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To those qualified to read on, this is chapter eight 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 8

It was a wonderful afternoon for a birthday party. The Holisters had opened up the shed and removed all the farming equipment. This allowed for long tables and chairs to be set up under the comfort of the roof in case it would rain, which it did not. But it also helped the celebrants stay out of the hot sun if they would choose to do so. The refrigerator which usually held the boys lunches during the week, now held a keg of beer with a tap system running out the side. This was of course strictly for the adults, but it seemed the duty of the kids to pour most of the beer for the adults. No party, it seemed, for any of the families would be complete without at least one keg.

Most of the invited guests were Jeremy’s family. His parents and sister and three grandparents were in attendance along with eleven aunts and uncles from both his mother and father’s sides of the family. Jeremy had a few cousins who were boys ranging from ages five to sixteen. With Kevin and Dale they played a few games of baseball with a plastic bat and ball. Dale also showed them the barn and the haylofts. The few cows were out to pasture as well as the two horses. They tried to coax one of the horses over to the fence but it didn’t have the least bit of interest. Kevin said he’d go in and grab the horse, but Dale said he’d probably get twenty yards before one of the momma cows knocked the hell out of him. Kevin didn’t risk it.

Jeremy’s family seemed to enjoy themselves for the afternoon. His elderly grandfather kept asking why they were not at his son’s house but was quickly shushed by his daughter-in-law. After the usual routine of dinner followed by cake and ice cream, which was proceeded by the traditional song, Jeremy opened a few of his presents. There was nothing exceptionally spectacular about the presents he received. There were a few cards with cash and sheet music from a few popular artists. His Godparents gave him a framed glass picture of instruments artistically leaning against one another. He didn’t really get anything for the band as they had most of what they needed. His father said that he’ll get another present from him when the last one, his sound system, was paid for. Of course this wasn’t true as he was presented from his parents with a foot pedal for his guitar. Jeremy, Dale, and Kevin had an unwritten rule between them and never exchanged presents whether it was a birthday or any other holiday.

Once all the presents had been gone through, Jeremy took the microphone and announced that if everyone could gather around, he and his friends wanted to play a few songs for them. He first apologized that they had only been practicing the songs for a few weeks and they were in fact a work in progress. He went on to thank his parents for everything they have done for him which caused a few “awes” to drift from the slightly drunken audience. He then thanked the Holisters for their generous hospitality which then brought a gracious applause from the Preston family.

Jeremy’s sister, Sherri, and his two cousins Missy and Jennifer, who were about the same age as the boys, mostly kept to themselves for the day, not moving too far away from the shed or each other. But when Jeremy had made his announcement they had taken a front row seat. Before they began to play, Kevin removed his t-shirt which brought a cautious glance from Dale. He really did not believe Kevin would take off his shorts as well, but the thought did cross his mind for a brief moment.

For the next fifteen minutes the boys played their three songs assigned to them by Mr. Nun for the summer. Their play was not perfect, and in some parts Dale wondered if they had been practicing at all. This was the first time they had played for a large audience and their nerves showed. But, with loving appreciation, the boys received a very loud applause and even whistles at the end of each of their songs. One of Jeremy’s younger uncles even started to dance at one point to “I Want To Be Sedated.”

After they had finished, Jeremy, a little red in the face, thanked his family. He walked over to give his teary eyed mother a hug. Kevin, padding what little sweat was on his body with his shirt, stepped over to Jeremy’s cousins that he’d been making eye contact with all through the songs. Dale began to put his guitar away for the evening.

“That sounded awful, mom,” said Jeremy holding his mother.

“I’m so proud of you. You sounded so sweet to me. I just loved it,” his mother replied.

With his arms still around his mother he explained how he had wanted to play better than he had. She reminded him that it was still early, and that he had all summer to get better. She told him that he and his friends had a talent that the other kids could only dream of. She went on to say that even some of the adults wished they could play half as well as he did. He complained a little more but she quickly shut him down by finally telling him not to ruin the moment. She was celebrating her little boy’s birthday, and it didn’t need to be dampened with self pity.

Jeremy heard his guitar scream and snapped his head to look at who had picked it up. He’d immediately assumed that it was one of his younger cousins whom he would crush immediately. But it was his drunken youngest uncle, Mark, who was 25. He announced to the crowd that he had one request for the evening and broke out into a very poorly played but extremely funny version of Chuck Berry’s “My Ding-a-ling”. After the first verse, most of the Prestons were singing along with him. Jeremy caught Dale’s eye and they each passed a wide grin between them as they sang about playing with their own ding-a-lings. Jeremy looked around for Kevin but he couldn’t be found.

