Fred's Tale 7

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Fred's School Days

Part Seven

 Rated: X

Saturday morning, I was woken up by Dad before the sun was over the horizon. We hit the barns and the fields. Living on a farm isn't easy. Especially on weekends. The animals needed fed and watered, like every day, and on weekends the chicken coop gets cleaned out, the barns get mucked out, and then the cows get moved to the other pasture when they were done being milked. It was late summer, so some of the crops were already harvested, others were about ready to be harvested, and we had to till over one field to get it ready for late-summer crops.

By four, we were both tired, dirty, and sweaty. I felt great. I liked the hard work. My muscles were telling me that they needed to grow, and my soul felt fulfilled. Dad and I joked as we closed up the big barn and headed to the house.

"You're really shootin' up, Son," he said, holding his hand above my head. "Grow much more, 'n I'll have'ta start sharin' my overalls with ya."

"So long as Mom washes 'em good, first."

"Then it won't be long 'til you're askin' to take the pickup into town to chase girls."

I blushed and grinned. I wondered if I should tell him someday. I sure had no intentions of doing so right then, or anytime soon.

I felt a little guilty. I wasn't supposed to be a homosexual. No one was. But I was. I would never give my parents any grandchildren. My sister might, and being six years older than me, she wasn't far from graduating from college and either coming back home or living on her own. So maybe she would give them grandkids. But not me.

I kept smiling, though, as Dad and I headed into the house, side-by-side. I let Dad shower first, while I rough-housed with the dogs. Then I showered and put on some of my best regular clothes. I brushed my hair carefully, and made sure I didn't have any pimples or blackheads.

I actually looked at myself in the mirror for a change. I usually tried not to. Vanity was a sin. But, since homosexuality was a far worse one, I figured actually looking at myself wasn't so bad.

I noticed that my sandy-blond hair wasn't all that terrible. It was a lot like Jeremy's, but mine was lighter and shorter. My brown eyes sort of went nice with it. For the first time, I saw that I had big eyelashes. They were light in color, but thick. I thought they made my eyes seem even larger. I saw that I had big, soft, expressive eyes. My nose was straight and slightly small. It fit my small, round face pretty well. My lips were smallish, a pale-peach color, and seemed understated. When I smiled, my white teeth showed nicely through them. My cheekbones were subtle and rounded. With my small chin but wide jaw, the round shape of my head was complete. My entire face was tanned, but not darkly so. A few freckles marked my cheeks.

I wasn't bad looking at all. I thought that if I was someone else, but still a homosexual, I'd like how I looked. I'd wonder what was in my pants. I stepped back and saw that my jeans sort of showed that they weren't empty. I grinned and snickered. I turned and saw that my butt was rounded and nice. I took off my shirt. I was lean and almost muscular. Reddish-pink nipples were prominent but small. My stomach was flat. My arms were long, and the muscles were apparent. My shoulders were wide with muscles under the tanned skin. My sides tapered a little toward my hips.

I made sure the door was shut, then lowered my jeans and shorts. It started filling up, growing, hardening. The small patch of sandy-blond hair above it was short and had a long way to go before being full and thick. As my penis finished hardening, it stood out and upward a bit, mostly straight and smooth. The little bit of foreskin had rolled behind the rounded head long before it finished stiffening. The hole in the end was obvious, slightly indented, and a vertical slit, not really a hole. My balls were finally separate, no longer hard to find in my sack. It hung down some now, each nut hanging separate. A few hairs were growing out in places on it, but were hard to see in the mirror, unless I leaned down to see them directly.

I turned sideways again. My dick stuck out, upward at an angle nearly forty-five degrees. It was straight. The head was only slightly larger than the shaft, and slightly darker. The edges were almost smooth compared to most of the ones I had seen so far. I pumped my hips, and my balls swung a bit. I had to hold in a laugh. My butt was nice, I had to admit.

I faced myself again, and smiled. I didn't look much like I remembered myself. I looked very little like the picture of me that hung on the wall in the hallway. That was almost two years old now, and I had changed a lot. I wondered what I was going to look like when I graduated in four years.

I pulled up my pants, put my shirt back on, tucked it in, and brushed my teeth. I went to the kitchen and helped with getting the last things for dinner ready. We ate and talked. It was a nice dinner.

After helping with cleanup, I sat in my room, reading one of my school books, waiting for Jerry. I wondered what he had planned. The idea of hanging out with the seniors was appealing, but frightening, too. Intimidating. I wondered what the other guys from the group were doing. I wondered if I was going to see any of them tonight.

When I heard Jerry's car rumble into the driveway, I tossed the book down, put on my baseball cap, and jogged to the door, saying goodnight to my parents as I went past the front room. They said to call if I was going to be late, and to have a good time. I promised I would, then ran out to Jerry's car.

He was alone, and waved me into the front seat.

"Hey, Freddie!" he said, grinning at me.

He was wearing nice jeans, a bright blue shirt, and a White Sox baseball cap. We nearly matched perfectly.

"Hi, Jer. So, what's up?"

"Well, I am. Been hard since I got up this morning!"

I laughed and felt myself blush.

"Got something special going on tonight. I hope you saved up plenty of energy!"

I laughed, then said, "I did a ton of chores, but I'll try to keep up."

He laughed, then said, "Oh, I'll see about keeping you up!"

It was so embarrassing! And so funny! He gave me a shove on my shoulder, then put the car in gear.

"Bring your dime?"

"Yeah, what for? And where're we goin'?"

"First, we're pickin' up the guys, then we're goin' to meet some of the other groups."

"Really?"

"Yep. We're having a bonfire in Hobson Woods."

"That's cool!"

We picked up the other guys, one by one, including David, then headed to the woods. He took a road I wasn't familiar with, and soon we pulled up next to six other cars and the coach's pickup. There was a fire already burning, and what looked like fifty kids of all ages running around it and the entire area. We got out, and Jerry opened the trunk. He had me carry a box, and put it down near the fire. I saw six other boxes, piquing my curiosity.

"Everyone to the fire!" Coach Smith yelled. "Into your groups!"

