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From S-Tek in Montreal: (514)597-2409

"BOYS WILL BE BOYS"
by Anonymous

	Chapter 1: Beginings

     I guess that boys will be boys, but sometimes you can never be quite sure.
Take, for instance, the other day. I was minding my own business, really I was.
If you don't believe me, just ask Charley here. Charley, wasn't I minding my
own business? Well, don't you pay no never mind to old Charley. Charley don't
talk too much any more. At least not since the day that some of the guys in Old
Charley's class in school was funning him, you know, ribbing him?

     Ya see, Old Charley is kind of shy sometimes, and other times, there ain't
nothin' shy about him. Well, Old Charley went through this stage, like most of
us kids, when he didn't want anyone else to see him, well, you know, without
any clothes on. So, Old Charley never took showers at school. But Old Charley
loves to play all of them sports. He is real good at football, and when they
all get in the line, Old Charley is the one to stand right behind the guy in
the center and reach between the guys legs. Old Charley is also great at
tackling whoever has the ball. He jest wraps his big ole arms around the the
guys waist and he hangs a real bad bear hug on the guy. First thing the guy
knows, he has to give in and drop to the ground. Well, with all that there
sports playin' Old Charley can work up quite a sweat. Now, all the guys in
school like Old Charley 'cause he's a good sport. But, they get real downright
bothered about having to sit in the same classroom all afternoon with Old
Charley who is beginning to smell like a bull elephant in heat. So they start
pesterin' Old Charley 'cause he don't take showers like the rest of them.

     Then one of them gets the idea that Old Charley don't take showers 'cause
he ain't got no pecker. Now, I know that's a bunch of shit! Old Charley, he got
a pecker that's out of this world. His pecker is bigger soft than mine is hard.

     Don't you know it ain't polite to interrupt me like that when I'm tryin'
to tell you about Old Charley? How do I know how big Old Charley's pecker is?
Well, I'll tell ya.

     One day, a while back, my old lady and old man were havin' a real knock
down, drag out fight. I got sick of lissenin' to that shit, and I went over to
Old Charley's house 'bout supper time. It sure didn't look as if I was gonna
get anything to eat at my place, 'less it was bullshit. Well, Old Charley's mom
invited me to stay for supper, and I was real happy to. I hadn't had any-thing
to eat since breakfast. After supper we watched that ole TV for a while, and
then Old Charley and I wandered over to my place to see if the dust had settled
at all. Well, there was still a lot of crashing and banging and yellin' and
screamin' going on in there so we went back to Old Charley's and watched some
more TV. After it got kinda late his Mom asked me if I wanted to spend the
night. She said that she had asked my Mom and it was all right. Must be Old
Charley had told her about my folks yellin' and screamin', and all. Well, Old
Charley had a spare bed in his room, don't ask me why, ask Old Charley, here.
He waited until I had got undressed and got into my bed, and then he turned off
the lights and then he got undressed and got into his bed. See, he didn't even
want me to see him undressed, and Old Charley and me are closer than any
brothers. I dozed off for a while, but I kept waking up, what with the strange
bed, and my folks fighting, and all. I was kinda worried that they might split
up, and then where would I go?

     Anyways, one time when I woke up, I looked over to the window to see if it
was close to daylight, yet. Old Charley, his bed was under the window and the
moonlight was streamin' in and I could see him movin a lot. He had thrashed
around and kicked all of the covers off of him and he was bare-ass naked.

     I had never seen Old Charley without clothes on before. He was layin'
belly down and moving his ass up and down. As my eyes adjusted more, I could
see that he had his pillow under him. I figgered he must be havin' a hell of a
nightmare, and figgered that I should save him. I couldn't figger out what sort
of night-mare Old Charley was havin' to cause that kind of goin's on. I don't
like nightmares when I have them and it sure feels good when somebody wakes me
up from one, and I thought I outta do that for him. I knew that you shouldn't
wake up sleep walkers, but I didn't know if that was so for nightmares. Old
Charley must have been at it for quite a while, 'cause he was really breathin'
hard.

     I crawled out of my bed, 'cause I didn't want him to hear me, and moved
over to his bed. Both of his hands had been holding onto the top of the
mattress. His head was facin' me, but his eyes were closed tight. Old Charley
had that bed jest a jumpin' up and down. I was surprised it wasn't makin' more
noise. I reached my hand up to the back of his head, and very gently laid my
finger on his ear. When I did that, he let out a real loud groan. He never
missed a beat. His ole ass was jest a workin' up an down. As I started to rub
the back of his head and then work on down his neck, he opened his eyes and
looked right at me. I figgered he must be awake, since he could see me, but he
was still workin' his ass up and down like there was no end. He was still
groanin', too. I was there on my knees on the floor beside his bed, rubbin' his
back and he's goin' at it even more.

     Then I was shocked! Old Charley moved his hand from hangin' onto the
mattress, and I felt his fingers on my Jockey's playin' with my pecker. Well,
what the Hell was goin' on here? I mean, I would pull that thing out, and water
would come out of it, and then I put it back. I never played with the thing.
But, Old Charley, here, he was jest sort of hangin' on to it and kind of
rubbin' it a little. Must be he'd figgered out another use for that thing. Now
I didn't know what to do. I thought Old Charley was awake, but his ass was
still goin' up and down, like he was sleepin' and I didn't know what he was
doin' with my pecker. His eyes were still starin' at me, his hand was still
movin' around on my pecker, and his ass was still whippin' around. -

     Then Old Charley really did sumthin' strange. He pulled down the top of my
Jockey's and my pecker flops out. I was shocked! I don't let my pecker hang
out. Mom always told me to keep it inside my pants, an' not to let anyone else
see it. I didn't play sports at school, so I got away without havin to show my
pecker in the shower room. Then I figgered, Hell, it was dark and Old Charley
wasn't lookin' at it. He was lookin' at me. I guessed that was all right, as
long as he didn't look. Now he got his hand wrapped around my pecker, and I'm
feelin somethin' strange goin' on. I can't explain what I'm feelin' 'cause I've
never felt it before. But, Old Charley's hand is startin' to move with a back
and forth motion that matches the up and down motion of his ass. Now, I'm
startin' to feel a really strange thing in my pecker, and the damned thing is
startin' to get big, and hard. And its feelin' more and more strange. I've
never felt anything like that before and I'm startin' to get scared. I ask Old
Charley to stop, but he doesn't seem to hear me, 'cause he jest keeps on
playin' around. My pecker is startin' to feel really wild, and I'm afraid of
what might happen. I can feel my pecker throbbing and it feels like its gonna
explode! I look down at my pecker and I never seen it so big. Old Charley's ass
keeps movin' faster and faster, and his hand keeps movin faster and faster.
Then, I feel like I'm gonna die, and I'm afraid that he will stop and I don't
want him to. Jest let me die and feel goooood.

      Suddenly, my eyes are closed and I feel like I'm floatin' through space
and then I feel somethin' commin' out of my pecker. I'm worried that I'm gonna
make a mess. Piss is the only thing that's ever come outta that pecker, but
piss never felt like this! I figger theres gonna be a Hell of a mess 'cause I
think it's piss thats commin' out. Somethin's commin' out, that's for sure. The
way it feels, I hope it never stops. This is even better that I felt that time
I was fallin' asleep just before they took my tonsils out.

     But, I'm embarrassed about pissin' on Old Charley's hand like that.
Finally, all of those feelin's goes away and Old Charley, he stops playin' with
my pecker, and his ass stops movin' and he jest sort of lays there lookin' at
me, and me lookin' at him. I asked him if he was asleep, cause I can see now
that he's sure enough awake. He said that he hadn't been able to get to sleep
yet that night. Well, he could have fooled me. I thought he was havin' a
nightmare. Then, he told me that he liked to rub his pecker against the pillow,
'cause it felt good. He did it almost every night. I told him that I had never
had anything like that happen to me before.

     He asked me, "Boy, you mean you ain't never come before?" I says, "I come
over here, and I come to school. What you mean?" Old Charley, he says, "I mean
when that stuff shoots out of your pecker." Now, I was really mixed up. I
thought I had pissed all over his hand, and I was too ashamed to say anything,
but he knew. I says I've been pissin' all my life. He says, "Don't be dumb.
That wasn't piss that came out, that was come." Well, I didn't want to seem to
be too dumb, so I just said "all right!" That was a new word to me. 'Come'.
Come meant somethin' lots different to me. I wondered if that was one of Old
Charley's made up words.

      Then I asked him if he had come on the pillow, and he said that he had.
He had come the same time I did. Old Charley rolled over then, and in the
moonlight I got a good look at Old Charley. His pecker was all floppy and
wiggly and I looked down at mine. Mine was still hanging out over my Jockey's
and it was floppy and wiggly like Old Charley's pecker. But his pecker seemed
to be a whole lot bigger than mine.

