From: bowin44@my-dejanews.com
Subject: My First Time . A True Story Part 1
Date: Sun, 19 Jul 1998 17:36:58 GMT

Please note that this story is as I remember it happened warts and all.It
should only by read by adults.

I had meant to be camping for a few days in our summer holiday with my friend
Barry. Everything had gone wrong at the very last moment and he hadn't been
able to come. My parents had already left to spend a few days in London. I
decided to go on my own. We  had picked out on the map a likely area close to
a stream in a heavily wooded area.. We had had to tell our parents that we
were going on a proper site or we wouldn't have been allowed to go. I
probably wouldn't have been allowed to go if they knew I was on my own, but
they didn't know!


 I was disappointed that Barry had not been able to come, he was a new friend
who had just moved into the area and somehow we just 'clicked'. I knew that
some of the other boys used to get together and play 'naughty' games in the
woods. It was the early sixties and we were all taught to be very careful
when changing (under towels) and that sort of thing. I would like to have
been included in the naughty games but aside from the fact that I wasn't
asked I was embarrassed by the fact that I had virtually no pubic hair.
Glimpses I had caught of other boys revealed that they had much more.
Although I was quite tall and thin I was aware that my bottom was a bit
chubby and girlish looking. In the swimming baths I had noticed one or two
men looking at me, although we were pretty naive about that sort of thing we
had pretended to understand when older boys had made sniggering remarks such
as 'don't bend over to do up your shoelaces in front of him'. (Surely they
didn't do 'that'.)  I had called on Barry a week earlier and he had been
still in bed, his mother showed me into his bedroom and then went shopping.
Barry put the covers aside and lying on his back in just his pyjamas asked me
if I wanted to give him a doctors examination. I enthusiastically went along
with the idea. I soon got to the area of his pyjama bottoms which I
cautiously slipped down a little, when he showed no resistance I had pulled
them completely down to his ankles. Of course he had a fair amount of pubic
hair from which his penis was becoming visible aroused. Not really knowing
what to do I just massaged him slowly around his penis. I plucked up courage
and touched it and then had started to stroke it. It was the first time I had
ever touched anyone else like that. I then started to play with him in
earnest until he climaxed. Not wishing to miss anything I followed him into
the bathroom relishing his nakedness and so that I could keep looking at his
bare bottom. As he stood at the sink I wanted to stroke his bottom but did
not have the courage. He then said that he had better get dressed. As we went
out later I had the feeling that Barry was experienced in this sort of thing
and a feeling of excitement that at last I would be involved in naughty
games.


I had been saving up and with the money I had received on my fourteenth
birthday had bought a new tent (I bought a large four man one, but not a fly
sheet) and was anxious to try it out properly (not just in the garden). It
took about three hours to cycle to the place I had chosen It was a very warm
August day and I wished I was wearing shorts instead of jeans. There was a
pub opposite where the stream ran down with grass banks on either side. Two
tents were pitched some distance apart. I was determined to camp well off the
road and pushed my heavily laden bike down a well trodden track running by
the stream. There were several tents spaced out along the stream  and I
noticed one or two had men sitting outside who eyed me rather strangely. I
assumed that they didn't want me camping too near. I came to a fallen tree
which was obstructing the path. I was struggling to lift my bike over it when
I was surprised when a man appeared and offered to help. I then  saw that he
had a tent pitched nearby. Seeing my camping gear he told me that there was
only one other place about fifty yards past his tent then it was too
overgrown. I had not wanted to camp so near anyone else but allowed him to
lead me to the place he mentioned. He said that he always camped here and
that it was a good position, it was by the stream where the water was a bit
deeper and it was possible to swim.

