This story is in two parts with part 1 starting as a minor, but necessary for part 2. (Also in the document) Part 1 involves male nudity with solo sex acts. Part 2 gets into the meat of a close male relationship.
It was the summer of my 16th birthday, and I remember sitting in the car with my father and his best friend Greg, and his son, Adam. My dad and Greg had belonged to a special fraternity in university, and all of his friends, and the members thereafter continued their friendship in a form of an alumni program, which was now quite large in members. Within this alumni association was a one-month summer program for boys only that were turning age 16 of that year. Even though I would be 16 in a month, I was fully developed and seemed to have stopped growing at 5'11". I had a good strong body with brown hair on my head and my body, plus I looked older than I was. We were excited about the camp as we had heard so much about the program but my father seemed more excited about it than I did. I wasn't sure why then, but today I understand completely and look back at that part of my life as a new beginning.
Over the years, my family had been introduced to many of the guys from the alumni group, and my mom and dad had met at the university. But Greg and my dad had been the closest of any of the friends, and I felt more like he was my uncle -- more than my biological uncles. The two of them confided in each other, and once a year, would do a camping trip together; sometimes alone, but other times with other alumni guys. It was something my mother always accepted, and was very supportive of.
When we arrived at the camp, my dad took me aside and we walked over by a huge shady tree where I put my summer gear down on the grass. "Chris" he said quietly, "this camp is going to be a new beginning for you. Part of what we hope you'll find here is one boy who will be your male soul mate. Someone who'll remain your closest friend for life -- no matter what, and a person you'll be able to share everything with".
"Kind of like you and Greg" I said affirmatively.
"Yeah, like me and Greg. We've been through everything together. We've fought, we've struggled and we still love each other -- probably stronger than brothers. I hope you'll find a good friend like him".
"Gee, thanks dad. I mean I've got a couple of good friends already but..."
"You'll find out one of these days what I mean," he said massaging my shoulder.
I stood up and he gave me a tight hug. "Let's go see where you're bunking."
We walked to the main courtyard and found the cabin listings. Finding mine, my dad and I walked over to it and I plopped my things in the assigned locker and flopped down on the bottom bunk. There would be eight guys in this cabin with shared shower and washrooms with the next cabin. The cabin was rustic, with guy's names signed everywhere. It seemed like it was going to be a great place. There weren't any other guys in there but as there would be guys from across the country arriving, and as we only lived an hour away, we were fairly early.
Adam wasn't part of my cabin group but he and I chummed around for most of the day and took a look at what the place had to offer. Boating, tennis, volleyball and basketball courts plus a small performing center, and a fantastic dining room were all available to us. As the welcoming committee wasn't going to be meeting with us for a few hours we all decided we'd take a swim. Well, Adam and I had our bathing suits packed, but Greg and my dad did not. I asked my dad what he was going to use for swim trunks, and he said it didn't matter. Adam and I got our trunks on, and with our dads headed down to the lake. Greg and dad started to giggle and yelled -- first one in's a rotten egg. We all started racing toward the water, but while we ran, they started stripping off their clothes. First shirt over their heads, pulling their shorts off running and stumbling and laughing like crazy, then just before the water, off came their underwear and they dove in.
Everyone started laughing and throwing water at each other and having a grand time for about 10 minutes when my dad and Greg stood up, water dripping from their bodies. They were only knee high in the water and their naked bodies were fully exposed for everyone to see. "Dad" I yelled. "You can't be out here like that".
"And why the hell not" he laughed. "Is there a sign that says you've got to wear bathing suits"? Then I noticed a few other people coming down to the water. The boys had on their swimsuits, two dads stayed on shore, and another guy stripped down and joined the others. My dad called over, "Hey, big Jim"! The three guys ran towards each other for a big hug. Jim introduced his son to me as Ryan. I shook his hand and he joined Adam and I away from the three naked dads.
"Why did they call him big Jim"? I asked Ryan.
" Next time he stands up take a look at the size of his dick," his son said with a big smirk on his face. All three of us had that nervous laugh when you talk about a guy's "private parts" but were intrigued to see if it was actually true.
So, the afternoon went. Some guys were naked and others were clothed. It was all-new to me and I'll admit I felt a little uncomfortable, but my dad was having the time of his life.
We even got into a chicken fight with the boys on the dad's shoulders. Once I got knocked off and fell right in front of "big Jim". As I sat up in the water, I found myself inches from his penis. Ryan was right, and I found myself staring for longer than I should have. Jim grabbed me by the hair. "Hey, what are you lookin' at....like father like son he laughed". At that point, my father attacked Jim (play fighting of course) and threw him into the water. Soon everyone was joining in and I suddenly found myself above, under and around all these bodies. I remember Jim's cock gliding across my body, followed by Greg's. It was suddenly really cool and I was starting to feel like a man being able to fool around with all these other naked men.
After a couple of hours, we all headed back to the cabin. The boys kept their trunks on, but the guys who were naked, stayed that way, and no one thought anything of it. These guys all seemed really close, and I started to get a sense of the closeness one might feel at this camp. There were so many close connections as we had met many of these people at different functions throughout the year.
