Date: 14 Jan 1999 11:35:45 -0800
From: poondu@members.gayweb.com
Subject: Thirteenth Summer

Along this Way, with my Self so entwined with my fantasy, its hard to
know which events are truth and which fiction; they are all truths in
my heart and it has been said before in my writing: If it didn't
really happen this way then it should have.


Thirteenth Summer
by Thole <poondu@members.gayweb.com>


Thirteen and still wetting my bed; that's how I started that summer.
And to make matters worse I was having trouble reading. I'd been
going to special reading classes most of the school year and now that
summer was almost here my parents had decided that I should not go to
Scout camp but spend the summer at home in some sort of structured
reading programme. They would hire a tutor. During February holiday
my mother, through some friend, came across this older kid who was
already tutoring a few people in reading and would add me to his
list. We started out meeting once a week in the evening for a couple
of hours. His name was Michael, a senior in high school, with a goal
to be a teacher. His idea was to get me involved with reading as an
everyday thing. No TV, cold turkey. Period. Do other things like
stamp collecting, model building; but in a serious manner that would
require reading books and instructions. My hobbies already included
ham radio and cycling and hiking, though not in any serious way, and
I dabbled in a few other areas as well. Mike was into cycling so that
would be our common ground. My first reading lessons with him
consisted of the maps and guidebooks necessary to plan a weekend
trip. In addition to that he had me reading books of all sorts but
all had something to do with other areas of interest to me. It was
much more exciting than the dull books at school. We planned a trip
for the three day weekend at the end of May.

My life took on a new direction; school, homework, extra reading,
getting in shape for a hundred miles of riding, reading aloud after
supper; I was very busy and found myself working harder for this boy,
only a few years older than myself, than I had for any of my other
teachers. Towards the end of one of our day trips late in April when
I remarked that I didn't think my buns would ever get use to that
hard leather saddle, Mikey suggested that I might like a bum rub when
we got home. After we'd had a stand up supper we went up to my room.

--Drop your shorts and lie down on the rug, Mike said.

I did, and he got some balm from his kit and started in. At first I
hurt so that nothing else mattered but as he worked I began to feel
better.

--There, how's that, he said after a few minutes.

--Great! I replied, hoping he wouldn't notice my hard on as I
dressed.

Just then my mother called up the hall to say that it had started
raining and if Mike wanted he could sleep-over. A quick phone call to
his home and we put the bikes inside for the night.

--Ok you two, take a shower and then we will make some popcorn and
watch a movie; I think a reward is in order for the improvement I've
noticed in Geof's reading.

That was my Dad speaking and he's always right. I turned to Mike:

--Let's use the pool shower, outside, there's room for the both of
us.

We showered quickly and changed into clean shorts and came back just
as the popcorn was starting.

I don't remember much of that movie; it was good, wholesome PG stuff,
kids and bicycles, dogs and streets. After the popcorn was gone Mikey
put his arm around me and I fell asleep. When I woke up it was to
hear my Dad telling Mike to drag me off to the bathroom where he
might find a new toothbrush and a towel waiting. By the time we got
to my room I was wide awake and my friend was ready to sleep. He
quickly stripped and jumped into my bed.

--Where are you gonna sleep, he asked with a wink.

I ignored that one and asked if he wanted some PJs, mine wouldn't fit
him but my Dad's might.

--No, he replied, fingering his gold neck chain, this is all I ever
wear to bed.

I finished putting on my PJs and slipped in beside him and started
reading aloud from the Hobbit. My Dad had found a nice hard cover
edition and it had become one of my favourite books. Mike rolled over
and started lightly rubbing my buns as he corrected my reading which
got worse as my cock got hard and pinched in my PJs. When I was about
half way through my required ten pages I realised Mike was asleep and
I had to pee. When I came back and turned off the lights I took off
my PJs and put them away and slid nude between the sheets; I didn't
even have on a gold chain.

Early in the morning I woke up laughing as Mike was tickling my belly
and thighs and my hardon was the hardest I had ever felt it. We laid
there a while comparing sizes and talking about our bike-trip plans.

--Someday, he said, touching the top of my hard on and pulling back
the foreskin, I'll show what to do with this besides pee.

--You mean like this, and I made like to jerk off.

