Date: Thu, 11 Sep 2003 14:41:39 -0700 From: dude sweet Subject: Camping in the Mountains Warning: If you only read the stories for the sex parts, you will not like this one. There is not too much sex parts in it. Please let me know if you like this kind of story. I enjoyed writing it. If you want to email me about my story or whatever (as long as it's not to be mean) then use my NEW email address. It starts with DudeSweetUSA and ends with (at) Hushmail (dot) com (I did it like this so maybe I won't get so much spam). Camping in the Mountains It was near the end of the summer, when my parents and I went camping up in Big Bear. It's got a big lake and is about 3 hours from our house. We usually go camping a few times a year for a couple of days, but this trip was going to be all week. We got there about 3:00 and quickly and expertly set up the two tents. They have a dome tent that sets up in about 30 seconds. I have a pup tent that takes about 20 minutes to set up. But I had my own tent! This was important, because for the last year I had been jacking off and needed the privacy of my own tent. It was funny, when my dad first got me my own tent for my 12th birthday, I was happy thinking it was cool to be in my own tent, but the first couple of camping trips I was a little lonely and a little scared at night. Ok, I admit it; I was scared as shit alone at night, but didn't want to complain. It wasn't until my dad gave me thorough birds and bees lecture and a few months later when I began to play with my dick, that I appreciated having my own tent. Now, at 14, jacking off was a morning and evening activity at the least. Some days I would do another in the middle of the day if privacy was available. A few weeks ago, I had the house to my self all day and was able to come five times! Since we were going to be here for a week, I went out to explore the area and see if anybody else was here for a long trip. There was a family with 3 little kids, a couple of groups of college age couples. As usual, a bunch of older grandparent types. I was a little bummed; there were no guys my age around. Heading back to our site for dinner I passed a boy sitting on the ground against a tree who looked asleep. He was about my age I guessed. His eyes were closed. "Hey," I said quietly, in case he really was asleep. His eyes opened immediately. "Hi," I repeated, sitting next to him on the dirt. "Were you asleep?" "Naw, just bored." His voice was all scratchy like he had a sore throat or something. "I just got here today, be here for a week. How long you been here?" "Four months." "Four months! Wow, that's a lot of camping." "Naw, we're not camping, we live here." "You live in the campgrounds?" "Yeah." I never heard of that. Seemed weird. But he acted like he didn't want to talk about it, so I dropped the subject, even though I was burning with curiosity. "I'm Jason. You want to be my friend?" I asked. When you're camping and meet someone, you have to make friends quick, or one of you will leave and you will never get to hang much. So I always try to make friends quickly. For the first time since I saw him, he smiled. "Yeah. Cool." I hold out my hand to shake his hand. We shake. "What's your name?" I ask. "Frankie." Well, sitting close to Frankie, and now shaking his hand, I realize he stinks. Now, I'm not a big fan of cleanliness or anything. I only take a bath when I have to, or when forced to, but Frankie here was pretty stinky, even for a kid. But I didn't say anything. It was none of my business. Besides, I really didn't care. Sometimes, especially on a camping trip, I would get pretty stinky too. He was also dirty, like his hadn't washed his clothes for a long time. He was wearing an old, tight, faded Lakers t-shirt and some torn, black gym shorts that came down to his knees. His shoes were pretty beat up and I don't think he was wearing any socks. All his clothes were covered in dirt, as he was, especially his hair. I wondered when the last time he had a bath. But of course, I didn't say anything. I get dirty too. He had green eyes, brown hair that was kind of curly and very uncombed. It almost looked like a bird's nest. He had a few dark hairs on the bottom of his legs near his ankles that disappeared before his knees. As he stretched, I could see he had a little bit of armpit hair because his shirt was way too small for him. I was jealous of his armpit hairs, as I didn't have any there yet, but at least I had plenty around my dick "where it counts," as my friends and I call it. "What is cool to do here?" I ask. "You got money?" I laugh. "No, but my parents do." "If they got money, you can rent a boat or go skiing. There's lots of cool stuff if you got money." Well I had been to Big Bear before so I already knew those things. I was just trying to make conversation. "Can you get some money from your mom?" "Why." I was a little concerned. Was he going to try and rob me or my parents. "Because they got a big ass arcade down in the city." I have been there before. The have a lot of older games. In fact, tons of older games, that my dad can beat me at. LOL. "Yeah, I can probably get some quarters." He hops up, holds out his hand, and helps me up. As we walk back to my camp site, we talk about how hot it is, how it might rain tomorrow and boring weather stuff. But it's good, because we both keep the conversation going. I hate it when you have to think of things to say, because the other guys aren't good at conversations. But he was ok. "Hi mom, dad, this is my friend Frankie. Can we have some quarters to walk into town and go to the arcade?" Ignoring my question, my mom holds out here hand to shake hands with Frankie. "Hi Frankie, nice to meet you." My dad comes over and does the same. "Nice to meet you Frankie." My parents are such dorks sometimes. "Nice to meet you," Frankie says. "So can we?" I ask my mom again, her seeming to have forgotten my question. "No, honey, it's time for dinner. Frankie, would you like to eat with us?" My dad is already setting another place at the table. "What are we having?" I say before Frankie can answer. Mom says "Franks and beans." Hotdogs are ok, but I like it when we have hamburgers and baked potatoes. That's our best camping meal. Well Frankie never really has to answer, because it's just assumed he will eat with us. He's kind of skinny I can see, so I figure he probably won't eat much. Boy was I wrong. He inhaled three hotdogs with tons of trimmings and ate two entire plates of beans. Well that wouldn't make him smell any better tonight. LOL. I managed only two dogs. We had plenty of food, so he could have as much as he wanted. He was so skinny I couldn't imagine where all that food was