It was the 60`s and my mom informed my dad that she wouldn't be spending another summer with that (pointing to me), "Send him away to camp or something!" And so it was done, the first year at the Northern Minn. Camp was fairly uneventful, at least as far as sexuality goes. I cried for weeks before I went but my pleading was in vain. As in the past, when my parents set their "minds" to something it usually became so. The second year was another story altogether.
Two sessions
I figured that if my parents didn't want me around in the summer, I would ask them to sign me up for both sessions -- about eight weeks, if I remember correctly. Anyway, the kids in first session I wouldn't know from the previous year, because I attended second session that year. I was a very shy boy and I knew I would have the "old" struggle of making new friends again.
But at this camp, kids came from all over the country and so I had a lot of company in the painful ordeal of making new pals. I was in seventh grade at the time (eighth grade in the fall) and was very much the "adult" in the pubic area. Always when undressing I would receive lots of looks and the occasional comment, "What a dick you have!" or, "Shit man, what does that thing look like when you get a boner?"
Mind you I wasn't that big, just further along than most. However I soon noticed two other boys in my chalet that had the "right" stuff, Eddie and Amos. The rest of the boys would marvel at the three of us and try to guess who had the biggest boner. As awkward as this was for me, at least it was an "in" with the other boys. Well, I decided to play my hand one day and asked the other boys if anyone could jack off yet. This brought a huge round of giggles to all and then someone said, "You mean make sperm or something like that?" "Yeah, you know the white stuff?" "Yeah sure, like you could make that shit and make babies!" "Well, I guarantee I can do it, you asshole!" I said, acting tough. "No fucking way!" "All right then, how much will you give me?" I exploded, feeling confident I could cover the wager. "Ten bucks!" One kid hollered from the back. "You got that kind of dough?" I said, surprised to believe that much cash was in the room.
About this time Eddie, who was lying in shorts on the bed also volunteered to do "it". I have to admit I was fascinated because I'd never seen another boy actually shoot cum, like I could. Eddie was very freckled with wire type glasses, red hair, not always very vocal, but always in pretty good humor with a potentially explosive temper. I remember as a boy that my chief evaluation of other boys was whether or not I could "take" them in a fair fight, everything at the start of a friendship seem to revolve around that piece of information.
Eddie stripped off his shorts and grabbed his dick with his right hand. He began to pump on his dick violently. "How can you do it that way?" I said, as we all approached his bed. "That's the only way, everybody does it this way!" He gasped, as he halted his frenzied motion. "Do you get real stuff to come out?" I asked suspiciously. "Of course I do, ya prick!" He hissed through his teeth. "Ok, let's see ya do it now!" I exclaimed, glad to have the "pack" off my back.
Eddie was a real performer and didn't seem the least bit put off by us standing there, nor did he seem turned on by our presence, just purposeful. His fist was truly a blur and I thought how much that must hurt because I had such a different method, (I rubbed my dick on the inside of my thigh, back and forth with three fingers until I came. Not nearly as dramatic but very effective and swift none the less).
We were all pretty well caught up in the frenzy of Eddie's performance, watching for signs of anything to happen. We didn't have to wait long because Eddie let out a gasp, humped up in the air and the next thing we all knew, his entire fist was covered in sperm as he milked every last drop from his balls. "Shit, look at all that stuff running down his fingers!" "That couldn't be sperm, not that much!" "What the hell do you think it is, dumb ass?" "Shit I don't know, probably pee?" "Look you asshole, you ever see white pee?"
Well now, this comment brought the room to dead silence as the boys considered the alternatives. "There's no such thing as white pee, trust me!" Eddie said as he quickly pulled his shorts back on. Turning to me as an instant source of information, one boy asked, "You said you could do it, is that the same stuff you get out?" "Yeah, that's sperm alright!"
