It's amazing what a difference a year can make in a guy's life. Ninth grade really didn't seem all that different than eighth grade, but the jump to 10th grade and high school was a real shock for us.

Sure we were attending classes with pretty much the same bunch of kids that we'd known since grade school, but somehow it seemed like everyone had changed. 

I guess part of it was that we were maturing and coming into our own right. We were finding out who we were and change was inevitable, but no way were we ready for just how much change would be coming our way.

First of all, some of the kids we'd known forever suddenly seemed distant and began to drift away from us. That was disturbing, especially in the case of a few good friends such as Larry Kating, but at the same time we were picking up new friends and reconnecting with old ones.

I think one reason Larry drifted away from us was that he had taken a girlfriend over the summer and word had it that they were very close. I didn't know the girl, she had transferred in the previous year, but I'd seen her around and she seemed to be a nice girl, not to mention quite pretty and with a great body. Well, the kind of body most teen boys liked anyway.

Of course we felt different too, Johnny and the rest of our friends, but fortunately our core group remained in tact. That's not to say that there weren't some changes ahead, but at least we still managed to hang onto each other.

One of the big changes was being exposed to the upper classmen. I mean sure we'd been on the same campus with these big brutes for the last three years, but until now we'd never had to occupy the same space with them.

Some of the upper classmen we knew, either because they were big brothers of kids we knew, or because we knew someone who knew them, but many of them were strangers, or so it seemed.

Let's face it, seniors were more adult than kids and sort of intimidating, especially the jocks, and we were careful when we were around them. No way did we want to have some big brute football player call us fags and maybe try to rough us up.

Of course not all of them were brutes or jocks and we actually made a few friends among them. 

Another change for us was, that up until our sophomore year we had never gone to school with a black kid. Now let me explain. Being a small town, Pryor, in the 70's, had no black folks living in the city limits. There were a few blacks in the rural areas, but none attended our school. 

Whitaker Children's Home which was located near the big park, housed kids of all ages and races, and there were black kids there, but they were schooled there until High School. So that meant that beginning with tenth grade we had black kids in our classes.

Let me also assure you that I or my friends were not prejudiced in any way, we were just ignorant. Up until that time our only experience with blacks was what we saw on TV and the occasional glimpse of a black person in town or nearby cities.

As easily as we made friends I guess it was only natural that we should make our first black friend that year. His name was Tony and he sat in front of me in American History. Johnny had that class too, and he sat to my right, but none of our other friends shared that class.

One day about a week into the school year Tony turned to me and asked if I had a pencil he could borrow and, as they say, the rest was history. 

Later Tony would tell me that borrowing the pencil was just a way to see what kind of person I was. I didn't understand at first, but then being ignorant of the ways of the world, I didn't know that some kids would have just ignored his request.

Tony was a smart kid and he soon established himself with the teachers as having a sharp wit and a good head. He never caused any trouble and was always quick with a smile or a kind word for anyone worthy of it.

He was tall and lean, with chocolate colored skin and the typical Negro features, and I thought he was one of the handsomest guys I'd ever known. His eyes were deep pools of chocolate that seemed to sparkle. 

Despite being black in a small town where you could count the number of his kind on the fingers of two hands he soon proved that he was more than just a color. He was a natural born athlete and excelled at anything he tried out for, but basketball was his thing, and soon he was a star.

Johnny and I had never been part of the jock crowd, but we did know a few guys on a first name basis and they seemed like okay guys.

By the first month of the school year we were pretty well settled in, but there were still lots of changes ahead. 

One of the changes was that Larry, Donnie's older brother joined the Army. He had managed to squeak by in school and finally graduated, but lacking the money or desire to go to college, the Army seemed his best alternative.

We saw him off before he left, but there was no fooling around or any mention of the times we had. He had been dating regularly for a while and was leaving behind a girlfriend, but I don't think they were that serious.

I remember looking at him that day and wondering if I would look that grown up when I was his age. He was still a handsome guy, but he was an adult now and was moving on from our little town and our lives and that was sad.

Donnie took it pretty hard too, but this wasn't the first brother he'd lost to the armed forces, his brother Virgil, who was my Uncle Joe's age, had joined the Navy when he was 17 and was stationed in San Diego.

Looking around the room he and Donnie had shared for so long I wondered what Donnie was feeling. He'd finally gotten what he wanted, a room of his own, but I wondered if he wouldn't be lonely now.

Changes were coming at us fast and so I guess we shouldn't have been surprised when the next major change happened.

One afternoon in mid October Johnny and I walked to my house after school to find my mom waiting for us with a long face.

My first thought was that something had happened to dad or to Mikey and I guess she saw the fear on my face. Mikey came running in about then and I let loose the breath I'd been holding and my shaking eased up a little.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

She sighed and grabbed Mikey up and kissed him before suggesting we go into the living room and sit down.

"Mom, you're scaring me. Is dad okay?"

"Sorry son, yes your dad is fine. It's Caleb's grandpa. He passed away last night. His grandma called to tell Johnny's mom and she called me."

His grandpa had been ill that last summer, and Caleb had stayed on the farm to help out and missed out on our fun at Uncle Joe's. His grandpa had gotten better though and as far as we knew he was doing just fine now.

"But, I thought he got all better..."

"It was a heart attack. Back in June he had a mild heart attack and the doctors told him to take it easy, and Caleb, bless his heart, has been doing his best to make sure he didn't overdo."

"So what happened?" Johnny said looking ready to cry.

"Last night he was feeling a little tired and he went to bed early. When Caleb's grandma came to bed a little later he'd already passed away. They called the ambulance, but he was already gone."

"Oh mom," I said wiping the tears from my eyes, "How's Caleb? Can we...can we go see him?"

She nodded, "I thought you might want to, so I called your dad and told him where we'd be."

"I want to go too," Johnny said finally letting the tears go.

"It's fine, I've already talked to your mom. She went out earlier and sat with his grandma. She said Caleb's grandma was surprisingly calm. I think she might be in shock. I worry about her being there all alone."

"She's not alone, she has Caleb."

"I know, but he'll be going back to school eventually and she'll be all alone. Johnny's mom and I have agreed to keep a close watch on her once that happens."

"Man, this is so...so bad," Johnny sobbed, "he was a nice old man. He...he even buried Peck for me and he was so afraid I'd be mad that he let him out and that he got ran over. I know it wasn't his fault. That dumb old dog was always chasing cars when he got out."

"He was funny too," I said remembering the old man's wicked sense of humor. I'm gonna miss him."

"Come on boys, let's go then. I made a casserole to take, I'm sure Caleb's grandma won't feel like cooking."

On the way to Caleb's, Johnny and I sat in the back seat with Mikey between us as he showed us his newest Little Golden Book. Mom bought him a new one every time she went to town and the kid was already learning to read.

Spending a little time with my kid brother seemed to take some of the pain away, but when we pulled up at Caleb's it all came flooding back.

His grandma met us at the door and gave each of us a big hug before leading us inside. 

"Who is it grandma?" Caleb said appearing from the back of the house, and when he saw us he sprinted toward us and we got a big hug from him too.

"Hey," I said as he pulled away. I could see that his eyes were red from crying but he seemed to be holding up okay at the moment.

"I'm so sorry...about your grandpa," I stammered, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Yeah, thanks. It was kind of a shock, but I guess we should've seen it coming after what happened this summer."

Caleb's grandma had led my mom off to the kitchen leaving us boys to talk, and Caleb suggested we go to his room. As soon as the door was closed he fell down on his bed and sighed.

"I...don't know what's gonna happen now," he said sounding worried, "my grams can't run this place by herself and I'm in school all day..."

"Why can't she move into town or something?"

"She could, but she's so stubborn. She says she's lived here all her married life and she wants to die here."

"There must be some way to stay here."

"Well, she gets her old age pension check and now she can draw more since...since my grandpa died, but the farm provided a lot of our food and stuff."

"Hmmm...well, if it would be any help, me and Johnny and the gang could come out in the summer and help."

"That's great guys, but I'm just not sure how this will all work now. Grams has a son, Derek, that lives in Texas, he's coming for the funeral and I'm going to talk to him about things and see what he thinks."

"Uh, when is the funeral?"

"Friday. Grandpa is going to be buried in Boatman in that little cemetery there. His folks and grandma's folks are buried there. They're having the service in that little church there."

I nodded, "We'll all be there. I'll make sure any of the guys who need a ride can get there."

"Thanks, I'm not sure who all will be there, mostly the folks from church. It will be nice to have some people I know there."

"You okay?" Johnny asked sitting down next to Caleb and rubbing his thigh.

"Yeah, I guess. I mean, it's like loosing my folks all over again. I'm just worried about grams now, she seems to be taking it okay, but I know how close they were and I worry that she will fall apart at any moment."

"I'm really sorry. If there's anything we can do to help, you know we will. My folks will help too. Our moms have already said they will check up on you guys."

"Thanks," Caleb said closing his eyes. A few tears leaked out and ran down his cute face and it broke my heart to see him in such pain. 

Laying down on the other side of him I took him in my arms and just held him as he began to sob quietly. Johnny laid down on the other side and we sandwiched him, hugging him and comforting him till he was all cried out. 

Eventually Caleb got up and went off to the bathroom to wash his face and we joined my mom and his grandma in the kitchen. 

Despite the death of her husband of 40 years she had managed to bake a batch of cookies, and being teenage boys we gratefully accepted them when she offered us some. 

As we sat eating our cookies and drinking milk we listened to the two adults discussing the arrangements and funeral as if it were some business deal. I guess adults, especially older ones were used to death and all that it entailed.

We left around 7 that evening and when we got home we discovered my dad had prepared dinner for us. It wasn't anything too involved, spaghetti with meat sauce, but we all appreciated the effort and thanked him warmly. 

After dinner we drove Johnny home and my mom came in long enough to talk to Johnny's mom about the funeral and stuff. Johnny showed me his newest painting and we managed to get a bit of alone time though we didn't do anything beyond some kissing and heavy petting.

At school the next day we told the other guys the sad news, but some of them, like Donnie already knew via the mom line, the most reliable way to spread news.

Donnie and Gerald agreed to go to the funeral with us, but Ben and Walter said they weren't comfortable going and we respected that. 

The rest of the week was sort of a blur, but Caleb and his grandma were in my thoughts most of the time. I hoped they'd find a way to make things work and keep the farm, but there was no way I could have predicted what did happen.

The funeral service was a lot different than I expected. Instead of being a somber, sad affair, it was actually a celebration of Caleb's grandpa's life, with many of his long time friends and fellow church members sharing their stories of the amazing man.

At the graveside there was a short prayer and then the casket was slowly lowered into the ground. Caleb and his grandmother were given a single red rose which they threw on top of the casket.

Of all the things that I'd witnessed in my life, the lowering of the casket had the biggest impact on me. As the casket was slowly lowered into the ground I finally accepted the finality of death. Someday that would be me dropping into the depths of the earth, or Johnny, or someone else I knew, and that was a sobering thought.

After the funeral we retired to the church where some of the ladies had set up a buffet type dinner. There was a ton of food, and despite the sadness of the situation we found we loaded up our plates and did our share of eating.

We were excused from school for the day and Johnny and I were going home with Caleb to spend the night. Caleb's uncle Derek drove us, but he was staying in town in a motel, and after visiting for a while he said his goodbyes and drove away.

My folks had talked to him about his mother's plans to stay on the farm and he said he supported her decision and would help out financially if it was needed. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but I got the feeling that he had a full life back in Texas and was ready to get home.

Caleb had held up well during the whole thing but once we got back to his place and alone he seemed to melt. While Derek and his grandma talked in the living room we retired to Caleb's room and Johnny and I tried our best to cheer him up.

"It's really over," he sighed, "and I'm not sure what will happen now."

"It will be fine, you'll see," I said rubbing his back, "Your uncle seems nice, and he said he would help you guys stay on the farm."

"That's just it, I'm not sure I want to stay on the farm. I mean it was okay when grandpa was alive, but now...everywhere I go I'm reminded of him. He loved this place so much, both of them did, and I'm not sure I can live here now."

"You'll get over it. I know you're sad now, but it will get better. You can make this work, we'll help."

"Thanks, I guess I'll just have to wait and see what happens."

Despite having eaten a ton of food at the church we were hungry again, and fortunately the ladies had sent home plenty of leftovers with us. We ate around the kitchen table where we had dined so many times with Caleb's grandparents and the empty chair at the head of the table was a constant reminder of what we had lost.

Despite that, Caleb's grandma seemed to be in good spirits and able to carry on a conversation, and we talked about everything but what was on our minds.

His granny retired early and left us to fend for ourselves, and after watching some TV we headed to Caleb's room. We'd all bathed before dressing for the funeral and so we skipped a shower and headed straight to bed. 

It was a tight fit in Caleb's full size bed, but we needed to be close, and no one even considered any other arrangement. Caleb cried for a while, then settled down and slept. Johnny and I cried a bit too, but mostly for Caleb this time. I couldn't even imagine how he must feel. First his parents were taken from him and now his grandpa, the man who had taken him in when no one else would.

We awoke to morning wood and the Heavenly smell of frying bacon and homemade buttermilk biscuits. After peeing we dressed and headed out to find Caleb's granny busy fixing breakfast.

"Morning boys, are you hungry?"

"Yes ma'am," we all assured her, and after giving her a hug we helped set the table and get things ready.

The atmosphere at the breakfast table was much improved from that of the night before and for once I began to have a glimmer of hope. 

After helping with cleanup us boys went hiking to the pond and as we sat on our favorite rock enjoying the sunshine we talked about all the fun times we had shared there. 

"We can come visit you and help out with things."

"I know, thanks," Caleb said laying his head on my shoulder, "I do sorta like this place and we did have some good times here. It's so much different than California, but both places are nice." 

"I've never lived anywhere but here, but I wanna travel some day and see as much of this country as I can, maybe even other countries."

"Yeah, you and me...together," Johnny added, "I believe anything is possible these days."

We stayed till Sunday afternoon and by then things seemed to have settled down at Caleb's house. Caleb's granny sent us home with a sack full of her delicious Ranger Cookies and gave us a big hug and thanked us for being such good boys.

We hugged her goodbye and as we climbed into the car I watched her wave from the front porch. As we drove away I turned to look out the back window and waved to her and Caleb until they were out of sight.

Winter that year came early and by Thanksgiving we'd had our first snow. We invited Caleb and his grandma to have dinner with us, but his grandma insisted that she bring the desserts.

I think it made her happy to cook for others and her pies were delicious. We had a good time visiting and feasting on turkey and dressing and all the fixings. 

Over dessert we retired to the living room and the adults had coffee while us kids drank tea. Mikey seemed to take up with the old lady as if he had known her forever and she doted on him and most of the time he was in her lap or nearby.

Johnny came by after he finished dinner with his folks and the three of us boys went off to my room for some guy time while the adults visited and entertained Mikey.

"How's everything at home?" Johnny asked sprawling out on my bed.

"Good, really good. Granny seems to be doin' okay. She's even been talking about us moving into town, but she said we'd have to find a buyer for the farm first."

"That's great. You should try to convince her to move to Pryor. That way our folks could watch out for her and stuff."

"I dunno, we'll see."

"How's school? Have you made lots of friends this year?"

