Date: Tue, 05 Jun 2012 00:36:31 -0700
From: Karl <karlsfriend@gmail.com>
Subject: The Family Camping Trip I

Hi again.  I've got a lot of free time on my hands these days and thought
I'd figure out a way to take out my frustration.  The result are these
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you are so inclined, get out the oils.  Please sit back and enjoy.

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The Family Camping Trip
Part I

I was almost 13 and now, with school ended and summer started, we were
about to go on the 'family vacation'.  We'd gone every year since I was a
kid and I usually looked forward to going but this year was a little
different.

I'd just started having weird feelings and my dickie started getting hard
if the wind blew.  My best friend Josh suddenly wanted to talk about girls
all the time.  He said he started getting hair around his 'cock' as he
liked to call it now.  I didn't have any hair there yet but I'd noticed
other boys in my gym class.  They started getting hair and, was it just my
imagination or were their dickies getting bigger?

I was roused out of my thoughts by my dad saying, "C'mon Stevie, get the
lead out.  I need some help with these tents."  I looked up and jumped out
of the car.  My dad was a good dad as far as dads go, but lately he seemed
to be yelling at me all the time.

"Okay!", I grumbled back.

I got out of the station wagon and helped him with the tents.  My mom and
my sisters were busy unloading the coolers and cooking stuff, afterwards
they were going run to the little market on the other side of the lake and
get some supplies.  My little sisters were the apple of my dad's eye.  The
'twins' could do no wrong.  If they were doing something wrong, it was my
fault for not keeping an eye on them.  They bugged me.

This year was gonna be different too because my friend Josh didn't come
with us.  There were usually other kids my age at the campground but I
didn't know them 'cause Josh and I usually hung out by ourselves.  This
year he went away to a camp.  He'd left the day before we did and I already
kinda missed him.  He may want to talk about girls all the time but I could
usually steer the conversation to something we were both interested in.

I was helping my dad put up the tents (and realizing how much harder it was
without Josh) when a kid about my age came over from one of the campsites
down the row.

"Hi.  My dad said I should come down and see if you guys want help," he
said in a 'I don't want to but my dad said I have to' kinda way.

My dad, oblivious to the tone, said, "That would be great.  Stevie here
seems to have lost all coordination."

The kid looked at me then my dad and said, "Oh, okay."

He came over next to me and said, "Hey, I'm Tommy."

"Hey," I managed.  I didn't quite know what was going on but my heart beat
picked up a little and I felt funny in my stomach.  He had shaggy blond
hair and sun tanned arms.  He was wearing a shirt that said, 'I'm with
stupid' which I thought was kinda funny.

Suddenly my dad burst out laughing.  I looked up at him and he was looking
at the two of us.  I looked down and the arrow on Tommy's shirt was
pointing at me.  I looked at Tommy and he gave me a guilty laugh and said,
"Sorry."  I gave a little laugh too.

"Very funny dad," I smirked.  That seemed to break a lot of the tension
that was between us the last couple of hours.

While we set up the tents Tommy and I talked about school and weren't we
glad it was over.  He said that he was from Nebraska and they'd been there
for two days.

"Yeah.  My dad brought the boat here so we could try it out on the lake,
plus he said there'd be better fishing here," he went on.

"Hi neighbor," I heard a voice boom from behind us.  I turned around and
there, standing a few feet away was one of the most handsome men I'd ever
seen.  He towered over me.  He was about 6'3", dark brown hair and had a
muscualr and hairy chest. My mouth went dry.  He was wearing a pair of
khaki shorts and flip flops.  I could see the hair on his belly and it went
right down into his shorts.  I stared a little longer than I had intended.

Just then Tommy said, "Hi dad.  I'm helping like you told me to."

"Now, now Tommy.  I didn't say you had to, I said it would be nice if you
did," he said with a look that said, 'isn't that right'.

"Well, it certainly is appreciated," my dad said.  "Jack, Jack Patterson.
How are you doing?"

Tommy's dad stuck out a hand and said, "Well, what do you know, two Jacks.
I'm Jack Westinghouse.  Pleasure to meet you."  "Wanna beer?", he asked
handing my dad one of the beers in his hand.

My dad looked around a little and said, "Thanks.  Amanda, that's my wife,
doesn't like me to bring beer up here.  But I can't be anti-social now, can
I?", and took the beer from Tommy's dad.

"And I'd be insulted if you didn't take it," Mr. Westinghouse said in a
conspiratorial tone.

They both chukled and talked while we all put up the tents.  They were
talking quietly for a while and I heard my dad say, "Really? That'd be
great."

The big tent was for my mom, dad and the twins and they agreed I could have
a little pup tent next to theirs.  My dad had actually talked my mom into
it.  He said a boy my age 'needed his privacy'.  I wasn't quite sure what
he meant by it, but I was glad to be by myself.

"My mom didn't come with us," Tommy said to me.  "She said she didn't want
to 'spend her vacation time sleeping on the ground this year'.  She went to
my aunt's house in Florida.  So my dad and I came here," Tommy said in a
voice that suggested he didn't want to sleep on the ground either.  "But my
dad said I could drive the boat some while we were here.  My mom wouldn't
ever let me drive it at home," he added with a smile.  "You wanna go out
with us?"

