Date: Fri, 17 Sep 2010 15:34:24 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Camping with Innocent Billy, Part One" by Jay Roberts, Gay Camping, Young Friends and rural "Camping with Innocent Billy, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Young Friends, Camping, and Rural +++Oh boy, you say, an outdoor story of the woods and stuff. Well, there are woods, but there is also "Stuff" that you, if you are under 18 should not read. Please pack up your tent and steal away and return when you are older. John and I are both fifteen. We fool around a bit, especially when we get so horny we jes caint stand it. I guess I could do better'n John, he's big fer his age, hairy, raw boned and cruder than a bear, but he's the only game in town. Both of us been eying our young neighbor, Billy Barton. True he's only fourteen, but he's one handsome dude, though he doesn't know it, I think. Billy has curly blond hair and eyes so blue they hit you lak buckshot when he looks at you. He's tall fer his age, 'bout same height at me, five ten. I wonder if'n his male equipment is big too. John tol' me jes this morning, behind his hand, 'cause Billy was walkin' in front of us. "Look Jesse at that ass, prettier than a girls." We been walking together this year cause Billy is now in our school. We live on neighbor farms and we meet on the State Road 64 and wait fer the rural school bus. We're the first pickup and the three of us crown together on the rear seat. Feeling my hip 'gainst Billy's warm one gits me up and hard as a rake handle. Jostling around on the bus, my prick rubbing 'gainst my overalls is torture. Now I could move away, sure, I'd as likely do that as leave the bus altogether. Hah. I could see that John's face was a bit red and he had some blush on his chest, on which hair was beginning to grow. He allus looked that way when he was stiff. Billy was chatting away 'bout different school subjects. He was a happy kid with none of the dark sexy thoughts that haunted John and me. As I watched his face, his eyes bright, his pretty lips workin' over the words, it was all I could do not to lean over and kiss his full lips. I never kissed anyone afore, surely not gross John, though I thought 'bout it. Suddenly John, who had been silent, said, "Hey fellas, what say we go camping this coming weekend. It's cooling off and..." "Great," Billy said, "We could sleep in a tent an' cook stuff to eat. I have to ask my Gramp if'n I kin go." I also agreed. The thought of the sleepin' next to pretty Billy was almost more than I could bear and my prick leaked a bit. Well, Billy reported that his old Gramps agreed, BUT he said no guns. We had to leave 'em home, but he was a bow and arrow man. He made them to old fashioned way and he presented each of us with a full size, man size bow. They wuz hard to pull back but he did some target practice for a few days and sure enuff, we wuz able to use 'em. My arm was real sore. We started out on the following Saturday, taking turns carrying the heavy tent. This was afore those light weight spring loaded tents. This one was waxed canvas and lead heavy. On the way up the mountains we spied some small game, rabbits squirrels as such. John tried to shoot them with his new bow but Billy, acting crazy, hit the bow jes afore the arrow left. "Don't kill the poor them," he begged. Now I ask you, what the use of a weapon if'n you don't use it? We finally arrived high up, near a lake and we set up the tent. If warrent easy 'cause there were very few rocks around to hit the stakes. We shouldn't brought an axe or hammer. Anyways, we finally got it raised. We were sweatin' heavy and we went swimming in our undershorts, being that we were a little shy with each other. Billy turned out the be a good cook. He made eggs and ham from powdered eggs. We had bread and also some coffee he made cowboy style allowing the grounds to settle. "I wish we had some beer," John said. Billy agreed, he asked if we ever tried marijuana. John and I stared at him. That was serious stuff. How did a kid like him know 'bout that? "Why," I asked. "'Cause I got a bag of it in my backpack. Gramp laks it an' I tried it a few times." "Yah hoo," shouted John. "Let's git with it." Billy surprised us by havin' rollin' papers and he rolled three cigarettes jes' lak an expert. We used his lighter and got started pullin'. I tell you, we wuz not used to this stuff and in a short time we wuz actin' as silly as girls. Laughing and wrestlin' around and fallin'. Even though I was a little goofy from the weed, I still enjoyed the wrestling with the soft smooth skinned Billy. I think John did too. It made me kinda horny and feelin' in a lovey dovey mood. That feelin' of wantin' to taste that Billy-boy's lips came over me agin and I had to stuff down those feelins. After awhile, we were hot and sleepy. We got in the tent and Billy said we shouldn't git into our sleepin' bags, it was too hot, that we should opened them up and lay on top, and cool off. We flopped down, John and I on the end and Billy 'tween us. It was cozy and friendly, 'specially when Billy's foot rested on mine. I jes couldn't stay awake to enjoy this foot touch. I heard John snoring like a grown up and I felt myself slipping into sleep. I turned toward Billy and put my arm over his chest and my head on his shoulder and slipped into a deep sleep. It wuz still night, but a little lightenin' in the sky meant it was getting toward dawn. One thing I noticed right away, I was breathin' hard and my peter was stiff and pulsin'. I heard John and tother side of Billy sighing and moaning lak a side calf. I forced my squinty sexed up eyes to open and look around. First off I seed Billy's smooth hand on top of my undershorts. He had slid my peter out of the hole and he was petting in as if it were a family dog. His other hand was into John's shorts and his familiar fat dick was being loved to. Then I looked at Billy. He was totally naked and his penis was slim and long as garden snake and curved up toward him. His face was somethin' to see. He had a choir boy smile on his face and he was giggling softly to himself. The two of us, John and me were totally under the kid's magic spell of being pleasured. Somehow he figured a way to keep us up in a passion without reaching the spilling stage, but it was drivin' us crazy. We had the feeling that we might cum at any minute; we wuz ready for it; we craved it, but it wouldn't happen. John was almost crying now, with need. And I heard my own mewlin' voice plead to get finished. "Don't you jes love campin'?" Billy cooed at us. "I like this part 'specially, and I got some other great ideas. You fellas want to try somethin?" I croaked out, "Sure Billy, anythin' is good with me." John cleared his throat a few times, "Billy, if'n you could unhook yur hand and let me take it home to use nightly, I'd be obliged." Billy left off his funning with our pricks and sat up. He clapped his hands like a gym teacher. "Okay friends, let's git to the next campin' fun." End Part One