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Tween to Teen
(sequel to My 11th Summer)

Chapter Nine
*The flood*
part two
by: Kewl Dad



 

We still had an hour or so of light left by the time we got back to the campsite so we decided to explore the creek and the spillway again. As we wound our way down the path to the spillway a family was coming toward us. The dad was husky and had a full beard and the mom was skinny and smoking a cigarette. They had two kids, both boys, one looked to be about 10 or so and the other a little older than us and we looked each other over as we passed.

We exchanged hellos as we passed and the two boys kept looking back at us as we went on toward the spillway. I heard them tell their parents something and pretty soon they came running back our way and fell into step with us like they were part of our group.

"I'm Lonnie, this is Daryl," the older boy said taking charge. 

Lonnie was skinny and freckle-faced with deep green eyes, but he was kind of cute as boys go. His little brother was more filled out, but not fat and was fair skinned, but didn't have as many freckles and was actually cuter. They were both shirtless and wearing cotton shorts and white tennis shoes but no socks.

"What you guys gonna do, cross the spillway?" Lonnie asked.

"Maybe, you all camping here?" Johnny asked taking charge as usual.

"Yep, in a camper, but me and Daryl gots our own tent."

"Cool, we're camping out too. Just us five and we got our own tent."

"Where are your folks?"

"His folks are up in a cabin by the lake," Johnny said pointing at me, "they check on us, but we're by ourselves now."

"Cool, is it okay if we go with go with you to the spillway?"

"Sure, we don't care...do we guys?"

No one cared and the boys seemed to fit right in with our group. Lonnie talked a lot, but he didn't seem all that smart for a kid his age (14 we found out). Daryl was actually 11 but he sure acted younger and was sort of short for his age, but he was friendly and I liked him more than Lonnie.

When we showed them how to surf the spillway the brothers went crazy and Daryl got dizzy and fell down. He hit his knee and started crying and I expected Lonnie to tend to him but instead he just seemed to ignore him. Once again I came to the rescue just as I had when Donnie had fallen.

I helped Daryl up and looked at his knee but it wasn't cut, just a little red and slimy from the moss on the spillway. I brushed it off and he winced but his tears soon dried up. 

"Thanks," he said smiling at me and I smiled back and patted him gently.

"Just be careful, it's slippery."

As we started across the spillway once more Daryl slipped his hand into mine as if it was the most natural thing in the world and I had a new buddy. I didn't mind really, he was a sweet kid and his brother sure didn't seem to care about him. I thought about what it would be like to be a big brother when our baby came, but it wouldn't be the same. I'd be 13 when my brother or sister was 1 and I'd always be 12 years older. It was weird to think about having a baby in our house, but I knew it would make my folks happy and that made me happy too.

By the time we got to the other side of the spillway  it was starting to get dark. We decided not to go up to the lookout and so we started back. Daryl eventually let go of my hand and walked beside his brother and Johnny came up beside me and gave me a playful shove.

"Practicing to be a big brother?" he teased.

"Yeah, I guess. The kid just latched onto me."

"It's cool. I bet you'll make a good big brother."

"I just know I won't be a jerk like your sister is," I said frowning.

Johnny laughed and slapped me on the back, "Yeah, she's a real bitch. I can't wait till she moves out."

By the time we got to the other side of the spillway it was dusky dark and we hurried back up the path to the campgrounds. There were a few streetlights scattered around the campgrounds, just enough to cast a soft glow over the roads, but for the most part it was dark.

The boys pointed to an old beat up Ford pickup with a camper on the back that looked like it had seen  better days and not far away under a tree was a small two man pup tent. Their campsite was just across the road from us and right behind the bathrooms.

We parted at the road and headed off to our campsite and them to theirs. I wondered about them, what they'd do for fun once they got in their tent, did they mess around like we did, or was that just wishful thinking? 

We built a fire and sat around it roasting marshmallows and telling stories and suddenly I looked up and saw who dark figures  headed our way. Even before they got close enough to see clearly I knew it was the two brothers and I was actually a little glad to see them.

"You guys care if we hang out over here till bedtime?' Lonnie asked shyly.

"Naw, go ahead pull up a stump, have a marshmallow," Johnny said offering a smoking brown marshmallow to Lonnie. 