The party continued on into the early night. Most of the family had gone home including Jeremy’s cousins. There were a few of his aunts and uncles, including Mark, who remained to help finish off whatever was left in the keg of beer. Jeremy’s parents also stayed. Mr. Holister had brought down a portable fire pit so they could sit and enjoy the quiet evening. A few of the youngest cousins were asleep in the backseats of cars.

Kevin had mysteriously reappeared, asking Dale and Jeremy when they were all heading back to the cabin. It was about ten o’clock when they wished all the adults goodbye and walked the trail back into the woods guided by their flashlights. Dale and his father had been back to the cabin earlier in the day and had prepared everything they boys would need. However, Dale told his mother he was taking some left over bags of popcorn and chips back with them in his backpack.

Once the boys got out of earshot from the adults, they started talking as freely as fourteen year old boys do.

“We fucking sucked!” said Dale. “It’s like we didn’t even practice those songs.”

“Tell me about it,” said Kevin. “Holy shit, what the hell were we playing?”

“It’s still early summer, guys,” said Jeremy. “We’ll get better.”

Dale continued to complain for awhile about becoming more serious during their practice sessions and not letting each other get away with pitiful performances. After awhile Jeremy told him to shut up, that he was celebrating his birthday and didn’t need it dampened with self pity.

The boys walked a few more yards before Jeremy asked Kevin where he had gone. “I looked around for you during the ding-a-ling song and you were, like, gone.”

“Oh, it was sweet, dude,” said Kevin. “I started talking to your cousin Missy, and she was really eying me up. So I asked her to come take a walk with me and she did. We went out around the shed and over to the tree line there. Well, I can’t remember what the fuck we were talking about but we just sort of looked at each other and then, bam! We just started making out, it was so incredible!”

Jeremy and Dale both gave their congratulations to Kevin for getting some action that night.

“Oh man,” continued Kevin. “She has those hot lips and we just swirled our tongues around. It was a little drooly, but I don’t know if that was her or me. But anyway, I had my hands on her waist and when I slid them down to her ass she kept pulling them back up. She was giggling the whole time so I know she wants it. I didn’t get to go any farther. After that we just sort of hugged. I had my shirt off the whole time.”

“I thought you were going to strip down to your underwear when you took your shirt off,” said Dale.

“Yeah,” said Kevin. “I saw you looking at me and I was thinking you were thinking the same thing.”

“Maybe we should have,” said Jeremy. “It would have taken their attention off our music.”

The boys joked and laughed the rest of the way to the camp. Dale unlocked the cabin and went inside to retrieve the small oil lamp his mom had allowed him to take from the house. Jeremy and Kevin began working on lighting the fire that had already been set. The only piece it was missing was a match. Dale brought the lamp out and set on the end of the table closest to the cabin.

“Now that we are far enough away from the adults,” said Kevin. “Were you able to get it?”

“Yeah,” said Jeremy. “They’re in Dales backpack, way at the bottom under the snacks.”

“I had to pretend we wanted more snacks for tonight,” said Dale. “So they wouldn’t think anything of it.”

“You worry too much,” said Kevin who was rummaging deep in the green bag. His hand made contact with one before fumbling around for the other two small bottles. He grinned and slowly withdrew his hand with small three plastic bottles of vodka. Each bottle contained only 50ml, but it was enough for them to celebrate and snicker. Jeremy had talked his Uncle Mark into getting them for him as a birthday present. His uncle was happy to oblige, knowing full well there was barely enough for any of the boys to catch even the slightest buzz. He also knew that Jeremy was one of the most responsible kids in the family, and everything would be safe.

“Keep them out now. I’ll get some Cokes to go with them,” said Dale.

Kevin put the bottles on the picnic table and walked over to play with the growing fire.

“Was that your first kiss? Like ever?” asked Jeremy.

“With tongue, yeah. And it felt so good.”

“Did you pop wood?”

