Date: Sat, 09 May 2020 14:37:57 +0000
From: silverhaireddad <silverhaireddad@protonmail.com>
Subject: Learning about Peni-Pulls (camping)

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Learning about "Peni-Pulls"

Timmy sat on the front steps, using a stick to draw circles in the garden
dirt beside him. It was Saturday, and summer vacation had just begun, but
he didn't have any plans yet. He had just finished sixth grade and was
going to junior high in the fall! Many of his elementary school friends
would be going to different junior highs, so thinking about the future was
bittersweet. At 12, the "future" was still an abstract concept in many
ways, but losing old friends and making new ones was very real.

The sound of a bicycle turning into his yard caught Timmy's attention. It
was Gene, his buddy who lived around the corner. "Hey, what you up to?"
Gene asked. "Not much," replied Timmy. "What about you?" "I'm bored...
that's why I'm out riding around." Timmy said "let me join you," and walked
around the side of his house to get his bike. They both pedaled off down
the street toward the creek that was a couple of blocks away. When they got
to the creek, they dropped their bikes and sat staring out over the water.
Gene picked up a rock and threw it out as far as he could. `Sploosh.' Timmy
did the same. `Sploosh.' They sat for a few minutes, throwing an occasional
rock into the creek, but without saying much. Gene asked, "what are you
doing this weekend?" Timmy replied, "don't have any plans." "Too bad we
can't pitch a tent beside this creek. It's really nice here." "Yeah, but
you know they won't let us. This is private property." "I know." They sat
in silence for a few minutes more, a random `sploosh' the only sound when
one of them threw a rock into the water. "Are you in the mood to camp out?"
asked Timmy. "I could set up my tent in my back yard." "That might be fun,"
said Gene. "The weather is really nice."  So, it was agreed that this
Saturday night would be spent in a tent in Timmy's backyard!

The boys continued to watch the water and throw an occasional stone into
its depths. Gene changed the subject. "Have you ever heard of `peni-pulls'
before?" he asked. "No, what are those?" "My brother told me about them,"
said Gene. Garry was Gene's younger brother who was a grade behind them in
school. "It's when you pull on your dick until it feels really good." Timmy
thought about that for a second. While he had just begun to get regular
boners, he hadn't really associated them with anything more than growing
up. The sixth graders he had gone to school with hadn't really "talked
dirty" (at least around Timmy) and the thought of this `peni-pull' thing
Gene was mentioning was intriguing. "Maybe you can show me when we camp out
tonight," said Timmy. "Yeah, that could be fun." An awkward (or
anticipatory) silence followed. About then, a power boat raced by on the
creek not far from the boys, and as the wake approached them, both moved
away from the edge of the creek so they wouldn't get wet. Gene said, "let's
keep riding."

The boys rode and rode and rode, traversing the neighborhood several times
and ending up on the campus of the junior high they would both attend after
summer was over. "Here it is," Timmy stated. "Yeah, I look forward to it,"
said Gene. They rode around the track and wheeled in between the classroom
buildings, trying to figure out where their home room might be. Then they
headed toward home. It was late afternoon, and both had chores to do before
they would be able to camp out. "When do you want me to come by?" asked
Gene. "How about after you eat dinner," Timmy suggested. "It will still be
light enough for us to get situated." "Deal!" They went their separate ways
when they got to the turnoff going to Timmy's house.

