Date: Fri, 7 Nov 2003 10:19:25 -0800 (PST)
From: mycandlelight_dreams <mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com>
Subject: BilliBob - chapter 2

MOUNTAIN HIKE

The twins turned thirteen a short time before school let out.. It was
special because they were becoming teens. I checked with their parents, and
held a birthday party for them at the Rec Center. For a couple of hours,
the pool and the game room was theirs. Of course, there was also cake and
ice cream.

The twins had a ball. Their parents were really impressed at the number of
kids (boys and girls) that attended the get together. They were also in
stitches when I presented the twins with jock straps.

"Just a little something for growing boys," I giggled. The twins were
really red-faced. They laughed it off, but claimed they would get even. A
dozen girls giggled and asked what they were. The boys offered to
demonstrate. The parents decided that would not be necessary. More giggles.

Every youth leader knows that girls and boys alike know about such things
as condoms, jock straps, training bras, and even birth control pills. Few
of the said boys and girls would admit that to parents, but all of them
talk openly about such things at schools and Rec Centers.

About a month after that party, the twins surprised me with an unscheduled
visit to my office. They burst in very excited, and then quickly locked the
door. Without warning, they dropped their drawers to show me the "new
hairs" growing over their dick. Each had just a few dark curly hairs about
an inch long that definitely weren't there a few days ago - not even the
day before, according to them.

I jumped at the chance to get them to jerk off with me to see if they could
"shoot off' yet. They couldn't. All of us knew it would be any time now. We
had been practicing a lot. I had gotten them used to taking my finger up
their backside under the excuse that it would make them shoot sooner. They
weren't sure about that, but I had told them about the prostrate gland
(love spot). Even if they didn't shoot off, it meant one hell of an orgasm.

One of the games, they loved to play with me was getting me to cum. I loved
it too. I also loved trying to get them to do more. I think they got a kick
out of me trying to get more than a finger into those gorgeous buns. Each
had his own way of giving in just a little without giving up his
cherry. Bobby especially liked having me knead his fabulous cheeks while
whispering that I wanted him. He would let me stick my dick between the
cheeks and would try to hold it there while I pumped until I shot my load
all over his crack. Billy would let me stick it between his legs and pump
while he held it. He loved watching me shoot as if the load was coming from
him. Neither was ready to give in, but I think both of them knew they
would...eventually.

What has all this got to do with the hike? It is what led up to it. I had
been bragging that I was going away during the summer on a fifty-mile hike
in the mountains. It was going to be great. I would get to escape for a
whole week. It would be just the trail and me. No kids. No parents. No
pressure. By June, it had gotten to be more like a joke than a
vacation. Everybody was asking when I was going.

"You'll be bored to tears without us. Better take us along," the twins
pleaded. "We could make that hike really special."

I usually laughed it off with comments like: "I earned a break from you
guys. Somebody else can suffer while I'm gone." or "Yeah, right! I'll miss
you - not!"

Finally, about two weeks before the hike, the twins came to the office
again. This time, they were quiet. Something was up. I just let them do the
talking.

"PLEEAASSEE !!" Both had rehearsed this part. "Take us too. Three's lots
more fun than one."

"Even if I said yes, your parents would never go along with such a
thing. Just the three of us? No way would they agree to that. Sorry guys,
but that's the end of this discussion."

It was not. Two sad looking boys left the office. A few hours later, my
phone rang.

"We're just amazed that you have invited our boys to take a fifty mile hike
with you. (I did?) They said their parents would have to give their
permission. Could you possibly agree to do dinner? Is there a chance of
getting a list of things the boys would need on the trip? We wouldn't think
of allowing you to pay for the trip. Etc. etc."

"Did the boys explain that it's just the three of us?" I added, still
thinking they wouldn't go along with that.

"No problem. The boys haven't stopped pleading since they got home. They
say you told them "only if your parents agree. (Did I say that?) Papers
would be arranged, etc."

I could hear the boys in the room cheering.

Later, I sat at a table for dinner...still looking confused while two imps
sat next to me smiling from ear to ear. A chance to get Billibob to have
fun with me, for a whole week? Who was taking who for a ride...I mean
hike. The deal was done. We were going on a hike.

