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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Camping with Mark by Dirty Old Man (jman46554@hotmail.com) *** On a camping trip alone to a favored spot where 2 thirteen-year-old boys discovered each other. A story about the beginning of a long-time relationship. (mm- teens, 1st-gay-expr) *** Mark and I camped out a couple times every month when the weather was warm enough, which, with our short summer season here in Montana, wasn’t nearly often enough for us. Mark and I were best friends. We camped near a lake several miles from the ranch house his family has owned for generations. Mr. Schultz camped here with my Dad when they were kids, and so did his dad before him. The lake is more like a pond; it covers only a couple dozen acres, but it’s surrounded by trees and rocks, and it’s fairly deep. We’d rigged up a rope swing, so we could jump right into the middle of it. It’s a great place for a couple 13-year-old boys to hang out, horse play, talk. Just have a great time. Mom gave us a 12’ tent, a Coleman lantern, and a cook stove from her sporting goods store in town. It’s a great time. There’s even an outhouse Mr. Schultz built near the lake. Wrestling was nothing new to us. We’d grappled since we were small boys. However, on our previous camping trip, Mark seemed to want to do nothing else. He attacked me in the water; he tackled me in the grass; we even scuffled in the tent and nearly knocked it down. He even assaulted me when I was dressing! I have to admit there was something exciting about being in physical contact with him, but I didn’t fully comprehend what I was feeling. Looking back on it now, I’m not sure if Mark grasped it, either. The strangest thing happened shortly before Mr. Schultz drove the Jeep out to pick us up. I came out of the outhouse. Mark was nowhere to be seen, but I didn’t think anything of it. I just went into the tent to put my stuff into my backpack. There was Mark. He was sitting on his sleeping bag. His shorts lay in a heap on the ground, and he held his shirt up around his neck. He held his hard cock firmly in his hand, and was furiously stroking it. My five-inch prong stiffened instantly. I had discovered jacking off when I was 11. Seeing my best friend with his schlong in his hand didn’t surprise me. We'd discussed jerking off before. I simply dropped my shorts and whacked away. It wasn’t long before he groaned, and jism erupted from his cock. Seconds later, my own orgasm struck me, and my come mixed with his on the floor of my tent. We both got dressed, and broke camp. We never discussed what we had done. Our next camping trip approached. Thursday afternoon, we rode horses out to the camp site to set up camp. Mr. Schultz didn’t mind us taking the horses for a few hours, but he didn’t think we’d be responsible enough with them to keep them over the weekend. It was a warm day. I was sweaty by the time we got the horses tied to a tree, so I peeled off my T-shirt, and we started to pitch the tent. Within seconds, something heavy slammed into me, throwing me off my feet. It was Mark! We rolled around on the ground, wrestling, and laughing, genuinely enjoying ourselves. His young, hard body rubbing against mine felt exhilarating. We tussled for several minutes, and then, just as suddenly as it started, we broke apart. My feeling of discomfort came from the beginnings of a hard-on that I hoped my loose-fitting shorts concealed. I wasn’t too confident, though. His shorts didn’t hide his growing cock. We laughed and talked while we finished setting up camp. My relief was obvious when my cock withered. I certainly didn’t want my best friend to get the wrong idea! We sat by the lake and told stories about the girls we knew in school. He told me about hugging and kissing several of them, and even got to squeeze Stacy Fulbright’s ass. I lied, claiming to get some hugging and kissing, too. I hung behind him when we started toward the horses. Halfway across the clearing, I caught him with a perfectly executed flying tackle! We rolled around in the long grass, fighting, delighted in our camaraderie. I didn’t understand what was going on in my body. I just knew I liked the feel of his youthful body rubbing against mine. He finally got me down, and sat astride me. My cock throbbed in my shorts, and I could tell he had a hard- on, too. He had a strange look in his eyes, smoldering. It both confused and excited me. His hands circled my biceps, holding my arms firmly to the ground. Just the knowledge that our dicks were lying side by side, separated by just our clothes, somehow confused and excited me, too. Suddenly, he let me up again. Rearranging ourselves, we saddled the horses and started back. Neither one of us talked much on the ride back to the ranch house. I was lost in thought, trying to figure out what I was feeling. Mom was waiting for me when we got back. I hopped into the truck almost immediately. That night, I was impatient for bedtime, and finally retired early, claiming exhaustion. Once in bed, I eagerly gripped my cock and stroked it enthusiastically. Three strokes later, I spilled my seed all over my bed as waves of pleasure broke over me. It was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever felt. School seemed to last forever Friday. When it finally let out, Mark and I set out immediately for our camp site. Ten minutes after Mr. Schultz let us off, we were rolling around on the ground scuffling. Both of us had taken off our shirts, and were wearing only shorts. Before long, he had me backed up against a tree, flat on my back. My cock began to stir. A funny look crossed his face as he pinned me tightly to the ground. Neither one of us moved. Glancing down quickly, I noticed the front of his shorts tented out. Something smoldered in his eyes. Imperceptibly, he moved his face closer to me. I felt an excitement course through me that I couldn’t understand; I just understood I liked what I was feeling. I tilted my face up towards him. I could feel his rock- hard dick against my stomach as my cock throbbed against his leg. The nearby woods were quiet, no scurrying of woodland animals, no twittering of birds, not even the buzzing of insects. Mark’s nipples were tiny, hard little points. His face got closer to mine. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more tension. Suddenly, he jumped off me and ran toward the lake. "I’m going swimming, Brandon!" he called over his shoulder. I jumped up and raced off after him. I caught him just as we got to the edge. "Let’s skinny dip!" I cried. Keeping my back to Mark, I dropped off my shorts, climbed to the top of the rocks, and grabbed the rope, which helped to hide my throbbing hard-on. Taking a running jump, I swung far out over the lake and dropped into the chilly water below. The cool lake water had the desired effect as my cock instantly began to deflate. I surfaced quickly, shaking the water out of my eyes soon enough to see my naked best friend swing out over the surface of the lake and drop into the pond several feet from me. It was still early in the season. Melting snow filled the mountain brooks that fed the lake; it was cold, but not unpleasantly so. Two small creeks fed the lake, one trickling in from the east and the other cascading in from the west over a fifteen-foot waterfall near the rocky platform where our rope was. Another small stream took the lake water southeast where it eventually fed the Missouri River. During the warm summer months, we’d shower in the waterfall, but it was just too cold for that now. We swam around, horsing around, splashing water on each other. I wanted him to make physical contact with me. I had enjoyed the feel of his body against mine, but he never did. Finally, I climbed out of the lake, and lay down naked on the rock. The late afternoon sun felt warm on my cool skin, and the sun-baked rock I lay on warmed my back and ass. A couple minutes later, Mark emerged from the lake and lay down next to me. I cracked open my eyes, and was glad to see he remained naked, too. We lay side by side, soaking up the sun’s warmth and drying off. I felt him roll over, and opened my eye a slit. He lay on his side, staring intently in my face. I glanced down his body. His cock was soft, but his ball sac looked huge. I looked back in his face. "What?" I asked. "Truth or Dare?" We had played "Truth or Dare?" for about a year. The truths were almost always something sexual. "Who do you most want to have sex with? Do you really think those naked Internet pictures of Britney Spears are real? If you had your choice, and you had to fuck one or the other or you’d be killed, would you rather fuck my grandmother, or your sister?" The dares, on the other hand, were always stupid. "Stick your face in the lake for 30 seconds, and don’t get any other part of your body wet. Go hug that tree. Take off one shoe and run from here to the edge of the clearing and back again as fast as you can." Really intelligent shit. We had added certain rules to "Truth or Dare?" Truths and Dares could have multiple parts, but it had to be stated clearly before the first part. We could take no more than three Truths between Dares. After three Truths, we had to take a Dare. Anyone caught lying in a Truth had to take three consecutive Dares. Any time a Dare wasn’t completed, another Dare had to be taken next time. I rolled over on my side. Only a couple inches separated our naked bodies. I liked the closeness of his body to mine. The tension that had dissipated while we were swimming came back with stunning strength. "Truth." "Name one girl you’ve kissed." I thought for a moment. I hadn’t kissed any, but the chances of getting caught were slim. I could lie about it, and probably get away with it. But I needed to make it believable. I couldn’t claim Cindy Brock, the head cheerleader. Nobody, not even me, would believe it. Quickly, before I gave it away, I said, "Angela Greeley." She was a good-looking girl at school, but not too good looking. Popular, without being too popular. We were friends, but not too good friends. What is most important, it was believable that she’d let me kiss her. The perfect kissing partner for a Truth or Dare lie. "Truth or Dare?" I said promptly, keeping the discussion of the Truthful kiss that never happened down. "Truth." "OK. Your turn. Name one girl at school you’ve kissed." He didn’t bat an eyelash. "Donna Flaherty. Truth or Dare?" "Truth!" "Angela Greeley. Donna Flaherty. Tracie Evans. Which one would you rather fuck?" Typical "Truth or Dare" question. About three girls in school. "Donna! She got the biggest tits! Back attcha! Truth or Dare?" "Truth." "Did you really grab Stacy Fulbright’s ass?" "Do you remember that black eye I had last winter, Brandon?" "Uh-huh." "Her brother Dan gave it to me for grabbing her ass. Truth or Dare?" I was feeling froggy, so I said, "Dare." He looked surprised, but quickly relaxed. "This is your Dare. I Dare you, on my next Dare, to Dare me to do the exact same thing that I Dare you to do." I blinked. I wasn’t sure if I understood him correctly. "Lemme get this straight. Next time I give you a Dare, it’s got to be the same Dare as the next Dare you give me? Right?" He smiled. "You got it!" I shrugged. That should be easy enough. I didn’t know why he was Daring himself, but if he wanted to, what did I care? I knew it wouldn’t be a tough one. He hated tough Dares. "Truth or Dare?" "Truth." "OK. So you’ve grabbed Stacy Fulbright’s ass. Have you ever grabbed a tit?" He thought for a moment. "Well, last week, Rhonda and I tripped over each other, and my hand landed on her tit. Does that count?" I bit my lip. He’d touched a tit, all right. "I don’t think touching your little sister’s tit when you're tripping over each other counts, Dude." He nodded. "I didn’t think so, either. But it was worth a try. Besides, her tit was little, hard and knobby." "She’s only 11," I agreed. "Yeah, but you’d fuck her." "In a... I’ll take a Truth." "You’d fuck my sister, right?" "In a New York minute! Truth or Dare?" "Truth." I thought for a moment. I’m an only child, the only