Summer Dream
A Short Story
Chapter 01
To the many readers of my About A Boy stories; This little story will merely be a one and done effort. Truth is, it's not so much of a story really, as it is a childhood adventure. A recollection of a glorious time from our youth. Perhaps one that many of you can all identify with in one form or another. Gosh, I sure hope so...
There are defining moments in our lives, that for most, will live on in our memories long after childhood has left us. This is one such account, from those happy moments of youth; and by the way, this is a true story. Though some of the dialog is, as remembered. Please enjoy...
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Do you remember way back when you were twelve? I do. Like it was yesterday in fact. The summer of my twelfth year. It was an amazing time really, one filled with all the innocence and curious wonder of youth; oh, and puberty. Don't forget the onset of puberty.
It was before the internet proliferated our lives. The year doesn't really matter, suffice to say it was back before kids, and childhood became so damn complicated; or more accurately, confusing...
Summer was upon us. God what a dream that was. Late in the month of June, sitting and watching the clock on the last day of school before summer vacation. Waiting for that damn bell to ring and set us all free from this institutional cage... Three glorious months of freedom to look forward to.
My name is Ian by the way, and I must have looked at that damn clock a hundred times, like every other kid in the classroom. Well, except for Rhonda Malone. She loved school; wanted to spend every minute there in fact. What a dork! I think she grew up to be a Bank Manager or something. Eeeewww...
Tick... Tick... Tick... Van Halen's song was right, "I think the clock is sloooooow." And just when we couldn't take it anymore, that previously annoying bell was singing like a songbird. "No more teachers, no more books... No more teachers’ dirty looks..."
I was free. Jr. High School was out for the summer, and already a memory. I raced home, and my shoes were off before I passed through the front door. My socks and shirt were quick to follow. For three months I barley even remember a time when I had my shoes on. And certainly it was nothing but shorts, cut-offs, or bathing suits the rest of the summer... I wore a tank top once in awhile when my mom insisted, but for me, the closer to being naked I was, the better I liked it.
I'd waited all school year for this; we were heading up to the lake house. My Grampa Carl had a big cabin up there, and every summer the families, and all the cousins converged there for a week long family reunion. It was fuckin' awesome. Since I was the only kid in my immediate family, I was able to bring my best friend Kenny to come along with us.
Between the three families, there was a hoard of like eight kids up there. Me and my friend Kenny were both twelve, my cousin Jac was twelve also. Cousins Danny and Marcus were both eleven, and of course there was Ryan, he was like thirteen, and apparently too mature to hang out with the rest of us.
Too mature meant that he had hit puberty last year, and his time was occupied by jerking off whenever he thought he could get away with it. Then of course there was Jen and Christie, but they were our girl cousins, so they didn't really count in our book.
The week was always a mish mash of carefree fun. We boys usually bunked in two rooms, or, one when we stayed up late, and ended up falling asleep in a jumbled pile in one of the rooms. Well, Ryan preferred to be by himself of course, masturbation takes a lot of concentration you know...
The cabin was huge. It was two stories and had a daylight basement. There were four bedrooms; another if you counted the 'rec-room' in the basement. And there was what Grampa Carl called the 'bunk house'. It was a separate structure that used to be a large storage area, before Grampa converted it. Now there were four bunks out there, and a large couch. Even a separate toilet in a tiny room at one end.
As for a shower... Well, Grampa had an outdoor shower at the far end of the bunk house. That one was for us boys to use, since we were coming and going in and out of the lake all day long. It was cold water only, but that's okay. Summers were always warm, and the water wasn't all that bad.
We boys all showered naked for the most part. It was mostly out of sight of the main lake house, and hell, back then boys didn't really care. Not like today with everyone being so prudish, and shy about being seen in the buff.
Of course Cousin Ryan didn't shower with us. He said he didn't want to shower with us kids; but, maybe that's because he had a hard on most of the time, and didn't want us to tease him about it... We did anyway...
The summer days were warm and inviting, and the lake was more than comfortable for swimming; and shit, we boys could swim. We spent hours and hours everyday, jumping off the dock, swimming out the twenty yards or so, to where Grampa had a platform dock anchored; playing, or even swimming clear across the lake.
There was also a rope swing near the bank, which was well used. And then of course we also had the canoe, and a bunch of inflatable inner tubes and such. Not all the colorful floatie toys the kids have today, but hey, if it floated it was cool...
There were quite a few times that we boys went skinny dipping as well. Usually down by the rope swing, out of sight of the cabin, and supposedly out of sight of our girl cousins Jen and Christie; who we are quite sure snuck peeks at us anyway.
Grampa Carl reminded us every summer, that the lake didn't really know you, until you'd swum naked in it. So each summer it didn't take long before one of us stripped off, wiggled our naked bums and then plunged into the water.
The other boys were always quick to follow. You were a big pussy if you didn't. Hmm? I guess that means that Cousin Ryan was a big pussy.... And yes, we called him that anyway...
But it was a hoot. It was my friend Kenny's first time up at the lake, so he was a bit leery about stripping off in front of all the other boys at first; but he and I had seen each other naked many times, so he quickly got over that.
I suppose he might have been shy at first because of all of us boys, he was the only one who wasn't circumcised. But like I said, he quickly got over it, especially since his foreskin would become a topic of discussion and examination some time later in the bunk house. Even Cousin Ryan seemed quite curious about it. Funny though, Ryan disappeared shortly after talking about it, likely with his dick in hand...
Anyway, that second day when Jac dared us, we boys all swam naked across the lake to the other side, which had trees along some of the bank, and an open area where we could crawl up and lay out in the tall grasses. The temperature was in the upper eighty's, and the summer breezes were warm; so much so that when you crawled up onto the bank, it took mere minutes before your naked skin was already dry.
At twelve, my Cousin Jac, and both Kenny and me were somewhere in the early stages of puberty. A fact that both younger cousins Danny and Marcus were quick to point out.
"You've got hairs down there." Danny remarked, as he sat in the grass alongside me.
"Yeah, so do Kenny and Jac." Marcus pointed out. "You guys cum yet?" He asked boldly. I looked at Marcus, a bit surprised he'd asked the question.
"What makes you think I even jerk off?" I questioned back.
"Ryan says all boys jerk off." Marcus replied knowledgably.
"Yeah well he should know..." I shot back jokingly. Everyone laughed at that, since Ryan hadn't joined us on our swim across the lake, (big surprise), so that gave us license to rag on him all we wanted. And we did...
"So do you Ian?" Jac asked doggedly.
"Do I what?" I questioned, knowing full well what we were still talking about.
"Come on, do you cum yet or not." he asked again with a reckless grin.
"Do you?" I fired back, answering the question with a question. Always the best way to get the attention off of you. But, it was a surprise to me when he actually answered.
"Yeah." he replied boldly. "Been squirting for a couple of months now..." Well I'll be damned. "So... Do you?" he persisted.
