Date: Mon, 26 Nov 2007 15:37:13 -0800 (PST) From: adm2780 Subject: Brads Idol Chapter Seventy-Two All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. As in real life, the sexual themes unfold gradually and are kept to a realistic level. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author at adm2780@yahoo.com This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between males, adult and minor. As such it is homoerotic, designed for the entertainment of mature adults. If you are not of legal age to read such material, or if the subject matter would create irresolvable personal moral dilemmas, please exit now. NOTE: Special thanks to Matthew for his time and efforts proof reading and editing the chapters. Matthew's assistance contributes substantially to a more enjoyable story. If you like feel good stories, allow me to recommend "Never Take Love For Granted". Matthew wrote it and if I have any criticism, it's that he doesn't write fast enough or post as often as I would like. Chapter Seventy-Two: Brad's Idol When we got home from school on Thursday, we were surprised not only to see Uncle Ray's car sitting in the driveway, but one of Mr. Paul's company trucks was parked out front with a trailer hitched to it. I looked at Donny when we spotted the vehicles and he just shrugged his shoulders; he didn't know any more than Larry or me. All three of us knew this didn't look good for our chances to make any pictures right away. "Uncle Ray?" I hollered out when I opened the door and before I had one foot inside; he didn't answer. I went through the kitchen and into the family room, then I called out again. Before I finished calling his name he was standing in the doorway giving me "the look". "What'd I do?" "How about you weren't raised in a barn?" He didn't really fuss with me, but he did have that look parent's get sometimes when they really mean 'how many times do I have to tell you'. "Sorry, I didn't mean ta yell that loud; I was just surprised to see ya home. What's goin' on?" The truth was, of course, that I didn't even think about whether I was yelling. I knew better than to argue because he was right; no way was going I to admit it. "Do you have any school tomorrow?" He asked me that like he didn't have a clue. I knew that he already knew the answer without asking me; he always called the school when he wanted to pull me out for something. "No; at least not the kids. Teachers do though." I answered as I headed for the refrigerator for a drink and snack; nothing there. "Are we goin' ta camp? I thought we wasn't leavin' till tomorrow." "Well, believe it or not, kiddo, Mr. Paul and I get to take a few days off for fun, too. We thought that if we went down this afternoon, you boys would have that much more time to have fun." Then he got serious. "You know this might be the last trip, at least for a while; right?" "Yeah," I answered, a little disheartened with the fact. "What about Donny's mom and sister; they goin'?" "Not this time. They thought it might be better as a guys' weekend at the camp while they have a girls' weekend here. Besides, Mr. Paul and I will be helping Donny's grandfather install a new kitchen in one of the cabins; the ladies don't usually get too excited over that type of activity. You, Donny and Larry can have your time to fool around and play with the other boys. Sound good?" I wondered if he realized that 'fool around and play' could have more than one meaning. I was good, that time; the worst I did was smile and offer to help pack. Mr. Paul's truck was one of those new trucks with four doors. He had the back packed with equipment and tools. The equipment included a new stove and dishwasher. All of it translated to work. I let Uncle Ray know that I'd be willing to help. It looked like the same stuff we did at the apartments that summer. He told me that the kitchen was small enough that more than three people in there and somebody would get tripped over. A tote bag held all the toiletries and clean clothes Larry and I needed. Visiting a nudist camp for the weekend had its advantages; we didn't have to worry about having the right clothes or getting anything dirty. If we got dirty we just headed to the river, pool or nearest shower. No towels either, just drip dry. We hardly had time to drop our school books before Uncle Ray and Mr. Paul herded us into the truck. About forty-five minutes into the trip, we had to tell Uncle Ray that we forgot something. "Uncle Ray, we forgot something." I waited to make sure I had his attention. "We're hungry. We had'n had anything ta eat since lunch at school. The 'fridge was empty. You bring any snacks?" Uncle Ray decided to get theatrical. "Oh my God, Paul! Do you realize we could be charged with child