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.

To those qualified to read on, this is chapter six of twelve. If you haven't read the previous chapters, you may want to go back and read (or fast forward through) to understand.

Chapter 6

The camping weekend had come and gone. The following day, a Sunday, was typically a day when each of the boys, particularly Dale and Jeremy, had to spend time with their families. It was the typical attend church and visit the grandparents day that neither of the boys really wanted to do, but felt obligated to comply out of guilt. Dale may have been the only one who actually enjoyed it as he genuinely looked forward to spending time with his family, especially his cousins who admired his musical talents.

But Monday brought another full week of free time. To count all the Mondays in the summertime was just too much of a buzz kill because there were never enough. It was quite the opposite thinking when school was in session and Mondays were the worst day of a young boy’s entire life. But, they each knew there would come a time in their lives, possibly even as close as next year, that summer time will mean finding summer work. They each breathed a sigh of relief when none of their parents brought up the idea of working through the summer. They were a little too young yet, but there were no promises of the freedom they enjoyed for next summer. After all, the musical equipment did not come free..

By late morning, Jeremy was singing into the microphone the lyrics of “I Want You to Want Me,” by Cheap Trick as Dale and Kevin played beside him. It was a song recommended to them by their teacher, Mr. Nun who had given them the music and lyrics to learn over the summer. The boys really didn’t care to be a cover band, but until their own material improved, it was a way of learning the tricks of playing together. It also caused less arguing between them as the songs Mr. Nun assigned were already finished and were not suppose to be tweaked or changed.

“Holy balls, is it fucking hot in here today!” said Kevin at the end of the song. He stuck his hand up his shirt on his lower back and pulled it out wet with sweat. “Look at this,” he said holding up his dripping fingers. “It’s pouring off me.”

“The doors are open on both ends of the shed,” said Dale. “There’s not much more I can do about it.”

The June sun was extra bright, banging away on the side of the metal frame of the large shed. The doors Dale was referring too were similar to large barn doors that slid back and forth along the side of the building. The doorway was large enough for a tractor with its front end loaded and hoisted in the air to easily clear the frame. Opening the doors practically removed two of the walls at either end of the large structure allowing a breeze to blow through, except there was no breeze that day.

Jeremy wiped his face and neck with a towel. He moved his guitar out of the way while lifted his shirt and wiped the sweat from his torso. “Maybe it’s good for us. We’ll look like those skinny dudes in all the rock bands.”

“I think that’s from drugs,” said Dale.

“I could use some blow right now,” giggled Kevin. He was standing over his drummer’s stool picking a wedge out of his ass. The perspiration from his chest had made several dark marks on his gray shirt which Jeremy noticed.

“Why don’t you take your shirt off?” Jeremy suggested.

“Because it’s too fucking hot to think of such easy solutions,” Kevin replied. Crossing his arms and grabbing the bottom of his shirt, he pulled it over his head and off his body in one movement. With his chest soaked with sweat, his body could feel the ever so slight cool breeze that he had not noticed nor could sense a few seconds ago. He knew, however, the comfort would only last until the sweat dried up in a minute and he’d then become hot and sticky. But he enjoyed the refreshing, half naked, feeling while it lasted. Then another thought occurred to him as he dropped his shirt on the concrete beside him. He stood up and shoved his shorts to his knees, leaving himself in just his tightie whitie underwear.

Dale saw what Kevin was doing and started shouting, “What the hell are you doing? You can’t get naked here. This isn’t the cabin!”

“Relax,” said Kevin as he sat back down. He pulled his shorts over his sneakers and laid them on his shirt. “Your parents won’t be home for another four hours. And if anyone comes, I’ll just put my shorts back on. It’s a long gravel driveway. We can hear them coming. Besides, it’s just underwear. Who cares?”

Dale looked at his friend’s underwear sitting behind the drum set. “Well I didn’t know how far you were going. I thought you were getting all naked or something.”

Kevin smiled, “Do you want me to?”

