>From Solar Fox, 12-17-89
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   "Chris?"
   "Huh?"

   Chris had dozed off on the couch. It was 1 in the morning, and
the Batman movie was over.
   "Oh shit man, I must have bitten the big one," he said. My
name is Denny and I am seventeen. Chris is eighteen, and he has
been my friend now for about eleven years. It's summertime now,
and Chris is spending a few weeks at my house.
   Actually he doesn't live that far away, and sometimes we go
over to his place during the day, but then we always come back
over here to sleep. The reason? My parents are not as strict as
Chris's about the lights having to be out at a certain time. His
parents usually want him in bed about 10, even during the summer.
He had complained, "well, what if I had a job or something that
kept me out to those late hours?" and his parents just said,
"well, you don't, so you aren't." Amazing, they don't call over
here to check to see if he's awake or not. It's amazing they let
him out of the house at all - but then that's another story. I
guess they're just glad he's "out from under their nose."
   "Were you dreaming?" I asked.
 "Oh, hell yeah. I must have.. I didn't doze off intentionally."
   "That's okay. The movie was boring anyway. I just watched the
rest of it for the hell of it after I saw your head fall. What
were you dreaming about?"
   "Oh. You were suckin' my weenie," he replied. My eyelids rose
as I noted that the local station was re-airing the news that had
originally come on at 11. I hadn't sucked Chris since about 4:30,
after our last aggro skate session.  I remembered his dick was
all salty with hot sweat and his dick was hot too. I had closed
my eyes as I had allowed the long thick tube to slowly enter my
mouth...
   I've known Chris since I was seven, and when I was ten.. well,
things basicall started to happen between us like they never had
before. We had discovered lots of common interests that we never
had before imagined. I guess it all started in school when I
walked up to a urinal in the bathroom next to one Chris was
using. I bent down and just kinda.. looked at the stream of pee
coming out of his dick, at the source, and I saw his little
eyelet all opened up as the pee came out. For a second I couldn't
piss, all I could do was watch because I started to get hard.
Chris was my best friend in the whole wide world, and somehow I
didn't think he'd object to me looking at his waterworks.
   As a matter of fact, he didn't object. He saw me watching him
and smiled. I had stood there for almost two minutes watching him
churn out the yellow liquid. I casually made the comment that I
had noticed that he had "put out a lot," as I put it. He giggled
and simply said, "now let's see you.."
   It took a minute for me to even start to shivel up again. It
was amazing to me because even from the beginning, he wasn't
negative about a bit of it; rather he seemed quite supportive of
the entire charade. Once I stopped peeing and zipped up, he said,
"I watched you too. That wasn't bad."

   "What wasn't bad?" I requested.
   "You put out a lot," he repeated, smiling. With that I giggled
and so did he; we reported to our respective classes and he said,
"see you after school."
   That afternoon we went over to his house. He had dark brown
hair and eyes, stood a little taller than I; I had (and still
have) a little lighter brown hair, I guess I stand about 5' 7",
and my eyes are blue. So he pulled out a Monopoly board. I didn't
know it yet, but he must have had something mapped out in his
mind - and our friendship was about to change - for the better.

