Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fiction. Any similarity between this story and anything resembling real people, places, or things, is merely a coincidence. This story contains consenting sexual activity between teenage boys. If you are not 18 years old or if it is illegal where you live to read material of this kind, stop right now.

To those readers qualified to continue:

This is a complete twelve chapter story which takes place somewhere in the 80's. This is not a story that dives quickly into sexual acts but one that tells of exploration and curiosity while the tension grows with each chapter. I suppose it's a story for those who can enjoy not only the destination, but the ride along the way.

Btw, I'm neither a musician nor a music fanatic. This story just came to my head as is so please don't criticize my lack of music knowledge or selection.

Chapter One

The sound of rhythmic electricity and drumming beats echoed through the valley of the Holister's farm, bouncing back and forth over cattle and corn fields. The few pigs and goats in the barn had become familiar with the sound, no longer startled by its frequent pauses and sudden bursts of new energy. The house was empty for this afternoon, both parents gone to work and were spared from the all too common high pitched shrill of a speaker or offbeat strikes of a bass. Nor could the parents hear the rampant flood of curse words that would follow those nonrhythmic moments, vulgarities that didn't exist when they were home to enjoy the live music.

The sounds were blasting from a large shed holding farm equipment. The shed was built more as an addition to the barn, and it was merely for storage and no animals lived inside. Each side was filled with stacks of hay lining 12 feet deep and all the way to the ceiling. Between the bails were parked a tractor, a flat bed trailer, and a baler. The other side was filled with odds and ends of lawn equipment, cabinets and drawers, as well as a working sink and refrigerator.

The last remaining corner of the shed was filled with the coolest rock band in the surrounding counties. Dale Holister and his two friends, Jeremy Preston, and Kevin McCarter, had started a rock band nearly three years ago. It seemed like an eternity to the young teenagers, but in that time they had grown together not only artistically, but as close friends. They had known each other since kindergarten, but it wasn't until the fifth grade when their music teacher, Mr. Nun, introduced them to each other at his studio. Each boy showed a remarkable musical talent accompanied with a desire to play and enjoy their time playing. With the school year over, the boys waned to continue playing together while their music teacher was away on summer vacation.

Dale's parents provided the solution that everyone could live with. Since both Kevin and Jeremy lived in town, surrounded by neighbors, the Holisters provided space in their shed on their farm, far enough away from the house and miles away from neighbors. All the parents provided money for the sound equipment and extra's so the three friends could have a modest sound system to play and even record their music.

Kevin was the drummer, a 14 year old with a wild side that sometimes led him off on his own drum solos until Dale brought him back. Kevin could not help but drum, find a beat, tweak it with another mix of rhythm, and then start all over again. He'd been drumming for as long as his parents could remember. His mother recalls his drumming while still in the womb, although she doesn't remember a rhythm. She says that it was the beat the kept her from having a second. Kevin kept his percussion seat high due to him being the shortest of the three, a blue eyed and strawberry blonde haired kid with a three inch rat tail, his skin a light tan. Even though Kevin was the smallest, he was probably the scrappiest and strongest of the three, rarely backing down from a challenge.

Dale could play lead guitar but preferred the bass. Also 14, he was most certainly the most reserved of the three boys. Other kids at school who had heard the group play questioned where they could hear Dale playing, as the bass tended to blend into the drums or was overpowered by the guitar. But Dale, who could appreciate good music probably better than any of the boys, enjoyed his so called background approach to the band. . He was a brown eyed kid with hair to match cut in old fashioned bowl style which he would constantly brush from his eyes. He grew up on the farm as an only child, sometimes overprotected by his parents. But his parents tried to make up for this by maybe by what some may see as spoiling, but Dale showed no signs of a kid with strong entitlement.

Jeremy Preston was by far the most gifted of the three young musicians even though he was the youngest at 13. He would turn 14 in a few weeks. Although he played lead guitar, he was also the lead singer and song writer. His ability to create and sing lyrics often surprised his music teacher, Mr. Nun, for their level of maturity and often insightful messages and stories they often contained. In the beginning, the boys would argue with him, especially Dale, about possible lyrics and rhythms. But Jeremy, never overly possessive of any spotlight, would entertain the others ideas which in the end never lived up to quite what they originally had in mind. Over time, they had become accustom to Jeremy having the most ideas for new songs. A blue eyed kid with thick black hair that almost reflected highlights of blue in the summer sun, Jeremy enjoyed his time behind the microphone with his guitar and friends. When alone, and when his older sister didn't have an annoying friend over who would stare at him, he would play his keyboard with a pad and pen at his side.

Jeremy and Kevin both had plans to ride their bikes out to Dale's farm not only to play with their band, but because the Holisters had one hundred acres of fields and forests the boys could explore without interruption. Dale's parents worked during the week, but the boys were trusted to be alone on the farm. Ms. Holister even went so far as to make sure there were lunches in the house or in the refrigerator in the shed for the boys to munch on.

"We love you Detroit!" shouted Kevin at the end of their latest attempt at a new song. He punctuated his statement by throwing his drum sticks across the shed and into the hay bales.

"Detroit?" said Dale, stepping back after realizing how close a stick came to his head.

"Well, yell whatever city you want," said Kevin climbing out from behind his shelves of drums. He began his walk to retrieve his drumsticks. "I gotta piss."

"Don't piss in the hay bales. My dad can smell it and he says the cows won't eat it."

"Alright, alright, I'll go outside." Kevin bent and picked up one of his drum sticks. "How in the hell can he smell piss with all this hay anyway?" He walked pasted the farm equipment and out the other end of the shed mumbling to himself. "This shit smells worse than my piss."

