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open window - let alone a closed one. Damn Denny had even thought to bring
extra batteries.. and a LIGHT.. for his headlight! Crap! It's just.. he brought
little "extras" that I never would have thought in a million years to bring.
   Thanks, Chris. Well, I'm only trying to look out for us. I didn't know what
was going to go down. Hopefully, not us. We went I guess about six or seven
miles east down Melbourne Road toward the flatland.
   We cut off the road as we saw a truck coming up behind us about a quarter of
a mile. We stopped, walked down an embankment, crossed over a ditch and stood
on the edge of some woods. About the time we got to the base of the hill, the
truck came flying past. "So what do you want to do?" Chris asked me. "We could
takea chance and explore these woods, carefully," he suggested. I wouldn't have
alone. But then, I wasn't alone. We were together. Chris can bench-press 200
pounds. Me? I do good to do 125. He's seen me.. he knows.
   Yes, I've seen you. And I say if you really wanted to, you could throw 500
punds up there. You just have to be determined, mein ami. Correction: you ARE
determined, you just have to have willpower. So we went into the woods slowly.
Denny put his headbeam on low power, and I cut on one of those small disposable
flashlights.
   Now I know what they mean when they say that you can't see the forest for
the trees. Trees everywhere we looked. I stopped, I had to take a wicked piss
and so did Denny. Strange how I picked a place to piss and he got just opposite
me and pissed in the same spot. Heh.. our pee fell right in the same square
inch of ground. Just rambling I guess. Anyway, we go a little further... Denny,
you pick this up, I want to see how you describe it.
   Sure Chris. Real picturesque there, dude. Well, okay we went about another
hundred yards or so, and there was this barbed-wire fence. There were two runs
of it, attached to trees and a few poles. Chris looked at me and I looked at
Chris. "Wonder who owns this?" I said. "Think we should keep going?" Chris
seemed to be sold on trying to go on in. After all, the wire WAS separated
enough to allow a person to slide right in between, as Chris and I easily did.
It seemed to serve no purpose, other than a possible warning. A warning to
what?
   We walked on, not really keeping to any specific direction. We had just seen
the barbed wire, and Chris's curiousity more or less was what kept us going. If
I had been alone, I would have bugged out as soon as I had seen the fence, if
not before... even in daylight.

   "Ow! Get off my fuckin' hand!" someone yelled. I looked down and my light
shined down on a dude in a sleeping bag, after I had backed off his "fuckin'
hand," of course, which I had not really seen. "If it had been a snake, it
would have bitten me..."
   "What are you yellin' about Chu.. Christ in heaven, who is that with the
light?"
   There were four of them, none of them were over twenty, I guessed.
   "Who the hell are you?!" the second dude asked again. I looked, I didn't see
any guns. I started to break in run, but Chris talked fast enough to satisfy
them. "My name is Chris Adams. This is Denny Spencer. We're skaters.. just
passing through.."
   "Skaters?!" the second dude said as they were all four on their feet now.
"How the hell did you find our pad?"
   It seemed we had stumbled across some other, less friendly skaters. Less
friendly? Well, they sure seemed like it at the moment. Chris, you talk a bit,
okay?
   Yeah, sure. I talked enough that night, so I guess I have a little better
accountability of what I said. They kept on thinking we were unfriendly skaters
that were here to crash their "pad". I convinced them that we had just ended up
here after we had skated down Melbourne Road, and had to get off the road to
dodge that semi.
   "Stay," said the dude that had yelled out so violently before. "I buy your
story." He said his name was Tony and offered us some Coke to drink. As thirsty
as Denny and I were, we accepted. They were cold and had been on ice. We sat,
drank and listened as slowly they began to identify themselves to us. There was
Tony, Chuck, Mike and Weenie. "We just call him 'Weenie' because.. well, he's
got a big one. It must be ten inches. His real name is Tim."
   "You can call me 'Weenie'," Weenie reinforced. We sat on a log that the
dudes were using as a bench. Skip told us that there was a half-pipe behind us.
As Denny shined his light over there, we could see it a bit better.
   "So, you dudes skated at night?" asked Tony, looking at our boards. "Yep. At
least part of the way.."
   Denny and I had a sudden curiousity about these guys. Sure guys talk about
their dicks sometimes. But they could be gay.. at least I couldn't rule it out.
Why else would Tony talk about "Weenie" that way.. and so openly??
   This is Denny. At not having any spare sleeping bags, Tony offered us a
blanket and a beach towel, saying that we could lay one on top of the other and
share them if we needed to. So we placed them on the ground close to Weenie..
it was his hand that I had stepped on, and I bent down to look at it. It was
okay now as I had not put all my weight on it. "Sorry about your hand, Weenie,"
I offered. "That's okay," he said. "It's okay now, as though nothing had ever
happened."
   These guys all had their bags lined up in a row, and there was a small tent
which held supplies and ample room in case there was rain that they could all
get inside and stay dry. Mike turned on a radio to a local rock station.
Everyone, including us, liked the song that was playing. It was.. "Free
Fallin'" by Tom Petty And The Heartbreakers. I had seen the video and so has
Chris.. it shows skaters in slow and freeze-frame motion on a half-pipe ramp.
Just at that moment, Tony piped up, "have you guys seen this gnarly video?" I
couldn't believe it. No sooner had the thought crossed my mind.
   "Yeah, it's cool," I said. I looked at Weenie. He looked so young, looked no
older than me or Chris. We stayed awake a while now, talking and exchanging
thoughts. Tony had said, "by morning, we'll see how well you dudes burn up our
pipe." Morning?!

