Date: Sun, 18 Feb 2001 14:19:29 EST
From: MarkHoppus@punkrocker.co.uk
Subject: The-Camp-Camp

This story took place. It is based entirely on my own experiences with sex.
All characters are based on real people, but the names have all been
changed.  This camp took place in Ripon, England, in the early 1990's. If
this seems famirliar to you (you think you are "David") please E-Mail me.


the camp camp

OK, here's a bit about me to set the scene for the story that sets the
scene for the series!? I was 11 at the time of the story, coming up 12 the
following February. I was 5'4" with short brown hair styled like Michael
Owen (along with 99% of England at the time), green eyes, slimmer than
average, I didn't have a big belly or tits to put it simply. My best
friend, Danny, had moved away during the summer, and the majority of my
other mates weren't going to the same secondary school as me. Apart from
Salman, who was one of my best friends. He was cool (and loaded!). Over the
summer, I'd been on my second scout camp, and was the longest one I'd ever
been on. My older brother was there too, so I didn't feel homesick at
all. This particular camp was an International camp, with scouts from
Norway, Finland, Germany, The UK and the US. It was in the middle of
England, and I live in the northeast, so it was a few hours drive.
	I didn't know they'd be so many people there, about 3000 in all,
with 2000 been boys. Our campsite was set-up next to the Americans, which
was so cool. There was only one troop from the US, and they were from
Ohio. Throughout the camp, I became really good friends with one of the
Americans, called David. He was 13, so quite young, but I looked up to
him. He didn't really seem bothered that he was hangin out with an 11 year
old, and probably though I was a tag-along, which I was. But I thought he
was really cool. He had short brown hair and brown eyes that you could get
lost in. He had a tanned body and always seemed to wear his sunglasses.
	At the camp, there was something called the "Camp Award". You had
to go around the campsite doing things like orienteering, pioneering,
crafts, and all this other stuff. It was about three days into the week
long camp, and David suggested we try and do it. I didn't want to argue I
was a suck up when I was 11, who wasn't? When we arrived on the first day,
everybody was given a booklet with everything to do in it. We started out
by heading down to the main arena and doing some crafts, making crappy
stuff of no importance that would be binned right away. "Come on Matt, lets
try the orienteering." He called over to me.
	"OK," I said, "where do we start?" I watched David flick through
his book. He stopped and read for a minute.
	"It says we have to get maps from the site office over there. Come
on". He headed in the direction of a wooden shed with "Camp Office" written
on a sign outside. I hurried after him. When we got our maps, David pointed
out that it started at the office and went trough the large forest and back
to the start.
	After finding the first few markers on the course, we started to go
into the woods. "Creepy." He said, I couldn't argue with that. Looking at
his map, he noticed a cut down tree, the only one in the forest. "This
way." He said, running through some trees.
	"Hey, wait up." I yelled, trying to run after him, man he was a
good runner, I wondered if he was on an athletics team. "Woah, argh!" I
screamed as I tripped over a tree trunk, twisting my ankle. David turned
back and saw me sat on the ground holding my ankle.
	"What happened?" He asked, running back to me. He looked concerned.
	"I tripped and hurt my ankle." I said, holding back m tears.
	"Can you walk?" He asked. With that, he put my arm around him and
helped me up.
	"Ah" I couldn't keep it up much longer. I fell to the floor, held
my ankle and started to cry.
	"Hey, come on. No need for that." He said. He put his arm around me
and started to comfort me. It felt good, but my ankle was still hurting.
"Just rest it for a half hour, then you'll be able to walk it off." He
seemed to know everything. I lifted my head up. We looked into each other's
eyes, I was still crying. "Come on," he was almost whispering, "stop that
now." He wiped the tears off my face with his thumb. I tried to keep from
crying a second time. "Come on, we'll rest here for a while." He wiped my
lips and kissed me. It felt great, I'd never been kissed before on the
lips, and definitely not by a boy.
	"What was that for?" I asked. I didn't want to ruin the moment, but
the words came out by them selves.
	"What, this?" he whispered, and kissed me again, longer this time.
	"That feels good." I said as he laid me down on my back. He lied
down next to me and started to comfort me, asking about my ankle. "It's
still hurting, you just go and finish the course, I'll catch up with you
later." I said, and turned my head away from him, about to cry again.
	"I wanna rest her with you." He said into my ear. He put his arm
around me, and I felt my boyhood grow in my "Simpson's" boxer shorts.  "I
turned to face him, and his head was next to mine. We looked into each
other's eyes again. He kissed me a third time, this time I responded by
opening my mouth. I felt him slide his tongue inside my mouth. I closed my
eyes and laid on my back with David kissing me. Then I felt him slide his
hands down my shorts. He played with my dick, which was hard and as big as
it was gonna get for the time being. If you interested, that's about five
inches. Then I started to feel cold; I looked and saw David pulling my
shorts down to my ankles, revealing my hairless balls to the air. He
started to rub just above my cock where pubic hair was starting to grow. He
then took hold of my boyhood with his right hand and started to pull the
skin up and down. He started to jerk me even faster, and all I could do was
moan. Then he sat me on top of him, took off my shirt so that I was totally
naked, and took his shirt off too and brought his shorts down to his
ankles. His dick was bigger than mine, about 6 1/2 inches. He had blonde
hair above it and some on his balls. He told me that whatever he did to me,
I was to do it to him. He started jerking me off again, so I did the same
to him.
	After five minutes, he told me to stop. "Lie down, and stay there."
He said. Doing what I was told, he turned round, and said to me, "Just put
my cock in your mouth and suck as hard as you can." I looked at him with a
confused expression. "Here, like this," he said, and started to suck me off
gently. Then he got faster and faster. Having his warm, wet mouth around my
boyhood for the first time felt like heaven. "Come on, do it to me, it
feels great in your mouth." He called to me. Naturally, with all the
respect I had for him, I did this. My entire body started to shiver, and my
stomach rose. The greatest sensation ever came over me, like a blanket of
pleasure wrapped all around me.
	"Come on, this way!" I heard a voice call. We both looked at each
other. We scrambled to find our clothes, while I was tying my shoes, I saw
some people from my scout group running up.
	"What's going on here?" A guy called Benham said. Benham was 15; he
had shaved black hair, and was well built. He was the best Rugby player I'd
ever seen. I tried desperately to think of something, but like they say,
honesty is the best policy.
	"Matt twisted his ankle." David said, looking up at the boys from
on the ground.
	"Are you OK?" Paul asked me. He also played Rugby, but was a back,
