Date: Tue, 17 Jan 2006 18:59:57 -0800 (PST)
From: V
Subject: SUMMER CAMP UP NORTH

I really hate doing the disclaimer thing.  You know if you are supposed to
be reading this or not.  If not, leave. This story will depict scenes of
sex between 2 or more males, and between 2 or more females, and
combinations of both.  Both males and females will be early teenagers at
the oldest.  If this offends you, or is illegal where you are then back out
of this site.  We all know you won't, so be assured that this is purely
fiction.  If this sounds like someone you know, it is only coincidence.
But if it does, let me know.


SUMMER CAMP UP NORTH


I think all of us are familiar with summer camp to one degree or another.
When I was 13, my parents moved to upper New York State to a small town
called Ogdensburg.  It sat right on the St. Lawrence River with Canada on
the other side.  Dad was a civil engineer and got an offer he couldn't turn
down and Mom was a school teacher and teachers were in big demand in
smaller towns up north.  Dad negotiated an early summer move so I could
finish my 8th grade year before we moved.

I was not happy at all about the move, having to leave everything that was
familiar for someplace I had absolutely no idea where it was even at.  The
school year finally ended and we had our goodbye parties and we were off to
the "sticks".  I had grown up in a rather large city and had no desire to
be Daniel Boone in the wilderness.  If I had anything to say about this,
which I obviously didn't, we would be moving back to civilization at the
earliest possible convenience.

Like I said at the beginning, the company Dad worked for gave him a pretty
good package to get him to move.  One of the "perks" was a very nice 2
story right on the River.  We had five acres of trees and almost park like
landscaping with the house situated right about in the middle of the
property.  I had not only my own room, but my own floor.  There were two
bedrooms and a large bathroom upstairs, and the master bedroom "suite" was
downstairs.  Mom and Dad furnished one of the rooms upstairs with a
computer, television, video games, for my pleasure, and the other room was
my bedroom.

Being 13 and just beginning to go through puberty, I was beginning to be
obsessed with my developing body and what it would do.  Frequently, back
then, I would wake up at night with a raging hard on and right on the verge
of some magnificent breakthrough I was sure, but just what, I didn't know.
I loved the feeling of my cock being so hard and I would kick off the
covers and slide my pants down and play with my friend for long periods.  I
really didn't know about masturbation yet, but I sure liked the feeling of
my hand just feeling my boner.  Sometimes I would wake up with a real woody
and have to pee.  I would strip down naked and walk down the hallway to the
bathroom and stand there, trying to bend that thing down enough to hit the
toilet, and still be able to let go and urinate.  Many times I would not
have the right angle and I would hit the back of the toilet seat, or hit
the tank.  Then I would have to go to the trouble of cleaning up the mess.
One time, on a particularly hot summer night, I woke up with an extremely
hard woody and knew I didn't want to clean up a mess in the bathroom, but I
had to go.  My bedroom window was a dormer, so I could open the window,
crawl out on the roof and just lay there and watch the stars if I felt like
it, or lay up there and make plans to sabotage my dad's job so we could
move back to the city.  This night however, I had another idea.  I stripped
off my shirt and shorts, opened the window, crawled out onto the roof
completely naked, and slowly crept down to the edge of the roof.  I stood
there with the breeze tickling my balls and let go a stream of piss that
must have landed halfway to the river.  It felt so good to just go and not
worry about cleaning up a mess.

After we had been there for a couple months, my parents got involved with a
local church.  Ergo: I got involved with a local church.  Being a small
town, there isn't a lot of activities to keep a young person occupied, so
even going to church was something to almost look forward to.  There were
at least a few kids my age there and when they discovered that we weren't
going anywhere soon, and were going to be part of the community, began to
invite me to join in on some of their activities.

Bill and Johnny were my age and Greg was 2 years older.  I found out Donna
and Peggy were both going to be in the same grade at school, and Liz and
Barb were twin sisters who were a year younger.  As it turned out, this
church sent kids from the congregation to their denominational camp about
60 miles away on a small lake in the woods for two weeks during the summer.
The camp was divided by age groups and the group I was in was13 to 16 and
we had the first two weeks in August for our camp.

Remember, I had no wish to play Daniel Boone or Davey Crocket, or Geronimo,
but I was getting bored out of my head already.  There were no theaters, no
school, no nothing going on and anything sounded like a break from
nothingness.

