Date: Sun, 12 Jun 2005 23:45:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Malcolm McCallum <meerschaum69@yahoo.com>
Subject: adventures-of-chad-and-malcolm, Chapter II

The Adventures of Chad and Malcolm II (Chapter I was posted on Nifty, Gay
Male, `Young Friends,' Oct. 29, 2004.  Sorry for taking so long to
continue...)

This is for those over 18 (or age of consent in the reader's jurisdiction)
and, enjoy stories of male with male sexuality.  So if you have stumbled
over this... somehow...  And, don't want to read same sex stuff or are not
legal to read this; well, you have been warned.  While based on some of my
experiences names have been changed, characters mixed or hypothecated.
This story has been submitted to the Nifty Erotic Story Archive under their
posting and copyright guidelines. All other rights are reserved.  Please
note: This is a work of fiction.

Chapter II - Fishing - Ready For Camp

Chad had been invited to sleep-over the next weekend and go fishing with my
Dad and I on Saturday, returning him to his folks at church on Sunday; two
nights together!...  He arrived around 6:40 pm Friday, just in time for my
Dad's fried chicken (both of my parents cooked depending on who got home
first. - And, I still can't make chicken as good as my Dad).  After dinner
Dad got out the tide table to figure out when the morning tide would be
coming in so we would know what time to get to the pier.  "Looks like we
want to be out the door by 4:45 am, like real fishermen," Dad said with
glee.  "I'll wake you up at 4. So lights out at 9!"

Chad and I just looked at each other.  I had hoped to go hiking with Chad
in the hills behind our house.  You could get to neat places no one could
see.  Sometimes during the summer a few boys I knew would play squirt guns,
stripping to our shorts and shoes only, it tended to turn into `naked
squirt guns,' so I knew where we could leave our cloths and go into the
woods.  But, no!  When I asked if Chad could sleep-over Dad got this
excited look and proclaimed, "I'll take you guys fishing!"

We headed into my room.  Like a pro spy team I locked first my bedroom door
and then went into the connecting bathroom locking it's door to the hall
and pulled the curtains closed, while Chad turned on my stereo, tuning in
our favorite rock station.  We then broke out in giggles, hugged and yes,
kissed.  Not a nice little peck but, a full out slobber, tongues way down
troughs, haven't seen you all week kiss as only beginners can.  We quickly
stripped the other of his shirt, popped off our shoes and pantsed each
other.  Once naked we fell on my bed rubbing our groins together.  It
seemed real quick, I was just starting to enjoy the feeling, when I felt
shudders run through our bodies and cum was everywhere.  With out missing a
beat, working chin to legs, we licked each other clean.  Then made extra
sure of his dick and balls.  That accomplished we lay back, arm in arm,
fondling.

Chad asked a question, "Malcolm, last week when we were taking you home I
realized you never answered my question. - When you go skinny dipping at
camp what happens if you pop a boner in front of all the other guys?"

"Well, the first year at camp it sort of just happened; you could only tell
if you looked around under water; you know everybody did.  Not too long
after we were all in the pool we started wrestling around like normal
except it was like everybody had agreed it was ok to grab into who ever's
dick.  No one said anything afterward.

Last year though I thought I would die of embarrassment; there was a boy
named Ralph who I had gotten to be friends with and we were in the locker
room together taking our clothes off.  I was going slow hoping the others
would head to the pool before I got naked. - Yes, I was all ready thinking
of wrestling Ralph naked. - We were both down to our underwear, Ralph
looked red and kinda scared, I could see he was up already too; he slipped
his shorts down.  I tried to block the other kids view with my butt and
slipped my shorts off.  But, there was one kid already pointing and
snickering; Marc, pointed at Ralph, busted up in giggles and said in a loud
voice, "he's got a boner!."

The counselor Paul, who was in college and butt naked too, stopped us all
right then and had us get in a circle, telling Ralph and I to stand next to
each other. "Boys," he said; "All of you stand with your hands behind your
backs and your feet a bit apart. You're all curious so have a good look
around at the other guys, particularly Ralph and Malcolm, get it out of
your systems. And, me to." He pointed to his very large but not erect
groin. "Don't you think you're all going to have more hair on you bodies
than you know what to do with?!"

