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The Father and Son Outing

By Paul S. Stevens & Hans Schreiber

Chapter #3

"There you are," Mr. Hauser said. "Are you two boys ready for some lunch?"

"Sure am Dad," Wes replied. "I'm starved."

"What are we having?" I asked.

"Mr. Hauser brought some homemade spaghetti and meatballs-meatballs," my dad said.

Wes and I were still so horny that we both snickered at the connotation of `meatballs-meatballs'.

"What's funny about that?" my dad asked. "It's better than anything we've got in our cooler!"

"Sorry Dad," I apologized. Thinking fast on my feet, I added, "It's just that, `meatballs-meatballs' reminds me of `Little Cesar's' - `pizza-pizza'. Besides, spaghetti and meatballs would've been the last thing I would have guessed someone might bring to a campout."

"I see your point," my dad agreed. "But it sure beats dry ham and cheese sandwiches."

"That's for sure," Wes said. "Wait until you taste my meatballs!"

I was still thinking like a pervert and thought to myself "I almost did, back in the restroom".

As far as I can remember, every time I've ever jacked off, I've always gone all the way until I popped. Back in the restroom was the first time in my life that I've ever gone ninety-nine percent of the way without popping. It felt like it was just hanging right there at the tip of my dick and on the edge of exploding. I felt like I wanted to hide somewhere and pull my pants down to finish the job we started while I sucked on Wes's mouth watering meatballs. As I ran side by side with Wes from the restroom, the movement of my cock rubbing against the inside of my underwear, further aggravated my condition. Even though running that last bit had helped us both lose our boners, I could tell I was right on the verge of getting another one. I needed to take my thoughts away from sex for a while. Focusing on the food was just what I needed.

"You cooked this?" I asked in disbelief.

"Is that so hard to believe?" Wes asked.

"Well, I can't even make frozen pizza bites in the micro without burning them." I confessed.

"He's right," my dad confirmed. "I've seen him do it!"

"Thanks a lot, Dad," I moaned.

"Well," Mr. Hauser sighed, "Since his mom passed away a year ago, we both have learned how to fend for ourselves and we've both gotten pretty good at the cooking aspect of it."

"Oh, I'm so sorry for your loss," my dad consoled. "It sounds like that must have been so hard for the both of you."

"We're making it okay, aren't we Son?" Mr. Hauser said in a reserved tone.

"Sure Dad," Wes answered and then lowered his head down.

"Well, let's eat!" I said with forced exuberance as I tried to lighten the somber mood that everyone had suddenly fallen into.

Dad already had the spaghetti and meatballs warming on his portable stove and Mr. Hauser started dishing out the portions on paper plates.

"I'm doubling up on the plates, but the sauce still might soak through so be careful you don't get your clothes dirty or we might all have to go around naked."

Mr. Hauser waited for some kind of response to come from any one of us. I very nearly gave us away but managed to hold my composure by focusing on my spaghetti. Wes was even better at it than I was and acted like he hadn't even heard his father's attempt to bait us into a response. I noticed my dad look into my face. I don't know what it was he was fishing for, but I gave him a whole lot of nothing.

"Wow, this spaghetti is dope, Wes," I complimented.

"Yeah, Wes," my dad said and then started to say something more. Then he looked into my face again and clammed up.

Mom's spaghetti was pretty pathetic and we both knew it, but I could tell that Dad didn't want to say anything bad about Mom's cooking in front of me. He was always very careful not to say anything unflattering about Mom in my presence.

The four of us ate our spaghetti in silence after that, not speaking until we were done.

"That was amazing Wes," I bragged. "What other talents do you have?"

"I'll show you those later tonight," Wes said, trying to hide a smile.

"What are you going to show him?" Mr. Hauser asked a bit suspiciously.

"You know, things," Wes said, being quite evasive.

"Like?" Mr. Hauser pried.

Thinking fast, Wes answered, "Like... all the things you can do with a stick over at the fire ring."

