Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2005 14:24:50 -0800 (PST) From: bernie Subject: Weekend at the Pond After school let out my parents finally allowed me and my friends to head to the pond with out having to ask permission first. They thought that the weather would be pretty constant and almost always above 70 degrees, if not 80 or so. The first day of summer break was always a big day at the pond. There were about 20 homes around our pond. About 15 kids in all lived in the association. That's what they called our neighborhood. An association. Anyway, when I got to the pond Eric and Jon were already diving off the raft. There were a couple other guys there as well, probably summer visitors to the asociation. About 10 homes not directly on the pond were along roads near the pond. The new guys were probably from one of those camps. Renters probably. Every year we had new folks in the area, renting summer camps. I pulled off my sweats, of course wearing speedos underneath, and swam out to the raft. The new guys introduced themselves as Jim and Jack. They were brothers from New Jersey. They had matching bathing suits, not speedos, but equally tight, more like spandex shorts instead of bikini styles. Either way, they did the same for them. Their fabric was stretched to near breaking around their bulges. The two looked the same age, but some enough I found that they were not twins, just close in age. They could have passed for twins, right down to the side of their shorts that they tucked themselves. Eric and Jon had their swim team speedos on, like me. Red with a zig zag yellow lightning bolt on the left side. Eric's bulge wrapped around to meet the zag. Jon was not so blessed and barely showed a bulge at all. If you haven't noticed I am very interested in guy's bulges, or at least what makes them bulge. I'm not so sure anyone realizes this fact, actually I live in fear someone might. After 20 minutes of diving and wrestling on the raft, we head out to swim to the small island about 300 meters from the raft. We half raced, half tried to drown each other along the way. Jim and Jack proved to be pretty good swimmers, even though they were not any swim team. Jon was far the best swimmer, blessed in other areas I suppose. Eric and I did our best to stay afloat with the periodic grabbing and pulling along the way. I never really tried racing with someone draggin my ankle down with each kick before. I thought I was about to drown by the time I got to the island. The island didn't have any kind of beach at all. Mostly rock and bushes. I pulled myself up on one of the larger rocks and and rolled on my back. The sun was hot. I could feel the water dry almost instantly as I lay there. My red shorts soaked up the rays and my groin warmed quickly. I felt tired and exhausted from the short swim out. Eric pulled up beside me and layed next to me with his shoulder touching mine. Jon took Jim and Jack around the small island on sort of a tour. I closed my eyes and could feel the sun, I could see red through my eyelids. I was so tired. I woke up to the feeling of someone grabbing my ankles. I thought I was dreaming of the swim out to the island. But then I felt someone grab my wrists as well. The my shorts were pulled down as I opened my eyes to see the guys attacking me. Or so I thought. I realized I was sporting a boner as it slapped against my stomach as my speedos were pulled to my knees. Eric had one arm, Jon another, Jim my ankles, and Jack had my speedos in hand. As suddenly as I was awoke and stripped, I was airborne and being tossed into the pond. I nearly had a heart attack as I landed in the cool water. My cock retracted back into my body and I fought to get my speedos back on before they floated away. I came up howling. The guys were laughing up on the rock. They took turns cannon balling into the water around me, still laughing. We calmed down after a bit of wrestling again, cock now relaxed again. We got out and Eric explained when I fell asleep, I got a boner. Jack had offered the idea of pantsing me and the group joined in. It was all in fun. The embarrassment lasted the rest of the day. We swam back with less attempted drowning this time as each of us was getting tired. Once we go to the shore, we decided we should bring our new friends out on a camp out. Last summer Eric, Jon, and I had camped out about half the nights. About the only thing stopping us was thunderstorms or the occasional family night. Jon decided we should pack it out to the far side of the pond. We owuld meet up at the beach and hie around the pond about 7 pm. That would give us time to get home, change, and eat. I stopped by Jon's on the way back to the beach. He asked me if I was cool with what they did to me earlier, I just said, "no harm, no foul." He laughed. We got to the beach and Eric was already waiting. Before long Jim and Jack walked up clinking with each step. "what's in the bag?" "Some drinks, that's all," Jim said. We followed Jon's lead around the path cut in the woodline around the pond. Quickly we had two tents set up and a small fire burning. Jim left the fire and cam eback with his pack. He pulled out a six pack of glass bottles and a long bottle like whiskey. "Where'd that come from?" "Just our drinks!" Jim replied. He handed each of us a warm beer, but beer none the less. I thought it tasted nasty but drank it anyway. Then the bottle was passed around for a swing. It was worse than the beer, but it warmed my stomach- that felt good. Jim added, "there's more where that came from." He went into his tent and brought out another bottle, this one blue berry brandy. Now, that one tasted much better as we passed the bottles around and around. The night was warm and humid. I had a bit of a buzz pretty quick. It wasn't the first time I drank alcohol, but I knew it would be the drunkest I ever got when Jim again came back with two more bottles. This time a bottle of wine and another of whiskey. Jon grogged the words out of his mouth that if we were gonna go swimming at all we had better do so before we opend more bottles. Jack said they hadn't brought trunks- not knowing we were gonna be swimming. "You can swim in underwear," Eric said. "Or you can just go skinny dipping," I blurted out without even thinking. Jim lashed back with, "Or