Robert and Johnny-The rest of the story Ch 16
The following is a work of fiction: Although it is based on actual characters and locations, the rest is purely fictional. This story depicts sexual situations between males and females of various ages and, may include incest as well. If reading such is illegal where you reside, or you are not at least 18 years of age, please read at your own risk. This work is the property of the author Kewl Dad, and should not be re-posted or reproduced without his permission. © 2017-2022
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This is the continuing story of Robert and Johnny, who first appeared in my short series: My 11th Summer. Although intended to be a simple stand alone short series, My 11th Summer was so popular, not only with my readers, but myself, that I decided to continue the saga in Tween to Teen. And now, as the boys finish High School and move on to College and their adult life, the final part of the saga begins. So, for those who have been following the stories these last 3 years, here is part 3 of the trilogy, which I am calling: Robert and Johnny-The rest of the story. Enjoy.
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Robert and Johnny
The rest of the story
(Part three of the trilogy began in My 11th Summer, then Tween to Teen)
By: Kewl Dad
Chapter 16
The campout continues
L to R: Campsite, Kid's fishing pond, Deep end of creek, Spillway from creek level.
The first day of our campout was over, but the night had just begun for Johnny and me. We knew from Mikey's many sleepovers in Tahlequah, that he was a sound sleeper, even if we'd never chanced more than some snuggling or kissing with Mikey in our bed. But now, here in the tent, with Mikey on one side and Johnny on the other, the time was ripe for a little more than just snuggling.
We'd pretty much wore the little guy out with all the activities of the day, and once he'd settled down, sleep came quickly. Even then we waited quite a while before we began quietly making out.
With our hands down each other's briefs, and our lips locked together to muffle our moans, we began jerking each other off slowly, ever vigilant for any sign Mikey was stirring. Fortunately, as usual, Mikey was out like a light.
I really wanted more, to at least suck Johnny off, but I knew we were limited in what we could do, so I settled for a hand job. Not that Johnny's hand jobs weren't great too, but I longed for the taste of my man's delicious cock and his salty/sweet cum.
I guess Johnny must've been feeling the same way too, because suddenly he broke the kiss and whispered in my ear to follow him. I raised a eyebrow, but once I was satisfied that Mikey was still sound asleep, I was right on Johnny's tail as he crawled toward the door. I was tempted to plant my nose in his crack and take a big sniff, but I was afraid he'd cry out and the jig would be up.
Carefully, inch by inch, Johnny quietly unzipped the tent door and slipped out onto the tarp we'd place there, then stood. I was right behind him, and as we slipped on our shower thongs, no not that kind of thong...shoes, he led me into the shadows of that big tree near our tent.
Once there, we came together again, kissing and feeling each other up, the cool night air and the smell of trees and grass, filling our lungs and adding to our excitement. There is something so thrilling about 'doing it' in the woods, and I was so hard I hurt.
Fortunately, Johnny dropped to his knees after only a few minutes, and suddenly my throbbing, oozing cock was surrounded by his hot wet mouth. I did moan a little then, confident Mikey couldn't hear me even if he was awake, as I ran my fingers through Johnny shaggy mop of hair and held on for dear life.
I was so horny that I must've set some kind of personal record for quickest cum, for suddenly my knees went weak, and I began to blast off in Johnny's mouth, emptying my balls with the intensity of a garden hose.
Johnny enthusiastically swallowed most of it before tongue buffing my cock head clean, then standing to share my cum in a hot wet kiss. We kissed for a long time as I came back to earth, but soon I was on my knees, getting what I'd been wanting all day, my lover's cock.
I took my time, savoring his flavor, stopping only long enough to slobber on his balls before going back at it, slurping and licking as if I was trying to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop.
To his credit, Johnny was doing a good job of holding back, but when I reached around and began fondling his fine ass, he began to moan a little louder. But the deal breaker was when I suddenly let my finger drift into his crack and I found his pucker. I didn't try to enter him since my finger was dry, but I started rubbing his little grommet as I intensified my assault on his prick, and the result was inevitable. Crying out a bit too loudly for my benefit, Johnny grabbed my head and buried his cock to the hilt and began to feed me his hot tasty cum.
I pulled back some so I could get a good taste of him, no way was I going to let all that creamy goodness go down my throat, and managed somehow to contain it all in my mouth. Once I was confident he was finished, I rose and began kissing him, sharing his cum till it was just a pleasant memory on our lips and tongue.
