I think Johnny and Roger were as relieved that I wouldn't be sneaking around as I was. After all if I had got caught they'd have been in some trouble too. This way we could go with an easy conscience, even if it was a little exciting to be sneaking around.
Since I had my dad's sleeping bag we didn't need the extra one Johnny had dug up he loaned it to Roger who had forgotten his. Everything was working out great and as we sat in Johnny's room and went through our stuff I remembered the three dollars my dad had given me and pulled it out excitedly.
"Look what my dad gave me, this plus the buck twenty five I had makes 4.25, we're rich."
"I got two bucks from my dad," Roger said pulling out four quarters and a wadded up single."
"I got two buck too," Johnny said, but he didn't bother to show it, "Thats...um...a lot," he said laughing. We can eat at Dairy Queen and still have lots of money for hot dogs and stuff for the campout."
"We need marshmallows," Roger said excitedly, "to roast on the campfire."
"Hey, did you remember matches Johnny?"
"Sure did, plus...this," he said pulling out a shiny silver lighter, "It was my cousins and I won it off him playing cards," he added grinning.
"Cool, let's go over the list one more time...."
When we were sure we had everything packed Johnny grabbed his notebook and we made a list of the food we wanted to buy. The plan was to buy it at Griffin's Grocery which was just across from the tracks where we would turn off to go to the creek. That way we wouldn't have to carry them as far.
"Okay, you guys ready?" Johnny said stuffing the pencil and notebook in his backpack.
"Yep, let's go. We can be there in time to swim if we hurry," I had never been so excited in all my life, but I was a little nervous too. Even though I'd spent the night away from home a dozen or so times, this was something totally new.
We said goodbye to Johnny's folks and I saw Johnny's mom slip him another dollar bill.
"Stop somewhere and get some supper before you walk all the way out there," she said smiling.
"Yeah, we're gonna stop at the DQ and get burgers and fries on the way. Thanks mom."
We said our last goodbyes and thanks and headed off to the greatest adventure of our young lives.
As we headed up Graham toward the tracks we chattered excitedly about what lay ahead and before we knew it we were at the light on Mill. Griffin's was just across the street next to the alley and when the light changed we ran across the street and down the sidewalk.
By the time we got there we were hot and winded so we decided to splurge and get an RC Cola. We loved RC, because they came in 16oz bottles back then and all the other sodas were 12oz. But what's an RC without a Moonpie? so we bought six of those too, one for now and one for the campout.
In addtion we bought hot dogs, bread, mustard, chips, candy, cookies, canned pop, and some canned stuff in case we ran out of hot dogs. There was a lot of food there, but the way we ate back then I knew it wouldn't last long.
We paid for our stuff and once we were outside we divided it between the three packs. It added a little weight but I knew I could handle it if the others could. After all we could stop and rest if we needed to. We decided to find some shade to drink our RC and eat our Moonpies so we crossed the street and sat on the big wooden box at the front of the train depot. I'm not sure what it was for but it made a nice place to sit and the overhang of the roof put it in the shade.
"We can put our pop in the creek once we get there," Johnny said, "and it will stay cold." We need to hand the other stuff in a tree so the raccoons and stuff won't get it. I brought some rope."
"Cool, I never thought of that. Uh...what kind of other animals are out there?" I asked nervously. After all I was a city boy.
"Oh, just opossums and raccoons, rabbits, nothing dangerous."
"Oh, that's good cause we don't have a gun or anything."
"No, but I do have my knife," Johnny said pulling out a large folding pocket knife. When opened the blade was about four inches long and it looked sharp.
"If we catch a fish I can clean it with this," Johnny said grinning.
"Uh, we didn't bring poles, how we gonna catch a fish?" Roger wanted to know.
"Sometimes they just swim right up to ya and all you have to do is grab em."
"Oh, yeah...cool."
We finished our RC's and stashed the empty bottles in our backpacks. They were worth 2¢ and we weren't about to throw them away. The Dairy Queen was actually at the other end of town, so we decided to go to Horner's Drive-in which was in the same direction we were going. They didn't have inside dining, only speakers and car hops, but they did have a walk up window and a picnic table under the canopy and we got our stuff and ate outside.
We got big frosty mugs of Root Beer and huge cheeseburgers and fries so greasy they turned the paper they were on clear.....but they were so delicious. Everything was. Why is that everything tasted so much better when we were young?
We finished our food and drained our mugs of Root Beer and threw away our trash and returned the mugs to the window. Back then no one thought of stealing them. I mean that was just stupid. No one wanted to mess things up like they do today.
It was still hot out and there was at least three hours of sun left so we decided to hurry so we'd get to the creek in plenty of time to swim and cool off. As we headed across the highway toward the tracks the old gin mill came into view and I thought about Gerald and what we'd done the day before. I wanted so badly to tell Johnny and Roger all about it, but instead I just told them I made a new friend and left out the sex stuff.
"Cool, maybe we can all three walk over there sometime and play on the school grounds there. Think you new friend would like that?" Johnny said looking interested.
"I don't know," I said wishing I'd kept my mouth shut. What if we did go over there and Gerald mentioned the sex stuff?, "Anyway it's a long way to walk."
"We could ride our bikes," Roger suggested.
Shut up, I wanted to say, but instead I just grunted and changed the subject.
The backpacks were heavy and the sun was hot and before too long we were dragging along as slow as snails. It was Roger who suggested we stop and rest and neither of us protested.
We found a spot just off the tracks where there was grass and a scraggly tree but there wasn't much shade. The grass was cooler than the tracks though and before long we were ready to move on. Johnny surprised us by producing a canteen and taking a swig of water then offering it to us. We were best buds so there was no hesitation drinking after each other even though we did wipe the top of the canteen off with our shirts first.
