("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2012. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- My First Summer Camp Adventure by Julian (ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com) *** In the late morning of the middle of the second week I was returning from free swimming and stepped into the dark cabin. There was handsome Derrick seated in a chair, legs outspread, holding the base of his large hard cock. It was breathtaking! The light from the small window bounced off the large mauve colored head and was the instant focal point of my vision. Two boys, two braves, Alex and Steven, were seated on the floor very close to him. They had marked their faces with white paint. (M/mm+-teens, ped, 1st-gay-expr, oral, anal, orgy) *** I said goodbye and watched my son walk away toward his first summer camp adventure. I saw his little tight butt and reminisced about my own first summer camp—the same one he was headed toward. A whole storehouse of happy memories from my time there played in my head. On the drive home I recalled the most pleasurable ones. The best thing about camp was freedom, the joy of freedom with other boys my age. Free of my parents and teachers, the large and small restrictions imposed by adults, at camp I was free to run and jump, make noise and explore, get dirty, climb trees and swim naked. Released for a time from the clean and organized upper middle class life of my parents into the organized anarchy of camp was liberating. Most liberating: the private sex games, the pleasure and discovery of what lay beyond solitary masturbation. I played with my cabin mates and they played with me! We explored and exchanged what we knew, and tried things. The teenage counselors assigned to us taught us things too. I wondered if my boy Luke, 11 years old, might have the same fun. On the drive home I recalled the five other boys in my cabin and our seventeen year-old counselor, named Derrick. The counselor was good-looking, easy going, and all of us kids admired him. The first cabin meeting was an eye opener. Seated before him in a circle on the floor the night we arrived, Derrick told us the deal. "Outside our cabin you gotta follow the all the camp rules, but inside we're gonna be like family, and you can relax. I believe in freedom, as much as you can handle." We could be as messy as we wanted, could sneak in snacks, could keep a pet frog if we wanted. We asked lots of questions to test his permissiveness and there was little he ruled out of bounds indeed. Did we have to obey the curfew? We had to be in at curfew but if someone slipped out to visit another cabin and got caught Derrick wouldn't know a thing. Could we curse? Could we go without underwear: No problem. How about Penthouse? Could we sneak girls in? Sure, if we could find them. Closest girls' camp was fifteen miles. And so on. Finally he concluded with this: "Inside here you guys can go naked if you want, clothes are optional." Wow! Now that was really super awesome and we all made sounds of approval. What a way to start the six weeks! Our cabin was the Shawnee cabin, so we were Shawnee braves. As we listened closely Derrick laid out some of the fun things we could do together. We would paint our bodies and have secret words and rituals only he knew, go exploring places only he knew, sleep in the woods and swim naked. Alex, who seemed the coolest camper and most experienced of us at 14, asked if we could like, j.o. if we had to, would it be all right to do it in our bunk? Derrick seemed to know this question was coming. "You guys when you're walking around naked might pop a bone. It's ok. You bone up, it's natural—don't worry. And guys, if you need to whack off...I guess I should say, when you DO whack off ...laughter... you don't have to go sneak off behind a tree and get some poison ivy on your ass. You can do it here and nobody is to diss anybody for it, understand?" And finally, any kid who wanted privacy while doing it could use Derrick's little bedroom whenever they needed it. "Whack when you want, how you want." He had two younger brothers and they all three jerked-off without any shame and handsome Derrick wanted us to feel likewise. Derrick, so super cool! We looked at each other, our mouths open as if to say, "can you believe it?" He was just like the older brother we all wanted, whether we had one or not. The dude would allow us boys to be boys and let us take care of our sexual needs without having to be sneaky about it. How cool is THAT? When we climbed into bed that night most of us had hardons. Through that dark first night there was lots of movement under the sheets and blankets, and through the cool night air sighs and moans lingered for a while. I know I took tissues to bed with me and used them. Remembering this as I drove home I felt my cock jam up in my tight jeans. Through the cloth I used my fingertips on myself and daydreamed more. Inside the first week most of us we going naked. Derrick—we nick named him "Dee"— led the way the first night. When he checked on us at lights out we could see what he had between his legs. It looked very big and half hard. He had a very attractive body that was well shaped and proportioned perfectly. Dee was a swimmer, a runner, rode his bike for miles, played tennis and was generally physically fit with flawless glowing skin, his sperm-filled smooth balls seemed packed with adolescent energy. He moved his body gracefully because everything was so well coordinated. And when he spoke to any of us we listened because he smiled and fixed us with clear blues eyes and a seductive voice. We six boys exchanged comments about our counselor's body which we often saw naked or barely covered with a thong. That was another thing about Derrick: We thought only girls wore a thong, but here was this sexy dude wearing one with stunning effect, teaching us boys can be sexy too. He had a collection of them and he let any of us