Date: Sat, 9 Oct 2004 20:49:57 EDT
From: rick19uk@ntlworld.com
Subject: That Fateful Day 2

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That Fateful Day

By Rick Grahame

Chapter 2


Carl and I parted company almost as soon as we got off the bus. I rocketed
the few hundred yards home and went to batter the shower again. God! I have
to calm down as I'm sure I will wear it out, and I don't mean the shower.
Imagine no more five finger shuffles, I shuddered at the thought. I
finished up in the shower and got dressed in comfy cut down joggers and
t-shirt, and padded around barefoot gathering my stuff together. First came
my sleeping bag which originally was bought as a zip-apart one that could
be joined with another. The other was in my brother James's room who was
away at uni and wouldn't be home till summer break. I got that too and
rolled the pair together thinking it would be cool to zip up and sleep
together with Carl. My fishing tackle was stored in the garage so slipping
some trainers on I went there and sorted out the small tackle box and a 16'
beachcaster that had taken me 9 months to save for. It is carbon fibre and
soooooo light. It goes like a cannon if you get the whip right as you cast,
and can easily reach the surf line where all the good bass live. I use a
mitchel multiplier which I had nightmares with when I first began to use
it. The birds nests I got and the line it cost me was crippling, not to
mention the lures and weights. I had practiced well though, and could do
now use it like an old hand. I love fighting a good bass, also on that
coast I had often caught some good sized codling which were fabulous in my
mums beer batter and deep fried with her home cut chips (thick fries).

      The evening wore on for ever, and it took me only an hour to get my
stuff ready and down to the garage ready to go in Carls dads Hi-Lux pick-up
in the morning. I soon became restless and bored. We would use Carls tent
which he assured me was an 8 man ridge tent with loads of room for us
two. He insisted it was tall enough to stand up in and would be big enough
to even keep our bikes in. I know that my dad has a 4 roomed frame tent
tucked away somewhere, and I remembered us using it once in France when I
would be about 10. I can also remember him saying after we arrived back
home, "well thats camping over and done with", and none of us have ever
seen or heard of it again. He bought it off a friend who swore by it being
the* best *sort of holiday for young families, and I'm totally sure if it
hadn't been for the fact his friend had moved to Scotland, he would never
have spoken to him again. He hated it, especially the spiders and other
creepy crawlies that invaded us 24/7. His phobia as you may guess is
spiders, and with us living out in the country he goes on a nightly spider
hunt in their bedroom before he will get into bed. It's so bad he won't
allow anything to be hung on the walls that they can hide behind, *wierd*.

      I had set my alarm for 7am and was "up and at em" immediately it went
off. I had a quick shower, cleaned my teeth, got dressed and was down
stairs within 20 minutes of it ringing. My mum stood there with her mouth
hanging open so I cheekily went up to her and putting my fingers under her
chin I closed it and gave her a quick peck. Her comment was,"if you can get
up so easily because you're going camping why can't you do it every other
day"? I smiled at her and asked what was for breakfast. She called me a
cheeky beggar, smiled, and asked if bacon and eggs were ok. "Please" I said
and sat at the table chugging down a glass of orange juice. "Don't just sit
there" she said, "put some bread in the toaster and make the toast, your
dad will be back in a minute, he's gone for his paper". I did it and stood
over the thing wondering why it took so long. Our toaster is a bit too
manic, and you have to stand by it because as it pops, the toast must fly a
foot in the air and you can bet that if your'e not there to catch it, it
will surely end up on the floor. I had made 6 rounds when dad came in and
mum was just saying "its ready, come and get it whilst its hot". I said
good morning to my dad and sat down to enjoy my mums delic bacon and
eggs. She fries the bacon in a pan and the bacon fat that gathers there is
used to quickly dip 3 half slices of bread which she then grills to a
golden brown, puts one on each plate and sits a perfectly fried egg on
top. I have beans with my mine and the combination of tastes is just so
much, I could orgasm sometimes. I know I've gone on a bit but if you tasted
my mums cooking you would too.

