Date: Sun, 21 Sep 2003 09:06:52 -0700
From: dude sweet <dudesweet (at) hotmail (dot) com>
Subject: Camping in the Mountains PART TWO

Well the car ride home was kind of quiet.  I was sad, and my parents
didn't bug me with stupid talking or anything. I didn't tell any of my
friends about Frankie, I don't know why. When one of my friends was over
for a sleepover I almost dared him to sleep naked, but I totally chickened
out.  I did get braver about not being so shy around my parents and started
just wearing my boxers around the house.

The ride up the mountain on Friday seemed to take forever.  I was worried
Frankie might not be there, or something might have happened to him or
I didn't know what.  When we got a flat tire, I was about to run up the
mountain myself it was taking my dad so long to change it. It was dark
and late when we finally pulled into the camping area. Thank goodness,
 Frankie was standing there and waved at us.  He lead us to a camping
spot and we pulled in and parked.

I bounded out of the car are practically knocked Frankie over giving
him a big hug.  I was happy and excited to see him. He was too.  He helped
us unpack the car and set up my parents tent. Then he asked something
weird.  He said "Can I sleep with you tonight?"  Well, I thought him
and me were going to sleep in the tent I gave him, my old tent.

I said, "Where's my tent?  The tent I gave you?"  Then I noticed for
the first time, he wasn't wearing the cool Jordon's I gave him; he was
wearing his old ratty sneakers. "And where's my shoes?"  I meant his
shoes that I gave him, but that's not what popped out of my mouth.

The tears in his eyes turned into crying as he ran away.  I stood there
stunned.  What happened to my tent?  What happened to my sneakers? Why
is he crying? Why did he run away? Where did he go? What did I do?

My dad runs after Frankie as my mom puts here arm around me and leads
me to the picnic table and sits me down.

"What's wrong with Frankie?  Why is he mad at me? What did I do?"

My mom calmly says, "He probably sold them."

"Why would he do that?  I gave them to him to have to use.  For him to
use?"

"Sweetheart, if I was ever hungry, real, real hungry and we didn't have
any food to eat, would you sell your Gameboy to buy us food?  To buy
me food?"

"Of course."  That's a stupid question.

Oh.  He sold the stuff for food.  So they could eat.  I am an idiot.
 Jeeze, I was thinking bad things about my friend, instead of understanding
his situation.  Oh no, I made him feel bad.  That's why he ran away.


I start to cry.  I know, I'm too big to cry, but that's what I did. "I'm
sorry.  What if dad can't find him? What if he's mad at me? What am I
going to do?"

She hugs me and holds me. "I'm sure it will be alright.  You guys are
good friends.  And when he comes back, just invite him to sleep with
us.  We can all fit in the tent.  It might be a little crowed, and you
won't have any privacy, but we can all be together.  It will be fun."


Yeah, IF he comes back.  IF he still likes me after I was mean to him.
 IF.

Food.  Hunger.  Wow.  I never thought about that.  I only thought about
them being homeless and not having a house or his own room or anything.
 I didn't even realize that the might not have enough money for food
and stuff.  I guess that's why he is so skinny and ate so much when we
were here last time.  Why didn't someone tell me about hungry?  Why didn't
someone ever explain it to me? Why am I so stupid?

I wonder if my dad found him? What are they talking about? About how
lame I am? Is he going to come back? We wait, sitting on the bench together.
 Me, allowing my mom to hold me, cuddle me like when I was little.

I hear walking, before I see them.  Yes, THEM.  My dad is coming back,
 holding Frankie's hand.  They are walking slowly.  It's obvious that
Frankie has been crying, like I was.

He stands there.  My dad and mom disappear somewhere. I stand up.  "I'm
sorry..."

He holds his hand up.  "Wait.  I got something important to say."  I
shut up.  We just stand there looking at each other. I wait.

"I love you."

What? He loves me? Why did he say that? What does he mean he loves me?
I was just mean to him.  I'm very confused.  Love?  I don't even know
what that word means. I don't know how to respond, so I open my mouth
and the words come out from before.

