I've written this story about my summer vacation. I hope I'll be able to write more.
CJ83@hotmail.com
I am so dumb! I do stupid shit all the time and get into trouble all the time. Like one time I decided to cut school, but I didn't want Mom to find out. So I got on the bus and instead of staying on until it reached the junior high, I got off at the high school and hiked into the hills.
I spent the day wandering around, bored to tears. When it was time to head home, I had no idea where the heck I was. I got directions from some old lady in a cabin and it took me another three hours to get home. By that time dinner was over, the police had been called, I was dirty and smelly and wicked tired. I guess my problem is that I don't plan things out enough. I really shoulda had friends come with me and we shoulda had a place to go. So, instead of a day off from school, I ended up wicked worn out and bored to death.
Maybe I should tell ya about myself. My name's C.J. I live in a little town in New Hampshire. There's nothing to do here at all. There's mountains and lakes and rivers and shit. That's okay in the summer, but when school starts there's nothing to do. I'm going into the eighth grade and I hate school. We've got this grouping shit going. I am in the red group which means all my classes are with the other people in the red group. Most of my friends are in the blue group so I don't get to see them much in school. School's boring and I hate my math teacher. Some of the other teachers are okay, but they try to force me to act like all the other kids. I like being what I am. I like to dress like a gangsta; my pants are wicked big and low on my hips and I wear my boxers up high. The principal complains about the way I dress, but I just tell her, "my pants are sweeping the floor for you, so stop complaining."
Oh yeah, maybe I should also tell ya that I think I'm different than the other guys. I'm not gay or anything. Shit, the gay guys I see on television and in the movies are into girl stuff and I'm not. I like sports, playing football, lifting weights and all that. So I can't be gay. But I'm not like my friends, either. A lot of them have girlfriends and talk about getting laid and all that, but that's not something I like to think about. I think about guys instead. Sometimes, I lay in bed at night thinking about the locker room at school.
We've got this recreation center in my town with a weight room, a sauna, and a big indoor swimming pool. It's a cool place to hang out. I usually do some weights upstairs and maybe play some hoop with my friends in the gym. Oh yeah, and I like swimming in the pool in the winter when I can see the snow coming down outside, but be nice and warm and in my swimsuit indoors. I usually go into the sauna after swimming to dry off. There are always lots of guys in there, sitting naked, and I get naked too. I mean, I don't bone up or anything, but I like looking at the guys. I like it how their balls get all saggy and the sweat drips down their bodies and onto their pubes. I don't stare or anything; I don't want them to think I'm gay. I'm not supposed to be in the sauna at all. Only guys over sixteen can use it. I'm thirteen, don't have a big dick and only have thirty of forty hairs down there, so nobody ever believes I'm sixteen. I've been chased out a few times, but most of the guys don't mind me sittin' around with them.
Like I said, I'm really dumb. I've got this friend named Mark. He's in the blue group so we don't do much during school. But in the summer we're together a lot. We hike in the mountians and sometimes camp out. We go to the arcade, but that costs money so we usually play Sega at my house. Mark's younger than me but a lot bigger, mostly muscle. I don't understand it; he doesn't do weights or anything like I do. You should see him hit people in football. Sometimes when he's carrying the ball people try to tackle him and they bounce right off and end up on their asses. Mark's got really blonde hair almost white, which is buzzed for the summer.
Anyway, Mark and I decided to go camping for a few days a few weeks ago. He's got all this awesome lightweight camping gear. I don't have shit, not even a sleeping bag so when we decided to camp, we had to use his stuff. Of course, he only had one sleeping bag so I had to roll up a blanket for me to use.
We set out from my house and climbed up into the hills. We decided to go where we wouldn't be near any houses or anything. It took us three hours to get to the spot where we were gonna set up camp. It was a flat, grassy place surrounded by large pines. A large brook, almost a river, ran along the grassy area. We had been here lots of times before and the last time we piled up rocks and shit to make a kinda dam so we would have a place to swim. It had rained a few days before so our private swimming hole was larger and deeper than it had been the last time.
We set up the camp, putting the small two man lightweight tent up under the pines. There was lots of needles on the ground and it would make a great place to sleep. We built a fire ring out in the open and dragged some fallen logs over so we would have a place to sit. Finally we wandered through the woods gathering lots of wood. We wanted to have enough firewood to keep the fire going for two nights.
