Date: Fri, 07 Aug 2015 13:22:37 -0400 From: Russ Subject: That Feeling (part 1) This is a story of fiction. Many of the places are real and favorite places of mine. If you like my stories, please let me know. I'm new to writing and will make mistakes, so please bare with me. If you feel the inclination, please donate to the Nifty website. I wouldn't be writing if I was not a reader first. My other stories on Nifty are: Camp Ashford 1 Camp Ashford 2 Kevin's Quest What Al Learned The Cable Guy Maine With Dad It's Too Big Jim's Tent Jim's Tent 2 Break With My Brother The Truck Stop ----------------------------------------- That feeling Part 1 I lay in my bed, my mind floating, my body relaxed and tired. It had been a busy day. Playing baseball with my buddy's, then heading up into the woods to hike. Saw a damn snake, I hate snakes... No real reason just do. At 10 years old, I've got so much energy and curiosity. Always checking out new things. We headed home as it was getting dark. And I was hungry. My Mom and Dad were playing cards next door the note said. But Mom had made me a Dagwood sandwich and left a bag of chips to fill my hunger. Mmmmmmmm...... I ate my fill then heard my folks come in. I was in my room watching TV. Dad popped his head in with a smile and said that they were home. My Dads very handsome. I was told that I looked just like him. He has dark brown hair that he cut short in a "brush cut" like me. We both have green eyes. Both in great shape. Dad worked out in the basement gym with our neighbor Mr. Anderson. I go down and watch, try to lift the weights, end up doing push-ups instead. Mr. Anderson has reddish hair and like us, green eyes. Both dad and Mr. Anderson are tall, over six feet. And dad said that one day I would be too. I was thinking of them both as I lay in bed. My body felt strange. Almost like I was falling through the mattress. The covers non existent. Just my mind, my body. I didn't know what was happening to me. My legs felt heavy as did my arms. In my minds eye I relaxed. Feeling every inch of my physical self. Intense, heavy, new. It went on this way for at least ten minutes. I did not understanding it. Thinking that my contiosness was going to float right out of my body. I had a hard on. Not unusual, but more intense. It felt like my body was compressing, I felt very heavy My penis was so hard. And I was not touching myself. I became aware of a tingling that started in my extremities. It took its time and worked along my legs, arms. The back of my head was pushed into my pillow. My whole body was stiff. What the hell was happening to me? Then an intense feeling in my stomach. A pulling. I arched my back, not because I wanted to, but because my body demanded it. And for the first time in my young life, a white thick cream shot out of my penis. I wanted to yell, but knew that my folks were close by in their room. So I bit down on my lower lip. It didn't make the rushes of intense pleasure stop, only heighten. And my penis kept shooting out the white sticky cream. I opened my mouth and breath in deeply. Once, twice a third time. Then it hit me again. It felt like something was touching me. It felt incredible. And more of the cream erupted. I was covered from stomach to my headboard of my bed. My face had this cream on it. I reached up with my tongue and tasted the salty ejeculate. It was on my chin, my lips. It had a pleasant taste. Not strong but mild. I relaxed. Returning to my self. My mind, a wonder at what had just happened. I was, as I said covered in the thick white cream. I knew it was cum. Had talked with my buddy's who were a little older. Who did things. They said that I would understand when the time was right. Now I couldn't get them out of my mind. Or my dad or our neighbor. I wiped up with my blanket. Hope it dried by morning. I'd throw it in the laundry then. It was only about twenty minutes later when I got that feeling in my stomach again. This time not as intense, but there. I reached down and rubbed my penis lightly. I was hard again and feeling like I needed to touch it. I took it between my thumb and fingers and started to pump it up and down. I finally understood what my buddy's had ment. Almost right away I felt a sensation between my legs. I reached down and touched my balls. Wish I had hair on them, but I was hairless everywhere. That would come with time too. My balls felt good, really good. My penis got harder as I jerked it. Then I was engulfed in that feeling again. And covered once more by the thick white cream. Not quite as thick as the first time. Not as much either. It covered my stomach and my hand. I brought my hand up and sniffed. Then I licked my hand clean. Then picked up what was on