Date: Fri, 22 Apr 2011 10:39:54 -0400 (EDT)
From: ArchHop@aol.com
Subject: Life of Stephen Harrison - Chapter 1

THE LIFE OF STEPHEN HARRISON-Chapter One
By Awesome Art

Prelude

     New Year's Eve is always over-hyped and usually extremely dull.
However, 1990 was an exception.  Out of respect for my dear but dull
friends the Marmots, I attended their get together.  When I arrived, the
usual crowd was assembling.  There was good cheer and lots of middle aged
talk about children, work, and the weather.  Into the festivities walked a
newcomer who quickly turned this into a night to remember.

     Stephen Harrison had been the freshman roommate of John Marmot's at
Dennison University.  After their freshman year they had remained good
friends and kept in touch with Christmas cards but gone their separate
ways.  My first impression was a handsome man of 40 or so.  He stood about
5'10" and was neither heavy nor slim.  His ruddy complexion was set off by
a full head of well-trimmed, wavy hair of a most unusual strawberry blond
shade.  His deep blue eyes were complemented by a mustache and eye brows of
the same color as his hair but a redder tinge.  Later, I will describe his
other physical attributes in greater detail.

     Since my spouse was visiting relatives over the New Year holidays and
most of the other guests were in couples, Steph and I quickly gravitated to
each other and spent most of the rest of the party sharing small talk.
Although what I learned about Stephen was a superficial resume, I became
determined to get to know him better.  On a few occasions our bodies bumped
into each other casually.  He made no effort to pull away so I matched him.

   About 12:30 the party-goers started to talk about locating their
children, how hard their week had been, etc.  It was clear the party was
about over.  Although Steph and I hung on to the end, we found ourselves
walking to our cars shortly after 1:00.  Steph was more than happy to
accept my invitation for a nightcap.

    When we got to my home, I lit a fire and poured us some sherry.  Before
the evening was over the bottle was empty but I was full of the life
history of Stephen Harrison.  Perhaps the sherry enhanced the story and
maybe my probing questions stimulated both of our imaginations.  But what
does it really matter?  By reading this story maybe you will become as
enthralled as I am with Stephen.

Chapter 1
     As the sherry flowed and the fire warmed our bodies and our spirits,
the conversation became very relaxed.  At my suggestion we decided to
reveal our first significant sexual experiences.  This became the prelude
to several nights of soul bearing discussions that I will always remember
and will remain much more stimulating and erotic than anything I had ever
read or seen on the screen.

     When Stephen was fourteen his father remarried and brought a new wife
to fit into an all male household that had seen few changes since his
mother died ten years earlier.  The four boys were extremely excited to
finally have a mother and be like everyone else.  It was hard not having
anyone to attend Mother's Club, make your lunch, or take you into her arms
to take your tears away.  However, a new parent meant new rules and ways of
operating in the household.  Those changes did not all go smoothly so it
was decided to send the boys away to summer camp to allow the newlyweds
some time to be alone and work out some of the conflicts that had developed
in the first nine months together.

    The camp chosen was in northern Wisconsin and had a seven week session.
Each cabin was set up to group campers of the same ages and then a girl's
cabin of similarly aged girls was paired with it.  Some activities like
folk dancing and archery combined the sexes.  Others, such as swimming and
health ed, were kept separate.  There was a Harrison boy in each of the
four boy's cabins so they quickly became recognized camp-wide.  Stephen was
in the second eldest cabin.

     The boys in cabin B ranged in age from 12 to 14 with Stephen being one
of the three 14 year olds.  The range of physical development for boys in
this age range is large so the older boys became the source of many
observations and comments.  When you spend 24 hours a day with a group of
12 boys in cramped quarters, there is not much left to the imagination.
The cabin was one large room for the campers and a small room for the
college-aged counselor.

     At first the showers were the main spot of body observations and
comparisons, but as the weeks progressed the atmosphere in the cabin became
relaxed and it was not unusual to stroll naked from one end to the other
looking for a towel or to lie unclothed during a hot rest period.  Stephen
was quickly acknowledged as the man of the cabin.  Not only was his cock
the biggest by far in the observable relaxed state, but he had sprouted a
thick bush of bright red pubic hair that was referred to as the redwood
forest of cabin B.  The two other fourteen year olds were probably six
months behind Steph.

     The younger boys were no challenge in the manliness department with
the possible exception of Dick who was absolutely gorgeous and the first
goal of all the girls in cabin 2.  Dick was a Jewish boy from the
University of Chicago area.  Being a city boy, he was much more
sophisticated than many of the small town campers.  Dick was tall for his
age, standing about 5'8".  He was slim but had developed a pronounced
musculature which was the envy of all.  His dark hair was a little long and
very wavy.  His eyes were almost violet and his smile could melt hearts
from 100 yards.  Dick was well aware of his appeal and used it to tease and
entice the girls.  In late night chats he bragged about getting into the
panties of two of the girls already and was making it his goal to achieve
success with 100% of cabin 2 over the summer.  The rest of the boys were
duly impressed and crowned him the macho king immediately.