This seemed to please everyone around and my memory drifts off at this point, however I wasn't asked to perform that day. Amos considered doing it also, but bailed out for some reason. He definitely had the equipment and in my mind he could have met the challenge. Since I started all this, I was always eager to talk about masturbation with the other boys. I became the cabin expert on body sexual stuff.
But unfortunately my rein didn't last because in my efforts to be popular, I had made a fatal mistake. I had ignored some of the boys who first made friends with me in order to gain the friendship of the more popular, handsome boys. My initial friends turned against me like boys do and convinced the others that I was a traitor and a jerk. The "cool" set bought into that rhetoric and soon I was an outcast by all.
Well, almost all but Scott. Up until that point, I had to endure the endless banter about girls, sex with girls, what their pussy`s really looked, what "bases" the boys had scored so far, ad nauseam. It was at this point that I realized what was different about me. Sure, I went along with their girl banter to save face, but while they had crushes on girls I had crushes on them.
Scott
I had my eyes on Scott for the whole session, he was a California surfer kid with an incredible tan, turned up pug nose, gorgeous blue, piercing eyes, short blonde hair, flat stomach and a truly marvelous, perky bubble butt. He was the only kid to come to my defense while the rest of the boys were busy disowning me. Why I can't be sure, but he told the rest of the boys I was really cute. My heart melted and I was sure this had to be love. I took him in my arms and kissed him. Much to my surprise and with the jeering from the other boys, he kissed me back.
After that we had long sessions in my bed together where we would explore each other, inch by inch. I did the "broken egg" trick with him that David had taught me the year before (see my David-my first story). David as my luck would have it, was a regular at this particular camp session and ignored me basically because he was in another cabin and was loyal to those friends.
Anyway, Scott's flesh was like supreme, warm velvet and he groaned as I covered every inch with my fingertips. His dick unfortunately, was still a child's but he could produce a very tiny, hard on. Scott was only too happy to reciprocate and if I felt him for ten minutes, I could expect the same in return. The difference was that when he got to my dick, he had to deal with a huge throbbing man type erection and pre cum oozing out of my piss slit. Some of the other boys would egg us on because they wanted to see me cum. That was ok because when I held Scott in my arms, the rest of the world seemed to fade away.
One night in particular, we had just come back from a late evening swim (if anyone out there has ever swum in Minn. lakes in the summer, than you know how COLD they are). We had worn our wet trunks back to the cabin and even though we were now warm, the parts off our bodies that had been covered by our suits were still ice cold. I invited Scott into my bed and he leapt in with glee, laughing. We stripped off our suits and I positioned him on top of me, stroking his soft bubble butt. The contrast between his warm legs and his cold butt on my hands was too much I guess. I could feel my balls swell and the sperm started it's pinched journey up the shaft and exploded into thick, rope like spurts between our bodies. Scott giggled and was truly fascinated with the mess and of course the other boys around us had to see all with their flashlights. Everyone was giggling at this point and I guess that's what clued the counselors to come in the door to our chalet.
Trouble
Coming over to my bed, one of the counselors said, "What the hell are you two guys doing in the same bed?" "We got cold after the swim." I stammered. "We were playing mommy and daddy." Scott offered.
Jesus I thought, "Was that the best you could come up with?" We lay there wide-eyed fearing for our lives, wondering what would happen next. Gracefully, Scott got up and said he would put on his PJ`s and go back to bed. This was very fortuitous for me because the cum mess was somehow all on me and I was able to cover up. Then Roger, the head counselor said awkwardly, "Look, I can't have this "stuff" going on in my cabin. If you guys do this again, I'm going to tell the director (of the camp) and you'll be in real trouble!" We had no doubt that he meant it and the threat was enough for us to "cool" our activities.
Second session
At this point, I thought of the first session as pretty much a wash, even though Scott and I parted promising to write each other. I was always oblivious to the gossip behind my back when it was about me, I guess I had developed that thickness from first grade on. I'm not saying it didn't hurt, just that I was able to tune it out somehow. The camp was ringing with the rumors of what had happened in the cabin that night and as I waved goodbye to the buses from first session boys leaving the camp, lots of snickers and pointing were directed my way. Honestly, I could only think about the new boys coming in just five days, with the hope that there would be some familiar faces back from the year before.
