The radio proclaimed 101 degrees as the day's high temperature in late June; unusual and a new record and predicted to continue. School's out and it is too hot to do anything. Phooey! Lance suggests hiking to the pond and we all agree. At least, it ends the boredom. "The farmer who owns it keeps a razor wire fence around it. Why bother to go?" "Fence is gone. New owner. Not many kids know about it." "Too fuckin' hot to walk all the way over there," Roger said. Roger always pissed on any ideas. Fat and lazy, he just wanted to stay home under a shady tree. His parents were religious fanatics, so he seldom got to join us on any of our adventures. "Come on, you big baby," I taunted, knowing it wouldn't do any good. "You guys go without me." We knew that would be his answer and were already beginning the short walk to the pond. Down our hill to the top of the next, an easy walk even for fatso Roger. "We need to just quit asking him. Even when he comes, he gripes about everything," Garret said. We all agreed, even though we knew we wouldn't do that. "Look!" Garret shouted. "A raft! Let's go!" We knew the drill: naked when our moms weren't around. We stripped and ran toward the raft, a section of two plywood sheets built on some 2 X 4 supports. The raft was covered in slime and had a large hole near one side. Perfect; what more could a kid want? We quickly discovered that the raft required delicate balancing in order to stay right side up, but by being naked, the water just felt good. Garret took command. "One guy get on and wait for it to settle down. Then another one gets on. Then one more until I climb on last." We eagerly agreed and boarded the finest ship in the world with no trouble at all, but we couldn't figure out how to cast off.
We had to decide how to cast off and still keep the ship balanced. It turned out to be easier that we thought, but we were proud of ourselves for thinking ahead like that. (We were also happy that I had carried a stick (or beating away rattlesnakes who hid under the bushes we passed on the way to the pond. Soon, we were off to faraway Africa all the way on the other side of the pond. We had to switch off with the stick to keep the raft afloat in the shallow pond, but eventually we found Africa right where they left it when they put it there. We all touched the shore and baptised it with boy pee, then carefully boarded for the return perilous journey. Garret, ever the sharp-eyed voyeur, spotted natives on the American shore. "What the fuck? Where did they come from?" On the shore, some teenagers were making out and drinking beer. More were approaching from just below the crest of the hill. Even though we were all naked, we knew the teenagers were too busy and drunk to notice. We watched and got boners watching them mess around. "Too bad they aren't fucking, " I said as the other guys just stared and tried to pretend they didn't have hard-ons. Even though we had boners and wanted to see if the teenagers went any further, it was about lunch time, so we headed for home. Good old Roger didn't be;ieve us, so we dared him to go back to the pond with us after lunch. This time, he did not make any excuses. When we got back to the pond, the teens had already gone, so we talked Roger into getting naked and using the raft with us. About the time we were in the middle of the lake, we saw this snake coming toward us. When it got to the raft, we all scrambled to avoid it, forgetting about needing to keep the raft balanced. The raft tilted to one side suddenly when the snake was just starting across. The sudden movement threw the snake up into the air, causing it to go flying a few feet away. Of course, it also caused us to get dumped into the pond. "Help me! Help!" Roger and one other boy screamed. "Just stand up, This pond is very shallow. You'll be fine." Of course, standing up didn't help much considering how soft the mud under the water was, so he had to grab the raft to help us move our feet and get to shore. Once wee were there, we saw that the teenagers were all fucking or sucking, but we were so muddy, we didn''t stop to watch; we just headed home, struggling to make our clothes fit over the gobs of mud. When we returned the next morning, everything was different. All of the kids having sex were boys! None of us even knew boys could fuck each other and wondered what kid of jerks these kids were. We also noticed that there were two guys with cameras filming the kids who were fucking. What's going on? we wondered. Even though we had never seen anything like this, our pricks knew just what to do and got very hard, I began wondering if we could do these things, too, but didn't think my friends would be doing this kind of unnatural stuff if I asked them. Suddenly, Garret started yelling, "Quick! Get out of here! Look who's coming!" We all figured it was one of our parents, but it turned out to be cops who were gathering at the bottom of the hill We skedaddled, except for Roger who was sitting down stroking and not paying attention. As we charged down the hill, one cop make like he was going to catch us, but turned back toward where all of the cops were running.. We found our clothes right where we usually hid them, put them on, and headed for home in a hurry. When Roger didn't return home with us, his mother called around to find him, but had no luck, so she called the sheriff. When she gave the name she was looking for, the sheriff told her that he was there and that both parents would have to come to the station as soon as they could to pick him up. "Why both of us?" Roger's mother asked. "Because he was the victim of a serious crime and we want to talk to you about how to help him out." It took an hour and twenty minutes for Roger's parents to get to the station. Inside, they were greeted by a sergeant and a welfare worker. "Your son may have been molested as part of a groups of kids forced to be in a porno film," the sergeant told them. "Kids who have been traumatized like that usually need a lot or therapy, so this is Mr. Wellington from Child Protective Services to help you son. Come right this way ao go find Roger."
Of course, Roger had not been a victim of the film crews, but his parents were convinced that he had been a victim of his bad influencing friends, US.
Of course, Roger was forbidden to see us ever again, so we only saw him from a distance. But, now that we knew that boys do fuck other boys, we have been too busy to care about Roger at all.
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