Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2006 17:10:25 -0800
From: aberration@hush.com
Subject: Summer Camp Affair Intro

Summer Camp Affair
By: Aberration

Introduction to Sex and I meet my Dream, Brian 12, I'm Abernathy 13.

All the usual disclaimers apply.

This is a story involving consensual sex between the principal characters,
which may include grown men and underage boys. If this type of story
offends you, or is not to your liking, then leave now. This is not true. It
is merely a figment of the author's imagination. The author does not
condone unsafe sex, and absolutely does not encourage sex with underage
people no matter the form.

Comments are welcome at aberration@hush.com

We'd begun actually physical education in my seventh grade Middle School
and due to its small size, levels were intermingled and that meant there
was a wide range of physical differences and I studied them ALL. Carefully,
of course, you don't advertise, not at what can be the cruelest biological
age of our lifetimes that you're checking out other guys.

At thirteen I was just realizing that, while my drive for it seemed to
compare with my peers, my attention, or motivation if you will, was
definitely centering on my own sex. I wasn't generally fixated, but the
large tubes and bushy groins of the larger and more robust eighth graders
was a little intimidating and my mind whispered that the tiny appendages of
most of the sixth graders weren't functional enough, a fact I would later
have corrected, most pleasantly by personal experience.

Right then, however, I was most interested in my peers and one type of boy
always seemed fill my thoughts as I would manipulate my three and half inch
erection in bed at night. Not one particular boy mind you, but a sort of
faceless age, might be eleven, might be fourteen, but like myself, the
testes have descended and the penis seems much more alive, just a smidgen
longer then just two weeks ago. Six or seven very soft hairs, but
definitely of much coarser form then any others have sprouted and what used
to be just tingles and soft waves of pleasure, have become far more
focused, sometimes like a bottle rocket, explosions with little droplets of
clear fluid spurting in a rapid fire and exhausting release.

I hadn't discovered masturbation on my own, the one actual experience I'd
had to that point was the fuel, classmates and friends replaced the actual
participant. A friend of my mothers, close throughout high school and her
family visited us when I was just about to turn twelve, husband and two
kids, a girl three years younger and a boy, two years older then I.

Matt was just as my description depicted, shoulders slightly widened, more
definition and a cracking voice with auburn hair and nice, brown eyes. He
was fun, easy going and definitely someone I wanted as a friend, which came
easy for us both, but I of course felt much more. I was confused, excited
and confronting a real crush for the first time.

Sharing my room was thrilling in itself; I'd never had a sleepover, but
when he intimated that a mattress on the floor wasn't to appealing and
accepted my offer to share my bed, I thought my heart would never stop
racing. Stripped to just our underpants, boxers on him, me still in little
boy tight whites, we climbed in to bed and just fell into facing each other
and chatting quietly. I was in heaven.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I whispered quietly.

"Naw," he waved. "I'm not really into that..." and he just left it hanging
there, an awkward silence following.

Then there came a soft request, "Promise you'll keep a secret?"

"Sure," I asked, apparently a little too nonchalantly.

"I mean it," he seriously went on, "My life could be ruined if you don't."

"I promise, Matt," I said, this time genuinely concerned, putting my hand
on his shoulder.

He stared at me for a few seconds, studying my eyes and I so wanted him to
trust me, instinctively I guess, knowing that he was about to reveal
something I wanted to hear.

"Okay," he said with a sigh, "I'm gonna trust you, I like you and I wanna
mess around with you."

"Serious?" I asked, a little surprised by his response.

"Yeah, since the first moment," and he scooted toward me and we kind of
fell together.

He taught me how to masturbate. We masturbated each other. We kissed, which
was the part I came away with liking the best. Then he showed me his
favorite and his sucking was indescribable, and I came shortly after he
started, actually squirting a little immature blast into his mouth, which
he savored then let slide down into his tummy. Sucking him was just as
exciting and I played with my dick, came again, at the same time he did,
only a little shocked, but not revolted by the watery spurts, which tasted
almost sweet until I swallowed them, not wanting to be outdone.

They left the next morning and I was left with solo masturbation, replacing
his face with all the boys I wanted to do it with and learning how to deal
with the messiness that my activity would, not every time, but often
create.