"It's okay. There's a bunch of boys I hang out with at lunch and stuff, but being way out here we don't see each other outside of school. I really miss having you living next door."

"Yeah, it was cool, but I did miss my baby," Johnny said surprising me by using such an affectionate name as he slipped an arm around me.

"You guys are so lucky to have found each other and I can really tell you are in love for real. I hope I can find someone like that some day."

"You will, you're a cool dude. I'm curious though, are you looking for a boy or a girl?"

"Don't matter Robert, if I can find someone I really dig, I don't care what they have between their legs," he laughed.

I nodded, "That gives you a lot more kids to pick from. Are there any cute girls in school that you like."

"Well, there's this one Indian girl. Her name is Mary. She is so cute, and she seems really sweet. She's kind of shy though and I don't think she's ever gone out with any of the other boys there. She has a few girlfriends she hangs around with, but I never see her with any boys."

"You should ask her to sit with you at lunch or something," Johnny suggested.

"I don't know, what if she said no?"

"Then you'd know for sure that she wasn't interested. I bet she'd say yes though."

He shrugged, "I might, but lately I haven't really felt much like being sociable. I mean most of the kids were pretty cool about grandpa's death and all, but some of em' seem kind of...I don't know, weird maybe. Like they're afraid to talk to me now."

"Yeah, I got that same kind of feeling when my sister died," Johnny said looking sad all of a sudden, "I don't think they mean to be that way, it's just that they don't know what to say or do when something like that happens. I guess till you experience something like that you really don't know what it's all about."

"Yeah, I guess," Caleb sighed, "Hey, can we go out to the clubhouse maybe, somewhere more private," he added, seeming to perk up a little.

"Yeah, sure. It's not too cold out and at least the wind is blocked in there," I said, "but grab your coat anyway, don't want you to freeze."

I had a pretty good idea what Caleb had in mind and of course I had no problem with it and I knew Johnny wouldn't either. It had been a while since the three of us had messed around, and though Johnny and I had had plenty of sex, I figured all Caleb had was his hand.

Sitting on the old couch in the semi-darkness of the clubhouse it didn't take long for things to get going. Seeing the bulge in Caleb's jeans I reached over and gave it a squeeze and he moaned lowly.

"Careful, it's been a while since anyone but me touched that."

"Johnny, I think this boy needs our help. What say we both help him with his problem?"

"Okay, stand up Caleb, we need to get those pants and undies off of you," Johnny said taking charge.

Once we had Caleb's pants and undies down we pushed him back on the couch and began working on him. He smelled like soap and boy, with just the right mixture of sweat and musk and I began to lap him up like a starved calf.

While Johnny fondled his nuts I sucked on his pecker causing him to moan appreciatively as he squirmed around beneath our touch. I knew it wouldn't take long for him to come, so after a while I came off of his pecker and began to lick his nuts while Johnny rubbed around on his chest and stomach, pinching his nipples and causing more moaning.

We switched off then and Johnny sucked Caleb while I rubbed and kissed his soft smooth skin and suddenly Caleb cried out and went stiff as his cock expanded and began to spew his sweet salty boy cum into Johnny's eager mouth. I moved down to share the taste and Johnny and I kissed with Caleb's cock between our lips, causing even more moaning from the sexy teen.

"Oh man, that was great," Caleb panted as he fell back onto the couch trying to regain his senses, "When I rest you guys have to let me do you. It's been too long since I had a cock in my mouth."

Johnny giggled, "So you want a cock to suck then, how about two?"

Caleb moaned as Johnny produced his hard dripping pecker, skinning back the foreskin to reveal his wet red knob. Not to be outdone I produced my own equally eager cock for him to view and he reached up and took both of us in his hands and began jacking us till he was ready for the main event.

Caleb alternated between sucking and jacking us till Johnny finally spewed in his mouth. As soon as Johnny was finished Caleb moved back to my cock and gave it his best. I didn't last long and when I came I felt my knees go weak and I thought I was gonna pass out. I'd forgotten just how good a cock sucker Caleb was, and I vowed to use his talent as often as possible, as long as Johnny was around of course.

Afterwards we pulled up our pants and went back inside and had more of his granny's pie. I could still taste Caleb on my lips as I shoveled in the pumpkin pie and that got me to laughing, but I couldn't explain in front of everyone. Later in private I told the two that we should have saved the cum and used it for topping on the pie and we all had a good laugh. 

Too soon it was time to take Caleb home and though we had asked him to spend the night, he said he didn't want to leave his granny home alone. I considered asking if Johnny and I could spend the night with him instead, but we'd already made plans to go to a movie the next day with Gerald, Donnie, and Walter and we didn't want to disappoint our other friends.

We did ride to Caleb's place with him and his granny and we helped carry the food inside that my mom had sent home with them. After hugs and goodbyes we were on our way home and soon I forgot about Caleb and was looking forward to my evening with Johnny and the movie with my friends tomorrow.

Christmas snuck up on us that year and I don't think any of us were ready for it when it came. I bought Johnny a new Levi Jacket that he had been wanting for a while and some colored pencils and sketch pads, cause he went through that stuff like crazy. His gift for me was a new tape recorder to replace the old one that had finally died on me and some albums and tapes.

As with thanksgiving we invited Caleb and his granny, but his granny was ill and she said she didn't feel like traveling. So instead we loaded up a bunch of food and gifts for the two, and after we'd had our Christmas dinner we drove out to deliver them.

Caleb seemed especially happy to see us and his granny did manage to get out of bed long enough to eat a bit and open her gift, a warm flannel night gown that my mom had picked out for her.

She thanked us over and over with tears in her eyes and told us what a blessing we were. She said she had seen the doctor a few days before Christmas and she had an upper respiratory infection, but she said she thought that doctor was a quack and there had to be more to it as bad as she felt.

Mom suggested she take her to see our doctor, but she refused, saying she'd get over it one way or the other, despite the doctor's ignorance. She seemed smaller and more frail as she sat in her chair watching Mikey play in the floor at her feet. That kid had certainly taken a shine to that old lady and it was obvious from the look in her eyes that she adored the feisty little kid.

Caleb led me and Johnny out back after a while and confided in us that he was worried about his granny. He said she just didn't seem to be herself, and most days she only got out of bed long enough to fix his meals, but that she herself wasn't eating much. He said he was afraid she would starve herself to death and he didn't know what to do.

"I'll tell my mom what you told us, she'll know what to do," I said trying to comfort him a little, but the truth was I didn't know if my mom could help if the old lady had decided to just quit living.

I'd heard that sometimes when a couple has been married a long time and one of them dies, that the other one often mourns their loss so much that they too die. It was sad to think about, but I could almost understand. I mean if Johnny died, I'm not sure I'd want to go on living either, and that was what I was afraid was happening with Caleb's granny.

On the way home I approached the subject with my folks, and my mom looked at my dad as if to say, see I told you so.

"I was afraid of that," she said softly, "I don't know what to do, but I'm certainly going to try to snap her out of this. I've already talked to your mom Johnny, and she has agreed to help me with this. We're going to go out there as often as possible and try to get her interested in life again. We'll take her shopping, maybe to the beauty parlor, or out to eat, things like that."

"Good idea mom," I said feeling a little relieved, "I think that would help a lot."

"I hope so son. We'll let her rest up a bit and see if she gets over this infection or whatever it is she has, then we'll start trying to get her interested in living again."

Christmas faded into New Years and this year Johnny and I spent the holiday with Caleb. His granny seemed to be some better and had gained back a little of her color and weight, but we still worried about her. Our moms had gone through with their plan and visited her at least twice a week, taking her shopping, or to the beauty parlor, or the doctor and she seemed to like the attention.

Since there was only Caleb now they had had to make some changes on the farm. They had gotten rid of most of the livestock and only had a few chickens now, and come spring they would plant a smaller garden than usual and Johnny and I promised to help with it. That is is unless Caleb could convince her to sell the farm and move into town.

We didn't have any champagne to toast in the New Year, but somehow Caleb had managed to get three bottles of beer, one for each of us. He said it had been his grandpa's and that he had kept it hidden in the cellar because his grandma was completely against drinking of any alcohol. He had filled a bucket with ice and had the three beers chilling in his bedroom closet when we arrived.

As usual his grandmother fixed us a good supper, and after cleaning up she headed off to bed around 9 o'clock. She kissed each of us on the cheek and gave us a big hug and wished us a Happy New Year and we headed off to Caleb's room.

We played cards and board games till it got closer to time and then turned on Caleb's radio and waited for the countdown. At 11:55 Caleb handed each of us one of the beers and passed the bottle opener around. This would be a first for both Johnny and I, but Caleb said he had drank a couple of beers back in California with his buddies there.

"This is for you grandpa," Caleb said holding his beer up for us to clink, and then the countdown ended and the New Year rushed in to replace the old one. We hugged and kissed and whooped it up a bit before settling down and taking another swig of our beer.

We drank to Caleb's grandpa and to the joys of the past year, and the promise of the new year. We were young and we were sure we had the whole world in our hands. Sure there would be some rough spots along the way, but we were certain that in the end we'd win out.

"Ewww...this is awful," I said suddenly deciding that I didn't care much for the taste of beer.

"It grows on ya'," Caleb chuckled, "after three you can't even taste it."

"But all we got is one," I said, "so I guess I'll never know."

I grabbed a handful of pretzels from the stash we'd brought and that helped a bit. Eventually I managed to finish my first beer and I had to admit by then the taste seemed more tolerable.

"Wow, it's 1969 already. Where did 1968 go?" Johnny sighed.

"Yeah, lately it seems like the years are just flying by," I said frowning, "but I guess that's okay. Two more  years and we'll be going away to college and we can be together all the time."

"You guys still going to NSU together?" Caleb asked, then before we could answer he said, "That's so cool. I think I might go there too, since I'll be graduating next year I could go and check things out and let you guys know what it's like."

"Sometimes I forget that you're oldern' us?" I said frowning, "I guess cause we've never gone to school together. What do you think you want to do, I mean for a living?"

"I don't know, maybe run a business or something. I think I'd like to have my own shop and sell stereos and stuff like that."

"Cool, and me and Johnny could be your customers," I said grinning, "I love stuff like that."

We talked about our plans for the future some and I felt a little lost. Johnny knew he wanted to study art and maybe be a teacher, but I wasn't sure yet what I wanted to do. I loved writing but I wasn't sure if I could make a living doing that. Still I supposed I could just take general courses related to that and then decide later. Teaching didn't sound like a bad career choice either, but I didn't want to sound like I was copying Johnny.

Being 15 and inexperienced as I was to drinking, the beer hit me pretty hard, and the others seemed to be feeling it too. We were giggling and playing grab ass pretty soon and that led to other things pretty fast.

Of course the beer went through us pretty fast, and once we'd drained our bladders we stripped down to our underwear and the fun began. Seeing Caleb completely naked I had to admit that he did look older than me or Johnny. His cock, which had always been large, hadn't grown much, but he did have a lot more pubes now. The rest of his body was still smooth though, except for a mop of hair in his arm pits. He wasn't shaving yet, but he did have one of those faint mustaches that boys get just before the facial hair starts to grow in fast.

He was chiseled and solid and his long blond hair and good looks caused a stirring between my legs. He was everything anyone could want in a mate, beauty, strength, sexiness, and a sweet loving personality to boot, and I hoped he would find someone soon. 

"God, you sure have a big one," Johnny giggled, "did you grow since I saw it last?"

"Nope, I don't think so. You like it?" he said swinging his hips causing his hard cock to swing side to side. Below it his bull sized balls swung freely and they looked as if they were full of his tasty boy batter.

"I think we should fuck in the New Year," I giggled, the beer having removed what few inhibitions I may have still had.

"I like that idea," Johnny said enthusiastically, "Who goes first?"

"Hmmm...let's see. How about we play rock, paper, scissors to see who goes first?"

"How will that work?" Caleb said looking interested.

"You'll see, just come over here and throw down. I threw rock, Caleb through paper, and Johnny threw rock too. "Okay, Caleb wins cause paper covers rock, so he gets to fuck one of us, or both of us," I giggled.

"One at a time I hope," Caleb laughed.

"Yeah, your choice." "

Okay, I choose Robert," Caleb said grabbing at my ass.

"Okay, but do you have any lotion or anything? You're pretty big."

"Yeah, in the nightstand," he said pushing me down on the bed, "Johnny grab it will ya'?"

I was surprised at Caleb's obvious lust, but then again it had been a while since we'd last sexed it up. Straddling me he took the lotion from Johnny and slathered up his cock and then I felt something cool against my butthole as he worked some of the lotion into me. He was gentle, but determined, and soon he had two fingers in me stretching me out and getting me ready for his big pecker.

When he worked the third finger in I grunted a little, but it didn't really hurt, I just felt full and when he managed to rub against that place inside me it actually felt really good.

"I'm ready," I said turning my head back to speak. Caleb looked into my eyes and nodded and I felt him shift a bit as he lined up to push inside me.

I shook with excitement as I felt his slick cockhead press into my crack and instinctively pushed back a little. His cock felt hot as he ran it up and down my slick crack just getting me used to it. I wanted it bad and he knew it, but he wasn't about to give it to me till he was ready.

Johnny moved up beside me on the bed and I turned my head to accept his kiss. Meanwhile Caleb had pressed his cockhead against my hole and was pushing slowly against me trying to break the seal.

I'd been fucked plenty of times by the time I was 15 and Caleb entered me rather easily. As the head of his pecker broke through my ass ring I gritted my teeth and waited for him to push on in. He took his time and I felt no pain, just a fullness as he pushed deeper until at last he was buried in my hot tight guts.

He paused for a moment to make sure I had adjusted to his invasion then he pulled back almost all the way before pushing back in again. He moved slowly at first, but as his heat built he began to move faster and faster until he was rocking the bed and causing my head to bang the headboard with each forward thrust.

I guess he must've been getting close to coming, because suddenly he laid down on top of me and snaked his arms under mine and just lay there wiggling around as if he was scratching an itch.

I could feel him deep within me and the feeling of his smooth warm body on mine was a real turn on. I wiggled beneath him, trying to scratch my own itch and managed to rub that place inside me against his hardness.

"Ughhh..." he moaned, "you feel so good," he kissed my neck and then raised up a little on his arms and began moving again, this time slowly, shoving in deep on each forward thrust, and pulling almost all the way out before repeating it over and over again.

"Mmmm...feels so good," I moaned, wishing he could last a bit longer, but I could tell by the way he was panting and grunting that he was close to coming.

"Oh God, he cried out as he suddenly stiffened up and pushed deep inside me. 

I could feel his cock spasming as his cum shot out of his engorge piss slit and then the warmth spread through me as he filled my guts up with his precious seed. I marveled at how good it felt to be joined with such a beautiful boy as this and my heart swelled with love for him.

It wasn't the same kind of love I felt for Johnny, but it was strong. How could you not love someone after sharing such intimacy with them?

"Oh, man...oh man, that was hot," Caleb said finally rolling off as his penis softened at last.

"You're leaking," Johnny observed as I lay still panting, face down on Caleb's bed.

"There's a towel under the bed," Caleb offered. I thought we might need one."

Johnny wiped me clean then handed the towel to Caleb who wiped the cum and lotion off his cock before sitting up.

