Date: Fri, 1 Nov 2002 23:19:00 -0500 (EST) From: Clark Gaybull Subject: One of Many Escapades #2 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- AUTHOR'S NOTE - - - Thanks for the few e-mails after #1. They were all positive. #2 was already written when #1 was sent; so I was gonna send #2 regardless. Now I have the time, so, here goes... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- We were proud of how we'd made the beach look. We wanted the weekend to hurry up and get here so we could show off the new ol' swimmin' hole to our friends. By the way, it's Randy and me, again, 'Cept Randy keeps reminding me that it's not "Randy" anymore - it's "Andy". Thinks it sounds more modern. Sometimes I don't understand that kid. I think it's a way for him to rebel a little against parental authority. Anyway, Saturday night we're gonna have a party at the lakeside cabin of Ran...er, Andy's parents. The old folks know about things and they don't even wanna be there. Not that they're neglecting us: It's just that they know where we're gonna be and they trust us. They know that we're not into drugs. And, it'd be too much trouble - and risky - for somebody to buy booze for us. (Andy's only 12. So surely nobody'd sell him any. And although I just turned 16, I look much younger, with my blond hair and fair (albeit well-tanned) skin. So I couldn't pull off buying alcohol either. Besides, we just wanna have some wholesome fun before school starts back up.) As the week passed, I still didn't know who all was gonna be there. I asked Andy. But all he said was, "Whoever shows up, shows up." (It's probably gonna be like all of Andy's parties - not much of a blow-out. But that's okay: simply somethin' harmless to do on a Saturday night.) Thursday evening, my dad was talking to one of the mothers on the street. Her husband was out-of-town for a few days and she was lamenting running out of cold medicine. She suspected that one of her four kids was coming down with a summertime virus and she wanted to "catch it early". (They really are "doctor moms".) She didn't want to load them all up - especially the sick one - even for the short distance to get the medicine. But she also didn't want to leave them adult-less, though it wouldn't take her long to get the remedy. Good ol' dad! He volunteered me to stay with the kids while she got the tonic. But when I got to her house, I said that I'd rather be the "go-for". (After all, I'd just gotten my driver's license and was looking for any excuse to take the car anywhere.) The oldest kid (not the sick one) yelled that he wanted to go along. After assuring his mother that I didn't mind - and the obligatory argument about her giving me "gas money" - off we went. Dad said he didn't care if it was Plan A or Plan B. Jimmy would be 10 on his next birthday. Plumply plain-looking he was (or maybe that was the "baby-fat" look). But a real chatterbox. (I think he thought it was cool to be with the older kid down the street who could even drive!) It took less than 30-minutes to run the errand. But Jimmy was talking all the while. The subject of Andy's party even came up. When we got back to Jimmy's house, he had to tell his mom all about our little expedition. Then he asked her if he could go to the party Saturday night. The little shit! I had hardly even mentioned that! So his mother asked what that was all about and I told her. It must have seemed safe enough to her 'cause she asked, "Are you sure you don't mind him tagging along?" Before I could answer, she added, "If he doesn't catch his brother's cold in the next two days, it WOULD get him away from the germs for the night." Now I'm really in a corner. How can I get out of taking him along at this point? To refuse would be contrary to my 'always-wants-to-help-out' image. So I guess I know one more person who's gonna be at Andy's party. By Saturday morning, another person was sure to be there - Greg, a real hunk. How he ever became pals with Andy I'll never know. He was two years older than Andy. And very athletic. Andy was not. (Wait - I think their fathers both work for the same company.) Anyhow, Greg and Andy were gonna spend the afternoon at the lake. I told everybody that I couldn't be there much before nine 'cause my parents wanted me to go out for a Saturday evening meal with them. The time finally arrived. I picked up Jimmy. His mother went through a small checklist of things in a pouch that Jimmy secured under his arm. Then away we did go. Most everybody with a place at the lake has a permanent residence less than 2 1/2 hours away. It was about 45 minutes to the lake from the town that Andy and I lived in. So, as I predicted, we arrived around nine and it was pretty well dark. Trouble was, nobody was at Andy's cabin. The door was open. The lights were on. Somebody's car was in the driveway. Aha! The boat was gone! That could mean only one thing - they were swimming. You see, Andy's cabin is on the exact opposite side of