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The Father and Son Outing

By Paul S. Stevens & Hans Schreiber

Chapter #2

"Wow!" I exclaimed as we made our way toward the fire rings with our arms full of wood. "Those new tents are really something. They're a lot easier to set up than the old style ones. You'd never believe it by reading those stupid instructions, though."

"Yeah, you're right, but it was fun helping you get it erected," Wes said with a grin. "How crazy is it that they actually used that word in the directions?"

"Yeah, I know, that's whack," I agreed.

"I'm guessing you don't do much camping." Wes observed.

"I do, I just don't like it much. It seems like there's always some sort of problem when we go. I just don't look forward to going anywhere with my Dad when he wants to get away from home for some lame-ass `father-son' bonding time." I said as I made air quotes with my fingers. "And camping's the worst because there's nothing to do but stare at each other and argue."

"You just have to find the right activity that turns you on, that's all," Wes said. "What are you into?"

I stared into space for what seemed like forever as I tried to come up with an answer to his honest straight forward question. Then I looked into those hypnotic eyes of his and did a double take. I didn't dare say the obvious thing that had just popped into my mind.

"I don't know! Nothing really," I said, looking away. I tried to justify my lame answer by giving an even more elaborate lame answer, "The lake is usually too cold or too crowded to swim in, going hiking makes my legs itchy and fishing is just plain boring."

"Wow, you really do hate camping," he said. "Well, sounds like the only thing left is, having sex. It's a well known fact that having sex while camping is the bomb."

I suddenly lost my voice again and I'm sure my face turned bright red from embarrassment since it was the very thing I'd been thinking about in my dirty little mind. I couldn't believe he just blurted it right out like that.

"You've got to try it, man," he continued. "It's fucking intense."

I could do little more than stare into his face. My mouth got dry and my heart started to race and I got that twitch in my dick again. It was like he was reading my mind. I almost freaked out.

"Get it?" Wes paused for effect. "It's fucking intense! In T E N T S!" he grinned as he spelled the word. Fortunately, he didn't notice the other tent in my shorts that had just gotten `erected' for the second time since meeting this delicious cutie.

After a short delay, his joke finally sank in and we both laughed.

"Sorry for my lame attempt at camping humor," he apologized. "I know it's a pretty lame joke, but the expression on your face was priceless. It looked like you thought I was hitting on you. Like you thought I wanted us to sleep together or `get it on' as my old man puts it."

"Yeah, you kinda had me going all right," I chuckled with nervous tension.

We dumped the wood into the bin by the fire pits and dusted ourselves off. Once Wes's volunteer wood donation was delivered, we talked and laughed some more as we walked back towards my tent again since I didn't know where else to go and didn't know where Wes and his dad had set up their camp.

"Seriously though," he said, changing the subject. "Want me to give you a little tour of the campground? I totally know all the best places."

"Sure," I said enthusiastically as we arrived back at my tent. "That'd be dope. Let me go tell my dad that I'll be gone for a while so he won't worry about me and get all pissed off."

"Good idea," Wes said. "I feel for you on that one. My dad is so overprotective, it makes me nuts. I swear he treats me like I'm a five year old most of the time. I hate it. He's like a `Smother Hen'."

"You talk weird," I chuckled.

"What, what?" he asked. "How?"

"Just the things you say are so random and out there sometimes."

He grinned and shrugged. "I'm just me. That's all I know how to be."

"Hey, would you come with me?" I asked. "I want my dad to see that I actually met someone and that I'm not just going off into the woods by myself. His tent is right over there... near the restrooms."

"Our site is near there too, a little closer to the lake," Wes said. "You can meet my dad as well. I haven't checked in since I took off this morning, so I'm due. Hopefully, he hasn't already called Search and Rescue."

"I know the feeling, let's bounce!"

We started to walk off in the direction of my dad's tent when I suddenly thought about all my stuff in the suitcase inside my tent.

"Maybe I should get my stuff and bring it with us so I can put it in my dad's tent until we come back." I said.

"You can leave it there," Wes said. "Everybody here's on the honor system. It'll be safe. Just put it inside and zip up your tent flaps and your fly, it'll be fine."

I looked down. "My fly's not open. Did you say that just so you can say `ha ha, made you look'?"

"Like I said, you don't do much camping," he laughed. "The fly is that outer shell on the tent that keeps the rain off."