"I can't wait," I said as I imagined the `stick' that Wes was referring to was the six inch fat one in his shorts.

"Hey, there's still a bunch of stuff I haven't shown you here at the campground," Wes said. "Wanna continue the tour?"

"Sure, let's go," I said.

"Well, we gotta help clean up first." Wes said as if I should have known better. I felt a little foolish, but since it was just the two of them and no mother at home, I'm sure it was expected. I kind of realized it was sort of selfish of me to not offer to help my mom clean up after a nice meal. I need to show Mom that I appreciate her more. I made up my mind right then that I was going to change that once I got back home.

"No, we're fine here," his dad answered. "You guys go do some more exploring and we'll see you at dinner tonight." Then he turned to talk to my dad. "Frank, now that we've had that heavy meal, shall we move dinner to later? Say... seven o'clock?"

"That sounds reasonable, Henry," my dad answered. "Okay then you two, please be back before it gets dark and we'll have dinner then and enjoy the fire pit afterwards, how does that sound?"

"Sounds great," I said. "We'll see you later!"

With that, Wes and I got up and left our dads to continue visiting.

Wes continued showing me around the campground and we talked a little bit about ourselves as we went.

"Weird!" I muttered under my breath as I started to think about my dad again.

"What's weird?" Wes asked.

"Oh, nothing," I said. "Never mind... It's not anything I could be sure about. It's like our dad's conversations are practiced. Like when my dad consoled your dad over the loss of your mom. It was like he already knew all about it. Like his answer was fake."

"Are you still obsessing over our dads becoming friends?"

"Well, yeah."

"Why?" He asked. "Don't you want your dad to have someone to talk to?"

"Yeah, I do, but it's still weird," I said.

"How would you like it if your dad didn't want you and me to get together and be friends?" He questioned. "What would you say if he suddenly decided to forbid us from seeing each other?"

"That's not it!" I insisted.

"Well then, is it because you're afraid he might be talking about you, or maybe even your mom, behind your back?"

"I don't know," I said. "Maybe?"

"Maybe you don't want to share your dad with anybody? Maybe you're jealous."

"Don't be whack! That's not it."

"Okay then," Wes asked, "What is it?"

"I just wish he was all happy and talkative like this at home. You know, with Mom," I confessed. "It's so different how he's acting since we got here. I don't get it."

"There it is," Wes said. "Your mom and dad are having troubles at home."

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't have to," Wes guessed.

I looked ponderously at him. He was so wise for a guy my age.

"How do you do that?" I asked.

"Do what?"

"Figure shit out like that?"

"I don't know," Wes said. "I just observe people a lot, I guess. I try to figure out what's going on in people's heads."

"Well, you guessed right," I confirmed. "My rents are having problems all right. It's been pretty bad lately. They try not to fight in front of me, but I still hear it. I can tell its bad by how they act in front of each other. I overheard my mom say, `if it wasn't for me, she'd be long gone'. I'm afraid that Mom thinks that Dad might be cheating on her. I don't think that's it. At least I hope he's not. It hurts to see both of them act like that, you know? I only agreed to come on this stupid trip..."

I paused and stopped walking so I could look Wes in the eye. He turned and looked at me with despair.

"Oh, I didn't mean the trip was stupid," I clarified. "Since I met you, it's been totally dope. What I meant was, I thought it was going to be stupid with just me and my dad out here arguing with each other the whole time. Anyway, I only agreed to come because I thought it might help avoid a disaster. Besides, I knew Mom wanted me to go. I have to find a way to keep them together." I paused again and then added, "I'm pretty sure my mom's cut my dad off from having sex. How long can that go on before everything turns to shit?"

"I don't know," he said. "What makes you think that?"

"I found some stuff in his duffle bag before coming up here," I confided. "He brought condoms and lube and stuff. If he was getting it regular at home, would he need to bring that stuff with him? What if he has it because he is cheating?"

