Morning came and despite our vow to sleep late we were up shortly after the sun. None of had a watch but we could tell time pretty well by the position of the sun. We were stiff from sleeping on the ground but we were young and limber and recovered quickly. We were starved and hot dogs didn't sound good to any of us so we had canned potatoes and Spam sandwiches cooked over a campfire.
We washed it down with Coke and for dessert we had our other Moonpie. Once our tummies were full we began to think about what we wanted to do for the day. I was sort of a creature of habit and every morning after breakfast I had to poop and today was no different.
Up until that moment I hadn't given much thought about my bodily functions and suddenly I was worried. I mean as far as peeing that was no big deal, as boys we peed outside all the time, but pooping was different. For one thing we didn't have any toilet paper and for another I didn't know how to poop without a toilet.
Fortunately Johnny had thought of everything. "I have to shit man," Johnny said as we put out the fire. I brought a roll of hockey paper in case anyone else has to go."
"Uh, I sort of do, but where do we...uh do it?"
"Come on, we'll find a hole or a ditch or something...but far away from camp, don't wanna smell shit all night," he laughed.
We walked almost all the way to the end of the creek before Johnny found what he was looking for. Here the creek bent inward and there was a little pool which had collected water and when the creek went down the water was stranded there.
"We can poop in there and the water will keep the stink down."
"But...how," I wanted to know. I didn't want to tumble into the pool butt first.
"Hmm...Help me move that tree limb over here."
We dragged a thick tree limb across the small pool and Johnny tested it for strength before giving his approval.
"Okay, we can scoot out and hang our butt over the edge then do our business and that's that. I'll go first."
I wanted to protest, but I was stuck where I stood. I watched with interest as Johnny skinned off his shorts and undies and squatted on the log. Now I'd been in the bathroom with a few of my buds before when they did number two but this was totally different. First of all Johnny was bare-assed naked and second his butt was hanging out over the log in plain sight and when the poop came out I could see it and that was sort of gross...but exciting too. I was very confused about my feelings, but I didn't have long to think about it. Johnny was one of those guys who could poop it all out in one grunt and before I knew it he was wiping his butt with the toilet tissue he'd brought.
"Your turn," Johnny said as he started getting dressed.
"Uh, okay...but you don't have to stay. I can find my way back okay." I had this thing about pooping, I couldn't do it if anyone was watching.
"Oh..okay..shy huh?" he laughed, "Okay here's the paper, don't drop it in the water. See ya back at camp."
I did my business and wiped as clean as I could then pulled my undies and shorts back up just as Roger came crashing through the bushes whooping and hollering.
"I gotta go, I gotta go," Roger yelled laughing his ass off.
I guess Johnny had told him about the place and how to use it and he was getting naked as I handed him the toilet paper. I didn't wait around to watch Roger poop, I'd seen enough shit for one day...he he.
I ran into Johnny on the way back and Roger joined us in a few minutes. We decided a swim would be nice and I decided it would be a good way to wash any left over poop off of us. We stripped off naked and hit the cold water, but it didn't take long for us to get used to it as we splashed each other.
The sun was starting to beat down on the water now and it was warming up and pretty soon it would be in the 90's. It was always hot in Oklahoma in the summer, right up till school started after Labor Day. See back then there was no air conditioning in schools and we had the whole summer for vacation, not like today when kids have to go back to school in August.
We must've played around in the creek for a couple of hours cause when we finally climbed out our hands looked like prunes. As we lay out on the rock in the sun to dry off we talked softly about our plans for the day, about school, other friends, our families, everything except what was really on our minds.
We were 11 years old and what had happened last night had changed us forever, but none of us was quite ready to admit it. For me the awakening of these strange yet wonderful feeling was just the beginning of what life had in store for me. As I look back on those days of my youth and especially that campout in my 11th year I see it as the turning point in my young life.
We must've dozed a little because I remember waking up with the sun shining in my eyes and my skin was beginning to burn a little. I looked over at Roger who was just starting to stir and then Johnny who was watching us from a sitting position as if he had been guarding us as we slept.
I can't explain exactly how I felt at that moment, but suddenly I remembered Johnny's soft lips on my neck as I slowly jacked his pecker and I felt something stir inside me. I didn't understand what I was feeling but it made me feel good, scared, but good and I wondered if he felt the same way. We'd been close friends for most of our lives but it was as if I was seeing Johnny in a whole new way.
I looked up at him and smiled and he smiled back and I saw something in his eyes that almost brought me to tears . Did he feel what I was feeling? Suddenly before I could even think about what I was doing I reached over and touched Johnny's hand.
It felt warm and soft and comforting beneath my own, but I was afraid of the feeling that touching so intimately was causing me and I started to pull away. Suddenly Johnny took my hand in his and just held it tightly. I don't know if Roger was watching or if he knew what was going on between us, but I really didn't care. For that moment it was as if Johnny and I were the only two people in the world and nothing else mattered.
Then as quickly as it began it ended. Johnny dropped my hand and stood up and walked away leaving me confused and worried. Roger yawned and stretched beside me and stood suddenly and as I looked up I could see his balls and pecker bobbing in front of me.
"See anything you like?" Roger joked.
"No, just making sure your butt is clean," I said laughing.
"Why you gonna cornhole me?"
"You queers quit that shit and come over here," Johnny said laughing.
I sat up and saw that Johnny was already half dressed so Roger and I slipped on our undies and shorts too. Barefoot we stood there on the bank of the creek as Johnny pointed to the other side.
"Look over there, to the right..near that big rock....there's a little cave there and I saw something peeking out of it while you two were messing around."
"What...uh, what was it?" I asked nervously. The raccoon was funny, but what if there was a wolf or a bob cat hiding over there?
"Not sure, maybe a fox or something. Let's go see."
"What? No, I'm not going over there," I said shaking my head.
"Aww..come on, I'll protect you," Johnny said pulling out his knife and opening the blade, "If a bob cat attacks I'll gut him."
"Yeah, right," Roger said laughing, "while he rips your throat out and eats your head."
"Shut up, you guys coming or not?"
"I guess....if you guys are gonna..I'll go too."
The easiest way to the other side was across the creek, but we'd already dried off and didn't want to get wet again so soon so we walked down to the shallow end of the creek and crossed on the rocks. Our feet were bare, but calloused and rough from going barefoot all summer and we barely felt the rocks and sticks.
Once we were on the other side the going was pretty easy and when we finally came within sight of the cave we slowed down a little. Suddenly Johnny stopped and put a hand out and stopped both of us.
"Hold on, let's throw some rocks up there and see if anything comes out."
We all three grabbed a handful of rocks and on the count of three we began lobbing them toward the cave. All those days of throwing rocks into the boxcars of passing trains had paid off for Johnny and me and we made several of the rocks go right into the hole, but Roger wasn't quite as accurate.