Kids came in from the trees and the clearing, gathering around the tall seniors in seven groups. I knew a few of them. David, Eric, Jeremy, and Mike stood with me next to Jerry. I saw Chris, the red-headed guy I had seen getting into a car at school near Jerry's car, standing with a smaller group nearly across the fire from us. I saw Nathan in another group. We goggled at each other. Neither of us had given so much as a clue to each other! Then I saw Gary in another group! Two of my friends since we were little kids!

"Welcome to the Circle Jamboree!" the coach yelled. He had to wait while we cheered, led by our leaders, before he continued in a very loud, powerful voice.

He was really handsome by the firelight. His tight shirt showed off his strong chest and arms. I remembered being with him at his house and grew erect in a single heartbeat. I wondered how many others he had been with by now. I wasn't jealous, thought I saw why some might be. I was just glad I had experienced it.

"By now, some of you have seen some familiar faces. Surprising ones. Happens every year. While you're here, you and your friends know. But the second we leave, you forget. You never talk about it, even when you're alone. Not once. No grins about it, no secret looks, no jokes, nothing. You only know when you're here, or at another gathering. You don't get together and do things. Ever! It's happened before, and they gave away little clues, and they got found out. Things went bad! So, the rule is there for a very good reason. Outside these gatherings, these groups do not exist!"

He stared around, meeting everyone's eyes before he spoke again.

"But, like I said, while we're here, all bets are off!"

There was a lot of nervous laughter, in which I joined, and saw Gary and Nathan doing the same thing.

"Now, each group leader will introduce himself, and his group. Then, each group will open their box, and I'll explain."

Each leader took his turn, giving his name, and introducing each member of his group. One group was only a leader and two guys, one freshman and one junior. Two groups had seven members. The other groups were somewhere between. It was really embarrassing to have Jerry put his hand on my head and say my name. Nathan and Gary nodded at me. I saw others do the same to guys they knew there.

"Now, that's done," coach said, gaining everyone's attention. "I don't expect you to remember everyone's names, but that's not the point. The point is, you're all the same. Some of you like girls, too. Some of you just like the messing around and just like girls. Some just other boys. You can say so, or not. Up to you. The main deal is this. You don't have to feel embarrassed about it here. No one is going to make fun of you. No one is going to try to beat you up. We're all friends here, and if you see anyone here, being bothered at school, you don't interfere. You tell your group leader immediately. As soon as you can. Right then, if you can. And you let us take care of it. Understand?"

"Yes, sir!" filled night around the fire and the clearing.

He looked around at us again, grinning.

"This is so we don't expose our group. We've built a great thing here over the years. It was started years ago, by guys now in their thirties. They worked hard to keep this all secret, and private, and we intend to keep it that way. And any of you who spill the beans, or get caught, will pay the price. So follow the rules. They're there to keep you, and all of us, safe. Understand?"

"Yes, sir!" filled the clearing again, louder and clearer this time.

"As you probably know, it's over ten miles to the nearest farm or house. If you go south, you'll end up in the forest preserves and probably end up lost. So, if you stray, stay close. We can't afford to have to call in the cops to come looking for lost guys. Understand?"

"Yes, sir!" filled the air around the clearing again, this time, some groups trying to outdo the others.

"Good. Now, I'd like each group leader to open his box, and equip his squad."

Jerry pulled the box between us and opened it. He handed out rope belts and orange cloths. We tied the ropes around our waists and tucked a cloth through it.

"Derrin, you and Wally, combine up. That'll make seven of you," Coach Smith said. "Now, you all know what they're for. The guy who brings the most enemy flags back to the bonfire, wins. If two or more have the same number, they share the prize. There is no loser. If you come back without a single flag, no big deal. If you get tagged out, come back here and hang out until the last return. If anyone ties off his flag, he's not only out, he's got something bad coming when he gets back here. Cheating will not be tolerated. We're all the same here, so anyone pulling that crap gets the worst. Understand?"

"Yes, sir!" roared through the clearing, every group trying to be the loudest.

"Fair play and good sportsmanship is the name of the game. And having a good time. And healthy exercise. And working as a group. And making friends. Now, your leaders will take you out to your starting points, and explain the rest of the game to you once there. Then, I'll fire once to signal the start, and again to signal the end. When you hear the second shot, come back here. Understood?"

"Yes, sir!" everyone roared.

"Then, leaders, march 'em out!"

"This way, orange!" Jerry cried, and tore off into the woods.

Other leaders issued similar orders, and all of us roared our battle cries and followed our leaders into the night. 

Jerry was tall, and athletic, and it was hard to keep up with him. His long legs ate up the ground in huge chunks with each stride. Jeremy almost kept up with him, and I was right behind Jeremy. Poor Eric was not only stressed to keep up, he clearly couldn't.

"Wait, Jerry!" he yelled.

Jerry ignored him. That sort of got me mad. I watched Eric falling behind us. I was ready to call out to Jerry myself, and demand he give poor, small Eric a chance to catch up, when we came to a small overhanging rock formation that almost formed a cave. Jerry hauled up and stopped there, waiting for us. When we had our breaths back, he began talking.

"Okay, guys. This is our camp. When we come out here to camp in future, this will be where. The common camp is where we meet up and do some things, but we'll come back here to bunk out."

He sat down on a large, flat rock. I saw an old fire pit surrounded by small stones, and saw that the overhanging rock would make for great cover from any rain. There was probably enough room under it for all of us.

We gathered around and recovered, and came up with a battle plan. We were immensely proud of ourselves, and were grinning and laughing when we heard the gunshot.

"Let's get 'em!" Jerry said, and we started off.

We stealthily moved back toward the main camp, until we heard others laughing and yelling in the distance. Jeremy, who had kept up with Jerry the best, grinned and nodded, then headed that way. We found trees to hide behind and waited. We heard Jeremy yelling for Jerry. Then we heard him, much closer, yelling for Jack. He tore past our trees, and when the guys running after him passed by us, we jumped them, stripping their flags before they knew we were there. They weren't happy.

They marched toward the common camp, downcast. We heard others to our right, and we set off that way. Jeremy set off, calling for Jerry, then soon, he came back, running, and called for Jack. We jumped out and captured another five flags between us. Most of us had two, Eric and Jeremy had none. We shared them.