“Actually, I was so focused on my mouth I couldn’t tell. Maybe I did and didn’t know it. And that’s what scared her off, my big meat.” The boys laughed. “Speaking of,” said Kevin and he quickly pulled his shorts and underwear down to his ankles. “Don’t think I need these anymore tonight.” There were three lawn chairs positioned around the fire pit. Kevin sat his naked ass down on one while he pulled his shorts over his sneakers. He dropped his clothes beside him and leaned back in the chair with his knees spread apart. His dick was soft and laying to the right of his nut sack. Grinning, he grabbed his loose scrotum. “Well, hello there boys. It’s nice to see you again this evening,” he said while lightly shaking his balls.

Jeremy had also removed all of his clothes except for his sneakers. The grass tended to be sharp and way too many stones to poke at bare feet to make it comfortable. He carried his clothes over to a chair, the fire giving his tan body an auburn glow, his pale butt cheeks slightly bouncing with each step. Jeremy sat and also leaned way back with his butt at the edge of the chair. He gazed up at the stars. He watched a slow moving cloud in the night sky, the moon illuminating its long broken edges. It was peaceful until something cold touched his shoulder.

He hadn’t notice Dale approaching him quietly with a can of Coke for each of the boys and one of the bottles of vodka, all bunched in his hands. Jeremy carefully took one of each as to not knock the other cans out of Dale’s grip. As Dale walked over to Kevin, Jeremy noticed that he was also naked, the fire casting shadows over his body and making the crack of his ass look even darker.

After Dale took his seat in the remaining lawn chair, they each twisted off the caps to their small bottles of Vodka. Dale raised his bottle. “A toast, first to Jeremy for having a birthday and a wonderful uncle we wish we all had. But second, to the best fucking rock band in the county regardless of how shitty we played today, we’ll practice and get over it and we will soon totally kick all ass.”

“Amen!” shouted Kevin and Jeremy also lifted his bottle. The boys then drank their entire bottles as quickly as they could. It took Dale two times to get all of his down. Each of the boys did not hide their displeasure as their faces contorted and their bodies squirmed in their chairs. They all immediately reached for their cans of Coke to wash the taste down their throats.

“God Damn, that’s good!” shouted Kevin. “Fuckin’ A!”

“Fuckin’ A!” shouted Dale and Jeremy back.

“Don’t lose your bottles or caps because we have to be sure they’re melted in the fire,” said Dale. The other two didn’t respond but just resumed their position of leaning back in their chairs waiting for the alcohol to take effect. They became quiet, each looking up at the stars of the night sky. The only sound to be heard was the crackling of the fire reaching new wood.

“You know I could piss on the fire from here,” said Kevin.

“Don’t,” said Dale. “My dad and I did that once and it stunk like holy hell. It was sick.”

Kevin had started to play with his dick, pointing it at the fire. Jeremy had noticed what he was doing and had also started giving some attention to his penis.

“Wow,” said Kevin. “I got hard quick.”

Dale and Jeremy looked over at Kevin who now had a boner sitting in his lap. His knees were spread and his balls hung deeply between his legs. He held his six inch cock straight up in the air, lightly running his fingers along it. It didn’t take long for the remaining two soft dicks to be standing at attention once the ice was broken. They each pointed them up to the sky as they looked around the fire pit at each of their friends’ erections. They watched each other gently rub and stroke their cocks while also running their hand over their smooth chests and flat stomachs.

“This is the best,” said Kevin. “This is the life. Naked under the stars with a hard on, shared with the best of buddies.”

“The most,” said Jeremy.

“We could play some rock hard dares now,” said Kevin.

“I don’t think it would be a game of dare,” said Dale. “I think it would just be a creative way of jerking off together again.”

“Oh, I’m sure we could think of something,” said Kevin.

“Whatever gets you off,” returned Dale.

“Who won last time?” asked Kevin. “Was it you, Jer?”

“Sort of,” said Jeremy. “But I’ll pass the turn to you. I’m just chillin’ here with my boner.”

“Wait,” said Dale. “Give me your bottles so we don’t forget them. I have a feeling we may get too busy to remember and then we’ll just fall asleep.” The boys smiled at Dale’s suggestion of ‘busy’ and gave him their caps and plastic bottles. Dale knelt down next to the fire and carefully placed each of the bottles deep into the flames to be sure they will completely melt before the night ended. Dale was on his knees and elbows when he yelled up at Kevin. “See, my ass is facing away from you so I don’t disrespect you with my taint!”

“Har, har, har,” said Kevin. “Dale made a funny. Watch you don’t poke your dick in the dirt.”

