Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2014 22:04:01 -0500
From: Cee McF <ceemack@hotmail.com>
Subject: I Missed My Bud 1

This is just a story.  It's loosely based on a couple of boys I know.  And
a camp story.  And an actual friend of mine.  I've read stories for years
now, even sent donations because I loved reading them.  I probably should
have been studying but it was too boring in my dorm.  If you guys want to
keep reading stories on this site, you really should donate some money so
that they can keep it going.  If you want me to keep writing, let me know
if its any good.  I didn't get too deep into it, it could be just the
start.  Tell me if it's any good or if I just suck ceemack@hotmail.com

I MISSED MY BUD

I missed my bud.  Every summer my BF goes to summer camp.  I've told my
parents that I wanted to go with him many many many times.  I know we are a
lot poorer than his family but I don't think that it's all that much money.
And both of my parents went to camp when they were kids.  Both tell me it's
not all that great a thing.  They have just about convinced me that the
only reason that I want to go to camp is because I want to be with my BF
Will.  Well, yea.

Will and I haven't been doing anything sexual.  When we were in 1st and 2nd
grade, we did some playing around when naked but it was little kid stuff.
After that, it was no big deal to be naked with each other.  It wasn't like
I always wondered what he looked like or how big his boner was.  I hadn't
seen his boner all that many times.  Usually it was when we had to get up
and get going in the morning.  We would stand there at the toilet and tried
to pee and had to wait for the swelling to go down.  We had a few little
pubes, no big deal.

We talked about girls, and dating, but we didn't talk about what we could
do with girls. At least while naked.  We did make a few gay jokes, not that
there was anything wrong with that.  Basically, we had a nice clean
relationship.  No sex.

My mom wouldn't let me go over to Will's on the day they brought him back
from camp.  She thought it was better to let him rest for at least one
night.  And that is how I did every summer.  The last two summers were the
first times we had text.  And at least we got to text when he left the camp
and when he got home.  The last text I sent before I went to bed was `c u
in mornin'.

I waited until 9 AM and then hurried over to his house.  I rang the
doorbell and I heard Will yelling that he was coming.  A few seconds later,
he answered the door, dressed in just shorts, and with towels wrapped
around his hands.  I figured he just got out of the shower.  We normally
fist bump to say hello.  We tried but it was too weird, so we went to our
second hello, chest bump.  As soon as our chests were heading towards each
other, I tried to back up as fast as I could!  His chest looked like it was
covered in big nasty zits!  And as our chests hit, I could feel them on my
skin.

"Oh geez! What the hell happened to you?" I asked as my eyes went wide.

"Man! BUGS!  Friggin' Bugs!  All camp long.  Mostly mosquitos but shit that
lives in the sand, chiggers, and I think even got bit in the friggin
water."

Will went on to explain that he was itching so much that he had to put the
towels over his hands to keep from scratching.  I could tell where he had
already scratched so much that it was really bad looking.  He had that pink
calamine lotion dried on little spots as well as some big patches.  Will
went down a list of how he kept getting bitten.  When they were at the lake
in just swim suits, he got bit from mosquitos.  They played paintball and
when he was crawling to get into position, he knows that he had to get
bitten.  Camping out was worse, he woke up with more bites.  And he made me
laugh when he talked about skinny dipping to get the `worst ones'.  He
described getting is butt bit, and his balls bit, and his dick bit.

When he said his dick was bit, I looked down at his shorts, and the leg was
open enough for me to see up it and I could tell he had no undies on.  I
started getting a boner.  In my head, I was telling myself, or my dick
actually, to stop that!

We talked about better stuff at camp.  All the things that he got to do and
all the weird stuff that happened.  He even said that he had a GF while at
camp.  I asked he that was fun.  He gave me a good smile and said he would
tell me later.  I knew that meant that nothing really happened.  I didn't
like to admit that nothing ever happened with me and a girl either.  He
didn't have any pics, at least not yet.  He didn't want to download them to
the computer until his parents weren't around.  He said it wasn't that bad
but he didn't want them to make big deal out of somethings.