We stalked another group. Jeremy yelled, "Jack!" and we jumped out. Four more flags added to our total. Nathan flipped me the bird, laughing. David had gotten his flag from him. It was a huge thrill to see him there, up close, and know it was really him. We grinned, visible even in the dark, the nearly full moon giving enough light that we could see each other blushing.

"See Gary?"

"Yeah!"

"Fucking cool!"

"No kiddin'!"

"Come on, there's more that way," Jerry said, pointing in the direction we could hear laughter.

"See ya back at camp," he said.

"See ya."

I felt... amazed. And amazingly good. He and Gary were there. I was so less alone than I had ever feared.

We hid behind trees, and heard Jeremy calling for Jerry, as if lost. Then we heard him getting closer, still calling for Jerry. Then we heard him cursing. He'd been caught this time. We waited, then heard the laughter coming closer. When they sounded like they were just a few feet away, I heard one curse and another yell, "Ambush!"

The rest of us leaped out, finding five guys tucked into a defensive circle, backs to each other.

"Give up," Jerry said as we approached.

"Not a chance!" their leader said loudly. "You want 'em, come get 'em!"

We all looked at each other, then charged. It was a chaotic swarm of boys reaching for flags and trying to keep their own out of the reach of others. In the end, I was tagged out, a cute guy with a huge grin and a fun laugh grabbing my flag before I got his. Eric was tagged out, too. David, Jerry, and Mark still had their flags, and another two flags each. All the others were out.

"Lost member leading into an ambush, nice one," their leader said to Jerry.

"Worked," Jerry said with a huge grin, and holding up a large bunch of flags.

"You guys might win," their leader said, shaking hands with Jerry.

"Might. Might not."

We divvied up the flags among us.

"You can't win individual, doing that," one of them said.

"No. But since Eric there is small, and Jeremy was our bait, they were handicapped. So we decided to share the haul," Jerry told him.

"Probably win for team, though," their leader said as he and his team headed toward the main camp.

Eric and I walked along with them.

When we walked back into camp, Coach Smith counted heads and grinned.

"Three left," he said. "All on orange team."

He fired once into the air. Within a minute or so, Jerry, David, and Mark came back.

"Okay," Coach Smith said loudly. "Everyone is back. Let's count coo and see who and which team won! Did anyone have a tied-off flag?"

No one said anything. It seemed not.

"Great. Now, team leaders, when I point, give me your team total, and then the total of your leading member's count."

He went around the circle of us, each leader yelling out two numbers, followed by the applause of the rest of us. We didn't win, for individual or team. But none of us seemed to care much. The combined groups of Derrin and Wally won for group, and their member, Randall, won with seven flags.

Jerry turned to us and told us to hold up our dimes. We held them up. I saw the guys in the other groups doing the same thing. I figured there was about four dollars worth all together in the clearing. Coach Smith walked toward the winning team, and then stood in front of Randall.

"Randall, we all brought a dime tonight, as you now. And as the winner for individual, that loot is all yours."

He held up his dime. Randall was obviously surprised. Four bucks would buy a pile of comics as tall as him or any of us. If he liked comics. It would also keep him in chewing gum all year long, and then some. Or get him some really great sneakers. Or about anything he wanted. It was a fortune!

"But!" Coach Smith said, holding up his hand, his dime gleaming in the firelight, "you can't put them in your pockets."

That made no sense whatsoever. Coach Smith reached out and pulled the waist of Randall's jeans outward, then ceremoniously dropped the dime down the front. Randall gasped and visibly turned red, grinning hugely.

His team leader stepped up in front of Randall, and did the same, then said, "You'd better hold it out yourself."

Randall laughed, then held the front of his jeans out, making sure his underwear was ready to receive the coins. Then his teammates dropped their dimes into his shorts, one at a time. Then the rest of us, one at a time. When it was my turn, I met his eyes and grinned. He grinned back. He was taller than me, probably a junior. He was kind of handsome. Tall, strong, wide, muscled, with short, black hair, deeply blue eyes, and a short, oval face. I heard the clink as my dime joined the rest.

I couldn't help but wonder what else was down there, and take a quick peek to see only darkness as I moved aside to let the next guy drop his loot.

"Four dollars and eighty cents," Coach Smith announced. "What are you gonna do with all that?"

"Buy new underwear," Randall laughed. Then, when the laughter died down, he asked, "What if I had wore boxer-type ones?"

"You don't wanna know," Coach Smith said, making us all laugh. "But I did bring Vaseline," he added, making us all laugh again.

Some of the dimes had missed his shorts and ended up on the ground, having fallen down his pant-legs. Coach Smith picked them up and dropped them carefully into the center.

"Now, hold them there until you get back to the car. You can take them off, and use 'em like a bag, if you want, but you have to in front of the fire."

"Um, I'll keep them on."

A few guys said, "Awww," and some threw out teasing nicknames.

"Okay, now for the team award," Coach Smith said, heading to the box he had brought with him and that had remained by the fire. He opened it and pulled out another, smaller box. He returned to the winning team and held it out. Each member reached in and pulled out a small, plastic, gold-colored trophy. They were small, merely toys.

"When you get home, you can say your team won small cups because nothing bigger fit."

The rest of us laughed.

"Now, I don't want to see anyone in their groups the rest of the night. We have just over two hours. No one leaves the area around the fire, but don't stay in your current group. Move around and mingle, and have a good time. Your group leaders brought hotdogs, and there's plenty of sticks lying around, so if you're hungry, have at it. They brought water or other drinks, so, meet the guys in the other groups, and have a good time. Understood?"

"Yes, sir!" echoed through the clearing.

I saw Gary heading my way, and just before he arrived, I saw Nathan looking for him or me near the fire. I yelled his name, he saw me, and started running my way. I met Gary halfway.

"Dude!"

"Dude!"

"Dude!"

We laughed and shoved each other. It was amazing.

"Get picked out in gym class?" Nathan asked.

"Yeah!" Gary and I answered together.

We laughed and talked, sometimes being joined by others for a time. David came and went, so did Mark, though Mark hung around longer and stayed much closer to me. I knew why. I could see how he looked at me. I felt bad that I didn't feel the same way about him. When he left, to talk to two guys he was friends with, Gary gave me a shove on my shoulder and said, "Dude's got it for ya!"

"I know," I said.

"You, uh, feel the same way?" Nathan asked.

"No. Not really."