I looked around and saw two of the other boys, one being our `friend Marc,'
were now up too and, all were looking a little uncomfortable. When I looked
at Ralph, I wondered if I was as red as him. Looking down I could see his
dick was looking bigger than it had been. And, was painfully aware that
mine felt like exploding with eight pairs of eyes looking at it.

"You're all old enough to know it's a natural part of being a man to have
your penis become erect," Paul said.  "As you go into puberty you'll find
you have erections all the time. When I was around your age I had erections
the moment anything remotely sexual came across my path or just cause I
woke up in the morning."

"By then two more of the others were popping, Paul was nearly up and I knew
no one would ever talk about it.  And, Casey, one of the other up boys
snickered hard," I related to Chad.

But, Paul just went on,"Like you all do or will!  Ralph and Malcolm are not
only the tallest boys in the cabin they are also farther along becoming
men.  You all voted to do this and part of that is an agreement that you
won't embarrass each other by telling tales.  So what happens on skinny-dip
day stays here.  Unless you want everyone to think you don't have a dick,
keep quiet. - Now go have fun!"

"We ran out to the pool, The other cabin our age was already in the water.
We had been playing them each morning in kind of Water Polo with a Nerf
Ball.  Like the year before there was a lot of grabbing.  When we got out
everybody was so winded there were no boners as we showered.  As a group no
one has ever talked about it as far as I know."

"Wow!" Exclaimed Chad. "You mean that counselor Paul wasn't freaked by a
bunch of boys standing around with hard dicks?!"

"No..."  I replied. " He seemed to think the whole thing was normal.  He
had said he had been coming to camp since he was in 4th grade.  He seemed
to think it was his duty to spend two weeks each summer volunteering and
hoped we all would too when we got to be older.  "There are some things you
can only understand about this place if you started coming here as a boy."
- I think the skinny-dipping must be part of that."

"So, did you do anything like what we've done with anybody at camp," Chad
asked?

"Well, yes..." I paused.  "I know I can trust you Chad but, I promised not
to tell anyone.  Like I've promised you.  And, we made a deal that if
either of us breaks the promise and we do see each other again who ever
broke the promise has to go through naked torture to regain honor; I like
my balls just the way they are thank you.  Look, we planned on trying to go
together again this year and I wondered if I should some how let him know
about you any way.  I've not gotten a letter from him choosing a week.  We
have written a few times though; I think we would get along fine!  Why
don't I write him, kinda tell him about you and get his ok to tell you
about him.  And, we can work out which week to go.  And, don't worry about
the letters, we always put anything private on a separate sheet we burn or
flush right after we have read it, on our honor.  And, one large letter in
case our folks are curious; my mom always wants me to read her the letter.
I'm just sure to open it here in my room with the door locked.  As soon as
I'm done, before I leave the room I flush the private sheet.  I'm sure he
does the same."

Cupping my balls Chad agreed, "I like your balls they way they are too!  So
write him but, just hint about us until you're sure he is ok and
re-pledging his nuts not to tell on us."

"Ok," I said.  I spit on to my hand and slicked up Chad's dick, he started
doing mine.  We were starting to recognize when the other was getting
close.  We stopped heavy strokes and went to one feather light finger run
about the dick head for a while.  We bravely endured this until we were
holding head locks and our wrapped together inner legs as hard as we could
and our bodies were shaking.  By silent agreement we returned to fast
regular stroking and shot 30 seconds later, two fountains of cum spurting
into the air.  That was another first I will remember until I die; bliss is
something you only have if shared with another guy.  We cleaned up...

In a while we got up and got out "Star Trek Trivia."  We actually started a
game.  When 8:30 rolled around I suggested getting ready for bed.  He
placed his sleeping bag out on my bed, there was enough room for two.  When
Dad came to tell us lights out he found us hip deep in trivia and stripped
to our underwear, ready for bed like the good boys we were.  Chad climbed
in his sleeping bag and I under the covers.

