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This happened in the summer of 2011.
I'm originally from rural New Mexico, and there really isn't much competitive basketball in the state. I myself was a pretty average player. I played point and shooting guard and at the time of the story, stood 5'11" and about 155 pounds.
When I was in eighth grade, my mom saw an ad in the local/regional paper about a basketball camp for players that wanted to improve their skills, but weren't star players. It took place at a small college about an hour from where we lived. Since I was definitely going to play in high school, and because I wasn't very good at basketball, my mom decided to pay for me to go.
It was a really great experience from the start. A retired coach had been doing the program with a couple of guys for five years and they just took 40 kids. Being from the middle of nowhere, I was surprised they even filled it up. Players were invited back from year to year, and mostly only freshmen were new.
The coach paired a senior with a freshman with their positional counterpart. There were eight kids for each position, two from each grade level. The system actually worked really well. The freshmen would learn the ropes from their senior mentor and the coaches led the program. On the last two days of the two-week camp, we played a eight-team, five-on-five tournament that was awesome.
We all stayed in a small dorm, three stories with 10 doubles and a common room on each floor. Seniors were paired with freshmen on the top floor, sophomores were with juniors on the second floor, and the coaches stayed on the first floor, with a room for each of them. Each floor also had two bathrooms each with two stalls, two sinks and a shower. The shower was big, but the building was old, so there was just a swinging door that only covered up from the knee to right below the chest.
Even though I hadn't had any gay experiences, I knew that I liked guys since basically the first time I came to camp. I got to see guys my age in various stages of undress during the day. The freshmen (myself included) were always the most shy, but we were paired with seniors. Some of them walked around the dorm area in only their shorts or better even boxers or boxer briefs. A couple of times when I was a freshman, I would come out of the stall and some hot senior would have just stepped out of the shower, naked and drying off, or shaving.
I had a really good mentor as a freshman, too, on the court. And he was horny off the court. After lights out every night he would jerk off. Right before he came, he would throw the blanket off of his body. His hips would start bucking against the bed as I watched him work himself in the small amount of light in the room. As he came, he would make these tiny sounds and then start breathing really heavy. After he was done, he'd wipe off with tissue and go to bed.
He either didn't know I watched or didn't care because he never said anything to me.
During my sophomore and junior years there was less nudity, no roommate masturbation, but a lot of grab-ass. I always wore shorts in the dorm, and always wore compression shorts underneath to hide my constant erection.
The guys on the sophomore and junior floor were always trying to prove something. There was lots of wrestling in the common area. Guys would sneak up behind guys and grab asses, nipples and, you guessed it, even dicks. Since most of the guys were from the middle of nowhere, I think it was just a safe way to experiment a little. Only one guy didn't come back after his sophomore year. I think he was super religious and it just freaked him out.
Anyway, I was finally a senior, coming back for my last year, 17, going on 18 in the winter. I was told about a week before camp that I would be paired with another point guard from a small school named Ali Davis Jr. According to his stats, he was two inches shorter and 25 pounds lighter than I was.
The seniors reported to camp the night before it started. The ten of us had senior dinner with the coaches and then set some stuff up for the next day. That night we all played truth or dare and never have I ever. But I think everyone was just tired or lame because nothing really exciting happened. One boy had to kiss another boy's bare ass, but that was it. I was hoping to see a lot more, especially since I had the room all to myself for that evening. I jerked off fantasizing about the lanky senior forward that had his ass kissed.
The next day came and I met Ali. He walked into the dorm room, said hi and I got up to shake his hand. He wasn't super attractive, but he was alright looking. He had short black curly hair, brown eyes and a very light olive skin tone. I'd find out later he was mixed black and middle eastern. He had a little bit of an oily face, but no zits. He wore his khaki shorts loose and low, but not sagging. Just had on a purple v-neck.
BUT, he had a beautiful smile. And to go along with his perfect white, straight teeth, he had the cutest face when he smiled.
