Date: Wed, 28 Nov 2012 02:44:04 -0600
From: Josh Maxwell <btomandback@gmail.com>
Subject: The Tent - 1

So I was dreaming, and I was naked on my back in an operating room and two
doctors were bent over my middle examining my dick from either side, and I
didn't dare move because they were whispering and I didn't know what they
were doing. But then I was waking up and it wasn't two doctors, but two dim
figures bent over me and I closed my eyes tightly and struggled to wake up
and remember where I was.

Boy Scout camp with my little brother. Oh, yeah. Mom insisted I go with
them because it was a young troop and they needed some older boys and I was
fourteen and technically was still a scout, though I no longer went to my
own troop meetings.

I cracked an eye. The only light coming through the tent was from the
exterior light at the latrine a few yards away. But it must not have been
that late. I heard noises -- counselors quieting boys who were excited on
the first night of camp. I always fall asleep hard and fast, so it probably
only seemed like the middle of the night.

So then the two figures were the two guys I shared the tent with, my little
brother Trace and his new buddy, a muscular little guy named David. That
was confirmed in the next moment when I heard David whisper.

"It's big!"

"Yep," my brother, Trace whispered back.

"Does it get any bigger?"

A hand squeezed my boner. It felt like my boner and my balls were out from
the fly of my boxers.

"Nope," Trace whispered. "That's as hard as it gets. Feel it."

One hand left my boner to be replaced by another with a more tentative
grip.

At that point, any thought of chasing my brother and his friend back to
their bedrolls evaporated from my mind. I'd never had someone else's hand
on my boner.

"It's hot," David whispered. He squeezed softly. "It feels different, you
know, than feeling your own."

"It's bigger, shithead."

"No, turdface, I mean, you know, it feels different. His skin's so soft but
his boner's hard as shit. It feels fat."

"Shit isn't hard."

"Butthead."

Trace shushed him. "Stroke it," he whispered.

"You sure he won't wake up?"

"Aaron sleeps through everything."

I wondered what 'everything' I had been sleeping through at home -- Trace
and I shared a room. But home was on a soft bed in a quiet, cool room, and
this was in a tent, on the ground, on a warm night, with Trace and David
whispering over me. I was wide awake.

David's hand closed around my dick and he moved the skin up and down my
shaft. "Does he always sleep on his back?"

"Yeah," Trace whispered.

I kept my eyes closed, but it wasn't easy to keep my breath regular and
pretend I was still sleeping. No one else had ever touched my dick -- well,
that I was awake for.

"What do you think?" Trace asked.

"It's okay." David's whisper sounded hesitant.

"You like how it feels?"

"Sort of."

Trace's whisper grew real quiet. "I've made him come."

"No, shit! Let's do it!" David said, stroking my dick a little faster.

"I don't know," Trace whispered doubtfully. "He woke up one time when I did
it and I had to hide real quick under his bed."

David stroked me more carefully than I stroked myself, but it had a good
feel, like he was enjoying it, too.

"Wanna know something else?" Trace asked in a soft whisper.

"What?"

"I've come on him."

David didn't comment. I cracked and eye, and in the dim light saw that his
jaw had dropped.

"Not shooting," Trace whispered in quick clarification. "I can't shoot
sperm yet. Can you?"

"I don't know. I've never had a cum."

Trace's whisper grew quiet again. "Want me to show you what I do on Aaron
and you can see if you come?"

"Yeah."

"I gotta take off my boxers." I heard Trace shifting and I assumed he was
getting naked. Then I felt him straddle the tops of my legs and I felt soft
skin on my scrotum and I cracked an eye. I saw Trace lean forward, his
smaller ballsack resting on mine, and he pulled the underside of my dick up
against the underside of his. Holding them together in his hands, he rocked
his hips forward and back. The underside of his dick slid forward and back
on the underside of mine. His was smaller than mine, but definitely larger
than a boy stiffy. Trace was obviously pubescent and about to get hair and
have his first cum.

"How does that feel?" David asked.

