The following is a work of fiction: Although it is based on actual characters and locations, the rest is purely fictional.  This story depicts sexual situations between males and females of various ages and, may include incest as well. If reading such is illegal where you reside, or you are not at least 18 years of age, please read at your own risk. This work is the property of the author Kewl Dad, and should not be reposted or reproduced without his permission. © 2017-2020


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The High School Years
(Tween to Teen)
By: Kewl Dad



Chapter Thirty SIX

Sum, Sum, Sum, Sum, Summertime

Tony and Caleb's granny got along just fine, and though there might have been some grumbling by a few of the die hard racists in town, no one took any action. The local Sheriff, Hoagy Barns, (Yeah, weird name) was sort of on the fence about the whole thing, but in the end he chose to follow the letter of the law, and let it be known that if anyone hassled the two they'd be answering to him.

That gave me and Johnny a whole new respect for the man, and these days we seldom used his nick name, Hokey Barns, but it was too funny not to let it slip occasionally.

Johnny and I spend several weeks planning out our trip before we ever breached the subject with our folks, and we were surprised at how easily they went along with it. My mom was the only one who voiced any concerns, but dad managed to convince her that we were both responsible and intelligent young men, and that it was time to let us prove ourselves.

"Think of it this way," dad told her as we sat there on the edge of our seats, "in a year they'll be going away to college and we won't know what they're up to. We both know they are good kids, and have never done anything to embarrass our families or make us think otherwise. Am I right?"

"Well, yes, but it's so far, and it's a crazy world out there..."

"Yes, yes it is, and eventually they will have to live in that world and deal with it. This is a good opportunity for them to see what it's really like, and...to have some fun, make some memories, and share an adventure that they will never forget."

"I know, it's just...they're so young," my mom said as she picked Mikey up and kissed his face, "at least I still have Mikey," she sighed, "you won't go running off anytime soon, will you?" she joked.

"Wanna go wiff Robby," he said reaching for me, causing everyone to laugh.

"I guess, if the other parents are okay with it," she sighed, "I don't want to ruin things for you boys."

"Thanks mom," Johnny and I both said at once, causing everyone to laugh again, "I promise we'll be careful and make you proud of how responsible we are," I added.

"When will you go?"

"Well, we thought we'd leave on Friday, June the 12th, and come back on Monday the 15th. That should give us plenty of time to get there and do some sightseeing before we  head back. We'll stop overnight in Tulsa..." I laid out the whole plan, night by night, and I have to admit my mom seemed as impressed as my dad by the time I'd finished.

"What about food?" mom asked, "maybe I can fix something for you boys to take along."

"We're going to take a cooler, and pop, and hot dogs, stuff like that, but we want to eat out too. There's a place in Tulsa called Pennington's Drive-in and it is really good. Uncle Joe took us there one time, and we want to eat there Friday night."

"Well, then...we'll buy the groceries," dad offered.

"We have some money saved, but any help would be great," I said smiling, and I knew I could count on dad to fork over some bread even after buying the groceries.

"So, it's all set then. All the other parents are just waiting to hear what you guys decided, so...it looks like it's a go," I said grinning.

The other parents fell into place as soon as they heard that mom and dad had okayed the trip, and truthfully I think some of them were glad to be shed of their sons for 4 days. We'd thought about dragging the trip out for longer, maybe a week, but we didn't want to push things too far or risk running out of money.

Caleb was home from NSU for the summer and we'd reconnected with him, and he and Tony were spending a lot of time with Johnny and me and the others. Sometimes we'd all meet at Caleb's since his house was biggest, and play board games or watch TV.

His granny loved having us boys there and always fixed us the best food to eat, and all the guys loved her. She never made us feel unwelcome and she told Caleb that after his grandpa died, she had just about given up on living, but having him around, and now Tony, had given her a new lease on life, and the rest of us boys only added to her zest for life.

We loved her like our own granny, and we bought her little inexpensive gifts or flowers as often as we could, and she always showed such gratitude, and usually shed a few tears. She was all for our trip to Galveston, and said that she and Caleb's grandpa had gone there a time or two when they were younger, and that they had loved it.

She told us to take plenty of pictures, and even bought Caleb a new camera and three rolls of film at the Drugstore. With everyone's blessings all we had to do now was pack for the trip.

Instead of one ice chest we wound up with two, one for pop and milk, and one for our other food, like hot dogs, and lunch meat. In addition we had a box filled with baked goods from Caleb's granny, bread, condiments, chips, and assorted other things we felt we needed.

We each had an adult sized sleeping bag and pillow, and in addition we'd brought a couple of blankets. Dad bought tarps for us to lay on the ground under our sleeping bags, and though we'd entertained the idea of bringing the tent, we decided it was too small for all of us to fit in, so we'd be sleeping on the ground. 

The only bad thing about that was, that unless we found some unpopulated campsite, we wouldn't be able to mess around, but in the end we decided there was always the Bug Bus if we needed some alone time.

That Thursday night I slept over at Johnny's, and when we arose the next morning we were excited and ready to begin our adventure. We'd said our goodbyes to mom, dad, and Mikey the night before, and of course mom gave us some last minute instructions, such as be careful...etc, before we headed out.

After a quick breakfast of oatmeal and toast, Johnny and I packed the cold stuff in the coolers and sprinkled the two bags of ice on top that we'd stored in Johnny's freezer in the garage. The box of food was already in the Bus, along with our sleeping bags, and all we had to do was pick up the others and we were ready to hit the road.

First we picked up Walter, then Gerald, then Caleb and Tony, and finally Donny. Seven excited and happy boys stuffed into a Volkswagen Van were about to begin the adventure of a lifetime.

Some of the guys hadn't taken time for breakfast so they feasted on the muffins Caleb's granny had send along, and sipped soda or milk as Johnny headed down Graham Ave. which turned into Highway 20 once out of the city limits. 

The next town over was Claremore and it was about 20 miles. Back then Highway 20 was a two lane highway with a few hills and narrow shoulders and a fair amount of traffic. That, and given the fact that Johnny's Bus could barely go 60 flat out, it took us almost a half hour to get to the city limits of Claremore. 

Claremore is famous for the Will Rogers Museum, (click link to visit the website)  and even though he wasn't born there, but instead in Indian territory near Oolagah OK, his name was still associated with the town of Claremore. The museum drew thousands of visitors, from all over the world to it each year, and that Friday, June 12, it was visited by seven teen boys from Pryor.

The first thing I noticed as we walked into the museum was the quiet. Of course after riding in a bus filled with six other noisy boys, anything would seem quiet, but there was almost a reverent quiet to the museum. 

It was cool inside too, and the high ceilings in the entry made it seem even more imposing. As we wandered from room to room, reading the placards and gazing at photos and memorabilia, I felt a strange sadness come over me. 

I knew Will Rogers was referred to as Oklahoma's most famous son, but I had no idea what a great man he was till that day. He was an entertainer, a movie actor, a writer, and humorist, and his political satire was cutting edge for his time. 

He was truly a great person who traveled the world three times, then in 1935 while on a trip to Alaska, he and Wiley Post were killed in a plane crash. I fought back tears as I gazed at the diorama portraying that crash, and I noticed some of the other boys wiping at their eyes.