"Oh, I knew that," I lied.

"Sure you did."

"Okay," I said with hesitation. "You better be right about this honor roll shit. I got a bunch of stuff I really don't want stolen in there."

"Like what?" he asked.

I was momentarily caught off guard. What the hell was I going to tell him, that I had stuff like a Fleshjack and pornos?

After an awkward silence, he said, "It's okay if you don't wanna tell me. I was just curious. My dad says I ask too many questions when it's none of my business."

"No, its cool," I stammered, "It's just that, some of my electronic stuff is kind of expensive. I probably shouldn't have brought them."

"Oh, well we can get it if you want, but I've never had anything stolen up here before."

"Okay, cool," I agreed. "You're probably right. I guess I'll just leave it there like you said."

I walked a few feet back to my tent and zipped up the tent flap and fly, hoping that Wes knew what he was talking about. We then walked on over to where I had helped my dad set up his area. I still felt a little uneasy, leaving my treasures unattended, but I wanted to show Wes I believed him. I was glad I hadn't unpacked everything yet. I didn't want Wes to see the kind of stuff I'd brought. As we approached my dad's tent, I noticed something strange. There was my dad, sitting side by side with a stranger on a couple of folding lawn chairs in front of his tent, talking away.

"Hi Dad," we both said at the very same time. That seemed to startle both of us.

"Is that your dad?" I asked Wes, whispering under my breath.

"Yeah, that's him," Wes quietly answered.

"I might have known that you two would find each other on your own," Wes's dad said.

"Dad," Wes said, motioning toward me. "This is Seth."

"And Dad," I said, motioning back to my new friend, "This is Wes."

Then my Dad commented, "We were just talking about the possibility of getting you two together, and here you've found each other all by yourselves."

"Wesley," his dad spoke up. "This is Seth's father, Mr. Morgan."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Morgan," Wes said as he bowed his head, extending his hand in greeting.

"Wow! I like that," my dad exclaimed. "You don't see that kind of courtesy very often anymore. Usually, you just get a `Hey' from a teenager."

My dad and Wes then shook hands. Then my dad spoke up next.

"Seth," my dad followed suit. "This is Wesley's father, Mr. Hauser."

To my dad's surprise, I also reached out to shake hands and bowed like Wes had done.

"How do you do, sir?" I smiled.

"Wow," my dad said as he raised his eyebrows. "It looks like Wesley is already having somewhat of a positive influence on my Seth. I think I like it!"

"Hey Dad," I scolded with a teasing grin. "We came to let you know that Wes is gonna show me around the campground. You know, where everything is and stuff. Just so you'll know where I am."

"All right," my dad said. "That sounds fantastic. Please be back by five o'clock. Mr. Hauser has invited us to join him and Wesley for dinner."

"Okay, cool," I said. "Sounds like a plan."

"You guys go off and have some fun now," my dad said. "Get to know each other. We'll see you later."

"Okay! Later!" Wes said.

"Bye," I added as we walked away. "Oh hey, Dad? Could you keep an eye on my tent? I left all my stuff in there."

"Well, you know you pitched your tent pretty far away, but I'll try," he said in a condescending way.

I could hear our dads continue to chatter as we set out to explore. It was as if they intended for us to hear the last few things they said to each other as we walked away.

"I'm glad my Wesley found a new friend closer to his own age," Mr. Hauser said. "He's made some friends here, and also at some of the other places we visit, but they're all so much younger than him. It's rare to find boys his age at places like this. I'm sure he'll have much more fun now that he's got someone closer to his own age who he can relate to more easily."

"The situation is the same with Seth," my dad confessed. "I practically had to drag him here. I told him he might meet someone to be friends with, but he didn't believe me. Your son seems like a really nice young man for Seth to get to know."

By this time, we were far enough away from our dads that we couldn't hear their embarrassing remarks any longer.

"Wow!" I said. "That was intense, and I don't mean T E N T S either."

"Why do you say that?" Wes questioned.

"You saw the two of them," I explained. "They were talking to each other like they've known each other for years."

"Why is that so strange? Look at us," Wes pointed out. "We're doing the exact same thing."

"I know, but my dad's usually not like that," I revealed. "It's just weird, that's all!"

"Well, my dad's super friendly so he probably started it," Wes said. "Neither of us is very shy, actually. Let's just forget about our dads for a while. It's time for the first stop on the tour. I know a place near here that you're gonna love. I think it might help you forget all your troubles with your dad."