cruelty? Starving these poor, defenseless boys!" He exaggerated the tone and seriousness of the situation so much that he and Mr. Paul thought it was funny. "Uncle Ray, I'm not kiddin'; we had'n eaten anything since lunch," I repeated, and then tried to make my point. "Look at Larry. You can stick your finger in his belly button and scratch his backbone. He looks kinda faint, too." Mr. Paul pointed to the glove box and Uncle Ray opened it. He pulled out a pack of cheese and peanut butter cookies and handed them to me. "Ohhhh, thank you kind sir." I put my hands together and gave him my best pleading voice and expression. "Two whole cookies for each of these unworthy boys. You are so kind, kind sir." I couldn't keep it up; Donny, Larry and I started laughing too hard and they also did the pleading and bowing routine to show our heartfelt gratitude at their less than overwhelming generosity. The trip wasn't bad, at least not after we ate our two cookies each and worked out what music we were going to listen to. The oldies and modern rock 'n roll didn't always blend too well. The solution was for the adults to use the radio and we used walkmans. We stopped at The Paddock Mall in Ocala and had supper at the cafeteria. Uncle Ray and Mr. Paul gave us strange looks when they saw our trays; the looks were even stranger when we ate it all. They had great roast beef and strawberry shortcake! We made one more stop enroute for groceries and reached the camp not long after dark. When we pulled off the main highway, Uncle Ray turned around to say something but lost his train of thought when he saw the three of us already naked. I just shrugged my shoulders, "What?" We entered the camp and Larry was all over himself and us trying to look around. I'm not sure what he expected to see, but what he saw was nothing; the place almost looked like a ghost town. Donny told us that's how it looked a lot of the time during the week. Some of the kids did go to the local schools, so they had to be in early. The kids that were home schooled were probably inside doing home work. School was just one of those things that every kid had to learn to tolerate. After we took our things inside we walked around to show Larry some of the place. It wasn't cool outside, but the humidity you feel in the summer was gone. We walked over next to the pools and I stuck my hand in the water. If there had been a group of us wanting to swim, I could have handled it, but given the choice I suggested we wait till daytime when the sun was up high. Donny led us around, explaining things mostly to Larry since I had been there several times. We ran into a couple of the guys and let them know we were here for the weekend. They said something about a campout planned for Friday night. Donny did show me something new. There were a number of motor home and travel trailer hookups. Donny said his grandparents did a good business in the winter months with northerners coming down to stay for the winter. I thought about it and really hadn't given it much thought before, but if northerners could live up north in the summer, and winter in the south, there was no reason that couldn't include northern nudists. I remembered most northerners I'd seen looked kind of pasty white; I wondered if the nudists looked like that. "If they winter down here, does that mean most of 'em are retired?" Larry asked with a degree of apprehension. "Mostly; why?" Donny responded. "Well, I don't mean this bad or anything, but if they're retired doesn't that mean they're kinda old? If they're kinda old, I mean . . . you know . . . doesn't everything kinda sag?" Donny and I couldn't say anything, we were way too busy laughing. It may have sounded bad, but it was easy to see where he was coming from. I had seen Donny's grandparents nude and yes, they had some gray hair and a few extra pounds, their skin wasn't as smooth and tight as ours, but they were grandparents. That's how grandparents are supposed to look. The few extra pounds and loose skin makes them comfortable to lean against or lay on. People like Mr. Paul and Uncle Ray were in between. They didn't really have six-pack abs and bulging muscles; but, who cared? They were comfortable and warm, and their muscles were still strong enough to pick us up and carry us to bed if we passed out on the sofa or floor. That's how parents were supposed to be. "Larry, a lot of the people who come here for just a few weeks are like that," Donny explained. "The thing you have to realize, also, is that up north the kids get a winter break. It's a lot like our spring break. We also get a lot of college students coming through. Remember, winter semester doesn't start for them until the third week of January. Of course, for college