He turned towards Jeremy. “Are you sure you want to give up your turn?”

“Yeah,” said Jeremy. He was rubbing the palm of his hand over the head of his hard dick. “The first ones aren’t that bad so I’ll wait for my revenge.”

“Well you won’t have to wait long because my first dare is for you.” Kevin wagged his erection back and forth. “Are you ready for it?”

“Whenever you are.”

Kevin slid his hand up and down his cock, holding it straight in the air while he leaned back in the lawn chair. “I dare you to pretend my dick is a microphone, and I want you to sing into it”

Jeremy grinned, “What do you want me to sing?”

“Darling Nikki, by Prince.”

“He doesn’t sing that song. He just screams into the microphone.”

“You don’t have to do the end, just the parts where you can understand what the fuck he’s singing.”

Jeremy slide down onto the ground and crawled over to Kevin. Upon seeing that he was actually going through with it, Kevin backed his chair up away from the fire to give him more room.

“If you do this,” said Dale who had sat back down in his lawn chair, “I’ll never be able to look at you singing again.”

“We’ll never sing this song,” said Jeremy. “I can tell you that.” He knelt in front of Kevin and looked at his six inch cock. Kevin put his hands behind his head and grinned. Jeremy put both of his hands on each of Kevin’s thighs. He had never seen a dick this close up. His body blocked the firelight casting a dark shadow over the member. But he could still plainly see the tight skin over the shaft and the loose folds of his scrotum. He could see the slight pulsating movement as it laid in a sparse nest of blonde pubes against Kevin’s stomach. Jeremy slid one hand up and encircled it at the base, feeling the coarse yet soft hairs against his palm. He pulled it forward so as he looked down at the large mushroomed helmet. The piss slit was staring back at his chin.

“From over here it looks like you’re about to give him a blow job,” said Dale. He sat across the fire and Kevin’s lower body was blocked by Jeremy’s upper body and hunching shoulders.

Jeremy glanced over his shoulder. “Then fucking move.” With the dick pointed at his mouth, Jeremy looked up at Kevin. “I’m not going to put my lips on it.”

“I don’t care,” said Kevin holding back either laughing or some other excitable urge. “This looks so fucking hot right now, I can’t stand it.”

Jeremy raised his hand up the shaft of the penis and took a deep breath. It was then he noticed the slights smells of sweat, sex, and Kevin. It wasn’t an odor he had smelled before in his life. He felt that this too, just as being naked together and sharing physical sensations with each other, was another part of that private piece of yourself that you could only share with those bonded to you. For certain, Jeremy thought, girls must love this smell. But for the moment, Kevin was sharing it with him, and it was his. Jeremy sang the song with a little more passion than he first thought he would when he climbed out of the chair. He moved his head from left to right leaning the pulsating cock with him. He thought his lips had brushed against the head but with a slight jerk realized he only bumped his thumb.

During the song, Kevin had taken a firm grip of the arm rests of the lawn chair. When Jeremy had finished and sat his butt on the back of his own sneakers, Kevin let out a long breath. “Fuck me!” he cried. “I could feel your breath on it the whole time. I just wanted to…. Oh, man. Sorry, dude, but wow, that was….. Thanks.”

Jeremy stood up. He still had an erection himself which now stuck straight out from his body towards Kevin. He watched Kevin’s eyes glance a few times from his own dick, then to Jeremy’s. He paused for a moment before walking over to the picnic table and the green backpack. “Dale, do you have any paper, like notebook paper?” Dale told him there was some in a drawer in the cabin and Jeremy picked up the oil lamp to retrieve it.

“Fuck, Dale,” whispered Kevin. “That was so hot, I just wanted to bump my hips up just to see what he would do.”

“He’d probably kill you. I know I would.”

“I’d let him, too,” said Kevin, “because that would be the ultimate rude. But I wanted to so bad.”

Jeremy came back out of the cabin with paper and his dick slapping sideways against his hip.

He put the lamp and paper on the picnic table and picked up a small object from the backpack. He walked over to where Dale was sitting, whose boner had slightly subsided. Jeremy held up a black marker about six inches in length with the cap. “I dare you to stick this up your ass, and with it still in your butt, write your first and last name on the paper.”

