Date: Wed, 9 May 2001 09:11:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: kemo cemo <cemokemo@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tag-Alongs 1

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Tag Alongs 1
<c>2001 Cemokemo

Kent and I were the tag-alongs for this trip.
Actually, the only reason we are even going is because
our brothers were going and our parents made them take
us. That didn't really matter to us though, because at
14, both of us were looking forward to hanging out
with the 'big kids'.
	My big brother, Josh, and Kent's, Kyle are both 18,
and about to be seniors in the same high school that
Kent and I are about to be freshmen in. They have been
friends since they were freshmen. Although Kent and I
have known each other since our brothers have, we went
to different middle schools and lived in different
neighborhoods, and never really hung out or did
anything together. He played with the kids in his
school and neighborhood, and I played with the ones in
mine. I hope though, that this trip would change that,
and we would become friends like our brothers. I don't
know what it is about Kent, but I really like hanging
out with him.
	Now it is August, the weekend before school
officially starts, and we are on our way to a cabin in
the middle of nowhere. There are 12 people going, 10
legitimate campers, and us, the tag-alongs. We were in
5 assorted four-wheel drive vehicles going up the side
of a mountain in Virginia. The cabin belongs to Kent
and Kyle's Grandfather, and although it is big and
private, it doesn't get used very much. It supposedly
has 50 beds, 5 wood stoves for heat, and sits on 1000
acres of land... that sounds like an exaggeration to
me, but that's what they say. Josh and Kyle had been
up there by themselves a few times this summer to get
it ready for this weekend.
	Kent and I are riding in the back seat of Josh's
Bronco, leading the supply-heavy caravan of SUV's on
the muddy, uphill trail to our fortress of solitude.
After about a half an hour of slinging mud, and
struggling to climb the steep trail, and teetering on
the verge of becoming another casualty of reckless
teenage driving, the cabin came into view. Four
chimneys rose from this two story cabin with a porch
that wrapped around the entire perimeter. It looked
like it might have 50 beds in it, and it was a lot
bigger, and more kept up than I expected it to be.
When the rest of the vehicles pulled up behind us, we
all got out and grabbed out stuff. I got my duffel bag
full of clothes, and my sleeping bag, and joined Kent
in the back of the line going into the cabin. Walking
up the porch, and into the front door, we came into a
room with a long wood table with many chairs, and a
humongus wood stove. There were three doors going off
of this room, one to our right, and two at the back.
Everybody followed Josh and Kyle into the room to the
right. It was a room as big as the kitchen/dinning
room, but it had wall to wall bunk beds. I counted
five bunks on each side, with two beds each, for a
total of 20 beds, plenty of room for everybody to
stay. It was loud, and crazy as people began fighting
over beds, and throwing their stuff on them, but after
a few minutes, everybody was happy, Kyle got everybody
quiet, and spoke.
	"Ok, now that we know who is sleeping where, lets go
get the coolers, start supper, and start DRINKING!"
Everybody responded to this by yelling 'YEAH', and
running back out to the trucks. Kent and I stayed,
standing next to our bags that were on the floor next
to us, looking at the empty beds.
	"I guess we can take that bunk at the back, nobody
else wanted it." I said.
	"Yeah." Kent said as we threw our stuff on the back
bunk, and started to walk out of the room. "Let's look
around, I haven't been here since I was 6."
	"Ok." I said, and we went back into the
kitchen/dinning room. Of the two doors at the back, we
went into the one on the right first. It was smaller
room with beds, it had a bunk, a full sized bed, and a
couch centered around a wood stove in the middle of
the room.
	"Let's go upstairs." Kent said, and we walked out of
that small room and went into the only door we hadn't
been into yet. It opened to a set of wood steps,
painted brown, and we walked up them. The room that
the stairs led to was dark, and you could barely see
anything until Kent pulled back one of the heavy army
blankets that were draped over the windows. After he
did that, you could see that this room was less used
than the other bunk rooms. There were beds, but they
looked dingy and worn, some of them had stuffing
hanging out. There was a wood stove in the middle of
the room though. There were two doors off of this
room. One of them led to a large attic type storage
space that held all kinds of stuff. There were old
things in there that were surely antiques by now.
	The other door however, lead to the nicest room in
the whole cabin. It had two beds, bunked one of top of
the other on one side of the room, and a large full of
queen sized bed near the window that looked outside
where the rest of them were trying to get a fire
started. A wood stove was near the wall opposite the
big bed, and since it was a smaller room, the wood
stove would warm the room better than any of the big
rooms.
	"Maybe we should stay up here." I said.
	"Yeah, this is like a hotel room, lets go get our
stuff." Kent said. We raced out of the room, down the
stairs and into the large bunk room that was next to
the kitchen/dining room. Josh and Kyle were in there,
digging through their bags.