students, they have to have a reservation and had to have prior contacts here. A lot of them lived or vacationed here as kids, and they come back for a visit. The funny times are when one of them comes back and brings a friend that's never been to one of these camps. You can always tell the newbies. They walk around with their hands covering their packages and their eyes ready to pop out of socket." When we went in for the evening we found out that Uncle Ray was taking Donny's sister's room and we boys would be sharing Donny's room. I looked at Uncle Ray for a minute, but understood I needed to stay with Donny and Larry. How do three boys sleep in two beds without doubling up? Easy, put both mattresses on the floor and lay across; instant bed for three. "Can I sleep in the middle?" Larry asked like that was a big deal. "Lar, before you even start, you need to remember we're in somebody else's house. If Mr. Paul heard us and got upset, it wouldn't be anything compared to how upset Uncle Ray would get for us bein' so uncouth." "What's uncouth mean?" Larry asked. "I'm not sure, but I think it's kinda like rude and disrespectful. Any time he told me I was being uncouth, he wasn't smilin', so I know it's trouble." "I know how we can have fun and not make hardly any noise at all." Larry volunteered. Donny and I just lay there and looked at him. "We can make a daisy chain and blow each other." Donny and I looked at each other, and grinned. Leave it to the sex feind. I got Donny; Donny got Larry; Larry got me. It was a little awkward and we had to slide part way off the mattress and under the beds a little to make the fit right, but it was interesting. Donny originally taught me to give good oral sex so I could surprise Uncle Ray once, so taking him was no big deal. It had been a while since I deep throated and I began to wonder why. I stopped wondering when he reached the back of my throat; I needed to concentrate. Actually, this was kind of exciting. It wasn't just the sex, but doing it somewhere that we were taking a chance on being caught. None of us had any trouble getting into it. **** Friday morning came and Uncle Ray and Mr. Paul gave us a big surprise. We walked out to the kitchen and were, of course, totally naked; they weren't. Both of them were wearing jeans and boots; work belts lay on the counter. I looked at Uncle Ray. "Before you ask the question, the answer is that we don't want any cabinets falling on top of our feet. That leads to broken bones and a lot of pain. Neither one of us is interested in moving around the cabinets and having sharp corners rub areas that could be extra sensitive, either. Does that answer your questions?" I could only laugh and shrug my shoulders. "Why don't you guys have your breakfast and then go out and have a good time. Since Larry's never been here before I imagine you can spend a good part of the day showing him around and explaining just what kind of activities a bunch of naked boys get into that they don't want to discuss with their parents; right?" "Yeah, good guess," was all the answer I offered, smiling at Donny. It didn't take long for the sun to come up over the trees and it started warming up. We found a couple of guys outside and, after talking with them, they went around and gathered up some other guys. Seemed that morning time was usually lesson time in most households, but the parents let them come out. We showed Larry some of the areas we played in and decided football might be fun. Camp rules dictated flag football only. Football turned out not to be the best game for Larry. He was too small to play the line. When he ran it would be an insult to the fairer sex to say he ran like a girl; it was more like swivel hips. When he chased somebody and reached for the flag, he kept grabbing the natural flag that wasn't designed to come off. Football was not Larry's game. We tried volleyball next. It had been a while since I played and I knew I wasn't the best around by a long shot; however, for some reason I was a good server. I was able to hit the ball so it barely cleared the net and came directly at somebody's face. It wasn't unusual for the unintended target to just hit the ball to get it away from their face. When they hit it, it usually wound up below or into the net. Larry did pretty good at volleyball until one kid served the same way as me. Larry just stood there and watched the ball come straight at him; smack! It was a good thing that it was lunch time. Uncle Ray said there was always one thing he knew he could always count on with me, I had a built in alarm clock that let me know when it was time to eat. The alarm was sounding loud and clear. We found Uncle Ray and Mr. Paul working away in one of the cabins. Uncle