Date: Thu, 28 Oct 2004 21:27:32 -0700 (PDT) From: Malcolm McCallum Subject: The Adventures of Chad and Malcolm The Adventures of Chad and Malcolm By Malcolm McCallum - meerschaum69@yahoo.com This is for those over 18 (or age of consent in the reader's jurisdiction) and, enjoy stories of male with male sexuality. So if you have stumbled over this... somehow... And, don't want to read same sex stuff or are not legal to read this; well, you have been warned. While based on some of my experiences names have been changed, characters mixed or hypothecated. This story has been submitted to the Nifty Erotic Story Archive under their posting and copyright guidelines. All other rights are reserved. Please note: This is a work of fiction. This is a story about my friend Chad Shoster and myself, Malcolm McCallum. Yes, this does start in a church setting and will have to do with later chapters. I grew up going to church and some of my early sex play and understanding happened at a church sponsored summer camp. Please know I don't mean to offend. If you think sex and church should never be mentioned in the same place this may not be the story for you... Further, this is not a story just about men's rooms and peeing; for guys of this age it was an available venue where feelings and understandings could surface. - If this has not turned you off, ENJOY! Chapter 1: He Likes It As Much As I Do! Chad and his family joined our church shortly before Christmas; having moved to our area from Philadelphia. We were practicing Christmas carols the Wednesday night I met him. He was as tall as I was, having sandy blond hair, mine is dark brown and he has green eyes where mine are blue-gray. One of the moms brought him into the choir loft to join us kinds. I was at the end of a row and waved that there was a place by me. I pointed out where we were at singing "It Came on a Midnight Clear." Our eyes meet and, seemed to lock. It seemed to me we swam in each other's gaze. I knew then that we would be friends. After the rehearsal I made sure he knew he was welcome. Over the next few months we got to know each other a bit every Sunday during the 30 minute break between Church service and Sunday School. It was a large church and had a play area and garden in the back, with a grass area large enough for running games like football or soccer. We did wrestle around like most boys do; we even got in trouble for getting grass stains on our shirts and pants (fortunately we had left our suit jackets hanging inside...). But, we also talked a lot. I found that Chad liked to make real detailed models, collect stamps, and skiing. He had found out that my hobbies were tropical fish, beekeeping and target shooting (log the last two as father & son stuff...). We both liked hiking, fishing, baseball, swimming and, listening to music while reading science fiction stories... Talking about Heinlein, Herbert, Tolkin and most especially Star Trek lead us to closeness and trusting. We were both only children, filing the need for a sibling was something we could do for each other; we agreed to keep secrets, watch the others back and be `like brothers' for each other. When my April birthday came round he was the friend I got to ask to join my father and me at a pro baseball game. Part of the reason I asked for this game was that I wanted to do some guy stuff with him and I thought Chad really liked baseball (later I was to find it was because his dad expected him to like baseball and there were good looking guys; my reasons too). After we found our seats, before the game started I announced that I was going to go to the men's room to take a pee. Chad said he had to go too and went with me. The stadium men's rooms had two long walls with 25 foot or so long troughs, not the single units with a divider between like most places have these days. So if you were standing at the trough you could see the dicks of the others easer then at regular urinals and, if packed (like o' say, peak times around a game) guys tend to stand closer together. Even with all this capacity there was still a line of 7 or so when we had to wait a moment. Chad and I stood shoulder to shoulder while we waited, not single file like the line. We kept glancing at each other. Behind us a middle aged man got in line, then a teenager and two kids that looked like his younger brothers. We got to the head of the line, a `single' space opened; Chad said to the man, "Uh, we're together..." The man went past us. A moment later what looked like a father and son stepped away from the trough. We stepped up. Our elbows were rubbing together as we undid our belts and opened our flies. Chad was on my left, with our elbows touching we used that hand to lower our waistbands, the far side hand of each used to pull out our dicks. I looked forward and