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Summer Camp of '57
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Summer Camp of '57 When I was 12, my mom sent me to an all boys summer camp in Canada – 8 whole weeks away from home! Lucky for me, my school chum, Billy, was going to the same camp – we would travel together on the overnight train trip. The camp was located on an island – the theme was canoe trips around the lakes, camping in the woods. Our section had 8 boys, an adult staff man and an assistant, a college boy from Ohio. Morning and evening swims, even when in camp, were always in the nude – only in the middle of the day, did we wear swim suits. On our trips, we never wore suits. While in camp, we slept in platform tents, two boys each – when camping, we pitched smaller tents – again two per tent. I was paired up with my friend, Billy. From the first day, I noticed how different the campers sexual development was – a couple of boys had penises and testicles almost fully developed – others, like Billy and myself, were getting there – and one or two still had “little-boy” penises and balls. Our assistant was 18 years old – he had a nice patch of pubic hair around his cock, and his balls swung freely when running to the lake. Our staff person was in his 40s with a man-sized package and uncircumcised. It was a real treat to see, en-masse, such an array of cocks and balls. Like all boys our age we were totally curious and rambunctious. When camping, we’d have contests all the time – swimming races – canoe races – who could piss the farthest (I learned to lean back and pee over my head, only soaking myself a couple times) – who farted the loudest – who took the longest shit – and eventfully, as we got to know each other better, jerking off games. Of course, we kept these out of sight from the assistant and staff. But circle-jerks became the norm each night in one or another’s tent. I loved seeing the other boys get hard – and really loved seeing them ejaculate – usually shooting loads some distance. Of course, this led to contests: who could shoot the farthest – who could cum the fastest – who’s cock was the longest when hard – who could shoot the most semen – who could recover and cum the second (or third) time the quickest. I even got so I could sometimes shoot my cum over my head – several times landing a big load smack dab on my face! As the summer bore on, our bodies became tan and hardened from the sun and the swimming and canoeing. And our sex games continued. One evening, our assistant, Robert, called me into his tent. He was wearing his white jockey briefs and a tee shirt, and I was dressed the same – typical for climbing into our sleeping bags – only a couple of the boys had pajamas. He said to me that he knew about our jerking-off games. I got real scared he was getting ready to punish me, or worse write to my mom. Instead, he said how’d I like to jerk off with him? I was excited about the idea – he had a really nice cock, and I was about to see it erect – in fact, I noticed he already had a bulge in his jockeys. I said, sure. And pulled down my undies and started playing with my dick, which instantly grew to a full-fledged boner. He did the same – his cock got hard quickly, too, extending to about 5 or 6 inches – nicely proportioned. I loved seeing an adult erection for the first time! He used one hand to stroke it and the other to fondle and squeeze his balls. All the time I was staring at his dick, he was staring at mine – I loved having a college boy enjoy my still-small boner. I copied him and started squeezing my balls, which led to a quick explosion on my part, my cum shooting in the air and actually landing on his thigh. He immediately shot his load, too, obviously excited by seeing me cum. He told me not to tell the other campers and gave me a candy bar – 3 Musketeers! He asked if we could do this again the next night to which I agreed. Or course, I told Billy all about it once back in our tent – we both got boners and jerked off. I continued with Robert each evening – after about a week, he asked if I would be a really good camper, and would I jerk him off? This was something new for me, but sounded OK, so, why not? It was totally exciting to touch his penis for the first time (I still remember the sensation, decades later as I am writing this) – it was so smooth but rigid – felt like my own penis except bigger and that I felt none of the being-stroked sensations. Robert, leaned back on his elbows, his cock sticking straight up in the air as I stroked its full length. Then I grabbed his balls with my other hand and gently squeezed. This was all it took, and his cum spurted out of the tip of his cock, some running down my hand. Go ahead and do yourself now, he directed. So I took my cum-soaked hand and applied it to my boner and with a few strokes, I was shooting cum, too. This became our new routine, rewarded by both a Musketeers AND a Snickers! When I got back to my tent, I told Billy all about it and how exciting it was and how it felt to hold another’s hard penis. Billy’s cock was hard by now, so it only seemed natural for me to go ahead and stroke him, too. And the results were the same, he shot his load almost instantly! Obviously, I was learning the art of masturbation as well as canoeing and camping this summer! Unlike Robert, Billy returned the favor, and stroked me to a climax. This now became our normal pre-bedtime routine. We did not share this with the other campers – but continued to participate in all our boyish contests and circle jerks. In the second half of the summer, I noticed that some of the boys’ penises and balls had progressed, growing a bit larger, sagging a bit more, some more pubic hair on their mount. Even my own seemed a bit bigger – not as big as some, but a bit bigger. I still enjoyed seeing all the flopping wieners and nuts as we ran to the lake for swimming – the pissing and of course the jerking off. One evening, while I was stroking Robert’s dick (he had learned to last a lot longer now), he pulled out this torn and wrinkled playing card – he turned it over, there was the queen of hearts on the border like a normal playing card, but centered was a black and white photograph of a woman sucking a man’s cock. I loved seeing my first porno photo! My cock got even harder, pushing at my jockeys. Robert shyly asked if I would do this for him? I loved what I saw in the photo, so I figured