Ray didn't even ask what we wanted; he just smiled and said to hit the concessions stand for lunch. We were also supposed to bring him and Mr. Paul something. One of the disadvantages of a nudist camp is that you don't have any pockets to hold money. One of the advantages of a nudist camp is that you don't have any pockets to hold money; you just sign for whatever you want and they send the bill to the cabin. We had cokes and corn dogs. We sat at the cabin and assessed the quality of the work while we ate. "You boys going to camp out with the rest of them tonight?" Mr. Paul asked. We were confused; what did he mean by 'rest of them'? He clarified the point. "There's a campout planned for all the boys tonight and tomorrow night. They're setting up two tent shelters and each boy brings a sleeping bag or blanket. It'll be down by the river. There'll be a big camp fire and you roast hot dogs or something for dinner. It's for kids only." "John said something about camping out, but we thought it was just him and a buddy or something," Donny explained. "We didn't know it was all the kids." "It's not for all the kids; boys only," Mr. Paul clarified. "The girls said they didn't want to get dirty or eaten by bugs." We laughed. After we ate I had the chance to talk to Uncle Ray and let him know I thought Donny and Larry could camp out and he and I could have some time. That idea got blown out when he said he and Mr. Paul were going to work real late to finish installing the cabinets. If things worked out like they hoped, then he and I might get to go horse back riding for a little bit the next afternoon. We spent most of that afternoon helping to put up the shelters. Some of the guys had their own tents and brought them out. I never heard if there was supposed to be a special time when the campout started; it seemed that some of the guys just drifted out and joined the group. When the sun was going down Uncle Ray and Mr. Paul brought us sleeping bags and a light blanket each. The first thing I noticed was that they weren't dressed anymore. We sat around and roasted hot dogs and marshmallows for a little while and then the adults disappeared. The rest of the night was ours as long as we didn't get too loud. There were only ten of us camping out, plus two of the guys had their little brothers with them, but they didn't really count. It didn't take long after we ate for the two little ones to go down on us. They put both little ones in the same sleeping bag and told them to scrunch up to stay warm. The little guys didn't hesitate to wrap their arms around one another and cuddle for warmth. It was just two little guys thrilled to be camping out with their big brother, even if they did sleep through most of it. A couple of the guys asked if I'd told Larry about getting' initiated. Before I could say much Larry popped up and told them that I only told 'im part of it and that I was under threat of severe punishment if I said anymore. Then, he begged them to tell what happened; they did! While they told the story, I blushed and laughed, while most of the others just laughed. They kind of stretched the truth a little when they told him about the paddle and my reaction, but they didn't stretch it too much. I remembered, and it was kind of funny. John had a great time telling about how I went down on my back and gave my butt to Donny. John told 'em that I just kept begging for more as Donny plowed my butt. I wondered how many shades of red my face could turn. At first, I wasn't sure that I liked the idea of people knowing what happened and laughing at me, but my attitude soon changed when I knew we were all laughing together. After they finished telling my story and we all relaxed and had a good laugh, they started talking about some of the other guys and what they went through. Listening to these guys I realized that what they put me through ranged from typical to easy. One of the guys actually got swatted on the butt with the paddle. After that incident, the rumor was that one of his parents complained and word was passed around to ease up; thank God! I elbowed Donny and motioned for him to watch Larry. The more they talked about playing with somebody's nipples or squeezing their package, the more worked up he became. Larry was definitely going into heat. One of the games we played was to use a stick about three feet long. With one end on the ground you had to bend over and touch your forehead to the other end. Usually we grabbed the end with a fist and put our head on the hand; that way it didn't hurt much. Holding the stick in place you walked around the stick ten times. Talk about feeling dizzy or drunk; wow! All of us did it and all of us acted like drunks. A couple of the guys couldn't