Date: Thu, 16 Feb 2006 18:13:31 +0000
From: Lucas Munro <lucasmunro@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Sleeping Bag Tent

First time oral sex exploration by two consenting school-friends.

Warning: If you are not of an age to be permitted to read these accounts,
far less enjoy them, you are urged to leave this site immediately and head
for those pleasures which the society where you live allows you to
experience.


Sleeping Bag Tent

When I was about 13 or 14 my best friend was called Andrew. He was tall and
thin, with straight dark hair. A typical boy-next-door type, except he
didn't live next door, he lived on a farm. He had a large birth-mark (what
they used to call a port-wine stain) over his left eye which seemed to fade
over the years I knew him. Others may have thought it ruined his good looks,
but not me.

We often used to have sleepovers at each other's houses, but more usually at
his as they had a lot more room, and there was more fun to be had on the
farm. My first time was when we were camping in the woods on his farm. We
were both in our sleeping bags chatting late into the evening. I don't
remember what we were talking about but he may have been talking about this
girl, Susan that he quite liked. I had little interest in girls, but I did
think Susan rather beneath him. Anyway, at some point he grabbed the
sleeping bag at his crotch and pulled it to form what appeared to be an
enormous erect penis. He wrapped both hands around it and laughed. "That's
never your cock" I said. He responded in the affirmative, but I simply
didn't believe him.

I was a late developer you see. Not only was I the shortest boy in my class,
but also the shortest in the whole school. It was only at 16/17 that I shot
up to 5_11". I was skinny and androgynous, often being mistaken for a girl
(I hated having my hair cut). At this point I had not even had my first wet
dream, and still had a hairless boy's cock. Andrew was different. I had seen
his cock for years. Usually daily, as he had something wrong with it. I
don't know the technical term, but when he had a piss his cock would blow-up
like a balloon. Looking back on it, it was as though his piss would fill the
spaces that blood fills during an erection. He also had one shrivelled
testicle, but he made up for it with the other, as it was enormous. Ever
since I knew him at school he would always be showing me. I was always an
interested viewer. From our earliest 'I'll show you mine if you show me
yours' experiences, I got used to seeing Andrew's cock. He was never shy,
and would insist that I sit on a chair beside him when he would take a bath.
I was shy and would make him leave when I had one, but he never seemed to
mind this iniquity. Every day we would piss together at school, and he would
make me watch as he would start to pee and nothing would come out for the
first few seconds, and his cock would startt to fatten up, balloon-like,
before piss would eventually come out. It wasn't like an erection, as it
would only fatten up, but wouldn't stick straight up or anything. But it was
endlessly fascinating to the both us. I never got bored of watching it, and
he never seemed to get bored showing me. Andrew was quite dark-skinned,
which I always thought was from being shirtless on the farm during the
summer. I remember his cock being very dark too, much darker than the rest
of his body. This also fascinated me. I was always pale-skinned and so was
my cock.

I suggested that the thickness of the sleeping bag was making his cock look
large, and that he'd bunched up extra fabric at the end to make it look
longer. I had never, ever seen an erect cock before and genuinely didn't
believe it could be that big. I wasn't teasing him or anything, I really
didn't know. He got tired of protesting and eventually he just threw back
the sleeping bag.

I was wrong.

It really was that enormous. I remember hearing it thwack against his taut
stomach as it was released from his sleeping bag grip. I was utterly
shocked. I just couldn't believe they could get that big. I always knew his
cock was bigger than mine, but I'd never seen it like this. Looking back I
reckon he must have been 7 or 8 inches long, but to me then when I hadn't
even hit puberty, it just seemed monstrous. Andrew was relishing my obvious
shock. He gripped it between finger and thumb at the base and made it stick
straight out. I was aghast, slack-jawed and open mouthed. He wiggled about a
bit, which made us both laugh. I was disappointed when he pulled the
sleeping bag back over him. He told me to stop thinking about his cock and
go to sleep "you poof".

He was a bit of a bully, and was always tormenting me and winding me up -
much like an older brother would. Strangely, I lapped it up. Occasionally I
would lose my temper and hit him after a whole day of torment and he would
just laugh, and grab me and tickle me until I laughed. He was always badly
behaved at school, and I, a posh boy, liked him all the more for it.

My mind was racing. I couldn't get the image of that monster hard-on out of
my mind. I was lying on my back looking up at the roof of the tent with the
faint starlight beyond. I couldn't think about sleep. All I could think
about his big dick sticking straight out. A low moan broke my reverie, and I
instinctively glanced down, maybe hoping to get another glimpse. The
sleeping bag was moving up and down at his crotch area. His eyes were
closed, but he was kind of smiling. "What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm having a wank" He stated simply. His eyes opened and he looked at me. I
couldn't really process this information. I'd heard the word for sure, but I
don't think I really knew what it meant. I was full of questions, but none
would form on my lips. I wanted to ask him what it was? How do you do it?
Can I see I? I was utterly speechless. He looked straight at me, and without
a word, with his free hand, pushed back the sleeping bag. His other hand was
gripping his cock and sliding his foreskin back and forth over his big head.
He looked down at his cock did it slowly, showing it off for my benefit. His
eyes closed and his hand moved faster, he groaned again. I moved down to get
a closer look.