Then seventh grade started and those changing into gym attire and shower
times provided many a picture to enhance my shafting sessions, which was
all there was, I was far too cowardly to attempt to get a relationship
going. I knew what Matt meant about being ruined without being told and
that fear kept me hiding my awful secret.

That summer my parents wonderfully decided I could attend camp and as we
pored over about half a dozen brochures I got more and more animated,
pleasing my parents, but not if they knew what was driving my
excitement. While not the sharpest amongst my peers, I was far from the
dullest either and my brain wouldn't clear out the thoughts of how sleeping
together, swimming, running around with little or nothing on, oh and
showers, the communal showers, would so increase the chances of reliving my
one and only live experience.

So I arrived at Kennecott Summer Farm for boys, a beautiful, but definitely
not home, with bare, featureless cabins, a modest meeting lodge and large
understaffed mess. But there were plenty of activities and well furnished
with not too old equipment, the food wasn't half bad and the surroundings
were fantastic.

There were over seventy-five boys in attendance, three groups of 6 to 8, 9
to 11, and 12 to 14, that being the oldest age for campers.  Each area was
staffed with two senior counselors, older college guys, and six junior
counselors, high school age. They were all really cool and enthusiastic,
though sometimes could be a little rough, but nothing serious and I settled
in right away, knowing I was going to enjoy this time, even if it just
meant getting tons more eye candy for my brain camera.

That was more appropriate than I knew at the time, for that first evening
we marched, towels wrapped around our narrow hips, after a delightful show
where I could see that my cabin of eight was still pretty even as far
development went, half of us had sprouted a few of what I'd come to think
of as "whispies", a third had nice size phallic proportions and the rest
were still `little boy'.

One guy, Mark, was already quite developed with a nicely proportioned bush
and low hanging ball, about three inches limp, but already thick and
possessing the potential to be quite a handful, or mouthful, I thought as
he wrapped his towel around himself. He didn't catch me looking, but Brian
did and the look we exchanged brought courage to my heart, saying without
words an interest and I made sure to get next to him on the short jaunt
over the restroom facilities, as well as a showerhead once there.

We both grinned and removed our towels, jumping quickly under the nicely
hot water, immediately soaping up and pretending not to check each other
and all the rest out. Typical, normal behavior, just like at school, with
the exception that I noticed one of the CIT's (Counselor in Training) had a
roving eye as well and a slight bulge in his camp shorts with the logo on
the right leg.

Oh yeah, I had become quite a crotch watcher after my one nighter with
Matt. Every time I was out in public, shopping or what not, and a lot at
school. I had begun playing a game inside my head when I'd spy a particular
hot boy, did he have any hair down there yet and would he, or had he, be
involved with another boy. Lots of times I'd get caught, getting mixed
reactions, to no reaction at all, but the best were those sly grins and
quick hand adjustments, mostly from older guys.

We hustled as instructed and for me it ended all too soon, and Brian too,
if I read his eyes and smile, not mention we'd both `plumped' a
little. Come to think of it, most all the guys, the `little boys' mostly
being the exception, were bigger then when we stripped inside the
cabin. But that was probably my over active imagination. The hard on I saw
Jake, the CIT adjusting wasn't though, but I don't think anyone else
noticed.

There was about an hour before mandatory lights out and to my delight,
Brian made arrangements with the kid who grabbed the bunk next to me to
switch with him. We were chatting away, both displaying the overtures of
early friendship and it seemed in no time it was time for lights out and
sleep and I can't say about the others, but I fell into contented and
restful night, a new friend and the entire month ahead of me.

"Dude," my new best buddy told me at breakfast, "You fell asleep too early
last night, and you won't believe what happened!"

"What happened?" I grinned. "You wet the bed?"

"That's not funny," he seriously reproached me.

I would hear his confession of being a bed wetter later that morning, a
problem he'd only recently overcome it and was real sensitive about it,
which only endeared him to me even more.

"Oh hey," I said at the time, just as serious, "Sorry, I can be kinda
stupid of sometimes."