Will was squirming the entire time.  He was sitting on towels that were
spread out on the couch.  Little pinks spots of the calamine were all over.
When he did a big squirm and groaned about itching, it got us talking about
his bites.  Then he got almost whispering; "You don't have to do it but you
may be the only one who could.  I mean the only one I would let do it.  If
you don't want to, its fine.  But if I got to be embarrassed, I'd rather be
with you.  If you think it's too gay, you don't have to.  It's just that
it's just driving me FUCKING ASS CRAZY!!"

I was a little more than scared and I said; "What are you talking about?  I
may do it.  Just tell me."

Will got into that voice that means he was almost crying and he told me
that he got bug bites all over... ALLLL over.  On his butt, between his
legs, on his junk.  And he couldn't get to everything and when he tries, he
would start scratching and just make it worse.  I started getting the idea
when he said; "If you would use that stuff on my bites, I would be your
best friend."

He told me he didn't mind if I laughed and that I could make fun, just do
it for him. He said he just took a shower so it wasn't grungy down there.
I went from not really thinking about his junk, to looking up his shorts
leg and getting more interested, to wanting to see it all.  I gave him an
answer that I hoped sounded like I would do it just because he was so
desperate but I would probably hate it.  I was actually thinking that it
was going to be kewl.  Kewl in a way that I was going to do something that
wasn't really a good thing, in fact, it was going to be more than gross but
I was going to be a man and just do it.  It was like the way I thought
about how those doctors feeling boys' balls for sports physicals, or
changing babies diapers, or washing out the slime at the bottom of the
kitchen trash can.  Yes, I threw up trying to do that.

I said I would do it.  Will said that there was no way that he could let
his mom or dad do it or even know there was a problem.  I said that if it
helped, I would do it.  Will said that he couldn't get to some of them.  I
said I'd get to all of them, even the worst ones.  Will said that he
started scratching when he tried.  I said; "JUST LET ME SEE SO I CAN DO
IT."

Will stood up, and he pulled his shorts down.  I say his dick, the same
size when I last remember but a lot more pubes!  We both had some, not a
big huge bush but enough.  But his started to get thick. I was thinking
that it was probably more than a month before he went to camp since I last
saw.  I would look, more to make sure my junk was still normal.  Then I saw
some of the bites.  Oh my gawd!  They were all over his belly and legs and
a couple on his dick.  And where his undie waistband was, looked like a red
belt.  I was amazed.  He had more bites under his shorts than on the rest
of him.  He pulled up his balls and there were lines of bites on his sack.
He said that I could laugh.  I was too amazed to laugh.  Then he turned
around and all over his butt and down his legs were red bumps.

Then he asked me if was ready for the worst part.  I guess I said yes, and
he bent forward and pulled his butt cheeks apart.  MAN!  I jumped back.
Really because that is what you do when you see an asshole!  It was scary
just by itself.  I think we were 5 years old the last time I say his
asshole.  I came back and looked.  At first, I was just studying what an
asshole looked like, in real life.  Then I saw the bites, and the blisters
or whatever, more like big zits.

He turned around and I felt so bad for him that I put my hand on his leg
and rubbed it gently.  I didn't even think about my hand touching his butt.
I stood up and my hand was rubbing along his back.  I told him how sorry I
was for him.  And I would really help him all he wanted.

After shaking up the caladryl, fancy calamine, I asked him where to start.
He said his balls were the worst.  I said "Oh geez", quietly.  I never
touched another boy's balls ever.  I kneeled down and was face to face with
his junk.  He pulled up his sack and I started dabbing the stuff on.  I
made myself touch his sack and act like an adult about it.  It was a very
strange feel, soft loose skin and hard balls underneath.  I covered most of
his sack and between his legs.  I wouldn't admit it at the time but I was
starting to like feeling his balls.  I could also smell them.  It smelled
like the time that Will pulled his undies over my head.