"You, you know, into girls?" he asked next.

"Uh, no. I'm... uh..."

"You're a total homo?" Nathan asked.

I nodded.

"Wow."

"What about you guys?" I asked.

"Not me. I just like doing it," Nathan said.

"I don't know. Maybe," Gary said, looking shy and embarrassed.

I was sure that he was, he was just too shy to admit it.

"Don't matter," Nathan said to him. "You can say it here. I won't care. Or ever tell. Even without the rules. You know that. Neither will Fred."

"It's okay, you don't have to even answer. Maybe he really don't know," I said to Nathan.

"Yeah, maybe. Don't matter, anyway. Besides, it's too much fun!" Nathan said, grinning. "It's gonna be hard not to talk about it!"

"I know! But, like Coach Smith said, we just can't. We can't take the risk," I said.

"Yeah. Too bad. I'd like to with you guys," Nathan said, seemingly embarrassed for what might be the first time I could remember.

"My group leader said we could mess around on weekend camps and stuff, with other guys from other groups," Gary said.

"Yeah, mine said the same thing!" I said happily.

"Yup. Remember that. I hope it's next weekend!" Nathan said, grinning. "Can't wait!"

He seemed really eager for being just interested in doing it. He seemed more eager than me, and I was the homosexual. I wondered if he was just afraid to admit it, too, or not.

We ended up talking together the rest of the night. Mostly about regular stuff we would have talked about at home. We roasted hotdogs and watched a wrestling match between two group leaders on the team at school. They were fast! And I got sort of hard, watching them go at it. They didn't do anything illegal, or grab each other in inappropriate places, but it was still a turn-on.

Guys played games of tag, and last-man-standing, and there were other wrestling matches. Guys were in small groups all over the place. Sometimes I saw one guy sitting alone, but not for long; either a leader or someone would come along and he'd be dragged into doing something or going somewhere.

There were guys of all ages and sizes and types. I really couldn't believe so many guys were willing to mess around, even if they weren't homosexuals. But as I talked with Nathan and Gary, I understood how maybe it was possible that so many were willing to experiment a little.

Nathan said he wasn't sure at first, and didn't go along with it, but when he saw the other guys didn't leave, and even seemed to be in good moods the next couple of days, that maybe he should check it out. On Thursday he talked to the leader who picked him on Monday, and he went with them that afternoon. He said he was nervous as hell, but it had been really fun. He went back on Friday, and now he intended to keep going back as often as he could.

Gary said he'd been hooked since Monday, and wanted to keep going.

"Me, too," I admitted.

We saw other guys we knew from classes, and had seen in the hallways at school. It was strange. And sort of... comforting? Obviously they weren't all homosexuals, but they all liked doing things with other boys. A guy in my history class walked by with a guy in my social studies class, and two other boys I didn't know at all. They were having a good time, laughing and shoving each other. The guy from my history class saw me and smiled and nodded. I waved back.

I knew if I had trouble with a bully at school, that there almost certainly by someone who would see, and would bring a leader or someone to help. Or at least take care of it later. I wasn't alone at school. Not even close.

Randall had to pick up dimes all night long. They fell out of his pants legs all the time. It was funny. He couldn't move without losing a few, at least.

Way too soon, the group leaders stood around the fire, facing outward away from the flames, and stood there silently until we were all quiet, looking at them, waiting. Then they spoke, one at a time.

"These groups and this gathering are private. It is a serious and solemn bond. By joining with us, you agree to remain silent about it to anyone and everyone not part of it."

"These groups and this gathering are private. It is between those of us who willingly take part in it. You are free to leave at any time, but you must never speak of it to anyone."

"These groups and this gathering are private. It is for those of us who aren't afraid to explore the possibilities it offers, and ourselves. When and if you feel you have learned all you want, or care to, you can leave it, but you can never leave us."

"These groups and this gathering are private. It is about learning the truth of ourselves. And helping others to do the same. We protect ourselves and each other with our silence."

"These groups and this gathering are private. You may come as often as you want, or as rarely as you wish. But you must never speak of it to anyone. If you do, will be cast from us, and you will expose yourself to all outside of it as a snitch, a fink, and a homosexual."

"These groups and this gathering are private. If you think someone would like to join us, you will not speak of this to them, but speak of them to your group leader. They will handle it with you."

"These groups and this gathering are private. Outside of your group meetings, outside of these gatherings, they do not exist. If you cause it to exist outside of them, you will cease to exist to all of us."

Now Coach Smith began walking around the circle formed by the group leaders standing by the fire. His powerful voice sounded like the authority of all authorities.

"You are all here because you don't accept or believe the lies spread by those with closed minds and hearts filled with hate for those that are different. You are here because someone saw something in you that shone, that illuminated you above and beyond the rest. Some say it is evil for man to lie with man. I say it is evil to condemn a man for his love for man.

"You all have experienced it. You have all felt it. There is no evil spread here. There are no lies allowed here. There is no harm caused here. Jesus Christ never spoke a word against homosexuality, only men have. Those who spoke against men being with men, also said women should be stoned to death for disobeying their husbands, and that men should not lie with women while they were in their unclean time. If no man ever lay with a woman during their unclean time, then there would be no children, then there would never be another birth. Ignorant men wrote those words, and wrote the words against homosexuality. They lied. You've felt it now, you know the joy that can be given, even if you are not attracted to other men.

"This is private, between only those of us here, and those that came before, and those that come after. Our silence and secrecy maintains this for future members, who will feel the same things that you have felt. If we are exposed, the one who exposed us will be condemned along with the rest of us. And all those that would have come after, would suffer. They would never know the things you have now known, and their misery, their loneliness, their pain, would rest on your shoulders. This gathering and your groups are private.

"If at any time, one of us hurts you, or harms you, or forces you to do something that you didn't want to do, you are to tell another group leader, or myself. It will be handled. Such things will not be tolerated. If you see one of us being harassed or made to suffer outside of the groups or this gathering, you are to tell your group leader, or me, and we will take care of it. Do nothing on your own. You are not on your own now. You are part of a group, that is part of a larger group, that is part of an even larger group. None of you need ever be alone again.

"There is no prayer to Satan, no portal to hell here. And to prove it, we will end this gathering with a prayer. Please bow your head and repeat after me.

