Date: Thu, 11 Sep 2003 14:41:39 -0700
From: dude sweet <dudesweet (at) hotmail (dot) com>
Subject: Camping in the Mountains

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Camping in the Mountains

It was near the end of the summer, when my parents and I went camping
up in Big Bear.  It's got a big lake and is about 3 hours from our house.
We usually go camping a few times a year for a couple of days, but this
trip was going to be all week. We got there about 3:00 and quickly and
expertly set up the two tents.

They have a dome tent that sets up in about 30 seconds.  I have a pup
tent that takes about 20 minutes to set up. But I had my own tent!  This
was important, because for the last year I had been jacking off and needed
the privacy of my own tent.

It was funny, when my dad first got me my own tent for my 12th birthday,
I was happy thinking it was cool to be in my own tent, but the first
couple of camping trips I was a little lonely and a little scared at
night.  Ok, I admit it; I was scared as shit alone at night, but didn't
want to complain. It wasn't until my dad gave me thorough birds and bees
lecture and a few months later when I began to play with my dick, that
I appreciated having my own tent.

Now, at 14, jacking off was a morning and evening activity at the least.
Some days I would do another in the middle of the day if privacy was
available. A few weeks ago, I had the house to my self all day and was
able to come five times!

Since we were going to be here for a week, I went out to explore the
area and see if anybody else was here for a long trip. There was a family
with 3 little kids, a couple of groups of college age couples.  As usual,
a bunch of older grandparent types.  I was a little bummed; there were
no guys my age around.  Heading back to our site for dinner I passed
a boy sitting on the ground against a tree who looked asleep.  He was
about my age I guessed.  His eyes were closed.

"Hey," I said quietly, in case he really was asleep.  His eyes opened
immediately.  "Hi," I repeated, sitting next to him on the dirt. "Were
you asleep?"

"Naw, just bored." His voice was all scratchy like he had a sore throat
or something.

"I just got here today, be here for a week.  How long you been here?"

"Four months."

"Four months! Wow, that's a lot of camping."

"Naw, we're not camping, we live here."

"You live in the campgrounds?"

"Yeah."  I never heard of that.  Seemed weird.  But he acted like he
didn't want to talk about it, so I dropped the subject, even though I
was burning with curiosity.

"I'm Jason.  You want to be my friend?" I asked. When you're camping
and meet someone, you have to make friends quick, or one of you will
leave and you will never get to hang much.  So I always try to make friends
quickly.

For the first time since I saw him, he smiled.  "Yeah.  Cool."

I hold out my hand to shake his hand.  We shake.  "What's your name?"
I ask.

"Frankie."  Well, sitting close to Frankie, and now shaking his hand,
I realize he stinks.  Now, I'm not a big fan of cleanliness or anything.
I only take a bath when I have to, or when forced to, but Frankie here
was pretty stinky, even for a kid. But I didn't say anything.  It was
none of my business. Besides, I really didn't care.  Sometimes, especially
on a camping trip, I would get pretty stinky too.

He was also dirty, like his hadn't washed his clothes for a long time.
He was wearing an old, tight, faded Lakers t-shirt and some torn, black
gym shorts that came down to his knees. His shoes were pretty beat up
and I don't think he was wearing any socks. All his clothes were covered
in dirt, as he was, especially his hair.  I wondered when the last time
he had a bath.  But of course, I didn't say anything.  I get dirty too.


He had green eyes, brown hair that was kind of curly and very uncombed.
It almost looked like a bird's nest. He had a few dark hairs on the bottom
of his legs near his ankles that disappeared before his knees. As he
stretched, I could see he had a little bit of armpit hair because his
shirt was way too small for him.  I was jealous of his armpit hairs,
as I didn't have any there yet, but at least I had plenty around my dick
"where it counts," as my friends and I call it.

"What is cool to do here?" I ask.

"You got money?"

I laugh.  "No, but my parents do."

"If they got money, you can rent a boat or go skiing. There's lots of
cool stuff if you got money."  Well I had been to Big Bear before so
I already knew those things.  I was just trying to make conversation.
"Can you get some money from your mom?"

"Why." I was a little concerned.  Was he going to try and rob me or my
parents.

"Because they got a big ass arcade down in the city." I have been there
before.  The have a lot of older games.  In fact, tons of older games,
that my dad can beat me at. LOL.

"Yeah, I can probably get some quarters."  He hops up, holds out his
hand, and helps me up. As we walk back to my camp site, we talk about
how hot it is, how it might rain tomorrow and boring weather stuff.
But it's good, because we both keep the conversation going. I hate it
when you have to think of things to say, because the other guys aren't
good at conversations.  But he was ok.

"Hi mom, dad, this is my friend Frankie.  Can we have some quarters to
walk into town and go to the arcade?"

Ignoring my question, my mom holds out here hand to shake hands with
Frankie.  "Hi Frankie, nice to meet you."

My dad comes over and does the same.  "Nice to meet you Frankie." My
parents are such dorks sometimes.

"Nice to meet you," Frankie says.

"So can we?" I ask my mom again, her seeming to have forgotten my question.


"No, honey, it's time for dinner.  Frankie, would you like to eat with
us?" My dad is already setting another place at the table.

"What are we having?" I say before Frankie can answer.

Mom says "Franks and beans."  Hotdogs are ok, but I like it when we have
hamburgers and baked potatoes.  That's our best camping meal. Well Frankie
never really has to answer, because it's just assumed he will eat with
us. He's kind of skinny I can see, so I figure he probably won't eat
much.

Boy was I wrong.  He inhaled three hotdogs with tons of trimmings and
ate two entire plates of beans.  Well that wouldn't make him smell any
better tonight. LOL.  I managed only two dogs.  We had plenty of food,
so he could have as much as he wanted. He was so skinny I couldn't imagine
where all that food was going.

After eating, he chugs down a Dr. Pepper and makes a loud long burp.
He doesn't say excuse me, so I elbow him and whisper it to him.  He
looks at my mom and says "Excuse me." She's big on manners and stuff
like that. I just hope he doesn't rip a loud fart from all the beans.


"So can we have some quarters?  For the arcade?"

My mom looks at my dad.  He says "Well I have to go into town for some
supplies.  I will drop you boys and you can play while I'm shopping."