	"What are you two up to?" Josh asked.
	"We are getting our stuff, we are going to sleep
upstairs." I said to my big brother.
	"You too good to stay down here with us?" Kyle asked.
	"We're only here because both our Mom and Dad's said
that you had to take us, and we kinda feel out of
place with the rest of your friends." Kent told them.
	"Well, if that's how you feel, feel free to stay up
there, and we won't bother you guys. But none of these
guys have a problem with you two, and you are welcome
to hang with us if you want to." Josh said.
	"We'll think about it. When are we going to eat?" I
asked.
	"In about ten minutes, the guys are out there
grilling the food now." Kyle said. Josh and Kyle got
whatever they were looking for in their bags and
walked out. Kent and I grabbed our stuff and toted it
upstairs. Once upstairs Kent asked me a question.
	"Do you want to share the big bed?"
	"I guess we could, since we both have sleeping bags.
It looks a lot more comfortable than those bunks
there." I said.
	"That's what I was thinking." We rolled our sleeping
bags out, and after getting our stuff ready, we heard
one of the guys call everybody into the dining room
for supper. We went downstairs and pigged out on
hamburgers, hot dogs, baked beans, chips and assorted
other kinds of good outdoor junk food. Everybody else
had beer with their meal, Kent and I had soda. The
food was good, better than I thought it would be for a
bunch of teenagers.
	After supper, and when we were done cleaning
everything up, they started a big bonfire in the fire
pit, and it started to get dark. All of the guys were
drinking, and having a good time, and Kent and I were
just watching them. It was cool to see that they were
all good friends, and I hope that one day I have that
many good friends. Josh had gone into the woods to
take a piss, and Kyle came up to Kent and I.
	"You two, come with me." He said. We walked with him
to the other side of the cabin. "There is a 6 pack of
beer upstairs for you two, under the big bed in that
smaller room. Josh would kill me if he found out about
that so make sure he doesn't find out."
	"Thanks Bro." Kent said,
	"Yeah, thanks Kyle." I said.
	"Don't mention it, especially to Josh." Kyle said as
he walked back to the bonfire and the people. We
walked back behind him, and when we got back, Josh
leaned down and whispered into my ear.
	"I put a 6 pack inside the wood stove for you and
Kent, don't tell Kyle." He said, quietly. I smiled and
whispered 'thanks' and turned to Ken.
	"It is getting a little cold, don't you think we
should bring up some wood for that wood stove?" I
said.
	"Yeah." Kent said, and we walked over to where there
was a huge pile of wood, neatly stacked, and we both
grabbed an armful. We carried it all the way up to the
room we were staying in.
	"Josh left a six-pack in the wood stove for us, so
with Kyle's, we have twelve beers!" I said.
	"That's a lot. I've never tasted beer before." Kent
said.
	"Me neither, but I've had wine before, I hate wine."
I said.
	"Uggh, wine tastes like crap." Kent said.
	"Yeah, let's get that beer out of the wood stove and
get a fire going in there, cause it is getting a
little cold in here." I said. We pulled out the beer
and set it next to the other 6 pack we had, and balled
up some newspaper that was in a basket near the wood
stove. After that, we stacked small sticks on top of
the newspaper in the wood stove, gradually adding
larger and larger sticks. After it looked big enough,
Kent got out a lighter from his bag, and lit the
newspaper. We watched as the fire creeped onto the
smaller sticks from the charred paper, and gradually
the fire spread well enough that we could close the
door, open one of the vents and not worry about it
going out.
	"Let's have a beer." I said after we shut the door to
the wood stove. I reached and pulled two beers out of
the plastic rings that bound them together. I handed
one to Kent. They were pretty cold, and we both popped
the top and heard the fizz and smelled that beer
smell.
	"On the count of three, we both take a gulp." Kent
said.
	"Ok."
	"1...2...3!" We both counted, and when we got to
three, we both turned our beers up and took manly
gulps. Swallowing hard, we both had the bitter beer
face when we were done.
	"That tasted awful, almost worse than wine!" Kent
said.
	"It's not that bad... well, yeah, that is nasty.
Maybe this stuff has gone bad." I said.
	"No, they bought it today."
	"Why do they drink this stuff anyway?"
	"To get drunk."
	"How many do you need to drink?" I asked.
	"Well, Josh and Kyle both left us a 6 pack, so I
guess three would get us drunk. They would know." Kent
said.
	"Do you want to try it?" I asked.
	"Try what?"
	"Getting drunk, we almost drank half a can, we only
need to drink three... Let's see what the big deal
is."
	"I don't know, do you think three is enough?" Kent
said.
	"If not, we do have another six-pack, come on... it
might be fun."
