I love my bed at home. It's not too soft, not too hard - just perfect. But tonight, with only my trusty sleeping mat separating my back from the cold ground, I slept better than ever. I stretch and yawn, listening to morning birds chirping outside. Without opening my eyes, I grab my morning wood inside the sleeping bag. I can't believe it was in my adopted brother's mouth tonight. I can't believe his adopted mouth made me cum like I'd never have before.
After five minutes, I finally feel ready to open my eyes. Dustin sleeps in the fetal position, with only his head sticking out. I stare at him for a while. He looks so innocent and pure. Just a typical, fun-loving tween boy. A little bratty and whiny at times, but what tween boy isn't? But yet, I feel almost... fear. I replay what he whispered to my dick when playing with it at night. Do I even matter in this equation? He didn't pay me - Jacob - any attention until after I came. It's like... he's waiting for me to fall asleep so he and his "little buddy" can have some fun. And for many months, Dustin and my cock were in cahoots, having fun behind my back and never willing to bring me in on it. My cock cheated on me with Dusty.
But then I recall Dustin's final words before going to sleep. I love you, big bro. He couldn't be talking to anyone else but me. This gives me hope that I'm not a redundant guest at this party. And whether I am or not, there's one thing I can't deny. I love the hell out of it. In just three nights, Dustin helped me to the most powerful orgasms of my life. Not even the lewdest fantasies, ass play, or porn could lead to similar results. Let's face it. Being used like a sex toy turns me on endlessly. When Dustin came on my face last night, I initially felt repulsed, but now all I can think about is when it will happen again.
I focus back on Dustin's innocent face. What's going on inside his little head? A ray of light shines through the tent and slowly crawls over his left eye. Dustin winces a few times, and I look at him as he wakes up.
"Yawn, good morning," he says when he sees I'm looking at him. He stretches and then turns to his side, supporting his head on his hand and smiling adorably. "How did you sleep, Jacob?"
"Like never before," I say slowly.
"Good to hear," he says and keeps looking at me with happy eyes. I'm not sure if I like this look. It's not how brothers should look at each other - even adopted ones.
"I reckon you're not mad at me anymore?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.
"Why?" He asks, not losing his smile for a second.
"You're almost too happy to see me."
"I am," he confirms with a grin. "If only you were this nice to me at home."
"Dream on," I wink at him. "Anyway, how was your sleep?"
"Uh, amazing," he stretches again and purrs like a kitten. "Did you have any dreams tonight?"
"Oh my god," I hide my face in my hands. "Just crazy. Don't know what's the deal with the camp this year, but I'm having the wildest dreams."
Dustin raises in his sleeping bag and tugs closer, curiosity sparking in his eyes. "Will you tell me already?"
"No way," I smile with satisfaction.
"There you go, being a big meanie again!" Dustin whines. "Okay, what do I have to do so you can tell me? I'll do anything!"
"Whoa there! You should know better than to say it because I have a head full of ideas."
"But I mean it!" he begs. "What do I have to do? Do your worst!"
I stare at him for a few seconds. He'll do anything, huh? I would be stupid to miss out on the opportunity. It could be something epic. I mean, I don't want to harm him, but the possibilities are endless! The question is, am I ready to talk to him about the touching hand dream? I mean, the dream is way more innocent than the reality of what he's doing to me, so why the hell not?
"Okay, bro. I don't know why you want to know about that dream so much, but let's do it. If you walk all the way from here to the showers naked, I'll tell you. No running, no covering your junk."
"Shit, Jacob..."
"You said anything," I shrug and grin at him.
"Weren't we supposed to respect each other's privacy?"
"You are free to say no."
Dustin looks adorable, chewing his tongue and gathering courage.
"Okay, I'll do it."
"But it's already past seven. We might meet a few people on our way."
Dustin groans in pain and then unzips his sleeping bag, exposing his naked body to me.
"Are you sleeping naked now?" I ask, looking at his soft tween dick.
"I learned it from you," he blushes and gets out in the open completely. "Won't I get in trouble?"