As we get up, Frankie says to my mom "Thanks a lot for dinner.  It was
very good." That was nice, but he's got to be kidding.  Franks and beans,
good?  There are so very ordinary. Maybe he was just kissing ass, to
get in good with my mom. Yeah, that was probably it.

As we drive the short way into town my dad asks "So, how long you camping
for?"  I'm in the middle, I elbow my dad to shut up and give him a look
that also tells him to shut up. I jump in to change the subject "Thanks
for bringing us to the arcade dad."  I am worried he will go on asking
questions, but he doesn't.

He gives me $5 as we hop out of the car.  "Thanks dad."

"Thanks," says Frankie.  He sticks his head back into the window.  "Thanks
a lot."

So my dads not gone long, but with two of us playing, we run out of quarters
quickly. As we stand around waiting, Frankie says "You sure have nice
parents."

"Yeah, I guess."

"I don't have a dad," he says sadly.  He looked like he was going to
cry.  I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. I hoped he
didn't cry. It made me feel so sad; I even thought I was going to cry.
But luckily, my dad pulled up and we climbed in.

"Do you want me to drop you at your site?" my dad asks.

"I can walk from yours, it's not far."  So he says thanks about a million
times, before he says bye and goes to his campsite.

"Why did you elbow me in the car to shut up?" my dad asks.  Oh yeah,
I forgot about that, but he didn't look mad.

"He's homeless," I blurt out.  "They live here in a tent.  Him and his
mom. He doesn't have a dad." That's all I knew.  I hoped it was enough.
It was.  We unpacked the stuff from the car and sat around the fire.
There were outhouses, but I just peed in the trees near our site before
going to bed.  Well, going to sleeping bag actually.  As I laid there
I was thinking about if this was my only bed, my only room.  I started
to feel very sad for Frankie.

I woke up when I head my parents outside talking to someone.  It sounded
like Frankie.  I heard my mom say "Frankie, it's late, he's already asleep."
I quickly unzip my tent and stick my head out.

"I'm not asleep," I proclaim.

"Jason, it's late, you should be asleep." Yes mom, I was asleep.  But
my friend came over.  He's standing right there in front of you.

"Mom can I just have a few minutes with my friend?"

"Ok. Five minutes."

I motion for Frankie to come over into my tent.  I am already in my underwear
and it's kind of cold outside.  He climbs inside.  "What's up?" I say.

He mumbles something.  "What?"

"My mom has a friend over.  I was hoping you were still awake."

"She has a friend over?  What do you mean?"

"One of her boyfriends.  I think he's spending the night."

"Oh," I say not understanding.  Silence.

"Can I sleep here?" He finally asks.

OH.  I think I understand.  They are having sex and he's kicked out.
Where did he usually sleep when that happened?  Would my parents let
him sleep with me?  It's a small tent, but two can fit.

I climb out of my sleeping bag saying "Stay here a second."  I brave
the cold in my boxers and jog over to my parents who are now getting
into there tent.  I stick my head in and say real quietly "Can Frankie
sleep with me.  His mom has a friend, a boyfriend or something, to spend
the night and he doesn't have anywhere to go."  There.  That's all I
know.  Please don't ask any stupid questions.

My mom says "He's kicked out what do you mean?"

"I don't know."

She continues, "And we don't have an extra sleeping bag.  Where will
he sleep? There's really not enough room in your tent."

"Please." I put my pride aside and beg.

She looks to my dad.  He nods.  He always decides the important things.
"Ok, but I don't want to hear you boys talking all night."

"No, we'll be quiet, I promise. Thanks." I zip up their tent as I hurry
through the chilling night air.

Frankie is lying down next to my bag, his legs pulled up to his chest.
"You can stay," I say as I worm my way back into my sleeping bag and
zip up the tent.

He opens his eyes and says "Thanks Jason.  You are a good friend." He
puts his head back down.  He must be freezing in those shorts with no
blankets or anything.

"Dude, you will freeze."

"It's ok man, I'm used to it.  It's way warmer in a tent than just outside.
Thanks."  Sometimes he sleeps outside? With no blankets or anything?
I guess that's what homelessness is all about.  I never really thought
about it before.

"Dude, I will wake up and you will be a frozen Popsicle."  I unzip my
bag.  "It will be a little crowed, but why don't you share with me?"
I scoot over to make more room in the bag.  He opens his eyes.

"Are you sure?" he asks tentatively.

"Yeah, but don't take this the wrong way, can you take off your stinky
clothes?"  I mean he reeked.  And they were very dirty.

"Sure," he says sitting up, pulling off his shoes.

The shoe odor stunk up the tent.  "Dude those are toxic, put them outside."
I zip open the tent. I didn't want to hurt his feeling or anything,
but they were really bad. As he pulls off his tight, too small shirt,
I re-zip up the tent and climb into my bag.  Well, our bag for the night.
He pauses slightly before pulling off his dirty shorts.

Oh.  I see why he paused.  He doesn't have any underwear.  I feel stupid
now for saying anything about his clothes.  I can tell he is embarrassed
and he crawls naked into my bag and zips it up.  He stays as far on his
side of the bag as he can.  I turn out the lantern.

We lay on our backs staring up at the tent, too embarrassed to say anything
to each other.  I'm embarrassed for telling him his clothes were stinky.
He's embarrassed for having stinky clothes. We're both embarrassed because
he's naked.

I finally work up the courage and say "Sorry man, I didn't know you didn't
have any boxers."

"It's ok.  I'm happy to be warm.  Sorry my clothes are so dirty."

"That's ok man, mine get dirty too."  But never that dirty.  Poor guy.
"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."  He turns to look at me.  "And thanks a lot man."

"It's ok."  We lay there quietly for a few minutes.

I hear the tent being zipped open from the outside.  It's my dad with
a pillow.  He gently picks up Frankie's head and puts the pillow under
it. I feel bad that I wasn't sharing my pillow.  I think Frankie is already
asleep.

"Goodnight" he says very quietly as he rubs my hair and zips up the tent.


As I lay there, I do not think of seeing Frankie's dick for the first
time, not of his nakedness right next to me.  I don't think of jacking
off, like I usually do every night, especially on campouts.  The only
thing I think of is how happy Frankie was to have a good meal, a few
quarters of fun and a warm place to sleep at night.  These are things
I have everyday and never think about.  Things I take for granted.  I
fall asleep with a few tears running down my face.

