The Tent – 5 and final

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Hooper went with me on the bee trail hike. Trace and David sat with us at lunch. After lunch, I was the only one signed up for the mile swim so we split up again. My time on the swim was good, but I was hurrying to get done because I was afraid the other three would doing things without me — sexing things.

The four of us, met up again at supper. I felt better because it didn’t sound like they’d done anything without me, though we couldn’t talk about that directly because other buddies were at the table with us.

I especially didn’t want Hooper doing anything without me. We liked each other. But then David was the one who hung closest to me at supper and after, and then on the way to the evening campfire. It was clear he liked me, and honestly, I liked him, too. He wasn’t short and cute like Hooper. In fact, he was a skinny guy who looked a little like a stick with a butt on it. But it was a nice butt, and his long, smooth legs seemed sexy to me after having been between them the night before. He didn’t seem as cute as Hooper, but I decided that was because I was so used to him hanging around all the time with Trace. As we took our seats at the campfire, and our eyes met, I decided that I really liked David’s wide set blue eyes and his lips which were naturally redder than most guys’.

David sat close on one side of me and Hooper sat close on the other. Trace sat just as close on Hooper’s other side. I thought about Trace doing stuff with Hooper, but decided it was okay if I was going to be doing things with David at the same time. That is, as long as Hooper still wanted to do things with me, too. I was pretty sure he would.

We leaned against each other and laid arms over shoulders and patted backs — all the kinds of things that guys that age do with each other anyway. We simply did more than normal, and we had boners.

Hooper was first into the tent that night. Trace followed and tackled Hooper down onto the bedrolls. David and I went in, and when I knelt to zip up the tent behind us, David dropped to his knees facing me. Trace and Hooper rolled back and forth, laughing. David’s eyes met mine uncertainly and he laid a hand on my shoulder. Hooper’s laughs were suddenly muffled. I looked and Trace was on top of him. They were kissing. David put his other hand on my other shoulder.

I turned back to David and he leaned close to kiss me. I slipped my arm behind his waist. We pulled together, belly-to-belly. I felt the front of his shorts. He was hard. I rubbed his boner and his mouth opened to mine. I pulled down the zipper of his shorts and worked my fingers inside and into the fly of his boxers. I found the soft skin of his boner, and closed my fingers around it, skinnier than Hooper’s, but longer. David moaned softly into our kiss.

“We wanna get our dicks sucked,” Trace said from where he lay atop Hooper.

I turned my head toward Trace, and David laid his head on my shoulder. I stroked him and waited to see what my brother had in mind.

“David and I figured out we can all do it at one time,” Trace told us as he knelt up off Hooper. “We’ll make a square.” He pointed at me. “You can suck David and he can suck me, and I’ll suck Hooper and he can suck you,” he said, pointing to each of us in turn.

I glanced at Hooper, and he shrugged. “Okay,” I said. “Let’s do it.”

Letting go of David’s boner, I pulled off my shirt. The others stripped, too, and naked, we got into the square Trace had described. My face was at David’s crotch and Hooper’s was at mine. There obviously wasn’t as much light as that morning when I got a good look at Hooper’s dick, but my eyes had adjusted to what light there was, and I got a close-up look at David’s slender boner. He had no pubic hair yet, but his genitals had already grown large the way they do at puberty. So had his balls. His smell was lighter, cleaner than Hooper’s, but I liked it. I stuck my nose between his legs and took a deeper whiff.

His legs were absolutely smooth. So was his ballsack and dick. I pressed my face to his balls. They were moist and warm. At the same time, Hooper lifted my balls on his fingers and tested the thickness of the skin of my scrotum between his thumb and forefinger. I felt his breath on my crotch, and then his other hand on my dick. His wet mouth closed over the end of my dick and I shuddered.

It took concentration as he began to suck, for me to close my mouth around the end of David’s dick. I swirled it with my tongue and heard him whimper.