After the tour of the museum we went outside and wandered the grounds, and only then did we speak about what we'd seen.

"Wow, he was a lot more famous than I thought," this from Gerald, "and that one film they were showing in that one room, it must've been really old. It didn't even have sound, just words."

"Yeah, he made some talkies too," Caleb offered, "I might be from California, but I know a little bit about Will Rogers."

"What's that?" Walter asked pointing toward a walled half circle with a statue of a man on a horse.

"His tomb," I said, "he's buried in the big square thing in the middle." I knew this from a school trip when I was in fifth grade, but for some reason Johnny hadn't been there that day.

"Let's go over there," Donnie said leading the way.

Will Roger's final resting place overlooked a hillside thick with trees, and beyond it you could see rooftops and at least one church steeple. It was cool and peaceful there, and after reading the inscription on the statue and the tomb, we sat on the benches and collected our thoughts.

"Do you think any of us will ever be famous and have a museum named after us?" Gerald said softly.

"Maybe me," Tony said, a voice rich with humor, "I might be the first black president," he joked.

"I'd vote for ya'," I said quickly, then blushed.

"We all would," Johnny added, "but you gotta give us cushy jobs in the White House when you get elected," he added laughing.

"Yeah, I want to be Secretary of the Army," Gerald said.

"Yeah, and I want to be Vice President," Caleb laughed.

"Okay, okay...if I get elected I'll take care of my brothers," Tony said flashing those perfect pearly whites at us.

"We should get going," I said after a few more minutes, "there's lots to do today, and the Blue Whale is waiting for us."

"The what?" Tony asked, having never heard of it.

"You'll see," Johnny laughed, "Come on you guys, I'm thirsty too. Let's see if we can find a drive-in or something. I hope everyone peed while we were in the museum, cause it may be a while before we find a bathroom."

We loaded back up in the bus and Johnny drove us back into the downtown area and along Highway 66, which crosses Highway 20 in Claremore. Yes, this is the famous Route 66, and after we got our drinks we would be heading along it, first to Catoosa and the Blue Whale, and then on to Tulsa, the oil capital of the world.

Johnny found a mom and pop drive in where we had big frosty mugs of root beer and shared three orders of greasy fries that were simply delicious. I noticed the girl who took our order seemed to be eying us like we were candy, and the orders of French fries were probably bigger than usual. I'm sure if we'd hung around till she got off work, one or more of us would have gotten lucky.

From the drive-in we drove up Highway 66 and eventually came to the Blue Whale, just this side of Catoosa. Tony went crazy when he saw it, and even us guys who'd seen it before did some gawking as we got nearer. Johnny pulled into the parking lot and we all bailed out, ready for our next big adventure.

The Blue Whale was built by Hugh Davis in the early 70's as a surprise anniversary gift for his wife Zelda, who collected whale figurines, it soon became a favored swimming hole for both locals and folks traveling along Route 66.

Originally, the pond and surrounding massive Blue Whale  (click here to see it) was spring fed and intended for family use only. However, as many locals began to come to enjoy it's waters, Davis brought in tons of sand, built picnic tables, hired life guards, and opened it to the public.

Originally calling it Nature's Acres, Mr. Davis continued to add to the roadside attraction until it eventually included The Fun and Swim Blue Whale, and the A.R.K.(Animal Reptile Kingdom). The attraction also featured Davis' brother-in-law, Indian Chief Wolf-Robe Hunt, a full bloodied Acoma Indian, who was famous in his right for his Indian painting and as a highly skilled silversmith. Chief Wolf-Robe Hunt also ran the Arrowood Trading post across the highway from the Blue Whale attraction.

Some of us had seen the massive plaster and concrete whale before, but it never ceased to amaze us that something so cool could be within a short drive of our sleepy little town. 

"Anyone wanna stay and swim?" Johnny asked.

I don't think anyone had to think twice about that, and soon seven excited boys were skinning off their shorts or jeans and donning their swim trunks. We paid our admission and joined the dozen or so others there that day, mostly kids, and soon we were whooping it up and having the time of our lives.

The temperature was perfect that day, in the upper 80's, but the pond was spring fed and we encountered occasional pockets of cooler water. We made friends with a few of the locals and they seemed interested that we were on a road trip and going to the ocean.

One freckle-faced boy named Kenny seemed to attach himself to me and Johnny, and was very physical around us. Oh, I don't mean he kissed us or groped us or anything, but he would occasionally touch our arm or chest and he would get very close when he talked to us, and he smiled a lot.

I wonder to this day if maybe Kenny was like us and that was what attracted him to us. I hope that if he was, that he found someone like Johnny, and maybe even friends like we had, because I knew a guy needed all the help he could get to live that kind of life.

We finally tired of swimming, but we weren't ready to move on quite yet. Perching on a picnic table with sodas we bought at the concession stand, we plotted our next move.

"I want to go to that trading post across the highway," Johnny said taking a sip of his drink, "it's run by a real live Indian, and I heard he's a really good artist. Mrs. Janz (our art teacher) said she comes here a lot, and even bought some of his silver jewelry."

"Sounds great, we have lots of time. Tulsa is only fifteen minutes away from here, and Keystone maybe another 30, but we won't go there till later this evening," I said draining my cup, "I'm ready when you guys are."

We drove to the trading post rather than cross the four lane highway on foot, and here we got a real treat. Johnny was immediately absorbed in the place, focusing on the artwork and handcrafted items and jewelry, and we even bought a few souvenirs to commemorate our trip.

We spent about an hour at the trading post, and Johnny even got to talk to Chief Wolf-Robe, and he encouraged Johnny to keep pursuing his art, and never give up or worry about what others thought. "If you paint from the heart, you can never go wrong", he said, and I knew from seeing Johnny's work that his heart was always in his art.

Eventually we managed to tear ourselves away from the trading post and the imposing figure that ran it, and as we climbed in the bus I marveled at how much we'd already done and seen and our trip had just begun.

Tulsa, Oklahoma was a thriving city in those days, and still is, and though the oil and gas industry is still an important part of the city, in those days oil was king. Dubbed the Oil Capitol of the World, Tulsa was headquarters to every major oil company. Rich oil barons built fabulous mansions, and their taxes helped to pay for libraries, hospitals, parks, and to make the city a beautiful and thriving city.

The first thing we noticed as we hit the city limits was the amount of traffic on the highway. Cars of all kinds, new, old, sports cars, vans, semis, and some the likes of which we had never seen before.

I sensed that Johnny was a bit nervous driving in such close proximity to the other drivers, but he seemed to figure things out quickly. Eventually we left the highway, and somehow wound up on 21st Street, which I knew went by the Fairgrounds and Bells, where Uncle Joe had brought us on our trip that summer we stayed on the farm.

"Wow, I wish we could go to that place," Gerald said gazing at Zingo, the huge wooden roller coaster.

"Maybe on the way back," I suggested, "if we have any money left."

"I'll save some money if we can go," Gerald insisted.

"What do you guys think?" Johnny asked of the others.

Everyone agreed that it sounded fun, and it gave us something to look forward on the return leg of our trip. I had emergency money, and if any of the boys needed help with admission I'd take care of it. At the last minute dad had given me 50 bucks, and told me not to tell mom. Then a half hour later mom slipped me a 20 with the same warning about dad. I almost laughed, but I had to admit having the money made me feel a whole lot better about going, and I vowed that if we didn't use it I'd return it to them.