At 6:00, the dads were asked to say goodbye to their sons, and as hands got shaken, or bodies got hugged, we were getting excited about being on our own for one whole month. The main gates were locked and we were all herded into the main dining hall.
Ian was the head counselor and introduced himself to all 125 guys in the program. He looked to be in his early 20s. A good-looking guy with pitch-black hair, strong body and a great laugh and smile. Everyone liked him immediately. After the summer, he would be a beginning Master's student and part of the same fraternity that my dad and Greg were from, as were the other counselors at the camp. There were also a few junior counselors (more like go-boys) who did all the shit work at the camp, but could also be good buds to kids who were lonely or were having problems and needed a buddy around for a while.
Within the first 5 minutes of his talked, he said something that shocked a few of us, but not all. "This camp is clothing optional, which means you can wear clothes, or.. (and he took off his shorts revealing a beautiful penis and very black hairy bush)....while he did this -- everyone cheered and laughed and applauded. He finished his sentence, "or not".
He bowed and thanked everyone for the applause then slipped his shorts back on. "We are all guys here. There is never a problem if you want to be naked, or clothed; whatever makes you most comfortable. We would ask however that you at least wear shorts to eat. We wouldn't want any hot food being dumped on your 16-year old balls. (Everyone burst into laughter) You may find that everyone stays clothed for the first while, but once you feel more comfortable you can wear what you want or don't want. However there will never be any pressure for anyone to remove their clothing, it is completely up to each individual. You will probably find that many of the counselors will remain clothed most of the time".
"Now, the next topic I'll raise is one you're probably thinking of. What if I get an erection? I can only answer by saying, that's life. We're all males, and sometimes our penises have a mind of their own. You're all 16. It's going to happen a lot more to you boys than it will to those of us in our 20s and 30s, but it happens". (There were nervous giggles erupting everywhere)
Then he continued with the standard rules of the program, including participation, sports, recreation, free time etc. And finally, he ended with the introduction of our group counselors -- one would be assigned to each cabin group. He announced everyone's group except for mine. "Boys in cabin 10" he shouted. "We seem to be missing one of our counselors, so for the time being, I'll be with your group". We all cheered enthusiastically.
Finally, we all sat down to a huge welcome feast that was incredible and were then asked to meet with our cabin groups to get better acquainted.
It was great to meet guys from across the country, and hear about their dads and how they found out about this place. We were really lucky to get Ian, but he did warn us that he wasn't sure how long he would be able to stay with us. At 10:00, this horrible sounding siren blasted through the night air, which was the warning for us to get ready for bed.
The groans and moans from all the guys could be heard across the camp, but we surrendered and entered our cabins. Now there was an awkward moment. We were all getting ready for bed, and we watched as checked each other out. Ian sensed it....
"Okay boys, I'll start. I always sleep nude, and he started to slowly undress. Everyone watched him. First his shirt, then his shoes and socks which he tucked into his shoes; finally he slipped off his green shorts and threw them on the end of his bed. Everyone was quiet. "What's the matter? Haven't you ever seen a hairy dick before? Either strip down or get dressed for bed"!
Almost everyone stayed dressed except for Joey who said he always slept nude as well, but he was a 16-year-old kid who look 13. Everyone slipped into their sleeping bags and Ian came around to check everyone out. When Ian came over to my bed, he checked out the top bunk first which meant his naked torso was visible between the top and bottom bunk. Again, I found myself mesmerized by this guy's penis, which hung down quite low over a big bag, with lots of black pubes. He caught me staring.
"Hey Ryan....RYAN"! (Shit, he caught me) Then he leaned in to me and in a half whisper asked if him being nude was making me uncomfortable. I told him it wasn't but, I hadn't seen a penis that big and that close before. He laughed and said thanks but instead of walking away, he stayed there and continued to talk to Joey for a bit. I just stared and watched as his cock jiggled around while he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. A couple of times he scratched his bag, and I will admit I moved in for a closer look. It was intoxicating. When he was done talking with Joey, he looked down at me and asked quietly, "..get a long enough look"? He smirked and said goodnight to everyone and was off to bed. I on the other hand stayed awake thinking about this guy and all the nakedness I'd seen that day. I mean, I'd seen my dad nude lots, and thought nothing of it, but now things were a little different.
For the next few days most guys stayed partially dressed, mostly no shirts -- except for swimming and then everyone stripped. It was a freeing experience and we got to know each other better and better. One afternoon, I walked into the cabin to change and there was Rob standing there with a boner, while he was trying to change. He got embarrassed and tried to get dressed so fast that he fell over on the floor. Neither of us laughed, but when I started to get out of my pants, I had a boner too. We both stood up and looked at our cocks, checking each other out, then continued to get dressed. Something clicked that day, and we became friends quite quickly.
