Date: Wed, 30 May 2001 19:34:37 -0700 From: Ronny Wernick Subject: FIELD TRIP Several years ago, when I was 21, my boss asked if I wanted to take a ten day trip to Mexico with a boys group he helped sponsor, to explore Aztec ruins. He said my expenses would be paid, and since I was between girl friends and had no other plans, I was eager. My job would be to escort the boys, keep them out of trouble, etc. We flew down and boarded a bus to a remote site near several archeological sites. The accommodations were a bit crude; small huts with two beds in each, but with a serviceable shower, toilet, and sink. I thought I would have a private accommodation, but there was an odd number of boys, so I was bunked in with Craig, a very pleasant 13 year old. It was warm at night, so after showering, we dressed lightly for sleep. I just wore boxers, and Craig wore a light pair of shortie PJ pants. When he showered, I noticed that Craig was very attractive from many perspectives. He was tall and fairly thin, with a perfect body. He obviously was well advanced into puberty, as his penis was probably at the mid-growth stage, with just the beginnings of pubic hair. I remembered how awkward I felt at that age, but he didn't seem to be shy about his body, since he dressed and undressed very matter of factly in front of me. I didn't think much about it; just a passing observation. We went to bed, and Craig seemed to slip into sleep pretty quickly. Not being very sexually active with others at this age, I was used to a pleasant masturbation session with myself every night before falling asleep. I thought about it, what with Craig in the same room with me, but figured he was asleep so there wasn't anything to prevent me from doing it. Though I was still soft, I quietly shoved my boxers down, and began. I often used magazines to stimulate myself, but of course didn't have any available, so began trying to think of stimulating thoughts to heighten my pleasure. Looking over at Craig, I remembered some of my early experiences in Masturbation when I was around his age, and the things my cousin and I used to do together. Those are very pleasant memories, and I began getting hard pretty quickly. I compared the prone profile of Craig with my memories of my cousin when we did those things, and began to get really turned on. I realized I was getting turned on by Craig, which surprised me. I looked at his long legs, particularly his thighs, and flat chest and stomach, with well defined muscle and bone structure. And I looked at the little mound of his crotch where his genitals were hidden by the thin cloth. Good grief, I thought to myself, he is beautiful, and the nearly naked sight of him laying there was turning me on! I really went to it in earnest, and jacked myself to a very strong orgasm, which gushed out all over my chest and stomach. Right in the middle of it I glanced at Craig's face, and, though not sure, thought I saw his eyes close. I was too far gone to reflect on that at the moment, but as I relaxed after the crashing orgasm, I realized Craig's breathing pattern was different than it had been, which meant he probably woke up while I was masturbating and saw me doing it. I didn't know whether that should concern me; I thought about it, and concluded he probably wouldn't be too shocked. Surely he masturbated, too, and realized all boys do. Anyway, I was very relaxed after wiping myself up, and began drifting off to sleep. After probably 15 minutes, when I was nearly out, I heard soft noises from Craig's direction, and came back to consciousness quickly. Carefully I looked out of the corner of my eye, and saw that Craig was jacking off, just like I had done earlier. I kept very quiet, and watched with interest, getting turned on as he went to it. When he came, he shuddered, and held his penis tight as small jets of semen splashed out onto his stomach. He didn't have too much, and it was a bit watery, but I could tell he enjoyed it. I had a strong erection again from all that, and had a hard time calming down to go to sleep. I thought about jacking off again, but dismissed the idea; Craig would certainly think I was weird to do it twice in succession. I finally fell asleep. In the morning, neither of us acknowledged what had happened the night before, or maybe more to the point, what hadn't happened the night before. We both witnessed each other masturbating, so what? The lingering puzzle in my mind was that the thought turned me on. I had to hide my partial hardon as I got dressed; I was embarrassed about it. That night, we went to bed much like the night before. I'd been thinking all day, and decided to take a stab at a different approach. Craig was reading, so the light was on. I turned to him, and said, "Craig, I usually jack off at night, and feel the need to do it now. Would you be offended if I did that?" Craig looked surprised, but smiled and said, "No, go ahead." So I did. I lay back, pulled down my boxers, and went to it right in front of him. I could tell he was shyly watching me, and could see a bulge form in his PJs. After doing it for a while, I said to him, "You know, if you want to too, go ahead." He didn't react for a minute or two, but then said, softly, "Maybe I will." He put his book aside, which he hadn't actually been reading for a while, and gingerly pulled his PJs down. I could see he had a good erection, probably about 5 inches long, and began to stroke it. We were both a little bit brazen, I guess, since we both were obviously watching each other. I really enjoyed it. We both came at nearly the same time. My ejaculation, like