   That day, in 1982, he was wearing a black t-shirt with "Motley
Crue" on it, blue jeans ripped at the knees, sneakers, and as I
later found out, a pair of Hanes jockey shorts. This would in
fact, be the first day we had found out the intricacies of each
other's bodies! I wasn't sure about anything yet, but apparently
after we had done what we did earlier in the school restroom, he
had etched something in his mind and had started toying with it.
What was even more interesting is that he had said nothing about
it, even as we had ridden home together on the bus.
   He started by taking off his socks and shoes. Of course, we
were at his place, he was just getting comfortable. Then he asked
me, "why don't you take off your socks and shoes, get
comfortable. It'll help your concentration..." "Sure!" I replied,
and sat there on the carpeted floor in my bare feet. Sure, we
were good friends, but what he didn't know was that even at that
early age, I would frequently jack off and think about the best
friend I had ever had, even to the date of this writing. I mean,
I noticed things. As I got ready to roll the dice to see who
played first, he rolled up his shirt to his tit level and kept it
there. I smiled automatically, even though I really wanted to
restrain it. He did have a hot body, and as with his penis, he
obviously didn't mind letting me see it. Down deep I wanted to
too, but on the surface of my thinking I knew I wouldn't want to
play up something to risk losing our friendship. As he showed me,
where I was weak, he was strong.
   As he moved around the board his first time, I began to notice
too that the elastic band of his jockey shorts was starting to
appear a little above his jeans. Being the kind of guy I am, I
didn't say anything. After all, he had lifted his shirt to such a
position that I guessed that this kind of thing was going to
happen, and as he would lean back on his haunches, the underwear
would come up a little higher. As I rolled once, he caught me
looking at it. "What are you looking at?" he asked. He looked
down at himself.

   Yeah, I did. This is Chris. Denny is letting me put a little
of my own creativity into this too! Heh, heh, heh. I looked down
at myself and I saw then that my underwear was shining a bit.
"Yeah, that was sticking up a little," Denny told me as I put my
hands on it. So, to his surprise, I pulled it up even higher over
my jeans, so he could get an eyeful of it. I knew he probably
wouldn't be expecting something like that. I wanted to see what
he did, so as I pulled it up more, he smiled. I didn't touch my
jeans. I smiled back at him.  Then once he had been around the
board once, I said, "oh, by the way.. once I get all my houses
and hotels in place on these high-priced properties, and you
start running out of money, guess how you're gonna have to pay?"
   "How?" he asked.
   "With yer clothing," I told him. At first, I was really
joking. I didn't know if he'd buy into that or not, I just said
something like "$100 equals two garments." Still, I was joking.
   Well, I didn't see him leave the room. "Does that go both
ways? I mean, will you do the same if you owe me money?" he
asked. Damn, I had sparked his interest after all. He had really
seemed interested in me earlier in the day, and that hadn't
bothered me in the least. Actually, I wanted to see him naked
after I had known him so long. But I didn't want to aggravate him
with it.
   He had merely laughed at my suggestion in taking off our
clothing. But, it was just 4:00 in the afternoon, and my parents
wouldn't be home until sometime after 6. On my first sweep around
the board, I had bought Boardwalk, Pacific, Mediterranean.. lots
of expensive stuff. Denny bought North Carolina, so I couldn't
get him with the greens unless I tried to buy it from him. He hit
Park Place a couple of times, but he never seemed to have enough
to get it. On about my fourth time around, I bought it. Now I had
the best monopoly on the board.

