Date: Sat, 24 Jun 2023 17:25:10 +0000 From: silverhaireddad Subject: Backyard tent part 5 Though there is some basis in reality, this is a fictional story. Any resemblance to individuals or places is purely coincidental. Copyright 2023 silverhaireddad@protonmail.com. Comments welcomed. We authors contribute to your reading pleasure. Why don't you contribute to keeping Nifty available to provide these wonderful stories? http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html TEEN FUN IN THE BACK YARD TENT--Part 5 As Timmy's major teen orgasm from Darby's hand began to subside, he casually looked over at Darby, still softly lit by the campfire. His eyes were glued to the obvious boner Darby still sported. Already they both had cum twice, and it looked as if Darby was ready for more. "Does your dick always stay hard?" Timmy asked with a smile. "Pretty much so," said Darby, also with a smile. "Wow. That felt good," said Timmy. "For me, too," said Darby, acknowledging that he had enjoyed giving Timmy a hand job. Darby's mind continued to tell himself to stroke his cock again, but he knew he'd have another chance to show off to Timmy, so he simply let Timmy enjoy the post-O feeling, and they both watched the glow of the fire. After a few silent minutes, Timmy piped up. "Don't forget we have s'mores to make before the fire dies down." Timmy stood up to move toward the cooler, and realized his brief and shorts were around his ankles. He chuckled and pulled them up, looking over at Darby. "You going to stay like that all night?" he asked, nodding at Darby's own half-naked state. "If you want me to," said Darby with a bit of a dare in his voice. "Well, I don't want you to burn your bone with a s'more," said Timmy with another chuckle, as he pulled the elements of their next eating project out of the cooler. Darby laughed out loud, and pulled his pants and tighty-whiteys up, encasing his still hard teen cock inside. "Just tell me when you want me to take them off again," he said to Timmy. "Oh, don't worry, I will." The boys turned their attention from their cocks to the more immediate task of making s'mores. Each heated up marshmallows over the fire in preparation for squishing them alongside chocolate inside graham crackers. They were quite successful, and each downed three s'mores in record time. Timmy burped, realizing he had eaten the sweet treat so quickly. Darby burped almost in unison, then both the boys laughed. "Think you can eat a fourth one?" asked Timmy. "Let's wait," said Darby, "or I'll be up all night on a sugar high." Again, the boys chuckled. They continued to be mesmerized by the small fire, which occasionally popped and sent sparks into the air. "Did you and Skipper make s'mores when you camped out?" Darby asked out of the blue. Timmy continued to stare into the first as he said," no, my mom made cookies that night, so we stuffed ourselves on someone else's effort." "Oh, I remember your mom's cookies from your birthday party," said Darby. "Must be nice to have them anytime you want!" "It is," said Timmy. Both boys continued to stare at the fire, which was finally starting to ebb. "What else did you two do?" asked Darby. "We made a fire that night as well," said Timmy. "We didn't need one because it was hot, but a fire while camping out is always fun." "Yeah, I like them, too," said Darby. "Anything else?" asked Darby, still fishing for details that might fuel his fantasies. "Not too much," replied Timmy. "We had been riding our bikes all afternoon, so we just got into the tent and relaxed." "You want to get in the tent now and relax like you and Skipper did?" asked Darby, hoping that whatever `relaxed' meant might get repeated. "Sure," said Timmy. "Let me grab a couple of more drinks out of the cooler." The boys moved into the interior of the tent. Timmy turned on the small LED light, illuminating the space. "This is nice," said Darby. "Yeah, I really like it," said Timmy. "I'm glad to find friends to share it with." "Do you use it often?" asked Darby. "So far, it has just been you and Skipper who have spent the night camping with me." "So Skipper got to camp with you first, huh?" said Darby devilishly. "Only because we were riding around that day and I had already set the tent up," said Timmy. "If you had been around, I'd have invited you as well." "It does look like there is plenty of room for three people," said Darby. "Yeah, it's pretty big--that's why I like it. And this is a perfect spot to have it, way on the back of the lot behind the garage. It's like being out in the country, but with all the things you might need close by." "Do you think the three of us might camp out together sometime?" asked Darby. "Fine with me," replied Timmy. "Did you and Skipper just finish eating and then go to sleep?" "No, we stayed up for a while." "What did you do?" "We talked some and then played cards." "You have cards in the tent?" asked Darby. "Yeah, right here in this pocket." Timmy pulled the deck out of the sleeve hanging on the side of the tent. "Well, let's play cards then," said Darby. He sat cross-legged on his sleeping bag and