I suppose the man was about thirty five, he told me his name was John. He was
plumpish fair and freckled, and spoke softly in an educated manner. He was
very kind offering to help me to pitch my tent. We soon had the tent up he
had a good sense of humour and kept making little jokes which had me
laughing. He asked me about myself and I soon found that I was telling him
all about myself and why I was camping on my own. He looked at his watch and
said that he was going to the pub for a drink before it closed, he suggested
that I have a swim in the stream adding that I didn't need to wear anything
as boys usually swam naked in the stream.

 When he left I waited a few minutes and decided that I would have a bathe. I
nervously took all my clothes off, shy that someone would see me, looking
around to make sure nobody was about (I didn't have any trunks with me
anyway) and stooped down into the cold water. It felt exciting to be naked in
the forest but I was  frightened that someone would  come by. As I was coming
out of the water I heard some footsteps and quickly put my towel around me, I
had only packed a hand towel which I had to try and hold together as best I
could as it did not quite meet. I moved the towel around so that the gap at
the join came at my side to reveal as little as possible. Someone was coming
down the path, I wondered whether he was from one of the tents upstream, I
realised that he would come within only a few feet of me, he was wearing very
short shorts and plimsolls, he was well tanned against my white body  I
turned so that he would not see my bare thigh, I rubbed myself with the towel
as though I was drying myself. To my dismay he stopped when he came level and
asked whether the water was cold.. He had a big grin on his face and spoke to
me as though he knew me and  in a very friendly way. Although he was probably
about twenty five he looked like a big boy. He then started asking me
questions about my tent saying that he was going to buy a new one and could
he look at mine. As we walked over to the ten the man picked up my clothes
for me, I was embarrassed because my white underpants were on top. When I
turned to show him the tent I saw his eyes focus on where my towel didn't
meet. As I  bent over to undo the flaps I thought that he was watching to see
how much he could see under my towel. He asked whether he could go inside I
reluctantly scrambled in keeping my towel around me with difficulty, he
followed, as I sat on my sleeping bag I slipped the towel round so that it
was completely covering my front but my bottom was bare against the sleeping
bag. He sat next to me and seemed genuinely interested in the tent and asked
me questions about it. He stopped talking and looked at my towel, then he
lent over towards me and whispered to me that he liked playing with boys. He
then asked me whether I wanted to be a naughty boy. He pulled the towel from
me, although I was holding it I let it go. I felt very embarrassed and
conscious of having no pubic hair and how small my penis was. When he saw
that I didn't have any pubic hair he asked me how old I was, and was
surprised when I told him. He started to touch me, I  felt very vulnerable as
he started to fondle my penis and all around it, he paused and told me to
turn over, I did so glad to hide my penis. He massaged my buttocks and then
started to slip his fingers up and down my crack and then surprised me by
asking me whether I wanted to 'pooh'. I said that I didn't want to, he then
asked whether I would like to  see him 'pooh'? Although he was a man he
somehow behaved like a boy. I said yes. He crawled out of the tent and then
turned round to watch me follow him. I got up and quickly pulled my jeans on
not bothering about any pants and followed him out. He led me into the woods
making sure I was following until we came to a place that was quite well
hidden. He said that he would do it here and he was going to take his
knickers off. He pulled his shorts off. His penis was only slightly aroused
and  very red looking and shiny, seeming to go to a point. It was surrounded
by dark pubic hair. and then he turned round and told me to watch. His bottom
was very round and chubby, similar to mine. My penis started to grow as I
felt the naughtiness of being naked in the woods like this. I watched,
fascinated yet repulsed, he stood almost upright with his legs apart, his
anus distending to eject a 'sausage' which landed with a dull thud. He then
turned around and started to play with his erect penis which looked a bit
like a shiny carrot, within a few seconds he climaxed. He then grinned at me
and stepped behind me, he put his hands round my waist and undid my jeans,
pulling them down to my knees, then he pressed his wet penis  on to my
bottom, reached round and started to stroke my penis, his hand was damp from
where he had climaxed making my penis sticky.. Feeling his wet penis touching
my bottom and him playing with me aroused me and after some time I climaxed.
I realised that I had not been at the camping place for more than a couple of
hours and I'd already had an 'experience'. I felt very guilty as I walked
back to the stream with him. He parted saying that he would see me later.