     On the second overnight canoe trip Dick and Steph were paired as tent
mates at Dick's request.  After the campfire was over they went to their
tent to keep away from the mosquitoes on the sultry Midwest night.  The
heat converted the sleeping bags into mattresses and their briefs were more
than enough covering.  Dick quickly launched into his sexual exploits.  At
Steph's urging the discussion became an explicit description of Martha's
body and the steps Dick had gone through to get her out of her shorts and
top.  As Dick described the feel of her breast and her passionate response
to his touch, Steph got hotter and hotter.  Finally out of embarrassment,
he had to roll onto his stomach to hide the huge erection that was
developing.  Rolling over might not have been the best move since it put
more heat and pressure onto his pulsating cock.  As the seduction details
progressed to Martha's damp cunt, Steph could not keep from rocking back
and forth and moaning quietly (he thought).

     As Dick kept on with his monologue, Step suddenly realized his buns
were being ever-so-lightly massaged.  If Steph had been in control of his
senses, he would have put a stop to this touching.  However, it only added
to his "problem" and felt so good.  All he could do was enjoy it.  Steph
had never been involved in anything like this although he had heard rumors
that boys often got together to relieve themselves.  He assumed that was
only for certain queer types.  Besides that, Dick was the most macho guy
around and this must be just some male thing Steph was not aware of yet.

     In reality Steph was in no condition to rationally analyze anything.
The two weeks at camp had not given him the privacy he thought he needed to
jack off although he was sure he had heard Bill and maybe Jack taking care
of themselves at night.  Right now his cock felt huge and hot and ready to
pop; and now his buns were on fire too.  Something was going to explode and
it wasn't gong to be long.

     Then Steph realized that Dick's story had ended and the only noise in
the tent was his own moaning.  Steph opened his eyes to find Dick smiling
down at him as he continued to rub his rear.  That smile was as sexy and
seductive as any Steph had seen Dick try on the girls.  Dick's fingers were
now focusing in on the crack between Steph's buns.  Without realizing what
was happening, Steph spread his legs making room for the wandering fingers.
Slowly his crack was being explored and when his anus was touched, a
violent shiver shook his whole body.  Dick chuckled to break the silence
but didn't stop his exploration.  Next Steph felt his balls being massaged
and cupped in Dick's beautiful hand.  Steph no longer tried to hide his
emotions but moaned and giggled without concern.  When that happened Dick
whispered in his ear, "Why don't you roll over?"

     Steph followed Dick's command and soon exposed his giant hard and his
jockeys soaked at the top band.  Dick's fingers traced the hardness and
then slipped lower to outline the two bulges below.  Steph continued to
moan and felt his jockeys being slipped off his hips.  Rather than fight
it, he quickly lifted his hips to help.  Dick let out a gasp and asked,
"How big is that giant anyway?"  Steph responded quite honestly that he
didn't know but was interested in Dick's reply that next time he was
bringing along a ruler.  So this wasn't a one time deal that Step would
have to worry about being exposed all summer.  That sounded reassuring.

     Dick now progressed to run his fingers from Steph's toes up to his
thighs and then from his lips down to the same area of fire.  Each inch of
the exploration was a wonder to Steph who couldn't believe he had so many
points of pleasure.  In particular his nipples stood up and danced in
response to Dick's touch and light pinching.

      Dick had avoided Steph's cock and balls so far but now the fingers
were closing in on the center of all feelings.  Dick ran his fingers around
the swollen head and then traced each vein as it wound its way along the
length of the overstretched cock.  After a few trips up and down, Dick
suddenly grabbed Steph's sack and squeezed.  That was the final straw.
Steph let out a yell as the first shot hit the tent window about three feet
past his head.  The second shot landed on his cheek and the last three or
four decorated his torso from neck to belly button.

      Arnie's shout of keep quiet from the next tent brought Steph back to
reality and sent the two hot ones into gales of giggles.  That broke the
tension.  Steph then opened his eyes for the first time in ages and glanced
over at Dick.  The moon light was streaming in the tent window and falling
directly on Dick.  How gorgeous and sexy he was!!  Dick was lying back
completely naked and hard as a rock.  He was gently stroking his cock as he
warmly gazed at Steph.  The most surprising sight was Dick's nipples which
were dark and huge and sticking up to inviting points.  By now completely
free of all inhibitions, Steph gently reached over and touched each nipple
and kissed them lightly.  Dick moaned in pleasure and whispered, "Suck
them."  Steph enjoyed the sweet softness in his mouth and let his fingers
roam over Dick's thighs and then his cock.  That was all it took.  Dick's
body tensed and Steph felt cum hitting the side of his body.  After a few
shots, Dick pulled Steph to him and planted a long and deep kiss on his
lips.  After a few exploratory kisses, the boys separated and became aware
of the mess they had created.  The previous day's jockeys made convenient
and adequate was rags especially after being wetted with a little canteen
water.  Cleaning each other's torsos was a fitting end to an exciting camp
day.

				  ******

Thanks for reading chapter 1.  More will follow.  I love hearing from
readers especially if this stirs you!!  I have several other stories under
Awesome Art; check the authors tab.  This story isn't all factual but based
on incidents in my life expanded through my imagination.  Write me at
archhop@aol.com