Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2011 19:01:25 +0000 (GMT)
From: Mr. D <dionyssos00@yahoo.no>
Subject: What was I thinking, part seven

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What was I thinking, part seven


Even if Mr. Davidson had picked up some wood on the way, he made it camp
before the boys. He decided to get rid of his messy T-shirt, but had little
time to get rid of it. He went to his tent and placed it under his backpack
then he picked the wood back up and left the camp again. He figured he
could use the warm weather as an excuse if they should ask. It didn't take
long before the boys came back. He wanted them to notice his absence before
he went back. To his delight the first thing they discovered was the fact
that the tent would not fit them all. He was curious to their reaction and
stayed put. He knew they would not be happy about it and was not
disappointed when they all shouted `NO!' all at once. They had no choice
but to figure out who was the one to share his tent. The way the boys were
looking at each other he thought they might start a fight over it. That was
the moment he made his entry.

************

After a quick rinse in the lake the three boys got dressed and headed back
to camp. John kept looking in the direction he thought he had seen the
shape of man. The only other human it was likely to be was Dave's
father. He was not able to verify if he had seen anything. Right now there
was no man keeping an eye on them. He figured he must have imagined
it. Maybe he just wanted there to be an adult watching them?

Dave and Steve had not been looking in that direction, so John decided not
to say anything about it. They were all a bit surprised to find the camp
empty.

"Where is your dad Dave?"

"How should I know? I'm been with you all the time"

"He probably just went to take a leak and will be back soon"

They felt at ease at camp. For now this was home and a safe place to
be. The first thing they did was to check the tent and discovered what
Dave's father had. The tent brought for the three of them would just not
fit them all.

"Hey guys we have a slight problem"

"That we do Dave. There is no way we'll all fit in there to sleep. One of
us will have to share your dad's tent"

They looked at each other and all at once shouted;

"NOT ME!"

At that moment Dave's dad made his appearance.

"I see you have all noticed that the tent will not fit you all huh?"

They turned around and found Dave's dad standing there with a pile of dry
wood in his arms. He had removed his T-shirt and was flashing a moderately
hairy chest at them. He had strong arms and was as trim as one could expect
from an accountant. He had a friendly smile on his face. He had obviously
heard them, but didn't seem to care about the negative attitude.

"I have gathered some wood for a fire. We will need some larger pieces
too. Maybe you can all help me look for some?"

John noticed that Mr. Davidson seemed a little amused at the situation. He
had just denied his willingness to share a tent with him. That was, he
realized, just because it had been the reaction they all were expecting. It
was like a reflex. Had it been his own dad he needed to share with he would
gladly have volunteered. Why not share a tent with Dave's dad? Now it would
just seem strange for him to change his mind. He wanted to sleep next to
Dave's dad, but had no idea how to make that happen. He had a hard time
keeping his eyes of him and felt his dick react to his nakedness.

Dave and Steve seemed to forget about the tent-issue and began looking for
larger pieces of wood. Steve said he had seen some on the path to the lake,
so he and Dave started to move in that direction. John stood his ground and
kept staring at Dave's dad. He wanted to stay behind with him rather than
tag along his two friends.

"I guess they have that part covered. Is there something you need me to
do?"

Mr. Davidson didn't really know of what help John could be. With the images
from the lake on his mind he didn't rally want to send him off either. He
dumped the dry wood next to the fire pit and moved slowly to buy some
time. On impulse he thought he would show john how to split the wood in
smaller pieces. It was not really necessary, but would keep John in camp.

"Why don't you go into my tent and get my knife? You'll find it in the
front pocket of my backpack. I'll show you how to handle it"

John had never had the opportunity to deal with knifes and didn't mind
having Dave's dad teaching him. He nodded in response and headed for his
tent.

The tent was small and John had to enter it on all four. He found the knife
exactly where Mr. Davidson had said it would be. The item that made him
hesitate was the white cloth under the backpack. Out of pure curiosity he
pulled it out. It was wet and had a smell to it. It didn't smell like sweat
though. At that moment he experienced his first real flashback. He knew
this smell. It was not 100% the same, but there was no doubt in his
mind. This was the sent he remembered from his own T-shirt back home. It
was the smell it had after he had used it to wipe his dad's cum off his
face. Mr. Davidson's T-shirt was covered in cum! His next memory was the
man he though he had seen by the lake. Could it have been Dave's dad? Did
he spy on them and get horny?