I gave Daryl mine and he sat down next to me on my log and scooted as close as he could get and Johnny started over on the story he'd been telling. Daryl scooted even closer as the story got scarier and I thought for a minute he might climb in my lap.

Lonnie stretched his long skinny legs out and toyed with the fire, but he seemed to be paying close attention to Johnny's story. When the terrifying end came Lonnie just laughed, but I swear Daryl was shaking like a leaf.

"Want a pop you guys?" Johnny asked and we all said yes, but Lonnie and Daryl didn't say anything. I guess they thought he was just talking to us four, but when Johnny dragged out the ice chest and we all swarmed it to get our drinks Johnny called them over too.

"Get you a pop, we got lemon lime, root beer, cola, and punch."

"Daryl chose a fruit punch and Lonnie a root beer and the rest of us grabbed our favorite and sat back down again.

"So you guys live around here?" I asked as we sipped our drinks.

"Over in Prawr," he said slurring the name of our town Pryor.

"Really, so do we. What school do you go to?"

"I got to Roosevelt," Daryl said grinning.

"I'm in 8th grade at the Junior High, I should be in 9th but I got put back when I was in 5th grade."

"We'll be going to Junior High this fall, we'll probably see you around then."

"Yeah, I guess so. It's crazy that we met here."

"Yeah, really crazy."

Suddenly Daryl tapped my arm and motioned for me to lean down so he could talk to me, "I need to go pee, will you go with me?" he whispered in my ear.

I smiled and nodded, "Okay, we can go over here on the other side of the tent. It slopes and the pee runs down hill."

Lonnie didn't even look up, but Johnny gave me a smile as we passed him and I just shrugged. What could I do, the kid had certainly taken a shine to me.

When we got to the spot on top of the little incline Daryl pulled his shorts down and popped his little pecker out and let loose. He wasn't kidding, the kid really did  need to pee bad, and listening to his piss hit the ground reminded me I needed to pee too.

I pulled my shorts down enough to get my pecker out and started peeing and for a few moments our streams were splashing side by side. When Daryl's dried up he pulled his shorts back up and just stood there watching me pee.

"You got a bigger pecker than Lonnie," he said staring straight at my pride and joy.

"Really, so you've seen his pecker?"

"Yeah, lots of times. We sleep in the same bed at our house and he plays with it all the time. He makes this mess with some white stuff too. It's nasty," he said making a face.

"That's sperm and all boys get it when they get older and get hair and stuff."

"Do you play with your pecker?"

"Course', bout ever boy does I guess."

"Yeah, I do it too," he giggled, "It feels good, don't it?"

"Real good. Uh, do you and Lonnie ever....do it together?"

"Well, I'm not posed' to tell, but sometimes we touch each other's peckers and sometimes....I suck on Lonnie's pecker, but I don't let him put that sperm stuff in my mouth."

"That's called a blow job, and it feels really good too."

"Yeah, but he won't blow job me. It's not fair." 

"I laughed, "Well, I'd do it if we had time and it was private."

"You would?" Daryl said sounding excited.

"Yep, I would. Well, we should probably get back to the others...." I said stowing my junk.

"I'd blow job you too," Daryl said not budging.

"Well, there's no place to do it....."

"How bout over there?" He said pointing to a dark spot under a big tree.

I glanced that way and had to admit it was dark there and private, as long as we stayed on the other side of the tree no one could see us from the camp. The view was blocked by the tent too, but surely someone would come looking for us if we didn't come back soon. Still, the thought of sucking Daryl's hard little pecker was pretty exciting and I didn't even care if he sucked me back.

"We have to  hurry," I said giving in quickly.

He was all smiles as we hustled over to the tree and as he leaned against it I tugged down his shorts to reveal he wore no underwear and his little 2.5" pecker was already rock hard. I knelt and put my hands on his hips and moved my face to his crotch and inhaled his scent. He smelled like dirty boy with a slight trace of pee, but it wasn't a bad smell, in fact it was actually kind of exciting.

I felt him shiver as I grabbed his little spike and pulled back the foreskin. I liked that he was uncut and pulling back the skin had released a musky scent that mixed with his other smells nicely. I flicked my tongue out and he made a little mewling sound then a soft uhhh sound as I took his whole cock into my mouth.