Our rocks were all gone and still nothing had emerged from the hole so we decided to move a bit closer. Slowly we crept up the side of the small incline, our eyes glued on the dark hole that was no more than two feet across, ready to run at the slightest hint of danger.
It was Johnny who first spotted the critter that was lurking in the darkness of the hole and he barely had time to holler when it came flying out of the hole and straight toward us. Boy you talk about moving like lightening, we must've set some kind of new record. It wasn't until we were half way down the creek till we finally realized what was chasing us.
Turning to see what sort of devil it was we all three of us fell into a fit of laughter as we saw the biggest old jack rabbit we'd ever seen hopping off into the bushes. We were grabbing each other and laughing so hard that we could barely stand up but eventually the laughter died out and we caught our breath and straightened up.
"Oh my God that was so funny," Johnny said starting to laugh again.
"Did you see how big that bunny was?" Roger said giggling.
"He could probably had kicked us to death with those legs," I added cracking up again.
"I bet he's already five miles away as fast as he was hopping," Johnny said stifling a little laugh.
"Oh man, that was so scary...but funny," I said taking a deep breath, "It's a good thing I already pooped or I might have pooped my pants."
That brought on a new wave of laugher and Roger wanting to check out to my butt to make sure I hadn't lied and pooped anyway. His hand on my butt brought on new feelings that I couldn't explain or process but I laughed it off and eventually he gave up and we walked back over to the campsite.
It was hotter now and we were sweating and thirsty. There were four pops left and we decided to split the extra one between the three of us. Johnny popped the top and took the first swig then passed it to Roger who took a bigger swallow and smacking his lips he handed it to me.
I was tempted to wipe the top off, but I didn't want the guys to think I was afraid of their germs, especially after what we'd done the night before, so I just took my drink and handed it back to Johnny. We passed it around till it was empty then Johnny smashed it and tossed it in the ashes of the fire pit.
"We should walk into town and get some ice cream," Roger suggested, "And maybe get something for supper."
"Okay, Horner's isn't that far, but let's wait till later okay....when the sun starts to go down some. That way we won't have to eat hot dogs again tonight."
"Yeah, but mostly I want a big ole thick milkshake," I said licking my lips comically.
Roger burst out laughing, "I got something thick you can lick."
"I bet," I said rolling my eyes.
"You guys aint gonna quit till you suck a dick are you?" Johnny laughed.
"Aww...you're just jealous. You know you'd like to do it too."
"I don't know, that's kind of queer," Johnny said, but he didn't sound too bothered by that, "Still...I wonder what it would feel like."
My pecker was starting to get hard with all the suck talk and when I glanced over at Roger and Johnny I thought their shorts looked a little fuller too. I knew now was the time to say something, but I was chickenshit. Maybe in the darkness of the tent, but right there in the light of day all I could do was smile and shake my head.
"What we gonna do now?" Roger said shaking me from my fog of hotness.
"Let's go exploring, but I think we should wear our shoes cause there may be stickers and stuff," Johnny said taking charge as usual.
We slipped on our Keds not bothering with socks and Johnny grabbed his canteen and shook it, "Almost empty. When we go to town we'll fill this up, but there's enough for now...in case we get thirsty."
Truth was we probably could have drank the creek water. Back in those days the water wasn't polluted like today and in places it was almost clear, but we weren't quite that bold.
Johnny led us out of the trees and into the pasture and the first thing we saw was a herd of cows chewing peacefully on grass. I was a little nervous but Johnny marched right up to the nearest cow and began patting it like it was a dog.
That cow just kept on eating grass and swinging her tail as if we weren't even there and pretty soon me and Roger joined Johnny patting and rubbing that old milk cow. I had never been that close to an animal that big, but there was something very comforting about her reaction and the look in those big soulful brown eyes of hers.
"Look at her tits," Roger said bending over and staring under her at her big old tit bag.
"Why don't you suck on those," Johnny teased, "and you'll get a mouthful of milk."
"Really?" I said stupidly. I mean I knew milk came from cows, but I really didn't know how that worked.
"Sure if we had a bucket or something we could milk her and have some milk for breakfast."
"Wouldn't the farmer get mad?"
"He'd never know, but I guess we better not cause she might not like it and she might kick us."
I backed away a little, up until then I hadn't thought about her being dangerous in any way, but she did have big long legs and those hoofs looked sharp and hard.
"Come on let's see what's over there," Johnny said pointing toward a tin shed near a grove of trees.
I gladly followed Johnny and Roger as I anxiously eyed the cows for any sign of hostility, but they just seemed to ignore us so after a while I relaxed again.
The shed was actually a lean-to open on one side and besides a few bales of hay it was empty. Johnny sat down on one of the bales and we piled down beside him to rest a minute.
"This is pretty cool, if it rained or anything this would be a good place to go for shelter."
"Ha, rain. It aint rained since May. I don't think we gotta worry about that."
"I don't mean this time, but in case we ever come back."
"Yeah, I hope we do. I like it here," Roger said wistfully.
"Anyone but me need to pee?" I asked sheepishly.
"I do."
"Me too."
We decided to pee in the corner of the lean-to and as we stood side by side we couldn't resist checking each other out. Johnny was next to me and Roger was on the far side but it was mostly Johnny I was interested in. Sure it had been Roger who started all the sex stuff and who seemed to keep new things coming, but it was Johnny that I really wanted to do stuff with.
By the time we were finished peeing and shook off our peckers we were starting to bone up a little, but we managed to get our peckers stuffed back in our shorts. It felt good having my pecker rub against my underwear and it was beginning to grow even stiffer as we walked out of the lean-to and resumed our exploring.
I wondered if Johnny and Roger were feeling the same sort of feelings I was and I kept glancing over at their crotches to see if they were showing anything. I couldn't really tell, but I liked to think they were and that made me smile.
There wasn't much else to see in the pasture so we decided to go back to the creek and explore the far end where we had pooped. The creek was narrower there but it eventually dumped into a wide deep pond where the cattle drank. There were a few cows there drinking and they looked up at us as we passed then went right on doing what they were doing. I guess these cows were used to people or something.
As we walked the creek bank heading back toward the camp we eventually came to a little clearing surrounded by bushes and trees. It was almost as if someone had cleaned out the middle to make space or something and the vines and trees and bushes even covered the top of it making it shady and very private.
I don't know if they were feeling the same things I was but suddenly my pecker jumped in my shorts and I felt my heart beating in my chest so hard that I thought it was going to jump out. Johnny was the first to venture inside the clearing and Roger and I were right behind him.
"Wow, this is so neat. I wonder if some boy built this so he could bring a girl here to fuck her."
"Yeah, I bet," Roger said poking around, "maybe there's a rubber or something."
Rubbers! I didn't quite understand rubbers. In fact until I finally got the nerve up to plunk down 50¢ at the machine in the men's bathroom of the Sinclair station I didn't even know what one looked like. For some reason I thought they'd be hard rubber tubes that slipped over your pecker and I was confused by the little rubber ring that came out of the package.