   This is Denny again. Yeah, he "skunked" me. To make a long
story.. or game..  short, soon I was down to my underwear. I had
lost my shirt and my jeans. My growing boner was threatening with
escape from the fly of my loose jockey shorts. Needless to say,
he was winning, and soon I was broke, he owned 97% of the
property, and... I was naked. But, then he ripped off his shirt,
jeans and underwear too. We started looking at each other's
bodies. I had seen him naked at the pool, but only once. Needless
to say it wasn't long before he was giving me an invitation to
feel him. I took him up on it.
   Well put, Denny.. very well put. I was just using the Monopoly
game as somewhere to just.. well, start off something gradually I
guess. It seemed to be worthwhile. We've sorta had a different
kind of friendship ever since.. as I think Denny has already
said. Enough of the past, Denny! Let's talk some about these
days! Don't you agree?
   Yeah, I do Chris.. but it kinda mesmerizes me a little once in
a while to think about that day.. heheh.
   Me too. Anyway, in 1984 I started skateboarding. A lot of the
dudes at school had started it so I kinda took up the habit. Oh..
Denny says, "what's worse, you drug me into it, too!" but I know
he likes it just as much as I do.  He has enough Tony Hawk and
Christian Hosoi posters scattered on his walls to support that.
   So, anyway, there's this interesting night I want to tell you
about. This was the night we were watching the Batman movie.. it
was about 2 nights ago.  "You know, I'm not really all that
tired, that movie just bored me a little," Chris told me. "I'm
not either." My parents were dead to the world, and I felt the
world was ours on a silver platter. We'd never.. ridden our
boards at night before. But we got brave the other night, and
went for it. We both slid a cigarette-lighter-sized flashlight in
our hip pockets, and going into my room and getting my board, I
also got an old Army cap that my dad had given me - it had a
light on the hood. The beam on it was good for about 1500 feet in
front of us. "Crap," I said, suddenly realizing that the light
was just on an elastic band around the cap, and that the
batteries were just behind the reflector.  Chris watched as I
removed it from the cap and put it onto my skate helmet. It
looked like they were MADE for each other.
   Denny, WE'RE made for each other, dude. Yeah, I tried to
contain myself, and while I thought it was a good idea, the light
on top of that skate helmet just DID NOT look right.. or
something. His helmet is fluorescent green, and when he cut the
light off in his room and turned on that flashlight, he looked
like something from Mars or something.
   So, it's 1:15 and we slip outside after we both agreed on a
night expedition, we were both going to be together so we felt
like it was safe enough.. and between us we had enough light to
light the city of Chicago...  well, almost. I also carried a
couple of glo-sticks that Denny wasn't aware of, the kind that
you can break and use even if there's a gas leak somewhere..
ESPECIALLY if there's a gas leak somewhere.
   So we go bookin' down the road, hoping we didn't see any cops
on the way.  Stopping at the corner, at a usually busy main
intersection.. it was basically dead, and we tried to decide
which way to go. Until necessary we were going to avoid
back-roads and woods. But we did agree that we'd be doing some
walking.  Once we got closer to where we were going, where ever
that may be, we may be doing more walking than riding. But even
at night, you can get some places on a skateboard that you just
can't go in a car, or even on a motorcycle. Needless to say that
unlike a motorcycle, it's kinda hard to be heard doing 40 past an
open window - let alone a closed one. Damn Denny had even thought
to bring extra batteries.. and a LIGHT.. for his headlight! Crap!
It's just.. he brought little "extras" that I never would have
thought in a million years to bring.
   Thanks, Chris. Well, I'm only trying to look out for us. I
didn't know what was going to go down. Hopefully, not us. We went
I guess about six or seven miles east down Melbourne Road toward
the flatland.
   We cut off the road as we saw a truck coming up behind us
about a quarter of a mile. We stopped, walked down an embankment,
crossed over a ditch and stood on the edge of some woods. About
the time we got to the base of the hill, the truck came flying
past. "So what do you want to do?" Chris asked me. "We could
takea chance and explore these woods, carefully," he suggested. I
wouldn't have alone. But then, I wasn't alone. We were together.
Chris can bench-press 200 pounds. Me? I do good to do 125. He's
seen me.. he knows.
   Yes, I've seen you. And I say if you really wanted to, you
could throw 500 punds up there. You just have to be determined,
mein ami. Correction: you ARE determined, you just have to have
willpower. So we went into the woods slowly.  Denny put his
headbeam on low power, and I cut on one of those small disposable
flashlights.
   Now I know what they mean when they say that you can't see the
forest for the trees. Trees everywhere we looked. I stopped, I
had to take a wicked piss and so did Denny. Strange how I picked
a place to piss and he got just opposite me and pissed in the
same spot. Heh.. our pee fell right in the same square inch of
ground. Just rambling I guess. Anyway, we go a little further...
Denny, you pick this up, I want to see how you describe it.
   Sure Chris. Real picturesque there, dude. Well, okay we went
about another hundred yards or so, and there was this barbed-wire
fence. There were two runs of it, attached to trees and a few
poles. Chris looked at me and I looked at Chris. "Wonder who owns
this?" I said. "Think we should keep going?" Chris seemed to be
sold on trying to go on in. After all, the wire WAS separated
enough to allow a person to slide right in between, as Chris and
I easily did.  It seemed to serve no purpose, other than a
possible warning. A warning to what?
   We walked on, not really keeping to any specific direction. We
had just seen the barbed wire, and Chris's curiousity more or
less was what kept us going. If I had been alone, I would have
bugged out as soon as I had seen the fence, if not before... even
in daylight.