"Absolutely not. You have to be in your suit or uniform only for the activities. Other than that, you can go nakers all day long if you want."
Now I'm really excited. I hope I'm not throwing Dustin under the bus. It's true that the camp is boy-only and nudist-friendly. Still, it's not like anyone exercises this right more than necessary or convenient (like for skinny dipping, sadly not as common as when I was here for the first time). Well, no point in overthinking now. I can protect him if anyone makes fun of him for that.
My dick has gone mostly soft, so I unzip my sleeping bag, and we're two naked boys in the tent. Dustin zeroes in on my crotch immediately. He'll never have enough, will he? I pretend I don't notice as I put on my dark red boxer briefs and prepare to leave.
"Aren't you gonna be naked with me? So it's less weird?" Dustin asks.
"Nah. It's all on you, Dusty. You won't make it past the tents line anyway."
"I will! I'm not shy anymore!" he boasts.
"Okay, let's see about that. Ladies first," I point at the tent exit.
"Uh, okay. But what if we stumble upon camp masters?"
"We say hello."
"Oh, yeah. But... what if we..."
"Just go already!"
"O-okay," Dustin smiles shyly and exits the tent. I follow him right after.
When we emerge from the tent, we see Cole, the black boy from yesterday, standing in front of his tent twenty feet next to us and brushing his teeth. He eyes Dustin from head to foot, and I swear something moves inside his loose white briefs. Looks like a wild animal, maybe a snake.
Cole spits the toothpaste and grins, "What a lovely view this morning. How are you guys doing?"
"We're good, Cole," I smile. "Doing a little dare here with my bro."
Dustin's face becomes red, and he covers his stiffening dick with his hands.
"Hey Dustin, no covering," I reprimand him.
"Yeah, but I'm getting hard," he mutters.
"Not just you!" Cole laughs, and now I see his briefs are obscenely tented.
"Kids..." I shake my head. I think Cole is thirteen but judging by the looks, I'm not going into a dick-measuring contest with him.
Dustin wraps his towel around his waist, but I can still see something poking through it. "I'll try next time. I just wasn't ready," he explains.
"Shocker," I pat his back. "It's fine, Dusty. Better live to fight another day. Now let's go!"
"Wait, boys, I'll go with you," Cole calls after us. He lurks into his tent to fish out a towel and trots to join us. He's still in his white briefs while Dustin struggles to fasten the towel around his waist, occasionally exposing his dick or ass as it keeps falling.
"Damn towel!" he curses with frustration.
"Here, let me help you," I offer. "Raise your hands."
I make quick work of properly wrapping his towel, stealing a quick look at his excited boyhood. He'll get used to that, but for now, it's gonna be fun to watch Dusty's right of passage.
"There," I say and pat his butt, and Dustin jumps.
"Hey, stop that!"
Cole laughs, looking at us. "You guys are adorable. Anyway, there's this thing that kept me up at night. Why did Terrence act like that when you told him you're brothers?"
Dustin and I look at each other. I don't like how often the subject is getting brought up here. If it keeps going, I should probably call Dad. It will break Dustin's heart if he learns he's adopted the wrong way.
But then Dustin speaks matter-of-factly, "It's because we look so different."
"Oh, I see," Cole says. "I didn't notice. To me, all white boys look the same."
"Hey, that's racist!"
We laugh as we approach the showers and see Jon waiting by the door, wearing yellow speedos and looking dorky as ever. He notices us only when we're close and looks at us suspiciously. His eyes go wide when he fastens them on Cole's crotch, but he quickly reminds himself to look away before the boy catches him.
"Hey," he greets us.
"Hey, Jon. Are the showers full?" I ask, hearing laughter from the inside
"Uh, no," he says, avoiding eye contact.
"Dude, it's the third day. Stop being shy. Even my brother came around," I smirk and earn a playful punch from Dustin.
"It's not it," Jon says. "I'm waiting till Max and Alex finish. They're acting weird."
There's another outburst of laughter from inside the showers, and we all share looks. Before I can move, the door opens, and Max and Alex emerge in their underwear, wide grins still engraved on their faces. Their smiles fade out a bit as they see us, and there's an awkward silence for a few seconds.