We finally came to Utica Square, a popular shopping center, but all the shops looked too rich for us, and Johnny suggested we go to Southroads Mall instead. We'd gone there during that same trip with Uncle Joe, and though quite new at the time, it was now well established and a popular destination for anyone shopping in Tulsa.

None of the other boys had ever been to Southroads, and when we got within sight of it they were on the edge of their seats gawking like only country boys in the big city can. I had to laugh at Gerald when he said, "How does that all fit in there and the roof not fall down?"

From Woolco, to Loboyle on the lower floor, we checked the mall out from end to end and even stopped in the food court to get a hot dog on a stick and some fresh squeezed lemonade. 

Caleb surprised us by paying for our hot dogs and drinks, using some of the money his trust fund was now providing. He said his next semester of school was already paid for, and all he had to do was buy his books, and that his monthly stipend paid his rent, and for gas and food, and  he always had some left over.

Eventually we left the mall and I pointed out Southland, the smaller mall across the street, but we didn't visit it. I think we were tired of being inside, and wanted to get some fresh air, and I knew the perfect spot.

"Let's go to Riverside," I said grinning.

Johnny and I had discussed what we would do once we got to Tulsa, and Riverside was high on our list of places to visit. I also knew it had some rather remote spots along the trails, and I was hoping to get Johnny alone for a few minutes and have some fun.

We drove up 41st Street to Riverside, then Johnny turned right and we headed North toward downtown. From here we could see a few of the tall buildings downtown, and of course there was a lot of ogling and oohing and ahing. At 21st we took the ramp and curved around to cross the bridge over the river, and from here we could see the skyline even better. 

"Wow, how tall do you think those buildings are?" Gerald wanted to know.

"A mile maybe," Donnie offered.

"Naw, not that tall, maybe 20 stories or more though," Walter said

"Wow, what would it be like to be up that high? Scary I bet."

"I heard that buildings that tall were designed to actually sway in the wind," Johnny said, impressing me once again with his knowledge of all things.

"Like bridges," Caleb added, they're built with expansion joints so they can expand and contract, and they sway in the wind too."

"Wow, look at that," Donnie said pointing as we turned into the parking lot on the west bank of the river, "it looks like...it is, like an old wild west town or something."

"That's the Wild West Playground," I said, having read about it in the Tulsa World newspaper one Sunday, "It was built by volunteers and The Tulsa Theater Company."

As soon as we were parked everyone hopped out and headed down the asphalt trail to the playground area. As we approached, we could see that it was actually only the front of several buildings with open windows and doorways. There was the Jail, the Dry Goods Store, and on the far end the Fire station complete with a pole to slide down from the roof, which was accessible by ladder in a couple of places.

Of course seeing that little town (even as crude as it was) turned us all into little boys again, and soon we were swarming all over it. Donnie was the first on the roof and the first to slide down the pole, giggling all the way. As soon as we each had our turn we walked through the buildings.

Donnie was whooping and hollering as he ran to the stagecoach and climbed into the driver's seat. Walter was right beside him in the next instant, and the rest of us piled into the back passenger part, except Tony who was hanging back.

At first I thought he was put out with us for acting so juvenile, then he got this crazy look on his face, pulled his tee shirt up to cover his face, then cocked an imaginary gun and proceeded to rob the stage.

Of course there was an imaginary shoot out, and Donnie fell off the stage into the sand and flopped around like a fish as he croaked. Fortunately Johnny had an imaginary shot gun and finished Tony off before he could get the gold.

We soon joined Donnie in the sand, cracking up and talking about what fun this place was. It seemed strange that we were the only ones there that day. Maybe the local kids were spoiled to stuff like that and it wasn't as big a deal as it was to us country kids. Our parks were pretty lame, with just the regular playground equipment, while parks in larger cities like Tulsa had all kinds of cool stuff.

"What else is there here to see?" Gerald asked as he fell down beside us.

"There's the old railroad bridge that crosses the river. We can walk across that and we'll be right over the little dam they built on the river," I offered.

"Let's go then," Johnny said, standing and offering me a hand up.

We looked longingly at the playground and it's wooden buildings, another memory in the scrap book in our mind, and headed off down the trail to our next adventure.

The day was warm and humid, and before long we were sweating and wishing we'd thought to bring a drink. Johnny stripped off his tee shirt and I was momentarily distracted by this cut tanned upper body. Soon everyone followed suit, including me, and I had six hot boys to stare at.

As we walked along we stared out at the river and our surroundings and soon we forgot our thirst and discomfort. When the bridge came into view, Johnny took off running, challenging us to a race, and we ran the last quarter mile.

The trail led right up to the bridge, curving around until it met the wooden roadway of the once railroad bridge, which had been converted into The Pedestrian Bridge.

"Wonder where that trail over there leads?" Gerald said eying the dirt and grass tail on the other side of the bridge.

"Dunno, we can go see when we come back this way," Johnny suggested, "might be some private places down there," he said lewdly.

"Yeah, I'm horny," Donnie said, and we all echoed his sentiments, twelve hours was a long time for horny teenage boys to go without relief.

Though there wasn't a lot of traffic on the Pedestrian Bridge that afternoon we passed a few people, mostly on bikes, and an old couple walking hand in hand.

"Aww..ain't that cute," Johnny said when they'd passed, "That will be us someday," he added laughing.

"Are you having a sex change, cause I'm not," I said cracking up.

"No, I just meant...someday we'll be old and if we're still together, maybe by then we can hold hands in public and no one will care."

"I know, and I hope you're right. The only thing I know for certain is: we'll still be together," I said taking  his hand for just a moment before we moved on.

Half way across the bridge was an overlook on both sides of the bridge, and we hurried off onto the one on our left, and were soon leaning on the rail and gazing down at the river.

In the distance was the skyline and it was a beautiful sight to behold. A cool breeze wafted up off the river, drying our sweat and rejuvenating us. The soft whisper of the water below us was calming, and a feeling of peace and serenity washed over us.

"Wow, wouldn't it be cool to live close to this place and be able to come here anytime you wanted?" Gerald said softly.

"Well, I think if you came here too much, eventually you'd get tired of it. I think something this grand needs to be a special treat, like today," I offered, "but yeah...I wouldn't mind living in Tulsa and being able to come here sometimes."

"Let's go to the other side," Tony suggested as he led the way.

From the other overlook we could see the spillway, and it reminded me of the one at Spavinaw, where we'd camped so many times before, and I sort of had this strange feeling in my gut. I guess I missed that place and all the good times we had there, even if we almost drowned during the flood that year. If not for Johnny several of us standing here today would be pushing up daisies right now.

"Wow, the water is moving really fast over here," Donnie said, "I wonder if there's any fish in there?"

"Yeah, lots," Walter joked, "all of em' have three eyes though, cause of the pollution from the oil companies over there," he added pointing at the smokestacks and oil storage tanks west of the river.

"Really, too bad we didn't bring our fishing poles, I'd like to catch a fish like that," Donnie replied seriously.

"He's just pullin' your leg, there are good fish in here," I said, look over there," I added, pointing to two boys on the east bank just above the spillway, "they're fishing right there."

