In the tent. Part one
"Suck my dick!" Everyone was joking, throwing it around as boys do. I wondered if I was the only one that actually was curious, however. "I'm going to tea bag you when you sleep!" Everyone laughed, but the thought was actually arousing to me. One of the boys took his cock out and shook it at another that had joked. Was I the only one that found it so alluring? That night in the tent, I couldn't sleep. I was so horny, so curious. When I was younger I had touched a friend's penis, even wrapped my lips around it. It was so incredibly intoxicating, satisfying, so wonderful, so natural.
I tossed and turned. There was no escaping the desire that I felt. Slowly, quietly, I rubbed and stroked myself, knowing that orgasm was the only way out of it. In the silence, in the dark, I shook and fought off the urge to moan as my cum flowed out, soaking my underwear. What would it be like to taste cum? Would I have the nerve to let another boy cum in my mouth? I brought two cum soaked fingers to my lips and rubbed the creamy fluid on them. I licked them, the taste made my eyes roll back and my cock twitch.
The next day, during an event, I excused myself to use the bathroom. When a boy from my tent followed my, I did not think anything of it. Then, he spoke, "Are you going off to masturbate again?" I froze, suddenly realizing how very alone we were. He laughed, saying that he had seen me the night before. My heart dropped, I didn't know what to say. Somehow, I found it both scary and arousing. Somehow, in the back of my mind, a plan was forming. "Don't tell anyone," I felt so nervous, but so driven to say the next part, "I'll do anything, just don't tell." I knew exactly what I was saying, but did he? When he said, "Like what?" my whole body seemed to tingle. "Anything you want," I started to walk off, past the bathroom building, into the trees. Every nerve, every sense was heightened, "Was he going to follow me?" My mind raced. My head swam when I realized that he had.
We didn't even speak. The time for words had past. I moved to my knees. It felt like slow motion. What was seconds, seemed like minutes, as my brain processed what was happening. A rush came over me, what an amazing feeling. What an amazing position to me in! Having to take his cock out only added to it. It was one thing to have to suck a cock, it was another to want to suck a cock. To actually take it out? It was an admission of my lust and true desire. At least to myself, a declaration of my lust for dick. I unzipped the fly of his shorts, reached in and felt the object of so much of my horny desire.
I couldn't believe how turned on I was! I could not resist staring. I could not resist stroking, feeling it's warmth and weight. Again, as if in slow motion, I moved my mouth closer. I felt his cock on my lips, warm, smooth, growing. I took it into my mouth. Looking back, it was the most erotic moment of my life. How could it taste and feel this good? What a thrill to feel him get even harder, even bigger, between my lips. I sucked him and felt complete. I sucked him until he came and I did not pull away. It was almost euphoric, feeling the rush of his semen. I had wondered if I could make a boy cum. I had so wanted, too. I could, I did! I loved it, letting it spill out the corners of my mouth, not wanting the moment to end.
That night, under the cover of darkness, the same boy from earlier whispered to me in private. He told me to meet him back behind the trees, again. A rush came over me. A tingle, a dizzy feeling, the anticipation of sucking dick again. I rubbed my cock through my shorts as I waited for him in silence. Hearing him approach, I was already becoming breathless. He walked right up to me. We both knew why we were there. Again, I moved to my knees. A movement I was realizing that I loved. He got so quickly, so totally rock hard in my mouth. In the dark, as I sucked him, I undid his shorts and pushed them down. My horny mouth found his tight balls and licked and sucked them. I could hear it in his breathing, he was loving it, too. My mouth back on his erection, my lips ran the length of him, my tongue teased him. I rubbed my cock, thinking that he could not see how turned on I was. Why I thought that I had to hide it, I don't know. When he came again, I swallowed some. I so wanted to try it. Somehow, I felt as if it had some sort of power. The power to make me want more. It created a kind of frenzy in me, I think.
It was an all boys summer camp, it was a time to take chances. Cautiously, I began to touch other boys. Just simple touches, just to gauge their reactions to it. A shoulder, an arm, without objections, another boy's leg. I can not tell you the thrill of it. The rush it gave me was addictive! At a movie, in the dark, as I sat next to him. I let my fingers nervously touch his knee. My head was swimming! Still, no objections, I moved my fingers closer to his crotch and rubbed his thigh. I was so hard, I knew that I could not stand with out tucking it under my waistband. I patted his leg and walked towards the bathrooms, hoping to be followed once more.
It was so unexpected and so incredible. Yes, he followed me, yes, I stopped for him behind some tree. I never expected him to immediately kiss me, however. The shock of it! The cock hardening pleasure of it! My eyes went wide feeling his lips, then his tongue! They went even wider when I felt his hand rubbing my erection. I grabbed his, also. We stood, kissing and rubbing each other, like cock crazed lovers. The feeling of him edging my orgasm while his tongue filled my mouth was other worldly. We took turns, kissing and sucking each others cocks. I didn't know that it could be so wonderful. So turned on, so quivering with pleasure, I came first, shaking and quaking. I could not wait to taste his cum, now. I felt such attraction, so lust, even love. I sucked his cock eagerly until I felt the warm rush of semen. I swallowed all of it.