     Old Charley had black hair that started as a thin line at his belly and
then widened out to a large black patch around his pecker. I just had a little
blonde hair that was growing around the base of mine. It was so light that you
had to look close or you'd miss the stuff, but I could feel it. They said in
school that as I grew up I would get a lot of hair on my body. And in the
locker room I had seen the other guys runnin' around without any clothes on,
and I jest hadta look at them. I was careful when I looked, but I really wanted
to see if their pecker was bigger, or smaller than mine. I watched a lot and
saw a lot of them that was bigger than mine, but there was a lot that was
smaller than mine. So I didn't feel too bad. Everybody else seemed to have lots
more hair 'round their pecker than I did, and that bothered me. Some of them
had some hair on their chest, specially 'round their tits. I lay in bed nights
and would feel the fuzz that was growin' 'round my pecker and hopin' it would
get thicker. I wondered if'n there was any kind of fertilizer, or somethin'
that would make it grow faster. But Old Charley here already had lots of it. He
hadn't started growin' any on his chest, but that black hair 'round his pecker
was neat.

     I really wondered how our pecker's stacked up. I put my thumb and
forefinger around mine and my finger came to the joint in my thumb. I tried
holding my hand up to his pecker to guess the size. Then Old Charley took my
hand and slid it down over his pecker. It felt funny. I had never touched
anybody elses pecker before. I'd never even given it a thought. It still had
all of that white stuff around it, and on the pillow, but Old Charley had my
stuff on him. I could only get my finger to touch my thumb when I tried to
measure his pecker. Then as I held it, I could feel it GROW! It was getting
bigger, and it was forcing my finger away from my thumb. Then Old Charley
reached down and did the same thing to my pecker. I could feel my pecker grow
inside Old Charley's hand, just like his pecker had grown inside my hand. Then
I realized that his pecker was rigid, and I reached down to feel of mine, and
mine was rigid, too.

     I felt a pull on my pecker and then I realized that Old Charley was trying
to pull me up into bed with him. I slid in beside him. Neither of us lost our
grip on the other. Then I could put my hard pecker side of his. His was just
about twice as long as mine, and just about twice as big around. It felt good
to lay there with Old Charley, but I was afraid that we would get caught. When
I told him that, he told me not to worry. His mother never came in the room. I
could get easier after that. Old Charley and I slept that way the rest of the
night with our peckers rubbing each other.

     That's how I know that Old Charley's pecker is a lot bigger than mine.

     But your interruption has gotten me away from what I was telling ya. So,
the guys, they's givin' Old Charley a hard time 'cause he don't take showers
and saying it's 'cause he ain't got no pecker. (He told me once that he don't
take showers 'cause his pecker is so big. He's embarrassed 'bout it.) Anyways,
after that night that I played with his pecker, he wasn't so shy about it any
more. He told me that he had never touched another guys pecker before he had
touched mine. He said he had never let anyone else see him rubbing his pecker
against the pillow before, but he couldn't stop by the time he knew I was
seein' him. After that, it seemed to be all right, 'cause I wasn't makin' fun
of him.

     So, the guys is funnin' Old Charley about havin' no pecker. Well, Old
Charley decided not to be shy no more. He unzipped his pants, and he grabbed
old Henry (that's what he calls his pecker - can you believe that?) and he
pulled Henry out of his sleeping spot, and he got his balls out there too. Old
Charley went running round and round that locker room with old Henry hanging
out there. When he started for the door, I tried to grab him but he just kept
on goin'. Three of the other football players tackled him in the main hallway
there at school.

     He lay there on the floor with them on top and a bunch of girls watchin'.
They got off him just as I was catchin' up. Old Charley was still layin' there
on that floor, with his face down and his ole body was shakin'. I thought he
was cryin', and it scared me. Then he looked around and he saw me and he gave
me that same look I seen that night at his house after he had come. He
whispered to me, "Come here." I bent down, and he whispered to me, "I just
came. Please help me up."

     I grabbed his shoulders and lifted him up, and the other football players
had made a huddle around him. When he stood up, there was Old Henry, still
standing tall, and hard as a rock. The other players must have known what the
mess was, but they didn't say nothin'. We all walked back to the locker room
with Old Charley in the middle. He had gotten old Henry put back in his locker,
and back to sleep. A whole bunch of the guys told Old Charley that they were
sorry that they had made fun of him for not having a pecker. Now they knew that
he did have a pecker.

     I asked him later what he meant when he said that he had come. I hadn't
seen him wigglin' his ass like had had that other night. He said that havin'
all of those guys on top of him had made him come. I asked him why. He said he
didn't know but he always came while he was playin' football. In a good game
with lots of tacklin' he could come 5 or 6 times.

     Old Charley's been awful quiet since that day.


        Chapter 2: Mortimer Shows Up

     Anyways, I started to tell ya about what happened to me the other day when
you started interruptin'.

     I was mindin' my own business, really I was. If you don't believe me, just
ask Old Charley here. No, never mind doin' that. Thats where we got screwed up
before.

     Anyways, we'd just gotten home from school and we was sittin' on the front
steps, just sorta hangin' around. We was just sort of bullshittin' back and
forth when Mortimer walks by. Well, this poor kid, let me tell ya, no mother
should ever name her son Mortimer. Anyways, this guys like what you'd expect
from a Mortimer. I made the mistake of hollerin' 'Hi' to him. So he came up to
see what we was bullshittin about.

     Mortimer got kinda quiet and shy and finally he spoke up to Old Charley,
and said that he had heard about Old Charleys demonsration at school. Mortimer
had heard that Old Charley had a pecker like a bull, and Mortimer wanted to
know if he could see it.

     Well, maybe Old Charley's pecker looked like a bull's pecker, but Old
Charley was like a pissed-off bull. I thought that Old Charley was gonna punch
Mortimer out. But Mortimer started talkin' fast to get him calmed down.
Mortimer thought he had the biggest pecker in school, and now they was sayin'
that Old Charley's was bigger. Mortimer wanted to find out fer hisself. Well,
since Old Charley likes contests, no matter whether its seein' who can spit the
furthest, or chew the biggest chaw of tobacca, so we all went up to my bedroom.

     My old lady and old man was both workin' and my sister was off baby
sittin' somewheres. So, we had the house to ourselves. I jest stood there
watchin' as Mortimer and Old Charley both started unbucklin' their belts, and
then they unbuttoned their pants, and let them ker chunk on the floor. They
weren't wearin' any Jockey's, so's soon that the pants dropped both of them
peckers came out danglin'.

     They both looked about the same to me, and I says so. Mortimer says ya
can't tell when they's soft, that they had to get them hard first. Old Charley
started playing with Henry, and he woke up a little, but not much. Mortimer
says he gets hard best with a blow job. Old Charley and I both asked Mortimer
'What's a blow-job?' So Mortimer says that I gotta put his pecker in my mouth
and suck on it like a calf on its mothers tits. Already I think this is kinda
bad. I've never had a pecker in my mouth, and I don't even know this guy.
Mortimer sees that I'm not too good with that idea, but he knows that Old
Charley and I are buddies, so he thinks maybe I should try it out on Old
Charley and he can tell us how to do it. Well, I'm still not gettin' into that.
Then Old Charley reaches over and undoes my pants and drops them to the floor
and gets my Jockey's down. Next thing I know he's put his mouth around my
pecker and his tongue, or something, is sending shivers all through my body.
Mortimer looks this all over and he allows as how we're doin' somethin' right.
I open my eyes and my pecker is rock hard and stickin' straight out. Nobody
made fun of my small pecker and not much hair. Mortimer had red hair around his
pecker. He had more'n me, but less than Old Charley. But we wasn't measurin'
hair, we was measurin' peckers.

     Then Mortimer stuck Old Charley's pecker in his mouth and he started
suckin'. Then I could see Old Charley's pecker gettin' real big. Mortimer's
pecker was gettin' just 'bout as big as Old Charley's. They stood up and it
looked like a tie to me. Mortimer wanted me to find a ruler, but I couldn't.
Then Mortimer says, 'I know how to find out.' He told me to go downstairs and
get some Crisco. I didn't understand how Crisco was gonna help them find out
whose pecker was the biggest, but I got it.

     When I got back upstairs, Mortimer 'n Old Charley had just kinda been
playin' with each others peckers. Both of 'em was still standin' out there
right hard. Then Mortimer turned me so I was facin' the bed and then he pushed
me down on the bed. Then I could feel his finger movin' around where the shit
comes out. Nobody and played with that hole since Mom quit givin' me enemas. I
didn't understand what was happenin'. Then it seemed like Mortimer was puttin'
somethin in there. I looked around but he turned my head back. In the sight
that I got I could see that he was tryin' to put his finger in there.