Dale looked at Jeremy practicing chords without strumming the strings. "What did you think of that?"

Jeremy didn't look up. "He should go outside, pissing's gross."

"I meant the song."

He lifted the guitar strap over his head and set it on a stand by the drums. "Honestly, the ending was too long, sounds okay, but very repetitive at the end there."

"Kevin kept going too fast, throwing me off."

"He does that, but I don't know. It might be okay for this one. What do you think?"

"Needs work."

"Fuck it for now," said Jeremy, "I need a break for a bit. We can work on it again later." He walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out three cans of Coke. He tossed one to Dale who yelled about his can now being shook up. He thought about shaking up Kevin's but didn't want to deal with the retribution.

Kevin returned shortly and the boys sat in the shade outside the shed looking towards the barn. It was quiet even though several animals stood within. It was a warm early summer day, occasional cloud in the sky providing a bit of temporary coolness. It was too hot for long pants but not the temperature where one would constantly sweat. However, the shed, with its metal walls did tend to heat up to some cooking temperatures later in the summer days. At those times last year, Kevin would play in just his shorts. Jeremy and Dale had the problem of their guitars sticking to their skin in the humidity. But today, the weather was perfect. The boys sat in silence for a few minutes, an enjoyable calm after an hour of constant thunder.

Kevin broke the silence, not taking his eyes off the barn while he spoke. "You guys ready to go check it out?"

"Hell yeah, whip it out!" exclaimed Jeremy, suddenly turning towards Kevin in anticipation. He had forgotten what they had seen earlier in the day.

"It's Dale's house," said Kevin, still staring at the barn, not moving his body at all from his relaxed position except for the incredible grin that grew across his face. "He has to say it's okay."

"Fuck yeah it's okay. It's like only about 11:00. My mom won't be home for another four hours."

Kevin moved his hand up to his hip and rested it between his bent leg and flat stomach. He drew his breath in slowly, a long inhale. He quickly turned his head towards Dale and Jeremy who were staring in dire anticipation. He grinned so hard his head shook. "OhmyGodthisisgonnabesofuckingcoolfuckingcoolfuckingcool." He jumped to his feet and ran back into the shed to retrieve his army green backpack. He came back out, giggling and giddy, frantically digging into his bag, which was practically empty. Dale and Jeremy sat closer together, forming a semi- circle while waiting for their friend to bring the prize. Kevin had told them he had it, swiped it from his neighbors garage. They actually took a peek at it right after Kevin had arrived that morning, but decided they should play before they became too side tracked.

"Behold," said Kevin standing in front of his two friends, "pussy, in all its glory." He had pulled out a full magazine; the cover picture of a kneeling girl with her legs spread wide, one hand covering her vagina while the other held her oversized breasts. The title, in large, bright pink lettering read, "Bustin."

Jeremy grabbed the dirty magazine from Kevin's hands and placed it on the ground between the three of them.

"Easy, that's my girl," said Kevin as he knelt down beside Dale.

Jeremy slowly turned each page, even past the index and advertisements in the beginning. None of the boys could tell what was written on the pages. Their eyes weren't registering the fine print of ads of muscle building, penis enlargement, or libraries of videos for sale. They were looking only for the pictures. Sure, they knew the joke from their fathers that guys looked at the magazines for the articles, but there was no doubt that the boys could give a shit about reading anything. Pussy pictures were the goal at the moment. And Jeremy turning the pages ever so slowly only added to the suspense of what may lie ahead. Kevin, of course, had already scanned the book several times, but was enjoying the chance of sharing his prize with his closest friends.

As the boys turned though the first set of pictures, a girl of maybe 20 lusted back at them while she slowly removed her robe, her bra, and finally her panties to thrust her ass in their faces. Kevin moaned, Dale could only mutter, "sweet Jesus," and Jeremy licked his lips, breathing heavy through his nose.

Jeremy turned the next page and it was a full page picture of two girls, a blonde and brunette, facing each other while kneeling and lost in a lip lock. Although they each had panties on, their breasts were bare and practically touching each other. "Oh my God, I want to stick my dick right in there!" shouted Kevin. He got on his knees with his hands behind his head playing with his rat tail. If he was sprouting an erection, he wasn’t showing it through his blue shorts. "Look at those perfect tits!"

Dale shushed him. "Quiet, Jeez', calm down will ya."

Jeremy smiled at Kevin's excitement. He too could probably jump with enthusiasm over the totally awesome girls, but standing was not in his ability at the time. He was trying to hold back, however possible with just his mind, the erection that had started to grow in his pants. "Are your ready for the next page, Kev?"

When Jeremy turned the page they were greeted with several shots of the girls who were obviously now in some sort of RV. One of the photos showed one of the girls sucking the others tit. Another was a close up shot of a pussy with a finger slide in between the lips. Kevin erupted again in shouts of excitement, literally rolling away from the magazine on his back, flipping over, and scampering back. "My nuts are going to explode."

"Didn't you already look at these pictures?" asked Jeremy.

"Yeah," said Kevin not taking his eyes from the page, "but they're so fucking hot."

"Well sit and enjoy them," said Dale with a little annoyance in his voice. "Don’t' flip around like a friggin’ monkey. You're bothering me."

Jeremy turned the next page and for a brief moment they were greeted with a pussy spread wide by the same earlier fingers and a tongue ever so close to the clit. Kevin howled like a timber wolf, startling Dale and almost causing Jeremy to rip the page.

"Alright, that's enough," said Dale, quickly grabbing the magazine and closing it. "I can't look at this with you if you're going to act like an idiot!"

