True story that happened to me recently. This is part one, which happened several years ago. The next part will discuss what happened this summer.
I graduated this spring, so this summer was the final year I could go to Camp Sandy Cove. The camp was so named for its location along a wide, lake-like bend in a river, with sandy beaches all along one side and towering cliffs on the other. The camp is not very large, about 20 kids each session, six or seven of them boys. The kids mostly came just from our area, so I knew almost everyone.
There's a tradition at high school camp going back at least to when our counselors were high schoolers. Every year, the last night, everyone stays up late and hangs out in the meadow watching the stars, talking, playing frisbee, and having a really great time. Everyone goes back to their cabins around midnight, but for the guys, the fun is just starting.
My first year at Camp Sandy Cove, the summer before freshman year, it went like this. We were all back in the cabin getting ready for bed. Most of us were freshman, so we didn't have any premonition that anything was about to happen. Then, the counselor and the older guys all gathered around the door. Most of us got up to see where we were going. They told us to put on socks and shoes (most of us had already taken them off). When we were all ready, we went out the door. There were about ten of us, including the counselor. We followed them accross the meadow to a shed near the beach. The cabins (including the girls cabin) were in view from where we were standing. Although the moon lit up the area, there were shadows enough that you wouldn't be able to make out details from the cabins. It was a balmy Arkansas summer night, so no one was cold in just their shorts and tshirt.
We all asked what was going on, but no one seemed to know, and the counselors and older guys wouldn't tell. We stepped behind the shed, out of view of the cabins.
"Okay," the counselor said. He and the older guys all started pulling off their shirts. We younger guys started to follow tentatively. I was staring at one of the seniors, a really hot guy named Nick, who as I now saw had muscles even more amazing than his tight tshirts let onto. Then he said, "We're going on a naked run. It's alright, go ahead and take off your clothes, no one's gonna make fun of you."
We did so, now less hesitant, each of us leaving a pile of clothes on the ground. I was pretty self concious, so I took along my shorts in my hand. "Ready?" the counselor asked. We didn't have to answer. We ran out from behind the shed and along the road leading to the beach, dicks swinging merrily. We ran until we came to the beach then turned right to run along the length of the beach. Five or ten minutes later, we all stopped, many of us breathless. We stood in sort of a circle, and I saw in Nick's hand the big green bottle with the red cap that we'd all come to love that week--GOLD BOND.
All the while, I was staring at Nick's perfect crotch. It was too dark to know for sure, but I guessed there was a lot of that going on. Nick had perfectly symmetrical thick patch of jet-black curly hair that formed a shield shape from his pubes down to his balls, and creeping up around toward the front of his legs. His beautiful dick lay perfectly along the center of this field of black, thick and uncurcumcised, perfectly round, and filled out with a boner just beginning, not a wrinkle on the thing. His foreskin ended just past his glans, making a round ends just barely puckering to invite exploration.
Nick got a palmful of Gold Bond and put it all over his balls and dick. The falling powder sparkled in the moonlight. He passed it around the circle. When it got to me, I had to let my shorts go to have both hands. All self-conciousness was gone, and when I had passed the Gold Bond to the next guy, I picked up my shorts, but just held them at my side, not over my crotch. When our crotches were all sufficiently cool and tingly, we ran back down the beach, the breeze intensifying the effect. We turned at the road, and ran back behind the shed where we all pulled on our shorts. We just carried our boxers and shirts in our hands. We walked back to the cabin and went to bed, all of us just taking off our shorts, socks, and shoes, applying another dose of Gold Bond, and climbing into our sleeping bags naked. We slept so well that night, and there was no shortage of rocking, creaking bunk beds that night!
We did that every year. It was always a little bit different, but this year was the best of all. Can't wait to give you PART TWO, hopefully very soon.