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Authors name: Dirty Old Man (jman46554@hotmail.com)
Story title : Camping with Mark

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Camping with Mark
by Dirty Old Man (jman46554@hotmail.com)

***

On a camping trip alone to a favored spot where 2 
thirteen-year-old boys discovered each other. A story 
about the beginning of a long-time relationship. (mm-
teens, 1st-gay-expr)

***

Mark and I camped out a couple times every month when 
the weather was warm enough, which, with our short 
summer season here in Montana, wasn’t nearly often 
enough for us. Mark and I were best friends. We camped 
near a lake several miles from the ranch house his 
family has owned for generations. 

Mr. Schultz camped here with my Dad when they were 
kids, and so did his dad before him. The lake is more 
like a pond; it covers only a couple dozen acres, but 
it’s surrounded by trees and rocks, and it’s fairly 
deep. We’d rigged up a rope swing, so we could jump 
right into the middle of it. 

It’s a great place for a couple 13-year-old boys to 
hang out, horse play, talk. Just have a great time. Mom 
gave us a 12’ tent, a Coleman lantern, and a cook stove 
from her sporting goods store in town. It’s a great 
time. There’s even an outhouse Mr. Schultz built near 
the lake.

Wrestling was nothing new to us. We’d grappled since we 
were small boys. However, on our previous camping trip, 
Mark seemed to want to do nothing else. He attacked me 
in the water; he tackled me in the grass; we even 
scuffled in the tent and nearly knocked it down. He 
even assaulted me when I was dressing! I have to admit 
there was something exciting about being in physical 
contact with him, but I didn’t fully comprehend what I 
was feeling. Looking back on it now, I’m not sure if 
Mark grasped it, either. 

The strangest thing happened shortly before Mr. Schultz 
drove the Jeep out to pick us up. I came out of the 
outhouse. Mark was nowhere to be seen, but I didn’t 
think anything of it. I just went into the tent to put 
my stuff into my backpack. There was Mark. He was 
sitting on his sleeping bag. His shorts lay in a heap 
on the ground, and he held his shirt up around his 
neck. He held his hard cock firmly in his hand, and was 
furiously stroking it. 

My five-inch prong stiffened instantly. I had 
discovered jacking off when I was 11. Seeing my best 
friend with his schlong in his hand didn’t surprise me. 
We'd discussed jerking off before. I simply dropped my 
shorts and whacked away. It wasn’t long before he 
groaned, and jism erupted from his cock. Seconds later, 
my own orgasm struck me, and my come mixed with his on 
the floor of my tent. We both got dressed, and broke 
camp. We never discussed what we had done.

Our next camping trip approached. Thursday afternoon, 
we rode horses out to the camp site to set up camp. Mr. 
Schultz didn’t mind us taking the horses for a few 
hours, but he didn’t think we’d be responsible enough 
with them to keep them over the weekend. It was a warm 
day. I was sweaty by the time we got the horses tied to 
a tree, so I peeled off my T-shirt, and we started to 
pitch the tent. 

Within seconds, something heavy slammed into me, 
throwing me off my feet. It was Mark! We rolled around 
on the ground, wrestling, and laughing, genuinely 
enjoying ourselves. His young, hard body rubbing 
against mine felt exhilarating. We tussled for several 
minutes, and then, just as suddenly as it started, we 
broke apart. My feeling of discomfort came from the 
beginnings of a hard-on that I hoped my loose-fitting 
shorts concealed. I wasn’t too confident, though. His 
shorts didn’t hide his growing cock.

We laughed and talked while we finished setting up 
camp. My relief was obvious when my cock withered. I 
certainly didn’t want my best friend to get the wrong 
idea! We sat by the lake and told stories about the 
girls we knew in school. He told me about hugging and 
kissing several of them, and even got to squeeze Stacy 
Fulbright’s ass. I lied, claiming to get some hugging 
and kissing, too. 

I hung behind him when we started toward the horses. 
Halfway across the clearing, I caught him with a 
perfectly executed flying tackle! We rolled around in 
the long grass, fighting, delighted in our camaraderie. 
I didn’t understand what was going on in my body. I 
just knew I liked the feel of his youthful body rubbing 
against mine. 

He finally got me down, and sat astride me. My cock 
throbbed in my shorts, and I could tell he had a hard-
on, too. He had a strange look in his eyes, smoldering. 
It both confused and excited me. His hands circled my 
biceps, holding my arms firmly to the ground. Just the 
knowledge that our dicks were lying side by side, 
separated by just our clothes, somehow confused and 
excited me, too.

Suddenly, he let me up again. Rearranging ourselves, we 
saddled the horses and started back. Neither one of us 
talked much on the ride back to the ranch house. I was 
lost in thought, trying to figure out what I was 
feeling. 

Mom was waiting for me when we got back. I hopped into 
the truck almost immediately. That night, I was 
impatient for bedtime, and finally retired early, 
claiming exhaustion. Once in bed, I eagerly gripped my 
cock and stroked it enthusiastically. Three strokes 
later, I spilled my seed all over my bed as waves of 
pleasure broke over me. It was one of the most intense 
orgasms I had ever felt.

School seemed to last forever Friday. When it finally 
let out, Mark and I set out immediately for our camp 
site. Ten minutes after Mr. Schultz let us off, we were 
rolling around on the ground scuffling. Both of us had 
taken off our shirts, and were wearing only shorts. 
Before long, he had me backed up against a tree, flat 
on my back. My cock began to stir. A funny look crossed 
his face as he pinned me tightly to the ground. Neither 
one of us moved. 

Glancing down quickly, I noticed the front of his 
shorts tented out. Something smoldered in his eyes. 
Imperceptibly, he moved his face closer to me. I felt 
an excitement course through me that I couldn’t 
understand; I just understood I liked what I was 
feeling. 

