Date: Sat, 06 Aug 2005 21:21:03 +0800
From: billy schuldiner <billy_schuldiner@grungecafe.com>
Subject: Two Young Boys Explore Part 2

This is the second part to a three-part series of stories I am writing
based on real experiences. Please feel free to email your comments to
billy_schuldiner@grungecafe.com. Thanks and Enjoy!

CHAPTER ONE: (Beginnings)

It was a while after that amazing sexual expidition in (and out of) John's
house, that we explored ourselves together again. Around half a year to be
precise. And the occasion was a school camping trip, for three days, deep
into the mountains and far away from home. The instructions were that we
would split into two groups, the first (of about twenty boys) spending the
first night camping under the stars in the mountains, then the second and
third (nights) in the dormitories at the base of the mountain.

John and I, only fourteen at the time, arrived at the camping site with
feelings of excitement spreading around. We instantly identified our wooden
cabin and went inside to choose our room. The guide informed us that there
were two bedrooms in each room, and because of the large number of learners
attending, someone (in each room) would have to spend the night on the
floor, in a sleeping bag. I chose a bed, and another acquaintance (a tall,
caramel-skinned boy named Jan) managed to get the other. Which meant that
John was stuck with the floor. But he seemed to be okay with it.

Our cabin, consisted of two bedrooms, and a long passage down which a door
branched off into a shower-room (With two showers, and no seperating
glasses), and at the far end a kitchen. After settling in, we were
instructed to ready ourselves for the tiring hike up the mountain, as we
were nominated as the first group. "Great," I muttered to John. "Sleeping
under the stars." John agreed that he didn't like nature either.

The walk that day was exhausting under the blistering heat of the sun, and
when we finally reached our destination, evening had comfortably
descended. After supper, and a brief stint of scary stories told by the
campfire. We were told we could go to bed. Our sleeping bags were set up in
groups of two, and I was obviously sleeping next to John in an open area
close to some massive rock structures.

The moon was amazingly bright that night, as John and I settled into our
respective sleeping bags. I had forgotten to bring a pillow, but John said
that I could share his. Obviously, for this arrangement to work, we had to
sleep really close to each other.

CHAPTER TWO: (The First Night)

No sooner had we settled down against the pillow, did my mind start
wandering, and I was not surprised to feel my erection growing in my
pants. Judging by John's constant shuffling in his sleeping bag, I assumed
his thoughts were similar to mine. "I think I'm going to masturbate," I
said, to which his reply was," Yeah, me too."  So there we lay, under the
light of the moon, jerking off. I wanted to experience the same feelings we
had spent that night at his house all that time ago, but was unsure about
how to make this suggestion to him. So, I contented myself, by pulling off
my underwear and tugging gently on my hard cock. I was breathing out quite
heavily and so was John, and I noticed that he had turned to such an angle,
so that I could feel his hard cock though the material of his sleeping bag,
with my own dick. This feeling was enough to push me over the edge. I was
longing for the feeling of his hands caressing my dick again. The tension
didn't last long before John asked," Hey, do you want to jerk me off, and
I'll do you, like last time?"

We unzipped each of our sleeping bags and spread them out, to use them as
blankets to cover our naked lower bodies, and then moved close together. As
we were spreading the blankets across, I allowed some time to set it back
so I could look at his huge cock, standing at attention, bathed in yellow
light. I noticed he was looking at mine as well. Then the blankets were
down, and our hands were exploring each other's private parts. I allowed my
hand to caress his balls, and moved up, to grab the head of his cock, and
slip my fingers around it's wet surface. Meanwhile, John's hands were all
over my erection, with a strong grip, first gently massaging, and then
speedily pulling. The sensation was amazing, and I let out a whispered moan
of satisfaction. We didn't restrict our hands to each other's cocks and
allowed them to travel up around each others stomachs and down towards our
thighs and legs, leaving just enough suspense, before returning to
masturbating each other.

The pleasure derived from this activity was fulfilling, but soon I had
another idea. I asked John to place his pillow on the floor of the mattress
(long-ways) close to our cocks, and then lay on top of it. Our cocks both
felt the familiar soft sensation of the pillow against our hard-ons. Then
we began stroking our hands across each other's butts, longingly,
pretending they were girl's bums, so we could fully enjoy thrusting our
cocks against the pillow.

John's butt was surprisingly smooth and soft as I ran my fingers across
it's surface. I allowed my fingers to lightly touch his butt, and then
trailed them up and down his thighs while simultaneously thrusting hard
into the pillow. John began by cupping my buttocks in his palm, and then
gently smacking them. As he smacked them, my cock drove deeper into the
pillow, nearing me to orgasm. John's rythmic shaking beside me was growing
steadily faster, and he began to cautiously let out grunts of sexual
pleasure. "Uh, uh, uh, uh..." he moaned.  "Does it feel good?" I asked him.
"Oh, it's amazing, your bum feels nice," he replied. "What about you?"  I
could barely catch my breath in time to say, "Yeah, it's great."  We
continued running our fingers across each others bums, and I even tried
slapping John's a little bit, for a while, until we were getting bored of
the same routine.