before, was more copious, but Craig's was no slouch. We both lay there holding our penises as the throbbing died down and we caught our breaths. Craig was the first to speak, with a smile, "You sure made a mess!" I replied, "Well, you didn't do so bad yourself." "Yeah, that really felt good. I needed that." "Me too." We both cleaned up, said good night, and went to sleep easily. I woke up early the next morning, and was thinking about what had happened the night before. I puzzled at why masturbating with Craig was such a turn on, but remembered how much I had looked forward to those things with my cousin, and how much I enjoyed them. I got turned on again, and decided, what the heck, might as well do it again. So I pulled my boxers down again and started jacking off. While I was doing it, Craig woke up, watched for a minute, and did the same, with no shyness at all. I finished before he did, so just lay there watching him, and he came soon later, again intensely. "We're really bad," I said as I got up. "Yeah, but this is fun," replied Craig. That night, I didn't bother to put on my boxers right away, but lay on the bed naked, and began my preparations by just fondling myself gently, enjoying watching Craig get ready for bed. He reached for his PJs, but when he saw I was laying there naked, dropped them and came and lay down, naked also. Obviously we were going to repeat our performances from last night and this morning. We talked for a few minutes, and the conversation soon turned to masturbation. I told him again I did it every night, and he admitted he did it a lot, sometimes twice a day. I told him I used to do it with my cousin when I was his age, and enjoyed that a lot. "You just do it to yourselves, or did you do it to each other?" he asked. I hesitated. This was leading in a direction I wasn't sure I should let it, but I decided to be honest. "Both. We did a lot of things together." I didn't offer any further detail on the 'other,' and Craig didn't ask. "Oh," he said. "You ever do it with anyone else?" I asked him. A little hesitantly, he replied, "Yeah. Skip and I have done it a lot." My heart jumped at that. Skip was a very good looking 13 year old in the next cabin. The thought of the two of them doing that together was really exciting. "You do it to each other, like I did?" "Yeah, a few times. It's really neat that way." "You want to do that tonight, you and I?" He hesitated a bit, but replied, "Yeah, that might be fun!" "OK, I'll do you first." I got up and went over to his bed, sitting next to him. He lay back and put his hands behind his head, and had a sheepish smile on his face. I hadn't really thought about it before, but he was enticingly good looking. I was going to enjoy this. He was pretty hard already, but I figured I'd warm him up a bit, so I began running my fingers around his lower stomach, down his hips, along the outside of his thighs, and back up the inside to his crotch, spending a little time gently rubbing along the sensitive area below his balls, which were drawn up tight in their nearly hairless sack. Then I tickled his balls. He got goosebumps. I did that for about five minutes before even touching his penis. When I finally did, he jumped a bit, but immediately relaxed. I rubbed my finger up and down the hard little shaft for a while, then tickled the sensitive part right under the head. I noticed a drop of pre-cum form at the tip of his penis, so I knew he was getting really turned on. Finally, I gripped his penis lightly, and began rubbing it up and down, slowly at first. I gradually sped up, gripping a little tighter. After a couple of minutes, I could feel him tense, then felt a sharp throb in his penis; it seemed to jump in my hand. At the second throb came a jet of semen, which flew to his chest, followed by four or five more, each going less far. He was very tense the entire time, and I stole looks at his face a couple of times, and his eyes were closed and he looked like he was in heaven. I held on firmly until I could feel him go soft, then let go slowly. He grabbed it and gave a few hard squeezes, accompanied by soft grunts, and I could tell he was wringing the last little bit of feeling out of his orgasm. After a minute, he opened his eyes and said, "Wow, that was great! You really know how to do that." "Practice, my friend, practice." Then I slipped. "I know an even better way to do it." "How?" He asked. "Never mind, maybe later." "OK. Well, let me do you now." I went back to my own bed, and he followed after cleaning up. He did what I had done, with exploring my body. His warm, soft, hands felt neat. He jacked me to a very good orgasm, and I exploded all over his hand and arm from being so excited. He just laughed and cleaned up. I decided to sleep naked, and so did he. Wow, what a night. We did it again in the morning. That night started out much like the night before. But when I started to Jack Craig off, he asked, "What did you mean last night when you said you knew an even better way to do it?" I was hesitant to get into that, but figured I'd gone this far, why not a little more. "Ever hear of sucking someone off, a blow job?" Craig's eyes went wide. "Yeah, but I never believed it. Do guys actually do that?" "Yeah, my cousin and used to all the time." "Does it feel good?" "Of course. Why do you think we did it? It is far more intense." "Wow." "Want to see how it feels?" "Sure, if you want to." So I started stroking him again, and when he was good and warmed up, bent down and put my mouth over the head of his penis. I recognized the musty, salty taste from seven or eight