“He shoots and scores!” cried Kevin. “And Jeremy comes up with a kick ass dare. Just when you thought all hope was lost and he lost any dream of redemption, he comes up with a game winning basket. The crowd goes wild!” Kevin jumped up and cupped his hands around his mouth to make the fake crowd noise. He grabbed the marker from Jeremy’s hand and slammed the end of it on the table with the tip still sticking up. “Jump aboard.”

Dale got out of his chair in a huff. “You’re not going to hold it,” he said to Kevin. He came to the table and jerked the marker out of Kevin’s hand. He reached into the green backpack and brought out a small bottle with a pump at the top.

“What the hell is that?” asked Kevin.

“Hand lotion,” said Dale.

“Why the fuck did you bring hand lotion? Did you guys plan this or something?”

“Actually, yeah,” said Dale, “but it was suppose to be a dare for you.” He said this referring to Kevin but giving Jeremy an evil glare.

“Sorry,” said Jeremy. “I sort of panicked and couldn’t think of a dare for you.”

“So this wasn’t your original dare?” asked Kevin. “That’s cheating, but since you fucked it up, I really don’t care. You guys don’t have anything else planned do you?”

“No, that was the only one,” said Dale.

“You guys better be telling the truth because that’s just wrong. You can’t team up against one of us.”

“No, there’s nothing else,” said Jeremy. “And we’re sorry.”

Dale had pumped some hand cream into his hand. “Some of us will be more sorry than others,” he said still giving Jeremy a dirty look. Once he had a lot of lotion on the marker, he took it behind his ass out of view of his friends. Standing, he twisted his hips, sort of sticking his butt out, as he had one hand behind him and the other reaching between his legs to get the marker in.

“We have to see that it’s in,” said Kevin.

“You’ll know when I’m not holding it anymore. Just hold the paper still when I write.” Dale’s face twitched and he let out small grunts as he worked the marker in. “Okay,” he said. He turned and with one hand holding the marker, he stepped up onto the bench of the picnic table. When he turned, Kevin and Jeremy were able to get a quick glance of Dales butt with the marker sticking out of it. They both let out a few laughs.

Kevin and Jeremy gathered around Dale who was squatting over the picnic table. Kevin put a hand on the white sheet of paper to steady it. As Dale was now in a sitting position, his butt cheeks had spread apart and they could see the end of the marker buried in Dale’s anus. Judging from the lettering on the marker, it was about half way in. They both took in the sight of Dale’s pale ass and broad thighs. Dale wasn’t in the least an overweight kid, but he did have more softness to him and less defined muscle tone than his two friends. But, make no mistake, years of farm work had created plenty of muscle beneath his skin.

“Don’t fall or you might seriously hurt yourself,” said Jeremy. “That’s no shit.”

Dale was balancing himself with one hand on the table while the other was in his lap.

“Do you still have a boner?” asked Kevin and Dale gave him a quick yes. He glanced at Jeremy who was also still rock hard as well has his own seemingly unending erection.

Dale had lowered himself until the black tip hit the table which put a little more pressure on the marker so it went deeper into him. While Kevin held the paper, Dale did his best to move his hips around to make letters he couldn’t see. Needless to say, although his friends did point it out to him, not one of his letters could be recognized when he finished. He stood up quickly and had a good laugh at his own work. While standing on the bench, he pulled the marker easily from his rectum.

“That was a cool dare,” said Kevin. “You guys suck for trying to gang up on me, but hey, I suppose you were getting desperate to beat me.”

“No, Jeremy just wanted to give a good dare. And now it’s my turn to pay him back.” Dale went into the cabin which was followed by an odd sound of wood clacking together. He emerged from the dark doorway, his cock sticking straight out in front of him and his hand behind his back. He walked over to the picnic table with a grin.

“What’s behind your back?” asked Jeremy cautiously.

Dale brought his hand from around his back. He was holding a small metal shovel with a plastic handle, the kind used more for digging in flower pots than a garden. He held it by the digging end, silver and reflective in the fire and lamp light, and looking quite new. The small handle was pointed towards Jeremy. It was about five inches long and narrowed at the end with the middle being about four inches around at it thickest. Jeremy’s mouth went dry.

“I dare you to stick this handle up your ass at least to the thick part,” said Dale. “It’s bigger than the marker you said you tried, but I think you can do it.”

“Of coarse you can,” said Kevin. “You shit turds bigger than that.”

Jeremy took the shovel in his hand. What Kevin had said may be gross, but Jeremy thought it was true, which gave him a little sense of relief. He held it in his hands, feeling the smooth black plastic and the slight bumps for finger grip on the underside. “This is gonna hurt.”