"Our God in Heaven..."

"Our God in Heaven..."

"Look down on your children here..."

"Look down on your children here..."

"Protect us with your love..."

"Protect us with your love..."

"Guide us with your light..."

"Guide us with your light..."

"Forgive us our sins..."

"Forgive us our sins..."

"Be with us wherever we go..."

"Be with us wherever we go..."

"So that we may follow wherever you lead..."

"So that we may follow wherever you lead..."

"Share with us your grace..."

"Share with us your grace..."

"That we may share it with others..."

"That we may share it with others..."

"Amen."

"Amen."

The silence was astonishing. I heard some guys sniffling. No jokes were made or teasing done.

"Remember our rules. They're there to protect you and all of us. Be good to each other all week, and I hope to see you all next weekend. Same time, same place. Some will be playing on teams for school, or doing other things, and some who aren't here tonight will be here then. Next weekend, bring a dime, if you can, for the individual prize. Talk to Randall if you need a loan."

Most of us laughed.

"Or just follow him to the car and keep your eyes on the ground."

More laughter.

"Let's patrol the area, and make sure we don't leave any trash behind before we put out the fire."

After we had all walked around, looking down, occasionally picking up something or another and throwing it into the fire, the coach shoveled dirt onto the dying fire until we were covered in darkness and the clearing was totally silent.

"Thanks for coming, everyone. God bless, and see you at school. Keep our silence, be good to each other, and remember and abide by our rules. Understand?"

"Yes, sir!" so ear-splittingly loudly that my ears nearly rang.

We followed Jerry to his car. I couldn't see Gary or Nathan in the dark. I knew it would be hard not to talk about the group tomorrow. I promised myself not to.

We pulled out and formed a long line heading down the dirt road, and down the highway into town, then cars began pulling onto side streets.

"Anyone think they can spend the night?" Jerry asked, the first words since we had gotten into the car.

"Where?" most of us asked.

"My place. My folks know I might be bringing some guys home from the fellowship meeting tonight. You can call your folks if you think you can get the okay. My folks will talk to yours, if they want."

We all agreed to try. When we got to his place, he introduced us to his parents as his freshman charges from the fellowship meeting.

"I can take them home, but if their parents don't mind, and you don't, they can stay over on my floor."

"That's nice of you, dear," his mom said, smiling nicely. "Why don't you get started calling, and I'll go make some punch, and then those that have to go home can still have some refreshments while the other make their calls."

She left in a swirl of pleats and perfume. His father walked with us as Jerry led us to the hall, where he pulled out a slip of paper from his wallet and dialed the phone after asking Eric to come stand with him.

Eric got permission from his father after talking to Jerry and his father. My father talked to Jerry's father for only a short time, making me worry that he was going to expect me home. Instead, I got a nod from Jerry's father and Jerry dialed the next number. To our surprise, we were all staying over.

"You know, Jerry, dear, it'd be shame to have gotten that tent out for next weekend and not use it until then. Why don't you take the boys down to the creek and make a camping night of it? You can take the rest of the punch in a couple of thermos bottles and some cookies."

"Good thinking, Mom," Jerry said. "What do you think, Pops?"

"Sounds like a good boys' night out to me. I'm jealous. Wish I could join you."

"No you don't, dear," Jerry's mom said. "You'd be complaining about the hard ground in no time, and be back up here for your nice, soft bed inside an hour."

"Hmmph," and he stalked into the living room.

We followed her into the kitchen, and was given two thermos bottles of punch, some cups, and a bag of cookies, while Jerry took Jeremy into the basement and came back up with a pile of blankets. We marched out of the back of the house. A dog came out of a doghouse, barking at us.

"Easy, Rocket," Jerry said, heading his way. He untied him, and the dog bounded along aside him happily. It was a large German shepherd, mostly brown, and seemed really friendly. "He'll let us know if even my parents come out to the tent," Jerry said.

"Kind of convenient you just happen to have a tent set up," Jeremy said.

"Isn't it?" Jerry laughed. "I told them I was getting it out and setting it up for the meeting next weekend. I figured they'd think of it. If they didn't, I would have mentioned it as casually as I could."

They switched on flashlights and we followed them downhill for a few hundred feet, into some trees, and then I smelled water. The tent was set up about twenty feet from the edge of a creek that was almost wide enough to call a small river. The tent was huge. It looked like army surplus or something. It was olive green, for one thing, and tall enough to stand up inside of. It had to be ten feet across, square, and had a lantern hanging from the center pole.

"Geeze! Is this real army stuff?" Eric asked when Jerry came in from tying up Rocket outside the tent.

"Sure is. Dad got it from the Salvation Army outlet for my birthday a couple years ago. Used it ever since. I think it'll last forever. It's not totally waterproof, but it has to really rain to leak any."

"Swell!" David said, turning around in the middle of it as Jerry lit the lantern with a match.

"Tie up the doorway," Jerry told me.

I found the little straps and tied it shut, then dropped the roll that hung over the doorway inside and tied the straps down. There were no windows in the tent. The two, sloping sides meant we had to bend over if we stood up near the sides, but front and back, even Jerry could stand upright.

Jeremy threw the blankets down and we spread them out, covering most of the ground. We sat down and Jerry opened the thermos bottles and poured punch into the plastic cups Eric had carried. Mark passed out the cookies.

We immediately began talking about the meeting, and how most of us had seen friends we didn't expect.

"Did coach go home alone?" I asked.

"Probably," Jerry said. "Why?"

I shrugged. I wish I had known that. I might have gone home with him instead.

Probably not, I thought then, not if I had known I was going to end up in a tent with Jerry and the guys. But I didn't, so I might have.

"Does he always go home alone?" I asked.

"Well, usually, we don't go home. You guys have to ask to camp out next weekend. We're staying out there in this tent, where I showed you. Okay? If you can't, I'll bring you home and then go back."

"Cool!" we all said, almost in unison.

The cookies and punch didn't last long. We'd only had hotdogs at the meeting, and being growing boys, well, that hadn't mattered much. And, being growing boys, in a tent together, and after what we had been doing all week, it wasn't long before Jerry told us to stand up. We did, grinning, recognizing his tone. He stayed on the floor, sitting cross-legged, grinning up at us.

