Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2005 14:06:12 EST
From: Badgod69@aol.com
Subject: ROAD TRIP 1

The year I turned 24 I got stuck driving seven 9th and 10th grade boys from
Berkeley, California to Ashland, Oregon to attend the Shakespeare Festival
as part of a summer school program.  I was to be their chaperone.

It was a last minute sort of thing but I had fun on that trip.  We all did.

Now, having been one myself, I had always been amused and fascinated by
boys when they get to that dirty-minded, sex-obsessed age, usually around
14 years-old.  So this trip was even more interesting for me than if they'd
been kids of a different age.

Let me introduce the group:

Davie - 10th grade, almost 15 years old; about 5'8", 135lbs., buzzed golden
blond hair, blue eyes, tan skin.  Friendly and helpful, but a funny
smart-ass if you give him the opportunity.

Zack - 9th grade, 14 years old; about 5'5", skinny, dark brown hair with
long surfer bangs, braces on his teeth, big brown cow eyes.  Quiet and
introspective, but funny and eager to take risks.  Loves adventure.

Kevin - 10th grade, almost 16 years old; around 5'10", 145 lbs., shaggy
blond hair, blue eyes, pale skin with red cheeks and lips.  Kevin looks
almost pretty but has a foul mouth and a fun sense of mean-spirited,
politically incorrect humor.

Anthony - 9th grade, 15 years old; Mexican, about 5', short but built, 130
lbs., short black hair.  Smart and quirky, sarcastic and still finds
bathroom humor hilarious.

Peter - 10th grade, 16 years old; close to 6'2", maybe 145 lbs., looks
scrawny but likes to play rough and tough.  Kind of ugly but in a cute way.
The 'alternative', punk rock kid of the group.  Smokes and likes getting
stoned.  Has a mohawk and a loud mouth.  Cool kid, though.

Tim - 10th grade, 15 years old; about 5'7", 130 lbs., clean-cut kid with
conservative brown hair and big blue eyes.  Mormon.  Blushes at the drop of
a hat.  Quiet but notices everything.  Loves lame jokes.  Nobody's dummy.

Joey - 9th grade, 14 1/2 years old; about 5'5", 125 lbs., shaved head,
brown eyes behind perpetual shades, freckles, wears a beanie all the time,
hyperactive and a hell of a good skateboarder.  Wears baggy everything.

And me, Caleb - 24 years old, 6'1", 175 lbs., buzz cut brown hair,
blue-gray eyes, goatee, several tattoos, quick wit and a dirty mouth.  Also
loves working with kids.  Also loves theatre.  Also the older brother of
Tim.  Also an ex-Mormon.

Currently living with a girlfriend who also works with youth.  She works
for Outward Bound and is gone on wilderness trips with troubled kids quite
a bit.  We want to start our own camp in a few years and I think I want to
marry her.  Pretty sure about that.  Her name's Sherry.

Now, there's a 9-year difference between Tim and me.  And there's a world
of difference between our lifestyles.  However, I've been able to open
Timmy up in some ways that would surprise you, and that's sort of what this
recounting is all about, at heart.  Here's the relevant history.

First of all, we come from a fairly conservative Mormon family in a liberal
town, a situation that never did much for our social lives, believe me.
All my childhood before Timmy was born seems like it was spent in
church???? or doing church-related activities.  Much of what my non-Mormon
peers did and said and ate I couldn't do without feeling bad and wrong.
When I got to 12 or 13 I started questioning everything and rebelling
against my parents and the whole faith.

And boy, I rebelled hard and fast.  First, I refused to go to church
anymore.  Then I got drunk more times than I can remember, smoked pot
daily, tried acid several times, did speed a bunch of times, and still love
my personal fav, Ecstasy.  I had always found girls and an occasional guy
attractive but never did anything about it until I hit this period.  I was
a good-looking kid, fit and handsome, and when I was almost 13 I started
having sexual experiences with lots of girls and by 15 had added a few
guys.  Two of the guys who came on to me were strangers, but one was a
close buddy.  The experience with the close buddy changed the way I thought
about sex with guys for the rest of my life.  I never hooked up with
strangers again.  All-in-all, the concept of getting off with another guy
was no big deal to me, it just felt great to do whatever I wanted and not
have to feel like shit about experimenting and experiencing life.

My family didn't know about the sex but they knew about the smoking and
drinking and drugs.  They were horrified and basically tried praying my
"troubles" away, then siccing the Elders on me, and finally just going into
denial about it so long as I kept things on the down-low.

By the time I turned 18 I had openly rejected the whole faith and my
parents were actually tolerant enough of my decision that they still
allowed me to live at home part-time and were pretty cool with me.  They
even paid my way through college while I worked to help defray the costs.
They hoped my behavior was just a crisis of faith that would pass in time.

When I was 19 I moved back home from college for the summer.  I had a local
girlfriend at the time named Julie.  She was a wild partier and liked
trying to drink me under the table.  We had sex all the time and I got
really good at sneaking her into my room at night after my parents had gone
to bed.  We'd fuck and drink or get stoned all night and then I'd sneak her
back out before my parents woke up.  We never got caught.

Anyway, the first time anything physically intimate came up between Timmy
and me was that summer.  He was 10 years old.

We had always been close, even when I was going through my wild rebellion
phase.  I never went through a period where I didn't want him around or
found him embarrassing or anything like that.  Timmy and I got along
great. We even looked alike and there was no mistaking the fact that we
were brothers.  But he was definitely his own guy, not some carbon-copy of
me.  Tim was a basic good Mormon boy, just waiting to bloom.

At 10, Tim was a cute all-American looking kid, maybe 4'5", 95 lbs., brown
hair and blue eyes, gawky and skinny, with big kid-teeth, a goofy sense of
humor, and a girl-pitched voice.  I loved Timmy a lot and always tried to
teach him about real (non-Mormon) life cuz he sure as hell wasn't getting
any real knowledge from anybody he knew or hung out with.

So, during that summer when I was 19 and home from school, this one night
Julie and I were in my room having sex.  It was well after midnight,
probably more like 1 or 2 a.m.  Both of us were fairly fucked-up but we
were being super quiet.  We had gotten home from a party at a buddy's
apartment and we'd both done X that evening, besides drinking and smoking
lots of weed.  We were buck-naked and I was sliding my dick in and out of
her sweet, juicy pussy.  I had my back in 3/4 profile to my bedroom door
and all of a sudden I had a feeling that we were being watched.

Apparently I had left my door a tiny bit ajar, because when I looked over
at it, there was Timmy holding the door wide open, staring at me as I
plowed Julie.  After an initial instinctive flash of alarm the expression
on his face made me want to leap off the bed and wrap my arms around him
because he looked confused and sort of scared.

Julie was pretty wasted and just lay there quietly moaning and breathing
heavily as I pistoned into her.  I held Timmy's gaze and smiled at him and
motioned him over to my bed.  At first he just stood there, eyes wide, face
flushed before reverting back to its usual pallor.

I didn't miss a beat as I screwed Julie, just continued going at it,
smiling at Timmy and watching his face.  Again I motioned him over to the
bed and still he just stood there, staring.  I chuckled softly and told him
it was OK, everything was fine and we were just having a good time having
sex.

Timmy closed his eyes for a few seconds and then he opened them and
whispered that I was going to get in trouble if Mom or Dad heard us or
figured out what was going on.

I snickered and waved him over to us again.  This time he moved, closing
the door softly and carefully behind him before he padded over closer to my
bed.  He was wearing pajamas, a little too big for his slight frame, the
pajama top unbuttoned and showing the pale skin of his scrawny chest.  Tim
was so pale that his chest looked like a bowl of milk with 2 little red
strawberries floating on the surface where his nipples were.

He was standing about 2 feet away from me, watching me fuck my girl like he
was seeing a man from Mars.  I thought that was funny and told him to take
a picture cuz it'd last longer.  Timmy grinned his goofy smile and giggled
at the lame joke.

"Does she like it?" he asked quietly, nodding at Julie lying flat on her
back under me.  I was sort of kneeling between her legs, still plunging my
cock in and out.  "Cuz she doesn't sound like it."

"Oh, hell yeah, bro, it feels awesome."

"How do you know?  What's it feel like?"

"To me, you mean?"  He shrugged.  "Well, to her, I don't really know but
she says it's amazing.  And to me, it feels better than anything, better
even than jerking off."

Timmy just looked at me helplessly, like he understood but not really.

"Don't tell me you've never beat your meat before, bro," I whispered as I
rolled my eyes and smiled gently at him.

Again he looked at me with that
I-think-I-know-what-you-mean-but-I'm-not-sure look kids get.

"You know, playing with your wiener."

"Oh.  Nope.  Dad told me it's not healthy and that it's dirty."

"Dad's full of shit, then," I said, "cuz jerking off is totally healthy and
necessary for boys."

Timmy just smiled at me with an open mouth and wide eyes, blushing
furiously as he kept shifting his glance from my face to my bucking hips
and back to my face.  I suspected that there was a little tenting action
going on under his pajama bottoms.

I pointed to his crotch and giggled quietly and Tim blushed an even deeper
scarlet.

"Dude, it's OK, it's normal and natural to get a boner and whip it 'til it
feels good.  When you get older it'll spew out cum when it feels so good
that you can't stand it any longer.  That's how you make babies."

"Well, I know that, Cal.  Duh!"  This time, he rolled his eyes.  We laughed
together.

"Come here, bro," I said softly and held out my hand to him.

Timmy took a step or 2 towards me, coming close enough for me to touch him
if I wanted to.

"Take your shirt off," I whispered as I pushed his PJs top off his
shoulder.  Timmy's eyes widened and shot a quick glance at Julie.

"She'll be out like a light in a few minutes," I told him, aware that he
was uncomfortable at Julie's presence.  It was plain to see that she was
about to pass out.  I knew the signs well.

He shrugged and slipped the oversized shirt off his shoulders and let it
fall to the floor behind him, giggling.

"Good.  Now pull your PJs down, bro."

Timmy looked at me with those huge blue eyes, innocent but trusting and
excited beyond belief.  He blushed furiously.

"Go on, it's cool, bro, it's OK.  I want to show you something."

