Ian’s Story, Part Three

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.