I tilted my face up towards him. I could feel his rock-
hard dick against my stomach as my cock throbbed 
against his leg. The nearby woods were quiet, no 
scurrying of woodland animals, no twittering of birds, 
not even the buzzing of insects. Mark’s nipples were 
tiny, hard little points. His face got closer to mine. 
I don’t think I’ve ever felt more tension.

Suddenly, he jumped off me and ran toward the lake. 
"I’m going swimming, Brandon!" he called over his 
shoulder.

I jumped up and raced off after him. I caught him just 
as we got to the edge. "Let’s skinny dip!" I cried. 
Keeping my back to Mark, I dropped off my shorts, 
climbed to the top of the rocks, and grabbed the rope, 
which helped to hide my throbbing hard-on. Taking a 
running jump, I swung far out over the lake and dropped 
into the chilly water below. The cool lake water had 
the desired effect as my cock instantly began to 
deflate. I surfaced quickly, shaking the water out of 
my eyes soon enough to see my naked best friend swing 
out over the surface of the lake and drop into the pond 
several feet from me. 

It was still early in the season. Melting snow filled 
the mountain brooks that fed the lake; it was cold, but 
not unpleasantly so. Two small creeks fed the lake, one 
trickling in from the east and the other cascading in 
from the west over a fifteen-foot waterfall near the 
rocky platform where our rope was. Another small stream 
took the lake water southeast where it eventually fed 
the Missouri River. During the warm summer months, we’d 
shower in the waterfall, but it was just too cold for 
that now.

We swam around, horsing around, splashing water on each 
other. I wanted him to make physical contact with me. I 
had enjoyed the feel of his body against mine, but he 
never did. Finally, I climbed out of the lake, and lay 
down naked on the rock. The late afternoon sun felt 
warm on my cool skin, and the sun-baked rock I lay on 
warmed my back and ass. A couple minutes later, Mark 
emerged from the lake and lay down next to me. I 
cracked open my eyes, and was glad to see he remained 
naked, too. We lay side by side, soaking up the sun’s 
warmth and drying off.

I felt him roll over, and opened my eye a slit. He lay 
on his side, staring intently in my face. I glanced 
down his body. His cock was soft, but his ball sac 
looked huge. I looked back in his face. "What?" I 
asked.

"Truth or Dare?"

We had played "Truth or Dare?" for about a year. The 
truths were almost always something sexual. "Who do you 
most want to have sex with? Do you really think those 
naked Internet pictures of Britney Spears are real? If 
you had your choice, and you had to fuck one or the 
other or you’d be killed, would you rather fuck my 
grandmother, or your sister?" 

The dares, on the other hand, were always stupid. 
"Stick your face in the lake for 30 seconds, and don’t 
get any other part of your body wet. Go hug that tree. 
Take off one shoe and run from here to the edge of the 
clearing and back again as fast as you can." Really 
intelligent shit. 

We had added certain rules to "Truth or Dare?" Truths 
and Dares could have multiple parts, but it had to be 
stated clearly before the first part. We could take no 
more than three Truths between Dares. After three 
Truths, we had to take a Dare. Anyone caught lying in a 
Truth had to take three consecutive Dares. Any time a 
Dare wasn’t completed, another Dare had to be taken 
next time. 

I rolled over on my side. Only a couple inches 
separated our naked bodies. I liked the closeness of 
his body to mine. The tension that had dissipated while 
we were swimming came back with stunning strength. 
"Truth."

"Name one girl you’ve kissed."

I thought for a moment. I hadn’t kissed any, but the 
chances of getting caught were slim. I could lie about 
it, and probably get away with it. But I needed to make 
it believable. I couldn’t claim Cindy Brock, the head 
cheerleader. Nobody, not even me, would believe it. 
Quickly, before I gave it away, I said, "Angela 
Greeley." She was a good-looking girl at school, but 
not too good looking. Popular, without being too 
popular. We were friends, but not too good friends. 
What is most important, it was believable that she’d 
let me kiss her. The perfect kissing partner for a 
Truth or Dare lie. "Truth or Dare?" I said promptly, 
keeping the discussion of the Truthful kiss that never 
happened down.

"Truth."

"OK. Your turn. Name one girl at school you’ve kissed."

He didn’t bat an eyelash. "Donna Flaherty. Truth or 
Dare?"

"Truth!"

"Angela Greeley. Donna Flaherty. Tracie Evans. Which 
one would you rather fuck?"

Typical "Truth or Dare" question. About three girls in 
school. "Donna! She got the biggest tits! Back attcha! 
Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"Did you really grab Stacy Fulbright’s ass?"

"Do you remember that black eye I had last winter, 
Brandon?"

"Uh-huh."

"Her brother Dan gave it to me for grabbing her ass. 
Truth or Dare?"

I was feeling froggy, so I said, "Dare."

He looked surprised, but quickly relaxed. "This is your 
Dare. I Dare you, on my next Dare, to Dare me to do the 
exact same thing that I Dare you to do."

I blinked. I wasn’t sure if I understood him correctly. 
"Lemme get this straight. Next time I give you a Dare, 
it’s got to be the same Dare as the next Dare you give 
me? Right?"

He smiled. "You got it!"

I shrugged. That should be easy enough. I didn’t know 
why he was Daring himself, but if he wanted to, what 
did I care? I knew it wouldn’t be a tough one. He hated 
tough Dares. "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"OK. So you’ve grabbed Stacy Fulbright’s ass. Have you 
ever grabbed a tit?"

He thought for a moment. "Well, last week, Rhonda and I 
tripped over each other, and my hand landed on her tit. 
Does that count?"

I bit my lip. He’d touched a tit, all right. "I don’t 
think touching your little sister’s tit when you're 
tripping over each other counts, Dude."

He nodded. "I didn’t think so, either. But it was worth 
a try. Besides, her tit was little, hard and knobby."

"She’s only 11," I agreed.

"Yeah, but you’d fuck her."

"In a... I’ll take a Truth."

"You’d fuck my sister, right?"

"In a New York minute! Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

I thought for a moment. I’m an only child, the only 
child of a single mother. "It ain’t fair," I groused. 
"I don’t have a sister to ask if you’d like to fuck!"