going. After eating, he chugs down a Dr. Pepper and makes a loud long burp. He doesn't say excuse me, so I elbow him and whisper it to him. He looks at my mom and says "Excuse me." She's big on manners and stuff like that. I just hope he doesn't rip a loud fart from all the beans. "So can we have some quarters? For the arcade?" My mom looks at my dad. He says "Well I have to go into town for some supplies. I will drop you boys and you can play while I'm shopping." As we get up, Frankie says to my mom "Thanks a lot for dinner. It was very good." That was nice, but he's got to be kidding. Franks and beans, good? There are so very ordinary. Maybe he was just kissing ass, to get in good with my mom. Yeah, that was probably it. As we drive the short way into town my dad asks "So, how long you camping for?" I'm in the middle, I elbow my dad to shut up and give him a look that also tells him to shut up. I jump in to change the subject "Thanks for bringing us to the arcade dad." I am worried he will go on asking questions, but he doesn't. He gives me $5 as we hop out of the car. "Thanks dad." "Thanks," says Frankie. He sticks his head back into the window. "Thanks a lot." So my dads not gone long, but with two of us playing, we run out of quarters quickly. As we stand around waiting, Frankie says "You sure have nice parents." "Yeah, I guess." "I don't have a dad," he says sadly. He looked like he was going to cry. I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. I hoped he didn't cry. It made me feel so sad; I even thought I was going to cry. But luckily, my dad pulled up and we climbed in. "Do you want me to drop you at your site?" my dad asks. "I can walk from yours, it's not far." So he says thanks about a million times, before he says bye and goes to his campsite. "Why did you elbow me in the car to shut up?" my dad asks. Oh yeah, I forgot about that, but he didn't look mad. "He's homeless," I blurt out. "They live here in a tent. Him and his mom. He doesn't have a dad." That's all I knew. I hoped it was enough. It was. We unpacked the stuff from the car and sat around the fire. There were outhouses, but I just peed in the trees near our site before going to bed. Well, going to sleeping bag actually. As I laid there I was thinking about if this was my only bed, my only room. I started to feel very sad for Frankie. I woke up when I head my parents outside talking to someone. It sounded like Frankie. I heard my mom say "Frankie, it's late, he's already asleep." I quickly unzip my tent and stick my head out. "I'm not asleep," I proclaim. "Jason, it's late, you should be asleep." Yes mom, I was asleep. But my friend came over. He's standing right there in front of you. "Mom can I just have a few minutes with my friend?" "Ok. Five minutes." I motion for Frankie to come over into my tent. I am already in my underwear and it's kind of cold outside. He climbs inside. "What's up?" I say. He mumbles something. "What?" "My mom has a friend over. I was hoping you were still awake." "She has a friend over? What do you mean?" "One of her boyfriends. I think he's spending the night." "Oh," I say not understanding. Silence. "Can I sleep here?" He finally asks. OH. I think I understand. They are having sex and he's kicked out. Where did he usually sleep when that happened? Would my parents let him sleep with me? It's a small tent, but two can fit. I climb out of my sleeping bag saying "Stay here a second." I brave the cold in my boxers and jog over to my parents who are now getting into there tent. I stick my head in and say real quietly "Can Frankie sleep with me. His mom has a friend, a boyfriend or something, to spend the night and he doesn't have anywhere to go." There. That's all I know. Please don't ask any stupid questions. My mom says "He's kicked out what do you mean?" "I don't know." She continues, "And we don't have an extra sleeping bag. Where will he sleep? There's really not enough room in your tent." "Please." I put my pride aside and beg. She looks to my dad. He nods. He always decides the important things. "Ok, but I don't want to hear you boys talking all night." "No, we'll be quiet, I promise. Thanks." I zip up their tent as I hurry through the chilling night air. Frankie is lying down next to my bag, his legs pulled up to his chest. "You can stay," I say as I worm my way back into my sleeping bag and zip up the tent. He opens his eyes and says "Thanks Jason. You are a good friend." He puts his head back down. He must be freezing in those shorts with no blankets or anything. "Dude, you will freeze." "It's ok man, I'm used to it. It's way warmer in a tent than just outside. Thanks." Sometimes he sleeps outside? With no blankets or anything? I guess that's what homelessness is all about. I never really thought about it before. "Dude, I will wake up and you will be a frozen Popsicle." I unzip my bag. "It will be a little crowed, but why don't you share with me?" I scoot over to make more room in the bag. He opens his eyes. "Are you sure?" he asks tentatively. "Yeah, but don't take this the wrong way, can you take off your stinky clothes?" I mean he reeked. And they were very dirty. "Sure," he says sitting up, pulling off his shoes. The shoe odor stunk up the tent. "Dude those are toxic, put them outside." I zip open the tent. I didn't want to hurt his feeling or anything, but they were really bad. As he pulls off his tight, too small shirt, I re-zip up the tent and climb into my bag. Well, our bag for the night. He pauses slightly before pulling off his dirty shorts. Oh. I see why he paused. He doesn't have any underwear. I feel stupid now for saying anything about his clothes. I can tell he is embarrassed and he crawls naked into my bag and zips it up. He stays as far on his side of the bag as he can. I turn out the lantern. We lay on our backs staring up at the tent, too embarrassed to say anything to each other. I'm embarrassed for telling him his clothes were stinky. He's embarrassed for having stinky clothes. We're both embarrassed because he's naked. I finally work up the courage and say "Sorry man, I didn't know you didn't have any boxers." "It's ok. I'm happy to be warm. Sorry my clothes are so dirty." "That's ok man, mine get dirty too." But never that dirty. Poor guy. "Goodnight." "Goodnight." He turns to look at me. "And thanks a lot man." "It's ok." We lay there quietly for a few minutes. I hear the tent being zipped open from the outside. It's my dad with a pillow. He gently picks up Frankie's head and puts the pillow under it. I feel bad that I wasn't sharing my pillow. I think Frankie is already asleep. "Goodnight" he says very quietly as he rubs my hair and zips up the tent. As