	"OK, but lets get our stuff ready, so we don't have
to deal with it when we are drunk." So we laid out our
sleeping bags and pillows on the big bed, and we put
some more wood in the wood stove. Sitting on the bed,
with our open beers in hand, we looked at each other,
and then took a long slug. Almost finishing the can,
and succeeding a few moments later, we discarded our
cans.
	"Do you feel anything?" I asked.
	"Do you?" Kent replied.
	"I asked you first."
	"Well, I am feeling a bit stupid, if that's what you
mean." After he said that, I could not stop laughing.
I was overwhelmed with the impulse to say something to
the effect that he always feel stupid, but I could not
stop laughing to figure out how to word it right.
	Kent looked at me for a second and bursted out
laughing himself. We both laughed for a good long
time, until we forgot what we were laughing about.
After we stopped, Kent spoke up. "I don't think we
need any more beer."
	"I think you are right. It's getting a bit warm in
here, I am going to get the shorts I brought with me
on." I climbed out of bed and walked over to my bag,
which was on the bottom bunk of the bunk beds. Kent
followed, and mentioned something about it being warm
in there too. His bag was next to mine, and we both
dug through looking for a pair of shorts. When we
found them, we took our shirts off, quickly and at the
same time. Kent was thin, like me, and didn't have any
body hair, and had that pseudo-muscular structure that
gave him definition, yet still made him skinny. Next
came the shoes, we both left our socks on, and then we
both pulled off our pants. I was wearing boxers, but
Kent was wearing white briefs that outlined his
boyhood. We both slid on our shorts and stood looking
at each other.
	"I betcha my dick is bigger than yours." Kent said,
cockily.
	"Doubt it. You probably don't even have pubes yet." I
said.
	"I've got them, do you want to see them?" He looked
at me for a response that I didn't want to give. "How
about you show me yours, and I will show you mine...
same time?"
	"Show what? Pubes? or cocks?" I asked.
	"Both."
	"Okay...Same time."
	"Alright." Kent reached down into his underwear. "You
too!" I reached into my boxers, and pulled my
stiffening cock out just as Kent pulled out his. We
were both circumsized, and both of our cocks were
getting harder every second. After a few strokes by
each of us, they were both quite hard, and we compared
sizes. His was slightly longer than mine, and mine was
a little bigger around, but we were both hovering
around 6 inches.
	"Told you." He said.
	"Mine is thicker." I said.
	"That's true." We both stood there, looking at each
other's dicks, softly stroking our own. "How often do
you jack off?" Kent asked.
	"How often do you?" I said.
	"I asked you first."
	"Okay, usually twice a day, sometimes more." I had
never even talked to anybody about jacking off. Save
crude uninformed conversations about sex, this was my
only real experience with it.
	"Me too, I do it all the time." Kent said. "I was
hoping you would say that, I am glad you were honest
about it."
	"Do you want to do it now?" I asked.
	"It looks like we already are." We were both stroking
ourselves, a little faster now, but still slowly.
	"Do you want to do it together?" I asked, hopeful
that he wouldn't call me a fag.
	"Sure, lets get on the bed though, it's hard to do
that standing up." We climbed on the bed, on our
respective sleeping bags. Kent lifted his butt and
slid his shorts and underware down to his ankles. I
did the same, and before I knew if, Kent's hand was on
my dick! He had grabbed it and was stroking it
quickly. I was going to tell him to stop, but before I
could I realized how good it felt. I though jacking
off together meant seperatly, but at the same time.
Kent obviously had a different interpretation, and I
just laid back and let it roll. Kent's hand felt warm
on me, and I reached over and began trying to jack him
off too, but I only succeeded in playing with his dick
for a little bit when all of the sudden my body tensed
up and I was shooting white seamen all over both of
us. I stopped jacking him and let my back arch a
little as my second and third squirts fell closer and
closer to the base of my penis. I laid back as Kent
gently stroked me a few more times. "Wow there, old
faithful. I never cum like that!" He said.
	"Me neither, I guess this time was... special." I
said.
	Kent leaned back and got his dick back into working
position. "Now it's your turn.."
	"Actually", I said as I started to stroke him, "It's
your turn." I tried to stroke it like I stroke myself,
and my penis got hard again as I felt the warmness
that came from the friction between his penis and my
hand. His penis seemed do... full, and on every
upstroke I felt the base of his head, and that gave me
a good feeling. I started going faster, and I noticed
his breathing increase, and soon enough, HE was
arching his back and spraying cum even farther than I
did. After five squirts, he was finally done, and I
laid back, suddenly feeling guilty for what I just
did. I pulled my shorts up, and heard Kent do the same
as I got up and got another beer for the both of us. I
got back and handed Kent his beer. He had recovered
form his orgasm, and we both had fading erections
bulging from our shorts.