It took me a few tries to figure out how it worked but when I did the feeling was amazing. I jacked off in it and then rolled it up and hid it in the back of my closet. That was before I started coming so I didn't make a mess in it, and I hadn't used it since.
"You ever put a rubber on?" Johnny asked looking at both of us.
"Naw," Roger said shrugging, "Never even seen one except that one I found out by the lake that time and it was used and full of sperm."
"I....I have," I said getting red in the face.
"What? Really, tell us all about it."
I wished I'd kept my mouth shut, but the cat was out of the bag now so I told them how I had bought the rubber at the Sinclair station and how scared I was that the guy at the station would somehow know and stop me since I was a kid and how I had ran home and went straight to the bathroom and opened it only to be totally confused about how it worked.
"You roll em on, right?" Johnny said moving closer.
"Yeah, but you gotta get it just right. I mean there's a right and wrong side."
"Wish we had one so we could practice," Roger said looking flushed.
"Hey, when we go into town to get the ice cream we could walk over to the Sinclair and get one," Johnny said excitedly.
"Yeah, sure we could do that," I agreed. Anything to see Johnny's pecker sounded good to me.
"We can all try it on, but no sperming in it," Roger laughed.
"Or...we could all three sperm in it and you could drink it," Johnny teased.
"Ewww...if I'm gonna drink it I want it fresh from the spout," Roger said and we all cracked up laughing.
We stayed in the little shelter for a while longer but despite being aroused by the talk of the rubber nothing happened. I guess it's hard for boys our age to act out in the daytime when we could see each other's faces, but come night time who knew what could happen?
We walked back down to the campsite and finished off the water in Johnny's canteen and sat down in the shade and rested a while. We talked about the stuff that's important to boys our age, but I felt that somewhere in the back of their minds they were thinking about the sex stuff we'd done just like I was.
Later we swam a while then dried off and by the time it was time to walk into town and get our supper and the rubber. Since we weren't sure what time the Sinclair station closed we decided to get the rubber first and as we neared the Sinclair station we talked about who was going to get it.
Finally we decided we'd all three go. After all the door to the men's room was outside and we didn't even have to go inside. Back then they didn't lock the bathroom doors and anyone was welcome to use them. The bathroom door was on the far side of the street facing Mill street which was the busiest street in town and actually the main highway going north and south.
There was always a lot of cars on Mill and when the light at the corner of Mill and Graham was red a lot of cars and trucks were backed up. Fortunately at the moment the light was green and the traffic was moving quickly behind us as we snuck around the backside of the station and into the men's room.
The room was small, maybe six foot square and there was barely enough room for the three of us. Roger insisted he had to pee and pulled out his pecker and started peeing while Johnny and I checked out the rubber machine.
"You got two quarters Robert?"
"Yeah, I think so," I said digging in my shorts and hauling out the two shiny quarters with my clammy fingers.
"Go ahead put em in," Johnny said.
Roger was finished peeing and as he flushed the toilet I dropped the two quarters in the slot and Johnny turned the handle and...nothing happened. No rubber, no return of our quarters, no nothing.
"What the hell?" Johnny said beating on the machine.
"Shhh...the guy inside will hear you. Try the coin return."
"OH....yeah," Johnny said pulling down the lever. Immediately my two quarters dropped back into the return slot and I fished them out.
"Should we try again?"
"Yeah, go ahead...maybe it just go stuck or something."
This time when Johnny turned the lever a little black and white package dropped down into the cup at the bottom of the machine and I fished it out quickly as if afraid the machine might snatch it back once it saw we were just kids.
"Bingo, we got it!"
"Cool, let's get out of here," I said putting the little foil pouch in my pocket.
I guess we felt sort of guilty about what we'd just done so we slipped out quickly and went around the back the same way we'd come in. The railroad tracks and depot were right next to the station so we headed south up the tracks toward the Dairy Queen at the far end of town.
I don't know exactly when we decided to go to the DQ instead of Horner's but now that we had plenty of time and no backpacks to drag us down it just made sense. We could eat inside the air conditioned dining room and cool off and then head back to the camp in plenty of time before the sun went down.
The DQ was family owned in our little town and the people who ran it were not only very nice, but they made it their business to know everyone of their customers by name and Heaven knows I'd been in there enough times for them to remember me.
"Oh hi Robert," the lady behind the counter said, "What can I get you boys?"
Now sometimes a kid doesn't want to be recognized, if you know what I mean, but this time I didn't really mind cause I liked to think that we got bigger orders of fries that day just cause Mrs. Eddings knew me and my folks. As we sat at the table near the back wolfing down our cheeseburgers and fries and sipping our milkshakes our conversation was filled with the usual things 11 year olds talk about and thoughts of sex were far away.
We saw a kid we knew from school named Larry and he came over to shoot the bull for a while as he sipped his lime slush and we cut up and made jokes and generally had a good time. When Larry finally left we finished off our milkshakes and threw away our trash and used the bathroom, making sure to fill Johnny's canteen before we left.
Halfway up Mill we stopped beneath the awning of an insurance agency and counted our money. Between us we had 90¢ and we decided to spend it on soda and treats for the last night of our campout. We headed toward Griffin's grocery and bought three 16oz RC Colas and three Moonpies and a huge sack of penny candy. There were still hot dogs and Spam and chips and bread back at the campsite plus the three cans of Coke so we decided we'd have plenty of food to make it till we got home sometime the next day.
As we headed back to camp the sun had begun to go low in the west and we figured we had maybe an hour and a half of daylight left which gave us plenty of time to get back to camp and even have a swim if we wanted. The rails were still hot as we walked them on the way back, but the temp had dropped a bit and there was a cool breeze blowing out of the north.
A few wispy clouds swirled around above us and as we walked along we'd look up and point out shapes we saw there and made a game of it. We felt wonderful, we were young and healthy and having the time of our lives and the new feelings stirring inside us only made life more wondrous, even if it was confusing at times.
We reached the campsite just as the sun disappeared behind the tree line but there was still plenty of light. Our tummies were full so we parked our bottles of RC in the creek and put our Moonpies in the tent for safe keeping while we decided what to do next.
"I say we swim till it gets dark then build a fire and tell stories and stuff," Roger suggested.
"Okay, last one in is a cock sucker," Johnny hooped as he tore off his clothes and ran toward the water.
Cock sucker was something I'd heard a few times but it wasn't until recently that I equated cock to pecker. Before I'd thought it was referring to some part of a woman. I was pretty naive back then, but now that I knew what the word meant it had a new exciting meaning to me.
I don't know if Roger wanted to be last, wanted to be the cock sucker, or if he was just slow, but as I waded into the cool water, he was just losing the last of his clothes.
"Awww...I knew it, Roger's the cock sucker," Johnny laughed from the middle of the creek, "Hey, Robert we can have some fun tonight. We got us a cock sucker over there."
"Shut up Johnny," Roger laughed, "I'm just slow, that's all. Anyway, I bet you'd like it if I did suck your cock."