   "OH SHIT!" Denny and I squealed at the same time. By morning! We had
forgotten all about time and space because we were so captivated by these guys,
where we were, and what was going on. Mom would be fierce! She'd have the law
on us! Right now, as we talked it over, we didn't give a damn. After five more
minutes, thoughts of that were farther out of our minds than that bright star
we were staring at in the night summer sky.
   Dammit, Chris! Dude! You put awesome feeling into this shit! Anyway, I
finally got fed up with thinking about Weenie's weenie. I got brave.
   "Weenie? Can I.. see how big your weenie is?"
   All five guys heard me. I heard a distinct "tee-hee!" from someone after I
asked. Still, he got it out. "It's out," he said, "feel of it." Daaaaaaamn!
Huge mother fucking dick! "Is it hard?"
   "Nope." I slowly slid my hand up the shaft, and up the shaft, and up the
shaft. It was truly big. He let Chris feel it too. As soon as we felt it, we
were both hard and began to lightly stroke our own cocks. Weenie saw us in the
pale moonlight. "Feel me again," Weenie asked us, and again we felt of his
mammoth dick. This time, about two minutes after we'd felt it the first time,
he was stone hard. "How old are you?" Chris asked. "Sixteen, last month,"
Weenie replied. "And I'm fifteen, Chuck's eighteen, Mike's fourteen," Tony
sounded off.
   "Chris and Denny are pudging off over here," announced Weenie.
   "'Pudging off'?!" Tony up and walked over to us. We refused to give up on
stroking our cocks. "Let me feel," Tony said, and felt each of our cocks. "Nice
dicks," he said. "Feel mine." Damn, WERE they gay? It started to seem that way.
Tony had a nice dick. I slid my hand up and down his shaft slowly, gripping him
firmly. "Damn! Nice touch! Come over to my bag, you two?"
   "Sure!"

   We got up and Chris carried the towel and blanket over to Tony's bag. The
three of us sat up, and I could see Tony's white underwear at his feet. "Feel
me some more, if you want." This got the attention of the others, and they
moved even closer and watched as the moon grew brighter. I glanced up; YES. The
moon was FULL. The only reason that it had not been so noticeable before was
that it had been cut off by some high cirrus clouds. The clouds had since
parted. Perhaps, also had any doubts that these four were as homosexual as we
were.
   Jesus, you write good shit, Denny. Heh.. I think you're trying to out-do me.
"Hell, just suck me off if you want.." it was too good an offer for Denny to
pass up. I couldn't blame him. Forty-five seconds later I was approached by
Mike. "Say, you like to suck dick?" I told him I did and ten seconds after that
he was in my mouth to the balls. And I believe Weenie sucked Chuck as well.
   Then, a rumble filled the air. Denny heard it too. It was loud and it seemed
to shake the earth. As it turned out, it was nothing more than a train - this
camp was close to a set of tracks.

