Date: Tue, 09 Mar 2004 14:14:33 -0600
From: Paul Wilson <paulwilson45@hotmail.com>
Subject: IN A TENT

At age 11, my best friend was a boy up the street who was about a year and a
half older than me.  His name was Max.  At that age, it is more normal for
an older boy to not want to hang out with a younger one, but we were the
only boys anywhere near our age in the neighborhood, so we kind of grew up
together.  I liked him, and he always treated me very nicely.  He was always
touching me - nothing of a sexual nature, but little caresses, gently
squeezing my shoulder, sitting on the couch watching TV with his leg up
against mine, stuff like that.  I liked it.  I always felt warm inside when
he was touching me like that.

He joined Boy Scouts when he turned 11.  I couldn't wait to do the same, as
I saw him going off on all kinds of adventures.  When I finally turned 11, I
joined up, too, and we immediately became tent-mates on the monthly camping
trips.  We had always had a lot of sleepovers at each other's houses, so it
was just the natural thing to do.

The last camping trip of the year was in November, and it got pretty cold.
We sat around a fire at night keeping warm, and when it was time for bed,
Max suggested we zip our sleeping bags together to help us keep warm.  I
quickly agreed, since I was afraid it was going to be a cold night.  Luckily
we had identical sleeping bags, so that wasn't a problem.

We zipped them together then climbed in, shivering.  Pretty soon the
Scoutmaster came around and warned us not to sleep in the clothes we'd been
in all day because they were full of moisture and would make us cold during
the night.  He said it was better to sleep with nothing on than in damp
clothes.  So Max and I disrobed inside the bag.  I was surprised to see that
he even removed his underwear, which gave me a delicious little naughty
feeling, so I did too.

So here we were, naked in the same sleeping bag.  Max put his leg up against
mine like he so often did, and it felt really neat.  "If we lay against each
other, we'll warm up faster," he said, and rolled over onto his side,
pressing into me.  I was surprised to feel myself getting a boner because it
felt so nice, and naughty to boot.  I was afraid of Max feeling it, so
didn't roll toward him.  But soon I felt a hard little projection pressing
into my hip, and I knew he had one, too.  That was strangely exciting to me.
  Pretty soon we were rubbing our boners against each other, and it felt
really good.  This was an entirely new sensation for me; I'd never played
naked games with anyone else before, though I did sometimes by myself.  I
felt a kind of arousal that I'd never felt before.

Soon Max's hand started roaming all over my body.  He caressed my neck and
collarbone, then my chest and stomach, and then felt around my crotch.  He
finally got to my penis and balls, and gently felt them and played with
them.  I did the same to him, and it was neat to feel his hardness - the
first I'd ever felt besides my own.

Max then gripped my penis between his thumb and forefinger, and started
rubbing up and down and rotating around, stimulating me just below the head
of my penis.  It felt wonderful.  "You ever do this to yourself?" he
whispered.

"No, but it feels good," I replied.

"Let me do this for a while and you'll see how good it can feel."  He kept
doing it for maybe five minutes, and I could feel an irresistible tension
forming.  I could tell something was going to happen, but didn't know what.
He could sense I was getting close, and held on a little tighter and rubbed
a little faster, and suddenly it hit me.  I felt a throbbing that felt
better than anything I'd ever felt before.  I was completely tense, and the
waves of pleasure engulfed me.  I cried out, and Max shushed me, but I was
breathing hard enough that I was sure the guys in the next tent could hear
me.  But I couldn't help it.

I finally calmed down, and Max let go of me and instead gripped his own
penis.  He was kind of half rubbing it and half humping me in my groin where
my leg met my lower stomach.  He didn't last long, and tensed and lay still,
pushing into me, and I could feel his penis jerking.  And when it jerked,
little jets of warm, thick liquid shot out all over my penis and balls.  He
was moaning softly, saying it felt so, so good.  He was out of breath just
like I had been.

We just lay there like that for a few minutes, and then he grabbed his
underwear and wiped us off.  "You like that?" he asked.

"Yeah, that felt great.  I've never felt anything like it.  How'd you learn
to do that?"

"My cousin taught me that two years ago.  I do it all the time.  I've wanted
to do it with you, but could never get up the nerve to try until tonight.
Being told to take off our clothes was perfect."

Well, we did a lot of feeling and rubbing that night, and never did get
cold.  It was a good way to keep warm.  And before we got up in the morning
we did it again, so were nice and warm while we got dressed.  The funny part
is that the semen he'd wiped up with his dirty underwear was frozen, so they
were stiff when he used them to wipe up again.

Now that the ice was broken (no pun intended), we started doing that
whenever we could.  We had several years of great sex play until he went
away to college and left me to do it alone.