^^^^.


Waking up is very strange.  As I awaken I notice a strong body odor.
Oh yeah, Frankie is with me. Then I notice my boner is poking poor Frankie
in the side.  Then I notice my leg is on top of Frankie, specifically,
on top of his naked boner. Oh.  Very embarrassing.  I quickly pull myself
away and push myself as far as I can on my side of the sleeping bag.
He opens his eyes and looks at me.

Before he can say anything I say, "Sorry man."

"Sorry for what?" he asks.

"For being practically on top of you.  For poking you in the side with
my^.." boner, morning wood, dick. I don't finish.

He smiles.  "It's ok man.  I get them too."

"Yeah I know. Sorry I was on top of your^." I still can't say it.

"Boner?" He says smiling.  I smile back, embarrassed. "Dick. My tower
of power.  My willie."  We are both laughing now.

I add "Your wang, your peepee, your thingie, your sausage."  This cracks
him up even more.

"My ding dong, my penis, my ERECTION."  We both laugh so loud at this.


After we stop laughing I say "How about if we take a shower?"  I mean
I don't usually take a shower on the first day, but being next to and
on top of him, got me stinking pretty badly.  And he sure needed one.

"It costs money.  Sorry, I don't have any quarters."

"That's ok.  I will get some from my mom.  She always brings quarters
for camping.  Want to borrow some of my clothes, so we can wash yours?"

"Yeah, they really need it. Sorry."

"It's ok man.  I have plenty."  And I did.  Compared to him I was a millionaire.
I climb out of the sleeping bag, being careful not to bump into his naked
boner again.  I pull out some of my boxers, shorts, socks and a shirt
from my backpack. I pull on my shorts from yesterday and wait for him
to get dressed so I can unzip the tent and get some non-stinky fresh
air.

He unzips the bag and I notice he still has a boner, as he embarrassedly
pulls on my boxers.  I've seen boners before.  Me and my friends have
compared a few times and flashed each other sometimes, but I never slept
next to and on top of a naked boner. I figure boxers are enough covering
so I unzip the tent as he finishes getting dressed.

My dad is getting ready to cook breakfast.  My mom is probably in the
outhouse.  Girls can't pee on trees like boys can. "Good morning son.
Sleep ok?  Is your friend ok?"

"Yeah, we're fine, but we really need some quarters for showers."  I
lower my voice.  "He really, really needs a shower.  And can we wash
his clothes too? I gave him some of my stuff to wear."

My dad smiles at me.  "Good.  Sure, mom will be right back to give you
quarters and soap and shampoo.  Use as much as you need, ok?"  Frankie
has finished getting dressed and joins us. My clothes are way too big
for his skinny body, but at least they are clean.

"Good morning Frankie.  Sleep ok?"

"Yeah it was great.  Thanks a lot."

My mom comes and gives me a whole bag of quarters.  "You boys use as
many quarters as you need.  We can always get more."  She is talking
to me, but I know she means Frankie. "Give me all your dirty clothes
so I can get them washed to."  Frankie runs over to my tent and pulls
out his shorts and shirt and hands them to my mom.

"Socks, underwear?" she asks.

To save him embarrassment, I jump in, "That's all mom.  Thanks."  I kiss
her on the cheek.  I know that will shut her up, it always does. We grab
towels and head to the showers.

I take out 3 quarters and hand him the bag.  "Use as many as you need."
I also let him use the soap and shampoo first.  When he asks, I tell
him just throw it over when he's done.  The room has 4 little cubicles
and a shower curtain on the outside of each one.  In each room is a tiny
room for putting your clothes and a bench connecting to a small shower
stall.

I quickly strip and put my first quarter in.  I get under that water
and wash the stink off of me.  I no longer smell like Frankie.  As I
am relaxing, the shower curtain opens, and Frankie comes in with the
shampoo and soap.  He's not even wet.  "Mine doesn't work. Can I use
yours?"

Yikes, he saw me naked.  Well, I guess it's ok.  We're friends now, and
besides, I saw his boner already, I even squished it with my leg.  Plus
he's naked now too.  But it's weird, I never been in a shower with somebody
else before.

"I guess," I say, moving out of the spray to make room for him. Well
at least this way I can make sure he gets clean. I hand him the soap
and say "Go ahead, soap up." He does.  I put the shampoo in my hair,
while he is soaping.  The water goes out and I put in another quarter.
We trade places so I can rinse my hair and he can use the shampoo.
I almost get a boner when I soap up, but manage not to embarrass myself.
We trade spots again.  I suggest he shampoo again, and he does.  We end
up putting in five quarters to get clean, but it is money well spent.
And Frankie doesn't smell like Frankie anymore.

As we dry off together in the little cubby, I get to take inventory of
what he's got.  More hair than me, as I suspected from his armpits.
His dick is about the same size as mine, but his balls are bigger than
mine. A lot bigger.  I can't really remember how big his boner was when
I saw it.  I was too embarrassed at the time to notice. We talk and act
like we have been naked together a million times before.  It's kind of
cool. We both dress and head back to camp.

"Thanks a lot for the quarters," he says as he gives the bag to my dad
since my mom is gone, probably to wash his clothes I guess.  She sure
is a nice mom. My dad has breakfast all ready and we both dig in.  Bacon,
eggs and bread with orange juice. With a little encouragement from my
dad, he downs about twice as much as me and even more than my dad.  How
can such a skinny boy eat so much?  Hungry, I guess.

So after breakfast, my dad packed us both a lunch/snack because we were
going to climb to the top of the mountain. He packed two sandwiches for
Frankie, in case he was still hungry. It was fun hiking and talking with
him up the mountain.  When we got to the top, we sat down to rest and
drink a Dr. Pepper. We piss together and head back down.  It's a lot
easier going down.

Well my mom is there and we all eat lunch together. After lunch me and
Frankie go around to all the camp sites and collect bottles and cans.
At first I thought it was because he was into recycling and stuff, but
then he began to tell me how much money we were going to able to get
from cashing them in, so I realized this was how he got money.  I guess
he must have spent it mostly on food.

After collecting $1.25 we went by his tent to give the money to his mother.
She was sitting on the picnic table in the shade.  He introduced me
and we quickly made our getaway. As we help prepare dinner, I ask my
mom if Frankie can sleep over again.  She said she would think about
it.  Later, my dad looked at me until I looked back at him and gave me
a thumbs up, meaning yes.