   This is Denny. Tony exploded a load into my mouth and filled it up. He just
kept saying shit like, "damn you make me feel good... damn you're awesome.." if
only this could lead to a friendship, I thought in the back of my mind.
   We all fell asleep naked, I was still right at Tony's penis when I woke up.
i got up and took a leak. Tony built a fire - and fried some bacon! We pigged
out on that, toast and juice.
   Now we could all see each other by the light of day. Yep, everybody looked
cool. No real satanic symbols or anything like that. I think these dudes were
really gay. Tony wagged his butt in my face as he fried the bacon; as he cooked
it he was totally naked. All he did was wag that ass and smile at me. He had
long black hair - hell, it was PAST shoulder length.
   Chuck hit the pipe. He was really cool, did some great ollies and all kinds
of shit. He fell off his board at the end though and finished with a knee drop
at the base of the ramp.
   We all had turns on the ramp. Tony was really into it and he also really
liked mine and Chris's style on the ramp. It wasn't often that we could get to
a ramp. Most of the time we were street skaters.
   Then as Tony came off the ramp after finishing his solo (Mike had the radio
cranked up and we were jammin' to it), Tony hooked his wrist. I saw it, I don't
know if Chris had seen it or not.
   Yeah Denny, I did. Didn't you hear me cough? Heh, heh. I saw it. Had to
have; he left it hooked for about a minute while he watched me go over to the
pipe. Then he got this really big grin on his face. Denny, trust me, the dudes
were GAY. Anyway, I got done with my acrobatic skills and though I wasn't
snooping, I looked inside Tony's tent to see what all he had in there. There in
the corner I caught sight of.. a cellular phone. Looking on the back post of
the tent, I saw the antenna. Yup, this thing was obviously genuine. But was it
working?
   "Yes, it works," Tony told me. "It's 35 cents a minute to use it, so if you
use it, you gotta pay me and I gotta time you with my stopwatch. Fair?"
   "Sure!" I wanted to call Denny's mom; I figured after all this that I could
take the heat a lot better than Denny could. Besides he was on the ramp now,
and if I did this now, he wouldn't have to worry his pretty little head with it
now or later either. "Thanks Tony, I really appreciate it!"
   "Don' mention it dude," he said. "A cute guy like you..." he slipped. "Oops.
Sorry."
   "Hey.. that's okay! You're cute too! 555-..4627. I punched in Denny's
number. Yep, I could hear the phone on the other end ringing loud and clear.
This was amazing, a cellular phone in the middle of nowhere. "Hello.. you have
reached the Spencer residence. No one is available to take your call at the
moment, but if you will leave your name and phone number, we'll call you back
as soon as possible. Wait for the beep!" <BEEP!>
   Good, she hadn't noticed us gone probably, and went on into work. I'd leave
her a message on the machine saying that we were at a really cool skate bash,
and that we'd probably be out all night, tonight (heh). I suddenly realized
that she never checks on Denny in his bedroom. Seriously, that kid could be in
there a week and be dead and his parents wouldn't walk in until they smelled
the corpse. Sounds insane, I know... but it's for real. I did give her the
cellular number just in case. I told Tony if it was for me or Denny, we'd pay
the charges. Tony just smiled and showed me his hard weenie. He said that I had
a sexy voice and listening to me just now had done that to him. Then I heard
what I was waiting for, in a way.
   "Hell, all four of us are faggots.. can't you tell? Don't you just love
Weenie's big dick? Claims he was eight inches when he was twelve!"
   "Damn."
   I came out of the tent and broke the news to Denny. "A phone? Cool! Let me
see it!" and he peeked inside the tent and had a look. Damn, it seemed like
from the moment we awoke (Denny and I slept rather well), there was non-stop
action going on of some way, shape, form or fashion.

