Camping: The Remaining Chapters

[GettinJizzywitit]

Hey folks, Jizzy here. Quite a while ago I began writing a story. It was called Camping. The story was about a young man named Josh who was on a camping trip with his Father, his best friend Aaron and Aaron's Father Mike. I had writen up to the 13th chapter and then something magical happened. I fell in love and life kind of took over. In the back of my head I had always intended to finish my story but I never seemed to get around to it. Things have settled a bit now and the story of Josh, Aaron, Mike and John has been burning through my cranium making it's way out.

The biggest tragedy is that the early chapters have been lost. I have yet to perform a recovery on my hard drive which will yield chapters 1-10 for a rewrite. But until then I can only give you a brief synopsis, present the existing chapters, and finish the story I set out to tell.


Josh and his father John go on a fall camping trip with friends Mike and his son Aaron. They have not seen in about three years. Both Josh and Aaron had just turned 18 and began their senior year of high school. Upon Josh's reunion with Aaron he begins to notice feelings that are, for the most part, alien to him. Aaron and Josh soon find that time has matured their bodies and with this reunion they begin to explore their sexuality.

At the same time Josh's Father John cathces up with Aaron's Father Mike. Mike, however, seems distant and often takes drives around the campsite by himself. We find out that while Aaron is discovering and coming to terms with his sexuality his father, Mike, has been fighting his gay tendencies his whole life. John, Josh's father, explains to Josh during a hike that Mike has lived a lie. Though John is straight he is hurt to see his dear friend afraid to come out and live an honest life. After this revelation Josh feels it might be safe to speak to his father about his sexual orientation.

After the hike Josh, Aaron and John make a subtle discovery. Mike was spending time at the rangers station. It soon becomes apparent that Aaron's father, Mike arranged the camping trip at this particular campsite in order to hook up with this guy, the ranger, whom he had met on the net. Aaron, unaware of his Father's inner struggle, is oblivious to the signs of what is going on. What is more, the Ranger has been spying on Aaron and Josh's blooming sexual awakenings with eachother and plans to use their secrets against them.

We pick up here at chapter 11. Josh, Aaron, and John return to the campsite after a long hike. Mike, who was at the Ranger's station when the three finished their hike, has followed them back to camp in his truck.

enjoy.

CHAPTER 11
Dad turned the truck off and I opened the passenger side door, spilling out onto the gravel at our campsite, Aaron was right behind me. Mike pulled up in his truck in an adjacent campsite driveway. I stretched and the kink in my neck sent a sharp pain along the right side of my back. I walked to the area around the campfire where our chairs sat and looked around. Aaron passed behind me and headed to the cooler near the picnic table our food stuff was at.

"Want anything?" Aaron asked. "Yeah we have any more Dasani?" I asked. Aaron reached into the ice, recovered a bottle of Dasani and tossed it to me. My Dad was standing out side of the truck reaching behind the front seat. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Gettin' my book. Gonna read for a while" My Dad answered. "You look like crap dude." Aaron said to me. " I feel like crap." I agreed, "I want to take a nap. My neck is killing me." "I got some Ibuprofen, you want some?" Aaron offered. "Yeah, where is it?" I asked. "In my bag" Aaron said, "I'll get it for you." He and I walked over to the tent. Aaron unzipped the front cover and we crawled inside.

Aaron reached for his bag and I laid out the sleeping bags again as a bed. "Here you go." Aaron said handing me two pills. "Thanks." I said, popped the pills into my mouth and took a swig of water to wash them down. Aaron puled a book from his bag. "What are you gonna do?" I asked. "This book I brought. I'm gonna read." Aaron replied holding it up so I could see the cover. Stephen King's Skeleton Crew. "I borrowed it from my Dad's book shelf." Aaron added.

Aaron went out of the tent grabbed one of the chairs that was near the dormant campfire and situated it under a tree. I zipped the door to the tent closed and unzipped the windows. A nice breeze began to flow through the tent. I laid down on my back reaching my arms under the pillow under my head, closed my throbbing eyes, and let out a big sigh as I surrendered to exhaustion. I lay there briefly bouncing between awake and asleep and then I was out.

A short while later I woke up. My eyes opened reflexively and I continued to doze. I felt my dick getting hard and once I was aware of it I rolled over so that nobody would see my hard-on. As I rolled over I glanced at the chair Aaron was sitting in before, but now he was not there. I looked around the campsite, but all was quiet. Was I the only one here? I fell back asleep.

The abrasive noise of the zipper to the tent woke me and I opened my eyes to see Aaron fumbling, frustrated with the tent flap. I sat up to help him and opened the tent for Aaron. Something was wrong with him. "What's up?" He asked, "Did you have a good nap?" "Yeah, what time is it?" I muttered.
"It's like 5:30 I think." Aaron said, as he tossed his book into his bag.

"Where's Mike and my Dad?" I asked.

"Dunno." He looked at me and sighed.

"What?" I asked.

"I know who saw us in the bathroom."

"Who?" I asked.

"Steve." Aaron said. "That fucking faggot ranger motherfucker."

"The Ranger?"

"That ranger guy. Who goes around cleaning. The one at the trail with the house."

"He saw us?" I sputtered, trying to wake up, my head swirling with surprise.

"yeah." Aaron said.

"How do you... How, I mean, what, how do you know?"

"He fucking told me."

"He said something to you?" Aaron stopped. "What?" I asked. "I went for a walk. You were asleep. You were taking a nap."

"Did you see him?"

"I walked out along the lake and I ran into him, yeah"

"Well what happened?"

"I was walking along the shore. I walked forever then I decided to head back. I walked back and then cut up to where the road runs along the shore. I was like thinking it was shorter to go that way. I'm all walking and this truck pulls up behind me. I look and it's the ranger. He was all 'Hey you want a ride back to camp?' and I was like 'Sure okay.' So I climb in. We're driving and he says ' You mind if I stop up at this camping area to check the trash cans?' I told him 'Oh yeah sure that's cool.'

"So he pulls up to this campsite and up to the bathrooms and shuts off the truck and gets out. I'm sitting in the truck like waiting for him. He goes around and checks all the cans, and they were all empty. Then he went into the bathroom building. I wait and then He like sticks his head out the bathroom door and waves me out to like come and help him with something. I thought he needed help."
I sat listening to Aaron bracing for what I knew was coming.

Aaron continued, "I get out and go into the bathrooms thinking like 'What the hell?' and he's in there sitting on the bench in front of the lockers with no pants on with his dick in his hand."

"What the fuck?" I said, "Well what happened?"

"I was like 'Uh what are you doing?' and he was all like 'I bet you were wondering who it was that opened the door to the Shower building.' sitting there stroking it."

"He was jacking off right there in front of you?" I asked.

"His big ass dick in his hands he was sitting there straddling the bench."

"So he saw us?" I asked.

"He said 'Well I went to go clean the showers that night and the dead bolt on the door was locked which I thought was pretty strange until I unlocked it and saw you and your boyfriend fucking' he said. Then he was all 'I sure could use a little help with this thing' ."

"Well what did you do?"

"I said 'You're fucking sick dude! That's not my boyfriend' He's my best friend. We weren't fucking' Then he was all 'I know that, your boyfriend was giving you a blowjob. Won't you come over here and help me out' Then I said 'Fuck you!' to him and went to walk out the door and he was all 'That older couple were nicer to me. What's the matter? Am I not your type?' I got pissed off. I turned to him and was all "Those two older guys are not a couple, okay? Those are our Dads. We are all out here just camping.' "

"You told him that?" I asked, hoping that nothing else was said.

"Yeah. I got pissed. Dude please don't be mad."

"What?"

"He asked me, he's all 'So that's your guy's Dads?' and I was like 'Yeah, they're not lovers or some stupid shit like that you dumb ass' and he says ' They don't know about you and your buddy do they. Because that would really suck if they found out their boys were fucking each other.' "

"He threatened you like that?" I asked. "Yeah he was sitting there jacking off fucking threatening me. So I was like 'dude your a sick fuck and nobody will believe anything you have to say. ' and then he jumped up and like tried to push me up against the wall and I punched him in the face." Aaron began to tear up, embarrassed to say anything else. I sat looking at him. The birds sang softly up in the trees above us. Aaron spoke again," I ran out the door. Then while I was walking on the road he pulls up and his nose was all bleeding and shit and he says that he fucked my dad and he was a good fuck and he took off. Dude what if he says something to our Dads? What are we gonna do?"

I sat numb for a minute. So the dumb ass ranger was the one who caught us. He thought we were couples up here camping. Wow. He's fucking around with Aaron's Dad and he caught us so why wouldn't he think that. Now he wanted Aaron. He nearly raped Aaron ' What the hell do I do. ' I thought. And no Aaron isn't gonna be pushed around like that. Who's gonna believe some nut job running a campsite. Tomorrow we are leaving anyway, we won't see him before then.

I couldn't tell Aaron about his Dad either. I promised my Dad that would remain a secret. It was Mike's job to be open to his son and confront that issue with himself. If the ranger told my Dad about what he saw my Dad would just ask me if it was true and I could just say, no, that it wasn't. That would be a lie, but so what. But my Dad wouldn't care if I was gay. Why would I lie to him when he is always so truthful to me?

Then Aaron said, "He said that if I didn't meet up with him tonight he would report our conduct to the police. Lewd acts in a public place or something." That's about the time my heart sank. "Okay." I said. "I'm done fucking around." Just then My Dad pulled up in his truck. Aaron and I stepped out of our tent.

"Hey guys." My Dad said.

"Where'd you go?" I asked my Dad. "Batteries. I needed some batteries for the flash light.. It Went out."
"Oh" I said. Aaron found his book near his seat and sat down to read again. "Sleep well?" My Dad asked.
"Yeah I was totally out." I said walking over to the table where my Dad was opening a flashlight. "I saw that Ranger guy at the store." My Dad said. Aaron got up and headed towards the bathrooms. "Oh yeah?" I said, "How was he?"

"It didn't look like he was doing too good." My Dad said, "He had blood all over his shirt. Looked like he got clobbered in the face."

"Wow." was all I could interject, then I noticed Mike's absence. "Hey where is Mike?" I asked. "Sleeping in the tent." My Dad said 'Oh shit' I thought, 'did he hear Aaron and I? Naw.'

"Are you?" My Dad said to me. "Huh" I asked my Dad. "I said, I'm hungry. Are you?" My Dad repeated. "Yeah,"I managed "Yeah I am. Just out of it."

"You alright?"

"Actually Dad no I'm not." I said glancing at the bathrooms.

"What's going on? You guys fighting?"

"No. There's alot to tell you I need to talk to you privately"

"We're private right now."

"What about Mike?" I whispered "Mike sleeps hard. He won't hear a thing." My Dad assured me. "Dad. Okay. That Ranger dude went after Aaron just now."

"Went after him?"

"Yeah like sex-after."

"What are you talking about?"

"Aaron went for a walk and the Ranger made a pass at Aaron and Aaron hit him."

"He hit the Ranger?"

"Yes. Don't tell Aaron you know. He'd be embarrassed."

"The ranger went after Aaron." My Dad contemplated."Yeah." I said. "The asshole didn't have enough with Mike he wanted more. Well at least Aaron hit 'em. We'll be leaving tomorrow. I'm really sorry I let Mike pick this campsite. This trip hasn't been so hot."

"Well Dad no it's been great. I've had a great time. It's not your fault."

"Something wasn't right. Mike pushed to come to this campground. Said it was the best deal and all that shit."

"Dad I need to tell you tell you something. The ranager guy threatened Mike and I..." Just then Aaron walked out of the bathrooms. I made eye contact with my Dad as if to say 'not in front of Aaron'. I ended.

Aaron sat back down in his chair. "Whatcha reading Aaron" My Dad asked. "Skeleton Crew. Stephen King." Aaron said. Just then Mike unzipped his tent and came out. "Tonight,"My Dad said,"Let's have an old fashioned night around the campfire. Just us." "Cool. Can we have S'mores?" Aaron asked in a mocking way. "If we have the stuff." My Dad said. "If we don't have the stuff I'll go get it." Mike offered. "No let's just stick around the campfire tonight. Just hang out around the campsite." My Dad insisted.

I saw what my Dad was doing. If we could just keep Mike here and stick together, there would be safety in a group. We could bolt in the morning and go our separate ways. For me and Aaron it would be great. Nobody would know anything about anything. Maybe I would never have to tell my Dad about Aaron and I. Not now anyway. But if I didn't I'd be just like Mike. Living a lie. A fucking secret life that tangles everyone up into a big dangerous fucking mess. Keeping a secret like that would be alot harder than living the truth.

 

[Craiger]

Well, it's about time..................lol I remember the story well and am glad you decided to continue. Welcome back....


Craiger

 

[GettinJizzywitit]

Chapter 12

The smell of steak filled the air as my Dad poked at the four steaks on his charcoal grill. At the fire Mike was sitting gazing into the flames as dusk was soon becoming night. Aaron was sipping on a Dr. Pepper and lounging in a chair across from his dad reading his book. I dealt with my nervous energy in a productive way. After helping my Dad setup for dinner, I began to gather what was left of our firewood and stack it near the campfire.

I anticipated leaving no later than 10am, so I decided to be ahead of the game. I climbed into my tent and began to organize. I separated our bags and made the bed, laying out sleeping bags. My Dad and Mike were talking, going on about something. I wasn't exactly sure what.

I began to think about the Ranger, Tom. What if he comes to do the trash cans like usual. Will he cause a scene? No. He would be too afraid to come around, thinking he may get his ass kicked by all of us. What if he does though? He said he wanted Aaron tonight. He wanted him at the cabin or He was gonna fucking tell everyone what Aaron and I were doing. He said he'd report our activity. My Dad just thinks this is some whacko sick bastard trying to get his nuts off. I hope anyway. But my Dad doesn't know the whole story. The story of Aaron and I. How the Ranger saw us.

"Hey guys the steaks are about ready." My Dad said to us all. We all grouped around the table, each grabbed a plate from the stack I made earlier, and Dad dished out the steaks. We sat at the picnic table, a gas lantern in the center, and chowed down. The steaks were perfect. Aaron glanced at me, I looked at him. His nerves were rattled. His shifty eyes told of a guy with other things on his mind. I looked at him and gave the "It'll be cool." smile and continued to eat. Aaron looked at the road as we heard a truck drive by. It continued into the distance and Aaron continued to eat.

We finished dinner and I tossed my paper plate into the fire. The steak juices sizzled as the burnt down to smoke. I grabbed a log and wedged it onto the fire. Aaron finished, grabbed a water from the cooler threw his plate into the fire and sat down. Instantly Aaron shot up out of his seat. "FUCK!" He yelled quickly pulling his flip-flop off of his foot and rubbing his foot. "What's wrong?!" I asked. "Something bit me." Aaron said painfully. My Dad grabbed the flashlight from the table and shined the light on Aaron's foot. There was a red welt and a little brown splinter on the side of his right foot. "Right there" My Dad said and held Aaron's foot closer. "Bee sting" My Dad said. "Bee sting?" Aaron said nervously. "You allergic?" My Dad asked. "Yeah he is." Mike said looking close at the sting area which grew in redness.
"Well what do we do?" I asked.
"You got stuff with you?" My Dad asked Aaron.
"No I don't keep stuff with me. I should have brought something I guess, but I didn't think." Aaron answered in a shaky voice.
"The store should have some Benydryl, that would help." Mike offered, "Let's drive up there real quick and see if it's open."
"Someone needs to stick around the camp. That fire is still goin' and our stuff is all out." My Dad deftly asserted, "We don't all need to go."
"I'll take him up there." Mike then said.
"Dad it'll be cool. I'll just run up there and get some Benydryl." Aaron said
"Why Benydryl?" I asked.
"Antihistamine." Mike said, "They gave it to him in the emergency room the first time he got stung. We just use that now and it works."