"Yeah," I finally admitted, "Both me and Kenny do." The other boys all looked from me, to Kenny, and back again.
"Wait, how do you know Kenny does?" Jac asked quickly, a smug little smile on his face. When you've accidently said too much, and put yourself in an awkward position, the best thing to do is just run with it like its no big deal.
"Because," I answered boldly, "Kenny and me jerk off together all the time, so what." There was a moment of surprised silence. I mean, the truth is, best friends do jerk off together all the time; it's just that no one ever admits to it...
"Cool..." Marcus nodded, as he fingered himself idly. And just like that, it seemed to be acceptable to do. Wouldn't this be big news for Cousin Ryan?
Anyway, the subject changed after that. We talked about all kinds of boy stuff while we lay in the grass, and jumped into the lake periodically to cool ourselves down. That is until we saw Christie and Jen paddling across the lake toward us in the canoe. We quickly jumped back into the water to hide our nakedness from them. But of course they already knew we were skinny dipping. Why do you think they paddled across in the first place...
Danny didn't care too much about Jen seeing him, she was his twin sister after all. But Christie was almost fourteen; she was Jac's older sister, and it was kind of embarrassing to think about her seeing us naked. So the five of us boys just kind of stood in chest deep water as the girls got close.
"Get out of here..." Jac called out to them as they approached.
"Why?" Christie smarted back.
"You know why." Jac told her. "You girls just came over to try and see naked boys, so beat it." he snorted.
"You don't have anything to look at anyway." Christie shot back defiantly... We boys all looked at each other, and smiled at the cutting remark, aimed at her brother.
"Oh yeah..." Jac fired back, "Show these guys your tits, sis... Speaking of not much to look at."
"Ewe....." Marcus snickered, "That one hurt."
"Shut up." Christie said resentfully, and then she and Jen turned the canoe around indignantly and paddled off away from us.
I felt kinda sorry for her actually. But hey, that's what siblings do at this age. After awhile, the five of us boys slowly swam back across the lake and crawled out on the muddy bank down from the cabin near the rope swing. That's where we had left our clothes when we had started.
We didn't get out immediately though. The muddy bank was always the perfect spot for a mud fight, and it wasn't long before we were all summarily coated in the thick grayish mud. In fact, we'd gang up on one another, and began rubbing it all over each others bodies, till we all looked like gray ghosts. The only bare spots were wide eyes, and grinning white teeth.
It was a hoot, and no one thought anything of it when you smeared mud on someone's ass, or even playfully over their dangling boy bits. We were boys, being boys after all, so a handful of gooey mud that suddenly groped your junk was almost to be expected. God we laughed so hard. This was so much fun...
Afterwards we'd plunge into the lake to rinse all the mud away, but there always seemed to be some mud left in your hair, or under an armpit, or way up the crack of your ass that was missed.
It was getting on toward dinner, so we gathered up our clothes, tucked them under our arms, and slinked naked up the short trail back to the bunk house. Quite a sight it would have been, to see five bare ass boys all trying to shower together under the large shower head.
"Did I get it all?" Kenny asked, as we inspected, and helped each other get all the mud off of ourselves, and I might add, out from a deep crevasse or two. Hey, I already told you, boys will be boys...
Grampa Carl always cooked up great meals for dinner up at the cabin, and we kids almost always ate outside on the deck. We boys wore nothing more than shorts and flip flops to dinner, except for Cousin Ryan, who was usually fully clothed. Wonder what he'd been up to all day while we were swimming? We'd find out later of course, and we'd tease him about it. But we'll come to that later.
After dinner, we just kinda hung around. Grampa had a net set up in the back yard for badminton, which everyone played. There was a horseshoe pit as well, that all our dad's seemed to enjoy. Hell, we even had 'Jarts'. Remember those? They were lawn darts.
That was back in the day when they were like steel spears with plastic feathers, that you could impale yourself on if you weren't paying attention. Years later they outlawed them, because too many kids (and drunk adults) got hurt. Nowadays they make them out of plastic, with a blunt weighted rubber tip... Where's the fun in that...
Anyway, there was a big firepit near the lake also, which Grampa always fired up, no matter how hot the day had been, or how warm the evening was. It was great though. Every night we'd roast marshmallows, or make S’mores. And many a great story, ghost or otherwise, was told around that campfire. It was a hoot, and one of those life long memories that I will always carry with me.
I'll never forget that summer when Cousin Ryan got one of his marshmallows flaming like a torch. He panicked and tried to shake it real hard to put the flame out. Can you guess? It was so melted that a hunk of it split off and flew onto his leg, sticking there like a molten branding iron, with him screaming like a girlish banshee.
We laugh about it now, (well, us boys laughed about it then as well) when Grampa Carl flung him into the lake to cool it off. Ryan looked like a drowned rat in the firelight, as he crept back up on shore with a bewildered look on his face. Shit that was so funny; and we still tease him about it to this very day...
That night, Jac and Kenny and me slept out in the bunk house. Ryan slept downstairs in the main house, whining about his 'mini' marshmallow wound; and Marcus and Danny took an upstairs loft that they liked to sleep in. We three got cozied up into the bunk house. It was still kinda hot out, so we were all stripped down to our tidy whiteys, just lying on top of our bunks.
We lay there talking till it was quite late, telling off colored jokes and laughing, even though we might have been too naive to understand some of them. Our talk worked it's way around to sex, and jerking off of course; and then, with some good natured, and suggestive dares, we took turns pulling down the front of our underwear, so we could inspect and count each other's pubes.
Jac took a real long and close look at Kenny's foreskin while he was at it, fascinated by the wrinkled clutch of skin. Kenny was my best friend, so I'd already inspected it closely (among other things) on many other occasions...
Shortly after that we shut off the light, and we all crawled into our own bunks, under a single cotton sheet. It was less than a minute before we heard a faint, steady creak coming from Jac's bunk, and it was quite easy to figure out what he was doing. Game on! If anyone was listening after that, they would have heard all three bunks creaking quietly, and perhaps the soft cooing moans of three pubescent boys taking care of some personal business...
The next day Grampa Carl drove us boys into town. We all rode loosely in the bed of his pick up truck. Yeah, that was back in the day when it was still okay to do shit like that. We rolled into the general store, and while Grampa filled the truck with gas, we all went inside to look at the candy, and comic books and stuff.
After he filled up with gas, Grampa Carl came in and bought us all some tasty root beer floats. Geeze, when you’re a kid on a hot summer day, is there anything better than a giant frosty mug filled with ice cream and root beer? He even conspired with us to buy a huge bag of balloons that we could use later as water balloons to throw at the girls, Christie and Jen. Well, to be honest, to throw at Cousin Ryan as well... Which we did...
Then it was back up to the cabin. After lunch, we spent some time lashing a bunch of inner tubes together, and then the five of us boys (minus cryin Ryan) crawled aboard and paddled way out into the lake. There were only a few other cabins out there back then, and they were down at the far end, so essentially the lake belonged to us.
