Date: Sun, 11 Jun 2023 22:40:31 -0700 From: nick Subject: Cumming of Age - Chapter 1: Campouts, Sleepovers, and Boys Will Be Boys Cumming of Age Chapter 1: Campouts, Sleepovers, and Boys Will Be Boys My name is Jason. My close friends and family often refer to me as, "Jase" for short. This is my story of how I came into my sexuality as a boy, and the relationship I developed with my dad. Growing up my dad was always very comfortable being naked at home, no matter the audience. My dad lacked any sense of self-consciousness or embarrassment about his body. He stood about 5'10", 165 lbs, with an average athletic build. He had light brown hair, blue eyes, a moderately hairy chest, legs, and arms. People found him approachably handsome. He was a very active guy-- he loved to run, workout, swim, hike, and ski. In his youth he was into the Boy Scouts and earned the rank of Eagle Scout, and picked up a love for camping, the wilderness, and nature in the process, which I think in turn drove his comfortability with his own natural naked state. At home he would walk around, ass naked, with shaving cream all over his face, talking on the phone, and go about his business, in front of me and my mom as if he were by himself. Despite this, I hadn't ever seen his cock fully erect (or at least not since I could possibly remember). He never saw his nakedness as something sexual or unusual, and neither did I as a boy. I developed a tight group of friends in the latter part of elementary school, right around the fifth grade. There were three of us-- Jimmy, Rob, and me. We had several classes together and lived in the same neighborhood of town, which was certainly convenient for all our parents. We did everything together-- carpooled to school, played on the same sports teams, went to see movies together, and although we were "good boys", we certainly got into our fair share of trouble together. We would have sleepovers under the stars in each other's backyards and stay up until late hours of the morning telling dirty jokes, indulging in our pyromaniac tendencies, lighting things on fire, putting stuff we shouldn't in the microwave-- you know, boy stuff. When I was 12 years old, my dad took us on our first camping trip together at a lake in the Sierras. To this point in our friendship, I had always been a smaller guy, especially compared to my peers. I tested extraordinarily well on standardized tests and had skipped a grade, being a seventh grader instead of a sixth grader. While my being a full year younger than them was certainly a factor, even so, I was in the lower percentiles for height and weight for my age, and as my friends began their journey through puberty, I stayed behind for some time. People always used to remark that they thought I was the "younger brother" of my friends that they were forced by our parents to let me tag along with them everywhere. I took solace in the fact that I was definitely one of the smartest kids in my grade and seemed to understand things quicker than everyone else. As time went on with the three of us, I carved my place as the "little guy" in the group-- while their voices begun to crack and lower, balls began to drop, jaws developed structure, and height sprouted, no such thing had happened for me yet. All of a sudden my buddies towered over me. I was most certainly what they refer to as a "late bloomer", and they were definitely "early bloomers". It wasn't until I was older that I began to realize how cute I was at that stage. My voice still had its high pitch, and while a quick, agile kid, I was never a "strong" athlete and was always one of the smallest guys and among the last to be picked for team sports. People always thought I was 12 when I was 18. Although now I'm 5'9, I didn't break 5' tall until I was 16. When I was 12, when this story began to take shape, I was about 4'3" / 65 lbs. I had blue eyes and dirty blonde hair, a cute butt, and a little six pack budding on my slight build. Jimmy stood at least a foot taller than me at this point and had blonde hair, hazel eyes, a devilish smile, and a devilish sense of humor to match it-- he had begun to develop a tiny patch of blonde hair on his chest and had an average build. His humor and looks made him a popular guy with the girls in middle school. Rob, on the other hand, was equally tall, had black hair, brown eyes, and was definitely the jock of the group. He played baseball and soccer and had a great athletic build as a result. I digress-- back to the camping trip: as I was mentioning, my dad took us all up on a camping trip up to a remote lake in the Sierras. We hiked all day with backpacks, arriving at the end of the day at a clearing in a meadow next to the lake. Once there, we all set up camp together. There were two tents, one for my dad and me set to one end of the campsite, and another for my 3 buddies at the other end, about 30' away. We went out and gathered firewood and built a huge fire pit in the middle. We sat around the fire that night, told jokes back and forth and drank hot cocoa. Things were getting pretty loose, and we were laughing a lot. The hot cocoa was starting to get to my bladder, and at some point, I announced I had to go pee and needed to relieve myself outside the camp. My other buddies all laughed and chimed in quickly that they had to all go too. My dad responded, "are you guys going to have a sword fight?!". "What's a sword fight, Mr. D?", Jimmy asked. My dad explained, "oh when I was your age, my Scouting buddies and I would line up and have battles as if our streams were swords! Sometimes we'd have distance competitions. You guys haven't lived until you've had a proper sword fight!". We all laughed, and Jimmy shouted enthusiastically, "let's