"'K, that's cool, but hurry and finish, I can't tell you here, let's take a
walk together." and he was back to his bright, pleasant self.

I quickly devoured the little bit of food I had left and we headed out to
the trail, moving away from any one else for about five minutes. We kind of
walked off, finding a fallen tree and use that to sit, side by side, not
touching at first, but that was pretty quickly remedied once he got going
with his tale.

Seems he'd fallen asleep pretty quickly, but woke up having to pee sometime
after midnight, the three glasses of apple juice at dinner calling in their
due. After he'd slipped out and relieved himself, he spotted Jake the CIT
and one of our cabin mates coming out and something inside him told him to
hide, and then follow them. He was taking Bobby Pearson, one of the `little
boys', he was a real cutie though, blonde and blue with a pretty tight
little body for not being in puberty yet, to the bathroom.

"I don't know why," Brian smiled, "but I hid and followed them."

"At first they were just standing their taking a piss," Brian giggled, "but
then Jake says, `It's okay if you wanna take a look Bobby, I like looking
at boy's things too!'"

"NO WAY!" I too loudly blurted, Brian shushing me quickly.

"Yes way," he smiled evilly at me, "Ole' Jake is queer for little boys!"

"Holy Shit!" I breathed a lot softer, "Did they do anything else?"

"Hell yeah," my friend laughed, "Jake gave little Bobby his first lesson in
beatin' off, I heard the kid tell Jake he'd never even remembered getting a
bone before!"

"Wow," I smiled back, "I wonder if they'll do it again..." I spoke out
loud.

"I bet they do, we should keep an eye on them, follow `em if they go off or
somethin'."

"You want too? Yeah, yeah, lets!" and we giggled and laughed.

As our giggles lessoned, we sort of looked into each others eyes, which
seemed to deepen into our souls and it was so easy and natural I still
wonder at the beauty of it. Brian moved closer and we put our arms around
each other, shoulder to shoulder then turned ourselves and just stared with
a pleasant gaze for untold moments.

"You want too, don't you?" he asked, almost pleaded, with voice and gaze.

"Yes" I answered simply, but with a glow I know he saw.

At first we just moved into a hug, placing our heads on each others
shoulder, but then he pulled back a little, touching his nose against
mine. Our eyes closed together, heads slide in closer and our lips met
softly and arms wrapped around each other tightly.

My head was swimming as our embrace broke and we shyly took in each others
reaction.

"That was," and he paused, smiled softly and went on, "Really nice!"

"Yeah," was all I could manage, then moved too him for more.

This time our lips parted and we started a delicate duel with our tongues,
the sensations coursing through us, the embrace becoming insistent, urgent
and when our nearly identical almost four inches met at our waists, we both
pushed more and began to grind against each other with lust and impatience.

"I'm gonna cum," Brian hissed in my ear, "Stop, let's really do it!"

He broke away and knelt, taking the band of my gym shorts and briefs with
him, pulling them down to expose me until he could slide his mouth over my
boner and start lovingly sucking my cock with a skill I instantly realized
had been practiced.

"Aww man, gonna squirt, Brian," I warned him after only three trips of
suctioning.

He didn't stop, just slide up to crown and tightened his beautiful lips,
took the little bit of shaft in his fingers and jacked me quickly.

"Urrrghh," was all I could grunt, the feeling in my balls excruciatingly
climaxing, taking seemingly forever to travel the short length of my
quivering dick, and then blasting into my new friends awaiting orifice in
three rapid fire squirts.

"Mmmm," the boy I'd known for less then forty-eight hours moaned below me
and I looked to see his eyes closed, hand stroking his perfect four inch
cock.

I have no idea how I managed too, my release had me heaving and panting,
but I got him up and slide directly onto the beautiful little boy rod and
sucked like I'd done it a dozen times, the thrill of finding my dream
eliciting the lust I'd hidden for so long.

He didn't last any longer then I had and with the cutest little squeak, the
thin, three and half inch pole trembling between my lips, he climaxed,
shuddering and twitching with little thrusts of his hips and shot once, a
sweeter then honey drop of nectar that I savored and swallowed as he pulled
away.

Stay tuned for the next installment, "Blackmailing Jake"