"Hey, dudes," I say.
"Hey," Alex says. "You guys about to take showers?"
"Yes, we are."
"Cool."
"Yeah, cool. See you later, Alex."
"See you, Jacob."
"Am I missing something?" Cole says when we go inside, but no one comments, and we start undressing and taking our places under the showerheads.
To my surprise, Dustin and Jon don't have a problem getting naked. Not to mention Cole, who is now trying to tame his semi-hard cock.
"Down, boy! Down!" he yells at it as it sways between his thighs. Damn. His garden hose isn't very thick, but he beats me by an inch or two in terms of length. Dustin's and Jon's eyes follow it like a pendulum. "It just won't listen to me anymore!" Cole complains.
"Splash it with cold water," I suggest, shaking my head. What's with everyone talking to dicks?
"Good idea."
As I check out the three boys, I realize they're as different as they come, considering they're almost the same age. The ginger boy is still a little potato, with his baby fat and small dick that hasn't probably grown an inch since Jon was a toddler. Dustin's puberty progress looks impressive in comparison. And it's not even about his cock, which now peacefully rests on top of his maturing ballsack. His legs, arms, and chests make him look like a young adolescent and betray he's going to sport a great body as a teen, as long as he doesn't quit his soccer team too soon. Cole... well, Cole is in another league, even though he's only a few inches taller than Dustin, and his round face and short, curly hair don't make him look any older.
Before we finish, a few more boys enter, and there's not enough room for everybody. The place becomes loud and crowded. I try not to stare too much. I wouldn't want to poke anyone's eye with my excitement.
The day at the camp is pretty fun. It's the hottest day yet, and my only regret is that the activities aren't water-connected. My light skin is pretty sensitive to sunlight, and while most boys go with bare chests, I apply tons of sunscreen and still decide to keep my shirt on.
After the activities, everyone goes straight to the pond, and I'm happy to do the same. But then, Dustin approaches me.
"Hey, Jacob. I was gonna try climbing that wall now. So later we can, you know."
"Yes, bro, I remember, but can we go for a swim now? This heat is killing me."
"Pleaaaase? I can't wait!"
"Dustin..."
"Pretty please! This will only take a few minutes, and we can go swimming."
"You will be the end of me, little runt," I say with a breathy sigh.
"Yay!"
Jon calls us when he sees us separating from the group. "Hey, where are you going?"
"Climbing walls!" Dustin shouts back.
"Are you crazy?!"
"Yeah!"
"I'm coming with you!"
We arrive at the six walls, and I shudder watching them scorched in the merciless afternoon sun.
"Hey Dustin, are you sure about that?" I ask.
"Yes. I was thinking about it all day."
"Alright. Just start with the fifth one before you go for the hardest one."
"If you say so."
It's just a formality. Dustin beats it in under one minute, making it look like climbing a ladder. But when he attempts the sixth, most challenging wall, he only makes it halfway up before his hand slips, and he helplessly swings on the security rope.
"It was just an accident!" He yells at us from above.
But then he tries again and again, repeatedly failing the same phase. That's where most fail, me included. It requires you to let go of all handles and propel yourself three feet to the left. For smaller boys, it's almost impossible.
"Ready to give up yet?" I ask him as he takes off his shirt and throws it into the sand.
"Don't count on it," he says, attacking it with double energy. But once again, he can't beat the crucial part. Dustin looks even more frustrated but doesn't give up.
"Why won't he just try tomorrow?" Jon asks, watching his best friend fail time after time.
"We made a little bet," I explain.
"So?"
"He can't wait for his reward," I smirk and quickly add, "don't ask me what it is, though. Can't tell you."
"Ugh, then why did you say anything in the first place?"
"You asked," I shrug and then shout to Dustin, who's heroically going for another climb. "Did you use sunscreen, Dusty?"
"No! My skin is immune!" He shouts back.
I don't know about it. Mom always made him use it. But with his light-brown skin, I don't recall him ever suffering from a sunburn - unlike me.
Ten more minutes pass, and it's becoming ridiculous.