I lay there, I do not think of seeing Frankie's dick for the first time, not of his nakedness right next to me. I don't think of jacking off, like I usually do every night, especially on campouts. The only thing I think of is how happy Frankie was to have a good meal, a few quarters of fun and a warm place to sleep at night. These are things I have everyday and never think about. Things I take for granted. I fall asleep with a few tears running down my face. ^^^^. Waking up is very strange. As I awaken I notice a strong body odor. Oh yeah, Frankie is with me. Then I notice my boner is poking poor Frankie in the side. Then I notice my leg is on top of Frankie, specifically, on top of his naked boner. Oh. Very embarrassing. I quickly pull myself away and push myself as far as I can on my side of the sleeping bag. He opens his eyes and looks at me. Before he can say anything I say, "Sorry man." "Sorry for what?" he asks. "For being practically on top of you. For poking you in the side with my^.." boner, morning wood, dick. I don't finish. He smiles. "It's ok man. I get them too." "Yeah I know. Sorry I was on top of your^." I still can't say it. "Boner?" He says smiling. I smile back, embarrassed. "Dick. My tower of power. My willie." We are both laughing now. I add "Your wang, your peepee, your thingie, your sausage." This cracks him up even more. "My ding dong, my penis, my ERECTION." We both laugh so loud at this. After we stop laughing I say "How about if we take a shower?" I mean I don't usually take a shower on the first day, but being next to and on top of him, got me stinking pretty badly. And he sure needed one. "It costs money. Sorry, I don't have any quarters." "That's ok. I will get some from my mom. She always brings quarters for camping. Want to borrow some of my clothes, so we can wash yours?" "Yeah, they really need it. Sorry." "It's ok man. I have plenty." And I did. Compared to him I was a millionaire. I climb out of the sleeping bag, being careful not to bump into his naked boner again. I pull out some of my boxers, shorts, socks and a shirt from my backpack. I pull on my shorts from yesterday and wait for him to get dressed so I can unzip the tent and get some non-stinky fresh air. He unzips the bag and I notice he still has a boner, as he embarrassedly pulls on my boxers. I've seen boners before. Me and my friends have compared a few times and flashed each other sometimes, but I never slept next to and on top of a naked boner. I figure boxers are enough covering so I unzip the tent as he finishes getting dressed. My dad is getting ready to cook breakfast. My mom is probably in the outhouse. Girls can't pee on trees like boys can. "Good morning son. Sleep ok? Is your friend ok?" "Yeah, we're fine, but we really need some quarters for showers." I lower my voice. "He really, really needs a shower. And can we wash his clothes too? I gave him some of my stuff to wear." My dad smiles at me. "Good. Sure, mom will be right back to give you quarters and soap and shampoo. Use as much as you need, ok?" Frankie has finished getting dressed and joins us. My clothes are way too big for his skinny body, but at least they are clean. "Good morning Frankie. Sleep ok?" "Yeah it was great. Thanks a lot." My mom comes and gives me a whole bag of quarters. "You boys use as many quarters as you need. We can always get more." She is talking to me, but I know she means Frankie. "Give me all your dirty clothes so I can get them washed to." Frankie runs over to my tent and pulls out his shorts and shirt and hands them to my mom. "Socks, underwear?" she asks. To save him embarrassment, I jump in, "That's all mom. Thanks." I kiss her on the cheek. I know that will shut her up, it always does. We grab towels and head to the showers. I take out 3 quarters and hand him the bag. "Use as many as you need." I also let him use the soap and shampoo first. When he asks, I tell him just throw it over when he's done. The room has 4 little cubicles and a shower curtain on the outside of each one. In each room is a tiny room for putting your clothes and a bench connecting to a small shower stall. I quickly strip and put my first quarter in. I get under that water and wash the stink off of me. I no longer smell like Frankie. As I am relaxing, the shower curtain opens, and Frankie comes in with the shampoo and soap. He's not even wet. "Mine doesn't work. Can I use yours?" Yikes, he saw me naked. Well, I guess it's ok. We're friends now, and besides, I saw his boner already, I even squished it with my leg. Plus he's naked now too. But it's weird, I never been in a shower with somebody else before. "I guess," I say, moving out of the spray to make room for him. Well at least this way I can make sure he gets clean. I hand him the soap and say "Go ahead, soap up." He does. I put the shampoo in my hair, while he is soaping. The water goes out and I put in another quarter. We trade places so I can rinse my hair and he can use the shampoo. I almost get a boner when I soap up, but manage not to embarrass myself. We trade spots again. I suggest he shampoo again, and he does. We end up putting in five quarters to get clean, but it is money well spent. And Frankie doesn't smell like Frankie anymore. As we dry off together in the little cubby, I get to take inventory of what he's got. More hair than me, as I suspected from his armpits. His dick is about the same size as mine, but his balls are bigger than mine. A lot bigger. I can't really remember how big his boner was when I saw it. I was too embarrassed at the time to notice. We talk and act like we have been naked together a million times before. It's kind of cool. We both dress and head back to camp. "Thanks a lot for the quarters," he says as he gives the bag to my dad since my mom is gone, probably to wash his clothes I guess. She sure is a nice mom. My dad has breakfast all ready and we both dig in. Bacon, eggs and bread with orange juice. With a little encouragement from my dad, he downs about twice as much as me and even more than my dad. How can such a skinny boy eat so much? Hungry, I guess. So after breakfast, my dad packed us both a lunch/snack because we were going to climb to the top of the mountain. He packed two sandwiches for Frankie, in case he was still hungry. It was fun hiking and talking with him up the mountain. When we got to the top, we sat down to rest and drink a Dr. Pepper. We piss together and head back down. It's a lot easier going down. Well my mom is there and we all eat lunch together. After lunch me and Frankie go around to all the camp sites and collect bottles and cans. At first I thought it was because he was into recycling and stuff, but then