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The Father and Son Outing
By Paul S. Stevens & Hans Schreiber
Chapter #1
"Oh come on Seth, You'll love it," my dad said, using the most persuasive charm he could muster. "Trust me! You'll thank me later."
"These camping trips always end in disaster, Dad," I protested. "You know you hate roughing it just as much as I do. Why do you always insist on doing these things anyway?"
"Isn't that what fathers and sons are supposed to do?" Dad queried. "Besides, some fresh air and a change of scenery will do you a world of good."
I gave him an understanding smile and said, "What you mean is, Mom's been on your ass again to spend some `quality time' with me."
Dad did his little foot shuffle thing he does and admitted, "Pretty much, that's it. I'd say you read me like a book, even though I've never seen you read one."
I gave him a forced smile since I didn't want to start an argument over it. I think he felt my irritation and softened a little.
"How about it?" he continued. "We don't have to completely rough it. I'll sneak my laptop in and you can bring all your electronic gadgets this time too. The place I found has power, running water, showers, flushing toilets, and even a snack bar. Can you help me out here?"
"All right, whatever you say, Dad," I conceded. "But, on one condition. I get to have my own tent. I'm old enough now that I shouldn't have to put up with that dinky thing that you can barely crawl into. I want one that's big enough for me to stretch out in and still have enough room to keep all my stuff in."
I figured at least with my own tent, I could have some privacy when I needed to escape Dad's idea of `bonding'. Besides, I didn't think I'd make it through a whole weekend without some private wanking time at night anyway.
"Deal!" dad chirped. "I'll make the arrangements and go to the sporting goods store right now!"
He didn't ask me to go with him since he knew it would probably end up costing him dearly at the check stand.
Obviously, Dad hadn't revealed the real reason why he tried to be so persuasive in the first place. It really wasn't about me at all. It hardly ever was. It was all a ruse for his benefit. After all, my mom and dad hadn't been getting along very well and I think that Dad needed some time away from her to get a little perspective for himself. The reason he chose camping was that it would be one thing that he knew Mom wouldn't want to have any part of. I don't know why he was so worried about that. Mom seemed as interested in being rid of us as she was in having me and Dad spend more time together.
I figured that I'd go ahead and do it for their sake. It would be my contribution to making sure Mom and Dad steered clear of a divorce. I'd seen what happens to families of divorced parents and I needed to do my part to see to it that it never came to that. So, if spending a long, solitary weekend with Dad would help avert a disaster between Mom and Dad, then I was willing to do it for the benefit of the family. It really messed up my friend Todd's family. It put a serious cramp in our friendship too. He had to be gone to his dad's place every other weekend and that sucked.
I figured that I'd just have to make sure to bring enough entertainment and a stockpile of batteries. I wanted to be prepared just in case it turned out that there weren't any power outlets after all. At least that could help make things bearable. Otherwise, it would be pure torture. Having interesting conversations between Dad and me was not one of our strong points. Mostly, our conversations consisted of him telling me what to do and me ignoring him. "Maybe I'll get lucky," I thought to myself, "and it will rain so we have to come home early." There's never anything to do in the woods but be bored, mostly because I'm not much of a nature lover to begin with.
I thought that maybe I could ease the pain this time and see if I could find someone to come with me. At least I'd have someone I could talk to. After asking Dad if I could invite a friend, he reluctantly consented after making me promise not to tell Mom, but I could see that he wasn't too happy about the idea. It turned out that it didn't matter anyway. After spending several hours on the phone looking for a companion, I totally struck out. It was Todd's turn to be at his dad's this weekend. Ruben was going with his big brother to a Comic-Con at the convention center and everyone else had various commitments that they couldn't break. We hadn't even left yet and this trip already sucked.
"Did you find someone to go with you?" Dad asked.
"No. No one can go. It sucks."
"That's a relief," dad sighed.
"What? Why do you say that?" I asked.
"Well," he answered. "What I mean is, it will be a relief that we'll have more time to spend together. I won't be so lonely since you won't have a friend to spend all your time with. It'll be okay. You'll see. Besides, you might make a new friend up there. Who knows?"
"No, I won't," I assured him. "First of all, I don't plan on leaving my tent except to pee and eat, period. Besides, who would I meet in the freaking forest anyway, Legolas?"
"Who?" Dad asked, looking puzzled.
"Never mind," I said.
"Well, you never know. Keep an open mind," he encouraged. I just shook my head at him. He was so clueless sometimes.