     I asked what he was doin' and he said that I was gonna judge which was
bigger by feelin' each pecker in my ass. I hollered no, I wasn't. Old Charley,
he piped up and said that he wasn't stickin' his pecker in anybodys shit hole,
let alone his buddy's. That made me feel good, that he had said that. Just for
that, I turned around and got Old Charley's pecker in my mouth. I tried to do
the same thing to him that he had done to me. I hadn't done it very long and I
felt his pecker gettin' bigger and bigger, and I was afraid that he was gonna
put that white stuff in my mouth so I pulled my mouth away and moved my hand on
his pecker a little, and sure 'nuff he did. Old Charley had thrown his head
back, and his hands were fists. He'd closed his eyes an' was makin' lots of
noise. Old Charley started shootin' that white stuff all over the place. I had
it all over my hand, 'n it was on the floor, 'n everything. Mortimer decided
that there couldn't be any contest then, since Old Charley was soft, now.
Mortimer pulled up his pants and went away.

     Old Charley and I lay there on the bed talkin' after Mortimer left. Then
Old Charley gave me a blow job. I tried to pull my pecker outta his mouth, but
he wouldn't let me. I don't know what he did with all of that stuff.

     Then he started talkin' about what Mortimer was tryin' to do to me, and he
wants to try it. I think it's gonna hurt, but I'll find out tonight.       


	Chapter 3: Old Charley Sleeps Over

     I was tellin' ya the other day about Old Charley and Morti-mer and me. I
told ya how we was sittin' on the porch just mindin' our own business and
bullshittin' 'bout this 'n that when Mortimer come by and challenged Old
Charley to a contest ta see who had the biggest pecker.

     Anyways, after Mortimer left that day, Old Charley got ta thinkin' 'bout
some of the things that Mortimer had been talkin' 'bout, and he b'gun ta think
that mebbe we oughta try them out. Now, ya gotta' unnerstand that I never knew
that anything came outta my pecker 'sides piss b'fore a few nights ago.

     So, that night, I got my old lady to let Old Charley spend the night with
me. Our house is small. Its really only got two bedrooms. My old man and old
lady sleep in one, and my sister sleeps in the other. Ya see, the basement has
been fixed up real neat and that's where I sleep. Everybody else sleeps on the
2nd floor so they don't hear much of what goes on in my room. So, I get to play
my radio and watch that ole TV without anybody knowin'. I can bring a good ole
six pack in too and nobody knows about it. Of course, I have to get the empties
out without the rest of them findin' out about them. But since I take care of
the trash cans, that's no problem. Whats a real pain in the ass, though, is
that the bathroom is way upstairs next to the bedrooms.      Old Charley
brought in two six packs for us. He used his gymn bag and my folks thought that
it was his clothes for overnight. I only have one bed in my room, but its a big
bed so we had lotsa room. Anyways, we went downstairs to watch that ole TV and
do some bullshittin' while we was waitin' fer everbody to go to bed. We each
had a couple cans of beer while we was shootin' the shit.

     About when we finished those two we heard everybody goin' upstairs to go
to bed. Old Charley said that he had to pee. I told him that he was gonna have
to go upstairs to do it. Old Charley didn't like that idea. Next thing I know,
Old Charley takes out Henry and grabs an empty beer can and pees in that beer
can. He filled the first one, and part of the second one. I damned near shit
when I see that! I told Old Charley that I wasn't chicken to go upstairs and
pee and started to go. Old Charley told me that I was chicken to pee in the can
like he did. Well, maybe Old Charley's pecker is lots bigger than mine, but I
can still do anything he can do. So, I grabbed an empty can and I let loose and
filled it full, and started on another. I peed just 'bout as much as he did.

     We opened another can of beer and started undressing. As I got my Jockey's
off, I noticed that Old Charley wasn't wearing any underwear. I don't think
that Old Charley ever wore underwear. I think he always let Henry just kinda
hang down his leg. By now both of us was feelin' a buzz from the beer. Old
Charley reached over and picked up his can of beer from the table and tipped it
up and chugged down a big load of that. Then he looked at me and he says that
the beer didn't taste right. I looked and he had been drinkin' from the can I
had been peein' in. I started laughin'. His face looked strange when he
realized what he had done. He got real mad at me for laughin' so hard. I jest
couldn' help it. I was buzzin' and he looked so funny. Then he found his real
can of beer and drunk down at least half the can.

     We was both laying on the bed. Old Charley reached over and took my hand
and moved it to his pecker, and told me to play with it. I put my hand around
his pecker and just kind of flopped it around a bit. Since I'd never played
with anybodys pecker before, I wasn't sure wht to do. Then I felt his hand grab
my pecker and so I just kinda did the same thing to his that he did to mine. We
pulled our hands up and down those peckers, and I could feel his pecker gettin'
harder and harder. Mine was gettin' pretty stiff, too. I felt Old Charley feel
around my nuts and I thought I was in heaven. Christ! That felt good.

     Then Old Charley put his hand under my head and I felt him lifting my head
and moving it down toward his pecker. Next thing I knew, his pecker was aimed
right at my mouth. I put my mouth around it, like I did earlier when Mortimer
was showin' us how. I was kinda gettin' the hang of it, and Old Charley was
doin' quite a bit of moanin'. The moans sounded like moans of pleasure, so I
figgered I was doin' somethin' right. Then Old Charley says to just lay there
and hold his pecker in my mouth for a couple minutes. So, I lay there. First
thing I know I feel somethin' wet in my mouth. Then I come to that Old
Charley's pissin'! I can't let go 'cause there'll be a mess in the bed. I let
out a hell of a groan, and Old Charley just laughs and keeps on pissin'. My
mouth is full of Old Charley's piss and there's more comin'. I hadda swallow or
I'da made a mess in the bed. That bastard finally quit pissin' and I really
bitched him out. He said that I thought it was so funny when he'd drunk a bunch
of my piss that he just wanted to give some back to me. I opened 'nother can of
beer to flush it down, but deep down I thought it was kinda fun.

     Then Old Charley reaches inta his gymn bag and he pulls out a jar of
somethin'. He tells me to roll over, 'cause he wants to try what Mortimer
wanted to do to me. I told him I was afraid it would hurt, and he said that
he'd be careful. He kinda pulled my ass up in the air and took some of that
stuff outa the jar and I could feel him spreadin' it around my shit hole, and
then I could feel somethin' tryin to go into my shit hole. I squeezed my hole
and told him that it hurt. He says to relax. I tried, and I could feel his
finger tryin' to go in. Then he got some more stuff and worked on my shit hole
some more. I started gettin' used to it, and then I could his finger wigglin'
around. I asked him how far he had his finger in, and he says he's got it all
the way in. He wiggled it a little and I felt a wild feelin' in my pecker. I
thought I was gonna explode right then.

     After some more of that, I could feel it gettin' comfortable in there.
Then he pulled it out, and I felt him move around and then somethin' big went
in that shit hole. I started to scream, but he put his hand over my mouth, and
then I felt my shit hole filled full to burstin' and severe pain. Old Charley
held still and held his hand over my mouth. Then he took it away and asked if
it still hurt. I sobbed that it did a little. He asked if I wanted him to take
it out. I wasn't gonna let him think I was that weak. I told him to keep it in,
but to just hold it a minute. The pain was goin' away, an' I figgered that if I
stayed like that a little more, it'd be all right.

     When I felt it goin' away, I laid down on my stomach and he laid on top of
me for a while. Then I felt him start to move around a little and then he moved
some more. I finally realized that he was wigglin' his ass in me just like he
was that night I had seen him with his pillow. I could feel my pecker gettin'
harder and harder, and just when I begun to think I couldn't take it any more,
he started movin' faster and breathin' real hard and heavy. I could feel him
sweatin' all over me. Then he moaned real hard, and then he lay real still on
top of me. I could feel his arms come around me, and he was holdin' me real
tight. He laid his head down next to mine. I moved my head around to look at
him, and he brought his lips to mine and we kissed. I didn't know what to
think. I never heard of two guys kissin', especially on the lips. But, it felt
good. I liked feelin' Old Charley have his arms around me. It felt neat to have
him close like that, and kiss me. It felt good to have his bare body layin' on
my bare body. It felt good to have his pecker inside my body.

     We stayed like that a couple minutes and then Old Charley pulled his
pecker out. Then that son of a bitch picked up my T-shirt and wiped off his
pecker with it. Then I could feel him wipe my ass with it. My T-Shirt! How's I
gonna explain that? We laid down on the bed beside each other. His pecker was
kinda floppy. My pecker was like a pitch fork handle. I told Old Charley to
roll over. He asked why, and I told him, 'cause I was gonna do to him what he
did to me. I found the jar of stuff and played with his ass for a while and got
it all loose. I spread that stuff all around down there, and then I got some
more of it, and I could feel my finger findin' that shit hole. As I started
pushin' on it some I could feel my finger start to go inside of Old Charley. I
thought this was amazing. I didn't know this could happen. I worked it around
in there and that was a real wierd feelin'. I could feel him relaxin' and my
finger moved a lot easier.