he began to tell me how much money we were going to able to get from cashing them in, so I realized this was how he got money. I guess he must have spent it mostly on food. After collecting $1.25 we went by his tent to give the money to his mother. She was sitting on the picnic table in the shade. He introduced me and we quickly made our getaway. As we help prepare dinner, I ask my mom if Frankie can sleep over again. She said she would think about it. Later, my dad looked at me until I looked back at him and gave me a thumbs up, meaning yes. After we clean up dinner, Frankie and me just walk around, hang out, and talk. It's nice and relaxing. We sit with my mom and dad and talk some more. I'm so glad they don't ask him any questions about his situation. When we go into our tent to get ready for sleeping, we find his clothes all clean. "Jason, your mom is so nice. Thanks." He starts to climb back out of the tent. "Where are you going?" I ask. "To tell her thank you. Is that ok?" "Yeah, she'll like that." I watch as he goes to their tent and says knock knock. He thanks my mom. She comes out of the tent and gives him a big your welcome hug. I was kind of embarrassed, but he seemed to like it, so I guess that was cool. We both strip to our boxers and unembarrassed, climb into my sleeping bag. As we lay there talking about everything, I realize that's it been two days since I jacked off. What a stupid time to think of that, because it gives me a boner. I am careful to stay away from him so I don't poke him. Darn, I should have jacked off today earlier or something. Well, I'm stuck now. It's hard to fall asleep when you are in a sleeping bag with someone else and you have a boner. Very hard. I wake up later, I don't know how long, because I here Frankie crying. I turn to face him and ask "What's wrong?" "Sorry," he says. Still dripping tears. "Don't be sorry. Why are you crying?" "I don't know." I put my arm on his back, and pat him, like my mom does to me sometimes. After a little bit, he turns to face me. "Sorry." I pull my arm away. "Dude you have to stop saying your sorry. OK?" "Why are you so nice to me?" What? I'm not especially nice to him. I just treat him like a friend. Maybe he's not use to that. Maybe he doesn't have any friends? When you think about homeless people, which I never really did before, you don't really think about them not having friends or anything. I feel very empty in my stomach. I start to get tears. More than that, they start to leak out of my eyes and drip down my face. I try to say `cause you're my friend', but I'm afraid if I talk, I will cry out loud, so I keep my mouth closed, trying and failing to hold back my tears. He reaches his arm out. I'm on my side facing him, so he just touches my arm and says "Why are you crying?" I don't know. I mean maybe because I am sad for him. Maybe because I just now realize how bad it is to be homeless, to have no friends. Maybe because I forget to thank my parents for all they stuff they do for me and give me. When I asked him why was he crying he told me I don't know. And that's my answer too. This seems kind of funny to me. "I don't know." I say, almost smiling. He smiles too, realizing that we both said the same thing. I reach over and tickle him on his side. He attacks me back. We have a tickle war. We go from crying together to laughing hysterically in like 30 seconds. It's not easy to have a tickle/wrestle war in a small sleeping bag, but we manage. He ends up on top of me and we both realize that my dick has turned into a boner. He slides off. "Sorry," I say. "It happens all the time." I'm embarrassed. And surprised. Why did I get a boner? I wasn't thinking about jacking off or anything. He just looks at me and giggles. "I'll try not to wake up with my ERECTION poking you in the side." Well this starts a new round of laughter. As soon as I can talk again, I say "I'll try not to wake up on top of you, squishing your ERECTION." Why is erection should a funny word? I don't know. "I have to tell you something. Please don't get mad at me." "Ok," I say. What was this about? "I woke up before you yesterday. You were on top of me. I felt your dick poking me in the side and your leg was on my dick. I didn't move it off because it felt good. Having your leg on my dick made me have good feelings down there. I'm sorry." Uh^^^^mmmmmm^^^..ok. Well^^what's the big deal? I would probably like it to, maybe. Something on my dick besides my hand. So I tell him, "No problem. I probably would have done the same thing." "Really?" he says. "It's not gay?" "I don't know. I don't think so. It's cool man." "Ok." We talk a little more and he finally falls asleep. Like I wished I could do. But I have this problem. This 5.25 inch problem. It won't go away. I decide I will never get sleep, so as carefully as I can; I climb out of the sleeping bag, unzip the tent and make my way to the picnic table. I pull down my boxers and freeze my ass off, as I sit on the bench and begin to jack off. It's cold, my ass is freezing, but I have to do it. It's been two days. I quickly explode about a liter of come, or so it seems like to me. I use a napkin to clean up and quickly make my way back into the tent. I zip up and climb into the bag. "Your freezing," he says, as I brush against him getting into the bag. "Yeah, sorry, I had to pee." I lie. And then I can fall asleep. ^^^^. I wake. We are both on our sides with my morning wood, poking Frankie in the back. I pull away. He giggles. "Sorry," I say. "It's ok, I got an ERECTION too." This is so funny; I wake up immediately laughing my ass off. We pull on our shorts from yesterday over our boners and go outside to pee. By the time we finish peeing, both our dicks and unhard. We go back into the tent and pull on our t-shirts as we join my mom and dad who are getting breakfast ready. "You boys want to go water skiing today?" my dad asks. "Yes," I say. "Yes, please, that would be great. Thank you," says Frankie. Yeah, that's what I meant to say too. Well we have some time to kill before we go. When you are looking forward to something, time is evil and slows down, making two hours seem like two days. We go into our tent. I let him have my bathing suit and I just wear shorts. I wonder why his balls hang down more than mine? So do my dads. Maybe I still have some growing to do. I hope. I have water skied before, so I have no trouble going first and showing off for my dad and Frankie. It takes Frankie a few tries, but then he's up. We cheer for him in the boat. Then he wipes out bad. The skies go flying everywhere. We pull the boat around fast. He's wearing his life jacket of course. What happened was when he fell off, he