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  • My first man

    • I was almost nine years old when I went away to summer camp for two months. I lived in a cabin with three other boys and two counsellors. My senior counsellor was Rob Atkins--we called him Rob. He must have been about 19 or 20, average but athletic build (he taught boating). He was warm and friendly from the first day we arrived, and he was easy to like. He had brown eyes, a thick crop of brown hair, and a winning laid-back smile.

    I'll never forget our first shower together. Every week the boys in each cabin showered together with their counsellors. I enjoyed seeing my cabin mates naked, their little dinkies (mine, too) sticking out over their hairless balls. But when Rob dropped his jeans and boxers and stepped under the hot water with us, my heart stood still and then started to race. He was magnificent: perfectly developed body, covered with a light coating of soft brown hair that gathered from his chest to a thick cluster around his navel, then flowed down to a luxuriant bush of tangled curly black hair that framed his dick and balls from above and below.

    I'd seen my dad naked once or twice when he'd forgotten to close his bedroom door, so I knew what grown men looked like. I couldn't wait till I looked like that, too. But Rob stirred me in ways that my dad had never done, fine as I thought his generous masculinity looked. I felt a deep churning in my gut and a warm glow beginning to spread from between my legs to other parts of my body. I was transfixed by Rob's beauty, in the full glory of his manhood. I couldn't get the image of him out of my mind after I'd seen him naked in the shower.

    I thought about him all the time after that, but especially in those quiet times in the cabin, like when we had our hour's rest after lunch, or when I was trying to fall asleep after lights out. I used to watch for the times when Rob would change his clothes, like when he was getting ready to go down to the waterfront or when he was getting ready for bed. I'd watch him as he took his t-shirt off, then drop his jeans, then step out of his white boxers. He never hid anything from us, so I could visually drink in his full manhood every time he undressed in front of us. He was my hero and I worshipped him every day silently from my bunk.

    One day I was alone in the cabin. Rob's jeans and boxers were lying in a heap on the rumpled sheets of his unmade bed. They drew me to themselves like a magnet. I wanted to touch them and be near the things that were closest to Rob's wonderful man's body. I held his jeans to my face and rubbed them gently against my cheek. They were cool and soft, yet rough. The denim smelled of Rob, of Man, and I inhaled deeply, taking into myself his manly scent. I buried my face in Rob's jeans first, then in his boxers, which smelled even more strongly of him. I became aware that my little boy's dinkie had become harder than it had ever been before, and that I was having difficulty breathing. I'd never felt this way before. I started to tremble.

    Hardly knowing what I was doing, I pulled my camp uniform off, then my underwear, and pulled Rob's huge (to me) boxers on. My dick was throbbing uncontrollably as it felt itself in the same place where Rob's dick was, all day, every day. Next I pulled on Rob's Levi's and felt my rigid little boycock through Rob's tough yet soft denim, breathing deeply of the scent that rose from his jeans and underwear, and swimming in the ocean of his man-drenched clothes, drunk with excitement, pleasure and unfulfilled desire, losing myself wholly in the erotic power and ecstasy of him.

    But the moment came to an unexpected end when Rob himself walked into the cabin and found me in the middle of his sheets, disappearing in a mound of his Levi's and boxers. I was terrified. He didn't get mad, though. He came over and sat next to me on the bed, put his arm around me, and smiled down at me. "Does it feel good?" he asked. "Yes," I said. "Then it's OK," he said, stroking my shoulders and down my back. He gathered me close to him and put my head against the hair on his bare chest (he'd just come back from the waterfront). He stroked my hair and held me close to him, and gradually I relaxed with gratitude, love, and worship. I wanted to stay this way with him for ever.

    When he felt I was calm, he said in a low voice, "Come to my bed after lights out tonight, after the other boys have fallen asleep." I could say nothing. I wanted to weep with happiness. The moment passed, and the other boys came back.

    After I went to bed, I was in a fever of waiting until I could go to Rob as he'd asked. I thought the other boys would never go to sleep, but eventually they did. I slipped down from my bunk and went over to Rob's bed. He whispered, "Take your pyjamas off." I dropped them on the floor by his bed. Rob lifted the blankets back and welcomed me into his warm nest. He was completely naked. I got a hard-on immediately, he felt so warm and his hair was so fuzzy. He engulfed me in his arms and held me close to his body, gently stroking and caressing my head, my back, and the soft hairless cheeks of my little boy's ass. I was in heaven!

    Rob gently took my hand and moved it down till it rested between his legs. He spread his thighs to make it easier for me to explore him. His beautiful big man's dick was still soft. I touched it lovingly, relishing its softness and warmth, worshipping it's mansize and strength. It felt slightly damp, sort of humid. I threaded my fingers through his wondrous thick and tangled bush. "At last, at last!" I thought. I'd been looking at his hairy majesty every night for so long, and now I was tangled in it! I slid my hand down under his dick to his huge warm damp ballsac and cradled his balls in my hand. I heard Rob sigh with pleasure.

    I felt his huge man's dick grow strong and hard against my stomach. His dick felt hotter than the rest of him, and as I focused on how strong, hard, and hot it felt against my skin, my own dick got harder and started to pulse in rhythm with my driving heartbeat.


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