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Title: Day Camp Sleepover


I went to a day camp every summer from the ages of 5 through 14. Not as exciting or adventurous as sleepaway camp, but that was the life for suburban children of working-class parents. My mother was probably too attached to her only child to let me go off into the woods for 8 weeks, so 8 weeks of daycare made more sense. I couldn't complain, when else would I get to go to water parks and laser tag?


My first few years of camp sucked. I switched around between 4 different camps in 5 years, and only found a good one in the local YMCA's program. Two of my friends from elementary school went there, and they eventually became my best friends. Because it was actually one town over, there were kids from all over the county, so I made a lot of friends who I never would have met in my own school district.


The first two of the five years I was at this YMCA camp, I was in the younger program. Although we certainly weren't babied, there was a tangible divide between the older group, who got to go on field trips almost every day, while we stayed at the elementary school and did arts and crafts with just one trip a week. The bright side was always how we got to swim every single day.


This entire story happened before I really came to terms with my sexuality. Hell, back when I was 11, I kissed a girl named Lauren underneath the jungle gym. It was really awkward so we never talked about it afterwards and the next summer when I saw her she had a real boyfriend so I was plenty satisfied leaving her be.


In my third year, when I turned 12, I got to be a part of the "Adventure Group" that went on field trips with the older kids. This group usually contained about 10-15 kids; that year they had 31 kids. It made the whole situation much less "adventurous" than previous years, and the kids older than I grumbled about it very audibly.


There were a few campers I was really close with, but the focus of this narrative has to be on George. I wish it was a sexier name, something that would have really made me swoon, but he was just plain old George. He was a year older than me, but mostly hung out with the kids a year older than him at first so I wasn't as close with him before I joined the "older" camp.


He had a younger brother, Mitch, who was a year below me. Mitch was nice, but sort of white-bread-bland and I didn't hang out with him as much as his brother. George was a total skater dude, with super shaggy curly brown hair that he only got cut once a year at the start of the summer. He was a couple inches taller than me (I think that was the year I finally cracked 5') but had a killer smile and these light brown eyes I used to love to stare into, as discreetly as possible.


The summer was mostly just everyone hanging out, and George and I would love to play cards or mess around on skateboards. But the very last week of each 2-week session, we would get to have a sleepover in the YMCA itself. At first I loved them, but then started to hate the morning-after feeling of staying up all night, watching Family Guy, and eating candy. A preteen hangover. The very last sleepover that first year, George and I were playing some team-card game and when he and I won the $25 bucks in the pool, he gave me this huge hug and a kiss on the cheek, and it was one of the first times I remember being really attracted to this kid. I had just discovered the joy of masturbation that year, and the next night I think I came three times just thinking about George.


Unfortunately, that summer was over so we didn't get to see much of each other, staying in touch by sharing our love of Pearl Jam and Led Zeppelin occasionally on each other's Myspace pages. (Wow, this sure makes me seem old now, right?) The following summer was the real interesting one for us though.


Because we were both at the upper age limit of campers before they had to become "Counselors-In-Training", we spent a lot of time together as a lot of our friends had moved on and had to work with different groups of kids. I had just gotten my first iPod (mini) and we both would listen to it on every bus ride, him more into thrashy metal, me more into classic rock at the time. I think our best bus ride, we got the whole back of the bus to sing along to three Stones songs in a row.


Whenever we went swimming, we used to always have lockers next to each other. Actually, I think I just always picked the locker between him and his brother. I remember sneaking peeks of Mitchell changing out of his briefs with just his t-shirt over his naked lower-half, then looking over to George, whose tight t-shirts left less to the imagination. One time he caught me looking, and just smirked, so I kept sneaking peeks all summer long.


I had really gotten to hate the sleepovers because the counselors were assholes that year and the "Adventure Group" had now expanded to about 40 kids, almost all of them younger than me. But the very last sleepover was probably the most memorable of them all.