Dale ignored the question as he looked over at Jeremy who had also removed his shirt. He was kicking off his sneakers before he could pull off his shorts as well.

“What?” said Jeremy. “I’m hot, too. And it’s just underwear. I bet your dad could care less even if he came home right now.”

“It’s not him I’m worried about, it’s my mom.” Dale looked at the driveway extending off in the distance. It was a long time before either of them would be home from work and hardly anyone in the family came to visit during the workday. But Dale knew that if a car was coming down the road, if they were in the middle of a song, there would be no way to hear it. Even then, if a car pulled all the way up to the house, the chances were still pretty good they could all at least get their shorts back on before whoever came had a chance to get a peak into the shed. Dale set his bass guitar on its stand and joined his friends in their underwear.

“This feels way cool,” said Jeremy. He held his guitar in front of him. “Hey Kevin, don’t I look naked like this?”

Kevin looked at Jeremy with his guitar in front of him covering his underwear. With so much skin and no clothing visible, he did look as if he were completely nude behind his guitar. “Yeah, dude, that’s so weird.”

“We could be like the Naked Boy Band or something,” said Jeremy and Kevin agreed.

“I don’t think so,” said Dale.

“Yeah,” said Kevin. “We’d have like tons of girls after us wanting to fuck our brains out. We may have to lift some weights to get in better shape, but we’re all pretty fit right now. We could do it.”

“I don’t think anyone would let three kids perform in public in just their underwear,” said Dale.

“Why not?” said Kevin. “Swimmers wear those skimpy Speedo things. No one says anything about that.”

“I agree with Dale,” said Jeremy. “I really doubt anyone would let us do it. And I’m not sure I’d want to do that, anyway.”

“It was your idea,” said Kevin.

“I was joking.”

“Hey,” said Kevin. “I’m sitting back here with both your asses at eye level. Don’t fucking think I got a great view or anything.”

Dale suggested the next song they work on and they broke out into a ruff rendition of “I Want To Be Sedated,” by the Ramones. It was another song given to them by Mr. Nun to practice as much as they could before he returned at the end of summer from his Caribbean vacation. It was an older song as well, but the boys enjoyed the rhythm. Jeremy could even mess up on the lyrics and the song would still sound just as fun.

While they were playing, Kevin looked over at Jeremy strumming away in his underwear. For most of the song he had a side view of his friend who literally bounced his body up and down while trying to keep his head still for the microphone. Again, Kevin noticed the contrast in Jeremy’s deep tan and his bright white underwear. His butt cheeks were gripped tight by the cotton fabric like two small mounds with the start of a valley at the top of the butt crack. Jeremy was a slim boy, not as defined as Kevin, but had the start of smooth oblique muscles on his sides. His butt was rounder than either of his friends. Kevin recalled seeing it on the picnic table when he did his Madonna dance in the afternoon last week as well as seeing it naked over the weekend. Kevin’s face tingled as well as his lower parts as a thought quickly crossed his mind like a passing car light through a window at night. Jeremy’s ass sort of looked like a hot girl’s ass, but just sort of. He shook his head and focused on staying in rhythm with Dale’s bass.

The boys practiced the two songs for a few more minutes. Dale set his bass on its stand and went over to the small refrigerator for a few cans of Pepsi. He took them from the bottom rack and noticed that his mom had not packed any lunches for them this afternoon. Typically, before she went to work, she would ask Dale if Kevin and Jeremy were coming out that day. If so, she would make a few sandwiches and put them in the shed for them to eat later so they wouldn’t have to go through all the cupboards of the kitchen. “Oh, bad news, guys. I don’t see any lunch for us today.”

“Your mom is so cool,” said Kevin. “She’s like the nicest lady I ever met.”

“Yeah,” said Jeremy. “I can’t believe she makes us a lunch everyday. That’s so nice.”

“I don’t even think she asked me this morning if you guys were coming. That’s weird,” said Dale as he closed the refrigerator with his hip. He passed out the cans of Pepsi to his friends. “We’ll have to go down to the house to get something. You guys hungry yet?”

