Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2009 14:52:42 -0600
From: Chad K <kwikie@live.com>
Subject: They Aint

This is going to be a little bit of an experiment.  I've written stories on
my own but I have a friend who has a great imagination or maybe really a
great memory, but doesn't think he is that great of a writer.  I told him
I'd help.  So I hope this is enjoyable.

The town I live is known as the place where, "they ain't shit to do".  We
are about an hour away from a mall, same for the movie theater.  There are
about 5 places to eat and the fancy one is the Dairy Queen.  If its not
football season, there is nothing to do on weekends.  I know they say that
the community gets together but just how much hanging around a church and
doing stupid games and stuff can I do.  The church is where I learned a lot
about bodies and sex and stuff, so they aren't too bad.  That could be a
whole nother story.

I do have a horse and I'll go riding with my dad or friends.  I can't rope
for shit.  Even if I could, my dad works too much to take me any ropings to
compete in.  I do play football but just about every boy in my class does.
I am a badass on the field, but ya got to consider the competition.  We do
ride bikes around town a lot, and hang at the Dairy Queen.  I guess there
is a little something to do.  Not too far out of town are these huge sand
dunes.  Some are in a state park and some are just on people's ranches.

I've really only seen surfer dudes on TV and the movies but I know I
wouldn't really qualify.  But here, I'm one of the surfer dudes, sand
surfer dude.  We get to the top of the dunes and surf down or get behind a
4-wheeler and kinda ski on the sand.  It really is cool to cut the sand and
use edges and all that.  You can either go straight down and see how fast
you can go or cut and rip back and forth and make it a good run.

We'll ride out bikes to the state park and surf there, the dunes are
cleaner.  And we don't have to worry about rattlers and scorpions and
stuff.  At least worry as much.  And I do wear board shorts and sunglasses,
that's it.

Most of my good friends go with me to the dunes.  There are also the other
dunes.  These are the ones on ranches or something.  They don't have fences
on them and they aren't worth anything for ranching.  A lot have oil wells
scattered around.  What that does is make it easy if we need to plug
something in to the electricity.

One time, we planned a camping trip in those dunes.  This was the summer
after 7th grade.  Every guy does it here.  And even bf-gf do it when they
can't find anywhere else to fuck or whatever.  Our trip was me, my best
friend, and two other friends and their older brothers.  Six of us in all.
The older guys could drive and that was how we could get out to the other
dunes.  We loaded all kinds of shit.  It was like we were going to
Afganistan for months.  We even took tents.  We never camped in tents,
either in the back yard or out where we keep our horses.  They even stashed
beer.

Then we sat in the back of the pickup.  The 4-wheelers were on the trailer
behind us.  We drove out to a good spot, I heard about the big dunes that
were there but had never been on them.  The one right on the road was kewl
enough!  We had to leave the trailer and lock it up then rode up into the
dunes.  I was so jealous right then.  One of my friends drove the other
4-wheeler while I stayed in the pickup bed.  I think it was scarier in the
pickup.

We got to the place where we were going to camp.  We didn't bother to set
up at all, we just started riding.  There was a great dune right there, it
was long and tall and barely and bushes at all.  It took forever to climb
up.  I was doing great coming down.  UNTIL! They told me to watch out for
the snakes at the bottom!  I wiped out before I got to the grass at the
bottom.  I waited until they caught up with me and then went to look for
the snakes.  They weren't there but you could see the snake tracks.  I
still stopped way short of the bottom.

We did that dune for a long time.  We got one of the 4-wheelers to pull us
up.  I probably didn't speed things up but it was a lot easier.  Then some
of them started riding them back in the dunes.  I was starting to die of
thirst and "Mike", my best bud and I started unloading to get to the water
or Gatorade to drink.  That started everybody else to start setting up.  We
had 3 tents, a big tarp we made into another tent, and chairs and a lot of
ice chests.

After it got dark, we were sitting around a campfire.  Mesquite does smell
pretty good.  And the older guys told us we had to be initiated.  Its
something they all had to do when using these dunes.  We heard so much bull
about how it was a big tradition.  And we all knew it was BS but we were
going to do it anyway.