concentrated on getting my stream going. When I looked back Chad was going too. I could see a sparkle in his eyes. After a moment, we both gave a cautious looks around. There was an uncut man on Chad's left. By his eye movement I knew he wanted me to see it. I smirked at him to show I understood (I had no idea circumcision existed, it was just a strange looking dick to me). There were two older teenagers next to me looking like close friends too, they both were wearing jeans with out underwear and seemed be making sure their balls could be seen. Chad followed my glances, then gave me a wolf grin. A moment more and we were shaking the last drops off, my dick was hard as I put it away, so was his. Once out of the men's room and until we had to go down to our seats we walked with our arms over the others shoulder. When the 7th inning stretch started Chad poked me in the ribs and asked, "Wanna take a pee?" "Sure." I answered (of course I did!...) . It was not so crowded this time so we stepped right up. I got my stream going, then I could look around. I saw that Chad was looking over at mine; I moved the waist band of my jockey shorts down, exposing my balls. Chad did the same; this time I gave him my `wolf grin.' Comparing the two of us, we both had the starts pubic hair, dicks both cut and looked about the same size, his balls were more a puffy pillow where mine more were starting to hang down. After the game Chad came to our house for dinner. I was hoping we could have some time alone. Unfortunately, my mom had dinner ready almost as soon as we got there. I was to show him around while mom put it on the table. I quickly gave the tour of the house, keeping my room for last. My room was next to the kitchen with one common wall with the kitchen and one with the hall bathroom and a two doors, one from the hall and one into the bathroom. I closed the hall door behind us as we entered and then put my arm around Chad's shoulder. I whispered in his ear, "Just about everything I do in here my parents can hear." Chad put his arm around my shoulder and whispered back, "So what top secret thing do you want to talk about?" "Just letting you know that my room is not private," I whispered. "So if I were to tickle you, you would have to keep quiet," he whispered while slipping his hand under my t-shirt and firming his grip on my neck. "Well," I whispered as I evened our clench; "It's not your tummy I was thinking of tickling." Right then my mom called, "Malcolm, Chad, Dinner is on the table. You two come on!" A few weeks later Chad and I were in our youth group's bible study, which was due to end, when the youth minister announced that our church's summer camp, `Camp Ponderosa,' was accepting applications for the coming summer program. We would all get a chance to go to camp for one week sometime during the summer. Some weeks were for families to go together, some were for girls only and, some for boys only. The past two years I had gone to the boy's weeks. As flyers and applications were passed out I knew which kind of week I wanted to go to. Chad was looking interested and seemed to be looking for interest on my part . "So, have you gone to this Camp Ponderosa before?" Chad asked. "Ya, it's real fun!" I said, starting to explaining what went on at camp. I went into the hiking, swimming, candle making, softball, soccer, touch football and, the things one does at summer camp. I explained that except for family weeks they divided the weeks by boys and girls and by grades, 4th through 6th grades, 7 through 9th grades; high school kids had their own summer camp at a different location. We would be 7th graders. By this time we were walking down stairs. I had to take a pee (yes, I really did...) and told Chad. He said, "Same here." We started heading for the men's room which was down a long hall. When I did not think anyone could hear I leaned into him and said, "On Fridays of boy's weeks they allow skinny-dipping in the pool." A devilish smile washed over his face and he stopped walking. "Malcolm, you mean everybody swims naked?" Chad asked. "Ya! At least all the boys the same grade and their councilors," I answered. "They make you?" Chad continued his question. "Well, if they do it the same as last year on the last full day of camp we can skinny-dip if we want. All the boys of each grade get to vote, and it must be 100%. But, if we all vote yes, we all have to." Chad was looking like I was talking about doing something amazing. He had his wolf grin going. I went on, "Thursday morning just before we swim; we swim every day, but in swim suits, they tell us we can skinny-dip the next day if we want to. But, we have to vote on it. The rest of the day guys talk about it how there not chicken to do it and stuff. Then they give us a black marble and a white marble on Thursday