"What does it feel like?" I bravely asked.
"Fucking fantastic!" He smiled, still with eyes closed.
"No, I mean, what does it feel like?" His eyes opened, and he seemed
surprised to see me down so close to his cock. But he seemed to understand.
He stopped wanking and held the base again, offering it towards me. My
fingers moved tentatively towards it. He turned his body slightly moving it
closer to my advancing fingers. It felt electric as my fingertips stroked
the smooth skin of his cock. I was mesmerised by how hard it felt, but also
so smooth and soft. Again he moved it towards me so that it was closer to my
palm. I wrapped my hand around it as I had seen him do. He let out an almost
inaudible "Yes!". I squeezed it a bit and was shocked when it throbbed in my
hand. "MMMmmmmm" He moaned. My hand shot back to my side, fearful that I'd
done something wrong. "Don't stop now." He ordered, in a familiar voice that
I knew not to question. My hand encircled his penis. With a roll of his hips
his cock moved up through my hand, rolling his foreskin back as he did so. I
got the message and began to wank him. I loved seeing his head being
revealed each time my grip around his shaft pulled his foreskin back. I
wanked him a bit faster, and noticed his scrotum jiggling with his one big
ball. I could tell when I was doing it right as he was very vocal, making
encouraging moans. I could see in the darkness of the tent that his chest
was flushed. His fists were clenched and his body seemed rigid and tense.

"You peeing?" I asked naively.
"It's not piss, it's love juice!" He laughed, and his hand found his cock.
He ran his fingertip around his jap's eye and his big, dark red, shiny wet
helmet. I should have seen it coming, but as soon as his finger was good and
wet, he was smearing it over my lips. "Andrew!" I exclaimed in protest. But
I didn't stop wanking his cock. I already knew I didn't want this to stop.
He just laughed. "It doesn't taste bad. Look." He got his finger wet again
and then brought it up to his lips and licked his finger clean. "Go on
taste." This time I had a surprise for him. I leant forward and licked the
wet tip of his cock. "YES!!!" He shouted involuntarily as he threw his head
back. I licked again. I pulled his foreskin all the way back, pulling all
the skin on his shaft tight and with my tongue lapped at his cock like it
was a delicious lollypop. He bucked uncontrollably, and his cock brushed up
tantalizingly against my lips. I was surprised by his touch as I felt his
hand run through my hair and hold the back of my head. He didn't really
push, but he didn't really have to. As if pulled by it's own gravity, his
cock slid right inside my mouth. I gagged a bit, and it slid out, only to
ram back in. I marvelled at how it filled my mouth, and how his girth seemed
somehow designed to fit. It felt slick, but powerful - manly, if you like. I
savoured the taste and smell _ boyish and sexy. I was amazed by the feeling
of it throbbing in my mouth. He began to fuck my face, and I loved it. I got
more used to it and found I could take it deeper into my mouth. The further
my lips made it down towards the base of his shaft the more he seemed to
like it, judging by the noises he was making. His breathing was heavy, his
muscles clenching and he was moaning and groaning. He started to thrust
harder and shouted "I'm coming!" I didn't know what he meant but didn't pull
away. I don't think he'd have let me if I'd wanted. I was shocked by stuff
spurting deep into my throat. His cock throbbed as he pumped spurt after
spurt of hot cum into my mouth. I was filling up, so I swallowed. It didn't
taste too bad so I swallowed more. He was shouting "Yes!" repeatedly with
each ejaculation. I was almost disappointed when it stopped. His cock
softened in my mouth, and slid out as he lay back exhausted.

Neither of us said anything. He lay back with his eyes shut, his breathing
slowly returning to normal. I marvelled at his naked body: The flat smooth
stomach, with the black bush of pubic hair, with his now limp and slightly
coiled cock, leaving a glistening patch of wetness on his tanned skin. As if
he knew what I was looking at his finger instinctively found it. Tapping his
finger in it with a slightly sticky sound he spoke, eyes still shut "Look at
the mess you made. Now lick it up." I recognised the cruel edge in his
voice. This time he grabbed the back of my neck quite roughly and he pushed
my face into the wet patch. I knew better than to argue. I licked. I licked
it all up. He pointed at the wet tip of his cock. I licked the puckered end
of his foreskin. A string of saliva joined my mouth to his penis, glinting
in the moonlight. I savoured the chance to examine his cock at such close
range. I gently lifted his limp knob up and let my tongue probe inside. My
tongue worked its way under his foreskin licking around his head, cleaning
as I went. I noticed his cock was beginning to lengthen again.

"I think he likes it." Andrew said sarcastically as his foreskin rolled back
and his rapidly stiffening cock pushed against my tongue. And do you know
what? I did.


Lucas Munro, Glasgow, 2006