Date: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 06:32:31 +0100
From: Rick Masters <succum@gmx.com>
Subject: Birthday Dare 15

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Birthday Dare

Chapter 15

When we woke up the next morning it was to discover that we did not have
much time and I sent Mike off to do his ablutions first. While I would have
loved to have gone with him, mum might think it a bit odd that we would be
together to pee and wash and so we went separately. This going separately
also bit into our together time and we did not have enough to pleasure each
other before we had to get downstairs for our breakfast and then set off to
school.

Tim was looking even more depressed when we saw him and it appeared that
things on the home front were going from bad to worse. Although I hoped I
was wrong, I was fairly certain after talking with Tim that morning that he
would not be joining us at the cabin for the weekend, and possibly we would
not see him at Carrie's party either.

Mike tried to get Tim to see that it was only himself he was hurting with
his stubbornness and that he should back down and apologise to his parents
and try to do things their way to appease them; but it seems that Tim was
convinced he was the wronged one and was being treated unfairly and needed
to stand his ground to make his parents realise that they cannot just walk
over him. Fortunately the bell for the start of class went and the two had
to stop their argument then as I could see Mike was getting really
frustrated with Tim and I thought he might even take a swing at him. Tim
had to get to a different class and took off at a trot. As he moved away
Mike said somewhat under his breath, "What a fucking twat; I can't believe
that he cannot see what he is doing and how wrong his thinking is. And all
because his parents said he could not go to a sleepover with a bunch of
girls. It is not like he would get any action with them at the sleepover
anyway."

"Ease it Mike. Don't let him get to you." I said, "At least, inadvertently,
he has given the two of us more time together."

Our conversation had to stop there because we were already in the classroom
and we would fall foul of our teacher and risk getting a detention which
would mess up our Friday afternoon.

On Thursday afternoon as we were leaving school Tim's mum approached us to
tell us she was very sorry but as Tim's grounding had been extended because
he broke the terms of his grounding he would not be joining us at the cabin
for the weekend. We both expressed how sorry we were that he would not be
with us and then went on our way walking home. The confirmation of our
thinking that Tim would not be with us caused us to walk in silence for a
short way.

"A part of me is quite sad that Tim will not be with us for the weekend;
but another part of me is quite glad because that means I will be alone
with you more." Mike said indicating that this was what had been occupying
his thoughts since Tim's mother had told us the news. "You know `two's
company, three's a crowd'."

"Yeah, that is kind of what I have been thinking too." I confessed. "And I
think I feel a bit guilty for feeling like that."

"Well that is both of ours dilemma." Mike said "Agh, he's such a bloody
stupid shit we should not worry about him."

"Yeah, there is no point in us getting all worked up over it. There is
nothing we have done to cause it and nothing we can do to change it. Let's
just get into the mood and go with the attitude we are going to have fun
together and take pride in the fact that our parents trust us enough to
allow us to do this weekend and the sleep over at Carrie's party too." I
said.

"Well, you are absolutely right about that it is not our fault and I agree
we need to put aside any feelings of guilt because we know we would not
have excluded him. Rather Tim has excluded himself by his actions." Mike
said.

On that slightly more upbeat note we parted company and went our diverging
ways to get to our own homes.

As soon as mum and I had greeted each other I told her that Tim was not
going to be with us at the cabin and assured her that both Mike and I still
wanted to spend the weekend there. I also told mum that Carrie had offered
to take Tim's place and that I had told Carrie there was not a chance that
any of our parents were likely to allow that to which mum replied that I
had certainly got that right. Then I joked saying that at least it would
not cost them as much as they only needed to buy two thirds of the quantity
of food they had planned on buying for us for the weekend.

Friday came and as we left school Mike and I were getting quite excited. We
would part for the afternoon and spend that time packing, or at least a few
minutes of that time packing. How long does it take to throw a couple of
shorts and shirts in a bag and get your washing stuff and bedding together?
Of course I would be doing a bit more than Mike as I also had to help pack
the food which mum had bought for us but even that would not take a great
deal of time. This was good because one of the conditions of being allowed
to go to the cabin was that our homework had to be completed before we
left. So as soon as I had packed my bag I sat down at my desk and cracked
on with my homework. We had lucked out on maths because our maths teacher
was not well and had not set us any homework and we had also been able to
do some of our homework during the maths class which didn't happen. The
upshot was that I was packed and ready as soon as dad got home and after a
call to Mike's home to ascertain that he was also ready dad helped me to
put the stuff in his car and off we went to pick Mike up and carry on to
the cabin.

We got the stuff unloaded and as I carried the last box of food in I saw a
case of beer on the counter with dad standing nearby.

"We didn't bring that, honest dad!" I said worried that he might be upset
at the sight of a case of beer.

"No, but I did. Look you two, there are twelve beers there. I thought that
four each would be good, two today and two tomorrow. But now that there is
only the two of you; you have six each. I don't mind if you finish all six
over the weekend, but don't drink them all in one go and then try and go
swimming. Also I don't want to take you home smelling of beer so I would
prefer it if you did not have any on Sunday." Dad told us.