Time seemed to fly by and I got word that the buses were coming. Big shot that I was for being a "double" session boy, I swaggered to the camp bus depot. Within an hour I could see that my cabin was almost completely made up of return boys that I already knew. Some how this gave me a strange new sexual confidence to try and start up "things'' again in the cabin, this time being really careful not to get caught by counselors.
We did the obligatory dick comparison a few days after everyone got adjusted and this time I came out on top against the whole downstairs mob of boys. I couldn't be happier, instant respect because of my dick size! This gave me the courage to walk around swinging my dick to impress and hopefully pick up some boys to experiment with.
This time I had lots to chose from and I wasn't going to be a snob like last session and have all the boys turn on me again. There was one very handsome boy named Purdy and when he was called that he'd stop, spit in his hand, smile and pretend to slick his hair back. This tickled me to no end and I chased after him shamelessly.
The jack off session
We would have our experimental sessions when everybody was sure that the counselors were out of the cabin and their where about was known to all. One day I think it had rained and we were landlocked in the cabin with no counselors (our counselors did everything in their power to get across the lake to the girls' camp and see the female counselors). The subject of masturbation was brought up along with my name. A boy named Jeff who was very popular not because of his looks, but because he was a gutsy little bastard complete with a Texas accent and the curse words to match, spoke up. "So, I hear ya'll can jack off?" Directing his comment at me. "Sure I can" "I want to see ya do it" "Look its pretty embarrassing in front of a crowd" I said. "Come on, we won't make fun, and we'll even help ya!" "How are so going to do that?"
Well at this point all the boys around started grabbing and kissing me and I felt like I was king again. So I sat down on someone`s bed and pulled off my shorts and underwear. The boys at this point started to feel and stroke my penis tentatively. Lots of giggling went all around as my dick twitched with their light touches, at which point Jeff became serious and reminded me of the original dare. The room fell silent and I wondered how the hell I got myself into these situations. Even though it was just the circumstance, four or five boys had their hand all over me in an awkward but effective way of cheering me on. Jeff unlike ever before, became the sweetest of all kneeling between my legs and encouraging me on. "C'mon Kev, I know you can do it." Cooed Jeff. "I've got to have quiet, or I can't concentrate!" I said, starting to rub my dick on my inner thigh. "Shut up ya`ll!" Jeff blurted to the boys. "I think its about to come out now!" I gasped as I picked up the pace and felt the warm intensity of the room. Four or five spurts came out my piss slit, as I rocked my hips up in the air and then I went flush all over my body involuntarily. "That's not sperm that's piss!" Jeff shouted. "No its not!" I gasped. "Look, I read in a book where its suppose to be white!' "Look shit head, just watch!" I said recovering somewhat.
And with that I ran my finger over the warm slime on my leg and it turned white, as it was trying to dry. "Gawd damn boy, that really is sperm!" "How did you do that?" "You saw how I did it, do you think I faked it somehow?" "Naw, I believe ya now!"
Jeff's word was enough for all and amiss the clapping and cheering I felt pretty damn good. Purdy seemed to be very concerned with the prickly heat I still had on my chest. "Are you ok?" Purdy asked. "Yeah, just a little tired." "Come over here and get back in your own bed." He commanded. "What are you doing?" I said, puzzled by his attention. "I'm going to take care of you." He cooed.
With genuine affection he put me to bed and surprised me by getting into to it with me. We kissed for a long time, both of us afraid to French kiss and his hands stroked all parts of my body coming to rest on the shaft of my dick. He marveled at the boner I was getting and closed his eyes rubbing the shaft of my dick against his checks, stopping only to kiss it with his hot lips. I was in heaven since I was usually the initiator; this was a pleasant switch! What seemed like an eternity passed and we got word that one of the counselors was coming back to the cabin. Purdy leapt out of my bed and assured me that he would come back anytime I wanted him. Shit, I thought I was dreaming all this!