We lounged out there on our rubber flotilla for a long while, sprawled out over the tubes, splashing each other frequently, and then trying to get everyone to stand up and balance on them all at the same time.
The 'dares' started to fly at one point. I dare you to do this, or, I dare you to do that... That's how we all ended up naked in the middle of the lake. Someone dared Danny to stand up on the tubes, pull his swimsuit down all the way to his ankles, and take a standing piss into the lake.
As soon as he did, we all rocked the tubes sending him flailing into the water, losing his swimsuit in the process; unfortunately they disappeared, likely sinking into the depths. He was kinda ticked at us at first, but my friend Kenny showed some empathy and pulled off his shorts in boylike solidarity.
Well shit... If two of us were compromised, it might as well be all of us. I whipped off my shorts, and Marcus and Jac were soon to follow. Again, what a sight it must have been. Five naked boys splayed out over our inner tubes way out in the middle of the lake.
The thing is, it's not like we discreetly paddled back across toward our cabin. Instead, we just played naked out there for another hour, splashing, and swimming around our rubber island. We even played 'king of the hill,' pushing one another off, trying to be the lone naked occupant of the tubes. It was a hoot...
Eventually we worked our way back toward shore. The girls were out in the back yard, so we paddled down to where the rope swing dangled from a tree branch above the water. So, the easy thing to do, would have been for one of us to put our shorts back on, then walk up to the cabin and grab another pair of shorts for Danny to wear.
But again, where's the boylike fun and adventure in that? Instead, we all remained stark naked, and crept stealthily up the trail around to the back side of the bunkhouse. We could hear the girls, chatting it up in the back yard, and unfortunately the door to the bunkhouse faced them.
Let me tell you something about boys. We may mess around, argue, play pranks on one another, even try to embarrass one another. But, when there's fun and adventure to be had against the girls; we stick together.
We all kind of looked at each other, smiled conspiratorially, and in one hollering naked mass we ran around the bunkhouse and charged through the door, slamming it shut behind us. Looking out the window, we saw the two girls wide eyed and staring disbelievingly at the bunkhouse.
We boys were all inside cracking up, and Marcus actually hopped up on one of the bunks and pushed his bare ass up against the window, mooning the still gawking girls. What have I told you? Boys will be boys; and in seconds there were five bare boy asses crowded together in the window frame, wiggling defiantly at the girls.
They were embarrassed, but laughing by that point, and we boys all rolled about in the bunkhouse, laughing hysterically at our very boyish antics. The girls headed into the lake house and apparently ratted us out to the adults; but that's okay, even they got a good laugh about it.
Later that night when we were all out by the firepit, we all cracked up again when Grampa Carl looked up into the night sky and casually commented, "Looks like a full moon tonight, eh boys..."
So, well after ten thirty, and the roasted marshmallows were all consumed, the five of us boys all went into the bunkhouse, just to hang out together. We did ask Cousin Ryan to join us, but, by that time he likely had only one thing on his mind; maybe a late shower, and his fifth jerk off session of the day. Or so we figured...
The rest of us all hunkered down out in the bunkhouse. It was another warm night, so we'd all stripped down to our undies again. Back then everyone wore tightie whiteys, no one wore those stupid boxers; and briefs really only came in one color.
We lay around on the bunks playing one board game or another, until someone noticed that most of the lights were out up in the main house, except for the daylight basement, where we knew Cousin Ryan would be sleeping. Danny got the idea for us to sneak out and spy on him.
With all the stealth, or lack thereof, that five boys can muster we snuck out, still wearing nothing but our bright white cotton briefs, and we crept up toward the main cabin. We had intended to scare the shit out of Ryan; but what we saw made us change plans. There was an inch wide gap on each side of the louvered curtains, and sneaking up quietly, we all peeked into the downstairs rec-room.
Holy-fucking-shit... Cousin Ryan was lying there on the fold out bed, wearing only his underpants, which were pulled down below his knees; our horny thirteen year old cousin was jacking off with his right hand, and holding a Playboy magazine in the other.
We were almost dumbfounded. Trying desperately to stifle our giggles we all continued to watch the incriminating spectacle. It's weird when you catch someone wanking themselves like that. It's like a train wreck. You want to look away, but, it's weirdly riveting in some ways as well.
Kenny and I glanced at each other and grinned. Kenny hung his tongue out of his mouth and made jerk off motions with his fist, doing a rough impersonation of Cousin Ryan; which nearly made me laugh out loud.
I looked over at Danny, and noticed that he was staring intently through the window, and he had his hand down on the front of his briefs, fingering himself. I was about to point this out to the others, but was suddenly aware that I had bit of an insistent bulge in my own underwear as well. Something about being in puberty, and seeing anything remotely sexual... It just gets to you.
"Oh man..." Jac breathed. "He's really going at it, isn't he?"
"No doubt." Marcus whispered back with a laugh.
"Look at his face," Kenny said, "Looks like he's about to explode." We all watched as Ryan's legs twitched wildly, and suddenly he scrunched his eyes real tight, dropped the magazine and fired several shots of boy goo across his belly.
"Whoa..." Danny muttered too loudly. Suddenly Ryan cast a quick, guilty look over toward the window. He couldn't see us of course, because it was too dark outside, but we all panicked and bolted headlong back toward the bunkhouse.
Spilling onto the bunks, we lay there breathing heavy from our wild escape back to the safety of our bunkhouse. We were all kind of giggling about what we'd just seen, but more than one of us was lying there with a boner, barely hidden beneath our undershorts.
"So... That was like, jizz he shot out, huh?" Danny muttered suddenly, and we all looked at him.
"Well duh..." Jac quipped.
"Well shit, I don't know." Danny defended, “I never saw it before..." He was obviously embarrassed that he hadn't known for sure. The thing is, like I said before, this was before the internet and stuff. Nowadays every kid with curiosity can look that stuff up in a heartbeat. But back then, everything was just talk. And most of that was from other kids our own age who didn't know any more than we did...
"That's okay, it’s cool Danny." I said, coming to his defense.
"Yeah," Kenny said supportively, "I didn't know what it looked like either, till the first time I could squirt. Of course, when boys start talking about stuff like this, it's like turning on the curiosity switch. Suddenly, there were five boys, and five hard-ons in that bunkhouse.
"So, you guys really can squirt then?" Danny wondered, his curiosity peaked.
"We told you the other day that we could." Jac remarked. We all lay there with our own thoughts for a moment. The boylike game of 'show me' quickly came into play, and since we'd already seen each other naked a number of times, it wasn't really a surprise when Marcus pulled his undies down in front, letting his penis bounce up stiffly onto his bare pubic mound.
We all giggled. That tempting feeling of naughtiness was beginning to course through us all now. Danny, the other eleven year old was quick to offer up as well. He pulled his underwear down and wiggled his three inch, hard boy spike teasingly.
"Come on, show us..." Marcus requested, looking at Kenny and me, then at Jac.