   "Ow! Get off my fuckin' hand!" someone yelled. I looked down
and my light shined down on a dude in a sleeping bag, after I had
backed off his "fuckin' hand," of course, which I had not really
seen. "If it had been a snake, it would have bitten me..."
   "What are you yellin' about Chu.. Christ in heaven, who is
that with the light?"
   There were four of them, none of them were over twenty, I
   guessed.
   "Who the hell are you?!" the second dude asked again. I
   looked, I didn't see any guns. I started to break in run, but
   Chris talked fast enough to satisfy them. "My name is Chris
   Adams. This is Denny Spencer. We're skaters.. just passing
   through.."

   "Skaters?!" the second dude said as they were all four on
   their feet now.

"How the hell did you find our pad?" It seemed we had stumbled
   across some other, less friendly skaters.

Less friendly? Well, they sure seemed like it at the moment.
Chris, you talk a bit, okay?
   Yeah, sure. I talked enough that night, so I guess I have a
little better accountability of what I said. They kept on
thinking we were unfriendly skaters that were here to crash their
"pad". I convinced them that we had just ended up here after we
had skated down Melbourne Road, and had to get off the road to
dodge that semi.
   "Stay," said the dude that had yelled out so violently before.
"I buy your story." He said his name was Tony and offered us some
Coke to drink. As thirsty as Denny and I were, we accepted. They
were cold and had been on ice. We sat, drank and listened as
slowly they began to identify themselves to us. There was Tony,
Chuck, Mike and Weenie. "We just call him 'Weenie' because..
well, he's got a big one. It must be ten inches. His real name is
Tim."
   "You can call me 'Weenie'," Weenie reinforced. We sat on a log
that the dudes were using as a bench. Skip told us that there was
a half-pipe behind us.  As Denny shined his light over there, we
could see it a bit better.
   "So, you dudes skated at night?" asked Tony, looking at our
boards. "Yep. At least part of the way.."
   Denny and I had a sudden curiousity about these guys. Sure
guys talk about their dicks sometimes. But they could be gay.. at
least I couldn't rule it out.  Why else would Tony talk about
"Weenie" that way.. and so openly??
   This is Denny. At not having any spare sleeping bags, Tony
offered us a blanket and a beach towel, saying that we could lay
one on top of the other and share them if we needed to. So we
placed them on the ground close to Weenie..  it was his hand that
I had stepped on, and I bent down to look at it. It was okay now
as I had not put all my weight on it. "Sorry about your hand,
Weenie," I offered. "That's okay," he said. "It's okay now, as
though nothing had ever happened."
   These guys all had their bags lined up in a row, and there was
a small tent which held supplies and ample room in case there was
rain that they could all get inside and stay dry. Mike turned on
a radio to a local rock station.  Everyone, including us, liked
the song that was playing. It was.. "Free Fallin'" by Tom Petty
And The Heartbreakers. I had seen the video and so has Chris.. it
shows skaters in slow and freeze-frame motion on a half-pipe
ramp.  Just at that moment, Tony piped up, "have you guys seen
this gnarly video?" I couldn't believe it. No sooner had the
thought crossed my mind.
   "Yeah, it's cool," I said. I looked at Weenie. He looked so
young, looked no older than me or Chris. We stayed awake a while
now, talking and exchanging thoughts. Tony had said, "by morning,
we'll see how well you dudes burn up our pipe." Morning?!