my belly and licked that off my hand too. I was so tired. As I closed my eyes, my mind went to the last time in our basement gym. The three of us working out... Dad in his work out shorts. Mr. Anderson in his tattered jogging sweats. When I woke up the next morning, I was aware that something special had happened to me. At first I thought that I had an out of body experience, but knew in reality that I had my first real orgasm. I wanted more. It was as if a light had illuminated a part of my brain that up till now had remained in darkness. I saw things differently. Felt a need that had never been there before. And my penis was hard again. It wasn't just for pissing, it gave me pleasure. The type of feelings that I could not have imagined the night before. I reached down and pushed to blankets off of me. Than I untied my PJ bottom and pushed it down to my knees. My eyes were closed tight, as I put my left hand between my legs and pulled up. Crossing my legs to hold my hand tight. Then with my right hand I touched the folds of skin on the end of my penis. I was uncircumcised. My dad had said that he wasn't cut so his son wouldn't be either. He had showed me how to delicately pull back the foreskin when I would pee. Then gently shake it off afterwards. I always felt so close to dad at those moments. Now I understood that his touching me there, really was something that only a daddy could do. As I was thinking about dad, his big hands holding my little penis, I got that feeling build up in me again. It had its own mind. My back got tight again, my legs extended. I felt the rush of orgasm. My dick was pumping out more than white cream. Thick, white, part of me. When I opened my eyes, I saw Dad in my door. He had seen it all. He had a weird look on his face. "Breakfast is ready, Champ, clean yourself up and come down." "Ok, Daddy, I said" When I got downstairs, dad acted like nothing had happened. Like he hadn't seen anything at all. I ate my cereal, with banana. Glass of orange juice and even a side of dark toast. Mom knew how I liked it almost burnt. Dad put down his paper and smiled at me. "Your birthday is on Saturday, Tommy, and I've got a little surprise for you. I couldn't hold the smile back. "What is it, Daddy?" "How would you like to go camping, just guys?" "Really!!!, that would be cool." "I figured we could head up to Tuckermans Ravine and camp at Dollycop." This was my favorite camping site in all of the White Mountain Range. On Saturday, I woke up to find a card propped up on my dresser. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TOMMY it said on the envelope. Inside was $111.00. Happy eleventh birthday, son. Love Mom and Dad. Wow, what a haul! That new bike I wanted would be mine by Monday. Dad looked in and said "time to get up, birthday boy". You need to pack for our trip. I was so excited. Camping was one of my favorite things, and I loved the wilderness of the White Mountains. I threw some things in an old canvas bag, shorts, t-shirts, jacket, extra socks, sneakers... Dad had the car full. And I noticed we had a new tent. Oh yes, this was gonna be so cool. Mr. Anderson came over with a bag and threw it in the back of the SUV. "Looks like we're all set to take off" Dad said. I was grinning from ear to ear. "Got another little surprise for you" Daddy said. Around the car from where Mr. Anderson was standing, my buddy Josh walked. He too had a canvas bag. Josh was three years, no two years now, older then me. He was thirteen. A "teenager" who I often hung out with. And one of the older guys I was referring to earlier. Mr. Anderson put his hand on Josh's shoulder and smiled. "Thought you could use a buddy your own age to swim with once we get settled". This was too great. Mr. Anderson, Josh, Dad and me. Yeeeehaaaa! As we were pulling out of Dunkin Donuts, Mr. Anderson (who was sitting in the front with dad) handed me a donut and hot chocolate. And also gave Josh the same thing. I said, "thanks Mr. Anderson", He turned to me and smiling said, " first of all guys, we are all on first name basis this week". "I'm sure your Dad agrees with that". Daddy nodded his head as he drove on. "So Josh, Tommy, I'm not Mr. Anderson, I'm Jeff." Josh and I both looked at each other with jelly on our lips and a big smile. "You got it Jeff, I said". "But I'm still daddy to you, Tommy, dad said". "Josh, just call me, Jim". This was so cool. It made me feel like we were all on the same level. Not kids and adults. For the next three hours we watched the trees, valleys, rivers and small towns fly by. The land went from flat to foothills to mountains. We decided to stop to eat then went for a swim at Lower Falls on the Kankamangus Highway. Riding the natural