"Oh neat," Donnie said, "we should go see if they caught anything. I'd sure like to see a fish with 3 eyes," he added, then a big grin split his face, "I knowed you was teasing."

Eventually we tired of the view and decided to walk the rest of the way across the bridge just to see what was over there. At the far end the trail that ran along Riverside Drive crossed the bridge and an occasional bike or jogger crossed here as we watched.

At the end we turned left and walked down the trail to a large area build out over the river with concrete railing, and there was an old black man fishing from the bottom steps.

"Hey, bathrooms," Johnny said raising an eyebrow, "anyone need to pee?"

"Yep, let's go," I said, "never pass up a chance to piss."

The bathroom was small and there was only one urinal and one stall, but it was cooler inside and relatively clean for a public toilet. The floor was wet, but not from piss. I guess that's how they cleaned it, just take a hose and wash it down, and maybe that's why it was so clean.

We took turns using the urinal and stall until we'd all pissed, and by that time we were all feeling a little horny again. I looked at Johnny and he licked his lips and pulled me against him and placed a lip lock on me, causing everyone to whoop and holler.

"Shhh...you'll cause someone to come see what's going on," Walter laughed.

"It's to dangerous here," I said pulling away, let's go check out that trail Gerald noticed on the other side."

"Okay, but I gotta adjust something first," Johnny said reaching into his shorts and rearranging his hardon.

I had to do the same thing, but eventually we stepped out, and just in time, because the old black guy was just coming to the door as we pushed it open.

"Whew, that was close," I laughed as I slapped at Johnny, "imagine what that old guy would've thought."

"Aw, he probably wouldn't mind," Tony offered, "black folks ain't so hung up on that stuff. We like sex, and lots of it, and you take it where you can get it."

"Is that why you hang with us?" Caleb laughed.

"Naw, we're friends, almost brothers," Tony said sincerely. 

"We all feel the same way," I said, slapping Tony on the back affectionately.

The old couple passed us on the way back, but other than that there was no one else on the bridge the whole way to the other side. When we reached the end, Johnny led the way down the embankment and down the crude trail. There was grass and trees to the right and the river to the left, but as the trail continued it veered away from the river and soon we lost site of it and were surrounded by trees and bushes.

"Oh yeah, this is what I was hoping for," Johnny said coming to a halt suddenly.

"Plenty private here," Gerald noted, "anyone besides me horny?" he joked.

Six hands went up and our "yeahs" probably scared any wildlife nearby.

Seven horny boys were soon dropping their shorts, and since we were an uneven number anything went. This wasn't the first time we'd shared our love (sex), and even though I was true to Johnny, as long as we were together we could share our bodies with those we cared for without any problems.

But of course Johnny and I spent more quality time together and brought each other to orgasm orally while most of the other guys only got hand jobs. Tony surprised me by giving Gerald head, while Donnie and Walter jerked each other off and Caleb finished himself off.

Once our balls were drained, our cocks cleaned up, and our clothes back in place, we decided we'd seen enough of the wooded trail and headed back toward the playground and the car.

Of course we had to stop at the Wild West Playground for one last memory, and it was sort of hard to pull ourselves away when it was time to go. We were thirsty and hungry and a little dirty from our sweat and the dust on the trail, and we were ready to get off our feet.

"Okay, shall we go eat now?" Johnny asked once we were all seated.

I glanced at my watch and nodded, "It's after five now, but the drive-in is pretty close by. It's on Peoria, not sure exactly where, so we should just turn down Peoria and drive till we see it I guess."

"Is this place good?" Gerald asked as he leaned across the seat.

"Yeah, really good. My uncle Joe took us there once, and the food was really good."

"I'm starved," Donnie said, "I'd even eat a three-eyed fish." That cracked everyone up again, and the next leg of our journey began.

Peoria was called the Restless Ribbon back then, and in fact for many years to come, but today Memorial Street has pretty much replaced it. But in the 70's Peoria was still booming, and the teens, college kids, and well...about anyone you could think of, could be found cruising the street after dark, looking for adventure and a good place to eat, and among the most popular was Pennington's Drive-in.

Pennington's opened in 1951 and quickly became a favorite hang out, and their unique dessert called Black Bottom Pie was an instant hit with the locals. Generation after generation of kids frequented the place, stopping there for good food or drinks, and to visit with their friends, and who knows how many romances got started beneath the metal roof of the drive-in stalls?

It was still early when we made it to Peoria, but there was still a lot of traffic, though nothing like there would be later when it got dark. We passed another favorite Tulsa landmark, Webber's Root beer, where they actually made their own root beer, and even bottled it to sell in the stores. 

As we pulled into Pennington's that evening, we were once again amazed at the variety and number of cars. A sporty Ford Mustang convertible in the stall next to us held two teenage boys in front, and one crammed in the back, and they seemed to be having a good time if the laughter coming from the car was any indication.

They were cute boys and dressed in the latest fashions, and we figured at least one of them must come from a rich family to own such a beautiful car. As we checked out the menu, I couldn't help but wonder what their lives were like. Was it more exciting? Were they best friends? Did they ever fool around, or did they have girlfriends? Living in a small town like me and my friends did, we weren't exposed to some of the things that kids living in a big city were, but I really didn't think our lives were any less enjoyable because of it.

Sure, a good time for us might not be the same as a good time for those guys in the Mustang, but I couldn't help but believe that kids were pretty much the same no matter where they lived. I even liked to believe that we could be friends with those guys if we had the chance. Maybe I was living in a dream world, but I was happy there.

We ordered cheeseburgers, fries, and of course a piece of black bottom pie, and the lady who took our order suggested we just buy a whole pie and they'd slice it into eight pieces and it would be cheaper. I thought that was really nice of her, and it only proved to me what I'd been taught, that nice people could be found wherever you looked.

The food came and the boys in the Mustang were still laughing and carrying on. I didn't want to stare, but I was curious about the three and I managed to get a good look at each of them and I had to admit they were a good looking trio.

The kid in back was the plainest of the three, with reddish brown hair and one of those boy next door looks, but the two in front were real knockouts. The driver was blond, and I imagined blue-eyed, with a golden tan and a body that gave me a slight rise in my Levis. Though unattainable for most of us, his was the kind of face and body that any gay boy would go for. I imagined him being very popular with the girls at his school, and I could almost visualize him, hot and sweaty atop some Cheerleader, pounding her pussy while she moaned and thrust up into his enormous prick. I was lost in that thought when Johnny tapped my arm and laughed.

"You looking for a new boyfriend?" he said tapping the tent in my jeans.

I turned to him, blushing I'm sure, and tried to explain, but he just laughed again and patted my leg.

"I get it, he's hot, they all are, and we're away from home, and everything seems new and wonderful."

God, Johnnie was so insightful at times. I just wanted to hug him and jump his bones right then and there. He seemed to know just what to say, and he understood me like no one ever had, not even my parents.

This gave me time to check out the other boy, as we finished our food. The lady had sent us plates and forks for our pie, and we divided it up, even sharing the extra piece among us and devouring it quickly.

As I finished my pie and shoved my trash into the bag we had for that purpose, I looked up and noticed that the boy in the passenger seat had climbed out of the Mustang and was headed our way.