It was hot work; the temperature was almost ninety so we were glad when we had finished. Mark said we should swim and I was ready to do that. Now, Mark and I had been naked together a hundred times. None of my friends are shy about it like some of the guys in school. Like Neil. He's a scrawny little kid, smaller than me and we all hate him. He thinks he's smart and he's always sucking up to the teachers and telling on us. In the locker room when we have to change, he always takes a locker in the corner and tries to hide behind the door of the locker when he takes his clothes off. On hot days all of us take showers to cool off before going to lunch, but not Neil. He'll hide behind the locker door and not come out until he's got his pants and shirt on.
We rag on him about it sometimes, but he always goes and whines to the coach so we leave him alone. But usually when we get naked to shower, we wiggle our hips and parade around and flop our dicks just knowing it'll piss him off. But we know that he can't rat on us. What's he gonna say? "Coach! They're teasing me by going around naked before they take their showers." Like we're gonna take showers with our clothes on.
Anyway, like I said, Mark and I weren't shy about being naked. Fuck, I liked getting naked with him. His body was so built. Even his muscles had muscles. And talk about hairy! He had more hair on his dick than most of the guys in the sauna. Sometimes I'll look out the corner of my eye at him because I don't want him to think I'm gay or something. His pubes are a little darker than the hair on his head and his dick is much bigger than mine. It's gotta be five inches long! And he's got these veins that kinda stick outta the side. All us guys are cut and the head of his dick is a little bit redder than the rest of it. He's got this awesome tan, not real dark or bronze or anything. It's like a real beige color which looks awesome when he's naked 'cuz he's all white around the middle where he wears his shorts.
I'm not much like him. My dick is half his size and like I said, I hardly have any hair down there, although my balls are almost as big as his. My hair is buzzed, and I am blonde, but not as light as his. I work out a lot but my muscles still look like a kid's. Mark doesn't make fun of me, though. There's lots of kids in our class who are even less developed and we never make fun of them. Except for Neil, but he's an asshole.
So, like I said, we decided to go swimming after we set up the camp site. Since the weather was so hot, we spent lots of time in the water. It was up to our shoulders so we could really swim and go underwater and swim a ways and then pop up somewhere else. We took turns swimming under each other's legs and I swear I could feel Mark's big dick each time I went under him. I know that he felt mine because it made me tingle each time he touched it. But I didn't pop a woody.
After we got tired out, we laid out on the grass in the sun drying off. We talked about lots of stuff and made fun of Neil. Out of the corner of my eyes, I took peeks at Mark's dick. It was real soft and lay on his hip. Little drops of water, caught in his pubic hair, sparkled in the sunlight. As we dried and got warmer, I noticed his balls begin to move up and down and soon the sack loosened and they sagged between his legs.
Pretty soon, though, the sun went behind the trees and the shadows covered us. We got dressed then, 'cuz it was pretty late and made dinner. We built a large fire and let it burn down so there were lots of hot coals. We wrapped corn on the cob in foil and put them in the coals. After a while we stuck some hot dogs on some sticks and cooked them. I only dropped two into the fire.
We didn't do that much more that night. We played cards by the fire. Mark had this neat flashlight that he wore on his head like a miner so we could see better. Finally he said,"I'm starting to get tired. Let's make this game more interesting. We'll play strip poker and when we're finally naked it will be time to go to sleep."
I liked the idea, seeing as I liked being naked with him. So we played a few hands and we were pretty even. Finally I was down to my boxers and lost the last hand so I had to get naked. It didn't bother me at all. Then Mark got naked and we took a piss and went into the tent. He got into his sleeping bag and I rolled up into my blankets. He was a pretty good friend. He didn't make fun of me at all.
I guess we had been more tired than I thought because it was after nine in the morning before we woke up. We made breakfast, oatmeal, and after cleaning up the stuff, took a swim. It was almost noon by the time we had gotten out and dried.
"You know, we haven't even bothered to put on any clothes today," said Mark. "We've been naked for fourteen hours. I think I am gonna see if I can go the rest of the trip without putting on clothes."
I liked that idea! So we made a deal that neither of us would put on anything until we had to. That afternoon we decided to go exploring bare-assed. We put some food and stuff and our shorts in case somebody came along into a day pack and set off through the woods, wearing only our sneakers. It was so awesome going like that all natural and free. I can't explain how it made me feel. Sometimes Mark would lead the way and I would see the round muscles on his butt working to move his body up the mountainside. And I would see his balls swingin free between his legs. Sometimes I would lead the way and look back at my friend and watch his dick and balls swing back and forth with each step.