After we clean up dinner, Frankie and me just walk around, hang out,
and talk.  It's nice and relaxing. We sit with my mom and dad and talk
some more.  I'm so glad they don't ask him any questions about his situation.


When we go into our tent to get ready for sleeping, we find his clothes
all clean.

"Jason, your mom is so nice.  Thanks."  He starts to climb back out of
the tent.

"Where are you going?" I ask.

"To tell her thank you.  Is that ok?"

"Yeah, she'll like that."  I watch as he goes to their tent and says
knock knock. He thanks my mom.  She comes out of the tent and gives him
a big your welcome hug.  I was kind of embarrassed, but he seemed to
like it, so I guess that was cool.

We both strip to our boxers and unembarrassed, climb into my sleeping
bag.

As we lay there talking about everything, I realize that's it been two
days since I jacked off.  What a stupid time to think of that, because
it gives me a boner.  I am careful to stay away from him so I don't poke
him. Darn, I should have jacked off today earlier or something.  Well,
I'm stuck now.  It's hard to fall asleep when you are in a sleeping
bag with someone else and you have a boner.  Very hard.

I wake up later, I don't know how long, because I here Frankie crying.
I turn to face him and ask "What's wrong?"

"Sorry," he says.  Still dripping tears.

"Don't be sorry.  Why are you crying?"

"I don't know."  I put my arm on his back, and pat him, like my mom does
to me sometimes. After a little bit, he turns to face me.

"Sorry."

I pull my arm away.  "Dude you have to stop saying your sorry. OK?"

"Why are you so nice to me?"  What?  I'm not especially nice to him.
I just treat him like a friend.  Maybe he's not use to that.  Maybe he
doesn't have any friends? When you think about homeless people, which
I never really did before, you don't really think about them not having
friends or anything. I feel very empty in my stomach. I start to get
tears.  More than that, they start to leak out of my eyes and drip down
my face.

I try to say `cause you're my friend', but I'm afraid if I talk, I will
cry out loud, so I keep my mouth closed, trying and failing to hold back
my tears. He reaches his arm out.  I'm on my side facing him, so he just
touches my arm and says "Why are you crying?"

I don't know.  I mean maybe because I am sad for him.  Maybe because
I just now realize how bad it is to be homeless, to have no friends.
Maybe because I forget to thank my parents for all they stuff they do
for me and give me. When I asked him why was he crying he told me I don't
know.  And that's my answer too.  This seems kind of funny to me.

"I don't know." I say, almost smiling.

He smiles too, realizing that we both said the same thing. I reach over
and tickle him on his side.  He attacks me back.  We have a tickle war.
We go from crying together to laughing hysterically in like 30 seconds.
It's not easy to have a tickle/wrestle war in a small sleeping bag,
but we manage.

He ends up on top of me and we both realize that my dick has turned into
a boner.  He slides off.

"Sorry," I say.  "It happens all the time."  I'm embarrassed.  And surprised.
Why did I get a boner?  I wasn't thinking about jacking off or anything.


He just looks at me and giggles.

"I'll try not to wake up with my ERECTION poking you in the side."  Well
this starts a new round of laughter.  As soon as I can talk again, I
say "I'll try not to wake up on top of you, squishing your ERECTION."
Why is erection should a funny word?  I don't know.

"I have to tell you something.  Please don't get mad at me."

"Ok," I say. What was this about?

"I woke up before you yesterday.  You were on top of me.  I felt your
dick poking me in the side and your leg was on my dick.  I didn't move
it off because it felt good.  Having your leg on my dick made me have
good feelings down there.  I'm sorry."

Uh^^^^mmmmmm^^^..ok. Well^^what's the big deal?  I would probably like
it to, maybe.  Something on my dick besides my hand. So I tell him, "No
problem.  I probably would have done the same thing."

"Really?" he says.  "It's not gay?"

"I don't know.  I don't think so.  It's cool man."

"Ok."  We talk a little more and he finally falls asleep.  Like I wished
I could do.  But I have this problem.  This 5.25 inch problem.  It won't
go away.  I decide I will never get sleep, so as carefully as I can;
I climb out of the sleeping bag, unzip the tent and make my way to the
picnic table.  I pull down my boxers and freeze my ass off, as I sit
on the bench and begin to jack off. It's cold, my ass is freezing, but
I have to do it.  It's been two days.  I quickly explode about a liter
of come, or so it seems like to me.  I use a napkin to clean up and quickly
make my way back into the tent.  I zip up and climb into the bag.

"Your freezing," he says, as I brush against him getting into the bag.


"Yeah, sorry, I had to pee."  I lie.  And then I can fall asleep.

^^^^.

I wake.  We are both on our sides with my morning wood, poking Frankie
in the back.  I pull away.

He giggles.

"Sorry," I say.

"It's ok, I got an ERECTION too."  This is so funny; I wake up immediately
laughing my ass off.  We pull on our shorts from yesterday over our boners
and go outside to pee.  By the time we finish peeing, both our dicks
and unhard.  We go back into the tent and pull on our t-shirts as we
join my mom and dad who are getting breakfast ready.

"You boys want to go water skiing today?" my dad asks.

"Yes," I say.

"Yes, please, that would be great. Thank you," says Frankie.  Yeah, that's
what I meant to say too.

Well we have some time to kill before we go.  When you are looking forward
to something, time is evil and slows down, making two hours seem like
two days. We go into our tent.  I let him have my bathing suit and I
just wear shorts. I wonder why his balls hang down more than mine? So
do my dads.  Maybe I still have some growing to do.  I hope.

I have water skied before, so I have no trouble going first and showing
off for my dad and Frankie. It takes Frankie a few tries, but then he's
up.  We cheer for him in the boat.

Then he wipes out bad.  The skies go flying everywhere. We pull the boat
around fast.  He's wearing his life jacket of course.  What happened
was when he fell off, he forgot to let go of the handle, so he got dragged
behind the boat until he figured it out, swallowing half the lake. He
is coughing from swallowing so much lake, so my dad jumps in to help
him.