night just before bed time. The councilor then comes round holding two bags, one for white and one for black. You drop you marbles in to the bags so no one can see. If they don't get all the black and white marbles back in the right bags it's off. So if you don't want to do it you don't have to look like a chicken or something in front of everybody." He started us walking down the hall again. He replied, "Malcolm, you know I'm not chicken to show my equipment." (I had never heard it called `equipment' before and the word stuck in my mind.) " I'll even trade `hands on' inspections with you any time you want. - Just swimming naked causes things to come up... I skinny-dipped with my friends back in Philadelphia, all 4 of us got erections." He stopped talking as we entered the men's room, seeing we were alone he went on; "If you're in the water without a swim suite and the water is flowing over your equipment how do you keep it down? It could be really..," he trailed off. We had gone up to the urinals, unbuckled our belts and opened our flies. Chad popped the waistband of his jockey short under his balls, making them push out and up and was slightly turned to me. I did the same. Having brought up the subject I did not want to seem chicken. However, I could feel my dick was almost hard. I stared at the porcelain and tried to get my stream going. Glancing at Chad I was aware he was having the same problem, no stream and pushing down a dick that wanted to point at the sky. We were alternating looking at each other's grinning face and throbbing dick. I said, "It could be really embarrassing to have an erection in front of an other guy..." "Unless you see he has one too," Chad finished the thought. We both burst into laughter, facing each other. With out saying anything else we let our dicks touch, letting them cross and bob together. "Someone could come in any time," I said. The thought of where we were hitting me. We gave trying to pee a few more minutes. We gave up when we heard voices in the hall, rapidly zipping up. "Lets go out back," I said and led us into the garden behind the church. There was no one around. As soon as we were out side Chad reached over to tickle my stomach and said, "You prick!" "Pecker pusher!" I kidded back. We were both laughing. We got in head-locks. I tickled him back, then let my hand drop to his groin, groping his rock hard dick through his pants. Chad of course was doing the same to me. Just then a few girls came out the door into the garden. We stopped groping each other but kept the head-locks, walking away from the girls. "Malcolm, wanna come over to my house? I want to hear more about skinny-dipping." Came out of Chad. And, by now I knew his wolf grin... "Dare you to get naked in my room while we talk." "Sure!" I answered. "If your getting naked too." "Yeah!.. If you dare me..." "I dare you. And, I dare you to trade those `hands on' equipment inspections," came giggling out of me. "Yeah! Lets get to my house!" Chad glowed with his reply. Chad leading we half sprinted back into the church and up the hall, stopping at the coat rack to grab our suit jackets . Then I got the first hint that Chad was a master at keeping secrets. "Better button up;" Chad said. He pointed at my groin, my boner was visible and there was a wet spot too; his, if anything, was even more obvious than mine. I would have known to do that and glad Chad had beaten me to the point; with other friends I'd done `things' with I had to do the secrecy management. With the jackets closed we looked like ordinary young men again. He went on, "Follow my lead with my mom. We need a reason not to come out of my room at all..." The adult Sunday school had apparently been over for a few minutes by the crowd in the narthex. Finding Chad's folks and my mom was not hard. Chad asked his mom, "Can Malcolm come over to play "Star Trek Trivia?" "I suppose so if it's ok with Malcolm's mother," answered Mrs. Shoster. My mother had spotted me and was heading to where we were, as she came up I asked, taking Chad's lead, "Mom, can I go over to the Shoester's? Chad wants to show me his Star Trek game." "Well I don't know. I don't want you messing up your good suit," replied my mom. Not missing a beat Chad piped up, "He can put on a pair of my jeans and shirt; I have old tennis shoes too if we want to go out to play..." "Well...," my mom said as she looked at Mrs. Shoester. Mrs. Shoester said, "It will be ok. I'll make sure he puts on something of Chad's and, besides when Chad traps one of his friends into that Star Trek game they play in his room for hours. I'm almost sorry we got it for him. Boys should play out side on a nice day like this. - Malcolm, I hope you know what your getting into..." She rolled her eyes. "Ok then," my mother said. And asked, "When do you