child of a single mother. "It ain’t fair," I groused. "I don’t have a sister to ask if you’d like to fuck!" "Your loss, Dude!" I growled at him, and then laughed. "OK, smart ass. Rhonda’s cute, and Vickie’s got big knockers. Which one of your sisters, your younger sister or your older sister, would you rather fuck? Rhonda, or Vickie?" "Dude! That’s gross!" I laughed. "One or the other, Dude. Gun’s held to your head. You gotta fuck Rhonda or Vickie. Which one’s it gonna be?" He thought for a moment. "OK, Brandon, but they can’t tell anyone. Right?" I rolled away from him, laughing so hard my sides hurt. "It ain’t gonna happen, asshole! It’s just what if? Of course they ain’t gonna tell!" He thought again for several seconds. "OK, Dude, but you can’t tell anyone, OK? You ain’t gonna tell anyone I’m weird, right?" "Relax, Dude," I sighed. "It’s just us. I ain’t gonna tell anyone." He seemed really nervous. "OK. I saw Vickie’s tits a couple weeks ago. I didn’t know she was in there. I went into the bathroom as she’s getting out of the shower. There she was, and there they were. I got a good look at them, Dude." "Dude!" I sighed in admiration. "I jerked off that night. All I could think about was Vickie’s tits. Man! They were gorgeous. I’d rather fuck Vickie, ‘cause she’s got a great set of tits! But, I wouldn’t even mind fucking her. I mean, I’ve thought about it several times. I thought about her when I was whacking off. It’s not something I’m trying to do. I’m not trying to fuck my sister, you know? But if the situation arose, I wouldn’t turn it down, you know what I mean? I mean, she’s my sister, and I don’t wanna fuck my sister ‘cause it’s weird. But she has nice tits. It’s confusing. You don’t think I’m weird, do you?" I shook my head. "Nah!" "Yeah. She’s got a great set of knockers. Truth or Dare?" He hadn’t taken a Dare yet. But I was interested to see what Dare he wanted to give me, which I would give to him. Curiosity got the better of me. "Dare." "You sure?" "Mm-hmm. Go for it." He smiled a crooked grin. "Are you sure you’re sure?" "Hey, it can’t be that bad, Dude," I said, standing up. "You have to take a Dare next time, and I have to give you whatever Dare you give me now back to you. And you’re a wimp!" "Why you standing up? Chicken?" "I’m hungry. When we finish this round of Dares, I wanna go get something to eat. Now, Dare me, dammit!" "OK. You asked for it. Here’s your Dare. I Dare you to stay naked until it’s time for us to go home Sunday night. I Dare you to wear nothing from now on." I was intrigued. But I was also cautious. "You know you gotta take a Dare next time." "Yeah." "And, according to my first Dare, I gotta Dare you to do the same thing." "Mm-hmm. Dare!" "It still gets cold at night. What if we get cold?" "When we go to sleep, we can get in our sleeping bags. We can if we get cold, too. Dare!" "But... But... But, what... what about, uh, bugs?" "There ain’t no bugs up here! You know that! How long have we camped here? We never had a problem with bugs! Dare!" I was fascinated. Mark had come up with one of the best Dares ever! He had stood up, too, and it looked like his cock was awakening. I knew I felt the first stirrings of an approaching hard-on. If it felt good to have his shirtless body rubbing against mine, I thought, it must feel even better to have his nude body rubbing mine. I finally decided that this could be interesting. "Back attcha," I said. "Same Dare. I Dare you to remain nude until it’s time for your Dad to come and pick us up Sunday night." I stuck out my hand. "Shake on it!" He should have known better. We’d done this to each other many times over the years. As he grasped my hand to shake, I gripped firmly and flung him hard toward the edge of the rock, to dump him into the lake. He should have known better, but so should have I. As I hurled him toward the precipice, ready to release him to the deep, he grabbed my hand with both of his. He sailed over the edge, dragging me behind him. We plummeted into the cold water, screaming in delight. We hit the water nearly simultaneously, and immediately began to wrestle in the water. I quickly became aware of his hard cock rubbing against my thigh, tapping my ball sac, bumping into mine. My own cock, equally hard, swelled with every caress against his body. My need for an orgasm built quickly. We thrashed about in the water, rubbing our bodies against each other. Suddenly, we found ourselves in waist deep water. Our arms were around each other’s waist. Our cocks nestled next to each other, pinned between our pelvises. I held my best friend tightly and rubbed my cock against him. He did the same to me. I didn’t care. I really needed to come. I was horny beyond belief. We got a good rhythm going, with him thrusting up as I backed off, then he backed off as I thrust upward. Suddenly, he groaned loudly, and thrust up as hard as he could. I looked down in time to see the first gob of his white cum exploding from the head of his dick. That was all it took for me. My safety valve released. I moaned as loudly as I could. Waves of pleasure burst across me. I felt tingles of electricity jolt along my nerves. Huge gobs of my semen rocketed out of my cock. Our moans ricocheted around the lake. Spurts of hot cum, both Mark’s and mine, landed on my chest and belly. I could hear some drip into the lake water. Finally, the spasms passed. We both relaxed. Cum coated our chests and bellies. "That was wild!" I sighed. We both took a step away from each other. Minnows poked at the coagulating cum floating on the lake. "Hey, check it out, Brandon! They’re eating our cum!" Mark laughed. "Eeeewwwww!" I cried. "That’s gross!" We looked at each other. I couldn’t tell what he thought, but I had enjoyed what had just happened. I wanted it to happen again, but I wasn’t sure how to make it happen. I could see Mark was thinking, too. He didn’t look like he was grossed out by what we had done. Judging by his cries when we were both coming, I was sure he had enjoyed it, too. At least, I hoped he had. Then, maybe he’d want to do