take two steps without falling backwards. One guy went backwards like a stiff board and you heard his head hit the ground. Thunk! It was fun until one of the younger guys got sick and threw up everywhere. What a smell! We covered it with dirt. We sat around and shot the shit for most of the rest of the evening. It would have been interesting to know exactly how much of what was told was truth and how much exaggeration. Donny and I guessed about half and half. John was telling a story about a kid that was no longer there. The kid sounded a lot like Larry. He was submissive and liked to be tied up. Larry was almost salivating before this story started and when I looked over a few minutes later he was gone. I looked around and saw him walking off with Mike and Paul. I could guess what was going to happen and elbowed Donny again. He looked at them a moment and then told me they wouldn't hurt him. I wasn't sure if I should be relieved or what. Larry could be a pain in the butt sometimes, but for some reason I really didn't want to see him get hurt. I trusted Donny's judgment about these guys and minded my own business. As the fire died down, guys would drift off to their sleeping bags or wherever they were going to plop for the night. I looked over where I had seen Larry go and there was some activity. "Lar, are you alright? You stayin' there or comin' with us tonight?" "Umph . . .umph . .yeeaaahhh . .umph . .oohhhh, fuck yeah . .umph . .uhh, stayin'." The grunts told me he was getting plowed so I knew he was happy; I didn't ask anything else. Donny and I had set our bag off to the side where we could keep track of what was happening, but we weren't under the big shelter with some of the younger ones. We crawled into the same bag and I rolled over on my side, using my forearm as a pillow. Donny was behind me and pulled me in to spoon him. "Brad, can I ask ya somethin'?" "Yeah." "I mean, I know it's none of my business, and you don't have ta answer, but I was just wonderin' somethin'. I know you like to fool around with Ray and all, and I had'n said nothin' to nobody, but do you fool around with anybody else?" I lay there and thought for a minute, wondering why he asked me that. "Not really. I like bein' with Uncle Ray. First time I wanted to play around some he let me, but when I wanted him to fuck me, he would'n do it; said I was too young. It was only a few months ago that he finally took my cherry; actually, he didn't take it, I gave it to him." I laughed a little. "He had ta slow me down before I hurt myself. I'd read this story where a kid about twelve liked to get fucked and he would sit on somebody's pole and just kick his feet out and drop down. The story was written so it sounded like it felt good, but Uncle Ray said I was about to cause myself more pain than I'd want to think about." "You like it, I mean, when he fucks you and all?" "Yeah, but that's not how we look at it. Sometimes, I like ta be pampered and he does it. Man, he makes every part of me tingle and I just about go nuts. He knows how to rub me and tease me so I get just like a whimpering wet puppy. When he takes my treasure, that's what we call it, he does it nice and gentle. After he fills me, I like ta fall asleep with him still in me. Sometimes though, I like it ta be a little harder and rougher. That's when I tell him I need a good ol' fashioned butt poundin'. I need to be fucked good. He does it, but he makes sure not ta hurt me. What about you? I know you took my butt at initiation, but anybody take you?" "Not since last Easter. There was a guy here that I was good friends with and me and him used to sneak off and play around some. His folks got divorced and he moved up north with his mom. I fooled around with some of these other guys, but nothin' regular; wasn't the same. Brad . . . I liked it when you and me did it; that was nice. Think that maybe some time we could fool around some more; just you and me? I thought that maybe after I took your butt at initiation, you'd want to try mine." "I had'n fucked anybody 'cept Larry. He doesn't care as long as he's the one getting' it, so I'm ot sure how good I'd be." "You don't need ta worry 'bout that part. Just follow your instincts and do what you like Uncle Ray ta do to you. Man, I bet that feels good. I always wanted him ta plow me, but I'm scared ta death to mention it to 'im. I bet he's a real good fuck." While we talked, somewhere along the way, he started gently rubbing the side of his thumb over my nipple. He was sending chills through my whole body. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what he was getting at; especially with his pole sticking me in the leg. Strange thing was that I'd thought the same thing. Before I got initiated at the camp I more or less had the hots for Donny. Uncle Ray said I had to learn through experience with other kids, not just him; I chose Donny. Given how he took me during the initiation, I figured Donny had the same thoughts; he just gave me an invitation on a silver platter. That's what these guys planned these campouts for; a teen boy orgy. There were lots of times I wanted to fool around with Donny, but couldn't with Larry around. We did it here at the camp, and that one time the three of us went at it in front of the computer, but I'm talking about other times. There were times I wished Larry didn't get home the same time as me and Donny; we could fool around some in private. It was different with Donny, and I was comfortable with him. I liked him as a good friend, but I didn't love him. I rolled over, looked at him and spoke softly. "My other nipple likes to get rubbed, too." He rubbed the other nipple as we let our foreheads come together. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations. For the first time, I reached up and gave Donny a soft kiss on the lips. He took a sharp breath and I backed up. We looked at one another and, this time, he moved in to give me a light kiss. The kiss gradually became a little more passionate and we suckled on each other's tongue. I whimpered as he first pinched and then twisted my nipple. I broke the kiss and went for his neck, licking and kissing my way all the way around and up to his ear. He arched his back and whimpered his passion as his arms wrapped around me and pulled me close. We didn't say any more. This wasn't love and it wasn't pampering, it was plain old hot sex between two teenage boys in heat. We already knew there were similar noises all around us. Skin slapped skin, so we didn't care if anyone heard us. After a few minutes, we forgot about anyone being around us. Back and forth we went. I nibbled and tongued his nipple while he gasped for air. He took a deep breath and pushed me off while he moved down to suckle on my nipple. We rolled back and forth, moving from one nip to another. Our hands never stayed still, constantly roaming the other's body or controlling the other with a handful of hair; we constantly stroked and squeezed the other's boyhood. Lying in the sleeping bag, we both sweat like we were in a Turkish bath. Our skin was slick and felt erotic as we managed to slide all over one another. We didn't freak out and scream like two idiots putting on a show for everyone. We did stay busy and managed to do our share of grunts and moans; sounds usually buried in the other's body. He pulled me on top of him and locked his legs over mine. We humped away at each other, but were careful not to go over the top. We both had to bury our mouths in the other's neck. Instinctively, we bit down and marked each other while we let our bodies calm down. There was more playing to enjoy before we let the juices fly. I lay on him, trying to relax some when I felt his fingers travel lightly over my cheeks. I had to take a quick breath. I rolled to the side, but held on, facing him. He looked at me and grinned. I reached down and massaged his twins gently. I rolled them in my fingers, then pulled at his sac. As I let up on pulling his sac, my fingers inched their way over his perineum. He gasped and whimpered. He was one horny dude. My finger found his hole and explored. He opened for me to have easier access to his treasure. "Fuck me." He said in almost a whisper; desperation sounded in his voice. "There's lube in the pocket of the sleeping bag." I found the lube and immediately put some on my finger. Returning to his hole, I teased the lips and then pressed in. I hooked my finger and pulled. I was seeing a new side of Donny; this boy really liked to be worked on. I pistoned the finger in and out several times and then moved it in a circle; he moaned and buried his face in my neck. I pushed a second finger in and moved them in a scissors motion. He squirmed and begged for more. After a few minutes, with him sweating and panting for air, I positioned myself between his legs. My biggest problem would be to control myself so I didn't pop as soon as we touched. He pulled his legs knees up to his chest. "Do it hard. I like to feel you go in real hard and fast. One big plunge. Go ahead." You could hear the passion and desire in his voice. I did like he said and raised my body up, placed my rod at the entrance of his hole and thrust down as hard and fast as I could. He yelped a little and his head arched backwards. I was afraid I hurt him. "Nice; real nice." He offered. "Now plow away, make me know you're there. I did just as he asked me to. I'd never fucked anyone 'cept Larry and I wouldn't do him like this. Donny