Jeremy burst into laughter at Kevin's howling and Dale's sudden reaction of frustration.

"Okay, come on," said Kevin, reaching for his magazine. He had also started to laugh at himself. "I'm just being funny, so what."

Dale had put the magazine behind his back. He knew if Kevin really wanted it, he would probably just wrestle him for it. That would then risk damage to the precious pussy pics. "Let’s go somewhere else and look at it."

"Why? No one can hear or see us," said Kevin and Jeremy agreed.

"I'd just be more comfortable if we weren't so close to my house. I know it's weird, but it's just how I feel."

"Dude, no one is home, and the cows could give a shit what we do. We could walk around here naked for all they care," said Kevin.

"What would you like to do, Dale?" asked Jeremy. He agreed with Kevin, they could walk around naked for all anyone present for miles would care. But, sensing some level of unease with Dale, he thought it would be best to ask for other suggestions.

"Let's go back to the cabin and look at it there. We have to go back there anyway today to take some stuff back. And you can hoot and howl as much as you want back there; I really don't give a shit." A few years ago, Dale’s father and uncle had constructed what had begun as a simple request for a tree house. Mr. Holister had very little desire to build a structure for his son only to have him grow out of it in a few years. Few teen boys actually played with tree houses anyway. Across the corn fields and down a path, a mile or so from the house, the family built in a clearing a wooden cabin. It was a one room structure, built along the tree line, about 15' by 8'. Dale's parents would visit usually just to mow the grass and make sure no one burnt it to the grown. The boys were planning on using the cabin for many camp outs this summer. Mrs. Holister insisted the boys needed to get it ready which meant sweeping it out and using a can of raid to kill the wasps that would all to frequently make their home in the roof.

The boys all agreed and Kevin packed his magazine back into his backpack along with a few cans of Coke. Dale went into the house and grabbed an old broom and dustpan, a few sandwiches his mom had prepared, can of bug spray, and a bottle of lamp oil. The way to the cabin was relatively flat, a dirt road that ran the length of the corn field and across the far side. It was actually two ruts worn into the field. The boys could ride their bikes for the road, Dale steering with one hand while the other held the broom, but the open path leading away from the field was rough and bumpy. They would ditch their bikes at the corner of the cornfield, off the path, and walk the rest of the way. The bumpy path led another hundred yards away from the cornfield until ending in a wide natural circular field about forty yards in diameter. The area around the cabin was relatively level and smooth, grass mowed, with a picnic table and fire pit. A large stack of firewood rested along the tree line.

Dale walked to the back of the cabin, reached under the floorboards, and retrieved a key. The cabin was kept locked but the odds of any uninvited guests coming along were slim to none. The only strangers that could stumble upon the property would be hunters who ignored the no-hunting posting signs surrounding the entire property. But the Holister's insisted upon being cautious. Inside the cabin was a small wooden table with four chairs and another end table with an oil lamp, the sort that looked like it belonged deep in an old coal mine. There was also an old fashion wood burning stove with two removable cooking plates on top. A flue came from the top and extended through the ceiling eight feet above. The walls were bare studs. Two large ugly throw rugs were laid on the floor.

Dale put the lamp oil under the end table and the broom in the corner. He had no intention of sweeping, knowing he would still feel guilty if his mother asked. He did take the bug spray and quickly cover all the corners of the ceiling. He quickly ran outside before he could smell anymore of the fumes. Kevin and Jeremy were seated at the picnic table where the boys quickly slammed down their sandwiches.

"Is it okay to get it back out?" asked Kevin in a sarcastic tone. "I mean, I don't want to upset the neighbors."

"Or the bears," added Jeremy

"Shut up, guys," replied Dale in a more whiny voice than he intended.

Kevin retrieved the magazine again from his backpack, this time without the fanfare. This was actually the first complete nudie mag the boys had seen together. Kevin had found another one a year ago, behind his neighbors’ garage in a pile of junk and old tires. The rain had done a number on the magazine, gluing most of the pictures together, but a few hot girls could still be pieced together. This magazine, "Bustin'" he had stolen from inside his neighbors’ garage. He spotted it on the workbench when he and his dad were visiting to borrow cord for the weed whacker. The garage door was always left open. This time the boys sat comfortably at the picnic table as Jeremy once again slowly turned each page.

They each leaned in close, their heads practically touching each other, jockeying for a better view of each pic. The turned past the solo girl with the large tits and got through the two lesbians without Kevin's shouts of testosterone. As they looked at the two girls fingering and licking each other, none of the boys spoke, only small moans and controlled breaths. The third set of pictures was a couple, a very muscular and well tanned guy with long haired girl. As usual, the photos started with them fully clothed but quickly turned to all out nakedness, the man's eight inch cock fully erect. Kevin suddenly slammed his hand down on the picture of the girl holding the man's dick while her open mouth hovered ever so slightly above its head.

"Oh, how I wish I could get a blow job. That would be my ultimate orgasm." Kevin bit his lower lip and made grunting noises while his lower body jumped as if he were actually having one.

Jeremy looked up and grinned. "Who would you like to give you one?"

"Heather," replied Kevin without pausing for a second, referring to a beautiful girl from school. "I'd shove it right down her throat."

"How about you, Dale?"

Dale paused for a second. "Heather would be cool, but since you chose her I'll go with Christa." Another girl from school.

"Turn the page, Jerr. There's some photos of these two all out fucking."

Jeremy started to turn the page but found the corner of the next page was stuck to it. "Eww, Kevin. You’re not jerking off in the book are you?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," said Kevin with raised eyebrows and a mischievous grin.