     Then I put some of it on my pecker and started working my pecker into his
shit hole. He started to scream a little, but I held his mouth, just like he
held mine. I never felt anything like that before! I almost came right then. I
held real still. I asked Old Charley if it was still hurtin' and he said it was
goin' away. I waited a couple more minutes, and then I tried workin' it around
in there a little. Oh, that feelin'! I never felt anything like it. I started
workin' it up and down a little. My pecker got harder and harder and I felt
like I was gonna explode. I felt myself gettin' all sweaty and then I felt like
I was passin' out.

     When I realized what was happenin' I was layin' on top of Old Charley, my
pecker still in his shit hole. I was feelin' as if I had been to the end of the
world and was comin' back. Then I knew I had to piss, real bad. All of that
beer and piss was startin' to catch up with me. I figgered that we'd been
havin' fun back and forth with piss, so I'd have some more fun. I started
lettin' the piss out. Then Old Charley started moanin' like he does when he's
comin'. Then he started makin' noises like he's gettin' ready to scream. I put
my hand over his mouth, an' kept right on pissin'. Then it hit me that when I
finished pissin' he was gonna let all that piss out as soon as I pulled my
pecker out. I didn't know what he would do with it, so I left my pecker in. I
took my hand away from his mouth. He was pantin'. He asked me what did I do. I
told him I pissed. 'In my shit hole?' he says. I says yup. He says he come 3
times when I did that. I didn' believe him. He says he's gotta shit now. I says
he's gotta go upstairs to do that. He says he can't make it. Its only cause
he's got his shit hole squeezed tight round my pecker that he's not shittin'
now. He's got it squeezed so tight that my pecker is startin' to get hard
again. I asked him what he thinks he can do about takin' a shit. It was his
idea to piss in the beer can. Maybe Old Charley can figger out somethin' now.

     While Old Charley's layin' there tryin' to figger out what to do, my
pecker's gettin' harder and harder. I start wigglin' around a little tryin' to
get comfortable. Then I feel my pecker in his shit hole. My pecker is kinda
floatin' in my hot piss and the more I wiggle, the better it feels. First thing
I know I'm feelin' that feelin' again, and Old Charley's squeezin' his shit
hole tighter and tighter 'cause he doesn't wanna leak, but my wigglin' around
is makin' him come. I start movin' my pecker up and down in his shit hole, and
I kin feel the head of my pecker sloshin' around in my piss. He's squeezin'
harder and that's makin' my pecker get harder, and then I feel an explosion
like I haven't felt since that old mule of Grandpa's kicked me up agin the side
of the barn when I tried to feel his nuts. I pass into outer space, and as I
lay there comin' back around, I asked Old Charley if he was all right. He
allows as how that's the best yet. He says he come 3 more times whenst I did
that. Now he's gotta shit worse than ever, and I gotta piss again. He tells me
not to piss in his shit hole again, he can't hold anymore. I knda wonder if
that's really true.

     So, I asks Old Charley what he figgers he's gonna do with all that piss
and white stuff in his shit hole. I'm 'fraid if I'm not careful he's gonna try
to get it in my mouth, or somethin' just to get even. Old Charley says he
hasn't figgered that out, yet. I start to pull my pecker out, and he tells me
to leave it in to keep the hole plugged. I asked him about the empty beer cans,
but he figgers he can't get it through that small hole, and he's sure that the
can won't hold it, and I figger he's right. Old Charley, he's hangin' on tight
to my pecker, and damned if he isn't gettin' it hard agin! I still gotta piss,
real bad, and when I tell Old Charley this, he gets all upset. He says he can't
hold anymore. Well, I can't hold it anymore, either. I'm tryin' to hold it
back, but it won't hold. My pecker's gettin' harder an' harder, and we're still
tryin' to figger out what to do. Old Charley's moanin' agin, and says he's
comin' again, and when he does, his shit hole is squeezed so tight that I feel
my own explosion.

     When it's over, we lay there again. Old Charley's got a shit hole full of
piss and that white stuff and hes' bitchin' that his guts are hurtin'. I know
that feelin' from when my Dad used to give me enemas. He'd get a so much hot
water up my shit hole and make me hold it, that I would hurt bad in my guts. I
figgered that was what Old Charley was feelin'.

     Then, I remember a big bowl that I had popcorn in that's under the bed. I
tell Old Charley about it, and he's all excited. He and I swing around on the
bed so that our feet get on the floor together with my pecker still in his shit
hole. I grabbed the T-Shirt he used to wipe his pecker with and pulled my
pecker out of his shit hole and then held his shit hole with the shirt. I
reached under the bed and got the bowl out. Old Charley squatted down and let
loose with a hell of a splatter and ker-chunks. Old Charley's pecker was
standin' straight out, and so was mine. I wiped mine off with the T-Shirt. I
figgered it was already messed up, so what the hell. I looked at the bed where
Old Charley had been layin' and there was a hell of a big wet spot. I wasn't
sure how I was gonna explain that, either. I guess I'd hafta to a laundry when
no one was home.

     So, Old Charley's squattin' over that bowl and he says it feels like his
guts are comin' out. I look in the bowl, an' he's got it 'bout half full. I
keep hearin' a few more drips and plops, and I know that he is still shittin'
it out. He says his ass is awful sore. I allow as to how mine is pretty sore,
too. I tell him I've gotta piss real bad. He reaches up and grabs my butt and
forces my pecker in his mouth and I let loose with all of that beer piss I've
been holdin' in. He takes it all down, and when I'm done, he lets loose and
allows as how thats not bad.

     Finally, Old Charley stands up and uses that T-Shirt to wipe out his shit
hole. We stand there lookin' at each other, and both of us have hard peckers.
He wraps his arms around me and pulls me to him, and then his lips are on mine
and my arms around him. After a long kiss, he whispers in my ear that he wants
to piss in my shit hole. I tell him that my ass is sore, and I don't think I
can. He says he'll be gentle, and he bends me down over the bed and starts
greasing my shit hole. Then I feel his pecker sliding in, and it isn't hurting
at all. Then we are both down on the bed and as we lay there I feel a stinging
inside my ass and then I feel the first explosion and my pecker is throbbing
and I can feel it coming out. The stinging keeps coming and I feel another
explosion coming on. I must have made some noise that time, 'cause Old Charley
tells me to be quiet, 'cause I'll wake up the house. The next time, I try to be
quiet, but that old mule has just kicked me again. Now I feel my shit hole is
so packed that its gonna explode. I can feel cramps in my gut, and I squeeze my
shit hole tight, just like Old Charley did, tryin' to keep it all in. Then I
felt Old Charley doin' the same thing I did. His pecker was gettin' harder
'cause of my squeezin', and then I felt him wigglin' his ass up and down again,
and then after he sweated a lot and moaned, he just lay down real quiet on top
of me, and lay there. I'm still squeezin' tryin' to keep that all in. Then he
lets me up, and its my turn to get over that bowl. He wipes himself off with
that old T-Shirt. His pecker isn't hard any more. Mine isn't hard, either. My
ass hurts, and he says his does too.

     Finally, it feels like I've got my guts emptied, and I get up and wipe my
shit hole with that shirt.

     We sit on the edge of the bed and share a can of beer. We figgered that it
was a lot of fun. Our shit holes hurt, and we may never shit right again, and
our peckers ache, too. But it was all great fun. After we finish the can of
beer, we fill some more beer cans with piss, and crawl into bed. I gave Old
Charley one hell of a kiss, and then we both went to sleep.


        Chapter 4: The Morning After

     When I woke up the next mornin' Old Charley and I were facin' each other.
He was still sleepin'. He had his arm over my body and I had mine over his. My
pecker was hard as a rock. Then I realized that the bed was wet. I didn't feel
like I was gonna piss, so I figgered must be I had an accident. I sometimes
sleep so hard that I don't hold it and the bed gets wet. My old lady keeps a
plastic sheet on the bed, just 'cause of that. She knows I do it sometimes, but
I always wash the sheets when she ain't home, so's she don't know how often.
After all of that beer and drinkin' piss from each other last night, must be I
couldn't hold it.

     I was ashamed that Old Charley would find out that I wet the bed
sometimes. I didn't know how to hide it, since he was sleepin' in it. My hand
kinda wandered down to feel my pecker, and it brushed agin Old Charley's
pecker, and damned if his'n wasn't just as hard as mine. At that, Old Charley's
eyes opened, and he whispered "oh shit, I did it agin!" I asked him what he was
talkin' about. He said that sometimes he wet the bed at home. 'Specially when
he had drunk a few beers the night before. I asked him if he was sure he'd
pissed the bed, and told him that sometimes I did too. Then he grinned at me,
and says "You do too?" Then he leaned over and kissed me. We decided that we'd
both pissed durin' the night, 'cause the bed was wet all over, not just on one
side or 'tother.