--Oh, more than that, he said, much more.

Mum called up that breakfast was ready and my little brother came
bounding in to wake us. Mike was up and dressed in a flash, shirt and
shorts, ready to go; I was still poking about looking for socks and
underwear in the pile of clean cloths I hadn't sorted for a week.

--Don't you wear any underwear either. I asked.

--No, he said, I haven't since I was twelve. Sometimes I wear a cup
but I gave up underwear and stopped wetting the bed at the same time.

--Well, if you can do it so can I, I said as I jumped into my dirty
shorts sans underwear; and there was more to that challenge than
meets the eye I thought to my self.

It had been an exciting weekend away from school for me, a time of
many firsts, but now it was back to the weekly routine of school and
reading and chores and Scouts. I was afraid to go to school without
my undershorts but delighted in getting rid of them as soon as I got
home each day. When Mike came for his next tutoring session with me a
week later I nearly made a fool of myself sitting around with my legs
apart hoping he would notice. He noticed Ok but his put-down was
severe:

--You got to be careful kid if your gonna let your balls hang out
like that, someone might think you're advertising, eh.

I found some pleasure in tickling my naked self whilst thinking of
him doing it to me and thought of how he might if he would stay over
again. But that was not to be; we had a few more day rides together
but each time I came home alone.

Our plans for the three day bike trip were coming along and my
reading was getting better at the same time. I hardly noticed that I
hadn't wet the bed in weeks until my Mum commented about it after
doing the laundry one day. I didn't know if it was my progress at
reading, the not wearing undershorts, or the exercise or what but I
was pretty happy about it until I wet that night something wicked. It
was a really wild dream, a nightmare sort of, I wrote it in my
journal and tried to tell Mike about it later that week.

I was wrestling with a big snake that kept getting in under my
clothes. I would rip the clothes off to get at the snake and soon I
was naked on a warm beach still wrestling with this snake which had
opened its mouth to bite me. Its fangs sank into my balls and I felt
the venom flowing into me. I tried to scream but my body would not
respond, it was stiff and paralysed and convulsing and venom was
running out of tooth holes in my balls and it was sticky and warm and
the snake went away and I needed to wash off the venom and there was
this hose right there so I sprayed water on my self and like a part
of me knew it was a dream and was trying to wake me up and another
part knew it was real and was scared and I peed and peed to wash it
all away.

Mikey was really neat the way he messed up my hair and told me how he
use to dream about a fire, like his house was on fire or it was a
forest fire and the only water he had was to pee on the fire. We
didn't get much reading done that time but I felt better after we
talked. Our three day weekend was going to be a four day weekend cos
of something the teachers had to do so we planned to use the extra
day at the hostel to just lie around and read.

The weeks went by and our trip got underway. We had planned to ride
in a circle. Part way out to a campground Friday after school;
Saturday we would do about fifty miles to an YHA hostel where we
would stay two nights, then all the way back on Monday. Probably we
would do a hike or some canoeing on Sunday at the hostel. We rode
four hours on Friday afternoon, till almost dark, and got to Mikey's
uncle's place just in time.

Actually, his uncle had come to meet us at the campground. He lived
in a big old bread truck that had been converted into a neat motor
home. This guy was into Ham radio too so I felt right at home and it
really put the screws to Mike as his uncle had been after him for a
while to get his license. He greeted Mike with a hug and me with a
handshake and made some comment to Mike about bringing along his own
catamite. I didn't know what that meant but no matter, there was
another boy there about my age cooking ka-bobs so I went to help
while Mikey and his uncle talked about family things and set the
table.

Its kinda interesting how you get all nervous and worried about some
things that in the end work out ok. Supper went along fine and there
wasn't much cleaning up to do. Mike told how he was tutoring me in
reading and both myself and the other boy, Peter, told some about
ourselves. He was working on his Ham license and went hiking and
skiing with the uncle but otherwise was not really related. After
supper he showed me around the truck and then we all played a game of
Scrabble. It was when Peter showed me the sleeping area that I began
to get worried. Since I'd gotten off sleeping in PJs and not wearing
any undershorts I hadn't even thought to bring any! I guessed I could
sleep in my cycling shorts but that wouldn't be too cool. This place
where they slept was like the loft at our camp. Only where we had one
big room with some bunks in it this truck just had one big bed. There
was some sleeping bags and blankets and pillows and we had brought
sleeping bags but I still felt somehow uncomfortable.