"I'm sorry I was being mean about he tent and shoes.  It was no big deal.
 Please don't be mad at me.  Please stay with me and my parents in the
tent."

"Ok," he says smiling.

"Let's make a fire," I suggest.

"Yeah," he says happily. As we pile wood in the fire pit, my dad comes
out of the tent.

"It's too late for a fire.  It's time to get ready for bed," my dad says.
We go and pee next to a tree and we go into the tent. Well, I didn't
have a sleeping bag since I gave him mine, and he didn't have mine anymore
cause he probably sold it too for food; but my mom had made a little
area with a sheet and blanket for us. He is still wearing the clothes
I gave him, so I'm pretty sure he has boxers on.  We strip to our boxers
and climb under the covers together.

Believe it or not, my dad kind of tucks us in.  My mom gives us both
kisses as we lay there trying to fall asleep. Well we had both been crying,
 so it really wasn't to long until we fell asleep.

				   -=*=-

He's on top of me again when I wake up.  I open my eyes and see my parents
are already up and gone out of the tent.  His leg is once again on top
of my dick, which is of course a boner. His is not against me.  I reach
my hand down just to see if he's got a boner too.  I grab his.  He does.


As I move to get up to pee, he wakes up.

"Hi," he says.

"Hi."

"Where you going?"

"I have to pee.  Bad."

"Me too."  We get out of the tent, our boners poking our boxers way out
in front of us.  My mom sees I think, but doesn't say anything.  Good.


We pee in the tree and as we're going back into the tent my mom says,
 "You guys about ready for breakfast?"

"Yes, please. Thanks," says Frankie.

We quickly pull on our shorts and shirts and go back out to help with
breakfast. After breakfast, we stop in town and drop my dad off for something
and buy sandwiches and chips and Dr. Peppers for lunch.  Then me and
Frankie and my mom take the boat out for water skiing.

He falls a few times, but doesn't lose his shorts.  I fell some too,
but mainly we both have fun. We float around and eat lunch and relax.
My mom tells us some funny stories about camping when she was a kid.
We both take turns driving the boat.  Then we go to our famous swimming
spot.

Frankie just strips off his wet shorts and boxers and jumps right in.
Well I had gotten a lot braver when we went skinny dipping with my dad
last time, so I decided I didn't care if my mom saw too.  I stripped
and jumped in. We messed around, even got back on the boat naked and
did flips into the water.  My mom didn't even care.  It was fun being
naked in the water. I wonder why they even invented bathing suits?

After getting out and drying off, we put back on our wet bathing suits
and return the boat.  We picked up my dad and all went back to camp.
 Me and Frankie went into the tent to change into dry clothes.  I gave
him some more of mine. While we were naked we both looked at the other
guys dick and giggled, but we didn't do anything.

We had some time to kill before dinner so we just went walking around.
 When we were away from everybody I asked him the question that had been
bugging me all day.  "Why did you say you loved me?"

He looks down and the ground and doesn't look me in the face.  "Cause
your dad told me too."

"My dad told you to tell me you loved me?'  That didn't even make sense.


"No.  We talked a lot. Your dad is nice.  And I told him that I loved
you and he told me I should share my feelings with you.  You're not mad
are you?"

"No.  Why would I be mad?"

"I don't know." He still wouldn't look at me.

What does that mean, he loved me?  Did that mean he was gay for me? Or
wanted to have gay sex with me?  Did it mean he loved me like a brother?
Or family member? Did it mean ...?

Did I love him? I didn't know.  In fact, I didn't even know what the
word `love' meant.  Should I know? Oh, well, I decided that since I couldn't
figure it out, I would just go on, and not let it bother me.

He was acting afraid, so I held his hand.  We ending up walking around
for a while holding hands. What did that mean?  I have no idea except
I was a little embarrassed when we got back to our camp and my mom and
dad saw us holding hands. They didn't say anything or even give me a
funny look, so I guess it was ok. Why was I embarrassed?

