Date: Mon, 2 Aug 1999 14:15:38 EDT
From: Teenbo1234@aol.com
Subject: The Last Campout

This story is about boys having sex with each other. If this offends you -- 
DON'T read it!

This is a story about Jeff, my teenage lover, and I at the age of 14. All of 
the events really happened but not all at the same time. I took all of the 
sex sessions and wove them into one story as a tribute to my former 
boyfriend/lover, who at 16 was forced by his family to move away, 1200 miles 
away, and I miss him. 

The Last Campout
by
Michael Jacks

    It was a great dream, but now it is over because something is waking  me 
up -- it's brushing back and forth across my nose. I open my eyes and see 
dark crotch  and legs -- smooth, hairless -- almost suffocating me. Jeff's 
doeskin-like ballsack is waving back and forth across my face. As I focus I 
can see his strong hand working surely and quickly along his slim and 
hairless shaft directly above my eyes. His arm and chest muscles ripple under 
the exertion. I can help him. I take his luscious teen balls into my warm, 
moist mouth and he moans. I roll them around and around caressing them with 
my tongue -- sucking gently. My hands go to his perky little nipples -- hard 
and erect from his lust. He strokes his 14 year old, hairless dick, I suck 
his balls and caress his nipples. He moans and rocks in the ecstasy of the 
moment. I bring one hand to his dick and ease his hands off. I stroke, long, 
slow and deep. Several strokes later, still sucking his ballsack, I trade and 
take his slim, hairless almost-cock into my eager mouth as I massage his 
balls with one hand and play with his nipples with the other. I suck harder 
-- his penis is straining outward, filling my young mouth, about ready to 
explode. It feels so good as it pulses and bobs between my lips. The musky, 
teen smell infusing my nostrils. Jeff moans loudly as he rams his dick into 
my mouth repeatedly. I open and take all I can and suck for all I'm worth. He 
grunts and groans a long, loud sigh as he releases his load of teen spunk in 
two squirts, down my eager throat. He turns around and plays with my penis, 
which is now hard and waiting for the attention of my best friend. 
His hands are full of pleasure as he runs them across my thin pubes, hairless 
ballsack and along my thick cock. At 14 also, I have a cute inch wide  ring 
of hair around my dick and my balls hang really low. They are now slapping my 
legs as Jeff maneuvers his hands along my shaft and takes my balls in his 
mouth. I'm still sucking on Jeff's penis as it softens a little. My groin is 
coming alive, fire is ripping though my system as Jeff's young, but expert 
mouth, works my thick shaft. He tickles my balls and inner thighs as he sucks 
up and down my dick. I sigh and open my mouth a little, still trying not to 
let his supple, young penis go. His other hand is roaming all over my body 
and I am having trouble concentrating on his dick because mine is wildly 
craving the attentions it so richly deserves. I hump softly into Jeff's 
mouth. He gags a little because of my thickness. I'm about five and a half 
inches long and nearly five inches around. Jeff's trying-to-remain-hard dick 
is four and a half inches long and about three to four inches around. I'm hot 
-- Jeff's even hotter as his dick re-erects in my mouth. I start sucking 
again and his efforts double. My back arches a little as my penis erupts with 
spurts of white-hot lava filling Jeff's mouth. He sucks, and slurps and gags 
and swallows my cum. I suck hard on his shaft and he grunts and spurts a 
little more gism into my mouth. He rearranges himself on top of me so that we 
are face to face and dick to dick. Our hands cup each others spent tools and 
ballsacks. His face lies on my chest, close to my face. Our eyes meet and we 
each mouth the word, `thanks'. He reaches up to my face with his lips and for 
the first time in our young, lovemaking lives, he kisses me, softly and 
gently, on my mouth. I enjoy his warmth. His lips brush and cover mine. I 
return the action eagerly, almost surprised at the moment, but deeply pleased 
that we can not only feel good together but that, as I am beginning to 
realize, he loves me and I love him right back. We kiss and cup each others 
privates for a while as we drift off to sleep.
    This was to become our new technique. For the next two years we would get 
together as often as we could. Campouts, sleepovers in his room, in my room 
or out in my backyard in "our" tent. Every night and sometimes during the 
day, we would make love -- we really liked masturbating each other.  
    We had joined the same Scout Troop at 11 and have been tentmates since 
then. When we were 11, (that seemingly magic age for all) we had gotten in 
the habit of sending messages to each other, instead of talking, by writing 
the letters of the words on each others bare backs and trying to guess those 
letters. One night Jeff rolled over and I continued tracing letters on his 
chest. His nipples perked up and so did our dicks. I noticed them pushing out 
at the crotch of our  jockeys; I'm sure Jeff did too.  I'd been hard while 
touching Jeff's back before but I didn't know he got hard too. Trying to be 
sneaky, I would tickle his chest and sides and he would sigh. I would trace 
another word and try to flourish it down across his bulging shorts. Soon my 
attention to his bulge was as constant as the tracing of letters. He laughed. 
 I traced a little harder and pulled the front of his briefs down and his 
penis popped out. I tickled it. Jeff reached down and slid off his shorts. I 
continued to tickle, touch and stroke my fingers along his smaller and 
hairless penis. He reached over and pulled off my shorts and my burgeoning, 
hairy penis popped out and he touched it and stroked it.  That night it just 
happened. We touched, came and knew it was good. 
    I had always used the thumb and index finger of both hands to stroke 
myself but Jeff taught me, that night, that all you needed was one hand. Over 
the next couple of years we masturbated regularly, ourselves and each other; 
