Date: Mon, 26 Nov 2007 15:37:13 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Chapter Seventy-Two

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Chapter Seventy-Two: Brad's Idol

When we got home from school on Thursday, we were surprised not only to see
Uncle Ray's car sitting in the driveway, but one of Mr. Paul's company
trucks was parked out front with a trailer hitched to it.  I looked at
Donny when we spotted the vehicles and he just shrugged his shoulders; he
didn't know any more than Larry or me.  All three of us knew this didn't
look good for our chances to make any pictures right away.

"Uncle Ray?"  I hollered out when I opened the door and before I had one
foot inside; he didn't answer.  I went through the kitchen and into the
family room, then I called out again.  Before I finished calling his name
he was standing in the doorway giving me "the look".

"What'd I do?"

"How about you weren't raised in a barn?"  He didn't really fuss with me,
but he did have that look parent's get sometimes when they really mean 'how
many times do I have to tell you'.

"Sorry, I didn't mean ta yell that loud; I was just surprised to see ya
home.  What's goin' on?"  The truth was, of course, that I didn't even
think about whether I was yelling.  I knew better than to argue because he
was right; no way was going I to admit it.

"Do you have any school tomorrow?" He asked me that like he didn't have a
clue.  I knew that he already knew the answer without asking me; he always
called the school when he wanted to pull me out for something.

"No; at least not the kids.  Teachers do though."  I answered as I headed
for the refrigerator for a drink and snack; nothing there.  "Are we goin'
ta camp?  I thought we wasn't leavin' till tomorrow."

"Well, believe it or not, kiddo, Mr. Paul and I get to take a few days off
for fun, too.  We thought that if we went down this afternoon, you boys
would have that much more time to have fun."  Then he got serious.  "You
know this might be the last trip, at least for a while; right?"

"Yeah," I answered, a little disheartened with the fact.  "What about
Donny's mom and sister; they goin'?"

"Not this time.  They thought it might be better as a guys' weekend at the
camp while they have a girls' weekend here.  Besides, Mr. Paul and I will
be helping Donny's grandfather install a new kitchen in one of the cabins;
the ladies don't usually get too excited over that type of activity.  You,
Donny and Larry can have your time to fool around and play with the other
boys.  Sound good?"  I wondered if he realized that 'fool around and play'
could have more than one meaning.  I was good, that time; the worst I did
was smile and offer to help pack.

Mr. Paul's truck was one of those new trucks with four doors.  He had the
back packed with equipment and tools.  The equipment included a new stove
and dishwasher.  All of it translated to work.  I let Uncle Ray know that
I'd be willing to help. It looked like the same stuff we did at the
apartments that summer.  He told me that the kitchen was small enough that
more than three people in there and somebody would get tripped over.

A tote bag held all the toiletries and clean clothes Larry and I needed.
Visiting a nudist camp for the weekend had its advantages; we didn't have
to worry about having the right clothes or getting anything dirty.  If we
got dirty we just headed to the river, pool or nearest shower.  No towels
either, just drip dry.  We hardly had time to drop our school books before
Uncle Ray and Mr. Paul herded us into the truck.  About forty-five minutes
into the trip, we had to tell Uncle Ray that we forgot something.

"Uncle Ray, we forgot something."  I waited to make sure I had his
attention.  "We're hungry.  We had'n had anything ta eat since lunch at
school.  The 'fridge was empty.  You bring any snacks?" Uncle Ray decided
to get theatrical.

"Oh my God, Paul!  Do you realize we could be charged with child cruelty?
Starving these poor, defenseless boys!"  He exaggerated the tone and
seriousness of the situation so much that he and Mr. Paul thought it was
funny.

"Uncle Ray, I'm not kiddin'; we had'n eaten anything since lunch," I
repeated, and then tried to make my point.  "Look at Larry.  You can stick
your finger in his belly button and scratch his backbone.  He looks kinda
faint, too."

Mr. Paul pointed to the glove box and Uncle Ray opened it.  He pulled out a
pack of cheese and peanut butter cookies and handed them to me.