I know they were making it up as they went.  One of the first things was
pissing at coke cans to knock them over.  The last one to knock them over
had to rub the wet sand on their legs.  I can piss a long long way.  I can
even piss over the fence and that drives the neighbor's dog nucking futs.
I knocked mine down right away.  They told me to stop and save my piss for
the next thing, yea right, you try to stop pissing.  John got his down
pretty quick, he had really bad aim.  Mike didn't have enough power at that
distance to do it.  And Kevin was pissing and pissing and nothing was
happened.  They got to move up and Mike got his finally.  Kevin went dry
and the can was still up.  Yea, and it was because it was full of sand.  It
would have taken a horse to piss that over. They thought that was
hilarious.

It was that kind of stupid stuff for a while.  We had to take our shorts
off.  None of us had underwear or a jock on.  That surprised and pleased
the older guys.  We stopped wearing anything underneath the summer before.
That could be another story too.  And after another stupid thing, we had to
do the hotdog initiation.  I almost ran off!

We had always heard about the hotdog initiation.  It was like when we were
going into 7th grade or the football team.  It never happened but it was
still a story we always heard.  Now, they really wanted us to do it.  While
I was saying no way, the others were almost wanting it!  Mike wasn't so
sure but he didn't want to look like a wimp.

Chris, Kevin's big brother, went down the line and handed us each a hotdog.
I'm glad we had already eaten hotdogs for dinner, I couldn't have eaten
them after.  Then he told up the rules.  We had to stick the hotdog up our
butts, run to the 4-wheeler, crawl over it and then run back.  And we had
to do that 4 times.  If the hotdog fell out, we had to take a bite and
stuff it back in.  If it fell out again, another bite and stuff it in.
They also said if our hotdog was gone, we had to take a bite out of the
next one that fell out.  And yea, with all the poop and sand on it.

It was a really funny site to see us all bending over and pushing the
hotdog in.  I got my 3rd boner of the night and I wasn't even touching it.
Mike and Kevin were telling us to keep a lot out so that there would be a
clean part to bite.  Chris and Dan were shining the flashlights at our
butts and I saw the little tips of hotdogs sticking out.  I wanted to make
sure that mine was going to stay in, so I pushed it almost all the way in.
We were about ready to go when I felt like I was trying to not fart and
then I didn't feel the hotdog at all.  I reached back and felt my hole and
it wasn't there.  I looked on the ground and didn't see anything.  I stuck
a finger in my hole and there it was.  I didn't have time to think, we had
to start running.

The other guys were really running weird.  I was taking it easy. I could
have run regular and finally did.  Mine was not coming out at all.  Mike's
did just as he put a leg over the 4-wheeler seat, and they saw it.  He took
a bite.  I think out of the part that was in his hole.  Kevin got almost
done when his was slipping out and he was doing all he could to keep it in.
He had to take 3 bites out of the last leg.

Its rough shitting a hotdog, at least to get it started!

They had to go wash out their mouths.  It was John who was closer to
chucking than the guys who ate it.  I was going to quit right then anyway
but they told us that we earned a beer.  We were going have to wait until
tomorrow to earn our shorts and shirts back.  It was a perfect night to be
naked anyway.

Kevin and John each had a tent, so Mike and I split up with one each.  I
went with Kevin.  We laid on our sleeping bags and didn't exactly ignore
that we were both naked and went from boned up to limp and back.  In fact,
Kevin was telling me all he could about the girls in our class and about
tits and pussy and all.  Just anything to make me keep my boner.  And I'm
sure he was working his way to convince me to jack off with him.

Then his brother Chris came into our tent.  He was drunk.  He told us we
were really good about doing the initiation stuff.  He asked me how I kept
the hotdog from falling out.  I told him I just shoved it up the whole way.
And he wanted to look.  I told him the hotdog was long gone from there.  He
still lifted my leg and looked right at my hole.  No one had really done
that since we quit play doctor several years ago.  He even used his little
flashlight to shine on my hole.  Kevin asked him if it smelled like hotdog.
Guess who got punched.

Chris never did take his hand away from between my legs after he looked.
He just kept talking and he kept moving his hand closer to my junk.  I kept
looking at Kevin and he would give me a weird look like he didn't know what
was going on.  Chris started to rub his finger on my sack, then another.  I
was getting hard and when my dick started rising off my balls, his fingers
started playing with my dick.  Then I was completely hard.  I was looking
at Kevin, at Chris, and his hand and my dick.  Kevin started stroking his
own dick.  Nobody was saying anything and even the tent with John and Mike
got quiet.  It really did feel good.

