Mikey's POV
No one has to tell me that I have the best big brother in the
whole world, I've always known that, right from when I was just a
little kid. And then there's Johnny. Johnny is my brother's boyfriend,
but I'm not supposed to tell anyone outside the family that. I don't
really understand why, but dad says not all people are as open-minded
as we are, whatever that means. All I know is this, I love my big
brother, and I love Johnny, and if they make each other happy, which
they do, then that's all I need to know.
I think Robert and Johnny were kinda surprised that I knew what kind of stuff they did, well...not all of it, but like I told them, I'm nine, and not a little kid anymore. Besides, maybe I've done some of that stuff too. Joe Jr., my cousin, is about a year older than me, and he knows way more stuff than me, and he was glad to tell me all about it. Not just tell me, but show me some of that stuff, and guess what? It was a lot of fun.
I kinda knew about some of it, like that rubbing my wiener on the bed or against a stuffed animal felt good, but I never really thought about doing anything with another person. At first, my cousin called what we were doing 'hot dog' games, but eventually he said we should start using grown up names for that stuff. He said I shouldn't use the word 'wiener', or 'hot dog' anymore, and to call it a dick, or a cock, or a pecker, or a peter. I laughed at that last one. Peter, sounds like a boy's name, and wasn't there a Peter in the bible? Joe got a good laugh out of that one when I mentioned it, and he said that must've hurt if a Peter got slammed between the pages in the Bible.
So, when I'm around Joe, I usually call it my dick, cause I sorta like that name, but I've heard Robert and Johnny use the other words, when they didn't know I was listening, so I guess Joe is right, and big boys don't say wiener or hot dog anymore.
Anyway, when Joe showed me how to touch my...dick, and I found out how good it felt, I was wondering why I'd never thought of that stuff before now. I mean, sure I'd touched it when it was stiff, like in the morning, and it felt...kinda good, but this was something else. He called it jacking off, which made me laugh again. Another boy's name, Jack, and I wondered why it was called that. I'd learn later that there were other names for it, and that the proper name for it was masturbating. That sounded even weirder than jacking off, so I stuck with that.
The first time we did it was at Joe's house, and boy oh boy was it fun. Fun till my Uncle Joe caught us, and I was so scared we were going to be in big trouble. I cried a little, but my Uncle Joe was so nice and told us what we were doing wasn't bad at all, but that we needed to be more careful about where we did it, cause it was private stuff. That really made me feel good, not just about what we were doing, but about my Uncle Joe who was so nice and loved us so much. Just like Robert, Uncle Joe was my favorite, and not just cause he lived two houses down from us.
So, Joe Jr. and me were real careful from then on, and we never got caught again. We learned lots of new stuff too, but somehow I knew there was more stuff that we hadn't figured out yet. I wanted to ask Robert and Johnny about that stuff, but I guess I was afraid they'd think I was bad for wanting to do that stuff, even if they did that stuff themselves. I know it was silly to think that way, but I didn't want my big brothers to think I was a weird kid, or bad, or anything. They liked to think of me as their little brother who was innocent and stuff, and I guess I wanted them to keep thinking that way, even if it meant I couldn't get the answers to my questions.
Then came the campout. I knew we'd all be sharing a tent, which wasn't a new thing for us, but this time I was hoping I'd get up enough nerve to ask about that stuff I'd been wondering about. Like what Robert and Johnny did in bed. I was sure it was more than just touching wieners, I mean dicks, and I knew they kissed, and I wondered about that too. Was it icky, like kissing a girl, or was it fun? I had so many questions, but I didn't know if I'd get up the nerve to ask any of them.
When I woke up that night and found Robert and Johnny were gone, I pretty much figured out that they must've wanted to be alone. I knew they wouldn't go far, and at first I thought they might be in the Bug Bus, which by the way is my favorite car in the whole world. It is so cool, and I love riding in it. When I grow up I'm gonna get one just like it.
Anyway, I waited a while so my big brothers could have time to have their fun, and kiss, or whatever, but eventually I really needed to pee. I thought that would be a good time to check on them, but I made sure they weren't doing anything before I walked over where they were sitting on the picnic table.
They seemed relaxed, but I could tell they'd been up to
something from the happy looks on their faces. I asked em if they had
fun, and I was surprised when Robert said they had. He also said they
loved each other very much, which I knew, cause I loved them too, and
that they always had fun. I wanted to ask them what kind of fun they
had, but I was too shy to do that. There were so many things I
wanted to know, but I just couldn't find the nerve to ask the
questions I needed answers to.
We did talk some that night, and I confessed what had
happened with me and Joe Jr., and Robert acted shocked or something. I
guess he really does think I'm just a little kid who doesn't know
anything, but I was afraid to tell him too much.
We went back to the tent after that and I pretended to sleep as I lay there watching Robert and Johnny snuggle up in the dark. I wanted someone to snuggle with too, and I thought about all the times I'd sneaked into Robert's room and got into bed with him. He never sent me away, and he always snuggled with me and made me feel so safe and loved. I got kind of weepy just thinking about that, and I couldn't help myself from scooting closer and snuggling into my big brother.
Suddenly, Robert snaked his arm around me and pulled me tight, and I sighed really deep and snuggled in tighter. With my big brother hugging me and making me feel like I was the most important thing in the world, I fell asleep.