Mike headed to his truck and opened the door. "Let's take my truck." Mike said and climbed inside. Mike inserted the key into the ignition and turned the key. The truck gave a sluggish turn of the engine and Mike tried it again. "Shit!" Mike said, " I left my lights on. The Battery is dead. Can you jump me?" "Here, Mike, let's just take my truck." My Dad said hurriedly. The three of them, Mike, my Dad, and Aaron climbed into the cab of my Dad's old Ford and he started the truck.

"Dad!" I yelled and went to the driver side window. "Huh?" My Dad asked. "You got your cell phone?" I asked. "Yeah right here." My Dad answered, "You need somethin' call me. We'll be right back." "K." I said and they pulled out of the campsite and down the gravel road to the main highway, paused, and turned left towards the store and the trucks noise faded into the distance.

Silence. I looked around nervously as night engulfed the campsite. 'They'll be right back." I told myself. I sat and looked at the fire with it's embers glowing red. I reached over to the next chair and grabbed the book Aaron was reading and opened to page one. Too dark to read I decided to forget it. My head still hurt from the insane headache I had earlier and so I decided to look for the Advil. They were in Aaron's bag. Aaron put his bag behind the seat in his Dad's truck earlier.

I opened the passenger side door of Mike's truck and pulled the seat forward to get to Aaron's bag. As I dug into Aaron's bag and found the Advil I noticed a blue glow coming from a black leather camera bag that was jostled open by my search. Curiosity got me and I opened the bag. It was a video camera that, I guess, was Mike and Aaron's. The silence again closed in as my curiosity edged me on. The Camera was in VCR/Playback mode and I hit the rewind button. The tape clicked, whirred and stopped almost instantly. I hit play.

The screen went black showing only today's date in white in the lower right corner of the screen. Suddenly on screen was a blur of orange flesh and from the small speakers on the camera I could hear Mike's voice. The screen came into focus and looking straight down at Tom the Ranger's brown head of hair moving back and forth on Mike's eight inch looking dick. "Oh fuck yeah." Mike said in the video, "You like that cock?" "Mmmm Oh yeah." Tom moaned. My eyes widened. Shocked at what played out on the screen.

The shot cut and the view moved around as Mike adjusted the camera and setting it's view on a bed. Tom walked into view and laid down on the bed, his large dick giving into gravity and resting hard on his abdomen. He had a hairy chest that was darkened with swirling patterns of hair all of which led to his abdomen and crotch. Tom reached to a night stand and opened a condom. Tom unfurled the latex rubber onto his shaft and said to Mike,"You ready for this cock up your ass bitch?" Mike walked into camera, his dick hard, wet with precum, "Give it to me." He said. Mike then straddled Tom facing away from him and towards the camera's view. Mike slowly settled onto Tom's dick as Tom guided it into Mikes asshole. Mikes face was red with ecstasy and strained in pleasure. "Mike you fuckin' cunt ride that cock bitch" Tom said as Mike rocked up and down on his shaft. Mikes dick remained hard, bouncing, flailing at the mercy of Mikes raging movements. Tom slapped Mikes ass and grabbed his waist guiding and pulling Mike. "Fuck yeah bitch" Tom moaned, "Nice tight ass." "Oh Christ!" Mike yelled. "Yeah bitch ride my cock." Tom yelled. "I'm gonna cum" Mike yelled breathlessly, bouncing up and down on Tom's meat. Mikes body jerked, he arched his back and without touching his dick once streams of white jizz flung from his bouncing cock."FUCK YES!" Mike yelled, "Oh Fuckin Christ!" Tom reached around and milked Mikes dick. "Get up, Get up." Tom said. Mike jumped up and stood in front of the bed. Tom got up and had Mike lay face down on the bed with his lower half off of the bed and his ass in the air. Tom approached from behind and stationed himself behind Mikes awaiting ass. Slowly inching forward Tom began thrusting his dick into Mike. More moans filled the room. Tom's tight, hairless, tan-lined ass rhythmically flexed with each push further into Mike's hole. Faster, harder. Tom slapped Mikes ass hard, Mike yelped. "You want my cum bitch?" Tom yelled. "Yes!" Mike said under strain, "Yes!" Tom pulled his dick out of Mike's anus ripped the condom of and began to jack himself off. Cum, gelatinous and frothy shot from the tip of Tom's throbbing mushroom headed cock. Tom's body spasmed and jerked with each shot. Tom let out a huge sigh.and rested, leaning over Mikes back, supporting himself with his muscular arms. Tom then pushed off of the bed and Mike got up and approached the camera. Static.

I pressed stop on the player and turned it off. The fire crackled in the background. 'Whoa.' I thought. 'I, what, what do I do?' . Then I felt my dick was hard as a rock. 'I gotta see that again' I thought. The urge to jack off was tremendous. 'Mike was fucking hot! What am I thinking? Mike's an asshole! Oh I gotta jack off to this!' Thoughts swarmed my head as the urge got stronger to pop my load off. Camera in hand I headed for the bathroom building. 'What am I doing?' I thought.

I opened the door to the bathroom building and closed myself into a stall in the corner of the room. I dropped my pants and my dick sprung out. I hit the play button to watch and scan back through the hot fuck session, but before I could hit rewind Aaron appeared on screen. It was footage of earlier this evening. Aaron was sitting trying to read his book. "Watcha got there Aaron? Watcha readin?" Mike said in the video holding the camera steady on his son. "Your book Dad, the one I borrowed. Get the camera off of me." Aaron answered. "Am I bugging you?" Mike asked Aaron tauntingly. "Don't make me come over there."Aaron threatened to his playful stalker. "Oh what are you gonna do?" Mike asked. "This!" Aaron yelled and bolted towards the camera tackling his dad and the view shook violently as laughter filled the audio.

My hardon subsided as the whole situation between Aaron and his Dad took control of my brain. I am sick. This isn't right. I can't jack off to Aaron's Dad. I can't jack off to that fucking ranger. How could I live with myself. Just then the door to the bathroom building opened and broke the silence with a metal thud.

"Mike? You in here?" Tom the ranger said. In the most whispered grovel I could make I responded, almost in reflex, "Yeah." "Anyone else around? I just saw your truck." Tom said. "No." I said again trying to imitate Mike's lower tone, and I hit record on the camera.

"What are you doing?" Tom said, and I heard the lock in the door slide into place. Tom began towards the stall I was in as my mind raced. ' What do I fucking do?' I thought. Impulsively I pointed the camera over the stall toward him. and said "Strip dude." "Strip?" Tom said, "Mike?" I remained silent. My breathing became heavy with my racing heartbeat. Then I heard it. Tom unlatched his belt. and slowly began to undress giving the camera one hell of a peep show. I held the camera steady on Tom as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off revealing his familiar hairy chest. Tom then pulled his pants open and dropped his standard issue beige pants reveling his tight grey boxer shorts underneath. Tom then thumbed his waistband and pulled his briefs down exposing the explosion of hair and manhood that was underneath kicking his underwear to the side. He then stepped one foot onto the bench in the middle of the room, his large flaccid dick and low hanging balls dangling between his muscled legs. "Now you." Tom said. 'OH SHIT!' I thought. I reached into my pocket and pulled the cell phone out and hit speed dial for my Dad. It rang. His voicemail answered. 'FUCK!' I thought. "You gonna come out?" Tom asked enticingly. I ended the call to my Dad and redialed. Again it went straight to voicemail. 'SHIT!'

A sudden knock on the stall jolted me from my train of thought. "Hey," Tom said. "what are you so afraid of. Your ass still hurting?". I could see the top of his head on the other side of the thin metal stall. I redialed my Dad again and at that instance the cell phone slipped out of my hand and bounced onto the tile floor sliding out of the stall and away from reach. "You dropped something." Tom said, then silence. Where did he go? I looked at the tile floor trying to see a shadow, or hear anything from my limited vantage point. Above me I heard "HEY MIKE!" Tom was standing on the toilet in the next stall looking down on me. His face turned from playful to enraged as he realized I had him on tape striping from his ranger outfit while on the job.

I quickly fumbled with the slide lock on the stall and bolted out. Tom bounded off of the toilet he stood on and raced to catch me. I pulled on the door to run out but it did not give. It was dead-bolted shut. Tom's muscular arm wrapped around me and my neck. I dropped the camera, it bounced to the floor. Tom threw me to the floor. "You little fucker!" Tom yelled. "Who the fuck you think you are you little shit!" Tom kicked me with his barefoot knocking the wind out of me. "Trying to trick me, trying to get me on video you little prick?!" Tom pulled me off the floor and clenched his fist. "You know what I'm gonna do to you?" I was delirious looking fearful into his eyes. "I'm gonna rape your ass.!" He said with cold calculation. Fear spread through me.

A loud bang and the door to the bathrooms burst open wood breaking from the door jamb. "LIKE HELL YOU ARE YOU SICK FUCKER!!!" My Dad yelled and punched Tom in the face busting his nose. Blood gushed from Tom's face as his naked body went limp and fell to the cold cement floor. Aaron and Mike were right behind my Dad and Aaron and my Dad grabbed me and sat me on the bench. "Son are you okay?" My Dad asked urgently. "Are you alright?" Aaron asked. "Yeah I'm okay he kicked me in the stomach but it's cool." I said Mike found his camera on the floor. "What's this?" Mike asked, "Where'd you get this?" Then the hatred for all his secrecy bubbled forth out of me. "I got it from your truck Mike. Why don't you show them your movie." I said. "What movie?" Mike asked
"The one that shows you and this ranger fucking in his cabin."
My Dad's eyes widened and he said, "What?"
"Dad?" Aaron asked
"What?" Mike stammered, "he's joking."
I stared at Mike seeing him for the first time as a true coward.
"Mike give me the camcorder." My Dad insisted calmly.
"What? there's just our trip. There's nothing on there." Mike said.
"FUCKING GIVE ME THE CAMERA!" My Dad suddenly yelled.
Mike relunctantly handed my Dad the camera, saying " Josh is fucking lying. I don't fuck guys."
"Rewind it." I said and my Dad hit rewind, then play.

The video played out before Aaron and my Dad. My Dad wore a cold sorrowful look as Aaron's face changed from surprise, fear, and disgust. "FUcking turn that off!" Aaron yelled.
"Nice Mike. Really nice." My Dad said in a tone that I had only heard once before when I had made him so angry that he became scary. "Mike tell me something." My Dad started, "Why did you insist on camping here?"
"I liked this place. I had heard it was nice and it was cheap." Mike said.
"NO! Try again." My Dad sad in a firm voice.
"What John! What the fuck do you want me to say!" Mike belted
"I want you to explain to us all why the fuck you brought us to this campsite and why you put my son and your son in danger of being raped by this fucking pervert!"
"I didn't do shit!"
"Fuck you Mike! You did! When are you going to quit living a goddam lie Mike!"
"Fuck You John!"
"You wanted to when we were kids but I am not gay!"
Mike lunged at my Dad, my Dad blocked the punch and pushed Mike to the floor. Mike got up and tackled my Dad slamming them up against the wall of lockers. My Dad shoved Mike down again. Mike fell to the floor, and this time stayed. "Knock it off Mike. Quit being such a pussy. You brought us up here to this campsite because he was here. This dumbass ranger. Because you wanted to fuck him. Right?" Mike sat with his head down ashamed. My Dad continued, "How's you meet him? The internet?" Silence
"Yeah it had to be." Aaron said. Mike looked at him. Aaron continued, "You have been chatting allot on the internet this past month. You were chatting with him." "No son." Mike mumbled. Mike then looked at my Dad, then Aaron again. "Yeah, " Mike said "Yeah I was chatting with him."
"You brought us up here so you could hook up with this ranger guy and it all.."My Dad began when Mike yelled,"SO WHAT! WHAT'S WRONG WITH WANTING TO FUCK AROUND?!!! I'M GAY WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THAT!"
"Nothing is wrong with being gay Mike," My Dad explained "It's your secrecy that is dangerous."
Mike began to cry silently.
My Dad continued, "The only good thing that came from your secrets is Aaron. The rest of your life has fallen apart. Your marriage crumbled under it, you felt the need to move put of town to escape your reputation, and now you put our boys in danger because you thought you could get off with some fuckhead you met on the internet. Did you know this ranger threatened to rape your son?"
Mike looked up at my Dad, eyes red with tears. He then looked at the ranger, his limp naked body sprawled out on the floor. "No." Mike answered.
"Your secrets are killing you Mike." My Dad said.

A long silence hung in the locker room. Aaron observed his Dad. Cold, beaten down, by the lies he lived. I sat nursing a sore stomach and trying to ignore the pang in my conscience that kept urging me to come clean with my Dad. "I fucking hate you!" Aaron yelled, "You are a coward Dad. You know what? I'm gay. And from this moment on I think I will always be gay. That's what I think. That's what I feel. You can go ahead and keep fucking up your life. Me I will just live and be honest with me and everyone else. You are a pussy!" Aaron left the building.

Mike stumbled up from the floor and led the way out of the locker room and towards our camp. We left Tom the ranger in the building to come to on his own. Mike climbed into the cab of his truck and sat. Motionless. I held the video camera in my hands, the emissary of truth, as I still held the truth about myself from all around me. I sat on a chair in front of the fire. My Dad sat next to me and handed me a Dr. Pepper.

"Dad"
"Yes Joshua."
"I really need to talk."

 

[Craiger]

Oh!... If I remember this is where you left off and now, thank god, you will continue so we know what happens. Don't keep us in suspense too long........

Craiger

 

[GettinJizzywitit]

Oh!... If I remember this is where you left off and now, thank god, you will continue so we know what happens. Don't keep us in suspense too long........

Craiger

No sir, this was the last chapter that I wrote.

Chapter 13

The fire in front of us burned quietly, popping and crackling every so often breaking the silence. I took a gulp of my Dr. Pepper. The sweet taste of the soda in my mouth faded into a bitterness.

"What's on your mind?" My Dad asked. A cool breeze brushed through the camp and against my back.
"There's alot." I said. I nervous burning sensation shot through my stomach into my chest. My pulse quickened. What do I say? Should I tell my Dad what is really going on? What would my Dad say if I told him I was gay? Another strike of tension hit my stomach, I sat up in my chair and strectehed. What would He do after he knew about how Aaron and I have been, well, screwing around? Are Aaron and I dating? Are we a couple? What IS it that we are? Two confused kids. Yeah we're just confused. We don't know what we are doing.

I am gay. There's no question. I don't think there is. I do Love Aaron. I think I love him. I have known him since Junior High. I know what he is like in good times and in bad times and I am cool with that. Why is it so hard to be who I am? Is it because I don't really even know who I am? Maybe. But I know who I am right now. I need to be brave enough to be who I am.

"Josh." My Dad said, breaking my thoughts.
"Yeah." I said distracted.
"What's been up?"
"Too much."
"I know."
"There's just alot that I need to say. Alot that I need to explain."
"Okay what."
"I am figuring alot of stuff out."
"About?"
"Me."
"Yeah. Like what"
Silence closed in. A minute or two passed.
"What?" My Dad prodded.
"It's just too much. I have been dealing with alot that I am figuring out."
"Son I know, you just said that. What is bothering you? What is so bad that you can't talk to me about it? You and I are close. We are best friends you and I. Is it something about you?"
"Yeah."
"Okay what? What is it that you could say that would make me suddenly change all that?"
"I know, nothing."
"Well no, I mean if you said 'I molest kids' or ' I murder people' I'd be upset. But that's about it."
I laughed. "Well..."
"Right." My Dad chuckled.