I introduced myself and pointed him toward his bed and dresser. As he unpacked we talked about camp. He had a bunch of questions about camp, which I answered. He wanted to know how much ball we played (only 3 hours a day before dinner, but drills, too, in the morning), how much free time we had (two hours after lunch and any time after 7, someone usually brought a TV and XBox for that time), and most importantly, how the food was.
"I really eat a lot," he said, "but I like to be healthy when I eat, except hot chips." He proceeded to pull out about a dozen bags of flamin' hot Cheetos. "I eat a bag a day."
"Jesus!" I replied, "How does your stomach hold up?"
"Well I grew up in the southeast and all we do is eat spicy food."
I told him about how the college made special meals for us as part of the extra cost (it was actually a pretty expensive camp). As we talked, I noticed he had a strange laugh, almost broken into small laughs. His voice sounded pretty much changed, but it wasn't that very deep; it was sexy in a way. He had smooth arms (he told me later that his girlfriend's arms were hairier), but he had some hair on his legs, which were skinny but toned.
"Do you lift weights?" I asked him.
"My dad won't let me until I turn 14," he sounded sad about it. "I used to be fat, but I lost almost 45 pounds last year. I guess my baby fat just decided to give up."
We both laughed.
"Wait, you're only 13? What grade are you in again?" I snickered.
He responded, "Yeah, smart ass, I'm in ninth grade next year. My birthday is the last week of September, so I'm just really young for my grade."
We talked for a little longer until he was done unpacking.
I showed him the bathroom and explained to him that everyone was to shower between 5 and 6 p.m. before going to dinner.
"You can't dick around too long in there. We only have an hour for 5 guys to get showered and dressed. That means 10 minute maximum in the shower. Me and Rob (the other senior in our section) will go first since we both shave. The two or three of you freshmen can go after."
He smiled his beautiful smile, but it looked like he was about to say something naughty. And then he did.
"That's not enough time to jerk off." We both laughed. I didn't say anything else.
We went back to the room and just talked about stuff. He had a girlfriend of about 6 months back home. He told me that he was too nervous to do anything besides kiss her. I told him not to worry, that he was a little young to be doing anything else anyway.
He asked about my sex life. I told him that I'd fooled around with a couple of girls (I hadn't.), but didn't go past hands in pants.
"I just don't want to get a girl pregnant."
He agreed that having a kid would be the worst thing to happen.
I took him around to meet the other seniors and then we had lunch.
The first afternoon went well. The three freshmen showered as ordered after us. Ali went last, so I was back in the common area before he went in.
That night we played XBox together with most of the other guys. One freshman stayed in his room and a senior was reading for his AP English class in the fall. The other eight of us on the floor had a blast.
Lights out were at 10, so we all went to brush our teeth, change and get ready for bed. The coaches were pretty cool about lights out. Instead of doing a bed check, they would come up at 9:45 and give us a 15-minute warning. Then they would go around the perimeter of the dorm and make sure all the lights were out at 10:15. No one really snuck out because there wasn't anything to do anyway. Some guys would get back up and play more games in the common room, but we had to be at breakfast at 7, so no one stayed up past midnight.
I was hoping Ali slept naked or something, but he didn't. He just wore compression shorts and a long t-shirt. The t-shirt blocked anything from view unfortunately. That night I made myself stay up extra late to see if he did anything, but after about a half hour he was definitely sleeping, and so I let myself fall asleep.
Nothing happened the next day, but on the third day during shower time I heard the door to the bathroom open. I was first in the shower, and had just turned the water on, so it was kind of weird.
"Preston?"
It was Ali.
"Yeah?"
"Can I ask you something personal?"
"Yeah? I guess."
Why now? I could see him over the door, so were were just chatting, but he couldn't see my dick beginning to slowly stiffen.
"Do you jerk off?"
"Of course I do." My cock throbbed as blood quickly rushed into it.
"What about at camp?"
I paused.
"Well..." I trailed off. "Why do you ask that?"
"Because I haven't done it since I've been here. There is no privacy and It's always hard."