In the back of his mind he heard Mr. Davidson's voice calling for him. He
must have spent too long having his epiphany. He quickly stuffed the
T-shirt back under the backpack and began backing out of the tent. Once he
was outside he stood up and could not help to notice his dick was hard
again. How would he hide that sitting next to Dave's dad???

"Did you have trouble finding the knife John?"

"No Sir I found it right where you said it would be. I'm just not used to
tents that's all"

Dave's dad gave him a thoughtful look, but didn't comment on it. He waved
John over to sit next to him. During the next twenty minutes Dave's dad
showed John how to handle a knife. I was dangerous work and a lot of things
to keep in mind. All the rules were designed to minimize the risk of
cutting yourself. John got the hang of it rather quickly and he got to
split the dry wood into smaller pieces while Dave's dad sat next to him.

"Promise me you will not use my knife if I'm not around. That thing can
easily cut one of you fingers off"

"I promise Sir"

"And John, please do not call me `Sir' It makes me feel so old. When we are
alone like this, you can call me Mr. Davidson"

"OK, Mr. Davidson I don't want you to feel old"

His comment made Mr. Davidson give him an odd look, but he did not say
anything. John kept shifting position on the log. He tried to find a
comfortable way to sit and hide his hard-on at the same time. The sent of
his cum was still fresh on his mind and he could not make his dick relax.

"Are you uncomfortable John?"

Darn! He had noticed. John looked up from the piece of wood he was
splitting. Mr. Davidson had a cocky smile on his face. If he had been
looking at them by the lake, he was likely to have noticed his hard-on
now. He blushed and found it hard to answer.

"It is a common thing to get hard your age John. It's nothing to be ashamed
of. Perhaps you should stop handling the knife though?"

Mr. Davidson leaned over and grabbed John's hand and the knife. When he
pulled back his hand brushed against John's thigh. It sent sparks flying in
his young mind. Was he getting turned on by Dave's father too? WHAT WAS HE
THINKING!

In his confusion he just blurted out;

"Can I be the one to stay in your tent Mr. Davidson?"

He had turned his gaze to the ground so he could not see the happy smile on
his face. John only heard him say;

"Sure you can. It would take the burden off Steve and Dave"

"No you don't understand. I can't tell them that is what I want. I don't
really know why I'm telling you either. I am different from them as it is
and so I do not want them to know how I feel"

A long silence followed. John could not bring himself to look up. His gaze
was fixed on the fire pit in front of him. Finally Mr. Davidson spoke.

"I think I have a solution, but it involves cheating. Can you pull that
off?"

"What to you mean by cheating?"

"I can make you three draw straws. The one who pulls the shortest one will
have to share my tent. I will let you know which one to choose. Does that
sound OK to you?"

John didn't have a problem with the cheating, but he could not understand
why Mr. Davidson was so understanding. This was his chance to get what he
really wanted and suddenly he was uncertain.

"I guess that would work. How would we pull that off? Do you have a secret
sign?"

"Nothing that complicated is needed. Just look at my eyes and I'll give you
all the direction you need"

John just nodded to that got up and went into the forest. He did not want
to be caught sitting next to Dave's dad with a hard on. He tried to think
of why things were happening like they were, but could not wrap his head
around it. He kept his eyes on the ground and it did not take long to find
some larger pieces of wood for the fire.

When he returned Dave and Steve were back. They had more than enough wood
to last through the night now. The day passed and the three boys went
exploring around the camp. There really was not much to see. The only place
interesting was the lake. In the afternoon they decided to take another
swim. It was rather uneventful, but very refreshing. Dave and Steve noticed
John's hard-on. They also noticed that he seemed a bit out of it. He had
withdrawn after the morning trip to the lake. When they asked if he was OK,
he said it was nothing. He just felt a little tiered. He blamed it on too
much fresh air. The sun had moved in the sky, so they lay down to dry a
little bit further to the east this time. It didn't take long for the lot
of them to fall asleep.