The first day on the trail was great. We headed off with full packs. Two
anxious boys chattered like monkeys.

"Where we gonna stop first? Any water falls on this trail? We could see
some bears, huh? Do we have to cook our own food?"

We passed a number of other hikers and soon settled into a steady pace,
stopping only for lunch. By evening, the boys and I were starved and had
reached a stream with a great view and a campsite. We agreed this was a
good time to set up camp.

While the boys scouted out the site, I set up a kitchen area. They set up
the tent while I heated up a pot of stew. As the stew cooked, we stripped
down to our briefs and waded out in the stream to play and bathe.

"Can we go skinny-dipping? There's no one here," the boys pleaded.

"Why don't we wait until dark to play around? Might be some other hikers
nearby." I wasn't comfortable with daylight sex-play. Not yet. Then we
filled up on stew.

Fat and sassy, we watched the sunset and night quickly set in. Since we
felt comfortable with each other, we decided to run around in our
briefs. It was cooler, and it was fun. Yes, we played around a little. We
had been playing around for months. It was still just a fun thing for guys
that liked each other.

After retreating to the tent, we teased and wrestled each other. The tent
was small, so there wasn't a lot of room. Still, there was enough that I
managed to suck on each boy after convincing them to wrestle naked. They
had no problem returning the favor.

Each took their turn. Bobby was the one that took the load. That was the
first time he swallowed it, but it was his decision. Billy didn't say
anything, but he gave Bobby a funny look.

"What?" Bobby challenged. "It don't taste bad." The twins still thought it
was gay to suck dicks or to swallow somebody's cum, but for some reason
they seemed to think I was an exception to the rule. As long as we agreed
sucking dicks was one of our secret games, it wasn't gay. That theory would
be tested sooner than I thought.

The second day, rain set in. We had trouble on the steep upgrades, often
slipping and sliding. We were soon covered with clay-like mud, which stuck
to us like glue. We agreed to set up camp and let the weather pass. After
bathing in the stream, we retreated nude to the tent. We weren't worried
about it. There was no one in sight. We were on our own.

There's not a lot you can do in a small trail tent. The boys got bored. A
card game quickly turned into a wrestling match. No way were the twins
going to pass up another chance to wrestle in the nude. They loved it. We
were just grabbing anything and everything to play with as we rolled like
three little tots.

At some point, I wound up with Bobby lying under me on his back, his legs
spread open on each side of my chest. I eased down until I could get his
stiff little dick into my mouth, and my sweaty finger up his love
hole. Bobby moaned and opened up so my finger could slide all the way
in. Finding his love point, I started working him over.

Billy had backed off, but was still leaning against my back.

Bobby was lifting his butt to let me play with his love point. I let his
dick go to rise up over him.

What happened next you'll have to figure out for yourself. Teasing Bobby to
see if he would let me enter him, I had removed my finger and replaced it
with my dick at his love hole.

The next move was up to him. He looked down at what he considered to be a
huge shaft waiting to enter his tight little rosebud. Surprised, he then
looked up at me. He wanted it. He didn't want it. I could see it in his
face. I waited. Billy saw Bobby's butt raised and giggled as he attempted
to get up for a better look.

"This I gotta see," he muttered.

Falling forward against me, he pushed me into Bobby. My sweaty and slick
dick popped inside Bobby's rosebud. Not far; just enough that the head was
completely engulfed.

"AAARRRGGHH" Bobby yelped. I knew that had to hurt. I expected to hear
Bobby scream. My dickhead is one of those mushroom shaped jobs that look
larger than the shaft. It was completely out of sight. Bobby looked really
pathetic. He had tears welling up in those big round brown eyes, but he had
only flinched. He could have easily pulled out, but he didn't. He paused,
tears running down his cheeks, and then slowly pushed forward. He was
opening up to let it in.

Billy saw the tears. He knew something was going on, and looked to see
what. Confused once again, Billy watched as his twin let a man's dick slide
slowly inside him. Definitely a gay thing.

Bobby didn't pay Billy any mind. He also didn't back off. They both seemed
to know something I didn't. Bobby slowly pushed until the shaft had
completely disappeared inside him. He let it stay there.

"You're in. All the way in. That really didn't hurt that much." Bobby
sounded pretty happy about it.