 I reached between his legs and found his little pea sized balls in their tiny wrinkled bag and gave them a little attention as I sucked his cock in and out of my wet warm mouth. Not being used to such stimulation, Daryl reached his little dry orgasm within a few minutes. I could tell by the way he was breathing and shaking that it was a good one and when I was sure he was done I pulled back and kissed his tummy causing him to giggle.

"Was it good?"

"Real good. You do good blow jobs. Want me to do you now?"

"It's okay, we should get back before the others come looking for us. We'd been gone all of ten or fifteen minutes by then and I was sure at least Johnny was sure something was going on, but I doubted he's come looking. It was really Lonnie I worried about, but from the way he ignored Daryl earlier that probably wasn't going to happen.

"Okay, but I will if you want."

"It's okay, gotta save myself for later," I giggled.

Daryl took my hand again and we walked back to the campfire to find everyone still sitting in the same place except they'd broke out the hot dogs and were roasting them too.

"We got hungry for wieners," Johnny laughed, "you want one or did you already have a wiener?"

I blushed, but nodded, "I could eat another one."

Daryl acted like he was starved and ate a whole hot dog and a handful of chips before he announced he was full. But not too full for a cookie which he washed down with the rest of his pop. We talked some more as we ate and one by one the others, including Lonnie, went off to pee. When he was gone Johnny came over and sat by me and gave Daryl an appraising look. 

"So did you two have fun when you went to pee?"

"Uh huh, Robert blow jobbed me," the little rat said without hesitation.

Everyone in earshot cracked up and Daryl just smiled like he was happy to be the center of attention. About then a flash of lightening and the distant rumble of thunder broke the silence and Daryl scooted closer and trembled against me.

"What was that?"

"Thunder, I didn't know it was supposed to rain," Johnny said looking up. 

Clouds had moved in while we sat roasting hot dogs and marshmallows and the air had an electric feel to it. After all, this was Oklahoma, and the weather was always changing. In fact Will Rogers once said: "If you don't like the weather in Oklahoma, wait a minute, it'll change," and that was especially true in the spring and summer months. What had looked like a clear and sunny day had changed into a stormy one.

The brothers headed on back to their campsite before the rain started and we barely got the fire out and in our tent before the first heavy drops began to fall. I didn't know how waterproof the tent was but Larry said as long as we didn't leave the tent flaps open we'd be okay, so we zipped up tight and waited.

It was hot as heck in the tent with no ventilation, plus we were nervous as heck about whether we'd be blown away at any minute. The wind had got up and the thunder was so loud it hurt our ears and the lightening flashes lit up the tent casting eerie shadows on the walls.

I hovered close to Johnny as the rain started to come down really hard, but so far it was dry inside. We could hear the wind blowing and the rain coming down so hard it sounded like it was being dumped out in buckets. I had to admit I was more scared then I'd been in my whole life, but there was nowhere to run to and nothing we could do.

We expected it to let up eventually, but a half hour later it was still raining hard and we finally laid down and attempted to sleep. I snuggled up to Johnny and for once I didn't feel like doing anything sexy. I didn't want to be caught naked with a hard pecker if we got blown away and I think the others felt the same way. 

We didn't even undress, that's how scared we were, and of course that made us sweat even more. As I lay listening to the rain, next to Johnny who was on the outside by the tent wall,  I wondered if mom and dad were still awake and if they were worried about us. In fact I kept expecting them to drive up at any moment and honk for us to come go with them back to the dry cabin to ride the storm out, but they never came....well, not till later.

"What if the spillway bursts?" Donnie said from across the tent.

"Then we're all dead and the town will just wash away too," Johnny said seriously.

"Think the creek is flooding by now?" Larry asked.

"Probably, man it will be full tomorrow. We'll have to swim before we go."

"What if it gets so full it floods the park?" I asked nervously.

"We're far enough away and sort of on a hill, so we'll probably be safe."

"I hope so, I wish it would stop raining though." I muttered.

Those were the last words I uttered before I finally fell asleep and when I woke up sometime later I as aware of a heavy whoosing sound. The rain was still falling and the thunder roaring and as I sat up I could hear what sounded like a siren in the background. Later I would learn that it was a flood warning siren, but at the moment the other sound was what had me worried.

I shook  Johnny awake and he sat up rubbing sleep from his eyes and mumbled something I couldn't understand.

"Johnny what's that sound?"

"What," he said listening carefully, "Holy hell it's the sound of water rushing by."