"Alright, Dusty. One more try, and I'm going for a swim."
He doesn't even look my way but goes for another try. Which he fails.
"Come on, Dustin. Let's go. We'll try again tomorrow."
"No! I almost got it!"
"You didn't, Dusty. Let's face it. Your muscles are getting weak."
"They aren't!"
"Yes, they are. You can try again tomorrow."
Dustin's fists are curled, and his lips are pursed as we go to the pond. He can be too competitive and stubborn for his own good.
"You did well there, Dustin," Jon says cautiously.
"Shut up," Dustin blurts in response. Sheesh.
At the pond, I find a few friends and decide to give Dustin time to vent.
"Where's Alex?" I ask them, but they just shrug. I look around, and he's nowhere to be seen. Curiously, Max is missing, too.
It was a weird day. I don't let it get to my head and spend time swimming and playing in the water. From time to time, I throw glances at Dustin. He sits on the ground, supporting his chin with his fists, staring blankly into the distance. Jon sits next to him and looks uncomfortable, both his friends being effectively absent.
I feel bad for Dusty. He's been overly emotional since the camp started. Is this being separated from Mommy and Daddy, as he claims? Or is it something else? I don't know. What I know is that my little bro lost two dares today, and he took it personally. I should probably use this opportunity to teach him important life lessons. Like - you don't always win. Be patient. Nothing is for free.
But my empathy wins. Somehow, I can't stand seeing the little guy's first camp become a traumatizing experience.
I get out of the water and sit next to the boys.
"I'm proud of you, Dustin," I say. He ignores me.
"You worked really hard to beat that wall. And in the morning, you dared to leave your comfort zone. Maybe it didn't work today, but I've never been prouder."
This time he gives me a side glance. "Stop it. I suck."
I sigh and inch a bit closer to him. "Come on, Dusty. You don't suck." If not counting sucking my dick, that is. "You would be the first twelve-year-old in history to beat that wall. I set the bar too high for you. It wasn't fair."
"I guess," he says without enthusiasm.
"That's why I decided to treat it like you've won."
He looks at me again and squints. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, we can do what I promised you we would do."
"Wait... Really?"
"Really. Now how about we go for a little walk through the forest. You know, where no one can see us."
"Oh my god, yes!" Dustin fires up and throws his fists in the air. "I'll beat that fucking wall anyway; just give me more time."
"Heyy, language!"
"Where are you going?" Jon asks, confused by our exchange.
"We're going for a walk. We'll be right back."
"Can I come with you?"
"Uh, not this time. We have something private to discuss."
"Oh... okay," he frowns.
"Wait, Jacob," Dustin stops me. "Maybe Jon could come and keep watch."
I raise my eyebrows and shift my eyes from Jon to Dustin. "I don't know about that."
"Why do you need me to keep watch?" Jon asks cluelessly.
Dustin turns to me. "We can trust him, Jacob. He won't tell anyone."
I think about it for a second. Technically. Jon has seen my hard dick twice and made me cum once. There's not much I have to hide from him.
"Okay, you can come. But we will do something private with Dusty, and you need to look away."
"What is it?" Jon asks, almost trembling with curiosity.
"I'll tell you if you agree to stay and keep watch."
Jon straightens up and salutes. "I will!"
"Well, okay. I'm gonna be teaching Dustin about puberty."
Jon's eyes pop out, and his jaw drops. "No way! I want to learn about puberty, too!"
I shake my head. "Not so fast. Dustin is my brother. I can't teach you about puberty without your parents' consent. Also, Dustin had to work hard for this."
"Aww."
"Sorry, dude. You don't have to go if you don't want to."
"I do!"
I have mixed feelings about it, but the three of us, only wearing our swim trunks and shoes, walk into the forest, trying not to attract too much attention. We walk for about five minutes until I'm comfortable with how far away we are from everyone else.
"Dustin, see, this tree stump?" I say and point at a stump of a large tree. It could easily serve as a big chair for four people.
"Uh-huh."
"This will be our study. Jon, sit over there on that rock and look if anyone's coming."