"Cheating?" Wes declared. "Cheating with whom? Have you seen anyone around here he might be cheating with? You think he's sneaking out of his tent at night and fucking with the wildlife? If I were you, I wouldn't be jumping to conclusions just yet."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." I shrugged.

"Whatever problems are going on between your mom and your dad are their problems, dude. It has nothing to do with you. You can't fix it for them. It's up to the two of them to work it out for themselves!"

"So, along with your other talents, you're also a family shrink?" I chided.

"Hey, don't get mad at me!" he protested. "I'm right though, and you know it."

"Yeah, I'm sorry," I said. "I just don't know what to do."

"Don't do anything," Wes suggested. "Just be the best son you know how to be. If things get bad, be supportive and understanding. Whatever you do, don't take sides. It's going to be hard enough for the two of them without having to deal with you making things worse."

"How do you know all this stuff," I asked. "Your parents never broke up. Your mom just died."

"Ouch, man," he said. "That hurt bro. Saying `She just died', just like that? What the fuck?"

"There I go again," I apologized. "I'm sorry, Wes. I didn't mean it like that. I mean, that had to be really hard for you and your dad. It's not you. But seeing my parents being so cold to each other and just going through the motions at home all the time and... and, I don't know. I'm just really scared, that's all. I don't want to end up being the product of another divorced family like so many of my friends are. It sucks and I can't seem to do anything to stop it."

"I'll tell you what," Wes said as he choked back the tears. "I'd much rather have two divorced parents than one single Dad. Don't get me wrong, I love my Dad. I just miss my mom a lot!"

"Wow," I sighed. "Here I am feeling sorry for myself and you're far worse off than I am. I still have both of my parents, so I guess I should feel grateful. I'm kind of an insensitive ass sometimes. I am really sorry about your mom. If you ever feel like talking about it, I'll listen. I said it before and I'll say it again, you're pretty smart. You really do have a lot of talents."

"Thank you!" Wes said, accepting the compliment.

"What could I say?" I asked. "It's true!"

"Let me ask you something. Did you ever hear about the case of the Siamese twin over in India who was born with his head stuck to his brother's ass?" Wes asked as he wiped a tear off his cheek.

I shook my head in confusion at how that had anything to do with what we were talking about.

"No," I responded cautiously.

"Even though he was butt ugly, he was a real smartass."

I couldn't believe how effortlessly Wes had just slipped into that joke after coming so close to being emotionally devastated. I fell to the ground, sideways, laughing my ass off. Soon we were both back to our youthful selves, leaving our deep, depressing thoughts behind us.

"So, what are those other talents you told me about earlier that you said you were going to show me? Something about a stick at the fire ring?"

"Oh that," he laughed. "I said that for my dad's benefit. But honestly, I can juggle sticks. Of course I have to light them on fire first. Anyway, what I really was talking about was my other talents."

"I thought so," I said. "So, what talents did you really mean then?"

"Well, first off," Wes said. "You're going to need some help breaking in that brand new tent of yours. How about some company tonight? I have a few talents that involve using a couple of sticks. That is, if your down with it?"

"Are you talking about finishing what we started in the restroom?" I blurted out before thinking.

"Ah, hell no. We don't have to wait until tonight to do that," he coyly replied. "I'm talking, the whole enchilada for later on."

"Bitchin', how do we do that other thing right now?" I said getting excited and turned on.

"Simple," he said. "Go to your tent and I'll go to mine. We'll both put our swimsuits on. Bring a towel and meet me back at your dad's tent. We're going to do some swimming!"

"Swimming?" I asked. "Why do we need suits for that? We already swam naked together." I said, hoping we could go back and do more of that.

"Hey, I'm the freakin' tour guide here, unless you wanna take a stab at it." Wes said sounding like a New York gangster.

"No, no. I'll leave it in your capable hands," I said as even more innuendo slipped from my tongue. After I said it, I hoped it would go unnoticed.