      I had just finished rinsing off the crockery and loading it into the
dishwasher when I heard Carls dad sound his horn out front. I was out like
a shot and grabbing my stuff from the garage before Carl could get to the
door. He came over to me and asked what he should take, and we soon had it
loaded including my bike. Mum came out at that point with a cooler she said
she had put a few things in, and reaching into her apron pocket gave me my
phone which she said *she* had remembered to charge, and making the quip, "
you'd forget your head if it wasn't screwed on". Dad had come out too, and
they both stood waving as we set off. I asked Carls dad to stop at the cash
machine on the high street and I drew some cash. We then stopped at the
fishing tackle shop and bought bait and some other bits and pieces. On a
sand or mud beach we would normally dig for Lugworm but Southwold being
shingle and pebble, it wasn't an option. We arrived at Southwold about an
hour later going into the road that takes you down to all the boatyards and
fishermens huts. We drove slowly past them all on a rough track eventually
coming out by the sea wall and turning left past the holiday caravans and
on to the campsite. Carls dad paid our fee and stayed long enough to help
us pitch the tent and stash our stuff. I got the primus stove going and
made us all a welcome cup of tea. Looking in the cooler I saw mum had
packed loads of sandwiches, bacon, a carton of eggs, bread, and 3 cans of
beans along with 2 spare ice packs.  She said we should ask the campsite
store to freeze them for us so we had somewhere to keep stuff cool all the
time we were there. She had rung them apparently, and they were more than
happy to do this for us. We finished our tea and Carls dad left us making
sure to tell us that if we had any probs at all we were to ring and he
would come and get us. Carl programmed his dads mobile number into my phone
so we both had it.

      We both went into the tent when he'd gone, and I was amazed at the
room in it. We were both on our knees setting our sleeping bags out, and as
I began to zip my two together I nudged Carl to let him see what I'd
brought. He looked over and this big silly grin appeared on his face just
as he leapt onto me. We rolled about each trying to get the better of each
other.  I had managed to get him pinned and was intent on holding him there
when I felt him grab my crotch. I jumped with surprise and pleasure as he
felt around till he got hold of my dick. I just flopped over onto my back
saying, "you have till next week to let go". He giggled and moved to sit on
my thighs all the time keeping his hold on my now throbbing cock. I reached
up to his and sure enough he was rock solid too. I said if we are going to
do this we had better close the flaps, so he jumped off and went to close
them. He turned back around and began to undo his pants first having
slipped his t-shirt off. I just lay there dry mouthed and dumb. He
undressed all the way down to his boxers and slowly resumed his seat on my
thighs. Once he was sat down he moved to undo my belt and button then my
zip was slowly undone. Shunting down my legs he tugged my pants as I lifted
my bum then he pulled them off altogether. I was shaking like a leaf. He
then went to take off my t-shirt and after a bit of shuffling about off it
came leaving us both down to badly tented boxers. He then moved so that
both our dicks were in contact, and slowly humped them together, I was a
total wreck at this point and like putty in his hands. He fumbled about a
bit, and I then felt his dick snaking up the leg of my boxers till it was
side by side with mine. At this point we both sort of lost all control and
humped wildly with the precum we were both leaking making it all
wonderfully slippery. The sweat was pouring off both of us adding to the
sensation and we both let out loud AAAAAAAAAH's! and creamed each others
bits. It was just totally mind blowing and Carl collapsed onto me
whimpering, and snuggling his head into my neck. I instinctively wrapped my
arms around him and pulled him even tighter to me. God! I think I'm in
love.

      We must have laid there for half an hour because as Carl eventually
moved, our cum had dried and I felt some pubes being torn out. He looked at
me sheepishly whispering, "sorry I didn't realise".  I don't know what came
over me but I grabbed him back down to me and gave him a big wet kiss. He
seemed to go all floppy and before I knew it I felt his tongue probing
against my teeth and his dick growing against my own which was also rapidly
hardening. We held each other like that until it was either break apart or
suffocate. He began to move down my chest and stomach till he reached the
elastic of my boxers. I watched him slowly work them down till my dick was
visible and he just began to lick it. After a few swipes of his tongue I
watched as he sank his mouth onto it and then began to bob up and down as
if his life depended on it. The sensation was like nothing I could have
imagined. It was like intense heat and this wonderful slippery feeling as
he swirled his tongue around my bell end. I have tasted my own cum and I
have to say it isn't an altogether unpleasant taste and as I quickly came
to the boil I said quite urgently, "I'm there, get off". but he clamped on
tighter and almost seemed to swallow my cock whole, just as it began to
pulse and squirt. After he had finished he looked up, gave his patent wink
and smacked his lips with his tongue going "mmmmmmm, yummy, you taste
wonderful". He then moved up and kissed me. I could taste my cum on his
lips,and rolling him onto his back I slowly kissed my way down to his cock
and returned the favour. He has this really long foreskin and it was just
unbelievable to work my tongue up it and roll it back to get at his bell
end His cock is as long as mine but not quite as thick. I had got his ball
sack in my hand and was gently rolling them around, and yes they were half
as big as mine again. As I bobbed up and down his cock I truly thought I
had gone to heaven. The smell of our previous cum, his precum and that
special smell that is always present around my own balls and dick was
driving me wild. I kept going till he bucked under me and filled my mouth
with his cream. I chugged it down greedily and stayed there till he had
gone soft, all the while revelling in the scents that I was breathing in. I
decided that I could go to sleep with my head there every night and never
tire of it, it was totally intoxicating.