He sighed like I was pressuring him, but his face was scarlet and he was
grinning like a fool.  I knew the exasperated sigh was one of embarrassment
and nervousness, not one of feeling forced into doing something he didn't
want to do.  I knew what every sound and move that Timmy made meant.  I
guess it's a brotherly thing.

He tucked both his hands under the loose elastic waistband of his PJs and
pushed them down.  Once they passed his bony hips his PJs fell in a bunch
around his ankles.  Without having to tell him, Tim stepped out of the PJs
and stood there awkwardly, dressed only in his tighty whities.  His little
dick was hard under the fabric and pushed out against his briefs.

Again, I pointed at his crotch and we both got the giggles.  I could tell
that Tim was nervous and feeling embarrassed from the way he was standing,
arms crossed and hugging his chest like he was cold, legs pressed tight
together to cover the bulge in his underpants.

"You're beautiful, bro.  You look perfect.  You're gonna get lots of the
ladies!"  We both cracked up, trying to keep quiet.

As our giggling slackened off, I put my hand on his shoulder and Tim took
one more step towards me.  His skin felt so warm and smooth under my
X-fueled fingers.  I reached out and rubbed the little fabric-covered
bulge.  As soon as my hand made contact, he yelped and let out a deep sigh,
high and breathy, like a girl.  I tried to pull his briefs down but they
hugged his body tight and refused to yield.

"Take 'em off, Timmy, I wanna see you, just like you're seeing me," I
whispered to him.

Tim glanced up into my eyes and flashed that goofy grin at me and then
peeled his underpants off fast, chuckling as he exposed his naked body to
me in a way that he'd never done before.

I had seen Timmy naked lots of times over the years but there had never
been a sexual context to it.  Now, it was like he was showing himself for
the very first time and he was feeling awkward and ashamed of his little
boy's body as he stared at mine -- developed, muscled, and hairy in all the
right places.

"Aw, damn, bro, you got a nice little wiener on ya, just like the rest of
you.  Perfect."  Timmy beamed at me and shifted his weight from foot to
foot.

"Now, see how I push back and forth in her, Tim?  That's basically the same
way you jack off, you just wrap your fist around your wiener and fuck it or
stroke it 'til it feels good."

Tim nodded at everything I said, like I was his teacher and he was
concentrating on learning an important lesson.

"Go on, try it out, dude," I rasped as I kept fucking my girl.  Tim's eyes
were glued to my ass and he kept moving his head like he was trying to see
more.

"Go ahead and look, bro, it's all cool.  Here, I'll show you."  As I
back-stroked I paused so Tim could see most of the length of my hard dick
before I slowly pushed back into Julie's cunt.  He positioned himself so he
could see perfectly, a clear view of my cock disappearing into her wet,
hairy pussy.  Tim's eyes were shining with the thrill of seeing sex up
close for the first time.  From being around a lot of kids through work I
knew that look well.

He made a few tentative moves at stroking his hard little dick but I could
tell he was still feeling guilt about what he was doing, besides being
totally inexperienced.  So I gave him a hand.

It wasn't even a conscious decision, I just automatically wanted to help my
little brother out in a new and confusing situation.

Timmy didn't mind in the least.  In fact, the second I grabbed his dick
between my thumb and 2 fingers and started sliding them up and down his
shaft he giggled and let out a low whistle.  His whole body relaxed and he
gave in to the pleasure I was sending crashing through his little body.

I started fucking Julie a little harder and faster as I jacked Timmy off.
I kept asking him how it felt, if he liked it, should I go faster or
slower, all sorts of questions that he could barely answer.  All he could
do was grunt and nod or shake his head.  He looked adorable and so
incredibly innocent.  His messy brown hair was getting damp from sweat and
his bangs were sticking to his forehead.

I took my hand off his dick and he gasped and shuddered from the lost
contact.  I coated my fingers with spit.  I wanted to make him feel as good
as I possibly could.

When I started stroking him again I could feel myself getting close to
busting inside my girl's pussy.  I told Tim that usually I would just shoot
my nut inside her but tonight I would pull out so he could see how a dick
shoots cum.  He nodded and gave a short, breathy giggle as I kept jacking
him off.

In less than a minute Timmy's face started getting a pained, straining
expression and I remember feeling stoked that he looked hot when he had an
orgasm.  I told him not to fight it, to let it just take him away.  He was
nearly stumbling from the tension in his body and he reached out and put
his hand on my ass to steady himself.

The feel of my little brother's hot, dry hand on my sweating, meaty ass
cheek felt great as I fucked Julie.  And I knew that the feel of the
muscles in my ass contracting and relaxing under Timmy's hand was getting
him closer to popping, too.  I could just tell.

Suddenly he buckled his knees and arched his little back and shoved into my
hand 4 or 5 times as his whole fragile body trembled from the sensation
sweeping through it.

The second he started recovering from his dry orgasm I could feel myself
ready to blow.  I pulled my cock out of Julie's cunt and arched back so Tim
could see very spurt.  A few quick strokes and I sent a rope of hot cum
about a foot and a half over the side of the bed and let the next ropes
splash all over Julie's tits and stomach and my bed.  It wasn't one of my
bigger, messier loads, but it was still a nice one for a demonstration.

Timmy was smiling and giggling, hunching up his shoulders and hopping
around like a little imp.  That first rope had almost splashed him.  I
started laughing with him and we had to shush each other up.

He scampered back to the bed and peered closely at the puddles of sperm
beginning to drip off Julie's tummy onto the sheets.  I swiped my fingers
through it and pretended like I was going to smear it across Tim's cheeks.
He jumped back fast, eyes aglow and grinning like a madman.  We both
laughed quietly and I told him to take his scrawny little ass back to his
own bedroom.

We high-fived each other and Timmy went back to his room.  That was that.

Over the next few days Timmy and I spent lots of time together, going to
the movies and going swimming, playing baseball and basketball, all the
usual stuff we always did together.  I felt closer to him than ever, and
from the way he was acting I knew he felt the same change, a physical bond
that hadn't been there before.  Just different but better.

About 2 weeks after that night in my bedroom I was getting ready to go to
sleep by jerking off like usual.  It must have been around 1 a.m.  I had my
radio playing quietly so I wasn't sure if I heard a soft rap at my door or
not.  I paused in my stroking and this time I heard a distinct knock at my
door.  I covered up fast and softly said, "Come in."

Timmy opened the door and slipped inside before he closed it gently behind
him.

"What's up, bro?" I asked him.

"I was wondering about something, Cal," he said, with a serious expression
on his face.  "Uhm, well, you know when you I came into your room a couple
weeks ago?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Well, I was wondering..."  He broke off and turned red.

"If I'd show you how again?"

"Yeah, well, sort of.  What I was really wondering was if I could, I mean,
well...maybe we could do it together, I don't know..."  It all came out in
a fast jumble of words and facial expressions.

"You wanna jack off with me??"  I could barely believe what I was hearing,
but I said it sort of like an offer.

Tim blushed even deeper and giggled as he looked at the ground.

"Hop in," I snickered, scooting over and patting my bed.

Timmy's eyes glittered as he beamed that cute smile at me.  He literally
leaped into my bed and leaned against the headboard exactly like I was
doing.

I was already stripped down to my boxers, so all I had to do was get out
from under the covers.  As I was doing that, Tim was pulling his PJs off in
a blur.  In seconds we were laying side-by-side, naked but for our
underwear.  We looked at each other for a moment, laughed, then yanked our
underpants off and threw them onto the floor.

Timmy was already hard, his little 10 year-old dick stiff and pressed
against his tummy.  I was hard, too, all 7 1/2 inches throbbing and ready
for some friction.  Tim's eyes were huge as he stared at my leaking dick.

"Wow!" he whispered, smiling and giggling away.  "You're really hairy!
What's that leaking out of your wiener?"

"It's called pre-cum, bro, it's what lubes you up so you can fuck or jack
off easier."  I hardly ever swore around my family, but I figured it would
do Timmy good to hear the way the rest of the world talks.

"How come I don't have any?" he asked quietly, already beginning to stroke
his little dick.

"You'll get it soon, dude, give it a year or two.  Little kids don't get
the good stuff until they start getting hair on their bodies.  Like this!"
I said as I grabbed my pubes and yanked on them, making us both crack up.

I was already stroking my dick, matching Timmy's rhythm so the experience
would feel more brotherly.

Timmy just snorted like it wasn't fair, then giggled again.  He made a
tentative move to grab my cock, so I moved my hand away and just lay there,
naked and ramrod hard, silently inviting Timmy to do me.

He glanced at me as if to ask permission to touch my dick and I just smiled
and told him to do whatever he wanted.  He cleared his throat and laughed,
then brushed my shaft with his hot little fingers before wrapping them
around my dick and jerking me off with a loose, slow stroke.

"Make your fist tighter and stroke faster, Tim."  I loved coaching him like
this and he seemed to like it, too.

His grip tightened and all of a sudden it felt like I was jacking myself
off.  His grip was just like mine!

"Damn, bro, you do that good!"  Timmy laughed and blushed, obviously proud
that he was making me feel good.

"How you like it? I asked him.

"It feels funny.  Your wiener feels hot in my hand.  It feels good!"  He
giggled and kept at it.

I reached over and cupped his little hairless nutsack in my hand before
starting to beat his stiff dick.  Timmy was writhing all around and making
little grunts and murmurs of pleasure as I jacked on his dick.

"You like that?" I asked him as we stroked each other.

"Mmmm hmmm," he burbled, eyes closed as I twiddled with his dick.

"You like my dick?" I asked.

"Yeah, Cal, it's huge!  Doesn't it hurt when you have sex with girls?  I
mean, doesn't it hurt them?"

"Nah, girls like big dicks.  The bigger the better!"  Actually, I had no
idea if bigger dicks felt better to girls or not.  I knew it felt better to
me.

I scooted closer to Tim and he did the same.  I threw my hairy leg over his
skinny hairless one as our shoulders made an electric contact.

"Feels good, huh?"  I was light-headed and almost laughing from how fun
this was.

"Oh, yeah..." was all he could get out.  "I think it's gonna happen soon,
Cal."