As he approached I gave him a good looking over. His hair was brown, and even in the dim light I could see that his eyes were amber, and they seemed to reflect the light from the overhead fixtures, sending off gold sparkles.

My heart had lept into my throat as he approached, but the smile on his face said he wasn't a threat to us.

"Hey, nice Bug," he said looking the VW over, "my dad has a green and white one like this. He bought it new, and it's his baby. He really pampers it. Won't even let me or my brother drive it."

"Thanks," I said once he'd finished talking, "it's my b...uh, friend Johnny's," I said almost slipping up and saying boyfriend. We're headed to Galveston to see the ocean, or well...the gulf anyway," I blurted out.

"Oh, cool...never been myself. Been to Florida though, that was pretty cool."

Meanwhile the other boys had climbed out of the car and joined their friend, and they seemed to be admiring the VW bus as well. 

We'd finished off our food and stowed our trash so I decided that if they could check our ride out, then it was only fair that we check the Mustang out.

Soon all of us were out of our vehicles and chatting. I wondered if the folks in the drive-in worried that there was about to be a rumble, but it would only take one look to see that we were just a bunch of boys sharing an experience.

We learned, among other things, that the driver was Todd, and that his dad owned a Ford dealership, and that the car was actually his dad's. He said his dad was cool and loaned it to him for special occasions like tonight, but that usually he drove his pickup, an older model, but still his pride and joy.

The brown haired boy was Sam, and he was Todd's best friend, while the other boy was Ken and a close friend of the two. The special occasion was that they were going to the showing of Beneath the Planet of the Apes at the Continental Movie Theater. The Continental was a massive white structure just off Highway 44 (route 66) near Memorial Road, and one of the last single screen theaters in Tulsa at the time. Later it would be torn down to make way for a commercial high rise, but back then the theater was THE place to go.

"You should go with us?" Todd suggested, "it'd be a blast. The place is really cool with a huge screen and really comfortable seats."

"Well, I don't know..." I protested, we needed to get settled for the night, and the drive to Keystone Lake would take us at least a half hour, and it was already getting dark.

"Aww, come on," Sam pleaded, "you guys have it made, you're free, on your own, and no one to tell you no. No parents, no curfews..."

"Well, when you put it like that..." I said, looking at Johnny for help.

"I say we go," Johnny said easily, "how about the rest of you guys, what do you say?"

"I'm in," Caleb said.

"Me too," Tony agreed.

Of course it was unanimous, and pretty soon we were following the shiny red 1970 Mustang convertible on our way to the theater. The drive was pleasant and there was lots to see along the way, and I had a tingling sensation that signaled the start of a new adventure.

The boys hadn't been kidding, the Continental was really cool. Plush and new looking, with a huge curved screen, and huge comfortable seats with lots of leg room.

Surprisingly the crowd hadn't showed up yet, and we were able to find really good seats toward the center about half way up. But not before we stopped at the snack bar and loaded up on popcorn, candy, and sodas. Even though we'd just eaten, we were teenagers, and teenage stomachs were bottomless pits, according to my folks.

We chatted while we waited for the movie to begin, and despite being big city kids, they seemed interested in our life back in our small town. They were especially interested in the campouts we'd had when we were younger and the story of how Johnny saved us from the flood was listened to with wide eyes.

I really liked these three and I think they liked us too. In a way it was kind of sad, after all, after tonight we would probably never see the three again, but still it was nice to make new friends, and we seemed to be doing that wherever we went.

The movie began, and by then the theater was pretty much packed. There was the usual mix of teens and young adults, and even some older folks, maybe out on date night while someone watched the kids.

Now, up until that night the only time we'd ever seen a movie other than on TV was at the drive-in or at the Allred theater and those screens and sound systems didn't come close to what we experienced that night. Let's just say that we now had a new obsession, to go to a big screen theater every chance we got.

It was well after 9 by the time the movie let out and we lingered at our cars as if we were reluctant to part. Todd knew Lake Keystone well, and even suggested a site for us to camp in that had bathrooms and showers. That sounded good to us, even if we really wanted someplace more private, but the sex earlier in the day had pretty much satisfied us, and we were all tired and ready for some rest.

We finally said our goodbyes, and I had this empty feeling inside me as we drove away. We'd just met three really cool guys, and given time I was sure we could all become close friends. I even got some vibes from the three that maybe they messed around some, or were at least open to such things, but I guessed I would never know for sure. 

We found the campsite easily enough, Todd's instructions and had been easy to follow, and soon we had picked out a nice spot to camp for the night. The first thing we did was grab some clean underwear, shorts, and our towels and head for the bathroom.

Each of us had brought a towel and my mom had sent several extras along, just in case, and of course we had soap, shampoo, and deodorant as well. Johnny had even brought a bottle of after shave, and he was willing to share if any of us other boys wanted to smell nice.

Inside the bathroom we checked out the shower set up and decided at least two of us could shower at once, and we played rock paper scissors to see who went first. First was Donnie and Walter, and the rest of us just hung out, making lewd remarks about the two being in there alone and having a good time.

"Do I hear sucking noises?" Johnny teased, "No time for that guys. Hurry it up and don't use all the hot water."

"Shut up," Donnie laughed, "I was just washing my ass."

"Wash it good, I'm sure Walter will appreciate that," I added with a chuckle.

Soon it was time for Johnny and me to shower, and as hard as it was (no pun intended) we managed to keep things platonic and not fool around. We felt much better after the shower, and as we were drying off the other three crowded into the shower together to save time, and soon we were all dressed and back at the bug.

We grabbed our sleeping bags and laid down the tarps dad had bought for us and soon had everything arranged for later. Even though we'd been tired earlier, the showers actually seemed to revive us, and we decided to explore a little before settling down to sleep.

We walked to the lakes edge, and noted that here there was nothing but rocks along the shore, but as we explored we discovered that farther down there was a man made sandy beach.

"Oh boy, tomorrow we gotta go swimming before we head out," Tony suggested, "this is really cool."

"Too bad we can't go swimming tonight," Donnie said squatting to test the water, "oh, too cold," he said shivering.

"We can get in a morning swim," Johnny suggested, "then we'll eat breakfast and hit the road."

"Aw, too bad we can't  hang around here another day," Gerald lamented.

"We promised we'd be back on Monday," I reminded them, "and if we're late they'd be worried."

"Yeah, I know," Gerald said, "too bad we can't call your folks and tell them..."

"Well, we could, but it's long distance and anyway, we've got lots more cool stuff to see," I said, trying to be the voice of reason.

We finally headed back to the campsite, and by then we were thirsty so we raided the ice chest and grabbed a soda. Tomorrow we'd have to restock our pop supply, but there was still about six cans left in the ice chest, plus some tea in a gallon jug, and one of water, so we'd be fine till then.

We were lounging around on our sleeping bags and drinking our sodas, talking about what we'd seen and what was ahead, when a set of headlights came down the dirt and gravel road headed toward us. 

"Damn, I was hoping we'd be the only ones to camp down here," Johnny said giving me a longing look.

"Maybe they won't stop," I suggested hopefully, "maybe they'll go on down to the other end."

But suddenly the headlights were headed straight for the back of the bus and in a cloud of dust a Ford pickup came to a stop just behind it. I think I already knew who was driving the pickup before the doors opened and the occupants spilled out, but that didn't stop me from being surprised when the three boys came running up to us.