We trudged on then and before long the town gave way to pastures and trees and soon we were at the turn off. We threw our backpacks over the fence and helped each other through the barbs then grabbed up our packs and practically ran the distance to the creek.
As we neared the creek I could smell the water and feel a cool breeze blowing off of it. Without saying a word we threw down our backpacks and started ripping off our clothes. Modesty meant nothing now that we'd seen each other naked and soon three tan blurs hit the cool creek water.
"Awww...this is the life," Johnny said bobbing near me as Roger swam up under him and sent him flying, "Oh...you wanna play," Johnny yelled as he came up spitting water, "You are gonna get it now."
I watched as my two best friends splashed each other and pretty soon I just had to get in on the fun. Now there were three of us splashing and playing grab ass and I guess it was only a matter of time till all three of us popped boners.
Johnny was the first to say anything and when he reached down and grabbed Roger's he was laughing hard, "Look...I caught a fat pecker fish."
"Awwwkkk.." Roger yelped, "don't..stop...don't stop," he giggled, "I know you like it."
"Yeah, now grab mine," Johnny laughed.
I guess he must've done it cause Johnny started yelping and thrusting around in the water. I looked down through the water and saw that they both had hold of the other's pecker and I felt totally left out. I wanted a pecker to hold too.
"Hey, Robert come over here," Johnny said as if he was reading my mind.
I moved closer and he reached down with his other hand and found my hard pecker, "I thought so. He's hard too Roger," he laughed.
Well Roger wasn't shy about checking out my pecker himself and suddenly I had two hands on my pecker and I have to say it was about the best feeling ever.
Then suddenly they both pulled away and swam off leaving me with the worst case of blue balls ever. Of course I didn't know that term back then, I just knew I felt cheated and wanted to jerk off so bad I hurt.
I forgot about it after a while as I joined my buds swimming and splashing and when Johnny climbed up on the other side to use the swing I noticed his pecker was soft. Mine was slowly going down in the cold water but as far as I could tell Roger was still pretty hard.
We swam for another hour or so and by the time we climbed out to dry off we were pretty tired. We found a spot on a rock beneath the evening sun and pretty soon we were all three asleep. I woke up first and looked over at Johnny who was laying beside me. As I watched the slow rise and fall of his chest I noticed his nipples were hard. Then letting my eyes wander down his body they came to rest on his hard flat stomach. I loved how his belly buton lookd and I had this crazy desire to reach out and touch it. Instead I let my eyes wander on down until they were resting on his crotch.
His pecker was soft and laid to the right on his hip. The head was fully covered by his foreskin and the few wiry hairs above it were matted to his body. His balls were pulled up tight against his body and looked soft and smooth. I was facinated by his body and especially his private parts but I didn't know why. I mean I was a boy and had the same parts, so what was so different about Johnny's?
I heard Roger stir and I jerked my eyes away from Johnny's pecker and came eye to eye with Roger. He smiled and stretched then his eyes traveled down Johnny's body and I saw a gleam in his eyes.
He mouthed the words, "Watch this" and I grinned. I didn't know what he had in mind, but I was game for whatever it was.
Reaching over slowly Roger began to run his finger down Johnny's stomach all the way to the base of his pecker. He kept doing this over and over and pretty soon Johnny's pecker began to stir and straighten out and pretty soon it was standing straight up.
Roger giggled when it was fully hard and I watched with fascination as the pink head peeked out of the foreskin. I wanted so badly to grab it and squeeze it and make it shoot, but I was too chickshit to even touch Johnny at all.
Roger was brave though and next he began to rub Johnny's balls until Johnny finally spread his legs a little. I wasn't sure if he was still asleep at that point. Maybe he was just pretending so it wouldn't seem so weird. Either way I was enjoying the show.
Next Roger grabbed Johnny's pecker and squeezed it gently bringing the foreskin all the way up then pulling it back to expose the head. It was darker now and I could see a little wetness at the slit. Was he peeing? I wondered.
"Your turn," Roger whispered, "Go on, he's asleep."
My heart was beating so fast I thought I would pass out, but I didn't want to be a chickenshit so I took Roger's words as a challenge and slowly reached for Johnny's wonderful, beautiful pecker. It felt warm and soft, but beneath the softness it was hard as steel. I moved the skin slowly just like I did with my own pecker then I felt Johnny tense up a little and when he moaned softly I knew he wasn't asleep.
I panicked then. I was messing with my best friend's pecker without his permission and suddenly I felt really bad. I let loose of his pecker and sat up and just stared out at the creek for a minute.
A second later Johnny sat up and yawned and stretched, "I gotta pee like a race horse," he said jumping up and heading off toward the nearest tree. I stared at his naked butt and then looked over at Roger who was cracking up.
"He didn't even know we did it," he whispered as he moved across to sit next to me, "He slept the whole time," he said cracking up.
"What's so funny?" Johnny said still pretending that he had been asleep.
"Nothing, just a joke I told Robert, that's all. What are we gonna do now?"
Johnny's pecker was soft again and he scratched his balls as he spoke, "Well, let's get dressed and set up the tent before it gets dark. Then we can figure out what to do next."
We built a little pool with rocks to keep our pop in and put the rest of the stuff inside the tent once we had it set up. The tent was the simple kind, with two center poles and stakes to hold the corners down and the floor was a piece of tarp that fit under the edges. It wasn't the greatest tent in the world, but it was big enough for all three of us to stretch out in even if we couldn't stand up or anything.
It was still hot and another swim sounded good, but none of us wanted to get wet again so we went exploring instead. The sun was starting to go down by then and I began to worry about what would happen when it got dark. Back at the tent we had a fashlight and candles but if we didn't get back before dark we were in real trouble.