"Awesome, just let it go, Tim."

He slammed his head against the headboard at the same time as he arched his
back and stiffened his entire body under my relentless stroking grasp.
Teeth gritted, he lost his grip on my cock and his arms went flying over
his head as he bucked hard into my fist a bunch of times.

I was jerking myself off and I was close to spurting.  I grabbed his hand
and put it back on my cock as I told him to get ready for some fireworks.

He sat up fast, sliding his hand up and down my shiny shaft, going faster
and faster as I prompted him with instructions on how to do it now that I
was in the home stretch.

In no time, I was there.

"Here it comes, bro!" I gasped.

A little burst of nut popped out and coated Timmy's fist, and just as he
started to giggle the real orgasm started shooting.  His giggle turned into
a gasp as a thick bolt of jizz shot out and hit me in the face, then
another and another until my chest was soaked with sperm.  Tim had cum all
over his fist and forearm but it didn't seem to gross him out at all.

"It's warm," Tim stated with a smile of surprised delight.

When I was done shooting Timmy wiped his hand off on my sheet and climbed
out of bed to get dressed again.

"Thanks, Cal, that was fun," he said, smiling and scratching his nuts.

"No problem, bro.  Any time you wanna do it together, just say so.  I think
it's cool that you'd want to jack off with me.  Brothers should do it
together all the time, if you ask me."

He smiled and said, "I think so, too."  Then he left my room, telling me
thanks again as he closed the door behind him.

Things went on this way for the rest of the summer.  Timmy would give me a
sign (usually raised eyebrows and the international hand gesture for
jerking off) when he was telling the family good night whenever he wanted
to do it together.  Usually I would sneak into his room but he also paid my
room lots of secret visits.  A few times we even sneaked off somewhere
during the day, bust a quick nut, and then talked or goofed off wrestling
around or whatever afterwards.

I knew that Tim was fascinated by my big hairy prick and the fact that I
shot big loads.  I was fascinated with his reactions and the casual ease he
had with me around this most personal and private male activity.  I thought
it was super cool that I had a little brother who was completely
comfortable with sharing such a private thing with his older brother.
Yeah, that was it, I felt proud.  We both did, for our own reasons.

We never did anything other than jerk off together or jerk each other off.
No kissing, no fucking, no nothing.  It was just right, the way we had it
worked out.

At the end of the summer when I left for school, Tim cried his heart out
the night before I left.  He told me he was going to miss me and that
playing with his wiener by himself would only make him lonesome for me.  I
told him he'd forget all about me by next summer.  He swore he wouldn't and
asked if we could do it again next year.  I told him sure, that this was
how we could celebrate my coming home from school each summer.  That made
him feel better.

And we were as good as our word.  Every time I came home, Tim was sure to
be around the first night so we could jack off together.  It got so that I
was scientifically curious about how his body was developing over the
months while I was away at school.  Each time I saw him again he looked
more mature and developed.  His dick looked like mine did when I was 12,
13, 14 years old.  Hair started appearing on his body when he was almost 13
and he bust his first nut that same summer.  Boy, were we proud and was he
ever excited!

The summer he was 14 I asked him if he liked girls or guys.  He looked
shocked and told me in no uncertain terms that he liked GIRLS and that he
wasn't gay.  A look of horror came over his face and he asked me why I'd
asked him that.  I told him that lots of guys who get off with other guys
are queer, but not always.  I thought that he was scared that he might be
gay.

But it was ME he was concerned about.  He asked me if I was gay in a way
that told me his image of me would be ruined if I told him yes.  The fact
is, I'm not gay.  I like getting off with guys occasionally but I've never
fallen in love with a dude and it's pussy that gets me hardest.  I just
think it's OK to have sex with guys as a bonding experience.  I told Tim
that and he nodded and said that's what he thought, too.  So I asked him if
he was getting off with other boys but he said no.  Only with me.  I asked
him if he'd had sex with a girl yet, but he shook his head and rolled his
eyes, knowing that I knew how he felt about premarital sex.  Timmy was
still basically a good Mormon boy.

So that's the history.  Now to the story.

The summer that I drove those kids to Oregon was a hot one.  The drive
across California heading into Oregon felt like driving through hell,
especially when we hit Redding.  The old school van I had to drive had
air-conditioning but it sapped the car's thrust and so we decided not to
use it.  I have always preferred opened windows to air-conditioning anyway,
so it was no big deal to me.  But the boys were uncomfortable and cranky
for the first hour or so.  Eventually they got accustomed to the intense
heat and mellowed out.  I set the example by stripping off my shirt and
changing into a pair of old cotton shorts that gave my junk plenty of
breathing space.  I never wore underwear anymore, not since I had gotten
into the whole wilderness, natural thing with my camp work.  I told the
boys to take their underwear off so they'd stay cooler and they thought
that was hilarious.  But they did it.  They took turns changing in the
restroom at an old gas station we stopped at to fill up on fuel and snacks.

The drive was long but I made it fun.  We pulled off the highway a bunch of
times to check out some cool place or to explore some awesome natural spot.
We came to a little river deep in the middle of nowhere and we all took a
swim.  No one else was there so I set the tone and stripped naked before I
plunged in.  The kids were all speechless for a few seconds but then they
whooped in adolescent abandon, shucked off their shorts and jumped in,
bare-ass naked.  I wasn't really paying any attention to them other than
making sure nobody drowned, but I did notice that Tim hesitated for a few
moments before he stripped and jumped in.

I got to know the boys pretty well by the time we were on the road for
maybe 2 hours.  I have a good ability to draw kids out of themselves.  I
can't tell you how many boys I've had tell me things they say they've never
told anybody else.  That always makes me feel great.  Part of the reason I
work so successfully with kids is that I don't treat them like inferiors.
I'm also not at all afraid to break social taboos and indulge in a little
illegal activity with them if it's not too outrageous.  They appreciate
that and it ingratiates me with them.

When we were through swimming and back on the road we were all super hungry
and decided to stop at a Denny's for lunch.  The boys ordered just about
everything on the menu.  Fortunately, the school had given me a check to
cover expenses which was more than enough.  Plus I was flush from 3
excellent drug deals I had completed at my old frat house the week before.
Along with that, my dad had given me a couple hundred dollars for spending
money that morning before we left.  We were set financially.

Across the street from the Denny's was a liquor store and I wanted a cold
beer so we all went in and got what we wanted.  I came out with 5 six-packs
of beer and stored most of them in a cooler we had packed in the back of
the van.  The boys were surprised that I bought so much beer and asked me
if I was an alcoholic or something.  As we pulled back onto the highway I
just laughed and told them the beer was for all of us.  After a moment of
absolute silence while they took this in, they erupted into loud cheers and
giggles and scrambled to get the beers out of the cooler.  Once they had
their beers opened and began chugging them I had Tim open my backpack and
pull out my weed stash.

I asked if any of them smoked pot and at first they were afraid to speak up
in front of me and each other.  It quickly came out that only 4 of the 7
had gotten stoned before, so I told them that we were all going to get
baked.  And we did.

I love the sound of young guys getting progressively more stoned -- the
stupid comments, the incessant giggling and the 'profound' realizations,
especially from the newbies.  The weed and the beer really loosened them up
and in no time they were all talking and joking with each other and with
me.  Everything was "fag" this and "bitch" that, "pussy" and "lame-ass" and
"retard."  Ah, youth!

Kevin, the dirty-mouthed pretty boy, said that somebody's deodorant
obviously had failed cuz it stank like b.o. in the van.  The other guys
snickered about it and agreed that the smell of sweat was strong and
started teasing each other about who was or wasn't wearing deodorant.  They
were right; it smelled like a locker room, even with all the windows open.
I let it go on for a little while before I took one hand off the wheel,
raised my arm and gave my pit a theatrical sniff.

"Oops, guess I'm partly to blame, fellas!"  I laughed like a maniac.  The
boys got silent for a few seconds, thinking I would be offended by their
bringing the subject up and embarrassing me.

I checked the kids out in the rear-view mirror as they exchanged guilty
smiles and glances.

"Dudes, I never use fucking deodorant and you shouldn't either.  That shit
is for girls and pussies, man, and we've been trained to think our sweat is
a bad thing.  I think my sweat smells fucking awesome, like a real guy's!
I'm not ashamed to smell like a man."

That was all it took to plant the idea in their young minds that maybe the
smell of their sweat wasn't something to be embarrassed about, after all.
One by one, they started talking about how they hated having to use
deodorant and that they didn't really care if they offended people with the
smell of their sweat.

Peter, the punk kid, said that he didn't use deodorant either.  That seemed
to break the ice, cuz Joey (the skater) said that his mom was constantly on
him about how strong his sweat stank when he got home from skating all day
and that he only used deodorant if he absolutely had to or when he was
around girls.  The guys all nodded or murmured in understanding.  Anthony,
the Mexican kid, then added that he hated the perfumey smell of all
deodorants and colognes.  I encouraged them by telling them that they
SHOULD offend people's delicate, warped sensibilities, that that was their
job as teenagers.

They thought that was awesome and we all swore we weren't going to use
deodorant for the rest of the trip.  I thought that was the coolest thing
I'd ever heard.  I've always liked the smell of healthy sweat and
especially sweaty teenage guys so this announcement put me in a fucking
great mood.

By the time we got to Mt. Shasta it was already dusk.  I had taken a
leisurely pace with the driving and we stopped numerous times to rest or
explore or to take a piss or to eat.  None of the guys cared about how long
the trip was taking, in fact they mentioned several times that they were
having a blast and didn't really even want to go to Ashland.

Now, I knew we were expected in Ashland that day but I had the motel's
phone number and the room number of the teacher who was sponsoring the
trip, so I decided to just call and say we wouldn't be there until the next
day.  I asked the kids if they were cool with this plan and they all agreed
in unison.

We found a cheap little motel just outside of Shasta and booked 2 rooms.
Each room had 2 double beds, so if we shared beds it would work out just
right since there were eight of us.

