Date: Fri, 01 Dec 2000 08:30:27 -0000
From: barry thompson <barryandlarry@hotmail.com>
Subject: Campout in the Van

	I had never gotten aroused by any of the boys at school. They just
didn't make me feel the same way as the girls did. But I got curious at 15
and pushed a magic marker into my own butthole.  The marker was about 1/2
the diameter of my dick, and it caught my attention in my room late one
night as the only thing that slightly resembled a penis. Without lubing it
up, I pulled down my shorts and put one foot up on the bed to get better
access. As thin as the marker was, my ass offered a lot of resistance as I
pressed on it firmly. I was surprised that the harder I tried to push, the
harder my asshole seemed to push back. After a few minutes, though, it
relaxed and I was able to get some of the small marker's length inside me.
	It felt good. My heart was racing more from the exhilaration of
doing something so new and foreign than the act itself, but it felt good.
My ass tingled, and a warmth spread all through my lower stomach and around
to my balls and cock. I pulled out the marker and stuck it back in a little
further, and then even further. This was a mistake as I found out a few
minutes later when it slipped from my fingers and disappeared up my
asshole. "Shit!" There was no way I was going to go to my parents with
this, so my first thought was what permanent damage it could do to just
leave it there until I was old enough to pay for a doctor myself and no one
could ever find out. I was really sweating for what must have been 8 or 9
minutes, and then I felt this hard pressure in my colon. It was the marker
wanting to be released, and I shit it out into my hands right there in the
bedroom.
	That night I decided two things: I needed a more suitable dildo,
and I desperately wanted to feel a real dick inside me. I lived out in the
country, far from school and any kind of social life. In the summer I
hardly even saw anyone from school. I had never even been out with a girl,
but now that my attention had turned to guys, I knew a perfect candidate.
My neighbor Scott was two years younger, and I spent most of my time with
him. We had talked about masturbating before (Scott was pretty advanced for
his age), but how could I tell him I loved to slick up a tube of hand
lotion and slide it up my ass, squeezing hard to shoot lotion into me when
I came?  Did Scott do stuff like this in his bedroom? Like I said, I never
really thought about guys, but the idea of getting alone with Scott started
to take over all my thoughts.
	When we were younger, we used to camp out in this old van his dad
kept parked behind their house. I was a little old for it now, but all
through the Fourth of July barbecue at Scott's house, all I could think
about was being locked in that van with him for the rest of the night. It
was really making my dick hard. I could barely think of how sticking my
dick in his ass would feel before thoughts of him ramming his cock into me
would take over the picture. My heart had that racing feeling as I got
together my pillow and everything at home and left to meet Scott at the
van. I was shaking from anticipation.
	I had tried to make it look like our "campout" was Scott's idea.
After all, he was two years younger, and I know I still did it when I was
13. Even though the idea was all mine, putting it into his head was easy
enough. After the fireworks, we went for a short walk and had one of our
usual talks about girls at school and what we wanted to do to them.  It was
one of those humid nights when just walking out of the house makes you feel
sticky and makes your clothes cling to your body. My conversation with
Scott heated up very quickly. Since I was a couple years older, Scott asked
me if I had ever had sex.
	"No," I told him. "There was a girl last year that I think I could
have done it with, but we just never got a chance to go out anywhere." This
was all made up. The closest I ever got to sex was thinking about the girls
at school. I was mostly too self-conscious even to talk to them. I felt
like I had to lie to Scott because even though he was younger, he had lots
of girlfriends and even talked about kissing them. Since I had never even
gotten as far as my younger cousin, I had to make something up.
	My dick was stiff and I had a feeling Scott's was too. "I have to
piss," I told him, and we went behind a tree together. I could make out his
dick, even as dark as it was outside. It was at full attention, and he
seemed to be straining to start pissing.

"I see your pecker," he called to me in a teasing voice.  "Yeah. It's hard
to piss when your dick's so hard." He'd noticed my dick.  That was a good
start. We'd pissed together plenty of times before, and he'd never pointed
it out like that, which meant he was paying attention. "Your dick's really
big for a 13 year old."  Scott scooted over a little at my compliment. "Not
as big as yours yet." Was he breathing harder than a minute ago? "When did
you start to get hair on your dick?"  "When I was about 13 and a half, I
guess." Both of us were standing there absolutely hard, not even pretending
to try to pee.  "You want to do something . like touch them together or
something?" There!  He was as interested as I was now, even if he didn't
understand all the much better things I could do with that dick of his.
"Hey," I said. "Why don't we camp out in the van tonight?"