"You O K?" I asked, feeling kind of stupid. "Sorry about that."

Bobby laid back and tried to relax.

Billy carefully examined his brother impaled on a dick, and exclaimed
"Koool.... dude!"

I slowly began to work it around until I found Bobby's love spot. He cooed
as his dick jumped and pleasure replaced pain.

Billy sometimes played with Bobby's dick or his own, but was more
interested in seeing my shaft slide out, then back in. He seemed to know
Bobby was in another world. Neither pushed me to finish it.

Both watched as I pulled back until I was almost out, and then slid back in
again. Although I wanted it to last forever, nature took over. I could feel
my load starting to build up pressure. Instinct forced me to start pounding
away. Bobby and Billy watched as I held on and rammed in and out, my balls
slamming against his cheeks. I paused long enough to shoot my load deep
inside him, then backed off and did it again until I was done.

Only as I came out of my own orgasm did I realize Bobby had also
climaxed. As we hugged and recovered, I slid out. We snuggled up and took a
nap.

About an hour later, I woke up with two gorgeous looking twins teasing me
by playing with my very erect shaft and my balls. How long they had been
doing that, I don't know.

Bobby and Billy got into another wrestling match - this time with each
other. There was another new twist. This time, both boys wound up greasing
up their fingers so they could finger-fuck each other while they were
wrestling. The loser would let the other screw him. Both had about a
four-inch cut dick when erect.

I suggested they might want to go ahead and grease them up. That way
whoever got on top could try to slip it into the other one. That was
agreed. Two giggling boys had come up with a new sex game that wasn't gay
because it was a wrestling contest. The same two were instantly competing
to be on top of the other's love hole. After maybe a half hour, they were
tiring. Neither minded that I was now back in the game, or that I had also
greased up. As soon as I caught Billy on all fours, I slipped in behind him
and grabbed him by the hips. He knew instantly what I was going to do. To
my surprise, he didn't even look back. He just pushed back as I popped the
head inside. He had watched and practiced on Bobby.

"Just go slow." Billy said softly.

I was pleased, but not all that surprised. Billy had watched Bobby, and now
had an excuse to try it. It was just part of a wrestling game we were
playing. As I carefully slid in, Bobby kept him busy by playing with his
dick or trying to get him to suck him.

Billy helped me out by slowly and gently rocking back and forth. This set
up a rhythm and I was soon all the way in. Not long after, I was plunging
in and out recklessly sending my load into my second cherry butt in one
day.

The wrestling continued after I pulled out. Both boys got to get me
back. I'm sure I got each of them several times, but was probably dry
having shot my load over and over. By the time we stopped to get supper
going, my balls were aching. The boys were walking funny complaining about
sore butt holes. All of us went to the creek to rinse off and agreed to
take a break. The rest of the night was spent sleeping.

The next day, we got off to an early start to make up for time lost on the
trail. We needed to reach a checkpoint on the trail so we wouldn't be
considered lost. There was also a trading post there where I could get
soda, candy, etc. for the twins. I had them call home to tell mom they were
having fun. We set up camp in a family site with showers.

The twins met some boys their age to make friends with. There was a fire
pit, so we joined with the other boys and set up a campfire that
night. About a half dozen boys other than the twins set around the small
fire swapping stories about camps, trails, and girls. I faded into the
background as the twins "adopted uncle". Most of the kids were about the
age of the twins.

The oldest was a 15 year old. No one was surprised when I announced that we
needed to shower and get some sleep. We were going back on the trail in the
morning.

The twins and I quickly grabbed towels, etc and headed for the showers. The
building was a rustic log type with an open shower room - maybe six
showerheads. They were next to a dressing room - also an open room with
benches and hooks on the wall.

We had just undressed and entered the showers when four of the other boys
walked in. Without more than a quick glance at us, all of them undressed
and joined us in the shower.

"You guys don't mind, do you?" one asked. It was obvious they were checking
each other out like teens often do.

"Saves hot water."

The boys chattered as if they were long lost friends. Although I loved
this, I finally broke in to tell the twins we needed to go. I had a
semi-hard on for these boys that wouldn't go down. A few of the boys had
already smiled at me and looked it over.

