Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2005 14:24:50 -0800 (PST)
From: bernie <berniebop69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Weekend at the Pond

After school let out my parents finally allowed me and
my friends to head to the pond with out having to ask
permission first. They thought that the weather would
be pretty constant and almost always above 70 degrees,
if not 80 or so.

The first day of summer break was always a big day at
the pond.  There were about 20 homes around our pond.
About 15 kids in all lived in the association.  That's
what they called our neighborhood.  An association.
Anyway, when I got to the pond Eric and Jon were
already diving off the raft. There were a couple other
guys there as well, probably summer visitors to the
asociation.  About 10 homes not directly on the pond
were along roads near the pond. The new guys were
probably from one of those camps. Renters probably.
Every year we had new folks in the area, renting
summer camps.

I pulled off my sweats, of course wearing speedos
underneath, and swam out to the raft. The new guys
introduced themselves as Jim and Jack. They were
brothers from New Jersey. They had matching bathing
suits, not speedos, but equally tight, more like
spandex shorts instead of bikini styles. Either way,
they did the same for them. Their fabric was stretched
to near breaking around their bulges. The two looked
the same age, but some enough I found that they were
not twins, just close in age.  They could have passed
for twins, right down to the side of their shorts that
they tucked themselves.

Eric and Jon had their swim team speedos on, like me.
Red with a zig zag yellow lightning bolt on the left
side. Eric's bulge wrapped around to meet the zag. Jon
was not so blessed and barely showed a bulge at all.

If you haven't noticed I am very interested in guy's
bulges, or at least what makes them bulge. I'm not so
sure anyone realizes this fact, actually I live in
fear someone might.

After 20 minutes of diving and wrestling on the raft,
we head out to swim to the small island about 300
meters from the raft. We half raced, half tried to
drown each other along the way. Jim and Jack proved to
be pretty good swimmers, even though they were not any
swim team. Jon was far the best swimmer, blessed in
other areas I suppose. Eric and I did our best to stay
afloat with the periodic grabbing and pulling along
the way. I never really tried racing with someone
draggin my ankle down with each kick before. I thought
I was about to drown by the time I got to the island.

The island didn't have any kind of beach at all.
Mostly rock and bushes.  I pulled myself up on one of
the larger rocks and and rolled on my back.  The sun
was hot.  I could feel the water dry almost instantly
as I lay there. My red shorts soaked up the rays and
my groin warmed quickly. I felt tired and exhausted
from the short swim out. Eric pulled up beside me and
layed next to me with his shoulder touching mine. Jon
took Jim and Jack around the small island on sort of a
tour. I closed my eyes and could feel the sun, I could
see red through my eyelids. I was so tired.

I woke up to the feeling of someone grabbing my
ankles. I thought I was dreaming of the swim out to
the island.  But then I felt someone grab my wrists as
well. The my shorts were pulled down as I opened my
eyes to see the guys attacking me. Or so I thought. I
realized I was sporting a boner as it slapped against
my stomach as my speedos were pulled to my knees. Eric
had one arm, Jon another, Jim my ankles, and Jack had
my speedos in hand. As suddenly as I was awoke and
stripped, I was airborne and being tossed into the
pond. I nearly had a heart attack as I landed in the
cool water. My cock retracted back into my body and I
fought to get my speedos back on before they floated
away.

I came up howling. The guys were laughing up on the
rock. They took turns cannon balling into the water
around me, still laughing.

We calmed down after a bit of wrestling again, cock
now relaxed again. We got out and Eric explained when
I fell asleep, I got a boner. Jack had offered the
idea of pantsing me and the group joined in. It was
all in fun. The embarrassment lasted the rest of the
day. We swam back with less attempted drowning this
time as each of us was getting tired.

Once we go to the shore, we decided we should bring
our new friends out on a camp out. Last summer Eric,
Jon, and I had camped out about half the nights. About
the only thing stopping us was thunderstorms or the
occasional family night. Jon decided we should pack it
out to the far side of the pond. We owuld meet up at
the beach and hie around the pond about 7 pm. That
would give us time to get home, change, and eat.

I stopped by Jon's on the way back to the beach. He
asked me if I was cool with what they did to me
earlier, I just said, "no harm, no foul." He laughed.

We got to the beach and Eric was already waiting.
Before long Jim and Jack walked up clinking with each
step. "what's in the bag?"

"Some drinks, that's all," Jim said.

We followed Jon's lead around the path cut in the
woodline around the pond. Quickly we had two tents set
up and a small fire burning. Jim left the fire and cam
eback with his pack. He pulled out a six pack of glass
bottles and a long bottle like whiskey. "Where'd that
come from?"

"Just our drinks!" Jim replied. He handed each of us a
warm beer, but beer none the less. I thought it tasted
nasty but drank it anyway. Then the bottle was passed
around for a swing. It was worse than the beer, but it
warmed my stomach- that felt good. Jim added, "there's
more where that came from." He went into his tent and
brought out another bottle, this one blue berry
brandy. Now, that one tasted much better as we passed
the bottles around and around.

The night was warm and humid. I had a bit of a buzz
pretty quick. It wasn't the first time I drank
alcohol, but I knew it would be the drunkest I ever
got when Jim again came back with two more bottles.
This time a bottle of wine and another of whiskey. Jon
grogged the words out of his mouth that if we were
gonna go swimming at all we had better do so before we
opend more bottles. Jack said they hadn't brought
trunks- not knowing we were gonna be swimming. "You
can swim in underwear," Eric said.

"Or you can just go skinny dipping," I blurted out
without even thinking.

Jim lashed back with, "Or we can all just go skinny
dipping!"