     I played with Old Charley's pecker a little bit, and he played with mine.
We was just gettin' ready to try to do somethin' about them bein' so stiff when
that old clock-radio went off. We had ta go to school, so we got up to get
dressed. My pecker got over bein' so stiff, at least enough so's I could get it
in my pants. Old Charley, he had more trouble gettin' his in his pants.

     My old man had already left for work when we went upstairs, and my old
lady was puttin' our breakfast on the table. Soon's she did that, she left for
work. My sister had already left for school. Soon's my mother left, I got that
bowl from downstairs and emptied it and cleaned it up. I got the sheets offa
the bed and stuck them in the washer and started 'em. After we finished
breakfast, Old Charley and I went to school.

     Old Charley an' I kept lookin' at each other durin' classes. After gymn,
we kinda hung around puttin' balls away and coolin' it until the rest of the
guys had left the locker room. We had study hall next period, and we knew what
we wanted ta study. We both felt sticky from sleepin' in that piss and we
wanted ta take a shower. We had the shower room all to ourselves and we
stripped and went in.

     After we got the water just right, I grabbed the soap and reached over and
started latherin' Old Charley up. I started with his neck, and then went down
his back with that old soap and then I got the crack of his ass real good. I
rached between his legs and soaped his nuts real good, and got in a wipe on
that old pecker of his that was just hangin' down there. Then I got his legs
soaped up real good with lotsa white, foamy lather. As I worked up the front of
him, I looked up at his face, and he gave me a real great grin. I soaped his
balls and his pecker some more, and by this time, his pecker was stiff again.
As I soaped his chest, he looked at me and then his lips were on mine, and we
was kissin'.

     Then he grabbed the soap away from me and he started latherin' me. I felt
his strong, gentle hands rubbin' around on my back, and then down around my
ass. Then, I could feel his soapy finger find my shit hole and he put it in a
little. He wiggled it around a little and then he pulled it out. I felt some
stirrings in my pecker. He put his hand on my back and bent me over. I put my
hands on my knees for support. Then I felt some more soapy lather, and then I
felt his pecker goin' in my shit hole. As he started wigglin' his ass back
forth in my ass, both of his arms came around me and he started playin' with my
pecker.

     I could feel him start to move his ass back 'n forth, movin' his pecker in
and out of my shit hole. At the same time, he was strokin' my pecker back and
forth. I kinda stood up and put my hands on the wall to brace myself. Then he
stopped wigglin' an' I thought mebbe he'd finished, but he just kinda stayed
there. I looked around at him and we started kissin'. Then I felt the stream of
piss stingin' in my ass and could feel my guts fillin' up like they was gonna
bust. Then he went back to movin' and we's still kissin'. I'm holdin' on tight
with my ass to keep it all in, and he's movin' faster an faster. He's got his
hand on my pecker and he's workin' it back an' forth real fast. I kin feel
myself gettin' closer an' closer. Then just as I'm shootin' all over the place,
he stops movin' too 'cause he did it the same time I did.      Then I forgot
about holdin' it in, and all that piss and shit just hadta come flyin' out. It
pushed Old Charley's pecker out of the way and all that piss and shit went all
over him. He turned me around and held me real close and I pushed out the rest
of it. The showers was still runnin' and it all got washed down the drain. We
lathered ourselves up, and finished our showers and went to class.       


	Chapter 5: Visiting With Mortimer

     I didn't see Old Charley for a few days 'cause it was the weekend. I just
sorta hung around the house on Saturday, kinda screwin' around in my room. I
missed Old Charley and my pecker got hard just thinkin' 'bout the fun we'd had
the other night.

     It was Saturday in the late afternoon, 'n I was jest settin' on the porch.
Mortimer come wanderin' by the house 'n he seen me settin' there on the porch.
Mortimer, he come up the walk and set down aside me there. We talked 'bout the
weather, and Mortimer, he likes baseball, so he was tryin' to talk about
baseball. I don't like baseball, much, so Mortimer tried to find somethin' else
to talk 'bout. When he sees that he's not havin' much success with that
Mortimer started talkin' 'bout the day he tried to see if his pecker was bigger
'n Old Charley's.

     Mortimer asked if I'd thought about what happened that day. I fibbed and
told him I hadn't. I asked Mortimer if he liked to do that shit. He allowed as
how he did. I asked him why. He says its fun an' it feels good. I told him I
didn't unnerstan' what he meant. He asked me if I'd never tried it, and I told
him I hadn't. He started tellin' me how good it felt and he'd like to show me.
I told him I wasn't 'bout to do anything like that right here on the front
porch. He laughed and said he wouldn't do it here on the porch, anyways. He
told me to come on over to his house after supper. His folks was goin' out for
the evening and we'd be there all alone. I told him I'd think 'bout it, but I
didn't think I'd do it. We bullshitted some more and he finally went away. He
told me again, to come on over that evenin'. I told him that I didn't go for
that shit. (I lied.)

     After supper I watched that old TV for a while, but I couldn't stop
thinkin' 'bout Old Charley and Mortimer and my stiff pecker. Finally I told my
folks I was goin' out for a while, and I walked over to Mortimers house.

     Mortimer was there, watchin' TV. His face really lighted up when he saw
me. We sat down on the sofa and watched TV for a while. Mortimer brought out
some beer and we drunk those and then Mortimer reached over and just kinda
rubbed my knee and then he moved his hand up my leg a little. Then the first
thing I knew, he was undoin' my pants and helpin' me outta them. I hadn't worn
my Jockey's that night, and as soon as he got my pants down, my old pecker came
flyin' out, real happy to be loose and free. Mortimer put my pecker in his
mouth and I felt a chill go up my back, and I let out a hell of a moan. Then I
felt his hand just kinda tickle my nuts a little, and I felt another chill. I
don't know what Mortimer was doin' but it shore felt good! Then Mortimer let go
of my pecker and he took off my shoes and got my pants off. He pulled me up off
of the sofa and we stood there facin' each other.

     Mortimer was just 'bout as tall as me, 'n I guess he weighs just 'bout the
same. Since he'd gotten my pants off, I reached down and undid his jeans. His
pants fell to the floor and his pecker came poppin' out, just 'bout like mine
had. Mortimer had red hair on his head, but I didn't think he'd have red hair
'round his pecker, too, but he did. I don't know what I thought I'd see, but I
guess I thought it'd be black, or blonde. As we took our shirts off, I looked
at the thin line of red hair that started at his belly button and made a path
down to his pecker. That red hair spread out all over 'round his pecker and on
his balls. I was used to Old Charley's black hair, and thought everybody's was
black. I knew mine was blonde, but I hadn't really looked at it.

     So I was just kinda standin' there starin' at Mortimer's red hair, 'n then
I felt his hand grab my pecker, and he pulled on it a little. It had started to
soften a little, but as soon as he grabbed it, it got hard again. Mortimer
says, 'You like this, don't you?' I told him I didn't know. He says, 'As stiff
as this cock is, I know you like it!' I'd never heard it called a cock before,
but I didn't want Mortimer to think I was dumb, so I didn't say anything.
Mortimer put his lips on mine and we started kissin'. Then I felt his tongue in
my mouth. I didn't know what to think of that, but it kinda felt good.

     Next thing I knew, we was on the floor, side by side, and we was still
kissin'. He took his tongue out of my mouth and I started kinda tryin' to put
my tongue in his mouth. He opened his mouth, and it went right in. I started
explorin' the inside of his mouth, and I found my cock gettin' harder. Of
course, his hand on my pecker didn't make it get any softer.

     Then he pulled away from my mouth, and then his tongue started licking my
tit. Now, I'd seen babies suckin' on their mother's tits, but I'd never heard
of a guys tits bein' sucked on. I felt a chill go through me, but it felt good.
Then he moved over to the other tit, and he licked on that for a while. Then he
had his tongue in my belly button lickin' that. Then, before I knew it, he had
his tongue down on my nuts, and my pecker was gettin' harder and harder. His
tongue moved over to the inside of my legs and was licking around there on each
leg. One hand was rubbin' my nuts, and the other hand was just touchin' my
tits, first one and then the other.