The very next morning, I got called into the counselors tent. I thought it odd because it was field day and everyone else was there. "Have a seat," he said. "Do you know why I called you in?" I said no, but my stomach began to sink, afraid that maybe I did. "I saw you behind the trees last night." I felt so nervous, so scared, would he tell? "The urges can be so strong, so confusing." He patted and rubbed my shoulder. Suddenly, fear was turning to arousal. It happened so fast, so organically, so naturally. As if both of us were playing roles. I leaned into him and thanked him for being so understanding. I was young, but could still sense the sexualness of the situation. The air was thick with need and tension. It was all such a turn on!
As he continued to rub my shoulder, I continued to lean into him, even putting my arm around him. My face, so close to his crotch and covered cock, began to make me hard and to make my mouth water. We were not even talking anymore, it seemed so obvious to me what the next move should be. But, who would make it. We both so obviously wanted something more to happen. I remember being so horny at that moment. The moment that I rubbed my face against him, so dangerously close to his cock. His hand, his rubbing me intensified, in pace with movements. It was just to much, too intense to ignore. I reached over and rubbed his crotch. Our heavy breathing filled the air. He took it out for me, already erect and dripping sweet precum. I started to lick him and savored the taste. His cock's head felt so well defined and engorged on my lips. I sucked him as he softly whispered, "Don't stop, don't stop." I knew our time was short. I sucked his cock hard and held and rubbed his balls, hoping to quickly coax his cum out. "Don't stop, don't stop," then a low, soft moan. Thick cum coated my tongue and slid down my throat.
With hands guiding me up, he said, "Come here," and quickly took my place in the chair. Pulling down my shorts, he engulfed my throbbing cock. So eager, so skilled. I quickly gave him my cum. He did not spill a drop. Boys were one thing, but this was a man! I felt dizzy, light headed. What an addictive sensation! I didn't know why, only that I was. Now knowing other boys and men had the same powerful urges, it made me want to explore even more.
"Attention campers, there have been some bunk changes. Please, everyone look that the lists of tent changes, posted on the bulletin board." When I got my chance to see them. I noticed immediately that two names were on there with mine. The boy that kissed me and they counselor who I exchanged amazing, heated, rushed, blowjobs with and had swallowed my cum! My young cock twitched in my shorts. Could it be? Was that counselor creating a tent full of cock suckers? There were two other names, two other boys, but I did not recognize them. My young imagination ran wild. I thought, I hoped, that the night might be a cock and sex filled one. So young, so horny, in such a frenzy, I imagined myself getting to suck each one of them off!
To be continued...
I tossed and turned. There was no escaping the desire that I felt. Slowly, quietly, I rubbed and stroked myself, knowing that orgasm was the only way out of it. In the silence, in the dark, I shook and fought off the urge to moan as my cum flowed out, soaking my underwear. What would it be like to taste cum? Would I have the nerve to let another boy cum in my mouth? I brought two cum soaked fingers to my lips and rubbed the creamy fluid on them. I licked them, the taste made my eyes roll back and my cock twitch.
The next day, during an event, I excused myself to use the bathroom. When a boy from my tent followed my, I did not think anything of it. Then, he spoke, "Are you going off to masturbate again?" I froze, suddenly realizing how very alone we were. He laughed, saying that he had seen me the night before. My heart dropped, I didn't know what to say. Somehow, I found it both scary and arousing. Somehow, in the back of my mind, a plan was forming. "Don't tell anyone," I felt so nervous, but so driven to say the next part, "I'll do anything, just don't tell." I knew exactly what I was saying, but did he? When he said, "Like what?" my whole body seemed to tingle. "Anything you want," I started to walk off, past the bathroom building, into the trees. Every nerve, every sense was heightened, "Was he going to follow me?" My mind raced. My head swam when I realized that he had.
We didn't even speak. The time for words had past. I moved to my knees. It felt like slow motion. What was seconds, seemed like minutes, as my brain processed what was happening. A rush came over me, what an amazing feeling. What an amazing position to me in! Having to take his cock out only added to it. It was one thing to have to suck a cock, it was another to want to suck a cock. To actually take it out? It was an admission of my lust and true desire. At least to myself, a declaration of my lust for dick. I unzipped the fly of his shorts, reached in and felt the object of so much of my horny desire.
I couldn't believe how turned on I was! I could not resist staring. I could not resist stroking, feeling it's warmth and weight. Again, as if in slow motion, I moved my mouth closer. I felt his cock on my lips, warm, smooth, growing. I took it into my mouth. Looking back, it was the most erotic moment of my life. How could it taste and feel this good? What a thrill to feel him get even harder, even bigger, between my lips. I sucked him and felt complete. I sucked him until he came and I did not pull away. It was almost euphoric, feeling the rush of his semen. I had wondered if I could make a boy cum. I had so wanted, too. I could, I did! I loved it, letting it spill out the corners of my mouth, not wanting the moment to end.
