Date: Thu, 05 Nov 2020 05:04:56 +0000 From: Rickymac13 Subject: ricky-blake-and-gabe-7 [Gay Incest, Mb] Hey there Nifty! I hope you enjoy this new chapter of "Ricky, Blake, and Gabe" in the midst of these absolutely insane times. This chapter follows our middle man Blake as he seduces his 4th-grade teacher. Read this story only if you're of age in your jurisdiction (or, you know, are horny enough to pretend you are). This story takes place in a world without STDs and without hangups about consensual sex between men and boys, or fathers and sons. I welcome your feedback - please email me at rickymac13@protonmail.com with what you'd like to see in the next chapter, and let me know if this story gets your hard and gets you cumming! ----- "Are we there yet? I gotta pee!" Gabe crawled halfway up to the front seat to grab Dad's attention as Blake dug into the bag of candy between him and his younger brother. Ricky felt the breeze chop through the trees as the family zipped down the winding dirt path towards Camp Tallywack. He didn't show it much to his brothers and his dad, but Ricky was as excited as they were to spend the long holiday weekend at the fabled campgrounds where, if rumor were true, men and boys were free to play together, out in the open. Eleven-year-old Blake grabbed the waistband of Gabe's shorts and pulled him off the center console and into the backseat. "Yes, idiot, there was a sign right back there, `Camp 1 Mile.'" He popped a Twizzler in his mouth and teased his little brother, sticking the rope in his face. Gabe slurped up the other end and, recreating the famous movie scene, chomped down on the piece of candy until his lips met Blake's and planted a loud, sloppy kiss. Blake grinned at Gabe's playfulness, and the ten-year-old cackled at his own wit. In the front seat, Ricky stuck his hand out the window and let the wind guide it up and down. He was trying to play it cool, but he was nervous. What if he sees someone he doesn't expect? What if he doesn't get into it? Despite his nerves, his boy cock throbbed into a half-chub as he pictured Miggy and his older friend on his laptop - soon, he'll get to meet them for real. "Have you talked to your friend today?" Dad asked the 13-year-old. Dad had been surprised when Ricky asked to go to Camp Tallywack. He had heard rumors of its existence, but doubted what actually went on there until Ricky shared the secret invitation link that Miggy's friend had sent him along with the address. The camp's website showcased everything you would expect on a nice, private campground: big cabins to accommodate groups, a sizable swimming pond, a lazy river, several places to get some grub, a huge fire pit. However, when Ricky logged in using the secret link, Dad saw the camp's true appeal: a hundred pictures and two dozen videos of nude men and boys. At first, the images were tame, naturalist-style photos of guys playing soccer, or making s'mores - risqué, but not pornographic. But as Ricky clicked on a couple links, Dad learned the secret of Camp Tallywack: boys and men, naked and stiff, in the throes of all sorts of sexual games. A young boy with his little pecker buried inside another boy's tight butt; two lustful youths with their tongues wrapped around a big man cock; a young teen blasting a copious load of cum onto an older man's salt-and-pepper bearded face. Ricky gave the laptop to Dad and allowed him to peruse through the camp's sample of hardcore boy porn. He was reticent to share the prospect with Dad at first, but when he saw the tent in Dad's briefs, he knew his idea would pay off. Ricky swallowed Dad's load as they watched a video of two men fucking their young sons, then looked up at him from his lap: "So can we go?" Ricky's young teen dick throbbed again towards full mast. "Yeah, Miggy said that they got here last night and let me know where we can find them." Ricky had a note with the boy's cabin and room number in his pocket. All four members of the family were wearing swim trunks, knowing full well they wouldn't need them soon after they arrived at the camp. Soon, they drove up to the security gate, showed their invitation and reservation to the handsome guard, and parked, hauling their luggage out of the trunk. There wasn't a whole lot - not really needing clothes and all - but they did bring a bunch of toys and games. Blake carried his boogie board up on top of his head. "So when are we gonna get nekkid?" the impish boy asked. ---- Blake, ever the middle child, was keen on grabbing the spotlight whenever the opportunity was presented. He was not a shy boy; by now, he reckoned that half the neighborhood had seen his butt and balls streaking down the street on a dare from Ricky. Last school year, in fourth grade, he mooned basically his whole school out the window of his bus; man, he got in trouble for that, but the look on Mr. Martin's face was so worth it. By then, Blake was getting off with his family