Date: Fri, 19 Feb 2010 17:51:52 -0800 (PST) From: Hairy Guy Subject: Camp Youngwood parts 10 and 11 Camp Youngwood, part 10: Together, Alone (young-friends, masturbation) Greetings! Thanks to those of you who have taken an active interest in this story and who have written to express it. Here are the next two installments in the story. Knowing that there are people out there getting enjoyment makes it easier for me to write more! If you've read and enjoyed this story, feel free to write me at gayandhrny@yahoo.com. As usual, don't read if you shouldn't or don't want to. No actual boys were harmed in the writing of this story. ____________________________________________________________________________ Jason sat in his car for a moment, the only sound the ticking of his car's cooling engine. He smiled to himself as he thought back to the intensely erotic time he had just spent with his best friend. The taste of Ryan's semen lingered on his tongue, overwhelming even the spicy pizza they had eaten. Sighing, Jason got out his car and began to make his way back to the cabin--his night off had worn him out, and he needed to sleep. Walking along the trail, he couldn't stop thinking of the tight warmness of Ryan's ass, and he felt the head of his cock rub against the front of his boxers as he chubbed up. Reaching down to make himself more comfortable, Jason decided that he would have to rub one out when he got to his room. Walking into the village, Jason was blinded by a flashlight. "Knock it off--it's just me." "Sorry, dude, just wanted to be sure who it was," replied Ronny, one of the counselors supervising the village. "You're the last one back." "Am I? I'm not late, though, so whatever. My guys give you any problems?" "Nah. They were a little loud earlier, but settled down pretty quickly. Sounded like they were talkin' about girls and stuff. You in for the night?" "Yeah, you can go to bed." "Thanks dude. See you on the flipside." With that exchange, Jason headed for his cabin. Approaching his cabin door, Jason thought back to the night before. Picturing Will and Ben stroking their young cocks caused his own to surge upward again, and he knew he'd have to cum again before he'd be able to fall asleep. Entering the cabin quietly, Jason noted the cabin was silent. The boys all seemed to be sleeping soundly. Slipping into his room, Jason began to undress, kicking off his flip flops and pulling his shirt over his head. Not bothering to turn on the light, he slid his shorts and underwear off in one pull, freeing his turgid penis. Feeling his nipples stiffen in the cool night air, Jason reached down with his left hand and gently squeezed his sensitive glans. Already, some slippery precum was oozing from the tip. Spreading it around with his thumb, Jason made his way over to his bed and pulled back the covers. Slipping his naked body between the cool sheets, he wrapped his hand around his dick and began to stroke, working to have a quick orgasm so he could get to sleep. With his campers fast asleep, he let out a few quiet moans as his brain shifting amongst various memories'85..his first time with Ryan'85'85.fucking Ryan's tight ass'85..the gasping sounds his campers made'85all of which brought him quickly to the desired goal. His rigid cock twitched in his hand, and the semen began to emerge from his flaring piss slit. After the intense load he shot earlier, this one wasn't nearly as copious, but it oozed over his fingers, slicking his cockhead which extended the orgasm, causing him to gasp with pleasure. His heart rate slowing, Jason brought his cum coated fingers to his lips and began to clean them off. His horniness quelled momentarily, Jason rolled over and began to snore lightly. In the main part of the cabin, however, not everyone was as asleep as it had seemed when Jason entered the cabin. The earlier discussion had, in fact, centered on "girls and stuff," as Ronny had put it. It was the "stuff" part that had Dan still awake. Despite having come three times in the past 24 hours, his dick was still hard from the horny and frank discussion he'd had with his cabin mates earlier. While some of the conversation had focused on likely exaggerated claims of some boys' experiences with the opposite sex, it had been the brief discussion of their experiences with themselves that had aroused Dan so much. He had been surprised to learn that Anthony, the super straight jock whose t-shirt had been used to clean up earlier, had tasted his own cum. Equally as surprising was Ben's admission that he wished he could better control his orgasms, but couldn't bring himself to stop when the sensations began to build. Dan had stayed mainly quiet during the conversation, only admitting that he had jerked off before. He certainly wasn't going to talk about his only real sexual experience--which had taken place earlier that day. Mindful of what he had seen and heard the night before, Dan wanted to make sure everyone was fast asleep before dealing with his throbbing boner. Like the night before, however, he slowly ground his hips into the bed while waiting for the others to drift off, maintaining his arousal without going too far. He had just become convinced the others were asleep when Jason returned to the cabin, further delaying his relief. When he was fairly certain Jason wasn't coming back into the cabin, Dan rolled over in his bunk, doing his best to not disturb the sleeping boy on the bed above him. Flipping his penis out of the fly of his boxers, Dan gasped lightly as he wrapped his fingers around the engorged shaft. Starting to stroke lightly, Dan became aware of the sounds Jason was making in the room next door. Straining his ears, the sounds of Jason's masturbation further aroused him. Dan tightened his grip on his own cock as he increased the pace of his stroking, shaking the bed ever so slightly. His fingers sliding up and down his shaft, Dan paused momentarily to squeeze the head. He tried to picture Jason in the room next door, and ran a quick fantasy of slipping into Jason's bed and taking over for him. When he heard Jason gasp "oh Ryan'85I love your ass" quietly, Dan couldn't believe his ears'85'85was his counselor gay? This thought added more fuel to his arousal, and his hand became a blur on his erection. Past the point of caring who might hear, Dan felt the sensations in his loins rapidly building. Holding his breath, he began to cum, his jizz squirting against the fabric of the sleeping bag which still covered him. He could hear it hitting the fabric of