When I coated his balls, he let go of his sack.  And then looking at me eye
to eye was his boner.  I blinked but I kept looking at it.  Will said he
was sorry about it.  Then he laughed, I laughed and then he swung his hips
back and forth, making his dick slap against his belly.  I did ask him if
he wanted me to do his dick.  He pointed to two bad bites.  I was so
careful and light when I touched his dick.  Both of us were holding our
breaths.  When I just barely touch his dick, he jumped like I shocked him
with electricity.  I said I was sorry, he said he was sorry.  We got ready
again.  He jumped a little when I touched him but I did get both spots
done.  And I was so boned up myself right then that it was hurting.  I
probably should have stood up but I was lost in my own thoughts about how
great looking his dick was.  It looked like a Greek statue, just harder and
bigger.

When I stood up, we made eye contact.  He smiled with a shy smile and I
felt like I did when I first kissed a girl, a girl who was my GF.  He told
me that he needed to just let it dry for a minute.  As we stood there, I
told him, jokingly, to swing it back and forth to help it dry.  He did, we
laughed.  And I snuck a hand into my own shorts and pulled my boner so that
it wasn't bent.  Oh, that felt good, both the unfolding and the little bit
of my touching my dick with my own hand.

I did a few more spots on his chest.  We just looked at each other, quietly
and calmly.  I noticed that his breath smelled like his balls.  I guess
there is just an odor for each person.  The caladryl had to have been dry
for awhile when I asked him where the other bad spots were.  And he looked
up at the ceiling and his knees almost buckled, he said in a voice that was
choked up like he was trying not to cry, that it was his hole.  And he
started apologizing for even asking me to do it.  And we both agreed that
he would owe me.  I was calm enough that he relaxed and wasn't as worried
about it.

We moved his towels to the footrest and he got down and leaned over on it.
I got on the floor and looked right at his butt.  I had seen his butt for
years but rarely ever thought about his hole.  His butt was the place that
I would slap or punch, just because. We asked each other if we were ready.
And he pulled his butt cheeks apart.  I had a really good look at his hole.
Those bites were really nasty looking sacks of pus.  It was so friggin
gross.  They actually jiggled a little.  I told him that I should look at
them before using the caladryl.  I put my finger on one and pushed it
gently, I moved my finger a little and his asshole puckered and it looked
like it was trying to swallow my finger.  I was thinking; "oh man! I'm
touching an actual asshole!"

It was obvious that it was going to take more than pink stuff to handle
these.  I convinced Will that they needed to be popped.  I found a sewing
needle in a cabinet.  We used a lighter to sterilize it.  I really wondered
if it mattered if we sterilized the needle if I was punching a bag of pus
with an asshole right there.  As I lined up, I put my hand on his butt
cheek.  He started saying; "o wow o wow".  I told him that I hadn't even
started yet.  He just said; "oh".

I just barely prick the first one and it opened up and about half the pus
came out.  I squeeze and more came out.  Then I realized that my finger was
actually on his asshole.  I kinda liked it.  I did the second zit and did
the same squeezing.  He moaned from then on. After all the pus that would
come out, came out, I kept putting my fingers right against his hole.  It
was fun watching it pucker and release.

I didn't think it was a good idea putting the caladryl on it.  At least I
needed to kill the germs.  I knew that alcohol would kill the germs, and I
found it under the sink and I think I lit a fire under Will.  If it hadn't
been his asshole hurting, it wouldn't have been that funny.  He did tell me
to quit the alcohol and use the cream in the tube.  It must have been good.
He was moaning like he was snuggling with a teddy bear.  I smeared the
cream longer than I needed to but once I had touched an asshole, I decided
to keep going and try to enjoy it.  I had never seen an asshole that close
or for that long.