As soon as the lights were out I re-locked the door.  Chad got out of the
sleeping bad and under the covers.  I got into bed too.  We stripped out of
our underwear, giggling we held them up, proving we were naked.  We traded
them, setting them on either side of the bed.  We started rubbing out
groins together again but stopped quickly; another new discovery, bed
springs sound real loud when the house was silent.  We moved to stroking
each other not making a sound.  I squirted quickly and Chad followed in
another minute.  The moisture left as our bond.  We kept hold of each
others groin, `nard guard' position.  We snugged together.  For the first
time I slept with someone else.  It seemed like moments later the alarm was
going off.

3:55 am, ug!  I wanted to be up before Dad started knocking at the door.
We stumbled out of bed and into the shower.  We were still so asleep it was
just getting clean, taking turns going under the shower and soaping.  We
were drying off by the time our dicks woke up.  We started a little towel
dance, shaking our dicks into each other.  The giggles returned, we dropped
the towels and started wrestling and tickling.

There was a banging on the door and my Dads voice, "Knock it off you two!
You'll wake up your mother. - Breakfast is on the table."  Busted I
thought.

Over breakfast I didn't get any strange vibes from Dad.  Wrestling and
noise are normal boy things I guessed.  We were ready and out the door only
10 minutes later than Dad had wanted. It was a little over an hours drive
to the pier on the little bay we would fish from.

Nothing remarkable happened getting set up, lines and crab trap in the
water, etc.  For the next few hours we got four perch, one barely legal
rock cod (I got that one), two crabs and Chad got a small sand shark (he
let it go).  The fishing business got slow so Chad and I got back into our
wrestling and tummy tickling routine.

A couple of times may Dad said, "Quit it!  You'll scare the fish."  But, we
would slip into trying to get tickles in the stomach and soon be full at it
again.  That's when it happened and why I'm including this fishing detour.

Chad had chased me down the pier where there were no railings.  We were
vigorously pulling each other in a circle.  Suddenly, Chad ran out of pier
and was going over the side.  I half braced to save him.  He had lost his
grasp on me and that was it.  It flashed in my mind that it would be `poor
Chad, look what you did to him,' I knew the water was cold, 40 degrees
Fahrenheit or less, people died in 15 minutes; so though I could have saved
myself I did a little judo roll forward, following him into the water. - It
was COLD!  My lungs seemed to stop working like I had been hit in the
chest.  Dad was yelling down at us, directing us to a boat launch and
ladder.  Somehow in a moment I was able to gasp for air.  Chad was looking
a little scared and way distressed but was moving to the boat launch.  We
dragged our selves out of the water and up the ladder.  My Dad looked
pissed!

"Why the HELL did you have to chuck Chad into the drink MALCOLM?!"  Erupted
from my Dad.  "At least you had the decency to throw yourself in too.  But,
you have ruined a fine days fishing. - Ahhhh! - Well, start getting the
gear collected.  The sooner we're packed up the sooner you can get warm."

Both Chad and I set to work getting the lines in and poles broken down, our
teeth chattering and shivers like convulsions ripping through our bodies.
Dad got the crab trap in, finding another to add to our catch.  I could
have cared less.  When we got to the car Dad had us put our wet jackets in
the trunk with the gear.  He got a couple trash bags to put on the back
seat to keep it dry.

We got underway and Dad turned the heater was turned on full.  Chad was
looking blue, both of us racked with industrial strength shivers.  Dad
said, "strip off your shirts, shoes and socks.  Hell, take your jeans off
too."

Chad and I did as instructed.  Dad continued, "You are both near
hyperthermia.  Take my jacket." He pushed it from the front passenger's
seat to the rear.  "You'll have to share but, that's good, you'll share
body heat too.  Don't be embarrassed. Get to it! "

By scrunching together and hugging Chad and I fit under Dad's coat.  We
were too miserable to think how strange this was.  Chad was so cold it was
more like hugging an ice block than a warm body.  His muscular contractions
shuddering through were in such harmonics it was amassing, concentrating on
him kept my mind off me.