John was back. He asked me if I had had a swim. I told him that I had. He
then asked if anyone had been by.  I decided to tell him that I had seen a
man who seemed a bit odd but not what had happened. John explained that it
was Simon, he was a little backward. But mad keen on camping. His parents
would set him up camping  occasionally checking that he was alright and
bringing out provisions. He told me that  he liked to spy on people
especially boys. There had been an occasion when he was caught 'fiddling'
with a boy. (I blushed at this) He would lay in watch in the woods for hours
where he knew the campers went to the 'lavatory' so he could get a glimpse of
them doing it. John then told me that the pub on the road was a meeting place
for men and they sometimes camped in the area of the woods that we were in. I
probably looked a bit blank because John asked me if I had ever been
interfered with by a man. I blushed again wondering whether John knew what
had happened earlier. I asked whether he meant the 'don't accept any sweets
from strange men' warning that we were always given. He said yes and then
asked me if anything had happened to me. Avoiding what had happened earlier I
decided to tell him about an incident that happened two years previously.


I had been fishing and a youngish man had set himself up in the same fishing
place as I was in. After a couple of hours he had sat down beside me, whilst
he had been talking to me he started to tickle my legs with his fingers. I
was wearing extremely baggy shorts, as I was giggling he started to put a
hand up my shorts leg. He put his hand in between my underpants and leg and
started to fondle my penis. He had then told me to stand up, this time he put
his hand up the back of my shorts and had felt all over my bottom. After
about ten minutes he stopped and told me not to tell anyone, packed up his
gear and left. John asked me if I had told anyone, I replied no, only him. He
asked me if I had liked it, I replied that I hadn't disliked it. John laughed
when I said that. Laughing he had then put his hand up one of the legs of my
jeans, reaching just past my ankle he said that that wasn't much good unless
I took my jeans off. I had giggled at that, and then we he started asking me
about school. Before I left to go back to my tent John told me to come over
at about eight for a cup of cocoa, adding that he always turned in early when
camping.


The light was just beginning to fade as I made my way over to John's tent. He
looked up and laughingly said here was the boy who didn't dislike his bottom
being tickled. He was pouring a whisky I was astonished at the size of the
glass. He told me that he only drank when he was on holiday, He had always
camped here and had been coming for years. He asked me more questions and I
found myself talking about myself and my friends. He was very easy to talk to
always making amusing remarks. He refilled his glass, I was getting tired, so
I didn't mention the coca he had offered and told him that I was going to
turn in. He bid me goodnight.

The following day I did not see John until he walked by to go to the pub at
lunchtime. He apologised about the coca and told me to come over that evening
and he would definitely do one. As soon as John had gone Simon appeared. I
had been thinking about what had happened yesterday. I had found it
interesting and exciting to see him naked and it was an unusual experience
for me. I found that thinking about it aroused me and gave me a nice feeling.
Without Barry I was beginning to get a bit bored and I had three more days to
stay. Simon was only wearing shorts again which he called knickers. He said
hello and then straight out asked to see me 'pooh'. I told him that I
couldn't go and had not been since the day before  yesterday. Then with his
usual grin he asked if he could see inside my tent again. I led him into the
tent (this time I was wearing my jeans) and we were sitting side by side, he
said to me that if I did the tent flaps up he would take his knickers off. As
I was doing the tent flaps up we heard a faint call of 'Simon'. He said he
had to go and was gone leaving me feeling a bit disappointed I was wondering
what to do when Simon returned and said that his parents had arrived and
brought a lot of cakes, he persuaded me to join them. Apparently he had an
appointment with a doctor the following day and he would have to leave that
evening.