regularly, and he was eager to find some more cocks and wieners to play with. Mr. Martin was his main target. Blake's teacher was a good-looking man in his early forties, about the same age as Dad. Mr. Martin was stern but caring - he made his expectations clear, and he knew how to handle class clowns like Blake: when to reprimand them, and when to let their shenanigans go with a smirk. One chilly day this past fall, Mr. Martin sat at his desk grading his students' math tests while the class read their assigned chapters of Holes. Glancing up from his stack of arithmetic, he noticed one of his boys, Davie, passing a note to Blake, a violation of the class's strict rules. Blake softly giggled and stuffed the note in his pocket. Mr. Martin bade his time, continuing to grade and let the students be until the last bell rang. As the students clambered out of the classroom, Mr. Martin cleared his throat. "Ahem, Blake, could you stay behind for a minute?" Blake looked up at his teacher, and his eyes widened. He knew he was screwed. Davy gave his friend a glance and hurried out the door. Once the room was empty except for Blake and his teacher, Mr. Martin shut the door quietly. "Blake, hand me what's in your pocket." "Oh, um, you mean this?" The 10-year-old reached into his left pocket and pulled out a coin. "It's a half dollar, they're rare." Mr. Martin sighed. "No, Blake, your other pocket." The boy bashfully pulled out the folded-up note from his right pocket and handed it over to his sexy teacher. Mr. Martin adjusted his glasses and opened the note. Inside was a crude drawing of Mr. Martin, complete with spectacles, moustache, and, most apparently, a big, stiff cock and exaggerated nuts. "Mr. Martin's got a boner!" was scrawled above his head. Mr. Martin looked up from the note to Blake, waiting for an explanation. "Well... he's not wrong. You totally had a boner." Blake grinned cheekily, hoping he could finesse his way out of trouble. At the same time, imagining his teacher with said boner made his own young penis plump up in his briefs. "Blake, I'm going to let you in on a little secret." The boy leaned in, now duly excited, and curious. "All boys, and men, get bone... er, erections. Have you ever gotten an erection out of nowhere? It's natural, sometimes we can't control it." Blake didn't answer, but he did reflexively reach a hand into his pants to rearrange his junk. He was at full 3.5" staff now. "So yes, Blake, I did have an erection. And I can also tell you that I'm not the only one who gets them in class." He peered down at Blake's tented crotch and gave the boy a knowing look. Blake sighed, and relented. He did think Mr. Martin was hot, but he didn't know if he'd be cool - it seemed like he definitely was. He pawed at his stiff pecker. "I get them all the time, Mr. Martin. What should I do?" "Well," started the teacher, "that is tricky. Do you know how to masturbate? You know, rub your penis until it feels really good? It usually will go down afterwards." Of course Blake knew how to masturbate - his brother Ricky had taught him the art of pounding his pud two years ago, while Gabe watched (and, unbeknownst to the boys, so did Dad, via hidden camera). Since then he had learned how to suck wieners and cocks, give excellent rimjobs, and had even fucked Ricky and Dad, with Ricky eventually returning the favor. He couldn't shoot like they could, but he definitely got his tingles. "I think so," Blake replied. "I don't know. I mean, sometimes I do." "That's ok! Every boy figures it out on their own, or someone shows them how... like a brother, or neighbor, or friend. It's perfectly natural for boys your age to experiment with other boys." Mr. Martin adjusted his own growing cock, reminiscing about his own preteen experiences. "Mr. Martin," Blake started. Here it was. "Can... can you help me? I mean, show me the best way to feel good and make it go down?" He gestured to the tent his throbbing boydick was making in his pants. Mr. Martin winked and laid a friendly hand on the boy's shoulder. "Of course, every boy should learn from a man they trust. I'll give you a ride to my house, it'll be more private there. Let your father know you won't be home right away." Mr. Martin's house was a short ride away. Blake felt his heart beating as he rode with his teacher, appropriately nervous and excited (and still very hard). Once inside, Mr. Martin grabbed a couple Cokes and motioned Blake to take off his jacket and sit on the living room couch. On his way back from the kitchen, he casually switched on his computer, setting his camera up to record for posterity, but left his monitor off to avoid Blake's potential suspicions. He sat down next to the ten-year-old. "Now, I can see you're still popping a stiffy there, Blake, right? So the first thing you'll need to do is to take off your pants. It's much easier to masturbate when you're naked, at least from the waist down." Blake nodded and