Fortunately there wasn't much to explore and we were back in plenty of time. We spend the rest of the time before the sun went down picking up firewood and dragging bigger limbs closer to the campsite so we'd have plenty of firewood for the night. We found some logs to use for seats and rolled them into a square around the fire ring we built of rocks from the creek.
By the time the sun began to set we had everything ready to go. Johnny seemed to know exactly what he was doing since he had gone camping with his dad before and we let him take charge. He built the fire slowly and pretty soon it was blazing bright.
It was still a little warm out even after the sun had gone down so we stripped off our shirts and shoes and sat around the fire and roasted our wieners (no not those...he he the hot dogs). They were a little overdone but we were so hungry we didn't care. They tasted wonderful and we stuffed our faces with the hotdogs and chips and cookies and guzzled down sodas until we were stuffed.
"I'm too full for marshmallows, let's roast them later. How about we we go for a night swim?" Johnny suggested.
"Okay, but are there snakes in there at night?" I sure didn't want to get bitten. I could just hear my mom now...I told you it was dangerous.
"Maybe a few, but they won't bother ya if you don't bother them."
"I'm not going in there if there are snakes, I hate snakes."
"Aww...come on. I'll stay right with ya."
"Well, what do you think Roger, you wanna swim?"
"Sure, I'm not scared. Sides we got our own snakes," Roger said grabbing himself.
We were giggling as we stripped off our clothes and soon we were wading out into the cold creek water. Once the sun went down the water temp went way down and we were shivering as we tried to get used to it. Johnny decided to speed things up by splashing us and it took my breath away.
"Damn it Johnny, stop," I yelled, but I was laughing at the same time.
"Oh you're gonna pay for that," Roger yelped as he jumped on Johnny and pushed him under.
I heard them spashing and struggling as they laughed and I wondered what was going on over there. I treaded water and got next to them and by then they were just floating there looking guilty. Their hands were beneath the water and out of sight and I wondered what they were up to.
"Give me your hand Robert," Roger giggled.
"Why?" I asked, but I moved closer and held it up anyway.
Roger grabbed it and pulled it beneath the water and a second later he was wrapping my hand around his hard pecker. I wondered how he managed to get it hard in the cold water. My pecker had shrunk up the minute I hit the water but as I explored Roger's pecker mine began to come alive.
"What are you queers doing?" Johnny laughed.
"This," Roger said and I heard Johnny grunt as Roger no doubt wrapped his hand around Johnny's pecker.
"Oh, well...that's okay," Johnny giggled, then he reached down and grabbed my pecker and it went hard instantly.
We floated there for a long time just holding each other's pecker but we didn't really talk about what we were doing. Roger finally brought up the subject of the dirty magazines and Johnny told him he had brought two really good ones.
"We can use the flashlight to look at em later and uh uh uh...you know what?" Johnny said thrusting his hips and causing a wave.
"Let's get out and dry off now," Roger suggested, "We can roast some marshmallows and tell some ghost stories."
I was a little disappointed, but I was hoping that later in the tent things would go a little further. We dried off as best we could and slipped on our underwear and shorts and threw a few more pieces of wood on the fire while Johnny cut sticks for us to use to roast our marshmallows on.
We sat around the fire each us on his own log and roated our marshmallows and wasted as many as we ate. I mean it's hard to roast marshmallows when you're cutting up and laughing your ass off and we were having so much fun.
Pretty soon we got tired of the marshmallows and decided to drink another soda and tell ghost stories. I wasn't much of a story teller back then but Johnny was a master at scary stories and before too long we were all huddled on the same log so close we could feel each other's heat as he told a creepy story about some kids at a campout and how they disappeared one by one. My heart was thumping as he finished up the story by grabbing us and yelling at the top of his lungs.
"Stop it asshole. Get off me, I'm gonna pee on ya if you're not careful," I giggled.
"That was a good one," Roger said, "Got any more?"
"Yeah, but the mosquitoes are eating me alive, let's get in the tent now."
We put out the campfire and peed and crawled into the tent and tied the flap shut and it was dark and quiet all of a sudden. Then Johnny switched on the flashlight and I realized just how small that tent was. We had our sleeping bags laid out on top of the tarp but they didn't do much to soften up the hard ground beneath them.
Johnny settled into the middle and I was on the left side of him and Roger on the right just as we'd been on the rock earlier in the day. My mind flashed back to that little episode and I felt my pecker begin to stir.
"It's too hot to sleep in these," Johnny said skinning off his shorts and we followed his lead.
There we were three 11 year old boys sitting there in just our underwear and the tension was so thick in the air that you could've cut it with a knife. I was aware of a scent that I tended to associate with my own pecker, especially when I was jacking off, and I realized it was the smell of my two buddie's privates mixed with my own. I think we were too young to really put off much scent or those pheremones that you hear about these days but our noses were especially sensitive at that age and I was sure they smelled it too.
"So....where's the dirty books?" Roger asked grinning like a mad man.
"Over there in my backpack, pass it over and I'll get em."
Roger grabbed the backpack and drug it over to Johnny who dug through it and finally pulled out two worn looking magazines. One was missing the cover but the cover of the other one showed a blond lady with big tits wearing only panties and sucking her finger suggestively.
"Oh man, I can't wait," Roger panted, "let me see one of those."
"Okay, and Robert and I can share this one," Johnny said handing Roger the one missing the cover.
Roger wasted no time opening it up and I could hear him breathing heavy as he turned the pages.
Johnny scooted over so close to me that our legs were touching and laid the book down across our laps and opened the book up to the first page. It was the same woman as on the cover but now she had her panties off and was fingering her twat. I knew I should have been excited by the sight of a naked woman but the truth was her twat looked sort of nasty. Even then I had begun to realize that I liked boy stuff more than girl stuff, but I was too young to really know what it all meant.