Two brothers asked if we would like to join them in a four-man dome tent
for the night. They were with their parents at the camp, but the parents
had another tent. The boys were in a separate tent so they could have
privacy. Thinking the boys were invited, but not me, I politely explained
we needed to stay together as I needed "my boys" to be with me.

"That's fine. We want you to join us." the older brother, Jimmy, quickly
added. "We can easily move our dome tent to your site. We'll tell our
parents it's to be with some new friends.'

"But you said it is a four-man tent. I would be the fifth man." I reminded
him.

"And we like to sleep nude." Jimmy giggled. "Don't you?"

"It shows that much? How long have you known?", I blushed.

"Right after the twins got hard ons watching you watching us. Every kid
here knows you like boys." Jimmy added nonchalantly.

He wasn't telling me anything I didn't already know. I hadn't expected the
boys to follow me to the shower. I knew it was no problem with the twins,
but they were as surprised as I was that all the boys were either hard or
semi-hard as we continued to shower. No one wanted to do anything in the
shower. They were content to show their equipment for now.

That night was great. Jimmy and little brother, Dale, brought their tent
over. The dome tent was much roomier and higher than my trail tent.

I explained to the twins that we didn't have to worry about what happens at
camp. Jimmy and Dale know we will part tomorrow. Just enjoy, and remember
it's just a game. We even kept a light on in the tent to watch the fun.

Jimmy and Dale had came back wearing only boxer shorts. Neither was
shy. The boxers came off quickly. Both were cut.

Dale was no bigger than the twins. Jimmy had a thick five-inch shaft. Both
had bushy pubes. We had already showered together, so there were no
surprises when we joined them nude.

"Why don't we just check each other out?" I suggested. "You guys do
whatever you're comfortable with." All of us started out by laying on our
sleeping bags, which were opened and spread to form one big bed area.

The twins were a little shy at first. They loosened up when they found out
Jimmy and Dale had been playing around for several years. They were in a
nudist family, and claimed kids at the nudist club (boys and girls) often
start playing around with each other as soon as they discover it feels
good. Jimmy and Dale had found out early about Pedos. They had both had sex
with older boys, and with girls. Jimmy had started "letting" Dale suck on
his dick when Dale was about ten. He did the same for Dale. The two boys
demonstrated their skills as openly as we did.

"You got a nice one, Jimmy." I told him as I slowly stroked on it for
him. "Taste's great.", he smiled as he knelt in front of me.

"But it's not less filling." I teased as he slid it over my tongue. That
got things going. I was soon pleasing Dale as well.

The twins wasted no time getting involved in their first orgy.

Jimmy asked for the Vaseline. He greased up Dale and handed the grease to
me. "Dale can handle it. He has had lots of practice. Just go easy. He said
he wanted to try it with you."

"You sure you want to do this." I asked. Dale nodded. Then he lay back and
raised his legs. I slid in slowly, but he was ready. He pushed out as I
slid in. Jimmy had trained him well. Dale "gave in to him "most every day".

Both Billy and Bobby wound up sharing with the brothers. Their ideas of
"gay stuff" would have to wait till some other time. Tonight, anything
went, all night long.

We promised each other the next morning we would do this again next year -
knowing we would not meet again. It was just our way of confiding we had
done something fun that we wanted to do again.

The boys disappeared down the trail with their tent. The next day, I paid
for my all night party. We were late getting started. My time was running
out. I did have sex with my boys that night and on Friday night, but not
all night. We were more interested in just leisurely fun, but we weren't
soon going to forget the night with Jimmy and Dale.

The week passed way to soon. Saturday, we packed up our hiking gear. I got
a car to take us back to my car. We were tired and happy, but it was time
to go home. After a store bought breakfast, we left the mountains.

When we reached town, I pulled over at a rest stop to say my goodbyes to
the twins. I explained that I would leave them quickly when we got to their
home because I get over emotional sometimes. They understood. They even
allowed me to hug and kiss them (if I didn't try to French kiss).

At home, it was the boys who had trouble just shaking hands. Both had to
give me a hug. Despite our promise not to get mushy, we parted trying to
hide the tears clouding our eyes. The twins had learned that the sex game
could become more than a game.

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