	"That was..." Kent left it at that.
	"I know." We both sat up and took a long slug of
beer.
	"That doesn't make us..." He said, but I interrupted
him before he could say the word.
	"No, it doesn't. We only did that because we were
drunk."
	"That's right, and I won't tell anybody if you
don't." He said.
	"I won't. I don't want anybody to know."
	"Me neither." We both sat back and finished drinking
our beers. This was only our second one, but I was
feeling the effects. After a few minutes of forced
sipping and silent contemplation, we were done with
our beers and we threw them at the wood stove, which
by now was cranking out heat. I looked over at Kent,
and looked down at his crotch, and noticed that his
erection had barely faded at all, and he was still
bulging quite a bit. My erection had gone down all the
way, but seeing his still hard sprang mine back to
life.
	"You know... Since we already did that..." I said.
	"Yes?"
	"And now we are even more drunk, and less likely to
remember this night at all..."
	"Yes?"
	"Do you want to do some other stuff? I can see that
you still aren't 'satisfied'" I said, motioning to his
stiff member.
	"Like what kind of other stuff?" He asked, adjusting
his erection.
	"What else is there?" I said.
	"We could... suck each other's cocks." He said when
we weren't looking at each other. Neither of us looked
up, and we sat there in silence for a few moments.
	I didn't look up, but I spoke: "I'll go first."
	"At what, giving or receiving?" He said.
	I looked up at him. "I'll suck your cock."
	"Okay." He said. He took his hard cock out of the
fruit of the loom prison that was holding it, and
stroked it a bit, getting it ready for me. I leaned
down, and looked at if first. It was strange seeing a
penis from that angle. Kent made it go up and down,
bobbed it if you will, letting me know that I was
supposed to suck it, not look at it. I grabbed it with
one hand, stroked it a little, and then dove head
first into my first ever blowjob. I knew better than
to scrape my teeth, and I got all the way down until
my nose was touching his small brown patch of pubic
hair. Going back up, and sucking harder as I came
closer to the head, I developed a rhythm. Bobbing up
and down, I realized that it didn't taste like I
thought it would. I don't know what I expected, but it
simply tasted like skin, a little salty from the
seamen residue from our cross-jacking action earlier,
but it was pretty plain tasting. It didn't take long
until the rhythm and warmth became too much for Kent,
and he tried instinctively to get his penis all the
way down my throat before he he shot his load into my
mouth. I pulled my head back in time though and was
able to get every drop to fill up my mouth, and I
tasted it before swallowing hard and in one big gulp.
	"That was... fantastic..." Kent said, catching his
breath. I laid back, and my erection was protruding
rather profoundly from my shorts. Stretching out, Kent
got the hint and got into position for his turn. He
grabbed my dick while it was still in my shorts, he
stroked it a few times and then pulled my shorts and
boxers down. He immedietly put his lips on it, and
began going up and down like his life depended on it.
He was sucking hard and fast, and it made me wonder if
he had done it before. His right hand was resting on
top of my pubic hair, while the other was playing with
my balls. After a little while though, his left hand
moved down, and he found my anus. I was going to tell
him to stop, but before I could he rammed his finger
inside of me, and I came at the same time. I shot all
over his mouth, with more force and quantity than I
had ever shot in my life. He licked up all the juice,
and pulled his finger out of me. I pulled my shorts
up. I was still enjoying my post-orgasmic high, and
Kent was laying down, facing me, and he looked ready
to go to sleep. I turned on my side and faced him.
	"Can I lay closer to you?" He asked. I was about the
ask the same the same thing, I wanted to hold him, to
feel him.
	"Sure." We scooted together. I put an arm over him,
and he put and arm over me. Since I was a little
taller, his head was just below mine. We were
perfectly comfortable, and soon, we both drifted off
to sleep.

---***---

	Very early the next morning, just as the sun began to
rise over the horizon, I woke up with a start. The
room had gotten considerably colder, and Kent and I
were holding each other very tightly, trying to keep
each other warm. Kent wasn't up yet. When my head
cleared, I saw that I was laying in bed, nearly naked,
holding onto another boy. I immedietly got free of
him, and started to get dress. Kent tried to snuggle
up to himself, but soon he got so cold that he woke
up. I was already dressed, and was rolling my sleeping
bag up.
	"What happened last night?" Kent asked, rubbing the
sleep out of his eyes.
	"I don't remember." I did remember, but I wish I
didn't.
	"Me neither." He said, and he got up and started to
get dressed too. Not another word was spoken between
us until we got downstairs with our stuff. We ate some
honey-buns for breakfast, and we got all the gear back
into the trucks and headed home.


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