The boys were acting cocky about the fact that 4 of them got to share a
room without having an adult with them.  The other guys didn't mind in the
least that I'd be one of their room mates, in fact there was a moment when
they were all telling me which room I had to sleep in.  In the end we all
decided that me and Tim would share a bed with Joey and Peter sharing the
other bed in our room.  Peter and Joey seemed to get along well, probably
because they both identified as 'alternative' kids.

That left Kevin, Davie, Zack and Anthony to share the other room.

Once we settled in and claimed our beds we decided to go out for dinner to
a place we had seen while we searched for a motel.  The food was good and
fairly cheap and we were all feeling full and groggy by the time we
finished dessert.

It was only around 8 p.m. when we got back to the motel rooms.  All the
guys hung out in my room at first, laughing and channel-surfing and jumping
around on the beds.  I asked them if they wanted to party some before we
all hit the sack and of course they wanted to.  So we hauled out the beer
and I rolled 8 joints so we could each smoke our own.

I stripped off my wife-beater and lounged back on the bed.  The boys eyed
me briefly and then Joey said I had the right idea and stripped off
everything except his shorts.  The other guys did the same.  It felt nice
to relax and feel the soft warm breeze coming in through the opened window
cool our hot, sticky bodies.

Predictably, the noise level got loud and raucous as the kids filled up on
beer and smoked their joints, then quieted down to a low roar as they
mellowed out.  Around 9:30 I told the kids that it was time to settle down
for the night and the four boys got ready to leave for their room next
door.  I threatened them with a good butt-kicking if they made too much
noise or stayed up too late.  They laughed and Anthony jokingly told me to
fuck off.  For a split second they all got quiet, thinking I was going to
get angry about his disrespect.  I just laughed and called him a little
wetback motherfucker and that broke them all up into fits of braying
adolescent laughter.  These kids just fucking loved me!

As they were just about to leave I told them to check out channel 14 on the
TV when they got into their room.  The boys all looked at me quizzically
but I wouldn't tell them anything else, just to check it out.  After they
left, Tim asked me what I had meant and I told him and the other 2 boys to
turn the TV on and see for themselves.

When I checked us in I also paid for the pay-TV channels for both rooms.
Channel 14 was the porn channel.  I figured they'd get a kick out of that
and it would cement my connection with them even stronger than before.

Tim had been looking at me funny all day and I guessed he was feeling some
misgivings about how liberal I was being with his schoolmates.  At first he
had refused the beer and weed during the drive, but his buddies eventually
talked him into trying it and joining what they called their "adventure."

The pot made Tim dreamier than was usual for him and the beer made him
loud.  All-in-all, I was happy with how loosened-up he got.  Now as we
began settling in for the night and stared at the hot sex on the
television, the 3 boys asked if they could have some more beer.  Since I
was there to keep an eye on them I figured it was fine, so I went out to
the van and brought back the last six-pack, being careful not to make much
noise so the other room of boys wouldn't want some, too.

I was OK with letting the kids get wasted if I was with them, but leaving
them unsupervised at all wasn't wise, I knew.  I paused at the door next to
our room and listened for a few moments to make sure everybody was OK.  All
I could hear was the sounds of sex coming from the TV and an occasional
burst of braying laughter.  I figured they'd all be jerking off soon and
then they'd go to sleep.

When I got back to our room, Peter tore his hand away from rubbing his dick
through his shorts and Joey was sprawled on his stomach facing the foot of
the bed.  Both boys seemed to be hypnotized by the porn.  Tim was nowhere
to be seen and the boys told me he was taking a shower.

"Don't let me interrupt you fellas from whatever you were doing," I said,
smirking at Peter.  Our eyes locked for an instant and he grinned broadly
at me, his pimply face blushing a reddish-pink.

I opened the bathroom door and closed it behind me, asking Tim how he was
doing.  He said he was fine and started humming a tune as I took a piss.  I
was anxious to spend some one-on-one time with Timmy so I figured I'd jump
in for a quick rinse-off with him.

When I opened the shower door I got a great view of Tim.  He was 15 now and
he looked it.  His skin was still milky pale but there was dark hair under
his arms and running down his legs from his crotch.  His nipples still had
that little red strawberry thing going on and I wondered if they were as
sensitive as mine.  Tim was rubbing his chest with one hand while he
squeezed his balls with the other.  He laughed and pulled his hand away cuz
I startled him, but I just smiled and shook my head, silently telling him
not to be embarrassed and to continue with what he was doing.

As soon as I had the shower door closed I started stoking my own dick,
eager and ready to bust a nut after the long, tiring day.  Tim watched me
while I worked up a nice steady rhythm and when I was completely hard he
reached out and grabbed my cock in his fist.  He was being bolder than I
had ever known him to be.

I leaned against the shower wall and pushed my hips out, letting him jack
me off a bit before I began returning the favor.  Timmy had a nice dick on
him by now -- no more hairless little 3-incher!  Now he was sporting a good
6 or 7 inches of thick cock, with a nice set of low-hanging balls
surrounded by a thatch of pubes that made my dick throb even harder.  The
touch of his hand was getting me close to shooting but I wanted to save it
up for a while.

Tim stood close to me as we jerked each other's dicks and leaned his
forehead against mine.  He was almost as tall as me now.  How fast he'd
grown!  He placed his dick under mine and then grabbed and stroked them
both together.  I placed one hand on his shoulder and stroked his upper arm
while I placed my other hand on his hip, running it behind him so I could
brush his ass cheek with my fingers.  He grinned at me and closed his eyes
as he purred with contentment.

"They love you," he said softly.

"I love them.  They're cool kids."

"I love you," he added.

"I love you, too, my beautiful little brother."

When it felt like I was getting close I told him that was enough for now
and got out of the shower.  He looked at me blankly, wondering, I suppose,
why I hadn't let him get me off.  I just smiled at him and toweled off as
he continued letting the shower cascade over him.

"Don't cum," I told him as I picked up my shorts, opened the bathroom door,
and walked back into the room.  It was dark except for the light from the
TV.  A girl with huge tits was getting fucked doggy style by a dude while
another guy fed the bitch his dick.  I could still hear the TV blaring in
the room next door, too.  I cracked up from the sight that presented itself
cuz it looked so cozy and funny.

Both boys were out like lights.  Peter's shorts were bunched up around his
knees.  His long, skinny arm hung over the side of the bed and a beer
bottle lay on its side on the carpet just out of reach of his fingers.
Beer had poured onto the carpet and I could smell the rich, sour malt.  The
light from the TV flickered over his body and something glistened on his
chest and stomach as the light kept changing.  I walked over to the bed and
saw that Peter had pumped out a fucking awesome load before he passed out.
A big wet stripe ran from his shoulder to mid-stomach and there were a few
smaller puddles of cum liquifying and running off his tummy onto the sheet
beneath him.

Since Tim was still in the bathroom showering I dipped my finger in Peter's
jizz and licked it, just to see if it tasted different from mine.  His
tasted sweeter and stronger, probably the result of eating lots of sugars
and raging adolescent hormones.  The smell of his sharp, oniony armpit
wafted into my nostrils, so I bent down to get a closer whiff.  His sweat
smelled nearly as strong as mine!  My dick was getting hard fast.

Joey looked even more adorable and out of it.  His shorts were still on but
he had apparently pushed the front of the shorts down far enough to free
his junk, while the back of the shorts were down just low enough to show
about half his butt crack.  His arms were spread out like wings on either
side of his body and he was snoring softly.  I knew he had fucked his
pillow because it was still under him.  I could see a huge wet mark on the
white pillowcase and sperm was still dripping down it.  I snickered like
hell because I knew housekeeping would have to deal with the stains, then
wondered what they'd find in the room next door.

I heard the shower turn off so I knew Timmy was about ready to come to bed.
Before he came into the room I sat down on the bed beside Joey and hovered
my face over his butt crack for a moment or two.  I could smell the musky
aroma of boy ass but I wanted to know what he smelled like at the source,
so to speak.  I pushed his shorts down further and nosed my way to his
asshole.  Joey smelled a little funky, ripe and earthy.  I had to laugh at
these kids, they were such stinky little puppies.

I slapped his ass hard enough to rouse him and then pulled on Peter's
armpit hairs, waking him up enough to get them both under the sheet.  Joey
blearily looked at his sopping pillow, muttered "fuck" under his breath,
turned it over, repositioned himself so he was facing the right direction,
and flopped his head down.  He was snoring quietly again before Peter was
even under the sheet.

A few seconds later Tim came into the room, hair wet and slicked back, and
silently climbed into bed.  I asked him if he wanted the TV on and he said
to leave it on for a bit.  I got onto the bed next to him and sighed as I
started playing with myself.  Timmy was half-hard and when he saw me start
in his dick jerked to life and was super hard in seconds.  We jacked
ourselves off for a few minutes, pausing every once in a while to look at
each other's handiwork and technique.

I wanted to make him cum so I reached over and batted his hand away and
felt his heartbeat throb through his cock into my hand.  He moaned and
leaned against me, then took my dripping dick in his fist, swirling the
pre-cum all around the head before stroking my shaft like a pro.  I noticed
that he kept sneaking little nervous peeks at the other bed, checking to
make sure Peter and Joey were unconscious.

What with the porn and the situation, we both shot our loads pretty fast.
Timmy could cum hard now and there was a string of his nut hanging from his
chin besides the globs that spattered the sheet and me.  My own jizz was in
my hair and all over my face and chest.  I lapped my fist and got a big wad
of Tim's cum on my tongue, then stuck it out so he could see it.  We both
giggled like little kids and he told me I was nasty before I wiped my face
off on a corner of the sheet.  We switched the TV off and closed our eyes.
I wrapped my arm around Tim's shoulder and pulled him into my side where he
curled up and fell fast asleep.  I followed him into slumberland a few
moments later.

I woke up around 3 a.m. because I had to take a major piss.  Afterwards, I
decided to smoke a cigarette, so I quietly got one out and opened the front
door just enough to let me slip outside.  There wasn't a soul in sight so I
didn't worry about being naked.  It was warm and balmy, probably around 68
degrees.  It felt nice outside and I enjoyed smoking in peace.

I heard the door open behind me and turned to see Peter come outside with
his own cigarette, already lit.

"What's up, dude," I said to him as he squinted and rubbed his eyes.