Towards the end of the Scrabble game the uncle made some herb tea for
us and we talked of getting up for an early start. Peter, who was
losing anyhow, finally set me at ease by announcing that he was
tired and going to bed. Then he proceeded to drop his shorts and
shirt right there, kiss his "uncle" goodnight and burrow'd his bare
ass in under the blankets. I watched all this with a smile of relief
and realized that Mikey was concerned for me when he patted me on the
knee and said that we should get to bed too. I was surprised at how
tired I felt and wasted no time washing up. Peter was already asleep
when I wriggled in beside him and I was only dimly aware of Mike and
his uncle coming to bed a few minutes later. Mike pulled me towards
himself and I felt his hardness between my thighs; he kissed me, I
heard him say goodnight, sleep well my special friend, and I was
gone.

When I woke a shaft of sun from a skylight was spotlighting my shaft
as Peter and Mikey were both tickling me awake. I felt as if I would
explode if I didn't pee soon and bounded off to the head for some
relief. When I returned my two friends were sitting on the edge of
the loft putting on their matching tee shirts, already wearing
matching conspiratorial grins. Their shirts said Black Flies Don't
Bite, They SUCK! and I said we're my shorts? Peter looked down and
said:

--You're the new boy on the block, you're our slave, no clothes
for a slave!

I jumped up to try and bang their heads together but they were ready
for me and I landed on the loft between them and they sat on me and
tickled me till I was nearly crying. The uncle came back and started
breakfast and I was bid to help. At first I wouldn't get out of the
loft; short of skinny dipping once at Scout camp I'd never performed
naked before other people, school showers not counting. The two boys
just threw me off the bed and the uncle caught me up in an embrace
with one hand under my crotch. He carried me to the galley and set me
down in front of the stove.

--Ok, slave, make pancakes, he laughed, and make'em well.

At the end of breakfast after I had cleaned up the place and Mike had
gotten all our stuff together he called me over to where they were
sitting on the floor. Mike was in the middle and motioned that I
should stand close, within his crossed legs. Again, I was sort of
embarrassed but still, curious. I had been through initiations before
and that's what this was for sure. My cock, as if on cue, came
quickly to attention, brushing past Mike's lips as it stood nearly
straight up. He blew on it softly and said, see, it likes me. The
uncle spoke:

--A fine set of toys you have there, boy, and to Mike he went on,
this catamite would be an all day sucker, I'll wager!

There was that word again and they winked at each other. Then Mike
brought up, from between my feet, a leather pouch with laces attached
that went around my waist. Then they gave back my clothes and
welcomed me to The Red Turtle. That was the name of the truck. It was
painted on the front.

By the time we got to riding it was no longer an early start but I
was having fun so it didn't matter. A nice hot and sunny day, nothing
on but shorts and plimsols, I'd pay for it later to be sure but for
now it was a great trip. We rode along in silence for a few hours;
Mike ahead of me, no strain, no pain, the late breakfast keeping me
from thinking too much about food. Somewhere mid-afternoon we stopped
at an old mill site and went skinny dipping for a while then back to
the pedals with me in the lead. Later, around six we stopped for
supper at a diner and about eight arrived at the hostel, tired but
feeling great. What a wonderful day! The hostel was crowded this
Saturday night with several other groups of cyclists and I had a good
time listening to the different stories and even got a few laughs
when I told about Mike and me skinny dipping under the bridge at the
mill. Sunday morning after breakfast all the others were headed off
but Mike and I were going to stay a second night. The place went from
full house to just the two of us, and the house parents who invited
us to eat supper with them.

First thing was to check out the bikes, then we got a canoe and went
out on the lake for the rest of the morning. Mikey wanted to get in
some sunbathing, said he didn't like to look like he had on shorts
when he really didn't, if you get my meaning there, so after lunch we
found some books and a quiet place to strip down and lie around and
read the afternoon away. After a pleasant supper we went for a short
walk and then to bed early for a change though not to sleep right
away. Mike produced some suntan lotion and soon we were both well
oiled. When Mike kissed me goodnight I asked him when he would show
me more like he said he would:

--When I know more about who you are or later which ever comes first.