   "OH SHIT!" Denny and I squealed at the same time. By morning!
We had forgotten all about time and space because we were so
captivated by these guys, where we were, and what was going on.
Mom would be fierce! She'd have the law on us! Right now, as we
talked it over, we didn't give a damn. After five more minutes,
thoughts of that were farther out of our minds than that bright
star we were staring at in the night summer sky.
   Dammit, Chris! Dude! You put awesome feeling into this shit!
Anyway, I finally got fed up with thinking about Weenie's weenie.
I got brave.
   "Weenie? Can I.. see how big your weenie is?"
   All five guys heard me. I heard a distinct "tee-hee!" from
someone after I asked. Still, he got it out. "It's out," he said,
"feel of it." Daaaaaaamn! Huge mother fucking dick! "Is it hard?"
   "Nope." I slowly slid my hand up the shaft, and up the shaft,
and up the shaft. It was truly big. He let Chris feel it too. As
soon as we felt it, we were both hard and began to lightly stroke
our own cocks. Weenie saw us in the pale moonlight. "Feel me
again," Weenie asked us, and again we felt of his mammoth dick.
This time, about two minutes after we'd felt it the first time,
he was stone hard. "How old are you?" Chris asked. "Sixteen, last
month," Weenie replied. "And I'm fifteen, Chuck's eighteen,
Mike's fourteen," Tony sounded off.
   "Chris and Denny are pudging off over here," announced Weenie.

   "'Pudging off'?!" Tony up and walked over to us. We refused to
give up on stroking our cocks. "Let me feel," Tony said, and felt
each of our cocks. "Nice dicks," he said. "Feel mine." Damn, WERE
they gay? It started to seem that way.  Tony had a nice dick. I
slid my hand up and down his shaft slowly, gripping him firmly.
"Damn! Nice touch! Come over to my bag, you two?"
   "Sure!"

   We got up and Chris carried the towel and blanket over to
Tony's bag. The three of us sat up, and I could see Tony's white
underwear at his feet. "Feel me some more, if you want." This got
the attention of the others, and they moved even closer and
watched as the moon grew brighter. I glanced up; YES. The moon
was FULL. The only reason that it had not been so noticeable
before was that it had been cut off by some high cirrus clouds.
The clouds had since parted. Perhaps, also had any doubts that
these four were as homosexual as we were.
   Jesus, you write good shit, Denny. Heh.. I think you're trying
   to out-do me.

"Hell, just suck me off if you want.." it was too good an offer
for Denny to pass up. I couldn't blame him. Forty-five seconds
later I was approached by Mike. "Say, you like to suck dick?" I
told him I did and ten seconds after that he was in my mouth to
the balls. And I believe Weenie sucked Chuck as well.
   Then, a rumble filled the air. Denny heard it too. It was loud
and it seemed to shake the earth. As it turned out, it was
nothing more than a train - this camp was close to a set of
tracks.