When I got back to Scott's, his dad was helping him load his sleeping bag
in the van. "Now I want to tell you boys something . . ." he looked
stern. I was afraid for a second he'd caught onto our plan. "Scott's mom
and I have to get up very early tomorrow, so once you get in this van, you
stay in this van. No coming into the house to get anything or even to use
the bathroom, because we don't want to be woken up. You hear me?" I heard
him all right! Was there anything better he could have said? To my ears, he
was telling us they'd all be sound asleep inside, and wouldn't know or even
care what was going on out here with us. Scott said goodnight and he shut
the door. "Man, I thought he'd never leave."
	"Yeah," I agreed, knowing for sure if Scott's relief was for the
same reason mine was.  Scott opened his duffel bag and asked if I wanted
some cookies. He leaned across the back seat to get some Cokes out of the
cooler, and realized how much I wanted his ass. It was very skinny and
tight. It looked almost feminine.
	"Man, it's hot tonight," I said. I was hoping for any excuse to
take off my clothes, even just my shirt, which felt strange because I had
been shirtless plenty of time before around Scott.
	"We could open one of these back windows," Scott suggested before
he looked back to see my expression. "Or, well, we could just take off our
shirts and stuff."
	That invitation was all I needed. The way he threw in "and stuff"
made my dick stand up even harder. I unlaced my shoes and pulled my shirt
over my head. Scott handed me my Coke and did the same thing. He was
watching me out of the corner of his eye, probably waiting to see how far
I'd undress so he wouldn't have to be the one to take it further. He rubbed
a cold can across his broad but bony chest.
	I was down to my underwear by this point, the usual white briefs,
Fruit-of-the-Loom, which held my dick in place against the side of my
thigh. Scott had basically the same kind of underwear, but I was
disappointed to see that his weren't nearly as tight as mine.  I still
couldn't get a solid look at his cock, even though I could tell by the
little tent in his shorts that he was getting as hard as me.
	We sat across from each other in the van, with our legs spread
apart. I caught his eyes fixating on my crotch more than a few times as I
tried to pick up our earlier conversation about girls. "Don't you hate it
when your dick gets hard at school?
	"Hell yeah," he said. "Anytime I think about girls it gets hard.
Mine's even hard right now."  I was so excited to hear him point out the
obvious that I forgot to respond.  "Is yours?"
	"Yeah," I told him. "Mine's really hard." I was surprised by how
confident he sounded, how easy he was making it. Just like when I'm talking
to girls, I always end up being the shy one.
	"You can take off your shorts if you want." He hesitated. "I mean,
you might as well be naked anyway, us just sitting here in our shorts like
this."
	He had a point. Still, I was a little intimidated by how he seemed
to be taking control, turning the whole thing around on me. "Ok, but let me
put a towel over me so I don't have to sit here with my balls hanging out."
I turned around and pulled off my shorts, making sure to give him a good,
long look at my ass while I felt behind the seat for the towels. I tossed
him one too, and he pulled his shorts off underneath it, giving me my first
tiny glimpse of his bare dick as it sprang out of his Fruit-of-the-looms.
	We stared each other in the eyes and I pulled my towel tight around
my balls and hard dick.  Having his full attention, I rubbed myself through
the cloth and shifted around so he could have a peek at what I was hiding.
Scott followed suit, lifting his towel and waving it over himself like a
fan. I leaned forward and let mine drop. "Fuck it," I said. "We both have
dicks. It's not like we've never seen each other piss before."
	Scott quickly agreed, tossing his towel behind the seat where I'd
gotten it. "Your dick is really big," he said. Truthfully, his was almost
the same size. He was advanced for his age, while I had always been a late
bloomer. His seemed flatter than mine. The head had sort of a squashed look
to it, and it curved upward, right at the head. "Wanna touch mine?" he
asked. It was what I had been waiting for all night. I slid over next to
him and teasingly touched the tip and withdrew my hand. It was not enough
for Scott. "Wanna grab it?"
	I wrapped my hand tightly around the base of his cock and squeezed.
It felt rubbery, sort of like my own cock, but it felt almost fake at the
same time. "Want to touch mine?"
	Scott reached over and grabbed my dick the same way I was holding
onto his.  I started to stroke up and down his shaft the way I do myself
when I'm jerking off. He let out a little gasp.  After a few second of my
rubbing, though, I saw a conflicted look on his face. "Can I ask you
something?" He sounded timid. "Is this the way gay people do it?"
	"Not exactly," I told him. "First of all, they don't really do it
this way all the time. They do other stuff too." Scott looked relieved and
very interested. "Want me to show you?" I bent over on all fours and spread
my ass apart for Scott. "They stick their dicks in each other's asses."
	That was all it took for Scott. He crawled up behind me in one
quick move and started to poke my asscheeks with his hard tool. "How does
it go in?"
	We needed some lubricant. The one thing I'd forgotten to bring! I
spent a few frantic minutes searching both out duffel bags, looking for
anything that might do the trick. By now I wished we could sneak back into
the house for some Vaseline or lotion or something. Scott was busy looking
too, and he pulled out a small can of auto lubricant from the glove
compartment. This was the kind of thing you sprayed on door hinges and
locks. I didn't know if this should go in my body or not, but at this point
I didn't care. We had to give it a try.
	Scott squirted some of the foul-smelling liquid onto the top off my
asscrack and caught it with his fingers as it ran down. He smeared it
around my asshole, and I told him to put some on the tip of his dick (I had
a lot of practice lubing up markers in my room at night). Surprisingly, the
stuff didn't burn, and Scott went back to trying to penetrate my ass with
his dick. I felt the familiar pressure, but this was bigger than anything I
had tried so far. Scott's head pushed slowly inside as my asshole relaxed.
He didn't pull out, but grabbed my hips and pushed steadily forward til he
was in about two inches. He stopped when he saw the grimace on my face.
	"Does it hurt?"
	"Yeah, but it feels so good too," I grunted. He shifted upward a
little and continued pushing in until his dick popped out. He had trouble
getting it back inside, and I saw a tiny speck of shit just behind the head
of his cock.
	"Maybe we should try it another way."
	"No, we can use some more grease." I rubbed some of the stuff up
and down Scott's shaft and around his head, cleaning off the shit. He was
definitely ready to put it back in! It slipped in easier this time, almost
all the way, and I felt Scott get bigger and start moving more jerkily. Not
sure what to do, he pulled his dick out and it produced a few droplets of
cum.
	Not wasting any time, I asked him if he wanted to try it from the
other side. I could tell he was curious, but a little reluctant, and his
asshole was sooo tight. I barely even got my head inside before I could
tell it was ripping him apart. So excited by now and with all the lube in
place, I nestled my dick in the crack of his ass and rode him, quickly
shooting my cum all over his back.
	I wasn't sure how Scott felt about it when the whole thing was
over, but within a week he asked me to take a walk in the woods with him
and we explored even further.

More to come . . .