Simon's mother and father seemed quite old, were smartly dressed and had
brought folding chairs. His mother never stopped talking she told me that
Simon was twenty eight but was like 'a boy of fifteen' but he was very
sensible and could look after himself. That he was a 'nature boy' referring
to his only wearing shorts and she was glad he had found a friend (me). (I
remembered guiltily what had happened yesterday). Suddenly Simon interjected
saying that I couldn't go to the toilet. I blushed scarlet at this, his
mother did not turn a hair but said that she always carried some laxative
chocolate in case Simon needed any. She delved into a massive hand bag and
produced a bar from which she handed me some with the comment that it would
probably take about an hour. Simon's mother handed out the cakes not pausing
for breath in telling me about Simon. After about half an hour I could feel
that the chocolate was taking effect, highly embarrassed I said that the
chocolate was working and I would have to go off into the trees. Simon said
that he would come with me and show me where to go and help me. Shocked at
this I was about to say that I'd be alright when Simon's mother said that
that was nice of him, she told him to get his toilet paper and he could hand
it to me when I needed it and he was to make sure that I wiped myself
properly or otherwise I would get a sore bottom. I blushed all over at this
and the thought that Simon's parents knew what I'd be doing and also in front
of Simon as though I was a young boy. I suppose they still considered him
only a boy and therefore I must have seemed much younger. It was all so very
different from what I was used to.


Simon led me to the  place we went to yesterday. He took his shorts off to
reveal he was erect. I could tell he was very excited. He told me to take all
my clothes off. I hesitated, Simon said that it was safe here and no one
would see. I stripped to my pants as Simon watched. He gently played with
himself.  When I stepped out of my pants I felt the thrill of being naked in
the woods again. Simon told me to stoop down, I knew that I wanted to go as I
hadn't been since I came camping. Simon was right behind me watching, I
didn't think that I could go like this but then I felt that I had started.
Simon made an excited noise and told me to do it standing up. I awkwardly
stood up, I remembered what I had seen the day before and wondered why he
liked it. When I finished he told me to step over to him. The atmosphere was
very sexually charged with the raw nudity and I was erect. He told me to bend
over and put my legs apart. I thought that he was going to wipe my bottom. I
felt him rub his penis up and down my crack, he told me that he was going to
put it inside me. He placed the tip of his penis right on my anus and pushed.
I felt that I was slowly yielding to him. Suddenly I felt him sliding right
into me and he was pressed right against me, I could feel that he was right
inside me and his pubic hairs touching my bottom, his hands holding my waist
to him. It had hurt for a few moments  but quickly eased. He started pushing
in and out, with as long as stokes as he could make stopping every so often.
It felt very odd standing in the woods like this with Simon's penis up my
bottom. Then I realised that he was climaxing, he gripped me hard with his
hands and sighed. He stayed up my bottom for about another minute and then
withdrew. He started to clean himself and handing some paper to me told me to
do the same and we had better get back. I was in quite a mess and Simon had
to help me, we then quickly got dressed, Simon telling me 'not to say
anything'. Simon's mother asked why we had been gone a long time, Simon
replied that I'd gone very slowly and had done three large plops. Simon's
mother just chatted on and handed out more cakes, but my mind was mainly on
what had just happened. After some time I left saying goodbye  and went back
to my tent amazed at what had happened.


I decided to go over to John's tent a bit earlier than he suggested. He asked
me if time was dragging without my friend Barry. I admitted it was, he joked
that I could have come over to have my bottom tickled. I laughed wondering
whether he meant it. He changed the subject by asking me if I wanted a drink,
I immediately refused but he still poured a small whisky  which he then
topped up with squash. He told me that he had had too much to drink the night
before and tonight he was only to going to have one glass. I realised that he
had something of a drink 'problem'. I sipped my drink  and found it not as
bad as I thought. He then got out a packet of cigarettes and told me to take
one. I did so, puffing it lightly and not inhaling, I was fairly used to
having the odd cigarette when any of my friends could get a packet, so I
didn't cough.