   This is Denny. Tony exploded a load into my mouth and filled
it up. He just kept saying shit like, "damn you make me feel
good... damn you're awesome.." if only this could lead to a
friendship, I thought in the back of my mind.
   We all fell asleep naked, I was still right at Tony's penis
when I woke up.  I got up and took a leak. Tony built a fire -
and fried some bacon! We pigged out on that, toast and juice.
   Now we could all see each other by the light of day. Yep,
everybody looked cool. No real satanic symbols or anything like
that. I think these dudes were really gay. Tony wagged his butt
in my face as he fried the bacon; as he cooked it he was totally
naked. All he did was wag that ass and smile at me. He had long
black hair - hell, it was PAST shoulder length.
   Chuck hit the pipe. He was really cool, did some great ollies
and all kinds of shit. He fell off his board at the end though
and finished with a knee drop at the base of the ramp.
   We all had turns on the ramp. Tony was really into it and he
also really liked mine and Chris's style on the ramp. It wasn't
often that we could get to a ramp. Most of the time we were
street skaters.
   Then as Tony came off the ramp after finishing his solo (Mike
had the radio cranked up and we were jammin' to it), Tony hooked
his wrist. I saw it, I don't know if Chris had seen it or not.
   Yeah Denny, I did. Didn't you hear me cough? Heh, heh. I saw
it. Had to have; he left it hooked for about a minute while he
watched me go over to the pipe. Then he got this really big grin
on his face. Denny, trust me, the dudes were GAY. Anyway, I got
done with my acrobatic skills and though I wasn't snooping, I
looked inside Tony's tent to see what all he had in there. There
in the corner I caught sight of.. a cellular phone. Looking on
the back post of the tent, I saw the antenna. Yup, this thing was
obviously genuine. But was it working?
   "Yes, it works," Tony told me. "It's 35 cents a minute to use
it, so if you use it, you gotta pay me and I gotta time you with
my stopwatch. Fair?"
   "Sure!" I wanted to call Denny's mom; I figured after all this
that I could take the heat a lot better than Denny could. Besides
he was on the ramp now, and if I did this now, he wouldn't have
to worry his pretty little head with it now or later either.
"Thanks Tony, I really appreciate it!"
   "Don' mention it dude," he said. "A cute guy like you..." he
slipped. "Oops.  Sorry."
   "Hey.. that's okay! You're cute too! 555-..4627. I punched in
Denny's number. Yep, I could hear the phone on the other end
ringing loud and clear.  This was amazing, a cellular phone in
the middle of nowhere. "Hello.. you have reached the Spencer
residence. No one is available to take your call at the moment,
but if you will leave your name and phone number, we'll call you
back as soon as possible. Wait for the beep!" <BEEP!>
   Good, she hadn't noticed us gone probably, and went on into
work. I'd leave her a message on the machine saying that we were
at a really cool skate bash, and that we'd probably be out all
night, tonight (heh). I suddenly realized that she never checks
on Denny in his bedroom. Seriously, that kid could be in there a
week and be dead and his parents wouldn't walk in until they
smelled the corpse. Sounds insane, I know... but it's for real. I
did give her the cellular number just in case. I told Tony if it
was for me or Denny, we'd pay the charges. Tony just smiled and
showed me his hard weenie. He said that I had a sexy voice and
listening to me just now had done that to him. Then I heard what
I was waiting for, in a way.
   "Hell, all four of us are faggots.. can't you tell? Don't you
just love Weenie's big dick? Claims he was eight inches when he
was twelve!"
   "Damn."
   I came out of the tent and broke the news to Denny. "A phone?
Cool! Let me see it!" and he peeked inside the tent and had a
look. Damn, it seemed like from the moment we awoke (Denny and I
slept rather well), there was non-stop action going on of some
way, shape, form or fashion.