"Wow, that was intense," Johnny said hugging me to him, "my knees are still shaking.
"Just gets better all the time, doesn't it," I said smiling, "you ain't so bad at sucking dick yourself," I added chuckling.
"I guess we should get back in there," Johnny said then, "don't want him to wake up and find us gone."
"In a minute," I said taking Johnny's hand and leading him over to the picnic table.
The cement was cool beneath on my underwear clad butt as I sat down and pulled Johnny down by my side, but it actually felt pleasant after heating up with Johnny.
"It's so nice out here," I said, swiping at my sweaty brow, "I just want to breathe in the fresh air for a little while longer."
"It is nice," Johnny said slipping an arm around me, "I love this place. Every time we come here it seems like we make a whole bunch of new memories."
"Yeah, like doing it by the big tree," I chuckled, "I can almost see our younger selves slipping off and doing something like that. Where did our childhood go?" I sighed.
"We grew up, but we had a great time getting here, and there's lots more good times ahead," Johnny said, leaning in to kiss me.
"Oh, there you two are," a sleepy voice said from behind us.
It was Mikey of course, dressed only in his tighty whities and rubbing sleep from his eyes, "I need to go pee."
"Have at it," Johnny laughed, seemingly unperturbed by Mikey's sudden appearance.
"Okay, Mikey said, but he did walk a short distance away before he pulled out his penis and began watering the grass.
I don't think he was shy about us seeing him pee, but we'd taught him that you didn't pee or shit in your own cage, and he didn't want to stink up our picnic area.
When he was done he bounced over and plopped down on Johnny's lap as if he belonged there.
"Did you guys have fun?" he asked, and even in the dark I could see his mischievous grin.
"What do you mean?" I stammered as I turned beet red.
"It's okay, I get it. I know you and Johnny are boyfriends, I'm not dumb."
"Yes, we had fun," I said, deciding honesty might be the best policy in Mikey's case, "but we love each other very much, and we always have fun when we're together."
"Yeah, but it's more fun when you play 'hot dog' games right?"
Johnny burst into laughter, and it was all I could do to keep a straight face, "Where did you hear that?" I wondered aloud.
"Little Joe," he said, not elaborating.
I wondered if his cousin Joe had done more than tell him about hot dog games, but I was afraid to ask. Knowing Mikey as I did, he might go into a detailed description if they had. No, it was best to just skirt around the subject, if possible.
"Well, those kinds of things are very personal and private..." I began.
"Oh Robert, why lie to the boy?" Johnny chuckled, "he's not a little kid anymore, he knows what's up, don't ya Mikey?"
"I don't know everything," Mikey said seriously, "but I know it's not bad what you guys do. Uncle Joe says it's only natural for boys to...to do that stuff," he said then, bringing up one more question.
"Uh, Uncle Joe talked to you about this stuff?" I stammered.
"Yeah, when he caught me and Little Joe playing 'hot dog' games," he said without embarrassment.
"Oh man," I moaned, but Johnny just laughed.
"He's right," Johnny said then, "there is nothing wrong with two boys doing that stuff, but like Robert says, it's kind of personal, so be careful who you tell."
"I know, I'd never tell mom and dad, but I trust you guys," he said, leaning back into Johnny and pulling is arms around him.
"Making yourself comfy?" I chuckled, "what's happened to my little brother?" I sighed.
"He's right here," Mikey laughed, "can't you see me, brother?" he joked. He was such a funny little guy, "am I invisible?"
"Oh, no...I can see you," I said digging my fingers into his middle and tickling him, causing him to giggle. Here was my little brother, the innocent kid that loved a good tickle.
We sat there a long time that night, but after that initial interaction we didn't talk much. Mikey dozed off and on in Johnny's lap, and eventually he carried him to the tent, and the little stinker never woke. I piled down by my man as a million thoughts swept through my head, but in the end, I decided this was the natural order of things. Kids grew up, became men, and there was always a new generation of kids growing up right behind them. Mikey was our next generation, and he would no doubt experience the same things we had, and sex was one of those things. I applauded my Uncle Joe for handling that embarrassing situation so delicately, but I shouldn't have expected less. For after all, I think he knew about me and Johnny long before anyone else did, and he was always cool with us. He loved us both, still does, and we love him and his family, and have always been close.
