Date: Sat, 21 Jan 2012 11:42:14 -0800 (PST) From: Mark Stevens Subject: Camping by the Creek I have always loved my cock. Since I was six or seven years old and would get a good stiffy, I've loved my cock. Just the very sensation of being rock hard and rigid with my cock pointing up in the air made me want to do it more. I soon discovered that I could make it stiff like that if I played with it and that became one of my favorite past times. Every chance I got when I knew I wouldn't be caught, I would strip down naked and wiggle that little thing in my fingers until it was pointing at my chin and feeling like it was going to burst through my skin. That feeling never left me. As I got older and grew, I discovered new ways to make my cock and me feel extra good. I must have been about eight when I experienced my first dry orgasm. Needless to say, after that, if I wasn't hooked before, I was then. Not only was I fascinated with my own cock, I found myself getting curious about other boys. Did they do the same thing I did? Or did I just invent something fabulous? About that age I had a friend in our church who invited me to stay over frequently. It so happened that he had a membership to the YMCA and every Saturday they had free swim. One weekend when I was staying over he invited me to go to the Y with him and I was really excited. I loved to swim and it was winter and I had never been to an inside pool before. For those of you old enough to remember, the YMCA had a no suit policy for boys and men back then. When we got there, we went to the locker room and stripped down bare. That was the first time I had experienced seeing so many boys naked. As all boys do, I started to compare myself to other boys my age and older and it was then I discovered I not only loved my cock, I had a fascination for other boys cocks. I was amazed at the differences in sizes and shapes even among the boys my own age. I am circumcised so it was quite eye opening to me to see some of the boys with foreskin covering the head of their penis. After we got back to his house and had dinner and played some games it was time to get ready for bed. Jim only had one bed so we were to sleep together. After laying there for a while, I asked him if he ever played with his weenie. He said he did and asked me if I wanted to do it now. Dumb question. We both pulled our underwear down and started playing with our cocks and, of course, got good and hard real fast. I said "do you want to do it to each other?" He said "I guess." So I reached over and put my hand around another boy's cock for the first time and he did the same. We pumped each other for a few minutes and discovered that it just wasn't the same so we went back to jacking ourselves off. I wasn't shooting cum yet so in a few minutes I had my dry orgasm and turned to watch Jim and soon after me, he came and a little bit of fluid seeped out of his cock. I didn't ask him what happened, but it sure made me curious. As I got older and started to mature I think I grew to love my cock even more. Jacking off became my major past time and I did it every chance I could get. When I was about twelve, I started to notice pubic hair coming in and shortly after that I shot jizz for the first time. Wow!! It wasn't much, but it was a whole different feeling. By the time I was thirteen I was shooting up to my chest and if I was laying on my back and arched my back and stuck my hips in the air, I sometimes could shoot all the way to my chin. In the neighborhood where I lived there were several boys my age and two of them were my best friends. We had grown up together and did the usual boy things comparing dicks and talking about sex constantly. We used to go hiking and bike riding in the woods close to our homes so it wasn't unusual for us to see each other taking a leak out in the woods. We even dared each other to drop our pants and run around naked. Typical young teen stuff. We talked our parents into letting us go camping overnight down by the creek and we set off for adventure. We had one small tent and all three of us had to squeeze into it when it got dark. Of course getting dark was still too early to go to sleep. Rich had brought a deck of cards so we played poker for match sticks by flashlight. It really was quite lame, and after a while, Gordy said "Any of you ever played strip poker before?" We looked at each other and Rich said, "No, I'm not gay." I said "Hey, what's strip poker got to do with being gay? It just adds a little more tension to the game. We've both seen you scoping out our cocks when we change at the pool. We all do it." He finally agreed and Gordy shuffled the cards. Being ready for bed, we made sure everyone had the same amount of clothes which amounted to a t-shirt, underwear and socks and we agreed that each sock counted for one piece, so we each had four items of clothing to lose. As the hands were dealt, incredibly I lost the first three hands in a row. So both Rich and Gordy were rubbing it in and getting more into the game. But then Gordy lost two hands and Rich lost two so they are down to t-shirt and underwear and I am down to just my tighty whiteys. I said, "What happens when one of us is naked? Is the game over then?" Gordy said, "No it's not over until there is one winner." "So what does the first guy out have to play for? He doesn't have anything else to lose." Rich, the one who was hesitant to play in the beginning, says, "The loser will have to do a