"Cock...ha...sounds like a rooster," Johnny said then he started crowing.
I joined in the laughter, but below the surface my pecker was starting to get hard. The cool water felt good against my pecker as I made it out to where Johnny floated and pretty soon Roger joined us. We floated in a circle and talked as the air began to cool as the sun sunk lower and lower in the sky.
"I can't believe we only got one more night," Johnny sighed, "I wish we could stay out here for a week."
"Or a month," I said feeling happy.
"Or forever," Roger added looking sort of sad, "I like being with you guys more than anything."
Roger wasn't one to express himself like that and I think it surprised Johnny as much as it did me, but I think after that day I liked Roger a whole lot more as a friend. I sort of felt sorry for him anyway. His dad was much older than mine and his mom wasn't very friendly to us boys. I wondered if she was that unfriendly to Roger but I knew him and his dad were pretty close...a lot closer than my dad and I were.
"Yeah, this is great," I said smiling at my two best friend, "This is one summer I won't forget....ever."
"We should just run away," Johnny said sounding serious, "live off the land. No school, no parents."
"Yeah, right," I snorted, "No thanks, I like eating regularly and sleeping in a soft bed. Camping out is great, but I wouldn't want to do it forever."
"Aww...I guess you're right. Hey, we could campout in my backyard sometime, that would be fun."
"Yeah, or the clubhouse," I said excitedly, "Then if it rained we'd be dry."
We were quiet for a while then Roger said something that almost made me start bawling, "I never had any friends as good as you guys. All my life I wondered what it would be like to have a best friend...and now I got two."
Yeah, I felt like crying because I felt the same way. I was 11 and I wasn't mature enough to know what to do but I guess somethings are instinctive. Reaching over I rubbed Roger's arm gently and said, "Yeah, best friends forever."
Johnny reached over and put an arm around both our necks and we floated in the cool creek water for what seemed like an eternity. Then just like that the moment was gone and we started splashing and dunking one another like boys do. But the feelings were still there, at least for me, and to this day I can remember how powerful and life changing they were.
We swam till dusk then climbed out and dried off as best we could before dressing in our underwear. We didn't even bother with our shorts this time since we knew they'd be coming off later in the tent and the night breeze felt good on our almost naked bodies.
We roasted marshmallows and ate our Moonpies and drank our RC's and told ghost stories, but as much fun as it was I was looking forward to our tent time. I didn't know exactly what would happen but I had the feeling that whatever it was it was going to be fun.
It was Roger who finally suggested we get in the tent and Johnny and I agreed. We peed standing side by side then piled into the tent and Johnny tied up the flap and placed the backpacks in front of it just in case that old raccoon came back I guess.
In the beam of the flashlight I looked my two friends over as they settled in beside me. Roger's dark hair was scattered and framed his chubby cheeks. He had what we called rabbit teeth, but to me he looked sort of cute. His body was a little chubby, but I liked how he looked and the way his body felt against mine.
Johnny on the other hand was perfect in every way. Handsome, with dark brooding eyes, full lips and as perfect a body as you'd ever find on any boy his age. Sometimes I was amazed that he had chosen me over all the other boys we knew as his best friend. I guess part of it was that we had met when we were little kids and those kind of friendships are simpler, but ours had grown and now the thought of my life without Johnny in it just didn't make sense.
I wondered if he knew how much I liked him. I was too young and inexperienced to express myself well, but I hoped he knew anyway from the way I treated him.
Suddenly he rolled over to face me and our eyes met. He smiled nervously and I studied his big brown eyes trying to figure out what he was thinking. Behind me Roger was stirring and suddenly he threw his leg over mine and started tickling me.
The attack was sudden and unexpected so I was helpless at first. I was giggling and trying to kick free, but Roger was heavier and he had the advantage. Then to make things worse (or better) Johnny decided to join in and it was torture time for me.
Torture time was a game we boys played usually when there was four or more of us, but three could play too. The rules were simple, someone would decide who the victim was and when he yelled out "Torture Time" and jumped his victim the others were supposed to join in.
The torture was mostly tickling but it could be other stuff like holding the kid down and getting on top and threatening to drop a loogie in his face. Once in a while that one went wrong and the kid really did get loogied, but it was all in good fun.
That night a new element was introduced into the game. Instead of straddling me and threatening me with a loogie, Roger scooted up until his crotch was right in my face and threatened to rub his pecker in my face. Well, my own pecker took a jump when I caught a whiff of his inches away from my face and obviously hard beneath the flimsy once white material of his undies.
"No..quit...." I protested weakly, "you're the one wants to suck a pecker...not me."
"You don't gotta suck it just smell it," Roger said scooting a little closer as if I couldn't already smell his heady boy scent mixed with piss and maybe even his butt smell.
My head was spinning and I felt faint, but that could have been because all the blood in my head had rushed to my throbbing pecker. Suddenly as if he had just noticed it Johnny reached over and twanged my hard pecker.
"He's hard as a rock," he laughed, "he must like that Roger."
"Shut up..do not," I protested weakly.
"Maybe you wanna sniff mine too," Johnny said scooting over to kneel beside my head.
I turned my head just in time to see his crotch inches away from my face and from the lump in his underwear he was harder than I was. Now I could smell his scent too and it was even stronger and more exciting than Roger's.
My eyes must've betrayed me because I saw a gleam in Johnny's eyes as he scooted even closer and suddenly something warm and wet was resting on my cheek. I could feel his pecker throb with each beat of his heart and the scent was so strong I felt faint.
Emboldened by Johnny's move Roger had scooted up a bit and now his underwear clad pecker was resting against my chin. My arms were pinned at my side and Roger was sitting on my chest so I was helpless, but I had never felt so alive or excited in my whole life.
I knew what I wanted, but could I muster the courage to ask for it? As luck would have it I didn't have to. Fueled by lust and caught up in the moment, Johnny and Roger drew courage from one another as they pulled out their hard peckers and presented them to me.
At first I was paralyzed as I focused on what was being offered to me. Johnny's was bigger than I remembered and the foreskin was pulled back exposing a purple flaring head that leaked a little bit of thin white liquid. Was that cum? Roger's was just as hard though not as long and his head was angry looking and wet as well. When he had freed his pecker he had pulled his underwear below his nuts and they hung there just below his fat pecker, fat swollen pouches that held his sperm.
"Whaaat...are you guys doing?" I finally managed to squeak out.
Why couldn't I have kept my mouth shut? As if shaken from a trance Johnny pulled his underwear back up and fell down on his haunches. With Johnny out of the game Roger's nerve broke and with a snap his underwear fell back into place and he rolled off of me.
"Woo hooo...had ya going, didn't we?" Roger said falling onto his back.
I just lay there for a long time as my heartbeat came back to normal and my hard pecker wilted a little. What had just happened had put the three of us in a fog of hotness and like an idiot I had cleared that fog away with five little words.