The time arrived and Mom and Dad drove Bill, Johnny and Me down to the camp
and got us situated in our tent cabins and made sure we had everything we
needed and left us with a wave and a "See you in two weeks!" and drove off.
For the rest of the day we just wandered about, signing up for the
different activities that were going to be offered during the two week
period, finding the mess hall and the recreation hall and the fire pit
where evening plays and ceremonies took place.  Greg's parents arrived a
little later with Greg and another boy I hadn't met.  Through out the day,
Bill and Johnny met some kids they had been at camp with last year when
they were the old kids in the 8 to 12 year old group.  Every once in a
while I would hear some whispered reference by one of the older boys to an
initiation usually followed by giggles and red faces and some exaggerated
winks.  I was getting curious, but not concerned.  I knew about some gang
type initiations back home, but I knew nothing like that could occur at a
church camp.  Little did I know.

That first night was rather eventful.  At taps, we all went back to our
tents and got ready for bed.  These tents were full size wall tents with a
wooden floor and two bunk beds, one on each side.  There were two chests
for personal gear, clothing, tooth brush and paste, etc. at each bunk, one
for the top bunk one for the bottom.  The bathroom and shower stalls were
located down the path from the tent sites.  So, if you had to go in the
night, you had to get up and walk down the path about 100 yards to the
bathroom and then back..  Bill, Johnny and I had a tent to ourselves since
guys from the other church groups were pretty well even up so we didn't
have any strange kids we didn't know sleeping with us.  We had never really
slept over at each others house before, and being typical somewhat shy 13
year old boys, we were a little uncomfortable about getting undressed in
front of each other.  Finally, Johnny, who had a little more common sense
than Bill and me, said, "Look guys, we're going to be living together for
two weeks, we'll all be used to getting dressed and undressed by the end of
the week, so what are we afraid of?"  And with that, he peeled off his tee
shirt and pulled down his shorts and hopped into the top bunk above me.
Bill and I kind of looked at each other, and then shrugging his shoulders,
Bill started to peel down also.  I said, "What the heck," and threw off my
shirt and shorts and jumped into bed.  Bill said, "Hey, who's going to turn
of the light?"  We all moaned, and started pointing fingers.  "You do it",
"No, you do it."  Finally, Bill got up wearing his boxers and ran across
the room and flicked the switch.  We all laughed and started talking about
what we were going to do at camp.  Swimming, horseback riding, and archery
were on my list.  We talked for about an hour and finally we all drifted
off to sleep.

Sometime during the night, I woke up and had to pee really badly.  I knew I
would have to walk all the way to the bathroom in the dark and wasn't
looking forward to that, and on top of it all, I had a hugely hard boner.
I tried to lay there until it went away, but it had no intention of going
away, and the urge was getting worse.  I finally decided to sneak out of
the tent as quiet as I could without waking anyone up and just walk a
little ways into the woods and relieve myself.  I got out of bed and stood
up, my hardon trying to peek over the top of my tighty whiteys and tip toed
outside and walked as quietly as I could into the woods, far enough from
the tent that I wouldn't be heard splashing the leaves.  I couldn't pull my
hard penis through the opening in front, so I pulled down my shorts until
they were under my balls and just let loose.  I must have pissed as high as
my head with my boner standing straight at attention through the whole
thing.  Finally done, I took hold of my cock to shake it, and that was a
mistake.  Being as hard as I was, I wrapped my fist around my dick and it
just felt so good, I thought, hey, a few strokes and then I'll go back to
bed.  I was standing there stroking and enjoying the warm night air and I
was feeling so good, I didn't hear Bill sneak up behind me.  Suddenly, I
heard the sound of someone peeing!  I turned around with my cock in my
hand, and there was Bill, letting go his water.  I know, he thought I was
just peeing too, because when I turned at the surprise noise with my hard
on in my hand, he kind of caught himself and started to back away staring
at my cock.  I quickly pulled my shorts up to cover my boner.  Then he
stopped and whispered, "Hey, do you do that too"?  Smiling, he started
walking over to where I was and when I stammered back "Do what?"  He smiled
and pointed.  He said, "I've been doing it for about a year now.  I thought
it was something I invented."  He then proceeded to pull down his tightys,
and it was obvious that he was excited about finding out that other kids
"did it" too.  He started to jack his 4 inch peter off, and I, seeing him
start doing it, pulled my shorts down again and continued to pump my 4
incher off too.  After a few minutes, Bill asked me, "Do you shoot"?  I
said, "A little bit".  "I just started to shoot about 3 months ago," Bill
told me.  I was thinking, that's about the time I shot for the first time.
Pretty soon I could feel that tightness building up in my thighs, spreading
to my balls, and I knew it wouldn't be long.  "OH, ooh, ooh, oooh," God, it
was feeling so good.  A few more pumps and I said, "Here it comes."  I shot
one good wad that flew about 3 feet before hitting the ground and then just
oozed out some more of the milky fluid as I continued to pump my
contractions.  Suddenly Bill was saying, "Me tooooooo" and he blasted a
short rope of jizz, about 3 inches long that went about 2 to 3 feet, and
then continued to fist his cock while the remaining cum dribbled out and
onto his fist.  That was really cool, watching for the first time someone
else do what I had been doing .  What really surprised me was when Bill
lifted his hand to his mouth and started licking his own cum off his hand.
He looked up at me and noticed my expression.  "What"? he asked.  "I've
never done that, tasted it before" I said.  "I like the taste" Bill told
me.  Pointing to my somewhat jizz covered hand he said, "Try it, you've
still got some on your hand."  I wasn't real sure about this.  I mean,
after all, it did come out of my piss hole.  I slowly brought my hand to my
face and tried to smell it.  It didn't smell like piss, I stuck my tongue
out and got just a taste on it and, it really didn't taste bad.  I took a
little more on my tongue and kind of swirled it around in my mouth.  It was
a little bitter and a little sweet and warm.  I had to admit, it wasn't all
that bad.  We decided we had better get back to our tent before someone
else caught us, and quietly made our way back to bed.