Johnny turned the page and nudged me when the picture of the same lady bent over showing her butt came into view. Now I had to admit her butt did look sort of nice and I didn't mind looking at that part even if I didn't know what butts were for sexually at that time in my life.
"I'd fuck that sooo hard," Johnny said shivering as he spoke.
I could feel the heat of his body and that scent he was giving off seemed stronger now. Our laps were hidden by the magazine but I knew my pecker was starting to stand up a little and I guessed Johnny's was too. I think my boner was more from being so close to Johnny than from the pictures in the magazine, but it was obvious Johnny was enjoying them.
"Oh man, look at this one," Roger said holding up a center fold of a lady with her legs wide open while she fingered what looked like a wrinkled pile of skin. To me it was nasty looking but I pretened to like it since my buds did.
It wasn't until we finally came to the part of the book where men started showing up that I got interested. At first they were just kissing the woman's boobs and stuff but pretty soon it go more interesting. I sort of knew what a blow job was but I didn't really know that mechanics of it until that night.
There in black and white and then in living color was the blond woman with her ruby red lips wrapped around the guy's enormous pecker. There were other pictures too where she licked the head and the shaft and even his balls and by then I was so hard I hurt.
"Oh man, I wish she was here right now," Roger said discarding his magazine and scooting over to share ours, "I'd let her suck my big old pecker till I spermed in her mouth."
"Eww...in her mouth? No one would ever let you do that," I said suddenly grossed out by the thought of such a thing.
"Sure they would. That's how it works dork, they swallow it all down and it's...it's good for them. It's not bad and it doesn't taste that bad. You've tasted your own right?"
"Well...I..sort of..that first night, but not someone else's that's nasty."
"Okay, you can spit," Roger laughed, "I don't mind."
"Shut up," I said reaching over to rap him on the arm, but the truth was having his pecker in my mouth didn't sound all that bad to me.
"I'd love to fuck that bitch," Johnny said as he turned the page to reveal the woman bent over once more as the man plowed her from behind, "that's called doggy style. Doin it just like a dog," Johnny said lustily.
"My pecker is so hard....." Roger whined, "I'm gonna have to jack off pretty soon."
"Well...not yet," Johnny said suddenly, "you can wait, there's more magazine to look at."
I looked over at them both and I wondered if they were thinking that same thing I was. I'd already done stuff with Roger and I wanted so badly to do stuff with Johnny, but how could I get things going without sounding desperate or wierd?
We swapped books with Roger and he went back to looking on his own and Johnny and I shared. This book was mostly about women but there was one guy in the back part and he was skinny and had a lot of hair on his body which I found exciting for some reason. His pecker was big too, maybe 8 inches or more and fat and I wondered how any woman could fit that thing in her cunt, but in the next few pages I found out.
"Oh man, look at that. He's stretching her cunt out with that big ole pecker. I bet she'll walk funny for a week," Johnny laughed.
Then he reached beneath the magazine and adjusted himself, "Got an itch," he said blushing, but we both knew better.
My pecker was harder than I ever remembered it being and I had never wanted to jack off so much in my whole life. If I didn't do it soon I was afraid I'd go crazy.
"Let's turn out the light and lay down and tell dirty stories," Roger said suddenly.
"You just want it dark so you can jack off," Johnny laughed.
"Do not, I'm just tired of looking at the books."
"Okay, okay...but first I gotta pee again."
We all did and as we stood side by side with our streams crossing I checked out my two buddies again. Our boners had gone down some but we still stood proud as we emptied our bladders and when it was time to shake them off and put them away I was a little disappointed.
We crawled back in the tent and Johnny made a big deal of tying up the flap and checking to make sure everything was okay. We hadn't hung up the food like Johnny had suggested but he decided it would be safe as long as it was in the tent with us. He was almost right.
We stretched out but this time I wound up in the middle and the other two seemed fine with that. I don't know what I had in mind, but for some reason I felt like things would work out best that way. Once we were settled in Johnny turned off the flashlight and the darkness surrounded us.
It took a little while for my eyes to adjust to the dark and even when they did I could barely make out the shapes of Roger on one side and Johnny on the other. I could hear their soft breathing and smell their scent as if my other senses were hightened by the lack of sight.
"Boy this was fun," Roger said yawning, "and tomorrow will be even better."
"Yeah, this is the best," I said feeling very happy, "let's tell stories now."
"I got one," Johnny said sounding excited, "It's called Johnny FuckerFaster."
Roger groaned, "I know that one, but go ahead....I like that one."
I'd heard it too, actually it was a joke, but hearing Johnny tell it was way better than anyone else I'd heard it from.
"See there was this kid and his name was Johnny FuckerFaster and this girl moved in next door to him and she was so pretty and Johnny wanted to get in her panties really bad.
So one day his mom was gone and Johnny went over to this girl's house and her parents were gone too and he asked her if she'd like to come over and play. Well, she wasn't real smart and she said okay so they went over to Johnny's house and pretty soon he took her to his bedroom.
Now she had never been in a boy's bedroom before so she was like looking around and stuff and Johnny was trying to figure out how to get her to take off her clothes then he had an idea.
So he says, want a sucker? And she says yeah, and so he hands her a sucker and she rips off the wraper and sticks it in her mouth and eats it in one bite.
So Johnny says I got another sucker, but this time you gotta do something for me.
So she says okay and he says you gotta take off your dress.
So she says okay and rips off her dress just like that and Johnny hands her another sucker. Then he looks her body over and his pecker is so hard he can't wait. She don't have big boobs or anything but she is wearing like this little bra thing and so he says I'll give you another sucker if you'll take off that thing and she says okay and just like that she's just in her panties now.
Johnny looks down at her panties and sees that they're pink and have little flowers on them and he grabs his pecker and squeezes it and sort of moans.