“Yeah, but it’s payback, sort of,” said Dale. “Just use a lot of the cream.” He held up the bottle of lotion and squirted at least seven shots into Jeremy’s outstretched hand.

Jeremy slowly slopped the cold lotion on the handle, thinking to himself that in a few moments it was going to be inside of him, up inside of him.

“You might want to put some on your ass, too,” said Kevin. “Trust me, it helps.”

Once Jeremy had the handle looking practically white with lotion, he still had a great amount on his hand. He reached around behind him and put his cold fingers between his butt cheeks. He felt the tight ring of his anus and smothered it with lotion. He tried to stick a finger slightly in and the tip slid in with ease. He could feel the tightness gripping his finger and prayed he would loosen up a little. While his finger tip was still inside him, he brought the tip of the handle to his ass. He was standing, slightly bent over to get better access. He put his left foot up on the picnic table bench which not only steadied him but also gave him better access.

Kevin and Dale shifted around so they could see behind Jeremy. About three feet from him they stood gazing at his white bubble butt, the tan line of his waist, and how the deeply tanned legs faded gradually into the white globes. Kevin wet his lips.

“I don’t mean this to sound queer or anything,” said Kevin, “but your ass could so pass for a girl’s.”

“Shut up, Kevin,” said Jeremy.

“How do you mean?” asked Dale glancing over at Kevin.

“I mean it’s just round and smooth,” said Kevin. “Look at it from the side how it just bubbles out like that, but not like a fat thing. Nothing on you is fat except maybe your head, but take it as a compliment. For a boy you got a cute ass.”

Jeremy had not fully attempted to insert the handle while Kevin was talking. He wasn’t sure how to take the complement, either he looked feminine or he just happen to be lucky enough to have something else others thought was, dare he say it, cute on him. Although it wasn’t the first time someone commented on his butt. A couple of his aunts use to say it too each other in front of him all the time, but that was when he was eight. He sort of felt the same way about the compliment now and his face blushed. He was glad Kevin liked it, and maybe Dale too because he did not rebuke the claim. He suddenly wanted to get the handle up his ass a little more now than he had before.

Jeremy put the tip up against his anal ring and applied slight pressure. With his free hand he tried to pull his cheeks further apart hoping it would also open him up further. The tip went in, just like his finger had, but then stopped. He applied more pressure but felt a slight burning feeling. He thought about pulling it away, but knew he would only be teased by his two onlookers. He wiggled the handle and bent further over.

“I can’t believe I’m watching this,” whispered Dale.

It didn’t seem as if it was going to slide in so Jeremy added more pressure, as much as he could stand the burning feeling from his ass. Suddenly he felt himself loosen and the handle slid further into his ass, about two inches. He stopped, feeling the steady burn of his resisting anus. The slight pain began to quickly subside and with more pressure, the handle slid deeper into him. He stopped pulling his cheeks apart and grabbed his throbbing erection which suddenly felt like it would explode. He took in a deep breath and slowly let it out,

“Wow,” said Kevin. “I can see it. It just slid right in there.” He and Dale were gazing at the shovel and Jeremy’s ass gripping the end.

“Can you take more?” asked Dale.

“I think so,” said Jeremy and pushed on the metal part until it began to touch his butt cheek. He guessed he had maybe almost four inches of the handle inserted in him.

“How does it feel?” asked Dale.

“Weird.”

“Does it make you want to jerk off?” asked Kevin.

“Incredibly, yeah, but I’m going to take it out now because my dare is done.” Jeremy stood up and reached around himself with both hands. He turned away from his friends who he then saw were both smiling at him. Both of them had full erections, and Dale was even touching his balls. The handle slid out much easier than it went in. The lotion looked as if it had been wiped off with only a few streaks of white remaining. Jeremy shifted his feet and wiggled his butt with the funny sensations he felt as it slid out. His erection bobbed in front of him.

Jeremy looked at Kevin. “You know this next dare is going to have something going up your ass, too. Dale and I just had to do it.”

“Bring it on,” said Kevin. “But just don’t dare me anything stupid like a flashlight or something.”

Jeremy threw the shovel into the grass by the cabin. He would make sure it was cleaned off later or early in the morning. With a flashlight he went back into the cabin. There was a soft thumping of wood against the wall, and Jeremy emerged with a long board.