The next day I was excited to go swimming and see if our new friends John and Fred showed up again. I didn't tell Robert and Johnny, but me and John did some nasty stuff while we were riding the tube down. John started it by touching my dick through my trunks and it made me get hard. I liked it a lot, and when he put his hand down my trunks and touched my dick for real, I liked it even more. When it was his turn to sit on my lap I did the same thing to him and we took turns sitting on each other's lap so we could touch each other's dick on the way down. I don't think anyone noticed, but I think Fred knew what we were doing, and that made me wonder if him and John did that stuff at home. It must be really cool to have a brother that close in age, but then I thought about my cousin Joe, and we were almost like brothers, and we did do that stuff.
I couldn't believe Robert invited Fred and John to camp with us, and I was really surprised that their grandpa said yes. That was about the neatest thing I could think about ever happening, but I did wonder how we'd all fit in the tent. I shouldn't have worried though, because Robert and Johnny already had that figured out by the time we got back to the campsite.
First was dinner though, but Robert and Johnny had some ideas about that too. Instead of cooking, Johnny drove us to this town close by and we sat under a shade tree at this picnic table and had hamburgers, fries and shakes. The food was really good, but I'd eaten there before with Robert and Johnny, so I knew just how good it would be. John and Fred acted like it was the best food they'd ever ate though, and I wondered if they ever got to eat out like this or if they ate at home all the time. When I thought about it, they'd acted really happy about the sandwiches Robert made for them, and that made me a little sad to think something that simple was special to them.
After we ate our burgers, Robert suggested we go down on the rocks. I knew what he meant cause we'd gone there bunches of times and even shot off fireworks there one time, but John and Fred wanted to know what the rocks were.
The rocks are these huge rocks, like boulders, that are on the downstream side of the lake that backs up to Disney Dam. A long bridge runs across the dam and we had to cross that to get to the place we ate, but I guess the boys didn't notice the rocks as we drove over it. They were probably looking at the lake on the other side, which is pretty cool too.
Anyway, once I explained where we were going, John and Fred were really excited and kept jumping around like they had ants in their pants. It didn't take long to get to the turnoff that led below the dam, and once we'd turned down the hill we could see the rocks, and they got even more excited.
Robert explained that the water running over the rocks sometimes moved them around when the gates were open, but most of the time the water came through the gates at the same rate. He also said the dam generated electricity, but I already knew that cause we'd taken a tour of the dam with mom and dad when I was seven.
Johnny parked the Bug Bus in the usual place and Robert and Johnny led the way down the steep path to the rocks below. Once we got to the bottom, we could see pools of water trapped here and there, and Johnny retold that story about how he'd caught a big fish in one of those pools with his shirt when he was just a kid.
We explored the whole place, and John and Fred acted like this was the most fun they'd ever had in their lives. I thought about all the neat stuff I got to do with Robert and Johnny, with my folks, and with Uncle Joe and my cousins, and I sorta felt sorry for the two boys. I was glad we'd brought them with us, and I hoped they'd have a lot more fun before the camping trip was over.
Eventually, the sun started to go down and Robert said we should get back to the campsite before the werewolves came out. I laughed, but Fred acted kind of scared until John told him Robert was only kidding and there wasn't any such thing as werewolves.
Back at camp, the sun was just setting and Robert and Johnny started building a big fire to light things up and keep the bugs away. I figured we'd roast marshmallows like we always did and tell ghost stories and stuff. I knew the brothers would like that, and I was happy to share my two older brothers with them.
For once Robert didn't suggest we take a shower, I guess he
figured we were clean enough after swimming all day, even if we did
get kind of sweaty down on the rocks. Maybe he just didn't want to
sound too pushy with John and Fred, but I really wouldn't have minded
if we did take a shower, cause I was hoping I could see John and Fred
naked.
We roasted marshmallows and had a can of pop as we sat around the fire, and pretty soon Johnny started telling a scary story. Fred scooted in closer to me, but it was John that I really wanted to get close to. I didn't have to wait long though, even if he did pretend to be all brave and stuff, pretty soon scooted in as close as Fred was, and that felt pretty good.
Our legs were pressing together, and I felt his hand on mine suddenly, and I took it, just to make him not feel so scared, and we sort of held hands while Johnny told the story. I don't think anyone else noticed though, cause it was pretty dark out, and Robert and Johnny were on the far side of the fire and sitting so close together they could have been one person, ha ha.
Anyway, the story finally ended with Johnny shouting boo at the end, and Fred and John both jumped, then they laughed real hard and John dropped my hand like a hot potato. I wished he'd kept holding it, but I hoped that later we might do more than just hold hands.
I was wrong about the showers, Robert finally said he and Johnny were going to go take a shower and that it was up to us guys if we wanted to or not. Since Fred and John didn't have any clean clothes to change into, they decided they didn't need to shower, but I was kind of disappointed. Then I got a good idea. I'd brought extra shorts, and Fred was about my size, and John wasn't much bigger, so I offered to lend them a pair of my shorts. That way we could all take a shower, and I was hoping I'd get to take mine with John.
John didn't seem too excited about borrowing some of my shorts at first, but I kept giving him my puppy dog eyes, and I think he finally figured things out, and he said yes. Fred went along with whatever John said, and so he accepted my offer too, and we went off to pick out shorts for them.
Fortunately, one of the pairs of shorts mom had got at the dime store was a little bigger, and they looked like they would fit John just fine. Fred was easy to fit since he was about my size, and soon we were ready to go.
Robert grabbed a towel for the two boys and everyone piled into the Bug Bus and we were off to the bathrooms. Robert and Johnny said they'd go first, and maybe us three boys could shower at once and save time. Thank you Robert, I thought to myself, cause now I didn't have to be the one to suggest it.