In the distance we heard noise from the shower building. The door swung open and a battered Ranger stumbled forth into the night. His clothes just barely thrown on, shoes untied, he made no attempt to look in our direction. His face bruised and swollen, he made his way to his truck, opened the door, and got inside. The ignition reluctantly kicked in and the rangers truck slugged into reverse, then forward, around the loop and out to the main highway. A brief stop at the bottom of the hill at the street and he then sped away. The sound of his truck faded.

"Asshole." My dad said.
Silence. Then My Dad hammered, "Get it off of your chest."
I got hot from the inside out. I sat my soda down on the ground and shifted in my fold up chair.
"This is just very hard for me." I said
"What could be this hard? You're killing yourself over nothing. What is bothering you?"
"I'm going through too much. Trying to figure myself out. On top of that a whole lot of shit happened this weekend that I need to talk about."
"What? With the Ranger?"
"That's part of it."
"What else?"
The swells of anxiety were unbearable. I felt as if I were on the edge about to take a dive into a deep pool of ice cold water. Wanting to just dive in and get it over with but too afraid to take the plunge. FUCK IT!
"Dad I am figuring things out about myself."
"Like what?"
"I think I am gay."
"You think?"
"Yeah."
"That's it?"
"Well, yeah."
"Ok."
A rush of calm and acceptance flooded me. Tears swelled in my eyes.
"Son," My dad continued "I had a feeling that you might be, but that is something for you to find out for yourself."
"You knew?"
"Well I didn't KNOW, just like you don't KNOW. But Josh you gotta understand. Mike went through the same thing and I saw the same things with him."
"Like what?"
"Being uncomfortable alot, talking about hot chicks either constantly or not at all, the fact that you don't really date."
"Yeah."
"Son why were you worried?"
"I was so affraid you would hate me. Or not love me anymore. I was so afraid that I would lose what we have. You're my Dad. I love you. But I can't change who I am becoming and when you think that there is something that might kill that you freak out. I don't want anything to hurt the way we are."
"If you were evil? Yeah I'd be disappointed. If you were violent? I would be disappointed. But just because you like guys? C'mon that's fucked up. That would be like me saying you had to like Action movies for us to get along. How shallow would that be? The fact that you will even open yourself up to love is a good thing."
"Yeah."
" I will tell you one thing though Josh."
"What?"
"Don't expect the same response from everyone else."
"Yeah I know."
"Some may get downright harsh."
"Yeah."
"Don't talk to ones that don't need to know. Fuck em."
"Okay. But there's more."
"What?" My Dad said with a knowing bit of curiosity.
"Aaron."
"What about Aaron?"
"He and I."
"I figured" My Dad interrupted.
"I think we like eachother"
"Well he's a good kid, but be careful."
"I don't understand."
"Well Aaron did basically come out. And just a minute ago we were sitting here and you were struggling to tell me that you were gay. I wasn't going to let you off the hook and just guess it and say it for you. I made you work for it. Because if that's who you REALLY are you'd of had the strength to let it out and well you did. Aaron is one I am concerned about."
"Why?"
"He's his Dad's son. They both deal with things in a similar way. They both tend to shy away from things. Especially about themselves. Aaron may feel like he is leaning towards being gay but you don't really know with him, or his Dad really. If you're figuring things out, fine. But protect your feelings right now."
Silence took over again as Dad gathered his thoughts and I digested mine. The flames were dying on the fire and Dad got up to put another log on.
"You gonna be up to put this out?" Dad asked.
"Think so. I am wondering where Aaron is." I replied.
"He'll be back."
"I'll wait up for him."
"Alright," My Dad said."I'm going to bed. But Son,"
"What?" I said.
"I love you. I am proud of you. You are brave enought o be you and you are one of my heros becuase of that."
Hot tears poured from my eyes again and my dad pulled me up out of the chair and wrapped his arms around me. He gave me a big hug and said, "You are gonna be just fine." And gave a last squeeze and then said, "'Night."

My Dad made his way to his tent. I began to hear Mike snoring in the front of his truck. The flame of the fire began to consume the log my Dad had just put onto it. It got quiet. Minutes passed as seconds and my mind digested the whole situation that developed and unfolded.

What started out just a few days ago as a camping trip has turned into one of those times you mark in life. It was my first kiss with a guy, my first sex ever, and I came out to my Dad. Then that shit happened with the ranger. I've never seen my Dad kick someone's ass before. That was cool. It was scary as fuck. I was cornered by that guy. Fuck I still hurt from that scuffle. For some reason my shoulder began to ache. My eyes became heavy. Darkness.

_______


Cold. I woke up with a shiver and saw that the fire before me had burnt to glowing embers, too weak to give off anymore heat. I had fallen asleep. I looked at my watch. 1:43 am. I was asleep for a good hour and a half. From the tent behind me I could hear the deep paced breathing of my Dad in a deep sleep. Mike was still snoring away in the front of his truck.

I got up in a tired haze and mentally excused my self for falling asleep with a fire unattended to. Stumbling in the dark I found my way to the tent and unzipped the front. Trying to be quiet, so as not to wake Aaron up, I slowly poked my head in and supported myself with my arms. Aaron was not in the tent.

Where in the hell was Aaron? It's 2 in the morning! The truck. I jumped up and quietly made my way to the front of Mike's truck. The cool air braced my skin as I peered into the cab through the open driver's side window. Mike lay across the front seat, head on the passenger side feet under the steering wheel, snoring intermittently. I excused the idea of Aaron being in the back of Mikes truck because it was full camping gear and fishing tackle and shit like that. Where did Aaron go? Should I get my Dad? No. I don't want to scare him. Maybe I should go look for him. No. Where in the hell am I gonna look? At night. I'd get fucking lost. Shit I am so tired.

Aaron was freaked out. Maybe I should wait up for him. I climbed into my tent and burrowed into my sleeping bag. Laying there I peered into the darkness of the ceiling of the tent and my thoughts raced. Where was Aaron? Is he okay? Is he freaking out about telling his dad that he was gay? Is he embarrassed? Is Aaron tripping out? Where is he? WH....

_______


Muted light greeted my closed eyes and I woke up. The campsite was silent. I glanced over to my side and Aaron was not in the tent. I poked my head out of the tent, blinking, bleary eyed, and looked around. Same as I left it. All were asleep. My watch read 6:30 am. Coffee.

I put a jacket on and made my way to the wood pile. I started the fire and grabbed the percolator to make coffee. The noise woke Mike up and he rose, opened the cab to the truck he slept in and emerged from his make shift shelter.

"Morning" Mike said in monotone. "Hey" I replied.

My Dad unzipped his tent and came out. "Morning." My Dad said. The coffee began to bubble. I grabbed a cup from the stack of styrofoam cups on the table, poured some creamer into my cup and grabbed the coffee and poured myself a cup. "Aaron still asleep?" Mike asked. "Aaron's not here." I said "What?" My Dad said pouring his coffee, "Where is he?". "Don't know. He didn't come back last night." I said. My Dad took a deep breath, and out of the side of his eyes, in a subtle way, glanced at the shower building. "Well, " Dad said, "we gotta find him."

I then had a clear idea where he had gone. I "Dad, Can you help me take the canoe down to the water?"

 

[Craiger]

Wow! I missed that last chapter. Now I can't wait for the next. I hope Aaron is on the rock and OK. Great chapter. I'm glad your continuing.

Craiger

 

[GettinJizzywitit]

Thanks to a very kind and SHOCKINGLY ORGANIZED user, Trebs, I now have the entire original text. For those who missed chapters 1-10 Ii will repost them here to allow others to catch up. I do apologize for the David Lynch style storytelling on this one, but it just kind of happened this way. So, for those who didn't read them before...

Chapter 1
Dad and I drove up the winding mountain road in his old beat up Ford. We were near the campsite, about ten minutes, and I could see the lake at the bottom of the hillside by looking out Dad’s window. The stupid truck had no air, so we had our windows down and the hot pine filled air burst through the cabin of our truck every time Dad accelerated.
“We should be comin’ up on it soon.” Dad said. Looking out at the passing scenery I asked, “Did you talk to Aaron’s Dad”. “Yeah,” Dad answered, “he called me on the cell this morning and said they left their house about 4 am. They should be there already. I hope they didn’t forget their fishing poles and stuff. I betcha we should have stopped at that store to buy bait.” “Yeah...” I said trailing off.
Aaron was one of my best friends through junior high. We always hung out together. He had dark brown, almost black hair and fair skin. He and I were so different from each other but yet we always seemed to click. He played sports in school, but me I was more into like chess or band. He liked the big action movies, and I liked dramas. He always dressed like a total slave to fashion, but me, I just threw something on. He always had a “girlfriend”, but I was more selective. But, like I said, we clicked.
We were brothers, really like brothers. I remember when his parents split up. His mom tells him, “okay son I need to tell you something. Your father and I, well, sweetie we are fighting a lot. What is happening is that we don’t love each other as much as we used to.” They talked for a bit, but he calls on the phone crying. “My parents are getting a divorce.” Aaron sobbed. “Come over, NOW.” I said. His mom dropped him off and I helped him sort it all out. “ I swear Josh,” Aaron said to me, “if I didn’t have you, I would have killed myself. I just don’t know what to do.”
A year or so after we made it to high school, Aaron’s Dad, Mike, got a job about 150 miles north of where we lived. Aaron and I tried keeping in touch but you know how it is. We would call every so often but life happens. Things get busy, you lose track of time, and before long Aaron and I are seniors in high school and haven’t seen each other since. It’s weird though. With good friends you can pick up right where you left off. There’s a little part of them that stays and grows right with you. It’s as if they never left.
“This is the campground” My Dad made a right and went up a hill towards the campgrounds we were staying at. There was the middle hub where the showers and bathrooms were, and then the sites fanned out like petals. Between each lot there was a good amount of trees and space that kind of gave each lot a little privacy. We made the round around the hub and looked for lot D. As we passed each site I saw people at their sites, breaking down their tents. Many were leaving because it was Sunday. My Dad insisted on going camping during the week because “it is cheaper and less crowded”. Never mind that I was missing school for three days.
Lot D. I started looking for Aaron excitedly, but couldn’t see him Mike, Aaron’s Dad, was getting something out of the back of his SUV. My dad laid on the horn and scared the piss out of Mike. He jumped, and then looked. Seeing it was us he left what he was doing and came to my Dad’s window. “How are ya Johnny!” Mike said with a rough handshake, “Josh Looks like your turning into a man! How old are you now?” “I just turned 18” I said. “That’s right,” Mike replied, ”b’cause Aaron turned 18 back in September. September 28.”
Suddenly someone was at my open window and grabbed my arm “HEY!” Aaron barked. I jumped and yelled, “Jerk!” “What’s up Josh?!” Aaron asked. “Dude!” I said. He leaned in and gave me a half hug. “How ya been bro?” Noticing many things; A whiff of his deodorant from his exposed armpit, his darer hair, his face more mature, filled out, he had grown, he was much taller, his build, he was weight training for sure, I simply said, “fine, I’ve been fine.” “C’mon. My dad and I got the tents set up since you lazy bastards weren’t here.” “Where’d you come from I didn’t see you when we pulled up?” I asked. Aaron pointed toward the hub, “Bathroom.”
My dad parked the truck and I grabbed my bag out of the back. I followed Aaron to the tent across the campsite. Damn. He changed. In a good way, though. Really growing up. Muscular broad shoulders, big arms. He was wearing a wife beater and a pair of blue basketball shorts that hugged his 31-inch waist and draped down over his hard glutes. “Check it out.” He said unzipping the front of the nylon tent, “pretty big huh?” “This is awesome,” I said. “It’s supposed to sleep four,” Aaron added, “but it’s just us in here.”
“This’ll be cool,” I said.
Aaron paused then said, “So how ya been?”
“All right” I said. Something weird happened. I got a warm, strange feeling. I looked down and noticed that his shorts were loosely exposing the contours of his matured frontal area. Symmetrically placed between his to sturdy quads was an oblong protrusion. I could tell Aaron was not wearing underwear. I don’t know why but I was noticing EVERYTHING about Aaron. What the hell was going on?
“Yeah, me too.” Aaron said, “Is everything still the same back home?”
“For the most part” I said, “ My older sister, Tina, finally moved out of the house with her boyfriend and my Mom and Dad weren’t happy about it, but Tina was sick of staying at home.”
“So you’re the baby of the house now”
“Not really, more like slave. I have to mow the lawn, trim the shrubs and clean up the house like each week.”
“Yeah I have to do that stuff too, I guess that’s life.”
“I guess.” I resigned. Then again Aaron gave me a big bear hug, his dick, blanketed by his thin shorts briefly touched the front of my jeans.
“It’s great to see you. We are going to have a blast.” He said. ”I’m going to go set up the campfire for tonight.”
“All right, I’munna change, I’ll be there in a minute.” I said. Aaron stepped out.
Okay, what was happening? Why is he all huggy like that? We were always close, we always hugged before but it didn’t feel like it did just now. I’m not gay. I know I’m not gay. I know he’s not gay either. I mean: he had a girlfriend. They’ve been going out for a like year now. Aaron’s on the track team and baseball, he’s the total straight athlete jock guy. I sat there pondering this in the hot unventilated tent and sweat beads began to form on my forehead. ‘No’ I thought, ‘ I’m just acting homophobic. So what if he hugged me we’re friends, he’s like my brother, we can hug’.
I quickly changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt put my things away and joined Aaron. “It’s hot right now,” Aaron said, “but wait till tonight. It’ll get real cold. Always does up here this time of year, ‘round October.” “I like it like that” I said. We stacked a bunch of wood about twenty feet away from the campfire. “There.” Aaron said, “Hey let’s go down and look at the lake?” “Sure Let’s go” I answered. “Today I saw some really hot girls heading down to the lake to go swimming” He explained, “Maybe they are down there, ya think?” We grabbed some cokes, told our dads we were going down to the lake to spy on girls and headed off down the road, down the hillside and along the lake.