      We slowly recovered and I just didn't want to let go of his cock. I
was gently lapping it with my tongue, savouring all the boy flavours. I
looked up at Carls face and he just had this really serene look that made
my heart want to melt. Smiling down at me he said we had better move before
the day was all but over. I could have stayed there forever. Reluctantly I
let his wonderful cock slip from my mouth and moved up to kiss him. He
grasped hold of me and pulled me into a tight hug whispering, "you have no
idea how long I've dream't of this. I think I'm in love". I admitted that
that had been my own thought just a few minutes ago but I had never dream't
of anything like this until a few days ago. I also went on to say I hope it
never ends. He kissed me again and as he pulled away, said "me too". I
looked at my watch and was surprised to see we had been in here for more
than 2 hours. We stayed messy and got dressed. I have to say we were both
totally buzzing at the feeling of our mixed love juices dried onto our
bodies, and stiffening boxers as they too dried, it was a total turn-on.

      I got the primus going again and boiling up some water to make
tea. Carl meanwhile got out paper plates and napkins and made us both a
plate full of mums sandwiches and fruit cake. We ate it hungrily, and after
disposing of our rubbish we stashed all our stuff away including our bikes
then hiked over the sea defences with our fishing tackle and on to the
waters edge. The tide was coming in and there was a good surf line too. I
began to get excited as I saw all the signs for some good bass fishing. I
set my rod up with my fave lure, set my rod stand up and listened for the
snap and whoosh as I cast far out beyond the surf. I began to slowly reel
in and within seconds I felt the bite. I struck it hard and began the
battle of getting him in. Carl saw what was going on and quickly got ready
with the landing net. I was ectstatic as I felt the pull of the fish, he
was a big one and I thanked my dad silently for the new spool of 20lb line
he had got me.  I reckon it took me nearly ten minutes to play that fish
and Carl whooped as he netted it and walked it ashore. As I scanned it I
estimated he weighed in at around 4 lbs. We at least had our supper.
Yummy. Having got our dinner we changed tackle and put sinkers on, a wire
trace, baited up all 8 hooks and cast out to try and get some dabs (small
plaice). with four hooks each we were hopeful of dabs for tomorrow mornings
breakfast. It wasn't too long before Carls beeper was sounding off and as
he reeled in we saw he had two nice plaice hooked. I was over the moon and
Carl said excitedly, What a result! It was still only 2 o'clock and we had
our dinner hooked and our breakfast too.

      We decided to pack up as we can only eat so much fish even though we
are 15, growing boys and bottomless pits to boot. I took out my knife and
gutted the fish throwing the guts into the sea for the gulls to feed off.
They swooped in greedily as we walked back to our campsite. Carl took the
freezer packs over to the campsite shop and was soon back with a pack of
tin foil in which to wrap the fish. I put it into the cooler and as
planned, we went off to the shower block to clean up taking a change of
clothes with us. We were'nt the only ones in either so we made it a quick
job and hotfooted it back to the tent. putting our dirty stuff into a black
bag we had brought for the purpose we then hopped onto our bikes and cycled
off into Southwold proper. It's a really bustling little coastal town with
cafes and loads of different shops. It's also really quite old and nice too
with I guess the majority of buildings dating from the Victorian period.
Lots of Suffolk towns and villages are really ancient and as we had learned
in classes the whole county has sort of bypassed most modern development
and very often lives in a sort of time warp, with lots of villages not even
having the benefit of street lighting. We had been told that there were
still quite a few remote properties that didn't even have electricity, just
a cold tap in the kitchen with all cooking and water heating done with
solid fuel. Imagine, a few people still light their homes with lanterns and
candle light. Personally I couldn't come to grips with it at all. God! no
telly either!