We made a big fire to sit around as we ate our dinner. After dinner,
my mom and dad went for a walk and we stayed sitting around the fire,
 staring into it, and throwing logs when it needed and even sometimes
when it didn't need.

"Want to take showers now?" he asks.

"Sure I guess."  I get us quarters and towels.  As we're walking over,
 we see my parents walking back and tell them where were going. As I
get into a cubby and start to strip, he follows me in.  "Want to go together?"
I ask the obvious question.  He nods and strips also.  We ignore each
other's boners as we shampoo our hair.  As we soap up our bodies, he
pokes my boner with his boner and we both grab our dicks and try to stab
the other guy with them.  It's fun.

We dry off, get dressed, and walk back to camp, once again holding hands.
I don't know why. My parents have kept the fire going so we join them.
Frankie yawns, so me and him go in the tent, get undressed and get under
the covers. He tickles me; I tickle him.  We have fun and start to wrestle.
We end up grabbing each other's dicks, which are boners.

He puts his hands inside my boxers and grabs my naked dick.  I lay down
quietly and say "Go ahead.  Just do it fast man." He does.  I sperm as
quick as I can, so I will have time to do him. As soon as I come, I grab
his and jack it quickly. As he comes, we hear my parents coming, so we
pull our boxers up and don't have time to clean up.

We sort of settle down, but he still grabs my dick a few times, so of
course, I have to grab his. We finally fall asleep.

We need showers again in the morning cause we are all stuck together,
 but my dad goes with us too, cause he needs one. Frankie comes in my
cubby, so I figure what the hell and we take one together. We both get
boners, but don't jack them or anything.

When we get back to camp, my mom and dad say after breakfast, we need
to have a SERIOUS talk. Well, let me tell you, nothing good ever came
out of a serious talk.  I couldn't even taste my breakfast and didn't
eat much.  Frankie seemed undisturbed.

Did they know about our showers together? About us jacking each other
off? Were they mad?  They didn't seem mad, but you can never tell with
parents.

Well it turns out that my dad has made arrangements with the forest service
for Frankie to go to their office once a week and call us! He's to let
us know how things are going and if they need anything or not.  The forest
ranger man is also going to give Frankie an allowance of $20 per week,
 that's from my mom and dad.  (That's twice as much as I get). Also if
they have not found other arrangements when the weather turns cold, we
will see what we can arrange for them.  (Does that mean Frankie's going
to live with us?)

Frankie says "Thanks a lot.  You all are really great." And he gives
my mom and dad hugs, and kisses too. He sits back down next to me and
I put my arm around him.  He snuggles closer and puts his arm around
me too. For a second I thought he was going to kiss me, but he didn't.


Well it's another tearful goodbye as we pack up and I give him more of
my stuff.  But I am a little happy that I will get to talk to him every
week and see him again soon some upcoming weekend.

As we drive off I think about all the nice things my parents have done.
At first, I was going to ask them why he gets a bigger allowance than
me.  But I'm glad I didn't say anything.  In fact, as I thought about
what I have, and what he doesn't have, I'm ashamed that I even had that
thought in my head.

"I don't want allowance anymore.  I want it to go to help pay for Frankie
and his mom," I declare.

They are quiet.  Then my mom says, "Ok, I think that's nice of you."

				   -=*=-

You know it's funny, I thought they would give me allowance anyway.
They didn't.  And that made me even more happy.  They were letting me
contribute, to be apart of something big, something important.

I know many of you are wondering how this story ends.  Frankie and his
mom moved in with her boyfriend during the cold winter months and eventually
moved in permanently.  Frankie and I stayed in touch both by phone and
with visits.  He got a scholarship to collage (probably paid for by my
parents) and became a lawyer. He became a fierce advocate for the homeless.


I grew up and had three children, two boys and a girl.  I went into the
business world. Frankie never married, never found the right girl (or
guy).  He and I served on many committees and fundraisers together, to
provide shelters and food for people who need it. While we haven't eliminated
poverty and homelessness, we are making a dent in the problem.

If you liked this story, please give money or assistance to your local
charities to help people who are not as well off as you are. Thank you.