In about 20 minutes our bodies were still. It was at that point I felt Chad
stick his hand into my shorts and start playing with my shriveled into
nothing dick.  That shocked me back to life.  Part of me was thinking `not
in front of Dad' but, my hand was already finding his.  We twiddled for
about 10 minutes, our fingers being the only part moving.  By that time our
dicks were making sure we would live.  When we could not stand it any more
we started the tickle wrestling routine, the jacket dropped away.

"Christ!" Bellowed out of Dad.  "That's how you guys got in this mess!"
But, he was laughing then.  "You remind me of me and Malcolm's uncle Samuel
around you age.  You're lucky I remember what it's like to be a boy..."

I could see Dad smiling, looking at us in the rear view mirror.  Could he
miss that Chad and I had flag poles in our damp shorts?  He turned the heat
down and I noted Dad was sweating like anything; I knew he was too warm for
our (my) well-being.  When we were about 5 minutes from home Dad told us to
put our cloths on.  "Sorry, I can't parade you half naked in front of your
mother or I'd have you both out of the car and right in a hot bath.
Speaking of which, unless Chad objects you can use the big tub in the
master bedroom.  You should make it a good half hour - forty five minutes
and you can entertain each other.  Or, if you would rather, Chad; Malcolm
will use the tub in his bathroom and you can have the master bath to your
self."  Now, the suggestion of taking a bath together was not with out
precedent, my cousin Troy (my age) and I had been taking baths together
since we were little kids when ever the families visited overnight, usually
around Christmas. (BTW - I never messed around with my cousin, any time I
hinted at doing more than looking at each other he showed no interest.  But
we sure looked and showed off from puberty on.  From the neck down we
always seemed mirror images, including in the genital department.  We kept
our bath ritual through highschool.  As adults he knows I'm gay yet when we
get together we still end up in a steam room or hot tub at his suggestion.
My only complaint is that he has seen my boner several times and I've not
seen his.  Does he have the same slight curve up that I do?  Go figure...)

Chad kinda looked at me, then said, "No problem George (of course he was
calling my folks by their first names), I have no problem doing anything
with Malcolm."  With all of the serenity of a Saint.  It was all I could do
not to snicker.

"Good for you," said my Dad.  "Malcolm always is a little too shy about his
privacy.  He thinks he is the only boy who was ever born.  He'll hit
highschool and find himself razzed to death if he acts like a giggling girl
in the locker room. "

Where the hell did that come from I wondered?  I had only seen my Dad
completely naked once, by accident and, had gotten yelled at for it.  In my
dealings with other boys I knew the code; always ready to show mine if they
showed theirs...  Dad was never around for that, thank god!.  Then I knew
it was a move in a chess game, my father had seen my flag pole, not Chad's
who had sat right behind him.  He was trying to embarrass it out of me by
insisting I get naked in front of Chad.  Paranoid alarm bells went off in
my head.  Dad was wanting to monitor my dick.

When we entered our house Mom got a puzzled look on her face, exclaiming,
"What happened?"

Dad chimed in, "They decided they would rather go swimming than fishing so
they kinda threw each other in.  No harm done. - I'm going to have them
take a long hot bath in the big tub.  Malcolm, get the bath water going.
I'll get the gear in, then make you guys some hot cocoa.  I'll bring it
into the bath and you can sip it while getting the last chills out."

Great, I thought; Dad wants to see if I'm (or we) are playing with our
dicks.  Fuck!  But what I said was, "Sure Dad. Thank you."

My mom looking amused said, "Oh, ok... As soon as you get the tub filling
get to your room and out of those wet things.  On your way back to the
bathroom, place all the wet things, including your tennis shoes on the
dryer, I'll wash them.  Malcolm, let Chad use your bathrobe, you can run
around in your underwear like you usually do. "

" I cruise around our house in my underwear all the time too.  If it's ok
I'll just a get fresh pair out of my duffel bag," said Chad.

"What ever you want.  I just did not want you to be embarrassed walking
through the house," answered my Mom.