which meant he was average build and damn fast.
	"Yeah, it's just starting to get better now." I said, and tried
standing up. I stood up with ease, how long had we been "resting"? "Its OK
now, I'll just walk it off for a bit." I limped around for a bit.
	"Come on then, you two can finish the course with us." Paul said.
We all walked together, slowly because that's the only speed I could walk
at. We only had one more marker to find before my ankle got better. We got
back to the office, David and me went in first, and Benham and Paul waited
outside so no one knew we did the course together. There was a place there
called "The Pit-Stop", basically just like coffeehouse. David and me got
some Shandy and sat down at a table and watched something on the TV for a
bit. When Benham and Paul came in, they joined us and asked more about my
ankle. Convincing them it was fine, they told me to go back to the campsite
where tea was being made. Since David's camp was right next to ours, he
came back with us. We came to our camp first, and then David passed through
and slipped between some tents. We walked together, and when he went away,
I felt him put his fingers between mine briefly then looked my in the eyes
with a thankful look on his face.
	Benham, however, had become really good friends with one of the
Americans called Richie. We shared our tents between six of us, and the
Americans shared between two. Later that evening, about ten-to-ten, Benham
and Richie came up to me. "Yo Matty," Benham said, he never said "Yo"
before, they must be spending too much time together. "This is Richie, he's
your mate David's Patrol Leader. Because David's fairly young, him and
Richie were paired together as tent mates." He went on, I didn't know what
was coming, and it all seemed a little crazy to be honest. "Well, since
you're in my tent, will ya swap for tonight and share with David so Richie
sleeps in our tent. I'm not picking on you or anything just cause you the
youngest, but you hang out with Dave so you wouldn't mind would you?" He
looked anxious, he was smiling expectantly.
	"OK then," I said, "do the leaders know about this?"
	"We checked with them first", they said to ask you. If you do this,
I promise I'll make it up to you somehow (that's explained later in the
series)." Wow, he really wanted this, and so did I.
	"Yeah, I'll do it." I suddenly felt overcome with joy. With what
happened in the forest, this was gonna be a blast!
	"Great," Richie finally said something. "Hey Davie, come over here
a minute." David walked over, smiled at me then turned to Richie. "You
gonna spend the night with this guy, me and Ben are going in his tent. It's
just for tonight though." It looked as if David wasn't gonna have a say,
but he wouldn't have argued. "Hey kid," he was talking to me, "Go and get
your stuff in my tent unless you want us to go through it tonight." He said
jokingly. It only took two minutes to switch everything around.
	"Well, time to get to our tents." Benham said, everybody in the two
campsites fumbled into their tents. David got in his, the signalled me
in. It was small, smaller than the big ones we used.
	"Did you enjoy the orienteering today?" He asked me.  "Yeah," I
said, "I especially liked what we did in the woods, that was cool." It was
a hot week, and that night seemed hotter. I took off my shirt and my
shorts, and laid there in me boxer shorts. I got in my sleeping bag.
	"So you like it huh?" he asked.
	"Yup." I replied.
	"Would you like to do it again?" he asked me. I nodded. "We can't
do it now, the other guys are still awake, wait a few hours, then we can."
I said it was fine with me. "We'll need to stay awake, if we go to sleep we
can't do it." He looked at me and smiled, "Do you know any good ghost
stories?" He asked me.
	"A few, only the ones the other guys tell me." I replied.
	"Go on then, let's hear a good old English ghost story." He got in
his sleeping, laid down next to me and put his arm around me. I cuddled up
and began to tell a classic ghost story. The one about the guy who hides in
the back of women's cars.
	"Heard that one." He said, "Try something else. Tell me a long
one." He put his arm tighter round me and kissed my forehead. The longest
ghost story I know is the one about the infamous Head less HorseMan. I
remember my oldest brother reading it to me the previous summer. This was
the original one where the town is on two sides of the river, and the
HorseMan cant cross the river. It took about 20 minutes to finish.
	"You're a great story teller." David said. "Ssshhhhh, listen..." We
listened, and heard voices recognisable voices. "Damn, not asleep yet. Oh
well." He said. "Do you know anymore?" He seemed interested in that
stuff. I told him I knew loads more, but they were only short five-minute
stories. "Just tell them all then." He said to me.  Again he held me
tighter, this time though; he kissed my lips, then kept them on my
forehead. I smiled up at him, and told the classics, like Golden Leg, where
this guys wife has a golden leg, when she dies he digs it up and his
haunted by a voice asking for its leg back. The ghost hitchhiker, where a
bloke picks up a hitchhiker, gives her his jacket and takes her home. When
he goes back for his jacket, a woman says that the girls been dead for
years, they go to her grave and see his jacket on the tombstone. I told
every story I knew.
	"Those were pretty cool, I've heard some of them before, but the
way you describe things is just so neat." He complimented me, and I
blushed, allot. "Your cute when your embarrassed." he said, "And when your
not." We heard footsteps outside the tent, so we hurriedly stopped hugging
and started telling more stories.
	The tent door opened, it was only Scott, my best friend in the
troop. "Hey Scott, what's up?" I said. Scott was cute. He had the same
hairstyle as me, but his was blonde. He had grey eyes and was 14. Lord
knows why a 14 year old is best friends with an 11 year old, but we don't
see each other outside scouts, so its not that sad.  "Hey, I just wanted to
let you know that the guys are going early tomorrow to go Gill Scrambling,
you comin?" His voice had broken, and I pictured him naked there and then,
I'd never done that before.
	"Sure, wake me up ok?" I answered
	He smiled at me, "OK, goodnight Matthew, see ya David." He seems
nice David said, as we cuddled up again. "Well, not everybody's asleep, but
I'm tired, lets just do it now." He opened my sleeping bag, then his. He
grabbed my arm, then pulled me into his before zipping it back up. He
pulled down my boxer shorts, then pulled down his own. Our dicks rubbed
together, we were both hard, and we just kissed.
	"Let me suck your cock again." He said. Before I could answer, he
unzipped the back, laid it out on the ground, the got my back and unzipped
it, then put it over the top of us. So it was like a sheet and a blanket,
so it was easier to cuddle up. His head disappeared under the sleeping bag,
and I felt his warm mouth on my cock. He did that for about ten minutes,
then came up. He pulled back the top bag and started to jerk me off
again. It felt great, just like it did in the woods. Then I shivered all
over.
	"What's happening?" I asked, moaning as I spoke. Then it happened,
I had my first cum. It went all over my chest, face, on David, and I think
it went on the tent door behind me too. ""Woah, what just happened?" I
asked. David began licking the cum off me.