Later in the afternoon, I had to use the can and ran back to my assigned washroom. When I finished, I started to run back to the group but heard these grunting sounds coming from our cabin. I looked in the window only to find Ian masturbating. I started to turn to walk away but I couldn't. I wanted to watch. I quickly decided I would position myself at the window so I could see him, but hopefully he couldn't see me. I stood on an old box and peeked in through a corner of the window, watching his hand wrapped around this huge hard penis. Ian continued to stroke it. I couldn't believe how mesmerized I was by this guy's body -- I guess more so -- his cock. My eye's stayed glued to his crotch as I watched the long straight fat penis disappear and reappear from behind Ian's hand. This was new to me to see someone else doing this to his penis and I wanted to learn. I watched how he massaged his sac with one hand, and gently stroked his penis with the other. There seemed to be lots of goo coming from the tip, which he frequently scooped up and fed himself. He started pumping faster and faster, spreading his legs nice and wide, which gave me, perfect view of his hairy legs, asshole and huge balls, which by this time were bouncing up and down in rhythm to his pumping. In a second he started cumming, first shooting across his face, then his chest and stomach, finally just oozing out of his purplish head. It was really cool to see this and when I looked down, I realized I had a major boner of my own, but didn't do anything with it. I had just seen my counselor in a private moment, and I felt privileged but a little guilty.
I quietly stepped off the box and started walking back to my group reveling in what I'd just seen when this hand grabbed my shoulder. "Hey Ryan". I turned to look and it was Ian, completely naked except for a chain whistle around his neck. "Did you see everything you wanted to back there"? He asked with a huge smirk on his face.
I froze, and my face turned beet red. "Ryan, it's okay man. Guys jerk off -- not usually in public, but you caught me red-handed so to speak". I could laugh only a little bit because I felt so guilty for watching him. "For God sake man, lighten up. This camp is for guys to really get to know each other, and find good friends that you'll have in your life for a long time. I know for some guys it's a little embarrassing to be hanging out naked with other guys..."
"No, that's not it. I don't really care about that. I think that once everyone gets used to each other, we'll be pretty open ....and I don't really care that you're naked. I just....well... I just thought it was kind of cool to watch another guy...well... jerk off".
"Ryan, I have a confession to make. I saw you the first time your head popped up at the window, and then I didn't see you again. By then, I was right in the middle of it and didn't want to stop so I finished up. Anyway, it's okay. I know you like looking at my penis and it's okay. Is there anything you want to know"?
I got red again. "Ian, I don't think I'm gay or anything, it's just that, I've never been able to just stare at a guy's `cock' (I whispered) and it's kind of neat".
"Do you think you're the only guy around here that does that? Take a look around, and wait until the other counselors start strutting their stuff. Everyone looks and compares dick sizes and development. It's only natural. In awhile, it'll be second nature and you won't even think about it -- well, until you meet up with your bosom buddy -- but you'll learn more about that later. In the meantime, you can look at my cock as often as you want; I really don't care. No touching though -- or I could get into lots of trouble".
Defending my boyhood and straightness I guffawed, "Well I wouldn't want to touch it anyway. Cheez".
He laughed, and put his arm around my shoulder as we walked back to camp. I kept my head down so I could watch that penis of his giggle around as we came back to the group.
When I got to the clearing in the woods, I noticed that half the guys were completely naked lying back on the grass, or sitting cross-legged as our instructor was giving pointers on leadership. I kept my shorts on, but leaned back on my elbows thinking this was going to be a great month.
I was a fairly congenial guy and found more contentment in know lots of guys rather than teaming up with only one person. The only person I seemed to have more of a comradeship with was Ian. We'd hook up regularly for chats about life at school and home, girls, friends, sex and traveling. One afternoon during our "free time" I decided to go for a hike along the cliffs, overlooking the river. I had asked a few guys and no one really wanted to go, so I started on my own. Within a few minutes I heard someone rushing up behind me. When I turned to find Ian, I was secretly delighted. We were both dressed in shorts, t-shirts and sandals, and walked quietly over the leaves and moss and dirt paths that were before us. We didn't talk much, but felt very comfortable with each other and would trade a few jokes back and forth throughout our hour-long walk.
The next day we were told that each cabin group must prepare something for a talent show, and that the counselor for each cabin would also be participating. We had two days to put something together, and would perform it the following day. That morning, we all just hung out in the cabin, on the beds, on the floor, throwing out some ideas until everyone agreed. Someone suggested that we do that traditional shtick where the guys wear barrels or huge hats over their heads, leaving their belly buttons to do the singing. By the time we ended up with our version, we were going to make huge hats that went down to our navels, but then we'd draw huge eyes on our abs; our dicks would be the noses, and we'd hang a mouth with elastic from our penis. We were laughing so hard at the possibilities that we suddenly had too many jokes and songs that would work. So, while a few guys worked on the script, I volunteered to work on the hat and mouth design. Ian chimed in that he'd be the guinea pig. That afternoon, we started working on one hat design, plus a huge flexible mouth that when bouncing up and down would open and shut.