First my dad makes sure he's ok, which he is, and then he grabs the skies
and hands them to me on the boat. I put them on the floor and my dad
helps Frankie over to the boat and on the ladder.  He's naked!  He's
not wearing my bathing suit.  It must have fallen off. His ass was right
in my dads face when he went up the ladder.  His dick is shrivelled to
extra small size.  Mine does that too in the cold lake.  My dad doesn't
day anything about his nakedness, so I don't either.  We help him off
with his life vest and he wraps a towel around himself to dry off.

"You got boxers on?" my dad asks me, meaning under my shorts. I nod.


"Can you share your shorts with Frankie?" Yes, I should have thought
of that myself. I quickly pull of my shorts and give them to him.

"No dude, it's my fault I lost them.  I'm so sorry."

"Take them.  I have more.  They were old and crappy anyway." Another
lie. They were my favorites, but I didn't want him to feel bad.

He puts on my shorts.  I go again in my boxers.  It's kind of cool water
skiing with only your boxer's one.  Frankie doesn't want another turn,
so we take turns just driving the boat around the lake.

We just float around while we eat lunch out on the water.  Food tastes
much better when you are in a boat, on a lake. After we eat, we explore
the entire lake.  We pull into a smaller area and my dad asks us if we
want to swim around the boat for a little bit.  Yes we do.  After my
dad drops the anchor, and determines it's deep enough, I dive off the
boat into the water.

"Come on Frankie, dive in," I shout to encourage.  He looks a little
afraid, but dives in.

He comes up panicked. "My shorts came off." My dad jumps in and rescues
his shorts. As my dad climbs the ladder back into the boat he suggests,
"Maybe you should just skinny dip, so you don't lose them permanently.
Is that ok with you."

"Yeah, thanks, that's cool with me."

My dad looks to me.  "You can skinny dip too if you want."  Do I want
to?  Hell yes, sounds like fun.  I have never skinny dipped before, but
I have heard about it.  I pull off my boxers and throw them to my dad.
As I swim around, I realize what the big deal is about swimming naked.
It feels good.  It makes you feel free and like a fish or a dolphin
as you swim around.  I liked it a lot.  Frankie was having fun to.

After we swim a while and Frankie climbs the ladder once again naked
to get in the boat, I realize that I will have to do the same.  It's
a little weird because my dad hasn't seen me naked since like two years
ago, before I had hair or anything.  But since he's already seen Frankie
naked twice, I figure it won't be that big of a deal.  I do it.  It's
not a big deal.  In fact, it's not a deal at all.  I don't know what
I was so freaked out about.

We dry off and just wrap out towels around us as we take turns driving
back to the dock.  As we get close, my dad suggests we get dressed.
It's funny; I even forgot we were naked.  This time I don't even think
about it, just drop my towel and stand naked in the middle of the boat,
pulling on my boxers.  If the world wants to see it, let them look I
figure.  Frankie does the same.

We drive back to camp with Frankie saying `thank you' and `sorry' about
one hundred thousand times. No, I didn't keep count.  It just seemed
like a lot.

We go into our tent, I think of it as our tent instead of my tent, and
change into clean dry clothes.  Frankie wears his original clothes with
some of my boxers and socks. Me and Frankie cook dinner.  Hamburgers
and cheeseburgers!  My favorites.  My mom watches us cook while my dad
is changing and resting.

We chow down three burgers each.  Being out in the sun on the water makes
you hungry.  And skinny-dipping makes you even hungrier maybe. We all
play Uno after dinner.  It's fun.  When Frankie goes to pee I ask he
if can sleepover again.  This time, my mom doesn't even have to check
with my dad, she says its ok right away, but that we have to tell his
mom where he is and everything. Se we walk over to his tent.  His mom
says he can stay and we come back. After checking in with my mom, we
grab a flashlight and just walk around a little reliving the fun experiences
of the day.

"Man your wipe-out on the skis was the best.  It was awesome, stuff flaying
everywhere.  I'm glad you weren't hurt or anything."

"Sorry I lost your bathing suit."

"Frankie, I mean this is the best way.  If you don't quit saying that
you're sorry so much, I'm going to pound you into the ground.  Ok?"
I smile, so he knows I'm kidding.

"Ok," he says grinning. "This was a great day!"

"What was your favorite part?" I ask.

He thinks for a second.  "Swimming naked."  He laughs.  I laugh to.


"Erection!" I shout out. We both bust up.  I don't know why I said it.
It didn't make any sense.  It just seemed like the thing to say at the
time.

"Did you have one in the water?"

"No. The water was so freezing, my dick went to micro-mini size," I explain.

"Yeah, mine too."

"I never swam naked before.  It was fun."

"Yeah, sleeping naked was fun to.  Your sleeping bag felt good on my
dick.  It's soft and silky."

"Yeah? Maybe I'll try it sometime."

"Yeah. You will like it."

We get back to our site.  I `knock-knock' outside my parents tent to
let them know we are back.  My mom unzips and says goodnight.  We get
into our tent.  As we are undressing, Frankie says "You want to try it
tonight?"

"Try what?"

"Sleeping naked."  Oh yeah, I forgot.  "I will if you will," I challenge.


"OK."  He is already in his boxers and quickly pulls them off and climbs
in the bag.  I follow, my dick starting to get hard.  We lay there, side
by side, naked in the sleeping bag.

"You like it?" he asks me.  Well I guess my dick likes it, because I
have a boner.

"Yeah.  Feels good."

We lay still.  "You got an erection?" he asks me.

"Do you?" I ask, before I tell.

"Yeah.  It feels good.  So do you?"

"Yeah, I do."

Well I can't think of anything to say.  We just lay there and eventually
fall asleep.

^^^^.


I wake up, once again on top of Frankie, except this time we are both
naked.  That's right, my naked boner is poking him and my leg is on top
of his naked boner.  Why do I get like that when I'm sleeping?" I start
to climb off.

"Don't," he says.  "It feels good." Ok.  It's kind of weird, but it does
feel good.  My dick likes being up against his naked leg.

"Erections are cool." I say.

He laughs.  "Very cool. Want to trade positions?"

"Ok."  I take my leg off of his boner and lay on my back.  He puts his
leg over my boner and snuggles his boner and body up against my side.


"Like it?" he asks.

"Yeah its cool."  It's kind of gay, but I don't say that, because whatever
it is, it is fun. It's way cool, but something else is happening.  I
have to pee!  Having his leg on my boner feels good, but it's also pushing
on my bladder making me have to pee even more. "Uh, I have to pee, I
say pushing his leg off me and starting to climb out of the sleeping
bag.