talked like he knew what he was asking me to do and I obliged. I pounded him so hard that sweat just dripped off me and onto him. I'd pump him three or four times real hard and then change pace. Once, I stopped and swiveled my hips to turn my rod in a circle, he whimpered like a baby. When we started up again he reached up and gave me a titty twister. It hurt like hell, but I loved it. His rod was harder and bigger than I'd ever seen it. When he shot off, his sphincter clamped down on my pole and caused me to shoot. I filled his butt while he shot all over both of us. I fell on top of him. When our bodies stopped convulsing from the orgasm and our breathing returned to normal, I slipped to his side. He turned on his side and we pulled at one another. Cradled in each others arms, we fell asleep. The ringing of the cell phone startled us awake. Donny reached for the phone; it was his dad. We were about to get company. Both of us had every boy's morning problem plus we were covered in dried boy juices. There was only one cure; we had to make a run for the river before our dads showed up. We ran through the camp, waking everyone and letting them know some of the dads were on their way with bacon and egg sandwiches. Everybody dragged until they heard the part about dads being on the way; everybody had the same idea and headed for the river. I found Larry sandwiched between Paul and Mike. The position of their bodies didn't require any imagination to figure out how they spent the night. The water was cold; actually, it was COLD, BRRRRRR! We knew it would be cool and decided to go for it all at once. Good thing we did because if I had any idea how cold it was I would have just told Uncle Ray that I spent the night having a learning experience. That had to be the quickest bath I ever had and getting out, I looked for the warmest spot in the sun. Spring fed rivers are cool in the summer; they're down right cold in the fall. **** After lunch at the cabin, Mr. Paul told Donny that his grandparents were asking for some private time. Larry wanted to go back out to the campsite and wanted to know if we were going to stay out there that night, too. After asking about the boys, Uncle Ray told Larry he could head back out and he would think about tonight. I knew him well enough to know that meant that unless someone came up with a good reason not to go back out, we could camp out again tonight. Uncle Ray and I rode Pony down the same path Donny and I normally followed. We were headed towards the beach where there was a rope hanging from the trees and away from where the other boys camped out. I was getting the private time I wanted. I leaned back into him. He held the reins with one hand and had his other hand and arm across my body. I had a hand on his arms, pulling at the hair on his forearm. Pony just loped along. We didn't say anything, I just enjoyed being held; it was nice. The path suddenly stopped and there was a wide, sandy beach in front of us. Two trees stood like guards at a gate. Pony was tethered to one tree where he could graze on some grass. Uncle Ray sat on the ground and then I sat between his legs and leaned back. "You guys have fun camping out last night?" "Yeah." "What'd you do?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Nothin' special, just guy stuff. You know." "Ohhhh, I see." I wasn't sure I liked the way he said that, then I knew I didn't. "Just a bunch of horny teenage boys sitting innocently around the campfire telling dirty jokes to one another. I understand." He was quiet for a minute and I thought I was safe. "How many circle jerks did you guys go for?" I turned around and looked at him. "None," I told him, half smiling. "We didn't have any circle jerks. We were good." Then I straddled his lap, leaned into him and rested my head on his shoulder. "Well, I'm glad to hear you were good. But if you decide you want to camp out tonight you better take the bug spray with you." What was he talking about? I sat up and looked at him. He tapped the side of my neck. "That must have been one big bed bug that bit you to leave that mark." He tapped the side of my neck again. My hand went right to the mark; I'd forgotten about it. He knew. "I'd guess that the bug was just about Donny size?" and he gave me that look of his that said he knew what we had been doing. I couldn't keep a straight face. I probably turned three shades of red while looking down and giggled. He cupped my head in his hands and bent forward; he kissed me lightly on the forehead. "I have to tease my boy sometimes. Besides, I think you need a reminder once in a while that ol' Uncle Ray isn't quite so naïve and you don't always get away with as much as you think; I just let you think you do." I felt