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 activities 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. But I'm suddenly reminded of Grover's warning in The a Monster at the end of This Book. Did that stop you from turning the pages? I think not. But you have been warned.

To those qualified to read on, this is chapter five of twelve. If you haven't read the previous chapters, you may want to go back and read (or fast forward through) to understand. This chapter picks up the same night chapter four left off.

Chapter 5

After singing the national anthem, the boys had crawled into their sleeping bags in the cabin. To sleep outside under the stars sounded better than it actually was. The morning dew would soak through the sleeping bags which would ruin the entire experience. They had also put their underwear back on, none of them really caring to sleep in the nude. It wasn’t something any of them were used to so underwear was more comfortable. Kevin said he didn’t like his nuts sticking to his leg while he slept. The fire was out, the door had been shut, and all flashlights had been turned off. Although they could see the starry night sky out through the windows into the night, but they could barely see each other in their sleeping bags. It was dark and peaceful, and for some reason, in moments like this, everyone talked with a hushed voice.

They were reflecting on what Kevin had said, naked by the fire, in his rant. Part of it was youthful fantasy, an innocent view of a larger world that held no limitations. How great could they be? They had never played for anyone longer than a few songs, and that was for just friends and family. But this summer felt like a turning point, or at least the beginning, of when people may or even could begin to take them serious. Dale had shared his parents wish for them to perform at the town festival in the fall.

“Wow, I don’t know if we’d be ready for that,” said Jeremy.

“Well, then let’s get ready.” Kevin spoke up quickly. “And why not? If we suck, we suck. But I don’t think we will. We can’t be afraid of what other people may say. If we are, then we may as well quit now. We’ll never get over that.”

“I was speaking more out of respect for the music. I mean, I care what people will think. I want them to like it, won’t lie about that. But I want to be sure I like it, too. I don’t want to just put crap out there for the sake of playing.”

“And I agree,” said Kevin. “But I have total faith in you and your ability to write the best music. You have a true gift, you fucker. You have to trust that because I already do.”

“So your whole speech was about trusting each other first,” whispered Dale. “Like, totally.”

“Fuckin’ A, brother.”

“And like no secrets between us,” continued Dale.

“Absolutely none. We have to have none, like we stand as one. It will be us, ya know. That’s stronger than just one.”

The small room went quiet for a moment as Kevin’s words wash over all of them.

Dale, still whispering, said, “Well, then I have a confession to make, or something like that. It’s not really a confession but, well, you know what I mean.”

“No,” said Jeremy, “Not really.”

“Well, in the dare game tonight,” said Dale. “You guys asked me to tell you about my most creative way of jerking off, at least that’s what you meant. So I kind of got to dodge the question. If you guys won’t think I’m like totally weird, I’ll answer it for you now.”

“Speak and be heard,” said Kevin.

“You guys have to promise not to tell a single fucking soul. I mean, really, not anyone okay.”

“You can trust us,” said Jeremy.

“Yeah, that goes without saying. I mean, Jesus Christ, look what I did tonight. Anyone want to smell my finger?”

The boys snickered and giggled with utterances of how gross that was, and even Kevin agreed.

“Well, I’m not sure I should say it. You guys will think I’m gay or something.”

“Well that was a piece of information right there,” said Jeremy. “But it’s cool. Go ahead.”

“Dale,” said Kevin, “I’m not going to think you’re gay unless you tell me you’re gay. You sure don’t seem like a homo to me, not that I know homo. But you’re not fucking prancing about with limp wrists or some shit like that.”

Dale paused while taking deep breaths through his nose. “Well, Kevin, you know how you sort of stuck your finger in your butt, tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, when I’m jacking off, sometimes I sort of do that too.”

Jeremy turned his head in Dale’s direction. “You mean like stick your whole finger up your butt?”

“Well, yeah, sort of.”

“I don’t think that’s weird,” said Kevin. “I mean, I sort of do that and I love the feeling of it. If it feels good, go for it, man.”

“But you don’t think that’s gay?”

“No,” said Kevin. “I mean, but first, you have to tell me this. When you’re doing that, what are you thinking about? Are you thinking about a dick tickling your insidie parts or what?”

“I’m thinking about my finger in my ass and how good it feels. I don’t want a dick in my ass. It just feels good to do that. I don’t know why.” Dale paused briefly. Not being able to see his friends faces made it much easier to tell. “So, do you guys ever do that?”

“Nope,” said Jeremy and “Can’t say I have,” replied Kevin at the same time, and they both started to giggle together.

Dale fell silent.

“Hey, Dale,” said Kevin, “and this is a promise. Next time I rub one off, I’ll do it too. And I’ll tell you all the details.”

“You’d probably fucking show us,” said Jeremy.

“Was that a dare?”

“No!” yelled Kevin’s friends in unison while Kevin laughed again.

“Okay, well, I said I was creative, so there is a little more to the story than that.”

“Cool,” said Jeremy.

Kevin could be heard rolling around in his sleeping bag probably turning onto his side and propping his head up with his arm.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m saying this.”

“Yeah, Dale, this is a different side of you,” said Jeremy. “It’s cool, I like it. You’re fun.”