So then the girl says, Do you have any more candy? and Johnny about dies. So he says, Yeah but you gotta take off your panties if I give you some and she says okay and holds out her hand and as soon as Johnny puts another sucker in her hand she drops her panties just like that."
"Oh man that's so hot," Roger moaned, "I wish I was that Johnny right now. You tell it good man...better than I ever heard it."
"Yeah, really good." I said rubbing myself in the darkness and hoping they couldn't see.
"Okay..okay...so then Johnny is looking at her twat now and it's gots some hair on it but it's so pretty and pink and his pecker is so hard and he just has to get some of that so he says, I'll give you all the candy I got if you'll lay down and let me fuck you. And just like that she holds out her hand and as soon as he hands over the candy she lays down on the bed and spreads her legs. Johnny is so nervous cause he's never fucked a girl before but he climbs on her and sticks it in and goes to town on that little twat.
He's really going at it and he's really close when he hears the door slam and his mom yells, Johnny FuckerFaster, Johnny FuckerFaster.. so he yells back, (and we all three said it at once) I'm fuckin her as fast as I can ma."
We all fell apart with laughter and then we started rolling around and grabbing each other's butts and peckers and it was a lot of fun. We eventually settled back down and Roger told us a joke his dad told him, but I really didn't get it even though I laughed as hard as they did.
"Come on Robert, it's your turn," Roger begged.
"Well....I don't know any but I can tell you something that happened for real if you want."
"Yeah," they both said shifting toward me and in the darkness I could almost make out their faces as they waited.
"Well, this happened to my uncle. I'm not even supposed to know about it, but I heard him telling his friend Walter about it. See there was this guy they knew who had a sister and I guess she was pretty wild. Anyway my uncle went over to their house one day and he caught this guy and his sister doin it in this guy's room. He said he was so shocked he couldn't even speak, but his friend just finished and asked him if he wanted sloppy seconds, whatever that means, and my uncle fucked her too."
"What, no way. That is so hot," Roger said. Wish I had a friend like that."
"Who was this guy?" Johnny asked rolling onto his side.
"I don't know for sure, but I think they moved right after that cause my uncle told Walter that he wished they were still around so he could do it again."
"Man that is so hot. I am so horny now...." Roger said suddenly grabbing me and humping my leg, "Oh baby...oh baby."
"Get off me," I laughed, but truth was I was loving it. I could feel his hot hard pecker on my leg and my own pecker was trobbing like crazy.
"What are you two queers doing over there?" Johnny laughed.
"Raping Robert," Roger giggled, "wanna help?"
"Yeah," Johnny giggled and suddenly I had both of them humping me like crazy.
I played it off as funny and kept laughing and pretending to hate it, but it felt so good I never wanted them to stop. Suddenly it got quiet but the humping kept on going and then suddenly I felt Roger tense up and thrust against my leg really hard and then I felt something wet.
"Did you...did you pee on me?" I gasped.
"No....un uh...I swear," Roger said rolling away.
"He probably came on your leg," Johnny said as he stopped humping my leg, "Ewww...you got his sperm on your leg," he laughed.
"Roger, did you come on me?" I asked reaching down to rub my leg. There was a little wetness there but it could have been sweat for all I knew.
"No...I'm not like you Johnny," Roger said sounding angry and nervous.
"You're the one who raped his leg, not me."
"You did too," Roger pouted.
"It's okay," I didn't want them fighting and I wanted the fun to continue, "he didn't do anything. It was just sweat, that's all."
"I'm thirsty," Roger said suddenly, "can I have a drink of water from your canteen?"
"It's over there by the door," Johnny said, "I want some too."
I felt Roger crawl away and heard him digging around then I heard a little cry of surprise and he started screaming bloody murder, "There's something in here...oh God...I think it's hissing at me. Turn on the light, turn on the light."
My heart was beating so hard I thought it would break out of my chest and then Johnny switched on the flashlight and when our eyes adjusted we saw Roger cowering against the tent flap and not two foot from him a big old fat raccoon sat eating a hot dog as calmly as if he were one of us.
Johnny started cracking up but I was still a little nervous. I didn't know much about wildlife and even though he looked cute and friendly I really didn't want to find out if he was.
"Oh God, that think scared me," Roger said sounding a little less panicked now, "I can't believe he got in here without us hearing him."
"You were too busy humping my leg to notice," I laughed, "he was probalby waiting for sloppy seconds."
It took a minute for that to sink in then we all three laughed so hard that the raccoon must've decided we were crazy and he hightailed it out of there fast. We laughed even harder when we saw him squeezing out the tent flap and it took us ten minutes to get ourselves under control.
Johnny moved the hotdogs to his backpack and with a piece of rope hung it from the front tent pole, but I don't really think it would have made that much difference if that old raccoon came back. But I was pretty sure he wouldn't be back from the way he took off running.
We got our drink and Johnny checked the flap again and piled the other two backpacks in front of the door before crawling back over and laying down beside me.
"Can we keep the flashlight on a while?" Roger said still looking nervous.
"No you baby, we'll need it later. Do you want to lay by me so you'll feel safe?" he joked.
"No, I'm safer by Robert. You'd probably rape my butt if I got too close to you."
"Huh, it's you who rapes people."
"Okay, you two......be nice," I said trying to be the peacemaker.
"I am nice," Roger sniggered, "especially in bed."
"Yeah, with who...your dog?" Johnny teased.
We all laughed then and things were okay again.
As soon as the flashlight was out Roger scooted a little closer and I could feel his hip agianst mine and that felt pretty good. On the other side Johnny was stirring a little and I could just make out his face as he rolled onto his side facing me.
It was still early so I suggested we play a game.
"Like what?"
