Date: Mon, 13 Apr 2015 15:12:47 +0000 (UTC) From: Bob Smith Subject: Camping with Ace Part 1 I posted this a number of years ago and enjoyed re-reading it. I thought I would repost it to give folks another opportunity to read it. This was my first post in 1998. Like always, these are just stories and are not real. I love getting email. Keep them coming. ************************************************************************ Chapter 1 The boys couldn't wait for school to end. It was Friday in early June and the unusual spring weather was very hot and muggy for Minnesota. The camping trip up north was on the young teenagers minds. As the boys left school, the last of their plans for the weekend was still being made. By the time 5 o'clock rolled around, the four boys were already at Bob's house and were finishing loading the Jeep Cherokee. The Jeep was packed solid with food, clothes, and camping gear for a long four day weekend. The only space left was for the six passengers- two dad's and the four young men. "Let's get going, Dad,'" Bob said. "Load up guys." The boys filled the two back seats while Bob and Chris' dad got in the front of the jeep and backed out of the drive way. They were off. Three of the boys had been friends all their lives. They lived on the same block, went to the same school, and knew each other since they were in diapers. They were closer to each other then brothers. They shared everything. They had no secret they could not trust the others to keep. Bob was the oldest. He was 14, in the eighth grade, and very mature for his age. Over six feet tall, he towered over the other boys in junior high. He was the biggest kid in his class and had been since the first grade. He was tall and lanky and he was perpetually horny. Joe was 13 and lived across the street from Bob. He was shorter then Bob, but good looking enough so all the girls in the seventh grade thought him handsome. Joe was the risk taker in the group. A year ago, while exploring the Mississippi River bank, the boys came across a rope hanging from a big tree. You could tell it was a great rope to swing over the Mississippi. At the peak of the swing, there was a twenty foot drop into the river. Everyone said it looked dangerous, until Joe took the rope, swung over the great river, let go, and dropped into the water. For the rest of the summer, the rope swing was the regular hangout for the gang. Chris lived two houses up from Bob's home. He was the same age as Joe but dark skinned, reflecting his Mexican-American heritage. Although he was only 13, he had a distinctive mustache growing above his lip and dark side burns. Chris was the comic of the group. He saw a joke in everything. At school, his teachers hated having him in their class because he cut up so much, but because his grades were so good, they allowed him a lot of freedom. Ace was a new boy in the neighborhood. He was the youngest of the group having just turned into a twelve year old and this was his first trip up north with his new buddies. He was a small boy, but easy to talk to and Bob thought he would fit in well with the group. The boys knew Ace would have a good time camping but they also hoped he would fit into the more private activities of the group. The few times he had spent the night at one of the boy's home he came across as shy. He even wore pajamas to bed while the other boys worn their underwear. But Bob had noticed, on one overnight, that Ace had woken up with morning wood that was as big as any of the other boys. He also thought he had heard funny noises coming from Ace's sleeping bag that night. Noises he thought he could identify but that Ace was too shy to talk about it. Bob felt that Ace would have a good time up north. Ace had jumped at the invitation. This trip would also decide if Ace was a good buddy, like Chris and Joe, or just another kid in the neighborhood. The boys settled into their seats and, like a chorus line, they reached into their packs, brought out their iPods and plugged the buds into their ears. There was no way they were going to listen to the "oldies, but goodies" station the adults liked. In addition to listening to the iPods, each of the boys found something else to keep him occupied. They knew it was going to be a long trip and they were prepared to fight off boredom. Bob and Ace shared a hand held video game while Joe and Chris read magazines. Every once in a while one of the boys would reach into the cooler and take out a cold pop to fight off the heat. Even the Jeep's air conditioner had a hard time keeping the hot air out. The trip seems to take forever. And it was boring. Before too long the boys were dozing. Bob and Ace were sharing the seats in the rear of the Jeep. When Bob woke up from a cat nap he looked at Ace. Ace was leaning against the side of the Jeep secured in his seat belt. The seat belt made Ace shirt slide up and exposed the mid-section of his belly. Bob looked down at Ace's crouch and almost choked on the pop he was drinking. Ace was wear a pair of Nike gym shorts and you could see the head of his dick sticking out of his waist band. He was boned to the max. He must have been wearing brief underwear because his dick created a five inch mountain range in his pants rather than sticking straight up and tenting them like