Date: Thu, 30 Mar 2023 06:40:31 +0000 (UTC) From: David Price Subject: Cadet camp of sex. Part One I was just thirteen when I first spent any time away from home, I had joined the Army Cadets just before my birthday and went to my first two week summer camp that July. I was excited and also nervous about being away from home with a strange group of boys, only a few of them I knew, including my two best friends. When we got to camp in Devon my detachment was paraded and we were all shown into the large barrack room that would be our home for the next two weeks, rows of iron single beds lined the walls, about thirty in each main room with a smaller separate room for the four senior cadets at the end. After dinner, a little drill and some recreation time we were all told lights out was at 10 and we needed to be finished in the wash house and toilet block, just across a narrow road from the barracks, by then. There was lots of excitement in the room with over thirty boys, between thirteen and sixteen horsing around, laughing, shouting and competing for who could be the rudest and loudest. I was more reserved, still anxious about being away from home for the first time, I'd also never been in the company of so many other boys, most of whom seemed to be quite rough and more robust than me. As we all settled down and one of the instructors came round to switch off the lights I chatted with my friends in the nearby beds and worried about a couple of things I'd heard on the way down. There was lots of rough talk about wanking and how they put bromide in the tea to stop the boys from getting erections, presumably so that they wouldn't be able to masturbate while they were in camp. I had been getting erections fairly regularly and had recently experienced the occasional wet dream but hadn't properly started pleasuring myself although I was keen to do so and been rubbing myself sore at times hoping I'd come but hadn't quite managed to. I was a light sleeper and woke up a few times to hear the sound of beds squeaking and fidgeting going on in the other beds. I could make out blankets being moved rhythmically and several of the boys took advantage of the night time to give themselves relief. The thought of being surrounded by a room full of other boys of a similar age furtively masturbating aroused me and I gripped my erect penis tight in the hope that I too could feel the intense joy of orgasm. Sadly, I woke up with perfectly dry underpants and we got ready for the days activities amidst much messing around and joking. The thing that worried me the most was the talk of initiation ceremonies for first timers, and I was clearly one of them. The main one seemed to be having your balls blacked, every boy had to have a tin of black boot polish which, over the course of the fortnight he was expected to get through with the constant cleaning of boots. The idea was that the boy would be cornered in the toilet block or the showers and stripped from the waist down and boot polish rubbed all over his balls. It was a terrifying prospect but one that I found also quite exciting, combining passivity and sexual arousal. I wondered if it happened to me whether I would get an involuntary erection! Luckily for me, none of that happened and the days were uneventful other than the normal activities of cadet summer camp. After lights out however the group masturbation became more brazen, the apparent dosing of the tea with bromide seemingly having no effect! Almost as soon as the lights went off the room started to fill with the sound of little boys wanking, beds squeaking, sheets being rhythmically struck and even the sounds of gentle moans of pleasure. >From the street lights which came in through the high windows I could see several boys on their backs with their knees up clearly masturbating and eventually rolling over to go to sleep after staining he sheets and their underpants with their youthful semen. Emboldened by this unspoken acceptance of the joy in self-pleasure I decided to be less furtive and joined in with my fellow young teens and wanked myself off more openly. The thrill of doing it so obviously, it was clear to anyone who looked what I was doing, was intense. The boy in the bed next to me, also about thirteen years old, turned on his side to watch me and was frantically masturbating as he did so. Eventually, the intense flush of pleasure surged through me and I came with a rush, spurting my teen spunk all over the bedsheets, my tummy and legs. I couldn't help releasing a soft groan at this point and my neighbour stopped his vigorous movement and clenched his eyes closed, clearly in the throes of his own orgasm. I rubbed myself with the sheets and pulled up my underpants, which had been down at my ankles, in an attempt to wipe up the mess then rolled onto my side very satisfied with myself. The sound of other boys similarly staining their bedclothes with their semen continued for a while until everyone eventually fell asleep. The odour of spunk to anyone entering the room from outside must have been overpowering by morning! Nobody wore pyjamas, it was an invitation to be mocked mercilessly, so we all slept in underpants an t shirts. Walking around before lights out I noticed several boys already had erections and it seemed that most of us couldn't wait to get into bed and start wanking. We all became much more open about our self-pleasuring activity and a couple of the more adventurous boys even pulled down their bedclothes and fully exposed themselves as they brought themselves to climax. My next door neighbour didn't do that but did pull his sheets up to show me what he was doing. That was the first time I'd seen another boy's erect penis and it thrilled me enormously. He looked me in the face while he masturbated and was clearly turned on by being watched, I was fascinated by his cock, it was about five inches and although I couldn't make out the colour of his cock head I could see it was slick and glistening. I don't know what compelled me to do it but I quietly slid out of bed, I had already pulled off my underpants and my erect penis stood up, pointing to the ceiling. I kneeled by the side of his bed and watched him wanking with my face about a foot from his cock and frantically moving hand. He gasped and I saw his white sperm pulse out and cover his fingers in a sticky mess. The sight of this helped bring me off immediately and my seed spurted onto the tiled floor. I was overwhelmed with pleasure and kissed the teen boy on the lips in thanks and, pulling on my underpants, got back into bed. In less that a. week I had gone from a masturbation 'virgin' to getting very close to sharing the experience with another boy. As the fortnight continued I would get even closer as I explored the opportunities for mutual sexual pleasure.