The ride home was great! We stopped at a few places to see this and
that, went skinny dipping in a rocky, foamy river and visited a small
museum where Mike made me read all the placards aloud. It was kinda
spooky; I felt like I was doing something wrong. We got back to my
house in time for supper and then Mike went home.

The last few weeks of school started tomorrow and then I had a
surprise for him. He had a surprise for me too, and he beat me to the
punch. In my kit, when I unpacked that night, I found a small
paperback storey about a boys school and a teacher who sucked kids.
I'm glad I didn't wait to unpack and take a chance on my Mum finding
that in the dirty clothes. Phew! It was interesting bedtime reading
and a lot of things began to fall into place for me but I still
wondered if kids really did things like that.

Our family vacation plans were taking shape. We would spend two weeks
at the lake camp; well it was really a pretty nice log house, I
wouldn't even call it a cabin. A couple of bedrooms downstairs and a
big open loft; sometimes we had all kinds of guests. This time one of
the guests would be Mikey for the whole two weeks. My reading was
coming along well and I was now able to keep up with my class. My bed
wetting had stopped too, well mostly; I still wet a little once in a
while but I was getting better about waking up just in the nick of
time. The last really bad one was that nightmare I told you about.
Sometimes now I wouldn't be wet really but this sticky white stuff
would be on my belly. When I talked to Mike about it he said it was
cum and made sure I knew to spell it right. It was nice being able to
talk to Mike, sort of like him being able to talk to his uncle, about
things I could never talk with my Dad about. When he graduated I told
him that our present, since he was such a good tutor, was an all
expense paid vacation for one, bargain rates, eh, at an exclusive
lake and mountain resort. And since we didn't want him to be without
any friends we were all going along too.

After we all got through laughing about that he suggested that we
might ride our bikes up to the camp, it would take three or four
days. We, he and I, could start a couple of days ahead of my folks,
rendezvous along the way and be at the camp a day or so later. What a
plan! Then we would have the rest of the fortnight to play around
before school started and he went away to college. It was interesting
to me to think about how our relationship had changed from teacher-
student to best friends; special friends even.

School was out and Dad and I made a few weekend trips to the camp to
open it up and get some wood cut. One weekend we took my cousin Eric,
a redhead like me, we were almost twins. That night when I stripped
for bed he looked at me like I must have looked at Mikey that first
time.

--You sleep in your skin?

--Ya, that Ok with you?

--Oh! sure; its just that I thought I was the only one who did that;
I only bring these PJs cause my mother tells me to.

We stood there in the loft looking, touching, tickling; I thought of
what I'd read in that book but I wasn't ready, maybe after Mikey
showed me how; I knew he would before the summer was over.

July went zipping by. I was spending a lot of time reading, my mother
even mentioned that I should go out once in a while before I turned
into a bookworm. But I could read now, and there was so much to read.
I had made a platform up in a tree and cleared away some of the
branches to make a neat sunbathing place where I could spend a few
midday hours each day. I wondered how many other kids would have a
tan pecker when we all got back to school.

Mike and I did a Century Ride late in July, one of those fund raiser
things, I had 385 pounds in pledges to collect before we could leave
on holiday. It took me almost another century to collect it. Our plan
was to leave on the third of August, four days ahead of my folks,
meet them along the way for lunch and get to camp the morning after.

The day before we were to leave just about everything that could go
wrong, did. I say just about cos the first thing that day was really
great but then it only made everything all the worse.

It had been a warm night, hot even, if it weren't for the bugs I
might have slept out on my flet (that's a word I learned from the
Hobbit stories) and I had been busy all day getting ready. Anyhow, I
woke up from pleasant dreams of me and Mikey giving each other bum
rubs after a long bike trip, laying on my back, nothing on and
nothing over me, wet cum on my belly and a hardon still hard. My
folks always knock on my door, always have that I can remember, but
my little brother always sneaks in; I think he likes to spook me, he
is pretty good at it. Well, here I am lying there in my favourite way
carefully examining my very first real red curly pubic hair; stretch
it out, let it go, its nearly an inch long, must have sprung up
overnight, what a neat surprise for Mikey, and my brother says:

--What are you doing?

I nearly fell off the bed!