stone water slides was a blast. We got to Dollycop about an hour later and headed for our reserved spot at the base of Mount Washington. Our camping spot could not have been any better. Past the last loop beyond the field. It was a big wooded area, removed from other spots. That's what I liked about camping at Dollycop, the camping spots were private. Jeff, Josh, Dad and I began by setting up camp. There was an electric hookup for those who didn't want to "rough" it. A nice picnic table that we hung a big tarp over. Ideal for hanging out in the morning. Beyond that was the camp fire area. We brought wood with us so we didn't have to scavenge the forest for dead stuff. We set up folding chairs around the fire pit for our night time fire. On the end of the picnic table, Dad set up the Coleman stove. And of course got coffee brewing right away. Then a real surprise, the new tent wasn't like our old one, this one was pretty big, and two rooms. Plus an area that extended out with netting on three sides and a roof like material over it to keep it dry and cool. On top of that was this cool material roof that covered the tent area. This allowed for air to pass through and water to stay out. I was glad of that cuz we could hear thunder in the distance. And there is nothing as haunting as the sound of thunder in the mountains. We had just layed out the last sleeping bag when we heard the rain begin to hit the tent. Got to admit, it's a cool sound. "Remember, boys, don't touch the sides or roof of the tent, it will drip rain from where you touch it." Daddy said. Jeff smiled at Dad in a knowing way. I had a feeling this wasn't the first time they had camped out together. I lay on my sleeping bag, next to daddy's and between Josh and on the other end Jeff. The other guys were sitting at the picnic table getting things straightened out, talking and relaxing after the work we had done to set up the sight. I got that feeling in my stomach again. Listening to the guys talk outside, daydreaming about watching both Jeff and Dad work out. The stuff Josh had told me. I got hard. I reached into my shorts and rubbed on my boner. It felt so damn good. Looking to make sure the other guys were still busy, I pulled down my shorts to below my balls. The sleeping bag felt foreign on my soft butt cheeks. I was breathing hard and had no control over what my body was doing to itself. I couldn't have stopped if I had wanted to. I closed my eyes and let the feelings of pleasure sweep over me. My butt tightened, then relaxed, then tightened again. My penis was so hard that my foreskin was pulled back by itself. The end was so sensitive. This felt so good. I moaned softly. Touching my stomach gently. I felt something touch my leg.... I opened my eyes to Josh kneeling on the side of me, watching me jerk off. I went to pull up my shorts, but he he put his hand on my belly. Then he rubbed it gently. I stopped. He leaned down and took my penis, now the hardest it had ever been, between his lips. He was trembling. So was I. Then the feeling of my penis in his mouth hit me. Like nothing I had ever felt before. More intense then last nights experience. He reached down and touched my balls. They were small, but I could tell by the sensation, working. I had no hair like Dad or Jeff, but at this moment I felt that I could equal them in ability. Josh opened my legs by first pulling my shorts down to my calves then bending my knees. He put my balls in the palm of his right hand while his fingers went deeper. He continued to suck me. While still rubbing my belly. Then I felt the very end of his finger touch me between my cheeks. Never had anyone touched me this way. It was too much, I felt my back bend. I grabbed Joshes head so he couldn't pull away. He had to take my cum in his mouth. My first blow job. The first time I would empty myself would be in Josh's mouth. I wanted this so bad. And I felt it shoot out of me. Into his throat. I couldn't help myself, I let out a loud moan of pleasure. Then another. And I still wasn't done, I let go of Joshes head, but he pushed it deeper into me. Sucking down every drop that I could produce. Then he took his tongue and licked my balls. Then back to my still hard penis. I looked up from this amazing place and saw that Jeff was in the door. Watching it all. Not saying anything. And I also saw that he had a man sized hard on, wet dripping from the end. Josh grabbed his own cock then. Bending back, he pulled on it three times and his cum flew onto my stomach. Then he fell back onto his sleeping bag and just lay there. Eyes closed. Thunder roaring and rain pouring down on our small warm place. Dry, dark, soft..... I looked at the door to the tent and Jeff was gone.