Both of them fell down beside me eventually and Johnny switched off the flashlight as if darkness could wash away what had just happened to us.
On my right Roger's breathing had slowed down and I felt his eyes on me in the dark. I wanted to tell him it was okay, that I didn't mind, that I liked it too, but to do so would be admitting that I was something I couldn't even put a name on yet.
"Good one," I finally muttered, "just you wait....I'll get ya back."
Roger laughed, then Johnny joined in and pretty soon we were laughing and cutting up again. Johnny turned the flashlight back on and pulled out his ratty old notebook and a pencil and we played hangman for a while. We were painfully aware that this was our last night here and we wanted to make the best of it, but none of us knew what that was.
Eventually we killed the flashlight again and lay there talking in the darkness as the crickets chirped noisily outside. We heard a bird flutter in the tree above us and the lonesome whistle blow of a freight train then the clicketty clack of the cars on the track.
"Wonder if our folks miss us?" Roger said softly.
"Naw, they're probably glad to get rid of us for a while," Johnny laughed, "especially yours."
"Thanks," Roger huffed, then almost in a whisper, "I don't miss them either."
"Can I tell you guys something...and you won't think I'm a wuss or anything?" I said sighing.
"Yeah, sure...we don't think that, right Roger?"
"No way, you're cool. What you wanna tell us?"
"Well...that first night...I sort of got homesick....that's all. I mean I never been this far from home before...with no adults around."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Roger said, "but it's cool....us three together. We can handle anything that comes along...right?"
"Yeah, the three Musketeers," Johnny laughed.
"Seriously, this is the best," Roger sighed, "No adults, no school, we can swim butt nekkid and do anything we want."
"Yeah, too bad it's all over tomorrow."
"Yeah, but doesn't mean we can't do it again, maybe not here, but somewhere," Johnny reminded us.
For a while none of said anything, but it was a comfortable silence. We each had our own thoughts to think and a guy needed time to do that, but eventually Roger broke the silence.
"Hey, what about the rubber?" he said excitedly.
With all that had happened we'd forgotten all about the rubber. I grabbed my shorts and fished out the shiny foil package and held it up.
"Okay, who goes first?"
"Well, since you know how...you go first Robert."
I wasn't sure I wanted to go first, but Johnny had a point. I was the only one who had any experience with rubbers so I guess I was stuck. I ripped the package open with my teeth as Johnny and Roger moved closer and I pulled the whitish looking ring out.
"Is that what they look like. Weird," Roger said moving closer to get a better look.
"Let me feel it," Johnny said reaching out his hand.
I handed it over to him and he inspected for a while turning it around and around before finally handing it to Roger to check out.
Roger didn't spend much time looking at it and when he handed it back he looked me squarely in the eyes and said, "Okay, so show us how it works."
I took a deep breath and pushed my undies down and when my hard pecker popped up both of them moved even closer. Suddenly all I could hear was our ragged breathing and the blood pumping in my ears. I could smell our sweat and the musky odor of our private parts and somehow that calmed me a little.
Without a word I pulled my foreskin back all the way and placed the rubber on the head of my pecker. Johnny and Roger craned their necks to get a closer look and when I began to unroll it onto my shaft the look on their faces was one of pure amazement.
"Oh, so that's how it works," Johnny said moving even closer now and rubbing against my leg.
"Wow, neato...how does it feel?"
"Kind of weird but good. It kind of numbs you pecker though. I mean you can't feel your hand through the rubber like you can when it's naked."
"That's what keeps your sperm from gettin the girl pregnant..right?"
"Yeah, I guess. Why else would you wear one?" I wondered.
"Okay, let me try it," Roger said sounding excited.
"Okay, give me a minute I gotta roll it back up or you'll never get it on."
It took a little while to get it rolled back up and it wasn't perfect, but at least it could be used again. Roger's pecker was fatter and stretched the rubber more, but it fit him just fine and looked kind of sexy. He squeezed his pecker and jacked it back and forth a few times just to see how it felt then turned to me and Johnny and grinned.
"It does feel weird, but I like it. You gotta try it Johnny."
I helped Roger roll it back up and that was kind of nice, touching his pecker and all and that gave me an idea.
"If you want I'll put it on you Johnny," I said softly, ready to turn it into a joke if Johnny said the wrong thing.
"Okay, yeah....that's good since you know how and all." His voice was kind of husky and he looked nervous but excited.
I nodded and took the rubber in my trembling hands and turned to Johnny. He had fished his hard pecker out of his underwear and was holding it straight out from his body and my heart skipped a beat when I caught sight of it. I don't know if pretty is a good word to describe a boy's pecker, but that was what came into my mind that night as I stared at Johnny's. Long and straight as an arrow it was not only the biggest pecker in the tent, it was also the best looking one.
I expected Johnny to pull his foreskin back like I had, but I guess he either didn't think of that or he was leaving that for me to do too. Either way was fine cause I wasn't about to pass up a chance to handle his pecker a little longer.
"Okay, I'm gonna pull the skin back and just.....put it on the tip.....and roll it down...."
Johnny sort of grunted and I felt his pecker thicken and jump in my hand and when I began slowly moving my hand up and down the rubber he let out a little ahh sound that made me smile. I suddenly realized that I loved making Johnny feel this way, and making other boys and later men feel that way became an important part of my life as I grew up.
"Well...how is it?" Roger asked moving over to Johnny's side to take a good look.
"I wish we had three of these," Johnny said sounding far away, "then we could come in them. I bet that feels really good."
"Hey, we could use em when we suck each other," Roger teased.
"Yuck, I bet rubber tastes nasty," I said making a face.
"But at least you wouldn't get a mouth full of sperm," Roger laughed.
"Better stop Robert or I'm gonna fill it up right now," Johnny said pushing my hand away.
"Oh sure...right, sorry," I said feeling really embarrassed.
"It's okay, it felt good....too good. Didn't wanna dirty up the rubber."
I rolled the rubber back up and placed it back in the package and shoved it back in my shorts pocket. Roger was still over near Johnny and he was staring at Johnny's pecker and looking thoughtful. I wondered if he was thinking the same thing I was or just admiring Johnny's pecker as I did every time I saw it.
"So....you gonna pay up?" Johnny said leaning back on his arms and making his pecker jut up in the process.
"What?" Roger asked as if coming out of a daze, "Pay up for what?"
"For being the last one in the creek today. Last one in is a cocksucker, remember?"
I saw Roger swallow hard as his eyes darted to Johnny and then to me. I gave him a little shrug and one of those looks that said, this one is all on you, and waited to see what happened next.
"You were serious?"
"Hell yeah I was serious, right Robert?"
I nodded, "I guess....I mean you're the one who said it but I took it serious and I ran like heck."
"And Roger screwed the pooch," Johnny laughed, "he was last man in and now he's a big ole cocksucker. Unless you want to be a chickenshit and not pay up."
