Date: Wed, 27 May 2020 23:57:14 -0700 From: William RS Subject: Camping with Greg and Kevin 2 Camping with Greg and Kevin – 2 Before reading, please consider a donation to NIFTY. It was another nice sunny day in which Greg and I would hike the Silver Falls Trail up to, what else, Silver Falls and without Kevin. At breakfast, my mind was going through the motions and I must have appeared a little distant to Greg's family. In my mind, I was a little scared at the newfound feelings I was experiencing. You know, the funny feeling one gets that starts in his balls and envelopes his penis and groin. I good, scary feeling. My mind may have been a little scared, but my cock was doing its own thinking. Like my penis was saying, "Come on Wills, don't be scared, let's have some fun!" So, in my mind, I 'reluctantly' looked forward to what tonight would undoubtedly bring. The feelings emanating from my genitals were saying, "Bring it on!" As Greg and I set out on the hike, I was thankful Kevin was not with us as I needed a break from him to think about what he did with me the previous night. It also gave me a better opportunity to confide in what took place with Greg if I decided to go there, ultimately. At age eleven, what boy truly knows his sexuality? All I knew is I enjoyed life and that having a boner felt good, sometimes really good! I met Greg and his older brother Kevin, four years earlier. We became friends and soon he asked me to join Cub Scouts. We moved up into the Boy Scouts this past year. I remembered when I was standing in the bathroom of the church, after a troop meeting, emptying my bladder when Greg came in and stood next to me. He unzipped those cute little scout shorts issued to all scouts and fished out his soft cock and started to pee. I could not take my eyes from his cute penis as he directed his piss into the trough urinal. He held his cock by pinching the loose skin on the top side of his flaccid shaft with his thumb and forefinger which drew any loose skin back from his cockhead, leaving it exposed as it glistened in the dim light of the bathroom. Greg noticed my gaze and he seized the moment by talking about how we both compared, and he said he wondered how large mine got when I got hard. In my smug way I replied that I was normal for my age. He laughed and stated that we both would have larger dicks like his older brother, Kevin, who was thirteen. Back to the hike to Silver Falls, I decided to carefully talk about what Kevin had done the night before. Knowing that Greg and Kevin shared a bedroom, I started out on my first 'path of sexual discovery' with the following: "Kevin sure is weird at night, huh?" I asked Greg. "You ain't kidding," was Greg's response. Surprisingly, Greg then volunteered, "After the parents are asleep, he likes to crawl into bed with me and he snuggles with me. And, get this, he always has a boner. I usually have my back to him, and he hugs me while he humps his slimy boner on my butt crack. But what I really like is when he reaches around and gently pets my cock and balls which gives me a boner, too, and it feels awesome! Eventually, I fall asleep with his hand cupping my nuts. When I wake up to pee, he usually has returned to his own bed." "Wow," I said, trying to sound surprised. After a few seconds, Greg let out a giggle as he had figured why the conversation had started in the first place. "Kevin did the same thing to you, last night, didn't he?" Greg quizzed. "Yes, he did," I shyly admitted. Greg explained that Kevin loved to play 'penis games' with him but was always gentle and he loved how secure he felt around his big brother when they snuggled together in bed. I was not sure why, but now the thought of Kevin's larger and older cock with its wispy pubic bush began to fascinate me. Greg then said all this talk about penises was making him hard, but we should wait to play in the privacy of our tent, tonight. We hiked the creek, a way past Silver Falls where the trail became deserted and we eventually came upon a small lake in the valley above Silver Falls along the stream. We sat next to each other on a large boulder next to the lake, enjoying our company with each other and the glorious summer day in this part of the Cascade Range. I knew I was really taking a liking to Greg, more and more, with every passing moment. Greg suddenly laid his hand on my leg and leaned in close to my face. He had a serious look on his face. "Wills, I like you a lot." He then laid his face on my lap and started drawing circles on my leg with his finger. "Do you ever beat off?" "What is that?" I asked. Greg just giggled and stood up. He had a boyish smile on his face again that drove me crazy. "You'll find out soon," he said. Then Greg shifted gears, "The lake looks really nice. You wanna go swimming now?" "Sounds great! I bet I'm a better swimmer than you are!" I challenged. Then Greg got a devious look on his face and said, "Naw, I am the best at swimming. Wanna make a bet on it? Whoever loses must get naked in front of the other. Let's see who can swim over to that big tree on the other side the fastest!" We both jumped into the cool 'ball chilling' water and when Greg said `go,' we both started swimming furiously towards the large pine tree at the other side of the small lake. I swam as hard as I could. I didn't know Greg was a good swimmer! It was clear he was going to beat me when I was halfway