X-Andrew-WideReply: netnews.alt.sex.stories,netnews.alt.sex.motss X-Andrew-Authenticated-as: 0;andrew.cmu.edu;Network-Mail Received: via nntppoll with nntp; Tue, 2 Mar 1993 15:25:47 -0500 (EST) Path: andrew.cmu.edu!bb3.andrew.cmu.edu!crabapple.srv.cs.cmu.edu!cantaloupe.srv.cs.cmu.edu!das-news.harvard.edu!husc-news.harvard.edu!hsdndev!wupost!uunet!nowhere!nobody Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.motss Message-ID: 1993Mar1.021415.855@nowhere.org Reply-To: an1662@anon.penet.fi Sender: nobody@nowhere.org Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: Nobody's Home Nntp-Posting-Host: nowhere.org Lines: 52 Xref: bb3.andrew.cmu.edu alt.sex.stories:2387 alt.sex.motss:647
Message #561 To: ALL Subject: My First Time
My first sexual encounter occurred when I was 12 years old at Boy Scout Camp. A boy named Keith, a 15 year old high school kid with long blonde hair, who was teaching me to swim, asked if I wanted to spend the night in his tent. He didn't have a bunkmate and occupied the most remote tent in the entire campsite. I thought it would be cool to hang around with an older kid, and was happy for the opportunit y to ditch my Nerd bunkmate, so I gladly accepted his offer. That evening, I gathered my sleeping bag and made my way over to his tent. For a while, we lay on top of our cots and bullshitted. "Lights out" was finally called and we prepared for bed. Keith caught me off guard by asking me what I usually wore when I slept. I replied that I normally slept in my underwear. Keith suggested that I try sleeping in the nude. Having said this, he peeled off his underwear and slid into his sleeping bag. He kept his eyes on me as I undressed completely and did the same. I can recall the tactile sensation of the sleeping bag enveloping my naked body. We continued talking.
We recited every dirty joke we knew. The topic turned to "sex" and we discussed what little we knew about girls and what it must be like to have intercourse. I asked Keith if he had ever had sex with a girl. He replied "no," but then replied, "But I know how to p'practice.'" "What do you mean," I asked. At this, he unzipped his sleeping bag exposing his lean, unclad body. He had an erection which stood straight up. He took his pillow and stuck it half way down his cot, lay on top of it, and began to "dry hump" it. I watched him masturbate in this fashion. He had a summer tan line which gave contrast to his pale, smooth butt as he scrunched up and down. I grew a hard-on just watching him. He kept his eyes on me the entire time. After a while he asked, "Why don't you give it a try?" "I don't have a pillow," I replied. (It was true: I had forgotten to bring one with me to camp.) Keith was quiet for a moment, then responded, "We can share this one." He instructed me to unzip my sleeping bag, which I did. As I lay on my back, Keith came over to my cot, spread my legs apart, placed his pillow between my legs, and climbed on top of me. With only the small pillow between our two erect cocks, he started to hump me. I felt the weight of his teenage frame on top of me. I had "wrestled" with boys before, but this was the first time I had ever rubbed naked bodies together. I could feel the stiffness of his cock against mine through the down of the small, flimsy pillow. I instictively wrapped my legs around his thighs and grabbed his bare ass with my hand as he rode me.. A little while longer and he ejaculated into the pillow with a shudder and a moan. That was my first sexual experience. In retrospect, I suppose I was being shamelessly molested by an older boy, but it didn't seem that way at the time. Despite diversions such as these, I eventually became an Eagle Scout. (I could tell you some other camping stories!)
Anybody else out there have some camp fire stories to tell?