I'd never really been on a boat other than the fishing boat that had oars.
It sounded fun.  I asked, "Does it go very fast?"

"Oh yeah.  We can go skiing if the water warms up," he said brightly.

"Stevie, when your mom and sisters get back from the store tell her I'm
down by the lake.  I'm gonna go look at Mr. Westinghouse's boat," my dad
announced as he and Mr. Westinghouse headed down the path.  "And don't tell
her about the beer," emphasizing the 'don't'.

"But why can't I ...," he cut me off.

"Because you need to wait here for your mother," he said, indicating this
was not up for discussion.

"Tommy, you stay here with him.  Keep him company," Tommy's dad said.

"Bu..," Tommy started but then looked at his dad and decided it was better
to stay.

After they'd gone from sight I said, "Well, that's not fair.  I wanna see
your boat too."

"They're probably gonna smoke some pot," Tommy said softly like he was
letting me in on a secret.

Smoke pot?  My dad?  My dad didn't do that.  My dad was an analyst at an
oil company.  The most I'd ever seen him do was get a little drunk at some
of the family barbecues.

"Really?  Your dad smokes pot?", I asked.

"Yeah.  That's part of the reason he likes to go camping.  He thinks I
don't know but I've seen him down by the lake when he thinks I'm asleep.  I
think that's part of the reason my mom didn't want to come too.  When they
think I'm asleep I hear my dad trying to have sex with her," he said as
conversationally as if he were telling me about a tv show.

"You've heard your parents have sex?", I asked amazed.  Oh god, I could
feel my dickie getting hard.

"Yeah.  I hear them all the time at home.  Well, what I really hear is my
dad trying to have sex but my mom saying 'no'.  Then my dad will say,
'Fine.  I'll take care of it myself' and that's the end of it," he said.
And then, with an evil grin he said, "Once I watched them.  I was a little
kid and they left the door to their bedroom open.  I don't think they
expected me to be up.  I watched for a really long time as my dad laid on
top of my mom and was shoving his thing into her and then my dad grunted
and groaned and laid down on my mom.  She happened to look over and saw me
standing there," he laughed almost to himself. "She started screaming at
me, then at my dad, then at me again."

"What happened?", I whispered.

"Well, I ran back to my room.  A little later my dad came in and asked what
I'd seen and I told him I watched him 'beating up mommy'.  My dad tried to
assure me that's not what was happening and that I'd understand when I got
older", he laughed out loud.  "Until I learned to jerk off I still thought
that's what he was doing."

I wasn't 'quite' sure what jerking off was but I had heard some of the
other boys at school talking about it and, at that moment, thought I'd just
keep my lack of understanding to myself.

"Did you get in trouble?", my stomach was doing flip flops but I wanted to
know more.

"No.  But they always made sure the door was closed after that," he
shrugged.  "So now I just listen at the door sometimes."

I'd never even thought of my parents having sex.  I'd never even imagined
my mom naked.  I'd seen my dad naked.  We used the showers at the
campgrounds.  Until I was about 6 or 7 he made me take a shower with him.
He made me start taking a shower on my own when I decided one day to wash
his dickie for him.  He let me wash it for a while and then made me stop.
We quickly rinsed off and went back to the tent.  From then on he said I
could take a shower on my own.  I wasn't quite sure what I'd done wrong but
I knew not to talk about it.

"So you've seen your dad naked?", I quavered.

"Yeah," he said flatly.  "I've caught him with a hardon a couple of times.
We only have one bathroom upstairs so if someone has to use the bathroom
and someone's in the shower we just go in and use it.  I've watched my dad
through the shower door stroking himself," he added.

"And he didn't yell at you?", I asked quietly, feeling my dickie swelling
to a painful state.

"No.  He acted like I wasn't there.  Once, when he figured I must be
looking because I had stood in the bathroom so long, he actually jacked off
and let his jizz hit the glass shower door," he said in a way that made me
shiver.

I wasn't quite sure what 'jizz' was but I knew it must be something that he
shouldn't have seen.

Just then the car pulled into the campsite.  My mom got out with a bag full
of groceries and my sisters got out holding candy bars.  My mom looked over
and said, "Who's your new friend?"

"Mom, this is Tommy," I said in an obligated tone.  "Tommy this is my mom."

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Patterson," Tommy said in a voice that was almost
robotic.

"Where's your father?", mom asked looking around.

I almost panicked but Tommy came to the rescue and said, "They went to see
our boat.  But we'll go get them now that you're back."

"Oh, okay," my mom said in a satisfied tone.  "Well, we're having
sandwiches tonight.  The store said they haven't stocked up yet," she said
as she and my sisters went into the tent and start putting things together.

"Wanna go and see what our dads are doing?", Tommy asked.  He saw that I
had the look of someone who'd been given an order and added, "Hey, your dad
just said you had to stay so someone was here when she got back.  She's
back.  Let's go."