     Then he took his hands and lifted my legs way up. I felt my ass bein'
lifted off the floor. Then I felt his tongue lickin' my balls, and then it went
down to my shit hole. I thought that was terrible, to lick my shit hole, but it
sure felt good. My pecker was gettin' harder 'n harder. He hadn't touched it in
a long while, but it was hard. He licked my shit hole for quite a while, and
then he moved back to my balls, and the first thing I knew, his tongue was
runnin' up the bottom of my pecker. That was more than I could handle. I was
groanin' and it was drivin' me out of my mind. Mortimer was runnin' his tongue
around my pecker, and his finger was playin' with my shit hole. I could feel it
comin' and it was gettin' worse 'n worse. I don't know what Mortimer was doin'
down there, and I didn't care! Then I felt the mule kick me outta that stable.
When I came to, I just knew I had put a whole bunch of that white stuff in
Mortimer's mouth, and I felt kinda bad about it. I looked down at Mortimer, and
he was lookin' up at me and he was grinnin'. He told me that my come was the
best he'd tasted in a long time. I asked him if he liked to eat that, and he
said that he did. I asked him if it wasn't bad for you, and he said that he
didn't think so. He had eaten lots of it, and it hadn't hurt him. Then he laid
back beside me and kissed me. We laid there for a while, and I decided to see
what it was like.

     I didn't pay much attention to his tits. I was more interested in that red
hair of his. I had already sucked on Old Charleys cock, so I knew what that was
like, but I tried lickin' his nuts, and he started moanin'. I found that I
could suck one of his nuts in my mouth, and he starts hollerin' that it was
sooo good, and not to stop. I sucked on that one and then I got the other one
in my mouth. I looked up at him an' he was layin' there with his eyes closed,
an' his mouth wide open, and he was breathin' funny. I let his nuts outta my
mouth and raised his legs up, like he had raised mine.

     Then I saw it! I'd never looked at anybody's shit hole before. But there
was Mortimers! His red hair came down along his legs and then down around that
shit hole. There wasn't much, but enough so's I could see that it was red, but
I could also see that puckered little thing lookin' at me with one eye. I stuck
my tongue out and touched it, and then pulled my tongue back. Mortimer groaned
a lot and that shit hole did a lot of movin' around, and then it settled down.
I put my tongue back on it again, and I could feel it movin' as my tongue moved
around on it. Mortimer groaned and moaned, and I could feel him tryin' to move
around. I had his legs held up there, and there weren't much he could do. I
could see his pecker gettin' harder and harder, and doin' a lot of floppin'
around up there. Then Mortimer hollers 'Suck on my cock, you cocksucker!
Hurry!' I let his legs down and put my mouth around his cock. I wiggled my
tongue around the head of his cock and then Mortimer screamed. I was scared!
But, just as he screamed he exploded and he filled my mouth with the white
stuff. Almost as much as when Old Charley had peed in my mouth. I swallowed
real hard and it tasted kinda good. I'd just gotten that swallowed and he shot
a bunch more in my mouth. When his pecker quit throbbin' I swallowed again. It
tasted kinda sweet, and was good. Then I felt his pecker gettin' smaller and
smaller. I let loose of it and then I slid up beside Mortimer and he leaned
over and we kissed again.

     He went and got some more beer, and we sat on the sofa, bare assed naked
watchin' TV and drinkin' beer. When I finished my beer I see that it was almost
11, so I got my clothes on, and kissed Mortimer good-night and walked on home.
When I got there, I was beat, and I flopped into that old bed and went right to
sleep. I dreamt about Mortimer that night.


        Chapter 6: The Camping Trip

     Old Charley 'n I we seen each other in class during the week, but what
with one thing 'n another, we didn't get to talk about our peckers, and I
didn't mention what'd happened with Mortimer.

     At least, not 'til long about Thursday. Old Charley called me up on the
phone Thursday night and asked me if I wanted to go campin' with him over the
weekend. I asked him where he was plannin' on goin'. He says he's gonna go up
ta Millers Falls. I been campin' up there before. It's a nice quiet spot way
back in the woods. There's this creek that runs down through the woods and then
it just makes this big drop. I reckon its 'bout 20 foot that it drops.

     I asked him who all's goin' 'n he says its just him 'n me. When's he
goin'. He figgered on goin' up Saturday mornin', doin' some fishin' up there,
mebbe wanderin' 'round the woods for a while, then we'd spend the night, and
come back on Sunday.

     Well, this sounds kinda interestin'. I asked him how we're gettin up
there, and he said he figgered on hikin'. I told him I liked that idea, and he
says he'd be over on Saturday mornin' about 9 to get me.

     So Friday after school, I got my tent out and got it all looked over and
ready to go, and dug out some blankets to take. I don't have a sleepin' bag. My
folks haven't been able to afford one. So I always use about 4 blankets. Its
OK. I got some clean underwear an' stuff an' put it all in a knapsack. Then, it
took me a couple of hours to find my fishin' pole. I hadn't seen it since last
fall and I had to look over the damned place for it. I finally found it way
over in the back of my closet. My tackle box was there with it. I went all
through my tackle box and found shit that I'd forgot about. When I got that all
finished, I like to died when I looked at that blessed clock! It was near
midnight. I hit the sack and was asleep in 'bout a minute.

     Next mornin', Old Charley's there, just like he said he would, right at 9.
I was almost ready, and just put a few more things in my knapsack, and got my
good walkin' shoes on and we started out.

     After we left the house, we stopped at the store to get some food for
lunch, supper and breakfast. Old Charley, he wanted to get lots of candy 'n
stuff, but I talked him into some hamburg 'n potatoes 'n stuff. I know how to
cook that stuff on a campfire so's it comes out pretty good. Then we started
walkin' out of town, an' after a few blocks, we was startin' to get into the
country. When we got out past the old haunted house, we turned off on a trail
that started back up into the woods. We walked for quite a while. There weren't
any other people around. We talked about school, and we tried to tell what the
different trees were. Old Charley and I got into an argument over this one
tree. I said it was an aspen, an' he said it was an oak. We took some leaves
so's we could ask our teacher at school.

     We walked a ways further and had a couple a piss stops and took a break to
catch our breath. Old Charley was talkin' about why he don't wanna driver's
license. He says its too dangerous out there on them highways. He's 'fraid
he'll get killt if'n he gets behind the wheel. I'd like a drivers license, but
my folks can't afford no car, so we always take the bus or whatever we kin
find. Since there ain't no car for me to learn to drive in, I guess it'll be a
long time 'fore I drive.

     It was 'bout the middle of the afternoon when we finally reached the
creek. I'd forgotten that Millers Falls was so far away. We turned and walked
alongside the creek for about an hour and then we found the falls. Just as we
rounded the bend to where we could see the falls, we looked where we camp, and
there was a deer standin' right in the middle of where we put the tent. We both
stopped and watched that old deer for quite a while. She didn't know we was
there. She was eatin' the grass. We watched her for quite a while and then she
went back in the woods. It was fun watchin' her.

     After she left, we went on to the clearing where the deer had been and we
started unpackin'. We was gettin' the tent set up and then we got the food
unpacked. That was when Old Charley got out the two six packs of beer he'd
brung with him. He put them in the pool right there at the bottom of the falls
so's they'd get good and cold. I was gettin' my blankets spread out while Old
Charley was messin' around with the firewood an' a place to cook. After I got
my bed fixed up, he started workin' on his bed. First thing I know, Old
Charley, he's making his bed outta blankets, just like I did. Now, Old
Charley's always used a sleepin' bag before. So I asks him where it is. He
tells me that he knows that I don't have no sleepin' bag, and he thinks it'd be
fun to try it like I do this time. Well, I guess so. It might be kinda fun
after all, but who knows.

     We got out the fish poles and went back down the creek aways, and did some
fishin'. There wasn't much bitin' but we each got a couple of small ones. It
was beginnin' to get dark so we went back to the campsite. We got the fire
started 'n I started to cook some supper. We cooked those fish we caught, and I
cooked some of that hamburg we'd bought. Old Charley got the beer outta the
pool and opened one up for me and then he got one for hisself. So, I was
feelin' pretty good for cookin' supper. It was pretty dark when supper was
finally ready. Old Charley had brought an old light with him, an' I had some
candles. Supper tasted real great. Maybe it was I had cooked it my self, or
just cause we was out there in the fresh air, and all.

     After supper we got the pot of water offa the fire that I had put on there
when we started to eat and we washed our dishes. Old Charley 'n me hadn't been
talkin' 'bout too much. Mostly the other people in school and some of the dumb
things that had been goin' on. While we was doin' the dishes, we had some more
beer. After we got the dishes done, we sat down by the fire and we was drinkin'
beer and just sort of lookin' at the fire. After a little bit of that, Old
Charley says, "C'mon, let's go swimmin'." I told him I didn't have my swimmin'
trunks with me. He told me I didn't need them, to just get my clothes off, and
jump in. We'd go skinny dippin'. I'd never tried that before, but it was dark,
and was just me 'n Old Charley, so what the Hell.

