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... 12 Year Olds Camping Story #2...

We fumigated our tent that weekend with baby powder and brought each other off as I already wrote about. It was several months before the next opportunity arose to take matters into each other's hands. In the mean time, Barry and I saw each other at the weekly meetings and talked about what had happened (and how cool it was) when we had a few minutes alone. He told me he had come upon another page of new pictures and we looked forward to the next camping trip.

That weekend came and we were able to set up our tent on the fringe of the troop. We were so excited to get to our tent that night. A couple of things about 12 year olds; (A) there is very little pretense about what you want; we both knew we wanted to look at the pics together and get our puds rubbed, and (B) with very little trustworthy information, you have to make guesses about what you do not know.

We knew that our time on the camping trips was fleeting, at best, and it was equally unlikely of finding a peer you trusted to reciprocate your interest without blabbing it to the world or being grossed out by it or something. In our discussion about the pics we had in front of us, rubbing ourselves and each other, we agreed that in addition to having hands to wrap around our *****, we, like the gals in the photos, had mouths that seemed to be capable of giving incredible pleasure. Now, given the fact that we were both 12, we were still aware of the horror in our peer circles of being caught with a another guy's **** in your mouth, or almost as bad was being caught with your **** in some other guy's mouth.

My problem was that my mother had once taken me aside when I was 9, and just starting to **********, and warned me not to hang out with older boys because they might try to take me into the bushes and either want me to put my mouth on "this" (and she pointed to my penis) or want you to put "this" in their mouth. So, from her tone I knew that neither situation was considered OK. The problem was that there were several things my mother had told me to avoid that I had gone ahead and done and found them to be a lot of fun, regardless of whether it was appropriate or not.

So now, here was Barry pointing out the look on the faces of the guys that had a gal's lips on, or her mouth covering, a guy's erection. What the pictures did not show was the motion inherent in giving a proper blow-job. Also, the terms were not intuitively defined. "Blow-job" for example. We surmised that meant to get close enough to blow on your ****. I admitted I had sat naked in front of a box-fan in the summer and it felt good, but it never made me ***. Likewise, we had both bent over our own erections and blown on them to no real benefit. We had heard of "sucking" before in relation to *****, but we still didn't have a great grasp of what it meant, nor what it looked like.

Friday night we jerked each other off twice. During Saturday afternoon we had to pair up with a buddy to practice various outdoor skills. Barry and I paired up and talked about what it must be like to have a mouth on your ****.

We decided we had to find out.

That evening, after horsing around with our friends we enthusiastically made use of the showers, which was always encouraged by the troop leaders but was usually ignored as it was a pain in the butt to execute. It was chilly walking back to the campsite from the shower point and about a quarter-mile hike each way. But we each promised the other we would expend gallons of water and a bar of soap washing our "privates". We returned to our campsite and tent and set-up our traps to make sure no one could sneak up on us.

You know that feeling you get when you know you are going to do something considered naughty? Smoking your first cigarette, sipping the whiskey you stole from someone's liquor cabinet...that kind of thing? That was the way I felt. Scared, nervous, excited, jittery, wide-eyed.  There was barely enough room to stand at the front of the tent, but there we were, standing with our shirts on, no pants, our erections stiff and our hearts pounding. We were 12 year olds, so we had to first set up the rules of this game. Who is going first, for how long? Cross your heart and hope to die you won't tell anyone, ever?!  Promise not to bite!

After a few more moments contemplating it, I asked if he wanted to go first.  He said sure, and arched his back and pulled his shirt back, pushing his **** towards me.  I told him I meant did he want to do it to me first, then I decided, what the heck, and said, OK.  I knelt down on my sleeping bag in front of him, and inched closer.  I glanced up at him and his chin was buried in his chest staring down at my face near his ****.  He inched towards me.  I remember having to almost cross my eyes to see it, it was that close.  I put one hand on the floor of the tent to steady myself and reached up and took his **** between my thumb and forefinger, licked my lips, and a thousand thoughts ran through my head, like, we're gonna get caught, there will be 1000 guys with spotlights shining on us...I won't get a chance to feel his mouth on mine!

I opened my mouth wide and aimed his four inches at what I figured was the center of my mouth and then closed just my lips down on it, then quickly opened my mouth wide and pulled away.  He begged me to do it again! I agreed and said, "One more time then we switch." He agreed.  I listened intently for any outside-the-tent-intruders, then I cautiously leaned towards his **** again and widened my mouth and brought my lips down on it again and held them there for a little longer.  Involuntarily, without thinking about it, I brought my tongue up to the bottom of his shaft. He moaned!  Again, I disengaged, but I was shocked that it felt that nice to him. I quickly lifted my free hand to my mouth and put a finger in my mouth to check the way it felt and then had an idea. But a deal was a deal so I got up and said, "My turn!"  He did the same thing I had done, opening his mouth wide and closing his lips against me.  He did it for exactly the same amount of time I did it, then we switched again. 

This time I got down again, assumed the position, and this time I did not open my mouth as wide.  I slipped my lips over the tip of his ****, which induced another moan, louder, and then his glans brushed against my front teeth and he jerked away.  I convinced him it was an accident.  He was more tantalized by my lips than he was scared of my teeth.  Again, I slowly pushed his **** past my pursed lips and moved my tongue along the bottom of his shaft.  His **** pulsed in my mouth, I disengaged to swallow and then took him a bit further in my mouth.  Instinctively, I guess, I moved my mouth back and forth, only disengaging to swallow and then go some more.

Then wordlessly I stood up and nodded to him.  He got down on his knees and tried to copy what I had done.  OMg!

We did a couple more iterations of this and I felt it brewing down in my sacs.   I warned him and then I jerked myself to completion.   He was not so
aware of his body and although I had an inkling something was amiss, I actually ended up with some of his **** on my lips.  It tasted kinda gross to me at the time but it may have been what was going on in my mind about it being taboo, the texture and all.

That was my first time.  The next time was about 25 years later.

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That's pretty hot

My camp exp. was very much alike.. however it was the first time a girl put it in her mouth.. would have loved for it to had been a boy though.