Feeling drawn into my new friends power I said, "Okay."

"Good," Tommy smiled and shouted to my mom, "Mrs. Patterson, we're going to
find our dads."

"Alright," my mom said sticking her head out of the tent, "Does your mom
want to come up?"

"She's not with us.  She went to my aunts instead," he replied.

"Oh, well, maybe you and your dad can have sandwiches with us," my mom said
smiling.

"Okay.  I'll ask.  Thank you Mrs. Patterson," again in a robotic tone.

She waved and we headed off toward he and his dad's tent.  We walked down
the road to their campsite but no one was there.  Tommy pulled open the
tent door but no sign of my dad or his.  He looked at me and said, "Maybe
they did go look at the boat.  C'mon."

I followed him down a path to the lake.  As we were heading down we saw the
figures of two guys walking up the path.  They were laughing and joking.
The voice sounded like my dad but I'd never heard him laughing like that.
He sounded younger.  I started to panic but Tommy grabbed my arm and said,
"Hey!"  I watched the figure that was my dad stiffen up.

"I thought I said to stay up...", my dad began in an angry tone.

"Sorry Mr. Patterson.  Mrs. Patterson got back and said we should come get
you for dinner," Tommy lied.  "And dad, she asked if we wanted to have
sandwiches with them," he continued.

Tommy's dad said, "Yum!  I'm starving!", then he and my dad burst out
laughing.  Well at least he wasn't mad.

We all headed back to the campsite and I was beginning to truly admire my
new found friend.  He knew how to word things so that they weren't exatly a
lie but sounded like the truth.

We got back to the tent and my dad introduced Tommy's dad and we all sat
around a campfire my mom had built.  Eventually my mom said she was tired
and she and the girls were going to bed.  My dad said, "I'm just gonna walk
with JW down to his campsite."  For the purposes of the evening my dad was
JP and Tommy's dad was JW, which for some reason they thought was
hysterical.

They headed down the path and Tommy said, "Well, I guess that means me too.
I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," and thought, this isn't going to be so bad after all.

I climbed into my tent, pulled off my t-shirt and shorts and laid there
thinking about Tommy.  And thinking about Tommy's dad.  My dickie was so
hard right now.  He had actually watched his dad 'jerk off'.  I wanted to
watch Tommy's dad jerk off.  Then I thought about it some more.  I wondered
if 'my' dad jerks off?  The thought of it sent shivers from my head to my
feet.  I also felt my dickie getting even harder.  I felt compelled to put
my hand around it.  It felt so hot and my cool hand felt so good.  I rubbed
it a little and realized that it sent a tingling feeling through my whole
body.  I rubbed it more and pretty soon I was rubbing my hand along my 3"
of turgid boy meat.  Then it hit me.  My body tensed and I saw stars. I let
out a loud moan, felt my body slump and my dickie go soft.  What the hell
just happened?  Then I heard my dad chuckle and say, "G'night Stevie."  I
heard him unzip the flap to the tent, zip it back up and then I thought I
heard my mom giggling, then moaning.  What the hell?

The next morning when I woke up my dickie was hard as a rock again.  I knew
what would make it go away and I couldn't wait to try out my new found
experience again but heard my mom getting breakfast ready and the twins
just outside my tent looking at bugs.

I quickly pulled on my shorts and t-shirt.  My dickie was not going down.
I quickly got up with my hands in front of my crotch and headed for the
bathrooms.  I walked up to one of the urinals and started a strained
attempt at peeing with my erect penis.  Just then a dad walked in with his
little son.  He stepped up to the urinal as his son stood next to him.  His
son kept staring right at my erection.  Then the dad looked at me then down
at my hard as a rock dickie.  He smiled and said, as he hauled out the
goods, "Looks like you got the old morning wood.  Stop staring Jeffie.
You'll make him uncomfortable."

The weird thing was, it didn't make me uncomfortable.  It made me more
excited.  I continued to try to pee but purposely stepped back a fraction
of an inch to let the kid get a good view.  The dad finished, smiled at me
and said, "Good luck with that."  Then, he walked away with Jeffie staring
at me and grabbing at his own little crotch.  Finally I couldn't take it
anymore.  I quickly ran into one of the stalls, pulled down my shorts and
started rubbing myself again.  I kept thinking about Mr. Westinghouse and
his hardon.  About Jeffie watching me.  Suddenly, the feeling came again.
My eyes clenched tight and I saw stars and then a few quick shivers.  My
dickie started to go soft and I felt relaxed.

I washed my hands and was walking back to the campsite when I saw Tommy
heading toward me.  He was smiling and, for whatever reason, made my
insides tingle a little.  He didn't have a shirt on but had the same shorts
he was wearing yesterday.

"Hey, my dad wants to know if you and your parents want to go on the boat
with us," he said picking up speed.

Just then my dad stepped out of the tent looking a little worse for wear.
He looked over at us and said, "Hey Tommy."  He headed off in the direction
of the bathrooms.  My mom walked out with some aluminum foil packages and
put them on a small campfire she'd built.

"Hey Mrs. Patterson.  My dad wants to know if you want to go out on the
boat with us?", he asked excitedly.