"Hi you guys," Todd said grinning, "see you found the place okay. I was worried we might drive all the way over here and you'd have camped somewhere else."

"Yeah, but we'd have driven around till we found you," Sam laughed.

"What are you guys doing here?" Johnny asked the obvious question.

"Aren't you glad to see us?" Sam said, looking hurt.

"Well, sure, but it was just a surprise," I butted in, "I thought you guys had a curfew."

"We do, but my folks are out of town, and Sam and Ken were spending the night anyway, so we decided to come find ya' guys. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, really cool," Caleb said, and I think we all felt the same way.

"Have a pop," I offered jumping up and sliding open the bug door and opening the ice chest.

"That's okay, we brought our own," Sam said walking over to the pickup and pulling three Pepsis out of an ice chest in back.

We made room for the three and sat down on the sleeping bags, but it was a little close quarters, not that anyone minded. The three had evidently showered earlier and smelled really good, but even the soap and shampoo smells couldn't completely mask their sexy teenage fragrance.

I was closest to Ken, who up close looked a lot cuter than I'd first thought. Like I said, he had that boy next door look, and when I thought about it, that was really the kind of boy I went for. Johnny was that kind of boy, only a little hotter, what with his hard sexy body, and though beautiful boys like Todd were fun to look at, boys like Johnny were the ones that got my motor running best.

"So, that's your truck?" I heard Johnny ask Todd, "can I look it over?"

"Sure, come on, it's older, it was my brothers, but he got a newer one when he went off to college. It's pretty sweet though, and I added a cool tape player and rear speakers so it sounds really rad."

We all wound up checking out Todd's truck and I had to admit, it was pretty sweet. The big bench seat in front could easily hold four boys our size, and I imagined the three of them probably went everywhere together, much like Johnny and our bunch did.

"I bet the girls like that you have your own ride," I said, trying to feel him out some.

"Yeah, but I don't date much. I'm pretty busy in school, I play tennis and racquetball, and I'm in a band."

"A band, or band at school?" I asked. These were certainly not the kind of things I would have thought a sexy hunk like Todd would be involved with. I expected him to be a football player or something like that, but not tennis and band.

"A band band. We're called Psychedelic Junk," I play keyboards and guitar."

"I drum," Ken said, and Sam plays bass and, well just about anything else he wants to. He's really good."

"Wow, that's so cool," Caleb said, seemingly impressed by the three's musical abilities.

"Wish we could hear you guys sometime," I said.

"We have an 8 track we made, it's in the truck," Todd said proudly, "If you're serious."

We were, and soon we were all gathered around the open doors of Todd's truck while we listened to Psychedelic Junk belt out a tune. Truthfully, it wasn't really the kind of music I preferred, but I had to admit they were very talented, and the vocals were especially good. 

When the song ended we all applauded, and the three laughed and took exaggerated bows.

"You guys play for money?" Caleb asked.

"Not so far, but we were in a talent show at school and won second place, "right now, it's mostly just for fun."

"That's really cool. You guys are good. Maybe you'll become famous someday and we can say we knew you when," I laughed.

"Fat chance of that, my dad wants me to go to college and make something of myself," Todd said almost angrily, "says he doesn't want me to wind up like him, selling cars for a living. He does all right though, he owns the dealership and makes a crap load of money, I don't know why he thinks that's so bad."

"Well, I guess our parents always want something better for us," I said soothingly, "Johnny and I are going to NSU when we graduate and we're going to study teaching, but Johnny is going to also take some art classes, and I'd like to be a writer.

This got the others to talking about how good Johnny's art was, and I wished we had brought something along to show them. We talked more about our plans after high school, then about our lives up until now, and soon it was like we had known these three all our lives.

It was pushing midnight by then, and I didn't know what the three had planned for the night. Were they driving back to Tulsa, or camping out in the back of the pickup truck? I decided now might be the time to find out.

I yawned deeply to give them a hint that we were tired, then said, "So, are you guys going back to Todd's soon?"

"Well...uh," Todd said looking at the others for support, "we brought our sleeping bags, and if it's okay with you guys we thought we'd camp out here with you."

That wasn't exactly what I'd hoped for, since it would put a stop to any messing around, but I knew there would be plenty of opportunities later on.

"Fine with me," I said looking at Johnny, who just shrugged.

Everyone was either thinking like I was, or too tired to care, and no one voiced any disapproval of the three camping out with us, so we grabbed another tarp and through it down with ours, covering an area about 12 feet square now.

Ten boys, 144 square feet of space, sounds roomy, right? Only somehow we all managed to wind up packed in as tight as sardines. Of course Johnny and I were side by side, and in fact we'd zipped our sleeping bags together and were sharing them. Donnie and Walter were side by side, as was Gerald and Caleb, while Tony, being the odd man out, was turned sideways at the head of the three groups. There was still plenty of room for the three other boys and I noticed that Todd wound up in the middle sandwiched by his two friends, and they were so close they were almost touching.

It was obvious they were very comfortable with each other, but were they intimate? I knew boys, especially close friends, could form very close and intimate relationships that didn't necessarily include sex, but something told me that these three had at one time done some of the things my friends and I had done.

I don't know who started it, but soon we were telling raunchy, sexy stories, and despite myself I was soon sporting a boner. Looking across at the others I was relieved to find that I was not alone, and I relaxed some. 

Of course it didn't mean the three were up for some fooling around, we were teenage boys and being hard was a way of life, especially when we were talking dirty. If I had any doubts however, they were soon to be dispelled.

"Oh man, I'm so hard," Todd said suddenly, shocking the heck out of me. 

I popped up and stared his way, and he was squeezing the lump in his shorts and moaning lowly.

"You're always hard," Sam laughed.

"So? So are you," Todd said poking at the tent in his buddy's shorts.

"Me too," Ken laughed, "Look, everyone is, we might as well all jack off our we'll never get to sleep."

Well, I was shocked, but pleased that they had such a casual attitude toward such things, but could I trust them to be serious, or were they testing us? Then I thought how silly that was. They were outnumbered two to one and then some, and unless one of then had a gun down their shorts, we could whip their asses if they tried anything.

"Just jack off?" This from Gerald, who was always horny and eager for play.

"Well..." Todd stuttered, "what else you wanna do?"

So, just like that, we knew the three were up for some play. I suppose you're probably thinking, ten teenage boys...an orgy, well...it wasn't exactly like that, but the three did mix in with us, and we all got a chance to at least see what the three were packing.

Surprisingly Ken had the biggest package of the three, sporting 7" of hard cut cock, and two bull balls that produced a gallon creamy jizz. I know cause I had a taste of it, but then so did most of the rest of the group.

The three seemed to be at ease handling new cock, and having theirs handled, but I still sensed that maybe they were just horny and not gay like Johnny and I. Teenage boys like sex, and in the 70's girls weren't as liberated and willing as they are today to give it up. However, that was what a boy's buddies were for, and I could tell that those three had helped each other a lot.

As Johnny and I lay cuddling after an especially intense orgasm produced by several different hands and mouths taking turns on our rock hard cocks, Sam fell down beside us and watched us for a moment.

At first I was worried, what if they were okay with the sex part, but not the intimacy? What if they thought it was gross for two boys to love each other that way?

