Date: Sun, 24 Apr 2011 11:34:04 +1000
From: Jeff Albertson <albertson194@gmail.com>
Subject: Hard Times

Hard Times

a story by plantagenet

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and all of the characters are
inventions. Not suitable for minors.

Hard Times (with apologies to Dickens for nicking his title)

"Darien! For the hundredth time, son, leave it alone! It'll never go soft
if you keep playing with it! Now, why don't you...go for a walk or
something?"

Darien's face reddened from his father's criticism as he snatched his hands
away from his crotch, revealing his juvenile stiffie for everyone present
to see. The fact that hardly anybody even looked at it was no consolation.
After all, a boy with a boner in a nudist colony was about as unremarkable
as a front lawn with a patch of crabgrass. It irked Darien that his father
kept on about it all the time, even though he couldn't help what his dick
did. He had been pretty much erect the whole morning since they arrived at
the resort, and it still unnerved him to allow a free look at his aroused
penis by people whom he didn't know. But his dad didn't seem to understand
his need to cover up.

Darien was relieved to get away from the recreation hall, away from his
dad, and away from all the other nudist adults who were playing snooker or
reading newspapers and listening to very old music. He liked his dad, he
really did, and when his dad said that the family was going on a naturist
holiday, Darien thought he meant they were all going hiking or camping or
something like that. He was extremely surprised, and thoroughly
embarrassed, to learn that the nature resort his dad was taking them to was
actually a nudist colony, and the family was going to spend a whole weekend
completely nude.

Darien was further surprised to find that his older brother Preston took to
nudity like he was born to it, wasting no time stripping off his
twelve-and-a-half year old body the minute the family car arrived at the
nudist resort. Darien just couldn't understand it. At home, Preston was
usually very private, always wearing a towel when traversing the short
distance between their shared bedroom and the bathroom, always locking the
door whenever he took a shower, even asking Darien to go outside when he
changed into his pyjamas at night. Yet here he was, walking around naked as
a jaybird, chatting and laughing with boys and girls his own age, his two
inch dick dangling limply over his smooth ballsack, a tiny tuft of pubes
fringing around its base. Preston didn't seem to get erections at all! What
kind of a twelve year old was he anyway?

Darien started off down the path from the recreation hall, his boner
jutting out proudly in front of him. Damned dick! he thought to himself as
he walked past the swimming pool. Why can't you go soft? Why did dad have
to nag him about it all the time? And in front of other people as well!
"Don't make a big deal of it and before you know it, you'll be soft again,"
his dad had advised. But it just didn't work! There were so many cocks to
look at all around him. And not just cocks - titties as well, big floppy
ones on old ladies (even older than his Mom, some of them were), bald
pussies on little girls, great big sets of balls on old men, teenaged girls
with giant nipples on their small boobs, teenaged boys with dicks so big
they swung from side to side when they walked, like elephant trunks, making
a slapping sound on their thighs that always drew Darien's attention once
he figured out what the sound signified...all of which made him permanently
boned up - and they had only been there half a day!

Mom had told the rest of the family they had to fend for themselves this
week - she wasn't doing any cooking, any laundry (well, duh!), or
anything. She was going to have a holiday from chores and family
responsibilities, and just lie around the pool naked, sipping mai tais and
maybe getting the occasional massage, so the three boys (meaning Dad,
Preston and himself) had better learn some survival skills fast. Maybe they
would appreciate her more when they had to cook their own breakfasts, she
told them. Darien thought he could see his Mom's back as he passed the
swimming pool enclosure, but he couldn't be sure. Whoever it was, she was
getting a massage and had a drink in her hand, so maybe it was his Mom - or
maybe some other lady. Either way, it just made his penis even harder just
thinking about it. Some big blond-haired naked guy rubbing his hands up and
down his Mom's back...squeezing her muscles...kneading his fingers into her
bottom cheeks... sliding his hands up and down the backs of her thighs...
aaargh! Darien looked away and kept walking.

"Hi Darien", a girl called out as she approached the boy along the path.
Darien recognized her - her name was Shawnee (or Sharelle, or something
like that) and she was kind of cute, for a girl. She was about the same
height as Darien, so he guessed their ages must be close. Shawnee had a
nice bosom, in Darien's opinion, and he'd sure seen plenty of them in the
last 24 hours. Her little boobs stuck out about an inch from her chest,
with pointy nipples on the tops. She had a small tuft of auburn hair over
her slit that made Darien feel sure that his boner would take about a year
to go down.