My mom looked at him with a big smile and then toward the bathroom.  "Let
me talk to Mr. Patterson about it first, okay?", she said cheerfully.

"Okay," Tommy said.  "You wanna come down and have cereal with us?", he
asked looking at me.

I looked at my mom pleadingly.  "Oh, go ahead.  But don't go anywhere
else," she said smiling and shooing me away.

Tommy and I started walking toward his campsite when I felt I needed to
tell someone about my new discovery.

"Last night," I started slowly, "I was laying in my tent and rubbed my
dickie and then something really weird happened."

He looked at me and said, "Your dickie?"  He snorted a little.

Suddenly I was embarrassed and was not going to tell him anymore of my
story.

"You mean you never jerked off before?", he asked genuinely surprised.

So THAT'S what jerking off was.  "Well, no," I just sort of whispered
feeling like I wanted to head back to my tent.

"Dude, sorry I laughed.  I've just haven't used the word dickie since I was
like 3," he said lightly.

"Well, my friend Josh says 'cock'," I said knowingly.

"That's cool too.  I just call mine my dick.  No "e" at the end," he said
with a little swagger.

"So you've done it a lot?", I quizzed him.

"Oh my god!  Like 8 times a day.  I just started to make jizz.  It's really
cool," he said excitedly.  "Up until last month I would just get like a
drop at the end of my dick, but now I get like 3 or 4 spurts."

"Oh, I haven't done that yet," I confessed.  Then I wondered, "What do you
think about when you're doing it."

He froze for just the briefest moment and said, "Oh, you know, sexy stuff."

"Oh," I managed.

Just then his dad came out of the tent.  He had on the same pair of khaki
shorts and nothing else.  "Hey Stevie, how's it hangin'", he asked
jokingly.  "Huh?", I grunted.

"He means, 'how are you'," Tommy said rolling his eyes. "Dad, Stevie is
gonna have cereal with us."

"Okay.  What do you want?  We got Cap'n Crunch or Frosted Flakes," he said
holding up both boxes.

I pointed at the Cap'n Crunch and he said, "Good choice.  A man after my
own heart."

He poured out three bowls and added some milk.  Tommy and I sat on an old
log that was at their campsite and Mr. Westinghouse sat directly across
from us on a canvas stool.  We sat there eating and not saying much when I
noticed I could see right up JW's shorts.  I nearly dropped my spoon.  The
two of them started talking about going out on the boat but my eyes were
now focused directly up his shorts.  He didn't have any underwear on, that
much I could tell.  I could see his penis definitely snaking down one side
of his shorts.  It was a little dark but then he casually moved his leg a
little and I had an even better view.  I was seriously hard again.  I was
thinking about how I wanted to touch it.  I wanted to see it hard.  I
wanted to see it squirt 'jizz'.

I realized he and Tommy had stopped talking.  I looked up.
Mr. Westinghouse was staring right at me.  I looked over and Tommy who was
looking at me and smiling.  I felt my face on fire.  I wanted to get up and
run but I was frozen in place.  Tommy's dad must have seen the panic on my
face because he said, "Relax li'l dude.  Look as much as you want."

I wasn't sure if this was better or worse.  I started to say something to
Tommy but he stopped me and said, "That's what I think about."

I didn't know what to say.  How did he know?  What should I do now?  Just
then I heard my dad down the road saying, "Hey JW.  Amanda said you asked
about going out on the boat.  We think it'd be great.  She said she'd pack
sandwiches if you want."

Tommy's dad stood up and I wasn't sure but I thought I could see the
outline of his dick, even in the khakis.

"That sounds great!", Tommy's dad said.  "I think we have enough life
preservers for everyone.  If not the people next to us are pretty nice.
They'd probably loan us a couple.  We even have a couple for the girls.  I
think Tommy has grown out of his and we used to keep an extra just in case
he brought a friend."

"Great!  When you wanna head out?", my dad asked.

"Well, we'd better check on those life preservers first," he said to my dad
giving him a wink.

"Oh, yeah, ...let's go do that," my dad said like a bad school boy.

"Stevie, you and Tommy go tell your mom we're gonna head out in a few
minutes," my dad said in a voice that meant, you're not coming with us
right now.  "And say the sandwiches would be a great idea."  Then they
walked down the path to the lake.

"I'm so embarrassed," was all I could say.

"Why?  'Cause you were looking at my dad?  He's cool with it.  We've talked
about it and he said no matter what it's cool with him.  If I like girls,
great.  If I like boys, that's okay too.  He said I had to be who I was,"
he said in an admiring tone.  "So when I told him I didn't have the same
feeling for girls he said that when he was my age he liked boys and girls.
He said that when he married mom he promised to be faithful and he took
that promise very seriously.  He said he still looks at guys sometimes but
he said he keeps his promises."

"So did your dad have sex with other guys?", I was shaking.

"Yeah.  He told me being with a man is a completely different experience
than being with a woman.  He explained that guys know what guys like.  He
said women know what guys like too, but not in the same way," he said
remembering the conversation.  Then he looked at me and said, "Do you want
to have sex?"

