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                                - KOA -

        That summer my parents bought a truck camper and we spent almost every
weekend going to campgrounds. They finally seemed to settle on a
campground outside of Rochester, NY that had a swimming pool, a big
pond, and lots of things for kids to do so that I was pretty happy
since there were lots of other kids to play with.
        Soon my parents got to know quite a few of the regulars - in
particular another couple about their age who had a son that was my
age - fourteen.
        He was the most beautiful boy I had ever met I think. His name was
Mark Spencer. Mark was about five feet eight or nine (a little taller
than me) and weighed about 125 or 130 pounds - not any fat on him. He
was not skinny thought - more like lanky with well defined muscles and
long smooth legs. His hair was that light blond that shimmers in the
sunlight and his eyes were the deepest blue - piercing your soul when
he looked into yours. For the brief weeks we knew each other I could
swear that he could read my every thought. 
        Myself - I was just the opposite - about five six or seven with dark
brown hair and dark brown eyes. I was just developing and had more
weight than he - I guess about 135 or 140 pounds. During the school
year I was on the wrestling team and had been since seventh grade -
first in junior high, and now in high school. My body was well defined
and I had a good deal of strength with a large chest, arms, and legs -
a flat rippled stomach and small waist.
        The Spencers had been alone the first two weekends we had spent at the
campground. They had a large mobile home and invited us to camp next
to them when Mark would be with them as he had been at camp for two
weeks and was returning that Friday.
        We arrived on Friday afternoon and toward five they arrived and pulled
in next to us. I was sitting behind our camper reading when the back
door of their mobile home opened and Mark stepped out looking around. 
        I looked up to see him standing not five feet from me with the late
afternoon sun bathing him in a glow. It reflected off his straight
blond hair and the darkness of his deep tan. He was wearing a pair of
cutoff blue jeans that rode low on his almost nonexistent hips and
were cutoff very close to the top of his legs. 
        I silently watched him with rising confusion. Up until that day I had
never felt an interest in another boy. However, in that moment I felt
overwhelmed with desire. I was confused and felt odd - I could feel my
body heat and I had trouble breathing. I had been swimming most of the
afternoon and had come back to the trailer and had not yet changed out
of the speedos that I spent the afternoon in.
        As I looked at Mark I could feel my penis stiffen in my speedos, and
despite my wishes, to achieve a significant erection that crept up
toward my stomach. I looked down to see 6" of very hard penis clearly
outlined against the thin red speedos material. In fact the top of
them was slightly distended and I could see the tip of my penis where
the material was stretched away from my stomach. I knew I was turning
deep red under my tan and felt sweat on my face. 
        Just then my father and Mark's mother came around the corner of their
mobile home and I quickly moved my book over my lap hiding my
erection.
        Mark's mother smiled as she stood near Mark and said - "Oh good - I
want to introduce you two boys! Mark, this is Jeff and Jeff this is
Mark."
        Mark walked up to me and standing over me smiled and said - "Great -
my dad told me that I would have somebody my age to hang out with this
weekend." With my penis throbbing in my speedos I didn't stand up but
instead said - "Want to sit with me for a while and have a soda?" 
        He grabbed one of the chairs nearby and sat across from me. I could
have just about slit my throat right then as since he was at MY camper
I was expected to get the sodas for a guest! I didn't know what to do
and finally yelled to my Mom - "Hay - Mom would you get a couple of
cokes so Mark and I can talk?"  Being a nice Mom I didn't get a
lecture but instead I got two cokes and avoided a very embarrassing
situation. I figured if I could talk a lot that I would get my mind
out of my crotch and things down there would relax.
        It was working pretty well and I almost had it under control when Mark
sort of slipped down in his chair with his legs spread out to either
side. The result was that since they were so shortly cutoff that I got
a view up the inside and was staring at one of his balls. The more we
talked the more I tried to not look, but I just kept glancing from his
face to his crotch - I just couldn't stop my self and the result was
that I achieved if it was possible an even more intense erection - I
was starting to think it would pop right out of the top of my speedos
and berated myself for not having changed when I came back form the
pool. 
        Mark moved in his chair and now not only was I looking at his ball I
could see the end of his penis almost poking out the bottom of the
cutoffs.
        It was simply too much and I felt my cock jerk and
pulse, and with the book covering my speedos, I struggled to stop the
inevitable as I felt my balls tighten and the spurts of semen erupt
into the confines of my speedos and spread around inside of them
turning the front dark with wetness. Just then my luck changed as
Mark's mother called him for dinner. This was just great I thought -
I'm sitting here in cum and I have to go into the trailer and try to
change. Again my luck held out as my mother and dad came out of the
trailer and announced I should change as they went over to the mobile
home telling me to hurry as we were having dinner there.
        As soon as they were out of site I dashed into the trailer and
stripped off the speedos and washed the mess on my body off with a
washcloth and dried off. I put on a VERY long tee shirt and as I
reached for my underpants I remembered that I had my wrestling things
with me from the last meet and I put on my jockstrap and then my
underpants - I was not going to have anything more happen to me!
        Dinner went well with no more eruptions on my part and I managed to
find some kind of normal relationship with Mark without my going
ballistic in the crotch area. I was still very attracted to him and
this was upsetting me somewhat but I did not have much chance to think
it over. I just knew that my reaction to Mark was not anything I had
had with another boy and that worried me.