"Hi Sha", Darien replied, hoping the girl wouldn't notice that he didn't
remember her name. "I...uh...sorry about...um..."

Shawnee giggled. "You mean your erection? Don't worry about it. My brothers
get them all the time, even when we're back at home. And as for my Dad?
Don't even ask! Anyway, yours is kinda cute".

"Huh?" was the best Darien could manage in his confusion. His dick was
cute? A pretty girl thought he had a cute dick? Even when it was stiff? He
looked down at his three inch throbber with new respect.

Shawnee smiled at him. "Me and a few of my friends are having a campfire
down at the river after dark tonight. Mostly girls, I'm afraid, but you'd
be welcome, I'm sure. We're just going to toast marshmallows and stuff.
Please say you'll come? Pleeease?"

Darien wrenched his eyes away from his hard cock and back to Shawnee's
smiling face. She really was kinda cute, he thought, with that long auburn
hair flowing down around her shoulders, and the dimples that formed in her
cheeks when she smiled. His brain finally registered what she was saying.
An invitation to a cookout? Tonight? He managed to mumble a feeble
response. "Uh, sure, great, I'd, uh, like that...uh...do we, um, wear..."

"The nights are warm, silly, and we'll have the fire. We won't need any
clothes, just come nude like we are now. See you about seven thirty, then",
she giggled, and skipped along the path past him. After a few seconds,
Darien remembered to breathe, reconstructing the incident in his mind. A
pretty girl had just asked him on...a date? Well, it wasn't really a date,
exactly. There would be others there - other girls...all nude...all with
nice tits...smooth curvy bottoms... mysterious vaginas...damn! He needed
help, and he needed it before tonight!

Darien continued along the path until it wound its way back to the cabin
his family was staying in. Deserted. Great. Where was Preston? He urgently
desired a pow-wow with his older, wiser sibling on the subject of girls,
dates and boners...not necessarily in that order. He knew where his Mom was
- getting enjoyably sloshed at the swimming pool. There was no way he was
going to talk to her about his problem anyway. And as for Dad - what was
the use?

"Darien? It's Darien, isn't it?" an adult voice called to him. The boy
looked around, following the sound to the front porch of the adjacent
cabin. A man sat in a folding chair reading a newspaper, naked of course.
Darien recalled vaguely that the man had introduced himself yesterday when
Darien and his folks had arrived, but he had never been very good with
names, especially adults.

"Uh, hi, uh..." he replied, more out of courtesy than interest.

"It's Frank, Frank Davis, I met you and your family this morning when you
landed. Come on up, I've got another chair".

The boy looked around, saw not another living soul, and decided to go sit
with his neighbour. He wasn't scared or anything - his Dad had told him
that all naturists were good people, and he need not be concerned about
being naked around the adults at the holiday park. "Hi Mister Davis. Sorry
I forgot your name", he added sheepishly.

The man chuckled as he set his paper down by the side of the chair and
motioned towards the other one for Darien to sit. "Just plain Frank is
fine, I don't think your folks would mind. 'Mister Davis' makes me sound
old. Pour yourself a juice, if you want" he added, gesturing towards a tall
glass jug with beads of frost on its sides. Darien smiled in gratitude and
helped himself.

As Darien sat down in the proffered seat with his drink, he noticed
something he hadn't observed before, probably because Mr Davis' newspaper
had been shielding it. Mr Davis - Frank - had the biggest erection Darien
had ever seen! None of the other adult males the boy had encountered since
his arrival had been erect - even the guy giving his Mom a massage by the
pool had been soft. But Frank's whang stood up in his lap like a Tomahawk
missile! Darien couldn't help but stare at it, even though he knew it was
probably impolite to do so.

Frank picked up on Darien's interest right away. "Looks like you and me
both got the same affliction, pardner", he drawled, making Darien smile.
"You're lucky - kids can practically get away with murder in a place like
this, but grown-ups have to be more careful. Whenever I feel Junior here
starting to flex his muscles-" Frank nodded downwards towards the monster
in his lap "-I make a discreet exit and head back to my cabin. Apart from
that minor inconvenience, this naturist resort is a fantastic place for a
guy who likes to look at attractive ladies in their birthday suits, am I
right?"

Darien smiled shyly and nodded. Even though they had only just met, he
already felt that Frank was sympathetic to his persistent stiffie problem,
especially as he had just admitted to the same problem himself. Darien
never thought that an adult might get unwanted boners - all the men he had
seen at the resort so far had been flaccid as boiled spaghetti. Maybe Frank
could give him some advice about the cookout tonight?

