This is a true story. It was sent to my by a friend who wishes to remain anonymous. Comments to him may be sent to me and I will pass them along. Luz Rojo - author@luzrojo.com
I grew up in a family that went camping a lot in the summer. We had a tent for some years, then a travel trailer. I always liked the tent best.
Anyway, one year we went to a campground high in the mountains right on the border between two southern states. It was a beautiful place with lush trees and all kinds of wildflowers. There were even wild bears in the park so one had to be careful, especially when walking at night. The bears knew there were food scraps in the trashcans from the tables of campers and they came every night to scrounge for a meal.
I was about 14 and a rather late bloomer. I did not mature as early as most of the boys in my school. I was small for my age and sometimes that led to teasing, which I hated.
The travel trailer we had did not have its own toilet, so we had to use the facilities provided by the camp. These were usually called “comfort stations” and sometime it was really a comfort to have one nearby. One day I really had to “go”, if you know what I mean. I entered the stall, took my pants down and waited for nature to take its course.
While I was there, I heard footsteps as someone else came into the restroom. I had not paid any attention since my sexuality was just beginning to emerge and I had not learned about the activities that occasionally occurred in public restrooms. I suddenly noticed a shadow on the floor of my stall. That was odd, I thought. I looked up and saw a glimpse as a head draw back over the top of the wall. Then I knew I was being spied upon.
I continued to sit on the “throne” and occasionally I peeked up to see if anyone was looking again. Finally, I saw the face of an older boy looking down at me. I felt really awkward since looking at someone on the pot was not something I was used to.
When he realized I had seen him, he just kept on looking at me. He was obviously standing on the commode on the adjoining stall so he could see over the top of the wall. He said something to me that I don’t remember, but sounded friendly. Then he asked me if I had much of a bush. I didn’t know what he was talking about. Then he asked if I had much hair on my dick. I was startled, but I sat up straight and leaned back so he could see my naked legs. I had been growing hair for about a year I guess, but I had not thought much about is one way or another. I was rally naïve about anything sexual. My family did not talk about anything of a sexual nature, including bodily changes that came with maturing.
When the boy saw I had some hair around my dick, he seemed impressed, or maybe he was just making sure I was mature enough to understand he was interested. He suggested we take a walk together around the camp the next day.
I don’t remember his name, but I can remember I kept thinking about our walk and anticipating that something special might happen, but at the time, I had no idea what that might be. I didn’t sleep much that night.
The next day, we met and began to walk around the camp. Eventually, the boy suggested we go down a dirt road I had not even noticed before. I said, okay, so we trudged on.
When we were a long way distant from the camp, we were in a wooded area. As I said it was beautiful, but it was clear that enjoying the flora was not what this guy had in mind. He wanted to go off the road into the trees. We walked a few yards into the trees and sat down. He immediately took out his dick which was quite large it seemed to me. He was older that I, and obviously much more developed. His dick was one of the biggest I had seen at the time.
He asked me to lie with my feet in one direction while he lay in the opposite direction. I had never heard of “69” and didn’t know what it meant. He said he wanted to see my dick. I was nervous, but after all, he had already seen it in the restroom.
When I complied, he took it in his hands. It felt wonderful to have another boy’s hands on my dick. I was enthralled it felt so good, but I also felt nervous, and probably somewhat guilty that we were doing something maybe we shouldn’t do.
He told me to take his dick and I did. I liked the way it felt. He was cut and I was not. This seemed to make his dick look even bigger to me. He took my dick into his mouth and I had a new feeling. I had never experienced anyone sucking my dick before. I loved the soft, wet, warm sensation of his mouth on my dick. He knew what he was doing. He was experienced; I was not.
He asked me to suck his dick, but I didn’t want to do that. I told him I would just rub him. I remember feeling the leaves crunch under me and I felt sticks under me, but it didn’t matter. What was happening above the leaves and sticks felt so good, I didn’t care whether I was resting comfortably or not.
He continued to suck on my dick and I kept stroking him. After a while, he began to jerk his hips back and forth. I knew he was about to have an ejaculation and it made me feel even more excited. When he came it seemed there were buckets of thick white fluid that kept on spurting out of the end of his dick. I could tell he was really enjoying it.
Eventually, he lay back panting for breath. I knew he had felt really, really good and it made me feel good that I could help someone feel that way. Then he began to work on my dick with his mouth again. The wet warmth and the rhythm of his movements over my dick felt so good, I was nearly delirious with pleasure. I felt the pressure begin to build. The more he sucked, the better I felt. The better I felt, the more I wanted to experience more. Finally, when I could hold off no longer, I told him I was getting ready. He kept sucking on with greater intensity. I did not know he planned to swallow it, but I was feeling so good, I didn’t care. Then, when it came, I had never felt such wonderful release! Sure, I had had ejaculations before, but I had never done it into another person’s mouth. It was the most wonderful feeling I had experienced in my young life.
Later, after we had a time of recovery, we slowly adjusted our clothes and started walking back down the road to the campground. That was my first experience being sucked off and I will never forget it. I am so glad that a stranger, who was clearly horny too, took time to introduce me to it. It is one of my special memories of my early adolescent sexual experiences. I wish I knew that guy’s name and where he might be now. Could we do a repeat performance on our middle years?