My first gay experience took place during the summer that I turned Eighteen. I was visiting my cousin Billy, who was the same age that I was. Most of his friends were two or three years older than us and I thought it was great to get to go on an overnight hike with them. After hiking all day, we set up camp on the bank of a small lake. Dinner consisted of fish caught from the lake. At dusk we sat around the campfire telling stories. The day had been long and we were all soon ready for sleep. One of the guys had carried in one of those huge eight-man tents for us all to sleep in. It was the size of a small warehouse. Since we were the youngest, Billy and I had to sleep by the tent flap. The night was warm, especially after the day-long hike. Rich suggested that we all strip down to our jockey shorts, so that we would be cooler. Everyone agreed and clothing began to fly in all directions. After we were situated, Billy asked Robert if he knew any new dirty jokes to tell. Robert was 22 and much admired by Billy and myself. There was something about Robert that I found to be almost magnetic. I just had never been able to pin it down. He was tall and blond, which I admired. I had been very impressed with his physique when, earlier in the day, he had taken off his shirt. I probably had always been aware that he was well muscled by the marvelous shape that his legs were in. But that wasn't what drew me to him. Somehow, just standing near him made me feel good all over. Part of it was that he didn't treat me like some stupid kid, like some older guys did. Robert acted like he enjoyed me as much as I enjoyed him. Robert told several jokes, mostly about jacking-off. By this time a full moon had risen. Billy and I were bathed in moonlight and the rest of the tent was cast into a deep shadow. Robert passed the story telling to Wayne. Wayne seemed to have a thing for cum. All of his jokes revolved around how slippery it was, how sexy it smelled, how far it was shot, etc. There was some reference to a daisy chain, which I didn't understand. Wayne even told a story on Robert. It was how he had been jerking-off in the boys' room at school one day and didn't notice the bell. When he didn't show up in class, Robert's science teacher, Mr. Fletcher, went to look for him. When Mr. Fletcher passed by the boys' room, he could hear Robert grunting and groaning. Of course, Mr. Fletcher assumed that Robert was sick and went in to investigate. He went from one open stall to the next, looking for Robert, who, in the mean time, was a few strokes from blowing his wad. When Fletcher's shadow fell across his lap, the fright caused Robert's balls to cut loose. Jism flew through the air and, as a matter of chance, landed down the front of Fletcher's trousers. When Wayne tried to tell what happened next Robert growled at him to shut up or be sorry in the morning. All of the sexy talk had started my cock tingling. I was a little surprised to look down, while we were all laughing, to see that I had a full hard-on. The head was trying its best to push past the elastic waist band of my jockeys. When I looked over at Billy, he had a big boner too. The moon was coming in the tent flap at such an angle that the shadows clearly outlined the plum-sized head and the thick vein which traveled up the belly of his cock. Then it occurred to me that if Billy's hard dick was so visible to me then his and mine both must be in plain view to all of the others. Just then Toby made some lewd comment about the Bobsy Twins and their identically hard cocks, referring to Billy and me. Robert told him to can it because we all had them from the jokes. He suggested that we all go to sleep because we had a long hike back the next day. It was quiet for a few minutes. Then, there was this loud slapping noise and panting. Robert told Wayne to cut it out. Wayne replied in a voice that was supposed to be distorted by lust, "But it feels so good!" When the laughter died down, Robert said, "Well, stop it if you can't be quieter about it." "Oh, alright," Wayne replied. Everyone rolled over to go to sleep. It finally got quiet enough to hear the frogs croaking down by the water. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I could have sworn that I smelled cum. The last thing that entered my head before I fell asleep was that Wayne was right, it did smell sexy. I had been having a real sexy dream when something woke me up. The moon had risen further and the intense moonlight was blinding me. I had to blink my eyes several times before I could see clearly. Billy was laying on his side, facing me, his head propped up on one arm. He had a silly sort of look on his face. When I started to ask him what was going on, he brought his finger to his lips, motioning me to be quiet. I could hear the rhythmic breathing of the other occupants of the tent. continued