 John said that as it was hot he was surprised that I hadn't gone for a swim.
I replied that I hadn't brought any trunks, he said that he told me that it
would have been alright for me to swim naked, or was I shy? He said sometimes
boys would come camping on their own and often they would swim bare, mind
you, he chuckled, they don't know that I can see them. he then asked me when
the man who had tickled me, what exactly had he done. I told him that he had
stroked me all over my bottom, penis and testicles. He asked whether the man 
had stroked me up and down my crack. I told him yes realising that the talk
was making me excited again. I was also feeling a little light headed from
the drink and cigarette. John asked me what I slept in. I sheepishly replied
that I had brought pyjamas. Barry and I had spoken about this before we left
and had muted the exciting possibility that we would sleep in the nude,
however when I was packing I was told to take pyjamas, I had worn them the
night before. John said that he slept nude. He told me that he went to a
boarding school and the boys were caned when they were wearing pyjamas. I was
interested in this as I had read a lot of old school stories and asked him
whether the were ever caned on their bare bottoms. He said that the teachers
weren't supposed to but if you had to report to some of the prefects, they
would make the boys strip naked, particularly the first year boys with their
chubby bottoms. John asked me what happened at my school, I replied that a
ruler on the hand was the most anyone got.  So, he said looking at me with a
grin, if a boy smoked, drank whisky and let his bottom be tickled don't you
think he should get more than the ruler on his hand. Realising he was
referring to me I laughed and said that I didn't know. He said a caning on
the bottom did a boy good and that he liked giving a boy a thrashing on his
bottom so that it went red. I knew that this talking had made me erect. I
think that John noticed, he said that I obviously liked naughty talk, adding
that camping made boys naughty. John then said that he had a few chores to do
before he turned in. Suddenly remembering the cocoa he said he would bring a
mug over just before he went to bed. Taking the hint I got up to leave, As I
was leaving he called jokingly that it was not often that he had the chance
to tuck up a naughty boy in his pyjamas.

When I got back to my tent I decided that I would quickly get into my
sleeping bag.  I put on my pyjama and zipped myself into my sleeping bag. I
found that I had kept giggling to myself thinking about what we had been
talking about. It seemed quite a long time before I saw a light dancing
across the tent. Before I saw him he asked whether the naughty boy was in his
pyjamas. I called out yes. He opened the flap of the tent and crawled in
carrying a powerful lantern. I was shocked to see that he was nude.  He
looked a bit plumper without his clothes on, his skin seemed very milky and
hairless. Seeing that I was surprised at seeing him naked he said that he was
just going to turn in and I wasn't shocked? In my confusion I said no. My
eyes were drawn to his penis which looked quite blue and was a bit banana
shaped. It was erect. It was much larger than Barry's or Simon's. He did not
have much pubic hair. I realised that this was the second man who I had seen
naked that day.

He leant back out of the tent I caught sight of his bottom which was quite
round. It was much larger than any of the boys at school! Coming back in,
seeming to take his nudity for granted, I saw that he had a piece of willow
branch or similar about the thickness of a finger in his hand. He told me
that it was for punishing naughty boys. Although he had the stick he still
spoke in his usual manner  and I was not sure how serious he was. He then
told me I deserved to be caned on my bottom. I said that someone might find
out if I went home and still had marks on my bottom. I was surprised when he
said all the better and you can tell them the truth, that you were smoking
and drinking, and that was why you were punished. I was confused by this
assuming that he would not want anyone to know, worried, I said that I would
get into terrible trouble if I was found out for not only camping alone but
also for  not going to a proper site.