it again. "That was fun!" he said suddenly. Without warning, he dipped his hands into the lake, sprinkled water on my chest and started to clean me off. I pushed him a few feet farther out into the lake and began to wash him off, too. We rubbed each other’s chest and stomachs, cleaning off our drying cum. When he caressed my dick, I knew we weren’t finished making each other feel good. While I lit a fire in the fire pit, and fried a couple hamburgers on the camp stove Mom gave me, Mark spread a big blanket on the ground next to the fire. "What’s the blanket for?" I asked as we got ready to eat. "We gotta be naked," he said. "We dared each other to stay naked until it’s time to go home. Well, I don’t know about you," he continued, plucking a dry grass stalk out of the ground, "but I don’t want this poking up my butt!" We talked about girls while we ate. Seventh grade was almost over, and we’d be eighth graders, the B. M. O. C.’s next year, which we both looked forward to. I didn’t feel uncomfortable being naked with him. It felt natural. It felt like we had always done it, even though we had rarely exposed ourselves to each other. We draped napkins over our laps after grease dripped off my hamburger into my pubic hair. Supper over, we carefully cleaned up our campsite. Mr. Schultz showed us a couple times what would happen if we weren’t careful with our garbage before he ever allowed us to camp by ourselves. He left some garbage out in the open. Bears found it, and tore it to shreds. It was a mistake neither one of us ever made. We settled on the blanket. It was beginning to get dark, and I figured we’d go to bed early. We had a lot to do naked the next day. But neither one of us was ready to go into the tent just yet. We lay on the blanket and talked. Finally, I said, "Truth or Dare?" I could see his smile, even though it was nearly dark. "Dare." I thought for a moment. I had a Truth question already, but I wasn’t ready for a Dare. Finally, one came to me. "Hold my balls with your right hand, and pull on my dick with your left until I say stop." He hesitated for only a moment before touching me. His hands felt warm on my genitalia. After a moment, he asked, "Would you mind if I did it the other way? I jerk off with my right hand, and it feels more natural for me." I consented, and he completed his Dare. I took a Truth, and admitted that masturbating with my left hand was nearly impossible. Then, he asked for a Truth. "Two part question," I said nervously. "Part one: What happened in the lake? Uh, what we did. You know, before we ate. Did you like it?" He slowly nodded. I sighed imperceptibly. He’d liked it, too. Now, for the more difficult part. "Would you like to do it again? I don’t mean right now, but sometime. And I don’t mean exactly that, I mean, make each other feel good. You know, kinda, help each other get off. Cum. You know. Do you wanna do that again?" He nodded slowly again. When he spoke, he spoke hurriedly, blurting out the words quickly. "It was interesting. It felt good. Can’t say I wanna do it with another guy, but yeah. I’d do that with you again. Truth or Dare?" "Truth." The game continued for several rounds. I admitted that I, too, had enjoyed what we had done in the lake, and that I wouldn’t mind doing something similar again. I also confessed that I thought Christina Aguilera could beat Jessica Simpson in a wrestling match, and that I’d like to watch it, that Kelly Weber, a girl in school, was my favorite jerk off image, among other things I admitted. He owned up to trying to sneak more peaks at his older sister, that, even though her older brother had beat the shit out of him, he’d still like to grab Stacy Fulbright’s ass again, and other things. Our Dares took a more sexual turn than ever before. I had him play with my nipples, rub my chest, and play with my cock. I fondled his chest, back, dick and balls, and he had me try to stick my finger up his butt. It grossed me out, but fortunately I couldn’t work my finger in. It was too tight. Finally, we noticed that we were getting cold, and turned in. I expected him to try to wrestle with me, but he never did. Mark was awake, staring intently at my face, when I woke up early the next morning. "It’s cold outside this morning, Dude," he said. I could see his path through the dew-covered grass from when he’d gone to pee. I had to pee, too, but I had to wait until my morning hard-on went away. We lay there talking, buried deeply in our thick down sleeping bags. It seemed like we’d been going naked together all our lives. I knew I wanted to learn more about his body. The sight of it, the feel of it, its sounds, even its tastes attracted my attention. Finally, my cock deflated enough that I could get up. It was early in the morning. The sun was barely over the horizon, and the lake was covered with a thick layer of mist. Fog blanketed the clearing. Cold slapped me as I crawled out of my sleeping bag. I hurried out of the tent and around the corner, peed quickly and ran back into the tent. He held open his sleeping bag, urging me to crawl in with him. I jumped in without thinking, shivering from the cold. We put our arms around each other and shivered in the cold, passing body heat back and forth. We rubbed each other's back and thrashed against each other. The feel of his young body rubbing against mine felt great, and it wasn’t long before both of us sported hard-ons. I kept trying to rub my dick against him. His kinky pubic hair felt good against the sensitive skin of my hard cock. I humped against him, and he humped against me. Suddenly, I found myself lying on top of him between his thighs. We froze. Our cocks lay touching each other side by side. My ball sac lay on top of his. Our legs were entwined. Slowly, I moved my pelvis forward, grinding my schlong on his abdomen. As I pulled back, he thrust up into me. The need to come built in me again. As I thrust against him, I closed my eyes and dropped my head beside his. We thrust against each other over and over again. Lust burned in my body. My balls slowly drew up