Seconds later the torrent of water hit the tent and we found out just how waterproof it was as we were soon in six inches of water. The others woke up swearing and yelping and we all stood up and by then there was a foot of water covering the tent floor.

"We gotta get outa here," Johnny said taking charge, and for once I was very glad for his cool appraisal of the situation.

We followed him out the tent flap into the driving rain and looking back toward the creek all we could see was water. My heart lept into my throat. It was like a lake had formed while we slept and at the rate the water was rising we'd have drowned if we hadn't gotten out when we did. 

The water was flowing down the incline that ran away from our tent and pooling below so we couldn't got that way, but fortunately the paved road leading up the hill was only a hundred feet or so away. Johnny told us to join hands and that's all that saved Ricky because he fell in the mud and almost got swept away before we got him back on his feet.

The going was slow and we were waist deep in water by  the time we reached the base of the road but it was easy going once we got above the water. At the top of the hill I saw flashing lights and as we crested the hill I saw headlights then Uncle Joe's pickup and my dad standing there being held back by a fat cop.

When he saw us he pushed back the cop who yelled out a "Hey," but dad just ignored him as he ran to me, scooped me up and kissed me all over my face. It was kind of embarrassing, but heck I was glad to see him too.

"Oh Robert, I'm so sorry.  We fell asleep and didn't wake up till the sirens went off, by then most of the campground was flooded and the cops wouldn't let me come find you."

Mom was still in the truck, but when she saw dad run to me she jumped out and this time the cop didn't try to stop her. She joined the hug and even with rain coming down like crazy I could see both her and dad had tears in their eyes. That was all it took to make me start bawling and I buried my head in my dad's shoulder and really let go.

The others were gathered around us now, shivering and looking shocked and ready to cry themselves and that brought dad out of his stupor. 

"In the truck boys, we'll take you to the cabin  and get you dry."

I wanted to ride up front with my folks, but in the end my bond with my buddies was stronger and I think my dad understood even if my mom didn't. He held her shoulder when she started to protest and she gave in. 

As we piled down in the wet truck bed we finally realized what had just happened and our fear turned to excitement. We'd almost been washed away in a flood and we'd saved ourselves, well Johnny had really saved us, and we were damn proud.

"Good thinking Johnny," I said patting him affectionately, "You saved our asses this time."

He shrugged, but I could tell he was really proud and appreciated the complement. "It's a good thing you woke me up or we'd have been drowned like rats, so we both saved us."

"Way to go guys," Donnie said sounding happy despite all that had happened.

"I hope Lonnie and Daryl got out okay," I said as a hard knot formed in my stomach. What if they'd drowned? That cute little boy that had held my hand, and his brother, I wasn't sure I could handle news like that.

When we got back to the cabin, mom took charge. She ushered us into the bedroom and handed us towels and blankets and anything else she could find and told us to get out of our wet muddy clothes and dry off as good as we could and wrap up in the blankets and stuff.

When she was gone Johnny giggled, "She just told us to get naked together."

"Yeah, and since we don't have any dry clothes we'll have to be naked all night," I reminded him.

"What will we wear tomorrow?" Ricky asked sounding shy.

I shrugged, "Mom and dad will probably go wash and dry our stuff. I don't think they'll be anything left at the campsite though."

"If there was it'd be soaked and muddy too," Johnny reminded us, "I bet the tent is a total waste too. Sorry about your dad's tent Larry."

"Yeah, he'll be pissed, but I guess he'll be glad we didn't croak," he laughed.

"We dried off without even springing boners, which was unusual for us, and wrapped the blankets around us and went in to find my folks. They were still wet from going out in the rain, but as soon as we came out they went to dry off and change. 

While we waited the five of us squeezed into the couch and sat there waiting, discussing our near miss with death, and wondering what the campgrounds would look like tomorrow. One good thing was the rain seemed to have stopped so hopefully by tomorrow some of the water would have ran downstream and the campgrounds wouldn't be completely flooded.

Dad came out alone and announced that he had put mom to bed. "She's had a hard night and she and the baby need some rest. As for you guys, I guess one of you can sleep on the couch and the rest on the floor, but if I know you guys like I think I do, I bet you'll all sleep in the floor," he chuckled.

Suddenly I was exhausted and with dad's  help we made a pallet in the floor and piled down with our blankest and quilts and made a little nest for ourselves. Fortunately dad didn't hang around or he'd have seen me snuggle up to Johnny because I really needed the warmth and security he gave me right then.