Timmy did the same. "What do you want to play?" asked Timmy. "The same thing you and Skipper played," said Darby hopefully. "We started off with Crazy Eights," said Timmy, not really telling the truth. "How do you play that?" asked Darby. "Well, it's kind of complicated, but we each start with seven cards, and then one card from the remaining pile is turned face up and each player tries to match the rank or suit of the card that is face up...." "Too complicated," interrupted Darby. "I don't want to play that. What else did you play?" "Well, we played poker," said Timmy. "You have poker chips in the tent too?" asked Darby. "Uh, no," said Timmy. "What did you do, play strip poker?" asked Darby. Timmy kind of paused, not sure what to say, as it might reveal what he and Skipper had done." "You DID," exclaimed Darby. "You did!" Timmy just sat there. "Then that's what we'll play, too," said Darby. "Deal." Timmy really didn't have to say anything more, as Darby had figured out from his body language that (most probably) Timmy and Skipper had played strip poker. Darby's fantasies went into overdrive as he waited for Timmy to start dealing, which happened pretty quickly. Both boys had on socks, a tee shirt, shorts, and briefs, having slipped off their sneakers when they entered the tent. That's five items that might be "lost" in a strip poker game. As Timmy dealt the first hand, Darby was already thinking about how he wanted to be watched by Timmy again as he beat off. That may have informed his game-playing strategy, as Darby lost the first hand. He took off one of his socks. Neither boy said anything as Timmy dealt again. But this time Timmy lost, and he also took off one of his socks. Timmy lost the third hand as well, and was now sockless. Darby thought he should try to lose the next hand, so he exchanged a couple of good cards for "maybe" cards from the deck, but Timmy lost again and took off his tee shirt. Though it was warm inside the tent, Timmy still shivered a bit after taking off his tee, knowing that when either one of them got naked, something would happen. In fact, he began to stiffen up, and hoped he didn't obviously go full bone so Darby could see. He dealt the next hand, and Darby lost this time, immediately taking off his second sock. Darby lost the next hand as well, and also took off his tee shirt. As Darby pulled the tee over his head, Timmy tried to get a look at Darby's underarms to see if there was any hair and he also glanced quickly at Darby's crotch, swearing that Darby was already hard. (Darby had maybe even been hard since coming inside the tent from beside the fire!) The next hand would be the one that revealed a lot, as now both boys only had on shorts and briefs. Darby lost again, and immediately stood up in the tent, unzipped and dropped his shorts. Yep, he had a hard-on! It was obvious. Briefs don't hide very much. Darby throbbed, knowing that if he got naked first, he'd be showing off his boner to Timmy again. But Timmy lost instead, and also stood and dropped his shorts. Though Timmy wasn't yet all-the-way hard, he was definitely "puffed up," and Darby noticed. Timmy sat back down, casually adjusting himself. He dealt the deciding hand: one of them was going to be naked soon! And that boy was: Darby. Once again, Darby stood up in the tent, his boy boner obviously protruding in his tighty-whiteys, and he stripped them down, now standing in front of Timmy wearing just a teen erection. Darby stood just a couple of feet across from Timmy, so his cock was almost literally in Timmy's face. Darby wiggled his hips back and forth, causing his bone to sway from side to side. "Ahhh, free," he said, then sat back down. Timmy continued to look at Darby's bone, and felt himself go full hard inside his own briefs. "Deal!" said Darby, breaking Timmy out of his trance. As the next hand got played, both boys held their breath in anticipation. Darby lost again. "What do you want me to do now?" he asked. Timmy thought for a second, then said, "stand up again and make your dick move back and forth like you just did for 30 seconds." Darby jumped up and wiggled his hips again, flapping his boner back and forth for the full 30 seconds. Then he sat back down. "Deal," Darby said again, wanting the game to continue. He had noticed that Timmy was hard in his briefs, and wanted them both to be naked. He got his chance during the next hand, as Timmy lost. Timmy stood up, pulled his briefs away from his hard on, and stripped them down and off. "Now we are even," said Darby with a hint of glee. They had been through several hands, so it was time to shuffle the cards again. "Do you want to deal this next time?" asked Timmy. "Nah, you're doing a pretty good job," replied Darby. So Timmy dealt again. Darby looked at his hand, and immediately knew it was a winner. But his plan was to lose, and he traded in his cards for different ones, not sure what he'd get. It was a losing hand. "What do I do now?" he asked. "Stand up again and just stand there for a full minute," instructed Timmy. Once again, Darby got to his feet in the close confines of the tent, his