Now that I knew I'd have to entertain myself, I began to assemble my arsenal of gadgets. I packed my phone even though I knew it would be unlikely that I would get any signal bars where we were going. I also packed my mini MP3 player that I had loaded with my top five hundred favorite tunes. It wasn't much heavier than the AA battery that was hidden inside of it, and along with the two ounce earbuds it came with, it was the ideal companion if we happened to go hiking.
Next, I packed my new iPad, loaded with everything from hot
Nifty stories to games and videos, all loaded into memory in case no WiFi
signals were available. I packed my
seven inch personal
While I was packing my essentials, dad was packing his. Then, he loaded up the back of the car with our sleeping bags, his tent and my new tent that was still in the box. He also found room for the portable cooking stove and our cooler, which we'd fill with three day's worth of ice, water, sodas and food that we would pick up along the way. After all, for me, eating and drinking was essential, right up there with the need for a good hand job. Lastly, he tossed in his overstuffed bag that was filled to capacity with God knows what kinds of things that fathers need on camping trips. I was pretty sure he had his laptop in there. What else was hidden in there was a mystery to me and I really didn't want to know anything about it anyway. He'd recently become quite obsessed with working on his laptop whenever Mom wasn't around. He got really annoyed if I bothered him when he was in his room working on it and he would close the lid whenever I came near enough to see the screen.
"Mom," I whined. "I can't find my hand lotion."
"You don't need any hand lotion for a camping trip," she shot back.
"Yes I do! That's where I need it the most."
"I'm pretty sure your dad has some, just borrow his," she suggested.
She seemed determined not to be helpful, so I went out to the car and opened my old man's bag to make sure he had some. I wasn't about to go out into the woods and let my hands turn into dry, cracked ogre paws. I liked having soft hands. Even when using lube, having soft hands makes jacking off so much better.
I unzipped his duffle bag and pulled his laptop out so I could rummage around. Sure enough, he had a bottle of hand lotion, just like Mom said he would. But something else caught my eye. I reached further down and pulled out a box of condoms.
"What the fuck?" I muttered to myself.
I dug a little more and found a cock ring, and a bottle of lube.
"What the double fuck?" I muttered again.
I couldn't figure out why he'd have those things. I guessed he and Mom were worse off than I'd thought and she'd probably cut him off when it came to you know what. He was apparently planning on having some boner fun time alone in his tent, the same as me. But I had to wonder, why condoms? I concluded that he must not like to leave a mess. I heard a noise and got startled. I quickly put things back and placed the laptop back in and zipped up the bag. A minute later, Dad walked in. He gave me an odd look and I'm sure I looked guilty, but he apparently decided not to ask. I was relieved as hell.
"Okay son," Dad said as cheerfully as he possibly could. "The car is all packed up and ready to go. We'll leave first thing in the morning. Let's turn in for the night."
"What time is `the first thing in the morning'?" I asked.
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"Dad, that's not `the first thing in the morning', that's the middle of the night," I growled.
"Don't worry about it," Dad said. "Once we're on the road, you can go back to sleep until we get to the campground. We'll want to get there early enough so that we can get a good spot to make camp. So, are you all packed up?"
"Yeah, everything I'm bringing is in that bag right there," I said as I pointed to the suitcase sitting on the back seat of our Highlander.
"If that's all you have, you can just grab your pillow and a blanket on your way out in the morning. You can even stay in your underwear if you want," Dad snickered.
I snickered back and said, "Are you sure about that? You know, I sleep naked these days."
Then Dad, full on laughed at me.
"Is that right? Well sure, if you want to go naked, it's fine with me. Give those young girls in their fancy cars something to look at and talk about on the road. Maybe you'll turn-on a truck driver or two along the way as well. I bet you have a handsome young body to show off these days. Hopefully, you won't cause any accidents. But if we stop for breakfast along the way, that might be a little awkward... for you!"
"Geez, Dad. What's gotten into you? You're being so weird lately."
"Am I? Sorry! I was just screwing with you. I guess I'm just excited to be going on this trip together and having a chance to get to know each other better. I bet we'll learn some important things we didn't know before. Anyway, let's hit the sack. Good night Son."
"Night Dad," I shot back.
He pushed the button to close the hatch on the Highlander and then put his arm over my shoulder. We walked back to my room side by side.