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Everyone, including me, was rested and in good spirits the next morning, and after a delicious breakfast cooked on the Coleman stove, we cleaned up the mess and mapped out our day.
Mikey insisted that we go swimming, just in case John and Fred showed up again, and Johnny and I agreed easily. We'd had a good time the day before, and weird as it might sound, I was looking forward to seeing John again, and see what he might be up to today.
We changed into our swimsuits and drove the short distance to the creek, but there was no sign of the two brothers. In fact, there were no kids at all in the water, only a man and woman who were in the deeper part, floating about, facing one another and apparently engaged in conversation.
It was only 11 by then, and the water was a little cold, especially in the deeper places, but we soon became accustomed to it. Mikey was disappointed that our new friends hadn't shown up yet, but he soon forgot about then and engaged us in play and was having a good time.
We were just floating about, holding on to the inner tubes and raft when an old pickup approached, and we recognized it right away as the one that had picked up John and Fred the day before.
"It's them," Mikey said excitedly as the pickup pulled up to a stop, dust flying all around it and the two brothers piled out of the back.
No sooner had the two landed on the ground, then the old pickup began to back up, and in a cloud of dust and smoke, it chugged off. Immediately, John and Fred homed in on us and were crashing through the water to join us.
"Hi you guys," Mikey said swimming up to meet the two brothers, "We were afraid you weren't gonna come."
"We just had to wait for grandpa to come bring us. We coulda' walked, but it's a ways, so we waited," John explained.
"Can we ride the tubes down again?" Fred asked excitedly, "I wanna ride with you," he added giving me a shy smile.
"Sounds fine to me," I said easily, "guys, you wanna do that?"
Of course they did, especially Mikey, who seemed anxious to ride his tube down sitting on John's lap. As before, Johnny took the raft down...all alone, but he would get his chance to ride down with one of the boys next turn.
I hopped into the huge inner tube, and Johnny hefted Fred onto my lap, facing me. This was different, but nice, cause now we could see each other's face as we navigated the current down the creek.
I could feel Fred's skinny little bottom against my cock, and of course the inevitable happened, and quickly. I tried to ignore it, but I swear the kid seemed to be wiggling around as if he was trying to see just how hard he could make me. Or maybe my dong was poking him and he was just trying to get comfortable. Whatever the reason, I feared that if he kept that up too much longer there'd be a mess in my swim trunks, and possibly on his backside as well.
Fortunately, Fred settled down as the excitement of the ride overtook him, and we made it to the far end without an eruption on my part. As we spilled out of the inner tube, Mikey and John arrived, Mikey on John's lap, and both were giggling about something, and I don't think it was the ride.
By the time we were ready to head back upstream again, my boner had wilted, but I swear both John's and Mikey's swim trunks appeared to be tented a little. It was a little unsettling to think about my kid brother being all boned up, especially if John was the cause, but after our little talk the night before, I finally decided there was really nothing to be worried about. Boys will be boys, always have been, always will be, and there was no harm in these two boys having a little fun.
Next ride down, Johnny took Fred on his lap, but John and Mikey insisted on going together again, so I took the raft down. Laying on my stomach, I could feel my dick start to chub up again just from the contact with the squishy air mattress, and I was glad it was hidden from view.
I was a little late getting started and wound up just to the left of Mikey and John's tube, and about two feet behind them. I could hear them giggling about something, and again I don't think it had anything to do with the tube or the ride down the creek.
About then the raft must've hit a swifter part of the current and I began to pass the two, and as I came up beside them I got the shock of my life. There was no mistaking what I was seeing however, John's right hand was down Mikey's swim trunks and there was no doubt that my little brother was liking what he was doing.
Fortunately, both boys were facing away and didn't seem to notice me, but I wonder if they'd have even cared if they knew I'd seen them messing around. I arrived before both tubes, still thinking about what I'd just seen, and...and I'm not proud of this, I was so hard I hurt. Don't get me wrong, I didn't want to mess with either of those boys, especially my little brother, but there was just something so exciting and wicked about knowing what they were doing. The same sort of stuff my friends and I had done so many times I couldn't count, and...again, I realized that this was the natural order of things, and I had nothing to worry about.