in my groin. I knew my orgasm was close. Suddenly, I felt his lips on my neck. He was kissing me! I jerked my head up and froze. He turned and looked into my eyes. It seemed so right. I began thrusting again. Our faces moved together. I puckered my lips. My penis seemed to expand painfully. Our lips touched, but we never actually kissed as waves of pleasure burst over me. I pushed up as far on him as I could. A groan forced itself past my lips as I threw my head back. White-hot strands of cum exploded from my cock. His screams answered mine. My balls pumped more and more of my milky white baby seed onto our stomachs. I could feel his cock spasm, trapped as it was between our bellies. His balls were pumping gobs of jism, too. The paroxysms of orgasm finally passed. I collapsed on top of my best friend, and we lay wheezing together. Our cum cooled between us, becoming gluey and sticking our bellies together. I came down from the orgasmic high before he did. When he finally sighed and opened his eyes, we stared at each other. "That beat the hell out beating off," he said as I rolled off him. We lay side by side in his big, warm sleeping bag. "I’ve said, ‘There’s nothing better than a morning whack off session,’" I said quietly. "I was wrong. If I could have one of these every morning, I’d be happier than a pig in shit!" We lay there silently. None of the feelings I’d had the day before, when I wasn’t sure how he felt about what we did, surfaced. Soon, his breathing deepened and became even. I must have fallen asleep shortly afterwards. When I woke up, the sun shone brightly high in the sky, and the mist and the fog had lifted. Mark lay quietly beside me, serenely watching me sleep. We talked softly for several minutes. Something had changed between us. I didn’t know what, but it felt different. Finally, he said, "Let’s get up. It’s after 9:30!" I got up and glanced around for my clothes before I remembered our Dares. We walked down to the lake and cleaned the dried cum off our stomachs. After we ate, we sat around and talked some more. Girls in school, girls on TV, girls in the movies, girl singers, girls in school. Eventually, I sat up and said, "Truth or Dare?" "Truth!" I thought for a moment. "OK. Stacy Fulbright. Brandon Devereaux. Hillary Duff. Which one would you rather fuck?" He was quiet for a moment, staring off into space. Finally, he said thoughtfully. "I enjoyed what we’ve been doing. And you’re available and willing. So I’d rather fuck Brandon Devereaux. However, Hillary Duff is HOT HOT HOT!!! Woo! I’d give anything to fuck her. So I’d rather fuck her. But, she’s a big Hollywood star. She’ll never come to Montana, and if she does, I’ll never get close enough to ever talk to her, let alone fuck her. And Stacy. Stacy! She’s here, she’s a girl, and she’s a babe. I’d rather fuck Stacy Fulbright." "That’s your final answer?" I asked, laughing. He nodded. "Not by much, but I’d rather fuck Stacy Fulbright. Truth or Dare?" "Truth." He thought for a moment. "OK. Jessica Simpson. Mark Schultz. Rhonda Schultz. Which one would you rather fuck?" I sat quietly. The answer was obviously Jessica Simpson, but I knew I needed reasons. That was part of our fun. After several seconds, I said, "Rhonda Schultz is going to be a babe. A certified living doll. She’s a little sweetheart now, and I’d love to give her one, but she’s too young. I’d fuck her in a New York minute, but she’s just too young. Now, Mark Schultz is here. He’s willing. I’ve enjoyed doing what we’ve done, and I wanna do it more. It feels real good. And, he’s not bad looking. But, he’s a guy, and I like girls. So, even though she will never come here, and I’ll never make her cum here, I’d rather fuck Jessica Simpson. Truth or Dare?" He nervously wiped his face. "Dare." I wasn’t ready for a Dare. I wasn’t actually ready for a Truth, either, but I was totally out of it as far as a Dare was concerned. Finally, I had him see if he could touch the tip of my cock and the base at the same time. Of course, he could. I took a Truth, and admitted that, when he kissed my neck in his sleeping bag this morning, I hadn’t been grossed me out or anything. He asked for a Truth. I was ready! "Did you like kissing me as much as you liked kissing Donna Flaherty?" He froze. A look of horror instantly crossed his face. Something was wrong, but I had no idea what it was. "Me or Donna. Which one did you like kissing better?" The answer was not what I was expecting. Quietly, almost imperceptibly, he said, "I have to take three straight Dares." I looked at him. "What are you talking about?" "You caught me in a lie. I have to take three straight Dares." "What lie?" "I lied yesterday, and you caught me. I have to take three straight Dares." "What do you mean?" He glared at me. "The answer to your Truth. Who did I like kissing better, you or Donna? The answer is, I liked kissing you better. I liked kissing you better because I’ve never kissed Donna Flaherty. I’ve never kissed her, or anybody else, expect my mom, my sisters, my grandmothers, and my cousin Randi Queen." He glanced down at the blanket we were sitting on. It obviously hurt him to admit that. He liked being more worldly than me. A better womanizer. And now, the truth was told that I’d been kissed, and he hadn’t. "Well," I said, "you still grabbed Stacy Ferguson’s ass." "That was an accident." He flexed his fingers, showing me a grabbing motion. "I was doing this, trying to pop my knuckles, when I walked through the door into math class. I never saw her until I had a handful of the most gorgeous ass in the seventh grade." I stared at him. His world was crumbling. Thirteen- years-old, found to be a liar, a cheat. It was plain he was suffering from his admissions. "I have to take three Dares, too." He angrily jumped to his feet. "You’re just saying that!" he yelled at me. "And you’re an idiot!" I yelled back at him. I leapt to my feet and held my hands out at my sides. "Look at me. Do you really think Angela Greeley would kiss me? I lied, too, dammit! I couldn’t let you think I haven’t been