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Camp Berry:Part 1

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Camp Berry:Part 1 by MikeThe summers I spent at Camp Berry, a boy scout reserve inNorthern Ohio, were some of the greatest times of my life. Theywere certainly the most sexually active. For two weeks each summer, from the time I was in the 5thgrade until I graduated high school in 1985, I went to Boy Scoutcamp. My parents thought it was a "good socializationexperience" and boy were they right. Camp Berry was about 5square miles of heavily wooded area with 27 camp sights scatteredthroughout. At any given time there were 400-500 boys, ages10-18, having the time of their lives with only a minimum ofsupervision. Although I have literally dozens of stories from those years,I'll only give you one of my favorites for now. I was 14 and a 9th grader in junior high. Scott was 15; eventhough he was only a year older, he was in high school, anathlete, popular (with a great looking girlfriend), andincredibly handsome and that made me worship him. He had afantastic body and virtually no modesty. He was around 5'10'',dark hair, nice tan, perfect smile, great legs because he rantrack, and his was the first "washboard" stomach I canremember noticing. Since it was a Boy Scout camp, there were nowomen around and so Scott felt that there was no need to alwaysbe clothed. After all, it was just us guys. I'll never forget howafter coming back from the pool, Scott took off his wet trunksand casually tossed them on the clothes line. There he was, inthe middle of the clearing that was our campsight, naked. I hadto run to my tent so no one would see my boner. He also slept inthe nude with the flaps of his tent wide open. It was Friday, our fifth day at camp. About 3 o'clock in themorning I woke up and had to pee. Each campsight had an outhouseand that's where I headed. After taking care of business I headedback to my tent. There were only 12 guys in my scout troop thatyear and 15 tents, so we all got our own. Scott's tent was nextto mine and I noticed that his tent flaps were shut. I wassurprised because it was the end of July and pretty damn hot. AsI stood there wondering about it, I began to realize that hiswhole tent was moving a bit. I knew immediately: he was jackingoff. I could have come right then and there, but I decided tocatch him in the act. I quickly moved aside his tent flap andstuck my head into his tent. I was right, he was jacking off."Caught ya!" I yelled. Most guys that age would havejumped and at least attempted to hide their dick, but not Scott. There he was, totally naked with his magnificent looking dickin his hand, and not the least bit embarassed. He told me to comein before anybody else woke up and noticed. He started talkingabout his girlfriend and how great their sex was and how hecouldn't possibly last two weeks without some form of"release." During this entire conversation his dickstayed as hard as ever with a noticeable trail of precum.Although I was trying to be cool and not stare, he clearly had tosee me looking. I suppose the fact that my erection was clearlystraining against my underwear (which was all I wore for my tripto the bathroom) was another giveaway that I was turned on. Withno warning Scott put his hand under the elastic of my underwearand grabbed me. I wasted no time grabbing him back. Neither of us said a word; we just started jacking each otheroff. It might have lasted hours, it might have lasted minutes, Ihave no idea. I didn't think my life could be any better when herolled towards me and kissed me right on the lips. That's all ittook. I came so hard that the first few shots landed on my face.Scott was right behind me and shot about 10 times. We just layed there for a couple of minutes sweating andbreathing heavily. Still fascinated by his body, I startedplaying with his nipples, balls, and only slightly less harddick. I also began swirling my finger through the pools of cum onhis chest, eventually getting up the nerve to taste it. Thatseemed to turn him on as much as it did me, and we were both hardagain. When we jacked each other off again it was much slower andwith much more exploration involved. Our masturbation sessions became a nightly event for the restof our time at camp, and each night we went a little farther. Itwas a couple of nights later when we decided to sneak away fromcamp and jack off in the woods. We were standing up facing oneanother and jacking for all we were worth when he dropped to hisknees and took my dick in his mouth. But that's another story.

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