Straight Male / 42
War Games - Behind Enemy Lines
When I was a kid, I used to go to summer camp - you know, learning to dive and swim, crafts, hikes, camp songs, all of it. And there I used to hang out with Heather Lopez, the camp tomboy. We'd trade baseball cards, talk about who had the faster bike, and dammit that girl could throw a punch. She was also the first latina I ever met and hung out with, she was so cool.
One of the last years we both went (around age 14, just starting puberty of course), the girls and boys had begun sneaking out and playing "War Games," ie a variation of freeze tag and capture the flag where the object was to get the other team (the other sex) all tagged and captured in your base and then find their hidden flag. So much fun, just for the record, especially when there really weren't a lot of rules to the game and the counselors just weren't catching on that we were playing almost every night.
Anyway, this night I got captured along with two other boys - Yusuke and Grant - and they blindfolded us with our handkerchiefs, tied up our hands, and led us to their base. There was a lot of giggling that night once they got us there. And lots of talk about what they should do with us - like throw us in the lake or lead us out on the trails still blindfolded and tied up. A random girls said I have an idea, and the rest of the girls got quiet (probably about ten girls out there total). I remember the sound of crickets and frogs vividly to this day during that silence.
All the sudden, one of the girls pantsed me and from what I heard the other boys, too. More giggling, then I felt two hands on my johnson and a very familiar voice in my ear. It was Heather. You're screwed, buttwad, she said.
I tried to squirm away but two other girls had my arms held back and I was still tied up.
After a few moments where it was clear the girls were exploring the boys' hardware, I felt something wet and warm with those hands. I stopped struggling pretty quick and didn't take long to be fully at attention, if you know what I'm saying. Whoever it was, she was so bad at it, but no time, I came in her mouth and heard sputtering. Someone pulled the blindfold off, and I saw that Yusuke and Grant were also being sucked by a girl each while two girls held them back. Looking down, I saw Heather - dark hair tied in a single braid, warpaint under her eyes, cum on her chin, tight white tank top (no bra!) with my cum on it, red shorts with a few drops - had been my captor, so to speak.
She looked up at me and said good job, dumbass. And got up and punched me in the arm - that bruise was a badge of honor, a fucking medal of honor for my very first headshot in combat. She was so mad at me for the rest of camp, so that didn't happen again. Still, as we parted, she gave me her address and home phone number. We hugged the last day of camp in front of our parents. She said if you talk to any other girls, I'll fucking kill you.
She and I are married now, and have a daughter together, pretty good life. She still likes to tie me up sometimes like that night and put on a white tanktop, red shorts, and the single braid, and suck me off until I cum on her.
Our daughter is old enough to go camping, we did that a lot this year with Grant and his wife Connie. Heather and I definitely recreated our little scene in the woods out there while we thought the rest of the group was sleeping. Turned out Grant and Connie did the same thing, clearly the experience left a mark on us.
Heather still says good job, dumbass every time we do it, too. No punch in the arm, though. She will still fucking kill me if I talk to other girls, just for the record.
One of the last years we both went (around age 14, just starting puberty of course), the girls and boys had begun sneaking out and playing "War Games," ie a variation of freeze tag and capture the flag where the object was to get the other team (the other sex) all tagged and captured in your base and then find their hidden flag. So much fun, just for the record, especially when there really weren't a lot of rules to the game and the counselors just weren't catching on that we were playing almost every night.
Anyway, this night I got captured along with two other boys - Yusuke and Grant - and they blindfolded us with our handkerchiefs, tied up our hands, and led us to their base. There was a lot of giggling that night once they got us there. And lots of talk about what they should do with us - like throw us in the lake or lead us out on the trails still blindfolded and tied up. A random girls said I have an idea, and the rest of the girls got quiet (probably about ten girls out there total). I remember the sound of crickets and frogs vividly to this day during that silence.
All the sudden, one of the girls pantsed me and from what I heard the other boys, too. More giggling, then I felt two hands on my johnson and a very familiar voice in my ear. It was Heather. You're screwed, buttwad, she said.
I tried to squirm away but two other girls had my arms held back and I was still tied up.
After a few moments where it was clear the girls were exploring the boys' hardware, I felt something wet and warm with those hands. I stopped struggling pretty quick and didn't take long to be fully at attention, if you know what I'm saying. Whoever it was, she was so bad at it, but no time, I came in her mouth and heard sputtering. Someone pulled the blindfold off, and I saw that Yusuke and Grant were also being sucked by a girl each while two girls held them back. Looking down, I saw Heather - dark hair tied in a single braid, warpaint under her eyes, cum on her chin, tight white tank top (no bra!) with my cum on it, red shorts with a few drops - had been my captor, so to speak.
She looked up at me and said good job, dumbass. And got up and punched me in the arm - that bruise was a badge of honor, a fucking medal of honor for my very first headshot in combat. She was so mad at me for the rest of camp, so that didn't happen again. Still, as we parted, she gave me her address and home phone number. We hugged the last day of camp in front of our parents. She said if you talk to any other girls, I'll fucking kill you.
She and I are married now, and have a daughter together, pretty good life. She still likes to tie me up sometimes like that night and put on a white tanktop, red shorts, and the single braid, and suck me off until I cum on her.
Our daughter is old enough to go camping, we did that a lot this year with Grant and his wife Connie. Heather and I definitely recreated our little scene in the woods out there while we thought the rest of the group was sleeping. Turned out Grant and Connie did the same thing, clearly the experience left a mark on us.
Heather still says good job, dumbass every time we do it, too. No punch in the arm, though. She will still fucking kill me if I talk to other girls, just for the record.