"Your loss, Dude!"

I growled at him, and then laughed. "OK, smart ass. 
Rhonda’s cute, and Vickie’s got big knockers. Which one 
of your sisters, your younger sister or your older 
sister, would you rather fuck? Rhonda, or Vickie?"

"Dude! That’s gross!"

I laughed. "One or the other, Dude. Gun’s held to your 
head. You gotta fuck Rhonda or Vickie. Which one’s it 
gonna be?"

He thought for a moment. "OK, Brandon, but they can’t 
tell anyone. Right?"

I rolled away from him, laughing so hard my sides hurt. 
"It ain’t gonna happen, asshole! It’s just what if? Of 
course they ain’t gonna tell!"

He thought again for several seconds. "OK, Dude, but 
you can’t tell anyone, OK? You ain’t gonna tell anyone 
I’m weird, right?"

"Relax, Dude," I sighed. "It’s just us. I ain’t gonna 
tell anyone."

He seemed really nervous. "OK. I saw Vickie’s tits a 
couple weeks ago. I didn’t know she was in there. I 
went into the bathroom as she’s getting out of the 
shower. There she was, and there they were. I got a 
good look at them, Dude."

"Dude!" I sighed in admiration.

"I jerked off that night. All I could think about was 
Vickie’s tits. Man! They were gorgeous. I’d rather fuck 
Vickie, ‘cause she’s got a great set of tits! But, I 
wouldn’t even mind fucking her. I mean, I’ve thought 
about it several times. I thought about her when I was 
whacking off. It’s not something I’m trying to do. I’m 
not trying to fuck my sister, you know? But if the 
situation arose, I wouldn’t turn it down, you know what 
I mean? I mean, she’s my sister, and I don’t wanna fuck 
my sister ‘cause it’s weird. But she has nice tits. 
It’s confusing. You don’t think I’m weird, do you?" 

I shook my head. "Nah!"

"Yeah. She’s got a great set of knockers. Truth or 
Dare?"

He hadn’t taken a Dare yet. But I was interested to see 
what Dare he wanted to give me, which I would give to 
him. Curiosity got the better of me. "Dare."

"You sure?"

"Mm-hmm. Go for it."

He smiled a crooked grin. "Are you sure you’re sure?"

"Hey, it can’t be that bad, Dude," I said, standing up. 
"You have to take a Dare next time, and I have to give 
you whatever Dare you give me now back to you. And 
you’re a wimp!"

"Why you standing up? Chicken?"

"I’m hungry. When we finish this round of Dares, I 
wanna go get something to eat. Now, Dare me, dammit!"

"OK. You asked for it. Here’s your Dare. I Dare you to 
stay naked until it’s time for us to go home Sunday 
night. I Dare you to wear nothing from now on."

I was intrigued. But I was also cautious. "You know you 
gotta take a Dare next time."

"Yeah."

"And, according to my first Dare, I gotta Dare you to 
do the same thing."

"Mm-hmm. Dare!"

"It still gets cold at night. What if we get cold?"

"When we go to sleep, we can get in our sleeping bags. 
We can if we get cold, too. Dare!"

"But... But... But, what... what about, uh, bugs?"

"There ain’t no bugs up here! You know that! How long 
have we camped here? We never had a problem with bugs! 
Dare!"

I was fascinated. Mark had come up with one of the best 
Dares ever! He had stood up, too, and it looked like 
his cock was awakening. I knew I felt the first 
stirrings of an approaching hard-on. If it felt good to 
have his shirtless body rubbing against mine, I 
thought, it must feel even better to have his nude body 
rubbing mine. I finally decided that this could be 
interesting. "Back attcha," I said. "Same Dare. I Dare 
you to remain nude until it’s time for your Dad to come 
and pick us up Sunday night." I stuck out my hand. 
"Shake on it!"

He should have known better. We’d done this to each 
other many times over the years. As he grasped my hand 
to shake, I gripped firmly and flung him hard toward 
the edge of the rock, to dump him into the lake. He 
should have known better, but so should have I. As I 
hurled him toward the precipice, ready to release him 
to the deep, he grabbed my hand with both of his. He 
sailed over the edge, dragging me behind him. We 
plummeted into the cold water, screaming in delight. We 
hit the water nearly simultaneously, and immediately 
began to wrestle in the water.

I quickly became aware of his hard cock rubbing against 
my thigh, tapping my ball sac, bumping into mine. My 
own cock, equally hard, swelled with every caress 
against his body. My need for an orgasm built quickly. 
We thrashed about in the water, rubbing our bodies 
against each other. 

Suddenly, we found ourselves in waist deep water. Our 
arms were around each other’s waist. Our cocks nestled 
next to each other, pinned between our pelvises. I held 
my best friend tightly and rubbed my cock against him. 
He did the same to me. I didn’t care. I really needed 
to come. I was horny beyond belief. We got a good 
rhythm going, with him thrusting up as I backed off, 
then he backed off as I thrust upward.

Suddenly, he groaned loudly, and thrust up as hard as 
he could. I looked down in time to see the first gob of 
his white cum exploding from the head of his dick. That 
was all it took for me. My safety valve released. I 
moaned as loudly as I could. 

Waves of pleasure burst across me. I felt tingles of 
electricity jolt along my nerves. Huge gobs of my semen 
rocketed out of my cock. Our moans ricocheted around 
the lake. Spurts of hot cum, both Mark’s and mine, 
landed on my chest and belly. I could hear some drip 
into the lake water.

Finally, the spasms passed. We both relaxed. Cum coated 
our chests and bellies. "That was wild!" I sighed.

We both took a step away from each other. Minnows poked 
at the coagulating cum floating on the lake. "Hey, 
check it out, Brandon! They’re eating our cum!" Mark 
laughed.