We rode down the creek several more times, and John and Mikey made it a point to share a tube every time. As soon as I could, I got Johnny aside and told him what I'd witnessed, and he cracked up laughing.
"Good for them," he said once he'd settled down, "I wonder if Mikey's had his hand down John's trunks too?"
"I'd bet on it," I said with a grin, "they keep switching who's on bottom each time."
"Wow, our little Mikey has discovered sex," Johnny said, sounding proud. Then he sighed, "I remember not too long ago we were doing stuff like that. Seems like a hundred years ago."
"We still do stuff like that, and more," I chuckled.
"Oh yeah, but you know what I mean. We were innocent then. Well, not too innocent..." he added laughing, "I guess we learned early and were a bit naughtier than most boys our age."
"And we taught our friends all we knew," I reminded him, "you know, looking back on that, I think we were all a bit ahead of our age, and a bit bolder."
"Yeah, thanks to Roger," Johnny said, that sad look in his eyes that he always got when he thought of our old friend, "I wonder how many other boys he taught the ABCs of boy sex to," he added smiling, the spell broken.
"A lot, I'm sure," I said smiling, "come on, let's sit this one out and let the three go down alone..."
We sat on a blanket under a big oak tree and sipped cans of pop as the three boys headed back upstream, dragging the tubes and the air mattress. It was hot again that day, but there a slight breeze and as it dried the creek water from our bodies it cooled us down.
As we sat there, sipping our drinks and chatting about nothing in particular, an old Ford 4-door sedan pulled up, the doors flew open, and out popped a bunch of kids, boys and girls, all dressed for the water.
I counted four boys and one girl, all of them skinny and red-headed, and there was no doubt in our minds that they were siblings. Then when a red-haired woman climbed out of the driver's side, we saw where the kids had gotten their looks.
The kids disbursed to the water, hooping and hollering, and soon their excited laughter reverberated across the creek. We watched with interest as our boys came down the creek, and by the time they'd arrived, they had a welcoming committee of four Gingers.
I nudged Johnny, who just smiled as the three boys introduced themselves to the others, and before long the seven were happily splashing about and interacting as if they had known each other forever. If only adults could get along as well as most kids do. There would be no wars, only peace, and a good time had by all.
I dozed for a bit once I made sure Johnny would keep an eye on the kiddos, and when I awoke to find Johnny gone I panicked for a moment. It didn't take long to locate him though. He was in the creek, right in the middle of the gang of kids, no doubt having as much fun as they were. I watched with a smile as he hefted one of the red-haired boys up and tossed him into the water, and seconds later the kid emerged all smiles while another of his brood took his place.
The kids' mom was sitting on the creek back smoking a cigarette and watching them, but I sensed that she was glad for a little alone time. I guess it could get rough having four vivacious children under foot all the time, but I also thought that I wouldn't mind finding out. Not that Johnny and I would ever have four kids of our own, but coming from a single kid family, I'd always wanted siblings. If Johnny and I were ever lucky enough to be able to adopt, or whatever, I'd want more than one kid, that I was sure of. I'd want him, or her to have a companion, something I never had growing up, well...unless you count Johnny.
Now that I think about it, I guess Johnny and I were as close to brothers as you could get without being blood kin. Of course, our relationship had deepened over the years, becoming romantic, but we'd always loved each other, right from the first day we met. When Mikey came along, when I was around 13, I was both excited and disappointed. Excited to finally have a brother, but disappointed that we'd always be so far apart in age. But, as it turned out, we were having the time of our lives being brothers, especially now that Mikey was older and so much fun to be around.
The woman got up then, brushed off her butt, put her cigarette out in the creek, then tossed it into the rocks. I cringed seeing her do that. First of all, I hated cigarettes and smoking in general, and...I hate littering of any kind. Geesh was the world her ashtray? I'd carry a dirty napkin or tissue in my pocket till I could find a trash can before I'd litter, and Johnny was the same way. Long before it was a thing, Johnny and I were eco-friendly.
I was jogged out of my thoughts, by the arrival of Johnny, Mikey, John, and Fred, who immediately raided the ice chest and pulled out drinks. Johnny even brought me one, and I hadn't realized I was thirsty until he handed it to me. We sat and talked a bit, and Mikey excitedly talked about his new friends, the Dickens kids.
"What?" I laughed, "their name is Dickens?"