"How long you guys been together?" Sam asked softly giving us a smile that melted away any fears I had.

"Since we were 11," Johnny answered for us, "but we've loved each other since we were little kids."

"That's so cool," Sam said, "I've heard it can be that way, but...I've never met any other boys like that before," he said blushing.

Was he coming out to us?

Johnny was way ahead of me, and since he was closest to Sam he reached out and patted him gently, "How long have you been in love with him?"

Sam sighed, not bothering to deny what Johnny, and now I, knew was the truth.

"Forever, but it's hopeless," he said softly, looking around to make sure Todd and Ken were out of earshot.

"Why?" this from me, "It's obvious he likes you, and that you're close."

"But not like that..."

"But...you looked pretty close when he was sucking you earlier," Johnny chuckled.

"Yeah, but that's just sex. He says boys don't fall for boys, only girls. He says the sex stuff is okay, cause we're just horny and practicing."

I almost laughed, wasn't that what Johnny and I used to say?

Johnny did laugh, "That's what I used to tell Robert, before we figured things out. It's hard to admit at first, but when you do...it becomes easier to deal with, cause you're being who you are, and not someone else."

"I just don't want to lose him as a friend..."

"And you're afraid if you tell him you're gay," I stopped to let that sink in. Possibly before today Sam had never thought of himself in those terms, "if he's really your friend he will not dump you. He will stick by you, and if he doesn't then he's not worth your time."

"But I've known him since we were in diapers. Seriously," he laughed, "my mom used to babysit him and we were raised together. We're like brothers, we've shared everything."

"Everything?" Johnny said raising an eyebrow, "Have you...?"

Sam blushed bright red, and we knew the answer before he nodded, "But, um...only him...I mean he only does it to me."

So Sam liked being the one getting poked. I didn't know the term bottom yet, but I soon would.

"Yeah, I guess I'm mostly a...a, bottom."

Bottom? I thought in a moment of sudden clarity. Of course, what a great term for that desire to be on bottom, and please your partner, my partner, Johnny.

"Hmm..." I said thoughtfully, "So, tell me...when you do it is he, um..."

"Gentle, loving?" Johnny finished for me.

"Well, yeah...I guess. I mean it's not like he just shoves it in and goes at it till he pops. He takes his time and um...makes sure I get mine too."

"Do you kiss?" I asked cutting to the chase.

"NO!" Sam said looking horrified, "He'd kill me if I tried that."

"How do you know?" I asked, "Let me ask you this? When you were younger, like little kids, did you ever hold hands or kiss each other on the cheek?"

Sam seemed to be thinking, then he smiled and it lit up his whole face, "Yeah, we held hands a lot, and one time, I think we were like 9, it was my birthday party and Todd got me this really cool telescope and I jumped on him and hugged his neck and kissed him right on the lips. Our moms and dads laughed, and even our friends didn't make a big deal out of it. Later that night he slept over, and we always slept in the same bed, and we snuggled like always that night, but just before we went to sleep he kissed me on the face. It was the first time and I was so happy."

"God, that's so sweet," I said wiping at my eyes. Then I turned to Johnny, "we gotta help them."

"Yeah, yeah...I'm way ahead of you. I think I need to go have a talk with Todd."

"NO!" Sam said looking stricken, "Don't you dare. He can't know how I feel about him. I don't wanna lose him."

Apparently he was a little louder than he intended to be, and Todd had raised up to see what was going on.

"You okay down there Sam, those two molestin' you?" he giggled.

"No, I'm fine, just talking," Sam said, trying hard to sound normal.

"Okay, but if they do start molesting you, let me know and we'll help," he laughed as he poked Ken.

"I promise I'll be careful," Johnny said, "I have a plan, but I promise I won't rat you out."

"Well, I guess it won't hurt then," Sam said, sounding hopeful now.

"I was Todd once upon a time," Johnny explained, "so I know what he's feeling. Trust me, when I get done with him he will be proposing to you," he chuckled.

"He for real?" Sam asked when he was gone.

"He's for real all right, and the best boyfriend in the whole world," I said grinning.

I watched Johnny approach Todd but couldn't make out what he was saying. However, a few minutes later Todd got up and the two of them started walking toward the Lake. 

"They're going for a little walk," I said patting Sam to reassure him, "Probably a battle to the death or something," I teased, easing the tension and causing Sam to laugh.

"So where does Ken fit into all this?" I wondered.

"Oh, well...Ken is really Todd's friend, but of course we spend a lot of time together so we've got close too. I guess Todd started the sex thing with Ken and then one night he had us both over and he started in with me and I was terrified. I didn't know him and Ken were already doing stuff. I almost had a heart attack."

I laughed, and then shared the story of how Roger had introduced Johnny and I to sex, and how we'd taken to it so quickly, and were soon sharing our new knowledge with our other friends.

"So tell me how you and Johnny first got together. I mean when you first figured out you were...you know, more than just friends?"

So I began the saga of Robert and Johnny, and meanwhile down by the lake...

POV Johnny 

"So, what's up?" Todd asked once we got to the lake's edge.

"Oh, just wanted to talk to you a little, away from the others," I said trying to sound casual, and not threatening or creepy.

"You're not gonna beat me up are you?" Todd chuckled. 

We both knew there was no danger of that, even if it was my intention, the kid was built like a brick shit house and I had to admit, hot as fuck.

"Naw, I'm a lover, not a fighter," I said grinning, "but I can defend myself when I have to, and I always have my friends' backs."

"Like Robert? You guys are really tight, aren't you?"

"Like two peas in a pod. We've been friends forever."

"Yeah, me and Sam too," Todd was grinning, and the look in his eyes told me he had deep feelings for the kid even if it wasn't love, "my mom babysat him while his mom worked and we grew up together, almost like brothers."

"That's cool. Robert and I met in first grade and we hit it off right away. Our folks are close too, so that helps. We spend as much time at each others house as we do at our own, if that makes sense."

"Yeah, us too," Todd said, pausing to pick up a rock and lob it into the lake. Somewhere nearby a bird flapped it's wings then settled back down.

"Look man, I don't know you that well, but you seem like a solid guy, and I think I can trust you."

"Yeah, definitely, uh...what's wrong? You guys in trouble or something?"

I laughed, "No, not that I know of. It's about me and Robert..." I let that soak in, and when he didn't reply I went on, "We're not just friends, we're more than that."

"Oh, OH!" he said, his eyes growing wide, and even in the dim light of the moon and stars I could see the blue there, and the sparkle that probably won him friends and admiring stares his whole life.

"Yeah, that," I said shrugging, "We've known since we were 11 and all our friends know and accept us the way we are."

"That's cool..." he said, but he sounded uncomfortable suddenly, and I worried that he might not be as open minded as I'd hoped.

"So...you like...kiss and stuff?"

I laughed, "Kissing is the best. Ever kissed a girl?"

"Yeah, I've dated a few and...yeah, we kissed."

"How was it?"

"Uh, what do you mean?"

"I mean did it make you hard? Did you lose your breath? Was your heart beating so fast you thought it would explode?" I said, thinking about how it was with Robert, and feeling some of those things myself right that minute.

"Uh, well...it wasn't like we were making out or anything. Just a quick kiss, you know, but yeah it was nice."