"Let's play, what am I thinking."
"Okay, you go first."
"Okay, I'm thinking of something that's pink."
"A pecker," Johnny laughed.
"Nope."
"A nose," Roger guessed.
"Nope."
"Give us another clue."
"Okay, sometimes it's hot and sometimes it's cold."
"Sure it's not a pecker?" Johnny sniggered.
"No, is that all you think about?" I laughed.
"Just yours," he teased as he rolled into me and grabbed my pecker through my undies.
I yelped but I didn't tell him to stop and he held it for a while before letting go.
"Is it a hot dog?" Roger said suddenly sounding excited.
"Yeah, you got it," I admitted.
"What? Hot dogs aren't pink, they're red," Johnny grumbled.
"Not when they're boiled."
Johnny groaned, "Okay, it's your turn Roger."
"Okay, okay...I'm thinking of something that's black."
"Your feet," Johnny said cracking up.
"No stupid, more like your butthole," Roger laughed.
"Come on, play right you two," I sighed.
"Okay, okay...mmm is it the night?"
"Aww...you got it," Roger said sounding disappointed.
"My turn, okay...I'm thinking about something that's blue."
"The sky," I guessed.
"Nope."
"The water?" Roger said rolling toward me a little.
"Nope, one more clue. It smells good."
"Huh, blue and smells good. What's blue and smells good?"
"A sucker?" Roger guessed.
"Nope, not candy."
"Uh, perfume?" I said really racking my brain for the answer.
"Nope, give up?"
"No, one more clue."
"Okay, they have them at school."
"At school....what could it be?"
"Aww...I think you're making it up," Roger said laying back down.
"Nope, it's for real. Give up?"
"No, let me see...is it that stuff they clean the windows with?"
"Close, but no."
"I got it....I got it," Roger said sitting up, "it's paint...blue paint."
"No," Johnny laughed, "not even close. Give up?"
We tried for another ten minutes tossing out answers left and right but none of them were right and finally we gave up.
"It's urinal cakes," Johnny laughed, "you know those things they hang in there to hide the piss smell."
"What, no..those are white," I protested.
"Sometimes they're blue," Johnny laughed.
"This is boring," Roger said, "let's tell stories again. I know one."
We listened as Roger told us a lame story about this graveyard and it wasn't even scary but we pretended it was and when he was done Johnny said he was next.
"See there was this teenage boy and this girl and they went out parking one night out by the rock quarry...you know the one out by the lake? and see they were sitting in the car and making out and the boy was just about to get in her panties when they heard a thumping noise.
They thought it was the wind or something at first but there was no wind blowing and so the boy got out to see what it was while the girl stayed in the car. He was gone a long time and when he came back he said it was nothing and they went back to kissing and stuff.
He was kissing her titties and trying to work his finger into her cunt when they heard the thumping again..thump...thump...thump. He pulled his hand back and got out of the car to see what it was again and this time he was back really quick.
The girl asked him what it was and he said he didn't know, that he didn't see anything but he was acting really weird and the girl said they should go home now. Well, the boy said no and that he wasn't leaving till he got some pussy and the girl started fighting him and that's when she saw the thing sticking out of his back.
It looked like a snake only hard and where it went into the guy's back it was bleeding. Then she looked into his eyes and she screamed cause his eyes were red and he had fangs now and he leaned down and bit her on the shoulder and it hurt like crazy and she was trying to get away but he just kept coming after her.
She got the car door open and started running but the guy was faster and he knocked her down and started ripping her clothes off and when he pulled down his jeans instead of a pecker he had one of those snake things sticking out of his crotch and then he put it in her pussy and she screamed and the thing crawled up inside her and she became one of those things too.
They drove back to town and the next day they started finding other boys and girls who wanted sex and they turned them into monsters too. And now almost every kid in town is one of them.....Including me," Johnny screamed as he thrust his hard pecker against my leg then started laughing like he was crazy.
My heart was beating out of my chest but it was exciting to have Johnny's pecker on me so I didn't complain. Roger was laughing too and he got in on the joke by humping me on the other side.
"I'm one too," he laughed.
"Well..so am I, so there, you can't change me cause I already been changed."
"Then we're all snake men and we can rub our snakes together," Johnny laughed.
Well we got caught up in the moment and the next thing I knew we were on our knees in a circle rubbing our hard peckers together. It was crazy how good it felt, but we were laughing the whole time so it didn't seem wierd or serious or anything. It was just like all the crazy stuff buds did and I didn't feel guilty or like it was wrong or anything. In fact, I loved it. It was fun and funny, but most of all it felt really good.
"We better stop guys," Roger said suddenly, "or I'm gonna make a mess,"
"I thought you already did that on Robert's leg," Johnny laughed.
"Shut up," Roger said falling down beside us.
The fun was pretty much over then and Johnny and I pulled apart and fell down too. We were breathing hard and sort of sweaty and we just laid there for a while catching our breath and cooling off.
"You guys sleepy yet?" Roger said softly.
"Naw....not me."
"Me either," Johnny said sitting up, "We should stay up late and talk or something."
"Yeah....definitely. So...what are we gonna do tomorrow?"
"Well...sleep as late as we want, then get up and eat and maybe go swimming for awhile."
"We should walk into town and get some ice cream," I suggested, "We can leave the tent and stuff here."
"Yeah, yeah..that's a good idea Robert," We could even get lunch if we wanted. We still have enough money."
Yeah, but no hot dogs," Roger laughed, "Only hot dog I want to see is my own."
"And mine," I teased, "probably want to eat it too," I added cracking up and Johnny joined in.
"Yeah, Roger you can be our leader." Then he began to sing, "Roger, Roger he's our leader...he's the one who sucks our peter."