forgot to let go of the handle, so he got dragged behind the boat until he figured it out, swallowing half the lake. He is coughing from swallowing so much lake, so my dad jumps in to help him. First my dad makes sure he's ok, which he is, and then he grabs the skies and hands them to me on the boat. I put them on the floor and my dad helps Frankie over to the boat and on the ladder. He's naked! He's not wearing my bathing suit. It must have fallen off. His ass was right in my dads face when he went up the ladder. His dick is shrivelled to extra small size. Mine does that too in the cold lake. My dad doesn't day anything about his nakedness, so I don't either. We help him off with his life vest and he wraps a towel around himself to dry off. "You got boxers on?" my dad asks me, meaning under my shorts. I nod. "Can you share your shorts with Frankie?" Yes, I should have thought of that myself. I quickly pull of my shorts and give them to him. "No dude, it's my fault I lost them. I'm so sorry." "Take them. I have more. They were old and crappy anyway." Another lie. They were my favorites, but I didn't want him to feel bad. He puts on my shorts. I go again in my boxers. It's kind of cool water skiing with only your boxer's one. Frankie doesn't want another turn, so we take turns just driving the boat around the lake. We just float around while we eat lunch out on the water. Food tastes much better when you are in a boat, on a lake. After we eat, we explore the entire lake. We pull into a smaller area and my dad asks us if we want to swim around the boat for a little bit. Yes we do. After my dad drops the anchor, and determines it's deep enough, I dive off the boat into the water. "Come on Frankie, dive in," I shout to encourage. He looks a little afraid, but dives in. He comes up panicked. "My shorts came off." My dad jumps in and rescues his shorts. As my dad climbs the ladder back into the boat he suggests, "Maybe you should just skinny dip, so you don't lose them permanently. Is that ok with you." "Yeah, thanks, that's cool with me." My dad looks to me. "You can skinny dip too if you want." Do I want to? Hell yes, sounds like fun. I have never skinny dipped before, but I have heard about it. I pull off my boxers and throw them to my dad. As I swim around, I realize what the big deal is about swimming naked. It feels good. It makes you feel free and like a fish or a dolphin as you swim around. I liked it a lot. Frankie was having fun to. After we swim a while and Frankie climbs the ladder once again naked to get in the boat, I realize that I will have to do the same. It's a little weird because my dad hasn't seen me naked since like two years ago, before I had hair or anything. But since he's already seen Frankie naked twice, I figure it won't be that big of a deal. I do it. It's not a big deal. In fact, it's not a deal at all. I don't know what I was so freaked out about. We dry off and just wrap out towels around us as we take turns driving back to the dock. As we get close, my dad suggests we get dressed. It's funny; I even forgot we were naked. This time I don't even think about it, just drop my towel and stand naked in the middle of the boat, pulling on my boxers. If the world wants to see it, let them look I figure. Frankie does the same. We drive back to camp with Frankie saying `thank you' and `sorry' about one hundred thousand times. No, I didn't keep count. It just seemed like a lot. We go into our tent, I think of it as our tent instead of my tent, and change into clean dry clothes. Frankie wears his original clothes with some of my boxers and socks. Me and Frankie cook dinner. Hamburgers and cheeseburgers! My favorites. My mom watches us cook while my dad is changing and resting. We chow down three burgers each. Being out in the sun on the water makes you hungry. And skinny-dipping makes you even hungrier maybe. We all play Uno after dinner. It's fun. When Frankie goes to pee I ask he if can sleepover again. This time, my mom doesn't even have to check with my dad, she says its ok right away, but that we have to tell his mom where he is and everything. Se we walk over to his tent. His mom says he can stay and we come back. After checking in with my mom, we grab a flashlight and just walk around a little reliving the fun experiences of the day. "Man your wipe-out on the skis was the best. It was awesome, stuff flaying everywhere. I'm glad you weren't hurt or anything." "Sorry I lost your bathing suit." "Frankie, I mean this is the best way. If you don't quit saying that you're sorry so much, I'm going to pound you into the ground. Ok?" I smile, so he knows I'm kidding. "Ok," he says grinning. "This was a great day!" "What was your favorite part?" I ask. He thinks for a second. "Swimming naked." He laughs. I laugh to. "Erection!" I shout out. We both bust up. I don't know why I said it. It didn't make any sense. It just seemed like the thing to say at the time. "Did you have one in the water?" "No. The water was so freezing, my dick went to micro-mini size," I explain. "Yeah, mine too." "I never swam naked before. It was fun." "Yeah, sleeping naked was fun to. Your sleeping bag felt good on my dick. It's soft and silky." "Yeah? Maybe I'll try it sometime." "Yeah. You will like it." We get back to our site. I `knock-knock' outside my parents tent to let them know we are back. My mom unzips and says goodnight. We get into our tent. As we are undressing, Frankie says "You want to try it tonight?" "Try what?" "Sleeping naked." Oh yeah, I forgot. "I will if you will," I challenge. "OK." He is already in his boxers and quickly pulls them off and climbs in the bag. I follow, my dick starting to get hard. We lay there, side by side, naked in the sleeping bag. "You like it?" he asks me. Well I guess my dick likes it, because I have a boner. "Yeah. Feels good." We lay still. "You got an erection?" he asks me. "Do you?" I ask, before I tell. "Yeah. It feels good. So do you?" "Yeah, I do." Well I can't think of anything to say. We just lay there and eventually fall asleep. ^^^^. I wake up, once again on top of Frankie, except this time we are both naked. That's right, my naked boner is poking him and my leg is on top of his naked boner. Why do I get like that when I'm sleeping?" I start to climb off. "Don't," he says. "It feels good." Ok. It's kind of weird, but it does feel good. My dick likes being up against his naked leg. "Erections are cool." I say. He laughs. "Very cool. Want to trade positions?" "Ok." I take my leg off of his boner and lay on my back. He puts his leg over my boner and snuggles his boner and body up against my side. "Like it?" he asks. "Yeah its cool." It's kind of gay, but I don't