"Uh, a girl, uh, kinda asked me to, um, go to the river for a marshmallow
campfire thing tonight. Uh, how do I, uh..." he trailed off.

Frank smiled. "Say no more, hombre. You're worried that little Darien there
between your legs is going to make a nuisance of himself when you're trying
to get friendly with a member of the fairer sex, am I right?" Darien
blushed and looked down, realized that he was still stiff and tried to
cross his legs, only managing to crush his nuts in the process. He gasped
in pain and quickly uncrossed them, nodding to Frank to encourage him to
keep talking.

"Feels good, though, don't it?" the man remarked. "Having a big old
hard-on, walking around in broad daylight where everybody can see it,
sticking up stiff and proud? About the most fun you can have standing up, I
reckon", Frank grinned at Darien who blushed and grinned back. "So, a
pretty girl has caught your eye, my friend? Tell me, was Junior pointing up
at the sky when this fair maiden invited you to join her at her romantic
riverside rendezvous?"

Darien nodded his head vigorously. "I was just walking along, and
my...er...it...was...uh, like it is now", he explained.

"No need to be coy with old Frank, my boy. Time to call a spade a
spade. You're telling me you had a boner?"

Darien flushed, but the man's friendly manner gave him courage. "Yeah, my,
uh, my cock was stiff as anything when she asked me out. I've had a stiffie
ever since I got here! It's all these naked people around here, Every time
I try to look away I just see another dick, or boobs, or whatever. And
nobody else seems to have one but me. The men, I mean. Or even the other
boys. My brother, f'rinstance. He's already got hair, and his balls hang
low, so he must be started puberty, I guess, but I've never seen him with a
boner. They told us at school that boys in puberty get boners all the
time. Is it just me?"

The words tumbled out in a rush, Frank listening patiently as the boy got a
lot off his chest. "Well, Darien, it sounds like you've given this quite a
bit of thought, which is a good thing. My first impression would be, that
if this girl asked you to the cookout even though she could clearly see you
were wooded up, maybe your hard cock is exactly the reason why she invited
you? Have you considered that?"

Darien frowned in thought, holding his chin in his hand. Maybe Frank had a
point. Did Shawnee invite him not in spite of his boner, but because of it?
"You mean that she...she wants to...?"

"Out with it, boy. Spit it out!" Frank urged.

Darien took a deep breath. "You think Shawnee might be interested in...
having sex...with me? Is that why she asked me?"

Frank smiled. "Well, let's examine the facts. One -- you're a good
looking boy". Darien smiled and blushed, looking away before returning his
gaze to his neighbour's face. "Now, now, there's no need for false modesty
here, hombre, it's just two guys shooting the breeze. Two, she saw your
stiffie and didn't run away screaming rape. Three, she invited you out
after dark to a place where I'm guessing there would be very little, if
any, parental supervision. And four -- well, it looks to me like we both
know what Four is, don't we? You, my young friend, stand a good chance of
getting some pussy tonight. I envy you, I truly do".

Darien stared at the floor, then rubbed his thighs trying to try to settle
himself down. If what Frank said was true, his dick was going to stay hard
for the rest of the day, that was for sure. And like any eleven year old
boy, the possibility of having sex with a girl was something he talked
about a lot with his friends at school, even though they all had no
practical idea of the subject whatsoever.

He looked back to Frank. "How...do I do it? I've never..."

The man smiled, not in a mocking way, but more out of understanding, which
Darien found very comforting. "Of course you haven't. I would have been
very surprised if you had, pardner. But it would be a shame to let a chance
like this slip through your fingers, my boy. Opportunities like this don't
come along every day, am I right? So I'm going to give you the benefit of
my experience, such as it is. Come stand over here"

Darien stood up and presented himself in front of his neighbour. His
ever-present stiffie pointed straight at the man's chest, but it didn't
bother Darien like it would have earlier in the day. Frank cautiously
lifted his hands to the boy's hips, glancing at Darien's face for any signs
of disapproval. Seeing none, he carefully turned the boy's body sideways,
first to the right, then to the left, inspecting him closely. "I can see
why this girl fell for you, Darien -- you've got quite a good
physique. May I?" Frank asked, poising his hand a few inches under the
boy's cock.