John and Fred just shrugged like it was no big deal to them and we puttered around outside chasing fireflies and stuff while we waited for Robert and Johnny to shower. They didn't take long, and after drying off and slipping on shorts and tee shirts, they sat in the Bug Bus and waited for us boys to take our shower.
I'd brought my bar of soap and my little bottle of Prell shampoo and told the boys I'd share it with them. I was kinda nervous at first, but as soon as we'd pulled the curtain to the changing area closed, John and Fred were out of their trunks in no time flat.
I guess I was staring at their naked bodies, cause suddenly John laughed and asked me if I was going to get nekkid or take my shower in my trunks. I was nervous, but since John had already touched my dick and sort of seen it too, I finally dropped my trunks and stood there just as naked as they were.
John looked me over for a minute, then started the shower, and the three of us crowded in and tried to get wet all at once. We wound up taking turns under the shower head, then swapped the bar of soap and shampoo around till we were all three clean, head to toe, then took turns under the shower head to rinse off.
There wasn't much time for anything except looking, and I sure did my share of that, but then so did the brothers, especially John. I liked how John's body looked, and noticed that his dick was like mine, which I guess I already knew from handling it in the creek, and that it was a little bigger than mine, but not that much. Fred's dick was actually a little smaller than mine, but that was soft, and I didn't get to see it hard, not then anyway, so it was hard to tell how big it really was.
We eventually turned off the shower and stepped out into the changing area and started drying off, talking as we did, and looking at each other some more. I noticed one big difference between the two boys, Fred's butt was kinda skinny, but John's was nice and round, and kinda nice to look at. I guess until then I hadn't thought much about butts, boys' or girls', but after that day, I started paying more attention to that part of other kids' bodies.
We finally slipped on our shorts, and I was right, the brothers' shorts fit just fine. We gathered up our stuff then and walked out to the Bug Bus, and as we climbed in, Robert laughed and asked if we'd washed behind our ears.
John surprised us all by saying, Yeah, and we washed our butts too. That caused everyone to laugh, even me, even if I did turn red hearing him talk like that to my brother. Robert just laughed it off and said that was his next question, causing us to laugh again as Johnny drove us back to camp.
We put our dirty clothes in the bag Robert kept in the back of the Bug Bus, and he said that tomorrow we'd drive to Disney to the laundromat and wash them. I liked the laundromat, cause across the street from there was this cool place called a flea market and they had all kinds of neat things for sale, for cheap. We'd gone there a few times before, but we never bought much, mostly just looked around at all the neat stuff they had.
It was almost ten o'clock by then and I could tell John and Fred were getting tired, cause so was I, but Robert and Johnny looked like they could go all night. It was then that I found out what Robert and Johnny had decided about who would sleep where.
I was disappointed at first, but after I got to thinking
about it, I decided it might be better this way. Robert and Johnny
were going to fold up the seats in the Bug Bus and sleep in the back
so us boys could have the tent to ourselves.
It would be my first time ever sleeping outside without Robert or Johnny by my side, but I knew they'd be closeby if I needed them. I was pretty sure nothing would happen, but it was nice to know they were there anyway.
The two brothers didn't seem to care where they slept, but I
did notice John nudging his brother and whispering something in his
ear that made him grin really big.
Robert did some rearranging in the tent, then pulled out one of the mats we slept on for him and Johnny. That still left two mats for us three to share, and once Robert was gone, I plopped down in the middle, claiming my place.
John and Fred fell down beside me, and for a while we talked with the flashlight on, then John said we should turn off the light and I did. We laid there for a minute not talking at all, then John sort of scooted in closer to me and I felt his hand on my arm.
He asked me if I remembered what we did in the creek and I laughed. I didn't know how much Fred knew, or if this was our secret or what, but I should've known better.
Fred giggled and said, you guys touched each other's wiener, didn't you? and I blushed really red, but I giggled too. Then to prove he was okay with that kind of stuff, Fred reached down and honked my dick, causing me to squeal.
John laughed, and then he did it too, only he held on a lot
longer, then pretty soon we were all doing it to each other, and of
course we all got boners. Fred's dick turned out to be about the same
size as mine once he got hard, but John was definitely bigger. I mean
after all, he was 12, and 12 was way older than me or Fred.
I even found out that John had some hairs around his dick, which definitely meant he was a big boy and not a little kid like me and Fred, but he didn't act all snotty or anything with us. He liked touching wieners, I mean dicks, and so did we, and for a while we play wrestled and grabbed each other down there till we were so hard it hurt.
I guess John had done stuff with older boys and he knew a lot more than we did, but it was Fred who seemed to be leading things that way. Before I knew what was happening, Fred had tugged off his shorts and was buck naked. To prove that to me he grabbed my hand and put it on his naked dick and balls, and I felt around just to make sure that he really was naked.
Well, John was next, and once he had his shorts off, he said I should take mine off too, cause it was only fair...so, I did. It felt really good, but scary to be naked in the tent with these two boys, and I worried a little that Robert or Johnny might come check on us, but they never did. I guess they were too busy playing their own 'hot dog games', ha ha.
So now we were naked, but for some reason we weren't touching each other like we had been doing when we still had our shorts on. I wondered what was next, but I didn't want to start anything myself. I figured it would be John who started anything, but I was wrong, it was Fred again.