He saw that I was naked and started to laugh quietly.

"No big deal, bro, there's nobody to see, anyway."

"True," was all he said.  After a moment he shoved his shorts down and
flung them over his shoulder as he sat down across from me.

"Now you're talkin'," I said, smiling and nodding at him.  I could see the
dried cum on his chest and shoulder.  I wondered if he even knew it was
there.  "Feels good to be naked outside, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, it does," he said softly, sucking a chestful of smoke into his lungs
before blowing it back out in a thick, blue-gray stream.

"Lots of new things.  Lots of new experiences," he continued, almost as if
to himself.

I just turned my head to look at him, laughing softly and nodding.  The
sight of all that dried cum on him was getting my dick halfway to a
hard-on.

"Thanks, Cal, you're a cool guy," Peter said, very sincerely and very
quietly.  "Tim's lucky he got you for a brother.  For serious, I won't ever
forget this trip.  This has been awesome."

"Well, thanks, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself."

I could feel Peter staring at me, and after a pause he said, "Nice tattoos,
man."

I just laughed again and said, "Thanks, bro."

I stubbed out my cigarette, rose and gave his broad, bony shoulder a
squeeze and headed back to our door.

"You gonna come?" I whispered.

He looked up at me like he thought I was making a joke, but when he
realized I wasn't he laughed and stood up.

"You gonna come IN?"  I snickered at his mistake.

He walked towards the door, big dick swinging over low-hanging nuts, pubes
like a smoky shadow, his body gangly and awkward looking.  I let him go
inside first, catching a breath of his powerful body odor as he passed me,
then closed the door behind us.

As I walked in darkness towards my bed I brushed against him as he moved
towards his.  My dick grazed his thigh and we both giggled as we climbed
into our beds.

When I opened my eyes next it was almost 11 a.m.  Swearing like a drill
sergeant, I rolled back over and pretended like I could go back to sleep.
We should have been on the road at least 2 hours ago.  Finally, realizing I
had my work cut out trying to rouse the boys, I threw myself out of bed and
started belting out orders.  The boys growled and tried burrowing deeper
into their beds but I pulled the sheets off them and that got them moving.
While they were dragging their butts out of bed I barked at them to forget
about taking showers cuz we were late and to get dressed and get their shit
together.  I could hear them groan as I walked out the door and went to the
next room.

When I opened the door I got a full dose of that locker room smell again.
I wondered what exactly these kids had gotten up to while they watched the
porn channel last night.  The floor was littered with crumpled wads of
facial tissues, at least a dozen of them.  I wondered which one of them
shot the hardest and furthest.  In any event, they were now all sleeping
peacefully under their sheets, until I let the light in and began issuing
loud orders.  Again, it took me whisking the sheets off their bodies before
I could get them moving.  I was not at all surprised to see that all 4 boys
were naked under the sheets.

Zack and Anthony were in one bed, Davie and Kevin in the other.  I noticed
that Anthony had his leg thrown over Zack's.  They looked tender as hell
and I had to smile.  Davie and Kevin were nearly spooning but you could see
it was accidental from the way their bodies were positioned.  Still, it
looked intimate and my shorts tented a little bit.  Young guys getting it
on with each other, innocent of anything but the need for sexual
gratification, always gets me aroused cuz it's so fucking cool and
powerful.

I tossed them their stinky t-shirts and shorts and told them to hurry up
and get dressed because we were leaving in 10 minutes or less.  As I left
their room, they too began to grouse about being woken and I yelled back at
them to get their asses in gear and to forget about showers.

True to my word, I had the engine revving in 8 minutes, and the boys
started stumbling out of the rooms, each with a backpack or duffel bag
slung over his shoulder.  We got everything stowed away and they climbed
in, cranky and silent and maybe even a little hung-over.

I pulled onto the main road and we drove in silence for a few minutes until
I spotted a diner and pulled in to the parking lot.

"All right, guys, breakfast!"  We straggled into the diner and after eating
we all felt more human and social.  The kids were all ready to hit the road
but I lingered over my cup of coffee and scanned the newspaper I had picked
up on the way in.

"I thought we needed to hurry," Davie said.

"We do.  But I usually have to take a shit about 15 minutes after I eat
breakfast, so we're gonna hold up here for about a half an hour in case
anybody else has to go.  There isn't much between here and Ashland," I told
them.

We all went back to the van and those of us who smoked lit up our
after-breakfast cigarettes.  That would have been Peter, Anthony, Joey
(after he bummed a smoke from Peter), and myself.

Sure enough, like clockwork, as soon as I finished my cigarette I could
feel my guts squeeze and I knew I needed to take a dump.  I headed back to
the diner's restroom and told the kids to stay put.

As I was finishing up taking a very satisfying dump I heard the restroom
door open and saw 2 pairs of big, sport-shoed feet walk to the other stall.
One pair went into the cubicle and closed the door as the other pair turned
and moved around, then stopped across from the door to my stall.  I
recognized the hairy ankles and brown skin as Anthony, the Mexican kid.

Anthony was 15 but still in 9th grade.  He had been held back a year when
he was in 3rd grade because his English wasn't very good and he was lagging
badly in most subjects.  But he was a smart kid and now his English was
perfect.  If any of the boys were gay, I figured Anthony or Zack would be
the ones.  Anthony acted masculine enough but there was something about the
way he looked at me and how he treated his friends that made me think he
might be queer.  It didn't matter in the least to me, but I thought he was
a cool kid and pretty good-looking.  He had a wispy black mustache that
made him look older than 15 and I figured it probably increased his social
dominance at school.  When I had thrown the sheets off him earlier that
morning I noticed that his body was completely smooth except for his
armpits and hairy calves.  I also saw that he had a fairly thick forest of
black pubic hair that spread out over his crotch and that he was
uncircumsized.  It looked sexy on him.  I bet he had no problem getting
laid.

While he was definitely on the short side, his lack of height was
compensated by a body that was bulkier and stronger-looking than any of the
other boys.  Anthony lifted weights regularly and played on several teams
at school.

I glanced over at the feet crammed into bulky black and silver sport shoes
sitting next to me and saw them shift a bit as grunts and straining breath
filled the little room.  Splashes and the stink of fresh shit soon followed
and I wondered whose feet were beside me.

I wiped my ass and pulled my shorts up, then opened the stall door and
stood facing Anthony who was waiting for me to vacate the stall.  He smiled
and pushed past me as I moved to the sink.  Before I was through washing my
hands I heard the sound of farts exploding loud and wet followed by what
sounded like thick stew being poured into the toilet bowl.  Then he
laughed.  Then the kid in the next stall laughed, too.

I dried my hands and loudly said that I'd be waiting with the others in the
van.  Kevin's voice called back, "OK," and I finally knew whom those big
mystery feet belonged to.

We were back on the road by 12:30 or so.  Everybody was much more awake now
and the conversation started revolving around the porn we had watched the
previous night.  The boys from the other room had to give a blow-by-blow
description of everything they'd seen, even though the boys from my room
kept telling them already knew because they had been watching the same
thing.

Tim mentioned to the group that my girlfriend Sherry was hot and really
nice.  The boys hooted and teased Tim and me about Tim having a crush on my
girl.  I'd known that Tim was attracted to Sherry since the first time he
met her when he was 13.  She was a hot chick and I thought it was sweet
that Tim was smitten with her.  Sherry thought it was cute, too.

Joey asked me if we fucked a lot and if she swallowed, followed by a nasty
round of snickers from the other boys.  It felt a little belligerent and I
accepted the challenge happily.  I loved talking about sex with other guys,
especially teenagers; always had.

"Dudes, I get more pussy than I know what to do with.  And, for your
information, hell yes, she swallows.  She loves my nut, she can't fuckin'
get enough of it!"  I was laughing right along with them.

In the rear-view mirror I could see their fresh faces flush as their eyes
lit up with nasty excitement.  I knew from past experience how horny boys
get when they finally get a chance to pump an older dude for info on sex
and girls.  I knew where this was going to go before they did.

Almost as if he were prompting them, Tim asked me how old I was the first
time I had sex.  I knew he already knew the answer to this question, so I
guessed that he wanted me to tell the other kids in order to impress them
or to get them talking openly about sex.  I couldn't quite figure out what
he was up to.  Regardless, without hesitating I told them I had been 13
when I fucked my first pussy, a girl 2 years older than me.  I had been
drunk off my ass and she had basically raped me at a party, but it wasn't
something that had freaked me out or anything like that.  In fact, I had
thanked her the next day.  The boys all laughed and seemed to understand
that.

Then I surprised them.

"So, yeah, first time with a girl, 13.  First time ever, 11."  The van got
silent as the boys tried to figure out what I was saying.

Kevin caught on first.

"The first time you ever fucked was with a dude?!?!" he asked, his voice
rising an octave or more.

"Yep.  At least, the first time I ever got off.  We didn't actually fuck,
we just jerked off and I let him blow me."

Much shifting of positions from the back seats.  Clearing of throats and
lots of looking out the windows, suddenly.

"Don't tell me none of you guys have ever jerked off with a buddy before,"
I said incredulously.  From past experience with kids, I knew that the law
of averages said that at least 1 or 2 of them must have goofed off with
other boys before.

Again, hems and haws but not much else.

Kevin broke the uncomfortable pause by sighing loudly and sucking his teeth
as he tossed his blond bangs out of his eyes.

"Shit, I've beat off with my cousins lots of times."

"Dude, me and Theo compared dicks last year and we jerk off together when
he spends the night, sometimes," Joey said to Kevin, a little nervously I
thought.  I knew we were on slippery ground and so did Joey.  I didn't know
who Theo was but I guessed he was probably some other skate punk.

Peter was starting to bust up and Davie punched him in the shoulder, also
laughing.  One by one, they all got the giggles and had to punch and shove
each other around for a little bit before I could get the conversation
going again.  I knew this routine well.  The boys, after admitting
something vaguely scandalous to themselves, now had to engage in some rough
housing in order to prove they weren't gay.

Once they settled down, they asked me a bunch of questions about fucking
girls again.  At least I had gotten a couple of them to admit to messing
around with other dudes.  That was a cool start and I knew I could pick up
the thread by talking about girls, so I went for it.