Pretty soon we reached a rocky outcropping on the side of the hill and we climbed up on top of it. The hillside sloped a whole lot so standing on top of the rock we could see the whole valley below us and mountains in the distance. We could see little toy cars on the highway and tiny people walking around their yards. It was so cool to think that if they bothered to look up, they would see two naked guys standing on the rock. Maybe they woulda needed binoculars or something to see anything, but it was still neat to know that we were naked in front of a whole town of people. It's so hard to describe the feeling!
After looking at the map that showed the mountains and hills, we continued up, trying to find the clear spot on the top. Mark kept looking at his compass and the map and finally after what seemed like hours, we came out from the woods all hot and sweaty. We were really careful going up 'cuz sometimes people would come up here on the trail from the high school. We were lucky, though, and nobody was around. So we made ourselves at home on the boulders at the summit. The air was much cooler and a breeze dried the sweat off our bodies. We took off our shoes to let our feet cool off, too.
"I love being naked like this," I said as we relaxed.
"Yeah," replied Mark. "It makes me want to bone up. You ever beat off outside before?"
I was embarassed by the question. Nobody talked about this stuff. Everybody talked about getting laid and all, but anybody who beat off had to be gay or something. Yeah, I had popped wood lots of times at home and had played with it, but I tried not too. I'm not gay or anything.
"No!" I said.
"Come on. It's not like you have never done it before. I read in a book that everybody does it. It's just that guys want to impress us and pretend they're getting laid by their girlfriends."
I looked over at Mark and saw that his hand had moved down to his dick and he was rubbing his palm against it. It looked a little bigger than before and its head was certainly redder than before.
"We're both guys here. And besides, I haven't done it in since yesterday morning. I'm gonna fuckin' burst if I don't do it now," he said.
As I watched, he wrapped his right hand around his dick and began to rub it slowly up and down. He cock began to seriously grow now. I looked up into his face and saw that his head was thrown back and his eyes were shut tight. His left hand came down and began stroking his balls. He moved it down between them and his asshole and moved it up again while his balls moved this way and that as he grabbed them.
For some reason my dick had come to attention all by itself and so I moved my hand down and began to stroke it. Where Mark was using his whole fist to stroke his, I only needed three fingers. The feeling was incredible, though. I had never felt so horny in my life.
I heard Mark breathing faster and he would make these little gasping noises. I watched his hand speed up as he pumped and pumped, going from the base among his golden hairs all the way up to the red tip. And then back down again. He seemed to go faster and faster. I tried to match his actions, speeding up my stroking as well.
I looked up into his face again, now glistening with sweat. I was really embarassed to see that he was looking at me, just a few feet away, as we were matching stokes. God, I hoped he hadn't noticed me looking at his dick. I didn't want him to think I was gay or anything. But I really didn't care that much at the time. I was so fucking hot, beating my meat and watching him do the same to his. I had never felt like this in my whole life. Suddenly, I felt something take over my dick and from deep behind my balls the most incredible feeling came over me. Every muscle in my body strained as I shot a small drop of clear liquid onto my stomach between my belly button and the few pubes I had. I collapsed almost at once, out of breath from the work and the excitement.
As I watched my friend, I saw his body jerk as his muscles tightened suddenly. His toes curled almost to the soles of his feet. I could hear him gasping for air. Suddenly a shot of white burst from the reddened dick head and shot halfway up his body. Then a second and a third. Puddles of white seemed to coat his body from his tanned pecs down to the golden bush. He relaxed and eventually his breathing became normal again. Fuck, I had never seen anything like it.
I think we were both embarassed about what had happened. I know I was. We grabbed moss from the cracks in the boulders and cleaned off our bodies. We didn't say much until we were clean again.
"Fuck, that was a good one!" said Mark. "I'm glad we did that. I woulda hated to have gone without it. I wouldn't want to have a wet dream in my new sleeping bag."
I was still worried that what we had done would make us gay so I didn't say much.
After we had cooled off, Mark checked the map and set a course for us. It didn't take too long for us to find our camp site again. We swam until the sun went behind the trees and then made dinner. We talked and played cards until we were both tired enough go to sleep. Since we were both bare-assed, we didn't play strip poker. We talked about playing clothed poker where we had to put on clothes, but since we had both vowed to stay naked, we decided it wasn't a good idea. Neither of us talked about what had happened on the mountain top in the afternoon. I know I was too embarassed about it to bring it up again.