who wanted try one on. I did and got an instant hard on. "How's it feel?" one of the other campers asked. "Like I have nothing on... great!" "Does it hurt your butt?" Hurt? No. "It makes my ass feel all tingly... and up my back too. It feels... good!" I was getting a new sensation in that spot and it was a bit confusing. Derrick came over to adjust its fit and cupped his hand under the pouch. He was actually feeling me up right there in front of the other kids. I closed my eyes and felt dizzy. The thong was too big for me and I took it off and went to my bed and got under the covers. I jerked off and was unashamed to do so even though they all knew what I was doing. Yes, we six agreed Derrick was pretty cool—the highest praise we knew to award. Inside of a few days he had us 12 and 14 year olds in the palm of his hand. We'd do anything for him and we all knew it. Now, writing this so many years later, I'm certain we were in love with him though unaware of it. We would have been embarrassed to call it that anyway. *** In the late morning of the middle of the second week I was returning from free swimming and stepped into the dark cabin. There was handsome Derrick seated in a chair, legs outspread, holding the base of his large hard cock. It was breathtaking! The light from the small window bounced off the large mauve colored head and was the instant focal point of my vision. Two boys, two braves, Alex and Steven, were seated on the floor very close to him. They had marked their faces with white paint. "I do it every day at home... sometimes two times. Even three times, once!" said Alex proudly, hoping to impress. Derrick chuckled and looked at me and smiled. I knew everything was cool. I closed the door and stepped closer. Steven's shy voice asked, "Derrick... you... ah... ever had someone blow... you know ...suck?" "Yeah...." That ever-present smile flashed white teeth also. A few freckles dotted his nose. His lips were red and moist. The features of his face were without blemish. And our athletic counselor's body was evenly tanned all over with just the suggestion of the lines of a Speedo fading away. He had abs. "How old were you first time?" "Nine or ten." I could see the boys on the floor were fondling themselves. I peeled off my damp swimsuit and joined them. Up close I could study our counselor carefully. I could smell the soap he used that morning. I realized how long is eyelashes were. I envied his torso, the swell of biceps. His pointy nipples were dark and looked rubbery. Every part of him seemed erotic and charged with sexual energy. His hairless tight balls looked full and exerted an effect on me: I felt my mouth get moist and my tongue press against my teeth. I wanted to put my face between his legs to kiss and suck those balls. "Your brothers, huh?" remarked Alex. Derrick nodded yes and started to stroke himself slowly. "Jacky was seven years old," he said dreamily. "Same age as me when I first did it to my brother!" revealed Steven. Derrick now held his cock between both palms. "Shit, I'm so horny. I have a girl friend at school and she sucks me off but I haven't seen her for two weeks!" As he said this he placed his foot gently on Steven's thigh, rubbing with small tender movements. Alex reached across the small distance and wrapped his fingers around the rigid dick. We all four knew what was going to happen. What now impresses me so much is the casual way we did what we did. Steven leaned forward and took that seventeen-year old seven-inch cock into his mouth. It was awesome to watch and I wanted to do it too. I wanted to experience the thrill of sucking dick, especially that one. I wanted to give pleasure to this older boy whom I admired so much, who seemed to need release so much. Alex held on as Steven began to bob up and down on it. It was delightful to see the look of bliss on the older boy. This went on for some minutes, then the two braves changed places. I figured I would get my turn. Derrick began to moan and hump upward with his pelvis. You could tell his cum was close and would be powerful. He started to curse softy. "Fuck... you kids... oh god! Christ! You got a sexy mouth, Alex... suck my cock... suck... make me cum!!" With that encouragement hands and mouth worked with more determination. I knew about cocksucking and the things that boys could do with each other and here it was right before me in all its erotic glory. Derrick saw me standing there rubbing my super hard cock and motioned me closer. I was on the edge. He leaned toward me and took my boner into his mouth greedily. One hand went to my ass and with rough force he pushed me deeper into his mouth. "Derrick... Derrick... I'm ready," I warned him. I was moments away from unloading. For a split second he popped me out. "Yes" he shouted, "do it, little fucker!" And I did. More than I had ever done, partly because he jabbed a stiff finger against my asshole. It was exquisite. Then he orgasmed on the two boys below. I don't know how much they swallowed, but a lot of sperm decorated their faces. *** After that little episode we three were frequently in Derrick's bed at night. Eventually all six young teens in that cabin had sex with Derrick at least once: either jerking or sucking, or both. But it was we three, me Dylan, Alex and Steven, he seemed to want most frequently. He was the first one to fuck me. I was lucky: he was so gentle and tender. He was like a lover. That night Steven and I were in Derrick's room while Alex was having sex with one of the boys in the next cabin he'd become friends with. Steven was dead-on cute like the type that girls get wet for. The boy was the first of us to run around naked. He had a mile-wide smile complimented with dimples and big, limpid, brown eyes and a mop of hair down over his ears. You'd want to kiss his soft red lips no matter he was a boy. His cock was cute too; not too small, not too big, and seeming to be hard all the