A Mountain Retreat
Chapter 1
A college-age young man, frustrated at still being a virgin gets involved in the coming-of-age experiments of some pre-teen friends of the family. Told in the first person to illustrate thoughts and feelings of growing up in a changing world; none of this really happened; it’s pure fantasy. Story codes; Mb bb bg Mg Additional codes by chapter.
I was 19 years old and just completed my freshman year in college. I was enjoying the summer working only part time and relieved from the fast pace of my first year in college. The July 4th weekend arrived quickly and my family traditionally got together with a couple of other families to picnic and celebrate.
We had all moved to the neighborhood at around the same time, had similar origins and attended the same church. My folks were a little older than the other couples and I was the youngest in my family and the only one still at home. One of the other families had a girl three years younger than me, still in high school, a boy 12 just ready to start Jr. High, and another girl, eleven. The other family had a boy 11, and girl 9.
I was aware that the both the oldest girl in one family and the youngest in the other both had little crushes on me. Everyone thought it was cute when the 9 year old crawled on my lap, and they teased the 16 year old about having competition bringing crimson to her face. Linda and I had gone to a couple of dances together and conspired on babysitting the younger kids, but that was as far as it had gone. She was cute, a little on the pudgy side and just too much of a friend for me to think of her as a girlfriend.
But that didn’t mean I didn’t have the usual male thoughts and urges. Girls and sex were on my mind as much as any young male; I just never seemed to be able to get anywhere or stay dating one girl long enough for anything to happen. So I maintained my ‘gentleman’ image and attempted to satisfy my urges with my hand.
Over the last couple of years, when Linda was busy or sitting for her younger siblings, I filled in sitting for the two other kids, Stephanie and Steven. Their parents were happy to have someone known and I was glad for a little extra spending money. I had supervised their communal bath and their dressing for bed thinking little about the occasional flashes of nudity. About a year ago their mother had announced they were bathing separately now, joking that as they were getting older the bath was too crowded for both of them and their curiosity.
But Stephanie soon after made a point of sharing a secret with me that she and her brother still saw each other naked sometimes, since they still shared a basement bedroom. She also elicited an oath that I wouldn’t tell. She had always found her way on my lap but I began to notice that now she frequently adjusted herself so that she came in contact with my crotch. A couple of times she let her panty covered mound rub against me until I sprung a major hard-on. Then she would grin knowingly when she felt it before I would tickle her and push her off. When I was sitting with them a few times, the precocious 9 year old would flaunt her immature nakedness by dropping her towel after a bath and dart in and out of doorways taunting both her brother and me.
It was also becoming obvious that Steven was discovering his budding sexuality. Little lumps in his pants were getting gradually larger and he would regularly put a hand into his pocket and sneak it toward the lumps. A few times when we were wrestling around a stiff little stick would press against my leg or hip. He would just grin sheepishly and hold it against me for a few seconds before backing up. When our families gathered, he and Mark, our twelve-year-old friend, tended to separate them selves, eye the girls and whisper a lot. One warm day at the start of summer they had appeared in front of my house on their bikes. They were regularly appearing in shorts, like they wore in gym or cut-off sweats that had come in style. It was obvious from the snickering and looks and the absence of a line from their underwear that they were not wearing any, a bold adventure for the pre-teens.
Like most boys I had messed around with others my age, comparing penis size, inspecting balls and displaying new growth of hair. The activities advanced, particularly at scout camps, where we regularly engaged in more advanced experiments. None of us ever worried about being “homo” or “queer” but when those terms started circulating around the locker rooms most of the activity was denied and eventually, when I was around fifteen, all but ended. In fact much just became more secretive.
So I and most of my friends redirected my sexual pursuits to girls. If the bragging was truthful most of them were more successful. There were good girls who wouldn’t do it, and girls who would do it, that good church going boys didn’t want to be seen with. I tried doing things with both but aside from squeezing tits and an occasional wet finger, I got nowhere.
As much as I tried I couldn’t ignore the sexually charged atmosphere around these younger kids. Nor could I fail to notice their comfort level around me. When I would recall the fun I had at their age my dick would swell and I envied them. But would I let myself get involved?
I wasn’t really sure how it happened, but as our families gathered around the 4th of July I was volunteered to take the two boys into the mountains on a short camping trip. Before I could protest, which I wouldn’t have anyway, my dad’s station wagon was volunteered, along with an umbrella tent from one family and a Coleman lantern and stove from the other. Two days later, in the middle of the week, we were on our way.