Suddenly, Fred was climbing over me, his hard dick pressing
into me as he passed over me before he plopped down on top of John
causing them both to giggle. Next thing I knew they were wrestling
around, pushing against each other and grunting, but I don't think
they were really wrestling. I could tell they were pressing their
dicks together and I guess that felt really good.
Then suddenly Fred rolled off his brother and onto me and
started doing that to me. I could feel his hard dick pressing against
me and my dick was pressed into his leg and it felt really good. I
pretend wrestled with him, pressing back, but we both knew what we
were doing. It felt really good and I could tell Fred was enjoying it
as much as I was.
John rolled onto his side and just watched us, but I noticed he was rubbing his dick as he did. Then suddenly Fred stopped moving and he looked over at John and said, hey, want me to show Mikey that sucking thing?
What did he mean? Well, I found out real quick, cause as soon
as John nodded, Fred rolled off me and John rolled onto his back, and
then Fred was between his legs and holding his dick in his hand.
At first I thought he was just gonna rub it for him, like me and Joe Jr. did sometimes, but suddenly he lowered his head and put John's dick in his mouth. I stared at him and shook my head, thinking how dirty and nasty that must be, after all, pee came out of there, but it was kind of exciting to watch too, and my dick was throbbing just from watching.
John threw his hand over his eyes and moaned or something, then he reached down and grabbed Fred's head and sort of forced him down on his dick and started thrusting up into his mouth. Fred didn't seem to mind at all, and in fact I think he really liked what he was doing.
As I watched the two, I couldn't help but rub my own dick,
and I felt that tingly feeling starting that I'd only started getting
recently. I slowed down some cause I wanted it to last, but suddenly
John cried out and thrust up one more time, then he fell down on the
mat and flopped around like a fish.
Fred seemed to understand what had happened and quit moving, just holding John's dick in his mouth as he flopped around. Then when John settled down, Fred pulled off his dick and smiled at me. Then he did the weirdest thing, he opened his mouth, and there was this white stuff in there. It looked gross, like snot, and I wondered, did that come out of John's dick?
Well, it did, and I found out that night about sperm, or cum, as the boys called it. Wow, that was so weird that I thought they must be kidding me, but I got a chance to see that stuff come out of John's dick later, and I knew it was the truth.
So John had got that good feeling now, and he was just resting, but Fred still wanted to play, and so did I. I thought about what I'd just seen Fred do to John, and I wondered if John ever did it back to Fred or if it was a one way thing. I even thought about offering to do that to Fred, but I still wasn't sure. I mean, what if it tasted awful and I puked? That wouldn't be much fun for either of us, but I did want to do something, anything, maybe just not that.
Fortunately, I guess Fred wanted to do something too, cause he started wrestling me again, this time really humping against me, like I used to do my stuffed animals, before I found out how to do it right.
His face was only inches from mine and he was staring into my
eyes, a really goofy look on his face and suddenly he darted closer
and kissed me on the lips. Now that was something I'd wondered about,
and even though it was more of a peck then a kiss, I thought it felt
nice.
Fred just kind of smiled then and laid his head on my shoulder, but he kept on squirming against me, slowly but steadily, and that was nice too. Eventually, we both got that tingly desperate feeling and we started rubbing together faster and harder, and then it hit me, and I stiffened as that good feeling started in my groin and traveled all through my body.
I was sweaty and panting by then, and I felt Fred stiffen and I guessed he was getting that feeling too. John, who was watching us closer now, just grinned and reached over and slapped Fred on the butt, which caused him to giggle.
Fred finally rolled off me and we three just laid there for a while not saying anything. I felt a little embarrassed, but not guilty or anything, especially after talking with Robert and Johnny and finding out this stuff wasn't bad or sinful, even if it was private.
John finally said he was tired and was going to go to sleep, and then he rolled over facing away from us and just like that, he was asleep. Fred rolled onto his side facing me and then scooted a little closer, and a little closer, till he was touching me, then he threw his arm over me and sighed.
It felt kind of nice having Fred snuggled up to me, and his
arm across me, and I thought about all the times I'd slept snuggled up
to Robert or Johnny or both. I sighed too, and before I knew what was
happening, I was asleep.
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Johnny and I had a wonderful time in the Bug Bus that night,
but we couldn't help but wonder what was going on in the tent. Once or
twice we thought we heard moaning and giggling, but we didn't worry.
Mikey could take care of himself and if he needed us he'd let us know.
I had a feeling he and the two brothers were going to have some fun of
their own, and I let my mind rest there and concentrated on Johnny.
If you've ever made love in the back of a VW bus, then you know what I mean when I say it was a challenge, but a fun one. We were parked with the tail end of the bus facing the wooded hill, so we left the door open for fresh air, and boy did we need it. We started off by sucking each other to a glorious orgasm, then kissed and snuggled till we were ready for the main event, namely Johnny fucking me senseless. After resting a bit, Johnny returned the favor and I filled him up with my love.
We probably didn't fall asleep till around two am, but boy did we sleep. Fortunately I awoke early enough to slip my shorts back on and wake Johnny to do the same. We both needed to pee, and since it was still early, we used the tree rather than walk all the way to the bathrooms. It was still early so we piled back in the bus and slept an hour or two longer and when I awoke next it was to Mikey shaking me.
"Bubber, we're hungry," Mikey said getting right up in my face.
I pretended to be asleep at first, then grabbed him and pulled him down, kissing his cute face and causing him to giggle. Johnny roused then, saw what was happening and proceeded to tickle my little brother, causing him to squirm around in an attempt to break free.