"Eeeewwwww!" I cried. "That’s gross!" We looked at each 
other. I couldn’t tell what he thought, but I had 
enjoyed what had just happened. I wanted it to happen 
again, but I wasn’t sure how to make it happen. I could 
see Mark was thinking, too. He didn’t look like he was 
grossed out by what we had done. Judging by his cries 
when we were both coming, I was sure he had enjoyed it, 
too. At least, I hoped he had. Then, maybe he’d want to 
do it again.

"That was fun!" he said suddenly. Without warning, he 
dipped his hands into the lake, sprinkled water on my 
chest and started to clean me off. I pushed him a few 
feet farther out into the lake and began to wash him 
off, too. We rubbed each other’s chest and stomachs, 
cleaning off our drying cum. When he caressed my dick, 
I knew we weren’t finished making each other feel good.

While I lit a fire in the fire pit, and fried a couple 
hamburgers on the camp stove Mom gave me, Mark spread a 
big blanket on the ground next to the fire. "What’s the 
blanket for?" I asked as we got ready to eat.

"We gotta be naked," he said. "We dared each other to 
stay naked until it’s time to go home. Well, I don’t 
know about you," he continued, plucking a dry grass 
stalk out of the ground, "but I don’t want this poking 
up my butt!"

We talked about girls while we ate. Seventh grade was 
almost over, and we’d be eighth graders, the B. M. O. 
C.’s next year, which we both looked forward to. I 
didn’t feel uncomfortable being naked with him. It felt 
natural. It felt like we had always done it, even 
though we had rarely exposed ourselves to each other. 
We draped napkins over our laps after grease dripped 
off my hamburger into my pubic hair.

Supper over, we carefully cleaned up our campsite. Mr. 
Schultz showed us a couple times what would happen if 
we weren’t careful with our garbage before he ever 
allowed us to camp by ourselves. He left some garbage 
out in the open. Bears found it, and tore it to shreds. 
It was a mistake neither one of us ever made.

We settled on the blanket. It was beginning to get 
dark, and I figured we’d go to bed early. We had a lot 
to do naked the next day. But neither one of us was 
ready to go into the tent just yet. We lay on the 
blanket and talked. Finally, I said, "Truth or Dare?"

I could see his smile, even though it was nearly dark. 
"Dare."

I thought for a moment. I had a Truth question already, 
but I wasn’t ready for a Dare. Finally, one came to me. 
"Hold my balls with your right hand, and pull on my 
dick with your left until I say stop."

He hesitated for only a moment before touching me. His 
hands felt warm on my genitalia. After a moment, he 
asked, "Would you mind if I did it the other way? I 
jerk off with my right hand, and it feels more natural 
for me."

I consented, and he completed his Dare. I took a Truth, 
and admitted that masturbating with my left hand was 
nearly impossible. Then, he asked for a Truth. "Two 
part question," I said nervously. "Part one: What 
happened in the lake? Uh, what we did. You know, before 
we ate. Did you like it?" 

He slowly nodded. I sighed imperceptibly. He’d liked 
it, too. Now, for the more difficult part. "Would you 
like to do it again? I don’t mean right now, but 
sometime. And I don’t mean exactly that, I mean, make 
each other feel good. You know, kinda, help each other 
get off. Cum. You know. Do you wanna do that again?"

He nodded slowly again. When he spoke, he spoke 
hurriedly, blurting out the words quickly. "It was 
interesting. It felt good. Can’t say I wanna do it with 
another guy, but yeah. I’d do that with you again. 
Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

The game continued for several rounds. I admitted that 
I, too, had enjoyed what we had done in the lake, and 
that I wouldn’t mind doing something similar again. I 
also confessed that I thought Christina Aguilera could 
beat Jessica Simpson in a wrestling match, and that I’d 
like to watch it, that Kelly Weber, a girl in school, 
was my favorite jerk off image, among other things I 
admitted. 

He owned up to trying to sneak more peaks at his older 
sister, that, even though her older brother had beat 
the shit out of him, he’d still like to grab Stacy 
Fulbright’s ass again, and other things. 

Our Dares took a more sexual turn than ever before. I 
had him play with my nipples, rub my chest, and play 
with my cock. I fondled his chest, back, dick and 
balls, and he had me try to stick my finger up his 
butt. It grossed me out, but fortunately I couldn’t 
work my finger in. It was too tight. Finally, we 
noticed that we were getting cold, and turned in. I 
expected him to try to wrestle with me, but he never 
did.

Mark was awake, staring intently at my face, when I 
woke up early the next morning. "It’s cold outside this 
morning, Dude," he said. I could see his path through 
the dew-covered grass from when he’d gone to pee. I had 
to pee, too, but I had to wait until my morning hard-on 
went away. We lay there talking, buried deeply in our 
thick down sleeping bags. It seemed like we’d been 
going naked together all our lives. I knew I wanted to 
learn more about his body. The sight of it, the feel of 
it, its sounds, even its tastes attracted my attention.

Finally, my cock deflated enough that I could get up. 
It was early in the morning. The sun was barely over 
the horizon, and the lake was covered with a thick 
layer of mist. Fog blanketed the clearing. Cold slapped 
me as I crawled out of my sleeping bag. I hurried out 
of the tent and around the corner, peed quickly and ran 
back into the tent. He held open his sleeping bag, 
urging me to crawl in with him. I jumped in without 
thinking, shivering from the cold.

We put our arms around each other and shivered in the 
cold, passing body heat back and forth. We rubbed each 
other's back and thrashed against each other. The feel 
of his young body rubbing against mine felt great, and 
it wasn’t long before both of us sported hard-ons. I 
kept trying to rub my dick against him. His kinky pubic 
hair felt good against the sensitive skin of my hard 
cock. I humped against him, and he humped against me. 
Suddenly, I found myself lying on top of him between 
his thighs. We froze. Our cocks lay touching each other 
side by side. My ball sac lay on top of his. Our legs 
were entwined. 

