Resolution for Camp

When I was 12 years old I was very curious about what other boys penises might look like. I tried unsuccessfully with several guests to see their dicks. The common method I used was to try and get them to undress in front of me by undressing first like it was no big deal.

One of my targets, an Asian kid named Jacob apologized and turned their head to give me my privacy even though I tried to make it clear that I didn't care if they saw me. I remember that Jacob opted to change in the bathroom rather than in my room where I might see.


Another way that I tried to see a dick was by "accidentally" barging into the bathroom when they were changing clothes or peeing, trying to time things just right so I might see something. This too did not work. I remember barging in when I thought my friend, Adam the blondest, whitest kid ever would be just getting out of the shower. I was disappointed to find him already wrapped in a towel.

My desire to see a dick did not discriminate I remember this black kid named Daniel I thought about pulling his pants down while he slept. I might have gotten away with it because I swear that Daniel could sleep through dynamite exploding but as soon as I put my hand on the waistband of his pajamas a feeling of guilt overwhelmed me. I'm not kidding, it was a sudden and massive feeling that I was doing something wrong so I stopped.

Attempt after attempt and no luck until one day, one glorious day we all went to summer camp. This is before the days of everybody being afraid to make a kid shower. We all took showers and between the time that camp started and ended I saw the Asian kid, Jacob and I saw the blonde boy, Adam and I saw the black kid, Daniel along with about six other friends and a few dozen fellow campers.

It was an experience that eliminated my need to do sneaky things to see other boys instead I just made sure I got to camp. Summer camp, winter camp, any kind of camp and I wanted to go.

Anonymous