kissed." He smiled. "You’re right. She has more taste than that. Truth or Dare?" I shook my head. "I ain’t got no choice." "I know. But you still have to say it. Truth or Dare?" "Dare." "OK. This is kinda weird. If you don’t want to, it’s OK. I’ll pass, and come up with a different Dare. You don’t have to do this Dare if you really don’t want to." "OK, OK, already. I understand! Just give me the damn Dare!" Nervously, he shifted where he sat. After licking his lips a couple times, he said, "Kiss me. Not just a peck on the cheek. Give me a real kiss. A kiss you want from Angela. A French kiss. See how far we can get our tongues into each other’s mouth. That’s the kiss I want." I smiled. Strangely, such a Dare two days earlier could’ve ended our friendship. Now, he had come up with the exact same Dare I had just come up with for him. We cautiously stepped toward each other. Slowly, our arms circled each other. I tilted my head to the side as our faces came together. My cock furiously throbbed, and I felt his long, hard cock press into my abdomen. Time seemed to stand still. The forest was absolutely still. The only sound to be heard was the water splashing over the falls a hundred feet away from us. Slowly, our lips touched. He forced my lips apart with his tongue, and invaded my mouth. It felt good. It didn’t feel peculiar in the least. I tentatively massaged his tongue with mine. We pressed our bodies tightly together, gently humping into each other. My arms circled his shoulder, holding our chests tightly against each other. His arms held me lower, holding our torsos together. His hand clenched my ass cheek, and I could feel his finger massage my puckered asshole. His lips felt warm against mine. My tongue battled his between our mouths. We gradually sank to our knees, our lips rarely breaking contact. I could feel his hard dick throbbing against me. My own orgasm was close at hand. Backing slightly away from him, I pulled my right arm from around him and snaked it between us. As I grasped his throbbing cock, he pulled away from me and stared into my eyes. "I’ll do you," he croaked, his voice cracking with lust. "I’ll do you if you do me." For the first time, I looked at the marvelous tool I held in my hand. I drew closer to him to compare our tools. Our cocks were roughly the same size, probably about six inches long, and bigger around than a quarter. Two small, perfectly-formed walnuts hung in their bag below each shaft. He reached between us and rubbed the sacs together. I kissed him again before beginning to rub his shaft in earnest. I leaned back from him, giving him ample room to clutch my hard rod. I enjoyed beating off. It was fun. Having another person stroking my hard schlong, while caressing his was off the scale. His skin was soft, smooth, almost silky. The head was supple, and pliable. I eagerly rubbed up and down the entire length of his rock-hard pole. He was more tentative on my schlong. He gingerly touched my cock, tapping its hardness with his finger, running his nail down the sensitive underside. Suddenly, he pulled his hand back. He coughed, working up a mouthful of saliva. Then, he spit on his hand. Reaching down, he grasped my dick and started stroking. It felt magnificent! I moaned loudly as his fist glided on my spit-slickened cock. I had masturbated often, but this was a first for me. Before, it had always been just my dry hand on my cock, pumping away. This was new! I quickly worked up a mouthful of spit, and went back to work on him. We furiously pounded away on each other. I fondled his ball sac, feeling it pull snugly into his groin. I could feel the cum building in my ball sac. We both leaned forward, our foreheads touching, staring down at two hands working on two cocks, wondering which one would give first. Suddenly, he groaned and threw his head back. But, before he could come, a sticky string of semen popped from my cock as I cried out loudly. A gob of his sticky cum immediately exploded from his dickhead. Shot after shot of hot, gooey cum burst from both of our nuts through our quivering cocks to splash down on our chests and stomachs. Finally, the spasms subsided. We were both saturated with our cum. It lay in spots on his chest and stomach, even dripping into his pubic hair. When at last we sighed and relaxed, he giggled and pointed at my face. "You got cum on your mouth!" I stuck out my tongue and licked it into my mouth. This drew another guffaw from him. "How did it taste?" he asked when the laughs finally left him. I looked down. My hand still gripped his withering cock, but a little drool of his semen was on my finger. I raised it up to his lips and said, "Try it for yourself!" He started to balk, but I shoved my finger into his mouth, forcing him to taste his own spunk. He shrugged his shoulder, and said, "It wasn’t as bad as I feared." Suddenly, he slammed into me, and wrestled me to the ground. We grappled, battling around the clearing, smearing our commingled cum across our bodies. After several minutes, we sat back on our haunches. Dirt and dried grass stuck to the drying cum on our sweaty bodies. I breathed heavily as I stared at his developing, 13-year-old body. He still had baby fat, yet his body was becoming muscular. For what seemed like the first time in two days, both our cocks were soft. I wasn’t sure about him, but mine was somewhat tender. "Why don’t we go clean up our mess in the lake," I suggested, "and then lay on the rocks while we still have a chance?" The sun was beginning to dip toward the horizon, and the warm rays shone directly on the rock where the rope swing was anchored. It wouldn’t be too long until we’d go to bed, and then we had only the next morning to goof off before we had to get dressed and break camp. Mr. Schultz would pick us up in the mid-afternoon. We didn’t want him to find us naked, or worse, touching each other. That, we knew without discussing, would be a disaster. We ate supper after lying on the rock, and then sat by the lake. After a while, I yawned, and we decided to turn in for the night. It