“I’m so hungry I could eat the north end of a south bound rhinoceros,” said Kevin.

“You’re gross, but I’ll take that as a yes. Jeremy, how about you?”

“I didn’t eat breakfast today, so yeah. What time is it anyway?”

It was about 11:30 when the boys walked into Dale’s kitchen. Dale had insisted that they all put their shorts back on to walk into the house which his friends complied without complaint. Dale’s house was a split level style home, relatively new. The kitchen was large with a lot of counter space and an island in the middle which held the stove and a small breakfast bar. There was a large selection of snacks available from fruits to potato chips. Dale opened the side-by-side refrigerator and pulled out bags of lunch meat and cheese. Kevin had ripped into a bag of chips. Jeremy pulled paper towels from the dispenser which they would use as plates for their sandwiches. They each made two, slowly munching away while they sat at the breakfast bar and another discussion of their music and what needed to be worked on this summer.

“I gotta piss,” said Kevin jumping from his bar stool and headed towards the half flight of stairs to the second level. Jeremy and Dale both followed as they also needed some bladder relief.

Kevin went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him mostly out of habit. As he pissed, he knew his friends were just on the other side of the door, so he let out a loud exaggerated sigh of relief. He shook of the droplets and flipped his shorts back over his dick. As he was about to walk out of the bathroom, he stopped in front of the mirrors above the double sink. There were four mirrors, each slid to the side to reveal the typical bathroom contents behind them. Kevin, still shirtless as were the other two boys, flexed in front of the mirror, while he checked out his arms, abs, and chest in the large mirrors. The sliding shower doors were also large mirrors. Kevin could see his shoulder muscles as well in his double reflection from the those mirrors directly behind him.

“Hey Dale,” said Kevin as he reached out and opened the bathroom door. His two friends were both leaning against the wall. “Which of these mirrors do you use for your little show?”

“Fuck off,” grinned Dale. “Don’t even start with me.”

“I’m just curious,” said Kevin with a grin as he went back to examine the mirrors again. “Your mom keeps them pretty clean, so I really can’t tell. Or do you keep them all sparkly and shiny?”

“Can you imagine if your mom knew you did that?” asked Jeremy.

“Yeah,” said Dale, “I mean no, I mean, just shut the fuck up.”

“Oh my god, look, Kevin,” said Jeremy. He went to one of the closes mirrors and pretended to pinch something off from the corner of the glass. He held up his hand as if dangling something with his thumb and forefinger. “I think it’s one of Dale’s knuckle babies.” He wiggled his hand and in a high pitched voice said, “help me, help me!”

“You guys are assholes. Now get the fuck out of here or I’ll just piss on both of you.” Dale pushed both of his giggling friends out the door with little resistance. After he had taken a piss, he opened the door back up only to find Jeremy standing in the hallway.

“Kevin’s in your room,” said Jeremy.

“Kevin!” yelled Dale as he ran the short distance to his room. “Don’t go through my stuff!” When he entered his bedroom, Kevin was looking out the window which faced the back field and the forest beyond that.

“I would never go through your stuff,” said Kevin in a very sincere tone. “At least not without asking first.”

Dale’s room was kept quit clean and tidy, at the request of his mother. His twin size bed sat in the middle of the room with a large dresser and mirror directly across from the door. Beside the doorway were a row of closets with sliding doors. A desk with a lone chair sat up against the wall opposite the bed. Along side the desk was with an older 20” television perched on top a swiveling stand. In a shelf under the television was an 8-bit Nintendo Entertainment System which got very little use.

“Your room is so neat. Do you even use this room? I mean, your bed spread is so neatly made I bet you could bounce a quarter off that thing,” said Kevin.

“Well, I mostly just use this room for sleeping. I don’t spend much time in here.”

Kevin grinned, “Well, I don’t think that’s all you do in here.”