If felt like someone had sucked all the air out of my lungs.  For the
second time in two days my mouth went completely dry and I couldn't say
anything.  Tommy looked at me and took my lack of response as a no.

"It's okay dude.  I get it," he began.

"Yes," was all I could say.

His face lit up and he said, "Cool" and reached over and stuck his hand up
my shorts leg and rubbed my hard boy dick.  "Mmmmm, I can't wait.  But we
gotta go tell your mom or we'll never get on the boat.  We're gonna have so
much fun," he said as he stood up and I could see his erection in his
shorts too.  He looked down, stuck his hand down his shorts and pulled it
up, vaguely hiding his erection.  He said, "C'mon, I'll race ya," and took
off running.

I was in heaven.  I ran after him but he had a huge head start on me.  We
were both out of breath by the time we got back to our campsite.

My mom stuck her head out of the tent and said, "Where's your father?"

"They went to check on the life preservers, Mrs. Patterson," Tommy hopped
in.

"And he said sandwiches would be great," I added.

"Okay, well, give me a couple of minutes.  Girls, get your swimsuits on,"
she said as she headed back into the tent.

After we heard my mom busy with my sisters Tommy said, "So I think you
should stay at our camp tonight."

"Yeah, but I have my own tent," I protested.

"Yeah but my dad knows what we're doing.  He won't mind the noise," Tommy
pressed.

"But aren't you and your dad sharing the tent?", I asked a little
breatlessly, finally getting the scope of what was happening.

He'd be able to see us, I thought.  Then I ran that thought through my head
again.  He'd be able to see us...and maybe I'd be able to see him too.  The
thought made my heart race a little bit.

"Yeah, but like I said, he won't mind.  Would it bother you if he watched
us?", he asked hesitently.

"Awesome!", I said a little louder and a little quicker than I'd meant to.
Tommy's face grew into one huge grin.

My mom stuck her head out of the tent, "What are you two up to?", she
asked.

"Nothing Mr. Patterson.  I was just saying to Stevie that we might be able
to water ski today," he said quickly.  "You can ski too if you wanted."

"Ha ha, very funny mister.  Do I look like a woman who could stand up on
water skis?  But Stevie's father will probably want to.  He used to be
pretty good at it," she said as she pulled out the stuff to make
sandwiches.

"Dad used to water ski?", I asked astonished.

"Your father was quite the sportsman when he was in high school and
college.  He has a lot of trophies and awards in some box in the attic.
You take after him a little in that way.  I bet you'd be up in the water in
no time," she continued.  "He was the handsomest man in our high school.
He used to make my knees go wobbly," she said half to herself.  Then she
seemed to snap out of it and said, "Alright, enough of that.  You two wrap
the sandwiches in plastic wrap and I'll get ready."

Tommy and I wrapped the sandwiches and put them in a cooler.  My mom came
out in her swimsuit that had a little jacket that matched and a big sun
hat.  The twins had matching swimsuits.  Tommy did a lame attempt at a wolf
whistle at my mom and she giggled and said, "Get going mr smarty pants."

As we were heading down the road to the path for the beach my dad and
Tommy's dad were just getting to the road.  They looked over at my mom and
my dad broke out in the biggest grin I'd seen on him in a long time.
"There's my girl," he said as he grabbed her and kissed her.  My mom pulled
back and gave him a look like she smelled something.

"Have you been...?  Are you two...?"  She looked down at the girls and
said, "Maybe the girls and I should stay back at the campsite."

"No.  C'mon babe.  Just a little.  We're fine," my dad said reading her
mind.

My mom seemed to think about it a little and said, "Okay, but if I say we
go home, we go home.  Right?"

"No problem Amanda.  You're word is law, I promise," chimed in
Mr. Westinghouse.  "Be a shame to waste that beautiful swimsuit on the
campers here," he said and broke out into a big toothy grin.

My mom blushed as I had never seen her blush.  She submitted and said,
"Alright then.  You promised."

The girls were getting bored and said so.  My mom grabbed them and said,
"So where's this boat?"

We walked down to the water.  As we headed toward the nicest boat at the
docks Mr. Westinghouse stepped in front of it and said, "Welcome aboard the
Cap'n Crunch."  I looked at the back of the boat and he hadn't lied.  The
boat said 'Cap'n Crunch'.  My mom burst out laughing which made everyone
else laugh.

When we got on board I had never seen anything so nice.  We went below
'into the cabin' to change into our swimsuits.  I was looking around at all
the woodwork when I saw a bunch of pictures on one wall.  As I looked I saw
pictures of Tommy and his dad, and his dad with, what I guessed was his mom
and then an older picture of his dad with another handsome guy.

"Who's that?", I asked Tommy.

He leaned down a little and said, "That's Alan, my dad's boyfriend from
college.  He doesn't like to talk about it.  That was before he met my
mother.  She doesn't like him to put it up, but he says that this boat
makes him think of him and since it did belong to Alan too, it was only
fair."

"What happened?", I asked quietly.