say that, because whatever it is, it is fun. It's way cool, but something else is happening. I have to pee! Having his leg on my boner feels good, but it's also pushing on my bladder making me have to pee even more. "Uh, I have to pee, I say pushing his leg off me and starting to climb out of the sleeping bag. "Me too." He says as we both pull boxers on over our boners. My parents are still in their tent. As we stand near a tree, our dicks out trying to pee, I say "It's cool not having to bend over to pee in the toilet." "Yeah, I hate it when my dick is so hard, I can't point it down to pee." "Yeah, this is much easier, no hurting your dick, just let it point where ever it wants to." As we walk to our tent, my dad pokes his head out of his. Did he hear us talking about boners? Uh, probably. I didn't think of that. "Good morning boys." "Hi dad." "Hi, good morning." Staying in our boxers, we go to the picnic table. I think it's ok. I mean we were naked most of the time yesterday. He even let us skinny dip. My dad comes out. "You guys feel like a long hike and eating lunch on the hike?" "Yeah, I guess." "Wow! Yeah! That sounds cool. Thank you." Yeah, That's what I meant too. After breakfast, we played cards with my mom and dad for a while, then packed big lunches, and went to a trail that was supposed to be cool. We hiked around for about 60 minutes, then had our sandwiches. My mom and dad wanted to go back, but me and Frankie wanted to go more. So agreed to go all the way to the end of the trail, and they would wait here until we got back. Excited to be on our own, we head up the trail. It's nice and we don't see anybody else. He explains, "It's only on the weekends when it's crowed. During the week there's not too many people here." "It's cool, like we are the only ones on this mountain." "Yeah, we can make as much noise and stuff as we want and nobody will care." I yell out, as loud as I can, "Erection," as we try to stop laughing so we can here the echoes. He does it too. It's funny, to hear the mountains shouting `erection' back to us. He changes the yell to "Boner." We both yell that for a while too, listening to our echoes. We also laugh wondering if people can here us. "Do you have one?" he asks me. "No. Do you?" He giggles. "Yeah." Neither one of us says anything. "Want to see?" he asks. Well it's funny. He's had a boner around me a bunch of times already, but I never really looked at it. I felt it with my leg, I felt it poking me in the side, but never felt comfortable enough to get a good look. But now was my chance. "Yeah, I guess." He kicks off his shoes and pulls down his pants, with my boxers underneath and steps out of them. Then he pulls off my boxers and is standing there with his boner pointing at me. I look at it while he also pulls off his shirt. He wasn't just going to give me a look, he was going to give me a good look by stripping naked. Well naked except he still has socks on. My socks. It looks maybe a little fatter than mine. It also curves a little bit to the left instead of being exactly straight like mine is. I'm surprised that I think it's cool, and that I now have a boner to. "You going to?" he asks. Well I want to. He did it first. And it looks like fun. I sit down to take of my shoes and socks, then stand up to strip, only feeling a tiny bit embarrassed. I stand facing him, letting him see mine and all of me. He yells out and surprises me, "Erection." So now we start the yelling thing again, only this time we are naked. And with boners. It's crazy, but they start to go away. Funny. As our boners disappear, we get dressed again. Getting dressed is not as much fun as getting undressed. We head back to my parents. "Did you guys have fun?" my mom asks as we get close? "Yeah we had a blast." "Yeah thanks for letting us go," adds Frankie. "Good." Then my dad gets all serious and says, "Maybe next time you can yell out something else. Ok?" Uh, o. He heard us. Arg, that means my mom heard us to, yelling out about boners. "It's just that some people might have little kids with them, who start asking what those words mean. It might be uncomfortable for them. It's better if you keep that kind of talk to yourselves. Shout out something else for echoes." I think that also means he heard us talking about boners when we were peeing this morning. I am way too embarrassed to say anything. In fact, I don't even want to look at my mom. We descend to the car mostly in silence. I'm surprised that I don't hear Frankie saying `I'm sorry' all the way down the mountain. In fact, he doesn't even seem embarrassed. My mom breaks the silence by acting normal and saying "Why don't we all go to the arcade and maybe you can teach me how to play one of the easier games." Well this starts us all into a conversation about which are the easy games and the games she might like to play. After spending at least ten dollars and having a blast, we eat at a pizza place and have a huge pizza with double pepperoni and an entire pitcher of coke. We eat and have another good time. It's pouring down rain as we run from the pizza place to the car. In only 30-40 feet we all get soaked. But it's fun. We also run from the car to our tents as fast as possible. I realize that I never asked if Frankie could spend the night, but I think it was just assumed that he would. In my tent, we begin to strip out of our soaking wet clothes. When I hear the tent being unzipped, I am in my boxers, and Frankie is totally naked, looking for some boxers or shorts to wear in my backpack. It's my mom! She is under an umbrella and has some dry towels for us. Frankie doesn't even try to hide his nakedness or anything. He takes a towel and says "Thank you very much you are so nice to me. Thanks you." Well I'm used to his overthanking, but now he is doing it naked. Doesn't he know my mom can see his dick and everything? Well he doesn't care, I guess maybe I shouldn't care either. We end up just wearing boxers and sitting on my sleeping bag. I finally get the courage to ask, "How come you didn't care if my mom saw you naked?" "I don't know. Why should I care?" Mmmmmm, that was a good question. Why should he care? Or better, why should I care? I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't care. My mom didn't seem to care? Why have I been so shy for the last few years? No reason really, just never totally thought about it I guess. We climbed into my sleeping bag together. After laying there for a minute, Frankie says "Want to sleep naked again." Yes! "Yeah, I say coolly. "I guess." We bump elbows pulling down our boxers and throwing them out of the bag. Frankie says, "Look I made a tent." It looks like he has a boner and is sticking