Mark the 12 year old, was tall for his age and husky. He was blonde and fair with short cut hair and dimples when he smiled. Steven was slim and also blonde. Where Mark was a little shy, Steven was outgoing and at ease with other people. Both were quite comfortable around me since we had been together a lot over the last couple of years. I had witnessed the two rough-housing and engaging in the usual boyish pranks and games of grab-ass. I had also witnessed that they were both getting close to puberty and grabbing other parts occasionally and nudging each other to notice things like Stephanie’s panties when she would carelessly show them off or Mark’s older sister’s ample tits if she happened to bend over with a low neckline. I heard them observe that Lacy, Mark’s other sister who was Steven’s age was showing some chest development.
A couple of weeks ago, when I was staying with Steven and Stephanie, I had also confirmed Steven’s banal instincts when we were sitting on the couch in his living room. He had just finished his bath and joined me wearing only his white briefs and still toweling. His sister, who was next in the bath decided to put on a little show as part of getting ready. She commenced to peek around the edge of the doorway leading to the hall bath using a towel like some kind of sarong.
At first all we saw were naked arms and legs splayed around the corner. Then her panty covered little butt protruded into the hallway. A hand appeared and from it the small thin cotton panties she had been wearing dropped to the floor. Steven grinned up at me as his sister started a provocative little dance veiled by the towel which slipped and parted giving us flashes of bare flesh.
Now I had seen Stephanie naked as a little girl, but not recently. My sex life was virtually nonexistent except for Rosie palm and her 5 little sisters. It didn’t take much to get me excited and I felt the rise in my Levi’s cut offs at the performance of this naughty nine year old. It hardened even more when, as a grand finale, Stephanie jumped from behind the corner and whipped the towel away dancing around swiveling her slim boyish hips as sexily as she knew how and stopped giving us a full view of her bare behind, and a quick flash of the puffy lips, and narrow little slit below. She rolled her hips suggestively making sure we had good view before disappearing into the bathroom in a chorus of giggles.
Steven groaned slightly and I glanced to see him pinch at the tent-like bulge in his white briefs. He looked up sheepishly knowing I could tell he had gripped a stiffy. “She does that all the time,” he complained. “She tries to get me horny.”
“Well it looks like it works,” I observed. “It did for me, too,” I admitted as Steven had noticed the tell-tale tube in the leg of my shorts. I reached into the front of my beltless Levi shorts and rearranged my hard on to a more comfortable location closely observed by my young friend. “It was getting crowded in there,” I explained. I thought I detected Steven press down on the bump as it grew more. “It looks like we have the same problem,” I added, trying to put him at ease with his dilemma.
“Yeah,” he admitted then reached in the top of his underwear to arrange his little stick. He let his fingers linger on the shaft for a few seconds. Steven had always been comfortable around me during and after his bath showing little shyness. But it had been a while and he was older now. Still he seemed at ease with his near nakedness and I sensed he was curious about my equipment. We had started joking around about girls and sex and jerking off a few months earlier when I sensed his hormones were running.
My dick was snaked down the leg of my shorts and was still getting pinched. “We might have to take care of these later,” I said, then popped open my fly and pulled my rigid pole up to rest on my lower belly, before letting the cotton cover it again. “I guess you know what I mean,” I said hesitating and moving my hand suggestively over my shaft before buttoning up again. Steven had been eyeing the lump in my shorts.
“Yeah,” he said grinning, and pushed his hand in his shorts again, lightly gripping his small boy tool. “I know how to do it,” he added, and pushed the front of his shorts down and gave me a quick demonstration of how a pre-teen boy jacks off, before covering up again.
I grinned at him. “You know since your sister causes it she should have to help you with it,” I quipped. He looked at me sort of surprised.
“She does, sometimes,” he admitted quietly. “She was playing with it in the bath one time and my mom caught us. That’s when she made us quit taking them together. But we still share the same bedroom,” he added after a few minutes, grinning. His hand went back in his shorts and his fingers were moving on his small shaft. He pulled the elastic away exposing the activity. “So how do you do it?” he asked after a few minutes eyeing my tented shorts.
“The usual way,” I answered, teasing him a little.
“Can I see?” he asked. Then he added, “You’ve seen mine a lot.” I conceded that I had and unsnapped my fly and tugged the cotton down exposing myself to my eleven year old charge, and demonstrated my whole hand technique. I was confident now that he would keep the discovery to himself. “Cool,” he said, leaning over to inspect more closely and commented on my size and pubic hair. We might have gone farther and enjoyed each other mutually but his sister emerging from the bath ended the adventure.