"I was proud of you guys tonight. You didn't cheat for the battle, you cooperated, came up with a good battle plan, and we kicked butt."

"Too bad we didn't win. Lost by one!" Mark exclaimed.

"Well, didn't matter," Jerry said.

"You would have won for individual if we didn't split up and share the flags," I pointed out.

"Yeah, but you think I want my underwear full of dimes all night?" Jerry said, laughing. "Besides, none of us leaders would win. We all agreed to make sure we shared flags with at least one of our guys so we wouldn't. Now, enough about the jamboree."

He rubbed his hands together and looked us all over, grinning. We all snickered. It was the first time I had been with the group while David was there. He seemed to be far less shy and embarrassed now, after his time with the group yesterday. He grinned as wide as the rest of us.

"Hands behind your backs," Jerry ordered.

"Yes, sir," we all said, and stood there, mostly at attention, hands clasped behind our backs, chests pushed out, trying not to giggle.

"In a circle around me."

We shuffled into position. We all looked around at each other, our excitement obvious on all of us, even small Eric. Jerry looked up at us, one at a time, smiling, gazing over us head to toe, before moving on the examine the next.

"I have a problem," Jerry said.

"What's that?" some of us asked.

"I don't know where to start," he answered.

We laughed softly.

"I have a suggestion, sir," Mark said.

"What's that?" Jerry asked him.

"Well, since Freddie and I were alone last time, we didn't get to see... David. Sir. And he didn't get to see Freddie."

"Oh, good point. So, how about this. Why don't the two of you kneel in front of David, and help him out of his clothes."

He hadn't asked, it was more statement, so we did. Mark and I kneeled in front of the giggling, red-faced redhead, and we each untied one shoe, and helped him step out of it. Then we removed his socks. Then we helped him out of his shirt. His pale skin almost glowed in the lantern light. His pink nipples were small and stood out clearly against his pale skin. Mark unzipped his jeans as I unfastened them, then we slid them down his legs and helped him step out of them. He was fully hard already, but so was I. Then both of us pulled his briefs down. His pecker popped out and up. The foreskin covered his head. His balls were small still, but starting to grow, and barely hung instead of being a small pouch tucked up against him. His red pubes almost looked like fire in the yellow light of the lantern. He giggled and tried not to laugh out loud.

Mark reach up to grab his penis, but Jerry said, "Now, now, Mark, not yet. You and Freddie stand together and let David strip you both."

We gave each other a quick, surprised glance, then stood up and let David get to work. Jeremy and Eric giggled as David stripped us. It was so erotic to be undressed like that! And David's blush made it so much more fun. And Mark kept elbowing me and grinning at me.

Finally, we were both naked, and David was looking from one to the other of us as our dorks pointed at him. He looked at Jerry for instructions.

"David. Remember what you said yesterday?"

David gasped out loud and looked horrified. He swallowed, then nodded.

"Say it."

"Sir?"

His voice shook.

"Go ahead."

David looked up at Mark, his face so red I wondered if he was going to burst into flames. His face was even redder than his orange-red hair. He swallowed again. He couldn't seem to look away from Mark's face. He opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

"Go ahead, David," Jerry said gently.

"Mark... Mark is completely adorable."

Mark gasped a little, and his eyes grew wider. David's eyes flicked to Mark's erection then back to Mark's face. He wiped his brow and looked very scared.

"Go ahead. Do what you said you were dying to," Jerry said.

David looked over at Jerry and seemed to weave on his knees.

"Go ahead," Jerry said again.

David looked up at Mark, then swallowed, then looked at his erection again. Then he leaned forward and kissed the end of it. He kept kissing it, then started sliding his mouth over it. Mark sighed and shivered, then said, "Oh, gosh," as I saw David's cheeks suck inward.

David kept moving over Mark's penis, until his nose was pressed up against Mark's pale skin and sparse bush.

"Oh, geeze," Mark groaned. He reached out and put his hand on my shoulder and nearly leaned against me. "Oh, wow."

David stayed there, with all of Mark's penis in his mouth, barely moving, barely sliding along it, keeping most of it in his mouth, sucking it. The way his neck moved and the way his jaw wiggled, I was sure he was using his tongue on it, too. And from the way Mark closed his eyes and swayed on his feet, I was sure of it.

"Oh, gawd," Mark crooned, leaning heavily on my shoulder with his hand. "Geeze!"

My penis twitched and leaked. Tingles ran up from it, right through my chest. I shivered a little. It was so exciting!

Mark's breathing got faster and louder, and shakier. He kept whispering, "Oh, geeze!" and such every few seconds. David never removed more than an inch or so of Mark's penis from his mouth. His hands held onto Mark's thighs, sliding up and down them just a bit. Mark shivered and began breathing faster and louder, groaning, "Oh, geeze!" louder and more often, his eyes closed tightly.

David looked as if he were sucking on the only thing that could keep him alive. He looked as happy and content as possible with his mouth around Mark's erection. He moved so slowly, keeping almost all of Mark in his mouth, then going all the way down again and again. Mark began whining, then shaking, then said, "Oh, geeze! David! I'm gonna go!"

He leaned forward then, and shook all over, then grunted, "Oh, shit!" then gripped my shoulder so tightly that it almost hurt. He grunted several times in quick succession, his body shaking, then whined, "Oh, shit, stop! David! Please!"

David pulled away, his mouth making a popping noise. He grinned really widely, almost laughing, looking up at Mark's face. Mark straightened up and sighed, shaking once, then said, "Holy, wow!" and then laughed.

"Did I do it okay?" David asked.

"Okay?" Mark asked. "That was... holy wow!" and laughed again.

David looked as happy as I've ever seen anyone! Mark almost fell to the ground, and said, "Geeze! That was... just, wow!"

David laughed, embarrassed, then sat down in his previous location.

"Uh, David, nope," Jerry said. "Stand in front of Freddie, and Freddie, return the favor for him."

I nodded, looking forward to it. David laughed a little, then came to stand in front of me. His penis bounced with his laughs. It was longer than Marks, thinner, too, and his long foreskin covered his head. I reached up, but Jerry said, "No hands." I nodded at him, then did what I had seen David do to Mark. I kissed the very tip, then slowly slid my lips over it, pushing the foreskin back with them, and began sucking as soon as I did. I slid further along it, wondering how much of it I could get in. I had gagged a little when doing Mark that way, and he was shorter than David. I didn't think I had a chance of sucking all of David's longer one. But I kept sliding down, sucking, and using my tongue on it. David groaned and I tasted that salty stuff.