time. Derrick had just finished making Steven cum-off by jerking him. Then the younger boy left to climb into his own bed. Derrick got up and turned off the light. "Come here, Dylan," my counselor said softly in the small darkened room. I sat next to him on the narrow bed. All was quiet except for the pulsing of crickets in the humid night. Some dim light seeped into the room from outside. His place smelled of the unmistakable scent of an older boy: sexy and musky. He put his arm around me and whispered in my ear. "Dylan, I got my eye on you. Ever since you arrived I watched you. You got a hot little body for a boy. My girlfriend: man does she have a hot little body and she lets me fuck her. She won't let me into her cunt, just her ass. Man what a fabulous ass she has! My bone gets like a rock when I think about it." I listened and said nothing; I felt a quiet pride to receive such praise. I hadn't touched any girl, only boys. His lips were very close to my ear. "Your ass Dylan, it reminds me of hers. I been lookin' at your ass and it gets me hard." With that interesting piece of news he shoved his wet tongue into my ear. To be praised in sexual terms like this was new and exciting to me. And the ear attack fired off a whole bundle of new thrills too. Of course I knew what he wanted. I remembered his finger in my ass that first time. Could one boy fuck another? Of course. I'd been hearing about it for years. Could I get his rather sizable cock in my little virgin hole? I was a fair question. A few times when I jerked off I tried various objects more or less shaped like the real thing, and my fingers often. He flung his arms around my waist and we tossed and tumbled, our smooth, tanned and slick bodies joining and sliding together, my entire skin energized with erotic pleasure, as sensitive as my cock. When my nose was near his armpit the male smell of him was a surprise and my rigid dick experienced a surge of blood. I squeezed his upper arms to feel for myself their bulging strength. I felt his pectorals and then licked them, which made him laugh. When I took one of the protruding nipples in my mouth he sighed and went limp into the bed sheets and groaned. He let me suck both for a while all the time murmuring little curses, paying compliments my talented mouth. He just lie there and let me do as I pleased for about half and hour. Only later did I learn what we were doing was called foreplay. I moved around so I could suck him. "Oh, sweet, sweet... boy. I like this so much." His adult-sized cock strained my jaw and I kept at it few just a few minutes. No matter; in that short space of time I had crossed a threshold: I had a boy's cock in my mouth. But not just any cock. His! In joy I rubbed my whole body against him and got still more aroused. We grappled and tangled together and when I squeezed my arms around him it was so tightly it made him laugh and he kissed me on the lips, eyes, ears and neck. Derrick felt me all over but kept returning to the region of my ass. A few times he maneuvered so his face was an inch from my little crack and I felt his hot breath. I was waiting for him to ask. I was the shy virgin. I was only twelve. He didn't ask. Finally, I lay face down and opened my legs. I loved him and I trusted him. He wouldn't hurt me. Now he put his face against my ass and I felt his tongue press on my anus. It was wild! It was a new dirty sensation and I loved it. If Derrick was doing it couldn't be wrong. Part of me wanted to get the other guys and show them what was happening. I opened wider and he moaned and pressed his assault because now he knew he would have me. Not by words but by my body I showed I wanted him. His anal massage lasted such a long time! When he asked if I liked it my reply admitted the pleasure I was experiencing was beyond anything that ever happened to me before. By that I guess he judged I was ready because he groped under the mattress for something. Of course! Vaseline! (Remember, I was a virgin in boy-fucks-boy matters). Against my boy-pussy the head of his cock felt so much bigger than it looked. Even now I can feel it as I write. I tensed up some. But he knew what to do... "Here's how to do it: squeeze your butt and a little bit will go in. That's it! You feel that? Keep on doing that." I did. At first there was a little pain, but the surprise was I was I pulling him in; he wasn't pushing his way in. When I realized that my little sphincter relaxed and quite a lot of his dick slid in me and I gasped. He stopped and said we'd rest a while. The brief pain went away replaced by...what? What did I feel? Fullness. I felt captured. I felt protected. I felt like a girl! I felt like his cunt! And it was fabulous! The realization made me wiggle my ass, which signaled I was ready for more. He began to slide in and out of me setting a pace that increased gradually. I was really being fucked just like a girl. I felt merged with him, completely surrendered to him. He sensed this and turned his attention to his own need; he pushed into to me with vigor. The rhythm of sexual intercourse: an older boy teaching a younger boy how to be his girl. With each hard thrust my body was drilled deeper into the thin mattress. Quietly, so the others beyond the thin door might not hear, he made grunts, sort of brutal and a bit scary. He touched something deep inside me making my cock leak all over the bed. Through his gritted teeth I heard my name cursed and my ass praised. Among other things I was "the best little fuck" he had all summer. When the end arrived I could feel his dick expand in two, three, four spurts. We lay side-by-side for a long time covered in perspiration and delicious satisfaction. Slowly the sound of the crickets returned to my ears. That night an intimate part of him was in me and I felt forever united with him. END I always welcome comments from readers and will reply: ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 72