I thought I should just stop worrying about it.  My dick liked it enough to
get hard, I should too.  And Chris went from jacking me to playing with me
and back.  I tried to watch but I had to close my eyes and let it happen.
I heard Chris whispering, "pretty dick, great balls, big dick, huge
balls..."  Chris started rocking back and forth, like he was fucking the
air.  I felt another hand on my balls and I opened my eyes and saw that it
was Kevin getting a quick feel.  It was about then that my balls sucked up
in me and I started shooting cum.  It was a great cum.  And Chris kept
going until I had to grab his hand to make him start.  He told us that all
boys get too sensitive after they cum.  He knew it was something about
fucking a girl to get her pregnant but couldn't remember the details.

Before Chris got up, he smeared my cum on my belly.  Then patted my balls a
little too hard.  We saw him licking his hand when we staggered back to his
tent.  He liked my cum.  Kevin and I laughed a little bit.  I asked Kevin
if he knew he was going to do that.  Kevin said he had no idea.  Chris had
done a few things over the last couple of years but not that much.

Somehow, we fell asleep.

One thing about running around and sleeping naked in sand dunes, sand gets
every where!  Sand was sticking to my belly and pubes.  It looked like a
design.  Sand was all over my dick.  I was almost jacking as I tried to
wipe the sand off of it.  At least I could piss without aiming, that way I
didn't have to wait for my morning wood to go down.  Its why I piss over
the fence at my neighbor's dog, or at least most of the reason.

And sand gets all in your crack and butthole.  Unless I got in the water
real quick, I would end up with monkey butt every time I went to the dunes.
I know I looked weird when I was filling a Gatorade bottle with water and
squirting it at my hole to get rid of the sand.

We didn't get our clothes back that day either.  It didn't really matter
except it is the worst sunburn that I ever got on my junk and my butt.  My
balls weren't as bad but my butt was really bad.  I hardly ever wear a
shirt in summer unless I have to, like going inside the DQ.

We did ride the 4-wheelers naked and that is so absolutely kewl.  We did
look strange in just helmets.  And I kept getting a boner every time, I
just didn't care if they saw it.  I know its weird to say but after awhile,
it looked really natural to ride naked.  Chris and Dan couldn't resist and
had to do it too.  They did have cute dicks.  Mike and I have bigger ones.
They both trimmed their pubes.  It was the first time I saw that.

Mike and I rode double and Kevin and John did too.  And talk about getting
a boner!  I think Mike was sitting more on my boner than he was the seat.
We rode way back in the dunes.  We saw some white bones like a buffalo or
bull and had to stop to look.  We were all standing around and I noticed
that every one of us had our hands on our dicks.  The four of us had jacked
off in front of each other before but it was still a pretty big deal to do
it.  But we did it anyway.  We are all standing in a circle pulling our
dicks.  We have no clothes for miles but no one was around.  I love the
sound of balls slapping and there was plenty of that.  We jacked and we all
cummed at different times.  I always try not to be the first one.  I can
cum fast if I need to.  It was weird to look at all of our squirts in the
sand.

We didn't stay too much longer.  And almost got lost coming back.  I'm so
glad that Chris "acquired" a GPS.

When we got back, I saw Chris buttoning his shorts as they both came out of
their tent.  I was sure they had been sucking at least.  I would have been
sucking, I was starving, I ws so hungry and thirsty that I was shaking.
Before we could make lunch, I had a raw hotdog, I didn't even care if they
teased me about the night before and what I was eating.

 Then we doubled up again.  I was behind Chris one time.  He has shorts on.
I had to hold on tight to him a few times, he tends to scare the shit out
of me.  Then Chris and Dan thought they were being cute.  They started
driving down the edge of the road.  If somebody was there, they could have
seen us naked on back.  Hardly anybody goes that way.  But then they went
out neat the highway.  They threaten to go ride right along that, and there
were plenty of cars there.  We convinced them that we would get caught and
they would be the ones in trouble.  With us naked, the would be perverting
little boys.  We never got closer to the highway.