--How'd you get in here!?

--Through the door; what are you doing?

--I'm playing with myself; I'm looking at my first man-hair.

He looked and said, Your first huh, I got some of those!

--No way, you're too little, lemme see!

He dropped his PJs and I rolled over to look. The little creep did
have a few hairs that looked to be more than just fuzz! He took after
the blond side of the family so they didn't show too much but I
wasn't about to let him get away with this.

--I don't see nothing I said.

--You're blind that's all, he said, come on breakfast is ready.

--I'd rather eat you, I said, snapping my teeth at his little pecker.

--I'll give it to you for your birthday, he said, with milk and sugar
on it.

I went out to my bike and got it all packed up for the trip. Most of
the stuff would go up by car; Mike was bringing his kit over today,
but we were still carrying a tent and all that rot. Even after all
the practice I guess I still wasn't ready, or maybe something in my
carrier broke, or maybe I was still thinking about Peter's peter, but
I crashed pretty bad. No serious injury other than a little road rash
but my carrier was busted and my front wheel warped. I got back Ok
and was busy sorting through the mess when Mike arrived with more bad
news. He needed to go off to school sooner than he'd planned and so
would have to come back early, or not go at all, and it was doubtful
his folks would be able to come and get him. We went out back and
climbed up onto the flet and talked about the different options and
came down and played in the pool and then split wood till my Dad came
home.

--Well kid, he started out, and I knew this meant more bad news, I've
got some bad news and some good news, what'l'ya have first, eh?

--Give us the bad news first, Dad, then there'll be no place to go
but up.

--I've got some business to take care of that I'd hoped to put off
till after school started so I'll want to be back here...

--Wow! that's great Dad, not that you won't be able to stay but
that...

...and the whole thing got put together; Mike could still come up, we
wouldn't take the bikes, Dad would bring him back just in time to go
to school.

--That's great Dad, how much worse is your good news?

--I'll be back after three or four days with your cousin Eric and the
rest of his family.

He said it that way cause he knew how me an' Eric always fought but
little did he know how things had changed.

Mike bicycled over the morning we were to leave for camp and told me
he was giving me his bike; mine was too small for me and his was
getting too small for him and besides, he said, you've just about
bought it with all the tutoring fees:

--Fix up yours and you can give it to your brother.

The ride to our vacation paradise was long; we generally left home
mid morning, stopped along the way for a late lunch and arrived at
camp after dark. Most everything in the way of food and bedding was
already in, we would do some shopping in town for milk and vegies.
Peter shared the middle seat with some packs and boxes, Mike and me
were in the back of the wagon mixed in with a pile of mostly his
stuff. We wiled away some of the time reading to each other and he
showed me how to braid a Turk's head knot to make a bracelet. By the
time we got to camp it was dark and we were all pretty antsy. Dad
waited til we were all carrying something into the house before he
hollered:

--Last one in does the dishes!

I was ready; he'd done this before and I just thought he might again
with a guest here. My plimsols were already untied and my shirt off
before I left the car. Mike got caught short. I hit the lake first,
Dad second, Peter beat Mike by a close margin. Mom stayed on the deck
laughing at Mike's protestations and then went inside to prepare a
snack. We played in the water for long enough to unwind and then beat
a hasty retreat to the house to find some towels and clothes. It was
amusing to watch Mike, naked, walking past my Mom who was trying not
to notice; he was only a little embarrassed.

The next few days were spent on the wood pile with time off for good
behaviour. Dad has the wood delivered stove length and then we split
and stack three or four cord. The time off was used for swimming and
canoeing and going to bed early.

On Wednesday we all had a real vacation day. Mom had brought her
portable computer and was ready to spend a day on her writing, Dad
would take Peter fishing, Mike and I were going to hike up the little
mountain out back to the blueberry ledges. We each brought along some
bug dope and a couple of granola bars in a bandanna tied to our
wrist, there would be plenty of water along the trail and the weather
was warm and dry. Not hardly out of sight of the cabin we left our
shirts and shorts hidden in a tree and continued on naked but for
plimsols and headbands. Mike was pretty smart in lots of things but
he didn't know much about flowers and trees. Along the way I taught
him the names of most of the plants I knew. We stopped at the clay
bank along the stream coming down from the ledges above and painted
each other with designs in red and black and white til our whole
bodies were covered with clay. Around noon we were in the middle of
the most fabulous blueberry patch you could ever think of; big
berries, sweet and juicy, mmm!