"Okay, now what?"

"Now we all throw down again."

This time Johnny threw down paper, I threw down rock, and Caleb threw down scissors.

"Ah, rock breaks scissors and paper covers rock, so...looks like I get fucked again," I said grinning.

"Okay, but afterwards I think it's only fair that you get to fuck one of us," Caleb said.

"You volunteering?" I chuckled.

"Sure, if you want," he said shrugging, "I don't mind."

Johnny's favorite position was doggy style, but this time he chose missionary style, face to face, and we kissed the whole time he made love to me. It wasn't fucking like it had been with Caleb, it was making love, and I think we all understood the difference.

Fucking was for fun, making love was serious stuff. Still, when you cared for someone as much as we did for Caleb it was close to the real thing.

When Johnny finished up we kissed until Johnny finally grew soft and slipped out of me. I was really leaking now but as before Johnny wiped me clean. 

"I'm thirsty," Caleb said as he watched us from the side of the bed, "I'll go grab us a can of pop."

While he was gone Johnny and I recuperated, snuggling into each other's arms. When Caleb returned he handed us our pop and for a while we sat side by side on the bed and drank them while talking softly.

"Still want my butt?" Caleb said as he finished his pop, belched, and the crushed the can in his strong hands.

"Yeah," I said lustily, "and I know just how I want you."

Bending him over the bed I moved up behind him and began probing his tight hole with my finger after coating it with lotion. He was tighter than me or Johnny since he didn't get fucked that often, but my pecker wasn't all that thick, although it was a respectable 6" or so now.

When I had him good and ready I slicked up my pecker and lined it up with his hole and pushed. At first there was some resistance, but I felt him pushing back as if he was taking a poop and the head popped in suddenly.

He grunted, but didn't protest and I took that to mean it was okay to go ahead. As I pushed into his squishy hot insides I marveled at how good it felt. Grabbing his hips I pulled him to me and pushed hard until I was buried all the way inside him.

"You okay?" I asked leaning down and nuzzling his neck.

"Fine, go for it."

I was horny and  still a little drunk from the beer and I didn't care if I got off fast or slow as long as I got off. I began to jack rabbit fuck Caleb then as he struggled to keep his position on the bed. I saw Johnny move in and begin stroking Caleb's back and shoulders as if to comfort him, but it didn't slow me down. I pounded him hard and fast, and needless to say I only lasted about five minutes. 

My orgasm was intense and seemed to go on for a long time as my whole body shook in the aftermath of it. I could feel my pecker expanding and contracting in the hot depths of his guts as I pumped out one of the biggest loads I could remember, and when I was spent my legs went weak.

I pulled out and immediately my cum began to seep from Caleb's gaping hole and run down his leg. Johnny was right there with the towel, and after wiping us clean he pulled me into a kiss.

"Well we all got a fuck for the New Year, does that mean we'll be fucking all year?" Johnny joked.

"I sure hope so," Caleb laughed, "I sure hope so."

Spring came but there was no garden to plant because Caleb's grandma had finally decided to sell the farm and move to Pryor. She had become such good friends with my mom and Johnny's mom that she decided she wanted to be close to them. This was good news for all of us, now all we had to do was wait for a buyer for the farm.

By the time school was out for the year the farm still hadn't sold, but in June they finally found a buyer, the same man who had bought Johnny's folks' farm. He was planning on taking down the fences and making the two farms into one big farm and expanding his operation. 

There was some wheeling and dealing, and at first it seemed like they might not be able to come to an agreement, but finally Caleb's grandma had given in and taken a lower price because she said she was ready to move on with her life.

Next, with mom's help they found a nice three bedroom house near the park and Caleb's grandma used the money from the farm to purchase it outright. That way, she said, Caleb would have a home even when she was gone. No one wanted to think about that ever happening, but it was nice to know Caleb had that promise to fall back on.

Of course Caleb had a sizable trust fund in his name, payable to him when he reached 18, and it would more than pay for college and give him a good start on life. The insurance company had set the fund up after settling with them after the death of Caleb's parents.

We helped them move, using Uncle Joe's pickup and the old pickup Caleb's grandpa had owned. Now that Caleb had his license he drove his grandpa's old truck while my dad drove uncle Joe's truck, and me, Johnny, Donnie and Walter helped with the heavy stuff.

There really wasn't all that much to move though. Mostly the household furniture and their personal belongings, because all farm equipment, except for the pickup, were part of the sale.

Since we spent most of the day moving and it was getting late by the time we were finished, we had fish and chicken and all the fixings from a new carryout restaurant called Bill's Fish and Chicken. Even Caleb's grandma agreed that the food was excellent and it soon became one of our favorite places for carryout.

With Caleb now only minutes away, not to mention he had his own wheels now, we saw a lot of him after that and our moms spent a lot of time visiting with his grandma. It was an ideal ending to what had been a real tragedy the previous year, and I guess it taught us that life does go on, and we can make it through if we just hang in there.

Now that Caleb was living in our small sleepy town he became a part of our gang immediately.  Johnny and I had signed up for Driver's Ed that summer and my dad had been taking us out on the back roads and letting us practice, and we felt like we were more than ready for the real deal.

Caleb drove us to the school that first day and picked us up later when we were finished, and then took us outside of town and let us practice driving the old pickup. Since the pickup was a standard shift and the Impala was an automatic, it took time for us to learn to work the clutch and not kill the engine when we took off. 

Each day for the two weeks the class ran Caleb took us to school and then we'd drive outside of town and take turns driving the truck. Needless to say between my dad's help and Caleb's help, by the time the driving part of the course came up we were the most experienced drivers in the class.

We passed with flying colors and the next week we took our driver's test at the Police department using the Impala, and we both passed on our first try. Now that we were licensed drivers we felt a bit older and more important, but until we had a car of our own we had to be satisfied to driving the family car occasionally. Caleb let us drive the pickup any time we wanted, but it wasn't quite as much fun as the car, and we both couldn't wait till we got our own set of wheels.

We were 16 now and on the cusp of manhood and we suddenly found ourselves thinking about the future more and more. There were a lot of changes that summer and one of them was that both Johnny and I took summer jobs.

Up until then the only work I'd ever done besides chores was mowing lawns, but that year I turned my lawns over to Ben and found a job at McCrory's. It was just a part time job, sweeping floors, throwing out the trash, stocking shelves or whatever they asked of me, but they seemed to think I was doing an okay job, and the pay wasn't bad for a kid my age. The only downside was that I had less time to spend with my buddies, but when we did have time to do stuff I had money to treat us to food or the movies. 

Johnny didn't want to be couped up inside all day, he said, and so he found a job helping build fences. It was hard and dirty work, but Johnny seemed to love it and the pay was a lot better than mine. The good thing about Johnny's job was it was Monday through Friday with weekends off while I had to work an occasional Saturday.

Caleb loved radios and TV's and all that kind of stuff even more than I did, and so he kept after the guy who ran Jack's TV and finally convinced him to hire him part time, and he was learning to repair TV's and stuff while getting paid. He was planning on owning his own shop someday and he said this was a great start.

Gerald was a sack boy at the IGA and Donnie was working with Walter on the street crew for the summer. Ben was mowing my old lawns, including Ricky's grandma's and was kept pretty busy. 

Jake and Ronnie remained close friends and spent a lot of time together, and Ronnie had finally had his first sleepover that last winter and now it was a regular thing.

Fred and his girlfriend broke up but it didn't take him long to find another one, and Jake swore that he had gone all the way with this one. We were all pretty excited about that, but a little concerned since there was always the fear of pregnancy with girls. I was pretty sure Fred was smart enough to use protection though, if he was actually fucking his girlfriend, so I didn't worry long.

Having summer jobs sort of put a damper on any major get togethers, but we managed to find time occasionally for a swim at the pool, or a movie at the drive-in which was our favorite place to go now that we could drive.

For the Fourth of July we all piled into Caleb's pickup and he drove us to Salina to watch the fireworks. Afterwards we camped out on the west side of the lake near the water and built a big fire and roasted wieners and marshmallows, and drank beer that Caleb had somehow managed to get.

This was my second time drinking beer and I had to admit this time around it actually tasted pretty good. There was enough for each of us to have three beers and that was enough to get us pretty well toasted. It was just the core group that night, me, Johnny, Donnie, Walter, Gerald and Caleb which was nice because it was an even number.

Gerald and Caleb hooked up pretty quick, but as the night progressed we wound up swapping around anyway. There were no inhibitions among us, and it was pretty much anything goes as we shared our bodies in the light of the campfire. We were older now and our bodies were more mature, but we still felt like kids as we giggled and cut up and had the time of our lives.

The fire was burning low as I stirred and pulled away from the body I was currently snuggled up to, Donnie I think, and as I got to my feet I felt a little dizzy. Staggering to the edge of the lake I grabbed my pecker and began to pee into the dark water.

Behind me I heard the gravel crunch as someone slipped up next to me, and I turned to see Caleb standing there.

"The beer," he mumbled, "goes right through ya'."

"Yeah," I agreed. "It was fun though. Where'd you get the beer anyway?"

"Friend of mine that I met at work. He's got a fake ID and he can get beer or even hard stuff anytime he wants."

"Cool, I guess. I never really thought that much about drinking before. My folks only drink at New Year's and special occasions, but they've never really said much about it to me."

"I'd never drink and drive, but out here...it's cool. I'll sleep it off before we drive back."

We finished peeing and just stood there for a moment looking out at the placid dark water of the lake and thinking our own thoughts. Somewhere I heard a bird cry out and a splash, and then it was quiet again. 

So much had changed in such a short time and I wasn't sure I liked all of the changes, but there was no going back, and I think we both realized it at that moment.

"It's nice out here," Caleb said in a voice so low I could barely hear him.

"Yeah," I said moving a bit closer, so close our hips touched.

Caleb slipped his arm around my waist and I laid my head on his shoulder. He smelled of sex and boy, and despite having come several times already I felt a stirring between my legs.

"Robert, do you ever wish you were a little kid again?" he said after a while.

"You been reading my mind?" I chuckled, "Yeah, sometimes I wish I was 11 again and still going to Washington Elementary."

"That was before you knew me though," he chuckled.

"Yeah, but we still had Roger then," I sighed as the memory of Roger and his sudden departure came back to haunt me.

"That was your friend that moved away, the one you never heard from again?"

"Yeah, weird stuff. Sometimes it really bugs me, you know?"

"Yeah, I can see why. But at least you have Johnny and all your other friends."

"Yeah, I'm lucky in most ways. I'm not complaining," I said raising my head and looking into his eyes, "I thank God for Johnny and all my friends, including you. You're special you know that?"

"I think you're special too, both you and Johnny. I know you two are in love and all, but...I hope I can still be a part of your lives as we get older and move on. I mean we'll all be going to NSU, and I was thinking...well, I know you guys might want your privacy and all, but well...what if we found a place with two bedrooms or something and all roomed together?"

"Well, that's a long way off, but you know that really sounds like a good idea. We could save a lot of money that way and we could hang out and stuff, just like now."

"I mean if you guys want. I know you'd have to talk to Johnny and all..."

"About what?" Johnny said slipping up behind us and walking to the water's edge and letting loose with a stream of hot beer pee."

"Caleb was just saying that when we get to NSU maybe the three of us could find a place and room together."

"That's a great idea," Johnny said shaking off the last few drops and giving his pecker a squeeze, "That way we can save money and have a live in sex slave," he teased.

"A sex slave, I think I'd like that," I giggled, "Someone to do our bidding anytime we wanted. Like, open that mouth boy and let my pecker in."

"Okay, here...now?" Caleb laughed.

"Seriously, I really think that's a good idea," Johnny said, Caleb will have a year under his belt and he can probably find a place, and when we get there we won't have to worry about that."

"Yeah, so...shall we shake on it?" I said feeling very good at the moment.

"Yeah, the three sex-cateers," Johnny giggled.

The three of us clasp hands and shook on it like those guys do before a football play and the deal was sealed. That decision that night would lead to a lasting relationship between the three of us that has endured to this day.

We eventually wandered back to the campsite and lay down near each other and did some snuggling, but nothing really sexual. It seemed so natural and so right, the three of us, and I wondered when things had changed for us. It was if we all sensed it and accepted it, but we weren't talking about it. Was it possible for three guys to love each other and share like a couple did? I guessed we would find out as we went forward, but at that moment everything seemed right with the world and us three.

Johnny's dad just kept getting raises, and bonuses, and one day out of the blue he announced that he was going to buy Johnny a car with the bonus he had received. I felt a little jealous, but I knew I'd reap the rewards as much as Johnny because now we would have our own wheels.

Johnny couldn't decide whether he wanted a car or a pickup truck, and so he finally settled on a Volkswagen Micro-bus. At first I thought he was crazy, but after riding in and driving the peppy little bus I fell in love with it just like Johnny had. Besides being roomy, it was comfortable and fun to drive and really the perfect vehicle for when we went off to college in a couple of years.

I hinted over and over to my parents about needing a car, but they just laughed and reminded me that as long as I had Johnny I had transportation, and there was no way I could deny that.

If I was to have a car, I decided, I'd have to buy it myself, but that wasn't going to happen with the meager earnings from my part time job. I was actually 18 before I got my first car, but that story can wait for a later date.

Now that Johnny had wheels we went places we'd never gone before, and even took overnight trips, including one to Tulsa. We stayed in a campgrounds and slept in the bus and had the time of our life. Unfortunately Caleb couldn't join us that time, but there were plenty of other times that he did.

Because of our jobs we didn't spend quite as much time with Donnie, Gerald, or Walter that summer, but when we did get together we picked right back up where we were and always had fun. Ronnie and Jake were best buddies now and though we didn't see a lot of them we did try to include them in our fun now and then.

Gerald's little buddy Toby had moved away the previous summer, but these days he seemed to be more interested in girls than boys. He dated a girl that lived in his neighborhood for a while, but didn't seem to be interested in getting too serious with her or any girl at the moment. That wasn't to say he didn't still have needs, and he was always eager to get some relief with us guys.

As I said, my Uncle Joe moved just down the street from us and we saw a lot of him after that. My aunt gave birth to a healthy baby girl and they named her Mary. She was a sweet baby and so cute you just wanted to hug her and hold her all day long. Caleb's granny loved that kid and even offered to baby sit if my aunt and uncle ever needed some time to themselves.

Joe Jr. and Mikey continued to grow like weeds, and now that they lived so close to one another they became best buddies. Sometimes I'd come home and find Little Joe at our house, while other times I'd find Mikey missing and know he was at my uncle's house.

My uncle changed jobs and was making a lot more money and he and my aunt bought a new Chrysler station wagon and he sold the '57 Chevy. I couldn't believe he was getting rid of the Chevy, but he said he needed his pickup and the wagon made more sense as the family grew.

If I had had the money I would have bought the '57 Chevy, but some guy from Claremore bought it and I never saw it again. Sometimes I think about that car, and the fun times we had on the farm and I get a little teary eyed, but as they say, life goes on, and change is constant.

Since we would all be returning to school in September we had all agreed to end our summer jobs by the 15th of August so we could have a couple of weeks together to have some fun. 

The Beetle Bus, as we called it, seated 8 comfortably, so we had lots of room for all our buddies when we went places and there was still room for our stuff if we went camping.