Darien gave a short nod, knowing what the man was asking. His teachers at
school had told him and his fellow students many times about not letting
strangers touch him without permission, but he felt comfortable with Frank,
and it gave him a certain sense of power to be able to give Frank the
permission to touch his body. Frank lightly clasped Darien's hard tool in
the fingers of one hand, while rolling his little nuts with the fingers of
the other hand. "Feels to me like you've got a potent weapon here, my boy",
Frank smiled as he stroked Darien's cock with the gentlest of touches. "Do
these balls make any sperm yet, pardner?"

Darien gave a little laugh at the idea. "No sir, uh, Frank, not yet.
Preston told me it would be a year more, maybe, before I could do that,
because he only had his first wet dream a few weeks ago, and his balls are
bigger than mine. His cock is too, and he's got hair already. His balls
sorta hang down, and mine are more pulled up, like. Well, you can see that
anyway, I guess."

"Well, luckily, you don't need to be able to make sperm to satisfy a girl,
pardner. In fact, all it means is you don't need to worry about getting her
pregnant, which is a big plus. Besides, you can probably fuck her a lot
longer if you don't have a wet orgasm. That is what you had in mind, I
guess, Darien? Fucking her? Getting this dick inside her pussy and
scratching her itch with it?" Frank interrogated the boy, still lightly
caressing his stiff staff and rolling his balls around.

"Uhh, yeah, uhhh, I guess", the boy moaned in reply.

"Remember what I said before, Darien -- this is no time for modesty: a
man says what he means and means what he says. What exactly do you want to
do with this girl tonight?"

"Uhhh, I want...to fuck her" the boy gasped, surprising himself with the
vulgar word. "I want to fuck her pussy with my cock! I want to- uhhh,
yeah...stick my hard dick in her...her cunt...and fuck her with it!" Darien
exhaled his pent-up breath as he expressed his desires to the man who was
now openly fondling him. He had said the "f" word -- and the "c" word
into the bargain -- and the feelings in his groin were building to a
peak.

"And I'm here to tell you how to do it", Frank murmured, opening his legs
and guiding the boy onto one big meaty thigh. Darien happily sat on the
man's leg as his own knees felt like they might buckle at any minute.
Frank's stiff cock rested against Darien's hip but the boy seemed oblivious
to it. "Now, when you arrive at the campfire tonight, make sure you're
already stiff when you get there", he suggested.

"Uhh, I don't think that will be a problem", Darien sighed as Frank
continued stroking his dick.

"She'll probably leave a space on the ground, or the log or blanket or
whatever you're going to be sitting on, right next to where she's sitting,
that she's saved just for you. That will be a good signal for you that she
wants it as much as you do" The boy moaned as Frank slowed his speed,
putting his little hand on top of the man's hand and moving it faster,
urging him on.

"Now, even with the firelight, it will be pretty dark, so make sure you sit
right up close to her. Your leg should be touching hers, and you should put
an arm around her waist straight away. She won't try to stop you, she wants
it, and by putting your arm there it will let her know that you're going to
be getting very close and personal with her". Frank illustrated what he
meant by putting his own arm around Darien's waist, reaching all the way
around to the boy's crotch where he resumed tickling the boy's nutsack with
his fingertips.

"Next comes the kissing", Frank advised. "Girls love kissing, and they
expect a boy to be good at it, even a young boy like you".

Darien sighed, relishing the sensations coming from Frank's fingers on his
prick. "I've never...kissed a girl -- except Mom; I guess she doesn't
count, huh?"

"Just do what feels good, Darien. Start off with a peck on her cheek, like
this", Frank said, brushing his lips across the boy's smooth face,
finishing up at his delicate earlobe. Emboldened by the loud moan from the
boy's lips, Frank laid a trail of light kisses across the boy's neck and
shoulders. "The good thing about making out with a nudist girl, of course,
is that there are no pesky clothes to deal with." Darien sighed again as
Frank played his fingers around the sensitive end of the boy's boner,
grazing it lightly with each pass before going back to long, slow strokes.

Frank's mouth was level with the boy's ear as he licked and nibbled at the
fresh young lobe. "At some point, she'll probably put a hand on your
thigh. That's her sign that she's ready to feel your dick" he whispered in
the boy's ear. "When she does that, pick up her hand and put it right on
your cock, so she can start feeling you up". In a sensual trance, the boy
mimicked the man's words by putting his hand on Frank's other thigh. The
man carefully picked it up and lowered it onto his own throbber, which had
been drooling precum for a few minutes and was demanding attention. Darien
enclosed the man's cock-knob in his small hand and slowly polished the hot
organ, using the precum for lubricant.