John looked around to make sure everyone else was far away and asleep, and
then sat up, and pushed the blanket away from his crotch, so his cock
popped out. I joined him, sitting, and said, "Your thing is really hot."
"Yeah, it always gets hot, yours too."  I allowed my blanket to fall away
from me too, so my penis stood up, where he could see it. We began stroking
each other's cocks again, John's hand sliding up and down my shaft, and
then rubbing gently against my balls. "Oh, that feels so good. I wish this
could last forever..." I said, meaning it, reaching an amazing sexual
euphoria. "Wait, let's do something else," John suggested.

Just like the other time, he grabbed his pillow and propped it between us
(while we lay on our sides, feacing each other), and began to push his dick
into the pillow, while I copied his motion. My eyes were closed, feeling
the force of his cock from the other side of the pillow. "Ohhhhhhh," he
began to moan. "This is even better than last time!" he whispered
triumphantly. I nodded, to focused on the pleasure waiting to explode from
cock to verbally respond. "Are you ready to come, yet?" he asked me
eventually, after we had been at it for a while. "Yeah, I'm ready," I
moaned.

As our cocks moved faster into the pillow, ready to blow our loads, John
pulled the pillow out from in between us, so that our cocks were rubbing
against each other. With this amazing feeling blasting through my body (as
well as amazement at John's bold move), I threw my head back, and squirted
my come all over John's stomach, while his blasted out out, falling onto my
stomach, and some on my balls. His come was warm on my body, but also felt
disgusting, and we toweled it off. "Sorry about moving the pillow, but we
have to sleep on that tonight," he explained.  "It was cool," I said, and
after we were both dry, and had our clothes back on, we moved close
together and let the sleep wash over us. I dreamed amazing dreams that
night.

CHAPTER THREE: (The Second Night)

We awoke early the next morning, as the sun's rays were filtering through
the cracks at the highest peaks of the mountain. Our camping instructor
ordered us to prepare breakfast, clean the dishes and cutlery at the
rivers, and then head back down to the base camp. The walk was
excrutiatingly painful, as we had barely had time to wipe the sleep
completely from our eyes. There was a light at the end of the tunnel, so to
speak, as we would be spending the next two nights sleeping indoors in the
cabins.

The day's activities were boring as usual, but towards evening, we were
given free time to do as we pleased, and John and I had some fun with the
other boys telling scary stories around the campfire, and playing various
mundane games. At last, our camping instructor allowed us to retire to our
dormitories. Once again, the moon was bright, the sky dark and cloudless
when we prepared ourselves for sleep. I dressed in my pajamas, and climbed
into my bed, while John settled into his sleeping bag on the ground. Jan,
the other boy, was fast asleep in his bed within seconds of 'lights out.'

When the night was still, I crept down to John and trying to put a tone of
genuine concern into my voice, I asked, "John, the ground's quite
uncomfortable isn't it?"  "Yeah, definitely," he replied.  "Well, you can
sleep at the opposite end of my bed, if you want. It's quite big," I
whispered back.  A smile touched John's face, and his quiet response was,
"Thanks. Let's just make sure Jan over there doesn't wake up and find out."
I nodded, and told him we'd be careful, and then I helped him out of his
sleeping bag and we approached my bed.

I clambered into the bed, pulling the blankets up over myself, and settling
comfortably into my pillow, while John lifted the blankets up at the
opposite end of the bed, and climbed in, settling his head on his own
pillow. The wooden bed was large (bigger than would be required even for
adult patrons) and I could feel the warmth of John's legs and feet just
past my thighs. We lay in silence for a while, careful not to rouse Jan out
of sleep. The door to our particular room was locked, so we would have no
problems with outside interference, but we were still taking a fairly big
risk with Jan in the room.

After lying still for a while. with my erect cock pushing against the soft
material of my boxers, I realised that this sleeping arrangement would be
difficult to co-ordinate some co-operative exploration in. I whispered
across the room, to John, "Are you busy with your thing?"  "Yeah," replied,
"it feels really good."  "I want to do what we did last night again, but
it'll be difficult to do sleeping like this," I commented.  In hushed
tones, John replied, "I want to do it to, and I think I have an idea of how
we can do it without changing positions."  I felt excitement rise up with
in me, and breathing out softly, barely able to control my excitement, I
enquired, "How?"  "Just relax, I'll show you," was the response.

I pulled off my pajama pants and boxers, and unbuttoned my top, upon
hearing John performing a similar activity. Then I lay still and naked, the
feel of the soft blanket carressing my erect dick, awaiting with suspense,
John's surprise for me. The waiting was driving me crazy, but eventually he
spoke out softly, "Ready?"  "When you are," I breathed.  John shifted his
legs, and then I felt the tingling sensation of his feet travelling up my
thighs towards my cock. I had to shut my mouth quickly to avoid an
exclamation of pleasure! I spread my legs wider, and allowed John's feet to
travel up the shaft of my cock, and then grip it and begin to pull. I
simply lay there, in amazing sexual euphoria, and John continued to slide
his feet up and down the full length of my dick, his toes occasionally
massaging into my balls. I wanted to flail about in pleasure, but had to
restrain myself in order to keep this masturbation process secretive from
Jan, who slept soundly in the bed across the room.