	"Dude, you came," He said, trying not too shout. "Is that your
first?" He asked, well, it was the first time something other than urine
came from my boyhood.
	"Yeah, that's never happened." I said, shocked.
	After everything had been cleaned by David's mouth, he told me to
jerk him. "Just do what I did to you," he said.
	I did, and it wasn't long before David shot his load all over, more
than what I shot out. "See, now you lick it all up."
	"That's disgusting, that stuff just came out you dick and you want
me to lick it up?" I thought it was a disgusting thought, but was convinced
by the love of my life. It tasted salty, but sweet. When it was done, we
cuddled up in the bed we'd just made, and talked. It felt too good having
his naked body pressed against me. We told more ghost stories, and I got to
hear some American stories I'd never heard before. We fell asleep in each
other's arms.
	The next morning came too soon, then I remembered why. I told Scott
to wake me up when we were leaving to go Gill Scrambling earlier than
usual. We had put a small padlock on the tent door, so that when Scott
tried opening it, he had to resort to banging on the sides of the tent. We
woke up, and scrambled to get dressed and put the sleeping bags together.
David reached for the key and unlocked the tent.  "Come on, were leaving in
20 minutes, get washed and dressed, me, Ben, Paul and your brother are
having breakfast in a small cafe near here, James (my brother) said you
could eat with us." He stared at the tent walls, than at me. There was
nothing from last night on there, so I wondered what he was looking at.
"Oh, and David, Richie asked, you guys aren't allowed to come, can't
remember why, something that you had planned for the day." Scott walked off
leaving the door open. Suddenly, a pair of legs filled up the doorway. It
was Richie.
	"You better get moving, you haven't got long left." He told me. He
went to get the rest of his stuff.
	"Well, see ya Matt." David said as I gathered my things. He took my
hands and kissed me on the lips. Realising the tent door was still open, it
didn't last long.
	The week went by, we got our award, I had more fun with David, and
when we left, I got his address and said we'd write once a week. That was
definitely the best week of my life so far, and I always wondered if my
life would be different if David didn't kiss me that day in the forest?

The End

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MarkHoppus@punkrocker.co.uk
(I'm not really Mark Hoppus, just a wannabe)