"Yeah, please..." Danny added quickly; he was totally fingering himself now, his dick pointing strait up toward the roof. Kenny and I looked at each other. Hell, we couldn't be outdone by eleven-year-olds. Both of us slipped our underwear down, revealing our own rigid horns.
"Whoa..." Danny breathed, looking at Kenny's four and a half inch boy spike with its snug jacket of foreskin. "That looks so cool..." And it did. He wasn't real thick, but his dick looked awesome sheathed in skin like that.
Close inspection followed as we all sat closely on the one bunk; and by request, Kenny peeled his foreskin back revealing his purple knob. "Oh man..." Danny offered again. Mine got a good looking at as well, and even though Kenny and I were about the same size, his foreskin stole the show. I had a few more pubes than he did, so that kind of evened things out a bit in the eyes of the other boys.
Jac was the last one to show. His dick was slightly shorter than ours, but his balls hung more loosely. So all in all, we three twelve-year-olds all had something to offer for our make shift 'show and tell'.
Danny had been fingering himself throughout, and he was the one who suggested we all jerk off. He wanted to see someone cum. It felt really awkward though. I mean, even though we had all really bonded over the last few days, it's kinda hard to feel comfortable jerking off in front of four other boys.
I'd done it many times with Kenny; truth be told we'd done a lot more than that; but in front of that many others, it just felt a little too public. Marcus on the other hand, had no trouble at all. He lay back and started whacking away. He and Danny had jerked off together many times as well, so Danny quickly joined right in.
Jac though, for all his boldness, seemed to be a bit too shy, and he climbed back up to his own bunk, and crawled under the covers. I had to smile at Kenny, because within moments we heard Jac's bunk start to creak rhythmically; he was going at it anyway.
With the attention dialed back a bit, Kenny scooted over next to me on one of the lower bunks, and caught up in the sights and sounds of the other boys spanking their monkeys, we quietly joined in.
Wonder what that might have sounded like from outside the bunkhouse. Small grunts and cooing, with a few more audible moans thrown in for good measure... It went on for several minutes, and then a very distinctive, low toned, throaty groan came from Jac's bunk; and suddenly his bed stopped creaking...
The two younger boys were still beating away, panting, poking their tongues out and rolling their eyes contentedly; I noticed Danny's hand was resting on Marcus' thigh. Hmm, I wondered if perhaps they had done more with each other as well...
Anyway, Kenny was almost there. I could tell from experience with him, and by his motions that he was getting close. I reached out my bare toe, and poked Danny on his leg to get his attention. He looked over, and I nodded my head at Kenny.
Danny quickly stopped his own ministrations and sat up, scooting over to our bunk to watch Kenny more closely. Marcus joined him, and within seconds their eyes went wide with excitement. Kenny groaned, his toes pushed out against my foot, and his hips rose slightly.
We all saw his purple knob swell, and then several wonderful milky spurts of boy spunk squirted out of his penis. The younger boys were amazed by it; even Jac was looking over the side of his bunk, watching intently.
"Ohhhh man..." Danny muttered in wide eyed awe. Seeing Kenny spew always put me over the edge as well, and with a loud moan I joined the cum party; squirting my wet seed up onto my own belly. Funny thing, it was kind of hot, having the other boys watch you like that...
The younger boys checked us out closely, even sticking their fingers into the sticky mess on our tummies, just to see what it felt like. "That's sooo fuckin' cool..." Danny breathed again, as he fingered our cum.
When I think back on it, it was pretty cool really. A group of boys all jerking their gherkins together; I mean what other time besides early adolescence could you possibly do that?
We all just lay there, our shorts still pulled down, or off completely. It was kinda hot inside the bunkhouse, so I think we were all sweating pretty good. I'm not sure what everyone else was thinking about, but I was thinking about Kenny, and one of the times we'd given each other blow jobs. Now that was cool...
After a few minutes, we all kind of mutually decided to take a cooling dip in the lake. Whoever hadn't done it already, now slipped their underwear off, and the five of us crept quietly out into the moonlit darkness. We padded naked down to the edge of the water, and slipped in, swimming out to the floating platform some twenty yards out.
This again is one of those memories that is as vivid today as it was back then. Five naked boys, sitting or lying out on a ten by ten wooden platform, floating in the darkened lake, with everything shimmering quietly in the pale moonlight.
We spent half an hour out there whispering quietly amongst ourselves, and then Jac and Marcus decided they'd had enough, and swam back to shore. Danny hung out on the dock with Kenny and I for another twenty minutes or so; till we finally swam back to shore. We shook water off like puppies as we crawled out, and padded back to the bunkhouse.
Jac was already asleep in the upper bunk; Marcus raised his head up to look when we came in, but he rolled over and went back to sleep. There was only one towel out there, so the three of us shared it to dry off with, and then we crawled into the two remaining bunks. The one by the window was a little bigger, so Kenny and I crawled into that one.
Though Jac had slipped back into his underwear, none of the rest of us bothered to sort them out. We were tired, so we all just slept in the buff; and it was kinda nice and cozy when Kenny and I settled in together that way.
It wasn't the first time that Kenny and I had slept in the same bed, nor the last... In fact, we did it all the time; oft times naked, and oft times exploring the joys of each other's puberty. It didn't take long for any of us to fall asleep that night, it rarely does when you're a kid. You don't have too much to worry about, so sleep comes easily; and it's especially nice when you have your best friend to snuggle up to.
Shit, that week, that summer was one of the best memories of my childhood. We cousins bonded closer than ever before. Well, except for Cousin Ryan of course. That was the year he was 'too good' for the rest of us. Though he did seem a little more friendly after the night we caught him jerking off.
Mainly because anytime he bothered us after that, we'd just stick out our tongues and pump our fists in the air... That would pretty much send him away, and send the rest of us into genuine fits of laughter.
~~AFTERWORD~~
Time passes, and eventually all kids grow up; save for Peter Pan of course. Our families continued to go out to Grampa's cabin every summer after that, and we always had the best times out there.
And though people change, most everything out there at the lake seemed to stay the same. Even today, all grown up, the lake house is still one of my favorite places to go. Grampa Carl passed away a few years ago, but he left the lake house to all of his kids; so we can all still enjoy what a special place it is.
I still take my own kids out there every summer, along with my cousins and all their kids. There's always a slew if pubescent kids running around that place during that week. We still have a roaring bon fire by the lake every night. We still roast marshmallows, and make S’mores. We still tell stories late into the evening; quite a few of them centered around Cousin Ryan.
The bunkhouse now has six bunks in it; and the boys still shower outside when they come up from the lake, but rarely in the nude. And one of my favorite things to do, each summer is to remind the boys, just like Grampa Carl did; that the lake doesn't really know you, until you've swum naked in it......
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The End
Hope you are enjoying this coming of age tale. It is a Boy's duty, to explore, experiment, and enjoy with curious wonder, this precious time of adolescent change. Where every experience is new, and nothing is off the table. Enjoy it boys....