want us to pick him up?" "O' we'll run him home after dinner, about 7:30, 8 o'clock ish..," replied Mrs. Shoester. "That's fine then;" said my Mom. There seemed to be a moment waiting for Mr. Shoester who was talking to one of the other men, so I then Chad went back down the hall and took care of our bladders. We went to the parking lot; then on the way. Chad and I in the back seat; he was his proper `good boy' self and I followed his example. It was about a 15 minute drive to the Shoester's. There was polite conversation with Mr. and Mrs. Shoester, about bible study, about Chad's and my love of sci-fi stuff and about summer camp. Mr. Shoester seemed to think that sci-fi exercised the mime in doors and thought a week at summer camp would `do him a world of good.' I was glad Chad's folks were going to be an easy sale on summer camp. Once at their house we deposited our shoes in their foyer (shoes were not worn in the Shoester house) and Mrs. Shoester swept us up to Chad's room. It was a big room, models hung from the ceiling and on a book shelf. An old stereo and CD collection was also on the book shelf, large speakers at each end. On a Formica topped table was Chad's current project, jars of paint and tubes of model glue around three masted clipper ship. A not made up double bed was in the middle of the back wall across from his dresser. To the left as you went in I could see Chad had his own bathroom. Mrs. Shoester went to the dresser and pulled out a T-shirt with a football and number 6 on it out and said, "this should fit you and Chad never wears it." She placed it on Chad's bed. Then went to the closet. She got some jeans out and placed them on the shirt. She then produced a wooden hanger. She finished, "Malcolm, you can put your suit on this." She handed me the hanger. "Well you boys get changed, lunch will be ready in half an hour or so; soup and sandwiches." Chad listened at the door a few moments and the sounds of his mom's foot steps going down stairs then locked his door. He turned back into the room, we were facing each other. We moved together and we reached out palm to palm, interlacing our fingers. We were grinning and laughing again. Then went nose to nose; the tips of our noses and foreheads together, our clenched hands drawn to our ears, our hips pressed together. "How do you want to do it?" Chad posed. My plotting brain had an answer; "We both get naked and exchange `mini inspections,' then one of us gets on your bed, he places his legs so that the heals are just outside the corners and he has to put his arms straight out over the sides. The other guy then gets 10 minutes to inspect all he wants, where ever he wants, head to toe. Then we exchange places for an other10 minutes. By then you mom will be calling us to lunch. "Ok. After lunch I want to try something," Chad replied. "Sure, what do you want to do?" I answered. "I call it the `Truth Torture of Tyr Durani 7'" Chad answered, wolf grin at 100%... "What's that?" I asked. "I'll have to show you warrior to warrior... If you don't like it we don't have to go on and I won't even think you're a chicken or something...." Chad replied, squeezing our clasp hands harder. "I'm not chicken... Lets start the Tyr Durani stripping ritual;" I answered. I let my grip on Chad's hands go and moved to Chad's tie as Chad moved to mine. We started to undress each other. We laird the ties on the dresser, then we opened the front of the other's shirt, this soon laird with the ties. We slid our arms under the others t-shirt, exchanging advantage until we were standing there bare chest to bare chest. Still nose to nose we started opening the others belt, top button, then sipped down the others pants and underwear in one. We half a step out of our fallen clothing and set to each other with our right hands going across the shoulder and grabbed the back of the others head. Our left hands started exploring the throbbing dick. We felt into each other's balls and gave a few squeezes but, soon we were rubbing, flat handed, fingers pointed down from the base of his balls up the shaft and back down again. This was a totally dreamy feeling and I think I could have stayed in that position for hours. After a few minutes Chad asked; "Do you want to flip to see who gets inspected first?" "No." I answered; "You can do me first." We did not say anything more but we both glanced at his alarm clock; it was 1:11 pm. Not breaking the hold we had I backed up to his bed and scooted up with Chad getting on top, straddling me. I spread myself out as planed, Chad sitting on my chest, his dick half an inch from my mouth. He waited until it turned 1:12. With a gentle touch he ran his fingers about my face. He moved down a bit and ran his hands up and down my arms. Then gave my armpits a tickle until I was giving moaning