So after that little escapade I was aware that Steven was acquainted with the art of stroking and we became comfortable with the subject. I wondered if I would have the chance to include Steven in my favorite outdoor activity that I learned it in scouts, jacking off when we were in camp. Thanks to a number of fun experiences at scout camps I always looked at camping and the outdoors as an opportunity to play around. Something about the outdoors had always made me horny and I found other scouts that were equally inspired. I had the feeling that Steven was reaching that point of interest, as well. But I wasn’t sure about Mark. I decided that Mark might not be interested yet, so decided to stay cool. I needn’t have been concerned.
On the way out of town we stopped to pick up some things from the little grocery/drug store. As I gathered some of the sundries, I noticed the boys leafing through magazines. Just before checking out I noticed what they were looking at. It was a body builder magazine. There was nothing on the shelves resembling porn at the time. As I stealthily glanced at the pages they were turning it was muscle-bound men posing in straps and some totally nude, leaving little if anything to the imagination. It must have slipped by the small town censors. The two were grinning and bumping each other.
There were lumps in both shorts as we got back in the car. I didn’t think much more about the horniness of pre-teen boys as we set up camp, had some sandwiches for lunch and then hiked around in the pines around the small clearing that we had chosen. We explored the ruins of an old miner’s cabin and I noticed the boys smirking and pointing out lurid graffiti on the old walls. Then as we headed back into camp, Steven announced that he had to pee, and Mark said he did, too. They wandered into the woods just out of sight.
I was curiously suspicious and moved up a little path to see where they had gone without following. Pausing at a large rock I could see the boys through the trees. They had obviously finished peeing and were talking in hushed tones. Their hiking shorts were at their knees and their pale butts were shining through the trees. Each boy had a hand in front of the other out of my sight. I could only catch a few words as they furtively looked around but it was obvious what they were doing. When they pulled up their pants, I trudged quickly down the path rather than be busted spying on them, grinning to myself all the way. My young charges were quickly getting into it. It seems we all wanted to jerk off and I wondered if they’d let me join them.
Late in the afternoon, while I gathered the makings for our dinner, I suggested the boys might want to wash up. I reminded them of a wide spot in the mountain stream that bordered our campground in case they wanted to bathe. I could tell by their look that they sensed an opportunity and disappeared through the trees. A few minutes later I could hear gasps and squeals along with exclamations regarding the coldness of the water. Then there was some quiet and I guessed what might be happening. By this time I suspected that Mark was as horny as his younger friend and just bashful around me.
“Wow that was cold,” Steven announced as they trudged back to the campsite. “It made our dicks and balls shrivel up,” he added, laughing.
“Yours is shriveled up all the time,” Mark said, jokingly.
“Not when you play with it,” Steven retorted, quickly. They exchanged playful punches and comments until dinner was ready.
It was a warm night. When it was time to get ready for bed we parked the lantern in a safe place in the middle of the tent observing that it gave off ample heat making the tent quite cozy. I quickly stripped down to my jockey shorts followed by Steven. Mark was a little more hesitant, eyeing first me then his younger friend. When he did drop his shorts, he scooted under the top cover of his sleeping bag obviously hiding a stiffy. My bag was next to his and Steven’s was on the other side. Steven and I chose to lie on top of our bags not needing the warmth yet.
We traded small talk and I could see Steven’s hand sneaking into his shorts and I sensed Mark wanted to do the same. They glanced at each other like they wanted to ask something but were hesitant. I suspected what it was.
“So do you guys like to jack off in bed?” I asked, breaking the ice. There was a moment of silence as the two boys looked at each other questioningly. “I usually do, so if you want to before you go to sleep, it’s OK, I don’t mind,” I announced finally.
Steven rose up on his elbow and grinned over at me. “Really, you wouldn’t care?”
“Of course not, we all do it, don’t we? I’m sure you guys do. And I might even join you,” I added. Mark’s head snapped around from where he was looking at Steven and then back, another questioning look on his face.
“Do you want to?” Steven asked of his older friend.
“I don’t care, do you want to?” Mark quizzed back.
“I will if you will,” Steven added. “I guess so,” Mark conceded.
“So are you going to do it with us?” Steven asked looking back at me.
