Date: Sun, 21 Mar 2021 16:16:42 +0000 (UTC) From: Terry Green Subject: Gay Fun with David and Charles When I was a little boy, I used to enjoy rubbing my penis up another. Or one of my friends let me grab and touch his rear end. This was long before sperm filled my balls, or the word "gay" ever became a word I was familiar with. While I'm no scientist, I believe we are born this way, as the familiarity of our own body parts leads us to comfort with other guys. At fifteen years of age, I used to find my fathers pornographic magazines, and masturbate so much that I lost count. Always cognizant to put them back where I found them, I also used to walk my neighbors dog after school. There I found a stash of magazines, and I used to jerk off to blowjobs especially. Yes they were women sucking bones, but I imagined myself doing this, having a big penis in my mouth. It turned me on greatly. Back then I would cum fast and often, as the teenage hormones were fully lit up. As a student I just tried to survive high school. Just like other guys I dealt with bullies, and was emotionally all over the place. Socially awkward might be the right terminology. I liked girls to a degree, and probably appeared outwardly heterosexual. Back then girls wouldn't give me the time of day. I was so shy, tall, and undersized. Who would want a 6'3 guy who weighed 140 pounds? I wasn't in any particular clique, but kept far out of the jock circle. Yes I did some sports, but most of my extra curricular activities were Boy Scouts. Camping was a lot of fun, as was earning ranks and merit badges. Most of the time we were a good group of young men, who helped in the community, but we really were immature. This was where my closest friends were. In high school I had a few, but most were in scouts. We had wonderful adult leaders who built up our self esteem, and being able to complete lashings and other projects, did give us a sense of purpose. The green Eureka brand dome tent was easy to pitch. It was my friend David's, and our buddy Charles was going to crash out with us. We all got along splendidly, had a lot of the same interests, and definitely filled out the socially awkward stereotypes. Yet we had a understanding, a friendship through so many years and experiences, but this one was to be a major game changer. We did the usual scout skits at the campfire. These were all well known, recycled, and to be honest mostly stupid. Yet they probably boosted our public speaking abilities. Often we'd screw them up, and our fellow scouts would help us through them. This was never mean spirited, and helped with bonding. That night as I got in the tent on that steamy August evening, Dave informed Charles and i he had some "literature " to share with us. No this wasn't Shakespeare or Arthur Moore, but Hustler magazines. These were so controversially steamy compared to Playboy. Here women were sucking dicks and being penetrated. The flashlights were set to low, as David brought out a stack of these. I wasn't aware he had so many. Charles looked eager to rifle through these, as he was 14, one year younger than David and I. We all were in our underwear, and I knew I was hard as a rock. Being discreet about it, I saw that these guys were too. I felt somewhat small, although seven inches wasn't anything to make fun of, they had thicker ones than I did from the shape of their tighty whities. David suggested we do "shadow puppets." He pulled out his gigantic and it truly was beautiful, light blond pubic haired cock. There his monster easily 9 inches, showed the shadow on the tent. Charles went next, and he had a thick eight inches and just fucking gigantic balls. I was hard when it was my turn. We all laughed, and I saw my penis shadow up, and then showed them when soft, how I could fold my cock under my legs to look like I had a vagina. I don't know why or how I knew this, but David did touch my black bush. Waves of pleasure went throughout me, and soon all of us played a game of Uno he came up with. Whoever lost a round, had to massage one of the guys cocks for 10 seconds. Then it was testicles, and then it was rubbing dicks together. Later on of course I learned about the joys of frot, which is still my favorite sex act, and it literally felt so damn good. Whether touching David or Coreys dicks or balls, and having mine played with, the pain of so much cum in the tanks was a real problem. For some reason David and I went outside the tent naked, to see if touching each other's penis felt differently. All I felt was pleasure, and it was there I knew I liked guys a lot. There was no kissing or anything like that, but we all spent the next half hour touching each other's private parts. David finally suggested we should cum. Each of us took turns, with the other two gently massaging the balls of the one jerking off. Oh wow I liked how testicles felt, across the palms and in my fingers. Their testes were far bigger than mine, and I was shocked that they could hang so low. David came everywhere, his load shooting all over the place. Charles did the same, although he was more of a dribbler. When I started masturbating, I was turned on seeing their hands on my balls. The heat was intense, the buildup of pressure surreal. I literally shot a load into the ceiling of the tent, never had I exploded like this before. Oh wow it felt so thrilling, and the next evening we repeated doing what we had done, and it's amazing no one heard us. Maybe they did and were cumming too. We will never know, but these first experiences opened my eyes, and while Charles would join us occasionally, David and I got even closer with sleepovers at his family's house.