"He died.  That's all I know.  Dad won't talk about it.  But I did hear my
mom and him get into a big fight over the picture once.  She decided to let
him keep it.  It's the only time I ever saw him get really angry," he said.

Just then we heard his dad yell, "C'mon guys.  We're getting ready to head
out."  We hurried and changed and I got to see Tommy's little butt.  It was
bright white against his tan skin.  He pulled up his swim trunks and turned
around.  He saw me staring, smiled and looked between my legs.  I was hard
as a rock.  Again, he said, "Race ya!" and took off running.

We got on deck and headed out onto the lake.  We set anchor out a ways and
since it was still a little early in the season there weren't a lot of
boats out.  Tommy and I jumped in the water and swam around.  It was REALLY
cold.  Eventually my mom looked down and said, "You guys get back in the
boat.  Your lips are turning blue."

When we got out we were cold to the bone.  We hadn't really noticed because
we were swimming around but we could really feel it when we got out.  We
went below deck again and started to change.  Tommy turned his back and
slowly lowered his swimming trunks.  I just stood there watching them slide
down his legs.  His perfect white little butt came into view and my dick
went hard.  He stepped out of them and turned around.  He was rock hard.
His dick was a little shorter than mine but twice as thick.  It had skin
around the head of it.  I had been circumcised (later I found out to the
protests of my father).  He looked up at me like he was showing me a brand
new toy.  He licked his finger tips and then put them on the tip of his
penis.  He used the moisture from his mouth and slowly skinned back his
foreskin.  I stood there in amazement.  He exposed a bright red helmet.  I
couldn't help it.  I started to shiver.  He took his hand off his hard boy
dick and brought it over to my hand.  He slowly took my hand and brought it
over to his raging hardon.  I wrapped my hand around it and he sighed.  He
wrapped his hand around mine and gave it a few strokes.  I was shaking.

He said, "Hold out your hand."  I cupped my hand under his erection and he
started pumping really fast.  I watched as the little helmet disappeared
and reappeared under the skin.  His face started to take on a desperate
look and his breathing got heavier and quicker.  Then, he stopped.  His
body locked up and small streams of almost clear pearly white liquid came
out of his dick.  I started to pull my hand away but he grabbed my wrist
and held it there.  When he finished he took my hand and held it to my
mouth.  "Lick it," he commanded.  My first thought was, 'eww gross', my
second thought was, 'whatever you want'.  I stuck my tongue out and licked
up some of the liquid.  It tasted salty but not completely unpleasant.
"All of it," he said in the same commanding tone.  I did.

When I had licked up the last of it he smiled and said, "You just ate my
jizz."

"That was jizz," I asked with the aftertaste still on my tongue.

"Yeah.  Jizz, cum, whatever.  I love the taste.  Did you like it?", he
asked hopefully.

"I guess," was all I could say.  "It was a little salty."

"Yeah.  Sometimes it saltier..."

"Okay boys, we're gonna eat lunch," I heard my mom say.

We hurriedly pulled on our shorts and got on deck.  We ate lunch and sat in
the sun and listened to our dads compare athletic achievments.  Tommy's dad
had been on the water polo team in high school and got a scholarship to
college with his friend Alan.  He played for a couple of years but
something happened and he quit.  He didn't really go into why but I
suspected that's when something happened to Alan.  My dad started telling
stories about running track and winning all sorts of medals.  How he'd come
in second in Men's 50 butterfly state championship.  He said he still swam
at work where they had a full executive gym.

I had no idea my dad still did any sort of exercise.  He never really
talked about anything much.  He seemed to always be at work.  Occasionally
he'd come to one of my games or show up to pick me up from practice but he
never really said much.  This was the most I'd ever heard my dad talk to
anyone.  Mr. Westinghouse brought that out in him.  I liked the guy that
was talking to Mr. Westinghouse.  I looked over at my mother who was
listening and smiling and admiring the man she married.  I didn't ever
remember her looking at him that way before.

We'd been out for a few hours and Mr. Westinghouse said, "Well, lets head
back in.  We'll stop by the store and pick up a couple of steaks and have
steaks tonight."  My mom said, "Well, we've got soup and stuff.  I could
whip us up some dinner."  But Mr. Westinghouse said, "Dinner's on me
tonight.  Then he pulled up anchor and we headed toward the other side of
the lake.  It had never occurred to me that we didn't have to drive all the
way around the lake.  It was directly across and we could see if from the
camping area but we'd never had a boat.  There was even a little dock just
for people shopping at the market.  Dad and Mr. Westinghouse came out
carrying a bag of groceries and a bottle of wine.  He reached into the bag
and handed Tommy and me a couple of cans of Coke and the girls got juice
boxes.

When we got back to the dock Mr. Westinghouse said, "Well, we'll get
cleaned up and head over to your place in about an hour."  My mom and dad
agreed that they needed to get cleaned up too.  Once we got back to the our
camping area mom grabbed everything for her and the girls and headed off to
the women's showers.  Dad grabbed his dopp kit and whistled for me to
follow.  As we were walking over my dad was really quiet.  Finally he said,
"Stevie. You know you're getting to be a young man now.  Certain things are
going to start happening with your body.  If you feel like you want to talk
about them let me know.  I'm your dad.  I want you to know that I'm here."