him pull his legs up. He brushed the hair off my forehead as he guided me back to lean against his legs. "It's not polite to notice those things, did'n you know that?" I let my head fall backwards and closed my eyes. The sun felt good shining down on us. I could feel his hand turned sideways, palm down, planning over my chest and stomach. He wasn't trying to be erotic with it, just relaxing; and he was. After doing that several times his fingers started at my ear lobes and one finger traced down along the top of my shoulders, and then down my arm. When he reached my hand he traced lightly between each finger. It felt fantastic! It also gave me goosebumps. I tried not to think of anything. For a few minutes my mind went blank as I enjoyed his caresses. Life should always be that simple and wonderful. As always, though, my mind slowly drifted to the inevitable that would happen in another ten days. When I lifted my head and looked at him, he saw the tears forming. "Ssshhhh, kiddo; don't think about it. Don't waste the last few days being sad. It's been a great four months and let's just try to enjoy the last week and a half." He pulled me close for a minute and then lay me back. "What other kind of trouble did you three get into last night that I shouldn't know?" He knew that I'd wind up laughing. "Nothin' bad, honest." For some reason I had to have an expression that screamed of absolute guilt. "You kinda like Donny, don't you?" "Yeah, as a good friend. He's kinda neat and you said I needed to have experience with other boys my age." I looked for his approval and the smile he showed me was it. "He gets horny too, real horny, but sometimes he likes to get kinda hot, ya know what I mean?" He didn't; or, at least that's what his expression said. "He likes ta give titty twisters." He looked at me like I was nuts, so I grabbed his nipple, pinched it hard and gave it a good twist. "That's a titty twister." "OW!! That hurt! Would you like for me to show you a nut cracker?" "No!" We were both laughing and I pulled myself in real tight against him so he couldn't reach between my legs. "I know what my horny boy needs. Hold on, kiddo." I held tight while he stood up and held me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked them behind his back. He held me close and tight. Then he started walking. It only took a minute to see what he was up to. "No, Uncle Ray! No! Stop! No . .no, no, no, nooooo! It's cold. NO!" SPLASH! And we were in the river. "Oh Gaahhhdd!! It's freezing. It wasn't this cold this morning when Donny and me jumped in to clean the cu . . . . Oh shit. Did it again, did'n I?" "You mean when you and Donny jumped in the river to wash the cum off your bodies? Paul and I saw you do it, but we didn't want to embarrass you." We got out of the river and I looked for another warm spot. I had to check and make sure everything was still there; the twins had climbed back inside. He sat back down against the tree and held his arms open for me. I cuddled into him and got comfortable. I also demanded lots of cuddling after that trick he pulled. "Gotta be able to pick on my boy once in a while." Yeah, he did; his boy liked it too. He held me till I warmed up and then we got on Pony to head back to the cabin. My right hand held his forearm. My left hand rested on his shoulder while I melted into him. Pony loped at the normal 'got all day' pace. "Uncle Ray? Remember when I came down here with Donny about the third time? Well, that's when I kinda got initiated. It wasn't bad or anything. The guys just tie you up to a tree limb and blindfold you; then they tell you all this crap they're gonna do, but don't. I'm not supposed to tell you all the stuff we did though, but it wasn't bad." I had already digressed from what I really wanted to tell him and had to wait a few minutes to work up my nerve again. "Uncle Ray, Donny figured out that I like to play with you and that maybe we're more than just . . .you know . . ." "I know, kiddo, and that's alright. Donny won't say anything. We're okay, so just relax." "Uncle Ray, I let Donny fuck me that day I was initiated. Actually, I asked him to; I wanted him to." I didn't wait to see if he'd say anything. I didn't have to tell him, but I wanted to. Something in me always wanted to let him know that I trusted him so much I could tell him anything and not be afraid. "Thing is, it wasn't like with you. I like it better with you. I had'n let nobody else touch my treasure though . . . . ever." He immediately squeezed me hard and held me. He bent over and kissed me on the top of my head. I heard him whisper "love you." We rode the rest of the way back, content. End Ch Seventy-Two To Be continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com