was getting chilly, and besides, we were both tired. We had done a lot, and were spent. I followed him into the tent, and when he suggested sharing a sleeping bag, I crawled into his. We cuddled together, and were asleep in minutes. When I woke up the next morning, Mark wasn’t lying next to me. I looked over. He wasn’t in mine, either. I jumped out of his sleeping bag, and looked around anxiously. Mark wasn’t in the tent. Worried, I ran out of the tent and looked around. He was nowhere to be seen. I finally found him sitting by the lake, lost in thought and throwing pebbles disinterestedly into the water. Standing behind him, I quietly watched him. I had seen him like this before. This was what he did when something bothered him. Fear crept into me again. What if he decided he didn’t like what we had done this weekend? What if he decided he didn’t want to be friends anymore? I liked girls, I reassured myself, but I also liked what we had done. Shit! We came! So what if we were both guys? The coming was, in my opinion, the important thing. I didn’t care if it was another guy who helped me achieve climax. It wasn’t something I would brag about at school. I didn’t want anyone to know. But with just Mark and me, I didn’t care. He was my best friend! The best friend I could ever hope to have. Watching him throw pebbles into the lake worried me. I could hardly wait until I had sex with a girl. But until then, doing what Mark and I had done was, for me, an acceptable replacement. And, damn it, I didn’t want to give that up. No! I thought. Damn it, I wouldn’t give that up without a fight. I’d make Mark see there was nothing wrong with what we had done. I would make him see what we had done was special. It was special because we were friends. It was special because I couldn’t imagine life without him as my best friend, and I didn’t intend to find out. I screwed up my resolve, and sat next to him. "You weren’t in the sleeping bag when I woke up." "Nah," he said dejectedly. "I couldn’t sleep, so I got up and came down here." "What’s the matter?" "Nothin’." He half-heartedly threw another pebble into the lake. "Bullshit. What’s the matter?" "Nothin’." I pushed him good-naturedly, "Don’t give me that bullshit! I know you better than anybody! Now, what’s up?" He finally looked at me. He looked like he was ready to cry. The fear that I had been beating back leapt up and clutched my throat. I was losing my best friend, and I wasn’t prepared for that. His blond hair straggled into his bloodshot eyes. He looked a mess. When he finally spoke, it was barely above a whisper. "I have had more fun this weekend than I have ever had. What you and I have done... coming, and helping you come... do you know what I mean?" "I think so." He turned toward me, and put his arm around me. The fear that had been dogging me instantly dissipated. "You’re my best friend. You always have been, and I lo... You’re like a brother to me. Two things are scaring the hell outta me!" A tear trickled out of the corner of his eye. "I’m afraid we’ll never do this again. I love what we did! I like girls! I like girls as much now as I did before. But I enjoy what we did this weekend. I wanna do it more. I wanna do it all the time. I still wanna all the other shit we’ve done, play baseball, and go hunting, and talk about girls and study and go fishing and everything else. I wanna hang out with you and do all the fun shit we’ve always done. But I wanna do this, too. And, I’m afraid you won’t wanna do it any more." I started to say something, but he cut me off. "I ain’t finished yet. I’m afraid of something else, and you gotta hear me out. I’m afraid what we’ve done will make you not wanna be friends anymore. I’m afraid you will think I’m too weird to be friends with anymore. You’ll think I’m queer, and it’ll weird you out, and I’ve lost the best friend I can ever hope to have. And I couldn’t stand that. We’re Mark and Brandon. Best Friends. The Two Musketeers. My Fred to your Barney, my Gilligan to your Skipper." I tried to say something again, but he cut me off again. "Not yet, Dude. I ain’t finished." "The hell you ain’t," I said. "I could’ve said everything you said. Everything you said is exactly how I feel! I’m not queer, and neither are you. What we’ve done this weekend is just help each other come. And I plan on helping you come more. We won’t be able to do this every day, but there ain’t nothing that says we can’t go camping. We can do this when we go camping, just like we have this weekend. I wanna do this more often. I have enjoyed this weekend, and I’m sorry to see it end. I can’t go camping next weekend. Mom wants me to help her in the store, but we can the following weekend. And that doesn’t mean other occasions can’t, uh, pop up. I have loved this weekend, and I plan on doing it a lot more. We just have to be careful. We can’t let anyone know what we’re doing." Mark smiled at me. The relief in his face was palpable. "Agreed!" he said. "For that matter, I’d like one more go around before Dad gets here." I smiled back at him. I was so relieved, I leaned over and kissed him. "Maybe. But first, I’m hungry. Let’s get something to eat!" After breakfast, we set about preparing to strike camp. We worked for about an hour getting things ready. The campfire was carefully doused. I meticulously cleaned my camp stove. We rolled up our sleeping bags and put away our cots. We even messed up the clothes we brought, to give them the lived-in look. Laying out the clothes we’d put on before Mr. Schultz arrived, we put everything else away. We didn’t strike the tent, deciding that, since we wanted to go camping as often as possible, it made more sense to leave it up. If Mr. Schultz didn’t agree, we could always take it down when he got here. Finally finished, it was nearly noon. We grabbed a quick bite to eat. "Wanna go swimming one more time?" I asked, putting the crusts of my peanut butter sandwich into a garbage bag. In answer, he slammed into me. We rolled around in the grass, laughing hysterically, and grappling with each other. The