And we laughed so hard it hurt. Even though it was just a joke it was exciting to think about things like that and my pecker began to get hard again. I didn't know if Johnny and Roger were hard too, but I would have been surprised if they weren't.
"Yours is too big to suck," Roger said at last, "but I'd suck Robert's."
"I bet you would," Johnny laughed, "well...how bout it Robert...would you let him?"
I wanted to yell "YES" at the top of my lungs but I wasn't sure if this was some kind of test or the real thing so I took my time thinking what to say. Finally I decided to take the coward's way out.
"I don't know. That's kind of weird. Would I have to do it back?"
"Well...Roger...would he?"
"Hey, I was just kidding," Roger said sounding embarrassed.
"Awwww...cock teaser," Johnny laughed.
"What's that?" I asked naively.
"It's like when a girl gets you all hot and bothered then won't put out. That's what Roger's doing. He's teasing your pecker."
"Shut up Johnny. I am not. I was only kidding."
"Don't get mad," Johnny laughed, "You can suck on my pecker if you want. I got some nice white stuff you can eat."
"Huh uh, I get to go first," I joked.
"OH.....okay, so I'm sloppy seconds," Johnny said and we all cracked up again.
After the laughter died down we just laid there for a while thinking our own thoughts and I began to get a little sleepy. Then Johnny broke the silence.
"I wonder what that feels like....you know getting your pecker sucked.," he sounded far away and his voice sort of caused cold chills down my spine.
"Good....I bet, no better than good....amazing....wonderful...the best. Almost as good as fucking I bet," Roger growled.
"Yeah, really good I bet, but I bet no girl we know would ever do something like that," I sighed.
"Maybe Shelia Dean," Johnny giggled.
"Awww....nasty," Roger said.
Shelia was sort of fat and dressed funny and a lot of the kids made fun of her but I felt sort of sorry for her cause her folks were poor.
"I heard she let her brother fuck her," Johnny said sounding disgusted.
"Shut up you guys. She's not that bad."
"Awww...you like her or something Robert?"
"Not like that, but I feel sort of sorry for her so just shut up about her okay."
They were quiet for a while and I felt liked I'd messed everything up then Johnny started talking about the raccoon again and we were all laughing and cutting up again. Eventually we started wrestling around and it was great feeling their hot sweaty bodies on me and of course we started to get hard again.
When we finally got tired of wrestling we just sort of stopped where we were, half on each other and half off. We were panting like dogs on a hot summer day and sweat was dripping off our bodies. Suddenly I realized someone's hand was on my leg and it was slowly moving toward my crotch.
I couldn't really tell if it was Roger's or Johnny's but it didn't really matter...it felt really good. My hand was on Johnny's stomach and as I felt the warm flesh rising and falling with each breath I felt sort of tingly. I had never really thought about touching a boy this way or a girl for that matter. And I had never been touched by anyone except my parents and that was way different than this.
I let my hand wander down a bit and I felt Johnny's belly button and he shivered a little. I knew things were getting kind of crazy, but I just couldn't help myself. Meanwhile the hand on my pecker, which I figured out was Roger's, was starting to move around and give me a really good feeling.
Five minutes went by and my hand moved down a little lower. I could feel the heat from Johnny's crotch and just feel the base of his pecker. He was hard and I guess that was all the inspiration I needed to continue. I let my hand move lower and suddenly I was cupping his hard hot pecker in my hand.
I felt him shudder and he let out a breath as if he'd been holding it in for a long time. Meanwhile Roger was getting braver and suddenly I felt his hand snake into my underwear and wrap around my hard pecker. I must've gasped a little or made some kind of sound cause Roger laughed nervously. I guess he was waiting so see what I'd do next and when I didn't object he started to jack my foreskin up and down.
It felt wonderful, but I hadn't forgot about Johnny's pecker beneath my hand. It felt hot even through his undies and bigger than I remembered. In fact it felt huge and I wondered if it was bigger cause someone else was touching it instead of him.
I wasn't as bold as Roger and I just rubbed Johnny's pecker through his underwear for a long time while Roger was seriously jacking mine. If he kept that up pretty soon I'd be shooting my thin load into my undies so I reached down with my other hand and found Roger's pecker.
He grunted as I boldly slipped my hand into his underwear and wrapped it around his pecker and he stopped jacking mine for a minute and I cooled down some. I didn't want to come too soon, there was too much to do first.
Meanwhile I guess Johnny was getting impatient and decided if I wasn't going to get things going he'd give me a hand. I felt him squirm a little then suddenly he pushed his undies down and as the fabric slid past my hand I was suddenly in direct contact with his fat hard pecker.
Well, I was shy but not stupid. If that didn't say, Have at It, I didn't know what did. So as Roger resumed jacking my pecker and I began to jack his, I wrapped my other hand around Johnny's pecker and began to slowly work the soft loose skin up and down as he shivered beneath me.
Suddenly Johnny moved his hand and was rubbing my chest. Now rubbing peckers was great, but for some reason Johnny rubbing my chest caused a whole bunch of new feelings in my body. And when he suddenly pinched one of my little nipples I almost came unglued.
We were 11 years old and we didn't know anything about erogenous zones or foreplay or intimacy, but somehow instinctively we had begun to figure these things out on our own even if we couldn't put a name on them. I had both hands full of pecker and it was sort of hard to keep a good rhythm going on both, but I was sure enjoying myself and they seemed to be enjoying what I was doing.
Roger was getting serious again and I began to fell that itchy tingling feeling in my guts and balls and I knew I wouldn't last too much longer.
I guess Johnny must've been getting close too cause he was humping up to meet my hand now but he never quit touching my chest or rubbing my nipples the whole time. Then suddenly I felt his face in my neck and I could feel the wetness of his lips as he gently kissed me there.