We were all a little sentimental because we knew we wouldn't be seeing much of each other after the next day. Sometime around midnight, a number of my friends were playing spin-the-bottle, except the people had to go into the storage closet for 7 minutes. They originally decided that if a guy spun and it landed on another guy he would get to pick the girl on either side of him. But kids have short attention spans, so by the time I joined in almost all the girls were on the opposite side as all the guys. George spun, and it landed on me, and the two guys next to me started sweating. George just said, "The only one of those three I'd make out with is Danny!" I blushed, but we just played it off as being fake-gay with each other ("Oh George, ravish me you animal" I said in my breathiest voice). Everyone was laughing it off and we went into the closet while the person with the timer waited outside.


When we were in the closet, initially we were just giggling because we were just being silly. But then he stopped laughing, and started looking at me seriously. He bit his lower lip, and started crawling in closer to me, kneeling in the opposite end of the closet.


"George, what are you doing?" And he just giggled again, (God he had an infectious laugh) and soon I was too. He inched closer, and I leaned my head a little bit forward too. He closed his eyes and surprised me with a small, tender kiss on the lips.


It was the first time I ever kissed a boy, and all I thought was WOW. I had never really expected George would want to kiss me, as I was kind of a chubby kid with glasses, although not without a slight cute charm. When he backed off, he just looked at me really nervously, and started wringing his hands. But as he started to stutter something out, I just moved back to him and kissed him again.


The person outside with the timer had obviously walked away, because we couldn't hear anything, and we kept kissing for what ended up being 10 minutes. He used tongue a couple times, which just got me really hard, and I had to keep my lap away from him or else it would've been really embarrassing. When we stopped, he said, "Let's hang out later after everyone goes to sleep". And I just nodded, still kind of dazed. We stumbled out of the closet, with people paying us almost no attention.


The rest of the kids were asleep by 2am, so me and George snuck out the small gym all the boys slept in, over the snoring counselor who "guarded" the door. George said to grab some sodas from the kitchen and meet him in the lobby outside the bigger, upstairs gym. I agreed, took the trek, and was in the lobby about 5 minutes later. When I got there, the room was dark but I could see that he was sitting on one of the big comfy couches. I thought it was strange that he was shirtless; I was in my typical basketball shorts and large t-shirt but he was only wearing his swimsuit. At first, I just thought it was warm because the counselors shut off the A/C when we went to sleep.


So I sat on the far end of the couch, and put the sodas on the table. Before I could even ask what was up, he started crawling towards me, and gave me the hardest, deepest kiss I'd ever had. His tongue was like a piston in my mouth. In about a minute, he was laying on top of me, and I could feel his hardness poking into my hip. That immediately sent my own boner into overdrive and I was at full mast soon enough.


I couldn't help but chuckle, because it tickled me, and he started laughing too. I started playing with his nipples since they were right in front of me, kind of sweaty because of the warmth of the summer night. He started laughing and fell backwards, so I made my move on top of him. Between his laughs I heard a moan escape and his eyes were firmly shut.


I don't know where this passion came from, but before I knew it I was licking his nipples with the tip of my tongue, teasing him. He really started moaning like crazy, I had to shush him afraid that someone might hear us. I put my hand over his mouth, and he started to bite down a tiny bit on my hand, but I didn't really mind it because I just wanted to keep licking his lean torso. I made my way down his abs, he didn't quite have a six-pack yet, and lingered a bit on his happy trail fuzz.


"David," he moaned, barely more than a whisper between my fingers. I looked up and he started kissing me again, this time working his hands under my shirt to take it off. When we were both shirtless he started giving me the same treatment, working his way down my (less-defined) chest and towards my own waistline. He grabbed my waistband and as he started working my shorts off my hips. I helped lower them, exposing my boxers with an obvious tent in them. He pulled them off and in one motion started stroking my rock hard cock. He was licking at my (relatively new) pubes and moving towards the base of my dick.


Now being 13, I knew the way he was moving that he was going to do something that I didn't have the control to stop from shooting immediately. So I dove back on top of him and started kissing him hard, grinding my hips into his straining shorts. I pulled his board shorts down enough to put my hands inside and feel for his hard cock.