      We made our way to a cafe and ordered soft drinks and a sandwich. we
gobbled them down and were off once more following the beach road up
towards Sizewell. We could see the large white dome of the reactor in the
distance. As we passed the car park which is enormously long we spotted
some other kids around our age playing a game of soccer. We stopped to
watch leaning our bikes on the perimiter fence. We were soon spotted and
this blond kid of about 14 asked us if we wanted to join in. Locking our
bikes up we were soon in amongst the fray and into what turned out to be a
very competitive game. We all took a rest and the usual introductions were
made with questions of, which school we went to and because it was in Diss
in Norfolk what were we doing here etc etc etc. They were a really friendly
bunch and it was amazing that one of them, the kid who had asked us to join
the game, was in fact the son of the owner of our campsite. He is as I said
blond, with these amazingly bright green eyes. He stands about 5'6" but is
really quite stocky. His name turned out to be James, my brothers name too.
I think he is really good looking and glancing at Carl I was sure he
thought so too. He had on some really cool Nike shorts and he was either
freeballing or his boxers were really loose and thin cos I could see the
outline of his dick so well I could even see the shape of his bell end too.
It had me wondering what his would taste like.

      The group began to break up and James asked if we were going back to
the campsite. I looked across to Carl and he nodded. James asked us if he
could have a lift off us, so agreeing, he hopped onto my seat and we set
off back. My bikes really cool and had been a birthday present, it has
front and back suspension and 22 gears. I've had it well over 40 mph cos I
got a right stuffing off my dad one day when he saw me and paced me. I
didn't race back but just took my time with this angel hanging onto my
waist all the way. Once we were there he asked where we were camped then
scooted off to the shop. He came back about 5 mins later with three dewed
up pepsi's. We took one and each and chugged them down thirstily. He hung
around for the next couple of hours chatting about this and that and we
really had quite a good time. I couldn't help taking frequent looks at his
cock and I'm sure he was all too aware of both Carl and my interest cos he
moved around to make it all the more obvious. I know I definitely had a
chub for a lot of the time, and I know he saw it cos I watched him taking
quick peeks. It was Carl who asked him if he wanted to eat with us and
getting up, got the cooler and showed him our fish. In the cooler was a tub
of salad from my mum inc some potato salad and coleslaw. When she packs
food for me you would def think she was feeding an army. There was really
more than enough to feed three. He readily agreed and scooted off home to
tell his rents. He returned about 15 mins later laden with bread rolls,
butter, an apple pie plus a carton of cream and three spoons and
dishes. Yummy. We were going to eat well today.

      I got the primus stove going and the frying pan set up to do the
fish. Carl was setting up the paper plates with generous portions of salads
on each, while James buttered the rolls. As I put the fish in to fry, Carl
scooted over to the shop, returning with 2 cans each of soft drink.
Personally I preferred tea with my meal and had the kettle going already on
Carls camping gaz burner. As the fish was quickly fried I portioned it off
in the pan and served it up. We all three tucked in hungrily and within 1/2
an hour we had demolished the lot. It was just delic. It must have been cos
there wasn't a crumb left. As we sat back and chatted James asked to look
in the tent. I got up and he followed me in with Carl close behind. He
giggled when he saw the double sleeping bag set up and quite boldly asked
if there would be room for three. I looked over his shoulder at Carl who
was eagerly nodding his head and looking back at me wide eyed. It was seven
o'clock now and still only May. It was definitely drawing into dark so we
went outside and hastily cleared up our rubbish whilst James went off to
ask if he could camp out. He was back once again very quickly with a shit
eating grin plastered on his face. We took it, it was a yes and I clapped
him around his shoulder and pulled him into a hug. His crotch was pulled up
tight against my thigh and I could def feel his heavy cock twitch against
me. It was a very warm night and rather than get in the tent too early we
decided to go for a walk along the beach for another hour or two. James had
brought a gas lantern but it still far too early to be cooped up in the
tent despite the fun and games we envisaged.  James had brought a warm top
back with him and we both thought that as he lived here he probably knew it
would get cool so we both put one on too, and set off to the beach in a
happy carefree mood.