giggles and squirming a bit. He moved down further, raising up further to clear my dick that was poking him in the rear, when he settled on my body again he made sure his dick and balls were right on top of mine. He seemed to want to grind his balls into mine. He moved his hands around my tummy, up my chest an down my ribs on the side. He then leaned forward until our heads and noses touched again while rubbing his groin up and down into mine a few more strokes. He then moved so he was on his knees between my legs, my groin now taking his full attention. He started felling my balls. My scrotum was contracted making getting his fingers around my testicles a little hard. He started pulling on the skin so it would relax a little... He seemed to want to find out how far he could get it to stretch. Soon he was able to get my balls between his thumbs and first two fingers, one ball for each hand. He made a carful inspection at first. Then he started rolling them around, squeezing them, then probing behind them as far back in as he could. Yes, it hurt a bit, but I was not going to complain or `chicken.' He then started working his way up my dick, pushing his thumbs into the center, almost like he was trying to split it in two the long way. When he got to the top he took the head in one hand and like opening a flower bud he pushed the sides downward, spreading the opening as wide as possible. With the tip of the other hands first finger he made a few small circles about the opening and then he moved his finger tip into the opening, seeing how far he could get it to open. Then he stopped. Gave me three very gentle swipes with both hands from behind my nuts to the tip of my dick that felt real good. Then he did something that really surprised me; he leaned forward, cupping my shaft with his left hand kissing the tip of my dick!... He then gave a fast lick about and just under the head. - I knew then that Chad liked playing with a friends dick as much as I did! My legs were given a cursory inspection. Then he placed his whole body flat on top of me. He placed his forehead to mine, his nose to mine. He started moving his groin up and down on mine. We both started giggling again... I looked over to his clock and saw it was 1:22 and initiated a roll, keeping the `up and down' going. I moved to sitting on Chad's chest and we resumed the clenched hands posture. The clock hit 1: 23 and he released. I spent a time gently orbiting one finger just out side his eyes; if there was a way I really wanted to jump in and stay in his eyes forever. I quickly (yet gently) ran my hands about his face. Than moved down mirroring the way he had done me; arms, tickled armpits, twiddled his tits. Moving into a straddle, my groin on his. I really enjoyed running my hands around his torso, Chad is a well made guy. Moving between his spread eagle legs I started working his scrotum. Chad's `puffy' balls made it easy to get his nuts. I was fascinated to find the little nub or button things at the bottom of his balls (first time I knew they were supposed to be there). Chad was squirming while this part of the inspection was performed. I was glad. Some how to me it was important that we were even in the `took a little pain in the nuts and didn't cry department.' Then I did something I hoped surprised him. I went into the sides of his scrotum with my left thumb and first finger and held is dick with my ringers curled behind, leaving the underside exposed. Then, I licked from the base of his balls to the tip of his dick. He had not shown any hesitation to do `pleasure' to my dick and I was going to do the same with him. My tung started rapid licks around his dick head and then I started rapid sucking up and down his shaft. Chad was moaning with bliss. I knew what might be coming and stopped. Looking over at his clock I saw it was now 1: 33 I stopped, moved so our bodies were one on top of the other and then we rolled to side by side. We started moving our groins together, faster and faster. Laughing all the while. I felt something warm hit my chin and a moment later I felt the wonderful sensation of my own cum pumping out. We lay in each others arms, catching our breath. The smile on Chad's face was magic, I felt like I could look at that face for the rest of my life. In a moment he took a little of the cum onto one finger, "You know you can eat this stuff?" Then he licked his finger. And, a moment later he licked the glob off my chin. There was a bunch of it on his chest. I took a tentative lick at it. It was salty, sower, and the smell of musk bathed my nose. I licked more off. We started taking turns lick each other working our way down to our white coated cocks. I rased up and turned so we could both get to the others dick at the same time. - It was the first time I had ever been in a `69' but I did not know the name then. - I was just a natural position for our play. We licked each other clean and then some. It was a wild, good feeling having my dick and nuts licked. From down stairs we heard his mom calling, "Chad, Malcolm, lunch is ready." We jumped off his bed and pulled on jeans and t-shirts as fast as we could. Chad ran a brush through his hair and then tossed it to me. "We were just setting up the game so we can't look too messy..," Chad said. We headed down stairs. Over the tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches Chad was again the perfect young gentleman and I acted as well mannered and `just of over for a game' as I knew how. Jill went into a motherly suggestion that maybe we could go over to the community swim center, four blocks away, or maybe there would be a baseball game or touch football game in the field at the side of the center. She really seemed to think we should be `outside getting some sun.' Chad explained that I loved Star Trek as much as he did and it took a long time to understand the game rules before you got to the first trivia question. Reminding his mom of how long they had tried to play it when Chad had gotten it for Christmas. I piped in that it looked like a real fun game and Chad had only just started showing how it was played; I wanted to learn how to play and it would be more fun than going to the community center. "Jill," Tod (Mr. Shoester had asked me to start calling them by their first names) joined the conversation; "these two would rather travel to some other galaxy in there minds then play games here on earth. Lets let them do it. The worst thing they can get into is plotting to take over the Federation. I read westerns when I was a kid and it never did me any harm; I've always dreamed about being on the prarie with my side-kick and trusty steed. There is noting wrong with dreaming about being an astronaut. Maybe they will realize that astronauts need to be physically fit and do something about it. Until then they are safe in the house. Let them be boys with imaginations. They can go to the stars together, `Where no one has gone before...' Tod gave a grand jester to the ceiling. If Tod or my dad only knew... I was thinking with a twinge of guilt. "Well, of course" Jill went on. "It's just boys need a lot of physical activity. But, if that's what you guys want, go ahead," she sighed. We finished eating and rushed back up stairs. Chad again locked his bedroom door. We faced each other removed our t-shirts, tossing them on the dresser and then our jeans followed. Both of us had hard as rock boners. Chad gave my dick a gentle caress and said, "Before we get into it again there are a few things I have to do. We can get dressed quickly if one of my parents wants to come in. But, were supposed to be playing Star Trek trivia and it should look like we are in the middle of a game. Also, a little cover noise would be good. With that Chad went to his stereo and put on a rock station. He went to his closet and took the game down from his top shelf that seemed to have a lot of board games on it. He went to his table and carefully moved his model project to one side. He then started setting out the game. "Have you ever played this game before?" Chad asked. "Sort of." I answered. "I got that game for my birthday last year. However, my friend Trevor and me spent an hour trying to figure the rules out. He lost interest and I have not played since." "Good," said Chad. "Maybe we can play a little later but, you know enough to make a cover story sound convincing if you have to?" "Sure. I can make a good story about running into temporal anomalies and Klingons," I responded. - The game not only has trivia questions to answer, it has a board filled with a honeycomb grid and 100's of bad places for a piece to land. Chad finished setting out pieces, cards and dice. My dick was throbbing as he did this but I did not touch it. It did not seem fair as Chad could not play with his and set up the board. Finally he bent back to his closet and got the belt from a light cotton robe. "This is to secure us in the `Truth Torture of Tyr Durani 7'" said Chad, an excited smile washing over his face. "Sit here, facing me." He sat on the carpeted floor between the dresser and bed. He had us put our right legs over the others left, clenching our heals at the other's back, scooting up so our dicks and balls were touching. We were nose to nose again. Our dicks were pushing straight up, poking into the others stomach. Chad took them into his hands so the under sides were right together. He then put the belt around our dicks and tied a knot in the belt down on the shafts near the base. "Now you wrap one loop around and tie the tips together," Chad said. I did as instructed. Our dicks were just big enough to