do it!". We lined up just outside the ring of fire and each pulled down our pants and began peeing out into the darkness, crossing streams, and battling back and forth. I won't lie that I was eager to discreetly take mental snapshots of their dicks-- staring sideways across at their cocks while they all stared at the battle unfolding in front of us. Immediately I felt embarrassment, as they all had substantially larger packages than I had. Jimmy was uncircumcised and had a little tuft of hair above his dick, and soft was already significantly larger than I was hard. Rob was circumcised and had a nice pink cock, some hair forming around his pubic region and balls, and was also significantly larger than me. Jimmy looked over at me and caught me staring at him-- I saw him start to look down at my package and I immediately began to turn away in embarrassment of my little boy penis. Later that night when we retired to bed, my dad and I crawled into our tent. My dad stripped down naked, and for the first time, I stared at his naked body differently than before. My eyes immediately darted to his cock, studying it with a newfound curiosity, comparing it's size in my mind with that of my friends'. His was much more comparable in size to theirs, however much one could judge from seeing them all flaccid. Was I going to be as big as my dad and buddies? I stared at the big head and slit, and for a second had an impulse to reach out and grab it. I quickly came to my senses and realized I was staring with my jaw agape. My dad looked at my face and started laughing. "Trying to catch a preview of your future, bud? Don't worry, you'll have a growth spurt like your buddies soon! You've got nothing to worry about down there!". I quickly shifted my gaze and laughed awkwardly. My dad could sense the awkwardness and my embarrassment. He broke the awkwardness of my lack of intelligible response: "Welp, buddy-- we better get to bed-- early morning tomorrow!". He shut off the flashlight illuminating our tent and we went to bed. I barely slep that night-- I couldn't get the thought of Jimmy and Rob's cocks and their pubic hair out of my head. Even more, I couldn't get the thought of my dad's dick and especially that big head and pee slit out of my head. Unfortunately for you (the reader), not much else of mention happened on that trip. However, two things triggered for me that night. First: all of a sudden I was uncomfortable with my own body and my little boy penis. Second: all of a sudden I was fascinated with cock. The image of Jimmy and Rob's pubescent penises were burned into my mind. While a late bloomer, and not capable of cumming at that point, I was a horny boy. I had discovered porn a couple years earlier at home on the family computer. With any alone time at home, I would secretly print pictures of anything remotely erotic and take them back to my room. During this "discovery" period, I came across pictures that showed cum-- I had to look up what it was, and I was totally fascinated by it. I wanted so bad to be able to do it myself. I sought out any pictures that would show it-- from guys jerking solo, to girls with cum on their face-- it didn't really matter. I would look at the pictures and masturbate by setting my pillow underneath me, humping it furiously until I dry-orgasmed. I started to think about what it would feel like to have a big fully grown penis in my hand. I thought about what it would be like to have a person other than a pillow under me. I thought also what it would be like to BE the pillow and have a guy on top of me, humping against me until they shot their cum all over me. I thought about what cum felt like, and what it might taste like. Over the next month, Rob and Jimmy rapidly entered these fantasies in my mind. I wondered to myself if they could cum-- in my mind I bet they could, given they were already so much more mature than I was. After that trip, my buddies began to get a lot more comfortable with their own collective nakedness. We'd sometimes play "Truth or Dare", and the dares would often involve someone getting naked, or briefly going streaking late at night, running a few houses down our neighborhood streets. I took these opportunities to discreetly catch glimpses of their cocks. Meanwhile, out of my fear of them seeing my little penis, I had always opted for "truth", and I admit, I wasn't always even truthful in that. The three of us would also try and find porn, tuning-in late at night to Cinemax, or getting out a laptop and finding pictures of hot naked girls. One such night at Jimmy's house, we sat gathered around the TV with a softcore DVD we had scored from Rob's older brother. We were all hanging out in just our underwear, with me on the couch behind, and them on the floor in front of the TV. Being behind them, while they stared at the TV screen, I was able to stare at their two bulges outlined by their underwear undetected. I noticed Rob's was starting to tent in his briefs. He was rock hard. "Holy shit this is hot", I thought to myself. While we watched the girls on the screen undressing and touching themselves, I could see Rob's face growing redder as his horniness took over. He suddenly exclaimed out, "fuck! I'm so horny-- I've got to go jerk off in the bathroom-- I'll be right back guys". Both Jimmy and I looked at each other with surprise. I could see Jimmy himself was also a little tented. While I was as hard as a rock, I don't think anyone noticed my little hardon. I think they were both so horny and blinded at that point, that they wouldn't have noticed anyways. Rob disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door. Jimmy and I stared at each other and burst out laughing. Jimmy grew his