Camp DJ:

The comments others here have made about meeting guys in church circles really hit home with me.  When I was a teen, I attended a Christian camp in Northern England called Ecclesia - for several years.  I was aware of my appreciation for the male bod from the age of 12.  By the time I was 16, I had figured out how to hunt for g0ys -- although at the time I had no idea that's "who" I was hunting.  I thought I was just "lucky" that other dudes were "so friendly".  What's obvious to me now is how close guys can get -- until someone suggests certain things might be "gay". 

Anyhow, I was 15 (almost 16) at the time, and a g0y in deeeep cover.  The camp was on a lake & co-ed, but there was a good degree of "Godly separation" of the sexes.  The 2nd week I was there that summer, there was this guy who showed up in the cabin below ours named "DJ".  DJ was almost my age, about 4 inches shorter & drop-dead handsome.  Every time he'd walk by, my heart would pound really hard at the sight of him.  He was majorly sexually mature for his age with a light dusting of black hair on his hott-bod & a pleasure trail that stood out on his otherwise baby-smooth skin.  He also had a great sense of humor & even mooned the bus full of arriving campers! "Click" goes my camera!

The 2nd day he was at camp, the guy got thrown off a horse & ended up going to the hospital.  I watched him go in disappointment -- thinking that he'd not be coming back.  Well, it turned out to be a minor fracture & he got a short-arm cast to protect his lower arm from impacts, but the guy did want to tough out the rest of the week at camp. 

Upon seeing him come back, I chummed up to him & played 20 questions about the "injury".  I played another 20 questions finding out about him.  Because he was injured, the Director decided that he'd have to sit out of most of the camp activities involving rough & tumble stuff.  However, I volunteered to take time with the guy so he could do the things he liked that were "safe" with only one arm to use.  As a result, we ended up fishing a lot (he had a ton of fishing gear).  I'd paddle the canoe out to a spot on the lake & he'd fish away.  I made sure to hang close to him & anticipate his needs.  The guy was no wuss & I was amazed at the stuff he wanted to do -- even with a cast on his arm. 

We ended up becoming great friends & even wrestled around some -- as much as a guy in a cast can.  It was a real turn on because he was easy to pin down & once I had him immobile, I'd slowly tickle him until he was purple-faced & insane with laughter.  Watching that head of his thrown back with an open maw gasping for breath as the veins on his big neck stuck out & his belly heaved in panicked spasms as laughter racked his hot bod was a sight I remember till this day.  By the 4th day of camp, most people thought we were brothers or something & we told people that we were cousins. 

On the 6th day, it was the night of the camp-out & DJ had a 2-man tent with him.  We (the entire guys part of the camp) ended up hiking a mountain trail up to an old abandoned water tower.  I carried most of our stuff & "ol one-arm" carried a duffel filled with odds & ends.  Getting there, we found a remote place to set the tent up in a slight depression among some thick juvenile pines. 

We did the campfire thing with the group & played those corny camp games that led to evening "devotions" -- after which we were supposed to hit the proverbial "sack".  I'd been waiting for that all day!  I wasn't sure at the time, but DJ & I had both washed up & put on fresh clothes, & Deodorant before leaving for this short hike.  Whether there was a message there, -- I'm not sure.  I know that I wanted to smell as good as I could when I finally was in the tent with the guy.  I also packed some skin lotion that I'd discovered was mostly glycerin -- which made it good for making a teen penis stand at attention & fire a teeth-clenching wad several feet.  Oh: It also made good skin lotion.

We got into the tent (finally) & DJ began to undress asking me to help him with "this" or "that".  I ended up stripped down to a pair of tight bikini briefs & he was wearing some loose underwear that was made of material so thin I almost swear it only had one side.  I could hardly believe that I was this close to the best looking dude I'd ever laid my eyes on.  I played it kool.  We both had LL-Bean sleeping bags & decided that the temperature drop predicted was a good excuse to zip them together as a single bag (Of course, I'd have single-handedly found a way to make it snow in order to arrive at that decision - had it been necessary).  We made small talk for a few hours (or it seemed) -- talking about home, school, God, etc.  DJ mentioned how he was going to hate leaving for home the next day.  He reminded me of the fun we'd had & how he was going to really miss it.

At the time, I had enough money in my account to stay for another month there, but I was falling for this guy -- hard, & couldn't imagine going a month without him around, so I told him that he was the greatest guy I'd ever had as a friend & offered to pay for him staying (2) more weeks.  His response of: "Are you serious?" followed by my "Yes." & his "Oh Yeah!" was one of the greatest conversations I recall from that summer!  DJ reached around me with his good arm to hug me & I just followed through with my own hug & within a few seconds, I had my arms & legs gently wrapped around him & he was on top of me -- crotch to crotch, pecs to pecs.  He groaned a little in contentment as my hug became a slow massage on his back, neck & glutes. 