Chapter 2
Aaron and I walked along the paved road and came to fork with a sign that pointed to ‘Swimming area”. Following this road we walked for a bit, listening trying to hear the girls. Aaron broke the silence, “So how’v you been?”
“Good. Just doin’ my thing, you know?” I said, “Boring as hell down there now though, not too many people worth hanging out with.”
“Still doin’ chess club?” Aaron asked.
“No I stopped doing that right after you took off.”
“Didn’t you join track?”
“Yeah, it’s something to do.”
“Looks like you are toning up man.” Aaron said, and then chugged the last of his coke.
“You think?” I asked, and Aaron let out a loud guttural belch.
“Yeah,” Aaron continued, ”Your legs are pretty toned, doesn’t look like you got much fat. How much do you weigh?”
“155.”
“Not bad. Did you ever hook back up with Reannen, or whatever the hell her name was?”
“No, my love life isn’t, well, I guess I don’t have one. I got tired of all the shit girls play. You still with your girlfriend?”
“No, She pissed me off dude. She started acting all weird, calling all the time and shit. Gettin’ all Swimfan on my ass. I was so tired of it” There was silence then Aaron asked, “Get laid yet?”
“No, you?”
“Yeah”
“What was it like?” I asked.
“Like jackin’ off, but with a rubber and you have to worry about not getting her pregnant.”
“Cool.” I said in a distracted, nervous tone.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get laid sooner or later.” Aaron said, in a lowered tone. We were close to the lake now, we could hear laughter, playful screaming.
Aaron and I stepped off the road and followed a path through the woods that went along a steep drop off into the water. We spotted them. A group of three girls were in the water. They were splashing, goofing off. They were pretty, not gorgeous, but pretty. “Damn?” Aaron said, “Look at that girls ass.” We watched the girls for about ten minutes, when I noticed Aaron’s shorts. He was popping a huge-ass woody. The front of his shorts looked like a damn circus tent. This was not that big a deal between us though. We used to sneak and look at our dads porn magazines with each other when we were little, so being aroused in front of each other was nothing. “Shit,” Aaron said to me “Sorry dude, I haven’t had any in a while.”
Later that night we all sat around the campfire and caught up. We ate hot dogs for dinner, nothing fancy. Aaron’s dad, Mike, was doing good at his job. He was senior Vice President at some architectural firm making six figures. Aaron liked his senior year of high school, and getting good grades, working towards several different scholarships, and was captain of the baseball team now. Aaron had just broken up with his girlfriend, and I noticed when he talked about it he acted all cocky. Like he was took pride in dumping this girl. I guess you feel good if you can dump someone, but this was, well, it wasn’t Aaron. Maybe he was just showing off to the guys. Me I avoided talking about anything having to do with myself because frankly it bored me. ‘I’m only just eighteen, 155 pounds, brown hair, 5’ 5”, I am on the track team, I’m not pursuing scholarships yet, I don’t have or want a girlfriend right now, Blah Blah Blah. ‘ Real boring…
It got to be about 11:30 and we all got tired. My dad and Mike went to their tent and I could hear them rustling around into their sleeping bags. Aaron and I headed to our tent. I stepped in and he came in right behind me. “what time your Dad say we were getting up to go fishing?” Aaron asked. “Early,” I said, “around 5.” Aaron began to pull his shirt up over his head. I quickly turned and began to undress too. I didn’t want to look like I was checking him out. I got my shirt off and began to put my nightshirt on. “Hey look.” Aaron said. I turned and he was standing there flexing his perfectly chiseled pecs and abs. “Fuck!” I said in a yelled whisper, “ You been at it huh? Nice job!” “Thanks. Yeah I have been working all year on that.” “How much can you bench?” I asked. “150 right now.” “Cool.” I said. “What can you do?” Aaron asked. I chuckled “I don’t know, I just do it.”
I stood up and began to take off my shorts, because I would generally just sleep in my boxers and a shirt. Turning his back to me, Aaron began to take his shorts off. He grabbed the elastic waistband and pulled down. In the darkness and trying to fight being too obvious I got a look at his ass. Wow. Again: that feeling. A hot feeling raced through my chest, and I started to get hard. I wanted to see Aaron’s ass. “I got in the habit of sleeping naked. Is that cool?” Aaron said. “That’s cool,” I muttered trying to sound unaffected. Aaron sat at the head of his sleeping bag as I went to get into my sleeping bag. Lifting his legs he slipped in to his bed. I literally shot into my bag trying desperately to hide the fact that I was popping a boner.
We lay there. Silence.
“It’s so cool to see you man.” Aaron said.
“Yeah, I really missed having a big brother around to hang out with.” I said.
“Josh?”
“Yeah?”
“I lied.”
“’Bout what?”
“About breaking up with Natalie, my girlfriend.”
“Okay, so...”
“We kind of just both didn’t like it anymore.”
“Being together?”
“Yeah. I don’t know.” Quiet. Then Aaron said, “I mean we did do it, I didn’t lie about that. But it just changed. After we had sex it changed.”
“What changed about it?” I asked
“Well,” Aaron continued, “I, after I, you know did it, I didn’t want to be around her anymore. She got on my nerves.”
“Yeah.”
“Everything she did pissed me off. I didn’t even think she was hot anymore. We got in a few fights. We finally both decided that we didn’t want to be around each other anymore.”
“So she dumped you?”
“No we just both broke up with each other. I just... She didn’t do it for me anymore.”
“What do you mean?” I prodded.

“I just didn’t want to fuck her anymore. That used to be all I wanted with her and once I did it, it ruined everything.”
“Sorry man.”
“Dude promise me we’re never gonna get like that.” Aaron said.
My brain froze and I said, “Like what?”
“That we’re not gonna get tired of each other.”
“Okay we won’t.”
“No you... don’t understand” Aaron protested.
“What? I’m not gonna get pissed and never want to see you an…“ Aaron grabbed at my crotch. I blocked his arm away.
“Now” Aaron said “see how you feel about that tomorrow.”
I didn’t know what to say. To be honest I was afraid he felt my now partial boner. I chuckled and said, “What’d you do that for?”
“To make a point.”
“Ya turned me on bro” I said, making fun of him and the point he was trying to make.
“Okay, right now it might not bug you. Tomorrow after you think about it it’s gonna drive you crazy. You’re gonna be pissed I grabbed at you. You’re gonna think I’m a faggot, which I’m not. But the point is, okay I grabbed your balls. Things happen between people. And once things happen, embarrassing things, people change. It’s like, okay I wanted to fuck Natalie so bad that when I got to do it I didn’t stop to think about whether or not I should and I lost one of the only people I really cared about. I just don’t want it to turn out like that for us.”
I could see his point now. In the heat of passion he let his cock do the thinking and it cost him something really close to him.
He continued, “If you think someone’s hot, I swear, don’t let yourself like them, just fuck ‘em, don’t get attached.”
“Look” I said. “Don’t worry about it.”
“I just don’t want to lose the only guy I call my best friend.”
“You’re not going to,” I said. “Now shut the hell up and go to sleep. G’night.”
“Night.” Aaron said.
A few minutes passed. Quiet. Then Aaron moved. “Josh,” He whispered, “You awake still?” I kept silent with my back to him, eyes closed. More shuffling. Then the noise. He started jacking off.

 

[GettinJizzywitit]

Chapter 3
I woke up feeling the cool morning air on my face while my body was still snug, warm in my sleeping bag. Where was I? In a tent, camping. What day is it? Monday morning, I should be at school. Who am I with? Mike, my dad, and Aaron. I lay there for a second with my eyes closed. I could hear outside the tent Mike, Aaron’s Dad, doing something at the campfire, probably making coffee. ‘Good’ I thought.
I sat up, with as much of the sleeping bag still around me as possible, and looked around. Aaron was gone. His stuff was opened and his flip-flops were gone. He had already gotten up and taken off to the showers. ‘ I want coffee’ I thought, ‘but to get coffee I would have to get up and get going’. I looked at my watch. 5:45 am! Man we were already late.
I got up, threw my sweater on and some sweats, grabbed what I needed for the shower, and unzipped the opening in the tent. “Mornin’ “ Mike said,” I’m just fixing up some coffee. Aaron and your Dad are up at the showers.” “Cool” I said in a patented half-awake style “Be right back.” “No hurry Josh. Take your time. There aren’t a whole lot of people here, we don’t have to rush to a spot.”
Mike’s voice trailed off as I stumbled down the path to the bathroom/shower building. The sun was only partially up but it was easy to see in the morning twighlight. The morning and I continued our epic battle as thoughts crossed my mind. You know those irritating morning thoughts. I was pissed because I knew the shower stalls would be crowded. I knew that I would have to wait. The last campsite we went to had only three shower stalls and I waited for a half hour because some fat kid was fucking around in a stall when all I wanted was to wash, rinse, and dry.
As I approached the building, there were two entrances: Men and Women. I could hear the showers on already in the Men’s room. I pushed open the door to the men’s bathroom/showers, which created an audible groan that echoed as the door gave way to my entrance. This shower/bathroom wasn’t like the one we had last time. The front room was a large locker room with a long bench that ran the length of the room and at the further end was a large entryway to the bathroom area, and, I assumed, to the left, the showers. My dad was sitting on the bench putting his shoes on.
“Hey Josh” My dad said. “Hey” I managed.
“Sleep well?”
“Yeah, I didn’t want to get up.”
“Me neither. These showers are better than the ones we had before. Lots of hot water.”
“Cool.”
My Dad grabbed his stuff and walked past me “Well c’mon get in the shower and let’s get going. See you in a bit.”
“Later.” I said as my Dad walked out. Then I realized.
I looked around. I only saw Aaron’s bag. Last night flashed into my mind. I wondered what he was trying to prove, grabbing my crotch like that? I felt weird again. Would I catch a glimpse of him naked? Maybe if I waited till he came out of his shower stall. Wait. What the fuck do I care if I see him naked? Why do I care? Shit! “Hey dude” I yelled. After a second Aaron replied, “Huh?” “Hey, it’s Josh.” I said again. “Hey what’s up?” He said. I started to get a little hard. WHY THOUGH?!
Fuck it, I thought. Be a man. I proceeded to undress and throw my stuff into a locker. With my towel in my hand and nothing on but my flip-flops, I proceeded toward the bathrooms. I turned the corner to the bathrooms, and directly to my left was the opening to the showers. Not shower stalls, showers. It was a big room with six showerheads and drains on the floor like at the gym. There in the far corner of the shower room was Aaron facing the wall and rinsing his hair, face into the stream of water. He had a perfect V-shaped upper body. Broad shoulders led enticingly across his defined lats to his 31” waist. The water then made it’s way over and around his perfectly defined ass that moved well. It was muscle, not just flab. The water then made it’s way down the back of his legs, over his calves and onto the floor.
Trying to hide the fact that my cock was hardening, I put my towel up on a hook as I entered and darted to a showerhead on the opposite wall. I turned the shower on and hot water came right out into which I promptly buried my face. Get your mind on something else, I thought, get rid of your hard on.
“So how’d you sleep?” Aaron asked.
“Good, you?” I answered, trying to distract myself.
“Pretty good.”
“Good.” I grabbed my body soap and poured some into my hand. Silence.
“Listen I’m sorry about last night” Aaron said.
“What about?” I asked
“You know, when I grabbed…”
“Aaron shut up, don’t worry about it. I knew what you were trying to say. Nothing could happen that would make me not want to be your best friend. You’re like my brother.”
“Thanks.” Aaron said. I began to wash my hair. Aaron continued, “Hey, did you hear anything last night?”
I laughed and said “You jacking off? Yeah, I heard you jacking off”
Aaron laughed “Shit I thought you were asleep!”
“No I was about to fall asleep then I heard,” I made a fast sloshing noise with the soap in my hand,” and I was like ‘whatever’.” I began to wash my back.
“Sorry dude” Aaron said and he turned around to rinse his back. Oh God, I thought, I’m gonna see his cock and get hard.
“I told you I don’t care.” I said and turned to rinse my back I opened my eyes and getting the water out of them I saw Aaron’s front.
Aaron had developed into a truly beautiful young man. His pecs were very well defined and had no hair. His six-pack was a rippling washboard of muscle, which the water playfully danced down. He had a navel piercing that was nestled in a light peppering of trail that led to his groin. A near perfect triangle of dark brown pubic hair. His cock was, well, it was a good 6 to 7 inches uncut. But something was happening. He was getting hard. FUCK now I am never gonna hide my fucking raging hard on.
I turned sort of away and asked “When’d you get that piercing?”
Aaron opened his eyes through the water that was falling on his head and asked, “Like it? I got it about six months ago. Cool huh.”
“Yeah” I said.
“I know what’s on little Joshies mind.” Aaron said, laughing at me. My cock had begun to harden and there was no stopping it.
“Shut the fuck up! At least I didn’t jack off last night” I said making fun of Aaron’s horny nature. Then I noticed his cock was rising to attention too. “Looks like I’m not the only one.” I finished.
Aaron looked at his burgeoning manhood and slightly embarrassed, managed, “Fuckin’ should have never looked at those girls”
“They were hot huh?” I asked.
“Yeah” Aaron said as he began to play with his cock, but not turning, not hiding it. I touched my dick and began to stroke, and Aaron quickly followed suit openly manipulating his dick.
“Oh fuck” Aaron moaned.
“Shit” I said. Looking at him, stroking, pumping his pink tipped cock through his cupped, watery hand made me insane hot. Dizzy almost. I stroked my cock more, harder looking straight at him. He opened his eyes and looked passionately at my dick, then straight into my eyes. “Fuck I wish I had some pussy!” “Me too!” I said. He was looking into my eyes. Into me. I wanted him to. I had never ever been hot for another guy but fuck if he wouldn’t be the first one. His black hair, his dark eyes, his beautiful body his torso, his cock, all were perfect.
“I’m gonna cum!” He said, and I was close to blowing it too. He pumped harder, I pumped harder faster. Then he urged his pelvis forward, upward, his hand moving furiously up and down his cock. I was at the point of no return. “here I go” I said and BAM I shot, spasmodic movements took over my body as my balls emptied out onto the tile floor. I looked at Aaron: his hand stopped, held the tip of his cock, and He began shooting. A first shot bolted across the steamy air, then a second bigger one, then a smaller shot, he milked a final, frothy, fourth load out of his cock. We both breathed heavily.
“That was fuckin’ great” I said.
“Yeah” Aaron said and came towards me. “Thanks man, you’re the best”. He took my hand shook it and left grabbing his towel. When he touched my hand he had smeared a little cum on me. I looked at it. What does cum taste like? Oh that’s sick, I thought and rinsed it off.
I shut off the shower grabbed my towel and went into the locker room. Aaron said, “I’m gonna get you laid by the end of this trip. You’re missing out dude.” “How you gonna do that?” I asked. Those girls, if they’re still around” Aaron said. “Sounds good” I replied.

Chapter 4
It was well into morning, the sun piercing through the trees as Aaron and I made it back to camp. We didn’t say much to each other.
We got to the campsite and Aaron went to the tent. Coffee, however, was on my mind and with my things in hand I went to the campfire. “Coffee?” I asked. Mike, Aaron’s dad, poured a cup for me and I searched for the cream and sugar. “Whatcha lookin’ for?” Mike asked. “Sugar.” “We forgot to get some on our way up. I looked around and couldn’t find any that we had. We have cream though. Here.” Mike handed me the cream. I poured it into my black coffee and watched it explode into light brown ribbons flowing, swirling around which I then stirred.
“Here Josh.” Aaron said, leaning out of the entrance of our tent. I tossed my towel to him and he draped it over the tent. “Coffee?” I asked. “Yeah sure.” Aaron said.
“Cream?”
“Yeah and a sugar.”
“No Sugar.”
“Okay, just cream.”