Seeing my concern he suggested lightly that perhaps there may be 'other ways'
I could be punished. I repeated that I would get into trouble if I was found
out.  He said well let me see you in your pyjamas while I think about it. He
grasped the zip of my sleeping bag and undid it all the way round and then
uncovered me. He then told me to turn over, I did so aware of the cloth of my
pyjamas clinging tightly to my buttocks. He told me that he liked boys in
their pyjamas, they looked 'sexy' but he preferred them nude, saying this he
started to gently stroke my bottom, I looked over my shoulder at him and saw
that his penis was totally erect. He started to lightly tickle me through my
pyjamas saying that didn't I think he could do it better if I was bare. He
then said that if I were to take my pyjamas off he would 'think' about the
caning. I asked him if I did let him see me naked would that mean no caning?
He said laughing, no, but if I didn't take them off he would cane me. I asked
him if I did let him see me whether it would be an absolute secret. He said
that if I didn't tell anyone no one would know, laughing he added I suppose
you aren't going to go home and say oh by the way I took all my clothes off
for a naked man. I giggled at the absurdity of that and knew that I although
I was apprehensive I was also excited at the prospect of letting John see me
bare.

John told me to take my jacket of first, I turned over and sat up, unbuttoned
it and slipped it off. Bottoms next said John. Sitting on my sleeping bag I
hesitantly undid the top button, the waist sprang apart, I pulled them down
raising myself up so that they were around my knees. My penis  completely
exposed to his gaze. Completely off John commanded. I did as I was told. I
was nervous but liked the feeling of the total nudity. John gently put my
knees flat so that I was laid out straight, I was relieved that my penis was
slightly aroused, not looking like some miserable acorn! He was surprised
that I was hairless, he gently massaged me all around, sensing when I was
aroused too much, he stopped. I found this delicious and wished it would go
on for ever. I saw that there was a glistening drop of white on the end of
his penis, occasionally he leant over and let it touch me leaving an elastic
thread. He didn't say anything all the time this was happening, then he told
me that I was a very naughty boy and to turn over so that he could see my
naughty bottom. I did as I was told, he immediately started to run his
fingers up and down my crack, gently pushing my cheeks apart. He told me to
open my legs wide. I felt  self conscious as I did so and knew what I was
showing him. I wondered whether he would be able to tell what Simon had done
to me and would he want to do the same, it might hurt as he was so much
bigger. Just fingering my anus he said that if I wasn't caned this would be
where he would punish me. He then told me that he was like a boy scout and
always prepared, I saw him feel under the tent flap and bring in a small tin
of Vaseline.

He told me to lie on my back and hold my legs right up and apart. I did so
realising that I was showing him everything. I watched through my legs, saw
that John was kneeling his face inches from my bottom. I felt the cool touch
of the Vaseline on my anus he was gently pulsating his finger up my bottom
trying to get it inside me, he told me to relax, I tried to and he was in,
pushing as far as he could go and feeling around. I liked the feeling of
violation and knew that I would let him do anything he wanted to me. John
then told me to lie on my side with my knees drawn up. John moved his
position to behind me and  I felt the warm touch of the end of his penis. It
was very firm and he started pressing it hard trying to get inside me. I felt
the pain as my anus was seemingly for ever being distended as he started to
enter me. He told me that he was going to put it in all the way. I gasped as
he pushed himself right into me his body pressing against mine. John asked me
if I was alright. The initial pain had eased slightly, I told him it hurt a
bit but it was wearing off. He told me that that was what naughty boy's
bottoms got done to them.. To my surprise he then completely withdrew. He
told me to go into a crawling position, he put some more Vaseline on me and
entered me again. It didn't hurt quite so much this time. He eased himself in
and out a few times and withdrew again. He then told me to follow him out of
the tent as he liked to take boys bending over. On the grass outside the tent
he told me to touch my toes with my legs apart. He pushed himself inside me
as far as he could go and started to slide his hands around my thighs. He
suddenly moaned and I felt this throbbing inside me. It seemed to go on for
such a long time I wondered how much he was depositing inside me. It felt
quite a bit different than when Simon had done it to me. He finally withdrew,
and giving my bottom a surprisingly hard smack asked if I was alright. I told
him that my bottom felt a 'bit funny'. I didn't know whether what he had done
inside me would start to trickle out down my legs.