When Timmy got home, he finished up his chores and told his dad that he and
Gene would be camping out that night, and his dad helped get the tent and
two sleeping bags out of the garage. Timmy pulled them out to the back of
the property, far enough away from the house that any noise they might make
wouldn't wake anyone up. The firepit from the last time Timmy had camped
out was nearby, and he gathered up some twigs to help start a fire, then
went back to the garage to see if his dad would let him take some firewood
out there. His dad agreed, and Timmy made sure all of the provisions they
might need were close at hand, including some extra batteries for the
flashlights. He debated waiting until Gene arrived to set up the tent, but
thought it might be better to do it now and let it "air out" a little
bit. Set up was actually pretty quick. The tent was actually spacious. You
couldn't stand up inside, but it was more than a pup tent. Timmy unzipped
the two sleeping bags and draped them over the top of the tent to freshen
them up after storage. About that time, his mom called out from the back
door and said dinner would be in about fifteen minutes. That gave Timmy a
little time to go in and pull together some things he'd want to have
overnight. He got a fresh pair of briefs, a clean t-shirt and an extra pair
of socks, and a towel. He'd be wearing gym shorts, so even if those got
dirty, they'd last until morning (or he could take them off and stay in his
underwear!). At the last minute, he decided on an extra towel in case Gene
forgot to bring one. He got his favorite pillow off the bed (may as well be
comfortable sleeping on the ground!) and put it on the stack. He got a deck
of cards so they'd have something to do after it was dark outside. He
double-checked his flashlight, and also had a fluorescent lantern that
could be used inside the tent. If there was anything else "critical," they
were just in the back corner of the yard!

His mom called him to eat, and he had a full meal. At the end of the meal,
his mom said she had put together a "snack pack" that he could take out to
the tent so the boys would have some goodies to eat. Included in the
"goodie bag" were some marshmallows! She also provided two liter-sized
bottles of water, and another one of Coca-Cola, along with some plastic
implements and cups. She told Timmy to take a couple of metal clothes
hangers off the rack next to the washing machine to use for roasting
marshmallows. Timmy made a trip out to the tent with all of these in a
cooler. This was going to be "first-class" camping! He went back into the
house, stuffed all of the clothes he had gathered into his backpack, picked
up the pillow, and took them out to the tent as well. As he came back to
the house, his dad gave him an extra flashlight and even more batteries,
along with some bug repellent in case they needed it. He also gave Timmy a
long-handled butane lighter to light the kindling for a small campfire in
the firepit. After all that was situated at the camp site, Timmy went
inside to take a quick shower and change clothes. Gene should be there
before long! Timmy remembered that he ought to take his comb and the small
unbreakable mirror as well as a toothbrush and toothpaste! He tossed all of
those in a plastic bag and walked toward the back door. His mom stopped him
and gave him a roll of paper towels in case they spilled anything. He was
set!

On his way out to the tent, he heard Gene wheel in on his bicycle, a
backpack on his shoulders. "Hey, Timmy!" Gene called out. He wheeled up to
the side of the tent and leaned his bike against a nearby tree. "Looks like
you've got it all set up!" He took off his backpack and tossed it in the
front of the tent, closing the door right afterward to prevent any bugs
from getting inside. It was starting to get dusk, so they decided to light
a fire before it was completely dark so they could see what they were
doing. The twigs Timmy had gathered caught fire easily, and before you knew
it, they had a nice small fire going. The firepit had some metal stools
next to it, and they both settled in, the draw of the flames capturing all
of their attention.

After the flames had settled into a steady rhythm, Timmy said "Mom gave us
marshmallows!" The two of them quickly unfolded the metal hangers, tore
open the marshmallow bag and got ready to roast! After each of them had
polished off about five marshmallows, they decided to slow down so as not
to get sick to their stomachs. By now it was pretty dark, though the embers
in the fire cast a soft glow in the pit area. Timmy got up to add another
log. As the sound of crickets buzzed in the background and the wood sizzled
and popped, Gene decided to tell a "scary" story. It was the one about the
couple who had parked at Lovers' Lane and were making out when the music
was interrupted by a radio news announcement that the crazy hook killer had
escaped from the local asylum. He was the guy who had a hook instead of a
right hand and had used that hook to murder several people in the past. The
girl wanted to leave immediately, but her boyfriend insisted they were
okay. They locked all the doors and rolled up the windows, and he started
to kiss her again. She insisted that she didn't want to stay, and the
annoyed boyfriend started the car and burned rubber leaving Lovers' Lane,
taking his girlfriend back to her house. When they get out of the car, they
noticed the bloody steel hook dangling from the door handle...