I could feel my hardon spring to life & push hard against the lip of my briefs until it stuck out over the edge.  I hoped he didn't feel that.  That's when I felt his throb like living steel.  I asked him if he felt as "good" as I did - putting emphasis on the word "good".  He quietly responded "Yeah...".  I added that we should strip down so we didn't wreck our underwear.  He rolled off me & I pulled my briefs off freeing "willy".  I then gently slid his off.  In the dim light from the full moon through the green tent, I could make out a large 9" uncut cock on a 28 inch waist that tapered from a good sized, well muscled chest.  I don't think I'd ever seen anything that beautiful in my life.  Sports weight training had paid off for him...no doubt.

I found the lotion & put a big gob on my cock & balls making sure to spread it around & up to my abs.  DJ was breathing hard & there was no stopping what we had silently planned.  I helped roll him back up on top of me & with our arms around each other (his arm/cast under the pillow - supporting my neck), pec to pec & balls to balls, we slowly (almost imperceptibly) stroked our groins together in the slippery lotion & experienced the gradual intensity of a spunk-build-up in our loins until we gushered a jism-jetstream simultaneously on each other.  Just laying there, in a state between afterglow, apprehension & amour, -- wrapped up in each other, - we fell asleep; & an hour or so later woke up as our dicks mated again - waking us & taking us to friendship's climax.  We got off about 5 times that night & needed to wash the sleeping bags the next day!   I was in love so bad my heart pounded whenever I thought about the guy. 

DJ commented that he'd never had a friend as close as me, but expressed concern that some people might say what we had done was really bad if they found out.  I told him that I'd had the same thoughts, but it dawned on me that when it came right down to it, all we had done was jack each other off using our dicks instead of our hands.  DJ said he hadn't thought of that, & he also realized that all we had done was move some of what was inside our nutts to the outside of our bodies in "raw appreciation" of each other.  Besides, there had to be something wrong with an opinion that said that such a personal loving experience was a "horrible-sin".  Murder is a horrible sin.  Stealing from the needy is a horrible sin.  But, how could making another guy feel so good that his cock vomits luv sauce be compared with "sin" so "horrible". 

So that's how we rationalized it.  We used common sense, & reasoned that if we both enjoyed being with of the other -- then there was no reason not to get off with each other... other than prudery.  Shooting with DJ wasn't seen as "disgusting" in my eyes, -- just incredibly erotic & beautiful beyond words to see his nutts draw up close to his body & with a series of muscle stiffening contractions -- watch his young engorged & out of control penis empty its white, creamy man-load onto his muscled tummy & mingle with his dark pleasure trail.  As you might have guessed, DJ & I managed to camp out several times over the next few weeks -- on account of his arm prevented him from doing many of the regular activities.   

Man were we in luv with each other at the end of that camp session!  We made sure to get together for all the seasonal retreats.  During winter, we even built our own igloo & that night slept in it after sealing up the "door" with snow!  Keeping warm that night was not a problem!  The next summer, DJ came to camp the same week as his "girlfriend" did.  It really put a damper on our activities & I could tell that our time apart had taken a toll on him emotionally.  When we finally did get alone, he told me that we were still best friends, but he was really scared to have rumors of being "gay" ever get out - especially since he was into chicks too.  He told me about a kid at his school who was always being bothered because people said he was "gay" & into buttholes.  I told him that I had been having some of the same concerns -- not because I was ashamed of him nor did I want his butthole, - but because of how mean people could be & what gossip did -- especially that kind of gossip.  I didn't want that to ever be a source of hurt to him.

The last day -- the day of the overnight, we did end up together again in his tent, & as his male physique pumped out his arse-tightening load of man creme in sync with mine, - I told him that, no matter what, I'd always love him as much as two guys could have in a friendship -- considering the times were so complicated.  Face to face, we shed some mutual tears that night because we knew that society was so biased & that "nobody" could possibly understand such a close friendship.  It just didn't seem "gay" nor did it seem wrong.  We didn't know what it was other than some kind of guy love.  I hadn't read the account of David & Jonathan in the Bible with the "blinders off" yet.

Last time I saw DJ, he was married, with twin boys about 2 years old.  While his wife was out shopping, we just cuddled on the couch talking about old times as his kids crawled over us like we'd always been together.  It's a shame that some people can't understand that love has no boundaries. 

I recently e-mailed him a link to this site.  I know it will iron out some of the questions that must have bothered him over the years -- like it did for me.  If you know people who have similar accounts in their past ... send them here!

- Kurt