unbuttoned his trousers, but then he hesitated. "Mr. Martin... can I see yours first? Mine isn't very big." "Oh, sure, sure boy!" The teacher smiled warmly at his pupil. "Mine isn't the biggest either, but I can tell you that it isn't about the size, it's how you use it that matters. And no matter how big it is, you can still make it feel wonderful. Here, I'll get nekkid first." Blake giggled at Mr. Martin's goofy mispronunciation and watched as his teacher unbuttoned and removed his shirt, then his slacks. Blake sat enraptured at his teacher's toned body, his eyes soon drawn to the man's tented underwear. At the peak of the tented briefs was a conspicuous wet spot. Blake furrowed his brow. "Oh, that's not pee, if that's what you're thinking. Most men and boys, when they get older, squirt a little liquid when they have an erection for a while. It's called pre-ejaculate." "Predge-chocolate?" Blake, of course, wasn't as innocent as he let on - he knew what it was. His older brother Ricky has started squirting spunk a few months earlier, and he had obviously seen Dad's copious loads. Mr. Marting guffawed, cupping his junk through the fabric of his underwear. "A more common word for it is pre-cum. It helps to make your penis slipperier, which feels quite excellent. Alright Blake, are you ready?" Blake nodded and stared at the older man's package intently. Mr. Martin hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and slowly tugged them down. His steel-hard cock sprang up and bobbed a few feet from the boy's face. Blake noticed two things immediately: it wasn't as big as Dad's, but it was a very nice dick. He asked Mr. Martin about his other point of interest: "You don't have any hair down there, that's like me. How? I thought adults had hair down on their penis." Mr. Martin gave his exposed 6-inch member a few priming strokes as he answered the boy's question. "Well, you're right, Blake. You've seen other men, like your Dad, or in the pool, and they have hair. I have hair too, but I shaved it. I like the way it looks and feels, and it makes my penis look bigger. I started shaving as soon as I grew pubic hair, I never really liked the way it looked." "Oh, ok, that makes sense. Yeah, my dad has hair there." Blake gazed at Mr. Martin's throbbing prick. "Can I touch it?" "Sure, boy! Feel it around, it likes being touched." Blake found it funny that Mr. Martin referred to his cock almost as a separate, sentient being. The curious ten-year-old gently wrapped a hand around the man's shaft, feeling it's simultaneous hardness and softness. He gave the man's penis a few slow strokes. Mr. Martin sighed with pleasure. Yes, this sexy boy is definitely into it. Another drop of sticky pre-cum emerged from the head of the man's turgid cock. "That feels really good, Blake. See, you're making me make more juice." He wrapped his hand around the boy's and slid it up to his flared cockhead. "See how it's slippery? Now, rub that all up and down my penis, that'll make it feel really good." Blake nodded and massaged the man's pre-cum onto his boner. It made a squishy sound as he slowly stroked it. Mr. Martin moaned and shuddered. "That's it, boy. Good job. That feels great." He let the boy continue to rub his penis for a few more seconds before he stopped him. "Alright, buddy, are you ready to try it?" Blake, grinning, shouted a "yeah!" and stood up to take off his bottoms. Mr. Martin took a seat on the couch as the horny boy wriggled out of his pants and underwear, giving his teacher his first look at his thick boy butt. "Wow," Mr. Martin mouthed privately, "what an ass." He made a mental note to give it some attention later. Blake lifted his sweater off and plopped down next to his teacher, both of them now in their birthday suits. Suddenly, it seemed, Blake was not shy about his boyish cocklet - so stiff it was, it stood straight up, the head rubbing up against his belly as he sat down. Blake gazed upon his own boyhood and hooked a thumb at the base, pointing it straight up and letting it slap against his hairless pubic mound. "Hey, that's a real good-looking penis you've got there!" Mr. Martin said. Blake enthusiastically thanked him and pinched his boy cock between his thumb and pointer finger at the base, rubbing his finger in a circular motion. Mr. Martin drank in the sight of this naked, and nakedly horny, boy beside him. He wasn't the first and wouldn't be the last, but there was something special about him. Mr. Martin presumed Blake wasn't as innocent as he let on, and decided to accelerate things a bit. "Can I touch it?" he asked the lad. "Yeah, Mr. Martin, you can touch it," Blake consented. He put his hands behind his head and leaned back to give his teacher access to his pre-adolescent cock and hairless balls. Slowly, gently, the man copied the boy's grip on the 3.5" wiener and steadily stroked up and down for a few seconds. Blake shuddered at the man's hand on his sensitive