Gene told it in a scary way, but in reality it was funny as well. "Your
turn," said Gene. So, Timmy added a log to the fire and told another story
about the two college roommates who had to study for an exam the next
day. Barb wanted to stay in and study, but Arden wanted to go out and party
with one of the cute guys she had met in class. She does, leaving her
roommate alone in the room to study. When Arden got home later that night,
Barb was in bed and the lights were off. Arden was quiet and didn't turn on
any lights so as not to wake her studious roommate. In the morning, Arden
wakes up, and goes to wake up Barb to get ready for the test, but Barb's
body is cold and lifeless, and her bed is soaked in blood. On the wall
beside her body, scrawled in blood, are the words "Aren't you glad you
didn't turn on the light?" Both of the guys shivered at that one.

They decided to roast a few more marshmallows and then get inside the
tent. Timmy looked off toward the house in the distance and saw that the
lights were all off. His parents had gone to bed. He pulled the bottle of
Coke out of the cooler and poured some into two plastic cups. They each put
more marshmallows on the wire and roasted them, only losing a couple to the
fire. When they were done, Timmy poured some water on paper towels and they
each cleaned off the marshmallow stickiness.

It was probably 11PM, and pitch black except for the glow of the
fire. Since it was in a pit, they decided just to let it burn down
naturally. Timmy picked up one of the flashlights and illuminated the way
to the tent flap, and went inside. Before Gene got in, Timmy asked him to
get one of the bottles of water and bring it inside in case they got
thirsty. Then he added the paper towels to the request. Gene brought them
both inside, turned and closed the flap. Though neither of the boys could
stand up straight inside the tent, there was room to maneuver. They both
removed their sneakers. The sleeping bags were laid out next to each other
and Timmy sat cross-legged on his while Gene sat on the other one. Timmy
turned on the fluorescent lantern, and a soft glow filled the tent
space. "Go Fish?" asked Gene. `Sure." They quickly played a couple of games
of Go Fish. As they neared the end of their second game, Timmy brought it
up. "Are you going to tell me more about these peni-pulls that you
mentioned earlier?" "Yeah, I'll get to it," said Gene. "But let's keep
playing cards for now." "I'm tired of Go Fish," says Timmy. "What else can
we play?" "What about poker?" said Gene. "Strip poker..." It was as if a
breeze of cool air swept through the tent. Both of the boys shivered with
excitement at the prospect of THAT game! "Works for me," said Timmy
bravely. Gene shuffled the cards and dealt the first hand. Now neither of
the boys was a seasoned card player and--quite frankly--two 12-year-old
boys playing strip poker on a camping trip really doesn't require
tournament-level playing. Gene lost quickly. Without saying anything, he
took off one of his socks. This time Timmy shuffled and dealt. Once again
Gene lost and his second sock came off. Gene shuffled and dealt. This time
Timmy lost, and his first sock came off. They kept exchanging shuffling and
dealing duties a few more times, both boys winning and losing, until each
of them was only in their shorts and underwear. Gene shuffled and dealt and
again quickly lost. He got up on his knees, undid his shorts, unzipped and
slid them off. He was now only in his white briefs. Tommy shuffled and
dealt, and this time HE lost. Following suit, he was soon sitting
cross-legged in only his white briefs. This would be the hand that made the
difference! Gene shuffled and dealt and lost. Timmy kind of chuckled and
said "take `em off." Gene slipped off his briefs and sat there in his
birthday suit. Timmy couldn't help but look. Even in the dim light of the
tent, Gene looked like he was starting to get a boner. Boys getting naked
does that to them! "Deal!" he said. Timmy shuffled and dealt, and Gene lost
again. "What am I supposed to do now?" he asked. "Just sit there and let me
turn on the flashlight," Timmy replied. He snapped the light on and pointed
it at Gene's crotch. "Wow, you're starting to get hair," Timmy
said. "Yeah," said Gene. "And a boner, too!" said Timmy. The flashlight
clearly showed that Gene was hard and throbbing. He liked being naked!
"Deal!" Gene said again, not attempting to hide anything but not wanting to
sit there in the spotlight either. Timmy shuffled and dealt, and finally HE
lost. Timmy wasted no time pulling his briefs down, his own boy boner
snapping up against his stomach with a smack. Neither boy said anything,
but Gene shuffled and dealt. Timmy lost again. "I guess it time for you to
be in the spotlight," Gene said. He turned the beam of the flashlight
toward Timmy's now-exposed crotch. "You are getting hairs, too!" said
Gene. "Yeah, a whole bunch of new ones the last couple of weeks." Gene kept
the light pointed at Timmy's crotch where his quivering boner also gave
evidence of excitement. "Mine gets hard all the time now," said Timmy. "The
books all say that's what happens when you start to grow hairs." "Yeah,
mine does, too," said Gene. Neither gave indication that masturbation had
even been a conscious part of their lives, but Gene had mentioned this
thing called peni-pulls.