************

Mr. Davidson did not follow the boys to the lake this time. He had had
plenty of action for one day. The memory of John working on his son's rare
end would last him a long time. He tried not to think about John's reaction
earlier. He could not quite figure out what hade made John want to share
his tent. His comment about being different from the others was also a bit
odd. He was physically very different, but had John tried to tell him
something more? Was John perhaps gay? How would he know at such a young
age?

The questions kept coming and Mr. Davidson realized that he would not get
an answer unless he asked. That could have catastrophic consequences. He
could end up hurting and confusing John even more. The best was to lay low
and try to be understanding. He was by no means sad about the thought of
sharing his tent with John.

Time flew by and he began to worry about the kids. They had been gone a
long time now. He decided to go look for them instead of sitting idle at
camp and worrying about it. He went up to the lake and had a look
around. He found the boys sleeping by the bank. They looked so adorable and
innocent. If someone had told him what the three of them had been up to
earlier, he would not have believed them. He felt his cock reacting to the
sight of the three naked boys in front of him.

"Do you plan to sleep out here with no cloths or shelter?"

Steve was the one to come too first. He looked up with sleep still heavy in
his eyes. He found Dave's dad standing a few feet from where they had
fallen asleep. He covered his private parts in a hurry and roused his two
friends.

"Hey you guys! We have to get back to camp. Dave's dad is here!"

He had an urgency in his voice and quickly got the other two up. They
dressed in a hurry while Mr. Davidson stood and waited. By the time they
got back to camp the sun was setting. Mr. Davidson lit the fire and cooked
up a simple dinner. They all sat around the fire and enjoyed the food.

"Did you have a nice day kids?"

"Yes dad we had a wonderful day. I guess John was right before when he said
the fresh air was making him tiered"

"Did he? He is a clever young man. Maybe we should get you sorted before
you fall asleep again?"

That reminded them that one had to share a tent with Dave's dad. They all
looked around, but no one volunteered. John played along with a reluctant
expression on his face. He hoped he was not overdoing it.

"Since you three do not seem able to choose you'll have to draw straws. To
be fair, I'll hold them and you draw one at the time. Whoever pulls the
shortest straw will have to share my tent"

Since the boys did not have any other solution they went
along. Mr. Davidson went to get some straw and arrange them out of
sight. When he came back he held up five straws that all looked the
same. He told his son Dave to draw first and then offered Steve his
turn. He pulled and immediately measured his straw against Dave's.

"YES! I have the longest. I'm off the hook!"

Then Steve looked like someone had slapped him. He turned towards Dave's
dad.

"I', sorry Sir I didn't mean to sound so happy about it..."

"Don't worry about it Steve. You have grown so tall you probably would not
fit anyway. That leaves it up to John. Will you pull a shorter one than my
Dave?"

As he offered the straws to John he made sure to catch his eyes. John
looked for a sign and found that Mr. Davidson was flickering with his eyes
to the right. For a moment he hesitated. Did he mean his right or John's
right? He could not ask so he figured he would just pull the one furthest
to the side his eyes had darted. He too quickly measured it and found that
Dave's straw was longer by ¼ of an inch. Dave did not have the same
outburst as Steve had, but he could not hide the fact that he was pleased
about the result.

"I guess that makes you the lucky kid John?"

"Right you are Mr. Davidson"

"And you two will not give John any grief abut this. It was a fair chance
for any of you"

John had difficulties keeping his joy to him self. He knew Mr. Davidson had
rigged the game and did not care. After all this was what he wanted, but
knew it would be a really bad idea to tell Dave and Steve. He would never
hear the end of it.

"OK kids off to bed you go. Get your back pack John and put in my tent"

They got up and did as they were told. Steve and Dave gave John some
sympathetic looks. John tried to answer that he could not do much about it
now. He could hardly wait to strip down and get comfy in Mr. Davidson's
tight tent.

Mr. Davidson made sure the other two boys had settled down in their tent
first. Then he put the fire out and began to prepare for entering the
tent. John had already entered. He had noticed how the tent had rocked as
John began to take his cloths off. He was too big to do that, so he had to
strip outside. It would be hard to hide his now hard cock, but he was
hoping that John would not mind.



---To be continued---

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