     We both went runnin and jumped into that pool about the same time. We
didn't know how cold that water was gonna be. I bet they heard me holler clear
back in town. After a little bit of gettin' used to it, it wasn't so bad. Old
Charley, he was swimmin' around, and first thing I knew he was swimmin' between
my legs. Then he went through them again, 'n he grabbed my pecker on his way
through. Then I tried it with him. I grabbed his pecker 'n his nuts 'n hung on
'till I couldn't hold my breath no more. I let go and come up for air. We
played around in that pool for a while. Me grabbin' him, 'n him grabbin' me. I
started gettin' cold, so I got out and grabbed my towel and sat by the fire for
a while. Old Charley, he come out right after I did. We put some more wood on
the fire and sat there with another beer and the towels around us.      I was
still cold, and told Old Charley that I was cold. He went in the tent and
grabbed a blanket. He come back out and set down a side of me and got the
blanket around both of us. Then he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and held
me tight. I put my arm around his shoulder and we sat there. Then I told Old
Charley how Mortimer had invited me over to his house last week, 'n I told him
all of the things that Mortimer and me had done. Old Charley kept holdin' me
tighter 'n tighter while I was tellin' him. I could feel my pecker gettin'
harder 'n harder from thinkin' 'bout it. My hand kinda started feelin' over to
Old Charley's pecker, 'n I could feel that his pecker was just 'bout as hard as
mine. Then I felt his hand nudge my pecker. I looked over at him, and then his
lips met mine, 'n we kissed. I could feel his tongue come into my mouth, and
then when he moved his tongue back, my tongue went in his mouth an' explored
around. His hand moved to my tit and it sent a wild thrill through my body. My
kiss got even stronger.

     Then I felt us goin' backward and we was layin' on the ground with the
blanket under us. We was still hangin' on to each other and kissin'. Then Old
Charley broke the kiss, and his lips started movin' 'round on my body. As his
tongue got down near my pecker, I told him to wait that I had to piss before he
got too far. At that, he says, 'Go ahead', an' I felt his mouth get wrapped
around my pecker and my pecker felt good. Old Charley just sort of held his
mouth there, and then I started lettin' loose all of that beer. Old Charley, he
sucked it all up, an' swallowed every last drop. Then I felt him start movin'
his mouth 'round on my pecker. I felt myself gettin' higher and higher. Then
before I was ready shoot, Old Charley pulled away, 'n he started movin' his
tongue back up my body, and the next thing I knew, his lips were on mine again
and we was back to kissin'.

     I broke the kiss and then I started down his body with my tongue. When I
got to his belly button, I worked my tongue around real good in there, and he
got to gigglin'. Then I followed that thin line of black hair from his belly
button down to his pecker. Just as I was startin' to work my tongue around the
head of his pecker, he says, 'Hold still a minute. It's my turn, now.' I knew
just what he meant, and I grabbed his pecker with my mouth, and I had just
clamped down on it when I felt that hot stream hit the back of my mouth. It
seemed like it was comin' forever, but I kept swallowin' an' I got it all down.
When it stopped comin' Old Charley told me to turn around. I didn't know what
he meant, but I finally got around so's my pecker was even with his mouth, and
the first thing I knew, he had my pecker in his mouth, 'n I had his pecker in
my mouth. It felt so good, I had trouble rememberin' to pay attention to his
pecker. Then I felt his pecker gettin' real hard an' stiff, an' I knew that he
was 'bout ready to shoot. But, I could feel me gettin' ready to blast off, too.
An' then I felt his hot load hit my tongue just as I felt my load headin' out
into his waitin' mouth. After I finished, I was too beat to move. I lay my head
on his leg and just laid there with his pecker still in my mouth.

     I got turned around after a while and Old Charley got up an' got a couple
more beers for us. We was warm enough by now and didn't need the blanket around
us. The fire was kinda dyin' down now, and so was we. We both sat there kinda
watchin' the fire, not sayin' much, 'n not thinkin' much. Just watchin' the
fire, 'n drinkin our beer.      When we'd finished the beer, Old Charley said
he was tired, and ready to hit the sack. I was that way myself. I mentioned
that we'd had quite a few beers and was wonderin' if I was gonna wet the bed.
Old Charley says that he had figgered that might happen. Then he reached in his
knapsack and I was sure shocked when I saw what Old Charley had. He had drug
out some diapers. I asked him what he was gonna do. He said that his older
sister had a baby that was wearin' toddler diapers now. He'd been lookin' at
them and wonderin' what would happen if he wore them on the nights when he'd
been drinkin' a lot. I couldn't believe it. Old Charley looked a little old to
be wearin' diapers, but he had a point. He asked me if I would help him get
them on.

     This was a little embarassin', but if that's what he wanted, what the
Hell. So, I unfolded one, and as he stood there with his legs spread, I managed
to get it on him. It didn't really go all of the way around him, like they do
on a baby, but it did pretty good. I could see his pecker gettin' harder 'n
harder as I put it on. Finally when I was all finished, He leaned over and
kissed me.

     Then Old Charley asked me if I was gonna wear one. I told him no way. He
says, but you wet the bed when you've had too much to drink, don't you? And, I
had to agree that he was right. So, Old Charley put one of those diapers on me,
and by the time he was finished, my pecker was pretty stiff. I reached over and
felt of his diaper, and I could feel his stiff pecker through it.
     We went in the tent and messed around with the blankets so that we had
like a double bed there. We crawled down between the blankets. Old Charley and
I were facing each other. We gave each other a hug and a kiss. Wearing our
diapers, we went to sleep.


        Chapter 7: Sunday Morning

     When I woke up, it was still dark out. I could feel my pecker as hard as a
baseball bat. Then I could feel the wet around my body. Then I 'membered where
I was and I 'membered that Old Charley had put a diaper on me before we went to
bed. I looked over and seen Old Charley layin' there. His face was facin' me,
'n it looked like he was sleepin'. I reached over to find his pecker. I found
it through the diaper he was wearin' 'n his pecker was just as hard as mine. I
stuck my finger down inside the diaper, 'n his was wet, too. Then Old Charley
says, 'I wet it. Did you wet yours?' I told him I did.

     Old Charley rolled over and grabbed me, and our peckers were rubbin' each
other through the diapers. Then he pulled the diaper open and my stiff pecker
came flyin' out. Old Charley was on that pecker like flies on shit. He licked
my pecker, 'n he licked my nuts, and he run his tongue all over down there,
gettin' alla that piss up. I couldn't stand it. It was drivin' me crazy. I was
already half way up the wall when I woke, an' his foolin' around down there was
makin' it worse. I couldn't hold it any more and shot all over the place.

     As my pecker was gettin' soft, Old Charley stretched out beside me. I
reached down and pulled his diaper off, and started lickin' up all of that piss
he'd left down there. He shot just about as fast as I had. I pulled the diaper
off the rest of the way, an' Old Charley pulled his off. Damned if Old Charley
didn't have some more of them diapers. He pulled out two more an' put them on
'n went back to bed. Old Charley gave me a kiss an' we went back to sleep.

     When I woke up the next time, it was daylight. My diaper was dry, but I
had to pee real bad. I stuck my finger down inside Old Charley's diaper an' it
was wet again. He was layin' on his back an' snorin' up a storm. I took off my
diaper, an' then I got straddle of Old Charley's belly and stuck my pecker down
in Old Charley's diaper. I felt my pecker's head hit the head of Old Charley's
pecker. It was no sooner in there than I started to pee. It was right then that
Old Charley woke up. Old Charley started makin' all kinds of noises. I felt my
pecker gettin' covered with somethin' an' I could tell by his noises that he
had just shot off.

     I pulled my pecker out of his diaper, and stuck my hand down in there, 'n
shore 'nuff he'd shot off. I turned 'round on his belly, and aimed my pecker at
his mouth. He looked up at me and let a lot of air out of his mouth in a
whoosh. He says that was sumthin' else! I asks why he come. He says the feel of
my hot piss hittin' his pecker and his nuts like that just set him off.

     I says, 'Well, set me off.' Then I shoved my pecker in his face and I
reached down and grabbed the back of his head and pulled it up so that my
pecker had to go in his mouth. He wrapped his mouth 'round my pecker like an
all day lollipop, 'n he started workin' on it. I sat there on his chest,
holdin' his head up on my pecker, an' I'm all bent over him. Its feelin' sooo
damned good! I try to keep from shootin' but I can't hold it no more, and I kin
feel it building up way down deep in back of my nuts an' then comin' through my
nuts and they it went all over the place. When it was over, I let go of Old
Charley's head, 'n he lay back down. 'Damn! That tastes good!' That was the
first time Old Charley'd said anything like that. Then he says, 'What a way to
wake up in the mornin'. I'd like to wake up every mornin' that way.' I told him
that it sure was a good way.

     So, we gets out of bed, an' Old Charley takes off his diaper. We went out
and started a fire so's we could cook us some breakfast. That was a real sight.
Both of us was running around there in the woods, naked as a jaybird, workin'
on gettin' some breakfast goin'.

