Date: Thu, 03 Feb 2022 20:23:27 +0000
From: silverhaireddad <silverhaireddad@protonmail.com>
Subject: Backyard Tent

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TEEN FUN IN THE BACKYARD TENT

Skipper and Timmy were down at the creek's edge, throwing stones into the
water not far from where they lived. It was a great early summer weekend
day and the two 13-year-old friends decided to do a tent sleepover that
night. Timmy had a tent that was used on regular camping trips, and it was
easy to set up in his backyard.

They both went home, informed their parents of their plans (which were
approved), and started getting ready. Timmy got the tent out of the garage,
and the two boys worked diligently to get it set up in Timmy's back
yard. There was a perfect spot deep in the yard, far enough away from the
house to feel like camping was something special, and close enough to have
access to everything they might need.

Though neither boy had a proper sleeping bag, they arranged to get some
sheets and blankets that would keep them comfortable, along with a
pillow. The boys also gathered up some twigs and sticks and placed them
around the backyard firepit. A small fire always made the camping
experience "real," even if it was more for appearance's sake than anything
else.

The boys made plans to gather up any other personal items they might need
from home, eat some dinner, grab some snacks, and meet again at the tent at
dusk.

The rest of the day flew by as they anticipated the campout.

Around dusk, Timmy brought his personal items out into the tent, and he
stretched the garden hose all the way from the back of the house out to the
tent so they'd have running water if needed. Skipper arrived shortly
afterwards and dropped his stuff off as well. The boys decided to ride
their bicycles around the neighborhood until it was dark, so they headed
out. After a short while the boys returned to Timmy's house. Because they
had asked permission, their parents weren't concerned with the boys, since
they were close at hand in the back of the yard.

The excitement that always accompanies a campout was apparent as the boys
went inside the tent. It was already dark enough to require a flashlight
inside the tent, and they used one of them to illuminate the interior. The
tent was roomy enough for both of them, but at the same time a restricted
space.

Timmy grabbed a deck of cards out of his personal stuff, and the boys
started playing some "Go Fish." They chattered about plans for the summer,
how school had gone the past year, what it would be like at their new
middle school in the fall.

They must have played for an hour or more. Then they decided to start a
small fire in the firepit. They had amassed quite an impressive pile of
sticks, and starting a fire was easy. Timmy's mom had made sure to provide
the boys a bag of marshmallows and some coat hangers, and sure enough, when
the fire was established, they broke out the goodies and started roasting.

In the suburban neighborhood, there wasn't a lot of ambient light, so the
boys were able to see the stars clearly. They leaned back on the grass next
to the small fire and watched the stars, pointing out constellations they
recognized. After a while, as the fire began to subside, they got up,
stretched, and went back into the tent, removing their sneakers as they
went inside. Timmy again turned on one of the flashlights and pointed it at
the back wall of the tent to provide some dim light so the boys could see.

Skipper was the first to suggest that they play more cards. "Sure," said
Timmy. "What do you want to play?" Skipper had a devilish grin on his
face. "Let's play strip poker!" Clearly, any mention of something like
`strip poker' to young teens results in some giggles and at the same time
some excitement. Skipper held out the deck to Timmy. "Pick a card and then
I'll pick one," he said. "Highest card starts off as dealer." Timmy picked
first and drew a Jack. Skipper then picked and got an Eight of Clubs. Timmy
started as dealer.

He shuffled the cards and dealt. Though both boys knew the basics of the
card game, neither one was really good at it, so luck actually decided who
won and who lost each hand. Skipper lost the first hand, and he took off a
sock, holding up his foot and wiggling his toes as Timmy reacted as if the
foot was smelly. Skipper shuffled and dealt the next hand, and he lost
again, taking off his other sock. Timmy dealt and Skipper lost a third
time. He took off his tee shirt, leaving the upper half of his slim teen
body bare. Skipper dealt, and finally Timmy lost, taking off a sock. The
chatter grew silent as the boys focused on the cards. Timmy lost the next
three hands, and ended up like Skipper, wearing only his shorts and
underwear.

Near nakedness often has an impact on a pubescent boy, and Timmy was no
exception. He felt his cock stiffening on its own as he contemplated what
the next couple of hands might bring. Sure enough, Timmy lost the next
hand, and he had to pull his shorts down. As he slipped them off and
settled back down in just his tighty-whiteys, the bulge of his young teen
boner was obvious. But Skipper didn't say anything. Timmy realized that
with the next hand, he might end up naked! But Skipper lost instead, and
soon both the boys we seated across from each other clad only in their
tighty-whiteys. Timmy looked, and Skipper had a boner as well! That made
him feel a little less self-conscious, as if there was anything he could do
about it!