Slowly, I moved my pelvis forward, grinding my schlong 
on his abdomen. As I pulled back, he thrust up into me. 
The need to come built in me again. As I thrust against 
him, I closed my eyes and dropped my head beside his. 
We thrust against each other over and over again. Lust 
burned in my body. My balls slowly drew up in my groin. 
I knew my orgasm was close.

Suddenly, I felt his lips on my neck. He was kissing 
me! I jerked my head up and froze. He turned and looked 
into my eyes. It seemed so right. I began thrusting 
again. Our faces moved together. I puckered my lips. My 
penis seemed to expand painfully. Our lips touched, but 
we never actually kissed as waves of pleasure burst 
over me. I pushed up as far on him as I could. 

A groan forced itself past my lips as I threw my head 
back. White-hot strands of cum exploded from my cock. 
His screams answered mine. My balls pumped more and 
more of my milky white baby seed onto our stomachs. I 
could feel his cock spasm, trapped as it was between 
our bellies. His balls were pumping gobs of jism, too.

The paroxysms of orgasm finally passed. I collapsed on 
top of my best friend, and we lay wheezing together. 
Our cum cooled between us, becoming gluey and sticking 
our bellies together. I came down from the orgasmic 
high before he did. When he finally sighed and opened 
his eyes, we stared at each other. "That beat the hell 
out beating off," he said as I rolled off him. 

We lay side by side in his big, warm sleeping bag. 
"I’ve said, ‘There’s nothing better than a morning 
whack off session,’" I said quietly. "I was wrong. If I 
could have one of these every morning, I’d be happier 
than a pig in shit!"

We lay there silently. None of the feelings I’d had the 
day before, when I wasn’t sure how he felt about what 
we did, surfaced. Soon, his breathing deepened and 
became even. I must have fallen asleep shortly 
afterwards. When I woke up, the sun shone brightly high 
in the sky, and the mist and the fog had lifted. Mark 
lay quietly beside me, serenely watching me sleep. We 
talked softly for several minutes. Something had 
changed between us. I didn’t know what, but it felt 
different. Finally, he said, "Let’s get up. It’s after 
9:30!"

I got up and glanced around for my clothes before I 
remembered our Dares. We walked down to the lake and 
cleaned the dried cum off our stomachs. After we ate, 
we sat around and talked some more. Girls in school, 
girls on TV, girls in the movies, girl singers, girls 
in school. Eventually, I sat up and said, "Truth or 
Dare?"

"Truth!"

I thought for a moment. "OK. Stacy Fulbright. Brandon 
Devereaux. Hillary Duff. Which one would you rather 
fuck?"

He was quiet for a moment, staring off into space. 
Finally, he said thoughtfully. "I enjoyed what we’ve 
been doing. And you’re available and willing. So I’d 
rather fuck Brandon Devereaux. However, Hillary Duff is 
HOT HOT HOT!!! Woo! I’d give anything to fuck her. So 
I’d rather fuck her. But, she’s a big Hollywood star. 
She’ll never come to Montana, and if she does, I’ll 
never get close enough to ever talk to her, let alone 
fuck her. And Stacy. Stacy! She’s here, she’s a girl, 
and she’s a babe. I’d rather fuck Stacy Fulbright."

"That’s your final answer?" I asked, laughing.

He nodded. "Not by much, but I’d rather fuck Stacy 
Fulbright. Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

He thought for a moment. "OK. Jessica Simpson. Mark 
Schultz. Rhonda Schultz. Which one would you rather 
fuck?"

I sat quietly. The answer was obviously Jessica 
Simpson, but I knew I needed reasons. That was part of 
our fun. After several seconds, I said, "Rhonda Schultz 
is going to be a babe. A certified living doll. She’s a 
little sweetheart now, and I’d love to give her one, 
but she’s too young. I’d fuck her in a New York minute, 
but she’s just too young. Now, Mark Schultz is here. 
He’s willing. I’ve enjoyed doing what we’ve done, and I 
wanna do it more. It feels real good. And, he’s not bad 
looking. But, he’s a guy, and I like girls. So, even 
though she will never come here, and I’ll never make 
her cum here, I’d rather fuck Jessica Simpson. Truth or 
Dare?"

He nervously wiped his face. "Dare."

I wasn’t ready for a Dare. I wasn’t actually ready for 
a Truth, either, but I was totally out of it as far as 
a Dare was concerned. Finally, I had him see if he 
could touch the tip of my cock and the base at the same 
time. Of course, he could. I took a Truth, and admitted 
that, when he kissed my neck in his sleeping bag this 
morning, I hadn’t been grossed me out or anything. He 
asked for a Truth.

I was ready! "Did you like kissing me as much as you 
liked kissing Donna Flaherty?" He froze. A look of 
horror instantly crossed his face. Something was wrong, 
but I had no idea what it was. "Me or Donna. Which one 
did you like kissing better?"

The answer was not what I was expecting. Quietly, 
almost imperceptibly, he said, "I have to take three 
straight Dares."

I looked at him. "What are you talking about?"

"You caught me in a lie. I have to take three straight 
Dares."

"What lie?"

"I lied yesterday, and you caught me. I have to take 
three straight Dares."

"What do you mean?"

He glared at me. "The answer to your Truth. Who did I 
like kissing better, you or Donna? The answer is, I 
liked kissing you better. I liked kissing you better 
because I’ve never kissed Donna Flaherty. I’ve never 
kissed her, or anybody else, expect my mom, my sisters, 
my grandmothers, and my cousin Randi Queen."

He glanced down at the blanket we were sitting on. It 
obviously hurt him to admit that. He liked being more 
worldly than me. A better womanizer. And now, the truth 
was told that I’d been kissed, and he hadn’t. "Well," I 
said, "you still grabbed Stacy Ferguson’s ass."

"That was an accident." He flexed his fingers, showing 
me a grabbing motion. "I was doing this, trying to pop 
my knuckles, when I walked through the door into math 
class. I never saw her until I had a handful of the 
most gorgeous ass in the seventh grade."