John and Fred watched with big grins on their faces, looking as if they'd like to join in the melee, and I gave them a big smile.
"Good morning guys. Mikey says you're hungry. What are you gonna fix us for breakfast?" I teased.
"Biscuits," Fred said without missing a beat.
"Biscuits? all right. Get to it," I joked.
"Got any flour, and eggs, and milk?" he said seriously.
"Yeah, but I have something even better, canned biscuits," I said, finally sitting up and dragging Mikey out of the bus with me.
We stood and I stretched, then realized I needed to pee again. Apparently everyone needed to as well, and after we took care of that, Johnny and I started breakfast.
After cooking bacon, potatoes, and eggs, we deep-fried the biscuits in a pan of Crisco and sprinkled them with cinnamon sugar, and breakfast was ready.
The two brothers ate slowly, seemingly savoring each bite as they joined Mikey in noisy chatter. I smiled at Johnny and he smiled back. It was obvious the three were good friends now, and I wished there was some way they could stay in touch, but unfortunately that was not to be.
The boys were happy to help with cleanup, and after we'd finished, we headed to the bathroom to pee, or whatever, and wash up a little. I asked the boys what they wanted to do today, expecting them to say swimming, but Mikey suggested we go walk across the spillway. That sounded like a good idea to Johnny and me, and the two brothers excitedly agreed as well, saying they'd never been on the other side.
We dressed in shorts and tees, Mikey lending tees to the two brothers, and I insisted the boys wear their tennis shoes, which fortunately the brothers had brought with them.
The day was heating up fast and the spray from the discharge pipe felt good as we made our way across the ledge and onto the spillway platform. Above us, the spillway loomed, thousands of gallons of water just on the other side of it, some splashing over the side and running down the curved structure in rivulets.
The brothers seemed a little concerned at first, but Mikey's
calming presence soon had them laughing and talking as we made our way
across the slippery cement deck of the spillway. On the far side,
Johnny and I helped the boys up the steep path to the top of the
spillway where the little cement rest area was.
I couldn't help but think about the first time I'd been here with Johnny and our friends, and the fun times we'd had there. We'd been bold and daring when it came to fooling around in the open back then, and I wondered, if Johnny and I weren't around, would the three younger boys have been just as daring? I had no doubt they'd already messed around, it showed in the way they treated each other today. Sly looks, secret whispers, touches that said they were now on an intimate basis. I knew those signs from my own experiences, and I accepted them for what they were. Mikey was growing up, changing, learning, and following in my own footsteps. How could I question the validity of that. The boys ran on ahead then, leaving Johnny and me to stare after them.
"They must've had some fun last night," Johnny chuckled, "remind you of anyone?"
"Yes, us...when we weren't much older than Mikey."
"They're a good looking bunch, aren't they?" Johnny said sincerely, "shame they can't stay friends."
"I was thinking that myself, but at least they have this time together. Sometimes we just have to take what's there, and not worry about what's next," I sighed.
"Wow, that's deep," Johnny said slipping an arm around me.
For a minute I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead he pulled me into a hug and just held me for a moment, "You're worried about moving away from your family, aren't you?"'
"Nah," I lied, "not really. We've been living away from them for three years now, and it's not like we're moving to the moon or anything."
"But it's Mikey you're really worried about, isn't it?"
"You know me so well," I sighed, "yeah, he's just such a special little guy, and I'll miss seeing him every day, but we'll find time to visit, and he can come stay with us..."
"Yeah, or we could just kidnap him and take him with us," Johnny joked.
"Yeah, like mom and dad would let us," I snorted, "but maybe it's time they had another one," I joked.
"Hey, not a bad idea," Johnny laughed, "you should suggest that."
"Gross," I laughed, "you know what they have to do to make a baby...?"
Johnny laughed, "Yeah, I think so. We pretty much did that last night."
"If only you could get pregnant," I joked.
"Hey, why me?"
"You're right, I'd have your baby in a heartbeat if I could," I said sincerely.
"Come on, let's see what the trio is up to," Johnny said tugging me along by the hand.
The three looked up when we approached, then Mikey jumped up and ran to us, taking my other hand. The two brothers watched us, looking a little envious perhaps, and I gave them a smile.
If they thought it was odd that Johnny and I were so close, they never let on, but in my experience, boys that age were pretty open-minded. Look how many of our friends we'd introduced to boy sex and none of them had turned us down.
We lingered on the overlook for about a half hour, staring
out at the lake and discussing our plans for the day. Johnny suggested
we go back to camp and drive around to the other side of the lake and
show the boys the sites over there. Afterwards, we headed to Disney
and the laundromat, and while our clothes washed, we checked out the
flea market across the street.
Nothing was very expensive there, and when the brothers found some plastic boats they seemed to take a fancy to, I offered to buy them, and after some consideration they agreed. They said they could share them later when we went swimming, which was the next item on our agenda.
Johnny went back to the laundromat to put the clothes in the
dryer, and when he returned we checked out the rest of the flea
market. Johnny discovered an old painting that he found interesting,
not so much for the painting but for the frame, and he talked the
owner into taking two bucks for it.
After we had our laundry folded and back in the van, Johnny drove us across the dam bridge, no pun intended, and we had lunch at the same drive-in as the night before. This time however, we had foot long coneys instead of hamburgers, and chocolate dip cones afterwards.