That was all it took, with one hard thrust of my hips I began to spew into Roger's hand and my undies and the feeling was so intense I thought I might die. My nuts ached as if they were being turned inside out and the feeling ran from the tip of my toes to the hair on my head.
But even as I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life I continued to work both cocks in my hand and seconds later I felt both cocks begin to pulse and expand in my hand as they started to blow out their sticky load.
My hand was covered in their sticky sperm but I didn't mind. At the moment I was sharing something very special and very wonderful with my two best buds and nothing else mattered.
As our breathing came back to normal and we began to come down from our orgasmic high, I guess we began to feel a little uncomfortable with what had happened. Nothing was said as we pulled apart and cleaned up as best we could and as I wiped my hands on m my underwear I was suddenly aware that I now had not only my sperm but my two best buds's sperm on me. I wondered if my mom would notice when she washed my undies and I began to get nervous.
What we had done was fun, but was it wrong? I wondered if they felt the same as they settled in beside me silently as far away from me as they could get in the small tent. For the first time since we'd arrived I felt lonely and homesick and yes...I almost cried.
Somehow I blamed myself for all of what had happened even though that was silly. Surely Roger had started it and both of them were willing partners in what had happened, but somehow I knew that I was the only one who was different, who liked boys more than girls and that was sick. I was queer and I'd turned my two best friends queer. I was worse than dirt I was disgusting and I desereved to die. It was with these thoughts that I fell asleep that night, but I didn't sleep long.
I awoke to movement beside me. It was Roger and he was tapping my arm gently.
"Robert....you okay?" he whispered.
"Huh?" I said still in a fog.
"You were moving around and moaning like you were in pain...or having sex," he giggled.
"I....I don't know," I admitted as I became more awake, "but I really need to pee."
"Me too, come on...I'll go with ya."
We crawled across the tent floor and Roger fumbled with the tent flap until he got it untied. I still wasn't completely awake and I stumbled getting out but Roger caught me and I found myself leaning into his solid warm body. Thoughts of what had occurred earlier raced through my mind and I began to get arroused again despite my self loathing.
I pulled away and staggered to the nearest tree and pulled out my pecker and began to piss just as Roger moved up beside and started a stream of his own. I tried to keep my eyes on my own business but after a second or two my eyes wandered over to Roger's pecker and even in the dark I could see he was semi-hard.
We finished and shook off the last few drops then Roger surprised me my reaching over and grabbing my pecker before I could get it back into my undies.
I yelped but didn't try to stop him and he giggled and began to jack the loose skin on it jackrabbit fast.
"What are you doing silly?" I asked torn between stopping him and giving in all together.
"Nothing, just having fun. Want me to stop?"
"I....but...can I play with yours too?" I whispered.
"Sure here," he said jutting out his hips. His pecker was fully hard now and wet on the end and it felt hot in my hand as I wrapped my fingers around it.
He shuddered as we moved around to face each other so we could get a better grip and there we stood jacking each other in the darkness. I guess we were too caught up in what we were doing to hear him or see him as he climbed out of the tent but suddenly Johnny was standing there looking at us in the darkness.
I almost jumped out of my skin when he spoke and I dropped Roger's pecker like it was red hot.
"What are you two queers doing?" Johnny laughed, "I wanna play."
Well that was not what I expected despite all that had happened, but I was still unsure. It was one thing to do stuff in the dark and not talk about it, but suddenly it was all out in the open and I wasn't sure how I felt about it. But my pecker seemed to have a mind of it's own and when Roger invited Johnny to come on over I found my hand wrapped around both boys' pecker's one more time.
This time it was different though, better somehow, more intense, because we weren't hiding in the dark. We could see each other's faces and feel each other's ragged breath on us. Even as dark as it was I could still see their eyes and somehow the look there was reasurring and suddenly I didn't feel so sick, so different, so queer. We were just three best buds exploring things like we always did. It didn't make us weird or sick or queer. It was just fun. We couldn't do this stuff with a girl so we were doing the best we could, that was all. It was something that all boys did.
This time we came quickly, Roger first as his knees buckled and he let out a contented sigh then me and lastly Johnny who peppered the ground with his sperm and then pushed my hand away as he milked the last few drop off and then flung them on the ground.
Wiping our hands on our underwear we tucked our shrinking peckers away and just stood there for a minute breathing in the night air mixed with the musk of our sex and suddenly I began to feel guilty and worried again.
"You can't tell anyone about this...okay," Johnny said soflty, "it's just between us three."
"Sure," Roger said, "no one's business but ours. Just practicing for when we find some girls, right?"
"Yeah, just practicing," I said lamely, but the truth was I didn't want to find a girl. I would be happy to practice with Johnny and Roger for the rest of my life.
"Okay then, let's get some sleep, but first I gotta pee like a race horse."
While Johnny peed Roger and I settled back into the tent and as I stared up at the ceiling of the tent I felt another wave of homesickness sweep over me.
"It's okay Robert," Roger said as if he could read my thoughts, "everything is okay. Tomorrow is gonna be fun...right?"
"Yeah, fun," I said rolling over to face Roger, "Thanks."
"Yeah, night Robert."
Johnny came in right after that and tied up the tent flap and fell down beside me. I could smell his sweaty boy scent but it was comforting, like my own scent and I felt better for some reason.
"Night you guys," Johnny said, "we gonna have some fun tomorrow...right?"
We growled our agreement and pretty soon we were all three asleep.
End part three
Next day two of the campout
Things are heating up and Robert is experiencing new feelings that are confusing but exciting. He is beginnning to look at Johnny in a whole new way and he is convinced Johnny is feeling some of the same feelings he is. Roger seems to be the catalyst that gets things going, but it is Johnny that Robert is most intersted in. In part four the boys experience even more and intense feelings and move to the next level.
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