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Comments are always welcome at new email; ( [email protected] ) I really appreciate your reading my stories, and offering up your comments... I truly hope that you continue to enjoy them, and just maybe, find something of your own similar boyhood memories mixed into it as well... Childhood was a wonderfully innocent time, wasn't it...........
There are defining moments in our lives, that for most, will live on in our memories long after childhood has left us. This is one such account, from those happy moments of youth; and by the way, this is a true story. Though some of the dialog is, as remembered. Please enjoy...
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Do you remember way back when you were twelve? I do. Like it was yesterday in fact. The summer of my twelfth year. It was an amazing time really, one filled with all the innocence and curious wonder of youth; oh, and puberty. Don't forget the onset of puberty.
It was before the internet proliferated our lives. The year doesn't really matter, suffice to say it was back before kids, and childhood became so damn complicated; or more accurately, confusing...
Summer was upon us. God what a dream that was. Late in the month of June, sitting and watching the clock on the last day of school before summer vacation. Waiting for that damn bell to ring and set us all free from this institutional cage... Three glorious months of freedom to look forward to.
My name is Ian by the way, and I must have looked at that damn clock a hundred times, like every other kid in the classroom. Well, except for Rhonda Malone. She loved school; wanted to spend every minute there in fact. What a dork! I think she grew up to be a Bank Manager or something. Eeeewww...
Tick... Tick... Tick... Van Halen's song was right, "I think the clock is sloooooow." And just when we couldn't take it anymore, that previously annoying bell was singing like a songbird. "No more teachers, no more books... No more teachers’ dirty looks..."
I was free. Jr. High School was out for the summer, and already a memory. I raced home, and my shoes were off before I passed through the front door. My socks and shirt were quick to follow. For three months I barley even remember a time when I had my shoes on. And certainly it was nothing but shorts, cut-offs, or bathing suits the rest of the summer... I wore a tank top once in awhile when my mom insisted, but for me, the closer to being naked I was, the better I liked it.
I'd waited all school year for this; we were heading up to the lake house. My Grampa Carl had a big cabin up there, and every summer the families, and all the cousins converged there for a week long family reunion. It was fuckin' awesome. Since I was the only kid in my immediate family, I was able to bring my best friend Kenny to come along with us.
Between the three families, there was a hoard of like eight kids up there. Me and my friend Kenny were both twelve, my cousin Jac was twelve also. Cousins Danny and Marcus were both eleven, and of course there was Ryan, he was like thirteen, and apparently too mature to hang out with the rest of us.
Too mature meant that he had hit puberty last year, and his time was occupied by jerking off whenever he thought he could get away with it. Then of course there was Jen and Christie, but they were our girl cousins, so they didn't really count in our book.
The week was always a mish mash of carefree fun. We boys usually bunked in two rooms, or, one when we stayed up late, and ended up falling asleep in a jumbled pile in one of the rooms. Well, Ryan preferred to be by himself of course, masturbation takes a lot of concentration you know...
The cabin was huge. It was two stories and had a daylight basement. There were four bedrooms; another if you counted the 'rec-room' in the basement. And there was what Grampa Carl called the 'bunk house'. It was a separate structure that used to be a large storage area, before Grampa converted it. Now there were four bunks out there, and a large couch. Even a separate toilet in a tiny room at one end.
As for a shower... Well, Grampa had an outdoor shower at the far end of the bunk house. That one was for us boys to use, since we were coming and going in and out of the lake all day long. It was cold water only, but that's okay. Summers were always warm, and the water wasn't all that bad.
We boys all showered naked for the most part. It was mostly out of sight of the main lake house, and hell, back then boys didn't really care. Not like today with everyone being so prudish, and shy about being seen in the buff.
Of course Cousin Ryan didn't shower with us. He said he didn't want to shower with us kids; but, maybe that's because he had a hard on most of the time, and didn't want us to tease him about it... We did anyway...
The summer days were warm and inviting, and the lake was more than comfortable for swimming; and shit, we boys could swim. We spent hours and hours everyday, jumping off the dock, swimming out the twenty yards or so, to where Grampa had a platform dock anchored; playing, or even swimming clear across the lake.
There was also a rope swing near the bank, which was well used. And then of course we also had the canoe, and a bunch of inflatable inner tubes and such. Not all the colorful floatie toys the kids have today, but hey, if it floated it was cool...
There were quite a few times that we boys went skinny dipping as well. Usually down by the rope swing, out of sight of the cabin, and supposedly out of sight of our girl cousins Jen and Christie; who we are quite sure snuck peeks at us anyway.
Grampa Carl reminded us every summer, that the lake didn't really know you, until you'd swum naked in it. So each summer it didn't take long before one of us stripped off, wiggled our naked bums and then plunged into the water.
The other boys were always quick to follow. You were a big pussy if you didn't. Hmm? I guess that means that Cousin Ryan was a big pussy.... And yes, we called him that anyway...
But it was a hoot. It was my friend Kenny's first time up at the lake, so he was a bit leery about stripping off in front of all the other boys at first; but he and I had seen each other naked many times, so he quickly got over that.
I suppose he might have been shy at first because of all of us boys, he was the only one who wasn't circumcised. But like I said, he quickly got over it, especially since his foreskin would become a topic of discussion and examination some time later in the bunk house. Even Cousin Ryan seemed quite curious about it. Funny though, Ryan disappeared shortly after talking about it, likely with his dick in hand...
Anyway, that second day when Jac dared us, we boys all swam naked across the lake to the other side, which had trees along some of the bank, and an open area where we could crawl up and lay out in the tall grasses. The temperature was in the upper eighty's, and the summer breezes were warm; so much so that when you crawled up onto the bank, it took mere minutes before your naked skin was already dry.
At twelve, my Cousin Jac, and both Kenny and me were somewhere in the early stages of puberty. A fact that both younger cousins Danny and Marcus were quick to point out.
"You've got hairs down there." Danny remarked, as he sat in the grass alongside me.
"Yeah, so do Kenny and Jac." Marcus pointed out. "You guys cum yet?" He asked boldly. I looked at Marcus, a bit surprised he'd asked the question.
"What makes you think I even jerk off?" I questioned back.
"Ryan says all boys jerk off." Marcus replied knowledgably.
"Yeah well he should know..." I shot back jokingly. Everyone laughed at that, since Ryan hadn't joined us on our swim across the lake, (big surprise), so that gave us license to rag on him all we wanted. And we did...
"So do you Ian?" Jac asked doggedly.
"Do I what?" I questioned, knowing full well what we were still talking about.
"Come on, do you cum yet or not." he asked again with a reckless grin.
"Do you?" I fired back, answering the question with a question. Always the best way to get the attention off of you. But, it was a surprise to me when he actually answered.
"Yeah." he replied boldly. "Been squirting for a couple of months now..." Well I'll be damned. "So... Do you?" he persisted.
"Yeah," I finally admitted, "Both me and Kenny do." The other boys all looked from me, to Kenny, and back again.