Pretty soon we had eaten our fill and were washing off the clay with
berry juice. Mike took a handful of berries and squeezed the juice
onto my hardon. He washed it and stroked it and then, calling it a
blueberry banana split, took me into his mouth. It was the first time
I'd ever been sucked; WOW, what a time. I laid there, mashing berries
into his hair, waves of orgasm washing over me, cumming berry juice
into his mouth. He looked up and spit a mouthful onto my belly.

--Was that good? he asked, rubbing the sticky purple mess into the
white clay.

--You bet, can you do it again?

--Later, he said as he stood up, its my turn.

I knelt before him and washed his cock with berry juice as he had
done to me.

--Just because I'm known as a big-mouth don't mean I can swallow all
this, I said.

--Not to worry, my little cock sucker, just take it in little bites.

He held my hair and pulled himself in and even as I sucked his man
sized cock and swallowed his cum I wondered what Eric would be like.

Or even Peter!

We went to the top of the hill and stood in the afternoon sun, two
boys; teacher, student; big brother, little brother; special
friends... we held hands for a moment and then turned back towards
the bottom to find our shorts and some supper.

After supper we talked of plans for the next few days; Mike's time
was almost up, Mom and Dad would take Peter to town to wash clothes
and shop and take in a movie and in a couple more days I would
exchange Mike for Eric. Dad suggested that while they were shopping
we might work on the woodpile. Fine by me, I thought, it would give
us another day to play, naked, in the sun. And play we did. In
between rolling in the wood ships and swimming in the lake we split
most of the remaining wood. It was late in the afternoon when Mike
and I showered and went in to find a late lunch.

--I'd rather eat you than a hot-dog any day, he said as we got some
stuff out of the fridge.

--Well, I replied, I'm gonna need more meat than what you have to
offer if I'm ever gonna catch up to you.

After eating we gave each other rubdowns on the couch in front of the
fire and talked of what we would be doing at school and if he would
be home for Christmas to go skiing.

I must have fallen asleep someplace 'cause I woke up in my bed. Mike
was with me, I could feel him behind me, his cock pressed into me, in
and out, I turned and he kissed me and held me tight to himself. I
could feel him stiffen as he came and then we lay there for a while.
Finally, he pulled out and turned me over; my hardon was aching for
its turn but it was not to be in his ass, instead he told me that I
was his catamite and I would have to wait until I found a boy to be
one for myself, then he sucked me off, which was almost as good, and
we slept. My folks came home later and Peter woke me with news of
what I missed in town.

--That's ok Petey-sweety, I said, you missed a good time here too.

Mike left with Dad after breaky and Pete and I headed up to the
blueberry patch to fill some buckets. It was he who suggested we
strip and hike nude.

--You been spying on us, I said with not too much surprise.

--Yup.

When we came back Mom said we were wearing as much as we were
carrying and sent us back to find our shorts and to wash. That had to
be, after what Mike and I did together, about the best thing that
happened all summer. Pete and I really found each other that day.
Although we hadn't got physically inside each other, yet, we had
mentally. We had such a good time we had forgotten about our clothes
until Mom reminded us. We looked at each other, standing there nude
in front of her, covered with berry juice and clay and laughed and
hugged. I had a brother I was only beginning to know.

The next day was cold and rainy. We spent it inside by the fire
playing games, moping about, getting in each other's hair. Dad would
be back late tomorrow and we were all excited about the arrival of
relatives. Mom finally sent us out to the woodpile to work off some
steam as she put it. That night, up in the warm loft, Peter came and
sat by the side of my bed. Actually, he bounded up the ladder,
dropped his shorts at his bed and trampolined across several others
to land in a heap with me head to cock like he had carefully aimed
for it. I had been lying there fingering my stiffening lollipop
remembering my special friend Michael and dreaming of cousin Eric.
Mom hollered up over the side-band noise of her conversation with Dad
for us to stop wrestling and go to bed. Peter and I, lying close,
giggled quietly. He put a hand on my thigh and stroked upwards...