"It's just water," said Dale quickly pulling his finger through the pages to separate them. Silence fell again as they looked at the photo of the girl sitting in the man's lap, his rod pressed deep between the lips of her pussy.

Jeremy whispered, "Wouldn't it be gross if we found one of Kevin's pubes stuck in between the pages?"

Both Dale and Kevin snickered. Kevin continued the joke. "Or one of my neighbor's. But of coarse it'd be all long and gray."

"Gross," said Dale, "Old man pubes." causing the boys to giggle some more.

"So Kevin, have you jerked off with this yet?" asked Jeremy.

Kevin returned his mischievous grin again. It wasn't an out of the ordinary question, at least not directed to someone like Kevin who prided himself on topping anyone when it came to out of the ordinary behavior. Kevin was a master of one-up-manship. If someone jumped from a rock at eight feet, Kevin would try it at nine. If someone would ramp their bike at three feet, Kevin would try for four. At lunch, if someone would mixed ketchup with their milk and drank it, Kevin would add ketchup and mustard. In the boys’ locker room after gym class, two boys were mooning each of their friends as they came through the door. Kevin, the next day in the locker room, greeted each of his friends naked. He'd shake their hand and then try to grab their balls saying he was the Chief Ball Inspector of P.E. Of coarse no one wanted to grab back, or wrestle him away because, after all, he was naked. Most just ran away and a few, like Dale, he chased after, his flaccid three inch pecker flapping away against a nest of blonde pubes. In previous discussions, but only with Dale and Jeremy, Kevin had already admitted he jerked off on a regular basis. This in turn brought confessions from both the other boys as well. Kevin's reputation as a "wild boy" had been established around the fourth grade. He no longer had to prove himself with every opportunity. Everyone knew Kevin was the most daring kid in school.

Jeremy admired Kevin for this attribute. Jeremy was no where as near as daring as Kevin when it came to stunts. However, performing in front of a crowd, especially adults, Kevin became much more subdued. Jeremy had dreams of being as big a risk taker as Kevin, the freedom of having an ambivalent attitude of others opinions. He hoped that with the time he spent with Kevin, some of that carefree way of life would rub off.

"Did it last night in my room, way hot," said Kevin.

"You liar." Dale pulled his hand away from the book. "You didn't like shoot it in the book did you?"

"No, I put it in a baggie to give to you this morning. By the way, how was your sandwich?"

Jeremy and Kevin laughed at the look of disgust that flashed across Dale's face. But then he too couldn’t help but smile at Kevin's gross humor.

Kevin turned to Jeremy. "Why do you ask, Jerr? Do you want to borrow it as your date tonight?" He paused briefly to watch Jeremy's reaction. "You want to polish the pole with it, too? Spank the monkey? Choke the chicken? Brutalize the beef stick?"

Jeremy waited for Kevin to stop with his one line jokes, enjoying each one of them while he thought of a snappy reply. "No thanks, already did it this morning in the shower."

"So do it again," Kevin quickly replied.

Dale suddenly snapped his head backup, away from the photo of the slobbering blow job. "What, like right now?"

"No, he didn't mean right now, you retard."

"Well, it is Kevin we're talking about," said Dale while Kevin was pushing his lower lip out with his tongue and grunting gibberish.

"Okay, Dale, then I dare you to jerk off with the magazine right now," said Jeremy.

"I'm not doing that," said Dale.

"Then go behind the cabin and do it."

"No fuckin' way."

Kevin stopped giggling at himself and his stupid imitations. "You guys want to play Dare?"

*** end of Chapter One***

Chapter Two

The boys had played ‘Dare’ only a few times before. On their final camp out at the cabin, fairly close to the day of Halloween, the boys had managed to scare the shit out of each other with ghost stories from a book. They even had a tape of Halloween noises to add to the background. Once inside the cabin for the night, the boys traded "What if..." scenarios. What if something pounded on the cabin? What if they heard the cracking of wood in the forest? What if a face suddenly appeared in the window? From there it turned into a discussion of who was scared the most. The boys began to dare each other to run out into the darkness and back. The final dare was for Kevin who had to run naked into the field to the picnic table. He had to sit for a full minute, quietly. The moon reflected off his naked body giving a pale blue glow to slender muscular frame. When his minute was up, he ran back to the cabin with his cock and balls cupped in his hands. Jeremy and Dale gave praise for Kevin's braveness, again solidifying his position as the Ultimate Dare Machine. They went to sleep after that stunt, agreeing to pick the game back up next summer.

"I'm not jerkin' off in front of you guys," said Dale.

"I was only kidding, Dale," said Jeremy. "But yeah, I'll play. Same rules as last time?"

"Yeah," said Kevin. "Everything stays here, nothing that will cause permanent damage, and if you don't do the dare we get to beat you until we are satisfied."

"No jerkin' off," insisted Dale.

Jeremy rolled his eyes. "Fine Dale, no one dares anyone to jerk off, okay? As if..."

Dale folded his arms. "Alright, but I just have a bad feeling about it."

"Okay, Jerr," said Kevin, "Give Dale another dare."

"What do you mean, 'another dare'?” said Dale. “We didn't start yet. Why do I have to go first?"

"Because you're being a whiny cunt," said Kevin. "And this will get you involved because you'll give the next dare."

Jeremy thought about what to say next. He really wasn't serious about Dale jerking off. And he'd actually forgotten about the game of dare they played last Halloween. Picking on Dale because he was a touch sensitive and sometimes a little naive was always an enjoyed past time. Dale was looking back at him with large brown eyes, the eyes of a boy who looked as if he were about to receive his punishment.