"Yep," Mikey giggled, "Bobby, Billy, Betty, and Bailey Dickens," he said proudly, having memorized all the kids' names.
"Well, if that ain't the dickens," I joked, and everyone laughed.
It suddenly occurred to me that the boys might be hungry, and I suggested we fix some sandwiches, which was met with enthusiastic cheers. They were nothing special, olive loaf and cheese, but with a little sandwich spread and onion, they were tasty and filling. I served the sandwiches with chips, and afterwards we had Oreos for dessert.
It was well after two o'clock by the time the mess was cleaned up, and the boys were eager to hit the water again. Johnny and I decided to get wet again, since we were entering the hottest part of the day, and the little Dickens met us as we waded into the creek.
Mikey proudly introduced me to his newest friends, and I was just as proud that my kid brother made friends so easily and was such a sweetheart. I learned that the kids ranged in age from six to 12, with two years between each, and I wondered if that was planned or accidental. Maybe Mr. Dickens only got horny every two years, I thought grinning, or maybe Mrs. Dickens only let him near her every two years.
They weren't the cutest kids I'd ever seen, with copper colored hair and pink skin, but their green eyes were mesmerizing and perhaps their best feature. They seemed like good kids too, a little noisy, but sweet, and the little 6 year-old girl, seemed to have taken a liking to Johnny.
I kidded him later about his new girlfriend, and he blushed and confided in me that she had actually kissed him on the cheek when he'd picked her up, at her insistence, to toss her into the water, as he had been doing with the boys.
We learned that the family lived in Disney, a short drive away, that their dad was county sheriff and gone a lot. Maybe that accounted for the gaps between kids, I thought, but surely he wasn't gone that much.
Around four o'clock, Mrs. Dickens called her brood out of the water, and though they grumbled a little to themselves, they quickly obeyed. They grabbed towels from the car, and suddenly, much to our shock, the four kids stripped off naked, dried off a bit, and changed right there in plain sight.
Fortunately, at that moment it was only the four of us as spectators, but still it seemed...unusual at best. However, that didn't keep us from watching, and I hate to admit it, but I got a little hard doing so. Of course there wasn't much to see between their legs, except maybe for Billy, the oldest, who actually had a little hair above his uncut dicky and two grape sized balls in a smooth little sac.
"Wow, they're naked," Mikey giggled, his eyes glued to the four kids.
"The little Dickens," Johnny chuckled, and we all joined in.
I tried to see if Mikey was looking mostly at the boys, or if he showed any interest in Betty's girl parts, but he seemed to be looking at everything and everyone so it was hard to tell. Mrs. Dickens had already climbed into the car, and as soon as the kids were dressed they piled in, and in a cloud of dust they drove off, leaving us to stare after them.
The boys talked about the little show we'd all witnessed, and there was quite a bit of giggling from the three, who were floating together quite closely. I can't be sure, but it seemed like there might be something going on beneath the water, but as I'm sure you know by now, I have a dirty mind. Turns out however, I was right.
It was nearly five o'clock before the two brothers' grandpa came to pick them up, and the three of us walked them to the old beat up pickup. We introduced ourselves and the old man said his name was Mr. Hawkins, but that we could call him Hank. He went on to say that John and Fred had been quite taken with us three, and talked nonstop about what fun they'd had. He chuckled when he related how they'd paced around waiting for him to bring them today, and he'd wanted to let them have as much fun as they could before picking them up.
"Too bad we can't camp out too," Fred pouted, and suddenly I had an idea. Maybe it wasn't the best idea, and maybe some people might have thought it was a bit weird, but Hank didn't seem to think so.
And so it was, that when the old man drove away, he was alone, and we had two more campers to cram into our tent. The plan was for us to drop the boys off when we got tired of them, but they wound up staying two days.
As we drove back to the campsite, the boys excitedly chattering in the back, I wondered what I'd gotten us into, but Johnny seemed almost as excited as the boys, and I relaxed some. It would be nice for Mikey to have some playmates to keep him occupied, but little did I know what kind of games the three would be playing.
End Chapter 16
Next, the action becomes, in tents...get it?...lol.
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Kewl Dad
3-24-2022
**A special thanks to my buddy Michael in NY for his much appreciated help with editing, story ideas, and illustrations. Love ya buddy.
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