"Just wait and see how I'm going to use these capable hands!" he said as he grinned and rubbed his hands together.

"Okay then, I'll see you in five minutes." I said enthusiastically.

I jogged over to my tent, unzipped the door and went in. Just as Wes had promised, my stuff was all there, safe and sound. I rummaged through my suitcase and found my trunks. I dug a little deeper until I found one of the two towels I had packed and put the two items aside. I stripped out of what I was wearing and began to slip on my trunks. I got them as far as my knees and stopped there, staring at myself. I was still close to having a full on boner. My dick was all puffy and swollen but not exactly rock hard. I got a sudden urge to grab my dick and start stroking. Then I remembered that Wes was probably already waiting for me at Dad's tent and I didn't want to ruin whatever idea Wes had in mind to finish what we'd started in the restroom. I grabbed my dick and gave it a few quick shakes for good measure. Then I discovered I shouldn't have done that because it caused my boner to inflate into a full erection. It started to expand even more than what was normal for me and it became so hard that my veins were sticking out. It really brought new meaning to the term `popping a boner'. Not only that, but it started to hurt as well. The pain shot clear down deep inside me and then moved from there to invade my balls, making them ache as well. I really had one serious case of blue balls. I reluctantly stopped what I was doing and pulled my trunks on the rest of the way. It was a good thing that I brought my loose fitting skater trunks instead of my team Speedo or I would have advertised my horny arousal to everyone in camp. I closed up my suitcase, zipped up my tent and headed over to meet up with Wes.

As I approached my dad's tent, he and Mr. Hauser were still talking and Wes was already waiting for me as he sat on top of our cooler. He had stripped out of what he was wearing before and replaced it with a tight pair of authentic Speedo trunks that left very little to the imagination. Well, at least my imagination anyway. He also had on a pair of flip flops and had draped his towel around his neck. The first thing I checked for was a team logo, but there wasn't any, which meant, Wes just wore them because he liked to show off his stuff. It seemed like that was exactly how he'd roll. My God, he looked like sex on two legs. I started to feel the pain in my balls return as my horniness rocketed out of control.

"Well, I see the two of you are ready to do some swimming," my dad observed.

"Don't go too far out please," Mr. Hauser requested. "Stay near the lifeguard station, okay? We'll be down to check on you guys as soon as we can. Be careful and stay together."

"Sure Dad!" Wes reluctantly agreed.

"Are you a strong swimmer, Seth?" Mr. Hauser asked.

"Yes, I'm on a swim team at my school," I replied.

That seemed to please him. "Good," he said. "Then you can help watch out for Wes."

As we walked away this time, I was plenty annoyed myself, but poor Wes was furious.

"When is he going to stop treating me like a baby?" Wes fumed.

"Never!" I answered.

"Why do you say that?" he growled.

"Okay, now it's my turn to be the shrink," I said as I began to dish out my diagnosis. "He's afraid of losing you! Since your mom died, you're all that your dad has left in the world. If he loses you, he'll have nothing left to live for."

"You know what, I think you're right," Wes agreed. "I should have known that. Still, I hate to be told to have to stay near the lifeguard and have my friends being told to watch over me. That kind of shit's embarrassing to a guy."

"That's okay," I told him. "The lifeguard's station is in the middle of the manmade beach area. That's where we want to be anyway. We can lay down our towels on the sand and catch some rays after we go swimming. It'll be great, trust me!"

We found a nice spot about ten yards away from the lifeguard station and spread out our towels and then slipped off our flops.

"So, swimming sounds fun and all, but ..." I started to say and then Wes jumped in and finished.

"But what about finishing what we started, right?"

"Right." I grinned. "My balls are bluer than Papa Smurfs, man."

He laughed and one upped me.

"You know what made Angry Smurf so grumpy about everything?"

"No, what?" I asked.

"You'd be angry too if you had to walk around all day with blue balls."