“I think I need to,” I said, “It’s been a couple of days.”
“Cool,” Steven grinned. “So, how shall we start?” a small tent was already forming at the “Y” of his jockeys.
“Well we probably need to get rid of these,” I said and quickly pulled my jockeys down and off. My semi-hard dick flopped to one side. Mark eyed my groin sideways just as Steven popped up on his knees and jerked his underwear off.
“Come on Mark, this’ll be fun, like we do with your cousin,” Steven said, fingering his swelling little boy stick. Mark gave Steven a quick look that suggested he had said something he shouldn’t then pushed the cover off and pulled his shorts down quickly. He had been concealing a rigid hard on that stood up and out from his body on a 45 degree angle before aiming slightly back toward his pale body. He had not been circumcised but the foreskin was pulled back making a small collar around the pinkish head. The line from his pee hole separated the pinkness into two bean-like halves and the whole four inches or so throbbed to the beat of his heart.
Steven was still on his knees inspecting both Mark’s equipment and mine. His hand was already busy bringing his three and a half inch stick up to attention. It quickly stuck straight out and the purplish head was poking out from the boy’s fingers. I had the feeling Mark was familiar with Steven’s dick and his eyes were glued to mine as he started stroking his own pre-teen penis. I began to coax my unit to full attention, while both boys studied my crotch and stroked themselves in rhythm.
I was only slightly above the five and a half inch average, that most guys call six inches, and at full mast I curve slightly down and out. We all pumped in silence for ten or fifteen minutes watching each other until I left my hand off for a few seconds giving the boys full vision of my fully expanded tool.
“See, I told you he was big, and has hair like your cousin and those guys in the magazine.” Mark blushed a little at his friend’s admission.
“I’m not that big,” I said, “just average.”
“Well, you’re bigger than us,” Steven responded. “Let’s see how much,” he went on, and scooted around Mark next to me and offered his penis for comparison. Without waiting for comment he moved closer and pushed his stiff little stick next to mine and grinned up at me. I moved forward slightly and he pressed our dicks together measuring their length, then he looked up at me as he curled his fingers around my shaft and pulled it closer. Seeing no disapproval he moved his fingers in a familiar stroking motion.
“See, your lots bigger,” Steven said. I gleaned his primary intent was to feel my dick.
“You’ll grow,” I said. “It looks like you’ve already started.” I moved my hand to Steven’s little package pressing our flesh together for a few seconds before moving my thumb and two fingers gently over the shaft. I had not had my hand on another boy’s dick since scout camp almost five years ago. It had been fun then and I think I was hoping something like this would happen.
“That feels good,” Steven said quietly, approving my attention to his little boy dick. “Keep doing it and I’ll do you.” His hand immediately went to work up and down on my tool. I had seen Steven naked many times and sat next to him over the last couple of years while he unconsciously fingered his little phallus in his shorts. Until recently he was the little kid I babysat occasionally. Now I realized he was well aware of sex between boys and eager to participate.
I ran my hands under his little acorn sack and he followed suit cupping my balls and tracing my knob and shaft with his fingers. Then it dawned on me that we had gotten so into each other we had almost ignored Mark. Looking over at him he had become more relaxed and was steadily jacking off watching Steven and I play with each other.
“Aren’t we leaving someone out?” I queried. Steven looked quickly at his friend.
“Yeah, hey Mark, move over here closer and we can take turns with each other. For at least the next half hour we traded each taking turns jacking each other off pausing occasionally to inspect another’s equipment. Steven’s boyhood was slim and a little over three inches, Mark’s twelve-year-old cock was easily four plus inches and thicker. Unlike his younger friend his balls had begun to drop and hung under the base of his dick. My fingers detected a small veil of blonde fuzz on the crest of Mark’s pubic bone that was nearly invisible to the eye.
When he had me pause for a few minutes while he calmed I asked, “Can you come yet?”
“A little sometimes,” was the answer, “and I’m getting close.”
“I can, too, only nothing comes out yet,” Steven chimed in. “Mark’s cousin is fifteen and he can really squirt. Are you going to show us yours?” At this point it didn’t seem to matter that Steven had admitted they had jacked off with Mark’s cousin.
“Pretty soon,” I conceded, in response. “I think we’re all getting close.”
“We could take turns and try to get each other to come,” Steven suggested wagging his stiff little unit. “Do me first.” Mark and I grinned at each other and pulled the slim boy on to his back. Then from either side we alternated jacking his little cock and provocatively feeling and fondling his stomach, thighs and little ball sack. Steven’s arms were over his head with his eyes closed obviously enjoying a game he and Mark had played before.
