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Teen Camping

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 18 Feb 1999 2 comments
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by Joe I still remember vividly the early days of sexual development. My three best friends and I discovered our bodies together, and one thing that we all shared with equal excitement was the enjoyment of watching one another jack off. We lived in a rural area, and during the summers, we frequently hopped into our canoes, and headed up into the woods where we could camp out, away from other prying eyes. We had little use for clothing, and the sight of each other was enhanced by the feeling of freedom, and the sun's warmth on our naked bodies. When we were 14, the hormones were raging, and we stroked incessently... six, seven, eight times a day and more. When we went camping, the freedom to meet those urges whenever they arose led to the marathon jackfests that quickly characterized our trips. I don't recall who came up with the name, but when a guy jacked off non-stop for three ejaculations, we called it a "three banger". Three bangers were one way to sate your cravings long enough to get in a little fishing, before reaching for your cock again. I would get hard just thinking about it, and lying down in plain view of the other guys, I'd shoot that first creamy load all over my chest and belly in a blinding orgasm. My hard on would slowly subside, and I'd keep it lubricated with cum to help against the sensitivity. Slowly rubbing the cum over the shrunken shaft and head, I'd begin to grow almost at once. Hard again, I'd coat my shaft with the remainer of the first load, and watch it turn to froth as I jacked off again. Ten to fifteen minutes was about all it took to reach the critical point a second time, and I'd hold it there for awhile, savoring the near orgasm before letting it splatter in a full ejaculation. The third one took longer, and maybe that's why we went for three... two just didn't last long enough. It wasn't long before we all started our days with three bangers, and in just as short a time, we began to jerk each other off. We didn't know what a circle jerk was, but we were having them before we heard the term. Finally, we started a ritual that continued until we felt we were too old for male-to-male games. The evening before we went camping, we got together to play strip poker over at Billy's house. They had a detached screened building out near their patio and barbeque grill, which was out of sight from their house. If anyone came out, and it happened several times, we'd hear the slam of the screen door on the main house, and scramble for our clothes before we got caught. Anyway, the loser of the game became the camp scrub for the next trip. The scrub took care of all the menial chores... cooking, airing out the sleeping bags, tending the camp fire, etc. He picked up another duty, which was to give each of the others a three banger, and to make his hand available to anyone who wanted it at any time. One night, I had just lost the game, and Denny suggested that my duties should begin immediately. We were all pretty horny, and there were no objections from anyone. I had his hard cock in myhand, and he casually suggested that we increase the duties further. We had all talked about experimenting with oral sex, but the other two didn't know that Denny and I had already tested the waters, so I wasn't all that surprised when he proposed to make that a stipulation.. Since the other two would be on the receiving end, they voiced no objections, and Denny made them agree that they would do the same whenever their luck found them in the role of scrub. I crawled under the table, and pulled down Denny's briefs. The head of his throbbing cock was already wet as I slipped my lips over it. This was only the second time I'd had my mouth on his dick, and I was slowly working the five inches into my mouth. I held onto his shaft with thumb and forefinger of one hand, and cupped his balls with the other. I felt the balls knot, and tasted the preliminary shot that Denny often loosed when he got close, and began to suck harder. That's when the voice from the darkness made us all jump. Billy's mother had approached the patio, and we hadn't heard a door slam to give us warning. She called out to see if we needed a drink or snack. Jimmy and Billy froze, and kept the position of their lawn chairs so as to hide their near nude condition from Billy's mother. The lighting was a single bare bulb, and diffused through the screen, it fortunately obscured her vision just enough that she couldn't see anything... or at least, she pretended not to. Denny was exploding into my mouth. "What's wrong with Denny?" "Nothing... Mrs. H... just a ... a... cramp... I'm... okay." "Where's Joe?" The light was too dim and the shadows hid me under the table. "He had to go home for something. He'll be back," Billy lied. "We'll be in soon." Denny's salty load filled my mouth, and I didn't know what to do but to swallow the evidence. We were left alone, and Billy's mom headed back inside, but it had been a close call. The thrill of exposure was one that I'll never forget. Billy and Jimmy hastily donned their clothes, and deferred up the opportunity for their first blow job until we went camping. But the situation had aroused me so that I was painfully erect. I stood outside in the shadows and jerked off, spewing a huge load onto the loamy ground, in one of the most intense orgasms I'd had to date.