"Well, that didn't go well,"  I chuckled, "I was hoping to have something to compare to what I feel when Robert and I kiss."

"I...this is gonna sound weird, but...when I was like 8 or 9...I gave Sam this telescope for his birthday and he...he...kissed me, right on the lips," a wistful look came across his face and he blushed, "right on the lips, and I remember...my little pecker got hard, and it was like...the best feeling in the world. Is that what you're talking about?"

"Yeah, when it comes from someone you really care about, a kiss can be the best feeling in the whole world, sometimes even better than sex."

"Well, I don't know about that, but I guess if you had both..."

"We do, we like to say we don't have sex, we make love, and that's how we both feel. We may have sex with our friends, but our love is reserved for each other."

"Is there a reason for this talk?" Todd chuckled, "It's about me and Sam, isn't it?"

I shrugged, "You tell me. How do you really feel about him?"

"I don't know what you mean. I mean we're friends, best friends, almost like brothers. Sure we mess around, but we're not in love..."

I stood staring at him, trying to convey telepathically what I dared not say and guess I succeeded or he was sharper than I thought.

"Oh, my God, it's Sam...he loves me doesn't he?" he said as his face went from surprise and shock to acceptance, "Sam...is in love with me," he added softly.

"I could think of worse things," I said shrugging.

"But, we're guys..."

I laughed, "Yeah, well, that doesn't stop you from sucking his dick or...well, whatever you guys do."

"Yeah, but...that's just practice for girls, right?" he said looking at me helplessly.

"I used to say that same thing, when we were younger and just starting to mess around. It made it easier to deal with, but Robert knew all along, and once I admitted it, our relationship got so much better. I tried dating a girl, just to make sure, and it almost ruined what we had, and you know what, I felt nothing with that girl. I mean not love like I feel for Robert."

I even told him about our adventures with Robert's girl cousins in Arkansas, and how it had meant nothing, and that having sex with Robert was the real thing. I noticed he had a tent in his shorts and I chuckled. It didn't take much to get us boys hard.

"So, he let you fuck a girl, and he messed with a girl too, and you are still together?"

"Our love is stronger than ever. When we graduate High School we're going away to college together and we're going to live with our friend Caleb, and we can finally have the freedom to love each other like we want, anytime we want."

"That's cool, but I'm not gay."

"So, what difference does that make?" I said shrugging.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean if you love someone, really love someone, what difference does it make if they're a boy or a girl? Maybe you like both, but you're in love with Sam, aren't you?"

"I...God, I don't know," he said, his voice was shaky and he sounded near tears.

"I think you do." I said, daring to move closer and put my arm around his shoulder, "It's hard for us boys to admit that we might not be as...as manly as we want everyone to believe we are, but once you accept that loving someone, even a boy, doesn't change who you are inside, it gets so much easier."

"Did he tell you he loved me?"

"I promised him I wouldn't tell you what we talked about, maybe Robert and I just figured him out cause he is so much like we were at one time."

"What's the use? We can't be...like that at school or anything."

"Like what? Best friends that spend almost every minute together, and who mess around behind closed doors? Nothing has to change, except it gets so much better when you take it to that next level. I don't just mean the sex, cause that's better too, but intimacy, the kissing, the hugging, the cuddling, the hand holding, that stuff is what makes being boyfriends and in love so much better than just being sex buddies."

"But what about Ken? We're really close too, and he's gonna notice something is going on."

"I don't know, you know him better than I do. Do you think he would object to the two of you being boyfriends, or does he already suspect how you both feel? I know our friends figured us out pretty quick, and they were jealous."

"Really, your friends seem really cool for, no offense, for kids from a small town."

"We have excellent taste in friends. Not everyone in our town is as cool as we are, but I like to think it's a good place to live, and a great place to grow up in."

"What if I do this and then one of us decides it's not what we want?"

"Then you part as friends, if you can, but let's face it, you've been together so long that your chances of that happening that really slim. At least I'm sure it won't be Sam that calls it off..."

"So he did talk to you?"

"I didn't say that," I said grinning.

"Okay, okay...so maybe I do love the creep," Todd said smiling, "what do I do now?"

"You tell him, right now before you chicken out. If you want I'll go get him and you two can work things out in private."

"Not here, maybe we'll go for a drive."

"Excellent, that way he can't get away," I joked.

"God, don't say that. I'm already so nervous I'm shaking."

"It will be fine," I said pulling him into a hug and feeling his hard muscles ripple beneath the skin, "Good thing I'm taken, or I'd be going after you myself."

"Thanks, you're, uh...pretty hot yourself. OH God, I'm admitting a boy is hot. I must be gay after all."

"Not necessarily, you're just a good judge of hotness, cause  you're another boy and you know a hot boy when you see one."

"I guess I'm ready then," he said letting me lead him back to the campsite. 

When we reappeared Robert gave me a questioning look and I nodded and gave Todd a playful shover toward Todd who was starting to rise.

"Hey Sam, wanna go for a drive?" Todd said, his voice breaking a little from nerves.

"Uh, where to?"

"Just around, so we can talk."

"Oh, okay, Ken too?"

"Naw, just us, okay?"

It appeared that Ken was already out of it anyway, as was Tony who was snoring softly, but the rest of the boys were staring at the two and wondering what the heck was going on.

POV Robert

They were back and I could only assume that Johnny had succeeded since Todd and Sam were going for a drive. That, or Todd was going to get the truck up to a hight rate of speed and crash it, killing both of them. Ha, not much chance of that.

"So?" I said as Johnny fell back down beside me.

"My job is done. Just call me Cupid," he said smugly.

"So sure of yourself," I said shoving him, "what if they don't come back. What will we do with Ken?"

"Kidnap him and take him to Texas with us, he sucks dick good."

"Be serious, what happened. Tell me all about it..." 

And so  he did.

We had just fallen asleep when we heard the sound of Todd's pickup, and he turned off the engine and coasted the last dozen feet or so. They were as quiet as possible opening and closing the doors, but they had to know we weren't going to go to sleep till we knew the outcome of their little talk.

I jumped up and pulled Johnny with me and we were headed their way almost as soon as their butts cleared the seats.

"Oh, hi...did we wake you?" Todd said quietly.

"No, we were waiting up?" I said softly, "We couldn't sleep till we knew you guys were okay."

"So...what happened?" Johnny asked impatiently, "I have a right to know," he pleaded.

Todd laughed, "Let's go for a walk.

As soon as we were clear of the campsite I took Johnny's hand in mine and was delighted to see that Todd did the same thing with Sam's hand. So hand in hand two couples walked to the lakes edge, and Todd and Sam excitedly recounted their conversation, but not the good parts that happened afterwards to seal the deal.

"No fair, we already know you do stuff," I whined, "I wanna hear all about the sex stuff."

"Or..." Johnny said, his voice tinged with lust, "how about you just do it all again, while me and Robert do the same thing?"

So, that's how we wound up having sex by the lake with Tod and Sam, who thanks to us, were now boyfriends. What an adventure it had been, and we weren't even out of the state yet.




                        End of Chapter 36


No matter where you go, there you are. And it seems there are horny teenage boys at every turn, and lots of opportunities to have some fun. Next, the boys head to Texas to lasso some longhorns...lol.
 


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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