"After she gets her hand on your cock, that's the time to move your hand to
her tits," Frank recommended. "Be gentle with them -- no pinching, just
use your fingertips, like I'm doing with your cockhead now. And if she
drops her head into your lap, that means she wants to taste your dick. Let
her. If she doesn't, move your hand down to her pussy and feel it. Rub
around a bit first, then run a finger up and down her crack. Girls love
that"

Darien's breath was coming in short gasps at this point, and Frank was
plotting his next move, mainly involving getting Darien into his bedroom.
"What the hell?" he thought as he heard a chirpy whistle coming from about
fifty yards down the path, and approaching fast.

"It's...uhhh...it's my brother!" Darien gasped, just short of orgasm. He
jumped off the man's lap as though scalded, and scampered off the porch,
pausing a moment to look back with a grin. "See you later!" he yelled at
his neighbour, running back to his own cabin.

+ + +

"Who was that?" his brother Preston asked him as they made sandwiches for
themselves in the pokey kitchen area of their cabin.

"Hmm?" Darien mumbled, his mouth full of bread and jelly and peanut butter.

"The guy next door - you were talking to him when I walked up. Who is he?"

Darien used his chewing time to think of a plausible answer. When his mouth
was empty, he replied "His name's Frank - he comes here all the time. You
remember - he said 'Hi' when we arrived. We were just talking about...uhh,
we were just, you know, talking..."

Preston smiled. "And he didn't mind your...magic wand?" This was a little
joke between the two boys: when they were younger, Darien had asked
Preston's advice about the boners he had been getting, and Preston had
called it his 'magic wand', and told him it was how a daddy 'made magic'
with a mommy.

Even though part of his brain was making his jaws chew, another part was
making his dick stay stiff, Darien noticed. "It didn't bother him. He had
one too". He finished off his sandwich and took his plate to the sink and
rinsed it, setting it in the dish rack to dry. "I'm going down to the
basketball court. Wanna come shoot some hoops?"

"Maybe later", Preston answered, still finishing off his sandwich. He
tended to eat more carefully than his younger brother, and made himself
comfortable on the couch as his brother left the cabin to walk the hundred
yards to the paved basketball area. He wished they had a TV set in the
cabin, or better still, a computer. There was a TV in the recreation hall,
but it had no aerial - it was only used for showing naturist videos. As
Preston considered the desperate step of picking out a book from the small
shelf of novels and reading it (outside school hours!) he heard a soft
knock at the door. Before he could get up off the couch, the door opened
and a man's head appeared in the doorway.

"Uh, sorry to bother you - Preston, isn't it? I'm Frank Davis, your next
door neighbour. Is, er, Darien around?" Frank was pretty sure he wouldn't
be, as he had just seen the younger brother run off to the recreation area,
his stiff dick leading the way. He was in no rush to finish his seduction
of Darien, having made a very promising start only a little while
ago. Frank was an opportunist, and right now was the time to see whether
the older boy was interested in fooling around.

Preston was unbothered by Frank's intrusion - he was a grown-up, after all,
and grown-ups seemed to do pretty much whatever they felt like at this
resort. Darien mentioned that Frank had introduced himself to the family
earlier, and Preston had half-hoped that Frank had a son the same age as
himself, somebody to hang with, so he could have a reason to ditch Darien,
but no such luck. Darien was okay, for a younger brother, but he was so
needy sometimes, especially with his erection problem. When Preston learned
that Frank had no kids, he dismissed him from his mind, but here he was, at
his front door.

"Darien's gone to play, uh, basketball, I think", Preston answered. Frank
had now fully emerged from around the door, and for the first time Preston
saw Frank's hard dick, the first adult erection he had seen since he
arrived. He had seen plenty of boobs and pussy, both young and old, in the
last twenty-four hours, and unlike his younger brother, it didn't give him
even the slightest twinge in his cock. Other boys' dicks didn't interest
him much either. Seeing men's soft dicks didn't affect him in any way. But
Frank's stiff dick was a thing of wonder in Preston's eyes, an eight-inch
beauty over a pair of golf-ball sized nuggets, and Preston was very
interested, very interested indeed.

There was a science teacher at Preston's school who had been making some
cryptic observations over the last few months, inclining Preston to wonder
whether he was coming on to him. He had his suspicions, but nothing he
could be sure of. Preston had smiled at the teacher a few times to
encourage him, but other than a friendly pat on the back or two, the man
had not responded. Once he had walked out to the teacher's desk, when he
was marking homework assignments, and he thought the teacher might have
been hiding a boner in his trousers, but he wasn't sure. Now, right here in
broad daylight, was a huge erection bobbing up and down as his next door
neighbour entered the cabin. Preston was transfixed.