"Okay," I said. "I'm ready to try anything!"

"Sweet!" Wes exclaimed. "Follow me. It's a bit of a hike."

"Maybe I should get the map from our car," I suggested. "It has the hiking trails marked on it. I wouldn't want to get lost."

Wes chuckled politely at me. "We won't get lost, and where we're going isn't on the map."

I stepped back a few paces and let Wes lead the way. We walked quite a ways until we left the official campground perimeter. After we hiked a good long while in silence, I finally caved.

"I thought you said this was nearby," I complained.

He just silently waved me on. Wes then maneuvered through some fancy turns as we hiked across a small thicket of bushes and trees. Wes seemed very familiar with the territory and confidently led us to our destination. Then, just like magic, we emerged into a small clearing with an intimately small blue lake at its core.

"Aw, this place is freakin' amazing," I said as my eyes beheld its splendor.

"Here, in this place, you can totally be yourself," Wes said as he sat down on the grassy area at the edge of the water and started taking off his tattered old shoes. "Only a handful of people know about this place. We won't be bothered here."

The ground looked cool and inviting and the thought of letting my feet breathe after all that hiking seemed like a wonderful idea. I sat down next to him and removed my shoes and socks as well while I imagined the two of us taking a stroll along the water's edge and enjoying our own private little spot of nature. The meadow grass was deep green and extended all around us like a wall to wall carpet. The area was surrounded by thick aspens and brush that made the place enchantingly secluded. The small lake was slightly mossy around the edges and shimmered like an emerald in the sunshine. The sky was as blue as Wes's beguiling eyes.

Once we had both shed our footwear, I was going to get up onto my feet and take a walk around. To my surprise, Wes wasn't finished yet. He slipped his tank top off over his head and tossed it down next to his shoes. Even though it was a warm day, the thought of removing my shirt hadn't occurred to me until I watched Wes do it. My eyes quickly scanned his remarkably hairless chest and flat belly as I casually pulled my own shirt off over my head, much the same way that Wes had just done. The sun on my bare skin felt really nice. Before I knew it, Wes was reaching for his shorts. He lifted his butt off the ground and grabbed the waistband of his shorts and boxer briefs together. Before I could say a single word, he slid them both down and off his body with one fluid movement. Wes was now completely bare assed naked and I was both in shock, and at the same time, in awe.

"Holy crap," I exclaimed. "You weren't kidding about not being shy."

"Nope," he proudly said. "There's not a shy boner in my body. Oops, I meant shy bone." Wes grinned as he continued. "Well, don't you get shy on me now! Finish the job. You got this far. Go all the way. It feels great. You'll find it very liberating."

Once again I noticed Wes's way of speaking was sort of strange. I thought maybe because it was just him and his dad and his dad talked kind of formal like too.

"I didn't know you were going to strip naked," I said as I thoroughly checked him out from head to toe, lingering a little too long at his amazing package. The sight of his beautiful body sprawled out beside me made my own package begin to grow for the third time now.

"The trick is, just don't think about it," Wes said. "Reach down, cut loose and enjoy it. After you've let it all out, you'll forget all about being naked and you'll soon forget all your troubles as well. After all, that's what we came here for, right?"

"Do you do this often?" I asked.

"As often as I can, which is never enough," he said. "Whenever we camp here, I always come to this private spot. Even my dad comes here once in a while. He loves it too."

"Wait. You mean he gets naked with you?"

"Hell yeah!" he confirmed. "Everyone who comes here does. It's a kind of secret safe haven for naturists."

"So you're like nudists then?"

"Well, that's kind of an old fashioned word, but yeah. Does that freak you out?"

"No, I guess not."

"Then off with your clothes, dude," Wes challenged. "You said you were ready to try anything, remember? Well, I've been going naked at naturist resorts since I was like five years old. I love it. You'll love it too. Last one in the lake is a tool!"

I felt a numbness come over me as if someone else had taken over and was controlling my body. I watched myself as I pulled off the last of my clothing as if I were possessed. I tossed them aside and raced after Wes into the water as I tried to cover my nakedness without being too obvious. I couldn't seem to get into the water fast enough as I tried to conceal the fact that I had a raging boner between my legs, where Wes did not!