It was time to try it out, which was Ian's cue to strip out of his shorts and get into his costume. I fastened the hat to him, which covered his torso, leaving his abs, crotch and legs naked. I got down on my knees with face paints and started to draw the eyes on his abs when my chin accidentally brushed against his penis. I looked down, and realized how comfortable I'd become with Ian and all the naked guys around here. I stopped to stare for a moment and realized I was a pretty lucky guy. "Everything okay down there" he asked. I told him I was just looking. I could have sworn his cock grew an inch after that and for some strange reason; I wanted to move in and press against it.
Using my artwork as an excuse, I moved forward to draw the eyelashes and deliberately let my cheek rest against his penis. I didn't press it too hard, but on and off. I enjoyed being close to him and he made no negative reaction so I continued, this time moving away, brushing my nose over his pubes and cock. I leaned back, "There. The eyes are done and look great. Now let me hook this nose on your dick and....(I took my time making sure I had the opportunity to touch his penis) voila! Now jump up and down a little and let's see how that mouth works". He started to move and his cock jiggled, and flopped around making it look absolutely hilarious. I called the other guys over and we all had a good laugh. One guy down, 8 to go. I had the opportunity to draw the eyes on every one of the guy's abdomens, and because of it, had a close-up view of every guy's dick. About three of them got so excited about the sensation of the eyes on their abs that they sprung boners in a second. It was kind of cool to have a few hard cocks resting against my cheek while I finished my drawings. When we started to rehearse it was a complete focus on the penis. How could we make them move to be the funniest, and realistic? It was decided that Ian would be the lead singer as his cock was the biggest, and he was by far the most mature, although the rest of us were doing quite nicely. Joey, the guy who was just starting to develop, got all the falsetto parts in the recording and was a big hit.
Needless to say, we won the talent show hands down, and as a reward were given a night out at a burger joint not to far from the camp. We had a blast and everyone felt much closer. You know when you spend two days focusing on your friend's dicks -- even for fun -- things change. You aren't afraid to get close to a guy, and there's no problem if you accidentally touch the guy's penis, or put your head on his lap, stomach or legs. His dick is close, but it's just part of him. Sometimes during the summer, we found ourselves actually talking about our penises -- sizes, bushes, piss slits. It was pretty cool.
We had spent a great summer together, which was coming to an end, and we were all feeling a little sad. Our last night together, we all stood in one huge circle around the camp fire; some guys naked and others partially clothed, but we sang some song about making good friends and saying goodbye. It was a little corny, but a sad moment. We'd all had fun with sports and competitions, plus some drama and painting. It was a great time just to be myself.
Some guys appeared to have made bosom buddies, but others -- like me -- had made a bunch of friends. Ian and I seemed to connect in a different way, and I know I would miss him a lot, but we promised we'd keep in touch. I'd heard that one before, but this time I hoped it would really work. The last night in the cabin, we stayed up most of the night reminiscing, joking and talking about what we were returning to. For the first time, we were all nude and it felt really comfortable. Before we said goodnight, we all hugged each other, very conscious that our dicks didn't touch, however, when I got to Ian. I hugged him tight pressing my entire body up against his. We had a connection, and I wasn't sure what it was yet, but knew it was there. .
On the drive home the next day with Adam, Greg and my dad, we talked non-stop about the camp, but we didn't mention the "clothing-optional" dress code. However, Greg brought it up half apologizing for not letting us know about that part of the camp. "I'm glad you didn't". (Adam agreed with me) "I think it would have been a little nerve wracking knowing that this was a nudist camp".
"But it wasn't", Adam said. "We could let it all hang out if we wanted, but it was cool if you didn't want to".
"So how did you guys react to the dress code"? my dad asked.
Adam replied, "Well, I was Mr. Nudieboy most of the time, but Ryan tended to keep himself at least half covered...but that was cool".
Before a long period of satisfactory silence, my dad said to the two of us, "You guys should appreciate the freedom you had this last month. It won't happen again for awhile, but I'm sure you'll have great memories".
Adam and I sat back in the seat feeling the pleasant exhaustion of staying up so late the night before.
It was a summer we wouldn't soon forget.
PART 2
It was about a month before I got a letter from Ian, with two pictures. One was of all the guys together in the cabin, and the other was of him and I -- except he was naked and I was clothed. There was a sticky note attached stating, "Please don't pin this up on your bulletin board. It's for your eyes only".
I smiled with a head full of good memories and good feelings for this guy, and tucked the photo away in a note book. In his letter he suggested I come up and visit him sometime, but I wasn't totally sure if he was serious.
Over the next year and a half, he and I wrote back and forth, with short info letters talking about marks in school, friends, girl friends, and some references to sex. He now had a steady girl friend that he had been with for about 8 months, and I was dating different young women, but had yet to have my first fuck. I'd fooled around; had a few hand-jobs, exchanged in oral sex -- more me with them. My cock was sucked, but I didn't get a blow job. So our letters were brief but informative, and it was good that we continued to connect.
Anyway, when I was 18, I got a phone call from Ian in the middle of our Thanksgiving dinner, wondering what I was doing during Christmas holidays. When I told him I had no plans, he wondered if I wanted to come up and see him for a few days. I had been planning to go to his college to look around anyway, and thought it would be a perfect time to check things out, seeing if I wanted to go there the next year.