sure? I bent down, opening my mouth, and took his erect cock between my lips. I had to watch out that my teeth didn’t graze it, but gently inserted it and slowly started playing with the tip with my tongue. Robert pushed it deeper – I gagged, and pulled back, releasing it from my mouth. Its head was shiny with my saliva – I wanted it back in my mouth, first kissing the tip, then sliding it back in, controlling it with my hand. The sensation of having my mouth filled with another boy’s cock was overwhelming – and so exciting. I had my free hand wrapped around my own cock. This time Robert controlled his movements, slowly working his penis in and out of my mouth while at the same time, I squeezed his shaft at the root. Within moments I could feel his penis spasm and felt the hot jet of cum shooting into my mouth. It was a bit bitter – salty? But so exciting! I could tell by Robert’s moans that he was loving it! I shot my load at the same time! His cock started wilting in my mouth – I swallowed his semen just as he pulled free. My first taste of another boy’s cum! I couldn’t wait to try this out on Billy – I knew he’d love it as much. And he did! But he had no interest in sucking me. That was OK – I enjoyed giving him the pleasure, and he would gladly jerk me off. The last week of summer, while sucking Robert, he got all nervous and sheepish and finally asked if I would let him screw me in my ass? Wow! This was something completely different. He said he’d been reading Roman history and learned that the soldiers would screw their boy-squires while on campaigns away from home. He said it was completely normal – and had no homosexual overtones. It was custom and everyone seemed to do it. Then he said, we were away from home, in the woods, on campaign, and I had more or less become his squire. And would I allow him this? He reached into his duffle and brought out a full box of candy bars that he had been saving up, just for this. He also had a can of Crisco he had stolen from the dining room. I figured that we had already enjoyed some fun playing together, why not? His erect penis was no thicker than my bigger turds (as measured from our contests) and should fit OK. I got on my hands and knees, my boyish ass in the air, my pink anus exposed. He took some Crisco and rubbed it around my sphincter (it felt really nice!) and gradually inserted a single, greasy finger into my rectum. My ass resisted at first, but I relaxed, and let his finger enter my bottom. I felt really stretched. I stroked my erect penis, enjoying the overall sensation of my hard cock and the burning of my anus. He slowly started working his finger in and out of my ass – the burning receded replaced with a pleasurable sensation – similar to how good it felt to drop a fat turd! He then slid a second finger into my butt hole. I relaxed my sphincter and soon was filled with two fingers. I’m sure he was anxious to continue, but had the good sense to take his time – it was important that I was feeling OK with this, if not actually enjoying it. I thought of my hard cock and I thought of the box of candy bars – and I told Robert that I thought I was ready. I turned my head to see him coating his cock with Crisco then aiming it towards my rear. I turned away and prepared for the onslaught. He placed the head against my anus – I could feel the pressure – more than his fingers had produced. But the anus has wonderful nerve endings, and it felt nice there pushing against me. I pushed my hips back a bit as I relaxed even more and suddenly, the head of his penis was engulfed in my ass! WOW! It really hurt! But I held firm, asking him to not push at all! Within several minutes, the pain subsided replaced with this wonderful, stretched-wide, sensation. I started moving against him; his penis slid deeper into me. One final push and his whole cock was embedded in my ass – my penis throbbed with excitement. He held still for minutes – then slowly started screwing me. I stroked my cock in time with his movements. It wasn’t a minute till he started shooting into my ass! And I came right then, too. With my orgasm, my asshole must have spasmed, cause he gasped and seemed to shoot even more into me. It felt just like pooping when he pulled his limp dick from my ass. Not at all displeasing. His cum ran freely out of my anus as it was slowly recovering and closing up. Robert was sweating – obviously pleased with himself and with me. It was a real milestone. He admitted he had never done any of this with another person – only some<b> mutual masturbation </font></b>and fingering with his home-town girl friends. But never had his dick sucked and never screwed anyone before. Summer was almost over – we were only able to screw a few more times before leaving camp. Of course, I always blew him first – and sometimes, afterwards. My ass was too sore that first time to share with Billy – I told him everything, and promised he could try it when my butt hole felt better. It wasn’t until we were on the Pullman train going home that he screwed me in the upper berth. He was a bit nervous about it – but I assured him that it was OK. I first sucked him nice and hard – and since we didn’t have any Crisco, I spit on my fingers to wet my anus. Then I got on all fours with Billy behind me, I grabbed his boner and aimed it to my asshole. I had done it several times by now with Robert and had learned how to relax my muscles so his wet cock slid right in (he still didn’t have a full, man-sized penis). He shot his load after a few thrusts – I think the motion of the train helped a lot! A bit later, I sucked him hard again, enjoying the flavor of his cum on his dick, and he screwed me again – this time lasting longer. He reached around me so he could stroke my penis at the same time. That was the summer of 1957. It was filled with wonderful times and wonderful learning experiences that I enjoy recalling even today. There is something so special about boys and their frequent, young boners and their early experimentations – often guileless and innocent. Of course, one can never repeat these early, first-time experiences, but oh so delightful to recall. |
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1 post 9/23/2015 3:59 pm |
That was a great read 
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Really enjoyed reading about your very hot experiences at camp. Thanks for sharing.
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