"Ohhhh, thank you kind sir."  I put my hands together and gave him my best
pleading voice and expression.  "Two whole cookies for each of these
unworthy boys.  You are so kind, kind sir."  I couldn't keep it up; Donny,
Larry and I started laughing too hard and they also did the pleading and
bowing routine to show our heartfelt gratitude at their less than
overwhelming generosity.

The trip wasn't bad, at least not after we ate our two cookies each and
worked out what music we were going to listen to.  The oldies and modern
rock 'n roll didn't always blend too well.  The solution was for the adults
to use the radio and we used walkmans.  We stopped at The Paddock Mall in
Ocala and had supper at the cafeteria.  Uncle Ray and Mr. Paul gave us
strange looks when they saw our trays; the looks were even stranger when we
ate it all.  They had great roast beef and strawberry shortcake!  We made
one more stop enroute for groceries and reached the camp not long after
dark.  When we pulled off the main highway, Uncle Ray turned around to say
something but lost his train of thought when he saw the three of us already
naked.  I just shrugged my shoulders, "What?"

We entered the camp and Larry was all over himself and us trying to look
around.  I'm not sure what he expected to see, but what he saw was nothing;
the place almost looked like a ghost town.  Donny told us that's how it
looked a lot of the time during the week.  Some of the kids did go to the
local schools, so they had to be in early.  The kids that were home
schooled were probably inside doing home work.  School was just one of
those things that every kid had to learn to tolerate.

After we took our things inside we walked around to show Larry some of the
place.  It wasn't cool outside, but the humidity you feel in the summer was
gone.  We walked over next to the pools and I stuck my hand in the water.
If there had been a group of us wanting to swim, I could have handled it,
but given the choice I suggested we wait till daytime when the sun was up
high.  Donny led us around, explaining things mostly to Larry since I had
been there several times.  We ran into a couple of the guys and let them
know we were here for the weekend.  They said something about a campout
planned for Friday night.

Donny did show me something new.  There were a number of motor home and
travel trailer hookups.  Donny said his grandparents did a good business in
the winter months with northerners coming down to stay for the winter.  I
thought about it and really hadn't given it much thought before, but if
northerners could live up north in the summer, and winter in the south,
there was no reason that couldn't include northern nudists.  I remembered
most northerners I'd seen looked kind of pasty white; I wondered if the
nudists looked like that.

"If they winter down here, does that mean most of 'em are retired?" Larry
asked with a degree of apprehension.

"Mostly; why?" Donny responded.

"Well, I don't mean this bad or anything, but if they're retired doesn't
that mean they're kinda old?  If they're kinda old, I mean . . . you know
. . . doesn't everything kinda sag?"

Donny and I couldn't say anything, we were way too busy laughing.  It may
have sounded bad, but it was easy to see where he was coming from.  I had
seen Donny's grandparents nude and yes, they had some gray hair and a few
extra pounds, their skin wasn't as smooth and tight as ours, but they were
grandparents.  That's how grandparents are supposed to look.  The few extra
pounds and loose skin makes them comfortable to lean against or lay on.
People like Mr. Paul and Uncle Ray were in between.  They didn't really
have six-pack abs and bulging muscles; but, who cared?  They were
comfortable and warm, and their muscles were still strong enough to pick us
up and carry us to bed if we passed out on the sofa or floor.  That's how
parents were supposed to be.

"Larry, a lot of the people who come here for just a few weeks are like
that," Donny explained.  "The thing you have to realize, also, is that up
north the kids get a winter break.  It's a lot like our spring break.  We
also get a lot of college students coming through.  Remember, winter
semester doesn't start for them until the third week of January.  Of
course, for college students, they have to have a reservation and had to
have prior contacts here.  A lot of them lived or vacationed here as kids,
and they come back for a visit.  The funny times are when one of them comes
back and brings a friend that's never been to one of these camps.  You can
always tell the newbies.  They walk around with their hands covering their
packages and their eyes ready to pop out of socket."

When we went in for the evening we found out that Uncle Ray was taking
Donny's sister's room and we boys would be sharing Donny's room.  I looked
at Uncle Ray for a minute, but understood I needed to stay with Donny and
Larry.  How do three boys sleep in two beds without doubling up?  Easy, put
both mattresses on the floor and lay across; instant bed for three.

