Summer Night Heat

I had been masturbating for quite a while by the time I was in my middle teens. The orgasms were dry at first, then one day the really good feeling that accompanied the twitching dick and trembling legs resulted in lines of white goo on the floor in front of the bathroom toilet. Stroking my cock three to four times a day was pretty much the norm and I didn't limit my activity to the privacy of house. I would find secluded places in the gully at the end of our street, pull down my basketball shorts and briefs then pump myself until my hips were thrusting, fucking the air, and shooting sperm on various plant leaves and tree trunks. Girls and women were the subject of my fantasies and, yes, I had imagined screwing or having sex with every female that lived on my street. It was a bit of a surprise to me when one summer day an older boy, by two or so years, that lived down the street named Chester, spent the whole day courting me by talking about girls, and sex, and showing me the long lump in his pants, and talking more sex. My mom was watching and didn't like the low talking and darting eyes so she shooed him away suspecting something was going on. I was a bit embarrassed but soon got over it and sexed myself up thinking about Mary my next door neighbor. Up until then it never occurred to me to see what another hard cock looked like. My best friend named Ross lived across the street. He was a year older and had enough Italian in him to have a look the girls really liked and all of the extra facial hair to go with it. He got permission for us to sleep out in his back yard just as summer was waning and back to school right around the corner. The day leading up to the Saturday night camp out was filled with descriptions of female anatomy. This really got me in a lather because I'd never seen the promised land and only imagined it. And there was more girl sex talk and plans made for the evening. Night finally came. There we were telling jokes and cutting up as usual. I was really horned up from all of the talk about girls and sex earlier. I noticed he would look out of the tent occasionally and I thought it weird at the time but he was watching for the upstairs light in his house to go out signaling that his parents had gone to bed. Once all was clear he stuck his head back in started to undress. When I asked, a bit shocked, as to what he was doing he just chuckled and said he was getting ready for bed. Off came the socks and shirt and then he asked if I was going to "stay like THAT all night". I said "no" and started to undress myself. I was rock hard from my mind being filled with what I thought tits looked like after they were described to me. I was rock hard remembering his description of how a girl had stroked his dick. I kept my back to him the best I could while undressing - embarrassed again - and when I turned he was on his knees and was peeling his shorts down his thighs. He straightened himself and when he did I could see the rim of the crown of his cock head clearly defined against the fabric of his briefs. The shaft angled sideways away from the center of his crotch until the head was trapped by the elastic band. My cock was throbbing and I could feel I was leaking copius amounts of precum. Sex was everywhere in the muggy, breezeless air of the tent. I sheepishly pulled my shorts off. Looking down I could see my cock straight up and bulging forward because the head was trapped under the band of my briefs. He looked and saw the rather large wet spot and asked if I had cum. I said it always leaked like that so he asked me if he could see it. My brain was shouting "NO WAY, NO WAY" but my cock kept pounding to get out of its' captivity. I refused but secretly I wanted to see what his looked like. He was quite the picture, cock notwithstanding: lean, athletic, olive skinned, no blemishes, chest hair, with oval brownish nipples. I was lean (no gut) but not athletic with only a light sprinkling of finer chest hair. My nipples were small, and round - -and FULLY ERECT! He decided to show me his cock any way. Pulling on the band the head popped up but lay heavy against the elastic. I watched it bounce and wiggle as he maneuvered his briefs off. He pulled a pubic hair off the head by cupping his hand over it and pulling forward. Had he continued stroking I would have quickly joined him. It was magnificent. Longer and fatter than mine, cut, slightly bent, with a triangular shaft, it jerked upward with his every heart beat. His head was pointy with very deep bulbs ahead of the frenulum delta. My cock was pounding almost like orgasm spasms and it felt big and heavy in my briefs. He asked if he could see it now but I was still hesitant. He offered to take my briefs off for me and for some reason that seemed okay and I agreed. Following his directions I was soon naked, on my back, and with my pre-soaked cock head dancing like his. We talked a little bit about what just happened and I let him know he was quite impressive. I wanted to start cranking off in the worst way but I resisted fearing embarrassment again. He said liked my balls. Mine were bigger and I was happy that I had something bigger than him. A slow drip of pre was inching toward my sleeping bag as I lie on my side with my wiggling cock thrust out like a diving board. He watched it curiously as the drop meandered down. I was looking at his shiny, hard, and bone dry at the opening monster thumping against his belly. He said he wanted to do to me like his girlfriend did to him. Brain again. "NO,NO, wait . . . get more data" Good looking, lean, built, rigid, throbbing "cock-to-die-for" (what a picture), all of that subliminal sex juice floating in the air, and he wants to jack off my aching, soaked cock. I slid forward and opened my legs. The instant his fingers touched my cut, bell-shaped head and oval shaft to wipe off all the precum a bolt went all the way through my horny body. He was very mechanical and clumsy about it and I wondered why. I found out later that he didn't masturbate. First timer or not it wasn't long before I threw my head back, felt my cock pulse, and felt warm cum hit my pec up near my right shoulder, all while my legs were shuddering. My cock pulsed about 10 times painting my abdomen and chest with lines and globs of pearly white cum. He asked if I was okay because of the leg shaking and I told him that was something else that always happened. A few quiet minutes later, and with him maneuvering to be on his back it was obvious it was my turn. It hugged his body. I pulled it up and let go to hear a heavy slap and thud against his abdomen. It was warm, thick, and velvety. Slipping my hand between the top side of it and his thick pubic hair, I rode my hand up from the base past the deep crown closing my fingers around it slowly all the way up. I wasn't an expert at sex I was just star struck by the length, look, smell, and feel of it in my hand. With my fingers I probed the valley under the bulbs on either side of the delta. As I ran my finger tip down the soft tissue lump on the bottom side of the shaft I got hard again. When I got to the end of the shaft on the bottom side I started to tactfully pump it. Many minutes passed. I tried all of my jack off tricks on it and it just wouldn't cum. Subconsciously I must've wanted this to last. I was jacking myself vicariously with his big cock. It took me a while experimenting with different stroking rates but he finally grunted, twitched, and out oozed thick globs of yellowish cum. He didn't shoot like I did and his legs didn't shudder either. I'd have to say I put on a better orgasm show. So I assumed the position for him to do me again and it was apparent he had lost interest after he came. After I could hear him snoring I jerked my sticky cum coated self to a replay of what happened earlier.