That last fling of 1969 we decided to go someplace we'd never been before and campout for a week. We debated for a long time where to go, some wanted to go to Arkansas, some to Missouri, but Johnny and I favored staying within the state so we wouldn't have as far to drive.

We finally settled on Sequoyah State Park which was just a short drive from us and not too far from Tahlequah, Muskogee, and Wagoner. There were plenty of campgrounds, bathrooms, swimming, and even a little store there, and there were places nearby to eat or shop if we needed anything.

We'd pooled our money and bought food and drinks, and we had three huge ice chests in the back of the bus, plus boxes with canned goods, chips, bread, cookies, and other stuff. It was hard to figure out exactly how much stuff we'd need for a whole week, but like I said there were places nearby to shop if we ran out of anything.

My folks were reluctant at first to let us go off alone for a whole week, but Johnny and I worked on them slowly when we came up with the idea, and they finally gave in and even gave me some extra money for the trip. Once my folks were okay with it the other parents fell into line easily just as they always did.

We left for our trip on a Friday afternoon and the weather was perfect. The bus didn't have air, but with all the windows down it was tolerable. Of course the wind noise made it hard to hear each other so our conversations were mostly confined to those nearest us. 

Johnny drove and I sat beside him while Donnie and Walter sat behind us and Gerald and Caleb behind them. In the space behind them was all our gear including a huge tent, a new acquisition from my uncle Joe who bought it at a flea market. The tent was large enough to accommodate all six of us boys and was tall enough that we could stand up in it. It was an old army tent and made of heavy canvas and perfect for six rowdy boys.

We arrived at the camp grounds around four that afternoon and after driving around for a while, checking out different areas, we settled on one that wasn't too overly populated and had good access to bathrooms and showers as well as a nice beach at the lake's edge.

We planned on doing a lot of swimming, but because there would be other campers around we resigned ourselves to having to wear swim trunks or shorts. No skinny dipping this time, unless we did it late at night when everyone was asleep.

It took us about an hour to set up our camp then we decided to take a swim and cool off. The temps had been in the 90's all day and so far it hadn't cooled off any. We were all wearing cutoffs so there was no need to change, and soon we were splashing about in the warm lake water. 

I guess the sun shining on the lake all day had warmed the water up, but for whatever reason except for little pockets of cold water beneath the surface it was like taking a warm bath.

We played grab-ass, and splashed each other, and had swimming contests, all the stuff boys do to show off their skills and soon we were getting hungry. There were grills at each campsite as well as a cement picnic table and soon we had our stuff laid out and were grilling hot dogs. We would have a varied menu over the week, but hot dogs were a staple food of teenage boys, as was bologna.

As we sipped cans of pop and ate our supper we talked about our plans for the night and for the week. One thing we definitely wanted to do was explore as much of the area as possible and we planned on driving to different areas during the day to do that.

That night however we were tired and content to just hang out around the fire and roast marshmallows and talk or tell stories. 

"Too bad Fred and the others couldn't come," Donnie said as he grabbed a marshmallow from the bag and skewered it with his stick.

Fred didn't act very interested, but Jake and Ronnie had begged to go, but Ronnie's mom wouldn't give in and so Jake resigned himself to stay behind as well.

"Probably just as well," I said staring into the fire, "besides we'll see them at the sleepover at Caleb's when we get back.

We had already planned our last sleepover, and it was to be at Caleb's house. We were going to set up the tent in the back yard and camp out, but of course we'd eat his granny's delicious food instead of cooking hot dogs.

"Yeah, that will be fun. After Granny goes to sleep we can go walking around, maybe to the park and have some fun."

"As long as the cops don't see us," Johnny chuckled, "there's a midnight curfew for kids."

"Do they arrest you or what?" I asked curiously.

"Naw, they just haul you home and give you over to your folks. I had that done to me once," Donnie said.

"Well, we're fast and we know all the good shortcuts," Walter offered.

"Yeah, it will be sort of exciting, I guess," I said, feeling a little exhilarated at the thought of outrunning the cops.

When we'd finished the bag of marshmallows we walked up to the bathrooms to take a pee and check things out. These bathrooms were a little different than the ones at Spavinaw, and the shower was at one end and actually had a little changing area with a seat and a single stall at the other end, with a long urinal trough between, and sinks on the opposite wall near the door.

After swimming none of us felt the need for a shower, so after peeing we just walked around for a while waving at a few other campers who were about and checking the area out.

At one campsite a boy about our age was tossing a ball up in the air and catching it and when he saw us he headed our way.

"Hi," he said in a voice that cracked a little when he spoke, making me think he was younger than he looked, or at least a late bloomer.

"Hi," I said taking the lead. I introduced us and found out the boys name was Bill and that he was from Muskogee.

"Wanna' walk with us?" Johnny offered, and after checking with his folks he joined us.

"How old are you guys?" Bill asked after a while, "I'm 15."

"Everyone except Walter is 16, he's 17, but in the same grade as us."

"Oh, that's cool," he said, "so you guys can drive?"

Johnny laughed, "Yeah, that's how we got here...in my VW bus."

"Oh, cool, can I see it...your bus?"

"Sure when we head back that way," Johnny said, "right now we want to see what's down there."

We found a trail that led into a wooded area that followed the lake around, and noted that there were several good fishing spots there as well as some out of way places that might be good for some fooling around. Of course we didn't mention that to our new friend.

When we passed Bill's campsite again no one was outside and we figured they had gone inside the camper so we just walked on toward our campsite. When Bill saw the bus he ran on ahead and was walking around it, his mouth wide open as if it was the most amazing thing he'd ever seen.

"Wow, is this really yours?"

"Yep, my dad bought it for me. Like it?"

"Yeah, it's really neat. I wish I could ride in it."

"Well, if your folks don't care, maybe tomorrow you could come with us when we go exploring the other campsites."

"Really, you mean it?" he asked excitedly, "they won't care. It's just my grandpa and grandma and they just want to sit around all day anyway. It's really boring there."

"Okay, well...come down tomorrow then, but not too early. We'll probly' sleep late and then have lunch before we go."

"Okay, yeah...that sounds good. Can I look inside it?"

"Sure, go ahead climb in and check it out," Johnny said looking amused and proud.

Bill climbed in the driver's seat and looked at the dash and all around and then tried the steering wheel before climbing out and checking out the back of the bus. I could understand his excitement, because I think all of us felt that way about that little Beetle Bus, and it would become a big part of our lives over the next few years.

Eventually Bill said he should get back and we walked him as far as the bathrooms and all took one last pee. We had just got our peckers out and were letting loose when Bill reappeared, saying he had to pee too, and he headed toward the single stall but didn't bother to close the door.

I could hear the pee hitting the toilet and I wondered what Bill was packing, and if there would be an opportunity to find out. We finished up and zipped up about the time Bill reappeared and I swear he was staring at our crotches as he stood there.

"You guys are lucky," he said, his eyes moving up to meet ours, "camping out with just your buds. I wish I could do that sometime."

"Well, we've known each other a long time, most of us, and this is our last time to have some fun before school starts again," I explained.

"Oh, so you all go to school together?" He asked then smiled, "Oh, course you do, you said you was all in the same grade."

"Yeah, just us six guys doin' whatever we want, whenever we want, and no adults to tell us we can't," Johnny said grinning, "We can even get naked if we want,"  he added watching Bill for his reaction.

"OH, yeah," Bill giggled, "do you do that a lot?"

"Every chance we get," Gerald offered, "we're nudists."

"Really?"

"Naw, not really...but we do skinny dip a lot and sometimes we sleep nekkid," Donnie offered.

"Wow, that must be fun, but isn't it embarrassing?"

"Nope, we've seen each other naked so much we don't even think about it, unless we got a hardon..." Johnny giggled.

"I'd die if anyone saw me with...with, well...you know?" Bill said blushing.

"Why? Is your pecker small or something?" Gerald laughed.

"No, I mean...I don't know. I never really compared..."

"Never? Not even in the showers at school?" I asked with interest.

"Well..." he said, then blushed brighter.

"Heck, truth is most guys are curious about that stuff," Johnny offered, "and it ain't no big deal, checking each other out, right guys?"

"Yeah, no big deal," we all agreed.

"I don't know, I'm pretty shy bout' that stuff," Bill said, but I could tell he was curious about where this might lead.

"Well, show us," Gerald said placing his hands on his hips and looking directly at Bill's crotch. Was there a tenting there that hadn't been there earlier?

"I...naw, that's too embarrassing," he stuttered.

"How about if we go first?" Johnny said, excitement in his voice. It was obvious he wanted to see what Bill had as much as I did.

"You...uh, mean it?" Bill said looking excited but unsure of what all this meant.

"Sure, come on guys...zippers down, expose meat," Johnny giggled, and the six of us presented our peckers to Bill.

His mouth hung open as it had when he was inspecting the VW bus, and that bulge in his shorts was now a full fledged tent.

We were in various degrees of hardness when we exposed our pricks, but soon we were all hard and standing proud.

"Oh, wow...you guys are big," he said, his mouth still open and his eyes wide with wonder and obvious excitement.

"Okay, now you show. It's only fair," Johnny insisted.

"Well, I'm not as big as you guys..." he stammered, his eyes glued to our hard peckers.

"Don't matter, a pecker is a pecker," Johnny insisted.

"Come on," I coaxed, "We can't stand here all night with our peckers hanging out, so show it or we're gonna zip up."

"Okay, just don't laugh, okay?"

"We promise," Johnny said, and we all agreed. 

What was the problem here? Was the kid's dick really that small.?

"Okay, here goes," he said blushing deeply, then our eyes were on his crotch as he unzipped and began fumbling with his pecker.

I'm not sure what we all expected, but what we saw was actually pretty nice. Yeah, he wasn't as big as we were, but his 5 inch pecker was fat and hard and looked wet on the end.

He was cut, a rarity among our group, but not so tight that he didn't have a little skin for jacking. I couldn't see his balls, but I did see a few strands of wispy hair protruding from the fly.

He was a good looking boy, with a well proportioned body and dark hair and eyes and at that moment I wanted to slurp up that cock and find out just how good he tasted.

"It's nice," I blurted out, "nothing to be embarrassed about, right guys?"

"Yeah, it looks fine," Donnie said, "not that much smallern' mine."

"Thanks," Bill said looking relieved.

"Well, now that we all got our peckers out, how about we beat the meat?" Johnny said. 

God bless you Johnny, I thought, at least I'll get to see that cock in action and see him spurt.

"Here, together?" Bill asked, sounding horrified.

"Well, yeah...we do it all the time," Johnny said, "we don't get nekkid for nothing you know?"

"I never did it with anyone before..."

"But you jack off, right?" Gerald asked, already working his cock.

"Yeah, but that's private stuff..."

I laughed, "It's more fun when you share," I said boldly peeling back my foreskin to expose my wet dripping cock head.

"Oh, your pecker is different," he said mesmerized by my cock and my foreskin as I worked it for him.

"Yeah, wanna give it a feel?" I offered boldly.

"What?" No, I mean...that's nasty."

I shrugged, a little hurt and a little worried now. What if he ran back to grandma and grandpa and told them we were a bunch of perverts?

"Naw, it's not," Johnny said reaching for my cock and taking over for me, "it's fun."

"Yeah, fun," Donnie said taking Walter's pecker in his hand.

"We help each other out," Gerald said grabbing Caleb's big one.

"OH, well..." Bill said, his eyes following the action and his hand automatically working his cock, proving he liked what he saw.

"So want some help?" I asked looking at Bill and grinning.

He was torn, I could see that, but he was a teenager and horny, and after a second or two of indecision he nodded and moved closer.

Johnny continued to work my cock as I wrapped my hand around Bill's fat one and began to pleasure him. I had experience with both uncut and cut cocks and I knew how to work them just right and Bill was swooning before too long.

"Want to feel something even better?" I hissed, caught up in my lust and dying to taste him.

"Whaaaat?" he stuttered.

"This," I said daring to drop to my knees and take him in my mouth.

"HEY!" he cried out, but his body said he was loving what I was doing, and soon he was thrusting into my hungry mouth and headed toward perhaps the most intense orgasm of his life.

"I think he likes it," Johnny giggled as he moved over to help Walter out, replacing Donnie's hand with his, while Donnie grabbed Johnny's pecker.

I looked up at Bill, his cock in my mouth and smiled, and the look of lust and longing on his face was priceless. Seconds later he thrust into my mouth and began to unload and his knees went weak as he continued to pump out a nice tasty load for me.

He calmed down after awhile, but he didn't push me away, and only after I had licked him clean did I rise to face him. He looked flushed, but happy, still blushing, but he didn't look like he was ready to run or anything.

"I can't believe you did that?" he asked in awe, "Isn't that dirty?"

"No, it's fun and I like how you taste. You gotta nice dick Bill. Don't ever let anyone till you any different."

"Thanks," he said stowing his pecker and zipping up, "I should go. My grandpa will come looking for me..."

"Yeah, we should get back to our tent too. Still wanna go with us tomorrow?" I asked, not sure how what had happened would affect him.

"Oh, sure. Yeah..definitely. I'll ask and let you know tomorrow."

"Okay, that's fine. Well, goodnight. Can I walk with ya' a little ways?" I said, wanting to make sure he was really okay.

"Oh, sure...yeah," he said giving the others a nervous look.

They'd all zipped up by then and were ready to pick up where we left off once we got to the tent.

Outside in the fresh air I placed a hand on Bill's shoulder and felt him tense up for a second before he relaxed, "You okay with what I did? I know it's intense and different, but it's no big deal. It don't mean you are queer or anything. It's just how us boys have fun till we find a girl."

"You guys ain't found a girl yet?"  he asked making me wince.

"Some of us have, but girls don't like sex as much as us boys do, so we take care of each other."

"Oh,  yeah...that makes sense. Yeah, I'm fine with it. You just surprised me, but I liked it just fine. I...I just don't know if I could ever do that...uh, back."

"That's fine too. There are other ways to help a buddy get off."

"Like jacking them off?"

"Yeah, that's fun too."

"Oh, okay.  I could probly' do that."

"Look, Bill you don't have to do anything if you don't want to. I like helping my buddies even if they don't help me back. It's fun for me and I like how it makes them feel. I liked how it made you feel, did you like it as much as I did?"

"OH, yeah. I liked it a lot. It was the best feeling I ever got. Even jacking off don't feel that good."

I chuckled, "Yeah, it's a good feeling all right. Well, I hope you can come with us tomorrow. I like you Bill," I said giving him a one-armed hug.

"Uh, thanks, I like you too, all you guys. I bet I can go. I'll ask first thing in the morning and let you know."

"Okay, well goodnight. I hope you sleep good after that," I chuckled sucking on my finger to demonstrate what I meant.

He blushed but smiled, "Yeah, I bet I do. After I jack off," his smile turning into a grin.

"OH, well...wish I was there to help ya', but maybe tomorrow I can help ya' again," I chuckled.

"Okay, I hope so. Well, good night. See ya' tomorrow."

I watched him till he was at his camper, then turned to join the others who were waiting for me outside the bathroom.

"He okay?" Johnny asked.

"Yeah, he's fine. I think we have a new buddy to mess with," I chuckled.