"Can I sleep in the middle?" Larry asked like that was a big deal.

"Lar, before you even start, you need to remember we're in somebody else's
house.  If Mr. Paul heard us and got upset, it wouldn't be anything
compared to how upset Uncle Ray would get for us bein' so uncouth."

"What's uncouth mean?"  Larry asked.

"I'm not sure, but I think it's kinda like rude and disrespectful.  Any
time he told me I was being uncouth, he wasn't smilin', so I know it's
trouble."

"I know how we can have fun and not make hardly any noise at all." Larry
volunteered.  Donny and I just lay there and looked at him.  "We can make a
daisy chain and blow each other."  Donny and I looked at each other, and
grinned.  Leave it to the sex feind.

I got Donny; Donny got Larry; Larry got me.  It was a little awkward and we
had to slide part way off the mattress and under the beds a little to make
the fit right, but it was interesting.  Donny originally taught me to give
good oral sex so I could surprise Uncle Ray once, so taking him was no big
deal.  It had been a while since I deep throated and I began to wonder why.
I stopped wondering when he reached the back of my throat; I needed to
concentrate.  Actually, this was kind of exciting.  It wasn't just the sex,
but doing it somewhere that we were taking a chance on being caught.  None
of us had any trouble getting into it.

                                                 ****

Friday morning came and Uncle Ray and Mr. Paul gave us a big surprise.  We
walked out to the kitchen and were, of course, totally naked; they weren't.
Both of them were wearing jeans and boots; work belts lay on the counter.
I looked at Uncle Ray.

"Before you ask the question, the answer is that we don't want any cabinets
falling on top of our feet.  That leads to broken bones and a lot of pain.
Neither one of us is interested in moving around the cabinets and having
sharp corners rub areas that could be extra sensitive, either.  Does that
answer your questions?"  I could only laugh and shrug my shoulders.

"Why don't you guys have your breakfast and then go out and have a good
time.  Since Larry's never been here before I imagine you can spend a good
part of the day showing him around and explaining just what kind of
activities a bunch of naked boys get into that they don't want to discuss
with their parents; right?"

"Yeah, good guess," was all the answer I offered, smiling at Donny.

It didn't take long for the sun to come up over the trees and it started
warming up.  We found a couple of guys outside and, after talking with
them, they went around and gathered up some other guys.  Seemed that
morning time was usually lesson time in most households, but the parents
let them come out.  We showed Larry some of the areas we played in and
decided football might be fun.  Camp rules dictated flag football only.

Football turned out not to be the best game for Larry.  He was too small to
play the line.  When he ran it would be an insult to the fairer sex to say
he ran like a girl; it was more like swivel hips.  When he chased somebody
and reached for the flag, he kept grabbing the natural flag that wasn't
designed to come off.  Football was not Larry's game.

We tried volleyball next.  It had been a while since I played and I knew I
wasn't the best around by a long shot; however, for some reason I was a
good server.  I was able to hit the ball so it barely cleared the net and
came directly at somebody's face.  It wasn't unusual for the unintended
target to just hit the ball to get it away from their face.  When they hit
it, it usually wound up below or into the net.  Larry did pretty good at
volleyball until one kid served the same way as me.  Larry just stood there
and watched the ball come straight at him; smack!  It was a good thing that
it was lunch time.  Uncle Ray said there was always one thing he knew he
could always count on with me, I had a built in alarm clock that let me
know when it was time to eat.  The alarm was sounding loud and clear.

We found Uncle Ray and Mr. Paul working away in one of the cabins.  Uncle
Ray didn't even ask what we wanted; he just smiled and said to hit the
concessions stand for lunch.  We were also supposed to bring him and
Mr. Paul something.  One of the disadvantages of a nudist camp is that you
don't have any pockets to hold money.  One of the advantages of a nudist
camp is that you don't have any pockets to hold money; you just sign for
whatever you want and they send the bill to the cabin.  We had cokes and
corn dogs.  We sat at the cabin and assessed the quality of the work while
we ate.

"You boys going to camp out with the rest of them tonight?" Mr. Paul asked.
We were confused; what did he mean by 'rest of them'?  He clarified the
point.

