Date: Sun, 06 Nov 2022 17:42:37 +0000
From: silverhaireddad <silverhaireddad@protonmail.com>
Subject: Chapter to be added to continuing story

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TEEN FUN IN THE BACK YARD TENT--Part 4

Because it was a warm summer evening, a fire wasn't necessary to stave off
an evening chill. At the same time it was mesmerizing to the two teens, who
sat next to each other staring into the flames. Timmy and his dad had
constructed a pretty nice fire pit to accompany the tent, assuring that
flames wouldn't get out of control. They had built a sturdy bench at the
edge, and it was from this vantage that the boys watched the flames. It was
beginning to turn to dusk as the sun started its slow descent, and there
was fire in the sky as well, as red streaks illuminated the clouds.

Neither of the boys said anything at first, both enthralled by the dancing
flames, and both not far removed from their first teen squirt together in
the tent, so they were deeply engrossed in thought. Timmy thought, "what
did Darby mean when he said the night is young?" Darby, on the other hand,
was wondering if Timmy did something like that with Skipper when they
camped out together. That thought actually sent some signals to Darby's
teen peen, and it started to fill out again. He was forced to stretch out
his legs to avoid discomfort. That movement caught Timmy's attention, and
as he looked over, he noticed the bulge in Darby's shorts. He didn't say
anything, but the reaction inside his own shorts caused him to squirm a
bit.

Darby broke the silence with a philosophical statement, wise for a
rapidly-developing 12-year-old. "Why is it that looking at a fire is so
captivating?" Both of the boys chuckled. Timmy responded, "and it makes me
hungry too!" "Yeah," said Darby. Both quickly shed their immediate thoughts
as Timmy said, "let's eat then!" As they stood up, the boys looked
surreptitiously at each other's crotches, noting how they showed some
bulging. They both tucked away this awareness.

Timmy opened the cooler and found really great sandwiches already made and
packed by his mother, along with chips, salsa, and fruit. (Both tasty and
healthy!) There were also sodas to wash it all down. At the bottom of the
cooler were the fixings for s'mores, which would get used later! The boys
grabbed the food and laid it out on the bench. Timmy opened the salsa jar
and put it between them. They started chowing down. Conversation in between
bites was typical summer boyhood fare: bicycles, baseball, BBQ, and what to
expect in the fall when school started again!

As they finished eating, the fire had begun to die down a bit, and to make
sure it was hot enough for s'mores, Timmy got up and put some more wood on
the top, which almost immediately burst into flame. "Whoosh!" said Darby
with a laugh. Timmy chuckled as well. Once again, they sat watching the
flames, satisfied after a tasty meal. "Have you ever seen the showers at
Lakeside?" asked Darby. (Lakeside was the middle school Timmy would attend
in the fall.) "I think I've been in the locker room once," responded
Timmy. "They are gang showers," said Darby. "Billy, who lives two doors
down from me, said that 20 people at a time can take a shower with plenty
of hot water!"

Darby bringing up the showers again brought them both back to the
conversation they had earlier. "Did Billy ever say anything about guys
throwing a bone in the shower?" asked Timmy. "No, but I bet they do!"
replied Darby. "Gotta twist toward the wall fast and turn on the cold
water!" Both of the boys laughed. "I don't know what I'd do if that
happened to me," said Timmy. "Hey all guys get boners," said Darby
matter-of-factly. "But not in the showers after gym," said Timmy. "Yeah, I
guess you're right," said Darby. "I think I'd just stand there proudly and
dare anyone to say something!" Both of the boys laughed again. "Has anyone
ever seen your boner?" asked Darby. "Well, you just did a little while
ago," answered Timmy, with a bit of a blush. "Yeah, but we're friends,"
said Darby. "Have you ever boned in a public place where someone saw it?"
"No," exclaimed Timmy. "Have you?"

There was a moment of silence. "Well, I was at the Y about a month ago for
family day and I had to pee," said Darby. "So I went into the men's locker
room. A bunch of guys were either naked and drying off after showers, or in
the process of changing. I went over to the urinals, and when I pulled mine
out it just got hard, almost automatically. A few seconds later another guy
stood by me at the next urinal and looked over my way. He noticed my dick
sticking straight out. `That's a nice piece of meat you have, son,' he said
to me, looking down at my dick. It gave me a strange feeling, and I
actually throbbed--it got even harder. `I hope you keep it happy.' I looked
over at him, and he was actually starting to stroke himself. `Yeah, I do,'
I said back to him, but I zipped up and left quickly. No one had ever said
something like that to me."

"Wow," said Timmy. "Nothing like that has ever happened to me either." "I
wonder why him saying that made me so hard?" asked Darby. "Our dicks have
their own brains!" replied Timmy with a laugh. "Yeah, I guess so," said
Darby with a smile. "Maybe you should have stroked yours at the same time,"
Timmy said, kind of adding fuel to the conversation. "I probably would
have," said Darby. "I don't think my dick has ever been that hard
before. But we were in the middle of a busy locker room. I was worried that
someone else would see us." "You are right," said Timmy. "There's a time
and a place for enjoying your boner!" Both of the boys laughed again.