played strip poker; took nude, moonlight walks over the fields near my house; 
traced letters on each other's backs while sitting on the great limb of the 
willow tree out back; slept naked under the stars and skinnydipped on 
campouts. We stroked each other every night we were together.  After about a 
year of beating each other off we progressed to sucking each other. 
    One night, I was intent on stroking Jeff's now much larger, peach-fuzzy  
penis, and my face was close to his crotch. As I stroked, I leaned in to 
smell of his musk, I got so close that my lips touched the tip of his penis. 
I looked at him and his eyes popped open. I smiled to myself, as I'm sure 
that he smiled to himself. I touched his dickhead with the tip of my tongue, 
tasting of it's warm, saltiness. I ran my tongue around his dick and Jeff 
swooned. I got up the courage and slurped onto his straining, purple hard-on, 
still with peach-fuzz and no real hair, but it sure was big for 12. I sucked 
a little longer and then stroked him furiously until he spouted his semen all 
over his belly. He reached over and licked my big, hairy dick (5 inches is 
pretty big for 13. It sure seemed that way on my boyish, maturing body). He 
took it in his mouth and it felt soooooo good. He sucked until I told him I 
was cumming. He slurped off my aching cock and finished it with his hand, 
watching my hairy dong spew its milky liquid over my crotch, stomach, 
sleeping bag and his hand.
    Our oral love making went on for about three months and then that night 
came when Jeff kissed me. That night is very strong in my memory. Jeff and I 
have been  best friends since 6th grade. He was tall and thin, now at 14, and 
he had a large, hairless penis.  I didn't know it at that moment, but within 
the next month, before our next campout, Jeff would sprout all sorts of red 
hair around his inviting dick. He wore his dick pointing up in his shorts so 
when he got hard I always knew it and, hopefully, was there to satisfy him. 
His purple dickhead continuously peeked out the top of his low-rise jeans.   
I was just his age but broadening into a muscular young man with a good-sized 
hairy cock (about 7 inches). I wore my dick pointed between my legs and when 
I got hard I had to manipulate it out the leg hole of my briefs and down the 
leg of my pants, or out the end of my cutoffs. Jeff was watching me and he 
would come to my rescue as often as I would come to his.
    One day we were sitting on the floor of my treehouse high in the old 
willow. Dressed only in our swim suits, we were back-writing. We both turned 
around at the same time and started chest-writing. Jeff quickly had his hand 
in my suit and I followed his example and had my hands in his suit, massaging 
hardening pricks. We stood up and freed our penises, now raging hard, from 
the cruel confinement of the swimsuits, dropping them off to the grass below. 
Free, and naked and hard we continued stroking each others erections as we 
moved to the edge of the treehouse floor. Jeff shot first and I have never, 
before or since, seen the kind of cum he had at that time. He came in two 
cream-filled bursts that streamed out of the end of his rock-hard cock and 
arched at least eight feet out from the tree before they descended to the 
grass in two large puddles. When I came it was with no less intensity but not 
quite as spectacular a result. My boner spewed it's gism in at least nine 
short spurts; more than I have ever cum, before or since. It just came and 
came and came until I was weak at the knees and Jeff's hand was exhausted. We 
sank to the floor and he laid on his stomach. I laid on top of him nestling 
my shrinking penis between his buttocks and legs, touching the  back of his 
dick and ballsack. He reached around and tickled whatever he could while I 
continued to back-write until we fell asleep. 
    I remember one two-week campout in the Canadian Wilderness. We went in by 
canoe about 50 miles. It was one of the great trips of my life. Jeff and I 
were tentmates again and we were now "Older" scouts; which meant that we were 
"in charge" of the younger ones. We set up a waterfront area on the east side 
of the isthmus that the camp was situated on. The bottom was cleaned of all 
garbage and the lake bed was sandy and soft. This was the official water area 
for the safe conduct of the troop. We did our safe swimming there. However, 
on the other side, the west side of the isthmus, some scout found out that 
there was real warm water there (the sun shone down all day long) Although it 
had a rocky bottom, this became the bathing place. And bathing turned into 
swimming and playing. Now, there had to be lifeguards and Jeff and I 
volunteered for the job. We were there to watch all of the warm water scout 
participants. Since it was the bathing area with warm water there were no 
suits worn. Older and younger scouts skinnydipped with abandon in front of 
us. Penises galore paraded by our view; big ones, little ones, hairy ones, 
hairless ones. And late at night the water was still warm so Jeff and I 
secluded ourselves after all had gone to bed and made out in the warm water, 
naked under the moon. We stroked under the water until our cum would rise to 
the top and float away. It was ecstasy and contentment -- sex at night and 
visual delight during the day. This was the last time Jeff and I were able to 
spend in any extended time together.
    After five years of togetherness, soon  I would never see him again. Jeff 
and his family would be moving away from the Midwest to the New England area 
within two weeks after our return from Canada. We spent every moment together 
that we could. We kissed, we stroked, we sucked, we tickled, caressed and 
back-wrote at every slim opportunity. It was a great and fantastic time, 
spent in the wonder and excitement of adolescent sexuality and awakening. I 
will always remember Jeff, not just for the sex but for the great friend who 
never judged me and who was a great companion.


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