Danny and Eric
Back at camp, it was finally time to hit the water again. The boys seemed really excited to get back in the creek again, this time playing with the boats we'd bought at the flea market, while Johnny and I floated in the inner tubes nearby.
The creek was busier today, with several families enjoying the cool water. A woman who appeared to be in her 40s sat on a blanket beneath one of the shade trees, and she seemed to be watching a group of kids, boys and girls, in the shallow part of the creek. Across the creek on the deep side, two teenage boys were taking turns diving off the rocks there, and my attention went to them immediately.
They appeared to be 16 or so, but it was hard to tell from that distance. One thing was obvious though, both had very nice muscular bodies. I imagined they were friends, rather than brothers, since one of the boys had brown hair and lighter skin than the other boy who had dark hair. I decided the dark haired boy might be Native American, or as we called them back then, Indians.
Both were good looking boys, that was easy to see even from a distance, but the dark haired boy was especially attractive to me, with his long eyelashes, bushy eyebrows, and big brown eyes. His handsome face seemed to always be wearing a smile, and I could hear his happy laughter ringing out across the canyon.
"Hot boys, aren't they?" Johnny said, noticing my staring.
"Very," I agreed, "once we were that young, having fun like that," I sighed.
"Now we're older, but still having fun," Johnny reminded me, "you make it sound like we're 90 and using a cane."
"I know," I laughed, "just...I guess I miss those days when the toughest thing we had to decide was who was staying over at whose house."
"I always preferred your house, until we moved to the new house," Johnny informed me. I hated the house by the school. The farmhouse wasn't bad though."
I looked at Johnny and smiled, "I liked the farm...and if you hadn't moved there, we'd never have met Caleb, and granny wouldn't have adopted Tony, and..."
"Yeah, strange how things work out, isn't it. What's that verse in the Bible? something about everything having it's season or whatever."
"Yeah, our lives have certainly taken some twists and turns to get us where we are today, especially yours. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if you hadn't moved back to Pryor. Would we have made things work long distance or would you have wound up with Caleb?" I teased.
"Don't be silly, I loved you then and I loved you now, and no one would have taken your place. Things were supposed to work the way they did, and here we are, happier than ever, and still together."
The two boys diving off the rocks were swimming our way now, and our attention quickly turned to them, both of us no doubt hoping we'd get a better look at them. Johnny and I might be in love, but there was no harm in looking at other hot boys, was there?
"Hey," the brown-haired boy said as the two got within speaking distance.
"Hi," I said smiling. Damn, the kid was even hotter and cuter
up close, but it was his buddy that really turned me on.
"That your VW?" the dark haired boy said then.
"It's Johnny's," I said, pointing at my lover, "I'm Robert, by the way."
"I'm Eric," the blond said, and "he's Danny."
"What tribe are you?" Johnny asked then, and I mentally thanked him for being so bold.
"Choctaw," Danny said grinning, "my mom is full-blood, my dad is three quarter, so that makes me...an Injun," he laughed.
I liked him right away, he was not only good looking, but had
a good sense of humor, even going so far as to joke about his own
heritage.
"You live around here?" I asked, wanting to know as much about the boys as possible.
"In Salina," Eric replied, "I drove us up to swim, that's my
Mustang over there," He said pointing to a green Mustang convertible
that I'd noticed earlier.
"Cool, so you're at least 16," I said softly, then realizing I'd said that out loud, I blushed.
"17," Eric chuckled, "why, how old are you guys?"
"22," I volunteered, "just finished college in fact."
"Oh cool, where'd you go?" Danny asked, and when I told them we'd gone to NSU, he said he had folks in Tahlequah, and we talked about the town for a while.
"You guys thirsty?" I said after a while, "we have pop in the van."
"Sure, I could use one," Eric said, "thanks."
"Hold on," I said, "gotta check in on my little brother and his friends first," I said swimming over to the three and explaining what was going on. I expected them to want to come out and get a drink too, but they said they were having too much fun and they wanted to play some more. I gave them the usual warnings, then joined the others, who were already on the bank.
"They good?" Johnny asked.
"Yeah, they said they're having too much fun to get a drink now," I laughed as the four of us walked the short distance to the Bug Bus.
After getting our drink, we walked over to Eric's car and checked it out. It wasn't brand new, but it was in great shape, clean inside and out, and very nice. I imagined it was a real pussy wagon and that the two probably had all the female company they could stand. Of course, I liked to imagine that they might enjoy each other's company that way as well, but then I was a bit jaded from my own experiences. I knew not every guy messed around with other guys, even if it seemed like most of the ones we met did.
"I bet your girlfriend loves this car," Johnny said grinning, "though it must be hard to make out with that center console."
"And no back seat," I added laughing.
Eric laughed nervously, giving Danny a shy smile, then something unspoken seemed to pass between them. If I hadn't liked boys myself, I might not have noticed that look, or knew the significance of it, but it was obvious to me, and to Johnny as well, that these two were, or had been intimate at some point.
"We're kind of busy for that stuff," Eric said blushing a bit, "we both play football, and baseball, and we workout a lot..."
"And it shows," I said daring to be so bold as to grab Eric's bicep and give it a squeeze.
"Oh, yeah..." Eric laughed, then making a muscle so we could see just how big his guns were.
"Robert and I work out too," Johnny teased, "but in bed mostly."
"Johnny!" I said in shock. We hardly knew these two boys, and even if I was right and they liked each other that way, it was kind of early to be revealing our own proclivities.
"What?" Johnny laughed, "we're all studs here, no secrets, right guys...?"
