Where it happened: summer camp
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
Tommy was a guy in my cabin the summer I was 14. We were at a boys camp in the Adirondack on Lake Champlain. He was my age and his bunk was below mine. We were best friends and did everything together that summer. But the feelings between us were more than friends. I remember it was on an four day overnight hike that he and I shared a tent. I am not exactly sure how it began because it was after we had hiked our first day and we all cleaned up the campsite, sat around the fire and all that but it was getting cool and Tommy and I were tired and everybody else was too (there were four or five other guys on the trip plus our leader). Anyway, we went into the woods and took a leak and then crawled into our tent. We lay on our sleeping bags for awhile and talked. It was Tommy who probably made it happen by taking off his shirt to climb into his sleeping bag. Damn he was a cute dude and I knew it then–long black hair, blue eyes, freckles–he was a freaking model as far as I was concerned. He had a perfect chest–freckles on his shoulders two of the nicest nipples I had ever seen. They were sort of swollen and protruding but he never seemed shy or embarassed about that and during the day, he hardly ever even wore a shirt.
Anyway, when he stripped off his shirt, I got excited almost instantly and as we talked and joked, I just felt tempted and reached over and tweeked his big nipple and, at first, he acted like that bugged him, but then he started to laugh and he tried to pinch my nipple but could not find it under my shirt. He told me I had to play fair and take off my shirt and I did and he immediately pinched my nipple. And it all began right there.
We had to be really quiet because other tents were not far from ours and we were near a lake so sound travelled. Anyway, once or twice our leader told us to quiet down but he had to tell this to the other tents so nobody seemed to catch on to what we were up to. We did quiet ourselves and the pinching and joking became more intimate. One minute I was pinching Tommy’s nipples and the next I was tickling them as he tickled mine and tickling turned to feeling each other all over and that turned to a kiss and then I found myself sucking Tommy’s nipples. It all happened so damn fast and as we were rubbing each other all over and feeling each other–back, shoulders, pecs, bellies–it was almost automatic that our hands reached for each other’s shorts at the same time. I swear our hands went down each other’s shorts at the exact same moment and we were both rigid with excitement. In seconds our shorts were down and our cocks rubbing against each other. All he and I had ever done was to jack off alone but we did not need directions that night. We never did anything gross like anal or that stuff but we knew exactly how to pleasure each other. We massaged each other’s cock, we kissed, we milked each other and then we ended up doing 69. It was so damn intense but we had to be totally sure nobody heard us. I wanted so much to blow Tommy to orgasm but we were afraid of making noise, so, instead, we milked each other until we both reached orgasm. I don’t have a clue how we did it but we both exploded in jit without making too much noise so I don’t believe we gave ourselves away and nobody seemed aware the next morning. We did make a mess on our sleeping bags but we didn’t care. The next night, at a new campsite, we asked our leader if we could set up our tent a bit away from the main camp and told him we wanted a more level place to put up our tent. He said ok and that second night we did it all over again only that time I blew him to orgasm and I actually swallowed his jit and he did the same to me. Holy shit it was amazing. We got it on almost every night for the rest of that summer and had to slip out of our cabin unnotoiced to do it. We went to this place along the rocky shoreline called swim point and found a place where nobody would see or hear us and damn, we both ate a lot of jit during those last weeks of camp. A few times, during the day we went to another place called north point which was like a half mile from the camp and had a blast in a grassy area along the lake. It was incredible.
When the summer ended, we stayed in touch for a long time but he did not return the next summer and I hated the place without him. That was my last summer there. We saw each other a few times but lived almost four hours away from each other. Eventually, we both finished high school and went to college and we saw each other once during college. It was a weekend and we got it on three or four times while we were together. After that, time and distance caused us to lose touch but I often think of him. He was the warmest, kindest, most masculine, decent dude I have ever known. I would love to see him again.
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