Date: Mon, 09 Feb 2004 13:18:35 -0600
From: rrayden@hotmail.com
Subject: Campfire Friends

Disclaimer: This is my story not yours.  I ask that it not be copied in any
way, shape, or form.  This story is only for those who are over the age of
18, and that are not offended by this type of material.  This is a work of
fiction.  As you read this story it is grammatical incorrect a lot.  It is
not because I am an illiterate idiot; it is because that is the way I
thought the story should read.

	Hi, my name is Vincent Alexander.  I have a tale to tell about my
high school graduation and senior trip.  First, I need to let you know a
few things about my past.

	When I was about five years old, I met my best friend.  His name
was Michael.  Everyone called him Mikey and me Vinny.  Mikey and I became
close friends very quick.  We would spend all day together in school and we
would go home and spend more time together.  He only lived a few houses
down from mine.  We were pretty much your average kids.

	We grew up together and we were always inseparable.  We both
enjoyed the same things and loved doing them together.  I remember one year
we spent almost every single day of the summer at the local pool.  At
first, we were always changing and then running to the pool.  Then running
home and showering and then meeting back up.  We got tired of that real
quick.  So, we decided that we should do all of that there.  We would bring
our bags change and shower at the pool.  This was the first time I ever saw
Mikey naked.  No big though.  I mean we were best friends.  It's not like I
am gay or anything.

	One year we went camping with my dad and his dad.  I remember this
well.  I remember it well because this was the first time I had ever gone
skinny-dipping.  We were about 12 I think.  We went to the campsite and
made a fire and made our tents.  I remember that tent.  It was a big tent,
the size of a house.  It had four bedrooms and I front room.  Our dads
slept in different areas of the tent, but Mikey and I slept in the same
compartment.  We woke up the next day and went fishing, and boy it was hot.
After fishing, Mikey and I got the idea to go swimming.  The only problem
was we did not bring along extra shorts.  After we talked to our dads, they
told us to go without clothes.  At first, it was somewhat disgusting, but
we got over that quick.  We both got naked right there.  The first time in
a long, time that I was naked in front of my dad.  Nonetheless we was naked
a running bare assed for the water.  We turned around and saw our dads
doing the same.  Hey whatever.  When I hit the water, it was great.  Being
in the bath was one thing, but being in the lake was great.  The water
rushing over me made me feel funny; a feeling I had never had before, it
was great.

	Other then those two incidents we lived a normal life for a while.
When we got into high school, Mike's dad left his mom for cheating on him.
He ended up moving to Chicago, and we lived in down state Illinois about
five hours away.  By the way, at this time, he became Mike and I was Vince
we grew up a little.  Back to the point, his mother ended up marrying the
guy.  Mike and I hated him.  Mike really hated him, who could blame him.
Well it was not until about a year later that I found out why Mike really
hated him. It turned out that this guy was a total loser and abused Mike
physically, mentally, and sexually.  Turns out his mother was always drunk
and did not care.  About a two months later Mike, my parents, and I went to
the police and had this guy arrested.  His mother was devastated, so much
that she kicked Mike out.  When Mike's dad came to pick him up, side note
they saw each other once a month before this, we had to talk to him.  See
Mike, my parents, and I decided that if his dad agreed we would let him
stay in our guest bedroom.  We told his dad that we did not want him
leaving because he had friends here and did not want to live in Chicago.
His dad was sad, but agreed.  He understood that Mike did not want to leave
ten years of friends and memories quite yet.

	So, Mike and I lived together for the rest of high school.  We had
our vicissitudes, but stayed friends the whole time.  We had our share of
girls, and we were not virgins anymore.  We had not been since we were in
ninth grade.

	When graduation came, we were so happy.  This is the single
greatest feeling of accomplishment a person of 18 can feel.  We worked 13
years for this one moment.  That one moment when our names were called.
The moment we would be free from the chains of school and our parents.  The
moment that an 18-year-old guy does not want to ever go away.  It had also
it us that we were done.  No more going to high school.  No more seeing the
people we saw everyday.  No more routine.

	We also had been planning a camping trip at the lake I mentioned
before.  Mike, his gal, my gal, and me.  We had been looking forward to
this for a long time.  The day came when we graduated.  The tears came, the
tears went, it was sad.  We were off to the lake the next day.  We brought
everything.  Even the big tent, I love the big tent.  It was huge.  We did
not need the big tent, though.  We did everything you would do on a camping
trip.  Cooked, built fires, fished, you name it we did it.  We did it too,
I know you are wonder, but that is not important.  Here is the important
part.  Turns out that our gals were bi and had screwed a few times.  Talk
about a hard-on.  Well Mike and I asked if we could watch them, they said
yes, oh did they say yes.  Then as they started going at it they stop with
their shirts off and pants on, damn it, and told us to get naked.  OK fine,
we were going be soon anyways.  Now Mike and I had not seen each other
since we were twelve.  We were about the same then and now.  About four
inches at twelve and eight at eighteen.  Again, no big deal I am not gay.
Then the twist, the girls said that they would remove their pants if and
only if we touched each other.  OK I have a dic and I have touched it, so
what is the big deal.  We reached over and we touched each other.  The
girls removed their pants.

These girls were not the run of the mill girls.  Mike and I were good
looking, but we were ugly compared to these girls.  Both of them were about
5 foot 6.  Big bouncy boobies.  Yes boobies.  They were completely shaven.
Every curve of their body precisely like an angel.  I would not have asked
for anything more.  They were the greatest girls in personality too they
were not stuck up.

Back to the good stuff.  We watched them make out and eat out, great time.
Then they looked us and told us we had to suck each other off.  Well now
that kind of crossed the line.  They told us though that if we did not do
it then they would not do it with us.  We were very hesitant, wouldn't you
be.  The girls were persistent, so we did it.  I took his slong into my
hand and then my mouth.  Not the best taste ever.  We went at it for about
three minutes when he blew his load, I almost got sick, but in a weird way
kind of liked it.  Then he did it back to me.  He did not seem to care too
much, but did not like it all the same.  So then, the girls told us we did
a good a job and they were going to reward us.  The reward was an orgy.
Never had one, but I guess it would be fun.  We first had an oral circle.
He got head from my girl, I got head from his girl, I ate out my girl, and
he ate out his girl.  This was fun all of us orgasmed at the same time.  At
this point, we all agreed that this was going to be a messy tent by the
time we were done.  Next, we had a fuck-a-thon.  Mike and I fucked his girl
in both holes while I ate my girl.  Again, we all climaxed at the same
time.  We switch around all night long, and I mean all night long.  You
would think one of us would have stopped, but no, we kept going.  I think I
came about, oh fifteen times.  We all enjoyed it and we did it for the rest
of the time we were there.  We were there for about a week.

From that day on our relationships changed.  Mike and I would never touch
each other unless there was a girl around.  WE ARE NOT GAY for the last
time.  Maybe a little bi, but not gay.  We ended up marrying our angels,
and had a lot of fun and still do to this day.  Mike and I live our wives
and love our friendship.  That camping trip brought us closer together and
to tell you the truth, we fuck every week, even if it is just three of us.
We still only live a couple of houses down, ah well we are next-door
neighbors.  Hope you enjoyed the tale I had to tell.  Until next bye.


Vincent Alexander


P.S. We had kids some boys and some girls.  They are all teens now, hey, we
are only in our thirties, but they have fun to.  I bet if you ask nice they
might tell you one of their stories.