     It was kinda thrillin' runnin' around there with nuthin' on. Free from the
clothes. Just lettin' our peckers hang out. As we'd pass each other, we'd make
a grab at his pecker, but nuthin' serious. The smell of the bacon fryin' was
goin' all through the woods, and it shore smelled good! When the bacon was done
real good, Old Charley surprised me an' started cookin' some eggs. I didn't
know he knew how to cook eggs. The toast got burned a little, but it was good.

     We put our towels down on a old log and we sat there on the towel, side by
side, bare-assed naked, eatin' breakfast. I think it was the best breakfast I
ever et.

     After we was through with the breakfast, we washed up our cookin' stuff,
and got it put away. Then we figgered enough time had gone, so we jumped in the
pool. We wanted to get alla that piss and come offa ourselves 'fore we got
dressed. We wasn't sure how long it'd be 'fore somebody was to come wanderin'
through our campsite. It was hard 'nuff for us to be naked in front of each
other, but it'd be ten times worse for someone else to see us. We splashed
'round for a while. We grabbed each others peckers for a bit, and then we got
out and got dried off. I went in the tent to get some clothes to put on.

     I had flopped down on the blankets so's I could reach my knapsack at the
other end. All of a sudden I felt Old Charley land on top of me. I could feel
Old Charley's pecker against my back. It felt big and hard. Old Charley put his
arms around me, 'n he laid his head down side of mine. He started to run his
tongue around on my ear, 'n then it felt as if he was tryin' to put that tongue
in my ear. I could feel my pecker gettin' harder. I could feel his pecker
pokin' me in the back, 'n it seemed to be gettin' harder. Old Charley was
huggin' me tight, like he'd never let me go. I turned my head around 'n I
looked right into those blues eyes. Old Charley looked back at me, 'n then he
brought his lips down on mine. I could feel his tongue start to feel around in
my mouth. It sent a thrill through my body, and I could feel my pecker gettin'
even harder. Old charley's pecker was really stiff now. Then I felt Old Charley
movin' his hand around. In a couple of seconds I could feel his hand messin'
around my shit hole. It was beginnin' to feel slippery down there. I knew what
was gonna happen, 'n I couldn't wait. Then Old Charley just kinda raised his
ass up a little 'n then I couldn't feel his pecker in my back anymore. Then I
could feel the head of that monstrous pecker pokin' at my shit hole, tryin' to
get in. Suddenly, I felt a snap, an' I felt Old Charley's pecker reachin' way
up inside me. I don't know what he hit when he went in, but I almost shot when
it went in.

     We was still kissin'. He started movin' his ass up and down and I could
feel that pecker movin' back n' forth. I felt Old Charley's tongue leave my
mouth, and my tongue followed it into his mouth. Old Charley started suckin' on
my tongue just like I had sucked on his pecker. I think he was tryin' to make
my tongue shoot. His ass was just a movin' that pecker of his in 'n out of my
ass. It was movin' my pecker back 'n forth on those blankets. The blankets was
really gettin' my pecker stirred up. I was gettin' close to shootin'. Then I
felt Old Charley suck even harder on my tongue. He was movin' faster 'n faster
with his pecker. My tongue was movin' faster 'n faster in his mouth. I was
gettin' sweaty from all this exceitement. I could feel Old Charley sweatin' 'n
a lot of it was fallin' on me. I could feel myself gettin' ready to shoot. I
squeezed my shit hole to try to keep from doin' it. That made Old Charley
shoot. When he did, he bit down on my tongue. I thought he was gonna bite it
off. I pulled my tongue back just as soon as he let loose, I finally felt his
pecker stop throbbing. I felt the sticky mess between my belly 'n the blankets.
I knew we had both shot a whoppin' big load.

     Old Charley pulled his pecker out, 'n we both jumped in the pool agin to
get all that sweat off'n us. Now we put some clothes on. The we started gettin'
our stuff packed up so's we'd be ready to leave.

     We took the tent down, 'n packed that away. When we got it all done, we
started back down the trail. We stopped along the creek in lotsa places and did
some fishin' We didn't catch anything worth keepin'. But, we kept tryin'.

     When we got down to where the trail took off from the creek, we put the
fishin' poles away, and headed back into town. I said good bye to Old Charley
at my house, 'n he went on home.


        Chapter 8: Three's Company

     The camping trip had been lot's of fun, but I was beat when I got home. I
went to bed early and slept real good.

     I had a real wild dream that night. I was dreamin' 'bout Old Charley 'n
me. I'm not sure where we was, but it was in a house, somewheres. It was in a
cellar. I could see the boards for the floor upstairs. The walls was cement and
so was the floor. There wasn't nothin' else in the room, 'ceptin' an old
mattres, just Old Charley 'n me.

     Old Charley and me was on the mattress, just lyin' there next to each
other. Our bodies was touchin' a lot, an' we had our arms 'round each other. I
don't remember whether we was kissin' or we was sleepin'. I felt good just
bein' so close to Old Charley. Then I looked up, 'n here comes Mortimer down
the steps to the cellar. Mortimer didn't have any clothes on, either. He was
just as maked as we were. I looked at Mortimer and thought that I didn't
remember that his pecker was as big as that. But it was swingin' back 'n forth
between his legs as he come down those stairs. Each time he stepped down onta
another step that pecker would slap up against his leg. I really liked that
thick red hair that was growin' 'round his pecker. He had a lot of it.

     Old Charley woke up and looked at me. Then he saw that I was lookin' at
somethin' an' he turned to look. That's when he saw Mortimer, and he turned
onto his tummy real quick. Old Charley was bein' shy, again. Mortimer says 'Hi'
to both of us, 'n we 'Hi' him back. Mortimer asks what we was doin' 'n we told
him we was restin'. I don't think he believed that, 'cause he give us a funny
look.

     Mortimer comes over to the mattress 'n he sits down on the edge of it,
side of Old Charley. Old Charley stays on his tummy with his pecker boring into
that mattress. Mortimer starts rubbin' Old Charley's back, 'n then while he's
doin' that, we all's talkin' 'bout what Mortimer wanted to do when we was
together the last time. Mortimer's tellin' us that it don't hurt an' its lotsa
fun. Then while's he's rubbin' Old Charley's back, he reaches over and starts
messin' with my pecker. Old Charley's watchin' all this. Mortimer is workin'
his hand lower on Old Charley, an' first thing I knew, he's got his finger
tryin' to get into Old Charley's shit hole. Old Charley's grinnin. He likes
that. Then Mortimer hops over between us, and just kinda pushes me onto my
tummy, an' then he's doin' the same thing to me. I'm feelin' his finger goin'
in an' outta my shit hole, and it really feels wild. I look over at Old Charley
'n he's grinnin' an' I'm grinnin' right back at him. Old Charley's got his ass
goin' up an' down with Mortimer's finger. I start doin' the same 'n its feelin'
really wild. Mortimer's finger is feelin' good, 'n its not hurtin' at all, an'
then I realize that there's more'n a finger in that hole. I look aroun' an'
he's got three fingers in each of our shit holes.

     Old Charley 'n I are both gettin' into this. Then I feel Mortimer pull his
finger out. He's tellin Old Charley to get up on top of me, 'n he's helpin' Old
Charley get his pecker into my shit hole. I feel that old pecker of his slip
right in to my shit hole. Then Mortimer got his pecker all slicked up with
spit, and he was rammin' it into Old Charley's shit hole. When it went in, I
felt Old Charley's pecker come slammin' down into my shit hole. Then I felt it
go out and them come whompin' back down in, 'n then it bounced. That was when
Mortimer had slammed into Old Charley. After a few more times we all got things
arranged and just as Mortimer would get his pecker shoved all the way in to Old
Charley's shit hole, Old Charley would have his pecker 'n he's helpin' Old
Charley get his pecker into my shit hole. I feel that old pecker of his slip
right in to my shit hole. Then Mortimer got his pecker all slicked up with
spit, and he was rammin' it into Old Charley's shit hole. When it went in, I
felt Old Charley's pecker come slammin' down into my shit hole. Then I felt it
go out and them come whompin' back down in, 'n then it bounced. That was when
Mortimer had slammed into Old Charley. After a few more times we all got things
arranged and just as Mortimer would get his pecker shoved all the way in to Old
Charley's shit hole, Old Charley would have his pecker almost all out of my
shit hole. Then when Mortimer pushed in, the force rammed Old Charley's pecker
way down deep in my hole. It was wild!

     I heard Old Charley start to breath hard, an' then I heard Mortimer start
to breath hard. Then I could tell that they had both come. As they lay on top
of me, I felt myself shootin deep down into that mattress.

     I woke up then. My pecker was getting soft and I could feel where I had
come all over myself. I looked around and it was getin' daylight. I lay there
and started wipin' myself off, just as the clock-radio went off.