I actually got really excited about the trip, and in a month, I hopped on a bus to meet my good buddy. He met me at the station and ran towards each other hugging our bodies and messing up hair. It was great! The same spirit that was there during the summer camp still existed between us.
We talked a mile-a-minute until we got to his frat house. Some of the guys had gone home for the holidays, but probably one third of them had stayed around. Walking into the building was exciting and liberating. First there was the front entrance, with huge wooded locked doors leading into another small foyer, with another set of large heavy wooden doors leading somewhere else. A voice came over the speaker, "Hey Ian -- come on in", followed by a buzzer and Ian pushing the door open. I glanced back to see a camera fixed on the ceiling, which was how they knew Ian and I were there.
My first glance was of total amazement followed by familiarity. There were a few guys watching TV, some reading, some playing foosball, but -- you guess it -- some of them were nude, and some were clothed. It was a clothing optional frat, but I would soon learn that it was more than that.
Ian brought me over and started introducing me to his friends and brothers. They were all great and made me feel right at home. Then he took me up to his room and helped to get me settled in followed by an orientation of the place.
"So, do you want to grab something to eat here, or go out for a bite?" he asked. I chose to stay in to get a better feel for this place and the guys who lived inside.
While we were sitting on my bed chatting, one of the other brothers came prancing into the room naked as a jaybird. He and Ian did a high five, when he offered his hand to me. While I shook it he plopped his one foot up on the bed exposing his thick dick and balls for my feasting eyes. "I assume that Ian's already told you about the dress code around here". I nodded and smiled. "You'll see that I like to wear mostly NOTHING" he laughed thrusting his pelvis toward my face making his penis flop up and down a couple of times.
I laughed at this gregarious guy and told him it didn't bother me at all. "So why don't you guys join me" he asked. I looked at Ian, and we expressed a silent expression that said, "why not".
Now, Steve sat on the bed while Ian and I started to strip down. Ian was quick, while I was a little reserved. By the time I got down to my boxers, both guys were sitting on the bed as if waiting for a surprise package. I took a deep breath and pulled the shorts down, trying to make light conversation with both of them. In a second, Steve reached out and felt my cock and bag. "Looks good there Ry, but I still think I got everybody here beat in thickness anyway". He grabbed his own cock showing off it's girth until Ian knocked him over onto the bed and told him to quit his bragging.
We left the room buck naked and headed down to the kitchen. During the holidays it was a free-for-all. When I descended the stairs, I got some cheers and applause from the other guys who were glad I joined them in their natural state. It really didn't bother me anymore, so I wasn't embarrassed at all. That camp had cured me.
We found out that someone had ordered a ton of pizzas so we were invited to join in the meal. So, there we sat; about 18 guys watching tv, eating pizza and yapping about anything and everything. I had no idea how my life would change that night.
Around midnight, we headed to our respective rooms for the night. When ascending the stairs I was behind Steve who took his time with his wide strides so I could take a good look at his huge balls and thick cock hanging down between his legs. He was, without question, the ultimate exhibitionist. I turned back to look at Ian who laughed knowing exactly what I was thinking. At the top of the stairs, Steve turned around and stopped suddenly making me bump into him -- cock against cock, and Ian bumping against me -- cock against ass. Steve looked down at our two cocks together when I stepped back. "So, what do you think?" he asked.
"Okay, Okay you're a big guy" I laughed.
"Yep. It's a real mouthful that's for sure," he said slyly.
"Well, I wouldn't know about that," I said.
"Trust me," Ian said, "it's a real mouthful". The two guys laughed as we entered Ian's room. I noticed that Ian had one large bed. I'm not sure why I hadn't noticed before; maybe I thought that there was another room or something, or another cot, or that I'd be offered my own room, but somehow it didn't seem to matter.
We did our bathroom routine then sat down on the bed. Suddenly, I was aware of my nakedness. I had no problem walking around nude with other guys, but getting into a bed with another naked guy was different. I felt so close to Ian, and yet, I was feeling uncomfortable crawling into bed with the guy. Maybe it was that last comment he made to Steve that got my mind wondering what he meant by it.
As we lie there awake under the covers, I felt compelled to ask him what he meant when he said that Steve was a mouthful. When I asked him, Ian turned on his side facing me. "You really want to know?" he asked quietly. I nodded that I did. "Well, one night after quite a bit of drinking we were all hanging out downstairs. We started talking about cock size and the next thing I know, we're all standing up measuring the length of each other's soft cocks.
Needless to say, a few of the guys were sporting hardons, and we decided to measure our hard dicks by girth and length. Well, Rob -- a guy who's not here tonight won hands down in the length department, but Steve got the girth award. Then Steve yelled out...'I'll bet any guy $50 that they can't swallow this whole thing'. At first everyone just started jeering at him, but when he raised it to $100, almost everyone was ready for the action, but in the end, only a few of us tried. Guess who won? ME. I didn't suck him off or anything, I just had to get the whole thing in my mouth and hold it there for 30 seconds. For some reason it was easy, and I didn't really care -- and I got $100. There are a few good buddies around here that get each other off every once in a while, and it's all cool. Hey, your dad had a good buddy here didn't he? (I nodded yes with an obvious look of `what are you getting at')
Years ago, the guys here were pretty liberal. They were pretty open with each other anytime and anywhere -- my uncle told me. But now, it's only close friends, and we stick to handjobs and blowjobs."