I stared at him. His world was crumbling. Thirteen-
years-old, found to be a liar, a cheat. It was plain he 
was suffering from his admissions. "I have to take 
three Dares, too."

He angrily jumped to his feet. "You’re just saying 
that!" he yelled at me.

"And you’re an idiot!" I yelled back at him. I leapt to 
my feet and held my hands out at my sides. "Look at me. 
Do you really think Angela Greeley would kiss me? I 
lied, too, dammit! I couldn’t let you think I haven’t 
been kissed."

He smiled. "You’re right. She has more taste than that. 
Truth or Dare?"

I shook my head. "I ain’t got no choice."

"I know. But you still have to say it. Truth or Dare?"

"Dare."

"OK. This is kinda weird. If you don’t want to, it’s 
OK. I’ll pass, and come up with a different Dare. You 
don’t have to do this Dare if you really don’t want 
to."

"OK, OK, already. I understand! Just give me the damn 
Dare!"

Nervously, he shifted where he sat. After licking his 
lips a couple times, he said, "Kiss me. Not just a peck 
on the cheek. Give me a real kiss. A kiss you want from 
Angela. A French kiss. See how far we can get our 
tongues into each other’s mouth. That’s the kiss I 
want."

I smiled. Strangely, such a Dare two days earlier 
could’ve ended our friendship. Now, he had come up with 
the exact same Dare I had just come up with for him. We 
cautiously stepped toward each other. Slowly, our arms 
circled each other. I tilted my head to the side as our 
faces came together. My cock furiously throbbed, and I 
felt his long, hard cock press into my abdomen. Time 
seemed to stand still. The forest was absolutely still. 
The only sound to be heard was the water splashing over 
the falls a hundred feet away from us. 

Slowly, our lips touched. He forced my lips apart with 
his tongue, and invaded my mouth. It felt good. It 
didn’t feel peculiar in the least. I tentatively 
massaged his tongue with mine. We pressed our bodies 
tightly together, gently humping into each other. My 
arms circled his shoulder, holding our chests tightly 
against each other. His arms held me lower, holding our 
torsos together. His hand clenched my ass cheek, and I 
could feel his finger massage my puckered asshole. His 
lips felt warm against mine. My tongue battled his 
between our mouths.

We gradually sank to our knees, our lips rarely 
breaking contact. I could feel his hard dick throbbing 
against me. My own orgasm was close at hand. Backing 
slightly away from him, I pulled my right arm from 
around him and snaked it between us. As I grasped his 
throbbing cock, he pulled away from me and stared into 
my eyes. "I’ll do you," he croaked, his voice cracking 
with lust. "I’ll do you if you do me."

For the first time, I looked at the marvelous tool I 
held in my hand. I drew closer to him to compare our 
tools. Our cocks were roughly the same size, probably 
about six inches long, and bigger around than a 
quarter. Two small, perfectly-formed walnuts hung in 
their bag below each shaft. He reached between us and 
rubbed the sacs together. I kissed him again before 
beginning to rub his shaft in earnest. I leaned back 
from him, giving him ample room to clutch my hard rod. 

I enjoyed beating off. It was fun. Having another 
person stroking my hard schlong, while caressing his 
was off the scale. His skin was soft, smooth, almost 
silky. The head was supple, and pliable. I eagerly 
rubbed up and down the entire length of his rock-hard 
pole. He was more tentative on my schlong. He gingerly 
touched my cock, tapping its hardness with his finger, 
running his nail down the sensitive underside. 
Suddenly, he pulled his hand back. He coughed, working 
up a mouthful of saliva. Then, he spit on his hand. 
Reaching down, he grasped my dick and started stroking. 

It felt magnificent! I moaned loudly as his fist glided 
on my spit-slickened cock. I had masturbated often, but 
this was a first for me. Before, it had always been 
just my dry hand on my cock, pumping away. This was 
new! I quickly worked up a mouthful of spit, and went 
back to work on him. We furiously pounded away on each 
other. I fondled his ball sac, feeling it pull snugly 
into his groin. I could feel the cum building in my 
ball sac. We both leaned forward, our foreheads 
touching, staring down at two hands working on two 
cocks, wondering which one would give first.

Suddenly, he groaned and threw his head back. But, 
before he could come, a sticky string of semen popped 
from my cock as I cried out loudly. A gob of his sticky 
cum immediately exploded from his dickhead. Shot after 
shot of hot, gooey cum burst from both of our nuts 
through our quivering cocks to splash down on our 
chests and stomachs.

Finally, the spasms subsided. We were both saturated 
with our cum. It lay in spots on his chest and stomach, 
even dripping into his pubic hair. When at last we 
sighed and relaxed, he giggled and pointed at my face. 
"You got cum on your mouth!" I stuck out my tongue and 
licked it into my mouth. This drew another guffaw from 
him. "How did it taste?" he asked when the laughs 
finally left him.

I looked down. My hand still gripped his withering 
cock, but a little drool of his semen was on my finger. 
I raised it up to his lips and said, "Try it for 
yourself!" 

He started to balk, but I shoved my finger into his 
mouth, forcing him to taste his own spunk. He shrugged 
his shoulder, and said, "It wasn’t as bad as I feared."

Suddenly, he slammed into me, and wrestled me to the 
ground. We grappled, battling around the clearing, 
smearing our commingled cum across our bodies. After 
several minutes, we sat back on our haunches. Dirt and 
dried grass stuck to the drying cum on our sweaty 
bodies. I breathed heavily as I stared at his 
developing, 13-year-old body. He still had baby fat, 
yet his body was becoming muscular. For what seemed 
like the first time in two days, both our cocks were 
soft. I wasn’t sure about him, but mine was somewhat 
tender. 

"Why don’t we go clean up our mess in the lake," I 
suggested, "and then lay on the rocks while we still 
have a chance?" The sun was beginning to dip toward the 
horizon, and the warm rays shone directly on the rock 
where the rope swing was anchored. It wouldn’t be too 
long until we’d go to bed, and then we had only the 
next morning to goof off before we had to get dressed 
and break camp. Mr. Schultz would pick us up in the 
mid-afternoon. We didn’t want him to find us naked, or 
worse, touching each other. That, we knew without 
discussing, would be a disaster.