"Yeah," Eric said smiling, but he still seemed a little unsure of what Johnny meant.
"So, I've heard Salina is a big baseball town, that right?" I said, in an attempt to change the subject.
"Yeah, yeah...and football. Not much else going on there," Danny laughed, "practically everyone in town shows up for the games, plus people from the campsites and stuff."
"That's cool, you guys any good?" Johnny joked.
"Danny is," Eric said quickly, giving his friend a warm smile, "he'll probably get a scholarship to somewhere like OSU or OU. Wherever he goes, I'll probably go there too."
"Oh wow, that's cool," I said sincerely. So, if Eric was willing to follow Danny to whichever university he went to...there must be more between them than just friendship, I reasoned.
"We didn't get a scholarship, but we knew from the start that we'd both go to the same college," Johnny said, giving me one of his bedroom smiles and causing a stiffening in my groin area.
"Oh, you guys been friends a long time?" Danny wondered.
"Since we were in diapers, or that's what my mom says," I laughed, "but actually, we met in first grade, and we been friends ever since," I added, returning Johnny's sexy smile and raising him a wink.
"Just friends?" Danny asked boldly, while Eric seemed to be trying to decide whether to run, or stay and see how this all played out.
"Let's just say, unofficially we're a couple," Johnny said grinning.
"Oh, man, that is so cool," Danny said looking at Eric with obvious love in his eyes, "we thought we were the only two guys in Oklahoma that felt that way."
"Wait, you guys are...boyfriends?" Eric said, looking surprised, but relieved.
"Guilty," I laughed, "have been since we were about 12."
"No way, that's so cool," Danny said excitedly, "we didn't meet till we were 14, but I think we knew right away that we liked each other that way, or at least I did."
"I felt the same way, but I was too chickenshit to make the first move. It was Danny who took the bull by the horns, as my dad says."
"So, tell us about it," Johnny said with obvious prurient interest, well...I was interested too.
"Umm...it was at a sleepover at...your house, right?" Danny said, looking at Eric who nodded, "we were almost 15 by then, and kind of old for sleepovers, but our folks were good friends, and we were like one big family so...I guess it didn't seem weird to them. Anyway, Eric's room is upstairs and his folks room is downstairs. His older brother had just gone away to college that year, so we had the whole upstairs to ourselves."
"You were supposed to sleep in Greg's old room..." Eric laughed, "that's what my folks thought anyway."
"Yeah, but we always slept in your bed. They never came upstairs once we went up there, which was a good thing," Danny chuckled.
"Tell them how you tricked me into doing stuff that night," Eric laughed.
"Tricked?" Danny laughed, "You sure didn't seem to mind getting 'tricked' as I recall."
"Well, you know what I mean..." Eric said blushing.
"Okay, well...like I said, we were almost 15 then, and we'd
started puberty back when we were like 13 or something, so by the time
we met we were way into it. The whole hormone thing, hard-ons, and
jacking ten times a day," Danny laughed.
"We talked about that stuff, but up until that night we'd never even seen each other naked. Oh sure, in underwear or swimwear, but never naked, though I did catch a glimpse of Eric's dick once or twice while we were peeing."
"Peeking is more like it," Eric laughed, "but hell, I was doing it too. That's how I knew Danny was uncut, but go on, this is your story..."
"Yeah, well...that night I came prepared. I had an older cousin that showed me some dirty books he had, and I asked to borrow one. He thought I just wanted it to look at while I jacked off, and I let him think that. In fact, he just told me to keep it, cause he had plenty, and he didn't want it back with the pages stuck together with my sperm," Danny laughed.
"Oh man, so you took it to Eric's that night? Good plan," Johnny laughed.
"Yeah, and as soon as we were in his room and the door shut, I pulled it out of my gym bag and threw it on the bed in front of him."
"I'd never seen a dirty book like that before," Eric
chuckled, a gleam in his eyes as he remembered, "it was in color, and
there were lots of naked girls in it...but not that many guys."
"Yeah, but there were a few," Danny added, "cause I jerked off to them a bunch of times. Anyway, as soon as Eric saw those naked pictures he was hard as a rock, and I knew there was no way he wasn't going to want to jack off and get some relief. We sat there side by side on his bed turning the pages, him holding one side of the book, and me the other, our legs and shoulders pressing together the whole time, and our dicks so hard they felt like they'd break if we touched them."
"Breaking wasn't what I was afraid of," Eric laughed, "I was afraid I'd shoot off and drown both of us."
"Yeah, I know, I felt the same way, but I didn't want to shoot alone. I wanted us to do it together..."
"So, how did you convince him?" I wondered.
"Didn't take much convincing," Danny explained, "after about an hour of this torture, I said if I didn't beat off pretty soon I was going to pass out, and I just pulled out my dick and started going at it."
"Imagine how surprised I was," Eric laughed, "but you know what? Once I saw him jerking his dick like that, I decided, why not join him? and I did."
"We threw the book down, and just laid down side by side, still touching and beating our meat till we came all over each other," Danny said grinning.
"And we did it again about thirty minutes later," Eric added.
"Did you do each other at that point?" I asked pulling at my tented swim trunks.
"Not then, not that night," Danny said, "I think it was a week or so later...at my house, and once we did that, the rest came easy. By the time our birthdays rolled around, we were doing most everything, except butt fucking," he added blushing.
"But, you do that now, right?" Johnny asked boldly.
"Yeah, we just started a while back. If we'd known it was so much fun, we'd have done it sooner," Eric said blushing.