"There's a campout planned for all the boys tonight and tomorrow night.
They're setting up two tent shelters and each boy brings a sleeping bag or
blanket.  It'll be down by the river.  There'll be a big camp fire and you
roast hot dogs or something for dinner.  It's for kids only."

"John said something about camping out, but we thought it was just him and
a buddy or something," Donny explained.  "We didn't know it was all the
kids."

"It's not for all the kids; boys only," Mr. Paul clarified.  "The girls
said they didn't want to get dirty or eaten by bugs."  We laughed.

After we ate I had the chance to talk to Uncle Ray and let him know I
thought Donny and Larry could camp out and he and I could have some time.
That idea got blown out when he said he and Mr. Paul were going to work
real late to finish installing the cabinets.  If things worked out like
they hoped, then he and I might get to go horse back riding for a little
bit the next afternoon.

We spent most of that afternoon helping to put up the shelters.  Some of
the guys had their own tents and brought them out.  I never heard if there
was supposed to be a special time when the campout started; it seemed that
some of the guys just drifted out and joined the group.  When the sun was
going down Uncle Ray and Mr. Paul brought us sleeping bags and a light
blanket each.  The first thing I noticed was that they weren't dressed
anymore.  We sat around and roasted hot dogs and marshmallows for a little
while and then the adults disappeared.  The rest of the night was ours as
long as we didn't get too loud.

There were only ten of us camping out, plus two of the guys had their
little brothers with them, but they didn't really count.  It didn't take
long after we ate for the two little ones to go down on us.  They put both
little ones in the same sleeping bag and told them to scrunch up to stay
warm.  The little guys didn't hesitate to wrap their arms around one
another and cuddle for warmth.  It was just two little guys thrilled to be
camping out with their big brother, even if they did sleep through most of
it.

A couple of the guys asked if I'd told Larry about getting' initiated.
Before I could say much Larry popped up and told them that I only told 'im
part of it and that I was under threat of severe punishment if I said
anymore.  Then, he begged them to tell what happened; they did!  While they
told the story, I blushed and laughed, while most of the others just
laughed.  They kind of stretched the truth a little when they told him
about the paddle and my reaction, but they didn't stretch it too much.  I
remembered, and it was kind of funny.  John had a great time telling about
how I went down on my back and gave my butt to Donny.  John told 'em that I
just kept begging for more as Donny plowed my butt.  I wondered how many
shades of red my face could turn.  At first, I wasn't sure that I liked the
idea of people knowing what happened and laughing at me, but my attitude
soon changed when I knew we were all laughing together.

After they finished telling my story and we all relaxed and had a good
laugh, they started talking about some of the other guys and what they went
through.  Listening to these guys I realized that what they put me through
ranged from typical to easy.  One of the guys actually got swatted on the
butt with the paddle.  After that incident, the rumor was that one of his
parents complained and word was passed around to ease up; thank God!  I
elbowed Donny and motioned for him to watch Larry.  The more they talked
about playing with somebody's nipples or squeezing their package, the more
worked up he became.  Larry was definitely going into heat.

One of the games we played was to use a stick about three feet long.  With
one end on the ground you had to bend over and touch your forehead to the
other end.  Usually we grabbed the end with a fist and put our head on the
hand; that way it didn't hurt much.  Holding the stick in place you walked
around the stick ten times.  Talk about feeling dizzy or drunk; wow!  All
of us did it and all of us acted like drunks.  A couple of the guys
couldn't take two steps without falling backwards.  One guy went backwards
like a stiff board and you heard his head hit the ground.  Thunk!  It was
fun until one of the younger guys got sick and threw up everywhere.  What a
smell!  We covered it with dirt.

We sat around and shot the shit for most of the rest of the evening.  It
would have been interesting to know exactly how much of what was told was
truth and how much exaggeration.  Donny and I guessed about half and half.
John was telling a story about a kid that was no longer there.  The kid
sounded a lot like Larry.  He was submissive and liked to be tied up.
Larry was almost salivating before this story started and when I looked
over a few minutes later he was gone.  I looked around and saw him walking
off with Mike and Paul.  I could guess what was going to happen and elbowed
Donny again.  He looked at them a moment and then told me they wouldn't
hurt him.  I wasn't sure if I should be relieved or what.  Larry could be a
pain in the butt sometimes, but for some reason I really didn't want to see
him get hurt.  I trusted Donny's judgment about these guys and minded my
own business.