We ate supper after lying on the rock, and then sat by 
the lake. After a while, I yawned, and we decided to 
turn in for the night. It was getting chilly, and 
besides, we were both tired. We had done a lot, and 
were spent. I followed him into the tent, and when he 
suggested sharing a sleeping bag, I crawled into his. 
We cuddled together, and were asleep in minutes.

When I woke up the next morning, Mark wasn’t lying next 
to me. I looked over. He wasn’t in mine, either. I 
jumped out of his sleeping bag, and looked around 
anxiously. Mark wasn’t in the tent. Worried, I ran out 
of the tent and looked around. He was nowhere to be 
seen. I finally found him sitting by the lake, lost in 
thought and throwing pebbles disinterestedly into the 
water. Standing behind him, I quietly watched him. I 
had seen him like this before. This was what he did 
when something bothered him. 

Fear crept into me again. What if he decided he didn’t 
like what we had done this weekend? What if he decided 
he didn’t want to be friends anymore? I liked girls, I 
reassured myself, but I also liked what we had done. 
Shit! We came! So what if we were both guys? The coming 
was, in my opinion, the important thing. I didn’t care 
if it was another guy who helped me achieve climax. It 
wasn’t something I would brag about at school. I didn’t 
want anyone to know. 
 
But with just Mark and me, I didn’t care. He was my 
best friend! The best friend I could ever hope to have. 
Watching him throw pebbles into the lake worried me. I 
could hardly wait until I had sex with a girl. But 
until then, doing what Mark and I had done was, for me, 
an acceptable replacement. And, damn it, I didn’t want 
to give that up. No! I thought. Damn it, I wouldn’t 
give that up without a fight. I’d make Mark see there 
was nothing wrong with what we had done. I would make 
him see what we had done was special. It was special 
because we were friends. It was special because I 
couldn’t imagine life without him as my best friend, 
and I didn’t intend to find out.

I screwed up my resolve, and sat next to him. "You 
weren’t in the sleeping bag when I woke up."

"Nah," he said dejectedly. "I couldn’t sleep, so I got 
up and came down here."

"What’s the matter?"

"Nothin’." He half-heartedly threw another pebble into 
the lake.

"Bullshit. What’s the matter?"

"Nothin’."

I pushed him good-naturedly, "Don’t give me that 
bullshit! I know you better than anybody! Now, what’s 
up?"

He finally looked at me. He looked like he was ready to 
cry. The fear that I had been beating back leapt up and 
clutched my throat. I was losing my best friend, and I 
wasn’t prepared for that. His blond hair straggled into 
his bloodshot eyes. He looked a mess. When he finally 
spoke, it was barely above a whisper. "I have had more 
fun this weekend than I have ever had. What you and I 
have done... coming, and helping you come... do you 
know what I mean?"

"I think so."

He turned toward me, and put his arm around me. The 
fear that had been dogging me instantly dissipated. 
"You’re my best friend. You always have been, and I 
lo... You’re like a brother to me. Two things are 
scaring the hell outta me!" A tear trickled out of the 
corner of his eye. 

"I’m afraid we’ll never do this again. I love what we 
did! I like girls! I like girls as much now as I did 
before. But I enjoy what we did this weekend. I wanna 
do it more. I wanna do it all the time. I still wanna 
all the other shit we’ve done, play baseball, and go 
hunting, and talk about girls and study and go fishing 
and everything else. I wanna hang out with you and do 
all the fun shit we’ve always done. But I wanna do 
this, too. And, I’m afraid you won’t wanna do it any 
more." 

I started to say something, but he cut me off. "I ain’t 
finished yet. I’m afraid of something else, and you 
gotta hear me out. I’m afraid what we’ve done will make 
you not wanna be friends anymore. I’m afraid you will 
think I’m too weird to be friends with anymore. You’ll 
think I’m queer, and it’ll weird you out, and I’ve lost 
the best friend I can ever hope to have. And I couldn’t 
stand that. We’re Mark and Brandon. Best Friends. The 
Two Musketeers. My Fred to your Barney, my Gilligan to 
your Skipper." I tried to say something again, but he 
cut me off again. "Not yet, Dude. I ain’t finished."

"The hell you ain’t," I said. "I could’ve said 
everything you said. Everything you said is exactly how 
I feel! I’m not queer, and neither are you. What we’ve 
done this weekend is just help each other come. And I 
plan on helping you come more. We won’t be able to do 
this every day, but there ain’t nothing that says we 
can’t go camping. We can do this when we go camping, 
just like we have this weekend. I wanna do this more 
often. I have enjoyed this weekend, and I’m sorry to 
see it end. I can’t go camping next weekend. Mom wants 
me to help her in the store, but we can the following 
weekend. And that doesn’t mean other occasions can’t, 
uh, pop up. I have loved this weekend, and I plan on 
doing it a lot more. We just have to be careful. We 
can’t let anyone know what we’re doing."

Mark smiled at me. The relief in his face was palpable. 
"Agreed!" he said. "For that matter, I’d like one more 
go around before Dad gets here."

I smiled back at him. I was so relieved, I leaned over 
and kissed him. "Maybe. But first, I’m hungry. Let’s 
get something to eat!"

After breakfast, we set about preparing to strike camp. 
We worked for about an hour getting things ready. The 
campfire was carefully doused. I meticulously cleaned 
my camp stove. We rolled up our sleeping bags and put 
away our cots. We even messed up the clothes we 
brought, to give them the lived-in look. Laying out the 
clothes we’d put on before Mr. Schultz arrived, we put 
everything else away. We didn’t strike the tent, 
deciding that, since we wanted to go camping as often 
as possible, it made more sense to leave it up. If Mr. 
Schultz didn’t agree, we could always take it down when 
he got here.