My dad made a coffee for Aaron and then pulled out a few of those ‘Honey Bun’ over processed shit pastries and offered me one. I shook my head no. “Well guys, we gonna catch the big one today?” My dad rallied. “I am.” Aaron said coming out of the tent and finding his coffee. “You guys are just gonna watch.” “Pretty ballsy talk Aaron” Mike said. “Okay, the guys who catch the smallest fish have to clean ‘‘em’ and cook em’ tonight.”
“And go get sugar at the store for coffee in the morning.” I muttered. “Okay,” my dad added, “ and has to go to the store for sugar and other stuff we need.” We all agreed. After a bit, we all were more awake, and we began to move onto getting to the lake.
Aaron and I grabbed our tackle, our gear, all that stuff and our dads picked up the canoe that Mike and Aaron brought up with them. It was a walk, but we made it to the lake and found a good area to launch from.
It was one in the afternoon, and it was time to go back in. I, by some stroke of chance, ended up catching the biggest fish for the morning. We were all at our limit for the day and too we had forgotten to pack anything for us to eat while out on the lake. My Dad and Mike, were sufficiently spanked, and hungry and were ready to call it quits for the day.
With the canoe and gear away, we sat the cooler with the fish on the ground by the truck and made sandwiches. After lunch we were all tired and decided to take a nap.
I woke up. The sun was still bright, but it was late afternoon. I looked at my watch. 4 o’clock. Dad and Mike were asleep in the hammocks they had strung up. I woke my Dad up. “Hey,” I said” you gonna go to the store?” “What time is it?” He asked.
“Four.” My dad was quiet, taking a minute to wake up.
“Mike and Aaron asleep?” My Dad asked.
“Yeah.”
“You know, I’m just gonna take those fish down to the store and have them clean ‘‘em.”
“That’s fuckin’ cheating.” I said dropping the F-Bomb at my Dad. Doing so was a rare thing, held only for those occasions of total, unabashed, masculine assertion that only happened on these male-bonding trips, which made it acceptable, and somehow arousing.
“Well, my partner is asleep, I ain’t gonna do it all myself.”
“Fine. When you go get sugar,” I said.
I went to my tent and put on shorts. I don’t even know why I went inside my tent - no one was around. We were the only campers in our area. Aaron woke up. “Hey.” He said
“Hey.” I answered.
“You wanna go for a swim?” Aaron asked.
“I guess yeah.”
“I gotta show you this one place across the lake, Devil’s punchbowl.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s a place you can go swimming and the water’s real warm. Ranger said there’s a spring at the bottom that makes it warm.”
My dad got up from the hammock he was sleeping in and picked up the cooler that held the fish. Mike, Aaron’s dad woke up and saw my dad set the cooler on the table. “Want me to take those to the store?” Mike must have heard us talking. “Sure,” My dad replied, “ Get some sugar too.” Mike then struggled to get up from the hammock he was in to make his trek to the store.
The hot afternoon sun was beating down as Aaron and I hauled the canoe back down to the lake for our late afternoon swim. We got to the water and set off.
“I think it’s...” Aaron paused, “Oh hey, we’re on the same side as it is. Yeah it’s a little bit up here on the right.” Aaron was in the front of the canoe navigating and rowing one side and then the other. He hadn’t bothered with a shirt, and his muscles flexed and jostled under his tight glistening skin.
I looked at him for the first time, not as a brother, but something more. I was tired of fighting off the feeling and thought that I would let myself, even just for the next five minutes, look at him as someone I would give myself to. Someone I had an intense physical attraction to. Someone that I loved dearly and would want to become as one with. Why was I thinking this way? I was beginning to want to think this way. Okay so there. I was attracted to a guy. So what. Lots of guys go through this. So the five minutes are now up.
We rounded a corner to our right. Suddenly we were in a breathtaking cove that was banked with thick layers of pine trees, and a mountain looming above. The cove was roughly 200 maybe 300ft across at it’s widest point and in the center a rock gradually rose out of the water offering a place to dock and lay out in the waning autumn afternoon sun.
We reached the rock and got out, dragging the canoe along with us. The water was unusually warm. Not hot, but not as cold as the other part of the lake. Aaron pulled the canoe up and secured it. “Fuck I gotta take a leak.” He said walking to the opposite end of the rock. Facing the water Aaron pulled his trunks down past half his ass and began to piss. I just waited. Aaron finished up, but he didn’t pull his shorts up. Leaning over his shoulder Aaron said “Hey man, let’s ditch the shorts.”
Quickly, He dug his thumbs into his waistband, peeled his shorts off, and threw them at the canoe. “C’mon dude! The water’s real warm.” Aaron dove into the water. He came up, and looking at me yelled, “C’mon man!” He waited. “Chicken shit!” He yelled. His words echoed in the isolated grotto. I knew what was gonna happen. I was afraid, and exhilarated at the same time. ‘What the fuck’ I thought. I dropped my shorts, my dick bounced out, and the unfamiliar sensation of cool, open air breezed through my balls and crotch. I stood there naked on display, exposed. Fuck it! “You are so fuckin’ dead!” I yelled, and I jumped into the warm water headlong.

 

[GettinJizzywitit]

Chapter 5
Mike stepped onto the wood planked porch of the bait and tackle store with the cooler of fish in his hand and pulled the door open. The store, for what it was, was a pretty good-sized shop. Upon entering the smell of bait, old grease and wood hit Mike’s nose. There was a long counter to his right that stretched nearly the length of the store and in the center were aisles that carried grocery items and camping supplies. Toward the back of the shop were the refrigerators that made up the back wall and which contained things like eggs, milk, and sodas.
Mike didn’t need any of that though. He turned to the right and approached the counter. “S’cuse me, Sir?” Mike said, getting the attention of a man behind the counter, “Where’s the fish cleaning?” The man waved for Mike to follow him as he proceeded further down the counter. “Whad’ja catch?”
“About five catfish. Pretty big. How much does it cost to get fish cleaned?”
“Two dollars a fish.” The man reached a cleaning area at the counter and stopped.
Mike handed him the cooler and he looked in. “Nice.” The man observed. “Gimmie ‘bout fifteen twenty minutes.” “All right.” Mike said and began to wander through the aisles.
‘Where’s the sugar’ Mike thought to himself. Mike passed the pancake mix, the oil, Spam, and saw sugar. Grabbing a box of sugar he continued. There was a small magazine rack about five rows high. The bottom of the rack had the basic magazines above that there were a few hot rod mags, the latest Pop mechanics. Mike’s eye skimmed the titles when he noticed the top row was stocked with porn.
It was “Kid Safe” however, as they were all wrapped in plastic. Mike skimmed the titles; Playboy, Penthouse, Oui, Playgirl. Mike looked quickly at the counter across the store. The man cleaning the fish was intent on doing his work and not easily distracted. A warm feeling of arousal surged into Mike’s chest as he discreetly reached for the Playgirl magazine hidden behind the others that was unwrapped. Mike grabbed a Time Magazine opened it to the middle, and shoved the Playgirl inside.
Thumbing the first few pages, with a hot anxiety, he came upon a spread of a stunning latino male. Mikes mind raced as he gave way to the sexuality he had kept secret since he was nineteen. Since that day at the local gym when he noticed a friend from school working out.
Mike approached this friend, who had just finished his last set, going into the locker room. ‘I wonder what his dick looks like?’ Mike thought, ‘I’ll just look at that’ Mike was curious because he had never seen a Mexican guys dick. ‘Was it bigger?’ Mike thought ‘Was it circumcised?’ and Mike followed him into the locker room.
By the time Mike was in, Joaquin, his friend from school, had already taken his shirt off and was getting his towel out from his locker. Mike could hardly control his stare as Joaquin’s flacid, uncut, latino cock sprung from his removed boxers. “Hey, what’s up Mike?” Joaquin asked as he stepped over the bench hand headed past Mike to get to the showers.
Mike sat, stunned. He removed his shirt, shoes, and shorts and headed straight for the showers. Joaquin was facing the wall, and had just started his shower. Mike moved into the open showers and turned on a showerhead. Mike did not turn but remained fixated on Joaquin. Joaquin leaned over his shoulder and wiped the streaming water from his face. “You get a good work out?” Joaquin asked. Mike realizing himself, came to and managed to say “Yeah.” Silence.
Suddenly Joaquin spun around, pinned Mike against the wall and said “You a fuckin’ faggot?” Mike was stunned, “No, I” he said, but his cut seven inch dick was telling otherwise. Joaquin looked down at Mike’s dick and lunged forward engaging him in a full on kiss. Mike stood motionless. Joaquin said” I like your dick too. C’mon.”
Joaquin shut off the showers and led Mike into the sauna. Nobody was there: it was late. Joaquin sat him on one of the redwood benches and asked “You ever suck a dick?” Mike timidly said “No I never did, I want to try though” Joaquin looked down at him and said “Try.”
There in the sauna, Mike, Aaron’s dad, took a penis into his mouth for the first time. Joaquin ran his fingers through Mike’s short brown hair and massaged his scalp. “Oh fuck.” Joaquin Moaned. “Dios Mio.” Mike sucked and then reached up with one hand and grabbed Joaquin’s balls, massaging them. “Hey teeth bro, careful” Joaquin said. “Don’t squeeze my nuts so hard. You a good cock sucker man.” Mike began jacking himself off with his free hand and almost instantly was ready to shoot.
Mike took his mouth off his new favorite toy and said “ I think I’m gonna...”
“Hold it hermano” Joaquin said and Mike let go of his own dick. “Here stand up, turn around” Joaquin said. “No I don’t wanna get fucked” Mike begged. “No, don’t worry, just watch” Joaquin said, and then stood behind Mike.
Joaquin then slipped his dick in between Mike’s muscular, sweaty, wet thighs and began to fuck them. Joaquin then reached with one hand and held Mike’s dick, slowly stroking it. Mike reached behind and put his arm around Joaquin’s head and they locked mouths and kissed. Joaquin’s thrusts got faster, as their kiss got more passionate. “Oh fuck” Mike moaned. “That’s it bro, that’s it. FUCK YEAH BITCH!”
Joaquin’s hand holstered Mikes hips as Mike tightened his thighs for Joaquin’s dick. “I’m gonna fuckin cum bitch” Yelled Joaquin and jizz spurted from between Mikes legs, lubing them. More ivory sperm shot from between Mike’s legs an Joaquin slowed down. Joaquin then furiously began jacking Mike off. Joaquin got in front of Mike, and pushed him down to the bench. Joaquin’s red hot latino mouth then devoured Mike’s dick. Mike’s head was spinning “I’m gonna shoot cum”
Mike spasmodically pushed his pelvis up as he emptied his dick into Joaquin’s ravenous mouth. More and more Joaquin sucked, and the sting of the orgasm became uncomfortable. Mike pulled Joaquin off of his dick. Joaquin looked into Mike’s eyes and said, “Remember now, I was your first.” Joaquin kissed Mike and left the tart unfamiliar taste of his own cum in his mouth.
Mike continued looking at the Playgirl magazine. A new customer entered the store, and Mike quickly closed the Time magazine that jacketed the porn he was looking at.
“Sir your fish are done” The man said from behind the counter. Mike approached the counter and said, “Okay and I’ll take this Time Magazine too.” The man glanced at the price of the magazine and added it to the total.

Chapter 6
For a few seconds, underwater, I realized how amazing it felt to skinny dip. I had never done this before. The warm spring water coursed around and through every angle of my body. It made me horny as hell.
I came up to the surface shook my head of water and looked in the direction of Aaron. “You stupid motherfu-“ I began, but he wasn’t there. I quickly scanned the surface of the water and could see him swimming underwater in my direction. ‘Oh shit.’ I thought, ‘I’ll get him’. I bolted out of his path and jabbed his side, He was severely ticklish there. Gasping for air Aaron came up “You dumb ass!” He yelled. Aaron found a rock that was about three feet from the surface and stood on it. “Come here fucker!” Aaron yelled and lunged at me. He dunked me and then, I got the upper hand again reaching his shoulders and pulling him down too.
It went on like this for a while until it was decided we both kicked each other’s asses. “This place is so cool.” I said, swimming around, about 20 feet from Aaron. “Yeah it’s awesome” Aaron said. “You know what” I added, “This is the first time I’ve ever skinny dipped, have you ever been skinny dipping?
“Yeah a couple times at Reannen’s house when her parents were put of town. I got pussy for the first time at her pool.”
“Bet that was awesome”
“It was alright.”
I found another rock just below the surface of the water and knelt on it, keeping my body under the surface of the warm water. Aaron dove under again. For a brief moment it was quiet. I could hear loons echoing in the cove. Aaron came up again, this time closer. He swam over to where I was and sat on the rock with me.
We just sat looking around for a minute. “Hey Josh.” Aaron said. “What? I asked.
Aaron sat silent for a minute.
“What? I asked.
“I don’t know. I am having a hard time with shit man.”
“Huh?”
Aaron ran his hand through his wet hair; he sat looking at the far end of the cove. “I don’t know.” Aaron took a deep breath. “I just don’t know what’s going on anymore. I’ve got so much fucking SHIT going through my head!”
“What?”
“Shit. You know, like school, graduating, girls.”
“Yeah I know what you mean. I’ve got so many credits to catch up with, I seriously am afraid I won’t graduate.”
“Yeah.” Aaron said, “Well, see, there’s a lot more to it. God, Josh, promise me. Josh I’ve got so much in my head.” Aaron winced angrily, and pressed his eyes. He began to cry.
“Aaron?” I said, “Aaron, what is it?”
Aaron struggled to speak, “Oh fuck.” He sobbed. I put my hand on his shoulder. “ I don’t want to loose you” Aaron said, “ so I can’t talk to you, but you’re the only person I talk to and...” Aaron cried again.
“Aaron, there isn’t a lot you could say that would make me fuckin’ hate you and-“
“I FUCKING THINK I AM GAY!” Aaron yelled, echoing in the cove, up to the mountain above. He wept bitterly. The sun began setting behind the tall trees we were sheltered within.
“It’s okay Aaron, you’re all right. I am still here.”
“I just don’t like girls anymore I don’t have anything against them I just...”
“I know you’re okay”
“My fucking Dad. My Fucking Dad! Asking me all the fucking time about a fucking girlfriend. Why I broke up with FUCKING Reannen. He knows, he fucking knows.”
Aaron slowly calmed down. “I just don’t know what to do.” He said.
“What do you think you’re supposed to do?”
“I don’t know. Josh.” Aaron stopped. “I am in love with someone.”
“At school?”
“No”
“Where?”
“Here.”
“At the campgrounds.” I asked.
Aaron looked at me in the eyes and said, “Here.”
I sat looking at him. I took my arm off his shoulder. I looked at the water. I looked back at Aaron. Aaron was looking out at the trees, turned back to me, with eyes that were filled with sorrow. He was carrying this secret with him. It was ruining him, eating him up from the inside and it had made its way out.
I looked at him. Into him, into his deep eyes. I moved toward him and he to me. Our mouths embraced interlocking in a passionate kiss. He slowly reached up holding my head, and I reached around his muscular lats to put my arm around him. We kissed, we embraced. Our dicks both began to realize what was going on and both became rock hard. I pulled back and looked into his eyes. “C’mon” I said. I dove into the warm water and swam to the rock in the middle of the cove.
I laid down on the warm rock and Aaron climbed to me, his dick outward and the both of us excited about our mutual attraction embraced again. The unfamiliar warmth of a naked body on mine was intoxicating. Our organs touched. Never has anything so warm touched my penis, so hot so full of raw sexuality. Aaron lay on me partially and we kissed. He kissed my neck, I reached for his nipples. He kissed my collarbone; I buried my face in his hair. He worked his way to my stomach, and began to nuzzle my trail.
“Can I suck your cock?” Aaron Asked.
“Yeah” I said.
Aaron went back down, and another new sensation began. A warm wet tongue licked up my dick one side and down the other. Then Aaron’s mouth licked the tip of my cock. Suddenly, the tingly warm, swirling suction covered my cock. Aaron sucked on my cock. I wanted some. “Let me suck your cock.” I insisted.
Aaron got on his side and I got on mine. I looked at his huge seven inch uncut dick and unfurled his foreskin revealing a truly beautiful cock head sweaty with precum. I took it into my mouth. The salty fleshy taste was too good and I sucked hard. Aaron resumed on my dick. We both writhed in pleasure. Soon though, we were near the edge.
“I am gonna cum.” Aaron said and pulled away. Aaron got onto his knees and I got onto my knees facing him. I grabbed his dick, he grabbed mine. I pumped his dick as he stroked mine. “FUCK!” I yelled and shot the biggest, gelatinous spew ever, all over Aaron’s stomach and hand. He balanced himself by holding my shoulder “Eeeyaaah!” Aaron screamed, echoing in the cove. He then spasmodically jerked and shot milky jets of hot cum onto my abdomen. Exhausted we sat, breathing heavily.
Aaron looked at me, and rubbed his stomach smearing my cum into his hand, I did the same. He cupped his hand to his mouth and slurped up the man juice that I had given him. I lifted my hand to my mouth and tongued at the white jelly in my hand, then sucked it from my hand. The tart, bitter taste of cum permeated my mouth. Aaron pulled me to him and we then kissed mixing the tastes of our own manhood into a mélange of humanity that locked Aaron and I both together for a time that stood still.
He embraced me. “ I love you so much Josh.” “ I love you Aaron,” I said. “Please don’t leave me”
“I won’t leave you.”
We sat there, on the rock in the cove of the devil’s punchbowl, embracing one another as the loons sang a haunting overture to the love we revealed to each other. Both of us, facing the future frightened, unsure, but both desiring the same companionship. Or did I want this? I love Aaron. But Shit, what would happen if I ever became “gay”? My dad. What would my Dad do? He’d fucking kick me out of the house. Oh shit what will happen.
Aaron grabbed his shorts from the canoe and put them on over his subsiding hard on. I grabbed my shorts and put them on and climbed to the front of the canoe as Aaron pushed off from the rock. We began our journey back to camp. We left as callow youths and we were returning as men.