"I really feel that this time, we actually might have a good time," Dad said as he gave me a quick wink and closed my bedroom door.
I stripped down to my underwear and hit the bed. I stared at the ceiling for a while as I thought to myself that I'd better enjoy the soft comfort of my bed since it was going to be the hard ground for the next few nights. Before I dove under the covers, I took my stone hard cock into my hand and fondled myself under my shorts for a while as a score of stray thoughts occupied my mind.
The illicit items I discovered in my Dad's duffle bag caused my curious mind to run wild. Then I envisioned Dad, naked and in his tent, wildly jacking off. I immediately tried to push that image out of my head. Thinking about my parents having sex was always something that was a mood killer. Nonetheless, this time, I was getting all boned up at the thought of it as I unconsciously rubbed my stiff dick into my palm.
Dad had seemed so very relieved that I couldn't find someone to go with us. I guess he was planning on doing a lot of catch-up sex all by himself. Then I thought about what Ruben and I do with each other and wondered if Dad ever did anything like that with a buddy that no one ever knew about. He'd made the odd comment about me being naked and looking good or something like that and he'd winked and said this trip was going to be good for both of us. I had never seen my dad act so horny before. Mom must really be holding back the sex on Dad to make him act so weird. My heart started to race at the thought of the two of us jacking off at the same time in our separate tents. What we both needed was a sex partner. For me, I had gotten shut down from the beginning, and for poor Dad, he must have gotten cut off big time. I found myself wishing I really could find a Legolas out in the forest who would be willing to get naked with me and mess around. I focused back on my dick, being thankful that humans can enjoy sex without requiring a partner.
The more that I handled my stiff pulsing cock, the more my thoughts turned to sex in the wilderness. I really had no one to share sex with other than my friend Ruben. We had fun playing around with each other from time to time. I wasn't sure if he was gay or just super horny. It's not like I was ever gonna ask him something like that. Whenever he got his hands on a new porno to share with me, we'd sit side by side and jack ourselves as we watched his secretly borrowed videos, occasionally reaching over to jack each other. When we were done, he'd give me one of the copies he'd made using his big brother's computer that was capable of copying DVDs.
When it came to sex, I didn't think much about girls, especially the girls at my school. It wasn't that I didn't like them. It was just that none of them got me excited, not romantically anyway. I seemed to identify more with my guy friends than anything else. I mainly contributed it to the fact that I'd been fooling around with Ruben so much. I figured it was probably just a phase I was going through. It may seem weird, but I've found that a good penis joke went a long way when it came to making me pop a boner and my guy friends knew a lot of good ones. I wondered now and then if I was gay, but I'm not sure I fully understood what that even meant. I would just tell myself that I hadn't come across the right girl yet and the world was a pretty big place.
The next thing I knew, I'd pulled my shorts down under my balls and my hand was enthusiastically stroking my cock while waves of pleasure began to shoot intermittently from my cock to my balls, my chest to my brain, and finally, from my head to my toes. I'd decided not to sleep naked since my dad would probably be waking me up early and I didn't want him to see me naked after the whole awkward talk we'd just had.
As the familiar tingles traveled across my body, my thoughts turned to Ruben. I liked jacking side by side with Ruben and I especially liked it when he would reach across and jack me while I reached across to jack him. The touch of a real living breathing person was so much more arousing than just jacking alone.
I started to feel my cum juices brewing and my mind drifted into my favorite fantasy. I imagined a sexy stranger was giving me the most amazing blowjob ever. Ruben and I never strayed from our routine, but I often wished that someday he'd take my dick in his hands and give me a blowjob like the one the stranger was giving me in my fantasy. My toes started to curl as I imagined the boy in my fantasy would take me and flip me into a `69' position so we could devour each other's cocks at the same time. I'd never been sucked before and I certainly never had a cock in my mouth, but the mere thought of it pushed me over the top.
I felt a tickling come from the center of my balls as a kind of pressure began to rise up from deep within my core. I shut my eyes as a kaleidoscope of colors danced on the inside of my eyelids. A rush of adrenaline made my heart race, which in turn caused my brain to release a flood of endorphins that was powerful enough to bring a full grown man to his knees. My back arched upwards uncontrollably as my cock sprayed the contents of my balls like a cascading fountain of joyous, copious, boy cream that splattered my undershirt, creating an erotic pattern of shapes like a genuine piece of sensual artwork.