“Oh, gee, thanks,” said Dale sarcastically. He took a deep breath before his plunge. “Okay, you know those mirrors in my bathroom at my house? You know how they come off? Well, if you don’t know doesn’t matter. They come off, the ones above the sink about a foot wide. Well, I take one off and put it on the floor of my bedroom. Then I strip down and like squat over top of it. I look down so I can see my dick and balls and everything there. And you guys remember the old Atari joysticks? Well, I took the top off of one of those. I put hand lotion on it and I sort of slide it up my ass as I watch in the mirror. And then I jerk off while I’m shoving it in and out. Then I blow my load all over glass mirror. And that is my creative way of jerking off.”

Kevin responded first with a word that summed up all of his thoughts. “Wow.”

“I can not top that one,” said Jeremy.

“Yeah, most creative thing I do is a strip tease in front of my mirror. I pretend I’m performing a rock concert and all these girls come up on stage and jerk and suck me off.”

“I…”, started Jeremy. “I…, um, I got nothing. I don’t do much of anything except blow it on my chest.”

“Dude,” said Kevin, “I think writing music has sucked up all your creativity.”

“I think so, too,” Jeremy agreed.

“And that,” yelled Dale suddenly, “you ass wipes, telling you guys that was the ultimate dare.”

Kevin agreed and Jeremy even added that it was one from the soul.

“It was definitely hot, too,” added Kevin.

“Yeah,” said Jeremy. “I thought my dares were tough, but that was a hard one to take.”

The boys again fell silent for a few moments. It had seemed that sleep had finally taken control of the party until Kevin spoke up.

“Well Jeremy, what do you got?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I made some insightful comments about our band here. And Dale just bared his soul about how he likes to take it up the butt.”

“I do not!” yelled Dale.

“I’m teasing you tit. Relax.” Kevin could be heard shifting to look over at where Jeremy was laying. “Anything you want to add before we call it a night? Song to sing?”

“I got nothing.”

“Really? Okay, that’s cool, too,” said Kevin.

“So what?” said Dale. “Kevin, we’re not trying to one up each other, okay? We’re not playing the game all the time. It gets old.”

“Okay, sorry, just checking,” said Kevin in a soft sarcastic and apologetic tone.

It was several seconds later when Jeremy let out a huge breath, the ones let out in frustration. He could be heard twisting in his sleeping bag until the sound of its zipper filled the room.

“Where are you going?” asked Dale.

“No where,” Jeremy replied. The next sound was that of cloth against skin and the distinct snap of the elastic of underwear. Kevin and Dale both lifted their head. Even with their adjusted eyes, to see exactly what their friend was doing was impossible. They propped themselves up on their elbows with the next sound of Jeremy spitting into something not once, but three times. Then came the wet repetitive sound, distinctive for any fourteen year old boy to recognize, of a hand being slid up and down on a wet dick.

“Are you jerking off?” asked Kevin whose voice suddenly cracked.

When Jeremy didn’t reply and continued with his business, Dale had picked up a flashlight by his head and quickly turned it on his friend. For a brief second Kevin and Dale could see that Jeremy had pulled his sleeping bag open and his underwear down to his thighs. His right hand was wrapped around his erection sticking straight into the air. They could see the enlarged mushroom head before Jeremy had quickly turned onto his side, his pale bubble butt coming into view again. “Hey, no flashlights!”

Dale quickly doused the light as he and Kevin broke into wild laughter. “Fucking cool, man,” Kevin shouted. “You go for it.”

Jeremy stopped playing with his wet dick. “There is no way in hell I can do this with you guys making that much fucking noise.”

They had just became quiet when Dale said, “But I don’t really want to listen to you jerk off. I mean it sounds gross.”

Kevin had sat up as Dale could see the silhouette of his round head against the window. “You’re right. Dale, do you have any Kleenex or napkins?”

“Yeah, up on the table.”

“Cool, get some.” The zipper of Kevin’s sleeping bag could also then be heard being undone followed by the sound of his underwear snapping to his knees.

Dale didn’t bother to ask what he was doing. He quickly scrambled to the table, familiar with the layout of the cabin even in the dark, and grabbed a roll of paper towels. Kneeling in the dark in just his underwear, he quickly ripped of sheets without counting and threw them towards his friends. He scooted back to his own sleeping bad and crawled halfway in, tugging his tightie whities down at the same time. After a few moments, the wet sloppy sounds of three teenage boys tugging their meats filled the room.

Kevin commented on how awesome it was while he massaged his balls and gently slid his hand up and down his shaft. The other two merely grunted their positive replies. He also apologized to Dale saying he’d save the butt thing for the next time. Again, Dale just moaned his acknowledgment. The boys continued for several minutes, none of them in a rush to finish off, savoring the tingling sensations growing in their scrotums.

Jeremy could feel his cum ready to shoot. His legs involuntarily moved and a few high pitched squeaks escaped his lips and he filled a wad of paper towels with his white boy juice. He shivered as if thousands of tiny fingers had quickly messaged his entire body. He held the paper towel over the head of his cock as he heard Dale on the other side of the room. Dale let out a few grunts through clenched lips and took short deep breaths quickly through his nose.

Kevin was the last to finish, saying quietly, “Fuck yeah,” between every few strokes. When he finally emptied his load he let out another long moan followed by many explicative words about how fucking hot it was.

“Good night, guys,” said Jeremy.

“Night,” replied Dale.

Kevin let out a loud slurping noise that caused one final round of giggles.

“You’re so fucking gross.”

*** End of Chapter 5 ***

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