"I swear everywhere we go we find em'," Johnny laughed, "whole fucking world is full of boys who wanna' get a nut."

"Yeah, and speaking of that, come on lover boy, I need to get fucked."

We sucked, we fucked, we kissed, we rubbed together, sharing our bodies and finally falling asleep in a pile, spent and messy from boy sex. I awoke after a while and managed to find Johnny and snuggle up to him and passed out again, and slept till the heat and my morning pee boner drove me from the tent.

As I stretched outside the tent, not dressed in underwear and cutoffs I breathed in the fresh air and thought back on the night's occurrences. I was smiling as Johnny climbed out to join me and after exchanging greetings we headed to the bathroom.

We were just about ready to zip up when the others wandered in and took a place at the urinal trough. It was crowded and our hips and shoulders touched but we didn't mind.

Johnny and I pulled away at last and waited for the others and as we were leaving we saw Bill headed our way. We waited for him and when he arrived he said he'd been up since the sun came up and already had breakfast, and that he had asked his grandparents, and they said they wanted to meet us first before deciding.

"Let me do the talking," I said as we approached Bill's campsite.

"Okay, but if they ask about who's driving and stuff, I'll have to answer," Johnny added.

"That's fine, you're pretty good at handling old folks too," I chuckled.

Bill's grandpa did all the talking, but there was really no doubt from the moment we met that he wouldn't allow Bill to join us. He was easy going and a funny old guy and we chatted for a long time before we started off, Bill with us.

We ate bologna sandwiches and chips and swigged down pop, and though we offered to share with Bill, he said he wasn't hungry, but did accept a can of pop. After we cleaned up the mess we pulled out the map Johnny had gotten from the chamber of commerce and we planned our day.

Despite being quite shy the night before, Bill was bubbling over and talkative as we drove off that day toward the next closest campsite. When we arrived he proceeded to show us around, saying that he and his grandparents had camped there once before.

We learned that he was staying with his grandparents for the summer while his parents were on vacation in California. I thought that sounded kind of strange, but he added that his dad had just recently married his new mom and it was sort of a honeymoon trip for them.

"So, I bet your dad is having lots of fun with your new mom," Gerald said grinning.

Bill just shrugged, "She's pretty I guess, but not that nice to me."

"Well, maybe she just doesn't know you well enough yet. Just try to be nice to her and I bet she'll be nice back," I offered.

Bill shrugged again, "I guess," he said, then led us off to a spot where he said the fishing was good, forgetting for the moment his step mom.

There wasn't much to see at that campsite so after a while we headed to the next one and that one proved to be a lot more interesting. There was a path that led around the lake's edge and soon we were surrounded by trees and could no longer see the bus or the camp grounds.

"This is pretty private," Gerald said suggestively, "we should have camped over here."

"Then we wouldn't have met Bill," I said slipping an arm around Bill's shoulders. This time he didn't tense up at all and in fact slipped his arm around my waist as if we were old buddies.

"You two done making out?" Johnny teased, "Let's see what's up there," he said pointing toward a grove of trees ahead.

The grove of trees shaded an area about twenty feet square and the trees were so full and lush that very little sunshine got through. Because of that there was only little patches of grass scattered here and there and the area was mostly clear.

"This would be a perfect place to pitch a tent," Johnny said looking around, "but no bathrooms or showers, so we'd have to rough it."

"Maybe sometime we can come back and camp here," I suggested, not anxious to rough it this trip.

"Yeah, maybe...I gotta piss, anyone else?"

We walked to the tree line and circled a huge oak and all seven of us let loose, crossing our streams and soaking the tree trunk. It felt liberating to do such a simple primal thing out in nature, and as to expected, by the time we shook off the last drops we were starting to get hard.

"Damn, I got a boner," Gerald chuckled, "now it won't fit back in my pants."

"I bet I can make it go away," Caleb said grinning.

"Oh yeah, do it then."

Caleb reached over and grabbed Gerald's pecker and began to stroke it and before long all of us were as hard as a stick of wood. I looked at Johnny and he smiled, then at the same time we reached for each other's pecker.

Walter and Donnie followed our lead and that left only Bill without a partner.

"Come over here Bill," I said reaching out my other hand, "I got two hands."

"Oh, okay..." he said blushing, but not wasting any time moving over to where we stood.

With my left hand I took Bill's fat hard pecker in my hand and started working what skin he had up and down. His pecker head was wet and oozing pre-cum and my hand slid easily along it, causing Bill to hum a little in contentment.

"I was thinking," he said so softly I could barely hear him, "about that other stuff. I might like to try it."

At first I didn't understand, then it hit me. Bill wanted to try sucking a dick.

"Well, any of us would be willing, but it's up to you."

"Oh, I was thinking about trying it with you, since you did it to me."

"Well, I'm sure willing, but you don't have to..."

"I want to...to, try it."

"Johnny, what do you think? Want to help the kid out, show him how to do it right?"

"Yeah, watch me Bill, then you can try it." 

Johnny dropped to his knees and I melted when his warm wet mouth swallowed me up. It felt so good I was hoping Bill would change his mind and Johnny could finish me off.

"Okay, now you try it. Remember, wrap your lips around your teeth and don't try to take it all at once or you'll gag. That takes time to learn. Oh, and use your tongue too, that really feels good."

Bill looked a little unsure, but he suddenly dropped to his knees and took my pecker in his hand and pulled the foreskin back and just stared at it for a moment.

Then slowly his tongue came out and he licked the wetness from my piss slit. He processed that taste for a moment and I guess he decided he liked it, because he put his mouth over my cock head and began sucking and licking like a calf after a teat.

I've heard it said since then that there are no bad blowjobs, but I'm not sure I believe that, however for a first timer Bill did extremely well. His small tight wet mouth and snaking tongue felt good on my super sensitive pecker and Johnny was helping the feeling by rubbing around on me.

"I don't know if I want to, you know? Swallow that stuff..." he said coming off my cock and looking up at me apologetically.

"That's okay, just suck till I tell you to stop then jack it like crazy and stand back," I giggled.

He nodded and went back to the task at hand and soon he had me near the edge. 

"Now!" I cried out, but instead of pulling off he clamped down and continued to suck and before I could cry out again I was coming.

He gagged a little, but swallowed down my cum and when he pulled away a strand connected his lips to my cock head. He looked very cute down there, with my jizz oozing out of his mouth, and I pulled him up without thinking and kissed him on the lips, tasting my own flavor there.

He pulled back and looked at me shyly and then wiped his mouth absent-mindedly, "That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Tastes sort of salty, but not bad."

"It gets better the more you do it," Johnny offered, "Now, Robert how about helping me out and showing Bill how good a job you can do?"

"Oh, I already know," Bill laughed, "but I don't mind watchin'."

"Hey, Bill...you want me to suck you while you watch?" Caleb said grinning.

"I, uh...well...if you want to," Bill sputtered.

"I sure do, you're just the right size for sucking. Not too big, not too small."

While Caleb worked on Bill's hard fat cock I gave Johnny one of my famous beejays and it didn't take him long to get off. I gobbled down his tasty seed and then stood and kissed him passionately as he pawed at my butt.

I could feel Bill's eyes on us, and sure enough when I turned around he was staring at Johnny's hands on my butt and I winked and smiled at him, "He likes my butt," I laughed.

"I sure do, especially when my pecker is buried in there," Johnny laughed, causing Bill to blush.

"You, uh...you guys do that stuff too?"

"Oh sure, but that's pretty serious stuff. We don't do it all the time, but when we do, well...we sure do have fun."

"Doesn't it hurt?" Bill asked, sounding interested.

"At first it can hurt," I offered, "but once you get used to it it actually feels good. In fact sometimes it feels so good I come just from Johnny pounding me. There's this thing inside your butt and when a pecker or a finger rubs it it feels really good, almost like rubbing your pecker."

"Really?" 

"Yeah, but not everyone likes that stuff."

"I might, I don't know," Bill confessed, then he tensed up and moaned softly as Caleb brought him to an intense orgasm, "Oh...shit, that was good. Thanks," he said pulling away. 

His pecker head glistened with spit and a pearly drop of liquid oozed out of his piss slit. Before he could react Caleb darted out his tongue and lapped it up causing Bill to giggle.

"You taste good dude," Caleb said standing at last.

"Thanks, I uh...well, you want me to...um, do you now?"

"I ain't never gonna turn down a blow job," Caleb laughed, "if you want it, it's yours," Caleb said thrusting his hard pecker Bill's way.

Bill gulped when he saw the size of it, but he was determined to make the best of it and dropping to his knees he took it in his hand and began licking it up and down, surprising all of us.

Where did he learn that? I wondered, Was he as innocent as he claimed, or was there some things he'd forgot to mention?

"Oh, that's nice," Caleb said reaching down to run his fingers through Bill's hair, "Lick my nuts," he moaned.

I thought that might be too much to ask of Bill if he was really new to all this, but to my surprise he lifted Caleb's bag and began tongue bathing his hangers almost hungrily.

"Man, this kid is good," Caleb moaned.

"Thanks," Bill said sounding happy.

Eventually he took Caleb in his mouth and though he didn't deep throat it, he did get about 5" of it in his mouth. He worked at it enthusiastically and before long Caleb was panting and thrusting.

"I'm coming, better pull off now if you don't want a mouthful," Caleb warned, but Bill didn't let up for a second and this time he didn't gag as he swallowed down his second load of boy batter.

"Oh...my God," Caleb panted, that was so good. Kid, you're a natural. If you don't have buddies back home that you mess around with, you should look around and find some. You will be very popular."

I laughed, "Well, how about it Bill. Anyone back home you'd like to try that on?"

He blushed as he stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "Maybe."

"Well, I'm glad we could help ya' out. Now then, who else needs to get off?"

Walter and Donnie had taken care of each other as they watched Bill's indoctrination into sucking, so Gerald was the only one left who hadn't come.

"Me, Me!" Gerald said raising his hand and dancing around like he needed to pee.

"Well, get over here. We'll all help ya'," I laughed.

We took turns sucking Gerald while the other two felt him up and I wound up with his load, but I shared it with him and Johnny with a kiss. Bill looked expectantly at me and I offered him a kiss as well and he eagerly accepted.

"I never thought about kissing a boy before," he confessed as we walked back to the bus, "it seems weird, but I like it. I could never do that with any of my friends though. They'd call me queer for sure."

"Yeah, it's not for everyone," I admitted, "but if you really like someone it just comes natural I  guess."

"Yeah, I see that. You guys are lucky. You like each other and you don't worry about that stuff none. You can just do what you want and have fun."

"Yeah, we're pretty lucky," Johnny said, "too bad you don't live in Pryor, you could be part of our group."

We explored a few other campsites, but eventually we got hungry and went back to our campsite to fix some lunch.

We didn't want to build a fire so we had tuna salad sandwiches. I made them using canned tuna, sandwich spread, onions, and tomatoes, and everyone seemed to like them. Mom had taught me how to make a few simple things like that when I was younger and I'd discovered I liked cooking and was learning more from her as I got older. It would all come in very handy when Johnny and I moved away to college and even to this day I do most of the cooking at our house.

This time Bill did eat with us, and he seemed to be as comfortable with us now as we were with one another. He told us about his cousin Roger and I was reminded of our own Roger, but the two didn't seem to be anything alike. 

"Roger is 16 and he can drive, but he don't got a car yet. He drives his dad's pickup sometimes and he took me fishing a couple of times."

"Did you camp out?" I asked, wondering if Roger was where Bill had gotten his sexual experience, that is if he had any.

"Naw, but we stayed till dark one time and it was pretty cool. He's got a girlfriend and he was tellin' bout how they fucked and stuff."

"Really?" Johnny said sounding interested, "I've fucked a girl. It was okay."

"You have?" Bill asked, "Wow, that's neat. Was she pretty?"

"I guess, but she was a slut. She'd let any boy who wanted fuck her."

"Man, wish I'd been there," Bill said rubbing his crotch.

"She'd of let ya', that's for sure."

"Did you fuck her too Robert?"

"Naw, not her. I did mess with a different girl, but I just licked her pussy and cornholed her."

"Oh man...you fucked her in the butt?"

"Yup, she was saving her pussy for the boy of her dreams," I laughed, "but she sure did like sex."

"OH man...I'm gonna have to go to the bathroom and take care of something," Bill moaned and we all laughed.

"Did your cousin show you his dick?" Johnny asked suddenly.

"What? Well...I mean we uh...we peed together and I saw it. It was big and hairy."

"Was it hard?"

"Uh, not at first..."

"But it got hard when you played with it, right?" Johnny joked.

"What?" No, I..." Bill sighed, "Yeah."

I knew it, the kid had handled a pecker before.

"Did you jack him off?"

"Yeah, but he didn't do me. He said that was queer."

"That makes no sense," I said shaking my head, "he let you do him, so why isn't that queer too?"

"I dunno, maybe cause he's older."

"That's crazy, I hate guys like that. They just want someone to get them off then they treat you like you're dirt."

"Well, it wasn't that bad. He didn't treat me mean or anything."

"Did you ever do it again?"

"Yeah, in his dad's truck one time at my grandpa's house. That time he said it was okay if I jacked off too, so I did after I did him."

"Well, he's getting better I guess," I laughed, "Maybe next time he'll help you out."

"Maybe," Bill said looking thoughtful.

"You know what might help?" I said grinning, "If maybe you offered him a blow job if he'd jerk you off."

"Huh," Bill said blushing, "I don't know. Do you think he would?"

"I think most guys would do just about anything for a blow job," I said.

"Yeah, maybe," he said grinning.

"So you need to practice a lot before you see him again," Johnny offered, "maybe tonight you could ask your grand folks if you could sleep down here with  us."

"Really? Okay, I'll ask," he said excitedly.

We finished our lunch and Bill checked in with his grandma, but his grandpa had driven into town to get some beer. She said she'd ask his grandpa about him sleeping with us, but that she didn't see why not.

We packed up in the bus and we were off again, but this time we decided to drive into town and do some shopping. There wasn't much there to choose from, but we found this little shop that had all sorts of stuff, everything from fishing stuff and bait to groceries, and we spent about an hour looking around.

We bought a few things in the grocery part and Caleb bought a blow up raft for the lake. We grabbed a cold bottle of pop and paid for our stuff then piled back in the bus and decided to drive around the town and see what we could see.

We found a little park near a creek and piled out and sat in the shade and talked for a while as we finished our pop. Bill jumped up after a while and headed toward the creek, and by the time we joined him he had his shoes and socks off and was wading the little creek.

The water was clear and cold and there were little fish swimming around in it, but the water was only a few feet deep at it's deepest part. It was a nice place, quiet, and the air was cooler here. I could imagine kids hanging out here during the summer and having all kinds of fun, but that day there was no one there but us.

There was a covered shelter with cookers and cement picnic tables and after wading for a while we headed over there and sat on a table.

"I like this place. I wish we had a place like this in Pryor," Johnny said.

"Yeah, well...the big park is kind of nice," I offered.

"Yeah, but the creek is dirty and too small," Johnny said frowning, "and the pond is even worse. I don't see how the ducks stand to live in it."

About that time a car pulled into the little gravel lot and as we watched two teenage boys piled out of the front and a younger boy emerged from the back seat. The three boys wasted no time heading to the creek, and I noticed they were all three barefooted. The were splashing each other and laughing loudly as if they were having the time of their lives and I smiled.