As I drifted down from the lofty heights of Nirvana, my breathing slowed down and my body began to relax. If I'd been with someone right then, I'd be kissing and cuddling them as I drifted off to sleep.
"Maybe some day," I thought to myself, "that fantasy will come true." Unfortunately tonight, I have only my imagination to sleep with.
Before I knew it, it was morning and Dad was knocking at my door. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was five-thirty. I guess he was running a little late. He wasn't all that early of a riser himself. I looked across my body and started to panic.
"Seth! Get yourself up, and get showered so we can be on our way as
soon as possible," Dad called out through my closed bedroom door.
"I'd like to be on the road by
"Yeah, okay," I acknowledged as I scanned the room for something to throw over myself and not finding anything close by.
Then I heard him walk away as my heart pounded through my chest. I'm glad he hadn't opened the door. As he woke me, I discovered that I was completely naked and uncovered. The last thing I remember, I'd fallen asleep with my underwear still tucked under my balls. Apparently, I had pulled everything off sometime during the night and kicked off the covers. I guess I was so used to sleeping that way that I just undressed in my sleep. All my junk was embarrassingly exposed with a glorious case of morning wood greeting the day and standing at attention. I fished around at the foot of my bed until I found my underwear and pulled them back up over my boy parts and crawled out of bed. My feet instinctively knew their way to the bathroom as the rest of my body followed in a daze. I just allowed the bulge in my underwear to lead the way.
I relieved my full bladder and then jumped into the shower. There was no way that I was going into the woods without a nice hot shower first. I wouldn't be surprised if this campground only had cold water in their showers. I could smell the morning aroma of coffee in the air as it mixed ever so gracefully with the fragrance of my body wash and shampoo. It was exactly what my senses needed to bring me to life. Even so, there still lingered a small part of me that wanted nothing more than to continue my earlier hibernation. As I made it back to my room, I dressed, combed my hair and headed out with a pillow and blanket for the ride. I made it downstairs in time to see my dad sipping his coffee and looking like death warmed over.
"Pretty good son," Dad said as he began to come to life,
right in front of my eyes. "
I looked at him sideways and I guess he got my message. I worried he was going to whine about me taking too long in the shower but he really had nothing to complain about.
"Alrighty then," dad chirped. "Go kiss your mother goodbye so we can get on our way."
Five minutes later, we were leaving the city behind and embracing the open road.
"Okay, Dad," I said, breaking the ice cold silence. "What are we really doing here?"
"What are you talking about?" Dad said with an uneasy quiver in his voice. "We're going camping!"
"Come on, Dad, what's the real reason behind it?"
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean."
"Okay, if that's the way you want to play it," I snapped. "Then forget I even asked!"
"Hey! Watch your tone young man!"
"Fine, at least I tried," I said as I rolled my eyes.
"Let's not talk about this right now. Okay?" Dad said, and then transfixed his eyes on the road.
I didn't answer. I just reached into the back seat and pulled out my MP3 player from my suitcase and left Dad to wallow in his silence. This was a real crappy way to start off what should have been an enjoyable drive to the country.
The next thing I knew, Dad was waking me from a pretty deep sleep.
"Seth, Seth! Wake up Son," Dad said, shaking my shoulder. "We're here."
"Huh, what?" I said as I opened my eyes in time to see Dad pulling out his wallet to pay the campground fee.
"You're in space C-12," the attendant said to my dad as he passed him the parking voucher and a pamphlet containing a map of the facility as well as a notification of all the rules and regulations.
"It's at the end of the loop and kind of private," the attendant said. "Please read the rules and enjoy your stay."
The single armed gate rose in front of us and Dad drove us right in.
"Can you help me find C-12 please?" Dad asked as he passed me the paperwork.
I quickly shuffled through the documentation and found the map.
"Take a right up ahead," I said as I read out loud the addresses of each space as we slowly drove past them. "Okay, here's C-34. Keep going straight. It should be just up ahead a little and to the right. There's C-28... C-20... C-14... ah, here it is, C-12 coming up on the right."
"Thanks son," Dad said. "Hey, I'm sorry about biting your head off earlier. Now that we're here, can we forget about that and start over?"
"Sure Dad, no problem," I said.
Dad pulled into our designated parking spot and turned off the car. The two of us sat there a minute not really knowing what to do next.
"Well, we're here!" Dad said. "Now that you've read the map, which way do we go?"