Chris's did. Bob wanted to reach over and touch the hard boy-cock. He tapped Joe on the shoulder. Joe turned around and saw what Bob was pointing to. Joe raised his eyebrows. For a diminutive little 12 year old Ace sure was packing nice equipment, he though. Ace changed his position in the car and the shirt, like a curtain at a Broadway play, fell down on the show. The Jeep raced up I-94. The scenery changed from suburban sprawl to farm lands. Occasionally one of the boys would look out the window and comment on a passing object. Soon the Jeep left I-94 and headed north on State Highway 10. The scenery changed again. It went from plush farmhouses surrounded by large silos and even larger barns to marginal farms that did not look as prosperous as their neighbors. Just over an hour into the trip, the Ace had to go to the bathroom and take a pee. The group pulled into the E-Z Gas Station in Royalton. Before the Jeep had come to a complete stop all four boys were out and quickly walking to the men's room in the station. Ace went passed the urinals and went into the stall to take his piss. You could hear his steady, hard stream of urine landing in the water from behind the stall. The three boys stood at the urinals, glancing a look at each other's penis as they emptied their bladders into the toilets. Joe looked toward the stall and whispered to Bob, "I hope he is not one of those shy guys. He's liable to spoil the whole weekend." "We'll see," said Bob. All four boys finished their business and were leaving the men's room as their dads walked into the bathroom. The boys headed deeper into the store. The first thing on their minds was to refill their now empty bladders and so they went to the coolers and each grabbed a liter bottles of cold pop for the rest of the trip. Then, like a magnet, they drifted toward the magazine racks and looked at the latest issue of Playboy and other skin magazines. Ace wandered over the rack as the older boys were trying to see the naked women hidden behind the plastic wrapper surrounding the magazines. Just as he arrived he could hear Chris say, "I brought that one with me. She is really hot." "Here comes your dad." Joe said as the adults walked toward the store's coolers to get their own drinks. The boys made a quick exit from the magazine stand before the dads saw what they were doing. They waited for the adults to pay for their drinks. "Chris, do you bring a Playboy with you," Ace whispered. "Quiet!" Chris said as he tried to ignore the younger boy. "They'll hear you." The boys piled into the Jeep and started to head still further north. The flat boring Minnesota farmlands started to change into the great north woods. Highway 10 became Highway 371 and soon there were signs to Brainerd, the largest town near Lake Fukaduk. More and more lakes started to appear through the woods. Further and further north the Jeep went until they were deep in lake country and they could see signs announcing Lake Fukaduk. They were here. A few minutes later, Ace saw the camp for the first time. Bob's family had the camp site for a long as he could remember. On the acre of land stood the family camper, a pop-up that could sleep six and was equipped with a refrigerator and stove. Near the camper was a fire pit surrounded by rocks and a cord of fire wood. A wooden platform held the picnic table and in a corner of the campsite a flat grassy knoll where the boys set up their tent. No way they were going to spend the weekend in the same camper with the adults. The boys immediately started to put up their green and red 4-man wall tent. The tent was large enough for all four boys to stand up and walk around in and the floor space was enough for the kids to be comfortable. In less than a half hour the tent was set up and the sweating boys were removing their gear from the jeep and placing it in the tent. First went the sleeping bags, spread out over the entire floor of the tent. Then the clothes, snacks, and other personal gear they had brought to Lake Fukaduk. By the time the camp was set up and the camp fire started the boys was glistened with sweat. "Dad, we are going for a walk," Bob told his father. "Take a flashlight," His dad replied. The boys left the camp and started toward the swimming pool. The night was pitch dark. Very few people were camping this weekend; in fact they only saw one retired couple. There might have been ten people in the whole camp ground and they were already sleeping. The only noise was the sound of the boys walking and an occasional tree frog croaking in the woods. The Milky Way was spread out above them like a canopy. Occasionally one of the boys would see the flash of a shooting star over their heads. They knew they were in the north woods. It smelled clean and the air was clear. No street lights were visible anywhere. Without their flashlight the boys would accidentally walk into a tree it was so dark. Only their whispers and their walking on the dirt road broke the silence until they rounded the corner and saw the pool and heard the sounds of the pump moving the water as it passed the filters. The boys approached the mist surrounded pool. The cool water meeting the hot summer air was producing gentle clouds that drifted off the water. The boys walked over to the fence to look at the