"Wait, how do you know Kenny does?" Jac asked quickly, a smug little smile on his face. When you've accidently said too much, and put yourself in an awkward position, the best thing to do is just run with it like its no big deal.
"Because," I answered boldly, "Kenny and me jerk off together all the time, so what." There was a moment of surprised silence. I mean, the truth is, best friends do jerk off together all the time; it's just that no one ever admits to it...
"Cool..." Marcus nodded, as he fingered himself idly. And just like that, it seemed to be acceptable to do. Wouldn't this be big news for Cousin Ryan?
Anyway, the subject changed after that. We talked about all kinds of boy stuff while we lay in the grass, and jumped into the lake periodically to cool ourselves down. That is until we saw Christie and Jen paddling across the lake toward us in the canoe. We quickly jumped back into the water to hide our nakedness from them. But of course they already knew we were skinny dipping. Why do you think they paddled across in the first place...
Danny didn't care too much about Jen seeing him, she was his twin sister after all. But Christie was almost fourteen; she was Jac's older sister, and it was kind of embarrassing to think about her seeing us naked. So the five of us boys just kind of stood in chest deep water as the girls got close.
"Get out of here..." Jac called out to them as they approached.
"Why?" Christie smarted back.
"You know why." Jac told her. "You girls just came over to try and see naked boys, so beat it." he snorted.
"You don't have anything to look at anyway." Christie shot back defiantly... We boys all looked at each other, and smiled at the cutting remark, aimed at her brother.
"Oh yeah..." Jac fired back, "Show these guys your tits, sis... Speaking of not much to look at."
"Ewe....." Marcus snickered, "That one hurt."
"Shut up." Christie said resentfully, and then she and Jen turned the canoe around indignantly and paddled off away from us.
I felt kinda sorry for her actually. But hey, that's what siblings do at this age. After awhile, the five of us boys slowly swam back across the lake and crawled out on the muddy bank down from the cabin near the rope swing. That's where we had left our clothes when we had started.
We didn't get out immediately though. The muddy bank was always the perfect spot for a mud fight, and it wasn't long before we were all summarily coated in the thick grayish mud. In fact, we'd gang up on one another, and began rubbing it all over each others bodies, till we all looked like gray ghosts. The only bare spots were wide eyes, and grinning white teeth.
It was a hoot, and no one thought anything of it when you smeared mud on someone's ass, or even playfully over their dangling boy bits. We were boys, being boys after all, so a handful of gooey mud that suddenly groped your junk was almost to be expected. God we laughed so hard. This was so much fun...
Afterwards we'd plunge into the lake to rinse all the mud away, but there always seemed to be some mud left in your hair, or under an armpit, or way up the crack of your ass that was missed.
It was getting on toward dinner, so we gathered up our clothes, tucked them under our arms, and slinked naked up the short trail back to the bunk house. Quite a sight it would have been, to see five bare ass boys all trying to shower together under the large shower head.
"Did I get it all?" Kenny asked, as we inspected, and helped each other get all the mud off of ourselves, and I might add, out from a deep crevasse or two. Hey, I already told you, boys will be boys...
Grampa Carl always cooked up great meals for dinner up at the cabin, and we kids almost always ate outside on the deck. We boys wore nothing more than shorts and flip flops to dinner, except for Cousin Ryan, who was usually fully clothed. Wonder what he'd been up to all day while we were swimming? We'd find out later of course, and we'd tease him about it. But we'll come to that later.
After dinner, we just kinda hung around. Grampa had a net set up in the back yard for badminton, which everyone played. There was a horseshoe pit as well, that all our dad's seemed to enjoy. Hell, we even had 'Jarts'. Remember those? They were lawn darts.
That was back in the day when they were like steel spears with plastic feathers, that you could impale yourself on if you weren't paying attention. Years later they outlawed them, because too many kids (and drunk adults) got hurt. Nowadays they make them out of plastic, with a blunt weighted rubber tip... Where's the fun in that...
Anyway, there was a big firepit near the lake also, which Grampa always fired up, no matter how hot the day had been, or how warm the evening was. It was great though. Every night we'd roast marshmallows, or make S’mores. And many a great story, ghost or otherwise, was told around that campfire. It was a hoot, and one of those life long memories that I will always carry with me.
I'll never forget that summer when Cousin Ryan got one of his marshmallows flaming like a torch. He panicked and tried to shake it real hard to put the flame out. Can you guess? It was so melted that a hunk of it split off and flew onto his leg, sticking there like a molten branding iron, with him screaming like a girlish banshee.
We laugh about it now, (well, us boys laughed about it then as well) when Grampa Carl flung him into the lake to cool it off. Ryan looked like a drowned rat in the firelight, as he crept back up on shore with a bewildered look on his face. Shit that was so funny; and we still tease him about it to this very day...
That night, Jac and Kenny and me slept out in the bunk house. Ryan slept downstairs in the main house, whining about his 'mini' marshmallow wound; and Marcus and Danny took an upstairs loft that they liked to sleep in. We three got cozied up into the bunk house. It was still kinda hot out, so we were all stripped down to our tidy whiteys, just lying on top of our bunks.
We lay there talking till it was quite late, telling off colored jokes and laughing, even though we might have been too naive to understand some of them. Our talk worked it's way around to sex, and jerking off of course; and then, with some good natured, and suggestive dares, we took turns pulling down the front of our underwear, so we could inspect and count each other's pubes.
Jac took a real long and close look at Kenny's foreskin while he was at it, fascinated by the wrinkled clutch of skin. Kenny was my best friend, so I'd already inspected it closely (among other things) on many other occasions...
Shortly after that we shut off the light, and we all crawled into our own bunks, under a single cotton sheet. It was less than a minute before we heard a faint, steady creak coming from Jac's bunk, and it was quite easy to figure out what he was doing. Game on! If anyone was listening after that, they would have heard all three bunks creaking quietly, and perhaps the soft cooing moans of three pubescent boys taking care of some personal business...
The next day Grampa Carl drove us boys into town. We all rode loosely in the bed of his pick up truck. Yeah, that was back in the day when it was still okay to do shit like that. We rolled into the general store, and while Grampa filled the truck with gas, we all went inside to look at the candy, and comic books and stuff.
After he filled up with gas, Grampa Carl came in and bought us all some tasty root beer floats. Geeze, when you’re a kid on a hot summer day, is there anything better than a giant frosty mug filled with ice cream and root beer? He even conspired with us to buy a huge bag of balloons that we could use later as water balloons to throw at the girls, Christie and Jen. Well, to be honest, to throw at Cousin Ryan as well... Which we did...
Then it was back up to the cabin. After lunch, we spent some time lashing a bunch of inner tubes together, and then the five of us boys (minus cryin Ryan) crawled aboard and paddled way out into the lake. There were only a few other cabins out there back then, and they were down at the far end, so essentially the lake belonged to us.