Dale didn’t say anything except give Kevin a tired look.

“Alright, relax,” said Kevin. “I’m just playing with you. You know that, right?”

Dale gave a small nod as he went to the window beside his friend.

“I’m glad you told us that story,” said Kevin. “It was real cool. I didn’t get a chance to try out your butt suggestion yet. But I have to ask, could I see your play tool?”

“What?” said Dale. “No, that’s my personal thing. I don’t want you to see that.”

“See what?” asked Jeremy as he came in the room.

“I was wondering where he kept his dildo,” smile Kevin.

“Shut the fuck up, both of you!” yelled Dale. “I didn’t tell you guys that stuff so you could pick on me about it. And if I knew you would do this I would never have told you.”

“I didn’t even say anything,” said Jeremy.

“Okay, okay,” said Kevin, “Relax, chill out. We only kid with you because we like having fun with you. I mean, I sort of admired your stories because they were hot and I never thought about doing that stuff, but now I sort of do.”

“Yeah,” said Jeremy, “I mean we all jerked off in the dark together and watched Kevin play with his asshole. We’re both cursed with that memory for life. So talking about it shouldn’t be so sensitive.”

Dale didn’t say anything but his shoulders started to relax a little.

“Did either of you guys jerk off since then?” asked Kevin.

“No,” replied Jeremy and Dale shook his head.

“You want to right now? This time in the daylight?” Kevin looked back and forth between his friends.

“Really?” said Jeremy. “I thought that would be like a one-time thing.”

“Not in my house, you can’t do that.”

“Why not? You do,” said Kevin. “And that sort of adds to the whole coolness of it. I couldn’t do it your mom’s room. No offense but I couldn’t even pop wood in there. But we could do it in here.” His friends were silent as they seemed to ponder the idea, including Dale. “And Dale, you have inspired us. We can each take a side of your bed and pretend we’re fucking some bitches. We can each tell which girl we want to fuck while we do it.”

“You’re not going to fuck my bed. I have to sleep there.”

“It’s just us,” said Kevin. “Not some gross fat guys from the bar.”

“I’ll do it,” said Jeremy.

“Cool,” said Kevin, “go get some toilet paper,” and Jeremy ran out of the room.

“I didn’t say I was cool with it,” said Dale.

“Okay, then,” said Kevin, stepping up to his friend. “Tell me right now you don’t want to do it and we won’t.” He slid his hand into the front of his shorts. “But just imagine how awesome it will be.”

“It just feels a little weird,” said Dale.

“That’s only because it’s different, not something everyone talks about. But we’re all cool here.” Kevin obviously had his hand wrapped around his own dick under his shorts, not really moving it around, just sort of cupping his own balls.

Jeremy came back into the room with a huge wad of toilet paper in one hand. His other hand was down the front of his shorts as well, obviously holding on to his growing erection. Dale and Kevin looked over at him as he stopped after taking two steps into the room as if he were missing something going on. “What?” he asked quizzically.

Kevin giggled. “Dude, you are ready to go!”

“Fuck yeah,” said Jeremy. “And so are you.” He gestured to Kevin’s hand in his shorts.

“Are you ready, Dale?” asked Kevin.

Dale walked over to his dresser and flipped a picture of him and his parents down so it could not be seen. “I get my usual spot. I don’t want you guys’ dicks in my hole.”

“We’re doing your bed, not your hole,” said Jeremy as he passed out handfuls of toilet paper as each of the boys took a side of the bed. Dale went to his usual spot he’d fucked many times over by the dresser. Kevin took the foot of the bed and Jeremy went closest to the door and straight across from Dale.

“Okay,” said Jeremy. “So how do we do this?” Both he and Kevin looked at Dale.

Dale rolled his eyes and smiled at his friends. He then gave the instructions for the three friends second round of jerk offs. Each of them lifted the bedspread onto the bed and knelt down on the floor. They each then took off their shorts and underwear, hidden from each other by the bed. But it was then that Dale noticed that the bedroom door was wide open and he could see out into the hall over Jeremy’s shoulder. He asked Jeremy to close the door.