Oh god. I was at complete erection state. Harder than I had ever been including those nights watching my roommate squirt when I was a freshman. My rigid dick pointed up toward my bellybutton. I tried to ignore it and wash my hair.
I decided to just tell him everything that I had heard from guys.
"Some guys jerk off in the stalls after they shit. That usually doesn't draw attention. Some guys get up and shower in the morning. I know at least one guy that did it last year during his morning shower. Some guys do it in their dorm room when their ROOMMATE IS SHOWERING."
I added emphasis. He grinned sheepishly. It was fucking adorable.
"That's not enough time. I'd be in the middle of it when you come back!" He whined.
His whining was hot, too. Fuck.
"Well then you can do it in the morning in the shower."
"That's it?"
"Well, when I was a freshman, my senior mentor did it after I was asleep. He woke me up a couple of times."
I blushed, turned and rinsed my hair under the water. He didn't say anything. I began to lather myself with body wash.
"No offense," I started, "but you are watching me shower and asking very personal questions."
Not that I minded. Hell, I would have shot my load if he couldn't see my arms. Damn this door.
"Can I ask one more question?"
"Yes..." I sighed with impatience and extreme horniness.
My dick was hard. The little bit of leftover skin from my circumcision was even pulled back. If my dick had doubled in length, it would be poking out above the swinging door.
"You told me all of this. But when do YOU do it?"
That was an awful question. I washed my body and just decided to respond honestly.
"I usually hold back as long as I can, but sometimes I'll get up early or take last shower before dinner and do it then. I don't like to do it sweaty, but when it gets bad, I tell the coaches I have to take a dump, and I just jerk it in the locker room in a stall instead. Are you satisfied?"
I know I wasn't.
"Yeah, thanks."
He went into a stall, and I didn't hear anything else. A couple of minutes later I wrapped my towel around my waist and hurried to my room, hoping no one would see my erection poking the towel.
I tried to get dressed as soon as I could, but no sooner had I put on my compression shorts, Ali walked in.
I was trying to tuck my dick under the waistband when the door opened. And he looked directly at my crotch. About a quarter of my dick was sticking out above the waistband. I turned away quickly, he nearly slammed the door shut.
"Sorry," I muttered, embarrassed. I put on shorts and a t-shirt and turned back around. I looked at him, and I could see the outline of part of his dick through his gym shorts. He was hard, too.
"It's OK. It's been a few days. I'm hard too. Thanks for talking to me about it."
"Uhhhh..."
"Sorry, I made it awkward," he continued. "Here."
And suddenly he pulled his shorts down revealing the complete outline of his dick through his red compression shorts. It was a nice size for 13 going on 14. I could clearly see the small mushroom head of his circumsized dick. My mouth dropped open. He blushed and pulled the shorts back up.
"I just saw yours, and I didn't want you to hate me for it. So I showed you that I have to same problem. I hope that's not weird. You're pretty cool and fun and a good friend for someone so much older than I am." He smiled. I fainted on the inside.
"Uh, I guess we are even." I said. I didn't know what to say. "Well, if you want to say anything else, we have time before your shower and dinner."
"I think I'm horny enough to jerk off before dinner. I don't need ten minutes." We both laughed. That made it better.
"I'm going to take a nap. Have fun." I said. He laughed again and I fell asleep.
Ali shook me awake about 30 minutes later.
"Dinnertime, sleepyhead."
I hit him with the pillow, grabbed my keys and went with him to dinner.
The next four days came and went and nothing weird happened. Ali was a cool guy for the most part. I didn't like that he was a pothead, but he didn't act like it, and he said he only did it with his girlfriend because he would never pay for it. I asked him how often he did it, and he told me any time he was at her house. He also liked more rap than I did, but was into other more mainstream music. We had similar taste in video games, and best of all basketball.
We were both Spurs fans and we were both students of the game. I guess when you are an average player (he was a little worse than I was), you can't just care about athletics. You need some good plays to help you win.
Fortunately or unfortunately we didn't have any more talks about sex or anything like that. I guess he was taking care of his dick on his own time.