My penis felt like it was being sucked. Sort of, not nearly as good, but it was surely tingling like mad!

I kept sliding slowly along his long penis, until it touched the back of my throat and I almost gagged. I backed off just a bit and stayed there, sucking and licking. David grunted with each breath, which grew faster and faster. His penis jumped from time to time and I tasted more saltiness. I liked it, a lot. I loved how his head felt on my tongue, and the warm, hard, soft feeling of it and his shaft. It was just so much fun!

My own penis was dancing, and I knew leaking. It tingled like mad! Tickled, even. I kept my hands behind my back and slid up and down David's long erection. He kept grunting that soft, "Uh!" over and over, then said, "I'm gonna!"

I felt his penis thicken and pulse, then tasted that bitter, thick, gooey stuff filling my mouth. It fired out of him like spitballs and struck the back of my mouth. "Oh, man!" David panted again and again as his stuff filled my mouth and I swallowed as fast as I could. Then he pulled back suddenly and said, "Oh, stop!"

His penis was deeply purple on the head, and his foreskin began sliding slowly over it almost immediately. His balls were almost pulled up inside of him. His body shivered a little and his breath was rapid and shallow. He smiled just as widely as he had just after Mark had finished in his mouth. I wondered if I was smiling as widely. I had sure enjoyed it enough to be!

David almost fell to the ground in his place, grinning and blowing his breath out explosively.

"Freddie, undress Jeremy."

I moved over and did so, enjoying do it. My erection throbbed powerfully as I removed his shoes, his socks, his shirt, his jeans, and his shorts. His nipples were darker than mine, and smaller. He was paler, too, and less muscled, being a townie. His pubic hair was darker than mine, but there was slightly less of it. But being darker, it looked to be about the same amount. His penis was nearly exactly like mine, and his balls were just a little bit smaller and hung higher. His long, nice penis stood out, red on the head and already soaking wet. I reached out to grab it.

"No hands," Jerry said to me.

I nodded, then kissed just the tip of it, tasting the salty fluid there, then began slowly sliding my lips down its length. Jerry sighed and moaned, "Geeze, wow," and shivered. By the time I felt his few pubic hairs tickling my nose, Jeremy was shaking a little. I even managed to push my nose into them once, but almost gagged. Jeremy groaned deep in his throat, making it really tempting to try it again. I moved slowly up and down on it, sucking and licking.

"Freddie, man, that's the best!"

I loved how long it lasted like this. Without using hands, he seemed to last far longer than ever before. That gave me far more time doing it, which was just awesome! My own penis was dancing a jitterbug! The heavy, intense tingles shot all through me. Even my chest tingled!

I pushed myself and went all the way down, until I felt my nose in his pubic hair again. When I did, he whined and said, "Gonna!" then did.

I felt his penis bend once, I moved an inch or so away, then felt his semen filling my mouth. It wasn't as bitter as David's, but there was just as much, if not more. It didn't come out as fast or hit the back of my mouth as hard, either, so it was easier to swallow it and keep up. He panted "Geeze!" over and over, barely able to hold his hips still. When nothing more came out, I slid up and off, still sucking, and Jeremy grunted and sighed the second his penis fell out of my mouth.

"Oh, man!" he sighed, then sat down heavily, grinning widely. "Wow!"

"Now Eric," Jerry said, not having moved an inch.

I nodded and moved in front of him. He was the smallest of us, in every way. I didn't hold that against him at all. He was very cute. His white hair was really neat, and his green eyes were almost stunning. His freckles were perfectly arranged, and his red, lush lips were really something. He grinned so wide as I got ready in front of him. He giggled as I started untying his shoes. I took off his socks. Then his shirt. His little nipples were pale, as was his skin. He was really pale, all over. He was about as close to an albino as you could get, without actually being one. Except those amazing green eyes and his freckles. I undid his pants, slid them down, and saw how hard his little penis was. It was maybe four inches long, at most. He barely had any pubic hair, and because it was so light, he looked completely bald. His little balls were invisible inside his little, pink sack. Once he stepped out of his briefs, I leaned forward and kissed his small penis, then began sliding down it. It was short, and I had my nose pressed into the very few hairs at the base in no time. And he was panting and whining right away. His salty fluid was almost sweet compared to the others. He made less of it, but more often, and it had a nice, light taste.

My penis was just going crazy! Tingles ran outward from it and my testes, filling me up with them. I wanted to groan and whine, and beg. I needed someone to touch it so badly! It leaked so much, that I felt some running down the front of my scrotum and dripping off there.

"Sheeze!" was his favorite word, and he used it a lot! His little dork throbbed on my tongue. It was so amazingly hard! Like a little metal bar. And there was no loose skin on it at all. Nothing slid along on it as I moved my lips up and down the short length of it. His little head was fun to flick my tongue across, and he jerked and hissed every time I did it.

"Gonna!" he grunted too soon, and he went off, making the least semen, but he wiggled and groaned the most and loudest. And his little erection seemed to flex and bend the most of anyone! It was amazing how it seemed to move, like an inchworm.

He shoved me off with a grunt, and then held his privates with both hands, laughing and red-faced, breathing quickly.

He might have been the cutest when he had his orgasm. It was so cute! He sat down, still holding his privates and grinning so cutely.

I was done doing him, so I reached down to my pounding erection, ready to beat it like a lying, thieving, bastard child.

"One more to go," Jerry said, standing up.

The best for last! I thought with glee. I bounded over and undressed him. His big, strong body was finally exposed, and I really, really ached to touch it. I knew he would say, "No hands," if I reached up, though, so I kissed the end of his long, thick penis, and began sliding down it.

He groaned deeply, and his nice, big erection swelled up over and over as I slid more and more of it into my mouth. I loved his taste. His was stronger and more musky than the others. I groaned myself as I tasted him, as I took more and more of him into my mouth.

"Oh, shit, Freddie, you are so good!" Jerry said softly.