Chris parked on the other side of the pickup and told me to hang on a
second.  He got off and pissed.  Then he left his dick hanging out.  He got
back on backwards, facing me.  I had almost forgot I was naked, I had been
that way so long.  Chris held onto his dick and started rubbing it against
my dick head.  He talked about what he did the night before.  He said that
was more like an initiation than the other BS.  He said he hoped that I
liked it, he knew I at least didn't hate it, otherwise I would leave.

We both got hard and he kept talking, I was just watching our dicks rub
together.  He asked me if I wanted him to jack me off again.  Not right
there but after it got dark.  And he offered to let me jack him too.  I
told him we could do it later but I was almost ready to shoot.  He didn't
really believe me but he started jacking me and I shot several shots.
Right on the seat.  He told me how good my dick looks when its shooting.

We did get our clothes back.  It did feel good to put something on.  It
felt rough on the sunburns.  It was like I was wearing sandpaper undies.
We ate a lot.  And drank some beer, not nearly as much as Chris and Dan.

The four us got talking while Chris and Dan were doing other things.  I
don't know if John and Mike knew what Chris and I did the night before or
if Kevin told them but we got talking about it.  We knew that Chris was
drunk enough that he would want to do it again, if not with me, then one of
the others.  And maybe they could get Dan in too.  I didn't tell them that
Chris already planned on something with me.

The four of us were really good at Truth or Dare.  That is another thing to
do in the town that, "they ain't shit to do".  We still did the truths too.
Not all the boys in our class cared about the truths.  One reason is that
we mostly know what each other does.  We plotted to get them into a T or D
game.

It didn't end up as a T or D game really, more like we had to do things to
earn beers.  I know then still owe us several.  It was some truths and
dares though.  I got asked who was the first one to ever fuck my butt.
Hadn't happened!  That hotdog was one of the few things that have gone IN.
I didn't get a beer for that.  But when we all got asked who was the first
person that we ever jacked off with, I got 4 beers.  I said it was Mike.
Mike said it was me.  John said it was me.  And then Kevin said it was me.
I knew it wasn't but I took the beer anyway.  I really think Mike and his
cousins started every boy in our class.  Even the little ones with no
pubes.

It got sexy and horny.  We touched each other's dicks several times, mostly
jacking them for a few seconds.  And we had to put our mouths on each
other's dick.  Dan started cumming when I was sucking him.  He pulled me
off.  I would have let him shoot in my mouth.

I did get cum later on.  Mike and I got on the other side of the pickup and
I sucked him dry!  I love the taste of his cum.

We ended up with like 3 beers a piece.  They still owe us.  Chris and Dan
got wasted again.  Chris came into our tent again.  This time he slid on
top of Kevin.  Kevin had decided to go naked again, I think so that I
would.  I saw Chris dick pointing hard at Kevin's butt and I was wondering
if it went in.  Kevin was exactly thrilled and he was fighting Chris off.
He stopped and we just talked a little while.  I was sitting up with my
legs crossed and Chris just had to start playing with my dick.

Then he started talking about how I said that I had never been butt fucked.
I didn't really want to get into that conversation.  But he talked me into
trying it. Forget that!  It hurt so fucking much.  He barely got his dick
in my hole that I had to stop.  His dick isn't that thick but it felt like
a beer can being shoved up my butt.

He quit but then jacked off while sitting on Kevin's sleeping bag.  Cum all
over it.

Kevin more or less confessed that Chris has butt fucked him.

The next day we rode and surfed until about noon.  But we did have a good
breakfast, they actually cooked bacon and eggs.  But that had to be weird
too.  After we ate, they put the pan back on the fire.  Then we all jacked
and shot into the pan.  And I did shoot first that time.  So I watched them
all jack and shoot.  I could smell all the cum cooking and the sizzle was
kewl.

So, other than helping out with the residual monkey butt, that is the story
as imagined.(wink wink) I hope it was enjoyable.  I would love to hear your
comments.  Again, this was our first attempt at doing it this way.  But if
we get enough good comments, we promised each other that we would go on.
Tell a story about some other adventures in the town of They Ain't Shit to
Do.  I know I liked hearing the story.  I didn't get to play, but I was
interested.  I thought we should have gone into describing more about each
boy.  Let us know.  email me please at kwikie@live.com