It took me a moment to realize that I was still holding the map in my hands. On the other side of the parking map was a diagram of the campground. I held it between us as we jointly looked it over. It showed the way to the snack bar and restaurants. It showed the location of the general store and combination firehouse and ranger station. It showed the way to the amphitheater where several interesting shows were scheduled throughout the weekend. Then finally, it showed the lake where there were ample spaces for making a day camp and setting up a bivouac. The lake area had several fire rings, a slew of picnic tables and a basketball court. It even had several public facilities such as restrooms, showers and telephones. The map also showed where several popular nature trails of varying lengths and difficulty levels were available. There was even a cyber-station where computers and other docking devices could hook up and re-charge as well as a relay tower that delivered cell phone coverage and free WiFi. It looked like some fun could be had there after all. My sullen demeanor made way for a modest amount of enthusiasm.
"Let's go check it out!" I beamed.
"Great," Dad said. "But, let's get unloaded first, okay?
Between the two of us, we were able to unload everything we needed pretty quickly. I unpacked my new tent and left the empty box in the car. I carried my personal suitcase in one hand and I was able to carry both our tents like a backpack. Dad carried his personal overstuffed bag in one hand and our cooking gear in his backpack. Then, the two of us carried the cooler with our free hands.
I was surprised at how heavy the cooler was. While I was asleep, Dad had stopped at the supermarket and loaded up the cooler with ice, sodas and bottled water. It also contained bread and sandwich meats and an assortment of other goodies that Dad knew I liked. Carrying all this stuff was heavy, but fortunately, the campsite was close to our designated parking space.
As we approached the campsite itself, we stopped and shared the surface of our cooler. As we sat side by side, we looked around for a spot to make camp. We wanted to pitch our tents somewhere where we could be close enough to the restrooms, yet far enough away so we could have some degree of contemplated privacy. Once we determined where we were going, we picked ourselves up and made our claim. Dad settled on a nice little spot about fifty yards from the restrooms and he began to set up in his chosen area. I helped him pitch his tent and set up the outdoor stove. Once we got him well established, I gathered my belongings and set off to find my own space.
"Where are you going?" Dad asked.
"I don't know," I answered. "Maybe somewhere a little further away from all the noise and activity."
Are you sure, it's pretty nice right here," he said with a kind of pleading voice.
"Yeah, I'm sure," I adamantly said.
"All right, but please don't go too far away," Dad instructed. "I didn't come here to be completely isolated from each other."
"Are you sure?" I said.
"What do you mean by that?" Dad fumed. "What is with your attitude lately?"
"Nothing," I groaned. "Just forget it!"
I picked up my stuff and moved away. It was obvious that he still wasn't ready to admit to me exactly what our little trip was really all about and it was beginning to look like he hadn't admitted it to himself yet either. I started to worry again about the things I'd found in his duffle bag and the way he'd been acting. I just couldn't believe that the fact that Mom was holding back on the sex was all there was to it. There had to be more. I knew something big was brewing. Something that both Mom and Dad weren't telling me. Then it hit me that maybe he'd brought me here to make a big announcement that a divorce was coming or something like that. My heart just sank.
After I moved on another twenty-five yards or so, I reached the boundary of the clearing which left plenty of space between dad and me. The area started to become more wooded so I figured that I'd better stop there and not go any further. I dropped my stuff and claimed my territory. I unpacked my tent and started to pitch it in earnest. Since I was still a little pissed at Dad, I decided to set up my tent with the door facing the woods so I wouldn't even have to face his direction at all.
"Hey there," a young male voice called out from behind me. "Do you need some help?"
I was kneeling on the ground, reading the directions for `erecting' my new tent and focusing all my attention on trying to bring it all together. I thought it was hilarious that they actually used the word `erecting' in the directions.
"No, I'm good," I said, barely acknowledging the stranger's presence. "I don't need any help."
"You're right," he said. "You probably don't need any help. Let me rephrase that. Would you like some help?"
His humorous sounding voice softened my annoyance and managed to gain my full attention. I swiveled on my knees as I turned to look him square in the eyes. As I gazed upon him, I fell into a kind of trance. He looked to be about my age or slightly younger which would put him at around fifteen years old. His age certainly didn't match the rich, fully matured baritone timbre he had for a voice. He had startling blue eyes and sandy blonde hair that had an almost imperceptible wave to it that captured my imagination. He had the whitest teeth I'd ever seen that stood out against his well tanned body in a most striking manner. As I regained control of my senses, I began to scan him from head to toe. He was wearing a pair of hiking shorts and an old tank top that was literally skintight. He wore a pair of worn gym shoes without any socks. He stood about five foot nine and had the beginnings of a developing six-pack that was easily visible through his shirt. Because my eye level was even with his crotch, the faint outline of his hidden penis under his shorts did not escape my notice. I suddenly felt my cock twitch and begin to grow.