pool. In the night, animals occasionally fell into the pool. The boys were curious to see what the pool had caught tonight. They could not see anything accept the ripples of the water as it shot out of the outlets after it had been filtered. "Let's go for a swim," Joe said. "We didn't bring our bathing suits," Ace responded "and besides, the gate is locked." "We can skinny dip and just jump the fence," Joe shot back as he headed toward the fence and started to climb over it. "What are we going to use for a towel?" Ace asked. "Use your underwear." Chris responded as he joined Joe on the fence. The boys jumped the fence and headed toward the shadows to take off their clothes. Chris and Joe quickly removed their clothing and slipped into the deep end of the pool. You could hear their grasping as the cool water moved up their legs and hit their mid-sections. "Come in, it's great and not too cold," Chris whispered to the two boys still on the deck. Bob wanted to go swimming. He had been skinny dipping in this same pool numerous times, sometimes with his family and sometimes with his buddies, but he wanted Ace to be comfortable with the guys and he felt slow was the way to get him to join the group. He remembered the first time the other boys went skinny dipping. They were also a little shy getting naked in front of everyone. Bob slipped off his tennis shoes and socks. He slowly took off his shirt. He dropped his shorts and stood in front of Ace wearing only his white briefs. Ace was staring at him. Ace had never seen another boy naked. Joe and Chris had moved so fast into the pool he never got a chance to see them up close, only their white asses slipping into the water. Ace was the only boy in his family and came from a home where being nude was just not done. He waited with anticipation for Bob to slip off his briefs. Bob noticed Ace watching him. "Come on, Ace. Get undressed. I'll wait for you." Bob stood in his underwear as Ace took off his tennis shoes, socks, and shirt. Every time something came off he looked at Bob. Bob acted like he was watching the boys in the pool swim toward the shallow end but he noticed Ace staring at his bulging crotch. He was pleased. Ace turned his back to Bob and dropped his underwear to the deck and quickly walked to the ladder to slip into the water. Once he was in the water and his mid-section was covered, he looked back and watched Bob take off his briefs. Bob slowly took off his underwear. He wanted to make sure Ace had an opportunity to see all of him. Once he was naked, he walked toward Ace and stepped to the ladder. Ace move away from the ladder and made room for Bob to climb into the pool. Although the pool area was dark there was enough light for Bob to see Ace was boned. Bob was impressed. Although Ace was the youngest of the group, his dick was longer than Chris'. Bob thought he saw the beginnings of pubic hair at the base of Ace's five inch prick. His dick stood out away from his body like a pointer. Ace did not notice that his manhood was being judged by Bob. The boys left the ladder and swam toward the other boys standing at the low end of the pool. The boys were in waist deep water when they met. "The water is great, but don't make too much noise or you might wake someone up," Bob said as the boys moved closer to each other in the middle of the pool. Once the boys were close, it was obvious to both Chris and Joe, that Ace had an enormous boner. "Hey! Dude. What's this?" Chris said as he reached over and grabbed Ace hard dick under the water. Ace jumped when he was touched by Chris and reacted by grabbing Chris's soft penis. The two boys splashed around in the water grabbing each other's privates and laughing. "Shit! Man, you're a lot bigger than I thought," Chris said once they had settled down. Ace didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything. He was embarrassed that he had boned out and yet proud that they had felt that he was big for his age. He could see the naked boys in the water but the splashing had created so many ripples he could not readily judge how he compared to the others. Joe and Chris started to jump on each other, each trying to dunk the other in the water. Bob and Ace drifted toward the rope separating the low from the deep end. They could see the boys springing out of the water, their white butts shinning in the dark air. As Ace and Bob hung on to the rope, the other guys drifted toward the far edge of the pool. Bob and Ace whispered in the dark as they watch the others. "God, I'm embarrassed." Ace said. "Why? What did you do?" asked Bob. "You guys are going to think I'm gay. I have no idea why I got the stiffly," He said in low tones. "Oh! That. No big deal Everyone gets them, even me," said Bob. "You do? "Sure everyone gets them. Sometimes when I am skinny dipping with my family I even get hard." "You do? With your mom in here?" "Sure. It's a natural reaction and doesn't mean anything." "Easy for you to say. I'm the guy who had the boner. Hey! What are the guys doing?" Bob looked in the direction Ace referred to. He saw both boys facing the pool deck. Both Joe and Chris had their elbows on the deck. They were kneeling right in front of the return outlets. "I guess they are jacking off," Bob said. "What do you mean?" Ace asked. At that point, they