We continued to walk in silence.  Finally I said, testing the water, "I
jerked off last night."

"Okay...," he said.  "That's normal for a boy your age."

"But it was the first time I did it," I said in a low voice.

"Oh," he said.  He was quiet for a while and said, "Well, my guess is
you're going to be doing a lot more of it."  Then he looked at me, smiled
and said, "It's a great thing."

I didn't know how to respond to this.  I just turned about 70 shades of red
and he laughed.  "Look Stevie.  We all do it.  Anyone who says they don't
do it is lying."

"Do you do it?", I asked.

He stopped.  Looked at me again and winked, "We ALL do it."

We got to the showers and I had all this new information about my dad.  The
showers were arranged in rows of cinderblock stalls with shower curtains.
There was a cinderblock bench in each one 'so the old folks can sit' as my
dad used to say.  I wanted to go into the one with my dad like when I was a
kid but I figured that would be pushing it so he went into the first stall
and I went into the one next to him.  It was still a little early so we
were the only ones in there.  I heard my dad take off his shorts and he
started to whistle.  He turned on his shower and I heard the water start
hitting his body.  He let out a loud, long sigh.  I took off my shorts and
turned on the shower in my stall.  Then it occurred to me.  I could
probably stand on the bench and look down into my fathers stall.  I was
shaking at the thought.  What if he caught me?  Would he be mad?  Would he
punish me?  At this point my dick was making all the decisions.  With the
shower running I stepped up onto the bench.  It was just high enough that I
couldn't see over.  I managed to pull myself up and then I was looking down
at my father showering.  He was soaping his chest with the big bar of soap
he'd pulled from his bag.  He had a good handful of lather as he moved it
down toward his very big handful of dick.  Since I hadn't seen it in a few
years I didn't remember it that well.  I think I'd tried to block that
memory.  But there he was.  He took a little more soap and stroked at his
dick.  It was getting hard.  Oh my god.  My dad's dick was getting hard.
It was starting to get thicker and he pulled at the head with one hand and
soaped up under his balls with the other.

Then I couldn't hold on any longer.  I slipped back onto the cinderblock
bench knocking over my shampoo bottle.  It clattered to the floor.  My dad
called over, "Everything okay over there?"

"Yeah, I just dropped the soap," I yelled back.

He laughed and said, "back up to the wall before you pick it up."

I had no idea what that meant but was a wreck anyway.  I grabbed the
shampoo and lathered up my hand.  I started pulling on my dick the way I'd
watched my father do.  It felt great.  Then I decided to do the next step.
I put my soapy hand under my balls and...I thought I was going to blow
through the roof.  I felt my legs go to jelly and I moaned much louder than
I thought I could and started jerking in convulsions.  I was really
grateful for the benches.  I sat there for a minute or two just to catch my
breath.  That's when I heard a soft but distinguishable grunt from my
fathers side of the cinderblocks.  By the sound of the way the water was
hitting his body he had stopped moving.  Then I heard him start to whistle
and soap up again.  About 5 minutes later we both emerged from our showers
very relaxed.

As we walked back to the campsite my dad looked over at me and seemed to be
reconfirming his earlier statement, "We all do it."

'Who is this guy' was all I could think.

When we got back to the campsite mom and the twins were busy getting the
fire ready and mom brought out some potatoes and carrots.  The girls
wrapped them in aluminum foil for my mother (we were all getting along).
About 30 minutes later Tommy and his dad came up.  He had the bag with the
groceries and the bottle of wine.  Inside the bag were some steaks and a
pie.  JW took the steaks and put them over the fire.  They smelled
incredible.  Mom took the vegetables out of the some of the embers where
they'd been cooking and put them on a plate.  The steaks were soon done and
we all ate our fill.  The girls were nodding off so mom put them to bed.
When she came out dad handed her a glass of wine.

"We're being awfully bad," she giggled.

Tommy and I talked a lot about some video games we liked.  He was showing
me the different constellations and the grown ups talked.  Eventually
everyone got sleepy.

"Can Stevie stay with us?", Tommy said quickly.  I held my breath.

"Don't be silly," my mom said.  "You guys don't have room for Stevie."

Not to be deterred Tommy said, "We have a 6 sleeper.  Dad won't care, will
you dad?"

"It's up to the Pattersons, but, no I don't mind," he said and gave a smile
to my mom.

"Well, I don't...", she continued, but my dad cut in.  "Oh Amanda, it's
okay.  It's just boys being boys," he said and looked over at me.  Did I
see a slight wink?  "Besides, if he gets to be too much trouble JW can send
him home," he said.  "If you're sure it's okay," my dad said looking at
Mr. Westinghouse.

"No trouble.  I'm about to fall over now," he said with a tired yawn.

"Well, okay.  But really JW if they get too restless...", my mom
reiterated.

