Date: Thu, 20 Oct 2005 23:09:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mouse
Subject: My True Stories: Part 14 - The 90 Strokes

Author's Note:  This is the 5th installment of 8 in the camp series
(Cabin 7) of my true stories of my childhood corporal punishment and
sexual encounters that occurred 3 summers ago. After these chapters I
will bring you up to date on my current corporal punishments I receive at
age 15 from my friend Gary and his little sister.  If this is not your
cup of tea then please read elsewhere.  If you are like me and this is a
turn-on please read forward as I write it with an erotic flair though
keeping everything as factual as possible.  Back to Cabin 7.

Things had steadily progressed since those first nights of spankings.
Ethan and I were having sexual encounters late every night in either his
bunk or mine. Neither of us had started puberty yet but we new what felt
good.  Looking back now, I am sure everyone in the cabin new what we were
doing.  During the day we kept up the facade of he-men or he-mice, with
nobody mentioning what they already new about the night's prior
activities.  Occassionally some other boys would sneak into each others
bunks for the same thing though it was very rare compared to Ethan and I.
This went on until two days before the end of camp, the summer I was 12.

Our nightly sex games were starting to get more passionate and making Jim
almost rattle out of the top bunk.  He would politely fake sleep talk and
mumble or clear his throat to get us to settle down so he could go back
to sleep.  We decided we must try to be more discrete about our wild
orgies. Ethan had brought one of those colorful blowup air mattresses
that you lay on in pools to camp for use in the lake. This was our near
perfect solution.

That second to last night we made sure the mattress was inflated and
lying in wait on the cabin floor next to Ethan and Jim's bunk.  After
lights out, I did the usual trip to the Johns to relieve Big Ed.  When I
quietly came back in, I tip-toed over to the air mattress instead of my
bunk.  Ethan was there, nude, fully erect waiting for me.

"Guess you are in the mood," I whispered.

"Have been since we woke up this morning."

I could see his three inch erection in the darkness of the cabin.  It
seemed almost to have a red ribbon tied around it in it's proud
stature.  I slid down my underwear exposing my own huge two plus inch
hard-on and carefully laid down on top of Ethan. We did not bother to
cover our selves at all. We skipped the foreplay of giving back and butt
rubs and started right into balling.

"Am I smashing you?"

"Heck no, you're perfect," he exclaimed.

"Yeah, I no that, but am I smashing you?"

He giggled and said; "Quiet or you will wake somebody up."



We both started breathing really hard as our super hard dicks rubbed
against each others' groin area. His was a good inch longer, but mine
was a lot thicker.  After only minutes on the soft air mattress we both
came a dry cum that sent shivers up and down our bodies.  We lay there in
the cool air of the cabin hidden in that dense forest holding each other.
It was perfect.  After about ten minutes we were ready to have a go at it
again.  I slid down and started sucking his penis.  He was super hard in
seconds.  I liked French kissing the tip even though I had never
Frenched-kissed a boy (or a girl for that matter).  Appearantly I was
good `cause Ethan came in seconds.  As I do not really cum well from
being sucked, Ethan immediately rolled over on his stomach so I could rub
off on his small round bottom.

I started rubbing very hard and fast in his butt crack.  My breathing
could wake the dead, as if any boy with a sex drive in that cabin would
sleep through that racket.  Between the breathing and the air mattress
sliding and squeaking against the cement floor, we later decided most
animals in the forest across the lake were aware of  our lust as well. I
was just about to cum again, ignoring Ethan's pleaded whispers to
"shhh."  Then it happened.

BANG!

Came the report of what sounded like a shotgun blast in the cabin. I felt
Ethan drop an immediate 6 inches to the cement slamming us both to the
floor with a grunt. Every flashlight in the cabin was on and pointing at
our two tangled naked bodies on the floor.

There was total silence.  After about 30 long seconds I heard Doug say;
"Hey they popped the air mattress!"

Then everyone broke out in laughter.  All except Ethan and I.  Doug was
out of his bed and snapped on the lights. Both Ethan and I were still in
shock.  Others soon were piling out of their bunks to get a better view
of our bodies. As we stood up between the bunks, Doug walked past and
snatched up the air mattress to examine it.  Our erections were slowly
dying.  Neither of us made any attempt to hide them at this point.

"I thought so^ÅA fish hook!" Doug was holding up a small silver hook
for all to see.

Ethan and I were bumping uglies a little to close to the wall where the
fishing rods were kept. In all my humping I had pushed our air mattress
right into one.

It was still before midnight and our waste of a counselor was not back
from his nightly frolicks with his boyfriend so it was just us.  Doug
took charge right away.

"Okay did you really think we didn't know you two were queer?"

"Yeah!^Å did you think we were deaf or fast sleepers Mouse?" said Drew.

"Well I was sorta hoping." A very meager response I wish that I had not
bothered to utter.

Then the chant started; "Punishment! Punishment! Punishment!"

Everyone joined in and to my surprise so did Ethan.

Doug spoke up once again: "Hey - not tonight, I want to be awake to whip
these two! We will carry out their whippings tomorrow during rest hour."

And with that and a few deflated moans, cabin seven returned to their own
bunks.

I  laid there in the dark thinking to my self. Every now and then I would
have to repress a giggle.  Sure I was embarrassed at being caught, but
the thought of how it happened overwhelmed me.  Poor Ethan getting the
air pumped out of him with my furious hip thrusts and then the loud bang.
I started to giggle out loud.

"Keep it up Mouse! You won't be giggling when you are whipped with the
90 strokes with ridding crop!"

Not sure now, but think that was Doug's command.

I could already feel the sting of the crop on my bare butt and the
embarrassment it would bring in front of the entire cabin. Still my
giggles and then a few others continued in the dark for the next ten
minutes until one by one we all drifted off.



Author's note; Chapter 15 will conclude summer camp of my 12th year.
Watch for; "The Application of the 90 Strokes."