One night, I had Purdy in my bed and things were just starting to get interesting when the light in the chalet room came on. Once our eyes adjusted I could see it was two of our counselors. "Come with me!" Roger said, jerking me out of the bed. "You go back to your bed" Roger said, pointing to Purdy. "Put on some pajamas, right now!" "Ok, ok I've got to find them first" "Hurry up you little pervert, I warned you!' "Hey look at all the white stains on the front of those PJ`s!" The other counselor exclaimed, pointing at me. "Its just toothpaste," I stammered. "Yeah sure it is, we all know what it really is!" Roger insisted.
I was hauled arm in arm into the counselor's part of the cabin and told I would be punished. I was made to sit on the pointed edge of a collapsible shovel for as long as I could endure it. Crying I went back to my cabin bed. I was humiliated but somewhat relieved that I had finished my punishment and that I could sleep.
Director
The next day everything seemed to be ok and I went on with my usual outdoor activities after answering questions from the boys about my punishment. I had become a hero of sorts because nobody had been able to sit "the shovel" before as long as I had that night. One of the boys that helped work in the office, came up to me outside with a note. Shoving it in my hand, he headed off and catching him I asked who it was from. He said it was from the Director. That was the longest walk of my life to the office and thoughts of my parents being called and of the shovel punishment danced in my head. My heart sank and I thought my life was over at that point.
The Director looked exactly like Teddy Roosevelt and was always in good cheer. We boys respected him and he was master of ceremonies many times in the lodge for stories and such. He seemed to be totally suited for his job and had a great sense of humor, always wearing jungle type shorts and a bush hat with wire rimmed glasses attached to his nose. He said he wanted to talk to me and we headed out the door. "Well so Kevin, how do you like camp so far?" "Great." "Do you like the activities?" "Yes" "Which one is your favorite?" He said, directing us toward the woods. "Oh I guess sailing is." "Great!" "'You know, when I was a little boy we had a name for this thing, "pecker" we called it. Do you know what I'm talking about?" He said firmly. "No." I lied "The thing between your legs." "Ok yeah, we call that a "dick" mostly." I mumbled, trying not to offend him. "Ok then you know what I mean. Here's a clearing, sit down there." He pointed to a clear spot on the ground among the birch trees. "You know some boys are further along than others and feel these urges to do things that the others can't yet, do you know what I mean?" "You mean jacking off and stuff like that?" I stammered. "Yes if that's what you boys call it today." "Pull your pants down to your knees and then your underpants the same. Your counselors say you are doing that and I think you're too young yet."
Happy to oblige and maybe to lessen my punishment, I pushed my pants and underwear down to my knees. "Ok, now lay back on your elbows." He commanded. "My, you do have a hairy one!" "How big does it get?" He said reaching for the soft shaft and kneading it with his fingers. "Oh I don't know, pretty big." "Well I bet it does at that." He said, staring wistfully. "Go ahead and pull your pants back up." He said letting go, with obvious disappointment in his voice after waiting for the hard on that never happened.
I was surprised that I didn't get an erection but it had felt more like a medical exam than anything else. We sat there a minute in silence and finally he said, "Look you are further along than the rest of the boys in the cabin and you're going to have to be a leader. I can't have the counselors coming to me complaining that a boy is having other boys in his bed. Do you understand?"
I nodded, holding back the tears because I was made to feel bad about something that felt right to do. I was also very confused about the walk in the woods scene with the director.
Terrified of being caught again and the possibility of another "walk" with the Director, I cooled my sexual sessions with the other boys. They knew I had been sent to the Director and they seemed to understand the change that came over me. I finished the rest of the session without event and when I got home I soon realized that my parents knew nothing of my troubles at camp.