Date: Mon, 31 May 1999 15:06:06 EDT
From: Whoaboy123@aol.com
Subject: Eighth Grade Summer

Eighth Grade Summer
by Michael Jacks

This story is relatively true. It doesn't have lots of hot sex in it. It is a 
recollection. It does concern boys and their sexual encounters with other 
boys. If you shouldn't read it -- DON'T!

This was a great camp. In the middle of the woods of Wisconsin with a mile 
long lake for boating and swimming and lots of room for hiking and activities 
of every kind. I would go to this camp for 7 straight summers and these times 
were some of the best times of my life. I was patrol leader that year and my 
closest friend, Jeff, was my APL and tent mate. He was about 5'6", curly red 
hair and freckles all over his lean, muscley body. He had a great smile and 
was really fun to be with. At 13, I was just a few months older than he was. 
We had had several sexual encounters that we were always eager to repeat. We 
did it at summer camp, on weekend camp outs, sleeping over in my room or out 
in my back yard in a tent. I don't recall ever sleeping over at Jeff's house. 

I also don't recall when the first time got started, it was earlier in that 
8th grade year. But I do know how almost all of our sessions began, after 
that first time. We would play the world game. We would take our shirts off 
and trace the letters of a word on each others back, hoping that the other 
wouldn't guess the word. One time I think he turned around and I traced the 
letters on his chest instead of his back. My fingers traveled over his chest 
and stomach and I tickled his belly button. As we were facing each other he 
tickled my chest and belly and we ended up naked, and beating off. In the 
future we ended up wrapping our hands around each other's rock hard penises. 
I remember seeing Jeff's cock for the first time and my eyes bulging out at 
it's size. I know now that it wasn't more than about 5 1/2 inches at the time 
but it looked huge to my young, inexperienced eyes. Then we compared dicks 
and mine was even a little larger. His cock was ringed with bright red hair, 
just like the hair on his head and I had about 6 inches of dick with dark 
brown pubes. Every time we were together we would end up stroking each other 
to climax and watch our dicks spew forth their loads of cum and giggle like 
little boys.

Back to camp -- we had just finished the waterfront activities for the day 
and returned to camp for lunch. Jeff and I were in our suits and were 
lounging around in our tent. We looked at each other and our hands reached 
out to touch penises that were enlarging under our tank suits. The bulges got 
to be too much and we ripped each other's suits off and stood there under the 
ridge of our tent stroking each other feverishly. Two teen hands and minds 
with one thought -- CUM! We looked at each other, deeply, in the eyes, smiled 
and began shooting, our cum spewing onto the floor and our knees growing 
weak. We sank to one of the cots and sat there holding each other's dripping 
penises. Jeff moved back to his cot and laid down, naked and soft. I looked 
at him for a while as he drifted off to sleep. I put my shorts on and went 
out of the tent.

I do not know if, at that time, I was conscious of "liking" boys. I just knew 
that Jeff and I were best friends and we liked to play with each other's 
penises. I liked seeing boys naked, but so did all of my friends, if shower 
room and locker room talk was to be taken at face value. I never kissed Jeff 
or fucked him. He never did it to me either. We always masturbated each other 
like it was the most natural thing in the world. No shame -- no guilt. I do 
remember, later, when he slept out in my back yard, I experimented with 
sucking and licking his hard cock, but never to climax. I liked the way he 
tasted in my mouth. I like the smell and I sucked happily for many months, 
though he never returned the favor, and we always ended up beating each other 
off. We had sex at least once each week of our lives, and sometimes more. On 
camp outs, we had two nights to be together, we would beat often, sometimes 
twice a night. 

Back to camp  again -- As I went out of the tent I walked around the camp 
looking for and listening to see if any of the other boys were back. I heard 
laughter from one tent and went over and knocked on the upright pole. I heard 
a `come in' and I entered Steve's and Bob's tent. As my eyes grew accustomed 
to the darkness I saw that they, too were naked, lying on their own cots. 
They were both gorgeous! (I think this might be the moment where I realized 
that I was gay) I don't remember what we talked about but I do remember their 
bodies. I don't know if, to this day, they ever did anything sexual, but I 
think they might have. 

Later, on another overnight, I had just beaten off with Jeff. Steve came over 
and asked me to come over to his tent. He and John and Bruce were having a 
beat-off contest. So I think back on it and yes, Steve and Bob were probably 
sexually involved. Steve and I humped each other in our underwear, in front 
of the others, simulating boy-girl sex, but it never went any farther, except 
that we all beat off that night, in our own sleeping bags, and I didn't get 
to see any dick, although I wanted to, especially Steve's. 

Back to camp again. Steve and Bob were naked in their tent. We talked and I 
stared. I never did get the signal to join them, or even get naked. But maybe 
I was too naive to see the signal. As I look back on it they were both 
playing with their flaccid penises as I stood and sat there talking to them. 
It was just as natural as anything. I regret that I never did anything sexual 
with either one of them. Bob was really hot! He was shorter and hugely built. 
(Later on he would be the star of our High School Gymnastics team, what a bod 
and what a talent) He had been taking Gymnastics since he was 10 and his bod, 
even at 13, showed it. Huge arm muscles and a tight stomach. Handsome face, 
nicely developing pecs and lats. And what knocked me over was that his soft 
cock was as big and hairy as mine was. And he was playing with it in front of 
me! Why didn't I get the signal?!?!?! Steve was also very handsome. His frame 
was lean, not skinny, and he was fairly wiry. I had always wanted to strike 
up a friendship with him but never had the opportunity (or courage, maybe out 
of fear of rejection) to do so. I regret that. We could have been great 
friends, sex or no sex. His body was striking, also. He was about Bob's 
height, a little taller, and completely hairless. Lithe and lean, but his 
muscles were tight and strong, if small.  His penis was so cute. It was about 
5 inches long and hard as he manipulated it. Why didn't I strip and beat off 
with them?!?!? I don't remember what all happened (nothing sexual, or I would 
remember) but I left the tent while they were still naked and stroking. I 
went back to my tent and laid down on my cot. No one ever mentioned that 
experience -- neither Bob or Steve or myself. They were gorgeous. 

Sorry there was no real hot sex in this one. It was more for a therapy for 
myself. I miss Jeff to this day, some 30 years later. He moved away in 10th 
grade and I was empty for a while. I got to be an associate with Steve 
through out Junior High and High School but we never became close. And I 
joined the Gymnastics team in my Freshman year, and again all I did was 
associate with Bob. I should have pursued more contact. I know that some of 
the guys on that team had sex with each other as well as with girls. The 
parties were frequent, but I never attended. 

I never had sexual relations with any other boy in my adolescence. I never 
got that close to a girl either. I think, now, looking back, that I was too 
naive to know what I felt and who I felt it for. I enjoyed having 
girlfriends, and dated frequently, but never got anywhere sexually. I didn't 
even return to boy-boy sex, except for solo masturbation (my constant 
companion) until I was a sophomore in College. I also miss not being closer 
with Bob and especially Steve. He tried to hook up with me at 19 but I guess 
I didn't get the message again. So Steve, Bob and especially Jeff -- I miss 
you and I wonder what you are doing and If you are well and happy. I hope so.

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