"Alright then boys, let's head for the homestead," Mr. Westinghouse stood
up and stretched.  The shirt he had on raised enough for me to see his
belly and the hair on it.  Tommy and I got up and started walking ahead of
his dad.  We were walking far enough ahead that I felt comfortable
whispering, "So do you think your dad will fall asleep or what?"

"Nah, he's not really as tired as he's pretending.  I can tell," he
whispered back.

My dick was now on high alert.  It was straining my shorts again.  I said,
hoping against hope, "Do you think he'll watch us?"

"Probably," he said and gave me an evil grin.

We got to the tent and unzipped the flap.  It was pretty big inside.  On
one side was an air mattress with a sleeping bag on top of it.  On the
other side there were two air mattresses and two sleeping bags zipped
together.  "I wanted us to be comfortable," Tommy grinned and grabbed my
crotch.  Just then his dad came in behind us and I pulled away from Tommy.

"You two don't mind me.  Just pretend like I'm not here," he said as he
pulled his shirt over his head.  He scratched his chest and I just wanted
to bury my head in his chest.  Tommy said, "C'mon.  Let's get undressed."

I pulled my shirt over my head as quickly as I could.  I didn't want to
miss one second of Tommy's dad pulling his clothes off.  Tommy was already
standing next to me naked.  He grabbed the button to my shorts to unbutton
them but I stopped him.  I wanted to watch his dad get naked.
Mr. Westinghouse looked up at the two of us and then unbuttoned his shorts.
I was holding my breath.  They dropped to the ground.  There standing in
front of me was a god.  I watched in slow motion and he reached down and
released the thing that made the boy standing next to me.  He looked up at
me.  He smiled and laid down on his air mattress with his eyes watching us.
I felt Tommy's hands at my shorts again.  This time I quickly pulled them
off.  My 3" dick never felt so big.  Mr. Westinghouse got a big smile on
his face and said, "Sweeeet."

Tommy pulled me onto the sleeping bags.  Then he laid me on my back.  I
looked up at him and he was staring right into my eyes.  He got on top of
me.  I could feel the cool air between us and then felt his warm body
sliding down over me.  His boy meat and my boy meat were laying next to
each other. As I lay there enjoying the sensations I watched as his face
moved toward mine.  Then I felt his lips on mine.  He started kissing me.
I had never kissed anyone like this before.  The weight of him on top of
me.  The feel of his erection next to mine.  I grabbed Tommy and held him
against me.  Tommy gripped back harder.  We were kissing and rubbing
against each other like wild animals.  I felt the tension swelling between
us.  We were starting to sweat and the rubbing was become becoming more
sensual.  Tommy grabbed me and froze.  That's when I felt the spurts happen
between our bodies.  My body responded and I felt the new feeling I'd come
to love.  We both fell silent and limp.

I looked over at Mr. Westinghouse.  He was smiling and stroking a huge
erection.  It was at least 7" and really thick.  He gave me a wink and
said, "Nicely done l'il dude."  I started to get up so I could go over and
touch it but Tommy grabbed my arm.  He pulled me back.  I wasn't sure why
but I knew I couldn't go over there.  Tommy grabbed his shirt and wiped up
between us.  I laid on my back again but continued to watch
Mr. Westinghouse.  He kept his eye on us.  I felt Tommy shifting around and
then I felt it.  I looked down at my dick and Tommy had it in his mouth.
He began sucking it gently at first.  I laid there and marveled in the
feelings that were going on in my body.  He started rubbing under my balls
just like I'd watched my dad doing.  I looked over at Mr. Westinghouse.
His eyes were locked on Tommy sucking me.  His rhythm picked up as Tommy
sucked me faster and harder.  For the forth time that day I was going to
have an orgasm.  I grabbed Tommy's hair and forced him down on my dick.
This seemed to make his father even more excited.  I tensed up and felt the
surge of ecstasy overcome me.  At the same time I heard Mr. Westinghouse
let out a low, gutteral moan.  I looked over and watched cum shoot out of
his dick.  It shot onto his chest and belly.  It seemed like it wasn't
going to stop.  Finally, he gave one last shudder and fell back.  Then I
felt Tommy grab my hand.  I looked up at him.  He motioned for me to follow
him.  We got up and went and knelt down next to his dad.  Mr. Westinghouse
was laying there with his arms over his head.  I could smell the sweat, the
smoke from the fire and deodorant.  Tommy leaned down over his father and
started licking the jizz off his chest.  Then Tommy sat up with some of it
on his face and put his hand on the back of my head.  He guided my face
toward one of the big heavy strings of his dads cum.  I stuck my tongue out
and licked.  I heard Mr. Westinghouse say under his breath, "Good boy."
Tommy and I continued until we had him cleaned up.  When we were finished
Tommy lead me back to our side of the tent.  We laid down, naked and
spooned until we both fell asleep.  It had been an incredible night.

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I hope you enjoyed this fictional story.  Thanks to those of you who have
sent me your experiences.  There are a couple of you that have been sending
me some great stories.  I wish you'd think about sharing them with the rest
of the Nifty community.  If you have any compliments or good dirty stories
please feel free to email me: karlsfriend@gmail.com