I smiled around his erection. I slid my mouth over as much of it as I could, wishing I could take it all. I gagged before my nose was near his thick, dark pubes. I ached to take more, but I couldn't. I did what I could, though. I sucked and licked, and moved slowly up and down.

The fluid leaking from my penis was running freely down the underside of it, then down the front of my scrotum, and dripping from there. My penis throbbed and ached. I'd never felt such a deep, throbbing, pulling ache down there before. It was as if my scrotum and penis were imploding from being ignored, had figured that since I was ignoring them, they might as well just vanish up inside of me.

He lasted for such a long time! His salty fluid rewarded me many times before his long, heavy penis began shuddering, and he said, "Going, Freddie!"

I held only the head of it between my lips as it bucked and shot into my mouth, filling it again and again. He made so much! And it wasn't bitter, just heavily musky and earthy. Wow, how I loved it! I counted ten nice big shots of semen before he pulled slowly out of my mouth. It made a loud popping noise when it cleared my lips.

"Oh, sheeze! Man, Freddie, you're a natural!"

He smiled down at me, making me smile up at him. He was so handsome! I badly wanted to touch him, at least some. But even more, I ached, burned to touch myself.

I begged him with my eyes, my expression. I knew that if I didn't do it to myself soon, that I'd die!

Jerry grinned at me, then reached down and ran his finger up along the underside of my erection, then over the very tip. I gasped out loud and shuddered from head to toe. I almost had an orgasm!

He licked his finger, smiling. He sucked his finger.

"Guys?" he asked, looking behind me. "Who's ready for more?"

They all raised their hands, grinning, and said, "Me, sir!"

Jerry looked at me, grinned more, than said, "Lay down on your back, Freddie."

I did, wondering what was coming.

"Okay, guys, all of you, take care of Freddie. Slow! Make it last!"

They descended on me, grinning, laughing, touching, licking, sucking, stroking, probing. Eight hands, four mouths, forty fingers. They wouldn't let me finish. I'd get close, they'd just tickle me and touch me everywhere but there. They took turns sucking softly, playing with my balls, running their hands over me, kissing and sucking my nipples, probing between my legs, into me, pushing against that incredible place inside. I'd get close, and they'd go back to touching me everywhere else, but not there. I was sweating and shivering. Panting, almost unable to breathe. My heart was racing like a revving engine. My entire body was tingling so strongly that it almost felt like a numbness.

Then, finally, Jerry took over, using his mouth on my erection, and using two fingers inside of me, gently stroking across that special place. His other hand followed his mouth, up and down, twisting and turning, slowly. The pressure grew. I warned him.

Then his mouth was gone, and his hand moved slowly up and down my penis, slowly, almost in time with the movements of his fingers inside me. Then convulsions wracked my entire body. I saw a globule of white fire upward from my penis, high into the air, the guys all going, "Oooo!" and land on my chest. Jerry's hand moved on my penis once, up then down, and another fired upward, landing near the first. His hand moved again, once, and I shot again. Nearly torturous pressure finally relieved in body-twisting pleasure. Again, one stroke, explosion. Stroke, throb, squirt, full-body spasm. Again. Again. It was torture! Pleasure raised to a level that caused my lungs to heave with each stroke and explosion of semen.

Then there was no more coming, and my body tensed and collapsed. Then I cried out, "Ahhh!" as Jerry's hand slid over my head, lubricated with his spit and my semen. It was the most intense moment of my life! The previous orgasm were mere shadows! My entire body was wrapped up in the effort to drain my testicles of every last sperm cell.

My penis still throbbed, still tried to expel more semen, but there was no more. Yet it went through the motions. Jerry held it tightly, pulling the skin back toward my body, and it tried and tried to shoot more. It was... no words describe it!

I almost lost consciousness. My eyes rolled up, closed. I stopped even thinking.

Throb, pulse. Throb, pulse. Again. Again. Until my erection grew hot and nearly painful, and I screamed out, "Fuck!" when Jerry's hand stroked all the way up and over my head. My body jerked so powerfully that I rolled onto my side and curled up over my aching, hot gonads, shuddering and panting. And laughing.

"I never knew somebody could make so much!" Eric said in awe.

"Neither did I," I groaned.

They all laughed.

"It hurts," I moaned.

"Not really," Jerry said softly.

"No, not really," I agreed. "But almost."

"It'll recover by morning," Jerry said.

"I don't know," I whined, still curled into a ball on my side, shuddering all over.

The heavy tingle between my thighs subsided, replaced by a heavier throbbing and warmth. It actually felt hot down there. Almost hollow. But nice. Oh, so nice.

When I sat up, I saw the five of them in a writhing pile. I was amazed! Legs, arms, faces, gonads, all twisted together. I watched, as one by one, they finished and crawled out of the pile to join me along the side of the tent. First was Jeremy, panting and sweaty. We sat there, grinning, making comments as they continued touching, sucking, licking. Next, David came to join us, his face deeply red and sweat covering his body. He had to pant for a while before he could talk, but was all grins. Jerry and Eric were an awkward couple. Jerry was to tall, and Eric so short. They ended up with Eric on his back and Jerry on his hands and knees over him, sucking each other. My eyes were almost entirely glued to Jerry's posterior, and the dark, secret place that was so fully exposed there. I grew hard, surprising myself.

Jeremy leaned over and down and took it into his mouth. I held onto the back of his head as he moved quickly up and down on it. Jerry finished, and I saw the muscles there near his anus moving as he filled little Eric's mouth. Jerry kept doing it to Eric, until Eric cried out, "Oh, Jer!" and bucked as he fired into Jerry's mouth.

Then I was filling Jeremy's mouth, painfully, excruciatingly pleasantly, gasping, holding onto the back of Jeremy's head with both hands, my body twitching and tingling.

Eventually, I noticed David leaning down over Jeremy's lap, and saw him bobbing up and down. I watched, Jeremy playing with my soft, ticklish penis, until Jeremy grunted and David swallowed. By then, I was stretched out on my side, using my mouth on David's erection. I kept going until David's hot semen exploded into my mouth again.

Everyone was lying quietly now. I licked David clean, no one noticing but him, until he pushed me away, snickering and grinning.

The rest of them were curled up against each other and me, eyes closed, breathing slowly and evenly. I didn't move. I grinned. I fell asleep.

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