The moment of truth was upon them! The next hand would result in one of the
boys having to pull down his briefs. Nothing would be hidden! Timmy felt an
involuntary twitch in his own boner. As he looked over at Skipper, who was
shuffling the cards for the next deal, he thought he saw the same reaction
in Skipper's bulge.

And then it happened. Timmy lost the next hand. Skipper reacted with glee,
as he wouldn't have to be the first to get naked!

Timmy got up on his knees in the confines of the tent to make pulling his
briefs down easier. In some ways, that also made him more visible to
Skipper. Regardless, Timmy pulled the front of his briefs away from his
boner and down to his knees. He then wiggled his body around as he slipped
his tighty-whiteys all the way off, and sat back down cross-legged. His
throbbing boner, his growing patch of teen pubic hair, and his full balls
dangled between his legs. Skipper chuckled in delight, as Timmy--though
clearly aroused--also looked a bit uncomfortable. Timmy grabbed up the
cards, shuffled them again, and dealt the next hand. He was determined to
get Skipper naked as well! But he lost again. He was already naked, so he
wasn't sure what would happen next. "What am I supposed to do now?" Timmy
asked. "Change your position: stretch your legs out and spread them," said
Skipper, relishing in the power he had from Timmy losing this additional
hand.

Timmy adjusted himself and stretched his legs out to their full length. In
spreading them, the "V" he created was pointed at Skipper, who now had a
direct line of sight to Timmy's hard cock, which bobbed in the air between
his legs. Skipper definitely was looking now. It was as if Timmy's cock was
alive---and in reality, it was.

Skipper picked up the cards and shuffled, dealing the next hand. Timmy was
hoping he'd soon be naked as well. But Timmy lost again! He looked over at
Skipper with a quizzical look on his face. Skipper said "you have to play
with it for one minute." Timmy's fate was sealed! His cock was demanding
his touch, and he reached in between his outstretched legs, grabbed his
boner, and slowly stroked it as Skipper watched. Timmy knew that touching
his cock in such an aroused state was risky, but he controlled his pace so
as to not accidently shoot his teen load. After about sixty seconds (who
was really counting?), Timmy stopped his slow stroking, and reached out to
gather the cards for the next hand. The only words that could describe
Timmy's cock right now were `hard' and `throbbing.' His whole body had
begun to shiver with excitement. No 13-year-old boy can start playing with
himself without setting off their raging hormones!

Timmy shuffled the cards and dealt, sure that this time Skipper would be
sitting naked across from him. Skipper's cock was clearly hard as it bulged
out his tighty-whiteys, but Timmy wanted those briefs off so they both were
naked. Alas, Timmy lost again. "What am I supposed to do now?" Timmy
asked. "Lie down and put this towel across your face," said Skipper,
handing Timmy one of the towels they had brought with them. Skipper picked
up another towel and tore off a strip of fabric.

Timmy adjusted his body, lying down and stretching out. As he was doing so,
Skipper changed his position and knelt next to where Timmy was lying. "Put
the towel over your face," Skipper repeated. Timmy did as he was told. He
was lying there, totally naked, hard cock throbbing, with his face covered
up so he couldn't see what was going on.

The next thing Timmy felt was a light tickling. Skipper was running the
strip of fabric across Timmy's cock and his balls and his lower stomach,
all the while causing Timmy's cock to throb like crazy. Then he felt
Skipper run the strip of fabric between his cock and his stomach. Skipper
then tied the strip of fabric into a knot, encircling Timmy's cock. Skipper
began to move the fabric up and down, essentially using the strip of towel
to jerk Timmy off! The feeling was overwhelming. Timmy let out an
involuntary groan and his body twitched from the feeling. After what seemed
like forever, but was probably only about a minute or two, Skipper said
"okay, let's play the next hand." At least Skipper was still willing to
play, knowing that he may be naked next!

Timmy pulled the towel off his face and sat back up. He looked over at
Skipper, who seemed a bit glassy-eyed and whose bulge also seemed to be
throbbing even more. Timmy looked down and a drop of liquid had bubbled up
from the tip of his cock as it continued to sway back and forth in rhythm
to his heartbeat. Skipper dealt this time. Timmy couldn't wait for him to
be naked if for no other reason than to share the experience. Timmy lost
again. He looked at Skipper to determine what was next. Once again, Skipper
said "play with yourself for one minute." Timmy reached down and began to
stroke again. Another droplet bubbled up out of the tip of his cock. He was
careful as he pumped himself up and down. Though his cock was demanding
that he cum, the timing didn't seem right. But Timmy did realize that he
enjoyed being watched by Skipper as he engaged in self-pleasure. And
Skipper's eyes never left the action in Timmy's crotch!

