By Bob Andersen

The first week of camp was really grueling. They had us doing everything from cutting trees to planting new ones. All the CIT's were asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillows each night. Well, almost all of the CIT's that is.

Chad and I took the opportunity almost every night to replay the shower room activity that we enjoyed that first day. We would wait until the other guys would fall asleep. Since our bunks were only separated by the metal frames and in the corner hidden from any light, one of us would climb over and we would jack off together. It didn't take long, as neither of us wanted to get caught, but it was fun. We took turns as to who would shoot first and at times would see who could shoot the farthest. I am proud to say I won that one most of the time.

The first weekend had come and it was time for the CIT's to learn how to run an overnight campout. This would be fun, I thought to myself as I loved to sleep under the stars. For dinner, we picked up our food and took a hike to the campout spot. Low and behold, it was the "Special Spot" that Chad and Tom and I had shared so many years previously. Chad and I looked at each other and smiled one big smile, both, I'm sure, remembering the first time we ever came to this area of camp.

Some of the guys started the fire, others began pitching the tents. Chad and I had chosen to tent together (I'm sure that is no surprise) and had our tent up first. We stowed our gear into the tent, but had decided, since it was such a great night, that we'd sleep under the stars.

We had 'buffalo steak' that night. When we first saw that it was beef that was thrown directly into the fire, I think we all about barfed. The coals and dirt on the steak wasn't exactly appealing. However, when we ate it, since it was all that there was, it tasted rather good. We did the normal things that are done on campouts --- told stories and sang songs -- before the counselors told us to get some sleep.

Chad and I went over to our sleeping bags and layed out looking at the full moon. We weren't the only CIT's that decided to sleep under the stars that night. Gary and Dave decided to come over and join us. Ironically, these were the same two guys that had taken a shower with us that first day that Chad and I played together.

I had known Gary before. He was a great guy, very athletic, and very cute. Dave, on the other had, I thought I knew, but couldn't exactly remember if we had been at camp together before or not. None of us really hung together that first week, although, as all CIT's did, we spent every hour together as a group.

Dave put his sleeping bag next to mine and Gary was next to him. We all talked for quite a while. We didn't talk about anything really important, just rapped about camp, home, and things that are primarily on the mind of all adolescent boys --- sex.

As we talked, Gary drifted off asleep. It wasn't long before I could hear Chad breathing rhythmically knowing that he had fallen asleep. Dave and I were talking quietly and I think were the last two awake in the entire group.

We started talking about common interests and came to music. I had been in the Junior and Senior High School band back home and it turns out so was Dave. As we talked, we realized that we both had gone to a special music camp the summer previously. I vividly remembered that experience as some really funny things happened at that camp. The music was great, but the socializing was even greater.

I started telling Dave about this one guy I remembered from Music Camp. He was a drummer, I explained, and I will never forget that one day he came to practice with purple hair. He had died his hair (well, not permanently) and was the center of attention.

Suddenly Dave gave out a burst of laughter. "I remember that guy, too," he said. "It was me!"

Man did I feel like a fool at that moment. I didn't say anything really negative, but I hadn't realized who it was. I told him that I thought it was great and asked him why he had done that.

"You're a member of the OPC, aren't you?" he questioned.

The OPC! I had not made the connection, but now it made sense to me. The OPC was an organization here at Camp, Order of the Purple Code. It was a secret organization for older, special campers. We both laughed when I realized why he had died his hair.

We started talking about people we met while at Music Camp. Suddenly, I felt his hand on my thigh. I was under the sleeping bag, but there was no doubt that it was there. I liked the feeling, so I threw back the upper cover, which I hadn't zipped up yet, and he didn't hesitate. His hand went right to my cock. It didn't take long for me to get hard once he began fondling it. I was shocked, but at the same time very pleased with what was transpiring.

He went under the band of my underwear and began stroking me as I became harder. I just lay back for a second, somewhat surprised that this was happening. However, not to be rude, I decided that I would assist him with what I perceived to be a rising problem that he was experiencing.

Since he had pushed back the upper part of his sleeping bag, I had a direct shot at his cock. I put my hand on it and it was rock hard. I began moving my hand up and down the shaft, but he was still in his underwear. It felt great, but I wanted to touch it and make him feel as good as he was making me feel at that very moment.

As we played, I realized that we were not in a position to complete what we had started. I asked him if he wanted to go into the tent and do this right. Without hesitation, he took his hand from under my sleeping bag and began to get up. I did the same and we headed for the tent that Chad and I had pitched earlier. We both were very quiet so that we didn't wake anyone, in particular Chad and Gary.

When we got into the tent, we spread out of sleeping bags, but this time, both of us took off our shorts that we were sleeping in out on the hill. I had felt his cock, but hadn't seen it, but now I could see what I was after. His dick wasn't big, but it was the thickest I had ever seen in my life. It was about 5 1/2 " in length, hard as a rock and the size of two rolls of quarters in thickness.

I, too, was very hard. My 7" cock was a monster compared to him in length, but I couldn't compare in the circumference department. He grabbed me as I did him. We both were leaking some pre-cum as we had worked ourselves up to that point out on the hill.

Suddenly, he leaned over and licked the pre-cum from the head of my cock. It sent shivers up and down the shaft. Then he licked the head of my cock with his tongue, around and around. I felt myself ready to shoot right then and there, but I kept trying to will myself not to cum. I didn't want this to end to quickly.

