leaving the tent, on an impulse I called him
back and told him I wanted to whisper something to him. As he bent down to
me to listen I wound my arms round his neck and in the darkness of the tent
hugged him tightly to me.

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Perhaps there are others who have a memorable first time away from home. I
would be very interested to hear or if you have any comments on my
experience, please email me at 

Retailer@POPULUS.net