"Looks like we're not the only ones who like this place," I chuckled.

"Yeah, I wonder if they're brothers?" Caleb asked, "they sorta look alike."

"Well, maybe the two are, but that one older boy has black hair and theirs is brown," I observed.

"Yeah, probably just friends and the younger one is that one kid's brother," Donnie suggested.

"Let's go over and say hi," I said hopping down.

No one said anything but they followed me, and when we got to the creek they let me do the talking.

"Hi," I said giving them my best smile, "you guys from around here?"

"Yeah, the dark haired kid said, "I never seen you guys before, so you must be visitin'," he said giving us a once over.

"Yeah, I'm Robert, that's Johnny, Donnie, Caleb, Walter, Gerald, and this is our friend Bill. We  just met him yesterday at our campsite by the lake."

"I'm Brad, that's Mike and his little piss ant brother John," he laughed ruffling the younger boy's hair. It wasn't said in a mean way, and I picked up right away that the two were friends despite their age difference.

"I'm not a piss ant, I'm just small for my age. I'm 13 for gosh sakes," John said giving us a wry smile.

"Yeah, and I bet you got your short hairs too," Brad laughed.

"You should know," Mike snorted, causing me to wonder if the three messed around.

"Shut up," Brad said beneath his breath, "So you guys are camping out in that VW Bus?"

"Well, we have a tent, but my bus is neat and we can haul all our stuff," Johnny said.

"So, it's yours? That's cool. That's my old Ford, it was my uncle's and he got a new one and gave it to me."

"Hey, anything is good, right?" Johnny offered, "It's just nice not having to ride a bike everywhere I go."

"Yeah," Brad chuckled, "hard to attract girls on a bike."

"Yeah, hard to take them to the drive-in," Donnie laughed.

"Yeah, the drive-in is good, you can make out in the front seat and get hot and heavy and no one knows what's going on till the glass gets all fogged up," Brad laughed.

My dick was getting hard from all the sex talk, even if I didn't think of girls that way, well not much anyway, but thinking of Brad doing that was making me horny.

"How old are you guys?" I asked, "I mean I know John is 13..."

"I'm almost 18," Brad said, "One more year of school then I'm out of this loser town."

"I'm 15," Mike said surprising all of us, he looked older and was a little taller than Johnny.

"Hey, I'm 15 too," Bill said grinning.

"Cool, where you from?"

"Muskogee, well near there. I'm staying on my grandpa's farm for the summer."

"So, you're camping out too?"

"Yeah," Bill said and then he and Mike wandered off down the creek and began laughing and cutting up as if they had known each other forever.

Brad laughed at the two and shook his head, "Kids, always lookin' for new friends."

"Yeah, we're sort of like that too," I said defensively.

"Nothin wrong with that, but I don't want to make any new friends since I'm gonna be leaving this jerk town soon."

"How long have you known Mike?"

"Hmmm..forever really. I remember when this squirt was in diapers," he said grabbing John and picking him up and giving him a  noogie.

"Stop it jerk," John said, but he was giggling, and it was obvious he liked the attention, "I'm gonna miss these two," John sighed, "but I want to go places and see things, you know?"

"I get that," I said nodding, "Johnny and I are going to go to NSU when we graduate high school, but I'd like to travel when we get a chance."

"So, you two are best friends or something?" Brad asked looking us over and looking thoughtful.

"Yeah, like you and John, we've known each other forever," I quickly added.

Brad nodded, "I bet you guys have had some fun over the years," he chuckled, "I know me and Mike have."

"Hey, what about me?" John protested.

"You too squirt," he said pulling the boy to him and ruffling his hair again. 

I was touched by how affectionate Brad was with the boy, and I wondered again if these three messed around. Maybe it was just Mike and Brad, but John sure was cute, and it would be hard to resist his charms if he wanted to be included.

"Well, we should head back," Johnny said after a while.

"Yeah, I guess," I agreed reluctantly, then yelling at Bill I watched as he and Mike started back our way. Was that a tent in their shorts?

The three followed us to the Bus and looked it over and they seemed to be as impressed as we were with the little VW bus. We said our goodbyes after a while and they waved as we drove off.

Beside me Johnny gave me a smile and a wink, "You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?"

"Maybe," I said grinning, "pretty close, aren't they?"

"Very," Caleb said leaning forward and butting in, "I bet they at least jack off together...all three of em'."

"That's hot," I laughed, "too bad we couldn't stick around and find out."

"Well, we got Bill to molest, ain't that enough?" Johnny teased.

"Hey, I'm right here. I can hear you guys," Bill laughed.

"Oh, sorry. It's not molesting if you're willing, right?" I said soothingly.

"Yeah, but you can molest me if you want," Bill laughed.

"OH, well...we can do that too, right guys?" I said looking back at the others.

"Yeah, we'll tag team him tonight," Donnie said slapping him on the back.

"The drive back was pleasant and by the time we arrived Bill's grandpa was back and was half lit. He said he didn't care if Bill spent the night with us but that they were leaving the next day around noon and to be back by then.

We were disappointed that he would be leaving so soon, but happy that he would be spending the night. He was a cute boy and sexy as hell, and I think we were all looking forward to sharing him tonight. Maybe I'd even let him fuck me, I thought with a devilish smile, which did not go unnoticed by Johnny.

"You gonna' let him fuck ya' tonight?" he said reading me as only he could.

"Would you mind?"

"Heck no, It'd be fun to watch, as long as I'm next."

"Okay, if he wants to. I mean I don't even know if he wants that."

"Trust me, every boy wants to fuck something, and your ass is sweet as any cunt." he laughed.

"Thanks, I guess," I said shoving him playfully.

"Fight!" Gerald teased, and pretty soon it was a free for all as we wrestled around on the soft grass near our tent.

That night we grilled hot dogs and even opened a can of chili and had chili dogs with cheese and onions. They were so good we each at three, and we used up all our wieners that night. We went through two bags of Freetos too, but we had plenty of other chips in the back of the bus.

We drank cans of pop and sat around the fire we'd built and talked while we let our dinner digest. Donnie grabbed a bag of marshmallows, but we were too full to eat more than one or two.

"I wish we had us some beer," Donnie said as he blew on a mostly burnt marshmallow.

"Yeah, I drank some of my grandpa's beer one time and I got drunk," Bill laughed.

"Really, did you like it?" Johnny asked, "I stole some of my dad's one time, but I didn't get drunk. I only had one can."

"I had three," Bill said and I was really drunk, "My grandparents were asleep or I'd probly' have got into big trouble. I went outside and wandered around on the farm till I got sleepy then went to bed and slept a long time," he added laughing, "but I did have a headache when I got up."

"I been drunk before," Caleb offered, "I really didn't like it that much. I don't like feeling all...dizzy and stuff," he added making a face, "but I guess some guys like that."

"I want to get drunk," from Gerald, "I know my step brother has drunk beer before and in juvy he smoked pot. He told me all the guys in there smoked the stuff."

"Wow, what's that like I wonder?" Bill asked.

"He says it's pretty cool how it makes you feel all mellow and stuff. And happy", he said all those guys were happy when they were smoking pot."

"I heard out in California everyone smokes pot," Bill said.

"I'm from California," Caleb offered, "not everyone, but a lot of people, especially the hippies, smoke it."

"Yeah, what's California like?" Bill asked, sounding impressed.

So Caleb told him what his life was like in California and we all listened as if we were hearing it for the first time. Some of it was new, but most of us had heard the story before.

"I'm going to California some day," Bill declared, "and I might not ever come back here."

"It's not so bad here," Caleb said looking around at us, "I have more friends here than I ever had back in California, and I have a lot of fun here."

"Yeah, I guess, but I've lived here all my life and I want to see new places."

"I think we all want that," I said, "but I'm not sure I want to live anywhere else." I looked over at Johnny who smiled. We'd talked about this before and both agreed that once we got our wanderlust over, we'd probably settle in Oklahoma somewhere.

"I'll probably be here the rest of my life," Donnie sighed, "unless I join the Army or somethin'."

"That's one way to see other places," Walter said, "your brother is in the Army, right?"

"Yeah, he's in Kentucky right now, but he's been a lot of places, but never California."

"You should join the Navy then," Walter suggested, "you're bound to wind up on one coast or the other."

"Yeah, I might," Donnie said looking into the fire and nodding, "I gotta go pee, come with me Walter," he said locking eyes with his older friend.

When they were gone Bill looked at me and smiled nervously, "Are they okay?"

"Yeah, they're really good friends and sometimes they like to be alone, sort of like me and Johnny."

"Oh, yeah," Bill said blushing, "I hope I'm not messing things up for you guys..."

"What?" No," Johnny said shaking his head, "We invited you cause we wanted to molest you," he laughed, "new meat, right guys?"

We all laughed and Bill relaxed some. "I wish I had friends like you back home."

"There aren't any other guys like us," I teased, "we're special."

"Yeah, you are," Bill agreed with such affection in his voice that I felt the need to reach over and pat him on the leg.

Walter and Donnie returned after a while and they were laughing and cutting up as they approached.

"Everything come out okay?" Gerald giggled.

"Yeah, but we saved some for you," Walter teased.

"Oh, well...I thought we were giving it all to Bill tonight."

"There's plenty to go around," Donnie offered.

By the time it was dark the fire had died down some and we didn't build it back up. We decided to take a walk and headed toward the path that ran around the lake.

Johnny had the big 4 D cell flashlight and we all filed in behind him and followed as he led us off on an adventure. I was behind Johnny, Bill next, then Donnie and Walter, and lastly Gerald and Caleb.

The path was level and well traveled and the brush was beat back enough that the going was easy. To our right was the lake and the bank was maybe 10 feet wide at most points, but at others it came within a few feet of the water.

We could hear crickets chirping, frogs croaking, and the occasional bird fluttering in the trees, but other than the sounds of nature it was quiet here. No man made sounds penetrated this private wonderland, and for a while none of of spoke.

I could smell Johnny's musky boy odor as we walked along and was reminded that other than swimming in the lake, none of us had bathed since our arrival. I made a mental note to suggest that we all shower before we settled into the tent for our "orgy". For obvious reasons I needed to be as clean back there as I could be and I was sure some of the others might as well.

We eventually came to a dead end of sorts, though it looked like there was a less traveled trail leading into a dense section of foliage. Here the lake was about twenty feet away and a little trail ran downhill to what looked like a popular fishing spot, however that late at night it was unoccupied.

"We should come back tomorrow and try our luck fishing," Donnie suggested.

"Yeah, maybe. Too bad Bill won't still be here," I said shrugging.

"I don't know why we're leaving so soon," Bill groused, "we usually stay all week."

"Maybe they're just moving to another campsite."

"Hey, maybe...I'll find out, and if they are maybe you guys can move there too."

"Yeah, we wouldn't mind," Johnny said as we all gathered around Bill.

"I gotta piss," Johnny said, walking over to the side of the trail and unzipping. 

Soon we all joined him and we lined up and let our piss run down the little incline that led to the lake. After we were finished peeing no one seemed to be in a hurry to put away their peckers and soon we were starting to get hard.

"We should jack off and then later we'd last longer," Gerald suggested.

"I don't know, I hate wasting my sperm," Johnny laughed.

"Well, we could suck each other off then," Gerald countered.

"Naw, let's wait," Caleb said finally zipping up, "I can go a bunch of times and I bet all of you can too. But first I want a shower."

"I was thinking that too," I said, glad that Caleb had brought it up.

"Yeah, we all need one," Johnny said, taking charge as usual.

"All at once?" Gerald joked.

"As many as will fit," Johnny replied seriously, "that shower will hold three or four kids our size."

I could tell Bill was a little nervous about showering with us guys, so I suggested he shower with me and Johnny since he seemed to be most comfortable with us and he seemed relieved.

Although I'd seen him mostly naked, this was the first time I'd seen him in the all together and I couldn't help from checking him out. He was lean, but not skinny, with a cute butt and was so white it was almost funny, a sharp contrast to the rest of his summer tanned body. His feet were small for a kid his age, but they looked wider than mine or Johnny's, and I wondered if he went barefoot a lot. I'd heard that going barefoot would make your feet get wider, but I didn't know if that was true or not.

His pecker was soft when we started and his balls seemed to be hiding beneath it as if they were afraid to be seen. Speaking of his nuts, they were hairless and hung loose, but not very big, and I figured that was why he didn't come as much as me and Johnny.

As we soaped under the warmish spray I noticed Bill was checking us out as thoroughly as I had been checking him out. I knew all boys were curious, comparing their bodies to other boys and such, but when Bill's dick began to rise I knew it was more than that.

I smiled at him and he blushed, but I was sporting a bit of a hardon by then so he certainly had no need to be embarrassed. And speaking of hardons, Johnny was fully hard by then and I just couldn't resist reaching over and giving it a squeeze.

"I'll give you an hour to stop that," Johnny moaned.

"Don't want to waste it," I said pulling my hand back and licking it comically, "Mmmmm...you taste good."

"I know, so do you, we all do," Johnny said, "who would have thought that someday I'd be saying something like that?" he chuckled.

"I always thought it would be nasty," Bill offered, "but I liked my own, so I thought maybe all boys tasted like that."

"Actually every boy tastes a little different," I said thinking about all the dicks I'd tasted in my short life, "but so far it's all been good."

"You tasted a lot?"

"Yeah, a lot for someone my age," I said thinking some more about that, "I guess I'm not like most boys."

"Are you...you know...queer?" Bill said, then his hand went to his mouth and his eyes darted back and forth between us, no doubt wondering which one of us would wallop him first.

Johnny started to speak but I put my and across his chest and stopped him.

"Yeah, I reckon if anyone was ever queer, I'm that person for sure."

"Ain't nothin' bad," Bill said, relaxing a little, "I'm sorry I said that. Ain't none of my business anyways."

"I don't feel no different than you or anyone else in other ways, I just know that I like boys way moren' girls and I guess that means I'm queer," I said examining my feelings for the hundredth time.

"But you was with a girl..."

"She looked more like a boy than a girl, cept' she had a pussy and no pecker," I said grinning at the absurdity of the whole thing, "and she had to show me what to do to make her feel good."

"Well...still don't' make no never mind to me," Bill said smiling shyly, "You're a nice boy, you all are, and I like you."

"Thanks we like you too," I said slipping an arm around his waist. 

His pecker was fully hard now and I looked down and laughed, "Looks like you like us a lot," I teased.

Bill blushed, but didn't speak. His devilish smile said it all.

The others showered next, two at a time, and we hadn't been back at the tent long before they showed up looking some cleaner. It was still hot out though and we'd be sweating some, but at least our asses were clean and we didn't stink.

It was still early, well early for us wild teenage boys, so we decided to sit around outside on the picnic table and play some cards. Since there were so many of us we split up into three teams and played some poker at first. Bill with us, Walter and Donnie, and Gerald and Caleb.

Poker is no fun unless you are playing for something, so we decided to make things interesting by playing for sexual favors. I started the ante.

"I bet one blowjob," I giggled.

"I see your blowjob," Caleb said looking at his cards and giving Gerald a wink.

"Hmmm..." Walter said, then he whispered something in Donnie's ear and Donnie nodded, "We see your blowjob and raise you a foot rub."