When the lights went out we settled down and soon we were asleep. I had no idea what time it was, but I figured we had a few hours before the sun came up, if it did, and sleep never seemed like such a good idea as it did at that moment.

I awoke some time later to something hard pressed against my butt and I smiled. Johnny was snuggled up to my butt and hard as a rock. The storm had pushed all thoughts of sex out of our head, but now that we were safe and snug, well...why not?

Reaching back I grabbed his pecker and pulled the skin back causing him to moan softly.

"You awake?" I whispered.

"Uh huh."

I rolled over and faced him and leaned in for a kiss and he kissed me sweetly. His breath smelt like hot dogs and marshmallows and root beer. It's always been a wonder to me that kids don't get dragon breath like adults do.

I scooted down and took his cock in my mouth long enough to bring it to full hardness and get it wet then rolled back over and pushed my butt back against him. He took over then and with a sigh he lined up his pecker and pushed into my eager b-hole. He sank in like a hot dog in soft butter and it felt so good my own pecker was rock  hard and throbbing.

Johnny reached around and began working the skin on my pecker as he slowly moved in and out of my hot wet hole and pretty soon I was pushing back desperately to get more of him in me. His hand sped up on my cock as he fucked faster and suddenly my cock let loose, spewing cum all over the blanket that had fallen off of me. As my orgasm hit my ass clinched shut and that was enough to push Johnny over the edge and with one last thrust he began to spew his sticky boy seed in my guts. I could feel his cock expand and contract as he pumped out his sperm and it felt awesome.

When he was done he laid there a long time before pulling out and we both went to the bathroom to clean up. As we carefully manuvered around the other three boys I noticed that Ricky and Donnie were laying head to toe and looking closer I could see they were sucking each other's cock in the classic 69 position. I nudged Ricky with my foot and he giggled.

When we got back from the bathroom Larry was sitting up rubbing his eyes and watching Ricky and Donnie blow each other. "No fair, I want to play."

I eyed Johnny who just nodded and I fell down next to Larry and pushed him onto his back and attacked his dick and didn't let up till he'd come. He sighed happily and I swear he fell right back to sleep without so much as a thank you man. Johnny and I snuggled back up naked and fell asleep right after that.

I was awakened the next time by the sound of voices in the small kitchen and quickly pulled the covers over me and Johnny to hide our nakedness and our closeness, but of course it was too late.

I needed to pee really bad so I pulled my blanket around me and stood up just as dad peeked in from the kitchen. 

"Good you're awake. After breakfast I'm going to take your clothes into Langely and wash and dry them so you'll have dry clothes to wear. It's stopped raining and the sun is out. After you guys get dressed we'll go down and see if we can salvage anything from the camp. I'm hoping my Coleman cooler didn't wash away. Was it in the tent?"

"Yes, sir, but we left the door unzipped when we ran out. We were kind of in a  hurry."

Dad chuckled, "You boys don't know  how close you came to...well, let's not talk about that now. Later I'll tell you what happened."

Breakfast was scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast and wiped out the rest of the food mom and dad had brought. As we ate we talked about last night, embellishing our escape from the torrent of water coming through the camp, and making ourselves out to be heroes or something, but my parents didn't dispute our word. 

Eventually dad told us what had caused the flood and all that happened after it began. The rainfall set an all time record of 9" within the first three hours and the water had nowhere to go but  over the spillway and into the creek and eventually the campgrounds. There were only four local cops and they were too busy with flooding in other places to worry about the campgrounds, but the sheriff's department had been notified and were helping to evacuate the campgrounds. Unfortunately they thought our tent was empty and didn't even check, which later would get them in a lot of hot water with the press and the sheriff himself. 

But the crazy part was that the ones who told them our tent was empty was Lonnie and Daryl's folks. They wouldn't listen to Lonnie and Daryl who kept telling them we were probably in there and everything was so crazy  that they had to get out right away but they still kept begging them to go check on us.

Well, at least we knew the brothers got alive, and that they had tried to save us, but the stupid adults wouldn't listen...like always. Dad said that when he heard the sirens he knew exactly what it was but for some reason they hadn't gone off until it was almost too late. There was a lot of flack over that too and they did some work on the warning system after that night. All in all we were five lucky little ducks, and it scares me sometimes to think what might have happened if I hadn't woke up to the sound of roaring water and Johnny hadn't taken charge and led us out of there.

