Summer Camp

(Part 1 from 1)

Here I was on the bus to the summer camp I have been dreaming of since I could first shoot hoops. Ever since my coach yelled "Hey Tim" pulling me aside confirming my acceptance I fully expected something would go terribly wrong ending as a cruel joke. But reality began sinking in as we passed the gates and entered the training camp.

I was one of the youngest players ever to be chosen to attend, I was told because of my dedication and natural "gift" it was decided I should attend. Over 400 boys from around the country, age range 13 to 17, would be attending the camp for the 3 months during school summer vacation. I was in top form, running 5 miles a day, lifting weights and keeping my diet healthy. I was small, but very fast and a real heads up player. I felt lean and trim at 5.6 145lbs, every part of my body was muscular and agile.

I was assigned to a barracks style building, one of 10, which would be my new home sharing the space with 40 other boys. There were bathrooms attached to each building including a large open area to bath. Beds were lined on either side of the long room with small night stands between. I was introduced around the room and assigned a buddy, Brendan. He was two years older than me and had been to the camp last year. The buddy arrangement was intended to help the new kids find their way and not feel overwhelmed. Bren and I got along great right from the start, he was funny and a total athlete. He was only a few inches taller than me and about 20 pounds heavier. He too was all muscle and perfectly toned. We did everything together as the buddy system mandated. 

I felt after the first week I was settling in faily well, getting used to the snoring was the tough part. It was on an unusually cold night I woke shivering, actually shaking. We were assigned heavy sleeping bags but it was just not keeping me warm. As I sat up I heard Bren whisper if I was ok. Whispering back, I told him I was freezing and wondered if I should try to find more blankets. He explained that the sleeping bags were all they had and it was pointless to ask. The snoring in the room had actually intensified, and to her Bren I had to lean in real close. He touched my shoulder and I was amazed at how warm he was. I asked him if he had a heater in his bag, laughing he just said I run real warm. I was desperate hoping he wouldn't get the wrong idea and asked if he would share my bunk to keep warm. He was hesitant, but I pleaded and he realized I desperate. He quietly got up and to my amazement he was only wearing briefs with a t shirt. I quitly unzipped my bag as he slipped in rezipping. The sleeping bag was oversize and still roomy even with Bren zipped in. I thanked him until he almost got mad telling me to sleep. Back to back I quickly warmed right up falling fast asleep.

Falling asleep has always been a problem for me, but once asleep I was like the dead. My mom would say it was almost scary how soundly I slept. I also drempt vividly in my deep sleep awaking only as I realized I was not in the bathroom as I had dreamed but still in bed. I was not a bed wetter but it had come very close quite a few times. So it was not unusual when I felt as though I needed to go the bathroom but it was not the need to pee. I was cramped and pained as I woke, in a total fog. I moved a bit and felt a little relief as pressure on my bottom lessened.

It was the strangest sensation I ever experienced, still very groggy, I felt it again this time a very sharp pain. I was more aware of my surroundings as I felt a throbbing and yes it was coming from inside my bottom. Something was inside there moving in and out, faster and faster and deeper. Now I was almost fully awake feeling not only an object moving faster and faster in and out of my bottom but a hand on my chest gently squeezing my nipple. Was this for real, what was happening? This was no dream I realized as the pace increased and the very hot object was now moving very deep and fast. I felt a jolt in my stomach and very pleasant feeling started all over my body some parts began to tingle. Suddenly I felt very hot liquid shooting deep inside me and Bren I noticed was moaning. I began to realize it was him inside me as his liquid continued to fill my anal lubricating me and easing the pain. It felt wonderful, I could feel him shooting more and more deep inside me, like he was part of me. 

I also began to shoot streams sticky globs of liquid all over myself. 

The globs smelled great so I took a taste and found I liked it!. Bren was slowing his deep thrusts and began to go soft inside me. I could feel the fluid leaking out of my now very large anal opening rolling onto my bottom and down my legs. Bren had unloaded a huge amount of fluid deep inside me. I was horrified as I realized what Bren had just done to me, at the same time I wanted him to do it again. How could this be? My mind racing, I began to feel Brens penis get harder inside me and slowly I leaned into him, wanting him to start those deep thrusts again and this time I would be fully awake to enjoy them!

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