The flames from the fire were now softly illuminating the camping area, as
dusk had turned to the first phase of dark. "Just remembering that got me
hard again," said Darby. "Really?" asked Timmy. Darby stretched out again
and groped himself through his shorts, clearly showing the outline of his
hard boy cock. "See?" He stated, encouraging Timmy to look. Timmy did, and
he replied, "yep--sure looks hard to me." Both the boys chuckled, and Darby
began stroking himself through his shorts. "What do you think would have
happened if I had started stroking along with that guy?" asked Darby. "You
probably would have gotten in trouble!" said Timmy. "Yeah, you are right. I
shouldn't have even thought about that, except it made me so hard at the
time," Darby replied. "Have you ever seen the guy before?" asked
Timmy. "No," said Darby, as he continued to stroke himself through his
shorts. "Do you think you maybe like to have other people watch you play
with your dick?" asked Timmy, taking the conversation in a new
direction. "I never thought about that before," said Darby. "Can I try it
and see?" "What do you mean?" asked Timmy. "Can I get it out and play with
it while you watch?" "Sure, if you want to," Timmy said. "No one's
around. You won't get in trouble here."

Darby reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts, pulling them
down to his knees in the same motion. Darby's tighty-whitey briefs
reflected the light from the flames, and Timmy could clearly see the
outline of Darby's hard dick. Darby pulled his briefs down in front and
tucked the elastic under his balls, his throbbing boy cock uncovered and
quivering in the firelight. He turned toward Timmy. "Can you see me?" he
asked. "Sure can," replied Timmy. "What do you see?" asked Darby. "A hard
dick," said Timmy. "Ohhh," said Darby out loud. "I think I DO like someone
to watch me." He grabbed his cock with one hand and slowly began stroking
it, his body still turned in Timmy's direction. "What do you call it when
you play with yourself?" asked Darby. "Beating off," said Timmy, his eyes
now glued to Darby's moving hand, and his own cock now fully hard and
throbbing in his own shorts. "Do you like watching me beat off?" asked
Darby. "I guess so," said Timmy. Darby moaned, and his hand started moving
faster. "Do you think the guy at the Y would have liked watching me beat
off?" asked Darby. "I'm sure he would have," said Timmy, "or he wouldn't
have said anything to you." Darby moaned again. His eyes kind of glazed
over as he continued to slowly stroke himself. The rhythm of his hand and
his breathing indicated it really feel good to Darby. Timmy's own cocked
throbbed incessantly in his own shorts, but Darby had simply asked him to
watch, not join in.

Darby's hand started to move faster. Though his body was twisted in Timmy's
direction, he was able with his non-stroking hand to reach over and grab
the napkin he had used when he ate his sandwich. "Watch this and tell me
what you think," Darby said. He continued to stroke and laid the napkin out
under the edge of his cock. "I'm gonna shoot my cum while you watch," he
said, kind of looking up into Timmy's eyes, then back down at his stroking
hand. "Okay," said Timmy, his eyes glued to Darby's activity. Darby grunted
loudly and his hips thrust up from the bench. "Here it cums," he said
breathlessly. A watery spurt shot from Darby's cock onto the napkin,
followed by another, then by dribbling. "Ohhhhhh," said Darby in a lengthy
moan that clearly communicated how what he was doing felt. Tommy continued
to watch as Darby's stroking slowed and stopped. He finally squeezed his
still-hard cock a final time and wiped himself off with the napkin. He let
out a long breath and relaxed, still stretched out on the bench with his
shorts pulled down and his briefs tucked under his balls.

Then Darby looked up at Timmy. "Did you like watching me do that?" he asked
inquisitively. "Yeah, I guess I did," said Timmy. "You really got into it."
Yeah," said Darby. "It really felt good." Darby sensed that Timmy was
turned on by having watched him beat off. With his shorts still pulled
down, he scooted closer to Timmy on the bench, then reached over and
squeezed, feeling Timmy's hard cock inside his shorts. "Let me say thank
you for letting me do that," stated Darby. He started unzipping Timmy's
short, but had some difficulty. "Pull your pants down and get it out," said
Darby. Timmy wasted no time doing exactly as he was told. His own turgid
teen tool glistened in the firelight. Darby reached over and grabbed it and
began stroking. Timmy immediately moaned. Darby kept squeezing and
stroking. "I'm beating you off," he said in a whisper. Timmy said, kind of
incredulously, "huh?" "I'm beating you off," said Darby more forcefully as
his hand continued stroking. Darby's eyes were glued to Timmy's cock. Timmy
looked over and noticed that Darby's cock was rock hard and throbbing
again. It added a new dimension to the feelings that Darby was infusing
into Timmy's cock with his hand. "Get that napkin over here," said Timmy,
anticipating his climax. Darby grabbed the napkin he had used to catch his
own cum and placed it beneath Timmy's cock as he stroked. "Ohhh, get
ready," Timmy said. "Yeah, I can feel it getting ready," whispered
Darby. As his hand continued to stroke, he saw Timmy's body tense up and
felt his cock get even harder than it had been. "Ohh, I'm going to shoot,"
said Timmy, and almost immediately a blob of teen cum spurted out. Most of
it landed on the napkin, but some went off the edge. Three more spurts
cascaded out before Timmy's shudders indicated his orgasm was mostly
over. Darby continued to gently squeeze and stroke. Darby's hand also was
painted by some of Timmy's ooze. After one final squeeze, Darby reached
over to grab another napkin. While he was turned away from Timmy, whose
eyes were shut in post-orgasm delight, Darby quickly licked his fingers,
tasting his buddy's teen spooge. He breathed in the distinct odor as he
licked, then quickly grabbed a napkin and turned back, wiping off the
remainder of Timmy's jizz. Timmy just sat there with a look of pure
enjoyment on his face.

Darby, whose teen dick was still quite hard, contemplated going for two,
but wanted Timmy to watch if he did, so he decided to wait.

The night WAS still young.