I was almost 15 when I witnessed the most amazing thing. I was at a summer camp. The campers were divided up 8-10 in number, by age - & each group had their own cabin in the woods. The place was safe, but secluded and at night, the wind & the wild animals made some of the most "interesting noises". Was the place "haunted"? By the time I was 15, I was sure of it. And here's my story:
I was part of a group of 8 guys who were sharing a cabin at this camp. It was the 3rd or 4th day of camp & we'd all gotten to know the other campers. Because we were the "teen" group, it wasn't unusual for us to be left alone for an hour or so after lights out (it was a religious camp). Well, it was one of those nights. We were all in bed (bunks -- I was on a bottom) and the lights were out. I don't recall how the conversation swung that way, but it turned to ghosts & "ghost stories". One of the campers told a story called "The Dripping" which had a pretty lame ending -- in my book. However, at the end of telling it, 3 of the campers abandoned their top bunks & climbed into bed with the camper below them. Ricky climbed in with me. He was 15 & all handsome, hunky; -- And now he was in my sleeping bag in only his underwear - with me!
I looked around. WHAT A BUNCH OF WUSSES (I thought to myself). But, I wasn't gonna kick Ricky out of my bed or risk embarrassing him. Nope ... Rick was all freaked out with his imagination running away with him & being in the "country" for the 1st time. Ricky had his arm around my back & I had mine around his (but my hugging him had nothing to do with needing a 'hug of reassurance').
I didn't want Ricky to get brave & leave, so I egged
them on by suggesting that I could hear someone sneaking around outside the
cabin. It got so quiet you could hear a pin drop & every little creak of
the trees moving in the slight breeze was totally freaking the "WUSSES" out.
Ricky felt like static cling & I was lov'n it. Like good staging (but
totally by coincidence), out counselor was heading back to the cabin through
the woods & soon everyone could hear the footsteps in the dark. Now he's
coming up the path; now he's coming up the steps; now he's coming through the
door. The click of the light switch had to be the loudest noise ever
heard in the cabin as about 7 screams filled the night (not me). A warm
hunky dude all wrapped around me in need of some tenderness had my hormone's
attention (of course, nobody knew this but me).
No one could see my arm
across his back inside my sleeping bag -- rubb'n on him like you would an
animal to calm it down.
"What's going on here?" was the counselor's question seeing the 3 top bunks empty & 3 pairs of heads sharing bottom bunks. Someone said "ghost" and another said something about "someone creeping around outside" & the counselor saw a bunch of young guys whose imagination had gotten away with them. "Alright, everyone back in your own beds.", was the decree.
Six - "Noooooo!"'s filled the air. Yeah, one was my "No". Although for different reasons. Our counselor was pretty easy going & it was late so he just shook his head & said "Whatever". He killed to light & got into his own bed as everyone listened to the evil noises of the night outside the cabin...except me!
I
listened to Ricky's slow breathing & felt all the little goose pimples raise
on his skin as I slow massaged him quietly. With my hands, I was able to
apply pressure to Ricky whenever I wanted him to change his position & he'd
slide into it. I got him onto his back & used my fingertips to raise
whole crops of goose pimples along his legs, neck & tummy.
My dick was bent at an angle inside my shorts with
the lip of them keeping it to one side. I just wanted to lay on top of
the dude & feel him under me but I didn't know how to make the move which is
when Ricky reached over & began to slowly stroke my ribs with both hands --
moving them around me. He also spread his knees some as he gently pulled me in
close. I found myself face down on top of him as he nudged my knees over his right
leg so that my they came to rest on the bed between his. I was docked
chest to chest & balls to balls with the guy as my head rested on his left
shoulder & pec. His breathing was deep & restrained, and his heart was
pounding as fast as mine.
I snuggled into him & felt his lower legs wrap
around mine. He slowly moved his hands all over my back. Each time
he'd move them up, & then lower then the last; - and each time he'd linger
near my underwear waist band. Finally, I felt both of his thumbs slip
under them. I lifted my crotch some & those hands moved down some more &
then around to the front of my briefs quietly freeing my restrained penis from
their confines as he pulled them down. My stiff dick swung straight
forward & met his that was sticking through the open fly panel of his shorts.
It was warm & hard; And as I rested into him -- it throbbed making his whole
body gently shudder. I just wanted to wrap myself up in this guy & kiss,
cuddle & roll around -- but we had to be mouse quiet. So, as his warm, gentle
hands explored my neck, back & buttocks, I snuggled into him & listened to his
heart pound passionately as his belly heaved under mine in deep, long
controlled breaths. After a few minutes of building passion, his arms went
further around me & hugged me tighter as his legs tightened their hold around
mine. His fingers curled into my back some and his back arched as I felt
his cock swell & harden to it's peak against mine. Over 2-3 seconds, I felt that
intense full feeling at the base of my balls grow as I stiffened against him.
It quiet rapture our dicks anxiously propelled their juices into the hollow
between our tense, heaving abs in spurts that each felt so good I would have
pumped the entire nearby lake like that if I'd been able to. We slowly moved
passionately against the other -- savoring every cumm filled squirt from self
& partner. The intensity peaked 10-15 seconds after starting, but the
occasional little hard squirt & aftershocks went on for over a minute.
As the peak diminished, Ricky's body relaxed some & he began to slowly rub his
hands along my neck, back & butt again. I relaxed into him & planted a
quiet kiss on his neck.
After a few minutes, I had to take a killer piss. So did he.
"Hey dude ... you awake?", he whispered.
I feigned waking up for the benefit of anyone who might be awake. "Yeah. What's up?", I answered very quietly.
"I need to take a piss. You feel like taking the long walk to the John with me?"
"Sure.", I replied. "I could drain the dragon
myself.". I moved off him & used the same motion to pull my briefs up
quietly before getting out of the sleeping bag. I grabbed the towel I
remembered leaving on the post of the bunk & wiped the manslime off my
stomach. I folded it & did the same to him as he stood. It was
nearly pitch black, but I was accustomed to moving around in the dark.
We each got a pair of sandals on & quietly exited. We got a ways away
from the cabin & as the trees thinned some, the moonlight began to light
things better.
Ricky offered his right hand. "Best of friends?", he asked?
"Yeah.", I replied giving him a firm grip. "Forever, Bro!". (And till this day, we still are.)
We ended up taking a long 2AM shower together in the dark after our "piss" where we soaped each other up & crotch-cuddled until we pushed each other over the sexual-edge again. We ended up using half a roll of paper towel hand cloths to dry off because we didn't bring a towel <duh>.
This is the crazy part: Ricky's folks lived in my state during the summer & Florida during our winter. It turned out that Ricky only lived 5 miles from me at their summer place! Did we hook up? Oh yeah. And we convinced our parents to let Ricky live at my house our Sr. year so he could experience a genuine "Northern Winter". My parents loved the guy like a 2nd child & I loved the guy more than a brother. We set up my room with 2 beds suspended high up -- loft style, & when we got to college, we did the same in our dorm room. We told people we were step brothers & everyone believed it because of how we treated each other in public. But in private, when the lights went off -- very often, one of us would venture to the bed of the other & climb up in whispering, "I think I heard a ghost..." .
Oh, and we never did the "anal" stuff. We never "came out" because of that reason. Before we stumbled onto this website, we thought that we were anomalies. I guess it's easy enough to accept that there are guys like us who live as discretely as we do -- who have no desire to associate themselves with the "gAy" community when they really don't relate to it. This website is like coming home.
And wait until you hear about the "Ghost story" I told the following summer. Like I tell the new campers: The place is haunted. I'm sure of it!