Frank noticed Preston's wide eyes instantly. The second thing he noticed
was Preston's pecker - it was rising to the occasion faster than he had
ever seen a boy's cock harden, and he had seen a few in his time. He
recalled Darien telling him about Preston's lack of erections, and
concluded that Preston must have seen something that seriously turned him
on, to generate his instant stiffie.

"Basketball, eh?" Frank replied, moving towards Preston, and letting his
cock sway from side to side even as it bobbed, so that the overall effect
was that of a orchestra conductor's baton, pointing this way and that while
keeping the beat. "It's a bit too warm outside for me to go looking for
him, I think. What I came over to ask him was...er...are you okay,
Preston?"

Frank had by this point moved to within a couple of feet of the boy, whose
breathing had shortened and whose chest was quivering. Preston's stare was
still riveted on the big pole of flesh waving from Frank's groin, and his
own wood was at full mast. Suddenly, Preston's body betrayed him in a way
it had never done until then: he spontaneously ejaculated, a spurt of semen
flying from the end of his quivering penis and landing, of all places, on
Frank's chest. Another burst followed it, not as powerful, hitting the
man's stomach. As both males watched, the two globs of Preston's pearly
jizz began to stretch downwards on Frank's chest and mingle with his curly
hair.

Frank was surprised, but not too bothered. Spunk washes off, after all, no
harm done. A bit of an icebreaker, really, he thought. But poor Preston was
completely flabbergasted. He had gasped "eugh!" when the first shot had
gone off, and a weaker "uhh!" as his second slimy missile was launched, and
his face was now a mask of horror as he realised what he had done - he had
spermed the man next door! His knees buckled as another weak dribble oozed
from his dick. "Ohh!" was all he could manage.

Ever helpful, and with an idea that Preston might prove to be as much fun
as Darien had been earlier, Frank put his arms out to catch the boy under
his arms. "Hey, steady there Kemosabe!" he chuckled, assisting Preston over
to a chair. "No harm done - although if I had known that weapon of yours
was loaded I would have waved a white flag before coming in the door!" He
looked around the small kitchen and saw a box of tissues. Pulling one out
he wiped his chest and belly of the boy's issue. "See? All cleaned up."

Big hot tears swelled up in Preston's eyes as the full magnitude of what he
had done, or what his cock had done, overwhelmed him. They ran down his
cheeks and splashed softly on the floor. A sob escaped his chest, forcing
its way out through his throat, making his shoulders heave. In that
instant, he realised several things - he had just shot off onto a naked
man; this was caused by looking at the naked man's erection; and this
strongly suggested he was sexually attracted to naked, erect men. He was
gay. His shoulders shuddered again as he sobbed openly.

Frank sat on the seat beside the crying boy. "Hey, Preston, it's no big
deal. The jizz just wipes off. Man, I didn't mean to upset you, that's the
last thing I wanted to do. But it's okay, really, it doesn't bother me, and
I sure won't be telling anybody else about it, especially your folks, if
that's what's worrying you. I mean, really, what would I say? 'Hey there, I
was just talking to your son when he blew his wad all over me, how has your
day been?' "

In spite of his sobs the boy chuckled involuntarily. He could see the man
was trying to make him feel better. "Have a tissue", Frank said, pulling
another sheet from the box. "I meant what I said - no harm done. There
won't be a news flash on the radio about it either. So wipe those tears
away and we'll start again".

Preston sighed deeply. "So I guess I'm...gay".

"Says who?" Frank countered. "Just because your rocket had a misfire?
That's nothing!"

"But...but...I was looking at your...your, uh..."

Frank grinned and looked down. "Ain't it a beauty? Eight inches when it's
boned. You wouldn't believe the action I get when women see this baby. But
c'mon Preston, dicks aren't very bright. Mine bones up whenever I see a
nude body - and there's plenty of those around here! Women, boys, girls,
you name it. It's why I love this place. Frank Junior likes it too, huh?"

Preston's tears dried up and his sobs slowed to a sniffle. He wiped his
nose with the tissue Frank gave him. "You like...boys?" he whispered.

"Sure I do. Who wouldn't? But I like beef, too - doesn't mean I want to
have sex with a cow!" Frank observed. This brought a smile to Preston's
face. "So, was that your first jizz, or have you been making baby juice for
a while? You don't have to talk to me about it, maybe you'd rather discuss
it with your Mom or Dad?"

