Date: Sat, 13 Nov 2021 19:16:36 -0600 From: Ernie Story Subject: Fun with James (Chapter 1) The story is true, but the names are changed to protect the (not so) innocent. Growing up my parents and another family would hang out once or twice a month and would always go on vacation together. They had a son named James who was a year younger than me. We didn't go to the same school, but had know each other since we were in diapers and ran around whenever our families got together since we both only had younger sisters. Each summer we would pack up camping gear and head to some national or state park for a week of semi-roughing it. We had to stay with the family in the morning and afternoon, but usually got away at some point to goof off. One year when I had just finished 8th grade we went to the Smoky Mountains. We got a little more freedom that year, but still had to spend the mornings with everyone else. After lunch we were able to go swimming, hiking, or anything else around the campgrounds as long as we got back in time for dinner. At that age neither one of us would ever miss a meal so it was easy to get back on time. One day we got caught in an afternoon thunderstorm and slogged through quite a bit of mud on the way back to the campsite. We were greeted by angry mothers who didn't appreciate that we had been out in the weather. We were pretty much covered in drying mud at this point and were sent to the showers with a change of clothes and orders not to expect dinner until we were clean. I wasn't very good at judging distances back then, but the showers were a fairly long walk from the campsite if you stuck to the trail. We'd have to take the trail back, but since we were already covered in mud saw no reason to not take the short cut through the trees on the way. It was probably a little less than 10 minutes even with the shortcut, but we made it without getting too much more mud onto us. There were two sets of showers. One was at the campground pool and the other was behind the office. We went to the one behind the office since it was the first one when you take the shortcut. It really wouldn't have mattered since we had to go back the long way and pass the pool, but at that age we were oblivious to that. The men's room had a couple of urinals and three or four stalls plus three showers. The showers were private and had two sets of curtains. I went in the middle one and James opted for the one at the end of the men's room. As a 14 year old boy I could not take a shower without jerking off. I'm fairly certain there is some law that requires that. If not a written law, at least one of nature. I washed and rinsed my hair first as always and then started to clean the rest of my body. The mud washed off easily enough and even though my dick and balls didn't have mud I washed them meticulously as usual. I was having a nice time when I heard James ask if I had any shampoo. Apparently his mother didn't grab his in the rush to get us out of the campsite. I said yes and rinsed before stepping out of the shower to pass the shampoo over the partition to James. What I didn't expect was that James had come over to my shower and opened the outer curtain to get the shampoo. I was standing there holding the shampoo and James was just smiling. My boner had subsided a little, but it was still very obvious what I had been up to. I flipped the shampoo to him and quickly jumped back in the shower pulling the curtain shut in one swift motion. I broke the law that day as I didn't finish my jerk off session because I kept thinking what James might say about it. I peaked around the curtain and saw that James at least had the courtesy to shut the outer curtain once again. I dried off and put on my clothes. One of the advantages of the briefs we all wore back then was they could hide partial erection I still had. I went to the bench outside the shower to wait on James. I hear the water in his shower shut off and he comes out the second curtain dripping water with a towel around his waist and a smirk on his face to hand me the shampoo. I couldn't see my face, but it wouldn't surprise me if I was beet red. He turned around a returned to the shower area to dry off. Before closing the curtain he turned to the side and removed his towel. The curtain closed, but not before he had revealed a semi-erect cock that was bigger than mine at full mast. I have no idea how big it was at that moment, but I'm guessing it was close to six inches and was obviously going to be much bigger than that when extended fully. My mind was confused. I immediately felt that my five and a half inches dick (if you round up) was way too small. It was growing again though after the show and I wish I had finished what I started in the shower a few minutes earlier. The strain on the shorts was powerful and it was going to be a long way to walk with a boner. James dressed quickly and we started walking back the long way. After we cleared the office and got into the lot where people parked cars and boat trailers, I got up the nerve to ask James "how big is it?" He asked what "it" is and I just looked at him. He knew and finally said it is was over seven inches the last time he measured. We had seen each other naked before, but not since we'd both hit puberty. His penis was always on the large side, but I still couldn't believe it was that big. All I was able to say was "no way". He responded with the usual "yes way" and said he could prove it. I'm not sure what I said to that or if I said anything at all. After we cleared the parking lot, he said let's go this way and we went toward the pool instead of looping around it back to the campsite. He walked past the pool and into the men's room on the far side. I don't recall if anyone else was in there, but he went to the back shower and motioned for me to follow. At this point I wasn't really thinking and walked in after him and closed the curtain. He put his finger to his lip to indicate to be quiet. He leaned over and whispered in my ear that we should take another shower. Before I could say anything his shirt was off and his shorts and underwear were on the way down. He still had a partial boner and I could feel mine straining beneath my clothes. I hesitated slightly and then was naked too. He grabbed the shampoo from my bag and got into the shower. As he was turning on the water I joined him and closed the curtain. The shower was build for one and while neither of us had reached our adult height it was still a tight fit. I stood there with my cock at its full length. He poured some shampoo in his hand and started stroking his cock. He passed me the shampoo and I did the same. Neither of us said anything and I could feel my ball sack start to tighten which always meant the end was nearing. Before I could finish, James grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away. He moved it toward his cock and just nodded at me. I probably hesitated, but not much and I wrapped my hand around his cock. While I really couldn't tell how thick it was, he had me beat there as well. I started stroking someone's cock for the first time. I was enjoying each stroke and noticed that my cock was also getting some attention. He matched my stroke rate and we both were really stroking fast. I was the first to shoot and several shots of cum shot out of cock and hit him. He wasn't facing me, but turned right as he shot his first round. It hit me in the chest and the next few weren't much lower. We probably hadn't been in the shower more than two or three minutes before both of us had cum. We rinsed off and used the shampoo to clean up with not a word said. We dried off again with towels that were already wet, but managed to get dry enough before dressing once again. We left the shower together which looking back wasn't such a great idea. Fortunately for us we didn't see anyone else in the men's room so there was no explaining to do. We walked back to toward the campsite and when we came to a clearing he said I told you I could prove it. I shot back that he hadn't proved anything since we didn't have a ruler. He just laughed and we joked around about other things until we got back for dinner. It would have to be another day when I got the proof, but that day was coming.