After about 60 seconds, Timmy stopped on his own, thinking if he went on
much longer he would have to shoot. He picked up the cards and shuffled for
the next hand and then dealt. FINALLY, Skipper lost! Just as Timmy had
done, Skipper got up on his knees, pulled his tighty-whiteys over his boner
and down, then wiggled until he had them all the way off. "I can't help
it," Skipper said. "Every time I get naked I get a boner." Timmy knew,
though, that Skipper had been boned ever since they started this little
escapade. Timmy looked directly at Skipper's crotch. He, too, was growing a
patch of teen pubes. His cock was about the same length as Timmy's, though
a little skinnier. But it sure was hard and throbbing! Timmy grinned in
satisfaction, knowing that both he and Skipper were now totally naked.

As if in reaction to Timmy's staring, Skipper quickly picked up the cards
and shuffled again, then dealt. Timmy wondered what he would have Skipper
do if Skipper lost. But luck was not on his side. Timmy lost again. "What
now?" he asked Skipper. "Lie down and put the towel over your face again,"
Skipper instructed. As Timmy stretched out, Skipper once again knelt beside
him, his own hard teen cock clearly visible even in the dim light of the
tent. Timmy put the towel over his face and waited for further
instructions. He felt more dampness on his cockhead as droplets continued
to bubble out. "I want you to play with it again for one minute," Skipper
said. Timmy was willing--it really felt good--but he was concerned he might
shoot his load. So he said to Skipper, "you know, it's not really good to
play with yourself, then stop, then play with yourself some more, and then
stop. I think you're supposed to keep on going." Though both boys were old
enough to know the facts of life, and both boys had masturbated, neither
was an `expert' in all things physical, and Timmy's statement made
sense. "You can go ahead and do that, then," said Skipper. "Huh?" Timmy
exclaimed from beneath the towel. "You can keep on going until you finish,"
said Skipper. Permission had been granted! Timmy was ready. He reached down
and began stroking himself. Though his face was mostly covered up by the
towel, he had moved his face a little bit and he could see past the edge of
the towel. He could see that Skipper was watching, transfixed, as Timmy
beat off.

The magic didn't take long to begin. As Timmy continued to pump his cock,
as his balls urged that their pent-up load of teen sperm get squirted, as
he watched Skipper watching him, he knew it wouldn't be long. His body
began to squirm, and soft moans escaped him. Increasingly, his body tensed
up, and soon his hips were coming up off the floor of the tent where he was
lying. "I'm going to cum!" exclaimed Timmy. "Do it," said Skipper in reply,
closely watching every movement of Timmy's hand. It only took a couple of
more strokes before a low groan escaped Timmy's lips as his teen balls
released their load and shot out. The first squirt landed on the towel
covering Timmy's face. The rest coated his teen tummy in spent
pleasure. Timmy sighed as he relaxed into the aftermath of his incredible
orgasm. Still lying there, Timmy pulled the towel off his face. He looked
over at Skipper, who was still kneeling with his own cock still hard and
throbbing. "Your turn," said Timmy. "We don't need to play cards any
more. Just do it and make yours shoot where mine is." They both knew what
that meant.

As if propelled by an inner force, Skipper got up on his knees, touched his
cock in front of Timmy for the first time that evening, and starting
beating his meat. He rocked back and forth on his knees as he stroked, his
eyes rolled back into his head. It didn't take him long either. Teen sex
energy is overpowering, and Skipper's stroking brought him to the edge
quickly. He opened his eyes and adjusted his position as he aimed his cock
at Timmy's stomach. A loud groan escaped him as he shot his wad, his teen
load mingling with Timmy's on his stomach. Skipper sat back on his haunches
as the waves of pleasure overcame him. Timmy grabbed the towel that had
covered his face and wiped off his wet stomach. Almost as if embarrassed,
Skipper immediately reached for his briefs and slid them back on, followed
by his shorts. So Timmy did the same. Skipper looked at Timmy and asked
"what do we do with the towel?" "I have an idea," replied Timmy. "The
fire!"

The both crawled out of the tent into the night air and gathered around the
still smoldering embers. Skipper put a few more sticks on top and blew into
the coals. Flames quickly jumped up. Almost ceremoniously, Timmy laid the
sperm-laden towel on top of the flames, which quickly flared up, burning
their masturbatory evidence into obscurity. They both smiled, relishing the
post-orgasmic feeling that still engulfed them and put off the
embarrassment that is a natural reaction to what just happened. The
experience was amazing, and both realized it.

They shared that experience again, which will be relayed in another story.