   Ha! I liked the bit about the corpse, Chris. He's right. Dad gets home from
work, dozes off in his chair until the six o' clock news comes on, mom wakes
him with his dinner, he eats while he watches that, he goes to the bathroom and
then right back to the recliner until bedtime. He must spend most of the
afternoon asleep and mom stays busy. I play around with my computer if I'm not
off skating. Next week we get a new skate park - I can hardly wait until it
opens. We need one.
   Chris was right. There was constantly something going on right there. Even
now I looked out toward the train tracks - by the light of day I could see that
they were oh.. about some 50 yards away. Then just as I looked up, I caught
sight of a dude walking the tracks. He had long brown hair past his shoulders
and he was puffing a cigarette. Chris and I were just going to let him pass,
but Tony opened his big mouth.
   "Yo!" Tony yelled. "Wassup!" The dude peeled off the tracks, which were
about twelve feet or so higher up than the ground we were standing on. He
crossed a small drainage ditch and walked on into the site. He didn't walk
AROUND the half-pipe; he walked ACROSS it. Oh well. A little more weathered,
but better for the wear, I suppose.
   "Yo.. skaters." This dude was older, I guessed he was probably in his
mid-20's. "Was that an invite?" he asked, raising his eyebrows and talking
through the cigarette that was still in his mouth.
   "You skate?" asked Tony. "Some," replied the dark brown-haired guy. He had a
pretty bad five o'clock shadow too, but perhaps he was living off the land.
Maybe we'd find out.
   He coughed. We were all non-smokers, but at least right now we didn't say
anything to him about his smoking. It didn't bother us that he smoked, but it
only bothered me because I knew it wasn't good for him. He borrowed Tony's
board, got halfway up the pipe, did a one-eighty, and came back down. He
stopped it without falling, but all he had done was the one 180. "Can't do much
more than that fellas, sorry. I've already hiked ten miles today.
   "Ten miles?" I asked. "Yeah," he said, rubbing his grubby and somewhat
calloused hand through my hair. "I quit my job today. Name's Kerry." We soon
found out that he was twenty-seven and had been a welder for the last three
years. He had just walked off the job after being given an unfair pay in
salary. He pulled his hair back out of his face. "Nice place here," he stated.
Tony offered him a drink, he drank some tea and offered to pay for it. Tony
wasn't going to take the money, but Kerry insisted. Kerry offered Tony (as he
did all of us) a joint, but we turned that down. He didn't force it on us, and
I was glad. He said he knew he should kick all his "nasty habits," but lately
he'd been too "keyed up". He unzipped and took a piss out behind the tent. I
guess for the most part, we all figured him to be straight. He hadn't mentioned
a woman, or kids, just his job. But who knew. He may have some pregnant female
back at home depending on his hard-earned dollars.
   Then he heard me call Tim "Weenie," his well-earned nickname.
   "Where'd he get a name like that?" Kerry asked. We told him. Kerry giggled.
"Shit. Sounds like it's bigger than mine. Do you like to show it off?"    In no
time, Weenie had his weenie out and Kerry was examining the dick and its
relatively LARGE head. "Jesus Christ! Did your dad leave this in his
inheritance or something and you added to what you already HAD?!"
   "Heh.. well, not really. You might just say it GREW on me," Weenie said,
which was exactly what he had told Chris and I last night. Needless to say it
wasn't long until we all got a look at Kerry's penis as well. Let's just say I
could tell he was no BOY, but his appearance wasn't so bad, really. Then he
told us that he was sorry if he seemed like he was fondling us, but that he was
a homosexual.
   We all laughed, and in response Tony soon had Weenie's dick in his mouth,
wolfing down as much of it as he could. Kerry coughed again and cleared his
throat. "My, my.. rowdy bunch aren't we? Guess I'm not alone!"
   Kerry stamped out his cigarette. He unsnapped his jeans and pulled down his
underwear. He sat on the log and jacked off as he watched Tony suck Weenie's
weenie. When Kerry saw Weenie cut loose with those long shots of pure white,
Kerry cut loose too and shot a load clear across to the top of the tent. The
second shot hit Tony on the back. "Damnnnnnn...." he moaned in pleasure as this
was the first time he had jacked off in over a week, as he informed us.

   "Grrrrrr! Waaaaaaa!" It wasn't one of Denny's farting spells. This was loud,
this was clear. And it wasn't so far away. Tony looked back towards me and his
eyes got big as saucers. "Whoa, shit!!!"
   Kerry looked up. "Oh no! Chris, move away, s-l-o-w-l-y. Nice and slow." I
kept wanting to look over my shoulder. "What is it?" Denny saw it too. "Don't
ask questions! Wait 'til you're in the clear!"
   In the CLEAR?
   "Rrrrr. Rrrrr!!" Oh, shit! What was it, I couldn't bear to look!