"Good," Trace whispered. "I do this, too." He let go of my dick and leaned
forward over me so that our dicks rubbed between us. "I like this better."

So did I. Trace's balls rubbed mine and the overall contact between our
genitals was greater. Trace's belly was taut -- like me, he's a skinny guy
-- and it felt good on my cock, and his cock felt good on my belly. This
was like sex. It was difficult to not respond.

"I do this till I come?" Trace whispered.

"Does it ever make him come?" David asked, obviously meaning me.

"One time, but he didn't wake up."

That surprised me, because this felt good. I was finally realizing why I
seemed to have more wet dreams than my buddies. I had thought I was just
hornier.

"Can I try?" David asked.

"Yeah," Trace whispered, continuing his rubbing on me. "Take off your
boxers."

There was a rustling sound as David evidently pulled off his
underwear. Trace got off me, and David got on. His balls were warmer than
Trace's, and looser. They draped mine better. He closed his hand around my
dick and pulled it up to his. His dick was bigger than Trace's but not
thick like mine. Like Trace had done, David rubbed his on mine, testing the
feel. Then he let go and leaned forward on me and rubbed our cocks between
our bellies. His bigger cock felt better than Trace's.

He rocked and it felt good, real good. It was difficult to not rock
back. As a reflex, I put my hand on David's leg. He froze. I pretended to
still be asleep and let my hand fall away, but not before feeling muscles
in David's leg and the smoothness of his skin.

Neither of them said anything for a moment. Then Trace whispered. "He's
still asleep. I told you, he sleeps through everything."

David rocked his hips forward and back, testing. I cracked an eye but was
afraid to open it too much.

David fell onto his hands, planting them outside my arms. His rocking grew
steady, rhythmic. I grasped at my bedroll to keep my hands from going back
onto his legs and I struggled to keep from bucking. He rocked, rubbing us
together, steadily, pleasurably.

The sounds of our rubbing were faint, almost fainter than my own pulse in
my ears.

"You gonna try coming?" Trace whispered.

David didn't answer. He was rocking firmly. Suddenly his breath caught and
his hips drove faster. I felt warm, wet drops on my belly and
chest. Knowing that David was coming made me come, too, and I bit my lip as
my cock throbbed between our bellies and shot my own cum up my belly and
chest. My cock continued to pulse after David's stopped.

"Did you come?" Trace asked.

"Yeah," David whispered quietly. "I think Aaron came, too."

Fingers swept my belly. "Yeah, that's a lot of cum."

"You gonna get back on?"

"No. We better quit."

"Don't you want to come?"

"I did. I jacked off watching."

"Oh," David whispered, climbing off me. Our skin was damp with sweat from
where his skin pressed mine.

David's bedroll was between mine and Trace's, and David rolled onto
it. Traced crawled over both of us to get back to his.

"That was the first time you came?" Trace whispered.

"Yeah."

"You like it?"

"Well, yeah!"

Trace chuckled out loud. The two of them grew quiet. I thought about
getting up as soon as they were asleep and going to wash my belly and chest
at the john. But just as I thought they might finally be sleeping, David
stirred on his bedroll next to mine. I felt him come closer. I felt breath
on my face, and then, softly, lips on mine.

David pressed his lips to mine for several breaths, then pulled away. He
kissed again at a slightly different angle, and then again. I wondered if
he was learning. I wondered, if like me, he hadn't ever kissed anybody
else. The he stopped. I felt something on my belly and cracked an eye. Was
it David's tongue? Did he just test our cum with the tip of his tongue?

Then he did something totally unexpected. He kissed the underside of my
dick. He sat back, and through one cracked eye, he appeared to be looking
me over, what he could see of me in the near dark. Then he leaned close to
my face and I closed my eyes. His lips pressed mine once more, but now they
smelled faintly of boy semen. A moment later, I heard him settle in on his
sleeping bag.

I decided to go to sleep and clean myself in the morning. I laid my palm on
the underside of my dick where David had kissed it, and I thought about
what happened.

***

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