When I was 16 years old, I ventured out to my first spring break on a camping trip
with friends from the continuation school.

They gave me my first hit of weed from an oddly shaped zong-bong thingy and as we
prepared for bed Mike, offered to share a lop-sided tent for two with me.
I accepted, excited that we might have sex and it would be my first time.

Mike was generally a modern-day Tom Sawyer with blonde locks and blue eyes that
vivaciously danced in his head with the aura of mischief. He possessed a
sharp little prick which he presented to me in our tent.

I gobbed on his cock like a chicken leg and quite sloppily, with flicks of drool
oozing from the corner of my mouth.....