"Do you ever play with it?" Gene asked. "What do you mean?" "Well, my
brother told me about peni-pulls." "Yeah, you said something about them
this afternoon. What are they?" "Well, Garry said if you pull your boner up
and down and up and down that it really feels good." "Show me," said Timmy,
as he turned on another flashlight and pointed it at Gene's crotch. Gene
grabbed his hard cock between his thumb and forefinger and began rubbing it
up and down. "Garry said if you do something like this that it really feels
good." He kept stroking his cock in the light of Timmy's flashlight. "You
wanna try it?" asked Gene. He once again pointed his flashlight beam at
Timmy's crotch as Timmy took his own hard cock in between his thumb and
forefinger and rubbed it up and down a couple of times. "Yeah, I guess it
does feel good," said Timmy. "Is that all it's supposed to do?" Sex ed
wasn't until the fall semester, so both of the boys were still a bit
ignorant of all of the details. "I guess," said Gene. "Well, okay, that was
nice," said Timmy. "Want to play some more poker?" Even though both of
their 12-year-old cocks were standing at rock hard attention, playing cards
seemed a better option. Timmy shuffled and dealt and Gene lost again. "What
am I supposed to do now?" he asked. "I want you to do that peni-pull thing
again for one minute while I watch," said Timmy. Gene grabbed his cock
again and began stroking himself up and down. After about a minute, Gene
said "give me the cards." He shuffled and dealt. This time Timmy lost. "You
need to do the same thing for one minute," said Gene. He pointed the
flashlight directly at Timmy again and watched while Timmy stroked himself
up and down for about a minute. Both of the boys were really throbbing by
now, but seemed to have no difficulty stopping when their minute was
up. Timmy shuffled and dealt. Gene lost. "What should I do now?" he
asked. "I tell you what," said Timmy. "Let me feel your hairs for one
minute." "Okay." Timmy scooted over until he was directly beside Gene. He
reached over and began to lightly caress Gene's sparse pubes, occasionally
pulling on one of them to make it stand out. The back of his hand sometimes
tapped against Gene's throbbing boner. After about a minute, it was Gene's
turn to deal. Timmy lost. "What do you want me to do?" he asked. "This time
I want you to do that peni-pull thing to ME for one minute!" "Okay," said
Timmy. You lose and you do what you are told to do. He reached over and
grabbed Gene's hard cock between his thumb and forefinger and stroked it up
and down. "Wow, that feels even better than when I did it!" exclaimed
Gene. After about a minute, Timmy shuffled and dealt. Gene lost. "Now you
do it to me," stated Timmy. Still sitting next to each other, Gene reached
over and grabbed Timmy's cock, stroking it up and down. "Yeah, that does
feel good," said Timmy. Gene then shuffled and dealt. He lost. "What now?"
he asked. "I want you to do it to yourself for two minutes this time," said
Timmy. He pointed the flashlight again as Gene began to rub himself up and
down. After about a minute, Gene said "this feels really good. It makes me
feel like I want to pee." "Well, don't pee in the tent," said Timmy. "No, I
mean, it has this feeling that is inside," said Gene, as he continued to
stroke up and down. When it came to the end of his two minutes, it was
Timmy's time to deal. "Can I keep on doing this?" asked Gene. "I really