We all got a good laugh out of that, but Jim stood up,
ripped off his shirt and dropped his pants to bare
skin and ran to the pond. His brother quickly
followed. Eric, Jon and I did the same after a short
pause. With dicks flopping in the air and mildly
discoordinating buzzes we splashed into the pond. The
cool water seemed warmer than earlier in the day. The
warm seemed to wrap me in a nice embrace and the slick
water played at my balls and cock. My cock sprang to
life. We were much closer to the island on this side
of the pond. We swam outto the rock face and climbed
up. That's when we noticed each of us was half to
fully hard. No one seemed very shy about it though.
Except maybe Jon. He stayed in the water wading in the
deep pool under the rock. Maybe it was because he
never tired of swimming. Maybe it was to hide his tiny
cock. We bombed him with cannon balls and belly flops.
After a particularly dynamic belly flop, Eric came up
screaming. He had flopped and consequently smashed his
balls. He was in tears and his cock retracted to
nearly nothing. He crawled up on the rock and curled
into a fetal position holding hisself. I came over,
still sporting a raging hard on. I bent down to see if
Eric was O.K. and he sprang up, bear hugged me, and we
crashed into the water on top of Jon. Now in a full
force wrestling match of hands and flesh and feet and
cock and faces, we pulled and pryed at each other. I
had a leg pushing into my cock and the thrashing made
a feeling against my cock like I was pressing into a
mattress, only smooth and wet and warm. I could feel
my cock about to explode. I got flipped upside down in
the water and felt hands on my ass. The hand slipped
around as I turned and the hand rubbed across my cock
and that was all it took. I could feel the streams of
cock juice pump out of me. I thrust my hips into the
hand and then chest of someone. I spunked two or three
major times. thrusting into whatever flesh my cock
could find. I came up barely able to breath. My cock
shunk as I unloaded everything I had. I swam to the
rock as the other guys continued to wrestle. I watched
trying to figure out who I had just creamed. The
splashing continued and Eric was the next to leave the
pile of armed and legs and cocks flashing in the
water. Eric climbed up the rock and I could see cum
still hanging on hs cock and cock hair. But it wasn't
mine, it was still leaking out of his own cock.
Dripping in think globs. He scruried up the rock and
sat with his legs together, now trying to hide his
cock. We sat beside each other watching the three
continue their wrestling match. Jim was behind Jack
holding his arms around his brother and what appeared
to look like Jim humping his brother from behind. Jon
was under water, but then sprang up with Jack's leg
and turned Jim and Jack over. We could see Jack's cock
flagging out of the water for and instant, and then
see Jim pushing his hips into Jack as they rolled in
the water. Jon came swiming to the rock and climbed up
with his small cock standing fully erect. He plopped
down beside us and watch Jima nd Jack continue to roll
in the water for another minute. When they finaly
finished their tussle, Jim and Jack both climbed out
of the water with deflated dicks. I assume this meant
they too got a bit of a wank during the wrestle. Jon
seemed to be the only one who didn't get his cock off.
No one said a thing. Eric dove into the water and swam
for shore. Jon followed, still sporting his tiny flag.
We continued, raced for shore and pulled on our
shorts. Jim his pants, and Jac his sweats. Jons
speedos barely pressed a buldge, but he looked hot in
his suit.

We gathered around the fire which was nearly out. Eric
pushed more sticks into the fire and Jim handled the
bottles around again. Not much was said, and the
bottled circled around. I felt a bit dizzy as I stodd
to take a piss. I stumbled to about 20 feet behind the
tent, and Eric called out, "Need a hand?"

Jim answered for me, "I think he already got that."

That broke the ice for Jack to comment, "I think I got
more than that. I think I got boofed back there."

We all laughed and began relating how each of us got a
good feel from the wrestle. Jon was quiet. Finally I
said, "you O.K. Jon?"

"Jim and Jack were so busy with each other, I never
did get off."

With that, Jim jumped across the fire and pinned Jon
down. We instinctively knew what Jim was doing. Jack
held his legs and Eric one arm, and me another. Jim
tore the speedos off of Jon and Jon's cock leaped. Jim
grabbed at Jon's cock and began pumping away. Then to
our surprise Jim buried his face in Jon's groin.
Slurping and licking. Jon was squeeling and wiggling.
Jon began to push his groin into Jim's face and Jim
continued to suck Jon.

Jim lifted back as Jon fired load after load of hot
cum. It landed on his own face and chest. Jim swirled
it around Jon's chest with his hands. Then slapped
Eric lightly across the face with a cum filled hand.
Eric let go of Jon and was on top of Jim now. Jack
tore his brothers pants down and off. Jack pushed his
face into his brothers lap much like Jim had done for
Jon. Eric got off of Jim, but Jim didn;t fight Jack
off. He laid back and enjoyed the blowjob. Very soon
Jim was pumping his cock into his brother's face and
jack was loving it. Obviously these two had done this
before. Jack came up with cum running out the sides of
his mouth. Jim's cock continued to pulse and drip cum.


Eric looked at me with strange eyes and I didn;t know
what to do. Jon looked over at me and then Eric looked
at Jon and then at me again. My cock was pching my
speedos open and trying to escape the fabric. Eric too
was raging. I pulled my own speedos down and off and
Eric did too. He dove over to me and we rolled into
the sand and Jon followed. We dry humped and wrestled
and pushed our cocks into flesh as we did just an hour
before in the water. I glanced over and saw Jim
sucking Jack.

When the rolling stopped, I was in a 69 with Eric.
Sand covered and scraped, but still sucing on each
others cock. Jon was rubbing my back and sliding his
cock on my ass cheeks. I think Eric and I came at the
same time. I couldn't release his cock as I pushed my
firing cock into his mouth. He fired a load that
pumped and pumped warm salty liquid across my tongue.