"Me too."  He says as we both pull boxers on over our boners.  My parents
are still in their tent.  As we stand near a tree, our dicks out trying
to pee, I say "It's cool not having to bend over to pee in the toilet."

"Yeah, I hate it when my dick is so hard, I can't point it down to pee."

"Yeah, this is much easier, no hurting your dick, just let it point where
ever it wants to."

As we walk to our tent, my dad pokes his head out of his.  Did he hear
us talking about boners? Uh, probably.  I didn't think of that. "Good
morning boys."

"Hi dad."

"Hi, good morning."

Staying in our boxers, we go to the picnic table.  I think it's ok.
I mean we were naked most of the time yesterday. He even let us skinny
dip. My dad comes out.

"You guys feel like a long hike and eating lunch on the hike?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Wow! Yeah! That sounds cool. Thank you." Yeah, That's what I meant too.

After breakfast, we played cards with my mom and dad for a while, then
packed big lunches, and went to a trail that was supposed to be cool.
We hiked around for about 60 minutes, then had our sandwiches.  My mom
and dad wanted to go back, but me and Frankie wanted to go more. So agreed
to go all the way to the end of the trail, and they would wait here until
we got back.

Excited to be on our own, we head up the trail. It's nice and we don't
see anybody else.  He explains, "It's only on the weekends when it's
crowed.  During the week there's not too many people here."

"It's cool, like we are the only ones on this mountain."

"Yeah, we can make as much noise and stuff as we want and nobody will
care."

I yell out, as loud as I can, "Erection," as we try to stop laughing
so we can here the echoes. He does it too.  It's funny, to hear the mountains
shouting `erection' back to us.

He changes the yell to "Boner."  We both yell that for a while too, listening
to our echoes.  We also laugh wondering if people can here us.

"Do you have one?" he asks me.

"No.  Do you?"

He giggles.  "Yeah."  Neither one of us says anything.  "Want to see?"
he asks.

Well it's funny.  He's had a boner around me a bunch of times already,
but I never really looked at it. I felt it with my leg, I felt it poking
me in the side, but never felt comfortable enough to get a good look.
But now was my chance.  "Yeah, I guess."

He kicks off his shoes and pulls down his pants, with my boxers underneath
and steps out of them.  Then he pulls off my boxers and is standing there
with his boner pointing at me.  I look at it while he also pulls off
his shirt.  He wasn't just going to give me a look, he was going to give
me a good look by stripping naked. Well naked except he still has socks
on.  My socks.

It looks maybe a little fatter than mine.  It also curves a little bit
to the left instead of being exactly straight like mine is.  I'm surprised
that I think it's cool, and that I now have a boner to.

"You going to?" he asks.

Well I want to.  He did it first.  And it looks like fun.  I sit down
to take of my shoes and socks, then stand up to strip, only feeling a
tiny bit embarrassed. I stand facing him, letting him see mine and all
of me.  He yells out and surprises me, "Erection."  So now we start the
yelling thing again, only this time we are naked. And with boners.  It's
crazy, but they start to go away.  Funny.

As our boners disappear, we get dressed again.  Getting dressed is not
as much fun as getting undressed. We head back to my parents.

"Did you guys have fun?" my mom asks as we get close?

"Yeah we had a blast."

"Yeah thanks for letting us go," adds Frankie.

"Good."  Then my dad gets all serious and says, "Maybe next time you
can yell out something else.  Ok?"

Uh, o. He heard us.  Arg, that means my mom heard us to, yelling out
about boners.  "It's just that some people might have little kids with
them, who start asking what those words mean.  It might be uncomfortable
for them.  It's better if you keep that kind of talk to yourselves.
Shout out something else for echoes."  I think that also means he heard
us talking about boners when we were peeing this morning. I am way too
embarrassed to say anything.  In fact, I don't even want to look at my
mom.

We descend to the car mostly in silence.  I'm surprised that I don't
hear Frankie saying `I'm sorry' all the way down the mountain.  In fact,
he doesn't even seem embarrassed.

My mom breaks the silence by acting normal and saying "Why don't we all
go to the arcade and maybe you can teach me how to play one of the easier
games."  Well this starts us all into a conversation about which are
the easy games and the games she might like to play.

After spending at least ten dollars and having a blast, we eat at a pizza
place and have a huge pizza with double pepperoni and an entire pitcher
of coke.  We eat and have another good time.

It's pouring down rain as we run from the pizza place to the car.  In
only 30-40 feet we all get soaked.  But it's fun. We also run from the
car to our tents as fast as possible.  I realize that I never asked if
Frankie could spend the night, but I think it was just assumed that he
would. In my tent, we begin to strip out of our soaking wet clothes.
When I hear the tent being unzipped, I am in my boxers, and Frankie is
totally naked, looking for some boxers or shorts to wear in my backpack.
It's my mom!

She is under an umbrella and has some dry towels for us.  Frankie doesn't
even try to hide his nakedness or anything.  He takes a towel and says
"Thank you very much you are so nice to me. Thanks you."  Well I'm used
to his overthanking, but now he is doing it naked.  Doesn't he know my
mom can see his dick and everything?  Well he doesn't care, I guess maybe
I shouldn't care either.

We end up just wearing boxers and sitting on my sleeping bag. I finally
get the courage to ask, "How come you didn't care if my mom saw you naked?"

"I don't know.  Why should I care?"  Mmmmmm, that was a good question.
Why should he care?  Or better, why should I care?  I don't know.  Maybe
I shouldn't care. My mom didn't seem to care? Why have I been so shy
for the last few years?  No reason really, just never totally thought
about it I guess.

We climbed into my sleeping bag together.  After laying there for a minute,
Frankie says "Want to sleep naked again."  Yes!

"Yeah, I say coolly.  "I guess."  We bump elbows pulling down our boxers
and throwing them out of the bag.

Frankie says, "Look I made a tent."  It looks like he has a boner and
is sticking it up in the sleeping bag, but it's really dark.  I grab
the flashlight and turn it on. Cool.  I pull up the sleeping bag and
also shine the light inside.  I see his boner sticking up.  He looks
over at mine, which is a boner also.  "Stick it up." I do.