 

[GettinJizzywitit]

Chapter 7
The sun began to hide behind the mountains around the lake producing brilliant sunbursts that streaked across the sky. I dug my paddle rhythmically into the water at the front of the canoe and I pondered what happened at Devil’s Punchbowl. I didn’t look back at Aaron much. Not at all I guess. I was in another world. Did all of that really happen? The acerbic taste of cum still in my mouth, and the ache of an orgasm still in my dick assured me that it had.
Does this mean I am gay? I couldn’t be. I don’t know why I think that I just never thought of myself as a guy who would be “gay”. I am just like anyone else. I am as conservative as they come. Hell! I just went to prom with a girl back in June. She was a friend who was graduating and we went as friends, but still I don’t fit any “gay” stereotype at all. I don’t act feminine, I don’t have a lisp, I don’t like Streisand, and I only know who John Waters is because I saw it on Trivial Pursuit.
What would my family say if they knew I did it with a guy? What would my whole family say? The whole family would look at the fag and say, “Oh look he’s gay. Little faggot!” My whole family tree would be embarrassed. What would my Dad say? My cousin Jonah came out two years ago and my Dad always seemed irritated by him, never comfortable. I would catch him muttering slurs under his breath about Jonah. My Dad would never want to ever speak to me again if I ever decided that I was gay. He would disown me totally. I can’t do that to him. What am I thinking? I can’t be gay. I have to leave it.
Silence.
“I’m not much in the mood for fish. You?” Aaron said breaking the silence.
“Eh, I’m not gonna eat that. I don’t like fish.” I said.
“What else we got? You know?”
“I know my Dad got some hot dogs, but I don’t know why he did that. We never eat hot dogs.”
“It’s camping food.”
“I guess.”
“You want to run up the road and grab a bite in town?”
“Maybe, I guess. Maybe.”
“I thought I saw a few places in that little town on the way here. There’s that Italian place that looks good”.
“Yeah.” I said trailing off.
“Or there’s that Taco Bell if you just want something quick.”
“We’ll see what’s there.”
“Well, what are you in the mood for?”
“I don’t know, dude! Okay?” I said, irritated.
“Okay!” Aaron said, giving up.

We reached the shore and I didn’t want to step into the cold water to pull us ashore but started to stand and get out anyway. Aaron quickly jumped out, “ I got it, dude!” He said as he leapt out of the canoe. I quickly sat back down as he jumped out to keep a balance I nearly lost. Aaron pulled the canoe up on shore and I got out. “Thanks.” I said. ‘I could have pulled us to shore’, I thought, ‘I was right there.’
As we made our way toward camp I could smell the warm aroma of fish being cooked coming from our site. “Hey guys!” Mike said as he greeted us, “How was swimming?” “Awesome!” Aaron said.
We lowered the canoe onto the ground next to Mike and Aaron’s truck and then I headed straight for the tent “You ever been to...?” Aaron began to ask my Dad. The air was beginning to get cold and I was still pretty wet. I had no patience for conversation right now. I wanted to change into something clean and dry.
I zipped open the front of the tent, stepped in, closed it behind me, and dug through my bag for a fresh pair of socks, underwear, and some sweats and a sweater. I peeled off my wet shorts and reached for my towel to dry up my crotch. Fumbling, half standing under the low ceiling of the tent I dried myself some more. My dick was cold and pulled in. Nothing like it was earlier when - there was a tap on the tent. “Hey! Josh, let me in I need to change” Aaron said standing outside the tent. “Hold on! Not dressed dude.” I quickly said. In a low joking tone Aaron said, “What’s your point?” ‘What was the point?’ I thought. ‘Why am I so shy? We just sucked each other off!’
I rushed to put my boxer briefs on and unzipped the front of the tent. “Hey!” Aaron said. “Hey!” I replied. “It’s getting freakin’ cold”. Aaron said, turning to zip the tent door shut again. Aaron turned and I moved over to my side of the tent as he moved to his. Silence. I sat down and put my legs into my sweats. “Lemme see that towel.” Aaron said, and I tossed it to him. He dropped it on his sleeping bag and began to strip and towel himself off. I, for some reason, didn’t want to look. I wanted out.
Outside my Dad John and Aaron’s Dad Mike were throwing dinner together and enjoying leisurely conversation. “Nice tonight, ain’t it?” My Dad asked. “Oh yeah,” Mike said, “I tell ya. Nothin’ like gettin up here and just turning it all off. Everything out there.”
“I needed this time away.” My Dad said.
“Yeah. You need some help?”
“I got it”
“Is Josh gonna have some fish? He doesn’t like fish does he?” Mike asked my Dad. Then yelling toward our tent Mike asked, “Josh you want some fish?”
From the tent I yelled back,” Nah, I don’t like fish!”
“Huh?” Mike asked.
Bothered by having to repeat myself I snapped “No! I don’t like fish! I’ll get something else.”
“We got some hot dogs here.” Mike tried, “You want me to put on a hot dog for you?”
I rolled my eyes, Aaron noticed.
“Dad, I think we’re gonna run into town and grab something.” Aaron interjected.
Mike gave up. “What’d we buy this food for?” Mike asked joking to my Dad.
Inside the tent I rushed to put on my sweater, socks and shoes. Aaron, now dry, pulled his fresh pair of boxers up his legs while sitting on his sleeping bag, his scrotum and penis dropping between his legs. I was finished and got ready to get up and leave. “Hey, wait I’m not dressed. Wait!” I stopped. “What are you rushing for dude?” Aaron asked. Thinking fast I said, “ I want a Coke. You want one?”
“Yeah.” Aaron said, “You alright?”
“I’m fine” I said, “ I just, don’t like repeating myself, I’m tired.”
Aaron looked at me with a knowing eye and said, “Yeah. Okay. You’re alright?”
“Jesus, I’m fine! Why do you keep asking me?”
“You’re acting weird. You’re acting like you are pissed off”
“I’m not pissed off at you.”
“I didn’t say you were pissed at me. Are you?”
“No why the...” I stopped. “Look I just want a Coke.”
Aaron looked at me, and gave up. He was done arguing. I opened the tent door, went out and zipped the front closed again.
“Hey, Dad.” I said. “Hey, Josh” My Dad said, “How was swimming?”
“Good. You need any help?” I asked.
“Nah I got it” My Dad said.
“Cool” I said. I grabbed a coke out of the cooler and sat in front of the fire watching the fresh wood being licked by the flames, giving in to the heat and turning dark, and then igniting. I took a swig of soda and swished it around in my mouth. I swallowed it. Exhale.
What had I just done? My mind swirled. Aaron and I had just sucked each other’s dicks. I just sucked my best friend’s cock! WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST DO?!!! A hollow sinking feeling permeated my chest as the remorse of changing a relationship forever sunk in. I had his dick in my mouth. I was just sucked off. My first real time was with a person I loved so much in a way that was just right for what it was and now it’s over. It’s fucking over, I fucking ruined it! I am such a fucking asshole.
I’m never going to look at Aaron again as my brother, as my Big Brother. I am never going to see him as some role model to follow or look up to anymore. Now he is just like any other guy to me. I am such an asshole for ruining it. Wait, he’s responsible too. He was just as responsible for any of it. I should have seen it coming. The shower? What the fuck was that? He knew I’d be there. He wanted to fucking see me naked. GOD! What did I do? It’s never going to be the same. Jesus we are so fucking stupid”.
Aaron began to unzip the tent and climb out fully changed. I looked into the fire. “Hey, Aaron” My Dad said.
“Hey, John” Aaron replied. “There’s some sodas in the cooler.” My Dad offered to Aaron.
“Thanks” Aaron said. Aaron opened the cooler and its plastic hinges creaked. He fumbled through the ice and pulled a Gatorade from the cooler and let the lid slam shut. ‘Just like him’ I thought, ‘ to drink healthy’
“So you all are going to go into town to grab something to eat?” My Dad asked Aaron. “I think so.” Aaron replied, and turned to me, “aren’t we?” He asked.
“Yeah I guess so.” I answered.
“Where’re you guys gonna go?” Asked my Dad. Aaron opened his Gatorade and said, “Dunno. Haven’t figured it out. You need some help or anything?” “Nah, I got it,” My Dad said.
Aaron came over to the opposite side of the fire, to where I was and sat on my lawn chair that I brought for myself. We both sat looking into the fire. Both of us numb, me from making probably the worst mistake I have ever made and him because he was just stupid, oblivious it seemed to how we had altered our friendship forever. Across the flame I would occasionally look up and watch my Dad watching the fish he was cooking, poking at it. The smoke from the fire was caught by the wind and blown into my direction. I began to cough, my eyes watered and the smell of burnt pine drenched my clean clothes. The wind changed direction again, away from me.
“So what’s up?” Aaron asked.
“Nothin” I said dismissing him.
“There’s something up.” Aaron persisted. “You’ve been acting like an ass since...”
I looked at Aaron, piercing him with a stare.
“Mike where’s the lemon pepper stuff from the store?” My Dad asked across the fire.
“In the front of the truck. I’ll get it.” Mike said. Mike got up from the table that my Dad had his propane stove perched on and went to the front of his truck. He returned with a plastic bag from which he fished out some Lawry’s Lemon Pepper seasoning. “Here” Mike said handing the seasoning to my Dad, and sat the bag from the store on the end of the table and he himself sat back down.
“Dude, I’m sorry.” Aaron offered.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Alright.” Aaron said
“Not here anyway.” I said, and finished my Coke.
“Okay” Aaron said.
“Let’s go eat,” I said getting up.

Aaron got up and stretched. He put his arm around my shoulder play-rough housing, letting a smell of Degree Sport escape his under arm and looked me in the eye and said “Dude, I love you man. It’s going to be okay, right? We’re best friends. Right?”
“Okay” I said and broke free, heading towards my Dad. “Hey, give me the keys.” I said to my Dad.
“You’re gonna take the Truck? “My Dad asked.
“Yeah, is that okay?” I asked.
“Yeah” My Dad answered.

Aaron and I climbed into the cab of my Dad’s old rust bucket of a truck and I started it up. The roar of the gas-guzzler firing up bulldozed through the pine trees around the campground. I shifted into drive and the truck lurched forward. “Be back in a little bit. I have my cell phone if you need me,” I yelled to my Dad. He turned to his right and waved to us. Mike was getting some plates from the back of his truck. As we pulled away from the campsite, I saw my Dad reach into the bag from the store and pulled out a magazine. He opened it and another magazine fell to the ground. Mike was returning to him with the plates and we left the area.
“So, “ I said, “ The Italian place?”
“Sounds good.” Aaron said.
“Remember when your Mom used to say I-talian?” I said.
“I-talian.” Aaron repeated, “That’s how you are supposed to say it.”
“No you’re not, it’s IT-talian, not I-Talian” I insisted.
“Whatever.” Aaron resigned.
“It’s not I-Talian I-Merican is it?” I prodded as Aaron and I rambled down the winding road to entrance of the campground.