“Are you there yet?” Mark asked a couple of times when Steven would arch his pelvis.
“Not yet,” Steven would whisper, “keep going.”
I had to admit to myself that over the past couple of weeks I had thought about Steven’s growing little prick and how it would feel. I flashed back on the friend I left behind when we moved just after I finished Jr. High. Trent and I were both skinny and wore blonde crew cuts and were like brothers. We were always together and from about fifth grade had begun to experiment. We taught each other about both self and mutual pleasure and experienced our first orgasms with each other, dry at first and then with come. We tried about everything finally evolving when we were twelve to “practicing for a girl” by sharing each other’s butts along with a tent at scout camp. We were almost thirteen when we finally tried putting each other in our mouths.
The natural lure and attraction that every boy feels at some point and that I had experienced to conclusion at camp crept back and I seized the moment. “I bet I know what will get him off,” I said, and pushed Mark’s hand away from Steven’s groin. Leaning over and tugging the tube of flesh down slightly I bent over and slipped my lips over the pinkish purple knob and down over the shaft. I sucked it clear down until my lips touched the bare skin over Steven’s pubic bone.
Steven’s head tilted up quickly and his eyes blinked open. “Oh, wow! That feels good, oh, keep doing that.” I had no intention of quitting and began bobbing my head on the short stub of flesh, pausing to flick my tongue over the tip and probe the little pee hole. Each action brought another groan of approval from Steven. In just a few minutes Steven arched his hips upward and a little tremor went through his pre-teen body. Then he sagged back on the sleeping bag. I lifted my head to see Mark vigorously pumping his boy cock.
“Oh, man, that was cool. I really felt it. We’ve never done that before. You gotta’ let him do you, Mark.”
“I’ve done it once with my cousin,” Mark announced, “I mean, I did it to him but he never did me.” Mark eyed me hopefully.
“Lay back,” I said. Mark leaned back on his elbows and watched as moved between his legs. His stiff unit was pulsing expectantly, bouncing against his bare belly. I reached up and pulled it gently down as I had done Steven’s then touched my tongue to the tip. Ever so slowly I sank my almost virgin mouth over his shaft bringing a groan of approval. I felt him begin to tense very quickly as I began moving up and down and pulled off for a few seconds. “Steven, you try it,” I directed at the boy who was watching closely his face very near.
At first he had a look of reluctance. Then I pointed Mark’s dick toward him and said, “Go ahead, just a little.”
“OK, but just a little,” he said, “but don’t squirt in my mouth.” Mark simply looked desperate for someone to continue sucking his dick.
Steven bent forward and reluctantly took the knob gingerly between his lips. Then he tried to go down a little farther and gagged. He sucked the knob clumsily a few more times then I took over again. I was surprised that I could get all of Mark in without gagging and went to work on him feeling his hands come to the back of my head and his breathing increase.
In a few seconds he gasped, “I’m almost there, I’m gonna’…” A tiny bit of moisture hit my tongue just as I pulled by head up and pumped Mark rapidly with my hand. His body clenched and he groaned as a small issue of clear immature liquid leaked on to the back of my hand. After a couple more convulsions Mark pushed my hand away, grinning.
“Did you like that?” I asked wiping off my hand.
“Oh, yeah,” he answered pinching the residue from the end of his foreskin and inspecting it. “That was cool, and I really got off.”
At that point my pre-teen friends had each had an orgasm, and I was close to going off my self. As I lay back on the sleeping bag and gripped myself again Mark looked over. “Do you want us to do you now?” he asked.
“You don’t have to. Not if you don’t want to,” I added. My balls were aching for relief any way I could get it.
“It’s only fair,” Mark said and moved over beside me. He leaned over and quickly sucked my knob into his lips as if by waiting he might change his mind. He went up and down several times before rising up and turning to Steven. “Come on you do it, too. He did you.” Steven consented with apprehension then moved over to my other side. His effort could only cover my knob a few times before gagging and returning the operation to Mark.
Though he admitted having done it once, Mark was clearly not accomplished but it didn’t matter. It had been five years since I had touched more than a couple of small tits or my dick had been in anything warm and moist and the sensation along sent me to the top rapidly. I barely had time to warn Mark off before grabbing my own dick and erupting sending a small geyser of come onto my stomach and hand.
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