"Wow! Thanks Mr. Mostert. That is really kind of you." Mike got in while I
just stood there with my mouth open.

"Don't be so surprised Steve. You boys have made us proud by the way you
behave and I know Mike's parents feel the same so I thought you deserved a
little extra. But I have not told anyone else so keep it quiet please." Dad
said.

"Thanks dad." I got over my surprise and shock. "We will not let you down
with this." I promised for both of us.

"Ok boys; remember to keep your mobile charged up so that you can phone us
if there is an emergency. I will see you on Sunday. Have a good and safe
time." And dad left us to a chorus of goodbye's from both of us. We ran the
short distance up the road to shut and lock the gate as soon as dad had
gone through it and then jogged back to the cabin to start our weekend
together.

"First things first!" I started, "Let's get naked and then put all the food
stuff away and get some beer on the chill and then we can discuss what we
are going to do with ourselves." By the time I had finished saying all
that, I had my shirt off and was working to get my trainers off without
undoing the laces or touching them with my hands. As is always the case,
the first comes off easy as you can grip it with your other shoe, but the
second relies on the grip of your toes and that seems to be more difficult
to do. I did not have socks on and moved to begin undoing my jeans when
Mike stopped me.

"Not so fast Steve, clothing below your belly is my concern. I will help
you to lose those garments." He said.

I could raise no objections to that idea and stopped what I was doing and
stood still while Mike wrestled with my jeans and eventually got the button
undone and then lowered the zip making sure his hand ran against the bulge
of my hardening cock. Mike also was not going to waste too much time and he
gripped my boxers at the same time and pulled them down along with my
jeans. As I stepped out of my clothes I told Mike that it was my turn next
and carried out roughly the same moves on him except that he was still
keeping to his agreement and was commando under his jeans.

Once we were both naked, the putting away of the food had to wait for a few
minutes while we each had a good feel of the other and then with our hard
cocks bouncing in front of us we moved through to the kitchenette and began
to put the groceries away.

While we were doing that we had a discussion on what of the food we were
going to eat when and how we were going to prepare it. Both Mike's mum and
my mum had insisted and made us learn to cook at least basic dishes, and
because we both enjoyed it we had learned more than the basics and so could
fend for ourselves very nicely over the weekend.

"Let's cook our tea for tonight now and get it eaten and out of the way so
that after it we can sit down with a beer each and have some fun that is
not going to be interrupted by anything." Mike suggested.

"Ok, but we have to stay hard during all the preparation and cooking time
and also while we eat and if we find ourselves getting soft then we have to
ask the other to remedy it." I suggested.

"That sounds good to me, but we don't have to wait to be asked to help a
sagging boner, and can help to strengthen it even if it looks like it is
standing tall by itself." Mike added.

"But of course! This is a weekend where we don't need to worry about
anything like that. If we want to have a feel then we just do it no matter
when or where." I agreed.

For our tea we had pork chops with spicy wedges and some frozen mixed
veg. At least mum had not supplied us with all fresh vegetables that took a
lot of preparing. We decided to grill the chops and bake the wedges in the
oven while the veg boiled in a pot on top of the cooker. As we moved about
in the kitchen, we would run our hand over the other's package each time we
passed and sometimes when one was standing at the cooker or a counter the
other would come up behind and put their arms around to cup the balls or
squeeze the cock and pull the hips back so that their own cock would
squeeze into the bum crack and by doing this we maintained strong erections
the whole time and left snail trails of precum over our mates body. Of
course all this left our cocks positively tingling by the time the food was
ready and we could sit down to eat.

We decided to eat at the water's edge and after dishing our food up onto
some paper plates which mum had so thoughtfully added to our grocery list
we wandered out and off the deck and down onto the sandy beach where we sat
down facing the water and began to eat. We were hungry enough that we were
concentrating so much on our food neither of us realised we had both lost
our boners. It was only when I leant forward to pick up my glass of water
which I had half buried in the damp sand to help keep the water cool and I
felt the tip of my cock trying to bury itself in the sand.

"Hey my cock has gone completely soft and I didn't even realise it!" I
exclaimed in surprise and mock horror.

"Me too. And now the tips gone and picked up all the sand grains with my
precum." Mike added. "So I don't want you trying to get me hard until I
have been able to wash it off. I am not having my pride and joy ground away
with sandpaper."

"I have also picked up half the beach on the end of my cock. Let's finish
eating and then we can go and have a quick shower together to make sure we
get rid of all the sand and afterwards we can look to what we want to do
after that." I suggested.

Once we had finished eating we took our plates and forks back to the cabin
and left them on the counter while we went for a shower. Stepping out of
the shower we were both hard once more and stayed that way while we cleaned
up the kitchen and washed the pots and cutlery we had used. Cracking a beer
each, we went back into the living room and sat down side by side on the
couch.