"God, I'm so hard now," I said, swooning from the blood rushing to my swollen dick.
"Tell me about it," Danny said, "I think me and Eric better go up to the bathroom and take care of things."
"I have a better idea," Johnny said, looking flushed.
"What?" all three of us said at once, causing us to laugh.
"First, go down and make sure the boys are okay and gonna stay put for a few more minutes," Johnny instructed, "then hurry back to the Bug Bus."
"What, oh...okay, got it," I said, practically running to check on the boys, who thankfully were having so much fun there was little danger of them going anywhere anytime soon.
I hurried back to the bus and slid open the door, and what I found there caused me to moan. Sitting on the bench seat in back, Danny and Eric had their swim trunks pulled down to their ankles and were beating their hard teenage meat.
I joined Johnny, kneeling on the seat in front of them as we
watched the show, and I made note of the differences in the two boys'
equipment. As Eric had mentioned, Danny was uncut, his dick about six
inches in length and rather thick. He had a dark bush just above his
dick, and below hung two egg-shaped testicles in a wrinkled sack that
seemed to be devoid of any hairs.
Eric's dick was a little longer, but not as fat, and his
pubes were so light in color that they were hard to see, as was the
hair on his legs. The hair on his body didn't match the hair on his
head, but I supposed that might have gotten darker as he got older.
I'd experienced much the same thing as I went from kid to teenager.
When I was a little kid my hair was very light, but darkened as I got
older, and now had a red tinge to it, especially my pubic hair. Eric's
balls didn't hang as loosely as Danny's, and in fact, the sac looked
like it held one big egg rather than two smaller ones.
Both boys' bodies were muscular and fit, that we already knew from our earlier observation, but now, bared to us this way, they seemed even more so. Their muscular legs flexed with each movement of their arms as they pumped their teenage cock, causing my own cock to cry out for relief as well.
"Do you guys want any help?" I managed to choke out.
They exchanged a look that said this was a new situation for them, but it only took a moment for them to come to an agreement.
"We wouldn't mind, right Eric?"
"Yeah, just no butt stuff," he said blushing.
"How about a nice blowjob?" Johnny offered, "we're both masters at oral sex."
I heard Eric moan lowly, and that was all the encouragement
we needed. Johnny and I were on our feet in a moment, scooting around
to kneel between the two teen boys' legs and quickly swallowing their
hard cocks. I'd gone straight for Danny's cock, and Johnny for Eric's,
and even though there'd been no discussion of who got who, we both got
what we wanted.
"Oh my gawwwwd," Eric cried out, "you weren't kidding," he
said, looking over at Danny who moaned in agreement, seeming to be at
a loss for words at the moment.
To say the boys didn't last long would be an understatement, but the resulting orgasm and quantity of cum they produced was well worth the effort, even if we would have liked it to last a bit longer.
I loved Danny's delicious uncut cock in my mouth, but his cum was even more delicious, and there was a lot of it. I wondered how long it had been since the boy had came, but at that age, boys tended to make a lot of baby batter and recover quickly. In fact, I had no doubt that if we'd had more time, I could have coaxed another load out of him, that one taking a bit longer to produce.
However, we were limited in time, and Johnny and I really needed to get off. We'd resigned ourselves to getting each other off, since the two boys had already done so, but as soon as they'd recovered a bit, the two offered to reciprocate, and we eagerly accepted.
Swapping positions, the two proceeded to give as good as they
got, and soon Johnny and I were soon rewarded them with our own tasty
pudding. We'd just cleaned up a bit and pulled our trunks back into
place when I looked toward the creek and saw our three boys heading
our way.
We quickly exited the Bug Bus, trying to act as nonchalant as possible, but the boys didn't even seem to notice where we'd been. They were a bit curious about the two newcomers, but they seemed to accept the two as friends as easily as we had. The boys were thirsty and hungry, and we all joined them in a snack as we visited.
I felt a little weird knowing what we'd just done, not
because of the sex thing, but because I'd practically abandoned Mikey
and the two other boys just to have some fun. What if one of them had
drowned while I was getting my rocks off? I thought, feeling about as
low as a heel, and I vowed I'd never let sex get in the way of my
responsibilities to my kid brother, or any kid again. Fortunately,
nothing bad had happened, and I soon forgot about it.
Eventually, the two teens said goodbye and went back to their diving, while we joined Mikey and the brothers in the creek. The boys begged to ride the tubes down the creek then, and for a while we sort of forgot about the two hot teenage boys.
From the far end of the creek, just as we were about to start
our float trip back down, I saw the two teens wading toward shore,
heading for their car. We started down then, Mikey and John in one
tube, Johnny and Fred in the other, leaving me to ride the air
mattress. I watched with disappointment as the two teens dried off,
then got in the Mustang, and I heard a roar as Eric started the
engine.
I felt sort of sad as I watched the car back out and drive away, but I was glad we'd met the two teens, and for the short time we'd spent together. Life was like that, people came and went in our lives, and I knew in a few days the memory of the two, and what we'd done would be a pleasant one, and the pang of separation wouldn't seem as great.
As we reached the end of the creek, we jumped into the water, but the boys begged to go again, and soon we were headed back up the bank to the starting point. I was grateful for the distraction, and soon I forgot about Eric and Danny and concentrated on my own bunch of fun-loving boys. The thing I regretted most however, was that the two hadn't even taken the time to say goodbye, but I would soon learn why.
End Chapter 17
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