"No undies tonight?" I asked him, chuckling as he was gasping for air


"Uh-uh" he barely managed, shaking his head. I re-attacked his nipples with my tongue and lowered his shorts so that I could look at his dick. It was the first uncircumcised penis I'd seen since I was little and showering with a cousin, and it fascinated me. I knew then that I was going to have to suck it, play with the foreskin on my tongue and see what it was like. I lowered my head and started licking around his pubes. He had a small bush, very thin curly hairs but his body tasted salty, sweaty, and sweet. I knew I had to have his throbbing cock in my mouth, so I backed off a bit, lowered his shaft so it was pointed right at me and I licked the covered head. George was moaning really loudly now, and I got really nervous that someone would hear him and come up to investigate. So I handed him my underwear and told him to bite on it. He obeyed, and was mostly silenced.


I licked under the tight foreskin with my tongue, enjoying the salty taste and teasing him mercilessly. His moans through my underwear was a primal grunt, demanding more and more. So I backed off, breathed on his pulsing red cock, glanced up at his exasperated face, smirked, and dove right on his tool. I'm proud to say I could deep throat it fairly easily, even if his organ wasn't ridiculously long it was still an accomplishment. George was thrashing under my mouth, thrusting his narrow hips into my warm mouth before I pushed him back down into the couch. I wanted the control over this sexy skater boy, so I put both my hands on his ass cheeks to give my mouth the full workout.


This lasted for a short while, before his preteen stamina got the best of him and he started moaning louder through my boxers gagging him. I could tell where this was going, so I backed off and finished him off with my left hand while I kept my right gripping his tensing butt. His pulsing cock slapped against his stomach and shot four or five blasts of cum up his body. I remember the first couple just hitting his chest, but the next one hit him right in the face. I felt guilty for not swallowing him (even though I had never even tasted my own seed) so climbed up to wipe his face with my boxers.


As soon as I got them out of his mouth, he was pulling me in for one of the top-10 kisses of my life. His still tender cock was between us and I could feel him coming down from his orgasm as we kept kissing. His warm cum on my torso was drying fast, and when I finally pulled away there was a slight sting from the stickiness. We both shared a laugh, but then looked down at my still raging hard-on. George looked back at me, got that devilish grin, and dove right down to my stiff circumcised cock.


I doubt he had a ton of experience at this point, but he acted like a cocksucking professional. His tight lips and suction had me curling my toes and wiggling my whole body like crazy almost immediately. I'm not sure how I didn't fall off the couch actually. He was using one hand on my cock, his tongue on my slit licking up whatever precum I could produce at that age, and his other hand playing with my fairly small and smooth balls.


Alhtough quieter than him, for fear of getting caught, I whimpered for sweet release and warned him with a timid, "oh shit" before I was about to shoot my first load with anyone else. He moved his hand from my balls down to that sweet spot between a boys balls and ass and I nearly screamed in orgasmic delight. My hips gyrating like crazy, I unleashed my load into his hot mouth. I can't remember how long he kepy sucking but I had to beg him to get off my tenderized cockhead. He obliged, worked his was slowly up to meet my face, and gave me a slow, tender, cum-flavored kiss.


"I was hoping you didn't swallow" I chuckled after our kiss, savoring my own sweet flavor. He just grinned, sleepily, and stay cuddled on top of me until we both fell asleep. We woke up maybe an hour later, feeling very sore and exhausted. We grabbed our clothes, and headed back to our small sleeping area downstairs. I'm pretty sure we left the soda's back in that lounge, we never got to that sugar rush.


I can't remember if anyone noticed us returning, but he moved his sleeping bag right next to mine and we slept about 5 inches from each others face that night. A couple times I woke up to give him a small kiss on the lips, and he would kiss me back before giggling and shushing me back to sleep.


The next day we all were up and swimming in the pool by 9am. George and I were almost inseparable, but it was almost impossible to be any more physical than usual in front of out other teenage guy friends. When our parents came to pick us up that day, he ran up to me and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Hit my up on Myspace! We'll skate this year! Promise!" His excitement was a good cover for how disappointed we were to not see each other anymore.


Well, I did see him a few more times. But never anything as wonderful as that sleepover. Although a few years later I got to have some fun with his little brother, but that's another story.

Author's Note: Well that's it. There might be more, but I'm not sure. If you liked it, if you hate it, if you're not just going to spam my email with penis enhancement ads (no need, thanks), please feel free to contact me.