I thought, tell that to Dad and the dick inspection he's planning.

"That's ok Megan" (my Mom), Chad said with an impish grin.

In a few minutes all had been accomplished and we were in the master
bathroom slipping off our dry shorts.  What a time to have raging hormones!
We were both fully hard again in 10 seconds. Only Chad had caught the bit
about the cocoa and was looking a little concerned too.  We got into the
tub, me taking the tap end.

The water was about full but with it as background noise I said, "Pretend
we are in a Sci-Fi movie and Dad is coming to see if we have been taken
over by weird boner guys from Mars, kinda like pod-people... - Better yet,
Star Trek, `Day of the Dove.'  Can an entity feed on the emotional state of
others?  Can the entity really change how someone is feeling; could my Dad
be the entity?.."  The last said with a smirk.

Chad busted out laughing.

I turned the water off.  We embarked on a lengthily discussion on the
difference between human and klingon vulnerabilities and responses when
faced with an entity capable of tampering with emotion.  We had both been
accused of swallowing dictionaries in our time and could turn it on thick
when trying to outdo each other and keep a cogent argument.  Not that it
would even be noticed by my Dad who read three books a week but, he would
hear the Star Trek...

When he came in with the cocoa we had relaxed with our legs spread, left
legs on the far side of the other guys, so yes our feet were near the other
guys groin, but not near touching it, no hiding what was there, arms
resting on the side of the tub; locked in conversation.  Dicks absolutely
the right size for hot water, not a flag pole in sight; not that I was
thinking of that...  He set the mugs on the side of the tub and sat down on
the closed commode.  "So you guys feeling ok?" Dad asked.

Chad answered first, "Yeah, I'm fine.  It was just a little cold."

"Yeah Dad.  I'm completely back to normal," was my response.

"Next time I take you two on an outing and I tell you to quit doing
something I want it stopped right then or there will be no more sleep-overs
or outings.  You could have just as easily landed on the boat launch or
submerged debris. - Got it?

"Yes Dad," came from me.

"Sorry George, it won't happen again," from Chad.

Dad stood up and looked down at me for a moment.  Then said, "You're
further into puberty than I ever thought.  Time flies... Some day you guys
are going to make your wives real happy. Remember that."  With that he
left.

We rolled back into the Star Trek discussion.  It was like the talks we had
before finding our mutual interest.  Mom came knocking on the door telling
us we had been in the tub for an hour and a half and it was time to get for
out for lunch or turn back into blocks of ice.  The rest of the afternoon
we played Star Trek Trivia, taking only time out to help clean and scale
the fish.

Dinner was great! Both of my folks were in good moods and Dad was proud of
what he had cooked up.  He had taken the crab butter (body cavity fat of
the crab), mixed it with mayonnaise to use as a dip for artichokes, lots of
crisp french fries and, of course pan fried fish and boiled crab.

That night Chad and I again locked the room doors and got into bed
together.  We talked quietly for a while.  "I'll get that letter off to my
friend from camp friend tomorrow," I started.

"After today's encounter be extra carful.  I'm sorry I started things in
the car," said Chad.

 "Thank you," I replied.  "For catching on and putting up with Dad's
checking up on us.  I know I would have been a bit embarrassed if it was
your Dad checking me out."

"Malcolm, we said we would be brothers a long time ago."  Chad continued,
"I know you fell in the water on purpose.  I had let you go so I would be
the only one wet.  But, it was better in the end to have gone through that
together.  We suffered the cold and dick inspection together as well go
through anything, no mater what. Knowing my Dad he will do something
brilliantly embarrassing to us sometime too.  You owe me one and I know you
will back me up like a man."

My last thought before we got to the serious matter of pleasuring our dicks
was, "Will live or die as one."

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Next chapter will be summer camp.  Sorry for saying that last time.  Just,
the more I thought about that fishing trip the more I thought I should put
it in.  It tells you a lot about us.  Thank you for spending time with me.
I would love to hear from you!  My email is: meerschaum69@yahoo.com