Chapter 8
“I’ll have iced tea”
“And you?” The young waitress said looking at Aaron.
“Just water right now. Thanks”
“I’ll be right back with your drinks” the waitress smiled and left.
“She was cute.” I said breaking the silence at the table that Aaron and I occupied.
“I guess so.” Aaron said.
We sat facing each other in an intimate, dark booth of a small Italian restaurant. The air was pungent with the smell of Parmesan and tomato sauce. Lighting was low and at other booths that lined the walls couples sat in different stages of their meals talking and eating. Most of them were quiet, but occasionally I would hear a cackle coming from the booth on the opposite side of the room where a double date was going on. Just above every table was a small lamp suspended from the ceiling and landing just above eye level.
Our waitress returned. “Here’s your tea,” She placed my iced tea on the table and sat a straw next to it. “and here’s your water.” She placed Aaron’s water in front of him and sat next to the glass a saucer with a wedge of lemon on it. The waitress continued, “ I didn’t know if you wanted lemon in your water so I just brought one out.” “Thanks.” Aaron said and squeezed the lemon into his glass. “You guys ready to order?” the girl asked. “You ready?” Aaron asked me. “Sure” I said, “I’ll have the Veal Parmesan”
“It comes with soup or salad” The waitress offered
“Salad.”
“Dressing?”
“Blue cheese.”
“You?” she said, and Aaron looked up.
“Uh... The Angel hair pasta and meat sauce.”
“Soup or Salad.”
“Salad”
“Dressing?”
“Italian.”
“Okay.” she said scooping up our menus. “if you need anything, my name is Tina. I’ll be your waitress tonight.”
“Thanks Tina.” Aaron said.
“You are welcome.” Tina said and left again.
We sat again.
“Have you heard from Jenn lately?” Aaron asked.
“No, the last I heard she had moved to Beaumont with her mom or something. She got like pregnant.” I said welcoming a conversation away from our thoughts. I noticed behind Aaron in the next booth an older couple. The woman’s back was to Aaron and the old man was facing me.
“Damn! No Way!”
“Yeah. You know who the daddy is?”
“Who?”
“Jeret Hoffman”
“Fucking weird little stoner Hoffman?”
“Yeah.
“Oh my God. Shit! How funny.”
The old lady behind Aaron turned slightly. She was hearing our conversation. I felt weird about it and gestured to them at Aaron. We mellowed out. “Wow” Aaron said. A moment passed and Tina brought our salads. We ate.
“Aaron, listen I’m sorry.” I stammered.
Aaron paused, swallowed what was in his mouth and said, “No, Josh. It’s okay.”
“I just, well I mean...”
“Josh I am sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything to you.”
“No I want you to say things to me. That’s not the issue. You are my best friend.”
“Yeah I know, but I shouldn’t have forced the idea.”
“It was the both of us.”
“I brought it up.”
“I know you did. Aaron you needed to say something. You had all this shit built up inside of you. You had to say something, you had to tell someone, but the fact is I don’t want to be gay.”
“I’m scared. I don’t even know what my feelings are anymore”
“Well you’ll figure them out.”
“You hate me. I know you do. Or you’re gonna hate me.” Aaron reached over and took a drink of his water.
“I doubt it.” I said.
“I know you will. Josh why did you say you don’t want to be gay? I know I don’t want to be gay I don’t want these feelings but they are what I have. They make me feel fucking stupid. I am so fucking scared that I’ll be in the gym shower after a game and see a hot guy and get a fucking boner. Dude I try to rush to the showers before the other guys at P.E. so I can hurry up and be done. Do you think I WANT that? to feel weird and different because I don’t get horny looking at the goddam cheer leaders during the games?”
“Who does?” I said trying to inject humor into the dialog.
“No but I’m serious. I don’t feel it. I never really felt it. I even fucked a girl or two to see if I’d like it. I didn’t. Josh, I began to remember like, how much you and I hung out. How much fun we used to have. I remembered all the times you were always there for me. I just don’t want you to not be in my life.”
“I know Aaron, me neither, but I don’t want to be gay.”
“Why not?”
“ I don’t. It’s not right.”
“Why do you think it’s not right?”
“It’s just not. I don’t know. It’s always been guys and girls.”
“It’s always been whatever, but people are just talking about their feelings more now.”
“Here’s your Veal. Careful it’s hot.” Tina said interrupting, placing a plate in front of me. “And your Angel hair and meat sauce. Is everything okay?”
“Yes thanks” I said to her, and she disappeared.
“I don’t want to be gay.” I said
“You know what, neither do I. I am scared out of my fucking mind. I don’t know what my family will do. I wish I was normal like everyone else, but to me it feels more natural when I look at a guy and get turned on than it does when I look at a girl.”
“You know, if you wanted to I bet you could try. You just think you are in love with me. I bet it’s just something you are going through.”
“Just something?” Aaron looked me straight in the eye. “I wish it was just something. But it must be more than just a passing feeling if I was willing to risk losing my family, and feel punished for being different, just to see a taste of a future with you.”
I shivered. The old couple in the next booth got up. The old man helped his wife out of the booth and put his arm around hers. They slowly walked past us, and it gave me time to reflect. What if my family was cool with me growing up and being gay. What if Gay wasn’t a word and everyone just paired up with the one they loved. I flashed forward to Aaron and I as old as the couple that dined near us. Aaron with grey hair helping me up out of a booth, putting his arm around mine. The both of us happy and in love years into the future. I realized I wasn’t afraid of being gay. I was afraid of what I would go through being gay. It wasn’t about what you loved but who.
I looked to Aaron. His eyes were watery. My eyes began to fill up too. I started to cry. Aaron looked at me. I looked at him and grabbed his hand. “Aaron” I said, “I do love you. I am just afraid. More afraid than you.” Tina appeared again and asked if everything was okay. “Can we have our check?” Aaron asked. Our hands still held together, we did not move. Tina noticed this and glossed over it. “Sure” She said and went to the register and looked for our check. Aaron leaned forward, and before all in the little restaurant, kissed me softly on the lips.
We got back into the truck. Aaron pulled me to him and connected to my mouth, his tongue swirling around mine, the taste of his dinner in my mouth. “I need to go to the Sav-on up here.” I said and pulled the truck into traffic.
I pulled up to the store and we got out. I went inside and got what I needed, Aaron was getting another Gatorade. I went through the register and had my bag when Aaron walked up. We returned to the truck. “What’d you get? “ Aaron asked. I gave him my bag. He opened it and looked at me. “KY?” Aaron asked. “Yeah KY.” I said, “You said I’d lose my virginity”
We returned to the campground and our dads were sitting at the campfire. “How was dinner, guys?” My Dad asked. “Good” I said. “We are mega tired.” Aaron said. “Gonna take a shower and go to bed.” I added.
Aaron and I went to our tent and got our towels. We entered the shower building and it was silent. Aaron turned and locked the deadbolt on the door. We were alone in the locker room. We stripped and entered the shower.
Aaron embraced me and I wrapped my arms around him. Our dicks pressed against each other and our warm mouths kissed. Aaron reached effortlessly over to the shower and turned it on. We stood kissing and the steam filled the shower. Our dicks became hard and Aaron said, “Let me try something.” We stood dick to erect dick. Aaron grabbed my cock and pressed it to the tip of his. Slowly he pulled his foreskin over my cock. We were connected. He leaned forward and kissed me again. We wet ourselves in the shower and I looked into Aaron’s deep eyes. “Take me” I said. Aaron pulled me tight against his body my dick pressed against his chiseled stomach. His hand found the small of my back and down between my buttocks. His forceful finger found my hole. For the first time the alien feeling of penetration into my manhole electrified me. “Oh more” I moaned.
Aaron led me to the bench in the locker room and laid me down on the bench. He reached into my bag and retrieved the lube. Aaron squirted a glob of lube into his palm and covered his uncut dick with it. “Hey Josh, scoot to the edge of the bench and spread your legs.” I did so. Aaron filled his hand with more KY and began again to finger my hole.
“Are you ready?” Aaron asked. “Yes, take me.” I said and looked at the ceiling. The hot tip of Aaron’s penis touched the supple ring hole of my ass. Then Aaron slowly pressed and my anus relaxed. His penis entered my rectum and warmth, passion filled my core. “More!” I said. Aaron continued inserting his dick. I began to feel full. I felt Aaron’s pubic hair against the tender skin of my crotch. He began to rock. I began to gyrate.
Aaron moved slowly in and out of my ass. I looked at him he looked into me. “This is my first time with a guy.” Aaron said, “It’s OUR first time.” I pulled Aaron to me and we kissed as he continued to thrust his manhood into me. Faster, harder. Suddenly I felt it. I felt cum bubbling out of my cock and was only near the edge. Aaron milked the sperm from my cock and while thrusting into me ate the jelly my cock delivered to him.
“Oh I am gonna cum!” Aaron declared. “Oh man me too!” Aaron pulled out of me. “No! Cum inside of me.” Aaron smiled and pushed his penis back into my hungry pink virgin ass and began jacking me off. I was near the edge “Oh Aaron I Love YOU SO FUCKING MUCH!!!” I yelled and locked my legs around his tight muscular ass. Suddenly Aaron’s pelvis jerked. He winced “O fuck Josh here I come.” he moaned almost in pain. Aaron’s eyes opened wide he looked into my eyes, he grunted pushed further into me and deep inside white hot shots of cum filled me. “Uuhhhh” Aaron moaned. Instantly my dick throbbed. Aaron continued to jack me. “give me more cum Josh, more cum.” My cock popped and shot a continuous stream of jizm and sperm. Aaron pulled out of me, a string of jiz streaming from my hole, dripping to the floor, and bent down and slurped the cum from my abdomen.
I sat up. My ass throbbed, but it felt good. REALLY GOOD. Aaron held me as our dicks deflated. When we caught our breath I looked into Aaron’s eyes and laughed. “What?” He asked. “I guess,” I said “ I guess I could get used to this.

 

[GettinJizzywitit]

Chapter 9
Aaron sat, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, leaning into his bag on the floor. The cool night air crept in from the windows above the lockers that lined the wall. I had put my sweats on, and my shirt. Aaron found his boxer briefs in his bag, and opened up his towel exposing his gorgeous body again. I just got fucked and I wanted him again.
Aaron stood and slipped his legs into his briefs. He pulled them up his muscular legs and the elastic waistband stretched over his muscular toned ass as he pulled them up over his package. I couldn’t resist. My hand lunged to his pouch and I looked at him. He smiled back. “Go ahead. It’s all yours.”
I knelt before him and slowly peeled his snug briefs down. Aaron’s uncut cock was anticipating my mouth as it sprung, half-erect, from his underwear. I unfurled his foreskin and licked the tip. Aaron sighed. “Jesus Josh.” He was hard now. I sucked the tip. Aaron lovingly ran his fingers across my scalp. I opened my mouth wide, took a deep breath and slowly attempted to swallow Aaron’s 7 inch cock.
His dick was salty sweet. I sucked harder and harder and couldn’t get enough of the taste of man flesh inside my mouth. Aaron’s hips began to gyrate, pulsate rhythmically into my mouth. His hands massaged my scalp faster more aggressively. I reached around and began to grip firmly in my hand his muscular glutes. He was clinching his ass with every thrust forward.
“Fuck me.” Aaron whispered. “Oh shit”. Without missing a beat I pulled away spat into my hand and put Aaron’s dick back into my mouth. with my lubed hand I reached up between Aaron’s legs and found his anus. I smeared my spit on his hole and then located it’s center with my forefinger. Slowly I inserted it into his tight manhole. His butt cheeks tightened and Aaron said “Whoa, hold on.” I waited. Aaron took a deep breath and relaxed. “Okay,” Aaron said. “try now.” I slowly pressed my finger into his hot hole and Aaron let out another sigh.
Aaron began to move faster as my finger was inside him exploring his velvety rectum. My finger pushed further in and I felt a firm muscled mass deep inside Aaron. That had to be the prostate. I massaged it pressing firmly against it’s surface. Soon after Aaron bellowed, “Here I come!” I readied myself massaging his insides faster and pulling my mouth just to the tip of his cock.
Aaron let out a quiet sigh and jets of hot cum filled my mouth. I swallowed them and more came. My mouth was full again and I promptly gulped that too. We both heard a noise. I pulled away and saw the door to the locker rooms closing. Aaron still convulsing from the orgasm looked at me and pulled away grabbing a towel. I picked up my towel and wiped off my face.
“Who was that?” I asked. “Did you see who was at the door?” “No, shit!” Aaron replied. “Was it our dads? One of our Dad’s?” “I don’t know, I didn’t see anyone. I heard something, I looked over and the door was closing.” Aaron said in a hushed irritated tone. The both of us quickly cleaned up and then headed for the door.
Aaron pulled the door open and cautiously went outside. A rangers truck was parked near the shower/locker hut and the trash cans were recently emptied. We made our way toward our campground, uncertain about who, if anyone had discovered us.
My dad, John, was sitting looking into the campfire as Mike, Aaron’s dad was talking to the ranger who had stopped to say hi to the only campers in this section of the camp. “Hey boys.” Mike said cheerfully. “that’s my boy Aaron” Mike said to the Ranger. “Hi Sir.” Aaron politely said and offered his hand. “Hello Aaron. Tom. My name’s Tom.” The Ranger replied. Tom the Ranger looked at me. “That’s my son Josh” My dad said. Tom extended his hand and I clasped it firmly in a handshake. “Nice to meet you Josh.” Tom said as he looked into my eyes with a peculiar stare. “nice to meet you.” I said. “S’cuse me” I uttered and gestured to my tent.
I walked off to the tent and unzipped the door flap. I tossed my things into the tent and turned back to Aaron. “Hey.” I said and Aaron tossed me his bag which I then threw into the tent. I made my way to the cooler and grabbed a coke. Then settled next to the fire to monitor the conversation.
“Yeah not a lot of people get up here at this time.” Tom said. “it’s nice to come up here after all the people are out.” “Yeah we usually like to go camping about this time, right when school has let back in and everyone is gone.” My Dad offered. “How many people are up here?” Mike asked. “Bout maybe 100 people” Tom replied, and asked “how long you guys staying here for?” “We leave on Wednesday” Aaron said. “Well that’s nice, should be pretty quiet. “ Tom said.
Tom was roughly 34ish, short cut brown hair, a tightly trimmed mustache, and of a slightly above average muscular figure. He stood at the campfire with us for a good 20 minutes shooting the shit. I was trying to figure him out and Aaron was just going along with the conversation. As they were talking I would notice Tom the ranger guy glancing at Aaron and I. Did he see us? Nah. I am being suspicious. I don’t know.
“Well I’d better be going.” Tom said. “Nice to meet you all.” We all shook hands. “Take care” Aaron said. We all watched as he headed back toward his truck near the Shower/Locker house, his footsteps in the gravel fading in the distance. We all sat looking at the fire. I looked at my Dad. He sat looking now at the stars above us. Quiet and contemplative. I glanced over to Mike. He looked at me and smiled. I smiled back.
“I’m tired. I’m out.” I said. “Going to bed?” Mike asked. “Yeah, I gotta get some rest so I can kick your asses again tomorrow fishing.” My Dad glanced up. “Arrogant son of a bitch” He muttered smiling. “Night Dad.” I said and extended my hand. “Night son” My Dad said grabbing my hand in a firm shake.
Aaron soon followed as the last embers of the fire were dying out. Mike stood and said his good nights too leaving my Dad at the campfire to himself and his thoughts.
Aaron and I carefully unzipped our sleeping bags and laid them out on the floor of the tent. We wanted to sleep with one another, to see what that was like. Aaron stripped down and climbed under the top sleeping bag. Me, being more comfortable in pajamas, climbed in as I was. I snuggled up to Aaron’s warm body and our legs intertwined. He put his muscular arm around me and I could feel his flaccid cock and balls pressing against the small of my back. I turned my head and we kissed. A sweet kiss. One that just said “hi, I love you.”
“Who was it that opened the door at the showers?” I asked.
“I can’t figure it out.” Aaron answered, “That ranger must have seen us.”
“Or maybe he didn’t” I said, “maybe he just like bumped the door. It didn’t look like the door was open wide enough for somebody to have tried to walk in.”
“Yeah.” Aaron said. “Was it your Dad?”
“He’s acting weird, you think?”
“Yeah, well my Dad’s acting weird too.”
“No he’s not, that’s how he always acts.”
“Not that weird. He’s too happy. Like something is up. He gets too happy when things are on his mind.”
“Maybe the Ranger just bumped the door.”
“Or maybe he saw us and came over to ask the only other campers around about two guys in the locker room.”
“He was looking at me weird.”
“Dude, he didn’t see us. If he did, he would have been all ‘what the fuck, knock it off!’ and stuff.”
“I don’t know.”
“Who cares maybe some raccoon nudged the door.” Aaron concluded.
“Yeah.” I said. “Goodnight”
“Goodnight” Aaron said and kissed my cheek.

Chapter 10
“When will you be back?”
“’round 3”
“Sounds good, Sounds good.”
“My job is easy.”
“Difficult to do that too soon.”
“Wifes can do that to you. I never did”
“right.”

