Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2001 19:55:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: xlent dude <mich2socal@yahoo.com>
Subject: Camping in Brian's Driveway - Chapter 1

Until the start of seventh grade, I'd never given my sexuality much
thought. Women always filled my mind while masturbating and I
thoroughly enjoyed browsing my uncle's collection of Penthouse and
Gallery magazines whenever the opportunity presented itself. That all
changed the first week of seventh grade. The first time phys ed
required us to strip down and clean ourselves under a communal shower,
I realized that I was fascinated looking at the other naked boys. To
this day I find it quite amazing how quickly it occurred to me that
this was what I wanted.

The school year passed quickly and before I knew it we were staring
summer vacation square in the lookers. Brian and I had been best buds
all through school. After realizing last fall that I prefer boys I had
become increasingly attacted to Brian. He was totally hot. Big brown
eyes and a killer smile fit nicely with his naturally lean, muscular
physique. I didn't have muscle but I was lean. I was a blond-haired
German kid with bright blue eyes and a deep tan. Brian was a year
older and was quite a bit more developed than I. This fueled my lust
to even greater heights.

About a month into summer vacation, we biked across our small hometown
to a locally-owned bookstore. We recognized the clerk at the bookstore
as a lunchroom assistance from school. After privately making some
cracks about her choice of eyewear, we began wandering the aisles of
the small shop. Brian grabbed a book titled "Boy Grows Up" from the
human sexuality section.

With book in hand we proceeded to the sports section so as not to
raise the suspicions of the clerk. Brian opened the book to a
random page and there was a picture of two guys with their backs
to the camera. Their t-shirts were pulled up halfway to their armpits.
Just a hint of butt crack was showing but it was obvious the front of
the jeans were wide open. Each boy displayed a smile in profile as he
checked out his buddies package.

My throat instantly went dry. Butterflies whirled in my stomach and
within seconds I felt a familiar pressure as my penis began to swell.
I couldn't believe my eyes. After staring at the photo for what seemed
like minutes, I looked at Brian. He was looking back at me with a
raised-brow "holy cow" smile. We both looked back to the book. A few
pages of text and another photo.

The young guys in this photo were both wearing basketball shirts and
white jock straps. One faced the camera, one faced away. The boy
facing the camera had a basketball propped under his arm. The page
facing the photo was filled with text. I started reading at the second
paragraph. It explained that it was not at all unusual for pre-teen
and teen boys to explore their sexuality with one another. This may
include touching or closely viewing the other's genitals to discover
the shape and texture of the other boy's penis, testicles and scrotum.

At this point, I could barely breath. Although I had just a few
months' experience with these feelings, I knew that the powerful
throbbing in my penis would soon result in ejaculation if I didn't
soon find something else to occupy my mind. "We better put this book
back," I said. Brian agreed and we quickly left the store. We didn't
speak of the book until late that evening.

Brian's family owned a small travel trailer. With all the comforts of
home, it was a great place for two young teenagers to spend the night.
As we lay in our sleeping bags that night talking over the days events
and what we were going to do the next day, Brian suddenly bought up
the subject of the book. Again, my throat went dry and my cock quickly
became rock hard. Brian asked the very broad and general question
"what did you think of that book?" I played it cool and said "I
thought it was interesting."

He then asked if I read any of the text. Given the anxiety I was
feeling at that moment, I could barely speak. "Yes," I said. "Did you
read the part where they said sometimes boys like to 'explore' each
other?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said. There was a long pause. Sensing that it was my turn to
make the next move, I said "sometimes boys like to look at each
other."

My breathing was very shallow at this point. I could hear my heart
pounding in my chest. I began trembling when I heard Brian ask "would
you like to see mine?" This was the moment I had been waiting on for
almost a year. I had to force a breath so I could say "yes".

Nothing could have prepared me for what happened next. I was so eager
to see his meat, I thought I might blow my load before it even came
into view. After reaching for the flashlight, he unzipped his sleeping
bag and pulled it back. He switched on the flashlight and aimed it
directly at his crotch. He had pulled his briefs down to his knees.
There in the dim spotlight was the most incredible thing I had ever
seen. A full-grown seven-inch circumsized mancock stretched out across
his belly and pointed straight up toward his chest. My head was
spinning; my heart pounding.

I had just barely entered puberty and it was obvious Brian was way
ahead of me. I was amazing at how the skin on his penis was much
darker than the rest of his body. The network of bulging blue veins
that covered its surface made it look even more "grown up". With each
beat of his heart, Brian's cock would dip it's head into the pool of
pre-cum that had collecting on his belly. This bobbing action kept his
cock connected to his abs with a thick thread of clear honey. More
than anything I wanted to put my mouth on it but this whole scene was
moving at a very slow and deliberate pace.

I stared for several minutes, taking in every inch of this boy's
magnificent endowment. After a few more minutes, I unzipped my own
sleeping bag and let him see my slender four-incher. I was embarrased
at how small mine looked next to his, but Brian certainly seemed
interested. After staring on for a few more minutes, Brian said "well,
we'd better get some sleep" and turned off his flashlight. I heard him
zip the sleeping bag.

When I thought he had finally drifted off to sleep, I silently
rubbed--between my thumb and first two fingers--that sensitive stretch
of skin just below the glans. Just a few seconds of this motion
combined with the fresh image of Brian's dripping wet, vein-laden cock
in my mind brought me to the most intense orgasm of my young life.

Neither one of us mentioned this for about a week. Then out of the
blue, Brian said "hey, wanna sleep over in the camper tonight?"

"Hell, yeah!" I said.

******** End Chapter 1

If you guys are getting into this, let me know and I'll write about
the events of the second sleepover. I realize it starts out a little
slow but this is just the beginning :) Write soon. mich2socal@yahoo.com