we can all just go skinny dipping!" We all got a good laugh out of that, but Jim stood up, ripped off his shirt and dropped his pants to bare skin and ran to the pond. His brother quickly followed. Eric, Jon and I did the same after a short pause. With dicks flopping in the air and mildly discoordinating buzzes we splashed into the pond. The cool water seemed warmer than earlier in the day. The warm seemed to wrap me in a nice embrace and the slick water played at my balls and cock. My cock sprang to life. We were much closer to the island on this side of the pond. We swam outto the rock face and climbed up. That's when we noticed each of us was half to fully hard. No one seemed very shy about it though. Except maybe Jon. He stayed in the water wading in the deep pool under the rock. Maybe it was because he never tired of swimming. Maybe it was to hide his tiny cock. We bombed him with cannon balls and belly flops. After a particularly dynamic belly flop, Eric came up screaming. He had flopped and consequently smashed his balls. He was in tears and his cock retracted to nearly nothing. He crawled up on the rock and curled into a fetal position holding hisself. I came over, still sporting a raging hard on. I bent down to see if Eric was O.K. and he sprang up, bear hugged me, and we crashed into the water on top of Jon. Now in a full force wrestling match of hands and flesh and feet and cock and faces, we pulled and pryed at each other. I had a leg pushing into my cock and the thrashing made a feeling against my cock like I was pressing into a mattress, only smooth and wet and warm. I could feel my cock about to explode. I got flipped upside down in the water and felt hands on my ass. The hand slipped around as I turned and the hand rubbed across my cock and that was all it took. I could feel the streams of cock juice pump out of me. I thrust my hips into the hand and then chest of someone. I spunked two or three major times. thrusting into whatever flesh my cock could find. I came up barely able to breath. My cock shunk as I unloaded everything I had. I swam to the rock as the other guys continued to wrestle. I watched trying to figure out who I had just creamed. The splashing continued and Eric was the next to leave the pile of armed and legs and cocks flashing in the water. Eric climbed up the rock and I could see cum still hanging on hs cock and cock hair. But it wasn't mine, it was still leaking out of his own cock. Dripping in think globs. He scruried up the rock and sat with his legs together, now trying to hide his cock. We sat beside each other watching the three continue their wrestling match. Jim was behind Jack holding his arms around his brother and what appeared to look like Jim humping his brother from behind. Jon was under water, but then sprang up with Jack's leg and turned Jim and Jack over. We could see Jack's cock flagging out of the water for and instant, and then see Jim pushing his hips into Jack as they rolled in the water. Jon came swiming to the rock and climbed up with his small cock standing fully erect. He plopped down beside us and watch Jima nd Jack continue to roll in the water for another minute. When they finaly finished their tussle, Jim and Jack both climbed out of the water with deflated dicks. I assume this meant they too got a bit of a wank during the wrestle. Jon seemed to be the only one who didn't get his cock off. No one said a thing. Eric dove into the water and swam for shore. Jon followed, still sporting his tiny flag. We continued, raced for shore and pulled on our shorts. Jim his pants, and Jac his sweats. Jons speedos barely pressed a buldge, but he looked hot in his suit. We gathered around the fire which was nearly out. Eric pushed more sticks into the fire and Jim handled the bottles around again. Not much was said, and the bottled circled around. I felt a bit dizzy as I stodd to take a piss. I stumbled to about 20 feet behind the tent, and Eric called out, "Need a hand?" Jim answered for me, "I think he already got that." That broke the ice for Jack to comment, "I think I got more than that. I think I got boofed back there." We all laughed and began relating how each of us got a good feel from the wrestle. Jon was quiet. Finally I said, "you O.K. Jon?" "Jim and Jack were so busy with each other, I never did get off." With that, Jim jumped across the fire and pinned Jon down. We instinctively knew what Jim was doing. Jack held his legs and Eric one arm, and me another. Jim tore the speedos off of Jon and Jon's cock leaped. Jim grabbed at Jon's cock and began pumping away. Then to our surprise Jim buried his face in Jon's groin. Slurping and licking. Jon was squeeling and wiggling. Jon began to push his groin into Jim's face and Jim continued to suck Jon. Jim lifted back as Jon fired load after load of hot cum. It landed on his own face and chest. Jim swirled it around Jon's chest with his hands. Then slapped Eric lightly across the face with a cum filled hand. Eric let go of Jon and was on top of Jim now. Jack tore his brothers pants down and off. Jack pushed his face into his brothers lap much like Jim had done for Jon. Eric got off of Jim, but Jim didn;t fight Jack off. He laid back and enjoyed the blowjob. Very soon Jim was pumping his cock into his brother's face and jack was loving it. Obviously these two had done this before. Jack came up with cum running out the sides of his mouth. Jim's cock continued to pulse and drip cum. Eric looked at me with strange eyes and I didn;t know what to do. Jon looked over at me and then Eric looked at Jon and then at me again. My cock was pching my speedos open and trying to escape the fabric. Eric too was raging. I pulled my own speedos down and off and Eric did too. He dove over to me and we rolled into the sand and Jon followed. We dry humped and wrestled and pushed our cocks into flesh as we did just an hour before in the water. I glanced over and saw Jim sucking Jack. When the rolling stopped, I was in a 69 with Eric. Sand covered and scraped, but still sucing on each others cock. Jon was rubbing my back and sliding his cock on my ass cheeks. I think Eric and I came at the same time. I couldn't release his cock as I pushed my firing cock into his mouth. He fired a load that pumped and pumped warm salty liquid across my tongue.