Date: Thu, 5 Aug 2004 11:16:25 +0100 (BST)
From: "Number 8 Wire" <nos8wire (at) yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: First experience at soccer camp Part 1

DISCLAIMER: This story is based on real life experience, but some parts
were added for a more dramatic effect, and names have been changed to
protect the identities of the persons involved. Any coincidence with names
is purely a coincidence. Comments/suggestions please contact me at
nos8wire(at)yahoo.co.uk

I was formally known as sycowriter(at)hotmail.com but since hotmail decided
to delete my account for no reason, I am now nos8wire(at)yahoo.co.uk


First experience at soccer camp Part 1

My name is Steven and at the time of this experience I was about 11 years
old and very sexually naive not surprisingly at 11 years old. This was only
a couple of years ago. At the time I was about 5' tall, medium build (I was
a back), black hair and brown eyes.

I was in a local soccer team for a club just down the road from me and had
been for a couple of years. This year was the year that we would be taking
a trip to another club about 2-3 hours drive away and would be staying at a
motel.

My dad was the coach and my best friend's mother was also coming along to
support my dad in looking after 14 kids. We all meet at the local club in
the morning and all got onto the bus and headed off (to date I still can't
remember exactly where we went). After about 3 hours of playing around on
the bus and not really paying any attention to where we were going, we
arrived at the motel and unloaded everything and waited to find out where
we would all be sleeping for the next 4 nights.

We were told that rooms 2, 3 and 4 where ours. We all ran around the corner
to our room which the owner of the place told us to go. Room 2 was for the
parents and bus driver, it had 4 single beds in it, Room 3 had 4x bunk beds
and a single bed with the same in room 4.

Jason, Chris, Pete, Simon, David, Jesse and Philip went into Room
2. Myself, Oli, Ryan, Tommy, Carl, Paul and James were in Room 3, which was
cool since we were all closer friends than with the others.

We marked our beds with our bags and decided to go out and have a look
around and see what this place had to offer us. We didn't have anywhere to
go for about 5 hours, so we could do what ever we wanted as long as we
didn't leave the motel grounds.

This place was really cool for a 11 year old and being the first time away
from home made even that much better. This place had a big play ground with
swings, rope thing, trampoline and some other stuff, so we played around
there for awhile. Suddenly Paul comes running around the corner shouting
that he found an indoor pool over the other side of the motel and suggested
that we all go swimming. So we all run back to our room and hunt through
our bags for our swim wear. A couple of minutes later there were 7 boys in
various stages of dress.

I looked over at my best friend James and he was about to take off his
underwear while wearing nothing else and this feeling came over me. I
really wanted to see what was under those underwear for some reason. I
pulled my shorts down and with one eye on James I watched him pull his
underwear to show off his little peter. It didn't look any different to my
one really, but it was cool to see his one and compare it. He was totally
hairless like myself and he was probably about 1.5 to 2 inches long soft
and uncut like myself.

I quickly pulled my underwear off and put my swimwear on before I got hard
and got really embarrassed about it. While I was standing up I caught James
looking over at my little peter and he smiled at me which felt warm and
nice. I looked down at his little peter and noticed that it was starting to
get hard just like mine was. I got really embarrassed and pulled my swimmer
on quickly. James didn't seem to mind that he was getting hard and stayed
naked a little longer until he got totally hard and gave his little peter a
couple of flicks and put on his underwear. He was probably about 3.5 inches
when hard and his little balls were pulled up tight against his body.

(A quick description of what James looked like. He was the same height as
me about 5 foot, medium to thin build, dirty blond hair and brown eyes. In
my eyes he looked cute, but didn't really know that he looked cute until a
little later)

We all ran to the pool and jumped in and started to splash around for
awhile and played water basketball for awhile. After probably about 30mins
in the pool James came over to me at the edge of the pool where I was
resting for awhile and said "I am going to bathroom, follow me in a couple
of minutes." I said "Yeah ok, but why?" he didn't say anything just got out
of the pool and wondered off to the bathroom which was just behind where I
was resting.

I waited for awhile and then quickly looked around and everyone else was
busy playing to notice me getting out of the pool. So I jumped out and
walked quickly to the bathroom and entered and looked around. It was a
small bathroom with 2 urinals and 2 cubicles.

"Hey James, where are you?" I called out as I walked in.

One of the cubicle doors opened a little so I wondered over there and
pushed it open a bit and I couldn't see anyone in there so stopped and
looked around some more.

"Come in Steve", James said from behind the door.

So I walked in and he pushed the door closed and there standing in nothing
at all was James with his little peter point straight out in front of
him. I just stood there and looked at him not knowing what to do apart from
knowing that I wanted to look closer at his little peter. James locked the
door to the cubicle and stepped closer to me and looked into my eyes which
were still looking at his peter.

"You can touch it if you like", James said.

"Why would I want to touch it? That is gross", I said.

"Haven't you ever played with your own peter?" he asked.

"Yeah sometimes, but don't know why it feels good to play with it", I said.

"It feels even better when someone else touches it".

I looked at him and looked at his peter, then moved my hand to his peter
while stepping a little closer to him. I gently put my hand around his
peter and gave it a squeeze then pulled my hand away and looked into his
eyes. It felt kind of strange, soft and hard at the same time. His foreskin
was hanging over the end of peter probably about 1 inch long.

"What did you think?" he asked.

"It felt kind of strange, soft and hard at the same time".

"You can touch it again if you want".

I put my hand out and wrapped it around his peter and gave it a few
squeezes and held it tight for a few seconds.

"Can I touch your one?" James asked.

I thought about it a few seconds and then pulled my swimmers down and
showed off my little hard peter to him. He was the first person other than
myself to see me hard that I knew of.

He put his hand around my better which was the same size as James' one and
started to rub it up and down a few times. It really started to feel good
so started to do the same with his peter since it felt so good to me, I
thought it would feel just as good for him.

James moaned a couple of times as did I. We were really starting to get
into it and it was feeling really good. Suddenly I had a sudden urge to
pee, so I pulled James' hand off my peter and I pulled my hand of his.

"I need to pee", I said with urgency in my voice.

"No you don't, you are just getting closer to the good feeling", he said.

"What do you mean?"

"It is when you rub your peter for awhile it starts to feel really good and
then suddenly you get this flash of pleasure".

I was interested in this feeling and wanted to find out more about it and
experience it. So I put my hand around his peter again hoping that he would
get the idea that I wanted to find out about this pleasure. He knew exactly
what I was thinking and immediately put his hand around my peter and
started to stroke it again.

It was feeling really good and was totally into it when the sudden flash of
pleasure took over my whole body and made me start to shake uncontrollably.
It was the best thing I had ever felt in my life. My hand was still around
James' peter when he suddenly started to shake just like had done. We were
both totally dry, but it still felt really good.

I sat down on the closed toilet seat and rested a little while James lent
up against the door. We were both breathing heavily and feeling really good
inside. After probably a couple of minutes of resting I looked over at
James who was still breathing kind of heavy.

"That was the best feeling ever", I said.

"Yeah it was bad was it", he said.

"I never knew you could do that, I want to do it again it felt so good".

"Same, but I think we better get back to the pool before someone starts
looking for us".

I stood up and put my swimmers back and waited for James to get sorted. We
both walked out of the bathroom and jumped into the pool and started to
play water basket ball. No one seemed to notice that we were missing for
awhile since no one said anything. Well that is what we thought...


That is the end of Part 1.

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