As the fire died down, guys would drift off to their sleeping bags or
wherever they were going to plop for the night.  I looked over where I had
seen Larry go and there was some activity.

"Lar, are you alright?  You stayin' there or comin' with us tonight?"

"Umph . . .umph . .yeeaaahhh . .umph .  .oohhhh, fuck yeah . .umph . .uhh,
stayin'."  The grunts told me he was getting plowed so I knew he was happy;
I didn't ask anything else.

Donny and I had set our bag off to the side where we could keep track of
what was happening, but we weren't under the big shelter with some of the
younger ones.  We crawled into the same bag and I rolled over on my side,
using my forearm as a pillow.  Donny was behind me and pulled me in to
spoon him.

"Brad, can I ask ya somethin'?"

"Yeah."

"I mean, I know it's none of my business, and you don't have ta answer, but
I was just wonderin' somethin'.  I know you like to fool around with Ray
and all, and I had'n said nothin' to nobody, but do you fool around with
anybody else?"  I lay there and thought for a minute, wondering why he
asked me that.

"Not really.  I like bein' with Uncle Ray.  First time I wanted to play
around some he let me, but when I wanted him to fuck me, he would'n do it;
said I was too young.  It was only a few months ago that he finally took my
cherry; actually, he didn't take it, I gave it to him." I laughed a
little. "He had ta slow me down before I hurt myself.  I'd read this story
where a kid about twelve liked to get fucked and he would sit on somebody's
pole and just kick his feet out and drop down.  The story was written so it
sounded like it felt good, but Uncle Ray said I was about to cause myself
more pain than I'd want to think about."

"You like it, I mean, when he fucks you and all?"

"Yeah, but that's not how we look at it.  Sometimes, I like ta be pampered
and he does it.  Man, he makes every part of me tingle and I just about go
nuts.  He knows how to rub me and tease me so I get just like a whimpering
wet puppy.  When he takes my treasure, that's what we call it, he does it
nice and gentle.  After he fills me, I like ta fall asleep with him still
in me.  Sometimes though, I like it ta be a little harder and rougher.
That's when I tell him I need a good ol' fashioned butt poundin'.  I need
to be fucked good.  He does it, but he makes sure not ta hurt me.  What
about you?  I know you took my butt at initiation, but anybody take you?"

"Not since last Easter.  There was a guy here that I was good friends with
and me and him used to sneak off and play around some.  His folks got
divorced and he moved up north with his mom.  I fooled around with some of
these other guys, but nothin' regular; wasn't the same.  Brad . . . I liked
it when you and me did it; that was nice.  Think that maybe some time we
could fool around some more; just you and me?  I thought that maybe after I
took your butt at initiation, you'd want to try mine."

"I had'n fucked anybody 'cept Larry.  He doesn't care as long as he's the
one getting' it, so I'm ot sure how good I'd be."

"You don't need ta worry 'bout that part.  Just follow your instincts and
do what you like Uncle Ray ta do to you.  Man, I bet that feels good.  I
always wanted him ta plow me, but I'm scared ta death to mention it to 'im.
I bet he's a real good fuck."

While we talked, somewhere along the way, he started gently rubbing the
side of his thumb over my nipple.  He was sending chills through my whole
body.  It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what he was getting
at; especially with his pole sticking me in the leg.  Strange thing was
that I'd thought the same thing.  Before I got initiated at the camp I more
or less had the hots for Donny.  Uncle Ray said I had to learn through
experience with other kids, not just him; I chose Donny.  Given how he took
me during the initiation, I figured Donny had the same thoughts; he just
gave me an invitation on a silver platter.  That's what these guys planned
these campouts for; a teen boy orgy.