--What are you gonna say, he asked, when the other kids say something
about how your tanned all over?

--That I spent the summer at a nudist camp-or that I was kidnapped by
a tribe of Aborigines in Australia-or that I lost all my clothes
playing strip poker and had to slave away all summer at the wood pile
to earn them back. I don't know, what are you gonna tell 'em?

--I was gonna say I spent the whole summer in the Grand Canyon with a
certain famous mountain climber, getting our supplies by helicopter
and exploring old Indian ruins but I almost like your last idea best.

--About playing strip poker? We should practice some so we can beat
Sam 'n Eric but it looks like we both already lost everything, eh?

His voice fell to a quiet whisper, I know how much you miss Mike, you
two looked like you were having a lot of fun that day on the beach
and I know I can't take his place, I ain't that big yet but I don't
want to be left out and besides, I know all about blow jobs. Watch
me! He rolled over on his back and folded his legs up over his head
and sucked himself.

--Wow! how did you figure that out?

--In gymnastics. Then, one time at home when I was practicing, there
I was practically kissing myself; so I did. And then, well, I just
did it and it was neat! sucking my own dink. What's it like with
someone else?

We rolled into each other so he could find out. A brother is a nice
thing to have around.

Sam 'n Eric arrived the next afternoon along with Dad and his
brother, Uncle Jack and his wife Jean. I don't know how it is that
two brothers can grow so different but while we can skinny dip with
our Dad, Uncle Jack won't and he won't let Sam 'n Eric. Maybe that's
how Eric got into sleeping in his skin, cause his Dad won't let him.
Peter and I talked about this and other things that morning to be
sure we both knew enough to lay low and be careful about getting,
them, specially Sam, involved in anything.

It was two days before we could get away to the other beach. Just as
well, since the weather didn't really warm up enough till then. We
spent the morning playing in the water and painting each other's
bodies with the clay nearby. Eric and I talked of doing an overnight
camp and since the week wasn't going to go on for ever we decided to
do it soon. There was a great deal of debate between our dads but
Jean eventually put her stamp of approval on the idea and closed the
issue. We scurried about getting some food and blankets; just enough
to make roughing it comfortable.

We packed everything over to the other beach by canoe and spent some
time getting painted up again. I told Eric his buns would never get
tanned with the clay on them but he said he'd rather have white buns
than bit buns and then I said I'd bite them either way. ...and I'll
bet you're a dirty cock sucker too, he said.

--No, only a little cock sucker, I pointed out, indicating his; I'll
find a way to clean it up for supper even if I have to piss on it.

Peter and Sam were rolling in the mud laughing at us and I felt that
everything would be Ok. By the time we got to the top of the
blueberry hill most of our war paint had been sweated off and after a
supper of hot-dogs and marshmallows we washed in the small stream
that went down to the lake. The bugs weren't too bad up there so we
were able to stay out and explore and watch the sunset before getting
together in a pile in the small tent. Inside, we began, slowly, to
explore each other; Sam 'n Eric were circumcised, Pete and me were
not, that's sort of where we started. Pete showed us how he could
suck himself and pretty soon we were taking turns in every
combination. Eric and I came together 69ing while Peter and Sam fell
asleep trying.

When I woke in the early twilight Eric and I were still in position
but Peter had somehow managed to wriggle between us and Sam was
sleeping across us, his head on my belly, one hand holding my piss-
hard-on. I remembered then how Sam use to wet the bed and thought of
what would happen if he did now and if the old hand-in-the-warm-water
trick I had heard about at Scout camp really did work. No time like
right now to find out I thought and laid back and relaxed my bladder.
My pee ran out through Sam's fingers across my belly to where I could
feel his face and down onto Peter pressed in beside me. Sam and Peter
both started peeing at the same time; Sam's running out onto Peter in
a great gush and Pete's arcing up like a fountain which when I
directed it over to Eric's crotch got him started. The whole show
lasted only a few seconds but it seemed to go on for a while before
Peter, who was getting it from Sam right in the face, sat up. His OH
SHIT! woke Sam 'n Eric and we were all laughing and swearing so that
we couldn't stop peeing. What a mess, but fun too. We gave each other
a round of hand jobs and rubbed the cum in with the pee and then went
to the stream to wash it all off and talk of next summer.

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