all heard a car approaching the pool. The boys moved away from the edge of the pool and into the shadows as the car passed. "I'll show you later," he said. "Let's get out of here. I'm going to get the other guys." Ace swam to the ladder and got out of the pool. With his back to the other guys, he quickly dried himself off with his underwear, put his briefs on, and was putting on his shorts when the other guys came up the ladder. This was his first opportunity to see the other boys naked. As he sat and put on his shoes, he watched them get dressed. They were very casual about their nudity. No one seemed shy and they did not move quickly. Bob was by far the bigger of the guys. His penis and balls were surrounded by dark black, curly, pubic hair. His dick was thick and tilted toward the left. He was cut and the tip of his dick looked like a helmet in the darkness. Ace's first reaction was "Wow. He is big." Joe was the next one out of the water. His penis was shorter then Bob's but almost as thick. His balls were solid and hugged his lower body. His pubic hair was thick around the base of his penis and unlike Bob, who had pubic hair all over his balls and at the base of his penis, he had no hair anywhere else. Chris was more like Ace. He had just the beginnings of pubic hair, some just turning dark, but mostly blond downy stuff. His balls were hung from his body by threads of skin and hung in a sack at the bottom of his trunk. His balls reminded Ace of a picture he had seen of a hummingbird's nest. What struck Ace as unusual was both Joe and Chris looked like they had semi-erections. Unlike Bob and himself, their dicks, while not hard, did not hang limply from their bodies. The other amazing thing was that neither boy cared if anyone saw him with a boner. Both acted like their present state was the most natural thing in the world. "I wonder if that has anything to do with the jacking off Bob said they were doing," he thought. The boys quickly dried themselves off using their underwear and then put their shorts on. Holding their underwear in their hands, they climbed the fence and headed back to camp. The boys arrived to a quiet camp. The campfire was still glowing, but the adults were already asleep. Since they had a long day, they decided to head for their tent rather than watch the campfire go out. Besides, with luck, the night was just beginning. The sleeping bags had been arranged for sleeping before the swim. Using the flashlight as their sole source of light, they took off their clothes and laid on the top of the sleeping bags. It was still too hot to climb under the covers and be comfortable. Ace was amazed when the three older guys lay there bare naked. They did not attempt to put underwear on. It was too dark for him to find his pajamas so he laid down on the top of the sleeping bag in his underwear. The boys quietly talked in the dark. They reviewed the day and made plans for tomorrow. Ace was sleeping against the wall of the tent. Next to him was Bob. Ace was listening to the animal sounds in the night. He was on his back and staring at the dark insides of the tent. His hands were gently messaging his dick. The only sounds he heard were muffled noises coming from the other end of the tent where Joe and Chris had bedded down. So far it has been a great trip, he thought. Until tonight he had never seen another guy naked and tonight he saw three of them. He remembered Bob standing in the shadows, naked and he felt his dick stiffening up. Then he remembered what Bob said about the guys jacking off. "Bob! You awake?" he whispered. "Yea! What do you want?" "What were Joe and Chris doing in the pool tonight?" "I told you. They were jacking off!" "Yea. That's what you said but what does that mean? You said you'd show me." There was silence in the tent. From the other side of the tent a quiet voce said "Bob, show him how to jack off." Ace had thought his question to Bob was private and he was surprised to hear the other guys encouraging Bob to show him what jacking off meant. Bob turned in the dark so he was facing Ace. He slid closer to him so his body was within inches of Ace. "You sure you want me to show you?" Ace wasn't sure at all, but he was committed. He knew the other boys in the tent were listening to their conversation and did not feel he could back out now without looking chicken. "Yea! I want you to." "All right. I am going to touch you so just sit back and enjoy yourself." "OK!" There was a pause. "Have you done this with the other guys?" There was a chorus from the dark. "Hell Yea! We are doing it now." whispered Chris. "It's great and Bob's really good at it. Just enjoy yourself," said Joe. Ace waited in the dark. Bob moved even closer to him. Ace could feel Bob's body touching his. He could not see Bob but felt he was on his side facing him. "I am going to touch your chest. If you want me to stop, say so and I will stop. OK?" "Yea!" came the reply. Ace felt Bob fingers gently on his bare chest. His fingers moved circles around his tits until Ace could feel them harden. Bob's finger moved across Ace's body to his neck as he touched his skin with his fingers. Then he slowly moved them down to Ace's chest. He fingers circled Ace's tits, hardening them still again. Bob's fingers moved toward the center of