Date: Mon, 06 Dec 2004 14:47:52 -0800 From: dude sweet Subject: Camp Indians It was my 3rd year at Camp Somewhere. I was going into 8th grade next year and was looking forward to being at the top of the pecking order in school. I would also be at the top of the pecking order at camp and thought that it might be fun. Only one of my friends from last year was in my cabin this year. His name is Scott and we were pretty good friends before. We were both in Tim's cabin this year. Tim was known as one of the cool counselors and was always in charge of the oldest group. That was us and we were going to be cool this summer. Tim was also in charge of the Warriors. They were an activity that you could sign up for 3 classes a week, plus a few extra activities. At the end of the four week session, they put on an Indian show and dance for the entire camp. It was ok, but I wasn't really into dancing. After Tim went over all the rules (same stupid boring rules as always) he told us he was in charge of the Warriors this year. He encouraged all of us to sign up. He guaranteed it would be fun. "I don't see how dancing around with paint on is a lot of fun," said Tommy. It wasn't that much fun," added Kevin who did it last year. "Boys, I promise, we will make it a lot more fun this year. Just give it a try for a week. Just one week. OK?" Well we all pretty much agreed to give it a try. Camp was more fun now that there was nobody bigger than us. Well, I wasn't the biggest guy or anything, but our cabin was the biggest and oldest of all the guys. The first two Warrior activities were kind of lame. We learned about Indian history and boring stuff. It was almost as bad as school. Back in the cabin we were complaining a little and Tim heard us talking about quitting. "Ok, Saturday will be way more fun. I mean, instead of meeting in the cafeteria, we will go on an expedition." Then he took 2 of the guys who had done it last year and they all went off to do some planning or something. After breakfast and camp cleanup on Saturday, we went back into the cafeteria to make lunches for our expedition. It was all the guys in our cabin, plus a few others who had signed up for the Warriors. Hiking is fun, but nothing really special. You can goof around, yell and scream and nobody tells you to be quiet or anything. When we stopped to take a short break, to rest and let the stragglers catch up, something strange happened. Jake and Peter came yelling and screaming from behind a trick group of bushes. They were all painted up like Indians. They were doing Indian yells, running around and grabbed all our food sacks and ran away. Oh yeah, one more thing, they were naked. You didn't notice at first because of all the running and yelling; plus they were very painted up. But then you could see their dicks. It was fast, so didn't get enough of a view to see if they were bigger or smaller than me. Anyway, we were all in shock. "Hey, they stole our food." "Jesus, man, they were naked." "What the fuck was that all about?" "Hey guys," Tim said, "you just got surprised. There are eight of you and only two of them. How did they manage to steal your food? There were only two of them." Excuses started from the guys. Basically we were just surprised. Tim then started a lecture on the reason that the real Indians in the old days used to wear the war paint. It was to surprise and intimidate their enemies. "Yeah, so were the real Indians naked too?" "Sometimes. The idea was to surprise the enemy. Jake and Peter sure surprised you guys." "Yeah, and what about our lunch?' Tim blew his whistle three times and Peter and Jake came back with the food. They were still naked! I got a few good looks and decided that I had a bigger dick than either of them did. Mine was a boner, so it was definitely bigger now at least. It was funny, they didn't seem embarrassed about being naked. I wanted to be like them. Naked and not embarrassed. During lunch, Tim was asking us if we wanted to do raids on some of the other cabins. "You mean naked?" "Like with war paint on?" "The other counselors won't care?" "Yeah." "Cool." "Fucking A man." "Let's do it!" "Yeah, when can we start?" It was decided that during the next class, we would practice getting war paint on each other. And the class after that would be our first practice raid. Then on Friday, a real raid!" I was hard in my sleeping bag all night. On Monday, the moment of truth. I was slow getting undressed because I couldn't stop my dick from being hard. Most of the guys were naked and just goofing around. I tried, really tried to not look at their dicks, but I looked whenever possible. "Come on Jay. Get naked," said Scott, my best friend. "Well, I don't know," I said. "You don't know what?" "I just don't know if I want to get naked just right now." "Why not? Everybody else is." Yeah, I know, and that was the problem. Jake's dick wasn't a boner, but looked like it would soon be. He didn't seem to notice. But I sure did. That's