   Ha! I liked the bit about the corpse, Chris. He's right. Dad
gets home from work, dozes off in his chair until the six o'
clock news comes on, mom wakes him with his dinner, he eats while
he watches that, he goes to the bathroom and then right back to
the recliner until bedtime. He must spend most of the afternoon
asleep and mom stays busy. I play around with my computer if I'm
not off skating. Next week we get a new skate park - I can hardly
wait until it opens. We need one.
   Chris was right. There was constantly something going on right
there. Even now I looked out toward the train tracks - by the
light of day I could see that they were oh.. about some 50 yards
away. Then just as I looked up, I caught sight of a dude walking
the tracks. He had long brown hair past his shoulders and he was
puffing a cigarette. Chris and I were just going to let him pass,
but Tony opened his big mouth.
   "Yo!" Tony yelled. "Wassup!" The dude peeled off the tracks,
which were about twelve feet or so higher up than the ground we
were standing on. He crossed a small drainage ditch and walked on
into the site. He didn't walk AROUND the half-pipe; he walked
ACROSS it. Oh well. A little more weathered, but better for the
wear, I suppose.
   "Yo.. skaters." This dude was older, I guessed he was probably
in his mid-20's. "Was that an invite?" he asked, raising his
eyebrows and talking through the cigarette that was still in his
mouth.
   "You skate?" asked Tony. "Some," replied the dark brown-haired
guy. He had a pretty bad five o'clock shadow too, but perhaps he
was living off the land.  Maybe we'd find out.
   He coughed. We were all non-smokers, but at least right now we
didn't say anything to him about his smoking. It didn't bother us
that he smoked, but it only bothered me because I knew it wasn't
good for him. He borrowed Tony's board, got halfway up the pipe,
did a one-eighty, and came back down. He stopped it without
falling, but all he had done was the one 180. "Can't do much more
than that fellas, sorry. I've already hiked ten miles today.
   "Ten miles?" I asked. "Yeah," he said, rubbing his grubby and
somewhat calloused hand through my hair. "I quit my job today.
Name's Kerry." We soon found out that he was twenty-seven and had
been a welder for the last three years. He had just walked off
the job after being given an unfair pay in salary. He pulled his
hair back out of his face. "Nice place here," he stated.  Tony
offered him a drink, he drank some tea and offered to pay for it.
Tony wasn't going to take the money, but Kerry insisted. Kerry
offered Tony (as he did all of us) a joint, but we turned that
down. He didn't force it on us, and I was glad. He said he knew
he should kick all his "nasty habits," but lately he'd been too
"keyed up". He unzipped and took a piss out behind the tent. I
guess for the most part, we all figured him to be straight. He
hadn't mentioned a woman, or kids, just his job. But who knew. He
may have some pregnant female back at home depending on his
hard-earned dollars.
   Then he heard me call Tim "Weenie," his well-earned nickname.

   "Where'd he get a name like that?" Kerry asked. We told him.
   Kerry giggled.

"Shit. Sounds like it's bigger than mine. Do you like to show it
off?"    In no time, Weenie had his weenie out and Kerry was
examining the dick and its relatively LARGE head. "Jesus Christ!
Did your dad leave this in his inheritance or something and you
added to what you already HAD?!"
   "Heh.. well, not really. You might just say it GREW on me,"
Weenie said, which was exactly what he had told Chris and I last
night. Needless to say it wasn't long until we all got a look at
Kerry's penis as well. Let's just say I could tell he was no BOY,
but his appearance wasn't so bad, really. Then he told us that he
was sorry if he seemed like he was fondling us, but that he was a
homosexual.
   We all laughed, and in response Tony soon had Weenie's dick in
his mouth, wolfing down as much of it as he could. Kerry coughed
again and cleared his throat. "My, my.. rowdy bunch aren't we?
Guess I'm not alone!"
   Kerry stamped out his cigarette. He unsnapped his jeans and
pulled down his underwear. He sat on the log and jacked off as he
watched Tony suck Weenie's weenie. When Kerry saw Weenie cut
loose with those long shots of pure white, Kerry cut loose too
and shot a load clear across to the top of the tent. The second
shot hit Tony on the back. "Damnnnnnn...." he moaned in pleasure
as this was the first time he had jacked off in over a week, as
he informed us.

   "Grrrrrr! Waaaaaaa!" It wasn't one of Denny's farting spells.
This was loud, this was clear. And it wasn't so far away. Tony
looked back towards me and his eyes got big as saucers. "Whoa,
shit!!!"
   Kerry looked up. "Oh no! Chris, move away, s-l-o-w-l-y. Nice
and slow." I kept wanting to look over my shoulder. "What is it?"
Denny saw it too. "Don't ask questions! Wait 'til you're in the
clear!"
   In the CLEAR?
   "Rrrrr. Rrrrr!!" Oh, shit! What was it, I couldn't bear to
   look!