"I stepped right into that one," I said. "Do you have any jokes at all that aren't lame?"

He gave me a playful shove and then announced, "Last one in the water has to suck eggs!" Wes challenged and made a mad dash for the lake.

I startled Wes with my speed and determination. In my mind, I was prepared for Wes to pull a stunt like this again. I wasn't naked or boned this time as Wes raced me to the water, but I still ran with all my might since I didn't know for sure what it meant to `suck eggs'. My left foot hit the water one full step before Wes's did and we both laughed as the water slowed us down, turning our competition into slow motion ballet. The water in this larger public lake was colder than the intimate one we'd been in earlier. Even so, it was acceptable since the sun was higher and it had warmed up a bit. We swam out until we reached a depth of four feet or so, standing shoulder deep and wading in place.

"I won fair and square," I declared. "You're going to have to pay up and suck eggs now!"

"Okay, okay, give me a chance, will you?" Wes complained.

I wasn't suggesting he suck eggs right at that very second. Then I learned what Wes assumed I already knew. He took a deep breath and dove under the water. Suddenly, I felt my swim trunks get yanked down to my knees. I was momentarily startled and quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching. Everyone seemed to be unaware of what was going on with me and paid no attention. I was completely unprepared for what happened next. I felt Wes gingerly grasp both of my balls and lift them upward. It was so erotic having it happen right there, almost in public. Then I felt Wes's warm lips suck one of my balls into his mouth and a second later, the other. Now that he had both of my balls in his mouth, he rolled them around his tongue, sending random chills throughout my body. It was an amazing sensation to have my balls surrounded with warmth while the cool water of the lake caressed the rest of me. Another amazing thing was, even though my dick went untouched, I felt my sperm begin to move again. My orgasm, which still lingered at the tip of my dick, picked up where it had left off and began to inch closer to eruption once again. Just as I was about to explode, right where I was standing, Wes released my balls and came up for air.

"Well, what did you think about that?" Wes inquired, slightly out of breath.

"Oh my god, it was so incredibly wicked!" I told him. "In just like one minute, you almost made me pop again."

"Well, we'll just have to finish you off then. That's all," Wes said.

Then Wes got up real close to me and stood face to face. He reached down and started to give me a hand job under the water. I felt the blood rush to my face as my ears got hot.

"Wes," I said. "Should we be doing this in public?"

"Nobody can see what we're doing under the surface," Wes explained. "All they see is two guys talking to each other, nothing more."

"Yeah, until my eyes roll back into my head and I pass out, that is," I joked.

"Try not to do that," Wes said dryly. "You'll give us away. Then the lifeguard will have to drag your naked ass out of the water and lay you down face up on the beach for all to see!"

"Okay, I won't do that," I went along with Wes's dry humor. "But if it's true that no one can see under the surface, then I can do this," I said as I reached down and effortlessly undid the drawstring on his Speedo and rolled Wes's six inch boner out from under his skimpy suit and began stoking him in return.

There we were, standing face to face in shoulder deep water, jacking each other off in public. Wow, did it ever feel naughty! Anyone could have come up to us at any time to discover what we were doing. The very thought of that was exhilarating. I felt both self conscious and turned on at the same time. I felt like people might really know what we were doing but no one seemed to be paying any special attention except the lifeguard. I just told myself that it was his job to watch people in the water, especially if it looked suspicious. I felt suspicious as my heart pounded within my chest. I'd jacked with Ruben before, so that part was really nothing new. What was new was the fear of getting caught. Another thing that was new was that Wes and I were standing so close that we could've been kissing each other. The fact was we didn't kiss at all. That way, no one watching us from a distance could guess what we were secretly doing below.

"This is `nucking futs' and `fucking nuts' both at the same time," I whispered. "It's totally turning me on, but I'm worried someone will know what we're doing. What if our dads show up like your dad said he was going to do?"

"We're just having a friendly conversation here," Wes said.

"What if they ask why we're standing so close together?" I asked.