Preston rolled his eyes, and his face suggested that he'd rather walk on
hot coals. Frank nodded. "Uh huh, not keen on talking it over with the
parents, I get that. But there's no need to rush to the conclusion that
you're gay. Maybe you just want to experiment, you know, play the field,
until you decide on what you like. You've got a nice set of equipment,
there, Preston, and if you want to find out what it can do, while you're
here, just call on in. If I'm not in my cabin I'll be around
somewhere. Now, are you feeling better?"

The boy turned his face upwards and smiled. "Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks, uh,
Frank"

"I better get going - if your brother comes back soon, tell him I was
looking for him."

"He's like you" Preston blurted out. "Always boned up"

Frank smiled. "Well, he's not the only one now, is he?" he said, inclining
his head down towards Preston's groin. In spite of its previous exertions,
Preston's dick had revived and was again standing up hard and proud. "Don't
forget - come see me if you want to play around, no commitment. I'll be
going now. Catch you around - maybe". Frank rose out of the seat and walked
to the door. This made two exciting but ultimately unsatisfying adventures
in one morning, and his dick was starting to get a little impatient. But he
knew better than to rush the boy off his feet while he was vulnerable -
much more fun (and safer) to have the boy come to him. And what if both
boys came to him? Now, that could be very interesting indeed.

+ + +

Frank didn't see either of the brothers until the next day. Shortly after
he finished his late breakfast, he heard a light triple tap at the
door. "Come in if you're good looking!" he yelled. He knew it was corny,
but if it was one of the brothers at his door, there was a chance they
might not have heard it before.

Darien's head appeared in the doorframe. "Hi Frank, can I...uh...I'm
sorta..." the boy glanced downwards bashfully.

Frank looked up from the breakfast table. "Come on in, Darien. Doesn't
matter if you're boned, I'm halfway there myself". Getting out of his seat,
he lumbered over to his couch and sprawled, waving the boy inside. Darien
was erect (of course), and took a seat at the end of the couch. Putting an
arm around the boy's shoulder, the man grinned. "Now, how did last night
go? Did you get to first base? Or maybe second? Don't tell me you got to
third, you little horndog!"

Darien giggled. "Not third base, no. But it pretty much went just like you
said, Frank. When I got there, Shawnee had left a place on the blanket
alongside her, and she even patted it so I would know where to sit. We
toasted marshmallows and talked about school and stuff-"

"Were you the only boy there?" Frank interrupted.

"Uh, there was another boy as well, um, Mark, he's about the same age as
Preston. I think his cabin is on the other side of the volleyball
court. Anyway, after we ate some marshmallows and some sodas, one of the
girls said it was time to play"

A sly grin crept onto Frank's face. He edged closer to the boy, giving his
hair a ruffle. "Girls! They love their little games, am I right? So, tell
me all the sexy details!"

The boy relaxed and scooted closer to Frank. Their thighs were now
touching, and Frank's free hand was slowly rubbing over Darien's chest, his
fingers grazing the boy's nipples. "It was a weird game - I guess because
it was made up by girls! They said that me and Mark had to have a
swordfight, and the winner got to pick any girl he wanted and make out with
her for ten seconds! I was afraid at first, because I thought they meant
real swords"

Frank stroked a little lower, just above Darien's belly button. "And did
they?"

Darien giggled, a sound Frank felt he could never tire of. "No, course not!
We had to use our dicks! Mark and me had to stand up in front of each other
and fight with our boners! The girls thought it was a scream! Our knees
kept bumping into each other to start with, until I figured out that we
each had to sort of make a space between them. We held our dicks and sort
of hit each other's boners with them, until I kind of pushed forward and
accidentally jabbed Mark in the balls with my dick! He yelled out and fell
over, and the girls all said I had won!"

Frank smiled, amused by the story of the boy's antics. "So, do I have to
guess who you picked to make out with? Shawnee, right?"

Darien's grin went from ear to ear. "Uh huh! They threw a blanket over us
for privacy, and started counting to ten real slow, like
oonnne...twoooooo....threeeeeee... like that. Then I did like you showed me
- I kissed her real good and felt up her tits."

Frank's wandering hand had almost reached its destination. "Good job
Darien!" he enthused. "Did you get to feel anywhere else? Like between her
legs?"

The boy shook his head. "Nah. She kept her knees sorta jammed together. I
tried, but she wouldn't open up. She felt me, uh, my dick, but."