There were lots of times I wanted to fool around with Donny, but couldn't
with Larry around.  We did it here at the camp, and that one time the three
of us went at it in front of the computer, but I'm talking about other
times.  There were times I wished Larry didn't get home the same time as me
and Donny; we could fool around some in private.  It was different with
Donny, and I was comfortable with him.  I liked him as a good friend, but I
didn't love him.  I rolled over, looked at him and spoke softly.

"My other nipple likes to get rubbed, too."

He rubbed the other nipple as we let our foreheads come together.  I closed
my eyes and enjoyed the sensations.  For the first time, I reached up and
gave Donny a soft kiss on the lips.  He took a sharp breath and I backed
up.  We looked at one another and, this time, he moved in to give me a
light kiss.  The kiss gradually became a little more passionate and we
suckled on each other's tongue.  I whimpered as he first pinched and then
twisted my nipple.  I broke the kiss and went for his neck, licking and
kissing my way all the way around and up to his ear.  He arched his back
and whimpered his passion as his arms wrapped around me and pulled me
close.  We didn't say any more.  This wasn't love and it wasn't pampering,
it was plain old hot sex between two teenage boys in heat.

We already knew there were similar noises all around us.  Skin slapped
skin, so we didn't care if anyone heard us.  After a few minutes, we forgot
about anyone being around us.  Back and forth we went.  I nibbled and
tongued his nipple while he gasped for air.  He took a deep breath and
pushed me off while he moved down to suckle on my nipple.  We rolled back
and forth, moving from one nip to another.  Our hands never stayed still,
constantly roaming the other's body or controlling the other with a handful
of hair; we constantly stroked and squeezed the other's boyhood.

Lying in the sleeping bag, we both sweat like we were in a Turkish bath.
Our skin was slick and felt erotic as we managed to slide all over one
another.  We didn't freak out and scream like two idiots putting on a show
for everyone.  We did stay busy and managed to do our share of grunts and
moans; sounds usually buried in the other's body.  He pulled me on top of
him and locked his legs over mine.  We humped away at each other, but were
careful not to go over the top.  We both had to bury our mouths in the
other's neck.  Instinctively, we bit down and marked each other while we
let our bodies calm down.  There was more playing to enjoy before we let
the juices fly.

I lay on him, trying to relax some when I felt his fingers travel lightly
over my cheeks.  I had to take a quick breath.  I rolled to the side, but
held on, facing him.  He looked at me and grinned.  I reached down and
massaged his twins gently.  I rolled them in my fingers, then pulled at his
sac.  As I let up on pulling his sac, my fingers inched their way over his
perineum.  He gasped and whimpered.  He was one horny dude.  My finger
found his hole and explored.  He opened for me to have easier access to his
treasure.

"Fuck me." He said in almost a whisper; desperation sounded in his voice.
"There's lube in the pocket of the sleeping bag."

I found the lube and immediately put some on my finger.  Returning to his
hole, I teased the lips and then pressed in.  I hooked my finger and
pulled.  I was seeing a new side of Donny; this boy really liked to be
worked on.  I pistoned the finger in and out several times and then moved
it in a circle; he moaned and buried his face in my neck.  I pushed a
second finger in and moved them in a scissors motion.  He squirmed and
begged for more.  After a few minutes, with him sweating and panting for
air, I positioned myself between his legs.  My biggest problem would be to
control myself so I didn't pop as soon as we touched.  He pulled his legs
knees up to his chest.

"Do it hard.  I like to feel you go in real hard and fast.  One big plunge.
Go ahead."

You could hear the passion and desire in his voice.  I did like he said and
raised my body up, placed my rod at the entrance of his hole and thrust
down as hard and fast as I could.  He yelped a little and his head arched
backwards.  I was afraid I hurt him.

"Nice; real nice." He offered. "Now plow away, make me know you're there.

I did just as he asked me to.  I'd never fucked anyone 'cept Larry and I
wouldn't do him like this.  Donny talked like he knew what he was asking me
to do and I obliged.  I pounded him so hard that sweat just dripped off me
and onto him.  I'd pump him three or four times real hard and then change
pace.  Once, I stopped and swiveled my hips to turn my rod in a circle, he
whimpered like a baby.  When we started up again he reached up and gave me
a titty twister.  It hurt like hell, but I loved it.  His rod was harder
and bigger than I'd ever seen it.  When he shot off, his sphincter clamped
down on my pole and caused me to shoot.  I filled his butt while he shot
all over both of us.  I fell on top of him.  When our bodies stopped
convulsing from the orgasm and our breathing returned to normal, I slipped
to his side.  He turned on his side and we pulled at one another.  Cradled
in each others arms, we fell asleep.