“Oh, come on,” said Dale. “My dad made that.”

“And now we are going to put it to better use,” said Jeremy. He set the board on the end of the picnic table. It was actually a coat rack with four round four inch pegs each about eight inches apart screwed into the long board sticking straight up out it. It had varnished and stained to a deep reddish hue. “I dare you to have a seat on this board with one of the pegs going up your ass.”

“We are definitely going to have to wash that when we are done,” said Dale. “And I don’t know if I’ll ever want to hang my clothes on it again.”

“Dale, you play with farm animals,” said Kevin. “This shouldn’t be a problem for you after we wash it off later.”

“We use gloves whenever we do, well, anything gross.”

Kevin wasted no time in picking up the bottle of lotion and squirting some directly on the very last peg. He put some in his hand which he then reached around and spread it between his butt cheeks liberally. Jeremy looked at Kevin’s ass, and he knew he couldn’t give Kevin the same compliment he had received. Kevin’s ass was smaller and narrower, firm and tight. To Jeremy it looked like the tops of two loaves of bread.

Kevin moved the board so it was about a foot from the end of the table. He climbed up and squatted over the greased up peg. With one hand on the table behind him for support, he lowered himself down to where the peg was just touching his entrance. Biting his lower lip, he cautiously guided the peg to his ass and began to feel it push against his ring. With his hand in the way, Jeremy and Dale couldn’t see the peg penetrate his ass and begin its way inside him. Kevin did let out a small moan once the peg broke through, his stiff dick nearly touching his chest the way he was hunched over and squatting. Kevin tried to look but couldn’t see past his leg and hanging balls, but he felt the peg now inside of him. He straightened out his legs and let go of the peg, holding himself up with his two hands gripping the wide board. He wiggled his hips as he watched his friends staring and smiling at him as he lowered himself the rest of the way down until he butt cheeks were on the board itself.

Kevin gripped his erection but immediately let it go. “I can’t touch myself right now because I would explode in like two seconds.”

“That peg is totally inside you?” asked Jeremy.

Kevin leaned back slightly and spread his legs. He felt the wood and the bottom of the peg. He traced it a very short way with his finger until he felt the tight ring of his anus. He removed his hand and held his balls up so both of his friends could see it penetrating him.

“Whoa, dude,” said Dale. “I sort of feel like I started all of this with my Atari butt story. I’m glad you guys don’t think I was like a total fag or something.”

“Honestly, this feels pretty good,” said Kevin. “I mean those gay guys do it for a reason, ya know. But this doesn’t mean you’re gay.” He paused, “but if you ever tell anyone about this, I’ll fucking kill you all.”

“No shit” and “Really, duh?” were his friends response.

“You guys are funny,” said Kevin with a sarcastic smile. “Dale, for your dare, why don’t you have a seat right next to me.”

“Gee, couldn’t see that coming,” said Dale glancing at Jeremy. He picked up the bottle of lotion and greased up the peg farthest from Kevin who didn’t move except to hold the board still. Dale copied Kevin’s movements, applied some cream to his own ass started to work the peg into his hole. He grabbed Kevin’s shoulder for support, moving slowly down until his ass cheeks were settled on the board. “That feels nice, just the right size.”

“Yeah, this is so hot,” said Kevin. Both the boys sat with their feet dangling over the edge of the table. They both had boners poking towards their belly buttons over their sparse pubic hair. Kevin lightly traced his fingertips over his erection while Dale played with his own balls.

Without realizing it, Jeremy had begun to rub his own fingers between his ass cheeks feeling his hole which was still loose from the garden shovel. “There’s not enough room for me up there.”

Dale reached beside him and unscrewed one of the pegs. He tossed it towards Jeremy with a giggle. “You can use that one.”

Jeremy caught the peg and laughed while he pretended to stick it up his butt.

Kevin laughed and grabbed his cock with his fist. “Or you can sit on this peg.”

The boys laughed again at Kevin’s suggestion but it was short lived as they each became quiet and still. Jeremy’s mouth went dry as he felt the folds of skin of his asshole. The tip of his finger was lightly caressing it. Kevin used his thumb and pushed at the base of his dick so it stuck straight out at Jeremy. The words had escaped Kevin’s lips from his subconscious mind. Maybe it was said as a joke, but the possibility of it being real quickly raced through each of the boys’ minds.

*** End of Chapter 8 ***

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