"So far away???" he moans with disappointment.
"Yes. And not looking. The lesson is only for Dustin."
"Ugh, fine," he says and walks away. I watch as he sits on the rock, about out of earshot, looking away from us.
Dustin and I look at each other. We're both in a state of anticipation and a little nervous. For the first time, we're going to do something at least remotely sexual with mutual consent and awareness. This feels different than being played with in my sleep and gives me serious chills. I have to acknowledge what we're doing, and I have to acknowledge showing my erection to my adopted brother. For now, my dick is soft, so it's an easy start.
"Okay, Dusty, you ready? Better watch closely because you may never see it again," I say, and I already know that nothing could be further from the truth.
Dustin nods vigorously and glues his eyes to my crotch as I slide my swimming trunks down, exposing my dick. Then he surprises me by grabbing the waistline of his own swimwear and pulling it down in a swift move.
"Whoa," I say, looking at his semi-hard boy cock.
"It only makes sense if we can compare, right?"
"It does. I just didn't think you would have the balls."
"I'm not a little kid," Dustin says.
I put my towel on the tree stomp, and we sit next to each other.
"Okay, Dusty. For starters - what do you already know about puberty?"
Dustin makes a face of a student trying to remember the subject of the last lesson. It contrasts with his dick, which is almost at total hardness now.
"Uh, I know how babies are made. I know that you shoot sperm, and it has to make contact with an egg..."
Dustin's dick is now pointing straight up, and I can feel my own tool slowly getting harder. The thrill of the moment is real - being out in the open with Dustin, talking to him about growing up, slowly getting ready to study our erections. You can't make it up! I quickly look at Jon, who is, of course, staring back at us with huge eyes.
"Jon!" I yell.
"Alright, alright," he says and turns away. This kid, huh. I knew it wasn't a good idea to include him. Why didn't we just wait to do it in our tent, now that I think about it? Perhaps I couldn't bear seeing Dustin down for so long. Maybe I couldn't wait myself.
"Okay, Dustin, so you clearly know how a penis works. Do you shoot sperm already?" I ask as if I didn't know.
"Yes!" he nods. "Not as much as you, though, just a few drops."
"Uh, how do you know how much I make?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.
Dustin panics. It's adorable. "Uh, I don't know. I mean, I suppose you make more than me since you're three years older and all... and I..."
"Easy, Dusty. I understand. Calm down. I probably do make more than you. Since you know the basics, let's do some fieldwork. I'm not gonna teach you about pregnancy control and other boring stuff. We can talk about it later, without our dicks out."
"Okay."
I grab my dick and start stroking it. Dustin watches intently. Looks like no matter how many times he has seen it, he never has enough. In just ten seconds, I'm as boned as I've ever been. Being naked and hard with Dusty feels so wrong, yet so right. Can I really teach him anything, though?
"As you know, Dusty, your penis is cut, and mine is uncut."
"Why is that?" he asks.
"That's a question for our parents. Frankly, I don't know. Anyway, as you can see, they look almost the same when hard, despite my being uncut."
"Your's much bigger," he notices.
"I wasn't really talking about the size, but technically, yes, it is bigger."
"How long?"
"Six inches."
"Whoa. And how long was it when you were my age?"
"I didn't really keep track, but I'd say it was similar to yours."
"Really? So does it mean I'll be as big as you?"
"I can't say. But it's likely. Your penis is pretty thick for your age, and that's what's the most important when it comes to... pleasuring your partner."
Dustin slowly looks me up in the eyes with wonder. I didn't expect I could actually teach this peen-crazed horndog anything he didn't already know, but I guess I was wrong.
He brings his two index fingers together. "Like... like in..."
"Yes. When you penetrate your partner, be it a girl or a boy, the thickness is what really counts, not the length."
Dustin keeps looking at me as if he's experienced a revelation. He looks down again to compare our dicks. "You're even thicker than me," he says.
"I am," I say, not without a hint of pride.
"So... so if I... so let's say I..." Dustin stutters and then grabs my dick in his hand. It's hot as fuck, but it literally makes me laugh.