Oh, it was getting deep now. Calling someone chickenshit was a fighting offense and I saw Roger's eyes flare up with anger for just a moment then he relaxed and just sort of smiled.
"I'm not chickenshit. If that's what I gotta do....I'll do it, but....I wish someone would do it back to me."
"We'll see," Johnny said sounding excited, "I knew you were a good sport. Yeah, this is gonna be some fun....for you," he laughed.
Roger rolled his eyes and shook his head, but I could see the lust in his eyes even though I wasn't sure exactly what I was seeing at that moment. Before anything could happen though, Roger laid down the rules.
"First, you gotta turn out the light. I don't want you guys watching me do it." We both nodded, "Next, you gotta warn me when you come, no shooting in my mouth." Again we agreed, "And last, one of you has to at least jack me off if you won't suck me."
"Yeah, that's fine," Johnny's sounded breathless and excited and I knew how he felt.
"Okay, who goes first?"
"Do Robert first. That way you'll have some practice before getting the big one in your mouth. Maybe Robert can stretch it out some," Johnny said grinning.
I hadn't anticipated this turn of events and my nervousness suddenly turned to panic. What if I couldn't tell when I was about to come and I shot in Roger's mouth? He's hate me forever. Or what if I got so nervous I peed or something.
"Okay, lay down, both of ya, me in the middle."
We did as we were told then Roger grabbed the flashlight and switched it off and put it out of reach like he was afraid we'd cheat and turn it back on. Darkness suddenly surrounded us and deprived of sight my other senses kicked in. I could hear both of them breathing heavily and smell that familiar scent of pecker and boy that to this day can make me pop an instant boner.
I was sweating bullets and shaking a little and when I felt Roger's hand on my leg I almost fainted. He was feeling his way up my body I guess trying to locate my pecker and when he found it he wrapped his hand around it and I let out a load moan.
"Oh man, is he doing it?" Johnny whispered from nearby.
"Not yet," I gasped.
"Shhhh...no talking. That's the other rule," Roger said sounding braver and in charge now.
We shut up fast and as I waited I suddenly felt something warm and soft touch my foot. I thought it might be that damn raccoon again but then I realized it was someone else's foot and since Roger was bending over my middle it had to be Johnny's.
I expected him to jerk it away but instead he began to rub the sole of his foot against the top of mine. As great as it felt having Roger's hand around my pecker, the foot of my best friend rubbing against mine was ten times better. I had just begun to process all the feelings I was experiencing when suddenly I felt Roger's hot breath on my crotch and I forgot everything else for a moment.
I heard him take a deep breath and as he pulled my foreskin back he lowered his head until his mouth surrounded my pecker head. At first he just held it there with his mouth open wide, barely touching the hot flesh of my pecker at all, but as he worked up his nerve he began to close his mouth until his lips surrounded the head of my pecker.
I gasped and shook as if I'd been electrocuted and instinctively I reached down and entwined my fingers in Roger's sweaty hair. I guess he somehow knew to keep his lips wrapped around his teeth because not once during the whole short experience did he ever scrape my sensitive cock.
There would be better and more intense blow jobs in my future, but your first is one you never forget and the feeling that night as Roger worked my stiff boy pecker in and out of his mouth is etched in my mind forever. He was too new at this to think of using his tongue, except when it accidentally rubbed against the sensitive underside of my pecker head, but he was doing a pretty good job with just his lips and mouth.
I didn't know if this was the first time Roger had sucked a pecker, but once he got started he seemed to know what he was doing. Of course it's possible that like fucking, cock sucking is instinctive, because when it came my time to suck my first cock I felt right at home.
The blow job probably lasted all of 6 or 8 minutes and when I finally felt that feeling that begins in your nuts I knew I was close and it was time to warn Roger.
"Ugh, I'm coming," I said loud enough for the cows in the pasture to hear me.
I expected Roger to quit as soon as he heard those words but instead he seemed to be bobbing faster and faster on my aching pecker.
"I said I'm coming," I panted, "better pull off...ugh..ugh...ugh...sorrrrrry..too late," I said as my balls began to unload and still Roger showed no sign of having heard my cries.
I don't know if it was because I was so sexually excited or if Roger had somehow tapped directly into my balls and sucked out all the sperm, but for whatever reason I came a lot that night during my first ever blow job and Roger apparently swallowed every drop of it.
When my poor pecker finally stopped shooting and my poor nuts were drained I pushed Roger off my now sensitive pecker and fell down exhausted.
"What happened?" I heard Johnny say, his face inches form mine in the darkness.
"I came....too late....in his mouth," I panted.
"Roger?"
"Yeah, I didn't think he'd come that much and I don't mind the taste. I taste mine all the time," he said sounding embarrassed.
"Oh man, oh man..this is going to be sooo good, but first I gotta go pee."
For once Roger and I didn't need to go and when Johnny was gone I suddenly had the best idea I'd ever come up with in my whole life. I only had a few seconds to convince Roger, but fortunately that was all I needed.
"Hey Roger. Let's play a joke on Johnny. It'll be dark and he can't tell which one of us is doing it...so let me do it and see if he notices. It will be so funny if he can't tell."
"You wanna suck his pecker?" Roger asked then he chuckled, "Okay, yeah...that will be so funny. So when he gets back we switch places but we gotta be quiet and no talking so he won't be able to figure it out."
I touched Roger gently. I was feeling very affectionate suddenly toward my second best friend. I guess that's what happens when someone does what Roger had just done for me. "Thanks, you're the best."
"No problem, shhh here he comes."
In the darkness we lay there waiting for what would happen next then Johnny spoke softly.
"Okay, my turn Roger. You gonna swallow mine too?"
In the darkness I grabbed Roger's hand and shook it up and down hoping he got the message.
"Yeah, sure why not?" Roger giggled. The joke was on Johnny and I was doing the swallowing so he was off he hook.
"Okay, I'm ready. I even wiped the piss off on your tee shirt," Johnny joked.
"Asshole," Roger laughed, "I'm gonna jack off on yours."
"I thought you wanted your cock sucked."
"I do, but you won't do...I know you won't."
"We'll see...but now, it's my turn."
That was my cue. Quietly Roger and I traded places and I hoped Johnny couldn't see any better than I could in the dark. I was careful not to let any part of my body touch his since my skinny body would feel different than Roger's pudgy one and when it came time to do the deed I used two fingers to pull his foreskin back.
Retracting the foreskin unleashed a musky odor that filled my head and drove me on and despite my fear I knew this was what I wanted more than anything in the world at that moment. I felt Johnny shiver as I blew my hot breath across his piss slit and when I stuck out my tongue to sample the taste he moaned softly.
As my tongue touched his flesh I was engulfed in his heat and the smell and flavor of his most private part made me drunk with desire for him. This was all new to me, yet it seemed as natural as breathing and as I took him into my mouth I sighed with satisfaction.