Ace's chest and down toward his belly. Bob's hand wandered over to Ace's side and glided back up toward his head. Ace felt a tingle when Bob's fingers moved to a new spot. His nerves were hypersensitive. He felt the tingle move to his groin area. His penis started to swell in his jockey briefs. Bob's continued to gently caress Ace. His fingers migrated from Ace's chest to his stomach and stopped at the waist band of Ace's underwear. Bob's fingers followed the underwear waist band around to Ace's side and then up his side toward his chest again. A current of electricity followed the fingers as they graze Ace's body. Bob's fingers shifted from Ace side to the middle of his chest and then moved toward his groin. They stopped at the underwear waist band again and relocated to the other side of his body, then than traveled over the light cotton briefs avoiding his groin area and touching only his hips and leg. Bob's touch was gentle. His fingers left a trail of electricity as they moved from one section of his body to another. Ace's penis was hard and sticking straight up out of his underwear creating a small tent. "God! That feels great," whispered Ace. Bob's face was close to Ace. Ace could feel his hot breath on him as Bob's fingers continued the foreplay. Bob's fingers were stroking Ace's leg and then started to move up. The fingers touched the leg bands of his briefs and continued to move onto the surface of Ace's cotton jockey briefs. Bob's fingers moved toward his crouch. Ace was excited. No one had ever touched him where Bob' fingers were heading. The fingers moved closer to Ace's stiff shaft. He could feel the fingers gently touch his balls as they moved up his body to his spike. The minute the fingers touched his pole, Ace felt an enormous tingle and his spike got harder. The fingers moved up and over his penis until they got to the waistband of his underwear again. Bob stroked the area around the waistband with his finger and then he placed his thumb into the waist band and gently attempted to pull Ace's jockeys down over his waist. Ace wanted to be naked. His whole body was alive with new feelings. He put his thumbs into his waist band and lifted his ass to help Bob push his briefs off. Slowly Bob lower Ace's briefs. They hung up shortly on Ace's five inch shaft but soon slid over his hips to his knees. A kick with his legs and Ace was naked. Bob could now touch Ace's skin in his most private areas. His hand reached down and touched Ace's inner thigh, and slowly moved towards Ace's pecker. By now Ace had a world class boner. As Bob's hand passed over his egg shaped nuts, Ace's dick jerked and throbbed with anticipation. Bob hand cover Ace's swollen member as his fingers fondle his glans. Bob found the single eye on his shaft and spread the pre-cum that was dripping from it. Tiny droplets of pre-cum spilled out of the slit at the end of his enlarged head. Bob lubricated his shaft with Ace's manly fluid. Ace's penis was pointed skyward as Bob took his fingers and grabbed the shaft and started to masturbate Ace. As Bob moved the skin on Ace's dick up and down. Ace could sense a tingling feeling starting to build between his legs. The swim, being caressed for the last half hour, the feel of Bob's dick growing against his leg and now the fist fucking were bringing Ace to a quick climax. Bob could hear the animal noise deep in Ace's throat. The young boy's body was beginning to stiffen as the pace increased. Bob could feel Ace's stomach muscles tighten. His twelve year old ass started to rise off the sleeping bag. Ace could feel a wave of intense sexual excitement coming over him. He knew something was going to happen because his body was ready to explode. Bob was pumping on his dick driving the cum to the surface like an oil pump brings oil. Ace reached over his head and grabbed his flashlight. He wanted to see his dick. He wanted to watch Bob jerk him off. He knew about cum and he wanted to watch it shoot from his one eye. As he turned the flashlight on, he noticed that he was not the only one enjoying himself this night. Across the tent he could see Joe and Chris sucking on each other's dick. The light did not slow them up at all and it looked like everyone was going to cum about the same time. Even Bob was jacking himself as he masturbated Ace. Bob was pumping on Ace's throbbing penis with one hand and jacking himself off with the other. Ace shinned the flashlight on his dick. Like a major storm, the tension was building in Ace's body. And, like the water released from a dam, the tension increased and with a soft moan gobs of cum shot out of Ace's dick onto his chest. Again and again cum exploded from his steel-like rod. And at almost the same time, a moan was heard from Bob as cum shot out of his dick and landed on Ace's leg. Ace watched in fascination as the load shot from the older boy's dick traveled across one leg and landed on the other. "That was great," he said. Bob only smiled and leaned back to rest. Ace shined the flashlight toward the other two boys and both he and Bob watched them ejaculate into each other's mouth. None of the boys bothered to clean up. They turned the flashlight off and relived the moment in their minds. No words were spoken and soon the four naked, sexually exhausted boys feel asleep.