We both jumped in nearly at the same time, creating a huge splash that shattered the placid stillness of the lake. The cool water felt exhilarating as it engulfed my entire body. Then the surprise came as my sensitive balls registered a delayed reaction that set my heart to pounding. As we came up for air, the initial shock momentarily dazed me and we both reacted with an unexpected wave of giggles.

"Why are we laughing?" I asked as I tried to control myself.

Being on the swim team, I'd jumped into many cold swimming pools before, but never in the nude. As it turns out, that tiny missing piece of clothing that normally would have covered my crotch had a bigger impact on me than I anticipated.

"It's the Adrenaline!" Wes chuckled as he also struggled to regain control. "Not to mention the fact that you tried to hide that boner from me."

"Oh god, you saw that?" I groaned. "Sorry, that's so freaking embarrassing. I've never ... umm ... you know ... umm."

"Relax, it's no biggie," he reassured me but then he grinned. "Size don't matter to me. Get it, no BIGGIE?"

"Hey, I'm not that small."

"I know. I was trying to be funny. Just another lame joke I guess." He grinned again.

"Totally lame!" I laughed.

"You know what else is funny?"

"What?" I asked.

"Your boner was contagious," he laughed as he waded over towards the shallows and stood up out of the water to reveal his magnificent hardon. "Now I've got one too. Check it out!"

That became a pivotal moment in my life. Right then as I stared at Wes's amazing body and rock hard boner, I consciously decided to lose some of my uptight inhibitions. I was as horny as hell and as turned on as I'd ever been in my life. I actually started to enjoy the sensation of being openly naked in front of a practical stranger with a boner no less. I was so envious of his ability to just stand there, completely unashamed with his hands on his hips and his chest thrust out looking like a naked Peter Pan about to crow. To prove my newfound courage, I did a couple of frog kicks towards my new, or should I say nude, friend and stood up next to him so that our two boners were both out in the open. I'm not really sure why I did it. I never would have done it before. Even like with Ruben, although we'd jacked together many times, I always waited for him to suggest it. Then I would wait and let him expose himself first. Even then, I still felt sort of weird doing it each time. But here I was, naked and boned and loving it. It was epic. Maybe I did it so we could check each other out, and boy, did I want to check him out. Or maybe I did it out of my sense of fair play. After all, if I was going to check him out, it was only fair that he be allowed to check me out too, that is, if he wanted to, and I truly believe he did.

Although it's been years now since it happened, I remember it and can still picture it in my mind like it was yesterday.

We both stood there in the shallows of the peaceful lake in utter silence as we looked one another over. We didn't even try to pretend we weren't totally scoping each other out, inch by naked inch. When Ruben and I jacked together, we really didn't look at each other much, we just focused on the porno we were watching and that, in itself was a lot of fun. I was always careful not to peek too much or stare too long at the naked bodies at school or anywhere else, even though I really wanted to. But standing next to another naked boy with a roaring hardon in broad daylight like this and being able to scrutinize each other to our heart's content was way beyond hot.

Other than a small patch of dusty golden pubes over his dick, which had been meticulously shaved and trimmed to perfection, his body was virtually hairless, even his balls. "My God," I thought to myself, "He could be a forest elf in the flesh." He was smiling broadly as he seemed to thrive on being admired by my hungry stares. I never wanted anything as much as I wanted him right then. The thing was, if I had him, I wouldn't know what to do with him beyond jacking each other off like Ruben and I did.

I could not have anticipated what happened next. Wes moved three steps closer to me and gently put his arm around my waist and drew me closer to him. I didn't know what to do as I stood there, petrified in front of him. As if I was in a dream, his lips floated ever so slowly over toward mine until they delicately touched, turning my legs into jelly. My dick twitched and brushed against the tip of his boner. A rush of tingles overtook my body and triggered every muscle from head to toe to contract and twitch. My eyes automatically shut as I entered into another world. I felt his lips separate, which caused mine to do the same. I was now wide open and vulnerable. Suddenly, like a vampire who had been innocently invited in, he entered my oral cavern and effortlessly seduced me without a fight. As he explored the inner chamber of my virgin mouth, he pulled me even closer to him until we were mouth to mouth, chest to chest, and cock to cock. As our cocks touched, my heart started to race and something happened that I thought was physically impossible. The sensations were so overwhelmingly erotic that I instinctively jerked my hips back and actually shot off a load, coating Wes's pubic patch with my hot creamy cum. After I finished shooting, the remaining ooze dripped lazily into the cool lake.