We both fell asleep pretty quick that last night in the woods together. I woke up early the next morning. It was barely light out and inside the tent I could just make out my surroundings. I'm not sure what woke me up, but I was fucking horny. My dick was hard as a rock as usual. I thought about doing something with it, but I really hated the embarassed feeling I felt the day before so I left it alone.
I kinda drifted in and out of sleep I guess, because I didn't realize that Mark had rolled over close to me. I looked down and saw his hand resting on my belly, just above my pubes. I wasn't sure if he meant to be there so I pretended to be asleep to see what would happen. After a few minutes his hand moved down towards my boner which was now straining to be touched. I couldn't see Mark's face because his head was below mine. All I could see was his white hair on the back of his head.
His hand continued down and finally came into contact with the hairs to the right of my dick. He played with those a little bit and then lifted his hand up. I figured that he was done. Then I felt his light touch on the underside of my dick as he moved his fingers up and down the short shaft. He tickled the spot near my purple dick head and I shivered as I started to feel that same feeling as I had before. I'm not gay, but I wanted this to go on forever!
I couldn't see much of what was happening because his head kind of blocked my view. When I heard his body moving inside his sleeping bag I figured he had finished doing whatever he wanted to me but I was shocked when I felt the rough, but warm wetness of his tongue lick the tip of my dick. I saw his head start to turn towards me and I quickly shut my eyes, hoping he hadn't noticed I was watching him. I kept my eyes shut and then I felt his whole mouth wrap itself around my dick!
God, how disgusting! I piss through that thing and he wanted to suck it! Was he fucking gay or something? I had had enough of this! Pretending to still be asleep, I mumbled some stuff and turned over onto my side away from him. I pulled my blankets up to cover myself, hoping he would leave me alone.
Pretty soon I heard him get out of his sleeping bag and then I heard the tent flap being unzipped. Then I heard a large stream of piss as he relieved himself on a nearby tree. Finally I heard the splash of water and I knew he was swimming. I was really glad that I didn't have to face that anymore.
About a half hour later I came out of the tent and found Mark building the fire. I didn't say anything to him as I pissed into the woods. After I finished shaking the last drops, I walked over to the fire ring to help him.
"How'd you sleep?" he asked.
"Like a rock," I said. "I don't rmember anything since that last game of poker last night."
He sighed and it looked like he was very relieved.
We swam a bit and then cleaned up the camp site. I didn't say much to Mark as we worked. I was still too much in shock about what happened. I wasn't sure I even wanted him as a friend anymore. Beating off together was one thing, but what he was doing was gay and I didn't like that one bit. It was so fucking disgusting!
We began the long walk home, still not bothering to put on clothes. I admit it, I still enjoyed watching Mark's naked body as we made our way. Finally we began to hear the shouting of kids playing in their yards and we agreed that we needed to put on our clothes again. We had been naked together for over 36 hours!
We didn't say much as we unpacked my stuff from Mark's pack at my house. Soon he was gone and I went to my room to think about what had happened. Taking a shower, I found my dick starting to grow as I thought about that morning. I quickly began to think of other things. After all, what he had done was disgusting.
I was away visiting a friend the next night when Mark called. My mother told him she would have me call back. I didn't return his call. The same thing happened a couple of days later. I didn't want to chance a repeat of that incident.
The funny thing is, when I am falling asleep at night, my mind keeps replaying what happened and I get hard. Then in the morning when I wake up, I find my thoughts drifting that way, too. At first I felt guilty about having those kinds of thoughts. But as the weeks have gone by, I find that I am more and more turned on by the thought.
Two days ago, after an intense wack off session in the morning, I made up my mind that I wanted it to happen again so I called Mark to invite him over. His mother told me that he was away visiting his Uncle in Maine and would be back in time for school to start. School starts tomorrow and I guess I am kinda looking forward to it. Yeah, Mark's in the blue group and I am in the red, but we'll see each other at gym. After school, who knows what'll happen. And the weather is still warm. Maybe we can take another camping trip during the Labor Day weekend.
Okay. I guess that makes me gay, wanting to do things like that with Mark. And it doesn't seem that disgusting to me. Maybe I'll grow out of it, but I really don't wanna. I'm not gonna start liking girl things, but I really do like what I have been feeling.
God, I'm really dumb! I think I was gay all along and really didn't want to admit it. I think the dumbest thing I did was to ignore Mark after that morning. I hope he wants to try again. I'm not sure if I can admit to him that I was awake. I don't know how to talk about stuff like that. But, I'm gonna try to make sure that we're in the same position again sometime. This time I'll let him know that I'm awake.
CJ83@hotmail.com