Jeremy covered his erection from his friends by holding his underwear in his hand over his dick. But they both got a shot of his naked ass as he took a few steps to quietly close the bedroom door. He then resumed his position by the bed.

Dale instructed his friends to take the wad of toilet paper and wrap it around their cocks. He asked them to be sure they were well covered not only to catch their wads of teen cum, but the soft tissue would feel much better than the rough mattress. After they had each wrapped their hardons, they each ever so slightly lifted their section of the mattress and slid their cocks in.

Kevin, looking down at he slid his dick in for the first time, said, “Oh, man, that is so hot.”

“Yeah,” said Dale, “I like to watch it slid in and out. Like if I had a girl, I’d watch my dick disappear inside her as I slowly slid it in. Then I’d watch it slowly slid out, all shiny with her pussy juice, and then slide it back in.”

“That’s hot,” said Kevin as he started to glide his pelvis back and forth. “How about you, Jeremy? Who do you think of when you’re doing it?”

Jeremy was watching his own dick, but he looked up to answer Kevin’s question. “I don’t know. I really don’t think of just one girl or anything. I usually jump from one girl to another in my mind.”

“Like an orgy?”

“No, each one alone at a different time. My mind just jumps from one girl to another. I’ve pretty much run down our entire class list, even our fifth grade teacher, Miss. Kennedy.”

Dale and Kevin both agreed that Miss Kennedy was definitely fuckable, even if she was a teacher. The boys became quiet while they all got into a rhythm of shoving their cocks between the mattresses. All of them were gentle in their movements; none of them seemed to hurry to their climax. Dale continued to watch his own dick. Kevin had one hand resting on the bed while the other was on his own ass. Jeremy was playing with one of his nipples. Dale noticed this and started to rub his own, giving him more chills and tingles through his naked body.

“Sorry Dale,” said Kevin who did not stop his movement as he spoke. “I’m not sticking anything in my ass again. Next time.”

“That’s okay,” said Dale rubbing his chest. “You’re not using my toy.”

“You can if you want to,” said Jeremy to Dale. He was starting to breathe a little more heavy.

“That’s okay. This is good enough for now.”

As they continued a few more moments, each of them felt more comfortable with each other and even started to moan and give whispered reports of how good it felt. Jeremy thanked Dale for sharing his bed who replied that it was no problem.

“This is going to be a very cool summer,” said Jeremy. “I mean, if you guys are cool with this, we could do this more often.” The feeling growing in his balls gave him a tingling sensation in his groin. “Like all the time, if we want.”

“Yeah, but just not always my bed.”

“Between doing this and playing music, this is going to be the best summer ever,” said Kevin. “No more waiting until you’re home alone.”

Jeremy and Dale agreed. Dale reminded them to check their tissue before they blew their wad as sometimes it comes off without you knowing it.

Each of them checked their now flattened and crushed wad of tissue and went back to a fuck. They each picked up their tempo, biting lower lips, beads of sweat appearing on their foreheads and lower backs. They slowly ran their hands all over their chests, rubbed a tightened butt cheek, and gripped the sheets in front of them. Jeremy was the first to cum, his head falling to the bad as his body shivered all over. He was quickly followed by Dale with more moans, and Kevin with his own words of ecstasy. The room filled with a sweetened smell of teenage sweat and sex.

Kevin leaned back and sat on his heels. He unwrapped his dick to examine his seed. “Anybody want to see my cum?”

Jeremy and Dale both agreed that was totally gross. Their cocks out of sight of each other, they pulled out of the bed and cleaned themselves off with the tissue. They each put their underwear and shorts back on and followed each other into the bathroom to flush their cum rags. They made sure the bed was back to its original neat and tidy position as well as the family photo.