"I dare you..." and Jeremy paused. He spotted the crust end of his mostly eaten sandwich on the end of the table. He swatted it with his hand which launched the bread into the air and onto the grass. "I dare you to eat that off the ground like a dog."

"Weak! Weak, weak, weak." said Kevin.

Dale, without a word, walked over to where the bread lied. Getting down on his hands and knees, he looked up at Jeremy. "Woof." He quickly stuck out his tongue and swept the bread from the ground. Walking back to the picnic table, Dale pointed to the wooden cabin. "I dare Jeremy to hump the corner of the cabin for thirty seconds."

"Sweet, cool, cool, cool," said Kevin, again giving his opinion of the dares.

Jeremy walked over to the cabin. "If I see a wasp I'm running." Each of the boys wore untied high top sneakers with ankle socks. Their shorts, blue or white, were made of either nylon or cotton, with elastic waist bands, and ended just above their knees. Jeremy wore a white t-shirt with a colorful surfer on the back. He leaned up against the corner and pressed his crotch against the wood, hoping for no splinters.

"Pretend you're enjoying it!" shouted Dale.

Jeremy spent the next thirty seconds rubbing himself against the cabin, lifting his leg against the side the building, and grunting. He even kissed the wood a few times for added effect. After wards, it was his turn to dare Kevin. "Kevin, do fifty pushups."

"Dude, you really need to work on your dares,” said Kevin. "They suck."

Kevin took off his shirt and completed the dare with ease, his shoulder muscles by the end glistened with beads of sweat. The next few dares were also fairly lame by Kevin's standards. He dared Dale to walk around the cabin blindfolded. They used Kevin shirt to tie around Dale's head. Dale's next dare was for Kevin to do a handstand on the picnic table. After doing the pushups, Dale wasn't sure he could complete the dare. Kevin was happy to prove him wrong.

"Finally I get to give you a dare," said Kevin pointing at Jeremy. "I dare you to get a wedgie from me."

"Oh, shit," exclaimed Jeremy. He stood at the end of the picnic table. He'd plan on supporting himself with the table, rather than having Kevin pick him up by his underwear with his full weight of 125 pounds. Kevin came up behind him, pulled Jeremy's elastic pants out until he could get a hold of the top of his tightie whities. Jeremy felt a hand softly grip one of his butt cheeks over his shorts.

"What the hell are you doing?" he cried, trying to turn his head back to over his shoulder to look at his butt.

"Just making sure you're not squeezing your butt cheeks together before I start pulling. That would be cheating."

"Well, warn me before you grab my ass."

"Okay then, get ready." Kevin gripped the underwear with both hands and winked at Dale. Kevin pulled Jeremy's underwear out, away from his body, revealing a snowy white hairless ass compared the rest of Jeremy's well tanned skin. Kevin spit into the crack of the round ass, and before Jeremy could react, pulled up on the underwear, driving the cotton up between the butt cheeks as well as smearing the spit across the mounds of flesh. Jeremy screamed with the burning shocking sensation coming from between his legs. Kevin continued to pull as hard as he could, the leg holes of the underwear almost visible about the waist line of the shorts. He leaned into Jeremy, trying to get more leverage. To Dale, it looked as if Kevin was trying to grind his dick into Jeremy's ass while pressing him into the picnic table.

Kevin let go and backed away. Jeremy ran into the field, high stepping and grabbing his ass, yelling the whole time. He stopped with his feet spread wide apart. He reached behind him into his shorts, fishing his underwear out from being lodged tightly between his buns. "That fucking burns, you asshole."

"No, it burns your asshole." Kevin and Dale were laughing at Jeremy's struggle to pick it out.

"You weren't suppose to spit on my ass first, you hog! That wasn't part of the dare."

"It was a wet wedgie; I never specified what kind of wedgie I would give you."

"You fucker," said Jeremy walking as if he'd just taken a huge dump. "My ass is burning, damn."

He made it back to the table where Kevin and Dale were laughing at Jeremy's pain. Jeremy felt no real anger towards either of his friends. If it were turned, he'd be laughing just as hard. It was now his turn to get some revenge, and it was Dale who would receive it. "Okay, you fuck nut, I dare Dale to spank his bare ass twenty times."

Dale crinkled his face in bewilderment. "What?"

"Dude," said Kevin. "Why would he slap his own ass?"

Jeremy was speechless when he realized his mistake. He was about to correct himself when Dale quickly cut him off.

"What's laid is played!" shouted Dale referring to a card game rule. Once a player laid the card on the table, it could not be taken back. Dale took his place where Jeremy had just received his power wedgie. All three of the teenage boys were slim. Kevin, the shortest, also had the most muscular body, followed by Jeremy. Neither of them had an ounce of body fat, barely showing six pack abs, and Jeremy's chest which was less tone than Kevin, had a small definition of pecs. Dale, on the other hand, was just as strong as Jeremy, but had a smoother body, still holding a little cute baby fat on his tummy and a more rounded ass. He pulled his elastic shorts down in the back revealing his pale butt checks and ass crack for the entire world to see. Supporting himself with one hand on the table, he quickly and awkwardly swatted at his ass repetitively. A red blotch appeared after he had counted to twenty and quickly pulled his shorts back up.

Both Kevin and Jeremy knew that Dale was not a huge fan of nudity. But given that Dale probably dodged a dare that could have been much more painful and humiliating, Dale gave in without complaint and got it over with.

"Okay, Jeremy, I've got one for you," said Dale. "I dare you dance on the table for a minute, singing Like A Virgin, in just your underwear."