Dad washed and dried our clothes and was back in about an hour and we got dressed and piled into the pickup. We stood up the whole way rather than sit on the wet floor of the truck, but we didn't have far to go. 

The road leading into the park was still closed so we parked at the top of the exit ramp, the one we'd escaped up the night before, and got out of the truck. Walking to the edge of the exit ramp we gazed down on the park below us and got quite a shock. 

Although the water had receded, the creek was running full and at least a foot over the banks on either side. There were pools of water everywhere left behind when the water receded, but the roads were for the most part dry and passable.

Glancing toward where our campsite had been we saw that the torrent of water had washed the tent into the gully at the base of the hill along with all of our other stuff, but fortunately it hadn't gone any further.

"Come on let's walk down the road and see if we can get close enough to snag some of your stuff," dad said shaking his head, "What a mess."

The road was easy going except for a little mud here and there but when we stepped off into the grass our feet got really wet. Fortunately the sun was shining brightly and it was already starting to get warm out so it wasn't that uncomfortable. 

Walking on the grass was actually pretty easy but when we got to the area where the tent was it was pretty muddy. We were all wearing shorts, which was a good thing since we were up to our ankles in mud and water pretty soon. 

Dad managed to drag the tent out onto the grassy area and when it was free we found our styrofoam ice chest busted all to heck, the contents gone who knew where. One good thing though dad's Coleman cooler actually floated and wedged into some bushes and we were able to get it free. It still had six pops in it and some ice and not a drop of creek water. I guess some things are built to last.

We managed to get our gym bags out of the tent and even though they and everything in them was soaking wet at least we had clothes, all we had to do was wash them. The food was all ruined of course but we didn't care, this was our last day anyway and soon we'd be headed home. 

We stretched the tent out on one of the picnic tables and dad managed to get all the water out of it even though it was still soaking wet. We folded it up as best we could but dad said as soon as we got home we'd have to hang it up to dry or it would mildew.

We carried everything up to the truck, making a couple of trips, and once it was all stowed we begged dad to let us walk down to the creek and look around.

"Okay, but I'm going too. I want to see this with my own eyes. This is a first for me too."

Once we got to the edge of the creek, which was almost at the road now, we looked back toward the spillway, but surprisingly little water was coming over. Dad said they had probably closed the gates at Disney and were holding the water back on that side of the lake.

Still there was quite a bit of white water pouring over and if dad had let us we would have gone and surfed the spillway for real. Instead we walked the length of the road and checked out the creek while dad snapped a few pictures with the Kodak Brownie he'd produced from somewhere. Later a few of photos wound up in The Pryor Daily Times, our local newspaper, but as far as I know dad never got a penny for them.

"Come on boys let's get out of here. We've seen all there is to see and we have a long drive ahead of us."

Mom had tidied up the cabin and got everything packed while we were at the campsite and we loaded them up in the truck and drove to the office so dad could drop off the key to the cabin. He was only gone a minute and then we were one our way.

The trip back home was uneventful, though we did stop in Salina for a drink and to use the bathroom at the park there. We were tired and worn out and the reality of what had  happened to us was finally sinking in and I think everyone just wanted to go home where it was safe and comfortable and forget it for a while.

We dropped Donnie off first and dad went in and explained what had happened just in case Donnie's memory wasn't so good I guess, but dad said they didn't seem that upset.

Next was Larry's house and dad had me get out and  help him with the tent. Larry's dad came out and my dad told him what had happened and although he seemed concerned he said that he trusted dad to do the right thing and he was just happy it all turned out okay.

We helped him  hang the tent on the clothesline and he said he and Larry would hose it off and it would be just fine once it dried off.

Next we dropped off Johnny and I walked him to the door. His dad was gone somewhere but his mom was home and together we managed to tell her what happened at the camp. She looked worried at first, then when I told her that Johnny basically saved us she smiled and actually hugged him to her, something I hadn't seen in a long time.

I finally said goodbye and piled back in the truck with Ricky and we headed to my house. The original plan had been for Ricky to spend the night but dad said we'd have to call his aunt and uncle and tell them what happened and see if they still wanted him to stay over.