I finally quit rubbing the cream in.  I was enjoying it but I felt like I
was already taking too long.  I was waiting for Will to tell me to stop.
He said it felt good just rubbing on the itchy spots.  I was thinking that
I needed to come help him the next couple of weeks!

He moved so that he was laying on his back on the foot stool.  His boner
was pointing straight up.  He told I couldn't laugh at it, because I was
the one who help make it that way.  I still laughed.  And although, I had
seen his dick hundreds of times, and even his boner many times, it was the
first time that I was looking at it that much.  As I was putting little
dabs of pink on Will's chest and legs, I kept looking at his dick.  I
thought it was hilarious when it would move when the talked and when it
would bounce when he laughed.

I had to adjust my own boner several times.  I even messed up and got
caladryl on my shorts as I stuck my hand inside.  When I thought I was done
with his front, he laid there to let it all dry.  I tried to look at his
face but I watched his dick go limp.  I liked the way it looked at only
about 25% hard.  Just a little arch and thick.

I told him everything was dry and had him flip over.  I did most of the
back of his legs and then went to work on his back.  I could tell how far
he could reach. The ones that he could scratch were worse, big scabs and
red around them.  I got all I saw and just completely covered the red belt
around his waist.  And I could tell that Will fell asleep.  A new wanting
was in my body.  I knew what he looked like naked, I didn't care that much
before.  But now, as he was asleep in front of me, I could look all I
wanted.  I even thought that I wanted him to flip over so I could see his
dick.  I looked him over, I smelled his pits, I sniffed his butt.  Mostly
smelled like caladryl but enough of him came through.  I got up and close
to his butt and looked.  I put my face right up next to his, and looked.  I
knew he was cute but cute wasn't something that I used to care about.  We
had even shared the same pillow many many times when sleeping together.
Now, with his lips bent by the pillow, I wanted to kiss them, or lick them.

I had a big wave of guilt come over me.  It was just all of a sudden that
it hit me.  I wasn't into being straight or gay, never thought about it too
much.  My favorite teacher was gay, my aunts were gay, but then I knew and
loved a lot of straight people.  To me, Will was my best friend and we did
stuff together.  Then all of a sudden, I had sex in my mind.  My boner was
there because of a sexy thing, not just morning wood or that it was 4th
period in school.  The guilty thought made me move, I had been sitting and
looking.

I still had the front of Will's shins and his butt.  Not between his
cheeks, just his butt.  I started covering the little bumps again.  I did
one and it was like it was biting back.  I put my finger on it again and
when I moved, I felt something sharp.  And I moved my whole hand over a big
area.  I felt more sharp points and it woke up Will and he cussed.  He
thought I was sticking him.  I told him what it was and I could tell he
remembered something.  I looked closely and it was little zits with
stickers in them.  Will said he fell in a sticker bush when swimming.  He
sent me for the tweezers.

I didn't do tweezers, whenever I got a sticker, it was Mom time.  She was
great at it.  But there was no way that Will was going to let his Mom do
this.  I got lucky with the first one, I did the easiest first anyway.  And
worked my way around.  Then I heard Will say; "back up, back up, back up!"
I asked; "what?"

And he said; "BACK UP" one more time and then BBBBBBBLLLLLAAATTTTTTT!!!!!
OMG he farted like he had been saving up for 3 weeks!  I had moved back
just enough, but I still acted like I caught the entire blast.  I didn't
really smell anything.  I stood up and back off a few feet.  Will started
laughing so hard!  I did love it when I could get him to laugh like that.

I got the last of the stickers and covered them with a mix of cream and
caladryl.  We stood up and I told him I wanted to wash my hands.  He joked
that he would too if he had his hands in my butt.  I was thinking about the
caladryl, not a thing about the butt work.  I went to their little bathroom
by the kitchen, I washed my hands, and before I reached for a towel, I
started jacking off!  BLAP BLAP BLAP... I was hitting it hard.  In about 20
seconds, I was shooting!  The fastest jack I ever did.  I was still horny
but much better.

And what happens the rest of summer...?