We all giggled at that, how creative, I thought. After all there were only so many sexual favors we could play for.

We  showed our hands and I'll be damned if Donnie and Walter didn't win.

"Wait, how does this work?" Gerald said, "Who gives the blowjob and the foot rub?"

"Hmm...lowest hand I guess," Caleb suggested.

"I was afraid you'd say that," I moaned since we had the lowest hand.

"We need to think up some more rules," Johnny said.

"Okay, how about the winner gets to choose who does what, but he has to say it as soon as they win."

"Okay, that works, so Donnie and Walter who do you want for your sex slave?" I said grinning.

"Hmmm..." Walter said looking at Donnie, "how about Bill for the blowjob and Robert for the foot rub."

"That okay Bill?" I asked, making sure he was really okay with things.

"Yeah, that's fine, but do I have to do both or just one of them?"

"Walter?" I asked turning to the two winners.

"Naw, one gets the blow job and one gets the foot rub."

"Okay, so that's the first hand, now if you guys win again, this may get interesting."

No danger of that though, cause my team won next hand and we'd bet a ball licking, and Gerald had raised us a butt licking, and Caleb had folded.

"Well, one of us gets our balls licked and one gets his butt licked, but the other is shit out of luck," I teased.

"Naw, we'll do all three of ya'," Gerald said, "fair is fair, right Caleb?"

"Yeah, I guess Gerald likes licking asses," he teased.

"Well, then you can lick nuts," Gerald giggled.

Next hand Donnie and Gerald won, and the stakes were high for this one. I'd opened with a piece of my ass, and Caleb had matched it with a piece of his, and raised it a nipple sucking. Walter and Donnie were laughing so hard they could hardly bet, but they raised it again, adding a toe sucking and we all fell apart with laughter.

It was close, but Gerald and Caleb won the hand, and by then we were all so horny we decided to go inside and start collecting our winnings. We peed first behind a tree in the shadows then grabbed a can of pop and went inside the tent and closed the flaps. 

As soon as we were inside everyone except Bill started undressing out of habit, but he soon followed our lead. I noticed the others looking him over and he blushed, but at least he didn't try to cover himself.

Despite the betting and who won what, we didn't really stick to any of that. I mean all those things were done, but we all shared our bodies in so many ways I couldn't keep count.

I think maybe the most memorable event was when we all tag teamed Bill. That poor boy had someone rubbing or sucking or licking every inch of  his body and he came twice before we were done with him.

I hadn't forgotten my plan to let Bill fuck me and after he'd rested and we'd all peed and drank another can of pop I approached him about it. He blushed bright red, but the grin on his face said he was eager to find out what it felt like to plant his pecker in a nice warm hole.

Up till then all the fucking had been done by the others, but I'd been saving myself for Bill and Johnny. The others sort of figured out what was going on and when they saw us heading toward our spot in the tent they were all sporting boners.

"Way to go Bill," Gerald hooted as we started preparing ourselves for the fuck.

Bill blushed even brighter, but the look of sheer excitement on his face said he could handle a little teasing in exchange for losing his virginity.

Johnny helped us out too, and I think that sort of surprised Bill, but he didn't seem to mind, and when Johnny offered to wet his pecker with his mouth, he was all for it.

Between Johnny's spit and mine we managed to get both of us slicked up enough for Bill's entry and as he sank in he made a sort of hissing sound, then when he bottomed out he grunted and closed his eyes.

"It feels so tight and so hot," he mumbled.

"Yeah, it's so much tighter than a pussy," Johnny assured him.

"Really?" Bill asked, but I don't think he really cared about pussy at the moment, he was too lost in his first ass fuck.

"You can go as fast as you want and as hard as you want," I said pulling my legs higher to allow him to go a little deeper.

He moaned when he slipped in a little deeper, then nodded and began moving. At first he just sort of rocked in and out, not really pulling out very far, then as his heat grew and the feeling built he began to move faster and use longer strokes.

His eyes were glassed over and I chuckled, causing him to blush again. I pulled him down and kissed him and then whispered in his ear, "You're doing great. You're a real stud."

He smiled and gave me a little kiss on the lips before pulling up and going back at it. This was his first fuck and I didn't expect him to last long, but he surprised me and lasted a good ten minutes. He seemed to be pacing himself, and toward the end his strokes became shorter again and when he finally came he fell down on top of me and just gyrated his hips until the exquisite feeling subsided.

"Wow, that was good," he finally said. We were both sticky with sweat and beads of it ran down Bill's cute face and dripped onto my neck.

I pulled him up and kissed him again, feeling very affectionate at the moment. After all I had just taken his virginity, well sort of, and that was something very special for a boy.

"Okay, okay, my turn," Johnny chuckled tapping Bill on the shoulder.

"Oh, okay," Bill said moving over. His dick had shriveled up and fallen out of my sticky butt and he rolled onto his side and was watching us with interest.

"Don't even need any lube," Johnny said, "you got him all opened up and slick with your sperm. "Watch this, I'll show you how to fuck like a bunny," he teased.

I don't know if Johnny was trying to prove something to Bill or to the others, but he took possession of me then and fucked me with an intensity that could only result in one thing, my coming hands free.

Johnny had been going at it about ten minutes when the feeling grew even more intense, and crying out I began to squirt, and I think I came harder and more than I ever had at that moment.

Of course as I came my ass clenched and that pushed Johnny over the edge, and soon he was spurting inside me as my own geyser continued. Okay, okay...maybe I'm exaggerating, but I did come enough to wet both our stomachs and chest. Mixed with our sweat we were quite sticky when Johnny finally pulled out.

"Man, I need another shower," Johnny proclaimed.

"Or..." I said grinning, "we could do a little late night skinny dipping."

"Yeah, let's do it," Gerald said enthusiastically, and soon everyone was voicing their approval.

To make sure the coast was clear Donnie slipped on his shorts and went to check things out, and when he came back he was all smiles.

"There's no one awake anywhere in camp...and it's dark as pitch out there. No one could tell we were naked even if they saw us."

We were out the tent door and on the way to the lake, and Donnie was right behind us once he's shucked his shorts.

The water was surprisingly warm considering it was early morning, but there were pockets of cold water that we swam into on occasion giving us shivers. We splashed and played grab ass for a while, but eventually we settled down and just floated as we talked quietly about our lives and what lay ahead for us.

It was a quiet reflective time for us and I remember thinking just how much I liked this crazy bunch of guys and I couldn't help but smile. Even Bill, who was a newcomer didn't escape my affectionate musings. He was a swell kid and I would have liked to get to know him better, but that was unlikely considering we lived in different towns. Little did I know our paths would cross again a few years later and he would become a part of our lives for a while.

Eventually we grew sleepy and climbed out of the lake and headed back to the tent. Our towels were hanging on a close line we'd strung between two trees, so we used them to dry off, then hung them back up and climbed into the tent.

We were all dog tired and by the time we claimed our places on the pallet we were half asleep. Bill laid down on the back side of me near the tent wall and of course Johnny was snuggled up to me on the other side.

I awoke sometime later to something warm pressed against my crotch and discovered I was hard. That something warm was Bill's soft smooth ass, and my pecker was pressed into the crack of it giving me a warm tingly feeling.

"You can...you know," Bill whispered as he pushed back causing my pecker to press against his tacky hole.

"You sure, it might hurt," I said knowing from experience what the first time was like.

"I...I want to...if you do."

"Sure I do, but I don't want to hurt you."

"He wantin' to be fucked?" Johnny said softly from behind me, "I'll help if he does."

That was good news since I didn't want to do anything without Johnny's approval. So Johnny crawled over to where Bill lay and slicked my dick up with spit, then worked his spit covered fingers into Bill.

"OH man he's tight," Johnny giggled, "but I think you can do it if you take it slow."

"I'll be careful," I said shaking a little with excitement.

When Johnny proclaimed that Bill was as ready as he could get him he moved out of the way and I positioned us on our sides. That way Bill would have some control and if it got to bad he could pull away.

I started by just rubbing my slick cock on his hole to get him used to it, then I began to push against him slowly, hoping for the best. At first Bill sort of tensed up, but after some coaxing on my and Johnny's part he managed to relax a little and the head slipped in just  a bit.

"Oh, that's tight," I gasped, "you okay?"

"Yeah, it don't hurt none, just feels weird that's all."

I took it slow, but I could tell it was a little uncomfortable for him, even though he never once protested. Johnny moved around in front of Bill after awhile and began sucking his limp dick till it was hard, and that took his mind off of any discomfort he was feeling behind. In fact I think he was actually starting to enjoy the whole experience.

I didn't last long, after all Bill was a virgin and tight, and that was a real turn on for me. When I came I saw stars and Bill was right behind me.

"Oh my God," Bill gasped, "that was so good. I never knew it could feel good to have that done."

"Why do you think so many boys do it?" Johnny laughed.

"Well, to be honest, I think a lot of em' do it because they think they have to or they won't get to do the fucking," Caleb jumped in.

"Yeah, it works best if both boys like it," Donnie said, stretching his long lean body and scratching his balls.

He looked so sexy laying there, and even though I had just come, I felt my cock starting to rise. I had a special love for Donnie, maybe almost as strong as my love for Johnny, and again I wondered, if there had been no Johnny, would Donnie and I have become a couple?

"You guys gonna fuck some more or can we go back to sleep now? Gerald  whined.

I threw a sock at him and he giggled, "Okay, okay...but if you're gonna fuck some more I need to get in on it."

"I'll take care of you," Caleb said grabbing at his hardon.

"Okay, but I'm too tired to fuck, suck me off instead."

While Gerald and Caleb pleasured each other, I coaxed Bill up and we dressed in shorts and went off to the bathroom to clean up some. Of course Johnny came along too, and after we'd finished we walked down to the lake's edge and sat down on the bank and talked.

"I wish we weren't leaving tomorrow," Bill said skipping a stone across the lake. 

I watched it till it disappeared into the darkness and turned toward Bill and laid my hand on this shoulder, "Look at it like this, at least you've made some new friends and learned some new things."

Johnny laughed, "Yeah, like fucking."

"I just wish I could see you guys again," Bill said.

"I know, I feel the same way," I said squeezing his shoulder, "you never know though, maybe someday we'll meet again."

The next day we woke early and took care of our morning wood, then laid around and talked till we were ready to get up and face the day. We knew Bill had to be back by noon, but we still had time for breakfast and we all chipped in and got it fixed in record time.

Bill took his time eating, as if he was trying to stall, but eventually we finished our breakfast, and after a quick cleanup we walked Bill back to his campsite. His grandpa and grandma had already packed everything up and were sitting on the picnic table out front drinking coffee.

When they saw us approaching, his grandpa stood and poured what was left of his coffee on the ground.

"Well, there you are boy. I'd begun to think you'd run off with this bunch," he chuckled.

"No sir, we just had breakfast. Are we leaving now?"

"Yep, we're all packed up and ready to go boy."

We said our goodbyes to Bill and watched as he climbed into the back seat of the camper and we waved as they drove away.

We watched until the camper disappeared and then walked back to our campsite, barely uttering a word. It was a sad feeling to lose a friend, but we would soon get over it.

"We should move to that one campsite," Johnny suggested, "We've seen everything here." I think there was more to it than that, I think Johnny wanted us to moved because memories of Bill were here, and I think we all felt the same way. So we packed up and moved and spent the rest of our stay at the new campsite.

I won't go into detail about the rest of the stay. We fished some, and swam, and cooked out, and sometimes drove into town and shopped, and of course at night we had sex till the wee hours of the morning.

We didn't meet any new kids, which was fine by us, and we spent all our time together and didn't interact with any of the other campers. They came and they went, but we kept our distance, and for the rest of our stay we lived in a world of our own.

The last day of the campout we drove into town and had burgers and fries at a little mom and pop place and then wandered around the town and did a little shopping. It was a sad time for us, but we'd had a great time and we knew it had to end sometime.

Back at the campsite we stripped down to our shorts and swam till the sun began to go down, then we walked back to the campsite and built our last fire. We roasted wieners and ate chips and drank sodas as we sat around, and by the time the last bag of marshmallows were produced we realized the trip was really over.

We didn't talk much that night, and when it came time to lay down for the night we were a somber bunch. We paired off and made love, or had sex quietly, and then fell asleep all tangled up with our partner. 

We were on the road by ten o'clock and stopped at a donut shop and had donuts and milk at the nearby town. The atmosphere on the drive back was less somber than the night before, and by the time we reached Pryor I think we were all ready to get home.

We dropped the others off one by one until it was just Johnny and me. 

"Want to come spend the night or have me over?" Johnny said as we let Donnie out.

"Is it okay if we don't?" I asked, feeling very tired and a little homesick at the moment.

"Sure, I understand. Maybe tomorrow night."

"Yeah, maybe," I said as we pulled up in front of my house.

"Well, see ya'. It was fun."

"Yeah, see ya'. It was a blast," I said opening my door, but I wasn't quite ready to leave Johnny yet, "Uh, why don't you come inside for a minute? I bet mom and dad would like to see you, and I know Mikey would."

Johnny gave me a big smile and killed the engine and helped me grab my stuff from the back of the VW and we piled it on the front porch before going inside.

Mom and Mikey met us at the front door, I'm sure they'd heard the little Bug Bus's engine, and dad was sitting in his favorite chair grinning as we whisked in.

"Well, I see you boys are in one piece, see Mildred, I told you they were too ornery to kill."

"Hi dad," I said giving him a wave, the hug could wait till later, "We're tired, but we're all in one piece."

"I bet you boys burned the midnight oil every night, didn't you?" he chuckled.

"Yeah, except last night. We went to sleep pretty early last night."

"Did you miss us?" my mom asked as she gave both of us a hug.

"Well, not at first," I confessed, "but by the time we were ready to come back I did."

"Well, we missed you. Mikey has been pining for you boys ever since you pulled out of the driveway," she chuckled.

Mikey had attached himself to me as soon as I was in the door and I picked him up and kissed his sweet face. Dang that kid was getting big, pretty soon he'd be too big to pick up.

I passed Mikey to Johnny for a kiss and a hug then finally went over to where dad sat and he jumped up and hugged me, "I missed you boy, but I'm glad you boys got to have an adventure before school starts again."

"I missed you too dad, and I'm ready for some of mom's good cooking and just hanging out and doing nothing for a few days."

"Well, that sounds just fine. Maybe your mom will fix up something special for you boys, that is if Johnny if staying for dinner."

I looked at Johnny and he shrugged and that was enough for me, "Yeah, at least you can stay for dinner."

"Right now, I really need a shower. We both do," I said sniffing my pits comically.

"Yes, I wasn't going to say anything, but you do smell a little ripe," Mom teased.

"Come on Johnny, you need one too. Don't want ya' stinkin' up the place."

We showered separately and I loaned Johnny some clothes to wear, and when we were dressed we went in to see what the folks were doing.

"Any requests for dinner," mom said from the couch where she was reading a book to Mikey.

"Meatloaf or fried chicken," I said quickly.

"Meatloaf then, we had fried chicken last night, and in fact there is some left in the ice box."

"Hear that Johnny?" I said heading toward the kitchen, "how bout some chicken to tide us over till dinner?"