years ago when I did it with my cousin. It was familiar and neat. Then I moved my head down, and licked his penis all around with my tongue, while beginning to suck and move my head up and down. Craig gasped, and said, "Holy cow, I see what you mean. That's really great." I kept it up for about three minutes, and first tasted the saltiness of his precum, then felt him tense. I held his penis in my hand with my mouth firmly on the upper half, sucking, and felt it come alive, shooting several shots into my mouth. It tasted neat. Still holding tight, I pulled off and watched the final couple of shots dribble out. He lay there a full two minutes before even opening his eyes, and he had a look of wonder. "I can't believe that." Then we exchanged places. I told him, "You don't have to do that to me if you don't want to, you know." "That's OK, I'd like to try it." And he did, and it felt great. As we settled back to go to sleep, again naked, Craig asked, "What do you think about trying that with Skip? I think he'd like it." "Well, I'm not sure that's all that good an idea. I really shouldn't do this with you, but it kinda just happened. What if he didn't want to, or was upset by it, or told someone?" "I don't think that would be a problem. He loves to play around; we've been doing it for years. And I know he won't tell." "If you think it's OK, I'm game. How do you think you can ask him without scaring him off?" "Don't worry, I'll take care of that tomorrow. We talk freely." When we got back to the room that night, I found myself strangely eager, hopeful that Skip would actually be joining us. I blurted out, "Well?" Craig smiled, and said, "He'll be here in a few minutes. He has to make some excuse with his roomate." Sure enough, it wasn't long before we heard a light tapping on the door, and Skip came in. I felt a bit embarrassed to think of why we were getting together like this, and Skip did, too. Craig was beaming, though. We made idle conversation for a while, then I figured I'd better break the ice. "Skip, did Craig tell you what we've been doing?" "Yeah. Sounds kinda neat," with a sideways look at Craig. "You know we can't let anyone find out about this, don't you? And if you are uncomfortable, say so. I feel funny about this anyway; I shouldn't be doing things like this with you boys, but it is fun." "Hey, don't worry about me, I'm eager to try anything, at least once," smiled Skip. We all sat there a little uncomfortably for a few minutes, not saying much, until Craig finally broke the ice again by saying, "Well, let's see what happens," and proceeded to undress. Skip and I followed suit. I noticed right away that Skip was a beautiful specimen. He was a little smaller and less mature than Craig. He penis wasn't quite as big, and there was no hair at all. It was already hard. He was really cute. The three of us sat there talking, naked, Craig and Skip on one bed, me on the other. We talked about masturbation. I told how my cousin and I used to mess around when I was their age, and now still jacked off every night. They described their activities, which had gone on for several years, early-on just fondling each other, but more lately jacking each other off once they discovered masturbation. They seemed really eager about it, which reminded me of my cousin and I. We all seemed to be getting pretty turned on by the talk, and all were idly fingering our penises. I was getting really hot, and enjoyed looking at the both of them; two young, innocent boys siting there naked in all their glory, getting prepared for some sexual conduct that I would never have dreamed I'd be involved in, or even thought I'd want to. But they were so inviting! Craig suggested I do Skip first so he could see what it felt like. I had Skip lay back, and spent a good long time running my hands all over his body, playing with him. Like I had done with Craig, I didn't touch his penis for a long time. Craig sat watching, looking very interested. Finally I turned my attention to Skip's crotch, and repeated my actions from the night before. He was a lot smaller in my mouth, and I think I enjoyed it as much as he did. He tasted a little different from Craig; more musty or something. When he started to tense, I held on with just my mouth, with his penis fully engulfed, and sucked hard. I held his balls lightly in one hand, and had the other on his stomach. He bucked wildly when he came. He didn't have as much semen as Craig, but the throbs were just as strong, and he let out a couple of little yelps as he pulsed. I just held on tightly. After he was done he beamed. "That was better than I even imagined. Great!" I suggested he do Craig so he could try it out, and he seemed eager. He duplicated what I had done to him, and sucked Craig off to a strong orgasm. He pulled off rather than get it all in his mouth. Then Craig did me. Afterwards we lay around naked for about an hour talking about sex and stuff, then Skip had to leave, but first he asked if he could come back the next night. We of course said yes! The next night, before we started fooling around, Skip laughingly told us that after he went to bed, he started reliving the night in his mind, and had to jack off again, right in front of his roomate, who acted disgusted but didn't say anything. But Skip noticed that as soon as the light went out, his roomate jacked off, too. He said, "Maybe we can expand this group tomorrow." I was noncommittal, but deep inside hoped that happened. The rest of the stay was pure heaven, and four of us played every night. Craig and I also did it every morning. If my boss only knew!