After we get bored looking at each others boners I turn off the flashlight.
"Want to snuggle up, like in the morning?" he asks me.  I think that
means, put your leg on top of the other guys boner.  So I go first.

I roll over and put my leg on his dick, which is a boner, and use my
hand to adjust my boner to poke him into his side.  He puts his arm around
me and squishes me closer. It feels good.

"This is nice," he says.

"Yeah.  Cool.  Do me know," I say getting off him and into position.
I put my arm around him and he places his head on my chest.  I can feel
him on my boner; and also his boner poking me into my side. He moves
his leg.  And moves it again.  And moves it kind of up and down on my
dick, making me very horny.

"Do you like this?" he asks.

"Yeah," I admit.  "Makes me horny.

He starts to move his dick into my hip, sort of like he's fucking my
side.  As he does this and rocks my boner with his leg, I realize that
I will come soon.  I don't say anything.  He seems as in to it as I am.
It really feels good. I can feel him getting more intense and then^.he
sperms all over me.  This makes me sperm all over me and his leg too.
It's the first item I spermed without using my hands and jacking off.
He slows down and we both recover from our orgasms.

We fall asleep in these positions.

^^^^^^^^^^^..


I wake up, with him cuddled up against me, my boner poking him.  As I
shift positions I realize we are stuck together.  We never cleaned up
our sperms and are now covered.  It's gross, but cool at the same time.


"We need showers," I declare.

"Yeah, we're all sticky." He laughs. "It's cool."  Yeah, we agree. "Did
you like that?"

"Yeah, that was awesome dude.  Did you like it?"

"Oh yeah."  We climb out and pull on boxers and shorts and tshirts.

My mom and dad are already up.  I go to my mom right away.  "Mom, we
need some quarters."  Then I add, "Please."

My dad says, "Good idea.  I need a shower too."

So the three of us head to the showers. He gives the soap and shampoo
to Frankie along with some quarters.  "Just pass the soap and shampoo
over when you are finished."  He gives me quarters too. We all go into
our stalls.  Why I am waiting for my turn with the soapy stuff, I clean
up all the dried sperm.  Wow, there was a lot.

Finally I hear my dad "You ready for the soap and shampoo?"

"Yeah." He tosses it over the wall.  I clean myself. As I finish, Frankie
is dressed and in my cubbie.  We talk as I dress.  I also hear my dad
is brushing his teeth. I guess it's ok that Frankie is in with me, cause
he doesn't say anything or give me a funny look or anything.  I let Frankie
use my toothbrush after I do.  I wonder if he even has one.

"You boys want to go boating today? Or skiing?"

I turn to Frankie.  "Want to water ski again.  It's a lot easier the
second time."

"Yes please," he says to my dad.  "Thanks a lot."

"Yeah thanks dad."

When we get back to camp, my mom wants all our clothes for washing.
Usually I have enough clothes with washing, but since I'm sharing with
Frankie, I have run out.  So we go in the tent and get all of his stuff,
only two things, and all the stuff we have bother been wearing.

"Thanks for cleaning this," Frankie says.

"Oh, no problem.  I love doing laundry." She laughs.  I laugh too, because
I know she hates doing laundry.

We have a blast on the boat and Frankie doesn't lose my shorts or anything.
After lunch and driving around I say, "Can we go swimming again?"

"Sure.  Same place as last time?"

"Yeah cool," we agree. When we get there I decide to be brave.  I men
if Frankie can go naked in front of my mom, I should be able to ask a
question.  Besides, my dad says I can always ask him anything.

"Can we swim naked?"

`I don't see why not.  If you both want to."

Frankie grins big.  "Yeah I want to." We strip naked.  Frankie stand
up on the back of the board, screams out and jumps into the lake, spinning
360 degrees in the air.  Well if he doesn't care if anybody sees, I don't
either.  I beat my chest like tarzan and do a flip into the water.

"That was cool, can you teach me how to do it."  So we climb back in
the boat and I show him.  After about three times he starts to get it.
Also, I start to notice that I don't even think about being naked.
I mean, I know my dad doesn't care and Frankie doesn't care, so I stop
caring.

We have dinner and play a few rounds of Uno until it gets dark, then
head off to bed. "Naked?" he asks as we undress.

"Sure."

"You want to do it again?"  I know he means what we did last night.

"Yeah, but let's clean up this time."

He laughs.  "Yeah, ok."

So I leave the flashlight on and lay down on top of the sleeping bag.
He lays down totally on top of me, our boners touching each other.
He move our bodies together. Making our dicks get very excited. Our movements
get more and more excited until he tenses up and is ready to come.  I
come first and seconds later he does.  Its great.  It's intense.  It's
messy.  We both giggle after resting for a second.  We clean up and climb
in the sleeping bag.

I wake up with him cuddled up against me, his boner poking me in the
back.  I want to jackoff again.  I try to move carefully but he wakes
up.  "Where you going? He asks.

I was going to lie and say to pee, but I decide to tell the truth. "I
was going to jack off."

"Again?" he says with a smile.

"Well, I'm horny again."

"Me too.  We unzip the bag and jack off side by side.  It's to dark to
see perfectly, but it's fun watching him jack.  He's looking at me too.
Silently we jack to orgasm.  We clean up and go back to sleep once again.


^^^^^^^^.


I am happy when I wake up on top of him.  I decide to just keep my leg
on him and start to move it to jack him with my leg. I also push my dick
into his side, getting it excited. I keep it up until I come all over
his side.  Then I concentrate on moving my leg so he will come.  He does,
loudly.  I hope my parents didn't hear. We clean up for the third time,
giggling, as we get dressed.

After breakfast and cards, Frankie and me go out hiking on our own with
lunch. As we been going for about 30 minutes we take a break. "I really
like sleeping naked and stuff."

"Yeah, me too," I add.

"And I liked swimming naked a lot.  Your dad is cool."

"Yeah."

"Did you like it when we were naked on the mountain yesterday?"

"Yeah that was fun," I say.

"Want to hike naked?  Now?"

"Yeah, that's cool."  We strip naked, both with semis and carry our clothes
as we start back up the mountain.  After we get to the top, we sit naked
on our clothes and eat lunch.

"Where's your boner?" he asks.  Neither one of us has had one since we
started the naked hike.

"Where's yours?" I ask.