Shortly after, the boys were back in the shed and again in their underwear. They decided that it was cooler not just in temperature, but a sort of rebelliousness against the norm. You weren’t supposed to jam in your Fruit of the Looms. Dale was watching the clock to be sure that they were back in their shorts before his parents came home. They had also decided to practice the third and final song assigned by Mr. Nun for the summer. It was the most fun of the three songs assigned to them as all three of them got to sing or yell rather. It would take them most of the summer to get it almost right but it was still a good amateur attempt at “Ballroom Blitz” by Sweet.

Jeremy started out just like they had heard in the recording, except there were four band members in Sweet, not three. Then they just went crazy with the chorus parts, jumping around more so than usual in their underwear, there balls just slightly lighter than they were ten minutes ago. Dale had pulled out the extra microphone for his part in the song. There were on their second run through it, each singing and smiling to one another, when a man just wearing his underwear ran up beside Dale.

Dale immediately stopped playing and turned to look, mortified, that some freak had escaped from some lunatic asylum and had crashed their party. Jeremy had seen the man coming from the doorway of the shed and gave him a wink as he watched him take off his work pants. Kevin, upon seeing the man, tried to stand up to whale on his drums even harder, getting even more into the beat as the adult made a goof of himself as he danced. Dale saw the smile on the man’s face and noticed he wasn’t trying to attack him, just dance beside him, even if it was in just his underwear. Since Jeremy and Kevin kept on with the song, Dale found his mark and played back in as well, all four of them jamming in their underwear.

“Dad!” said Dale when the song stopped. “What the….. When did you…. How did…”

Mr. Holister stood and laughed at his son. He reached out and rubbed Dale’s shoulder. “What’s going on?”

“What are you doing here?” asked Dale

“The house had my name on it so I decided to stop by,” said Mr. Holister. “I only had half a day of work today.”

“We didn’t hear you coming down the driveway,” said Dale.

“Why would that matter?” his father asked.

Dale paused before answering. “It wouldn’t,” he said in a small voice.

“I do suppose you guys would have gotten dressed if you knew I was coming.” It was sort of an odd statement to make as he too stood there in just his underwear.

“Yeah, sorry,” said Jeremy, even though none of the boys made an attempt for their clothes.

“I don’t care what you guys wear when you play,” he said with a chuckle. “But it sure was a funny surprise, I can tell you that. And not one your mother would appreciate, either.” He said this as he squeezed his son’s shoulder with his large hand. “I just came down to see if you see if you guys were hungry. I told your mother I’d make you lunch so there is nothing to eat in the cooler today.”

A chill passed through each of the boys bodies as they each realized the possibility of Mr. Holister being somewhere in the house when they were fucking Dale’s bed.

“Where did you come down from?” asked Dale.

“We were just in the house,” said Kevin.

“I was in the barn. So did you guys already eat?”

“Um, yeah, we made sandwiches,” said Dale.

“You guys clean up?”

“Yeah,” said Dale with what seemed like an over emphasized nod of his head.

“Good, I hope you all had enough. If not, come on back up because I’m going to make my lunch.” He turned and started to walk away but not without pinching his son hard on the butt cheek. Dale jumped six inches in the air with a small yell that barely made it out his mouth. “You guys are crazy,” said Mr. Holister. “And enjoy what you’re doing, but put some clothes on soon before Mrs. Holister gets here. She'll shit silver nickels.” He walked over to where he had dropped his own clothes, bundled them in his arm. His underwear hung loosely off his hips and flattened ass cheeks as he continued to walk up to the house.

Jeremy and Kevin busted out in a long laugh once he was away. The color had begun to return to Dale’s face who was not laughing but at least smiling about the incident.

Jeremy said as he wiped tears from his face, “That was the funniest thing I ever saw in my life. He has no clue how to dance and he was jumping around in just his underwear.” He could barely get it out before another fit of laughter took over him.

“And he said we’re crazy,” said Kevin. “Dude, you have the coolest dad.”

Dale exhaled heavily and nodded his head.

***End of Chapter 6***

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