   That's EXACTLY what it WAS - a bear - a Florida Black Bear. We
eased back toward the barbed-wire fence as it seemed to amble
right into the campsite. It was obviously looking for food. Oh
no.. Tony had beaucoups and beaucoups in the tent.. If it only
didn't... RIP! SMASH! Over went the tent, torn now in several
places. "Destructive dude, isn't he?" Denny remarked. Chuck had
accidentally left his skateboard in plain sight. The bear stepped
on it with his left rear paw. It nearly tripped the bear up but
it crushed the board just the same. He must have weighed in at
1,500 pounds. It soon ambled on its way, but in its path it had
virtually destroyed Tony's tent and a lot of his gear. At least
the cellular phone still worked, but the bear had evidently found
Tony's ice chest and it had ripped open a package of
frankfurters. Needless to say, we all seemed to feel that the
bear would be back.
   We now felt that the bear was a safe distance that we could
return to the campsite and ramble through the ruins that it had
been into. "Let's just get our stuff, and get the hell out!"
Weenie suggested. We all agreed. Where did we go?
   Kerry suggested a great place near a lake that was on some
remote property as well. He showed us a wonderful spot where
there was even a lake with crystal clear water - we could even go
swimming if we wanted. Matter of fact, we took a quick dip just
to check out the water and see what the area was like. Yes, there
was plenty of room to set up a half-pipe here. Among us we were
able to bring the bulk of the undamaged supplies to this spot.
Tony said that he would have to get his older brother, Nathan to
provide a rental truck to move the pipe to the new location. It
would probably be the first of next week before any of that could
be arranged. Meantime if the bear came back, who knew that if
with the lack of food, it didn't fly into a rage and tear up
everything it could get its hands.. or paws.. on, including the
ramp. All the bear really had to do would be to step on it - and
the ramp would split like a matchstick.
   Tony put the antenna of his portable phone on a low tree limb
and picked it up. Damn - service couldn't reach us here. We were
either out of range or in a bad location. There was a tree about
a hundred yards to the other corner of the lake and we decided to
try it there - after all, we had actually moved about a half mile
closer to town, not further away. Service. Tony picked up the
phone and got a tone. Calling his brother, he said that he would
be available TOMORROW and could even move it then! Only problem
was... rain was in the forecast for tomorrow. Oh well, we had so
many things against us.. now this.  Maybe it wouldn't rain.

   Well, we all took off our clothes and skinny-dipped for a
while. It was fun to look at each other's bodies and admire
ourselves as naturally as possible.  When we all got finished and
got out, it was even more fun. Well, Tony was just sitting there
under the shade of a tree, and began to stroke his dick. We all
got interested and began to form a circle around him.. yep, we
all had a nice old-fashioned circle jerk, and before it was over
we were all grabbing on to different guys' weenies and jacking
off our "neighbor". Kerry too was very much a part of the action,
he jacked off Weenie. He did a good job, too. Weenie came before
the rest of us; it seemed Kerry, being older and a little more
experience, had a better "grip". It wasn't long before we were
all asking Kerry about his "grip" techniques.
   The interesting thing about Weenie was that he really had a
big set of balls too to go along with his mammoth dick. Denny was
sitting next to Weenie, and he said that Weenie really covered
him good. All Weenie was doing was sitting there smiling. His
dick was doing all the work.

   Thanks for all this help, Chris. It really adds a lot to the
story to hear from somebody else that was there. Anyway, we all
left soon after that and came back to our respective houses. We
showered, cleaned up, and here we are.  Tomorrow now is the day
that we're supposed to move the ramp. Kerry said he would be glad
to help out. I don't think it's going to rain. Dammit, all this
writing.. and my dick is trying to poke out of my unerwear as I
write. It just seems to have a mind of its own.. heh.. kinda like
that bear, I guess. We all like the new location better, but if
it wasn't for that damn bear, we wouldn't have had to worry about
it - and we might have had a few more close encounters.  Oh well,
there's still the rest of the summer. We know these guys now, and
we're gonna hang out with them. Chris told you that Tony said
they were gay...  and I believe it! To be perfectly honest,
Weenie offered more than once to..  well, to buttfuck me. I
haven't said "no," I've just said, "not right now." I just may
let him do it soon.. tee hee!
   This time, we're going to borrow my parents' video camera. I
want lasting evidence of this next excursion.

   Right now as I sit here, Chris is threatening to suck my dick.
I think I better go so he can!