That night, under the cover of darkness, the same boy from earlier whispered to me in private. He told me to meet him back behind the trees, again. A rush came over me. A tingle, a dizzy feeling, the anticipation of sucking dick again. I rubbed my cock through my shorts as I waited for him in silence. Hearing him approach, I was already becoming breathless. He walked right up to me. We both knew why we were there. Again, I moved to my knees. A movement I was realizing that I loved. He got so quickly, so totally rock hard in my mouth. In the dark, as I sucked him, I undid his shorts and pushed them down. My horny mouth found his tight balls and licked and sucked them. I could hear it in his breathing, he was loving it, too. My mouth back on his erection, my lips ran the length of him, my tongue teased him. I rubbed my cock, thinking that he could not see how turned on I was. Why I thought that I had to hide it, I don't know. When he came again, I swallowed some. I so wanted to try it. Somehow, I felt as if it had some sort of power. The power to make me want more. It created a kind of frenzy in me, I think.
It was an all boys summer camp, it was a time to take chances. Cautiously, I began to touch other boys. Just simple touches, just to gauge their reactions to it. A shoulder, an arm, without objections, another boy's leg. I can not tell you the thrill of it. The rush it gave me was addictive! At a movie, in the dark, as I sat next to him. I let my fingers nervously touch his knee. My head was swimming! Still, no objections, I moved my fingers closer to his crotch and rubbed his thigh. I was so hard, I knew that I could not stand with out tucking it under my waistband. I patted his leg and walked towards the bathrooms, hoping to be followed once more.
It was so unexpected and so incredible. Yes, he followed me, yes, I stopped for him behind some tree. I never expected him to immediately kiss me, however. The shock of it! The cock hardening pleasure of it! My eyes went wide feeling his lips, then his tongue! They went even wider when I felt his hand rubbing my erection. I grabbed his, also. We stood, kissing and rubbing each other, like cock crazed lovers. The feeling of him edging my orgasm while his tongue filled my mouth was other worldly. We took turns, kissing and sucking each others cocks. I didn't know that it could be so wonderful. So turned on, so quivering with pleasure, I came first, shaking and quaking. I could not wait to taste his cum, now. I felt such attraction, so lust, even love. I sucked his cock eagerly until I felt the warm rush of semen. I swallowed all of it.
The very next morning, I got called into the counselors tent. I thought it odd because it was field day and everyone else was there. "Have a seat," he said. "Do you know why I called you in?" I said no, but my stomach began to sink, afraid that maybe I did. "I saw you behind the trees last night." I felt so nervous, so scared, would he tell? "The urges can be so strong, so confusing." He patted and rubbed my shoulder. Suddenly, fear was turning to arousal. It happened so fast, so organically, so naturally. As if both of us were playing roles. I leaned into him and thanked him for being so understanding. I was young, but could still sense the sexualness of the situation. The air was thick with need and tension. It was all such a turn on!
As he continued to rub my shoulder, I continued to lean into him, even putting my arm around him. My face, so close to his crotch and covered cock, began to make me hard and to make my mouth water. We were not even talking anymore, it seemed so obvious to me what the next move should be. But, who would make it. We both so obviously wanted something more to happen. I remember being so horny at that moment. The moment that I rubbed my face against him, so dangerously close to his cock. His hand, his rubbing me intensified, in pace with movements. It was just to much, too intense to ignore. I reached over and rubbed his crotch. Our heavy breathing filled the air. He took it out for me, already erect and dripping sweet precum. I started to lick him and savored the taste. His cock's head felt so well defined and engorged on my lips. I sucked him as he softly whispered, "Don't stop, don't stop." I knew our time was short. I sucked his cock hard and held and rubbed his balls, hoping to quickly coax his cum out. "Don't stop, don't stop," then a low, soft moan. Thick cum coated my tongue and slid down my throat.
With hands guiding me up, he said, "Come here," and quickly took my place in the chair. Pulling down my shorts, he engulfed my throbbing cock. So eager, so skilled. I quickly gave him my cum. He did not spill a drop. Boys were one thing, but this was a man! I felt dizzy, light headed. What an addictive sensation! I didn't know why, only that I was. Now knowing other boys and men had the same powerful urges, it made me want to explore even more.
"Attention campers, there have been some bunk changes. Please, everyone look that the lists of tent changes, posted on the bulletin board." When I got my chance to see them. I noticed immediately that two names were on there with mine. The boy that kissed me and they counselor who I exchanged amazing, heated, rushed, blowjobs with and had swallowed my cum! My young cock twitched in my shorts. Could it be? Was that counselor creating a tent full of cock suckers? There were two other names, two other boys, but I did not recognize them. My young imagination ran wild. I thought, I hoped, that the night might be a cock and sex filled one. So young, so horny, in such a frenzy, I imagined myself getting to suck each one of them off!
To be continued...
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