Long-time readers will recall my first sexual
encounter. It was about two months
before my seventeenth birthday when my friend Eddie helped me repaint my
bedroom. I had made a pass at my math
tutor, a jock who was a year older than me, a couple of months earlier and that
ended very badly but it was actually Eddie who suggested we fool around. So Eddie was the first guy I had actually
seen naked and hard. We became lovers
for the rest of our time in high school, but it ended, as all good things tend
to do, after we graduated and he went to college in Miami. We saw each other from time to time; over
Christmas and Spring breaks when he came back to visit his family and one
summer when I went down to Miami. But
the spark had faded even though the sex was still really good. We eventually moved on but stayed close
friends. Eddie died a few years back and
I went down for his funeral. I still think
of him from time to time. I guess what
they say is true – You never really get over your first love. Now, Ian’s first time was very
different. I’ll let him tell it.
My First Time
For seven weeks every
summer from the time I was nine to the time I turned sixteen, my parents sent
me to camp in Maine where my father and brothers had spent many of their
summers. It was idyllic. Lots of woods and nature trails, safe places
to go swimming and canoeing, campfires and all the other things that summer
camp usually conjure in your mind.
It was an all-boys camp,
no girls were allowed except on family visiting days. It was there that I got interested in archery
and target shooting. I got pretty good
at archery too and even medaled in several local competitions in high
school.
Anyway, the camp was
where I had my first sexual encounter.
Even thought the camp was segregated by age, there was still some
interaction between the age groups. It
happened during the summer of 2001. I
was fifteen and Wally was sixteen. We
had meet years earlier, most of the kids that went to the camp returned year
after year, and Wally and I had often competed against in archery and target
shooting. Each of the four shower
facilities were shared by two of the eight barracks and it was not unusual to see
boys going to or coming from the showers in little more than their shower shoes
and a towel. Well, one evening after a
particularly muddy game of tug-of-war, I headed to the showers and caught Wally
and another boy, I can’t remember his name, beating off. It was the other boy who saw me first, but it
was Wally who invited me to their “circle jerk” he called it. Of course I joined in, I had been
masturbating in the shower both at home and at camp for years. But doing it with others was a new thrill. It didn’t take long for us to shoot our
loads. The other boy left quickly, as if
he were embarrassed at having done it.
Wally lingered.
“You think you can beat
me at the End-of-Summer Competition this year?” Wally asked as I lathered up.
“I beat you last year,
didn’t I?” I came back laughing.
“Yeah, you did.”
The soap ‘slipped’ out
of my hand and landed by Wally’s foot.
When he bent down to pick it up for me, he came face to face with my
hard, soapy dick.
“That’s a nice looking
dick,” Wally said just loud enough to be heard over the spray of the showers.
I turned into the spray
to wash off the soap and showed him my ass.
When I turned back around, his cock was just as hard as mine.
“Like what you see?” I
asked. “I know I do.”
That’s when we heard the
sound of other voices and the door to the shower area open. I turned off the water and Wally tossed me a
towel. I was wrapping the towel around
my waist when three other boys entered and turned on some showerheads. I grabbed another towel from the stack and
began drying my hair as I walked to the doorway where Wally was standing. “Meet me at the boathouse,” I whispered as I
paused at the door. “An hour after
lights out.” I did not wait for his
reply.
The rest of the day is a
hazy blur. All I remember was that at
the appointed hour I was waiting in the shadows of the boathouse, jumping at
every sound. A few minutes later Wally
arrived. Now that he was there, I didn’t
know what to do next. Luckily Wally
did. We snuck into the boathouse and
found some tarps, live vests and big coils of rope that we fashioned into
make-shift chairs. That’s when Wally
pulled out a lighter and a joint. He
took the first drag and handed the joint to me.
I took a drag and started coughing.
“First time?” I nodded.
“Don’t inhale so much, just let it fill you.” A few minutes later we were smoking a second
joint and feeling good. I had never felt
so light before, and the moonlight seemed brighter. I looked over at Wally and he seemed to glow,
like I could see his aura. I touched his
face. “You are so beautiful,” I remember
saying. He pulled me close and we
kissed. It was electric. I had never felt that way before. I remember feeling very constrained, like I
was too big for my clothes and I was going to bust out of them.
Wally was already
shirtless as I struggled with mine. He
helped pull it over my head and I couldn’t help but laugh. I was lying on a bed of coiled ropes covered
by a tarp in a dark boathouse being undressed and all I could do was giggle. That is until something warm and wet engulfed
my cock. I know it was Wally’s mouth,
but then it felt like I was being devoured by a warm, moist shadow that I just
wanted to curl up in.
There in the warm
darkness, I ran my fingers over Wally’s skin – his shoulders and back, all the
way to his ass – it was all so incredibly smooth! When he came up for air I kissed him, the
taste of my own cock mingled with his sweetness was intoxicating! I had to know what he tasted like. I slid off the make-shift chair and faced his
hard member. It seemed to glow and
pulse. I opened my mouth and took him
in. I suckled on his cock through base
instinct, knowing what to do but not really how, nor did it really matter, I
was in heaven! Wally’s body soon tensed
and his cock quavered in my mouth. There
was a sweet saltiness I had never known before and then came a torrent. What issued from Wally’s cock was the
sweetest nectar I had ever had.
When Wally was done
coming, he pulled out of my mouth, pushed me onto my back and went down on me
again. It did not take many minutes for
me to shoot my load and when it was over, Wally and I lay in the boatshed simply
breathing.
After a few minutes we
got up and slipped into the water of the empty berth to wash off the drying cum
and the sweat. The water was icy cold
against our skin and the effects of the marijuana were wearing off. We climbed out of the water, found a towel to dry ourselves with and got dressed.
We had been in the boathouse over an hour and it was time to sneak back
into our dorms. The easiest way was
through the rear doors of the lavatories.
As luck would have it, getting back in was as easy as getting out and no
one knew what we had done.
Wally and I met several
more times that summer, sometimes in the boathouse, sometimes in other
places. Only once were we nearly caught,
but we managed to get back to our bunks without incident that time too.
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