He looks at his dick and hanging balls. "It's gone.  But I know how to
make it come back."  He grabs it and begins playing with it.

"Me too."  We both play until we have boners.

"Want to jack now?"

"Yeah."  We jack.  It's the first time I been able to watch him jack
in the light.  I find I like it a lot.  He is also watching me.

"This is fun," he says.

"Yeah," I manage to squeeze out without ruining my concentration.

He stiffens up and lets it fly.  It's cool, the first time I saw sperm
flying that wasn't mine.  I tense up and let my own go.  We clean up
with our boxers, get dressed and stuff the spermy boxers in our pockets.
We head back down the mountain and back to camp. My parents are relaxing
and reading.  We are tired, so go into my tent to lay down and maybe
take a nap.

I wake up.  He is sitting up looking at me.  "What are you looking at."

"Trying to tell if that bump is your boner, or just air."  He laughs.
I pull my head up to see.

"Well, find out if you want," I offer.  He pokes it.  It's air.  He laughs.


"What about that one," he indicates.

"Find out."  He pokes my dick and laughs.  I laugh too.

He sits and watches. "It's getting bigger," he announces.

"Yeah, cause you were poking it."

"Want me to poke it some more?"

"If you want." I really hope he does.  He pokes my boner a few times.
I pull up my hips and pull my shorts down exposing my naked boner and
lay back down.

"You can poke it more if you want," I say as he is staring at my boner.

He pokes it and watches it wiggle around. We both laugh.  "Erection,"
he says busting us up even more. I move it up and down without touching
it. He likes it and laughs some more. When I stop, he pokes it again.


"This is getting me horny," I announce.

"Want me to stop?" he asks.

"No.  I like it.  You can do more if you want."

"Do more?  You mean like^..touch it." He whispers the last part.

"Yeah."

He pets it like it was a dog.  It really feels good when he does that.
He does it again.  I shiver.

"You want me to do it for you?"

"Yes."  He grabs it and slowly jacks me.  I want him to speed up, like
I usually do, but I don't say anything.  Just lay back and totally enjoy
someone else jacking my dick. Going slow drives me crazy and takes a
long time, but then I'm ready.  "Almost there."

"Ok." He says, finally speeding up a tiny bit.  I shoot up to my neck,
it's so intense. "Wow, I think that was my best one ever."

"Really?" he asks.

"Yeah.  Thanks.  Thanks a lot."

"Will you do me please?"

"Yeah.  Of course."  He pulls his down and lays down.  I grab him and
jack him.  It's fun.  I never thought that jacking somebody else off
could be so much fun. It's cool when his sperm rocket out of his dick.
We use the already spemy boxers to clean up again.

We head out of the tent wearing only our shorts and I see that my parents
were right there the whole time and probably heard.  But I surprise myself,
when I realize that I really didn't care. Frankie sure didn't care.
And it doesn't look like they care either. So cool!

We go into town again for dinner.  It's going to be our last night camping.
When we get into my tent, we strip off our shorts, don't bother putting
on underwear, and fall asleep hugging, holding each other.

^^^^^^^^^^^.


We wake up, snuggled, naked and sad.  We didn't do any sex things last
night and none this morning either. I just didn't feel like it and I
guess he didn't either. We put on boxers over our boners and go out to
pee.  My mom and dad, see our boners but don't say anything.  After we
pee, we come over and sit with them, just staying in our boxers.

We eat breakfast, me and Frankie not talking too much. After breakfast,
Frankie just starts to cry.  It makes me sniffle a little bit too.
Since my mom is cleaning and packing, my dad comes around and sits next
to Frankie.  He puts his arm around him and holds him.  Frankie snuggles
into my dad, balling his head off.

I admit to feeling a little jealous, but then I feel bad for feeling
that way, cause Frankie doesn't even have a dad. My dad just holds him
until he slows down his crying.

"Jason, can you come here for a minute?" my mom calls.  Jeeze, doesn't
she even know what is going on?  My dad nods for me to go, so I do.
As I help her put away their tent, she says, do you want to give Frankie
some of your stuff?"

I think for exactly  second.  "Yes."

"Ok what do you want to leave for him?"

"Everything."

"Everything?"

"Mom, he has nothing.  I have so much." I look down at my Jordons. "Even
my shoes.  His are dirty and sticky and don't even fit him.  Can I leave
him my tent too so he doesn't have to sleep outside when his mom has
a friend.  And my clothes.  Please.  I want him to have it all."

She gives me a hug and a kiss.  "Sure sweetie.  I think that's a good
idea.  Why don't you hide the bag of quarters too, so he can find it
in your stuff after we are gone." We also pack him the shampoo, soap,
toothbrush and toothpaste.

My mom notices I'm just in my underwear.  "Maybe you can keep a pair
of shorts and a shirt," she advises.

I dress.

Frankie and my dad are talking when we get back.  It looks like Frankie
has finished crying. He gives my mom a big hug and she kisses him.  My
parents start to pack up the car, leaving me and Frankie just standing
there looking at each other. We walk over to my tent.

"I want you to have my stuff.  Please?"

"Really?  All your stuff?  Your tent?"  he looks inside.  "And your clothes
and everything?"

"Please take it.  It will make me happy if you take it."

"Ok," he says, starting to cry now.  I start to cry big time now.  We
hug each other and hold on for life. After a long few minutes we finally
stop crying.  My parents are sitting at the picnic table waiting for
us.  We go over.

"Here is the phone card and dialing instructions.  Our phone number and
address are here too.  You know how to use a calling card?"  He nods.
"And here is a second copy of everything and some emergency money.  Keep
this in a different place in case you lose the other."  He nods.  "And
we will see you again in three weeks when we come back up for the weekend."
He nods.

Come back up for the weekend?  I will see him again?  Yippeee!

"Bye," he says to me with tears.  I thought I was all cried out but I
wasn't.  We hug again, this time with my mom and dad wrapped around us
in a big hug.

As we get in the car, I am sad.  But happy that I will see him again.
And happy that he will have my stuff.  Now, his stuff.  I'm glad to
have so much stuff that I can share. As we say goodbye again and get
into the car, I start to cry again.  As we drive away and I look back,
he is crying, but smiling at the same time.  He puts up a friendly wave
as we drive for home.

Home.

I'm so lucky to have a home.