He did get up one morning early, and I followed him into the bathroom. I really had to piss. He was in the stall next to me. When I finished he was in the shower with shampoo in his hair. I just said "good morning" and he responded the same. I didn't wait to see if he was jerking off, obviously.
On the eighth night I couldn't sleep and I thought I heard him jerking off in the bed across the room. His covers were moving rhythmically, but suddenly they stopped. There didn't seem to be any climax, any tension, any orgasm. I looked up and he was starting away from me. He didn't see me watching. He rolled toward the wall and nothing else happened. I stayed up late that night waiting to see, but I eventually fell asleep without any more excitement.
On the ninth day it was tradition that we just did drills in the morning then went to a local park in the afternoon. They had an arcade, batting cages, putt-putt, go-karts, etc. Everyone always wanted to play putt-putt because they had four courses. After that, we would go out to our "cheat" dinner at a local restaurant and then we'd do the draft for the basketball tournament on the 12th and 13th day.
After practice, we talked about driving situations. The coaches had rented three 12-seater vans for the fifteen minute drive. There were 7 people left over. Me and two other guys drove to the camp, so one guy said he'd take his freshman and three seniors were going to go together. I said I would take Ali.
After that we went to shower. We were going to meet at the park at 1:30. The three freshmen on the van showered first, followed by the three seniors and then the other senior and the freshman. That means Ali and I were last. I went downstairs and told the coaches that we would be along in about 20 minutes after Ali and I showered.
I went back up to the dorm room and his clothes were on the ground and his towel was gone. I shucked my clothes, too and wrapped my towel around my waist.
I went in the nearest bathroom; the one we usually used. The shower was on, but no one was in it. I checked under the stall doors, but I didn't see any feet. Ali must have gone to the other shower. I hung my towel on the hook and went into the spray. I told the coaches we'd be about 20 minutes after everyone else, so I thought I'd be undisturbed for a while. What a great time to shoot my load. It had been three days, and I had only done it once since camp opened.
I began lathering up my hairless body and shoulders, I had lots of hair under my arms and a moderate amount on my arms, but God gave me the grace of a smooth chest.
I started to get hard thinking about Ali and eventually moved my hand to my soapy dick.
"Why are you in the shower?!"
I turned around and Ali was standing there with the door open. Luckily I was facing away from him. I spun around, my mind suddenly unaware of my half-hard cock.
"WHY?! Because no one else was in here. I thought you were in the one at the other end of the hall!"
"No! I was showering in here. You go down the hall!"
We were yelling at each other, not in anger but in confusion and embarassment. We were both standing naked with him one step out of the shower and me soaked, soapy and vulnerable inside it.
"Why can't you go?! I've already started showering. I'm wet." I tried to speak to him rationally.
"Because I'm already half done." I look at his face and he looks down and he's completely hard. "I was jerking off in the stall when I heard the door open. I came over to investigate."
I responded politely "Oh." And completely out of character I said, "Well get in." He shrugs and steps in.
"Are you going to leave?" He looks more pissed now than anything. I can't take my eyes off of how nice his package is.
"This shower is pretty big, man. We have already seen each other hard twice. You were jerking off in bed last night." I stop talking and look at his face instead of his dick. He looks away from my gaze.
"So?"
"So, I don't give a fuck about privacy. I've seen more of your anatomy than anyone, including any girl. I'm going to stay here and jerk off. You can stay, too, either way, it's up to you."
My adrenaline is pumping, my dick is rock hard, and I don't even know what I'm really saying. It's just coming out.
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
"Uh. OK?" I ask nervously.
"Are you gay, Preston? It wouldn't matter if you were."
"I guess so."
"That's cool. Let's jerk off together."
"Together?"
"Yeah, you're pretty cool. Probably would be one of my best friends if we went to school together. I really like you." Then he added. "Just as a friend though. You can watch me. A little present for all you've taught me these last few days."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, absolutely." He says it with nervousness but confidence. It's cute as fuck either way. "Is it gay to say that you have a nice dick?"
"I don't think so."