We lounged out there on our rubber flotilla for a long while, sprawled out over the tubes, splashing each other frequently, and then trying to get everyone to stand up and balance on them all at the same time.
The 'dares' started to fly at one point. I dare you to do this, or, I dare you to do that... That's how we all ended up naked in the middle of the lake. Someone dared Danny to stand up on the tubes, pull his swimsuit down all the way to his ankles, and take a standing piss into the lake.
As soon as he did, we all rocked the tubes sending him flailing into the water, losing his swimsuit in the process; unfortunately they disappeared, likely sinking into the depths. He was kinda ticked at us at first, but my friend Kenny showed some empathy and pulled off his shorts in boylike solidarity.
Well shit... If two of us were compromised, it might as well be all of us. I whipped off my shorts, and Marcus and Jac were soon to follow. Again, what a sight it must have been. Five naked boys splayed out over our inner tubes way out in the middle of the lake.
The thing is, it's not like we discreetly paddled back across toward our cabin. Instead, we just played naked out there for another hour, splashing, and swimming around our rubber island. We even played 'king of the hill,' pushing one another off, trying to be the lone naked occupant of the tubes. It was a hoot...
Eventually we worked our way back toward shore. The girls were out in the back yard, so we paddled down to where the rope swing dangled from a tree branch above the water. So, the easy thing to do, would have been for one of us to put our shorts back on, then walk up to the cabin and grab another pair of shorts for Danny to wear.
But again, where's the boylike fun and adventure in that? Instead, we all remained stark naked, and crept stealthily up the trail around to the back side of the bunkhouse. We could hear the girls, chatting it up in the back yard, and unfortunately the door to the bunkhouse faced them.
Let me tell you something about boys. We may mess around, argue, play pranks on one another, even try to embarrass one another. But, when there's fun and adventure to be had against the girls; we stick together.
We all kind of looked at each other, smiled conspiratorially, and in one hollering naked mass we ran around the bunkhouse and charged through the door, slamming it shut behind us. Looking out the window, we saw the two girls wide eyed and staring disbelievingly at the bunkhouse.
We boys were all inside cracking up, and Marcus actually hopped up on one of the bunks and pushed his bare ass up against the window, mooning the still gawking girls. What have I told you? Boys will be boys; and in seconds there were five bare boy asses crowded together in the window frame, wiggling defiantly at the girls.
They were embarrassed, but laughing by that point, and we boys all rolled about in the bunkhouse, laughing hysterically at our very boyish antics. The girls headed into the lake house and apparently ratted us out to the adults; but that's okay, even they got a good laugh about it.
Later that night when we were all out by the firepit, we all cracked up again when Grampa Carl looked up into the night sky and casually commented, "Looks like a full moon tonight, eh boys..."
So, well after ten thirty, and the roasted marshmallows were all consumed, the five of us boys all went into the bunkhouse, just to hang out together. We did ask Cousin Ryan to join us, but, by that time he likely had only one thing on his mind; maybe a late shower, and his fifth jerk off session of the day. Or so we figured...
The rest of us all hunkered down out in the bunkhouse. It was another warm night, so we'd all stripped down to our undies again. Back then everyone wore tightie whiteys, no one wore those stupid boxers; and briefs really only came in one color.
We lay around on the bunks playing one board game or another, until someone noticed that most of the lights were out up in the main house, except for the daylight basement, where we knew Cousin Ryan would be sleeping. Danny got the idea for us to sneak out and spy on him.
With all the stealth, or lack thereof, that five boys can muster we snuck out, still wearing nothing but our bright white cotton briefs, and we crept up toward the main cabin. We had intended to scare the shit out of Ryan; but what we saw made us change plans. There was an inch wide gap on each side of the louvered curtains, and sneaking up quietly, we all peeked into the downstairs rec-room.
Holy-fucking-shit... Cousin Ryan was lying there on the fold out bed, wearing only his underpants, which were pulled down below his knees; our horny thirteen year old cousin was jacking off with his right hand, and holding a Playboy magazine in the other.
We were almost dumbfounded. Trying desperately to stifle our giggles we all continued to watch the incriminating spectacle. It's weird when you catch someone wanking themselves like that. It's like a train wreck. You want to look away, but, it's weirdly riveting in some ways as well.
Kenny and I glanced at each other and grinned. Kenny hung his tongue out of his mouth and made jerk off motions with his fist, doing a rough impersonation of Cousin Ryan; which nearly made me laugh out loud.
I looked over at Danny, and noticed that he was staring intently through the window, and he had his hand down on the front of his briefs, fingering himself. I was about to point this out to the others, but was suddenly aware that I had bit of an insistent bulge in my own underwear as well. Something about being in puberty, and seeing anything remotely sexual... It just gets to you.
"Oh man..." Jac breathed. "He's really going at it, isn't he?"
"No doubt." Marcus whispered back with a laugh.
"Look at his face," Kenny said, "Looks like he's about to explode." We all watched as Ryan's legs twitched wildly, and suddenly he scrunched his eyes real tight, dropped the magazine and fired several shots of boy goo across his belly.
"Whoa..." Danny muttered too loudly. Suddenly Ryan cast a quick, guilty look over toward the window. He couldn't see us of course, because it was too dark outside, but we all panicked and bolted headlong back toward the bunkhouse.
Spilling onto the bunks, we lay there breathing heavy from our wild escape back to the safety of our bunkhouse. We were all kind of giggling about what we'd just seen, but more than one of us was lying there with a boner, barely hidden beneath our undershorts.
"So... That was like, jizz he shot out, huh?" Danny muttered suddenly, and we all looked at him.
"Well duh..." Jac quipped.
"Well shit, I don't know." Danny defended, “I never saw it before..." He was obviously embarrassed that he hadn't known for sure. The thing is, like I said before, this was before the internet and stuff. Nowadays every kid with curiosity can look that stuff up in a heartbeat. But back then, everything was just talk. And most of that was from other kids our own age who didn't know any more than we did...
"That's okay, it’s cool Danny." I said, coming to his defense.
"Yeah," Kenny said supportively, "I didn't know what it looked like either, till the first time I could squirt. Of course, when boys start talking about stuff like this, it's like turning on the curiosity switch. Suddenly, there were five boys, and five hard-ons in that bunkhouse.
"So, you guys really can squirt then?" Danny wondered, his curiosity peaked.
"We told you the other day that we could." Jac remarked. We all lay there with our own thoughts for a moment. The boylike game of 'show me' quickly came into play, and since we'd already seen each other naked a number of times, it wasn't really a surprise when Marcus pulled his undies down in front, letting his penis bounce up stiffly onto his bare pubic mound.
We all giggled. That tempting feeling of naughtiness was beginning to course through us all now. Danny, the other eleven year old was quick to offer up as well. He pulled his underwear down and wiggled his three inch, hard boy spike teasingly.
"Come on, show us..." Marcus requested, looking at Kenny and me, then at Jac.