the lake from the beach. To get there, you either had to walk back the entrance road to the beach, or row. (No motorboats allowed.) So back into the car we go and over to the beach. Sure enough! While we're parking, in the headlights we see Andy's rowboat by the beach and bodies splashing around in the water about 40 yards from shore, where there's a raft anchored. Now let me say one more thing about Jimmy before I tell about the fun stuff: He was not his usual talkative self. "Just what I need," I thought. "He's getting sick with what his brother has." (Later I realized that he'd switched to his 'don't-say-a-word, just-take-it-all-in' mode.) As best I could in the dark, I showed him the "new-and-improved" beach. Then I asked him if he could swim. (Stupid me! I knew this would be a big part of the evening. But I hadn't asked before.) "I'm a good swimmer," he reassured me. "Let's go then." As we swam toward the raft where all the splashing was occurring, the water felt incredibly warm. But it WAS mid-August. And the air was calm. "Yo. Andge. This is Jimmy. He's out with the big boys tonight." "That's Rob over there splashing Greg, who I think you know. C'm'ere Rob. This is Clark and Jimmy." It was Rob's car in the driveway. He'd turned 16 in June and got his license two months ago. I won't describe Rob further because he's so ugly: you know, the guy who's unconcerned about his appearance but everybody's supposed to think he's just flaunting his recent ability to grow facial hair. "How deep is it here?" asked Jimmy. "Over your head," I said. Then I realized I should have been more specific. So I added, "About ten feet." Then Andy said, "I didn't think they'd go skinny-dipping. Well, Rob maybe. But not Greg." "You mean you don't have your suits on?" "They're tied under the raft." OK - let me describe the raft: It's a bunch of one-by-twos nailed to some framework that's strapped to four, 55-gallon drums. So, it's pretty big. There's a ladder to help you get up. But when you go to a side, it pretty-well dips to the water's surface. Therefore, there are lots of straps underneath. Wanting to be like the others, I quickly swam under te raft, took off my suit, and tied it to a strap that didn't already have a suit on it. And what was that? A head behind me. It was Jimmy. I was so excited by what Andy said that I had forgotten about Jimmy. And there goes HIS suit too - onto an empty strap. Now what? Andy leads the way. Up onto the raft he climbs, and proclaims, "I'm King of the Raft!" Well...you know what that means: If you push everyone else off, you're King of the Raft. So there was Andy...totally naked...daring us all to try to get him off the raft. He was barely visible in the darkness. It was still a couple of weeks bofore the end-of-August full moon. And there were only a few places around the lake with any lights on. And they were off in the distance. So you couldn't see too well. He was bent a bit at the waist, as if to defend the top of the raft. But that didn't hide his little erection. Seeing him; the warmth of the water; and the free-floating that I was feeling, caused my own prick to harden. But any embarrassment about being stiff was secondary to wanting to push him off the raft. Jimmy was taking all this in. And I knew that he knew what to do. Also, Greg and Rob were closing in. So my timing was perfect when I yelled, "Get him!" Up onto the raft I climbed, follwed by the suitless Jimmy. Andy and I struggled. Several times I felt the prod of his stiff pecker. And I'm sure HE was poked a lot by my woody. Then, as we got close to he edge of the raft, I felt a small hand push me - and another small hand pushed Andy - and into the lake we both went. Jimmy laughed, "Now I'm King of the Raft." Quicky Rob got atop the raft too and Jimmy voluntarily jumped into the water. His 9-year-old body was no match against Rob, who was seven years older and much bigger. So this went on for quite awhile. Jimmy did not seem to be modest about his nakedness. But Greg hadn't been King of the Raft at all. I think Andy liked the poking of my dick. And I must admit that, when he stabbed me, it turned me on. Although I was four years older than Andy, physically we were about the same size: He was big for his age and I was small. Greg was finally bold enough to sit on the edge of the raft. But because we had told him that THAT didn't constitute being King of the Raft, we let him alone. And as Andy, Jimmy and I are playing away, Rob drops out. Oh, there he is! His head is buried between Greg's legs while Greg sits on the edge of the raft! Greg is leaning back with his hands behind him, propping himself up on the raft and looking at the stars. (Or maybe his eyes were closed.) The three of us continued our game. But we also kinda used our peripheral vision 'cause we wanted to watch Greg. We heard a lot of slurping but couldn't see much. I knew that Greg had a solid, athlete's build. And in the dimness, I think I saw a healthy