"Whoa, Dude!" said Kevin. "For not wanting to play, that's an awesome dare."

Jeremy stepped up onto the table. "You guys, I'll tell ya, I'll get even with both of you. Just wait."

"Shut up and dance, bitch!" shouted Kevin.

Jeremy pulled his shirt over his head revealing a well tanned body. He tussled his jet black hair back into place, in case any of the natural waves were out of place. "This song is so last year." He hooked his thumbs into his shorts and pulled them down past his knees.

"Dance like she did at the music awards last year," suggested Dale.

Jeremy had kicked off his sneakers and was standing in just his white underwear. His tan body made his underwear seem even brighter, snug against his firm buns. He grabbed his crotch; looking to make sure nothing was poking out or trying to make an escape. He started his dance, singing the lyrics in a falsetto voice. He used the entire table, strutting back and forth. When he started to sing the refrain for a second time, he rubbed both of his hands on his chest and flat stomach. The he dropped to his knees, on hand feeling one of his nipples, the other grabbing his package through his underwear, similar to the cover girl of "Bustin'"

Dale and Kevin's mouths hung open. Performing on stage was never a fear any of the boys had, especially Jeremy. Typically they were always playing an instrument which left very little room for dance. However, the longer Jeremy danced and sang Madonna's song, the more it seemed he was getting into it, enjoying it. Dale had stopped counting the minute off his digital Casio watch, just letting him continue until he was finished.

Jeremy's big finish was when he had both his hands rubbing all over his stomach and ass, still on his knees while his hips slowly gyrated. He rolled down onto his back, thrusting his hips three times into the air, and came to rest on his back. "There, I'm done."

"That was longer than a minute," said Kevin.

"Yeah, I figured," said Jeremy to his friends’ surprise. He sat up and reached for his shorts on the bench. "But, honestly, I was sort of enjoying it."

"You were definitely sexy," said Kevin.

"You liked dancing that way for us?" asked Dale with a quizzical look.

"No, I wasn't doing it for you homos. I was actually thinking about girls and women. Like I was a model on a runway, and all these hot girls would be pawing at me and screaming my name."

"Dude, you need help," laughed Kevin. "Or laid very badly. I don't know which one."

"Shut up, ass,” said Jeremy. "It was cool; I don't care what you say." He pulled his shirt back over his head. "And you know, I've had the worse dares given to me so far."

"It's not my fault you give shitty dares," said Kevin.

Jeremy playfully went nose to nose with Kevin. "Yeah, well you know what. Let's see who can win this game."

"Go for it."

Jeremy stepped back away from Kevin. "Alright, I was just inspired. I dare you, Kevin, to give you, Dale, a lap dance for two full minutes... in your underwear." He smiled, "Payback's a bitch."

Kevin returned the look with an even more devious grin. "It most certainly is."

"Wait a minute," said Dale. "What? Why do I have to be involved? It's not my turn for a dare."

Kevin grabbed Dale by the upper arm. "Shut up and let's just get this over with." He steered Dale to the corner of the bench where he sat down. Kevin turned his back towards Dale and looked over at Jeremy. "This is a pretty cool dare, though. I have to congratulate you at least for that." He still wasn't wearing a shirt since the push up dare and stuck his thumbs in the elastic of his shorts.

"Well, thank you very much for the wonderful complement," smile Jeremy, standing now fully dressed in his clothes and with his arms folded.

"Wait," said Dale again. "What the hell am I suppose to do?" Dale was fully dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, both hands up to brace himself from Kevin's whitie-tightie covered ass about to descend upon him.

Kevin had removed his lose shorts over his high-tops and now stood in nothing but his underwear. "Just shut up and enjoy it." He backed up so his ass was closer to Dale's face. "And you better take notes because I want a full report when I'm done, mister,” snickered Kevin in his best teacher voice. He bent his legs and started to lower himself into Dales lap. Before he actually touched him, he stopped and started to move his hips in a circular motion. Kevin's waist was slim and tone, his abs were a perfect ladder descending a smooth pelvic area that formed a perfect 'v' into his underwear. He put his hands on his thighs, running them up and down his legs. "Jerr, you're gonna have to sing something while I do this."

Jeremy broke into song singing "When Doves Cry" by Prince.

Kevin stood up. "Okay, something less gay, please?" He turned around so he was facing Dale and started to lower himself back onto Dale's lap.

"Oh, no," cried Dale. "No, no, no fucking way." He put his hands up on Kevin's stomach to stop his decent. "You're not grinding on me with your dick!"

Kevin put up his palms in defense. "Whoa, okay, sport-o." He turned back around and this time lowered himself completely onto Dale's legs. Jeremy broke out into Quiet Riot’s song, "Cum on Feel the Noize," making the guitar noises as best he could. The more Jeremy got into his singing and jumping around with an air guitar, the wilder Kevin became on Dale's lap. After grinding his butt on his leg, Kevin began bumping his ass against Dale's stomach and chest until Dale put a hand on his back asking him to stop. In the end, Jeremy and Kevin were both playing air guitars. Kevin had lowered his firm butt cheeks onto Dale's lap, moving back and forth.

Dale kept his hands up, away from Kevin's body for most of the dance. He suddenly grabbed Kevin's hips for the last fifteen seconds and yelled, "Time."

Kevin jumped up, pumping his fist in the air while Jeremy applauded and whistled for the awesome performance. They gave each other a high five.

"For the record," said Dale, looking as if someone had just puked in his lap, "that totally sucked."

"Bullshit, it sucked!" shouted Kevin. "I was pretty good."