They asked me what position girls liked getting fucked in best, did I ever
eat out a pussy, what did it taste like, did I ever do it with more than
one girl at the same time, did I ever see lesbians have sex, all the usual
stuff.  Finally I told them I felt like I was at a press conference cuz
they were bombarding me with so many questions.  We all laughed and got
even more relaxed with each other.

I thought now would be the perfect time to smoke out so I asked Peter if he
would grab my backpack and find my weed and pipe and fill it for us.  He
blushed and looked proud and a little bit haughty as he fished around in my
pack.  The other boys smiled at him and watched his every move as he found
the weed and then the pipe.  Tim was watching from the passenger seat up
front.

"That's too full, Cal never fills it that full," he told Peter, sounding
like he was my handler or my press agent.  Everything was 'Cal likes it
when...' or 'don't do it like that, Cal doesn't...'  It was adorable.  I
reached over and got him in a headlock and told him not to be so fucking
bossy.  We were laughing and having a great time, just goofing around like
usual.

"Now the back of my neck's gonna stink like your pit," he said, giggling
like he was a little kid again.

Once Peter passed the pipe around the sound of all those young lungs
filling and exhaling the powerful weed smoke filled my ears.  It's a sound
I have always loved, young guys getting stoned on a road trip.  It's always
reminded me of some of the best adventures I had when I was their age.

I told them about fucking a girl in the back of the bus during a football
game when I was in high school, including lots of details and effects, like
the squishing sound her pussy made while I fucked her.  The boys were going
wild, savoring every detail and asking lots of dirty questions.  Raging
hormones were flying thick and fast and I could even smell their randiness.

I gradually shifted the story line to beating off with buddies and they
didn't even notice the segue.  I told them about how all guys love their
dicks more than anything and that most guys are curious about other guys'
dicks.  They were all chattering and nodding, agreeing with everything I
was saying.  I felt like Hitler addressing a group of Hitler Youth - my
audience was captivated and I could make them do anything!

"OK, fellas, so here's how ol' Cal sees it and how he lives his life.  I
like pussy best and I love my girl, but I'll also get it on with a dude if
I feel like it.  The way I see it, messing around with a guy is like the
most intense bonding experience you can have with a buddy.  There's nothing
faggy about it, in fact it's the most fucking masculine thing you could
ever do.  It's a fucking celebration between 2 guys of being men and
expressing it by helping get each other off.  It's like you'd do anything
for your brother, because you love him and admire him.  You know what I'm
saying?"

I was looking in to the rear view mirror while I talked, most of the time.
I could see their brains taking in what I was saying, thinking about what
they had done or might have done or wanted to do, in a way they hadn't
thought of it before.  Some of them were slack-jawed, some were nodding,
some were silent but watching my eyes in the mirror.

Tim was just staring out the windshield, hugging one leg he had hiked up
onto the seat.

I purposely went right back into talking about fucking girls and their eyes
gradually unglazed and took on that wild, hormone-fueled gleam again.

Peter wisely packed another bowl on his own initiative and I made sure to
applaud his instincts.  He beamed at me and the boys grinned at him like he
was a favorite of their new grown-up friend who didn't treat them like
ignorant little kids.

Kevin started talking about a girl at their school that he had almost
fucked but ended up just getting a hand-job from.  The guys were impressed
and spent the next half-hour regaling each other with the extent of their
exploits, which were still expectedly limited.

By now I had popped a major boner and I figured all the guys must be in a
similar state of arousal.  So I drove for another 5 minutes through the
beautiful countryside until I found a good pull off spot.  The boys asked
me what was going on but I didn't answer them.  As soon as I turned the
ignition off I turned around in my seat and grinned evilly at them.

"I'm horny as fuck and I've got a major fucking boner from all the shit you
guys have been telling each other.  I need to jack off bad and I'm just
about to start, so if anyone wants to fucking join me in a good, hot,
manly, jack off session, now's your chance, saps!  And don't pretend you
aren't all as horny as I am, you're fucking 10 years younger than me!"  I
ended with a hearty laugh and they all broke into grins and giggles,
blushing furiously, but then gradually it became rounds of hi-fives and
whoops of rebellious horniness.

Sitting sideways in my seat, I half stood up so I could pull my thin cotton
shorts down my hairy thighs until I could sit back down and yank them off
my bare feet, dirty with the grime of the last two days.  I hardly ever
wore shoes, accustomed to the ease and feel of being able to work and drive
without them.  I was already bare-chested, so I got naked in about 5
seconds.

The boys were all watching me, unwilling to be the first to make the move
to get their dicks out.  I was wondering whether or not they'd strip like
me, or if they'd just haul out their schlongs through their shorts.

"Well, c'mon boys, I wanna get started!" I chuckled at them as they
continued staring.  The expressions on their faces were beautiful, full of
fearful fun and mischief and excitement, but mostly awe at seeing a
grown-up guy's big, hard, hairy dick.  I could see their sweaty hands
working and tugging at their crotches, so I knew they were already primed.

Peter was the first to take the plunge.  He was wearing a sleeveless
t-shirt and cut-off denim shorts besides white socks and big, mean-looking
black boots.  He began by whipping off his t-shirt and tossing it to the
floor of the van, then unbuttoning and unzipping his ratty cut-offs and
shimmying out of them, pulling them over his big boots.  As he started
unlacing them to get them off, Zack pulled his t-shirt off and then pulled
his shorts down to his knees as he kicked off his over-sized sport shoes.

Kevin and Davie followed quickly by kicking their shoes off and then
lifting their butts off the seats so they could grab their shorts and get
them off.  Once that was accomplished, they peeled their sweaty tank tops
off.

Like me, Anthony and Joey couldn't decide what to look at first and finally
settled with getting out of their clothes as quickly as possible, then
kicking their shoes off like the others.  I had to laugh at them all as
they got undressed.  It looked comical to see these kids scrambling as fast
as they could to get naked and bust a nut, all of them using the same
method for removing their shoes: rather than taking the time to untie them,
they just pried their shoes off with the laces still tied.

Tim was watching them and then looking at me, smiling like the fucking Mona
Lisa, inscrutable and mysterious.  I have to admit Timmy looked fucking
handsome, sitting there with his shorts tenting like the circus big top
before he lifted his arms and tried to struggle out of his t-shirt.  He got
tangled up in it when it was over his head, and we all laughed at him as I
helped him get it off.  His skin was hot and damp and the touch of it sent
an electric jolt through my nuts and pre-cum started dripping from my dick
head.  Once he had his shirt off he shoved his shorts down and yanked his
shoes off.

Now all of us were ready to go, naked and primed, stoned and happy and
free.  Zack laughingly said he felt out of place because he still had his
shorts bunched up around his knees and Peter told him to just fucking take
them off.  The boys all giggled and Zack blushed as he pushed his shorts
down his calves with his feet and kicked them off.

"All right, now we're talking.  OK, last one to nut has to suck my dick
tonight!"  We all laughed at my stupid dare, knowing full well the dare was
hollow.

"I can cum in seconds, dudes," Kevin boasted.  He started flogging his 6+"
dick like he was going to tear it off.  There was a nice thatch of golden
hair over his hard cock and his balls looked bright pink under a light
dusting of golden hair.  I could see hair on his perineum, too, and darker
hair disappearing where I knew his asshole was.

"Whoa, there, horndog!  Go easy on him, you don't want to hurt him!" I
said, nodding at his stiff prick.  He chuckled and said he wasn't going to
be the one to suck my dick.  I told him to forget the bullshit dare and
just to enjoy the moment and not rush it.

The guys all got pretty quiet after that, intent on their stroking and
feeling stoned enough to let their eyes wander freely without having to
cover up the fact that they were eager to see what the other guys were
packing.  I spoke seriously and quietly, lulling them with my voice.

"Now this is friendship, dudes, this is fucking brotherhood.  This is
something you'll remember the rest of your lives, how we all felt so good
about each other and happy to be together that we jerked off as a group to
commemorate the bond between us all.  There's nothing faggoty about it,
nothing feminine or bizarre, just a bunch of guys doing what guys do so
fucking naturally, joining together like true buddies should.  All through
history guys have known this mystical bond.  It's only since we went
Judeo-Christian that we get told it's a bad thing, which is such bullshit."

The boys were all murmuring and saying "hell yeah," fuckin' right," shit
like that.  To get them moving, I grabbed my cock at the base and shoved my
hips out some, just to let them see how proud I was of my cock, the trophy
of my body.  They all stared at it and a few of them snickered and muttered
about that's how theirs was going to look soon.

Tim said what seemed too loud for the van's silence, "You've got a fucking
big dick, Cal."

"Hey, if you got it, flaunt it!"  Everybody laughed and then they took
turns showing off their dicks.

Peter and Anthony wagged their dicks at the same time and everybody told
them they had good ones.  Davie and Zack asked Anthony if it felt different
jerking off with an uncut dick.  He laughed and said he didn't know, cuz he
had never jerked off with anything else.  The boys seemed to be fascinated
with it.  Hard, I guessed that Anthony had a 5 1/2 - 6" cock with darker
balls and that thick, black, wiry bush.

Peter never did get his boots all the way off his big feet, he just unlaced
them and spread the flaps open so his feet could breathe.  He looked
fucking lean and mean, his mohawk pressed against the van's side window as
he braced himself against it.  His cock was as hard and nearly as big as
mine was, swollen and veiny, the purple helmet flaring at the edges and his
big floppy balls jumping up and down under his fist.  His pubes were pretty
thick for a teenager, a matted forest of tight, little wavy curls.

Davie made a sudden move to grab Joey's hard prick and Joey shrieked like a
girl.  Davie was only goofing though, and as soon as Joey yelped, all the
boys jeered and guffawed like good, true, teenagers.  Joey half-stood and
shook his hips back and forth, making his cock slap his hips, back and
forth, back and forth.  The guys thought it was hilarious.  He had a nice
one, curly brown hair surrounding a thick, meaty cock with plump, tight
balls.  The more he thwacked it back and forth, the harder it got.

"Fuck you guys, you only wish I'd let you jack me off!" he howled through
his laughter.