"I'll just tell them that you were watching out for me, just like my dad asked you to do," Wes stated.

"What if they ask what we were talking about?" I worried.

"Don't worry. We'll just say we talked about the first thing that `came up'," Wes laughed. "I'll just have to tell them it was no biggie."

"Hey!" I growled as I reached down and squeezed his balls, making my point perfectly clear. "We already talked about that. Don't go insulting my manhood again." Then I gave him a wink.

Wes knew I was just playing around with him and laughed. Then suddenly, we fell silent. Our playfulness gave way to a more serious sensual mood that took us both by surprise. We just gazed into each other's eyes in such a way that we could actually feel what the other one was feeling. I'm no stranger to jacking off, but having someone else jack me underwater was a new experience for me.

Wes's face began to reveal the extent of his arousal as his breathing quickened. I tightened my grip around his cock and slowed my pace. I wanted to make this moment last as long as possible. He, in turn, tightened his grip around my cock and slowed his pace as well. Surprisingly, instead of prolonging our climax, my strategy backfired and accelerated our pent up energies into a wild frenzy. Suddenly, we were both heaving as we completely lost control. I felt Wes's cock swell up in my hand and start to pulsate. I felt a brief warming as his semen floated past my hand. I too felt the eruption of my semen surge past Wes's fingers as I pumped my boy juice into the cool water. It was a peculiar sensation that felt like my body sensed the unnatural condition of the surrounding water and tried to abort the orgasm at the very last second, but failed. As it did, an overcompensating orgasm took over and the most amazing feeling washed over me. My legs began to give way and I drifted toward Wes. Apparently, something similar happened to him as he drifted toward me. We kind of fell into each other's arms as our joint climax's came to a finish. We were joyously moaning and out of breath as we fought to keep our heads above water. While we stood there in each other's arms, we blissfully shared a closeness that defied explanation. We slowly drifted down from the stratosphere until it finally morphed into a warm, soothing afterglow.

"That was so Fucking awesome!" I declared out loud. Fortunately, my enthusiasm went unheard by the people swimming around us.

"Come on Seth," Wes suggested. "Let's get out of here before we really do get into trouble. We were definitely being more obvious than I'd planned."

I pulled up my trunks that were still floating around my knees and Wes rolled his cock back into his Speedos and we waded back to shore. As we passed the lifeguard station, the lifeguard on duty waved to us.

"I was watching you guys!" he said as we approached him. Then he winked at us as he lowered his binoculars to his chest and smiled broadly. "Thanks for the show!"

I think I turned a bright red. Wes, on the other hand, flashed him a huge smile and gave him an animated `thumbs up'! We made our way to our spot where we'd spread out our towels earlier. We slipped on our flops and got comfortable on our backs.

"Oh My God," I softly said. "Do you really think he was able to see what we were doing?"

"Obviously," Wes confessed. "He does sit kinda high up in that booth where he could look down into the water and possibly see us. Besides that, he did have a pair of high power binoculars. I'm pretty sure he knew. Maybe we weren't the first ones he'd ever seen do that kind of thing. I've jerked myself off out there quite a few times before. Even if he did see us, who cares? You can tell that he's not mad or anything. I bet if anything, he's jealous. He's kind of hot looking, don't you think? Maybe he'll join us next time."

I glanced over at Wes to see if he was being serious. He was so serious that he tented his Speedos just thinking about it.

"You got another boner!" I informed him.

"Yeah, I know," he said as he grinned. "I'm just giving the lifeguard a mental image of me that he can think about when he's jacking off later."

"You're evil!" I snickered.

He just silently closed his eyes, reached down and gripped his boner. Then he folded his arms across his torso. The idea that Wes was shamelessly flirting with the Lifeguard (who had to be in his early twenties) gave me a boner as well. I would have liked the idea that I might have turned the lifeguard on, but my boner wasn't as apparently obvious as Wes's was. It wasn't just the lifeguard that was noticing Wes's erotic display anymore. It was attracting the notice of practically everybody nearby. Wes's tendency for not being shy was glaring me in the face. The thing was that, Wes was completely oblivious to it all since he had his eyes closed.