Jeremy was laughing, pointing at Dale. "Dude, you should have seen your face, totally man. You looked like you about ready to die."

Dale flipped his middle finger. "Yeah, thanks, I got the shitty end of that one and it wasn't even my dare. That's bullshit."

Kevin had pulled his shorts back on. "Well think of something creative for your dare to get him back. In the mean time, I dare Dale..." He walked back over the bench and turned to sit down. Before sitting he pulled his shorts back down over his ass and sat with just his underwear. Then he let loose a fart that made the bench rumble. He jumped back up. "Lick where I just farted from here to here!" He indicated about nine inches of space on the bench with his fingers.

Jeremy fell to the ground howling with laughter. He was holding his gut, trying to catch a little air before the next wave came. It was not only the funny sound of Kevin's fart, which is funny to any young teenage boy, but his dare that quickly followed, like perfectly timed humor. What would have been funnier, he thought, would be if Kevin had let that bad boy loose while he was giving the lap dance.

"You're sick," said Dale.

Kevin was dancing around and pointing both hands at the bench. "Do it, Dale, do it. Do it, Dale, do it."

Dale shook his head. He grabbed the bench and leaned over. He didn't drag his tongue across the bench for fear of getting a nasty splinter. The smell had mostly dissipated into the summer air, barely noticeable, but noticeable none the less. He more or less touched and bounced his tongue across the area where Kevin left his air bomb. Dale sat with a look like he wanted to add to the puke from the dare before.

Jeremy looked up from the ground with tears rolling from the corners of his eyes. "Did he do it?" He saw Kevin nodding at him. "Oh shit, I missed it, but Kevin you..." was all he could say before he broke into another fit of laughter that took him to the ground again.

"You guys are asses," said Dale, a grin slowly appearing on his face as he watched Jeremy convulse with joy in the grass. "Ok, Kevin, I dare you to lick..." Dale paused as he looked around the field for ideas. When he looked at the grass in front of him, the thought came to him in an instant. "Lick my bare foot."

Kevin trotted over to Dale and sat next to him on the bench. "Park it right here," he said gesturing to his lap.

Dale kicked off his high-tops and pulled off his sock that looked as if it could use some bleach. His foot, probably the palest part of his body next to his dick and ass, was moist with sweat from half a day of playing and running around. He put it on Kevin's leg. "Lick it."

Kevin pulled Dales foot up closer to his face which caused Dale to have to lean back away from him, supporting himself on the bench. He picked a couple of white fuzzies from in between Dales toes, left from his socks. He flicked them away with a look of disapproval.

"That's fucking gross," said Jeremy sitting in the grass.

Kevin pulled the foot right up next to his face and smiled at Jeremy with a comical lusting grin. He then closed his eyes and started to lick generously all over the bottom of Dale's foot. He began to moan loudly, "Oh Dale." He licked up the side of the foot and inhaled the big toe fully into his mouth for a second. After releasing the toe, he hugged the foot to the side of his face. "Oh Dale," he moaned. "Your foot is sooooo sexy."

Dale thought he had come up with a pretty good dare, one that would at the very least cause Kevin some discomfort. But instead, Kevin turned it into a joke on Dale, as if not only licking a foot was no big deal, but kidding that Dale's feet were sexy. When talking about body parts that turn them on, none of the boys ever mentioned feet as being on the list. Feet were just gross feet. Dale pulled his foot away from Kevin, "Okay, that's enough."

"Kevin," said Jeremy. "That was the grossest thing so far. You are one sick puppy."

"Yeah, and I think he liked it," said Dale smiling while putting his sock back on. "Now I really need to go wash my feet."

Since letting go of Dale's foot, Kevin was staring at Jeremy with the same look he had before the lap dance. He held his hands in his lap, his right fingers tapping beats out on the back of his left.

"Well?" said Jeremy. "What's your dare?"

"I dare you to blow me." said Kevin

"I'm out!" shouted Dale, immediately if not before Kevin even finished his request as if he'd been waiting for it.

"You can't dare that," said Jeremy. "You just went into a whole n’other level, you fuck nut."

"Hey, it's my turn to dare, and that's what I dare, so tough shit." Kevin started grinning.

Jeremy looked at Kevin beginning to smirk, not knowing if he was serious with his dare or simply trying to push his limits. A dare was a dare and they had done some fairly off the wall stunts, but for such a request was pushing the limits.

Dale stood with his mouth tightly closed, his eyes bugged, waiting for someone to make the next move, and he was certain it was not going to be him.

"Well, blow me," said Kevin.

Jeremy began getting frustrated. He got up from the ground and walked on his knees over to where Kevin was sitting on the bench. He drew air through his nose, filling his chest. Then he blew right in Kevin’s face, causing his hair to blow back and his eyes to flutter. "There, I blew you."

"Not like that, smart ass," laughed Kevin. He got up off the bench. "Get on your knees and blow this," he said pointing to his crotch.

Jeremy, still on his knees, leaned over and blew a large puff of air into Kevin's crotch.

Kevin jumped back holding his groin. "All right smart ass; you know what I'm talking about. You have to put my dick in your mouth."

"That's not what you said," replied Jeremy. He quickly got up to his feet feeling energized and relieved that he may have found a way out of his predicament, however it be a technicality. "You said to blow you; you didn't specify any dick sucking."

"You know what I mean!"

"Sorry, you weren't specific and you can't ask for a re-do."

"Dale?"

Kevin and Jeremy both looked at Dale for support. It was up to Dale to officiate the argument being that he was the only one not involved in the dare. He still had the tight lip expression on his face, as if someone were about to shove something in his mouth. "I'm not gonna blow anybody."