No girl or boy had ever provoked such a feeling in me before and I discovered I had momentarily lost my power of speech.
"Umm, ah," I stuttered as I tried to find my voice.
"Hi," he said as he held out his hand in friendship. "I'm Wesley, but my friends all call me Wes."
Even though I was uncharacteristically weak in the knees, I stood up and shook his hand. His touch was electrifying and I very nearly passed out as I discovered that I had temporarily stopped breathing.
"I'm Seth," I said with a quiver in my voice.
"My dad and I aren't far from here, just over by the lake a little more," Wes continued. "I was just gathering some wood for the fire rings before going swimming later this afternoon. We're going to do up some old fashioned s'mores when it gets dark. Do you want to join us?"
"Oh, yeah, sure!" I answered. "Sounds cool!"
"How about the tent?" Wes asked.
"The tent?" I responded with confusion.
"Yeah, the one you're fighting with right now," he said. "Want some help?"
"Oh, yeah," I said. "That would be great. Thanks!"
"No problem," he said as he knelt beside me to help me get started.
The next thing I noticed was his scent. He smelled of some kind of fruity body wash or shampoo and it was intermingling with the beginnings of a little musky sweat.
"It's brand new and these directions are not very helpful. When we're done, you'll have to let me help you gather some more wood for the fire, you know, so we're even."
"I think we have enough wood for now, but don't worry, I'm sure I'll find something else you can do to repay me later," Wes grinned. "Anyway, it looks like you have things turned around a little here. Let's take a look at those directions."
I handed them to him and he started to giggle. It was the cutest sound I'd ever heard. It was soft and melodic and very endearing.
"Did you see this?" He asked as he pointed to the document's sexually suggestive title.
"I know, huh?" I blushed. "Who would write that?"
"Well, it is pretty funny. Let me see if I can help you get `erected'." He mocked as he grinned and looked me in the eyes.
My god, his teeth were so white and perfect. I started to laugh at his joke which made him laugh even harder. We would settle down, and then burst into giggles over and over again.
"Like I said, I think you've got things backwards here."
"What do you mean?" I questioned.
"Well, shouldn't the entrance be facing the other way?"
"Oh that," I said. "I'm kinda mad at my dad right now and I don't want to even face him."
"Oh, I see," Wes said. "I kinda understand that, but it would be safer if you faced the opening in the other direction in case you need to make a quick exit in the middle of the night."
"Yeah, I guess I kinda knew that," I confessed.
The longer we worked together, the more aroused I became. This was not like me at all. This wasn't like when I was around Ruben. With him, I never got boned up unless I knew we were definitely going to get naked and mess around together. In those cases, I would get boned up right away just thinking about the jacking off we'd be doing. With this Wesley guy, I was getting turned on just being around him. My heart started racing at the thought of possibly asking Wes if he wanted to mess around for real. I found myself wishing I weren't such a coward because I knew deep down that there was no way I was going to ask him that kind of question even though I really wanted to. We turned the tent around and in a few short minutes, two tents were pitched - the one on the ground as well as the one in my pants.
"There!" he said, stepping back and admiring our handiwork. "Looks like you're all `erected' now."
I instinctively looked down at my crotch, feeling very self conscious. He followed my gaze straight to my tenting shorts. I was totally embarrassed and couldn't even speak. He smiled understandingly and grabbed himself through his shorts letting me know without question that he was just as boned as I was.
"I guess I am," I admitted and boldly added, "Since you helped get me `erected', I guess I better help you out with your freshly collected morning `wood' now."
He busted up and we both started laughing uncontrollably again.
"Sounds like a good idea," he said. "You know, you're pretty funny. Let's get this over to the wood bin and then I'll introduce you to my dad."
We gathered an armful of firewood each and then headed toward the fire rings by the lake where there was a public bin for all to share. My boner rubbed heartily from one side of my underwear to the other underneath my pants as we walked together. Each step we took stimulated my boner and reminded me of my unexpected attraction to Wes as my teenage hormones escalated out of control.
End of Chapter #1
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