He told me to go back into the tent and lie face down, he would clean me up.
He went over to his tent and brought some paper he was still nude but limp
now. He cleaned me off and slapping me on the bottom and left me there saying
he would see me in the morning. I cautiously felt my bottom with my fingers
but it seemed alright.

The following morning John came over and asked if I was alright. I said I
thought so but my bottom was a bit sore. He told me to let my jeans and pants
down so that he could check me. Despite what had happened the night before I
felt embarrassed as I bent over and he parted my cheeks. He said that I would
be alright in a couple of days and asked me if I would tell anyone. I assured
him that I wouldn't. He told me that he had some cream which would help. I
went back to his tent with him. I bent over with my jeans and pants down as
he gently worked the cream into my anus and then just inside me. I felt it's
soothing effect immediately, I could see that John was getting aroused but he
suddenly slapped my bottom telling me to come over at about 2'o' clock so
that he could put some more on. I was already feeling a lot less sore.

I went over to John's tent at 2'o' clock, John was not there so I waited for
him. After a few minutes he returned, I could tell that he had had quite a
lot to drink. I had to tell him why I was there. He told me to go into his
tent and lie down bare 'arse up' on his sleeping bag. I did so surprised that
I had to take all my clothes off, I wondered if he was going to do some more
things to me. When he came in and saw me lying naked he said that he only
meant me to bare my bottom and that I was a 'tart'. He started to apply the
cream to my anus with a circular motion. He then started a pulsating motion
and I could feel him entering me. He put his finger inside me as far as it
would go feeling around. With his other hand he started to fondle my thigh.
He pulled his finger out and told me get onto my knees and kneel in an
upright position. He got behind me and putting his finger back up my bottom
he grasped my penis with his other hand and started pumping it. I soon became
erect and after a while climaxed making his hand damp. Leaving me kneeling he
undressed, his penis was erect and seemingly quivering with anticipation. He
lay on his back and told me to pretend that his penis was a lollypop. I had
to straddle him so that my bottom was close to his face. I cautiously slipped
my open mouth on to the end of his penis trying not to bite him. I started to
lick the underside, almost immediately he moaned and he was filling my mouth
up, with a pulsating warm stream which I tried to swallow. He pushed me off
and over on to my front, yanking my legs apart he was down on me and pushing
his sticky wet, but still stiff, penis right into my anus. He entered me, my
anus submitting totally, and he climaxed again with even more urgency. I
could feel his pubic hairs tickling my bottom as he did small circular
movements with the shaft of his penis. He was pressing himself against my
bottom so as to get as deep inside me as possible. I realised then that it
did not hurt!  He relaxed and stayed up my bottom while his penis gradually
shrunk inside me. He then eased himself off me and asked if I was alright. I
seemed to be totally exhausted and just wanted to stay naked but, whether it
was the result of what he had done to me, I felt that I needed to go to the
toilet. Although it was still the afternoon he told me to run over to behind
the trees and 'go'. I did so after making sure no one was about. I stooped
down and I realised that I was mostly getting rid of what he had done inside
me, I then darted back to the tent. John told me to go for a bathe in the
stream and clean myself up. I did so and  got dressed. John told me that that
had been the best time for him for years and that I had a very naughty
bottom!

John said that he was leaving the next morning, he asked me if I would tell
anyone. I assured him that I wouldn't but in fact I did tell Barry. Barry was
disappointed that he hadn't been able to come, he persuaded me to let him do
to me what John and Simon had done. Then he had let me do it to him. Usually
on Saturday mornings we would go into the woods for our big secret our
'bottom games' thinking that we were far advanced than other boys our age. I
wonder if we were?

I can see now, why camping alone in the woods at that age, could be seen as
risky!

End.