Even though his tongue didn't stop roaming across the roof of my mouth right away, I knew that he knew he'd popped me off. He slowly retracted his wicked tongue as I came down from my unexpected climactic reverie.

"Fuck," I moaned.

"Not yet, but we can if you want to," Wes joked.

He grinned and then walked from the shallows where we were standing, back into the deeper water where he splashed some water on his abs and pubes to rub off my premature offering.

I had never felt anything like that in my entire life. My brain was on fire. I felt a new and strange sensation coming on that I'd never felt before as I stood there watching him. I think I was falling in love. Then Wes came back and took me by the hand. We walked back to where we had taken off our clothes and sat back down on the grass. I was ready to spend the rest of my life with Wes, right there in what I would forever consider `The Lake of Ecstasy'.

"Dude, I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to ..." I stammered, but he just hushed me.

"Really, like I said before, no biggie. It was awesome. I enjoyed it. We should be getting back now," Wes said as he started getting dressed.

"Do we have to? I don't want to go yet," I said. "I was just getting used to being nude. Can't we stay just hang out here a little bit longer?"

I wanted so much to jump his bones and start making out with him. I wanted to kiss him all over and be kissed all over by him in return. I wanted to make him spew his love juices all over me like he had just made me do to him.

"We can come back tomorrow," he said as he continued to get dressed, ignoring my pleas to stay.

I reluctantly started getting dressed as well. I had a little trouble getting my pants back on as my boner hadn't fully softened yet, which was strange. Usually, I deflate right away after shooting my load. As soon as I was dressed, Wes got up and started on his way, without a word, expecting me to follow him like a puppy.

We retuned to camp using the same trail in reverse order of the way we came, and did it in complete silence. It wasn't an awkward silence like with my dad, it was more of a relaxed, casual silence, but it was troubling all the same. On our way up to the secret lake, we'd walked in silence as well, but that was somehow different. It was a silence of anticipation. Without warning, he started double timing it as if he were trying to ditch me. I didn't know what that was all about, but I didn't like it. Soon, a blur of possible conclusions flooded my thoughts.

At first, I thought he actually was mad at me for shooting my load on his body even though he'd claimed he wasn't. Then I thought that maybe he was disappointed that I didn't return the favor, but he really didn't give me the chance to. I know that Ruben used to think that if I popped off first, he'd be stuck having to finish himself off alone. Of course I would never do that. I wondered if I did something else wrong. Maybe he saw someone he knew and didn't want to be seen with me? That couldn't be it either. There wasn't a soul around. I didn't know what I was doing. I was just following his lead. Maybe I was too much of a virgin for him or maybe I was just a real bad kisser? I didn't consider myself that much of a sex novice but on the other hand, I wouldn't even know what you'd call what we'd just done or if it even had a name. It all happened so fast. Perhaps it was too fast? Maybe that was it? Maybe he just got a serious case of guilt, feeling bad that he'd seduced me before we even really got to know each other?

Maybe, maybe, maybe! There were too many fucking maybes. I was driving myself crazy with maybes. Whatever it was, I felt discarded and hurt. I felt my eyes start to tear up. I tried to tell myself that I just met this guy and he couldn't possibly mean that much to me in a few short hours. That helped for about two seconds and then the pain returned with even more intensity. I couldn't take it another minute. I had to say something.

"Hey Wes," I said.

"Yeah," he responded dryly.

"What's up? Did I do something wrong?"

He stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face me. "What?"

"We left so suddenly," I said. "Then all of a sudden you took off – practically running. I was just wondering what I did?"

He saw the redness in my eyes and heard the pain in my voice.

"Oh Seth, dude," he said as he walked back towards me. "No, no, no. You were awesome, man!"

"Really?" I said as he hugged me and gave me a quick kiss.

"I didn't want to say anything," he said. "I was a little embarrassed about it."

"You didn't want to say what?"

"I have to use the bathroom, dude. Bad!"

"The bathroom?"

"I know what you're thinking," he explained. "You're probably asking yourself, why would a guy who likes to go around naked in nature have a problem with using a nearby tree or bush. But I just have to take a massive dump and I didn't want to do it in front of you. Besides, I wouldn't have anything to wipe with except..." He held out his two hands and smirked. "So, can we hurry please? Otherwise, I'm gonna have to drop my pants and lay out a log right here in the trail. Then you'll be the one in charge of the wiping detail."

