4-H Camp Fun

At age 16 I really enjoyed attending 4-H Camp.  What was not to like?  40 or 50 teenagers, a few counselors and lots  of activities.  Archery, canoeing, swimming – I loved them all!

But a friend introduced me to a new activity that I loved even more.

On the last night of the week-long camp, after lights-out and most of the boys in our cabin were fast asleep, my new friend Ed and I found ourselves to be the only ones who couldn’t sleep.  Ed, who was in the cot next to mine, was a few months older than me, with a tall, wiry body.  Ed suggested we play poker on my bed.  That sounded like fun, I said.

Ed slipped out of his sleeping bag, grabbed a deck of cards, and sat on my bed.  The only clothes he wore were a white t-shirt and white briefs.  I had a regular pajama set on – short pants and a short-sleeved t-shirt.  Ed handed me the cards and told me to deal.

We played a few hands of five-card poker, which wasn’t much fun as we had nothing which with to bet.  “Why don’t we make this more interesting and play strip poker,” Ed suggested. 

The idea got me a bit excited, even slightly aroused.  I could feel my dick start to thicken up. Okay, I replied.  Whichever of us loses has to strip off something.

The first hand was won by Ed.  I took of my t-shirt, exposing my 16-year-old, hairless chest.  Living and working on a farm, I had built up some muscles and had had a lot of sun during the summer.  I wasn’t Charles Atlas but at least I had a good tan.

“Nice tan,” said Ed. He dealt another hand.

Ed lost the next two hands.  His chest had wiry, reddish hair, and his cock – well, compared to mine his cock was huge.  It hung in front of two huge balls supported in a relaxed sack.  His pubic hair was red and wild-looking.  He saw me staring at his package and smiled. 

“Go ahead and deal,” he said.  I dealt. 

I lost. 

I stood up beside the cot and nervously removed my sleep shorts.  My shorts dropped to the floor and I sat back down.  I wasn’t used to being nude around people.  I jacked off a lot, but that was a solo activity.  The fact of both of us sitting there totally naked together was extremely exciting.

“Another hand?” Ed asked.  What do we do if one of us loses, I asked? 

He thought a moment.  “The loser has to jack the winner off,” he said.  I had never had anyone else touch my dick, but it sounded good to me.  Go ahead, I told him.  I tried to act cool and as if this happened every day, but my erect penis gave me away.  Ed smiled.

Ed dealt five cards to both of us.  I looked at my hand.  Not good – I didn’t have anything, not even an ace, let alone a pair of any sort.  Highest card was a 10. 

“Give me three cards,” I said.  I discarded two cards and Ed dealt me three replacements.  He traded in one card.

I looked -- again, not good but at least I had a pair.  I showed Ed my hand.  “I have a pair of twos,” I said. 

Ed looked at his hand and threw it face-down on the cot.  “Better than me,” he said with a smile.  I never knew whether he actually beat me or not.

“Are you okay with this?” he asked.  I said yes, go ahead.

Ed lay back on the cot next to me.  I had seen many males nude other than in the gym class locker room, but the size of Ed’s cock had surprised me.  His enormous erection stood tall and proud at probably 7 or 8 inches.  And it was thick – way thicker than my 16-year-old body had.  It had a pronounced curvature to the left.

Ed lightly touched the head of my cock and gently caressed my shaft, ending the stroke by cupping my balls in his hand.  It felt like heaven!  I was already releasing precum, so the next stroke was even better.  Ed took up a steady tempo to his strokes as he jacked me to higher and higher planes of physical pleasure.

My body got more and more tense, and finally the pleasure became too much. I came, my body jerking as the spams of orgasm sent several spurts of semen on my belly and onto his hand.  I lay panting for a few seconds, listening to the room to see if any ofthe other boys had noticed.  A few sounds of snoring and regular breathing; otherwise, the room was quiet and still.

“Now you do me,” Ed suggested.  I touched Ed’s cock with one finger, feeling precum wetting his huge prick.  I wrapped my handaround his shaft, barely able to touch fingers and thumb together to complete the circle.  I stroked once, then twice.  Ed let out a huff of satisfaction.  I could tell he was enjoying this.

I started jerking Ed at a slow pace and used his breathing as a clue as to when to increase speed.  His cock hardened to steel; his balls pulled up in his scrotum until they seemed they would retract into his body.  After a minute or two, he came, ejaculating six or seven ropes of cum all over his chest and chin.  My hand was sticky with his cum; the air was heavy with the musky smell of our released juices.

We lay there for a few minutes, luxuriating in the sexual release and knowledge of our new, special friendship.  After a few minutes, Ed moved back to his own cot. 

The next two years, I always looked forward to the next summer’s 4-H camp and its great activities.