The ringing of the cell phone startled us awake.  Donny reached for the
phone; it was his dad.  We were about to get company.  Both of us had every
boy's morning problem plus we were covered in dried boy juices.  There was
only one cure; we had to make a run for the river before our dads showed
up.  We ran through the camp, waking everyone and letting them know some of
the dads were on their way with bacon and egg sandwiches.  Everybody
dragged until they heard the part about dads being on the way; everybody
had the same idea and headed for the river.  I found Larry sandwiched
between Paul and Mike.  The position of their bodies didn't require any
imagination to figure out how they spent the night.

The water was cold; actually, it was COLD, BRRRRRR!  We knew it would be
cool and decided to go for it all at once.  Good thing we did because if I
had any idea how cold it was I would have just told Uncle Ray that I spent
the night having a learning experience.  That had to be the quickest bath I
ever had and getting out, I looked for the warmest spot in the sun.  Spring
fed rivers are cool in the summer; they're down right cold in the fall.

                                                 ****

After lunch at the cabin, Mr. Paul told Donny that his grandparents were
asking for some private time.  Larry wanted to go back out to the campsite
and wanted to know if we were going to stay out there that night, too.
After asking about the boys, Uncle Ray told Larry he could head back out
and he would think about tonight.  I knew him well enough to know that
meant that unless someone came up with a good reason not to go back out, we
could camp out again tonight.

Uncle Ray and I rode Pony down the same path Donny and I normally followed.
We were headed towards the beach where there was a rope hanging from the
trees and away from where the other boys camped out.  I was getting the
private time I wanted.  I leaned back into him.  He held the reins with one
hand and had his other hand and arm across my body.  I had a hand on his
arms, pulling at the hair on his forearm.  Pony just loped along.  We
didn't say anything, I just enjoyed being held; it was nice.

The path suddenly stopped and there was a wide, sandy beach in front of us.
Two trees stood like guards at a gate.  Pony was tethered to one tree where
he could graze on some grass.  Uncle Ray sat on the ground and then I sat
between his legs and leaned back.

"You guys have fun camping out last night?"

"Yeah."

"What'd you do?"  I shrugged my shoulders.

"Nothin' special, just guy stuff.  You know."

"Ohhhh, I see."  I wasn't sure I liked the way he said that, then I knew I
didn't.  "Just a bunch of horny teenage boys sitting innocently around the
campfire telling dirty jokes to one another.  I understand."  He was quiet
for a minute and I thought I was safe.  "How many circle jerks did you guys
go for?"  I turned around and looked at him.

"None," I told him, half smiling. "We didn't have any circle jerks.  We
were good."  Then I straddled his lap, leaned into him and rested my head
on his shoulder.

"Well, I'm glad to hear you were good.  But if you decide you want to camp
out tonight you better take the bug spray with you."  What was he talking
about?  I sat up and looked at him.  He tapped the side of my neck.

"That must have been one big bed bug that bit you to leave that mark."  He
tapped the side of my neck again.  My hand went right to the mark; I'd
forgotten about it.  He knew.

"I'd guess that the bug was just about Donny size?" and he gave me that
look of his that said he knew what we had been doing.

I couldn't keep a straight face.  I probably turned three shades of red
while looking down and giggled.  He cupped my head in his hands and bent
forward; he kissed me lightly on the forehead.

"I have to tease my boy sometimes.  Besides, I think you need a reminder
once in a while that ol' Uncle Ray isn't quite so naïve and you don't
always get away with as much as you think; I just let you think you do."  I
felt him pull his legs up.  He brushed the hair off my forehead as he
guided me back to lean against his legs.

"It's not polite to notice those things, did'n you know that?"