He bobbed his head up and down the shaft of my cock. I could feel the head deep down his throat almost hitting the back of it. I was in heaven at that moment with him sucking my cock. His hand was playing with my balls at the same time making it very exciting. I just lay back. I wanted to take his cock in my hand, but by this time he was straddling my legs, licking my balls and dick and making me go out of my mind.

Suddenly, I could feel the cum rising up the shaft of my cock. I tried to warn him about what was happening, but he didn't appear to care. As I shot, I could hear him gulp down my sperm. He was actually taking my cum, totally. I couldn't believe it, but I was too turned on and enjoying the feeling to care.

When I shot my last spurt, he kept my cock in his mouth for a few seconds and licked the shaft to get each and every last drop. He was still massaging my balls and I could feel his hard cock on my leg. He finally raised his head and had a grin from ear to ear, as did I.

Neither of us spoke a word, but he knew I enjoyed what he had just done immensely. He was straddling my legs and began to move his body up my torso. In seconds, he was straddling my chest with his cock directly in front of my mouth. I looked up at him smiling and knew that it was my time to reciprocate.

Having never sucked a guys cock, I wasn't sure I knew what to do. I knew what it felt like, now, so I had an idea how to start. I knew it was only fair to suck his cock since he had just given me the best feeling in my life seconds ago. So, I looked directly at this hard piece of flesh in front of my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and gave the head of his cock a little lick. The pre-cum that he produced was very visually evident and I knew I was going to tasted it, and I did.

It was very sweet, yet salty at the same time. It was a pleasant taste, so I licked it again. I began to move my tongue around the crown of his cut cock as slowly as I could. As I hit the underside of the head, he gave a little jump. I had found an area that pleased him and made up my mind to work on it for a while. I flickered my tongue there for a few seconds and he began to move his hips. I knew this was making him feel good, which is what I wanted to do to him as he had done to me.

Finally, I took the entire head into my mouth. As he was on top of me, it was not easy to move down to the base of his cock, near his balls. He sensed my problem and lifted himself up slightly. Finally, I had the entire length of his cock in my mouth. It didn't go down too far, but my mouth was so stretched because of the thickness I thought I would choke.

Not having performed fellatio before, I was beginning to find this a very pleasant experience. As I moved my mouth up and down the shaft of Dave's cock, I realized that he was moving it in and out of my mouth, like fucking a girl. Man, did that turn me on, and I realized that as I felt my own cock begin to again fill with blood, making me hard as a rock. Usually after I came, I couldn't get hard for a long time, but this was not the case. Sucking him was making me horny, again.

Suddenly, I felt Dave begin to move faster and faster into my mouth. I could see his balls and noticed that they were rising in the sack. I knew this meant it wouldn't be long until he shot his load. I wasn't sure that I wanted him to cum in my mouth, but I couldn't figure out how to stop it at that point. I decided that if he could swallow my load, I could his.

Faster and faster he moved his hips and I began to suck harder and harder. I could tell it was only a matter of a short time before I got my first load down my throat. I was excited and apprehensive at the same time. I was enjoying a cock in my mouth for the first time. It was something that I had wanted to do, but didn't have the balls to do previously. But, after Dave had sucked my cock, I knew it was the time to venture into that territory.

I heard a gasp from Dave and a milli-second later felt the first spurt of Dave's cum hit the back of my throat. It seemed like a gallon of milk had shot into my throat. Did I cum that much, I questioned myself? I really didn't care, as spurt after spurt entered my mouth. It tasted fantastic to me. My first taste of another boy was delightful.

Dave continued to thrust long after he had finished cumming. The feeling of his dick loosing its hardness was exciting to me. I could feel the blood leaving the veins of his cock and when he finally pulled it out of my mouth, I could barely see it. But, when it counted, it was there for our pleasure.

Dave moved up and over and fell on his sleeping bag. We both lay there for a few minutes not saying a word. I was slowly stroking the hard cock that had appeared while I was sucking Dave. Instead of joining me, he just sat there and watched. He would move his face close and just look at my hand sliding up and down my cock. That, in itself was very exciting.

After I had shot my second load that evening, we lay back and began to talk. This was not his first experience sucking another guy. He had been playing around like this for a while and told me that he thought I would enjoy it after seeing Chad and I in the shower. I was a bit shocked, but he said he had looked around the corner and saw us playing with each other. He also told me that at night, in the cabin, he would see us together and would stroke along with us, quietly.

I asked Dave if I did alright. I was a bit concerned on how I sucked a cock. After all, at 15, that is a concern. I did tell him that I enjoyed it very much and wondered if he would like to play with me again. We were going to be at camp together for the next 7 weeks, so there would be times that we could get together. Now that I look back, I was acting a bit juvenile, but I had enjoyed what he and I did and didn't want it to be a one time thing.

He laughed and said that I did great and would get better by the end of the summer. I knew then that he and I had just developed a very special friendship. It was great to hear him say that, but suddenly my mind began to think about Chad and our budding relationship. I asked Dave if he minded if Chad and I still enjoyed ourselves and he suggested that the 3 of us get together and see what could happen.

I liked that idea as I remembered how Chad, Tom and I enjoyed ourselves a few summers before. Of course, we only jacked ourselves off, but that was exciting at the time. I wondered if Chad would be into giving a blow job. I knew he would love to get one, but I wanted to have him do me, too.

Dave and I talked a bit more and then drifted off to sleep. We were the only two that were in a tent, as the rest of the CIT's were sleeping out under the stars. But we enjoyed ourselves much more than they did, I was sure.