cock, closed his eyes, and sighed, letting his teacher masturbate him. Mr. Martin, despite his suspicions that Blake was more sexually experienced than he let on, decided to make this (true to his nature) a teachable moment. Besides, it'll be great for the video, he thought. "Blake, how often does your penis get hard like this?" The little boy nail quivered in his hand. Blake opened his eyes and looked down at Mr. Martin's thick cock again. "Like, um, mmm... all the time," the boy replied through grunts of pleasure. "Well, buddy, that means you're growing up. You should know all about the parts of your body that make you feel good. We'll get to the other parts, but let's start with the obvious: your penis and your testicles." Mr. Martin slid off the sofa and knelt in front of the boy, making sure to stay at an angle where the camera would catch the action. "There are three main parts of your penis that you should know about. This part that I'm touching right now is the shaft. That's the long part that gets really hard when you see someone who... turns you on, you get me?" Blake nodded. "Oh yeah, I get you Mr. Martin." "Good boy. Now, if I move up a little..." The man made a ring with his finger and thumb around the boy's turgid member and slid it up and down the thin 3.5" length. "Up here is the head of your penis. Obviously, you've heard the term `dickhead' before? Well, Blake, this is your dickhead!" Blake giggled as his teacher played with his cockhead. "It's very sensitive, so be careful. If you jerk off - that's another word for masturbate - too hard or too often, you can rub it raw, and you'll have to let it heal before you can do it again." Mr. Martin's fingertip glided around the corona of the boy's flared head. Blake shivered and let out a small, guttural moan. The teacher, thrilled at his pupil's enthusiasm, met the boy's eyes with his own and smirked. "Feels really good, right?" "Oh yeah, it does... keep doing it." Blake was deep in lust now - his wiener demanded his full attention. "Now, this," continued Mr. Martin, placing a finger on the top of the boy's pulsing dick, "is your meatus, or peehole. You know that's where your pee comes out of. But when you're older, other stuff comes out of there too." The teacher reached down and lifted a dollop of sticky pre-cum off the head of his leaking cock. "Like pre-cum." The drop stuck to his finger, and he let the boy examine the translucent liquid. "So when you start making it, it will leak out of your penis and look like this." Blake watched, rapt, as his teacher dipped the heavy droplet onto the boy's cock right below the head. "Some boys make more than others - for some, it's like a river that constantly flows when they get hard and horny. And some guys barely make any at all. Now, this part is really special..." With his fingertip, Mr. Martin rubbed his pre-cum into the boy's cocklet right below the head, sending Blake into a fit of shivers. Blake yelped out a high-pitched, boyish moan and reflexively spread his legs further apart. "Haha! I thought you'd like that. This part on the underside of the head is called the frenulum. That's the most sensitive part of a boy's penis. Rubbing that part feels amazing and can make a man leak a lot of pre-cum. But it gets very sensitive very fast, so be gentle with it." Blake was in heaven - here he was, nekkid together with his teacher. His wits were not about him as he focused solely on Mr. Martin's finger tracing circles of his own pre-cum around the most electrifying spot on his body. The boy cooed and groaned through his teacher's masturbatory ministrations. He closed his eyes again and laid his head back against the plush couch that, he had noticed, was splattered with clear-white stains. Before too long, Mr. Martin's finger slowly traced down the underside of Blake's dick until it reached the 10-year-old's immature balls, which, while beyond just the singular mound of a very young boy, were set relatively close up to his pubis. "Now this, Blake, is your scrotum, or, more colloquially," - Mr. Martin often used big words to challenge his students - "your ballsack. I'm sure you know it hurts like a mother when you get hit there." Blake nodded knowingly; a younger Ricky taught him that pain after he had ambushed him with a punch after school one day. "But if you play with it gently, it feels so good. Don't forget to rub your scrotum and your testicles from time to time while you jerk off. Personally, I like the way it feels when I tickle my scrotum. Or when somebody else does it for me." The older man cupped the boy's small balls in his hand and tickled the underside of his scrotum until Blake's legs clenched closed, unable to bear the sensation. "That tickles so much!" said the boy, relaxing again. "But it does feel good too. Maybe, Mr. Martin, can you do the tickling thing on my balls and rub my wiener?" Blake was red in the face, getting closer to his shivers. His teacher