I was flabbergasted. "Do you mean that all you guys...do each other around here and nobody cares?" "Not all the guys do it; just bosom buddies." (I'd heard that term before from my dad) "Nobody really cares and besides, if you do it, it's usually with someone you know you can trust and be best friends with for the rest of your life. We aren't lovers or anything; we just help each other get off if we're horny. It's like the clothing thing; some guys are comfortable with it, and others aren't. But everyone here has done something with another guy at least once. We all still have our girlfriends, but there are times when you're just real horny and want to get off -- and every guy loves a blow job. So, we just help each other out. (There was a pause) How about you. Have you done anything with another guy?"
"No" I could say immediately. " The closest I've every been to a guy's prick was....well, I guess was yours at camp a couple of years ago."
"Wow! Well, you're only 18, so there's lots of time -- if you're ever interested. Listen, you think about it, and if you're interested you let me know tomorrow and we can get started on your first session. But don't worry. I'll break you in with a demonstration so it doesn't overpower you in one minute.
Just think about it. There's no pressure and whatever you decide is fine."
I lay there wide awake for the next hour or so. I admit I was wondering what it would be like to have a penis in my mouth -- hopefully Ian's. And, I wondered what kind of lesson it would be. Finally I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, Ian was standing beside me drying off after his shower. That beautiful penis of his was right beside my face -- on purpose I suppose -- when he smiled a very friendly good morning.
"Time to get up" he said pulling off my covers revealing my morning bone. "And good morning to you" he said directly to my penis. He reached over and wrapped his hand around the base of my cock. "Now that's a real HANDful" he said referring to the mouthful statement last night. He kept his hand on my penis while he discussed the day's activities starting at the ski hill. "Now, why don't you shower up and join us downstairs. We'll be leaving in half an hour....and leave this thing alone or you won't be ready in time" he said slapping my cock. I winced at the slight pain, and hopped out of bed.
"Oh..um..Ian." He turned. "About your offer last night. I think I'd like to observe or whatever....session number 1....whatever that means".
"Cool" he said. "I'll set it up for later tonight, and don't worry about it. It'll be fine".
While Ian dressed, I showered and got ready for a fun day of skiing. All eight of us ended up at a burger joint and scoffed down way too much food and beer, but it was good to feel part of the group. When half the group went to the washroom, Grant came over and sat down beside me. He moved his chair so we were shoulder to shoulder and he said -- almost under his breath -- "I hear you're getting your first session tonight....with Ian"?
I almost spit out my beer. "How did you know?"
"Hey man, we're a fraternity. We know everything about each other. Don't worry Ryan. Ian's a good teacher. You'll like him...and besides, I think I'm going to be helping out a little". He winked, then he got up and sat back in his original seat. Grant was probably the tallest of anyone at the fraternity, with a real clean-cut-next-door-neighbor-look.
In a few minutes, we were heading home in the van belting out old drinking ditties, and making up some of our own. When we got back to the house, some guys checked out to meet with other friends; some guys went to their rooms; and others plopped down on chairs, floor and couches to watch TV.
I felt this hand on my shoulder and knew it was Ian. "Well, are you ready for lesson #1?" I hesitated and nodded okay when he grabbed both my shoulders and gave me a quick deep massage. "It'll be fine; don't worry". Then he motioned for Grant to join us.
Suddenly there were cheers and taunts like "Don't have too much fun" or "You lucky stiff, I wish it was me" or "just take a deep breath and swallow". Ian smiled back, "Give him a break guys. It's his first time". Suddenly everyone was wishing me luck and telling me to have a good time. I didn't know what to expect.
When I walked into the room, Ian and Grant were sitting on the bed fully clothed. "Now look Ryan, if you don't want to go through with this you don't have to. But, I think you'll have fun and you'll learn a new skill that'll please your best buddy for years to come".
"It's okay" I said. "I think I'm ready".
Ian said, "Okay, here are the rules for lesson #1. If you feel uncomfortable at any time just stop and we'll postpone it for another time, okay? (I nodded) I'm going to teach you how to give a guy one hell of a blowjob. We're going to use Grant as the model `cause he's got a great cock, and lots of control -- and he's a nice guy".
"But I thought I'd be sucking you...er..."
"Well, I'm the teacher tonight so I want to be able to guide you through it and help you enjoy it. You and I will have our day, don't worry" he massaged my shoulder with his one hand.
Grant asked if we were ready, and when we both said yes, he stood up and started to remove his shoes and socks. I looked up and noticed that the door had been left ajar. Being as nervous as I was, I jumped up and ran to the door and locked it. Both guys laughed as I came back to the bed wiping my brow.