Me, on the other hand, I just couldn't take all the attention anymore. Besides, I was still worried about our dads showing up.

"I think we should go now," I said as Wes opened his eyes.

"Okay," he said. "My work here is done anyway."

As I was learning more and more about my new friend, I was slowly uncovering an enigma. It was like he was opening the door for more sexual encounters by advertising his availability. For the time being, he was spending all his time with me today and I desperately wanted to keep that going.

We picked up our towels and shook all the sand out of them. There was a public shower on the paved area right behind the lifeguard station that had four shower heads for washing off the accumulated beach sand. Down the path from there was also an enclosed shower facility designed for full body bathing that looked a little intimidating to me. We hung up our towels and used the outdoor showers to rinse off the sand from ourselves before heading back to camp. As we stood there, side by side under the running water, I pulled the waistband of my trunks away from my body a couple of inches to allow the water to rinse me underneath my suit without having to take them off. Wes, as usual, took it a step farther. He pulled the waistband of his Speedo out, allowing the top part of his dick to spring into view. He reached in and jiggled his junk in a mildly seductive manner. When Wes said he didn't have a shy bone in his body, he was making a huge understatement.

What I was actually seeing in front of me was an undeniable exhibitionist, loving every second of it. As I looked around to see how many people were staring, I noticed a sign that said `No Public Nudity' and began to panic.

"If you wanted to go fully naked, we could've gone in there," I said as I pointed to the indoor facility. "There's a `No Public Nudity' sign out here in plain view."

"So what?" he said. "They won't do anything. What can they do, throw me in `campground jail'?"

"Yes!" I informed him. "I read the rules and regulations on the campground pamphlet. The park ranger has the same authority as any police officer and they do have a `campground jail' at the ranger station. They can detain you there until your dad can be located. Then both of you would get ejected from the park."

"Okay, okay," he complained as he slipped his Speedos back up. "You're such a downer! You really need to relax a bit."

"I like you a lot Wes," I said. "I've been having a great time with you all day today. I don't want to see you get thrown out, especially if it can be avoided. Straight up, I think you take too many chances flirting around like this. What's up with that anyway?"

He just shrugged.

We grabbed up our towels and dried ourselves off. Then we headed for my dad's camp to check in. When we arrived, our dads were nowhere to be found. I even checked inside Dad's tent and found no clues as to where he might have gone. That surprised me since they'd planned on coming down to the beach to watch us. I wondered if they had watched us from the shore and then bailed rather than talk to us.

"Let's go over to my dad's camp," Wes suggested. "Maybe they both went over there."

I followed Wes to their campsite and found the same thing there. They were just plain gone!

"Well, they could've gone a dozen different places," Wes said. "I wouldn't worry about them. We still have some time before dinner. In the meantime, I have an idea."

Wes went into his dad's tent and grabbed up a bottle of shampoo.

"Your idea needs shampoo?" I asked.

"Yep!" he said. "As long as we still have our towels, I think we should shower up so we can be fresh and clean for tonight, if you know what I mean?"

I didn't answer because my mind got suddenly bombarded with all the possible things Wes and I might do later on. Wes somehow understood and gave me a wink. Then I followed Wes as we headed back towards the shower facility. I kept wondering how long Wes could keep this sex stuff up and I wondered how long I could keep up with Wes.

"I love these showers," Wes said as we walked along. "Each stall has two built in benches on each side. You can go into one, turn on the water to avoid suspicion and then stand on the bench to look over and spy on the guy in the next stall."

"Oh My God," I said. "How would you like it if someone did that to you?"

"I'd love it!" he answered. "They could do more than just watch me. I'd invite them to join me."