grinned back at him and nodded. As Blake relaxed again and closed his eyes, Mr. Martin turned his head to wink at the camera on his computer across the small living room, then used both hands to fondle the boy's hairless balls and pulsing dick. He swept up another dollop of fresh pre-cum from his own throbbing adult cock and rubbed it into the boy's preteen rod. Blake grimaced and groaned, completely lost in the hands of his sexy teacher. Mr. Martin had seen enough boys cum to know that Blake was close. "Now, Blake, those are the basics of masturbation. Usually, you keep doing whatever feels good in the moment until you get this incredible rush of pleasure, starting right here." Mr. Martin placed a fingertip on the base of Blake's steel-hard cock, behind where his scrotum met the smooth patch of skin leading to his boyhole. "And it spreads all the way up through your penis, through your entire body. That's called an orgasm, or a cum." Still kneeling in front of the couch and Blake, he picked up the pace of his strokes on the boy's boner. Blake reflexively threw his head from side to side, barely able to stand the feelings coming from his crotch. "When you cum, you might feel like you're going to pee, but you won't. It's just your body feeling amazing. Blake, I can tell you're close to your orgasm, so I'm going to do something very special for you, okay? Here, open your eyes and look." Through a haze of horniness, Blake picked his head up and looked down at his teacher's face, meeting his eyes, excited for what was about to happen. Without another word, Mr. Martin leaned forward and slurped up the whole of the boy's hard noodle into his mouth. "Ohhhh! Oh my god," Blake exclaimed breathlessly as Mr. Martin suckled his young dick with purpose. Blake lifted his legs up onto the man's shoulders, trying to push more of his boycock into the man's warm, wet mouth, and his teacher responded by cupping Blake's exposed buttcheeks in his hands and giving them a gentle squeeze. Next time - and Mr. Martin knew there would be a next time - he's teach the boy all about playing with his plump, muscly pre-teen ass, but now it was time to finally give the boy his shivers. Mr. Martin noisily sucked at his young student's penis and stroked his immature balls, which were now beginning to crawl up inside the boy's body. It was almost time! "Oh... oh man... oh fuck Mr. Martin, don't stop..." The boy couldn't help but cuss. He had received many a blowjob in his young life, from his brothers and Dad, and sometimes from curious classmates, but this was different, his own secret playmate: an adult, and his hot teacher to boot! He watched the bespectacled and mustachioed man's head bob on his boyhood, up and down, willing the boy to the height of carnal pleasure. Mr. Martin pressed a thumb into that spot under his balls, the spot where orgasms start; Blake's eyes opened wide and his breathing quickened. "Ohhh... I feel it, it's coming... aaaagh!" Deep in his teacher's warm mouth, the ten-year-old's penis spasmed as Mr. Martin trapped it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, soaking the dry-cumming boy boner in pleasure from all angles. Blake grunted and groaned as each successive wave of orgasmic bliss washed over him for the next ten seconds. Soon, he yelped as his cock suddenly became oversensitive, and his teacher mercifully released the boy's pricklet from his suckling lips. Mr. Martin smirked at his student, who was gasping for air post-boygasm. "Good, right? That was just for you." He stood now, and Blake saw the trail of pre-cum drizzling down the underside of Mr. Martin's thick penis. A long string of sticky liquid hung from the top of his cock. Blake could barely nod. Mr. Martin sat back down on the couch next to the naked boy. Blake, like most little boys, was still rock hard after experiencing a mind-altering cum. From experience, the man knew he could quickly bring the boy to another orgasm. He wrapped each hand around both the boy's stiff, spit-slickened prick and his own, and began to stroke both big and little dicks with vigor. Blake rounded the corner over his last cum and started quickly to barrel towards another tingling boygasm. "Now... ungh... Blake, watch my penis. I'm about to have my orgasm too." Mr. Martin continued to stroke both cocks. Blake noticed that the head of Mr. Martin's dick was bigger and darker than before, the same he had seen when Dad and Ricky were about to squirt. The teacher watched his student's face fixated on his turgid cock, eyes wide and mouth agape in anticipation. The boy's childish wonder brought him over the edge. "Here it comes, buddy!" Mr. Martin's face contorted into an unmistakable visage of orgasmic gratification, his cock head flared, and the first huge shot of cum erupted from his hard prick, landing on his neck. The ten-year-old boy next to him uttered a quiet "woooow!" as his teacher squirted several more shots of a sizable