"You have a nice dick."
"Thanks. You too."
"It's too small." He looks away again, still hard.
"It's great!"
I get down on my knees. "Care if I study it? I promise not to touch."
"OK."
To this day, it's still the best cock that I've seen. Its color is even lighter than his olive body. It has that nice mushroom head, just like my own. It's shiny and wet from the shower. Hard, and probably pulsing. There is a nice thick band of hair above his dick. Definitely a good amount for being almost 14. His balls were in a tight hairless sack, but had a very nice size. Length was probably about 5 inches of rock hard flesh with average girth. Very nice for a 13-year-old. The most interesting thing of all though, and maybe what made it so hot was his circumcision. He was circumcised, but there was virtually no scar.
I mentioned how the hair amount, length and girth were what I'd want in a guy. He swooned in lust.
I stood back and started soaping myself up and he followed my lead.
"We have to be quick," I said, "they'll be expecting us soon."
I start pulling on my dick. Feeling it slip between my fingers. I watch his left hand play with his balls and area beneath them as he stroked his perfect cock rapidly, soap suds flying everywhere. He keeps moving his hand back toward his ass as he watches me stroke, a little slower than he is.
I moan quietly with pleasure. "You like touching your ass?"
"Never tried it. Being in here with you gave me the idea."
I moan again. "Don't do it for me."
"I'm not."
While he says this, I can feel my dick pulsing, tingling as my orgasm builds. It would definitely be less than a minute until I came.
He continued rubbing his dick at light speed and starts massaging his asshole. He seemed to like it a lot, and suddenly he stops.
"Preston?"
"Yeah?"
"Come over here."
I stop stroking and take the two steps to reach him.
"Can we do each other?" he asks with the cutest smile.
"Hell yeah, but I'm really close."
"Me, too," he whispers in my ear as he closes his hand around my dick.
What a fucking jolt! I hump up into his hand, grinding the head of my six-inch dick against his leg.
"I've never been touched before, Ali." I gasp.
"Me either. Please do it."
I grab his perfect cock and start moving my hand up and down the length. He wraps his left arm around me as he presses his molten flesh into my hand over and over. It's the best feeling of my life.
After maybe 30 seconds he whispers "I'm gonna shoot." His body goes completely stiff, like a plank. He thrusts his cock into my hips as three ropes of hot gray cum shoot up and out onto my hip and pubes. The fourth falls directly into his hand, onto my dick. The rest dribbles out.
As soon as I feel his hot, sticky cum on my dick, it's over. I seem to orgasm forever, trying to enjoy this average-looking, but also so fucking hot guy with the beautiful smile stroke my cock. I know my dick pulses at least a dozen times. My cum completely soaks his pubes, matting them down. It was awesome.
We pull apart.
"Are you OK?" I ask.
"Yeah."
"You don't feel weird about doing that?"
"No man, it felt amazing."
We showered up and left the dorm five minutes late.
On the drive I asked him again how he felt.
"I feel fine, really. Was it good for you? It was your first time, too." He looked at me like I was going to say it was awful.
"Yeah, you're so hot. Your girlfriend is lucky."
"Well, it was my first time, too. I'm glad it was you."
I looked over and he's smiling at me. And he's so sexy
We end up jerking off together that night, on the same bed but not touching each other. I guess he might have still been weirded out. The last three nights we jerked off each other.
He ended up on the fifth place team, I was on the second place team for the second straight year.
After camp we exchanged numbers. He broke up with his girlfriend a week after he got back to his hometown. We skyped a little bit and talked on the phone and texted a lot. He said he had a man/mansex crush on me. We ended up jerking off on cam a lot that summer.
When I turned 18 that February (he was 14), I told him I had to break it off because since I was 18, it was illegal to do what we were doing. He said that it OK and that he understood. We still talked all the time and remained good friends.
He got back with his girlfriend, and he told me we still talked more than they did. We kept in decent touch for the next couple of years.
There is more to this story (no sex). If you want to hear it, shoot me an e-mail and I'll send it to you.