Zack was the smallest-dicked of the bunch, but it looked great on him.  He
kept fiddling with his balls, maybe more than he spent stroking his 5"
dick.  His pubes were still fairly sparse and the skin of his shaft looked
baby-tender.

Tim was looking mostly at me and but I wanted him to pay more attention to
what was going on behind us.  I knew how quick kids are and I didn't want
to have our secret become obvious to the others.  That would have freaked
them out, no doubt about it.  Almost as though he read my mind, Tim got up
and climbed into the back of the van along with the other boys.  Now I was
able to rest my legs on the passenger seat still warm from Tim's ass.  I
groaned and stroked and bucked my hips, putting on a show for the kids,
showing them how a real man takes care of his masturbatory needs.

All the boys had hair in their pits and the smells coming from them made me
even harder and hornier as I eyed them over.  I could clearly see dried cum
on all of them, Peter still with that wide stripe running from his shoulder
down to his chest.  All of them had dried jizz on them to a greater or
lesser extent and all of them must have noticed it.  But like good, randy
boys, they were oblivious to it, they just didn't care.  I thought that was
awesome.

The funny thing about teenage guys is that once you get them away from
their usual surroundings, especially if it's out in the wilderness, they
basically turn into little pigs.  They don't care much about how they smell
and get used to not bathing for days at a time.  And when it comes to
jerking off or fucking, they just shoot and zip up, cum still hanging from
their dicks as they stuff it back inside their pants.  I think it's sort of
a primal animal thing that most kids have.  Maybe that's part of why I like
the smell of their bodies, the smell of the male body in general.  Sweat,
unwashed feet, sperm, even ass, all those things prod hard at the animal
that lurks just below the surface in me.  I think maybe most guys know what
I'm talking about.

The longer we started going at it, the more we got into a group groove.  It
was awesome to see.  They were all in various stages of flushing, their
cheeks and upper chests, and I have to say they looked fucking hot as hell.
Remember, there were 7 guys in the back of that van, naked as jaybirds,
except for their stinky socks.  They were squeezed fairly close together,
so their shoulders and knees were pressed tight against each other.  That
alone made my prick pump out a fucking burst of precum that slicked me up
good.

I started talking about my girl's tits and how wet her pussy got when I
fingered her deep and strong, about how sweet my fingers smelled when I
took them out; how she knew how to swirl her tongue all around that
sensitive edge on my cock head until I'd cum all over her beautiful fucking
face and then make her wipe it off and eat my hot load off her fingers, all
sorts of shit like that.  Some of the boys were moaning softly, a few
gasped or hissed in their breath through clenched teeth as I talked.

The sharp, wet noise of spitting kept punctuating the slippery, slapping
sound of all those working fists, including mine.  Timmy was staring at my
dick most of the time and I could tell he wanted to grab it but knew
better.  We'd smile or wink at each other, knowing that we shared something
even cooler.  He let his gaze wander over the other boys, their whole
bodies, including their faces, but always coming back to their dicks.
Almost like he was looking at himself through these boys, or like they were
all beautiful art.  It was wild, it made me want to tackle him and jack him
off and then fuck his cute little ass.  I jacked harder and let out a
mighty moan ending with a laugh of joy.  The boys all sort of gasped as I
shocked them out of their private fantasies and then joined me in laughing
at the whole fucking joy of jacking off, especially with a group of
buddies.

I breathed in deep, filling my lungs with the powerful stink that filled
the already sweltering van.  It was a thick, soupy mix of fresh and stale
sweat, the stink of dirty, rank socks and the pissy smell of unwashed
dicks.  The added earthy aroma of male teenage assholes made a nice strong
support for the lighter smells that hovered above it, the co-mingling of 8
sets of aroused male lungs breathing heavily, all adding to the slightly
sour, earthy, acrid, cheesy, locker room aroma.  But there was an even
cooler addition, the smell of aroused adolescent hormones wafting from
their already funky crotches, the smell of sexual heat.  It was like a
fucking perfume.

"Smell that boys?  Breathe in deep and you'll never forget it.  That's the
smell of healthy guys taking care of themselves, the smell of a good
fucking jerk off and all guys know this smell well.  It's the smell of your
sex, the smell of the male animal.  It's what drives females crazy, it
makes their pussies wet, even though they may not know it."

The kids were going crazy.  I knew some of them were getting close to
busting their nut.

"I'm getting pretty damned close, how 'bout you fellas, anybody ready to
bust a big fuckin' nut with me?  Huh?  Anybody ready and man enough to pump
out a huge fuckin' load of hot cum all over the fucking van??"  I was
trying to amp them up.

Timmy surprised me by shouting out first that he was close to busting as he
started thrusting his hips back and forth hard enough to arch his hips off
the seat.  Peter was on his one side and Joey on the other.  Both the boys
turned their grinning, determined faces to look at Tim as he started making
those last few moans of his I knew so well before he shot his first wad.  I
hoped he'd get it all over Peter and Joey.

Timmy arched up so high he was bracing his hand against the top of the van
as he let loose with his first blast.  It shot out like a thin, white rope,
slammed and splattered against the back of my seat.  The next blasts Tim
aimed at his face, without letting on that that was what he was aiming at.
The first one went wide of the mark and landed on Joey's shoulder who
immediately recoiled with a look of horror on his face, but his eyes shot
back to Timmy's dick as it blasted out another jet that landed on Tim's
chest.  We all thought he was done but he jerked a few more strokes and a
bonus burst went scattering like buckshot all over Peter's upper arm.  It
was a total surprise that shocked all 3 boys and they dissolved in
hilarious laughter.  The boys behind them were all leaning forward to watch
the show and they were laughing breathlessly.  One by one, they started
coming forward as they got closer to shooting.

Anthony was picking up his speed a lot and in seconds he said, "Fuck, I'm
gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, ah, fuck...!" ending on a roar as he lurched
forward and shot a few nice spurts straight as arrows that splattered on
the boys in front and on their seat backs.

The boys were so amped that none of the kids who got splashed even batted
an eye.

Little Zack crawled forward and crouched as he played with his balls and
said, "Here goes!"  Like a little fountain, he shot his nut straight up
like water jets, 3 or 4 of them that crashed down on his fist and belly.
All the guys were making noise by now and whenever anybody came they
encouraged them on by saying nasty stuff.  You know the talk.

A couple of minutes later, Joey exploded and I guess he had vengeance on
his mind because he instinctively aimed his dick at Timmy, unleashing
rapid-fire bursts of nut all over Tim's thigh and stomach.  When he shot he
lifted one leg up onto the seat and I got a good, clear view of his
lightly-haired asshole, tight and pink and greasy-looking.  Joey obviously
enjoyed the idea of dumping his load all over my little brother, because as
it came shooting out he cackled nastily and leaned in close to Timmy,
asking him how he liked it.  He wasn't pissed off or anything, just crazed
by the heat of the moment.  The boys almost cheered in their delirium.  Me,
too.

Timmy pretended like he was going to gag but I could tell from the crazed
gleam in his eyes that he didn't really mind it at all.  In fact, I could
tell that he liked the feel of all that hot goo slamming into him and
dripping off his sides.

Each time another boy pumped out his load it added to the heady aroma of
sex inside the van.  That unmistakable bleachy reek of fresh young sperm
smothered the other smells for a few seconds as each new batch unloaded.

Davie barked out an unintelligible series of grunts as he milked his prick
hard and fast, sending a few good tracer bullets of nut towards the front
seats.  He gasped and sighed, holding on to the back seat for support as
his legs buckled from the intensity of his orgasm.  When he was through
shaking off the last drops of his cum from his shiny dick head he ran his
hand over his golden blond buzz cut and chuckled as he came back to Earth.

The boys watched each other intently as they were cumming, cheering their
buddies on to let it rip.  I was encouraging them, too, congratulating each
one as they popped on doing such a fucking great job.

The van was a symphony of moaning, grunting boys, the music of their husky,
braying voices mingling with the sloppy, wet sounds of juicy jerking-off,
like a sort of divine harmony.

5 down, 2 to go.  I wondered if I'd be able to hold back and offer my nut
up as the grand finale for the boys to visually savor.  Kevin and Peter
still had to shoot, and I knew they were just about ready to let it fly.
Their faces looked almost pained as they shifted into favorite positions,
straining forward so their loads could fly wild around the van.  I think
most of the boys were purposely trying to soak the back of my seat, and I
wondered if they secretly wanted to coat me with their pungent sperm.

I wondered which kid would blow next.  I kept up the hot talk, stroking
their egos and telling them they were doing great.  Peter was tripping me
out, cuz he came close to shooting several times but then would let his
cock go and get himself under control before he went back to pounding away
on his prick.  I wondered why he was holding back.  Maybe he remembered my
stupid dare and was trying to lose so he'd be 'forced' to suck my dick on
the off-chance that I hadn't been kidding.  Kids do strange things.

"I'm fucking close, dudes, better watch out cuz I shoot like a fucking
water cannon," I told them, my voice wobbly from the heavy jacking I was
doing.

Tim told the boys it was true, that I could put out my own eye if I wasn't
careful.  The boys whooped it up and were openly impressed by what Tim was
telling them.

"Here it comes, watch this," Kevin growled out, his voice raspy and
breathy.  Gritting his teeth until I thought they would crumble into dust,
he gasped and a thick spurt of white spooge shot out of his cock and
slopped onto the seats in front of him, and on the floor, too.  He
throttled his dick and sent more gobs flying, some even hitting the side
windows.  The image of that trail of sperm dripping down the glass almost
made me spurt, but I was able to hold back.

Now all eyes shifted back and forth between me and Peter, who seemed to
enjoy the audience.

"C'mon, Peter, you fuckin' punk, show us what you can do with that thing,"
I said to him.  "Peter, my first, the rock on which I shall build my
church," I whispered, wondering how many of them would get the reference.
Timmy, of course, got it at once and let out a surprised yelp of nasty
glee.  I knew he'd never think of the Bible in quite the same way again.