   That's EXACTLY what it WAS - a bear - a Florida Black Bear. We eased back
toward the barbed-wire fence as it seemed to amble right into the campsite. It
was obviously looking for food. Oh no.. Tony had beaucoups and beaucoups in the
tent.. If it only didn't... RIP! SMASH! Over went the tent, torn now in several
places. "Destructive dude, isn't he?" Denny remarked. Chuck had accidentally
left his skateboard in plain sight. The bear stepped on it with his left rear
paw. It nearly tripped the bear up but it crushed the board just the same. He
must have weighed in at 1,500 pounds. It soon ambled on its way, but in its
path it had virtually destroyed Tony's tent and a lot of his gear. At least the
cellular phone still worked, but the bear had evidently found Tony's ice chest
and it had ripped open a package of frankfurters. Needless to say, we all
seemed to feel that the bear would be back.
   We now felt that the bear was a safe distance that we could return to the
campsite and ramble through the ruins that it had been into. "Let's just get
our stuff, and get the hell out!" Weenie suggested. We all agreed. Where did we
go?
   Kerry suggested a great place near a lake that was on some remote property
as well. He showed us a wonderful spot where there was even a lake with crystal
clear water - we could even go swimming if we wanted. Matter of fact, we took a
quick dip just to check out the water and see what the area was like. Yes,
there was plenty of room to set up a half-pipe here. Among us we were able to
bring the bulk of the undamaged supplies to this spot. Tony said that he would
have to get his older brother, Nathan to provide a rental truck to move the
pipe to the new location. It would probably be the first of next week before
any of that could be arranged. Meantime if the bear came back, who knew that if
with the lack of food, it didn't fly into a rage and tear up everything it
could get its hands.. or paws.. on, including the ramp. All the bear really had
to do would be to step on it - and the ramp would split like a matchstick.
   Tony put the antenna of his portable phone on a low tree limb and picked it
up. Damn - service couldn't reach us here. We were either out of range or in a
bad location. There was a tree about a hundred yards to the other corner of the
lake and we decided to try it there - after all, we had actually moved about a
half mile closer to town, not further away. Service. Tony picked up the phone
and got a tone. Calling his brother, he said that he would be available
TOMORROW and could even move it then! Only problem was... rain was in the
forecast for tomorrow. Oh well, we had so many things against us.. now this.
Maybe it wouldn't rain.

   Well, we all took off our clothes and skinny-dipped for a while. It was fun
to look at each other's bodies and admire ourselves as naturally as possible.
When we all got finished and got out, it was even more fun. Well, Tony was just
sitting there under the shade of a tree, and began to stroke his dick. We all
got interested and began to form a circle around him.. yep, we all had a nice
old-fashioned circle jerk, and before it was over we were all grabbing on to
different guys' weenies and jacking off our "neighbor". Kerry too was very much
a part of the action, he jacked off Weenie. He did a good job, too. Weenie came
before the rest of us; it seemed Kerry, being older and a little more
experience, had a better "grip". It wasn't long before we were all asking Kerry
about his "grip" techniques.
   The interesting thing about Weenie was that he really had a big set of balls
too to go along with his mammoth dick. Denny was sitting next to Weenie, and he
said that Weenie really covered him good. All Weenie was doing was sitting
there smiling. His dick was doing all the work.

   Thanks for all this help, Chris. It really adds a lot to the story to hear
from somebody else that was there. Anyway, we all left soon after that and came
back to our respective houses. We showered, cleaned up, and here we are.
Tomorrow now is the day that we're supposed to move the ramp. Kerry said he
would be glad to help out. I don't think it's going to rain. Dammit, all this
writing.. and my dick is trying to poke out of my unerwear as I write. It just
seems to have a mind of its own.. heh.. kinda like that bear, I guess. We all
like the new location better, but if it wasn't for that damn bear, we wouldn't
have had to worry about it - and we might have had a few more close encounters.
Oh well, there's still the rest of the summer. We know these guys now, and
we're gonna hang out with them. Chris told you that Tony said they were gay...
and I believe it! To be perfectly honest, Weenie offered more than once to..
well, to buttfuck me. I haven't said "no," I've just said, "not right now." I
just may let him do it soon.. tee hee!
   This time, we're going to borrow my parents' video camera. I want lasting
evidence of this next excursion.

   Right now as I sit here, Chris is threatening to suck my dick. I think I
better go so he can!