like the way it feels." "Sure, if you want to," said Timmy. "Why don't you
do it too?" asked Gene. When a boy is "in the moment" it doesn't take much
encouragement. Timmy grabbed his cock and started stroking in earnest, just
like Gene was doing. After a couple of minutes, he noticed that it was
really starting to feel good as well. "Wow, mine feels the same as you
said," Timmy said to Gene. Sitting right next to each other, legs spread
and occasionally rubbing up against each other, both boys continued to
peni-pull. Soon, Gene said "I feel like something is going to happen!"
"What do you mean," asked Timmy. "I don't know but it feels really, really
good." Timmy kept stroking with one hand and use his other to point the
flashlight at Gene's stroking hand. Gene started to squirm and moan and his
hand began to involuntarily stroke even faster. "Ohhhh, man that feels
good," he moaned. "Ohhhhhhh..." About that moment, a dollop of clear liquid
bubbled out of Gene's cock, the light of the flashlight making it
noticeable.  "Ahhhhhhhh...." moaned Gene as his hand continued to
stroke. The clear liquid now covered the head of his cock. Finally, Gene
started to calm down. "Did you pee?" asked Timmy. "No," said Gene. I think
I did what Garry called `cum.'" Timmy got even closer with the flashlight,
checking out the liquid that had come out of Gene's cock. "You should do it
too," said Gene. "It feels so good!" Timmy's throbbing cock was like a
magnet to his hand. While still staring at Gene's wet cockhead, his thumb
and forefinger wrapped around his cock and stroked. As if some unseen force
now controlled him, Timmy began to shiver and moan as his stroking grew
faster. Gene watched him intently, his own teen cock still dribbling the
aftermath of his efforts. Tommy's hips began to buck and he loudly moaned
his pleasure. "I feel it, I feel it," Timmy said, recognizing what Gene had
previously described. As if a volcano was ready to erupt inside him,
Timmy's hips thrust forward as he stroked and he exhaled forcefully as his
hand brought the elusive pleasure to a climax. "UGHHHHH..." he grunted. A
stream of clear liquid shot from the end of his teen cock up onto his
stomach, followed by pulses that made his cockhead totally wet. "WOW!"
exclaimed Gene. "Look at that!" Timmy collapsed, totally absorbed in the
awesome feeling. "Did that feel good?" Gene asked, still handling his own
half-hard meat. "Yesssssss." Timmy replied. After a couple of minutes,
Timmy reached over to the roll of paper towels. He ripped off a couple and
gave some to Gene. They both dried off the wetness that covered their
crotches.

Though they were still both naked and still half hard, Gene suggested they
throw the paper towels they had used to clean up on the coals in the
firepit. It was exciting to think about opening up the tent and going
outside with no clothes on! Timmy, who was closest to the opening, unzipped
the flap and stepped out into the nighttime darkness. Gene was right behind
him. Carrying the soiled paper towels, they both walked over to the
firepit, in which some coals still were glowing. Gene tossed his paper
towels first, and they burst into flame, as if the liquid he had squirted
was gasoline. Timmy followed suit, with the same result. As they watched
the flames flare up and quickly die back down, Gene said, "that felt good!"
"Yeah, it did. I can't wait to do it again!" Gene giggled in agreement.
They both crawled back into the tent, now educated in the pleasure of the
peni-pull.