hard teen penis not far from Timmy's face, who stared at him while his time counted down. After what seemed like a minute, Darby asked, "can I sit down now?" "Yeah," said Timmy with a trembling voice, his boy cock also trembling in the overly-sexualized environment. In the next hand, Timmy lost. Darby instructed him to stand just like he had stood for a full minute. Timmy stood up, his throbbing peter bobbing in the air. "Don't boners feel great?" asked Darby. "Yeah," replied Timmy. After his minute, Timmy sat down. He looked down at his cock and swore that a droplet of precum was bubbling out of the slit. "Deal," instructed Darby. Timmy dealt, and lost again. "Stand up again," said Darby, and Timmy did. Rather than counting down, Darby instead reached out and squeezed Timmy's cock, then gave it a full stroke, making that droplet of precum ooze over the head. Darby used his finger to spread the slippery goo over Timmy's cock head. Timmy groaned and his knees went partially slack as Darby's finger swirled over his cock head. "You can sit back down now," said Darby. "Deal." Timmy dealt again, and this time Darby lost. "What now?" he asked. "Stand up again," replied Timmy. Darby stood, and Timmy reached out just as Darby had done and squeezed the hard cock presented in front of him. He also stroked it a couple of times, also causing Darby to groan and almost lose his balance. "Oh, man, that feels good," said Darby. "Yeah," said Timmy in a whisper. Darby sat back down. "For the next hand," said Darby, "let's decide in advance what the loser has to do." "Okay. What are your ideas?" asked Timmy. "I say the loser has to stretch out his legs and spread them, then beat his meat for 60 seconds." "Okay," replied Timmy. So he dealt another hand. Once again, Darby got a hand that he was sure would be a winner. He had a decision to make, and he decided quickly. He turned in his cards, hoping he'd get a losing hand. But he didn't. Timmy lost. "Do your thing," said Darby, kind of disappointed, but knowing his chance would be soon. Timmy stretched out his legs and spread them, grabbing his teen peen and starting to stroke. "Yeah, beat it for me," whispered Darby. That caused Timmy to shudder, and he wondered if he would even make it the full minute before he shot his wad. Another gooey blob bubbled up and over the edge of his cock. Darby noticed. "Sweet," he said. After what seemed like a minute (who was counting anyway?), Timmy stopped and reached for the cards. "Want the loser to do the same thing for this hand?" asked Darby, hoping he'd be the one to masturbate for a minute. "Sure," said Timmy. This time Darby lost, and his cock throbbed in anticipation. He stretched out his legs, spread them, and started jerking. Timmy watched with rapt attention, which thrilled Darby immensely. He didn't want to cum again too soon, so he made sure that he was putting on a show more than he was working towards an orgasm. Darby loved working his cock while Timmy watched. Darby played with himself for what seemed longer than a minute, Timmy all the time staring intently. Then it was time for another hand. Darby silently wondered if they should keep playing or simply `get down to business.' "Want to decide in advance what the loser does this time?" asked Timmy. "He stands and waves his cock in the face of the other guy," said Darby. "Oh, wow," said Timmy. "I guess that's okay." He dealt another hand. Darby lost. He immediately stood and moved slightly closer to Timmy, and thrust his cock towards Timmy's face. He grabbed hold of it and started beating, the tip of his cock just inches from Timmy, who was keenly watching. Darby also wiggled his hips, really trying to make a `show' of his action. After a short while, Darby sat back down, and it was time for the next hand. "Loser does the same this this hand, too?" asked Timmy. "Yes," said Darby, again hoping he'd get the chance to repeat his `dance.' But this time Timmy lost. He stood up and had to stretch first, then moved closer to Darby, his throbbing teen cock only inches from Darby's face. He wiggled his hips, making his cock move from side to side. Once or twice his cock incidentally brushed up against Darby's face, and a small wet streak was visible on Darby's cheek. Timmy thought to himself that he had never been so hard in his life. Then his minute was over and it was time for the next hand. "Loser does the same thing again?" asked Darby. "Okay," said Timmy. He dealt the next hand. Actually, Darby didn't care if he won or lost. The idea of either one of them waving their throbbing boy cock in the face of the other was enticing. Darby won. Timmy had to stand up again, and he did, thrusting his hips towards Darby's face. "Hold still," said Darby. Timmy stopped his thrusting. Darby maneuvered closer to Timmy's now noticeably leaking boner. He took a deep breath as if smelling the throbbing tool. Before Timmy even had time to react, Darby's tongue began to lick up the underside of Timmy's cock toward the source of his precum. That slick feeling made Timmy's cock throb noticeably, another bubble of precum oozing out. "Ohhhhhhh," breathed Timmy. Darby looked up and saw that Timmy's eyes were closed. He took that as an opportunity. He reached up and grabbed Timmy's cock, pulling it down and pointing it directly at his mouth. He opened wide and took Timmy's cock inside, enclosing it in the hot, wet space. Timmy involuntarily thrust his hips again, plunging his boy cock deeper into Darby's mouth. "Yikes," Timmy exclaimed, pulling his cock out of Darby's mouth. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that." With Timmy's cock still throbbing wildly in Darby's face, Darby replied, "that's okay. I liked it." He pulled Timmy's cock down from it's 45-degree upward angle and put it back in his mouth, this time sliding it in and out. Timmy groaned in ecstasy and his knees shook, but he kept letting Darby suck him. It probably wasn't more than about 30 seconds, but Timmy felt as if his cock was going to explode. He had never felt this before, and wasn't sure what he should do. Clearly, Darby enjoyed having it in his mouth, but Timmy was almost ready to cum again! He gently pulled his cock out of Darby's mouth. "That made me so close!" he exclaimed. Darby smiled up at his buddy. "Why don't you lie down?" he suggested to Timmy. Timmy dropped down to the floor and stretched out. He immediately figured that Darby might repeat the hand job he had given him earlier. Darby knelt beside Timmy's outstretched body, with his throbbing cock not far from Timmy's face. Timmy stared at it, noticing how Darby was also dripping precum. He was going to reach up and fondle Darby's balls just like before, when Darby said, "see how you like this." He bent over Timmy's crotch and took that hard, hard, leaking teen cock into his mouth again, and began actively sucking. Timmy groaned out loud, lost in the incredible feeling. With his eyes only half open, Timmy still realized that Darby had now changed his position and was hovering over Timmy's body, his cock right in Timmy's face. "Do it to me, too," insisted Darby, and he thrust his cock towards Timmy's mouth. Almost instinctively, despite never having done this before, Timmy opened his mouth and took Darby's drooling cock into his mouth. As Darby sucked on Timmy's cock, he began a thrusting motion, fucking into Timmy's mouth. Both of the boys were moaning in excitement. Suddenly, fearing Darby might shoot into his mouth, Timmy pulled his mouth off Darby. This was a first for him, and even in the midst of uncontrollable lust, he wasn't sure that sucking off his bud was something he wanted to do. Darby seemed to immediately understand. He adjusted his body, turning so that he was in between Timmy's legs, his cock no longer in Timmy's face. Darby reached down and hefted Timmy's balls, then re-inserted Timmy's cock into his mouth, resuming his sucking. Almost as if compelled, Timmy thrust upward into Darby's mouth. "Oh, fuck, Darby," Timmy moaned in warning. "You are going to make me cum!" Darby came off Timmy's cock and looked up towards his eyes. "That's what I want to do," he said with a smile. Then he put his mouth over Timmy's cock and started sucking again, continuing to fondle Timmy's balls as he did so. If they had not been in a secluded portion of the yard, Timmy's moans would have been heard by anyone nearby. His guttural cry was constant: "OHHHHHHHH!" Then with a forcible thrust, Timmy's hips jolted upward and his cock jammed further into Darby's mouth as he shot his load. Timmy continued to thrust as his teen cock unloaded. Darby's mouth remained glued to its prize as he continued to suck and then swallow Timmy's sweet young cum. Finally, Timmy's first suckoff came to an end. Though he never wanted the feeling to stop, Timmy was spent. Darby continued to gently suck, making sure that he got everything that Timmy had to offer. When Darby finally released Timmy's cock from his mouth. He rose up on his knees, his own cock still throbbing and leaking. "I hope you liked that," he said to Timmy. "I have never felt anything like that in my life," Timmy replied. "Now you have to help me," said Darby. Timmy looked at his bud still on his knees in between Timmy's legs. "You need to watch while I beat off," said Darby, starting to stroke his meat. "Gladly," said Timmy. "I like to watch you do that." Darby shuddered in delight at those words. His hand raced up and down his cock as he frantically masturbated. Darby's eyes were locked on Timmy's eyes, which were locked on Darby's racing hand. In just a few seconds, Darby's moans grew louder and he thrust his own hips as the first spurt of his boy cum shot up at least three feet straight into the air, landing high on Timmy chest, and followed by a rain of cum dollops that covered Timmy's stomach and crotch. Darby fell back on his haunches. "Oh, fuck," he said. Timmy smiled as he watched the satisfied look on his buddy's face. Darby sighed, and then said "what a mess. I should lick that up." He bent down toward Timmy's cum covered crotch and let his tongue lick a long swath through the goo. Almost immediately, Timmy's cock started to swell again. Believe it or not, the night was STILL young!