it up in the sleeping bag, but it's really dark. I grab the flashlight and turn it on. Cool. I pull up the sleeping bag and also shine the light inside. I see his boner sticking up. He looks over at mine, which is a boner also. "Stick it up." I do. After we get bored looking at each others boners I turn off the flashlight. "Want to snuggle up, like in the morning?" he asks me. I think that means, put your leg on top of the other guys boner. So I go first. I roll over and put my leg on his dick, which is a boner, and use my hand to adjust my boner to poke him into his side. He puts his arm around me and squishes me closer. It feels good. "This is nice," he says. "Yeah. Cool. Do me know," I say getting off him and into position. I put my arm around him and he places his head on my chest. I can feel him on my boner; and also his boner poking me into my side. He moves his leg. And moves it again. And moves it kind of up and down on my dick, making me very horny. "Do you like this?" he asks. "Yeah," I admit. "Makes me horny. He starts to move his dick into my hip, sort of like he's fucking my side. As he does this and rocks my boner with his leg, I realize that I will come soon. I don't say anything. He seems as in to it as I am. It really feels good. I can feel him getting more intense and then^.he sperms all over me. This makes me sperm all over me and his leg too. It's the first item I spermed without using my hands and jacking off. He slows down and we both recover from our orgasms. We fall asleep in these positions. ^^^^^^^^^^^.. I wake up, with him cuddled up against me, my boner poking him. As I shift positions I realize we are stuck together. We never cleaned up our sperms and are now covered. It's gross, but cool at the same time. "We need showers," I declare. "Yeah, we're all sticky." He laughs. "It's cool." Yeah, we agree. "Did you like that?" "Yeah, that was awesome dude. Did you like it?" "Oh yeah." We climb out and pull on boxers and shorts and tshirts. My mom and dad are already up. I go to my mom right away. "Mom, we need some quarters." Then I add, "Please." My dad says, "Good idea. I need a shower too." So the three of us head to the showers. He gives the soap and shampoo to Frankie along with some quarters. "Just pass the soap and shampoo over when you are finished." He gives me quarters too. We all go into our stalls. Why I am waiting for my turn with the soapy stuff, I clean up all the dried sperm. Wow, there was a lot. Finally I hear my dad "You ready for the soap and shampoo?" "Yeah." He tosses it over the wall. I clean myself. As I finish, Frankie is dressed and in my cubbie. We talk as I dress. I also hear my dad is brushing his teeth. I guess it's ok that Frankie is in with me, cause he doesn't say anything or give me a funny look or anything. I let Frankie use my toothbrush after I do. I wonder if he even has one. "You boys want to go boating today? Or skiing?" I turn to Frankie. "Want to water ski again. It's a lot easier the second time." "Yes please," he says to my dad. "Thanks a lot." "Yeah thanks dad." When we get back to camp, my mom wants all our clothes for washing. Usually I have enough clothes with washing, but since I'm sharing with Frankie, I have run out. So we go in the tent and get all of his stuff, only two things, and all the stuff we have bother been wearing. "Thanks for cleaning this," Frankie says. "Oh, no problem. I love doing laundry." She laughs. I laugh too, because I know she hates doing laundry. We have a blast on the boat and Frankie doesn't lose my shorts or anything. After lunch and driving around I say, "Can we go swimming again?" "Sure. Same place as last time?" "Yeah cool," we agree. When we get there I decide to be brave. I men if Frankie can go naked in front of my mom, I should be able to ask a question. Besides, my dad says I can always ask him anything. "Can we swim naked?" `I don't see why not. If you both want to." Frankie grins big. "Yeah I want to." We strip naked. Frankie stand up on the back of the board, screams out and jumps into the lake, spinning 360 degrees in the air. Well if he doesn't care if anybody sees, I don't either. I beat my chest like tarzan and do a flip into the water. "That was cool, can you teach me how to do it." So we climb back in the boat and I show him. After about three times he starts to get it. Also, I start to notice that I don't even think about being naked. I mean, I know my dad doesn't care and Frankie doesn't care, so I stop caring. We have dinner and play a few rounds of Uno until it gets dark, then head off to bed. "Naked?" he asks as we undress. "Sure." "You want to do it again?" I know he means what we did last night. "Yeah, but let's clean up this time." He laughs. "Yeah, ok." So I leave the flashlight on and lay down on top of the sleeping bag. He lays down totally on top of me, our boners touching each other. He move our bodies together. Making our dicks get very excited. Our movements get more and more excited until he tenses up and is ready to come. I come first and seconds later he does. Its great. It's intense. It's messy. We both giggle after resting for a second. We clean up and climb in the sleeping bag. I wake up with him cuddled up against me, his boner poking me in the back. I want to jackoff again. I try to move carefully but he wakes up. "Where you going? He asks. I was going to lie and say to pee, but I decide to tell the truth. "I was going to jack off." "Again?" he says with a smile. "Well, I'm horny again." "Me too. We unzip the bag and jack off side by side. It's to dark to see perfectly, but it's fun watching him jack. He's looking at me too. Silently we jack to orgasm. We clean up and go back to sleep once again. ^^^^^^^^. I am happy when I wake up on top of him. I decide to just keep my leg on him and start to move it to jack him with my leg. I also push my dick into his side, getting it excited. I keep it up until I come all over his side. Then I concentrate on moving my leg so he will come. He does, loudly. I hope my parents didn't hear. We clean up for the third time, giggling, as we get dressed. After breakfast and cards, Frankie and me go out hiking on our own with lunch. As we been going for about 30 minutes we take a break. "I really like sleeping naked and stuff." "Yeah, me too," I add. "And I liked swimming naked a lot. Your dad is cool." "Yeah." "Did you like it when we were naked on the mountain yesterday?" "Yeah that was fun," I say. "Want to hike naked? Now?" "Yeah, that's cool." We strip naked, both with semis and carry our clothes as we start back up the mountain. After we get to the top, we sit naked on our clothes and eat lunch. "Where's your boner?" he