"Yeah, please..." Danny added quickly; he was totally fingering himself now, his dick pointing strait up toward the roof. Kenny and I looked at each other. Hell, we couldn't be outdone by eleven-year-olds. Both of us slipped our underwear down, revealing our own rigid horns.
"Whoa..." Danny breathed, looking at Kenny's four and a half inch boy spike with its snug jacket of foreskin. "That looks so cool..." And it did. He wasn't real thick, but his dick looked awesome sheathed in skin like that.
Close inspection followed as we all sat closely on the one bunk; and by request, Kenny peeled his foreskin back revealing his purple knob. "Oh man..." Danny offered again. Mine got a good looking at as well, and even though Kenny and I were about the same size, his foreskin stole the show. I had a few more pubes than he did, so that kind of evened things out a bit in the eyes of the other boys.
Jac was the last one to show. His dick was slightly shorter than ours, but his balls hung more loosely. So all in all, we three twelve-year-olds all had something to offer for our make shift 'show and tell'.
Danny had been fingering himself throughout, and he was the one who suggested we all jerk off. He wanted to see someone cum. It felt really awkward though. I mean, even though we had all really bonded over the last few days, it's kinda hard to feel comfortable jerking off in front of four other boys.
I'd done it many times with Kenny; truth be told we'd done a lot more than that; but in front of that many others, it just felt a little too public. Marcus on the other hand, had no trouble at all. He lay back and started whacking away. He and Danny had jerked off together many times as well, so Danny quickly joined right in.
Jac though, for all his boldness, seemed to be a bit too shy, and he climbed back up to his own bunk, and crawled under the covers. I had to smile at Kenny, because within moments we heard Jac's bunk start to creak rhythmically; he was going at it anyway.
With the attention dialed back a bit, Kenny scooted over next to me on one of the lower bunks, and caught up in the sights and sounds of the other boys spanking their monkeys, we quietly joined in.
Wonder what that might have sounded like from outside the bunkhouse. Small grunts and cooing, with a few more audible moans thrown in for good measure... It went on for several minutes, and then a very distinctive, low toned, throaty groan came from Jac's bunk; and suddenly his bed stopped creaking...
The two younger boys were still beating away, panting, poking their tongues out and rolling their eyes contentedly; I noticed Danny's hand was resting on Marcus' thigh. Hmm, I wondered if perhaps they had done more with each other as well...
Anyway, Kenny was almost there. I could tell from experience with him, and by his motions that he was getting close. I reached out my bare toe, and poked Danny on his leg to get his attention. He looked over, and I nodded my head at Kenny.
Danny quickly stopped his own ministrations and sat up, scooting over to our bunk to watch Kenny more closely. Marcus joined him, and within seconds their eyes went wide with excitement. Kenny groaned, his toes pushed out against my foot, and his hips rose slightly.
We all saw his purple knob swell, and then several wonderful milky spurts of boy spunk squirted out of his penis. The younger boys were amazed by it; even Jac was looking over the side of his bunk, watching intently.
"Ohhhh man..." Danny muttered in wide eyed awe. Seeing Kenny spew always put me over the edge as well, and with a loud moan I joined the cum party; squirting my wet seed up onto my own belly. Funny thing, it was kind of hot, having the other boys watch you like that...
The younger boys checked us out closely, even sticking their fingers into the sticky mess on our tummies, just to see what it felt like. "That's sooo fuckin' cool..." Danny breathed again, as he fingered our cum.
When I think back on it, it was pretty cool really. A group of boys all jerking their gherkins together; I mean what other time besides early adolescence could you possibly do that?
We all just lay there, our shorts still pulled down, or off completely. It was kinda hot inside the bunkhouse, so I think we were all sweating pretty good. I'm not sure what everyone else was thinking about, but I was thinking about Kenny, and one of the times we'd given each other blow jobs. Now that was cool...
After a few minutes, we all kind of mutually decided to take a cooling dip in the lake. Whoever hadn't done it already, now slipped their underwear off, and the five of us crept quietly out into the moonlit darkness. We padded naked down to the edge of the water, and slipped in, swimming out to the floating platform some twenty yards out.
This again is one of those memories that is as vivid today as it was back then. Five naked boys, sitting or lying out on a ten by ten wooden platform, floating in the darkened lake, with everything shimmering quietly in the pale moonlight.
We spent half an hour out there whispering quietly amongst ourselves, and then Jac and Marcus decided they'd had enough, and swam back to shore. Danny hung out on the dock with Kenny and I for another twenty minutes or so; till we finally swam back to shore. We shook water off like puppies as we crawled out, and padded back to the bunkhouse.
Jac was already asleep in the upper bunk; Marcus raised his head up to look when we came in, but he rolled over and went back to sleep. There was only one towel out there, so the three of us shared it to dry off with, and then we crawled into the two remaining bunks. The one by the window was a little bigger, so Kenny and I crawled into that one.
Though Jac had slipped back into his underwear, none of the rest of us bothered to sort them out. We were tired, so we all just slept in the buff; and it was kinda nice and cozy when Kenny and I settled in together that way.
It wasn't the first time that Kenny and I had slept in the same bed, nor the last... In fact, we did it all the time; oft times naked, and oft times exploring the joys of each other's puberty. It didn't take long for any of us to fall asleep that night, it rarely does when you're a kid. You don't have too much to worry about, so sleep comes easily; and it's especially nice when you have your best friend to snuggle up to.
Shit, that week, that summer was one of the best memories of my childhood. We cousins bonded closer than ever before. Well, except for Cousin Ryan of course. That was the year he was 'too good' for the rest of us. Though he did seem a little more friendly after the night we caught him jerking off.
Mainly because anytime he bothered us after that, we'd just stick out our tongues and pump our fists in the air... That would pretty much send him away, and send the rest of us into genuine fits of laughter.
~~AFTERWORD~~
Time passes, and eventually all kids grow up; save for Peter Pan of course. Our families continued to go out to Grampa's cabin every summer after that, and we always had the best times out there.
And though people change, most everything out there at the lake seemed to stay the same. Even today, all grown up, the lake house is still one of my favorite places to go. Grampa Carl passed away a few years ago, but he left the lake house to all of his kids; so we can all still enjoy what a special place it is.
I still take my own kids out there every summer, along with my cousins and all their kids. There's always a slew if pubescent kids running around that place during that week. We still have a roaring bon fire by the lake every night. We still roast marshmallows, and make S’mores. We still tell stories late into the evening; quite a few of them centered around Cousin Ryan.
The bunkhouse now has six bunks in it; and the boys still shower outside when they come up from the lake, but rarely in the nude. And one of my favorite things to do, each summer is to remind the boys, just like Grampa Carl did; that the lake doesn't really know you, until you've swum naked in it......
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The End
Hope you are enjoying this coming of age tale. It is a Boy's duty, to explore, experiment, and enjoy with curious wonder, this precious time of adolescent change. Where every experience is new, and nothing is off the table. Enjoy it boys....
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