Grant then slipped off his pants and draped them over the back of the chair, leaving him in his white briefs. Without looking at me, he slowly slipped his briefs down over his pubes and ever so slowly pushed them down over his penis. He stepped out of his briefs and lay them along side his pants. Before me stood a beautifully proportioned circumcised penis, resting over a good sized set of balls with lots of light brown pubes. Beneath were very muscular, lightly hairy legs and huge feet. I stared.
"Pretty cool to be able to get this close to another guy's dick isn't it"? Grant said.
Ian said, "Okay Ryan. You and I both have dicks, and we know what feels good for us, but before you can get to know another guy's most private area, you've gotta take some time and assess the package. Sniff around, touch it, feel it's thickness. Always remember how sensitive your own is, and you won't hurt his".
I grabbed his thighs, and brought him toward me. I leaned forward and let my nose brush against his pubes. I had been at this place with Ian a couple of years earlier. "Now, take a deep breath and breathe in his scent."
I brought him closer to me and while I let my nose brush through his pubes and over his penis, I breathed in -- deeply. Grant put his hand to my chin and lifted my face up. He smiled and asked if I was okay. I replied by licking his penis and moving down onto his testicles. Suddenly Ian's face appeared beside mine, and he pulled my head back whispering, "Only the nose first. Smell that huge cock. Get into those pubes. Smell between his legs."
Grant stepped backward and sat down in the comfy chair, draping one leg over the side of the chair. In his deep rich voice, he called me over. "Ryan, this will be easier for you. Sniff and smell anywhere you want. That's what tonight is for".
Ian came over with a pillow for my knees. "You'll be down here for awhile, so take advantage of the pillow."
I crawled in between his thick legs and decided to zero in on the area below his bag. No wonder they use this guy as the main model, I thought. I can't believe how amazing this smells. Do I smell like this? Why wouldn't any chick want to be doing this? It's hot. For about 10 more minutes I just sniffed his bag, his bush, and even moved his dick around sniffing every inch of that.
Every once in awhile, I looked up and he just sat there with this huge Cheshire cat grin. I found myself becoming quite comfortable and intoxicated feeling and smelling the light hairs of his pubes brushing against my face.
Ian's face appeared beside mine again, resting on Grant's thigh. "So, its not all bad, is it" he asked. I propped myself up, turned around and leaned back against Grant's leg.
"You know, I never really thought about having sex with another guy. I mean, it was cool watching you jerk off at the camp, but after that month, I felt liberalized. Do you know what I mean; like it didn't matter if I was close to a guy's naked body or not. And this is just a really cool way of finding out what it's like being with another guy. And Grant, I can't believe you're not hard as a rock. I'm ready to burst through my jeans here".
"Ryan, it feels great! It's like a gentle massage, and believe me, I'm thinking of lots of things to keep me from fucking your face right now" he blurted out.
I looked up in surprise. "Sorry man. You wouldn't believe how horny this makes me".
"Okay Ryan, now that you're used to the smell and the size of his penis, let's get cracking on making it good and hard. We're going to start with that fat head of his." Grant got up and asked us to move to the bed. I watched his every step, looking at that huge cock swinging back and forth. Suddenly I couldn't wait to suck on it. Grant leaned back on his elbows so he could watch what was going on.
"So first, we want to get it all slicked up like this". He bent over Grant's dick and took the whole cock in his mouth making it all wet and shiny, then handed it over to me. I grabbed the hairy base and engulfed the whole cock. It was incredible and I just kept it there making sounds like I was eating the best chocolate cheesecake in the world. "Hey Mikey, he likes it. He really likes it" quipped Grant mimicking the cereal commercial. The three of us started to laugh when Grant lifted my head off his dick.
"Okay man, you have to start working the head. It feels fantastic, and actually, if you play only with the head, you'll have a load in your mouth faster than you can say `cocksucker'. And now sir, you're going to have to strip. The best way to show you how it feels is for me to do the same thing to you as you're going to do to him". I told him I was almost ready to cream, but he said not to worry, that I'd be up and ready for more in a few minutes. I stood up and stripped off my pants and shorts, revealing a monster hard-on just oozing with pre-cum. Then I crawled back on the bed, in between Grant's legs, while Ian made himself comfortable between mine.
From this point on, we played mirror. He started to circle his tongue around my slit, and I did the same to Grant. He licked and flicked the tip, while I did the same, but on the first suck of my cock, I engulfed as much of Grant's dick as I could and started to cum in Ian's mouth. I couldn't help it, but I couldn't hold it back any more. I looked down and saw Ian licking his lips, then suddenly burst out laughing. "Well that was one hellofa surprise".
"Sorry man" I said, "I just couldn't help it".
"No problem, just wait till you get to taste Grant's semen. You'll love it".
I was becoming overwhelmed with this huge cock that had grown hard in my mouth. I had slicked it up with my saliva, and was starting to get the hang of it all. If I moved my lips down his shaft, Ian would do the same to me so I knew exactly what Grant was feeling. After about 15 minutes, I decided to explore his balls and started kissing and sucking them into my mouth. When Ian did the same to me, I almost came for the 2nd time, but pulled off for a minute. By this time, Grant was so hard and the expression on his face was changing. I took hold of his cock and started licking just the piss slit, taking up some of the precum that had gathered there. It tasted just like mine -- finally -- a familiar taste. Just then, Ian grabbed my arm and pulled me away.