why I had a fucking boner. I whisper to Scott, "I can't right now. My dick is hard." "Hehe, you got a boner?" He says, not whispering back. "Jay's got a boner." Jay's got a boner." "Boner boy, boner boy." "Come on, show it." Jake says, "Hey guys, I got a boner too." And he did. He was showing it off and the guys were all acting like it was cool. I saw Herb pulling on his to make it hard. "Come on," Scott encourages me again. I really wanted to show it off. The other kids seemed to thing it was ok to have a boner. In one quick motion, I pulled off my shorts and underwear. "Shit man." Yours is fucking huge." "Where the hell did you get that?" "Jesus." "How big is that monster?" I guess the guys liked my boner. I was about to tell them it was six and a half inches but Tim came back in the room. "Jesus guys, this is not mess around time. Stop playing with yourselves and get busy with the war paint." Why do grownups always ruin the fun? At least he didn't care about our boners. Mine went down a little, but stayed a semi the entire time. I got a lot of admiring looks from the guys. It made me feel cool. Later in the day when we are sort of alone Scott asks me, "So how big is it anyway?" I knew he meant my dick. "Six and a half," I brag. "How big is yours?" "Not that big." "So how big?" "A little over five." I don't know why, but I was glad mine was bigger. As we discuss dicks, mine starts to turn hard again. "You getting a boner now?" Scott asks. "I guess. I can't control it. I didn't get any sleep the other night." "Why not?" "Because my dick stayed hard. It would poke the cot every time I rolled over. I couldn't get comfortable." "Why didn't you jack it?" "Jack it?" Yes, I was stupid then. "Jack off, play with it." He moves his right hand in an up and down motion. "You mean play with myself?" "Yeah." "I don't know." "Ok." That night was another sleepless night because of my hard dick. I kept hoping that Scott would talk to me some more about dicks and boners and the mysterious jacking off, but he didn't. I was too chicken to bring it up. My next opportunity came when we took all the war paint from the craft shed out into the woods about ten minutes from camp. This was where we were going to practice our raid. Our painted up with war paint raid. Our naked raid. My boner raid. Well, I got naked along with the other guys, yet I was the only one with a boner. The guys all laughed a little, but didn't seem to really care one way or another about it. I liked it and was a little embarrassed both at the same time. Jake's was big, like it was going to be a boner, but never got fully hard. They guys admired my six and a half inches again and Tim didn't stop them. As we painted each other some of the guys started getting hard. When I was rubbing war paint on Scott, his dick didn't get all the way hard, but did stick almost straight out. Mine stayed rock hard the entire time. "What about you?" "Yeah come on Tim." "You have to get naked too." "You promised." "I'm the chief. I don't have to go on the raiding party. You are my Indians, you get to do the dirty work." "You're just too chicken." "I bet you got a small one and don't want to show us." We teased him until he finally said, "Ok, ok." With the full attention of his Warriors, he quickly stripped naked. His dick wasn't big, but man was it hairy. A bunch of the guys started painting him and he just stood there. So then we just practiced running around and yelling. It was fun being naked outside. It was so much fun, we were all bummed when he told us we had to get dressed and go take showers. We took showers in little stalls and usually carried our shorts and underwear wearing a towel wrapped around us to go back to our bunk. There, most guys would pull on their underwear, then take off their towel. But since we had all just been naked together, most guys just took off their towel, then pulled on their underwear. Jake came out of the shower with his towel over his shoulder and his boner sticking up for everyone to see. I liked seeing it. I quickly pulled off my towel, briefly exposing my own boner before I pulled on my boxers and shorts. I know Scott looked and saw it. We were pretty noisy at dinner and almost got in trouble. But after dinner is when the real trouble started. We planned our first raid. I had a boner during the entire planning process. I think some of the other guys did too from the way they were adjusting. I got NO sleep that night in anticipation of running around naked, painted up, showing off our dicks, and hopefully boners, to the entire camp. Well, I must have got a little sleep, because Tim was shaking me. "Wake up, unless you want to miss out on our raid." I woke up instantly. It was still dark outside. Guys were naked! Painting each other. Boners were everywhere. I hopped up quickly, running to the bathroom to take a quick pee. It was hard to pee with my boner but I finally managed. My boner did not go down after my pee, but I was