Date: Thu, 13 Jul 2006 21:55:22 +0200 From: mike Subject: Summer camp in Southern France This is a work of part reality and part fiction. The usual disclaimers and warnings in regard to sexually explicit descriptions apply. Copyright is with the author. When I was 13 I went to summer camp in Southern France. We lived in Europe and my parents had thought this up. They gave me a ticket for an overnight train and I travelled in a standard coach, no bunk bed, nothing. I don't know what got into my parents in arranging that for a 13 year old boy, I guess a mixture of negligence and abusiveness. Arriving in the morning in Paris I had to find my way from the North Station to the South Station, through the metro system. With my school French skills and lugging a big suitcase instead of a backpack I somehow still managed. I was a smart kid and usually good at new things. I met the group of other kids and we took a train southward. The camp is in the countryside, there are meadows and forests around it. The kids in my tent aren't really very nice, one guy spits at me at night and we're not allowed any radios etc. But I become friends with a Spaniard, also 13. His name's Julian. He's got blond hair, which I thought was unusual for a Spanish guy. In the free time we have at camp we go exploring. We find some plastic sheets and build a kind of a tent in the woods. It protects against the rain. In our hideaway we smoke cigarettes which we had nicked from our counsellor. We always just took a few, so he wouldn't notice. They are strong Gauloises, but we don't mind. We talk about the showers at camp and somehow start talking about our bodies. Though I'm pretty shy I ask him if he's fooled around with himself. He says yes and asks me if I want to see him play. I blush and don't manage to say anything, but sort of nod. He pulls down the zipper on his shorts. His dick springs out, it's light coloured and as long as his hand. He's already quite aroused by our conversation. I scoot over to him and ask him if I can touch it. "Sure", Julian replies and leans back. Carefully I feel my way towards his pulsating shaft and grasp it with my hand. Slowly I get more daring and run up and down on it with my hand. It feels warm and I get very excited. I pull down the foreskin and look at the exposed head. The head's swollen and purple red. I like the look of it and take in the awesome scent. A few drops of lust already escape the slit. I move my hand some more and start massaging the precum around the head. Julian starts to moan. Without really knowing what I'm doing, I spit into my hand and massage his whole dick. Now it's standing like a lighthouse and swells up even more. I run up and down the shaft and cup the head. Julian groans, looks up at me and says "yeah, go on Mike, ooooohh yeaaaah, that's it, go on". I can't hold myself back anymore. My hot rod's almost standing upright in my shorts, I open the zipper. But before I can reach into my briefs, Julian's already there. He reaches gently into the y-front of my briefs and aims for my lance of lust. He quickly manages to wedge it out. It's deep red and burning in excitement. Julian palms it in his hand and then bends down. Before I know what he's up to he takes my rod into his mouth. With his tongue he orbits the head and licks the shaft. I hadn't washed my dick for a couple my days, but that didn't bother him and me neither. On the contrary, it seemed to turn him on -- he licked me clean and was enjoying every bit of it. His tenderness brought me to topple over and lose any inhibition. I moved down on his blazing lighthead and engulfed it with my mouth. I wanted to do the same that he was doing to me. I circled around the head with my tongue, absorbing each and every taste bud. I could have gone on forever. But, I felt it coming in me. At the same time, Julian's dick ballooned and seemed to explode. In a tremendous spasm, we shot our load just seconds after each other and sucked up every bit of our boyhood's juice. Seconds went by like eternity. Exhausted and intertwined we fell over each other on the plastic tent ground. When our faces neared each other, we kissed passionately. We smoked a cigarette and talked a little. Then it was time to return to camp for dinner. We came back to our secret hideaway as often as we could, indulging in the new passion we had found.