"Grant, how do you want to finish up? Like we are, or standing up or what?"
He responded by asking me if I would mind if he fucked my face he was so horny and was tired of just lying back. I told him I was really horny too, so we agreed to my first face fuck.
He got up off the bed and stood up spreading his legs a little. His cock was just huge, and he was all sweaty. As I slid off the bed, he took my head and lined my mouth up with his cock. "Okay Ryan, this probably won't take long.
Just keep sucking and I'm going to ram this cock of mine in and out of your mouth. Let it slide down the back of your tongue and when you swallow deep, breathe in through your mouth. That way you won't choke. Just try it once"
He eagerly let his cock slide into my mouth and down my throat and kept it there. It seemed to be fine and when I breathed in it was great. I didn't have a problem at all. "I think this guy's a natural" Grant laughed. Okay, let's take it away.
He started to thrust first nice and slow, and then faster and faster. I kept looking up at him, still not believing I was sucking on cock with my closest friend watching. His bag was bouncing around, sometimes slapping my chin but I loved it. I was determined to swallow his semen no matter how it tasted and wanted to make him feel good.
Grant grabbed the back of my head and pulled me hard into his crotch so my nose was buried in his bush. It smelled different now, but man it was sexy. He held on to the sides of my head and started to drive it on home. I took every inch, and just as I got into his rhythm, Ian started sucking on my cock again. He kept up the same rhythm and then I heard the words, "here it comes" and my mouth was filled with cum. I engulfed more of his penis, and more semen shot down my throat, then my mouth. I grabbed his ass and pulled him hard into my face and held him there. His body kept jerking small jets of cum and I found I really liked the entire scene. At that moment, oblivious to the fact that Ian had his mouth around my dick, I started to cum again, but this time got to watch the expert swallow my dick and my semen.
Grant fell back on the bed, I fell on top of him and continued to lick his soft penis and balls not wanting them out of my sight.
"Fuck man, you are one fast learner. That was incredible. You can suck on this thing anytime". At the end, I hadn't really even paid attention to the fact that I received two blow-jobs that night as I had been concentrating on pleasing Grant.
I lay back on the bed alongside Grant and Ian, thinking I had just lived through a fantasy.
"Anyone else up for a beer", Grant asked. We all got up off the bed, still in a daze and walked downstairs. He had his red t-shirt on, I had on my blue fleece jacket, and Ian was completely dressed. As we passed a few guys in the lounge, we started to get cheers of celebration. I was exhausted, but would have gone through it again in a second. When he opened the fridge to grab a beer, he grabbed me by the head and pushed me back on my knees. "Just a few seconds more man -- you are so good". He slipped his soft cock back in my mouth as he swiveled his hips pushing my face into his hair. With his cock still in my mouth, he opened his beer and poured a little on his penis so some went in my mouth. "It looks good in your mouth man. You know what to do with it man -- just wait until the end of the week".
I stood up, grabbed a beer, and the three of us cheered - "To great Cocksucking". Everyone in the room joined in the cheer.
At that point, I wouldn't have traded places with anyone. We finished our beers and I knew I had to go to sleep. The three of us went upstairs, where Grant had to get his clothes out of my room. When he bent over to get his underwear, I couldn't help notice that huge dick of his hanging down between his legs with his big hairy balls as backup. I reached in through his legs and started pulling his cock. In seconds he was at full erection when he turned around. "Hey Ryan, one big rule of this house that you always finish what you start". He threw me back on the bed and straddled my face. "This is lesson number two; a face fuck from above.
He dragged his balls up and started dropping them on different parts of my face. He started talking dirty. "Hey you like my big fat cock don't you? Smells good doesn't it? You want that big hairy dick back in your mouth? Come on, tell me you want it." That now familiar cock was draped across my lips and nose ready for a good sucking.
" Okay, okay. I love the taste, the smell of your big hairy cock. Let me suck it again!"
I opened up, and he shoved it in. I reached around and hung on to his strong thighs as they thrust his penis into my mouth. Ian just lay beside us watching the action. "Hey Ian. Does this look familiar"? Grant asked.
"Don't worry, I'll get my share once the kid's gone".
"The kid. The kid?" I tried to say with my mouth full....
"Shuddup and eat me you great little cocksucker". He thrust hard and fast and in a couple of minutes shot more of his semen into me, then collapsed with his pubes in my nose; his now softening penis in my mouth. I was in heaven. I felt like a man. The three of us fell asleep and woke up the next morning -- extremely content.
The three of us got up and got dressed for another day of skiing.
Ian asked me if I thought I'd be up for lesson 2 and 3 tonight. I pulled a couple of Grant's pubes from my mouth and said, "If it's with you and Grant again -- you're on!"
"Well, Grant was keeping tonight open just in case, but if everything goes okay tonight, tomorrow, it'll be just you and me."
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