have these two loops around and leave the `mushroom' heads fully out of the fabric, but trapped, pressed into the other. "Now," Chad said, "take your right hand and work it so your cupping my balls while I get yours." I could feel his hand taking the bottom of my ball sack and moving his fingers up so he held me firmly bout not painfully; I had him the same way. "Wet the first finger of your left hand and lightly rub it around and just under the head of my dick like I do yours." With a feather light touch he slowly started moving his finger around my dick tip. "Ouhooo," escaped from me as an electric shudder coursed through my body. I was not sure if it was painful or just the most intense tickle I had ever felt. We clutched our heals harder into each other's backs and firmed the grip on the other's nuts. I thought our dicks were hard when we started this. Right away I felt his dick throbbing and having muscular twitching, mine answering. The belt binding our dicks seemed to tighten. We were both struggling not to squirm with the intense sensation. We moved back into forehead to forehead, nose pressing nose stance. Our eyes were locked, again swimming in each other but, this was different, deeper. There was no sense of fear of going to far. I was await of his smell, his firm legs about me, our genitalis one throbbing unit. After what seemed an hour but, was probably only a minutes Chad said in a soft voice, "I thought it would be fun to talk like this. Do you want to ask me anything? I must answer with 100% truth." I asked, "Did you do this with your friends in Philadelphia?" "On sleep-overs we would play dick games. It depended who's house we were at. Sometimes at Simon's house we would play `torture,' where we tied one guy up to the end of his bunk bed. We then tickled him all over and tried to make his dick feel too good, you know like when you squirt, until he would say, `I beg you to stop' three times. But, we would take time and take turns doing things, some of that hurt for real. And, Simon had an eagle feather, getting your dick worked over with that was torture." Finishing his reply I felt Chad's fingers dig deeper into my nut sack. I kept up. "You ever had your dick tortured?" Chad asked. `Ya, I had a bet game I had with my friend Daniel. We bet on all kinds of stuff. If we lost the other guy got to do what ever he wanted to the other guys dick. Most of the time we ended by making our dicks feel too good to." Came my answer. This time it was my hand squeezing harder and moving his nuts around. My balls now hurt a little. One way I wished we were rubbing the whole dick. I knew the point was to force each other to take more and part of me was ready and wanted it. I asked, "Chad, you like getting your dick tortured; wanna say we're dick partners and try what ever we can think of on each other any time?" "No mater how weird, how grosse, how painful or, even how gay...?" Chad clarified. "Or even how gay. So long as we both have to do it." I said. "Agreed," Chad answered. "Malcolm, have you ever kiss an other boy?" Chad look intense as he asked this, sweat coming down his cheeks. He started us working our balls even harder and playing with our dick heads with thumb and fingers. "No. But I want to kiss you right now." I completed my answer by letting go of his dick and taking the back of his head. Our lips came together. I had seen tonguing and went right to it. Chad had his tongue way deep in my mouth with out any hesitation. In a moment our hands were undoing the knots, freeing our dicks. We stood, and returned to a two handed grasp of the other's groin. A flood of liquid joy soon bathed our hands. "Dick warriers for life!" Chad anointed me; he took a glob and smeared my face, forcing one dripping finger into my lips. "Dick warriers for life," I repeated. I finished my smearing of him with a dot on his nose. We fell into his bed, kissing. The rest of the afternoon we spent finding out how many times we could make the other guy squirt or at least get his dick to try. By sucking, rubbing by hand or just rubbing together. Soon we heard Tod yelling up, "Bring the ship into port, you mother says dinner will be ready in 15 minutes." How time flies... We washed up a bit in his bathroom and made our selves presentable. It was a little uncomfortable pulling on underwear and jeans. Over dinner Chad and I snapped back into `good kid' mode. After dinner Jill sent me up to change back into my suite. By that time soreness was setting in and I had a hard time acting like everything was ok. In Chad's room I set to work getting ready. Chad stripped to and we had one last naked look. Our dicks were red and had several scabs each. Comparing, we both got hard again. Holding one another we gave one long final kiss. Next Chapter - Chad and Malcolm go to camp.