"Okay, you can play with it," I say, internally dying from pleasure and the weird hotness of the whole scenario. "Can I speak with you frankly, Dustin? Are you a big boy?"
"I am!" he says, but he's focused on slowly stroking my cock and watching the foreskin slide up and down as he does.
"Hey, don't go too fast or... anyway, what I wanted to say is. When you stick your dick inside a pussy or ass, or whatever, it gives that person nice feelings, and most of them come from your peen being thick."
"So if it's thin, then there's no pleasure?"
"No, I didn't mean it like that. You can still give your partner a lot of pleasure with a small dick. There are many other factors like technique, foreplay, and yes, length too."
"Wait. Did you have sex?" Dustin looks up at me curiously.
"Uh, no, not really."
"So, how do you know all this?"
"Let's say I did my reading. And watching, too. You can trust me on that."
"I see," Dustin nods. "So, is everything normal with me?" he asks.
"I would say you're perfectly normal, Dusty. Is it fine if I touch yours?" I ask.
"Yeah, I'm touching yours right now, haha!"
"I'm just trying to teach you that it's polite to ask first."
"Oh... yeah, sorry," he giggles but doesn't stop playing with my dick.
I grab his and move it around a little.
"Oooh..." Dustin moans.
"Feels good, huh? That's another thing to know. It feels much better when someone else touches you than when you touch yourself."
"I can totally see that," he says with a squeezed throat. "It feels amazing."
"What? When I do this?" I ask and roll it around in circles, and it throbs in my hand.
"Oooh... yes!"
"Just wait till your girlfriend does that... and more."
"Yeah, whatever. I like when you do it."
"Trust me, Dusty. It's only the beginning. Anyway," I say, examining his peen from all angles. "You are a perfectly healthy boy. Your dick is growing normally, you have your first pubes, you shoot sperm. It looks like your sex life is going to be great."
I look into his eyes, and he literally glows up. "Do you really think so?"
"I do. Feel free to explore your sexuality alone or with your friends while you're young. Just be nice and only do it if the other person wants it too. That's the most important underlying rule. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Jacob," he smiles at me. He looks delighted.
"Then repeat it back to me; in your own words."
"Uh..." he goes and scratches the back of his head. "Underlying..."
"Dusty! Did you even get what I was saying?"
"Yes, I did! I mean, make sure it's fine with the other person before you do sexy stuff with them?"
"That's my boy! We can talk about it some more in the future, but I think it's enough for now. Let's go before people start looking for us."
"Uh, okay, but... can't you teach me about cumming before we go?"
I give him a knowing smirk. "Something tells me you know a lot about cumming."
"I do, but I'd like to see you cum, so we can compare!"
"Maybe some other time. Not with the curious cat around," I say and nod at Jon. Obviously, he's shamelessly staring at us again.
"No looking!" Dustin scolds him, and something about it feels really funny. "Okay, he turned away. We can cum now."
"No, Dustin. We've done enough. I'm your older brother, remember? If you want me to teach you again, you must listen to what I say. We can do it later if you show some maturity and responsibility."
"Tonight in the tent?"
"No promises."
"Thank you, Jacob! I love you!"
"I love you too, Dusty. Now let's go."
We dress, carefully tucking our boners before joining Jon, who's the saddest little ginger boy I've seen in my life.
"What did he teach you?" he asks Dustin. But Dustin's eyes betray he's going to enjoy keeping the secret, at least for a while.
"Puberty," he says. "Maybe I'll tell you when you start yours."
Jon groans as we move back to the pond. But then, I see some movement far away, between the trees. I almost write it off as a delusion, but then I see it again.
"Hey boys, how about you go without me? I have a business to take care of."
"Can we watch!?" Both boys ask at the same time.
"It's number two, you stupid pervs. Still wanna watch?"
"Ewwww!!!"
"I thought so. See you later."
I watch them disappear, and when I'm sure they're gone, I start walking in the direction where I saw the suspicious movement.
That's it for chapter four. I hope you enjoyed it. What did you think about it? What would you like to happen next? Let me know! - deann.thomas@protonmail.com
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