We took our chicken out back and sat in the shade and talked about the trip, and the upcoming party, and eventually the upcoming school year. We were excited but nervous, after all we'd be Juniors this year, and that meant we were almost done with high school.

"I might go out for football this year," Johnny said suddenly,  surprising the heck out of me.

"Really? but you've never played on a team before."

"I know, but I'm big enough now and I know how to play. I think it would look good on my college application too."

"Yeah, I never thought of that. I should find something to do too, maybe the debate team."

"Yeah, you'd be good at that," Johnny said sincerely.

"Or tennis," I said mulling over my options.

"Tennis is good. Do they have a team?"

"Yeah, surprised me too."

"Well, we'll figure out something. Hey, want to go up in the treehouse?"

Again I noticed how much smaller the treehouse seemed now, but I knew it was because we'd grown. We were taller now and the roof of the treehouse was only a foot or so above our heads now while we were sitting down.

"I don't think three of us would fit up here anymore," Johnny said, noticing the same thing I had.

"Yeah, won't be long till we're too big to get in here altogether," I sighed, "but at least Mikey will have a place for him and his buddies to play."

"I wonder if...you know? Mikey will be like us?" Johnny said watching me for my reaction.

"I don't know, if so it won't be cause I taught him or anything. I want him to figure things out for himself. Besides, by the time he's old enough to worry bout that stuff I'll be away at college."

"Yeah, I hope he has friends as good as we do though. A guy needs good friends, and we got the best ones in town."

"Yeah, we're really lucky, but most of all we're lucky to have each other. I been thinking about us a lot lately."

"You have?" Johnny said slipping his hand into mine.

"Yeah, I don't know if you feel the same way, but it seems like I love you more every day."

Johnny laughed, "I'm glad you said that, cause I been thinking that for a long time now. I didn't want to sound silly though."

"It's not silly I guess. I think it's like some married folks are, as they spend more time together the love between them grows and grows. Mom said that having kids makes that love even stronger. Too bad we can't do that," I chuckled.

"Yeah, well...not much chance of two guys having kids. That's one reason I think I'd like to be a teacher. At least I can be around kids and help them learn and grow up right."

I looked at Johnny with new respect and squeezed his hand, "You'd make a great teacher. You're so smart and talented, and you have a way with younger kids. Mikey just loves you to death, and the way you befriended Ronnie was something special."

Johnny blushed but was smiling, "You'd make a good teacher too. Have you thought about what you want to do when you graduate college?"

"Well, teaching would be good, but I really want to write, I think. I have this idea in my head for a book and I've been tinkering with it for a while now. I want to talk to mom and dad about getting a typewriter since I'll be taking typing this next year."

"Yeah, is the book about us?" Johnny said grinning.

"Sort of, it's about a bunch of boys growing up in a small town and learning about life. Of course I cant' tell about all the sex stuff, but I can hint at it. The book is mostly going to be about their friendship and things that happen in the small town."

"I bet it will be good," Johnny said, "do you think I could read it first?"

"Oh sure, you'll be the first to see it when I get started."

Johnny had stretched out on the treehouse floor and I noticed he was now almost as long as the treehouse. His head was only a few inches from the wall at one end and his feet rested against the opposite wall.

I lay down beside him and stared up at the plywood ceiling. My dad had helped us cover it with tar paper a long time ago and it was pretty much water tight, but the walls sometimes leaked at the cracks if the wind blew the rain, wetting the cardboard inside, and it had to be replaced from time to time.

"Do you ever feel like things are moving too fast?" I said suddenly.

Johnny sighed, "You mean our lives? Yeah, sometimes it seems like things have changed so fast it's scary. Last summer we were just kids and suddenly we're going to be Juniors in High School."

"Do you think we'll stay in touch with Donnie and our other friends?"

"Yeah, I hope so. I mean Caleb will be at NSU already and waiting for us, and the rest of em' will probably still be right here where we left em'."

"Yeah, I wonder if any of them will got to college or if they'll just get jobs and stay here?"

"Donnie and Gerald are pretty set on joining the army or whatever, so we might lose them for a while."

That thought suddenly made me very sad. I mean I knew once we were out of high school our lives would change and we'd have to move on, but I guess I just always thought we'd have our friends around. 

"Hey, you still got me," Johnny said rolling over and throwing an arm over my chest and snuggling into me.

We kissed and I felt some better. I supposed I could handle anything life had to throw at me if I had Johnny at my side, but sometimes I wished I was 11 again and didn't have all these worries and sad feelings.

"Sure you don't want to come home with me?"

"I want to, but I really want to spend some time with my folks and Mikey," I said, torn between the two.

"I understand, I sort of missed my folks too. Anyway Saturday we'll be together again."

"Oh, I'm not waiting that long," I said grinning, "In a day or so I'll have my fill of home life and be wanting my lover boy beside me."

"I can come over here if you still want to be around your folks and Mikey."

"We'll see."

We kissed and rubbed around on each other for a while, but nothing serious happened, and eventually we climbed down and went inside. Mikey swarmed us and we played with him till supper was ready.

After supper I walked Johnny to his VW and we said our goodbyes. I wanted to kiss him, but even in the dark I was reluctant to be that bold. Back then public displays of affection between two boys, even young boys like us, were frowned upon, and we didn't need any nosy neighbors calling my mom and dad to rat on us.

"Well, I'll call you tomorrow or maybe come by to see how things are going."

"Okay, you know you're always welcome here Johnny. Maybe we could take Mikey for a ride in the Bug Bus."

"Yeah, I bet the kid would love it. Well, goodnight. Love ya'."

"Love ya' back. See ya' tomorrow. Pleasant dreams...of me," I said grinning.

"Yeah, it will be hard to sleep without you beside me."

"Someday we'll be together every night, and then you might get tired of me."

"Nope, never will. It's like you're a part of me now. Hard to explain, but that's how I feel."

"Me too," I said leaning in the open window and kissing him quickly on the cheek, "Gotta go, see ya'." I said laughing as I pulled away.

He was laughing too, and when I turned to wave he waved back then started backing out of the drive. I watched till he was at the end of the block then went inside.

Mikey jumped me and I carried him to the couch and he sat on my lap as we watched TV and I told my folks all about our campout, omitting the dirty parts of course.

The next two days I slept late, had breakfast, played with Mikey, helped mom around the house, and when dad got home we'd have supper and spend time together as a family. I needed that time to reconnect with my family, but after a day or two I began to miss Johnny. Oh sure he came by a couple times and we did take Mikey for a ride in the Bug Bus, and as expected he loved it. He just called it the Bug and that name sort of stuck.

On Thursday I finally broke down and asked if I could go spend the night at Johnny's, and not surprisingly my folks agreed. Johnny picked me up in the Bug and drove us to the Dairy Queen and bought me ice cream and we sat in the bus and ate it.

"Thanks for the ice cream. Any plans for us tonight?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna get you naked and keep you that way all night."

"What about your folks?"

"They're going out to dinner and to the movies. They won't be back till late and they'll go straight to bed when they get home."

"Great, I been missing you that way a lot."

"Did you jack off thinking of me?"

"The first night, but I been saving it since then."

"Oh boy, I can hardly wait."

That night was special somehow. It had been three days since we'd been together that way and the loving and sharing lasted way into the night. It seemed like each time was better than the next, and we never grew tired of each other that way. I guess that's what true love is like, it just gets better with time.

Friday we drove over to Caleb's and we went downtown and hung out, but by five we had Caleb home and were headed to my house. My dad wasn't home yet but mom and Mikey met us at the door, and of course Mikey was starved for our attention.

When dad got home Johnny surprised all of us by offering to take us out to dinner, at Thomas' restaurant no less. Thomas' was the fanciest and priciest restaurant in town and I was pretty impressed that Johnny could afford that.

"Oh Johnny, I don't know, that's a pretty expensive place," dad protested.

"Don't worry about it Mr. Warren. I'm happy to do this. I mean you guys are like my second family and I..." Johnny choked up a little and I saw my mom smile, "want to do this for you."

"Well, how can we refuse," my dad said, "but next time it's our treat."

I was surprised that dad had given in so easily, but later he said he understood it was a matter of pride and that he didn't want to hurt Johnny's feelings by turning down his offer.

That night was magical in many ways. I watched as my family and Johnny interacted and I realized that Johnny was as much a part of their lives as he was mine. Johnny was his usual bubbly self and kept us all laughing and the atmosphere was warm and cheerful and loving.

After our delicious meal we drove back to our house and Johnny followed us in and I knew something was up. As soon as we got inside Johnny asked if it would be all right if he stayed the night, and of course my folks agreed right away. After all, Johnny was as much a part of our family as I was by then.

We weren't quite as physical that night, but we did make slow love and fall asleep in each other's arms, naked and stuck together with our love and sweat. I slept best when I was with Johnny and it's still true to this day.

The party was at Caleb's house the Saturday before school started. His grandma had made tons of food for us and when she was sure we had everything we needed she went off to her room to watch the little TV she had there. I felt sort of bad that she was confining herself to her room, but on the other hand we really didn't want an old lady around while we were doing God only knew what...he he.

Anyway Caleb said she was usually in bed and asleep by 9 and we didn't see her again that night. It's not that we were doing anything crazy, well not till later, but there were things we couldn't say or do with an adult around and I think she understood that better than anyone.

We stuffed ourselves on Caleb's Granny's delicious food and drank gallons of ice tea and soda, and later we had some of her delicious baked goods for dessert.

Back then there were no video games, smart phones, or cable TV and we had to rely on our own devices to stay entertained. One of those devices was basketball. Caleb had installed a net over the garage door and after moving his pickup to the curb we chose up sides and played basketball.

All of us were there that night, even Jacob, Fred, and Ronnie, but as I have said before Fred's brother Mike had never bonded with us and was busy elsewhere. We'd invited Ben, but he was out of town visiting a relative and couldn't make it.

There were eight of us, and Johnny and I were team captains and I chose Jake, Donnie and Gerald for my team. I did this on purpose to break up the couples and give them an opportunity to compete against each other. Of course that meant Johnny and I were competing too, but we did it in fun and I think everyone had a great time.

After the game, which no one really won since we stopped keeping score after a while, we walked to the park which was only a couple blocks away and hung around till we got bored. 

"I wish we had some beer," Gerald said.

"Why?" I asked, "we don't need beer to have fun."

"I guess, but I just like how it makes me feel."

"Yeah, it's sort of fun, but I can live without it," Caleb offered, " I would like to try pot though," he added grinning.

"Good luck with that," Johnny said, "I doubt there's and ounce of weed in the whole town."

"You'd be surprised," Walter said, "I know some guys who smoke it regularly."

"Really, well...where do these guys live?" Caleb asked, sounding interested.

"By my house," Walter said, "they're older, seniors this year."

"I wonder how much it costs?" Gerald asked.

"I think 5 bucks would get us enough to get high," Walter said, surprising me with his knowledge of drugs.

I thought it was important at this point that I speak up, even though my opinion might not be welcomed by some of the boys.

"Guys, come on, we can't go getting high at Caleb's house. His grandma trusts us not to do any bad stuff. I mean she went to all that trouble to fix us food and then left us alone. We can't let her down and do something stupid."

"Yeah, Robert is right," Caleb said giving me a little smile, "I wasn't thinking about doing it now, but maybe later by myself or something."

"Yeah, I agree with Robert too," Johnny said, "from everything I've ever heard drugs are bad news. Beer is okay, but I don't think I'd ever want to try pot or any other drug."

The talk quickly turned from drugs and alcohol to other things and by the time we got back to Caleb's house we were hungry again. We ate dessert this time and washed it down with soda, and when we were full we sat around and talked some more.

We played board games and cards and by eleven we were ready to settle down for some sex play. Caleb's room spanned the whole top floor of the house and his grandma's bedroom and guest bedroom was on the ground floor. His grandma had provided us with lots of quilts and blankets and pillows and we made a nest in the carpeted floor. In addition to the large bedroom there was a half bath upstairs with just a toilet and a sink, but at least we wouldn't have to go downstairs to pee.

As soon as the lights were out the sex talk began and pretty soon we were naked and hard and the fun began.

It was basically a free for all at first, an orgy I guess, but after the first orgasm we pretty much settled down with our partners, me with Johnny, Donnie with Walter, Gerald with Caleb, and Jacob with Ronnie. 

I had to admit Jake and Ronnie made a cute couple, and they were both sexy little monkeys. Both had grown some over the summer, in all places, and were spitting spunk almost as plentiful as us older boys. I had to admit their spunk tasted delicious and I enjoyed sucking it down whenever the occasion presented itself.

The last thing I remember that night before I finally gave in to slumber was Johnny telling me he loved me, and of course I returned the emotion. I never grew tired of hearing those three words and even today when we exchange them I still feel all tingly inside. 

Next: Junior year 1969

End of Chapter 31

Summer is over and it's back to school for the boys. There will be even more changes ahead as the boys go into their 11th year of school, and not all them will be good. 

Sorry this chapter took so long to get out, but there was a lot to tell before we begin the next chapter of the boys' lives.

Thanks to all my loyal readers who have hung in there from the beginning and have written me to let me know you are still out there waiting for more,

As always emails are welcome and very much appreciated. Emials are the author's only pay for these works of love so let em rip. 

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Kewl Dad

I have updated my story list if you see any missing please let me know.

Other stories by Kewl Dad

* Denotes Series, rest are short stories

1. A Christmas for Joey

2. A Christmas With Nick
   

3. Accidental Dad*

4. Adolescent

5. Alex and Aidan*

6. Andy Tastes Like Candy

7. At the Dike*

8. Black Cock

9. Boy Glory Hole

10. Bullied

11. Christmas Boy

12. Christmas on the Street
    

13. CL Cock Sucker

14. Cory*

15. Corey's Scent

16. Cody's Christmas Wish

17. Dirt Bikes and Blowjobs

18. DMV Boy

19. Dougie's Story #Part 3 of a series

20. Emoji  (The Story of Joe)
    

21. The Family*

22. The Ginger and the Chub

23. Hair Salon Boys

24. Happy Valentine's Day Toby Grayson
    

25. I Heart You

26. Little Brother's Feet*

27. Lost in Fear*

28. Mars

29. McChicken

30. My Best Friend's Dad *Related story to My Son's Best Friends

31. My Not so Miserable Life

32. My Little Runaway #Part 1 of a series

33. My Son's Best Friends *Related series to My Best Friend's Dad

34. My 11th Summer*

35. One Night

36. Poindexter Files*

37. Pride-Pride
    

38. Rabbit: A Christmas Story

39. Rolo
    

40. Second Chance for Love

41. Six Black Boys*

42. Skateboard Boy*

43. Skateboard Christmas

44. Stranded on Christmas Eve
    

45. Sudden Family*

46. Taking a Chance on Love

47. The Year I Learned to Love my Brother (TYILTLMB)*

48. The Reynolds Twins*

49. Tommy Boy #Part two of a series

50. To the Max

51. Tracy*

52. Trailer Park Christmas
    

53. Trick or Treet Dress Up

54. Tween to Teen*

55. What a Dollar Will Buy

56. Wild Wild West Again
    

57. It's Amazing What Sex Can do for a Guy (as smoothoperator52)

58. At Awesome Dude: The Secret Life of Nerds