Tent Talk and Bliss

 On a recent camp-out with some dear friends. The sleeping accommodations put me and their 12 year old son in the same tent alone together. First of all it was about a 12x8 foot tent and each of us had our own beds/sleeping bags, so there was nothing suspicious about that. But the young fellow and I are very close friends, and he is unusually affectionate, which gets no objection from me.

 It was lights-out and we retired to our humble tent. Although it was a rather chilly spring night, our tent was complimented by a heater and electric power to keep us cozy. He sat down near to me on a moving blanket we had tossed centrally on the floor to help keep debris out of the tent. Soon he was gathered close to my bed as we chatted and pondered the challenges of Middle School life and how to determine what characteristics of a child-hood friend gains them merits to withstand teen-age drama, and the beginning stages of personal integrity. Obviously I could recall a few stories to share and the conversation blossomed in mere seconds.

To bide the time, I turned him about and began to scratch his back under his shirt. He listed a complaint how his tail-bone has been aching, so I asked him to lay down and I can work on his back with a massage. He didn't seem too interested for a moment, but soon laid face down and I lifted his shirt to his shoulders, but he then removed it completely. I had a bottle of massage oil already staged and ready at the front of my back-pack. I drizzled a few healthy drops on my hands then proceeded to rub the overall of his back, and shoulders.


 We just continued talking like it was nothing unusual. Eventually I did lower his pants some to rub near his tailbone, but I was very cautious to avoid touching his buttocks. He never complained nor said a word about any of it being odd to him.

 With a natural concern for caressing his body into relaxed comfort, I ended up massaging him for over an hour. He loved it, and shamefully I was a bit aroused from the intimate contact of his smooth flesh. Since it was dark in the tent, and he did not see my accidental tent happening, it was effectively a non-event. But Jeez his skin is so soft and with massage oil, he felt so heavenly to touch. The warmth of this human touch and confided touch lingered in my memory firmly into my return home, and the pleasured moments when he allowed me to soothe him  

I know this was a bit of a tease to introduce the little story this way, but to me it was more satisfying than intimacy. I've been longing to touch someone and soothe them in a way like this. For him it was a long relaxing indulgence. In hindsight, I have no shame or regrets about the evening. 

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