dare by the winner." Being the closest to going out, I was a little hesitant, but when Gordy said, "Sounds good." I really didn't have much choice but to go along. Rich lost the next hand and he was down to his undies. I wasn't sure, but it looked like he might be developing a tent in his shorts. The next hand was going to make us all even, right? Wrong. I lost and had to lose my underwear. Thinking about Rich developing a stiffy had got my dick to start expanding a little, so when I dropped my pants my pecker was about a quarter staff. Still pointing down, but obviously getting hard. Gordy said, "OK, if you lose you have to do a dare by the winner." "I know," I said. The next hand was dealt and Gordy lost so now it was Rich and Gordy in undies and me naked. Gordy lost the next hand and when he dropped his shorts there was no hiding the fact that he was growing rapidly. His cock was sticking straight out and he quickly sat back down to try and hide it. Of course, seeing Gordy half hard, I couldn't stop it and I went into a full fledged hard on. By now it was obvious that Rich was getting wood inside his shorts and that somehow made it alright if we all were sporting woodies. As luck would have it Gordy lost the next hand and had to do a dare from Rich. He thought a minute and then told Gordy he had to go outside and run around the tent three times. Gordy crawled out of the tent and while we held our flashlights on him and sporting a raging hardon, he finished his dare. It seemed like Rich just couldn't lose and I lost the next hand. Rich thought again for a minute and finally said, "Seeing as you both have woodies, you have to go outside the tent and jackoff for three minutes." We had never been to that territory before and I started to object out of embarrassment, but Gordy and Rich both started squawking like I was a chicken and laughing so I had no choice that I could see. I crawled out of the tent and standing there with two flashlights illuminating me started pumping my engorged cock between my thumb and four fingers. My biggest worry at that point was whether I would last three minutes before I shot my load. I was pumping slowly at first, but it started to feel better and better and unconsciously I started beating faster and at the same time looking at Rich and Gordy watching their watches. I'm getting to the point where I won't be able to stop when Rich called, "Time." And I breathed a sigh of relief and scrambled back into the tent. The next hand was dealt and I won. "Payback is a bitch" I told Rich as he stood up to drop his shorts. My suspicions were confirmed. If he hadn't been developing a hardon during the game, he certainly had one now. I hadn't thought about what I would dare if I won yet so I had to think a minute. "OK, Rich buddy, you don't have to go outside the tent, but you have to jack Gordy off for three minutes." He immediately protested, and Gordy, delighted with the dare said, "Hey, man, it was your idea to do the dares and we both did ours. Come on, you have to do yours." He moved over in front of Rich and got up on his knees right in front of him and slowly, reluctantly, Rich reached out and touched his cock. "Come on man, it won't bite," Gordy said. Rich slowly wrapped his hand around Gordy's stiff cock and slowly began pumping up and down. After the first minute Rich seemed to be getting into it a little and by the end of the second minute he was pumping with enthusiasm. Gordy had his head back and his hips thrust forward and was thoroughly enjoying the sensation and seemed about to blow when I called, "Time." By this time we were all too far gone to want to stop, but technically the game was over. We were all naked and we had all done a dare. Rich said, "you guys want to keep playing for dares?" We all happily agreed and the game went on for several more hands with each dare becoming more and more daring until I said, "One more dare and I'm going to blow my load." Gordy echoed my thought and Rich said he was right there too. "Let's all cum at the same time outside," I said. So we all crawled out of the tent and I suggested we stand in a line behind each other and the one behind reach around and jack off the one in front. Rich complained that, "The one in back wouldn't have anyone to jack him off." Gordy said, "Let's all stand and get our cocks as close together as we can and then we can all get jacked by someone else." That sounded good so we went outside and stood facing each other in a triangle and we each took hold of the guy to our right with our right hands and started pumping. We were all so juiced up by then that it didn't take very long before I started groaning and trying to hold back but Gordy wasn't letting up and I was the first to shoot and pumping against his fist I shot a load clear across and hit Rich in the leg with the first spurt. When I came I instinctively started pumping Rich faster and he came next with about three or four long spurts of cum. Rich's grip on Gordy's cock tightened and got faster and soon Gordy shot a rope about two feet long that hit me right in the groin. After three or four more spurts he was done and we were all exhausted. We crawled back into the tent, cleaned ourselves off and zipped up in our sleeping bags. We camped together a few more times that summer and we always had a deck of cards. It just seemed like after that first time, everyone seemed to lose a lot quicker. If you can call shooting your load losing that is.