load, the next several volleys arcing high into the air and landing with an audible "splat" on the man's chest and belly, eventually oozing down his pulsating cock, pooling in his belly button and the base of his shaved pubic mound. "Wow, Mr. Martin, that was a lot!" The boy scooped up some of the dripping cum and looked at it inquisitively, keeping up his innocent charade. "Whew... it sure was buddy, and you helped a lot! That made me feel really good. That stuff is called semen, or cum. Men and older boys make it when they orgasm. If a man squirts it into a woman, they can make a baby. In fact, masturbation is really just you tricking your penis and testicles into thinking you're making a baby, but you can do it any time you want." Mr. Martin stuck a finger into the pool of cum in his navel and brought it to his lips. "And you can eat it, too, if you want." "Really? What does it taste like?" Blake copied his teacher and stuck a cum-covered finger into his mouth. It was gooey, a bit salty, a little sweet, like Dad's. He preferred lapping up Ricky's pubescent loads more - they were more watery, and sweeter - but he did enjoy the taste of cum. Blake couldn't help but grab his own prick and start stroking again as he sucked his teacher's cum off his finger. Mr. Martin took another dollop of cum and dripped it onto the boy's still-hard cock, letting Blake massage his essence into his sex. "Here, this will help. Now's your test, Blake: show me how you masturbate and make yourself orgasm." Mr. Martin used one hand to rub the cooling cum into his body and the other to fondle his own softening cock and drooping balls as Blake, this stunningly sexy boy next to him, furiously jacked himself off. The preteen spread his legs far apart, again giving his teacher a glimpse of his rounded ass. His right hand flew up and down his stiff pricklet and his left fondled his smooth boy nuts. Mr. Martin didn't even register anymore in the boy's horny brain - his complete attention was on getting himself off again. Soon, Blake's face scrunched up, his boy moans creating a steady rhythm to beat his dick to. His penis, slick with his teacher's cum, felt bigger than it ever had before. He was about to get his shivers again! He opened his eyes and looked down, marveling at his own wiener. His knees locked, his toes curled, and his second boygasm in about five minutes flooded his mind and body with unbelievable rapture. "Oh! Ohhh! Ungh, ummm, mmmm, mmmm...." Blake's grunts slowed as his orgasm subsided. As he released his boy nail, Mr. Martin laid a warm hand on Blake's stomach, feeling the boy breathe deeply. They stayed there for a moment until Blake came to his senses. "Wow, Blake! That was great. A+ performance." The man and boy smiled at each other and chuckled. "Hang out here for a minute, I'm going to get us something to wipe off with." Blake laid out on the couch in the throes of post-orgasmic bliss. He had done stuff with his teacher! Crazy! And he would totally do it again! After cleaning off and getting dressed, Mr. Martin and Blake jumped into the car and headed back toward's the boy's house. As they pulled up into the driveway, Mr. Martin turned to Blake. "Don't forget to practice at home," he said. "If you want, you can show your little brother - Gabe, right? - how to do it. Boys can enjoy their penises no matter how old they are." He winked at Blake as the boy jumped out of the car. "Thanks for the lesson Mr. Martin!" Blake yelled. "See you tomorrow!" Mr. Martin stared at Blake's luscious ass as he ran up to his front door, where his Dad stood. The two men exchanged waves and polite smiles. When Mr. Martin returned home, he went straight to his computer. He came twice more as he edited the footage, just as Blake, on the monitor, shot his blank loads in the man's mouth and then in his own hand. Using the same towel from earlier to clean up, he discovered, on the floor to the side of the couch, Blake's dark blue briefs with a streak of silvery cum wiped across the front of the fly. The boy had left his underwear on purpose!, the man thought. He'll definitely be inviting him back. ----- "So when are we gonna get nekkid?" Blake asked as the family trucked their luggage up to the campsite. The registration office was just ahead. "As soon as we get past that sign, Blake," said Dad. He motioned with a nod to a large wooden sign ahead that read: CAMP TALLYWACK REGISTRATION OFFICE REGISTERED MEN AND BOYS ONLY BEYOND THIS POINT CLOTHING OPTIONAL BEYOND THIS POINT "Yessssss!" Blake exclaimed. He tossed his boogie board onto the ground and in one quick motion yanked off his swim trunks, then bolted towards the building clad in nothing but excitement. Gabe followed Blake's lead, stripping down and booking it towards the office, giving chase. Dad and Blake gave each other a look, picked up the younger boys' effects, and followed the two bouncing boy butts to the entrance proper of Camp Tallywack.