I was sort of nervous, but they took the news pretty well and Ricky got to stay. Mom dug our clothes out of our gym bags and washed them while we showered and changed. I loaned Ricky some clothes since we were pretty much the same size and by dinner time all our stuff was clean and dry.

We ate fried chicken and mashed potatoes and gravy, black-eyed peas, and hot rolls with butter and honey and nothing had ever tasted so good. As much as I'd enjoyed our campout and the adventure of almost being swept away in a torrent of water, it was good to be back at my boring old home.

After dinner Ricky and I played outside till it got dark then came in and watched TV with the folks, laying at their feet and playing with plastic Army men and jeeps and tanks at the same time. After all we were only 12 and still kids at heart, and despite the fact that later we'd be having sex, we still acted like kids most of the time.

Around nine mom called it a night and dad soon followed her. Ricky and I watched TV for about a half an hour then turned it off and headed to bed. We peed and brushed our teeth and in my room we stripped down to our undies and piled into my bed side by side.

"This was a crazy weekend," Ricky sighed.

"Yeah, but fun...well, except for the flood," I chuckled.

"Johnny really saved us...didn't he?"

"Yeah, he really did. He's so brave and smart sometimes it's like he's older or something."

"He's a neat kid, I'm glad we're friends now. I can see why you like him so much."

"Jealous?" I teased.

"Maybe, if I had a friend like Johnny I'd hang onto him too."

"You don't think it's weird...that we're together?"

"No, not weird, cool..really cool. Rad in fact."

"Thanks, so...what do you want to do?" I said rubbing my foot against his.

"Anything you want to do. I'm so horny," he giggled.

"Let's suck each other then...at the same time."

"Okay," Ricky said happily.

I peeled back the covers and turned around so my head was at this feet and we rolled onto our sides and lined ourselves up. Since were pretty much that same height it was easy to do and when we had it just right I reached over and grabbed Ricky's pecker and started licking it.

He giggled then grabbed mine and licked back and then we started playing with each other's balls and ass and then the sucking really began.

We took it slow, rubbing each other's body as we sucked and licked, enjoying the feeling of being alive and having sex. We lasted a long time, maybe a half hour or so that night, and when we finally came even Ricky shot a pretty big load. 

We swallowed and licked each other clean then I crawled back up and pulled the sheet over us and we snuggled up and went to sleep. 

It had been a great weekend and a perfect ending to a great summer, but what lay ahead would be mixed with joy and pain. As they say, every ending has a new beginning, and that was true for all of us as we ended that summer and began a new chapter in our lives.


End Chapter Eight
Next: New Kid on the block and back to school.






 





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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. Adolescent (A poem and story by Kewl Dad)
  2. A Christmas for Joey
  3. Accidental Dad
  4. Alex and Aidan *
  5. Andy Tastes Like Candy
  6. At the Dike
  7. Black Cock
  8. Boy Glory Hole
  9. Christmas Boy
  10. Cory *
  11. Corey's Scent
  12. CL Cock Sucker
  13. Dirt Bikes and Blowjobs
  14. DMV Boy
  15. Dougie's Story * (#Part three of a series)
  16. The Family *
  17. The Ginger and the Chub
  18. Hair Salon Boy
  19. Little Brother's Feet *
  20. Lost in Fear *
  21. Mars
  22. McChicken
  23. My Best Friend's Dad  (Related series to my Son's Best Friends)
  24. My Not so Miserable Life (This story is one of my favorites)
  25. My Little Runaway * (#Part one of a series)
  26. My Son's Best Friends  *
  27. My 11th Summer
  28. One Night
  29. Poindexter Files *
  30. Rabbit: A Christmas Story
  31. Second Chance for Love
  32. Six Black Boys
  33. Skateboard Christmas 2015
  34. Skateboard Boy *
  35. Sudden Family *
  36. Taking a Chance on Love
  37. The Year I Learned to Love my Brother (TYILTLMB) *
  38. The Reynolds Twins *
  39. Tommy Boy * (#Part two of a series)
  40. To the Max
  41. Tracy *
  42. Tween to Teen
  43. What a Dollar Will Buy
  44. Voyagers (In collaboration with DouglassDD, TrueFan, and Zarek Dragon)
And as Smoothperator52

It's Amazing What Sex Can do for a Guy (the story of a boy's first time with a boy and first time with a girl)