How can I describe the taste, that smell, the feel of him? His was the first pecker I had ever made love to. Oh sure there would be many others in my lifetime, but that first one belonging to the boy I loved more than I could express was the one that I will always remember and compare all others to.
"Ughhh......oh shit....oh fuck," Johnny didn't swear a lot, but when he did it was important and I knew I was doing something right.
As I had done with Roger, Johnny reached down to touch my head and when he felt my hair I knew the masquerade was over. He felt my head and then ran his fingers through my soft hair and he had to know it was me sucking him, but still he didn't say a word.
I was afraid at first that he might be mad, might push me away, but that was silly. I was his best friend and I was giving him this wonderful feeling so why would he care that it was me and not Roger? Unless of course he felt like it was okay for Roger to act queer, but not his best friend in the whole world.
Now that I was certain he knew it was me I grew bolder and began to run my hand up and down his chest and hard flat tummy causing him to shiver even harder. Again I think it was instinct that caused my hand to move lower until I was fondling his balls. They had pulled up tight against his body and they felt heavy. For a moment I worried that I would choke when the time came for them to empty into my mouth but I was determined to give it my best.
I didn't want Johnny to come as quickly as I had and even though I had no idea what edging was nor would I even know that term until many years later, I pulled up off his pecker and slowly stroked him for a while trying to slow things down. I did this at least four times over the next 10 minutes or so, but eventually my neck began to get stiff and my jaws ached from being stretched and mimicking Roger's actions on my own pecker I sucked harder and faster in an attempt to make him come.
Spit was rolling down Johnny's pecker and into his pubes and balls and then onto the sleeping bag and the sound of my mouth on his pecker seemed loud and nasty. Once or twice I went too deep and gagged, but I found that after a while I could control my gag reflex as long as I knew it was going to happen.
Johnny was making little oh sounds and breathing really heavy and I knew he was close. I steeled myself and grabbed his balls and squeezed and suddenly he cried out and arched up to force his cock deeper into my mouth. I felt it expand and a second later I felt the first blast of his hot sticky cum hit the back of my throat.
The first one slid down my throat without so much as a taste, but the next one rolled across my tongue and I got a good taste of it. It was sweet and salty at the same time and I remember thinking that it tasted something like snot. But that wasn't a bad thing, well not to an 11 year old boy who'd sucked back his share of snot and maybe even eaten a few boogers. No, that taste wasn't bad at all....in fact I was pretty sure I loved the taste of my best friend's sperm.
There were four blasts altogether, then his pecker oozed a little and that was that. I didn't wait for him to push me away, instead I came up off his pecker and licked the head clean then quietly scampered away.
"That was the shits," he said sounding tired and far away.
"So you liked it?" Roger giggled.
"Yeah, chickenshit. I liked it, and I know it wasn't you who did it."
"It was my idea," I said trying to make a joke out of it, "we wanted to see if you'd figure it out, that's all."
"I knew the minute you put your mouth on it."
"Uh, are you mad?"
"Huh? No, why would I be? It felt great....and you swallowed all my sperm down."
"Well...I figured if Roger could do it...so could I..swallow I mean."
"So what about me?" Roger whined, "you both got your pecker sucked, who's gonna take care of me?"
"I'll jack you off," Johnny said at last, "but I gotta rest first."
"Awww is that all?"
"I guess....I could, you know, suck you since you sucked me," I said trying not to sound as anxious as I was to have another pecker in my mouth.
"Really, ah...that'd be great. You're a real pal."
So that's how I wound up sucking off both my best pals on the last night of our campout. We were 11 years old and unexperienced, but we knew what felt good and we were learning as we went along. Some people might not have understood or said we were bad to do stuff like that, but we loved each other in our own way and what we did was sort of an expression of that love.
Roger didn't last long, but when he came he filled my mouth so full of hot sticky cum that I had trouble swallowing it all down. I guess all the sex stuff had made his nuts go into overdrive and they were so full they looked like apples hanging between his legs. His taste was different than Johnny's, almost sweet, but it was years later that I learned that what you ate could affect how your cum tasted. I guess Roger must've ate a lot of sugar back then.
When it was over Roger and I went out to pee and even though there was a little bit of nervous tension between us, we were buds and we didn't let it ruin what we had. We were joking by the time we finished and as we stood there still naked in the cool night air Roger reached out and placed his hand on my chest just as he had with Johnny before this all began.
"What happened, that was cool and it's no one's business but ours..right?"
"Sure, just between us three pals. It was just ....fun, you know...playing around. Practicing, that's all."
"Yeah, that's all. Come on let's get some sleep, I'm awfully tired now."
"Yeah, me too and my jaw aches," I laughed.
"That's cause mine's so fat," he said putting his arm around my neck and pulling me close, "you're the best pal a guy ever had."
Johnny was already asleep when I laid down beside him and Roger was next, but suddenly I was wide awake. I could hear Johnny's soft regular breathing and behind me Roger was snoring softly like he always did. I rolled onto my side and when I did my legs brushed up against Johnny and I realized he was on his side too.
I could feel the heat coming off his body and smell his unique scent and suddenly I remembered how it had felt when he was rubbing his foot against mine. As boys our feet were small and calloused from going barefoot so much, but his had felt soft and warm rubbing against mine. I wondered if he had been aware he was doing it or if it had just been something he did without thinking.
Suddenly I felt him stir a little and he sighed as he pushed back against me. Suddenly his naked bottom was only an inch or so from my naked crotch. Next he bent his leg and his foot touched mine and I was reminded once again of what had taken place earlier and this time I pushed back.
I don't know where I got the courage, but suddenly I reached over Johnny and laid my hand on his chest and began to rub it gently. His body felt amazing beneath my touch, a contrast of hard and soft and I loved touching him. I grazed one of his nipples and was astounded to find it was hard. I had sometimes noticed my own nipples got hard when I rubbed them or sometimes when I jacked off but I had never associated them with sex in any way, until that moment.
I grew bolder and began rubbing his nipples smiling at how hard they were and when he suddenly moaned softly he nearly scared the shit out of me. I stopped moving my hand immediately and was terrified he might wake up and push me away or worse, but instead his hand suddenly came up and grabbed mine and pulled it tight around him.
I sighed as I scooted closer and spooned against him. Our naked bodies seemed to fit together in all the right places but thankfully I stayed soft the whole time otherwise my pecker would have been poking his butt. I was suddenly very content and very tired and soon afterwards I fell asleep.
I awoke several times that night and every single time Johnny and I were touching in some way. Either spooning or one of us with a leg over the other and once even holding hands. It was weird, but nice and after that night anytime we slept in the same bed we touched as we slept.
The next morning was sort of a blur. We slept late, till about ten o'clock, got up and peed and ate some cookies, but none of us was really hungry. We were mostly quiet as we broke down the tent and packed up our stuff. Our packs were lighter now since we'd eaten all the food and drank all the pop and as we shouldered them and looked around for the last time I was suddenly hit with a feeling of sadness that this was all over.