trademark devilish smile across his face. "I've got an idea", he smirked, "that bathroom door doesn't have a lock! Let's wait a couple minutes and barge into the bathroom on Rob. He'll be so embarrassed! I want to see the look on his face!". Enthusiastically I agreed. We waited a few moments and crept up to the door slowly-- as we got close, we could hear the friction of his hand pumping his cock behind the door. Jimmy and I got right up to the door-- he looked at me, and mouthed, "one, two, three....", and burst the door open on Rob. Rob was sitting on the toilet, briefs pulled down to his ankles, eyes clenched shut, and his hand stroking up and down on his thick 6" cock. I couldn't believe what I was seeing-- I had never seen a hard dick before in person, and I couldn't believe that as a 13-year-old he was so huge-- it looked like something from porn! Startled, he tried desperately to cover himself, reached over and slammed the door in our faces. "Fuck you guys hahaha!" he exclaimed from behind the door. Jimmy was nearly rolling on the floor laughing. Meanwhile, I stood in shock-- it was the hottest thing I had ever seen in person. A few minutes later, Rob emerged from the bathroom with the hand he had been using to jerk himself off tucked and hidden from us behind his other hand. "So, you guys thought that was real funny, huh?!" he exclaimed, "well do you think THIS is funny??!". He untucked his hand from behing the other and revealed his jerking hand-- still cupped like it was around his dick-- it was totally caked-up on top with his cum, and it was slowly starting to drip down the sides of his hand. He darted towards us, chasing us with his cum covered hand! "Gross!" Jimmy shouted as he started to run away. I didn't scatter nearly as quickly (perhaps on purpose) -- I tried to get away, but he quickly caught me, grabbed my arm, and held me in place with his free hand, and wiped his cum-covered hand across my torso. I screamed with my high-pitched voice, trying to get away from his strong muscular grip. He quickly flipped me over on the ground onto my back, straddled my torso, and held me down firmly with his free hand. I couldn't get away, and he knew it. He took the cum covered hand and started to reach for my face. I tried to bat it away, which had the unintended effect of splattering a huge glob of jism from his hand back onto my cheek. I begged him to let me go. Jimmy and he were laughing uproariously. Jimmy chimed in, "hold him down! It's my turn!". I stared over at him as that devilish grin washed across his face. As Rob's continued to keep me pinned me down on my back, Jimmy began to pull his briefs down. He was still completely tented, and as he pulled them down, his briefs stuck to the head of his cock. When they finally slid down, his uncut cock slapped up against his belly button. "Holy shit," I thought to myself. Not only because of the sight of his 6.5" uncut hard cock staring at me, but also because I couldn't believe how lucky I was getting tonight. As I fake struggled under Rob's hands, Jimmy scooted closer to me, waving his big cock right in my face. "Hold him still!" he commanded to Rob. I pretended to struggle to move my head away-- I could see precum glistening on the head of his dick. I wanted desperately to taste it but knew that would somehow be taking it too far in this homo-erotic scene. Jimmy took his big cock and wiped it into the glob of Rob's cum that was on my cheek. He slowly and deliberately smeared Rob's cum around in a circle on my cheek using his dick. "Should I make him suck it?!" Jimmy asked Rob. I shouted back, "please, no!". They both started laughing hysterically. Jimmy retorted, "OK-- you're off the hook this time, Jase. Next time you might not be as lucky!". Rob released me from under him and I hurriedly escaped, running to the bathroom to clean myself off. I closed the door behind me, and immediately thought about the hot scene that had just unfolded. At this point, I had never seen a hard dick in my life in person, let alone cum. I looked down at the spunk running down my little torso, and then looked up in the mirror at the glob of Rob's cum, mixed with Jimmy's precum, that was similarly smeared on my cheek. I knew the door couldn't be locked, and that it was risky, but I couldn't help myself-- I took my finger, wiped it across the mixture on my cheek, and quickly swept it into my mouth. The mixture of Rob's cum and Jimmy's precum was unlike anything I had ever tasted. It smelled almost like bleach, but had a salty, kind of sweet taste. I smiled at myself in the mirror, scooped up what I could from my torso, and sucked my fingers dry. I knew I couldn't linger too long in there without raising suspicions. When I emerged, both of my buddies looked at me with guilty faces. "We're really sorry about that, bro-- that got out of control really quick", Rob said. "Yeah, we were just joking around, I hope you understand that Jase-- best friends for life, right??", Jimmy chimed-in with. They looked sincere, and little did they know, I enjoyed the scene more than they could ever know. "Yeah, I know it was just a joke, dudes! Things got carried away, but it's already water under the bridge." Again I spent a mostly sleepless night thinking about what had transpired. I could still taste their seed on my lips and tongue. I thought about what it would taste like when totally fresh and hot from their cocks. I thought about what cum would feel like sliding down my throat in those big globs like Rob had caked up on his hand. I thought about what it would be like to get both of them off and feel them shooting their loads in my mouth. I was determined at that point to act on my fantasies, whether with them or another guy.