boner extending out from a small tuft of darker pubic hair. I could tell that Greg, too, was well-tanned because, without a suit, the whiteness of his middle was quite obvious. Then he gave out with an "uhhh" and whispered, "That was good." And Andy and I knew what that meant. Apparently Rob was not gonna get his reciprocation then, 'cause, after Greg cleaned off, he suggested that we all go back to Andy's cabin. We got our suits and swam to the beach, where Andy, Greg and Rob got into the boat. Jimmy and I went to the car - suits in hand - and he asked, "Should we put 'em on?" "I'm not gonna put mine on," I said. "We're only going to his cabin." Besides, I had seen three bare asses getting into the boat, so I expected them to be naked when we met back up. I was now only 'semi'. And Jimmy's was so little that I didn't know if it was stiff or water-shrunk. (It could also have been the way he was sitting.) But even when the dome light came on, I couldn't tell. When the five of us were together again in the cabin, Greg and Rob had wrapped towels around their middles, so I did too. Jimmy put on his 'shortie' PJ bottoms. But Andy was having fun cooking and serving in the nude. His cock wasn't very big either and I wasn't sure if it was hard or undisturbedly that way. Most of the places around the lake are small. Only about six of them are livable during winter. Andy's was square, with the kitchen in one corner; bunk beds in two other corners; and a TV in the fourth corner. Greg and Rob claimed the top queen-sized bunk in one corner. (From the bottom double-bunk you can't see the TV 'cause of a sofa at the foot of the bed.) The other corner had two, single-bunks, one of which was against a partition in the middle of the cabin, between the sleeping area and the kitchen. Jimmy and I each had top single bunks and were watching some scary movie on TV. Andy was taking batches of popcorn to both sides of the room. Then he opened the fridge and said, "Hmmm. Let's see what's in here. Rob's probably had enough and Greg probably already has his eye on one. But, does Clark or Jimmy want a pickle?" Laughter. Then Andy turns out the light and choses his bunk by kicking Jimmy outta the one he's in. So Jimmy settles for the bottom single-bunk below Andy's. We're winding down so much that I fell asleep. After I had gotten under my sheet, I had taken my towel off, so I was nude. I must have been dreaming about something pleasant 'cause - sleeping on my back like I was - the thin cover was quite tented. Everyone else was still watching TV and when my condition was noticed, they were all amused. Andy thought it'd be funny if he'd brush the sheet away. So my erect dick became exposed. Next, he put a hat over it. But, what woke me up (although I pretended to continue to sleep) was that Andy moved to stand beside my top bunk and started to suck my pointy member! I heard Jimmy whisper, "I can't see." So Andy patted his top bunk across from me and there Jimmy went. I also heard giggling from across the room. I could tell by his persistence that Andy was either gonna wake me up or make me cum. I suppose it's very selfish of me to say this but I was really tired and wanted to continue to appear asleep. I didn't want to have to pay anybody back afterwards. So...guess what was gonna happen! Believe me, it wasn't easy feigning sleep while getting a good blow-job! Matters became worse when gurgling was heard from across the room. When I could sneak a peek - by the light from the television - I could see Greg and Rob - both naked - in the sixty-nine position. It must have been instinctual on his part, otherwise I don't know how he would have known to do this: But little Jimmy had his hand down his PJ bottoms and was obviously pleasuring himself. Andy wasn't gonna quit. He sucked and sucked. Jerked and jerked. Up and down. Up and down. How was I gonna pretend to be asleep through all of this? Just when I think I heard those tell-tale sounds of someone (or maybe it was both of them) orgasming in the double-bunk, I shot my own load. One. Two. Three. I lost count. And Andy never winced once. He just kept sucking and swallowing; sucking and swallowing. Not missing a beat...or a drop. And I convinced him that I remained asleep! I think we all really did doze off after that. We awoke next morning and the TV was still on. Rob had gone. Greg and Andy were gonna be picked up by Andy's dad around mid-day. So Jimmy and I offered our thanks and goodbyes. On the way home Jimmy said, "I thought sumpin was s'posed to come out at the end." I pondered his statement a few seconds. Then realizing, I suggested, "Andy probably swallowed it all." And Jimmy triumphed, "I knew you couldn't have been asleep the whole time!" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- #3 is also written. I am anxious for any feedback, so, hopefully there'll be time to send #3 within a couple of more days. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------