         I understood that some boys were attracted to other boys but it was
not something that was discussed in my group except in a disparaging
way. From my wrestling I had handled a good many other guys equipment
and occasionally one of us would get a boner, but it was an exception
to the normal and a lot of kidding would result if it was revealed
that a particular guy had "popped one" during practice, so in general
nothing was said.
        Then it happened - Mark's mother said to my parents that they had
plenty of room in the mobile home and how about if the boys moved in
together in the camper and my parents moved over to the mobile home. I
immediately had very mixed reactions. One part of me was saying - wow
- I get to spend the night with this guy while at the same time
another was saying - OH Shit - I can't be in the camper with him. Then
my body took over and it wanted Mark with me very badly - thank god I
had on the tee shirt and especially the jockstrap.
        Mark thought the idea was great and went off to pack his things up. We
went over to our camper and I showed him a drawer to put his things in
while my parents got their things for the next morning. They left us
with a warning to behave and not stay up all night. We watched TV
until about midnight and then took the table down so that Mark would
have a place to sleep while I used the big bed over the cab of the
truck. 
        I popped up into my bed and took off my shorts and got under the
covers. I figured I could get rid of the jockstrap when Mark was
asleep.
As I lay there I talked to Mark while he got ready for bed. I stared
in a sort of daze as he pulled his shirt over his head and then
unsnapped his shorts and let them drop to the floor. He stood facing
away from me in what looked to be a very tiny pair of underpants that
were a sort of light blue color. He bent over slightly as he slipped
them down and off exposing his ass to me with the cheeks slightly
spread out and as he slipped the underpants off I could see his smooth
round tight ball sack between his legs. This sent me into another
erection that hurt badly in my jockstrap. I didn't want to look but I
was riveted to him and I felt badly because I kept having these
reactions to another boy.
        Mark pulled the sheet down and I actually closed my eyes as he sat
down and swung his legs around and got in the bed and pulled the sheet
up under his chin and rolled on his side. We both turned off our
lights and said "good night - see ya in the morning".
        I laid in my bed very still trying to sort out what I was feeling and
why I was feeling it. I couldn't understand why my body was reacting
to Mark - up until now I had always dreamed and masturbated thinking
about girls in my class - NEVER about one of the other guys.
Eventually I heard regular breathing from Mark and knew that he had
fallen asleep.
        I raised my hips and slipped both my underpants and jockstrap off and
put the jock in my drawer just below the bed.
         I started to put my underpants back on and paused as I thought about
Mark so close and felt my penis stiffen as I thought of him and
imagined that he was in the bed with me and it was his hands on my
underpants - he was taking them off of me, not putting them on. My
erection hardened and taking my right hand I wrapped it around the
shaft and slowly jerked off as I pictured Mark doing it to me and
imagined that it was his hand stroking me rhythmically. My hand
increased the speed of my stroking and I felt that I was going to
squirt very soon. I reached down and wrapped my underpants around my
cock and jerked harder and faster. I groaned as I got closer to
spilling my cum into my own underpants. 
        I was laying on the bed with the sheet down to my knees on my back
with my cock sticking up and my hand flying up and down the cloth
wrapped shaft and my hips jerking up and down. With a final groan I
started to squirt my cum into my underpants. 
        At the same time I heard an answering groan and fell back on the bed
as my spent penis softened in my hand. The camper was gently bouncing
up and down under me. I rolled on my side and from the light coming in
the side windows saw Mark below me on his back with his legs spread
out and his fist around a hard erect cock that was maybe six and a
half inches long. His middle was white where he wore his swim suit and
the rest of his lean body was a dark tan in contrast so that his pubic
area almost glowed in the dark and you could just barely make out the
pubic hair above the erection he was stroking. the covers were
completely kicked off of him so I was looking down at his entire
length as he lay with his head opposite me. I watched as he stroked
himself in front of me. His eyes were closed and his head was back
while his hand went up and down and his hips rose and fell with his
hand. He pulled his head down and opened his eyes as he watched
himself masturbate himself to ejaculation. 
        I had never seen another boy ejaculate in front of me and I got
another erection as I saw his hips fly up in the air and with each
thrust his cum flew out and covered his chest with blobs of whiteness.

        My own cock throbbed as he squirted on himself and without my even
touching it again erupted what little cum I still had in my balls
spilling on them and seeping between my clamped legs.
        Mark looked up at me and said - "You were rocking the camper and it
woke me up. I watched you a little and then I couldn't help myself. I
think you are beautiful and when I saw you naked jacking off I just
couldn't not do it while you did."
        I looked down at his nakedness and said - "No - Mark - your beautiful
and I've had a hardon since the moment I saw you outside this
afternoon. I creamed in my speedos while we were sitting talking."
        He laughed and smiled and said - "I didn't know I drove you that far
but I knew you would get hard when I spread my legs out so you could
see up my shorts. Your eyes just about popped out of your head Jeff."
        I looked at him - smiling, naked and beautiful, and in that moment I
decided I didn't care what I thought about boys. I said "I want you to
come and sleep up here with me." 
        We spent the night naked in each others arms. We had learned about the
camper not hiding the activity that might go on inside of it and
announced to our parents that we were taking sleeping bags down to the
pond and sleeping over down there.
        It was at the pond that I first experienced the joy and love that can
develop between two boys.
        Over the next weeks of the summer we became one person. Neither of us
had ever been with another boy before and everything was new and
wonderful to us.
        I never felt the way I did that summer - I never had a relationship
with another boy - and I never have regretted that my first true love
was the most beautiful boy I ever met.