across the lake and he was almost at the rocky shore near the tree. He got out of the water and started giggling as he turned back toward me after touching the tree. I approached the shore, disappointed that I wasn't going to be able to see Greg's naked body. The water was still up to my shoulders almost over my head. He swam right for me and grabbed my shoulders to help me. Just having him touch and help me gave me a yearning for Greg that I can only describe now as love. "I knew I would beat ya," he giggled. "I belong to a swim club, ya know." Greg's cute face was just inches from mine. I brushed his brown hair out of his eyes. He looked into my eyes for what seemed like an eternity without saying a word. He was now in front of me and put his arms on my shoulders. I'm sure I shuddered with delight and excitement. And I got that excited feeling emanating from my balls. "See ya back on the rock," Greg said as he quickly swam away. I was so weak in the knees after this that I could hardly stand up. All I could feel was the water slowly pushing its way around me. I stared into the sky reliving what had just happened over and over. I swam back to shore where Greg was waiting for me. He was sitting upon the boulder with the biggest grin on his face. I didn't bother putting my shirt back on because I knew what I had to do. I had lost the bet. I'm pretty sure no one outside my family had seen me completely naked before. As you could guess, my cock wasn't helping matters either; it was starting to get hard in my shorts. Greg was sure to see the obvious tent! "Come on, are you gonna do it or should I help you?" Greg asked anxiously. "Quiet you. I will do it when I want to," I said in a teasing voice. I started pulling my shorts down slowly hoping no one was around but Greg. I know my face cheeks were turning red at my embarrassment in the moment. I turned my back to him to delay as long as possible his view of my hard penis and slowly pulled my waist band over the curve of my butt and then past my knees. I looked down at my cock which was sticking straight up at my navel. I closed my eyes as I slowly turned around. "Ta da!" I remember exclaiming. "Wow, you have a cute boner," was all Greg could manage to say. And, I must admit that I loved everything about my 'cute boner.' I was circumcised in a time and place where most boys' penises were cut to look like those of their fathers. At eleven, I never gave it much thought because, to me, I never knew about foreskins and what had been removed at my birth. When I was much younger, I often marveled at how it got hard, but I learned to not let this happen in front of others or I would be admonished by my parents, particularly my mother. The boner Greg was now staring at was still that of the boy I was at age eleven. Totally hairless. Small marble size nuts. When rock hard, it had a slender, slightly upward curving shaft with a pronounced 'mushroom' type cockhead. At 4" long (yes, I was measuring it at that time), I figured I was normal, but I always was curious to see and compare it with other boys' penises, my age. Especially their boners. "Can I look at it up close?" my friend asked. "I guess so," I offered with slight embarrassment. "Can I touch it, too?" I nodded. With my invitation, Greg had me lay down on the large boulder and he went about looking at my cock up close. He got his face close to it. He blew on it. He sniffed it. He gently touched the tip and ran his forefinger down the bottom side which tickled and made me shudder with excitement at having this boy I was in love with, touching my most private parts of me. "I like your penis, Wills. We're very much alike." When Greg was serious, he used the word 'penis' instead of the normal 'cock' that we boys used when joshing around. After a few more minutes of delightful exploration, Greg suggested we return to our campsite as it was now late afternoon and his mom would have dinner. I must have looked disappointed as Greg quickly added that, "We'll have some fun in the tent, tonight, I promise." "Greg", I could hear his dad yelling from not so far away. I pulled my shorts back up as fast as I could. A few seconds later, his dad was rounding a bend on the trail approaching the lake. "Hey Greg, there you are. Mom has got dinner ready and wanted me to find you guys." As we headed down the trail, Greg gave me a quick smile and whispered to me, "Wills, you're the best. I can't wait for tonight." We were soon all sitting at the picnic table in camp. Greg's mom had made hamburgers with potato chips. His dad had a nice fire burning in the middle of camp. The mosquitoes were beginning to zero in on us and the woods were very dark by now. "I am glad to see you and Wills have a good friendship, it appears," his mom said with an approving smile. Before anybody could respond, older brother Kevin snarked, "You could almost say they're too close!" "Shut up, dick head," Greg admonished in my defense. Which elicited a quick "Boys!" from Greg's mom. Kevin put his hand on my thigh and gave it a small squeeze from under the table. That is all it took for me to get fully hard again. Who would have ever known this day was going so good for me and that it was probably going to get only better? To be continued.... Comments and constructive criticisms are always welcome. Write me at wrsjrm@gmail.com and I will respond to all thoughtful responses. Will R. S.