The summer I was 13 I saw something new at summer camp.
When I was 13 I went to a two week summer camp. On the first day after all the boys, also 13, had arrived we were hanging around the cabin. The conversation naturally turned to our penises. Some of the boys began to compare. There were two boys that had come together from the same home town. One of them said "Mike has a big one, hey Mike, show em yours!" Wow, Mike is 13 and is already known for having a big dick. His future is bright. Mike sauntered over to the group. He had frizzy dark hair that looked like it hadn't been brushed in a couple of days and a cute round nose and plump lips. Mike was wearing long camo cargo pants, a t shirt and was barefoot. He casually lowered his fly, reached inside his pants, and with some effort, pulled out his penis. It was indeed as advertised. Mike was uncircumcised, and his dick flopped out, hanging below his crotch to his upper thigh. He shook his hips slapping his penis back and forth from thigh to thigh. This was not the first time Mike had been asked to give a cock show, obviously. (He told me later that one day his sister had caught him masturbating and threatened to tell if he didn't show it to her friend. It became known around his school and, as these things do, it became a regular request.) He seemed more than happy to oblige. We were all in a circle now, Ten 13 year old boys who had just met, and every one had their shorts down with their penis out for all to see. My recollection is that we were all of normal size for our age, with the exception of Mike. Nobody had a seriously undeveloped set of manhood. In a group of ten there is usually at least one pencil dick. There would be no teasing in the shower this summer. The ice was broken, the mystery out of the way on day one, and we all became great friends. We enjoyed frolicking together naked in the shower, but to my knowledge there was never any touching, just looking. Friends that are comfortable with each others naked bodies naturally develop closer, more honest friendships. I kept in touch with some of these kids for decades after that summer. Not Mike, but he was often in my thoughts when I masturbated in later years.
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