John's toes were wet now, and slid around the head of my cock, driving me
wild. While he continued his sensual motion, and without a word, I raised
my legs, brought me feet towards his big and hard cock. As we were
restricted visually, I had to use my imagination to conjure the image of
what this divine method might look like. My feet made contact with his
balls, and I rubbed against them to which John blurted out a stifled, "Oh!"
Then we were in full motion, his legs working hard, his feet whacking me
off fast, and then slowly, but allows sensually and carressing. My feet
quickly became wet after travelling across the head of his cock, and with
this natural lubricant, I allowed them to slide up and down his shaft.

I was breathing pretty raggedly by now, and was once again restraining
myself from coming, so that this ecstacy would never end. My legs were
becoming tired from their endless motion to please John, but John's work
never faltered, and his feet rubbed along my thighs, crotch and
occasionally up onto my stomach (making those parts of my body wet), before
returning to my manhood, where he tugged mercilessly. Eventually, the
sensual movements and carressing we both indulged in, ended, and we began
to whack each other off faster and faster, our feet occasionally slipping
off our wet members, only to return and continue slipping and sliding.

"John," I whispered across the room, "I think I going to come."  "Okay,
just hold on for a little bit, I want to do it the same time as you."
After a few more seconds of masturbating each other with our feet, John
announced that he was 'about ready to blow.' This is it, I thought to
myself, and slowed my feet down, while John copied my motion. Eventually, I
felt my come squirt out of the end of my dick, where it landed I had no
idea, but I did feel John's warm load blast out, painting my toes and
feet. It felt disgusting as it did last night, and although the pleasure
was so amazing I could have cried, I badly wanted to wipe it off.  "Gross,"
John whispered, "you came all over my feet and legs."  We both rose out of
the bed naked, and grabbed John's towel, and cleaned out feet and legs.

Afterwards, we both sat on the bed in our boxers. "John, that felt so
good. Even better than we you do it with your hands," I commended.  "Yeah,
you're good with your feet as well," he reciprocated.  We both felt kind of
guilty, sharing such amazing sexual pleasure, as we were both boys. After
talking for a bit longer, we both retired to bed, John sleeping at the
opposite end of my bed.

CHAPTER FOUR: (The Third Morning)

John and I awoke earlier than everyone else in the cabin the next morning
(it was probably due to the immense heat our bodies generated, which
prevented us from sleeping any longer) and rose into the warm morning
sunshine filtering through the window. Jan was still sound asleep, oblvious
to last night's activites. After engaging in a hushed conversation, we
decided to head to the shower room, and clean ourselves, as we were heading
home that afternoon.

We gathered our clothes and headed to the bathroom, where we shed our
clothing, and locked the door. The bathroom was tiled in a soft blue and
had two shower heads next to each other. John and I, naked now, and
bashfully glancing at each other's private parts headed to the showers, and
turned them on. The cool water against my skin felt indescribable, and I
noticed John's eyes were closed as he let the water soak through his
hair. I must have stood under the refreshing water for a while, for when I
opened my eyes, my dick was at it's erect angle, and John was rubbing his
hands down around his wet member.

"John, do you think you could soap me up?" I asked, already knowing the
answer, but feeling that familiar tension anyway. John responded
positively, and drew nearer to me, taking the soap up in his hands to
create a lather, before working magic all over my body. His hands moved
slowly, first down my shoulders, and over my nipples and stomach, and then
around my buttocks and along my cock, before finishing the job down my
legs. I allowed the water to wash off the soap, and observed John, turning
around, motioning his turn to commence. I repeated his motions, rubbing the
lather all over his body, and feeling the nice contours of his wet bum with
the palms of my hands. After I stepped back, I boldy ventured, "Wanna do it
one last time?"

It was quick, as we didn't want anyone to wake up and come wandering
towards the bathroom and find us out (even though the door was locked). Our
hands moved rapidly over each other's cocks, working with the warm water to
invoke indescribably pleasurable sensations. Eventually, after working
ourselves for a while, we both turned and proceeded to see who could shoot
their come the futherest. After uttering a startlingly loud, "Oh, yeah!"
John blew his loud, followed by me (I was uncontrollably shouting, "Oh, oh,
oh! Yeah, uh. Uh! Yeah, like that John. Stroke it like that! Oh, my God!
Keep doing that. Oh, my God. OH!" which was thankfully muffled by the
sounds of the water hitting the tiles). As was expected, John's shot way
further than mine. We finished by washing oursevles (independently this
time), and then getting dried up and changed.

The remainder of the camp went by in a haze of frenzied cleaning
up. Eventually, the welcom sound of the bus was heard approaching, and we
boarded to head back to our homes. John and I had a particularly enjoyable
camp, even without all the masturbation. As I said earlier, we were best
friends.

We did have one more encounter in the near future, however and it was just
as exciting as the previous two!

PART THREE COMING SOON!