Peter started making a low rumble in his throat and it built in volume and
intensity as he got closer to shooting.  In seconds he was roaring and
spewing.  I was again impressed with the force of the volleys of cum Peter
was able to shoot.  He looked fucking hot as hell when he blew, eyes
squeezed tight shut with his nose dangerously close to being buried in his
rank pit.  I knew that the smell of his own sweat must be a turn-on for
him, cuz I do the same thing myself when I bust.

His cum splashed his face and the boys went wild.  Peter's eyes got huge as
another blast shot out and hit the back of his seat.  He swiped at his face
where his cum ran over his cheek and lips, smearing it more than clearing
it.

I couldn't stand it any longer.

"OK, boys, here's what you'll be doing in a few years," I muttered as I got
into position, leaning back against the driver's door, my legs resting on
the passenger seat, knees bent, dick aimed straight at my face.  With a few
final strokes I could feel the cum racing out of my balls and up through my
swollen shaft.

"Come on, Cal, do it, do it, DO IT!" the boys started chanting, and I let
loose.  A wave of furious lust knocked me senseless and I felt my cock
explode.  The first bullet flew over my head and out the window, followed
in quick succession by more ropes that plastered the top of my head, my
forehead, then my face and neck.  I was almost screaming as I shot and
somewhere in there my mouth took a couple of direct hits.  I hungrily
swallowed the precious, creamy stuff, smacking my lips and licking all
around them to get it all.

The kids were riveted by the sight.  A few made sickly sounds as they
watched me swallow my cum, but most of them were wild with horny
excitement.  Through my hormone-fueled delirium I heard Peter mutter, "Oh,
fuck yeah, dude, that's fucking awesome!" as I shot into my mouth.

When I was through draining my nuts I collapsed into my seat, soaked in
sweat and sperm.  The van stank like males, just fucking reeked.  I glanced
at the back seats and we all stared at each other before we broke into
hysterical laughter together.

A few of the kids grabbed their shorts and shirts, examining them carefully
for wet cum stains.  Not everybody escaped the rainstorm of adolescent
sperm and resigned themselves to letting their buddies cum dry on their
clothes.  By now, it was no big deal to any of us.

Peter was still hyped up about me shooting in my mouth.

"Dude, I bet you'd suck your own dick if you could, huh?"  He was grinning
and snickering like he thought it was nasty and wildly exciting at the same
time.

"You know it, bro.  If I could do that, I'd never leave the house again!"
All the boys cracked up, but Peter just chortled and nodded wildly, like he
knew exactly what I was saying.  I thought that was funny.  "You, too,
huh?"

He didn't answer, but I noticed his eyes dart to the side as he worried
about what the other kids would say if he confirmed my guess.

"Yeah, I thought so," I added, smiling at him knowingly.  He smiled back
and blushed, turning his pimply, scruffy face a bright pink to the top of
his scalp.  His mohawk looked amazing.

Us smokers lit up and the others just lounged or lazily pulled their shorts
back on.  I offered my t-shirt up as the sacrificial cum rag and by the
time it got to me it was soaked.  I tossed it on the floor at my side.  We
all decided to leave our shirts off until we came to a place to eat lunch.

I had Peter pack a couple more bowls as soon as we pulled back onto the
road and continued on towards Ashland.  We weren't very far away by now but
I wanted to have lunch before we arrived and I definitely wanted a nice pot
buzz before I had to deal with the drama teacher who was in charge of the
whole excursion.  About 20 kids and 5 chaperones were all booked into the
same motel not far from the theatres.

I knew the drama teacher from my days in high school and I didn't get along
with her very well.  She was very rules-oriented and I was always trying to
break them.  I thought she was unnecessarily uptight about what she'd let
the kids get up to.

We stopped at a pretty decent burger joint and gorged on classic American
roadside burgers and fries and shakes and got to Ashland around 2 hours
later.

Our rooms were decent and a little more spacious than where we had stayed
the night before.  We kept the same sleeping arrangements, since the
still-empty rooms accommodated us perfectly.  We were, of course, the last
to arrive - something I got an earful about but nothing too serious.

We all had to play it cool while we were there, which was for 3 days and 2
nights, cuz the walls were super thin and there was a chaperone in each
room so nobody could get away with anything, basically.  The other
chaperones were all at least 20 years older than me and most of the other
kids sort of gravitated to me.  They were all nice kids and I had a great
time.

Tim socialized well with the other kids and I didn't see too much of him
except during meals and at night in our room.  I was glad to see how well
he blended into the whole teen scene.  He seemed very happy and relaxed, if
a bit standoffish with me.

Peter, however, stuck by my side as often as he could manage it.  He tried
to swap his tickets so he could sit next to me during the shows, he sat by
me during meals, every time I looked at him he was already looking at me.
He asked me what music I listened to and when I told him mostly punk rock
it only cemented the bond he felt towards me even stronger.  Any time we
were alone for a few minutes he would start steering the talk to how horny
he was and how he needed to get off, asking me if I thought this-or-that
girl on the excursion was hot, would I try to fuck her if I was him, did I
think he had a chance to get with Suzie or Sally or Simone, etc.  On and on
it went.

Most of the girls seemed to think Peter was too weird or too wild for them
and they basically ignored him.  I couldn't understand this - if I had been
a chick his age, I would have been all over him.  I thought he was hot in a
half-ugly, brutish, punk rock sort of way.  These kids were all so fucking
middle-class and conventional.  The other kids noticed Peter's dog-like
devotion to me and started telling Peter he was acting like he owned me.  I
thought it was cute.  The kid had a crush on me, whether he knew it or not.

Honestly, I genuinely liked Peter.  He and I shared many interests and had
a similar outlook on society and the culture we grew up in.  I was into
maintaining our friendship and told him so.  He was happy and acted like a
little kid the rest of that day whenever I saw him.

I'm 6'1" and Peter was 6'2", so when we were standing together people
automatically assumed he was older than 16, and when he talked they were
even more convinced.  Peter had a deep, man's voice, not the reedy,
adenoidal voices of most of his peers.  His mohawk and the way he dressed
and the stuff he said when he talked gave it away to those used to being
around or working with kids, but to most people Peter looked and sounded
like a scary punk rock young adult, definitely over 18.

The second afternoon in Ashland I was fiending for a cold beer at lunch
time and I had noticed a nice, upscale little pub in the theatre center
area.  I made some lame excuse to the drama teacher about having to make
some personal phone calls for the next half-hour or so and she just nodded
and waved me away from the chattering mob of kids that surrounded her and
the other chaperones at that moment.

As I quickly walked away from the group and towards the pub about a block
away I heard someone come trotting up beside me.  I turned to see Peter,
grinning at me like a devil.

"Bet I know where you're going," he said as he started walking next to me.

"Bet you don't, punk," I answered back, laughing at his persistence.

"Huh.  You're gonna go smoke out, aren't you?"

"Nope.  Actually, I'm going to a bar to get myself a fucking cold beer."

"Oh," he said.  He walked along with me a few more feet, but it was like
all the life had drained out of him.  I stopped walking and looked at him.

"What?" I asked him.

"Huh?  Nothing.  I just thought I'd chill with you while you smoked out,
but I can't get into a bar," he said, a little bit crestfallen.

"Says who?" I asked him, smiling and wrapping my arm around his shoulder
for a second as I moved us in the right direction.

"It all depends on who you walk in with and how you act, dude, so just keep
your voice down and order with assurance."

 Peter just stared at me and we cracked up as we nearly jogged the rest of
the way to the pub.

Peter ordered a vodka screwdriver without the waitress batting an eye.  I
got 2 bottles of beer and chugged the first one fast before savoring the
second.  Peter was thrilled to be in a bar with a grown-up, drinking a real
bar drink that he had ordered himself.

We shot the shit for about 20 minutes and Peter kept up the sex talk,
pretty hardcore shit about fucking girls in the ass and all sorts of nasty
stuff.  He'd lean his big, homely-cute head down on his crossed arms and
lean into me, saying the nasty shit like he was telling me State secrets.

Peter had smallish, dark eyes with a sort of sad-sack, angular face.  Wispy
scruff grew over his lips and on his chin and cheeks.  He had mild acne,
but altogether I thought he was what I call a guy who's ugly in a hot way.
He just looked a little brutish and everyday working-class.

His dirty talk was starting to get me more and more aroused and I thought
about how easy it would be to get him to suck my dick.  Pretty damned easy,
was my bet.

I told him he was getting me hot and horny and he turned crimson to his
ears.  But he was obviously delighted that I was getting turned on by what
he was saying.  I looked at my watch and told him we had to hurry back to
the park where I knew we'd find at least some of the group.  We had been
instructed to stay together except during scheduled free time.

On the way back, Peter told me to watch and ran ahead and did a perfect
cartwheel, right there on the crowded sidewalk.  Tourists stared at him but
smiled at the grace and ease with which he executed the move.  I knew he
had a slight buzz going and that my companionship was making him giddy.
The cartwheel proved it.

We were scheduled to see a performance of one of Shakespeare's histories, I
forget which one exactly.  I think it was one of the parts of Henry IV, but
I'm not sure.

The performance was in the outdoor theatre and about 20 minutes into it I
realized I didn't want to waste the next 3 hours watching a play I never
really liked anyway.  I leaned over to Tim who was seated next to me and
told him I was going to go get stoned in the van and then probably head
back to the motel.  I offered to be there with the van when the show let
out to pick him up and take us back to the motel, even though it was within
easy walking-distance.  Timmy just shrugged and went back to watching the
play.

I got up and quickly exited my row, then maneuvered my way through the
theatre complex.  Once I was back out on the street I felt relaxed and in a
much lighter mood.  I wanted to smoke out bad, since I hadn't been able to
get high since we'd arrived in Ashland.  And I was just feeling agitated in
general, because I wanted to get back and see my girl who was due home that
day.

I walked to the van where we had parked it and climbed in, fishing my stash
and pipe out from under the driver's seat where I'd hidden it.  A few
strollers were out walking through Lithia Park but nobody was paying me any
attention.  I rolled up the windows so the smoke wouldn't be too obvious,
and fired up a bowl.

About 15 minutes later I had a nice buzz going and I drove back to the
motel.  The sudden change in attitude and noise levels lulled me into
falling asleep on my bed and I sank into a deep, relaxing dream state.