Finally finished, it was nearly noon. We grabbed a 
quick bite to eat. "Wanna go swimming one more time?" I 
asked, putting the crusts of my peanut butter sandwich 
into a garbage bag.

In answer, he slammed into me. We rolled around in the 
grass, laughing hysterically, and grappling with each 
other. The feel of his naked body rubbing mine soon had 
an effect on my cock, and it began to inflate. I could 
feel his hard cock rubbing me, too. We rolled around 
the clearing, trying to throw the other. Suddenly, my 
footing slipped, and I slid down the embankment, 
hitting my head against a tree. Somewhat dazed, I knelt 
down on hands and knees. 

Mark didn’t realize what had happened to me. He came up 
behind me and grabbed me in a bear hug. He wouldn’t 
have been able to get me like that if I hadn’t been 
dazed, but he did. His cock slid right up the crack of 
my ass when he reach over to grab my arms. It must have 
felt good, because he pulled back and slid forward 
again. 

He was closer to an orgasm than I realized. His grunts 
echoed around the clearing. I was pinned beneath him as 
he slid his cock up and down the crack of my ass. He’d 
let go of my arms, and held himself tightly against me 
as he humped my ass. My cock throbbed in my crotch, 
but, because of how I was pinned, I couldn’t reach it 
to give myself any relief. His grunts and moans were 
coming louder. Within seconds, he pushed against me 
hard, and cried out. I felt gobs of his cum spurt onto 
my back. He held me tightly around the waist as cum 
poured out of his cock, splashing on my back. 

When he finally let go, he sank back against the tree. 
My wooziness from hitting my head was gone, but my 
horniness was still at the forefront. I spun around and 
vigorously whacked my cock. He stared up at me, gasping 
for breath, staring at my hand rubbing up and down my 
long, hard dick. Within seconds, I cried out loudly, 
spattering my jism on his chest, neck and face. Wave 
after wave of intense pleasure surged over me. My skin 
felt electrified. My knees buckled, and I sank down in 
front of him. 

The final spurts of my orgasm dribbled out of my aching 
cock to puddle on the ground. When the final spasms of 
another intense orgasm finally subsided, I sighed, and 
spun around to sit next to him. He put his hand on my 
thigh. I looked into his eyes. Nothing was said. 
Nothing needed to be said.

We sat by the lake, fully dressed, when Mr. Schultz 
rode his horse into the clearing. He led two other 
horses behind him. We were sitting up on the rock, 
ignoring our fishing poles and talking about girls when 
he found us. "You boys know there’s only minnows in 
that pond, don’t you?" he asked.

"Yes sir," we replied. 

We persuaded him to let us leave the tent up before we 
rode back to the ranch house. Not a word was spoken 
about what we did. Asked if we had fun, we eagerly 
admitted. I had to wait for Mom to pick me up, so we 
goofed off in his bedroom. We teased Rhonda, and he 
showed me where he was standing when he saw Vickie’s 
tits 

That night I went to bed early, and slept. At school, 
Mark and I acted as if nothing happened. Nobody could 
tell that we had messed around with each other. I 
looked around at the other close friends in our class, 
trying to determine if there were any pairs of friends 
whom I would suspect of doing the same thing we had 
done. I couldn’t come up with any, but I couldn’t rule 
anyone out, either. Before that weekend, I typically 
jerked off almost every night. I didn’t touch myself 
until I went to bed Thursday night. 

It was Friday afternoon after school before Mark and I 
were able to get alone. I was working in Mom’s shop 
when Mark came in. Mrs. Schultz let him hang out with 
me at the store while she and his sisters went grocery 
shopping. Mom said it was OK, so we went to hang out in 
the store room. It was something we always did, so 
nobody thought anything of it. Nobody caught us drop 
our pants and jack each other off, either.

We discovered oral sex the next time we went camping. 
We didn’t discover anal sex until we were older. We 
continued to have sex with each other even after we 
started fucking girls. There were even times when we 
could still taste the girl’s secretions on our peckers, 
which grossed Mark out after I started sleeping with 
Rhonda.

After high school graduation, we spent two weeks in the 
woods, never once coming out, hunting, fishing, 
fucking, and sucking. It was a wonderful time. That 
fall, I entered the local community college while Mark 
enrolled in Montana State University. I stayed home to 
help Mom with the sporting goods store while she got 
ready to get remarried. Twelve years after my dad was 
killed in an auto accident, Mom was finally getting on 
with her life, and I was happy. But I missed Mark, 
although I still spent a lot of time at the Schultz 
ranch. Rhonda and I were steady dates by then. 

Mark and I got together every time he came home that 
year, and I visited him on the MSU campus a couple 
times. By the following fall, I had enrolled in Montana 
State, and we became roommates. It was even more fun 
the following year when Rhonda joined us at college. I 
went to work for Mom after we graduated, while Mark 
went to work on the ranch. I married Rhonda after she 
graduated. I was Mark’s best man at his wedding to a 
girl he met at college. I was more cut out for work on 
the ranch than running a sporting goods store, and Mark 
liked running the store better. So Rhonda and I moved 
back there. I took over running the ranch when Mr. 
Schultz retired. 

It’s now more than thirty years since that first, 
fateful weekend. Mark and I get together every once in 
a while. I have never considered a sexual affair with 
another man, but with Mark, it's different. I enjoyed 
it immensely. I have never told anyone about what we 
did, not even Rhonda. If Mark ever told anyone, he 
never let me know that he did. 

Our sons are teenagers now. They go camping in the 
woods, in the same clearing by the same lake as we did. 
It is the same clearing their grandfathers and great-
grandfathers, for several generations, camped at as 
young boys. I often wonder if our sons do what we did. 
I never check to see. And I quickly banish such 
thoughts because it leads to uncomfortable thoughts 
that, perhaps, Mr. Schultz and my dad, who had been 
boyhood friends, had done the same thing, too. And that 
is a thought I do not need.

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