asks. Neither one of us has had one since we started the naked hike. "Where's yours?" I ask. He looks at his dick and hanging balls. "It's gone. But I know how to make it come back." He grabs it and begins playing with it. "Me too." We both play until we have boners. "Want to jack now?" "Yeah." We jack. It's the first time I been able to watch him jack in the light. I find I like it a lot. He is also watching me. "This is fun," he says. "Yeah," I manage to squeeze out without ruining my concentration. He stiffens up and lets it fly. It's cool, the first time I saw sperm flying that wasn't mine. I tense up and let my own go. We clean up with our boxers, get dressed and stuff the spermy boxers in our pockets. We head back down the mountain and back to camp. My parents are relaxing and reading. We are tired, so go into my tent to lay down and maybe take a nap. I wake up. He is sitting up looking at me. "What are you looking at." "Trying to tell if that bump is your boner, or just air." He laughs. I pull my head up to see. "Well, find out if you want," I offer. He pokes it. It's air. He laughs. "What about that one," he indicates. "Find out." He pokes my dick and laughs. I laugh too. He sits and watches. "It's getting bigger," he announces. "Yeah, cause you were poking it." "Want me to poke it some more?" "If you want." I really hope he does. He pokes my boner a few times. I pull up my hips and pull my shorts down exposing my naked boner and lay back down. "You can poke it more if you want," I say as he is staring at my boner. He pokes it and watches it wiggle around. We both laugh. "Erection," he says busting us up even more. I move it up and down without touching it. He likes it and laughs some more. When I stop, he pokes it again. "This is getting me horny," I announce. "Want me to stop?" he asks. "No. I like it. You can do more if you want." "Do more? You mean like^..touch it." He whispers the last part. "Yeah." He pets it like it was a dog. It really feels good when he does that. He does it again. I shiver. "You want me to do it for you?" "Yes." He grabs it and slowly jacks me. I want him to speed up, like I usually do, but I don't say anything. Just lay back and totally enjoy someone else jacking my dick. Going slow drives me crazy and takes a long time, but then I'm ready. "Almost there." "Ok." He says, finally speeding up a tiny bit. I shoot up to my neck, it's so intense. "Wow, I think that was my best one ever." "Really?" he asks. "Yeah. Thanks. Thanks a lot." "Will you do me please?" "Yeah. Of course." He pulls his down and lays down. I grab him and jack him. It's fun. I never thought that jacking somebody else off could be so much fun. It's cool when his sperm rocket out of his dick. We use the already spemy boxers to clean up again. We head out of the tent wearing only our shorts and I see that my parents were right there the whole time and probably heard. But I surprise myself, when I realize that I really didn't care. Frankie sure didn't care. And it doesn't look like they care either. So cool! We go into town again for dinner. It's going to be our last night camping. When we get into my tent, we strip off our shorts, don't bother putting on underwear, and fall asleep hugging, holding each other. ^^^^^^^^^^^. We wake up, snuggled, naked and sad. We didn't do any sex things last night and none this morning either. I just didn't feel like it and I guess he didn't either. We put on boxers over our boners and go out to pee. My mom and dad, see our boners but don't say anything. After we pee, we come over and sit with them, just staying in our boxers. We eat breakfast, me and Frankie not talking too much. After breakfast, Frankie just starts to cry. It makes me sniffle a little bit too. Since my mom is cleaning and packing, my dad comes around and sits next to Frankie. He puts his arm around him and holds him. Frankie snuggles into my dad, balling his head off. I admit to feeling a little jealous, but then I feel bad for feeling that way, cause Frankie doesn't even have a dad. My dad just holds him until he slows down his crying. "Jason, can you come here for a minute?" my mom calls. Jeeze, doesn't she even know what is going on? My dad nods for me to go, so I do. As I help her put away their tent, she says, do you want to give Frankie some of your stuff?" I think for exactly second. "Yes." "Ok what do you want to leave for him?" "Everything." "Everything?" "Mom, he has nothing. I have so much." I look down at my Jordons. "Even my shoes. His are dirty and sticky and don't even fit him. Can I leave him my tent too so he doesn't have to sleep outside when his mom has a friend. And my clothes. Please. I want him to have it all." She gives me a hug and a kiss. "Sure sweetie. I think that's a good idea. Why don't you hide the bag of quarters too, so he can find it in your stuff after we are gone." We also pack him the shampoo, soap, toothbrush and toothpaste. My mom notices I'm just in my underwear. "Maybe you can keep a pair of shorts and a shirt," she advises. I dress. Frankie and my dad are talking when we get back. It looks like Frankie has finished crying. He gives my mom a big hug and she kisses him. My parents start to pack up the car, leaving me and Frankie just standing there looking at each other. We walk over to my tent. "I want you to have my stuff. Please?" "Really? All your stuff? Your tent?" he looks inside. "And your clothes and everything?" "Please take it. It will make me happy if you take it." "Ok," he says, starting to cry now. I start to cry big time now. We hug each other and hold on for life. After a long few minutes we finally stop crying. My parents are sitting at the picnic table waiting for us. We go over. "Here is the phone card and dialing instructions. Our phone number and address are here too. You know how to use a calling card?" He nods. "And here is a second copy of everything and some emergency money. Keep this in a different place in case you lose the other." He nods. "And we will see you again in three weeks when we come back up for the weekend." He nods. Come back up for the weekend? I will see him again? Yippeee! "Bye," he says to me with tears. I thought I was all cried out but I wasn't. We hug again, this time with my mom and dad wrapped around us in a big hug. As we get in the car, I am sad. But happy that I will see him again. And happy that he will have my stuff. Now, his stuff. I'm glad to have so much stuff that I can share. As we say goodbye again and get into the car, I start to cry again. As we drive away and I look back, he is crying, but smiling at the same time. He puts up a friendly wave as we drive for home. Home. I'm so lucky to have a home.