I let my head fall backwards and closed my eyes.  The sun felt good shining
down on us.  I could feel his hand turned sideways, palm down, planning
over my chest and stomach.  He wasn't trying to be erotic with it, just
relaxing; and he was.  After doing that several times his fingers started
at my ear lobes and one finger traced down along the top of my shoulders,
and then down my arm.  When he reached my hand he traced lightly between
each finger.  It felt fantastic!  It also gave me goosebumps.

I tried not to think of anything.  For a few minutes my mind went blank as
I enjoyed his caresses.  Life should always be that simple and wonderful.
As always, though, my mind slowly drifted to the inevitable that would
happen in another ten days.  When I lifted my head and looked at him, he
saw the tears forming.

"Ssshhhh, kiddo; don't think about it.  Don't waste the last few days being
sad.  It's been a great four months and let's just try to enjoy the last
week and a half."  He pulled me close for a minute and then lay me back.

"What other kind of trouble did you three get into last night that I
shouldn't know?"  He knew that I'd wind up laughing.

"Nothin' bad, honest."  For some reason I had to have an expression that
screamed of absolute guilt.

"You kinda like Donny, don't you?"

"Yeah, as a good friend.  He's kinda neat and you said I needed to have
experience with other boys my age."  I looked for his approval and the
smile he showed me was it.  "He gets horny too, real horny, but sometimes
he likes to get kinda hot, ya know what I mean?"  He didn't; or, at least
that's what his expression said.

"He likes ta give titty twisters."  He looked at me like I was nuts, so I
grabbed his nipple, pinched it hard and gave it a good twist.  "That's a
titty twister."

"OW!!  That hurt!  Would you like for me to show you a nut cracker?"

"No!"  We were both laughing and I pulled myself in real tight against him
so he couldn't reach between my legs.

"I know what my horny boy needs.  Hold on, kiddo."

I held tight while he stood up and held me.  I wrapped my legs around his
waist and locked them behind his back.  He held me close and tight.  Then
he started walking.  It only took a minute to see what he was up to.

"No, Uncle Ray!  No!  Stop!  No . .no, no, no, nooooo!  It's cold. NO!"
SPLASH!  And we were in the river.

"Oh Gaahhhdd!!  It's freezing.  It wasn't this cold this morning when Donny
and me jumped in to clean the cu . . . . Oh shit.  Did it again, did'n I?"

"You mean when you and Donny jumped in the river to wash the cum off your
bodies?  Paul and I saw you do it, but we didn't want to embarrass you."

We got out of the river and I looked for another warm spot.  I had to check
and make sure everything was still there; the twins had climbed back
inside.  He sat back down against the tree and held his arms open for me.
I cuddled into him and got comfortable.  I also demanded lots of cuddling
after that trick he pulled.

"Gotta be able to pick on my boy once in a while."  Yeah, he did; his boy
liked it too.

He held me till I warmed up and then we got on Pony to head back to the
cabin.  My right hand held his forearm.  My left hand rested on his
shoulder while I melted into him.  Pony loped at the normal 'got all day'
pace.

"Uncle Ray?  Remember when I came down here with Donny about the third
time?  Well, that's when I kinda got initiated.  It wasn't bad or anything.
The guys just tie you up to a tree limb and blindfold you; then they tell
you all this crap they're gonna do, but don't.  I'm not supposed to tell
you all the stuff we did though, but it wasn't bad."  I had already
digressed from what I really wanted to tell him and had to wait a few
minutes to work up my nerve again.

"Uncle Ray, Donny figured out that I like to play with you and that maybe
we're more than just . . .you know . . ."

"I know, kiddo, and that's alright.  Donny won't say anything.  We're okay,
so just relax."

"Uncle Ray, I let Donny fuck me that day I was initiated.  Actually, I
asked him to; I wanted him to."  I didn't wait to see if he'd say anything.
I didn't have to tell him, but I wanted to.  Something in me always wanted
to let him know that I trusted him so much I could tell him anything and
not be afraid.  "Thing is, it wasn't like with you.  I like it better with
you.  I had'n let nobody else touch my treasure though . . . . ever."

He immediately squeezed me hard and held me.  He bent over and kissed me on
the top of my head.  I heard him whisper "love you."

We rode the rest of the way back, content.

End Ch Seventy-Two

To Be continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at
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