"I didn't fucking ask you Dale, I asked Jeremy."

Dale's response was a quick and sharp as Kevin had been. "Yeah but then what, we start trading blow jobs? I knew this game would end with something dirty and disgusting."

"Yeah Kevin, are you willing to do it?" asked Jeremy. "I mean, if I actually did that, and there is no fucking way I would, you know I'd ask you right back."

Kevin paused to look at the faces of his two closes friends and smiled, "Then I win."

"Only because you got all gay on us," said Dale, immediately accepting the idea of the game being over.

"It's not gay. It's a dare, you moron," said Kevin. "Gay is when you like to do that and you only want to do that. I'd love to have a girl suck my dick, and I'd cum all over her tits. But I don't see no girl around, do you? I mean, we started playing this game after looking at the dirty magazine and talking about jerking off. What the hell did you guys have in mind?"

"Not that," said Dale.

"Oh, shut up, you were pushing on your pants trying to hide you little boner the whole time. And don't think I didn't feel it when I gave you that lap dance."

Jeremy started to laugh. "Dale, you popped wood on Kevin, you homo."

Dale's face became red, and he wanted to crawl back under the cabin and wait this one out. "I did not," he said it the most mousey voice.

Jeremy looked at Dale with a smile that was on the brink of one of the biggest laughs in his life. Kevin waited with raised eyebrows, knowing Dale was trying to hide his embarrassment.

"It must have been a wrinkle in my shorts you felt."

Jeremy threw his hands in the air, "Oh, I'm not buying that one. Kevin, why didn't you say you felt his boner?"

"Well," said Kevin, "at the time I sort of felt bad for him and didn't want to embarrass him. But, Dale, if you're going to call me gay for asking for a blow job, then I wonder, who's the gay?"

"I'm not gay."

Kevin pointed his finger at Dale, lecturing. "Right, and I don't think you're gay, even if you popped wood. Hell, I grind pretty good so if you got a boner, good for you. If someone rubs your dick, I'm sorry, I don't care if it's a guy or a girl, you're going to get a boner."

Jeremy wasn't sure if he wanted to stop laughing. "So what are you saying? You want to trade blow jobs?"

"No, that's gay," said Kevin and he shoved Dale in the shoulder nearly knocking him into to cold fire pit. Tension was broken Kevin started laughing, "Like you would ever do that Jerr. I knew you wouldn't, that's why I said it." Dale and Jeremy wondered whether to join Kevin in laughing so each gave a halfhearted chuckle. "I am still the all time Dare King!" Kevin put his hands in the air and started to parade around the picnic table and fire circle. "I am the Ultimate Dare King, ha ha! No one can trump me."

"You're such a douche," said Jeremy.

"Yeah, but look at my muscles," said Kevin flexing his arm. None of the boys had any extreme muscle tone like some of their athletic friends, but Kevin probably was the strongest and fastest of the three best friends. "These are the muscles of the Ultimate Dare Machine." Kevin spoke in a deep stressed voice through his clenched teeth checking out his own arm as he flexed. He quickly stopped, looked at his two friends and suddenly grabbed his crotch. "But this is the muscle of the Ultimate Luva Machine."

Both boys laughed at Kevin's antics, his goofy way of always showing off. "So, then Kevin," said Jeremy interrupting Kevin's self proclamations. "So if I would have dared you to do that, you wouldn't be the Dare King anymore? I would?"

"But you didn't dare me," said Kevin who knew he was already two steps ahead of his friends. "And now you can't because it's not your turn. You would still have to finish the dare, and I know you won't." Kevin walked close to Jeremy, smiling and pointing is finger in a playful way coming close to Jeremy's face. "So I guess you'll never know. And you never would have dared me because you're too chicken shit, and you know I'd dare you right back and worse."

Dale's mouth tightened again at the thought of what could be worse, what sort of dare would actually come after sucking a dick.

Jeremy grabbed Kevin's finger that was getting too close to his eye. Jeremy knew Kevin could have quickly pulled his hand away, but he let Jeremy grab his hand anyway. They locked eyes, Kevin with a grin of victory, and Jeremy with a smirk of defeat and knowing. Kevin didn't win the game because he was the most daring. He won because he simply out witted his two friends. But he was also the one who hated to lose. He probably would have done anything to win the game, but to go as far as sucking a dick, that hadn't crossed Jeremy's mind. It was true the game had started after the boys had checked out the pussy pictures. The Dare game for anyone always had a dirty or naughty theme to it. But in the past, there had always been an unwritten code, a certain playful line that just wasn't crossed. The dares were always something that was funny or weird, but an act the darer could also perform as well. Jeremy wasn't completely sure what to make of Kevin's request, a serious dare or a sly victory. But Kevin was right; Jeremy didn't have the guts to make such a dare first.

"So," said Jeremy, "are you going to pound me until you're satisfied."

"No," replied Kevin. "I'm satisfied. You're cool."

Jeremy threw Kevin's hand down. "Let's go back to the shed and practice before we have to get home."

The boys gathered up what garbage their lunches had created and threw it all in the cabin for burning later. Kevin placed the girlie magazine back into his backpack. They then pulled their bikes from the tall weeds and started to push them along the path around the field. They talked of summer, of music, of all the time they had ahead of them to play together. Kevin tried to explain another one of his creative drum beats, but like always it never came close to when he actually got behind the controls. His beats stormed in his head, best coming out through his fast hands and rhythmic wrists.

***End of Chapter 2***

The next chapter will be posted soon and I hope you enjoyed the story so far. Each chapter gets a little hotter and hotter as we venture further and further into summer.

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