"I'm gonna miss this place," I said gazing out at the creek, "We should've swam one last time."
"Not too late," Johnny said, "I will if you guys want to."
"Naw, I don't wannna have to wait to dry off," Roger said looking tired.
"Okay, okay, let's go," I said giving in, "but let's promise we'll come back again before the summer is over."
"Sure, that's cool. Right Roger?"
"Yeah, before school starts for sure. Now...let's go home. I want to take a shit in my own bathroom," he added laughing.
I agreed with that since I was feeling the need myself. We walked out of the trees without saying much and there before us coming across the pasture headed directly toward us was three older boys.
I recognized one of them right away, his name was Willy Johnson and he was trouble with a capital T. My mom said he was a dime store hood and would probably wind up in jail someday and my dad warned me to stay away from him and up until that day I had done a good job of it. With him were his toadies, Jake Ross and Mike Fuller and though not quite as mean as Willy, they were bad eggs too.
I saw Willy suddenly stop and start pointing at us then he and his two goons came running toward us.
"Hey, what are you maggots doing here, this is our place."
"We been camping, but we're done. And it's not your place. It's for any kid that wants to come here," Johnny said balling up his fists. He looked ready to fight, but Roger and I were ready to run.
"Yeah, who says," Willy said moving dangerously close and snarling at us exposing his yellow teeth and I could smell his foul breath. Did he eat shit for breakfast?
"We say, that's who. Everyone knows that. Kids been coming here forever and even the owner don't care."
"Well, not any more. This place is mine and if I catch you here again I'm gonna pound you and your girlfriends."
"Shut up about my friends," Johnny said raising his voice and snarling back.
"Or what? You'll piss your pants," Willy laughed and his buds joined in.
"Or I'll do this," Johnny said and suddenly I saw his foot go up and I knew exactly what he was going to do.
I was already planning my escape even as I saw Johnny's foot make contact with Willy's crotch and the nut sack that hung there and when I heard Willy moan and his eyes roll back in his head I grabbed Roger and took off running. Johnny was right behind us and we didn't slow down till we reached the fence. I glanced back to see if they were coming after us, but I guess Willy was too busy rolling around on the ground and holding his nuts and his buddies were too busy figuring out what to do to take any action.
We made it through the fence and ran as fast as we could up the tracks being careful not to trip on the railroad ties and when we finally ran out of steam we slowed to a walk but we kept looking back to make sure we weren't being followed.
"Good one Johnny," Roger panted, "but he's not gonna forget that. We're gonna have to watch out for those guys from now on."
"My dad always told me to stay away from that creep, and now I got him gunning for me," I moaned, "he's gonna kill us now for sure."
"Naw, he won't. He's not gonna do anything. Trust me, he's a big old coward and if he didn't have his goons with him he'd be no one."
"Still we better steer clear of him...for a while anyway."
"Relax, if he bothers us we'll just tell my dad and he'll take care of him."
We didn't talk much the rest of the way. We had a million things going through our minds and Willy and his goons were the least of it. We'd shared something very special that weekend and none of us would ever be the same.
When we got to my turn off I hated to leave them, but it was time. We stood there awkwardly staring at each other for a moment and I wanted so badly to hug my two best friends, but instead I pounded them on the arm.
"Well...smell ya later," I said grinning.
"Hey, we should do something tomorrow you guys...." Roger said sounding sad.
"Maybe, but I'm not sure my folks will let me to anywhere after being gone all weekend."
"Well, let's try," Johnny said giving me a long lingering look.
I felt my heart speed up a little and I felt ready to run over to him and give him that hug after all, but instead I just nodded and turned to go so they couldn't see the tears in my eyes. I looked back once and saw them walking slowly down the sidewalk and I waved and they waved back then they were gone.
The sky had begun to cloud up by the time I got home and it looked like rain. A soon as I got in the front door my mother came running out of the kitchen and pulled me into a hug.
"Welcome home son. Did you have a good time? Did you get enough to eat? Are you hungry?"
"Yeah mom, we had a blast. All I had to eat today were some cookies and I'm starved."
"Well go wash up and I'll fix you a plate of chicken."
I threw my backpack in my room and walked into the dining room to find my dad sitting there reading the Sunday paper.
"Well, look what the cats drug in," he said looking up and grinning, "I see you didn't drown or get eaten by wolves like you mother predicted."
"No sir, no wolves, just raccoons and rabbits," I said grinning.
As I ate I told them the story of the raccoon and I thought my dad was going to bust a gut laughing. Then when I told them about the jack rabbit it all started all over again. I sort of felt special to be telling them all the fun things we did and the adventures but it sort of bothered me that there were some things that I could never tell anyone. I considered telling them about Willy and his gang, but I knew it would just make my mother worry so I kept that little secret too.
After eating I took a dump and a long hot shower and a little nap. I was over my sadness and glad to be home, but in the back of my mind I guess I missed my two buds a little. I wondered what Johnny was doing and if he was thinking of me. I know that sounds silly, but something very special had happened between us that weekend and I was looking forward to what came next.
That night I had supper with my folks and we watched TV and I retold some of my stories about the campout and dad laughed again when I got to the part about the raccoon. Then he told me about some stuff that happened to him and his buds when he was a kid and we had a really good time. I felt like I was growing closer to my dad suddenly and that was a good feeling, but considering all that was going on in my life it worried me some too. I mean with all the secrets I had to keep it was hard to get close to him without worrying I'd say the wrong thing.
Around 9:30 the rain began and as I lay down that night I listened to the rain pitter pat on the ground and thought about how my life had changed in the last few days. In a way it was scary, but in other ways it was exciting. I wondered if Johnny felt the same way I did or if this was all just old stuff to him. Sometimes it was hard to read him. He was usually just this easy going guy but after seeing how he handled Willy I had a whole new respect for him. He was tough yet he didn't fight that much. I guess maybe he had a reputation and that was all he needed.
Sleep was slow coming and of course after a while I begin to think about the sex stuff and my pecker got hard. I had promised myself I wasn't going to jack off that night and I managed to keep my promise, but just barely. I kept seeing Johnny's beautiful pecker and thinking about how it had felt in my mouth and then the taste of his cum and it was almost too much for me.
Fortunately I was exhausted and before I could change my mind about jacking off I fell asleep. I woke up once when I heard a loud crash of thunder and I pulled the covers up over my head. I liked rain but I didn't really care for thunder and lightening and when the wind blew I got really nervous. I thought about how good it had felt to cuddle with Johnny and I hugged my pillow to me and pretended it was him. I fell asleep that way and didn't wake again till morning.
End of Part 4
Next: life goes on
Lots of new feelings and experiences for the boys and now that the campout is over we will see how will those things affect their friendship. Robert is struggling with his new feelings for Johnny while at the same time he seems to be growing closer to his father. There are more changes ahead for the boys in Part 5, and not all of them are good ones.
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9-6-16
I can resist everything except temptation. Oscar Wilde
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