"Gross!" I yelled. I gave him a little shove and laughed. "What are you standing around talking for? Get your ass in gear."

I felt so freaking relieved. His simple explanation made me feel a little foolish for reacting the way I did. We both quickened our pace and headed for the campground bathroom. As we crossed back into the campground perimeter, we waved to our dads, who were still sitting together and talking. When we got to the restrooms, we both went in together. I wasn't in an emergency state like Wes, but I was due and took the opportunity to use the facility since I was already there. Wes went into the nearest empty stall on the right and I went into the very next one. We both closed our stall doors at the same time, pulled down our drawers and took our places upon our respected thrones.

As I looked to my left, the wall separating my stall from the one that Wes was in had a square piece of cardboard that had been stapled to the wall. I hadn't given it much notice and just thought it was covering up a nasty piece of graffiti. Wes started talking to me as we sat and did our business. He told me about some of the other places and things to see at the campground that he hadn't shown me yet.

There was a loud fart followed by a splash as Wes dropped his first bomb. I busted out laughing and he laughed too. Partly in embarrassment and partly spurred on by my laugh. He let out a couple more grunts followed by smaller splashes as we talked.

A respectable amount of time passed, enough for me to get ready to exit. As Wes was casually talking to me, I heard a rustling come from that piece of cardboard on Wes's side of the wall. As I bent down a little to look more closely, I was suddenly startled. Wes poked his finger through. Apparently, a piece of cardboard had been stapled to both sides of the wall. As he broke through both sides at once, he ripped off the cardboard, revealing a hole in the wall the size of a grapefruit. I bent down a little further and was able to see Wes, also bending down and looking into my side.

"Peek-a-boo!" I quietly joked.

Wes immediately put his finger up to his lips to hush me. He just continued casually talking about all the stuff he was going to show me, all the while, trying to keep me from letting anyone else in the facility from learning about his little discovery. Then he took that same finger and did a `come here' motion, letting me know he was going to whisper something to me from across the hole. We both came closer, close enough to hear each other whisper secretly.

"Kiss me dude," Wes murmured.

"Here?" I muttered back questioningly.

He shook his head `yes' and grinned. I leaned in a little further and attempted to kiss him through the hole. We missed at first which made us both giggle. On our second attempt, we connected. The touch of his lips on mine caused my cock to rise and swell into rock hard readiness in record time. Suddenly my brain flashed back to `The Lake of Ecstasy' where my first kiss sent me into another world. Our gloriously stealthy kiss lasted all too briefly. He backed away a couple of inches to speak again.

"Now give me your dick," he softy said.

"What?" I softly asked in disbelief.

"You heard me, put it through the hole," he mumbled as I watched him open his mouth and stick out his tongue.

I immediately started sweating. One of my all time favorite fantasies was about to become a reality.

"Hold on a second," I said as I tried to gather my wits together.

I cleaned myself up and flushed the toilet. Then I realized what I'd done. A person standing outside my stall might have been waiting for an opening and my habit of flushing after wiping committed me to exit.

I wondered what would happen if a stranger entered the stall and saw Wes through the hole with his mouth and tongue waiting to be filled. I pulled up my shorts and opened my stall door. To my relief, no one was out there waiting. I quickly stepped back in, shut the door, dropped my drawers again and then froze. This was something that I wanted more than I wanted anything, ever. Even so, I couldn't move. I told myself that I'd better hurry or Wes was going to wonder what happened to me and back out. I shuffled my feet over to the hole and guided my quivering cock to the center of the hole. Wes unexpectedly grabbed my dick and pulled it through to his side, causing my body to slam into the stall wall. It was a strange sensation. It was similar to when Wes pulled me close to his body and we were mouth to mouth, chest to chest, and cock to cock at the lake. The difference was, instead of his soft flesh, my mouth, chest and legs were embracing the flat, cold wall and my cock was thrust openly on the other side. It was a slightly scary and vulnerable feeling, yet my body was shaking from the anticipation.

Then, without any further warning, it happened. I felt the warm slippery sensation of Wes's tongue as he licked my cock from the top of my balls to the tip of my dick. He did that a couple of more times and then finally inhaled my entire five and a half inch, circumcised rod into his mouth, all at once. The feeling was so immense that I thought I might pass out.