glad it stayed hard. I pulled off my boxers and shorts and started to get painted. Scotts was sticking straight up in the air when we painted each other. When we finished, the sun was just starting to come up and most of the dicks were starting to go down. My stayed up. We were supposed to be quiet as we went to the cabin of the next older kids, but there was a lot of laughing. It's very hard not to laugh when other guys are laughing. I bumped into Jake, my boner poking his back. He just turned around and said, "Shhhh." He had a boner too. Tim pulled open the cabin door and we all started yelling and trying to grab their underwear out of their cubbies. Someone turned on the lights and the kids were all freaked out, not even fully awake. They stayed in bed, under the covers just watching. By the time they realized we were stealing their underwear, we ran back to our cabin. "I got eight boxers." "I got four." "Shit, I only got one." "Dudes, I got five tighty whitey's." "Ok, guys, calm down. Get cleaned up and shower. Breakfast in 45 minutes." I was sitting on my bunk with Scott waiting for a turn at the shower. "You still got a boner, huh?" "Yeah. It never goes away." He leans closer and whispers, "So jack it in the shower." Ok, finally he brought it up again. I whisper back, even quieter, "I don't know how." He looks at me like I have two heads. I feel stupid. He looks around and grabs his floppy dick and rubs it. "Just do it like this." He quickly stops his demonstration. The guys coming out of the showers are totally naked and uncovered without boners. But I still like looking at them. I try to rub mine in the shower the way Scott showed me, but it didn't make my boner go away. In fact, if possible, it just made it harder. When I get out, Scott notices that I still have a boner. He looks, but doesn't say anything. Damn. When we all change into our shorts to swim, my dick is standing right up. I didn't see everybody else's but the ones I did see weren't hard like mine. Just about every time I change I have a boner. Sometimes someone says something to tease me, sometimes not. When we get ready to raid the cabin 7 boys again we get naked and painted. Lots of guys had boners. It is cool. Also rubbing paint on your naked friends is cool. We sneak up to the cabin like we did the first time, but this time, we are going to steal their bathing suits if we can. We run in, turn on the lights and start yelling them and going through their stuff. Suddenly cameras start flashing. They are taking pictures of us. And we're naked! Shit! We run away as fast as we can with them laughing their butts off. I hope I can steal some of their pictures of my naked friends. We are all in our bunk waiting turns to take showers. Even though it was not a successful raid, we still had a lot of fun. Especially me. "After lunch, you want to hang? During free time?" Scott asks me, nodding his head to my boner. "Yes!" I think he might show me how to make it go away. Well by the time free time comes, Scott not only asks me to go with him, but Jake and Warren. Warren is Scott's little brother who was in the cabin we raided. Well, he's actually Scott's younger brother, not little brother, as Warren is slightly taller than Scott. As we walked into the trees, I wondered if Scott had something different in mind than showing me how to make my boner go away. But when he said, "Ok, guys, this looks safe," and started pulling down his pants, I figured I was going to get a lesson. The other guys seemed to be in on it as they started pulling down as well. I opened my shorts and let my boner out. "Shit," said Warren, who had not really seen it before. "I told you," explains Scott. He and Warren were talking about my dick size? By then Jake is already playing with his boner. The other guys begin and I imitate what they are doing. After a few minutes, Jake says, "Watch Jay!" I watch. His dick drips out some stuff. Sperm I guess. He seems to enjoy it. Well I enjoy watching him. Right then, without warning, Warren's shots a little gob of the stuff out and drips some more as we slows down his rubbing. In just a few minutes, Warren announces and we all watch his. It shoots several gobs out, one of which hits my leg. It fells warm. They watch as I keep doing mine, but nothing squirts or drips out of my dick. They are started to get bored waiting for me and I'm about to give up when Warren just pushes my hand away and starts rubbing my dick! After only a minute or so, my dick area, especially my balls starts to tingle. I'm about to tell him to stop, when my boner explodes sperm. It gets all over Warren's hand, but he doesn't freak out or anything. He just keeps rubbing my dick for a few seconds. Every one else is dressed as I pant for breath, my boner with sperm stuff all over it. I'm so out of breath and feeling good, that I can't really speak. "Like it?" asks Scott. I nod. "Yours is huge," Warren says. "Biggest in the cabin," explains Jake. I feel good.