"Really? She grabbed your dick? Did she fool with it? Like this?" Frank's
hand fell towards the boy's erection and began carefully fingering the
skin-covered knob. "I'm betting she did it like this. Or was it like this?"
he smirked, changing to an overhand stroking action. Darien writhed and
giggled as Frank worked on the boy's cock. "She felt you up real good,
huh?"

Darien stretched and sighed as the man worked his pecker. "Oh, yeah, real
good, uhhh. When I tried to get my hand, you know, down there, she
whispered 'next time'. Gee, I hope we got time for a next time!"

Much as Frank was enjoying wanking the boy, his own needs were starting to
take the upper hand. He began manoeuvring the boy's skinny body into a
better position for a sixty-nine, hoping the boy's advanced horniness would
overwhelm his better judgement, when another knock at the door sounded.
"Dammit" he thought, and released the boy's hard on. "Do you want to go
wait in the bathroom for a minute while I see who this is?" he whispered to
the boy. Darien, amused by the cloak-and-dagger nature of the request,
smiled and complied. He couldn't see any problem with being naked and erect
in a man's cabin, after all.

As soon as the bathroom door shut, Frank called out a welcome, and the door
opened. It was Preston, of course, whom Frank had been expecting all
morning. "Uh, Hi Frank, is it okay if, uh..."

"Sure, Preston, come on in" Frank waved the young teen closer. Preston was
as erect as his younger brother, which decided Frank's next move for
him. When Preston sat down on the couch, Frank called out "You can come out
now, Darien!"

Seeing his grinning brother emerge from the bathroom, Preston gasped.
"What's he doing here?" Preston yelled as he simultaneously attempted to
cover his crotch and stand up. Frank's heavy hand on the older boy's
shoulder settled him back down on the couch as Darien joined them. Frank
was not surprised to see that Darien was still boned.

"Now, Preston, no need to fret, he's your brother, after all. Brothers
share. Before you called by, Darien was relating last night's adventure,
weren't you Darien?" The younger boy grinned and began stroking his own
cock the way Frank had shown him.

"But...but I wanted to...you know..." Preston moaned. A million thoughts
ran through the older boy's mind - he wasn't really sure what he wanted. He
certainly wanted to see Frank's erection again, maybe play with it if the
man let him. He wanted to talk to Frank about his science teacher at
school, and he certainly wasn't about to do that in front of Darien.

Frank didn't care about the details of Preston's turmoil - he just needed
to get off. He sat between the two brothers and began fondling both of
them. Darien sighed and laid his head back, thinking of last night with
Shawnee. Preston allowed his hand to be picked up and dropped onto Frank's
cock - he was thinking about his science teacher, wondering what he might
look like naked, as he allowed frank to play with his dick.

"Preston! Darien!" bellowed a female voice from outside the cabin. The
boys' mother had returned from her relaxing massage at the poolside and was
searching for her brood.

Frank sprang into action. he could probably talk his way out of having one
erect boy in his cabin, especially if it was Darien with his well-known
stiffie problem, but he might find it difficult to explain how both boys
were there. "Quick! Out the back door! Circle around until you get to the
other side of your cabin! I'll catch up with you later!" he urged the boys
in a fierce whisper. The two boned-up brothers scampered out the rear of
frank's cabin and did as he asked. Frank could hear most of their mother's
conversation - like most women who have had a little too much to drink, she
spoke quite loudly. It turned out that the boys' father had received an
urgent phone call from work, an emergency apparently, and had to return
immediately. She saw no good reason to stay at the camp without him, so the
whole family had to cut short their nature weekend and decamp back to the
textiled suburbs. They were leaving in ten minutes, she declared, then
staggered up the path to their cabin.

Frank listened to the hurried packing process next door as he ruminated on
what might have been. Darien was hot stuff, and Preston might have been on
the verge of coming out, but their seductions would have to wait, maybe
forever. It looked like another lonely Saturday night ahead for Frank. He
watched as the boys piled themselves into the family station wagon and
wheeled down the roadway towards the exit. He sighed.

Wait a minute - didn't Darien mention the name of the boy he had a
swordfight with the previous evening? Now what was it? Mark! He said that
this 'Mark' was about Preston's age - that would make him about 12. Now
where did he say Mark's cabin was? Somewhere on the other side of the camp,
wasn't it? Near...the basketball court, wasn't it? All he had to do was
stake out the court and wait. There weren't that many 12 year old boys at
the camp, after all. A boy who would play dick games in front of girls
sounded very promising indeed! Maybe he wouldn't be lonely tonight after
all.

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