the bag, and felt his hand and shaft get soaked as the semen splashed back onto him. His whole body was rigid, his back arched, his toes pointed, as each ejaculation built on the one before, until he was finally drained. Sighing, Dan melted into the mattress beneath him. Still cupping his softening penis, Dan brought his hand up to his lips. He'd only eaten his own cum once before, and it had kind of grossed him out. After Anthony's admission, though, he felt like he should try it again. Sticking out his tongue, he licked the curve of his hand between his thumb and pointer finger, where quite a bit of his cum had gathered. The tangy liquid had cooled a bit, but Dan was intrigued by the spicy flavor. Deciding it wasn't so bad after all, he proceeded to lick up all the cum that had coated his fingers. Their not quite circle jerk over, Dan and Jason fell asleep, neither knowing that cum had replaced toothpaste on both of their tongues that night. Camp Youngwood, Part 11: Night Visitor Ben's eyes flew open as he awoke with a start. There seemed to be some quick movement in the cabin, then silence. Momentarily disoriented, he wondered what had awakened him. His eyes adjusting to the dark of the night, he glanced at his watch on the shelf next to him. 2:15 a.m. Why the hell was he awake? Becoming a little more alert, he became aware that something was amiss: his boxerbriefs were pulled down, and his penis, while not fully erect, was also not soft, and felt a little wet. Had he had a wet dream? "That doesn't make any sense," he thought. Ben had never had a wet dream--he had started masturbating right around the time puberty had bestowed reproductive ability on him, and he'd never gone long enough between sessions to have a wet dream. And why would his underwear be pulled down? It didn't make any sense. Confused, Ben pulled up his underwear and rolled over, trying to fall back asleep. "I must have had a wet dream," he concluded. "Weird." Across the room, William held his breath and said a silent prayer that Ben would realize what he had been doing. William's penis, which had been sooooo hard moments before, had shriveled in fear. Laying silently in his bed, he thought back over the past 30 minutes. Will had been struggling to fall asleep. After blowing Dan that afternoon, and the discussion in the cabin that night, he was more confused than ever about his sexual identity. He had never really given it any thought before, just going with the flow of whatever he found arousing--which had been mostly girls. As he did at home when he couldn't sleep, he took deep breaths and tried to clear his mind. This usually worked well, and sleep would come quickly. Not this night, however. He couldn't get the sensation of putting his mouth on Dan's prick out his mind, and the taste of Dan's cum seemed to be singed into his taste buds. All this meant that while part of him was worried about being a fag, another important part of him seemed to be demanding his attention. He had planned to wait until he was sure everyone was asleep, and then to take care of himself so he could fall asleep. The sound of Dan's obvious round of solo sex, however, delayed Will's satisfaction further. He almost couldn't believe Dan was jacking off again after the two times he'd cum that afternoon--Dan must be really horny, he thought. Listening to Dan climax had nearly sent Will over the top without even touching himself, but he managed to not cum right into his boxershorts. Of course, he now had to wait until he could be sure Dan was asleep before rubbing his own load out. As he lay there, his mind wandered again to the encounters of the last two days. He thought back not only to his afternoon encounter with Dan, but also to the previous night with Ben. Will began to wonder what Ben's dick would feel like in his mouth. As his horniness grew to new levels, Will began to contemplate something previously unthinkable--getting out of is bed and feeling Ben in his sleep. He knew Ben was out like a light--he'd been snoring quietly for almost an hour. "What if'85.? He'd never know'85.." Driven by these thoughts, Will quietly slipped out of bed. His woody pointing the way, he made his way silently to the side of Ben's bed and knelt down beside it. It was a hot night, and Ben had fallen asleep on top of his covers. Hand shaking, Will slowly reached out and pressed his fingertips lightly against Ben's groin. Ben's penis was soft to the touch beneath the thin cotton. Hardly daring to breathe, listening for any sign of Ben waking up, Will lifted the waistband of Ben's underwear and gently pulled it beneath his tight ballsack. Ben's penis lay dormant atop his scrotum. Leaning up, Will gently took Ben's dick between his fingertips, and gave it a light squeeze. Ben continued to snore as Will lightly fondled his penis, unaware that he was being fondled--mostly. His dick began to stiffen slightly in Will's grasp, thickening and lengthening. Will's own boner was almost painful at this point, and Will's mind became hazy with his intense arousal. No longer thinking with the head on his neck, Will knew he had to taste Ben's cock. One quick taste, Will thought, and I'll go back to my bunk. Continuing to monitor for any sign of awakening, Will leaned forward and lightly licked the head of Ben's prick. No response from Ben forthcoming, Will twirled his tongue around the tip, and slid the head into his mouth until he felt it press against the back of his throat. Glancing up at Ben's face, he could just make out that his eyes were still shut, and his ears could hear Ben's steady breathing. One quick taste, however, quickly became two, then three, and then Will was blowing Ben in his sleep with reckless abandon. His head pistoning, Will's entire focus was on the delicious morsel of cock in his mouth. He loved the smooth firmness of it, the slightly salty taste of Ben's shaft. He began to taste the precum which began to seep from the piss slit, and suddenly his mouth was flooded with jets of Ben's semen hitting the top of his mouth. Despite his focus, Will was suddenly acutely aware of the risk he was taking--could Ben possibly sleep through an orgasm? Jumping up, Will scurried as quietly back to his own bunk as quickly as he could. Without thinking about it, he swallowed Ben's juices. His dick was suddenly limp as he heard Ben move around his bed, and prayed Ben had been asleep the whole time. The tang of Ben's cum still in his mouth, Will tried his best to fall asleep. He hoped he'd be able to face Ben in the morning.