Wow, what a sensation. Not only did I feel the warm, wet tingles caress every one of my five plus inches, I also experienced a wave of wild ripples as his tongue moved freely over the surface of my cock, maneuvering around from my shaft to the sensitive underside of my swollen cock head. Once again, only a few minutes of this extreme stimulation was all that was necessary to get me to the very edge of madness. Wes backed off and stopped sucking me when I started unintentionally moaning and squirming with ecstasy.

"Shhh," he softly warned. "Here, this might help you stay quiet."

He gently pushed my dick back to my own side of the hole, and a second later, dropped his semi-hard cock into my side of the wall. Even though I think Wes was a little younger than me, He had a good solid six inches of pure male meat hanging there in front of me. Looking at his dick was definitely a major turn-on, but the thought of trying to get all that meat into my mouth was a little intimidating, especially since this was going to be my first time at having another boy's dick in my mouth.

I pulled my shorts up part way and dropped to my knees, using my clothes as a cushion on the concrete floor. I apprehensively moved closer to Wes's cock and gingerly lifted it up and took the opportunity to examine it up close. For the most part, it was dry and limp but a thick clear substance had formed on the tip. I knew by its appearance and smell that it wasn't lingering piss that was hanging on. I went ahead and proceeded anyway, with a small bit of reservation. I cautiously slipped his silky member into my mouth. Once I realized that it didn't taste all that bad, my fears were put to rest and I began to enjoy the experience. His cock began to grow and swell in my mouth as I rolled my tongue around, using my mouth to explore what my eyes couldn't see. I tried to follow his example as I learned what I should do next. Wes started to move his hips as he began bumping the wall, trying to get me to suck him deeper. From my experience with Ruben, I began to recognize the signs that Wes was getting close to popping. I wasn't surprised since he hadn't cum yet all day. I drew my lips tighter around his cock and sucked out all the air in an attempt to vacuum out his juicy prize. Just as I was clamping down the hardest, I heard an all too familiar voice.

"Hey Seth! Boys! I saw you guys come in here," my dad called out as he entered the men's room. "Where are you?"

My heart almost stopped as my brain went into slow motion. Wes pulled his cock out of my mouth so fast that it made a popping noise. We both sat back down on the toilet as if everything were totally normal, even though I'd broken out into a sweat.

"Hey Dad, we're over here," I squeaked as I knocked on the inside of the stall door to let him know where we were.

"When you two come out, come over to my tent," he said with no reservations that he was shouting in a public restroom, with everyone listening. "Mr. Hauser is fixing us lunch."

"Thanks Dad!" I groaned. "I'm just about done. How about you Wes? Are you done?"

"All finished except the paperwork," Wes called out from his stall. Somehow, I just knew he'd end with an all-out lame-ass joke.

Wes and I flushed our toilets, got out of our cubicles, and then washed up. We kept giggling whenever we looked at each other.

"Stop it," I said.

"Stop what?" he asked with a grin and then giggled again.

"That! Stop looking at me and giggling like a little girl. Our dads are going to know we were up to something."

"We were up to something," Wes snickered.

"I know, but I don't want everyone else to know that."

As we left the bathroom, a total stranger gave me an odd smile. "Don't worry about it kid, all dads embarrass their sons from time to time!"

As we walked away from the restroom, Wes gave out another giggle as he overheard what the guy said to me.

"He's right you know," Wes said as he snorted out another snicker. "Everybody's dad, sooner or later will forget they were once a kid themselves and embarrass the shit out of you."

I was crossing my fingers that Wes had finally gotten the giggles out of his system. I didn't want to have to explain to our dads what we were doing that was so funny. We had both brought each other to the very edge of a supreme orgasm, but were both interrupted. I don't know about Wes and his naturist attitudes with his dad, but that was one thing I definitely wouldn't be sharing with my old man. As we made our way over to join our dads, we both walked a little funny as we tried to hide our persistent boners. Even though it's normal for kids our age to pop boners all the time for no apparent reason, I still preferred that no one noticed.

"Last one there's a limp dick," Wes said winking. We took off running for our campsite. Suddenly, I was hungry for something besides Wes's dick and was glad they'd prepared it. Wes and I laughed as we both ran as hard as we could, not to be the limp dick. I won.

Wes glanced down and snickered, "Looks like we both lost." We started giggling and our dad's just smiled at each other.

End of Chapter #2

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