The next day was full of organized activities and we didn't have much time
to ourselves except between activities and at lunch and dinner.  Then the
whole group got together at the fire pit for entertainment and stories.
After that it was time to hit the showers and get ready for bed.  Feeling
somewhat relaxed with Bill after our excursion to the woods the night
before, we decided our tent members would all go to the showers together.
We discovered there were actually three large stalls with 6 shower heads in
each stall.  When we got there, there was a bunch of whooping and hollering
and laughing and several boys in the showers and in the dressing area
completely nude and yelling at each other and playing grab ass, trying to
snake each other with their towels.  Some of the older kids were saying
stuff like, "You babies just wait until you're old enough to be initiated."
There was that initiation thing again.  It seemed to be just the 3rd and
4th year campers that knew what it was about, and they weren't saying.  The
rest of the two weeks, I never found out any more except you had to be at
least 15, and there was something about the girl's camp across the lake.

We took our showers that night and headed back to our tent, all the time
talking about what this initiation thing could be about.  When we got back
to the tent we all stripped down to our shorts and, comfortable now with
all the nudity we just experienced, sat around and tried to imagine what
the older guys could have that was such a secret.  As we started to let our
imaginations run wild, we could envision all sorts of things including what
we had secretly fantasized about.  Starting to talk about the girls' camp
and what that would have to do with initiation started us down the road to
boner land.  Bill was the first to notice that Johnny had started to tent
out his shorts and then became aware that he was beginning to tent out
himself.  Looking at both of them beginning to get hard was like someone
pouring gasoline on a fire and I immediately started to get hard myself.  I
had no idea how Johnny would react to what Bill and I had done the night
before, and I didn't know how to bring it up so I said "Guys, I gotta go,"
and headed out the tent door.  I walked back into the woods again and tried
to think about something else so my hard on would go away, but there was no
way I was going to get the thought of naked girls, (our imaginations about
the initiation) out of my mind.  I thought about stroking off to get soft,
but that didn't always work, and besides it would take too long.  Johnny
and Bill would know I was not just taking a wizz.  Nothing came to mind, so
I slowly headed back to the tent still sporting a nice woody and when I got
there, Bill and Johnny were still talking about girls, but they were
whacking off right there on their bunks.  I must have made some noise on
the step of the tent door because they both jumped and grabbed for their
blankets to cover their cocks.  When Bill saw it was me he said "Get in
here Man!  We've been jacking together for a couple of months so it's cool.
Just grab your cock if you haven't already and go to it so we can get some
sleep."  I crawled into my bunk, pulled my shorts down to my knees and
started beating off while watching Bill across the room, and feeling Johnny
bounce the upper bunk while he was spanking his monkey.  It didn't take any
of us long to cum and when everyone had quit groaning and gasping for air,
I started looking around for a towel or dirty shirt or something to clean
ourselves up.  I noticed Bill licking his fingers and watched as he wiped
the cum off his chest with his finger and licked that too. I discovered
that you didn't need a wash cloth as much when you just licked it up and it
really did taste almost good.  Johnny didn't get out of bed either, so I
really don't know what he did, but we were all soon fast asleep.

To be continued...