I shouldn't have been shocked, but I was anyway. My heart started racing at the prospect of doing what Wes was suggesting.

"What if we get caught?" I feared.

"There's a trick to it," he said. "I'll show you how it's done when we get there. Most people don't look up as they shower. You need to get right over their head. You'll be surprised at how many guys jack off in the shower in places like this. The percentage is higher than in hotel rooms."

"Are you serious?" I asked. Then I realized he was totally serious and had obviously done it before.

"Yeah, for sure!" he said. "We're almost there now. Once we go inside, don't say a word. Don't even whisper. Move as slowly as you can so you don't attract attention. Breathe as lightly as you can and follow my lead."

We walked over to the far side labeled `MEN' and entered. The place was bigger than it looked from the outside. There was a large dressing area in the center with benches, sinks and mirrors. There were over a dozen stalls in the facility. Each stall was rectangular and had eight foot high walls and a smoked bubble Plexiglas door. The ceiling was twelve feet high and left four open feet between the top of the walls and the ceiling. It was kind of steamy and the sound of multiple shower heads running at once was mesmerizing. We spied an open shower stall that had occupants showering on both sides. No one was looking so we both slipped in and quickly closed the door behind us.

Once inside, we took off our swimwear and hung them along with our towels on the hooks provided and set down Wes's bottle of shampoo. Wes turned on the water and adjusted the temperature to a comfortable level. Wes was right about the two built in benches on each side of the stall marked with a handicap sign. Wes went first and stood up on the bench. He slowly peeked over the top and remained motionless for a couple of seconds as a huge smile grew upon his face. He gave me two thumbs up and then, without moving his eyes away, motioned me to join him.

A lump formed in my throat as I contemplated what I was about to do. I slowly stood up on the bench to join Wes in his covert activity. He pulled me as close as he could to his body to narrow the space between us as his hard erection poked me in the middle of my side. I couldn't believe how quickly he'd boned up over what we were doing. As my eyes traversed the wall and beheld the sight below, my heart skipped a beat. There, in the other stall, was a college aged young man in perfect physical condition. He had brown hair on his head and a similar color on his patch. Other than that, he was hairless, very much like an older Wes. He had strikingly muscular legs and a well defined six-pack. He was definitely uncut and was jacking a genuine nine inch cock. His eyes were closed as the warm water bathed his body with glistening droplets. Suddenly, a glimmer of recognition flashed in my mind and my boner reacted with alarming hardness. It was none other than the lifeguard enjoying himself after a long day on duty. I couldn't help but pretend that he was jacking off to the images of Wes and me as we unknowingly turned him on earlier. I felt the tip of my boner press against the wall as the muscle man below me increased his speed. I almost didn't notice that Wes had started stroking me. He actually had to take my hand and place it on his cock for me to break out of my trance. Then, our distant admirer slowed his pace back down, bent his knees and arched his back. He held his breath for a moment as he shot several ropes of pearly-white man cream a foot and a half across the stall. As it hit the floor, I could swear I heard it splatter in my mind. As soon as he was finished, Wes pulled me back over to our side of the stall. Without saying a word, our eyes spoke volumes to each other. It was the hottest thing I'd ever witnessed, blowing away all the pornos that Ruben ever gave me all put together.

I'd gotten myself hot and horny all over again from what I'd just witnessed and I was ready to see more. Wes and I hopped down off the bench on that side and went over to the other side. We climbed up on that bench together. This time, Wes held me back for a moment. He wanted to have both of us peek over the wall together to kind of teach me how to do this by myself for the next time. He held up three fingers and mouthed the words, `on three'. Then he raised one finger, two fingers, and then three. Right on three we both peeked over together. I very nearly flipped out at what I saw. I involuntarily gasped. Wes put one hand over his own mouth and the other hand over mine. I couldn't breathe for a moment as I froze in place. There, having wild, unbridled sex below us were not one but two men. I silently gasped one single word under Wes's mouth hold.


End of Chapter #3

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