feel of his naked body rubbing mine soon had an effect on my cock, and it began to inflate. I could feel his hard cock rubbing me, too. We rolled around the clearing, trying to throw the other. Suddenly, my footing slipped, and I slid down the embankment, hitting my head against a tree. Somewhat dazed, I knelt down on hands and knees. Mark didn’t realize what had happened to me. He came up behind me and grabbed me in a bear hug. He wouldn’t have been able to get me like that if I hadn’t been dazed, but he did. His cock slid right up the crack of my ass when he reach over to grab my arms. It must have felt good, because he pulled back and slid forward again. He was closer to an orgasm than I realized. His grunts echoed around the clearing. I was pinned beneath him as he slid his cock up and down the crack of my ass. He’d let go of my arms, and held himself tightly against me as he humped my ass. My cock throbbed in my crotch, but, because of how I was pinned, I couldn’t reach it to give myself any relief. His grunts and moans were coming louder. Within seconds, he pushed against me hard, and cried out. I felt gobs of his cum spurt onto my back. He held me tightly around the waist as cum poured out of his cock, splashing on my back. When he finally let go, he sank back against the tree. My wooziness from hitting my head was gone, but my horniness was still at the forefront. I spun around and vigorously whacked my cock. He stared up at me, gasping for breath, staring at my hand rubbing up and down my long, hard dick. Within seconds, I cried out loudly, spattering my jism on his chest, neck and face. Wave after wave of intense pleasure surged over me. My skin felt electrified. My knees buckled, and I sank down in front of him. The final spurts of my orgasm dribbled out of my aching cock to puddle on the ground. When the final spasms of another intense orgasm finally subsided, I sighed, and spun around to sit next to him. He put his hand on my thigh. I looked into his eyes. Nothing was said. Nothing needed to be said. We sat by the lake, fully dressed, when Mr. Schultz rode his horse into the clearing. He led two other horses behind him. We were sitting up on the rock, ignoring our fishing poles and talking about girls when he found us. "You boys know there’s only minnows in that pond, don’t you?" he asked. "Yes sir," we replied. We persuaded him to let us leave the tent up before we rode back to the ranch house. Not a word was spoken about what we did. Asked if we had fun, we eagerly admitted. I had to wait for Mom to pick me up, so we goofed off in his bedroom. We teased Rhonda, and he showed me where he was standing when he saw Vickie’s tits That night I went to bed early, and slept. At school, Mark and I acted as if nothing happened. Nobody could tell that we had messed around with each other. I looked around at the other close friends in our class, trying to determine if there were any pairs of friends whom I would suspect of doing the same thing we had done. I couldn’t come up with any, but I couldn’t rule anyone out, either. Before that weekend, I typically jerked off almost every night. I didn’t touch myself until I went to bed Thursday night. It was Friday afternoon after school before Mark and I were able to get alone. I was working in Mom’s shop when Mark came in. Mrs. Schultz let him hang out with me at the store while she and his sisters went grocery shopping. Mom said it was OK, so we went to hang out in the store room. It was something we always did, so nobody thought anything of it. Nobody caught us drop our pants and jack each other off, either. We discovered oral sex the next time we went camping. We didn’t discover anal sex until we were older. We continued to have sex with each other even after we started fucking girls. There were even times when we could still taste the girl’s secretions on our peckers, which grossed Mark out after I started sleeping with Rhonda. After high school graduation, we spent two weeks in the woods, never once coming out, hunting, fishing, fucking, and sucking. It was a wonderful time. That fall, I entered the local community college while Mark enrolled in Montana State University. I stayed home to help Mom with the sporting goods store while she got ready to get remarried. Twelve years after my dad was killed in an auto accident, Mom was finally getting on with her life, and I was happy. But I missed Mark, although I still spent a lot of time at the Schultz ranch. Rhonda and I were steady dates by then. Mark and I got together every time he came home that year, and I visited him on the MSU campus a couple times. By the following fall, I had enrolled in Montana State, and we became roommates. It was even more fun the following year when Rhonda joined us at college. I went to work for Mom after we graduated, while Mark went to work on the ranch. I married Rhonda after she graduated. I was Mark’s best man at his wedding to a girl he met at college. I was more cut out for work on the ranch than running a sporting goods store, and Mark liked running the store better. So Rhonda and I moved back there. I took over running the ranch when Mr. Schultz retired. It’s now more than thirty years since that first, fateful weekend. Mark and I get together every once in a while. I have never considered a sexual affair with another man, but with Mark, it's different. I enjoyed it immensely. I have never told anyone about what we did, not even Rhonda. If Mark ever told anyone, he never let me know that he did. Our sons are teenagers now. They go camping in the woods, in the same clearing by the same lake as we did. It is the same clearing their grandfathers and great- grandfathers, for several generations, camped at as young boys. I often wonder if our sons do what we did. I never check to see. And I quickly banish such thoughts because it leads to uncomfortable thoughts that, perhaps, Mr. Schultz and my dad, who had been boyhood friends, had done the same thing, too. And that is a thought I do not need. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 27