Tuesday morning. I sat tired, having just woken up, watching the morning fire my Dad started. The fire licked the bottom of the percolator and it began to bubble. I was still too out of it to do anything. Mike, Aarons Dad sat near the fire with his tackle box getting it ready for another day of fishing.
“What are you doing?” I asked. “Gonna go fishing today, getting my stuff ready.” Mike answered. “Dad what are you gonna do today?” I asked, looking for an alternative activity. “I was thinking about going up to the trail for a hike. Wanna go?” My Dad answered. I sat and thought. “Where’s Aaron?” I asked. “Showers.” Mike answered. I turned and glanced over my shoulder towards the showers. I could faintly hear a shower running. I faced the fire again.
“You want some coffee?” My Dad asked me. “Yeah, you know I think I want to go hiking too.” I said to my Dad, “I slept like crap last night.” “Really? How come?” My Dad asked .
“Just did. Tossed and turned all night. Weird dreams.”
“Prolly that Italian you ate” Mike interjected.
“Yeah” I said. Aaron was now returning from the shower. He went to the tent and tossed his stuff into it then came over to the fire.
“Hey Josh.” Aaron said.
“Hey” I replied. My Dad handed me my coffee. Aaron got some coffee and sat down next to me in another fold-out chair.
“Hey buddy you want to go fishing again?” Mike asked Aaron.
“Not really, why?” Aaron answered.
“I was gonna just go and fish again for a little bit if you wanted to come.”
“My Dad and I are gonna go for a hike if you want to come” I offered.
“Cool,” Aaron answered, “Maybe I’ll go with you guys.”
Mike finished getting his fishing gear ready and put it into his truck. I grabbed a power bar from the cooler and sat back down next to Aaron.
“Dude I slept like shit last night.” I said to Aaron.
“Yeah I didn’t sleep well either” Aaron said.
“I kept waking up. I thought like I heard voices, but I woke up and it was all quiet.”
“Really? Creepy.”
“No it just felt like a really intense vivid dream that woke me up.”
“I hate that feeling” Aaron said. “When we going Hiking?”
“In a little bit” I said stretching my head to the left until my neck popped.
Mike got his stuff together and said to us, “Well I am outta here. When you guys gonna be back from hiking John?”
“’Bout two or three.” My Dad said. “You aint taking the canoe fishing?”
“Nah,” Mike said, “Gonna go fish off the shore on the other side of the lake. The ranger guy was saying there were some great spots over there.”
“Alright.” My Dad finished, “See ya later.”
“Bye guys” Mike said and climbed into the truck, started it up and left.
“Well I’m gonna get ready.” Aaron mumbled, getting up and walking to the tent.
After I had taken a shower, woken up and gotten dressed, My Dad, Aaron and myself piled into the front of our truck. Pulling out to the main road we made a left heading to the north of the lake. After about three miles of twisting road we reached the Welcome Center and hiking trails. We pulled into the parking lot and pulled up right next to the rangers truck. He must live here I thought.
The Welcome center was a large rectangular lob cabin building. Through the front windows I could see the front desk area where we had checked in on Monday. The Ranger, Tom, was at the counter reading. To the right of the building was a dark brown sign with yellow lettering that read “Avalon Trail. Peak 2.6 miles. Cheyenne falls 1.8 miles.” Under it on the same post was a sign that read “Fire Risk HIGH.” Those signs always say that. We started on the trail.
“I bet you the water level is going to be low at the falls” My Dad said.
“Not alot of rain this year.” Aaron joined.
We trudged further up the trail. It was about 11am, and the sun began to warm the hillside and the smell of pine and sage filled the air. Birds were making song in the trees and flying about.
We stopped at an outcropping of rock in the middle of a clearing that afforded us a panoramic view if the lake below. My Dad pulled his water bottle from his back pack and took a swig. “Cool huh?” He said to Aaron and I. “It’s awesome.” I said. “How big is that waterfall up the hill? You know?” Aaron asked.
“Not very big.” My Dad answered, “Maybe about 20 feet I think?”
“I’m gonna go check it out.” Aaron said, turning to me he asked “Wanna come?”
“Nah, I’ll be there in a minute.” I said as I sat down at the edge of the rock we were on.
“Alright” Aaron said, “Be right back.”
Aaron trotted off up the trail and my Dad sat next to me on the rock and pulled out a bottle of water. The faint noise of the waterfall up the trail mixed with the sound of the wind bristling through the pine trees.
“How you doing kid?” My Dad asked.
“Alright I guess.” I said.
“You look tired.”
“I AM tired. I didn’t sleep last night. When we get back to the camp I wanna take a nap.”
“You having a good time?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“You’ve been a little quiet.”
“Nah I’m alright. Just tired. You?”
“It’s been good. the fishing was shitty, but a bad day fishing...”
It got quiet. We listened to the quiet.
“The fucking weirdest thing happened yesterday.” My Dad said interrupting the silence.
“Huh?” I asked playing it cool as a pang of nervous tension shot through my stomach. Did he see Aaron and I in the locker room yesterday. I lay back on the rock, eyes closed head resting on my back pack.”
“Yesterday Mike came back from the store and I there was a Playgirl Magazine in the bag with the other crap he got.”
I opened one eye and looked at my Dad who was still looked forward at the view of the lake. “A what?” I asked, “A Playgirl? A guy mag?”
“Yeah” My Dad answered chuckling. “He said he didn’t know how it got there. Said he grabbed a news magazine to read and that’s it. That somebody must have slipped it in there.”
“Damn kids in remote campgrounds playing random practical jokes.” I offered, slowly calming down.
“It’s so fucking stupid to me though that Mike thinks I don’t know about him.”
I opened both my eyes and looked up at my Dad. “Know about him?”
“Mike is gay. He’s been gay since high school.”
I sat up. “Really.”
“I thought I could tell you. I thought you’d be able to handle it.”
“No I am cool, whatever. But he got married. He was married.” I stated in confusion.
“Well he tried to be married that never really worked out for him. When we were in high school together we did alot together. We always hung out. We were buds. After a while though I started getting the feeling that something was different.”
“He come on to you or something?”
“No, well, no. He was really confused. I guess he did think he and I should be together at one point but I told him that just wasn’t gonna happen.”
“Yeah?”
“He never dated anyone, and then he just kind of went off to college.”
“Then what about the whole marriage thing?”
“About the time I was graduating from college he got Lisa, Aaron’s Mom, pregnant and decided it was the best thing to do to get married and start building a life. I was his best man at his wedding. Before the ceremony he and I were talking about everything and swore that he was not gay. He wanted to really have a family and raise his kid and live the American dream.”
“Wow.”
“Don’t tell Aaron. That’s Mikes job”
“No I won’t.”
“It’s just sad to watch your friend, a good friend sit there and keep trying to lie to himself about who he is.”
“You think he’s still gay because of the Playgirl?”
“You believe a bullshit story like ‘some kid put it there’?”
“Well no I guess.”
“I catch him doing that shit all the time.”
“Why don’t you say something?”
“Because he just says the same thing back.”
“Dad,” I said changing the subject,”How come you don’t like Jonah?”
“Jonah? Shit. The bastard borrowed money from your Mom and I and never paid it back.”
“For what?”
“A damn Yugo!”
“A car?”
“A goddamn car!”
“A piece of shit car too” I laughed.
“Serves the fucker right.”
“I thought you hated him because he was gay.”
“He’s gay?”
“Yeah, you didn’t know?”
“No, who cares about that. The bastard didn’t pay me back what he owes me.”
We laughed some more about it and I began to realize for the first time that new doors opened a great deal for me on this mountain top. My Dad wasn’t a homophobe. My Dad wouldn’t care if I realized I was gay or not. Feeling ballsy I asked “Dad what if I turned out to be gay? Would you hate me?”
“Hell the way this trip is going we may all end up gay.” He laughed.
“We would just have to blame it on the locals planting shit.” I laughed.
“No I don’t know.” My Dad continued, “I’d be pissed if you turned out to be a rapist, A child molester, A murderer, a crook. That I’d kill you over. I don’t know who you will turn out to be. You don’t even know that son. In ten years you won’t even know you’ll look back and not even know who you were. Time changes you. You are about to do some growing. You are about to become a man son. And honestly, so far, I couldn’t be more proud of what a great person you’ve turned out to be. I like you and who you are.”
I felt great. I felt secure. I felt at ease. My Dad in one hit knocked down my fears about who I was, or who I would become, and made me realize that there was no rush to finding out either.
“Thanks Dad.” I said sitting up and giving him a one armed hug. “I think you are a pretty cool Dad too.”
We sat there. “Where’s Aaron?” My Dad asked. “Up at the falls,” I said I’ll go get him.”
I made my way up the trail and could hear the increasing sound of a steady waterfall. Making my way to the clearing I found a pool of water surrounded by rocks and pine trees. Aaron was facing the pool of water. His shorts were pulled down and I saw of urine from him dribbling to the ground. “Hey!” I yelled Aaron twitched, shoved his dick back into his shorts, while a stream of piss flung from his cock. He whirled around. “Fuckin idiot.” He laughed. “Scared the shit out of me. I pissed on myself” “Having fun playing with yourself?” I asked walking up to him. “Yeah loads.” He Aaron said.
“Ready to go?”
“Yeah. This place is cool up here.”
“It’s nice.” I said and looked at him.
Aaron leaned forward and I kissed him gently, our lips pillowing each other.
“C’mon” I said, “Let’s go.”

We met back up with my Dad and made it down to the welcome center and parking lot. There was one more truck in the lot this time. Mike’s truck was parked on the opposite side of the Welcome center parking lot.
“Mike’s here” My Dad said, “Wonder what for?” We were all a little curious and decided to go into the front desk area to see if he was there.
We stepped up onto the long wooden planks to the porch to the Welcome Center and pulled open the door. No one was at the front desk. We could hear the sounds of something, someone, in the interior of the building. “Hello?” Aaron yelled. Silence Then Tom, the ranger guy, lumbered into the room through a doorway on the left of the desk. “Hey how are ya?” He greeted us. “Fine, we uh actually we stopped here because our friends truck...” Mike came out from the back room too “Hey guys!” Mike said. “How was hiking?” “Good.” My Dad answered. “Great! I was just... Have you seen this place? He lives here. Total apartment back here.” “Really my Dad said. “Yeah I live here. Gets a little lonely, but you know.” Tom said.
“I had stopped by to get some more fishing spots and he ended up giving me the grand tour. I had to use the restroom and so he let me, you know.” Mike sputtered on pointing into the doorway he had emerged from. “Catch any fish?” My Dad asked “Yeah actually I gotta get my catch back to the camp and clean em. I’ll see you.”
“Well c’mon guys let’s go” My Dad said as Mike went out the door. We all went out to the truck and my suspicion kicked in. “I’ll be right back.” I said. I ran back up the steps into the welcome center lobby again. Tom looked up from the desk. “You forget somethin?” He asked. “Yeah, can I use the restroom?” I aksed.
“Sure. It’s this door to the right of the desk here.” Tom said gesturing away from his living quarters door on the left.
“I don’t get to see the private bathroom?” I asked.
“This is it.” He said. “I gotta share the restroom with the public. All that’s in the back is a little kitchen and bedroom.”
“Cool” I said and went in to the restroom.
I made it back out to the truck, Aaron and Dad were waiting for me with the engine running. Dad put the truck into reverse and out of the parking lot. The ride back to the camp was silent. I was suspicious, Aaron clueless and my Dad was quiet.

 

[trebs]

Thanks to a very kind and SHOCKINGLY ORGANIZED user, Trebs, I now have the entire original text. For those who missed chapters 1-10 Ii will repost them here to allow others to catch up. I do apologize for the David Lynch style storytelling on this one, but it just kind of happened this way. So, for those who didn't read them before...

I even scared myself!

I really have to learn to let go of things but this example will probably make me keep even more stuff!

Anyway, now that you don't have to concentrate on recovering the first chapters, we expect more and more of this great story...

 

[Craiger]

Just finished re-reading the whole store. One of the best on JUB. Glad we will have more to read soon.

Craiger

 

[subfer1]

OMG I absolutely love this story!
I don't know if you remember but when Josh when I read the part where Josh gathered the courage to tell his dad I gathered mine and came out to my mom, though that hasn't gone so well but still I remember the story really touched me, I am looking forward to reading more of it soon when you post a new chapter.

 

[kcm17480]

I started reading this story sometime back and really like it then it seem to disappear. I just chalked it up to another unfinished story like so many I've seen before. I was disappointed but I am glad you decided to continue it. Hope to see another chapter soon. This is a really well written story.

Thanks
Ken










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[harry113]

Hey,
This is a great story. Thanks for continuing!!!!
Harry

 

[GettinJizzywitit]

Chapter 14

The canoe slipped from my Dad's grip and hit the rocks on the shore of the lake with a thud. "Sorry." my Dad said and picked up his half of the canoe. We reached the water and floated the canoe. "Where is Aaron?" My Dad asked.
"We went swimming the other day at Devil's Punchbowl." I explained.
"He's there? You think he's there? Why? It's freezing cold."
"I don't know Dad, It's a thought. D'you know where he is?"
Silence.
"Look, It's just an idea." I said, "If he's not there I will come right back."
"We gotta leave soon. We need to get going" My Dad insisted.
"We can't leave without him." I said. I was tired, exasperated and didn't have the patience for my Dad's morning brain as I called it. Dad kind of noticed and changed his tactic.
"Just be safe son. Hurry back. I will look around the campsite."
"Allright. Be right back." I said.

I stepped into the frigid water to shove off and hopped into the boat. I glanced back and gave a goodbye nod to my Dad. My Dad stood on the shore watching me paddle away. I stabbed the paddle deep into the still morning water propelling the boat further away from shore. Glancing back to shore I noticed my father had gone back to camp.

The canoe cut through the mist that settled on the surface of the water. Losing my breath I took a quick break letting the momentum I had built up do some work for me. An eeirie silence soon enveloped me. Surrounded by the mountains the lake lay nestled from the sun. The rhythmic pounding of my heartbeat soon slowed to a normal pace. Off in the distance loons cried out to the morning.

"Aaron!" I yelled. Louder, "AARON!" I paddled on. Where was I? I could barely see the shore to my right. I veered towards the shore and noticed familiar landmarks I had seen just the other day. I was close to the punchbowl.

I saw the inlet and guided the boat into the warm lagoon. 'It couldn't be', I thought to myself and paddled faster. I reached the center of the Devil's Punchbowl and climbed onto the rock that protruded from the water. Aaron was not here. I yelled his name a few more times with the only response being the echo of my voice.

The cool morning air began to chill my skin and I crouched down to sit on the rock. Silence surrounded me and mist settled on the surface of the water. 'Where is Aaron?' I thought. Not knowing where to look, my mind raced with all sorts of possibilities. It was my fault he was missing. I never should have fucking acted on my feelings. If I wasn't gay this never would have happened. Why did I have to be gay?

"WHY?!?!" I yelled. I began sobbing and hot tears flowed from the corner of my eyes. A loon cried out from the morning mist and it echoed up to the mountains looming high above the lagoon. It felt as if both cries to the heavens fell on deaf ears. I felt so alone.

Suddenly a splash in the water near the rock. I looked to my right and in the water were two ducks swimming towards the rock. I dare not move, wanting to observe them. The two ducks climbed up onto the shallow end of the rock and then noticed me.

The larger of the two peered at me with his brilliant red eyes and slowly approached me. The loon looked directly at me. Into me. The loon cried piercingly loud and I reflexively jumped. The Loon Didn't move. A peace began to come over me. I began to feel as if I was part of something much bigger than the miniscule problems I was facing at the moment. It was as if creation was telling me I was part of a big family in which everyone had a valuable part to play.

Slowly I stood up. The loons calmly stood watching me. I stepped into the warm water and shoved the canoe off of the rock, quickly jumping in. Stabbing the paddle into the water I pushed off of the rock bed and into the open water. I was certain I would find Aaron. I felt, somehow, that all would work out. Being frustrated about it helped the situation little. However, I knew Aaron would be fine. I would be fine.

I paddled back out into the open lake and traveled along the lake shore. Remembering that Aaron had walked along the road the day before, I kept an eye out for him. Deep in the woods was the faint sight of a building. It looked like a shower building. I paddled toward the shore.

I docked the Canoe and made my way up to the road that ran along the lakeside. I crossed the small, two lane highway and headed towards the vacant campground where the shower building was.

Approaching the door I pressed on it anticipating that it would give. It was locked. I stood for a minute and listened. Nothing. Aiming my voice into one of the open vent windows I said, "Aaron? Hello?" Quiet. Wind blew through the trees and created a soft sound that resonated through the campsite. I began to turn when I heard shuffling from inside the Shower building.

Noise from the dead bolt lock on the door and a groan of metal as the door opened. Aaron stood peering through the sliver of open door. "Josh. Hey." Aaron's eyes were puffy and red. He had not been to sleep. He looked like hell. He opened the door further and I slipped in. Aaron shuffled back to the corner he was sitting in and sat down.

"You alright?" I asked.

Aaron just looked at me with his sorrowful eyes. He began to cry.

 

[harry113]

Thanks, Great continuation, I hope both the boys can come to terms with their feelings toward each other and gain strength from each other
More soon please
Harry

 

[kcm17480]

I'm glad that you continued this story. This is a good chapter. Glad that
Aaron was found ok. I would love to see how this turns out.
Thanks,
Ken

 

[Nagash]

I can't believe this story is back. I thought for sure that I'd never get to read the end of it. I know there were a number of posts, my own included, from people wondering what happened to this story. You have a lot of fans GettinJizzy. Glad to have you back.