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The Six Musketeers
Chapter 1
We were the best of friends. We have known each other since the first grade. If one of us showed up somewhere, the other 5 were not far behind. We did everything together. And it was like each of us had five other sets of parents.
The year we turned 16 was an important summer. We all had our driving license and received a car for our birthday. Feeling very adult, we all wanted to go on a vacation without our family. Tim's parents owned a cabin on a lake in the far north of the state. It would be too far for someone's parents to drop in to see if we were okay.
It took some talking, but we persuaded our parents to let us spend two weeks at the cabin. They asked what we would do for 2 weeks? The answer was, swim and fish. That was the right answer to give because all of our fathers like to fish. So we were given permission to spend two weeks up north.
Tim's dad gave him the keys to the station wagon and we left Saturday morning. Tim found an envelope in the car. It was addressed to Johnny at the local liquor store. We had no problems on the way north, We got to the small town near the lake and we went to the grocery store and bought some food. Then we went to the liquor store and Tim asked for Johnny and gave him the envelope. Johnny opened it read it, looked at us and then said, "Drive around to the back, I'll meet you there." So we drove around and there was Johnny standing with a case of beer. He said "If you get caught you did not get this from me." We took the case and drove off. Tim's dad had thought of everything as we also found some condoms in the car.
After we got everything put away in the cabin, we put on our swimming suits and headed to the lake. There were two rowboats at the dock just like Tim's dad had said there would be. And since it was a warm and sunny day, we were in the lake swimming. Now when you get a bunch of young boys in a lake, there is going to be some horseplay, splashing, dunking and so forth. We even use the pier as a diving board. After a while things quieted down a bit and we were just swimming and or floating.
When Scott, asked, "Where is Tim?" He wasn't there. We started to look for him, but did not find him anywhere. We were worried that he had drowned and started to dive and look for him. But we found nothing. Calvin suggested that maybe he had gone inside the cabin. So we got out of the water and went up to the cabin. We did not see him at first, but Dave looked in to one of the bedrooms and then motioned for us to be quiet and come over there. When we did, we were surprised at what we saw. There was Tim lying on the bed, naked with his eyes closed and he was stroking his cock. Being very quiet me moved into the room and surrounded the bed. We just stood there.
(Now we had all seen each other naked before; but there is a difference between locker/shower room nudity and jerking off. Now while we all did it, up to that point, we had never done it together, it was something that we did by ourselves.)
It was then that Gary pulled down his suit and started stroking his cock. Soon all of us were doing the same thing. Them Tim started to moan very loudly and he began to shoot his cum all over his chest. He shot about 6 times when he relaxed and opened his eye and saw us. "What the hell..." was all he said because that was when we shot our loads and most of ours also landed on him. He was embarrassed, but we said that he had given us a good show and made us horny. It ended up that we all laughed. He showered to clean up and then we went back to the lake.
That was the first of many things: first time we jerked off together, but not the last time; the first of what became an annual fishing trip.
We had such a good time on that first trip, that we decided to have an annual fishing trip. And fortunately our jobs allowed us to do so. We took turns selecting where we would go. We got into a routine. At dinner the last night of the trip, who ever selected the location for the next trip would announce where it would be. Now we tried to always go the same two weeks; the last week of July and the first week of August.
On these trips we had gone to may lakes and oceans. We have fished in Canada, Alaska, Hawaii, and Brazil (on the Amazon River). Steve had selected salmon fishing in Scotland. We had a good time and caught our limit, The hotel we were staying at even offered to freeze and ship our fish home for us, so the six of us were able to have salmon at home to verify that we were actually fishing. The next year the choice of places was mine and I announced that we would be fishing The Lake of the Ozarks, in Missouri. After having fished in some exotic places, I sensed some disappointment; but I tried to assure them that we were going to fish and that as long as the fishing was good, it should not matter where we went. I added that a few years ago my dad, brother and I had been there and had had a good time fishing.
The next summer we flew into St. Louis and I had arranged for a van and we drove to the lake. While there are resorts on the lake, I had arranged for a houseboat. We got our things loaded, including some basic food items, and headed out.
When I had been there with my dad, by accident, we had found a hidden cove. If you did not know what you were looking for, you would miss it. There is a narrow opening and once you are through the opening you are in a large cove that is surrounded by tree covered hills. I proceeded to the back end of the cove and we anchored the boat.
Of course, all of us started fishing and within 5 minutes we had our first fish. In fact that afternoon we all caught our limit for that day. The fishing was so good that everyday by 1:00PM we had our limit. We ate fish for breakfast, lunch, dinner and snacks. By the 5th day, we were somewhat tired of fishing. And we played cards, poker.
If you have been in Missouri in the summer, you know that it can get very hot and humid. I got bored with cards, pulled off my tee shirt and shorts. I got some whistles when I dropped my boxers and jumped in the lake. The water was cool and refreshing. Within minutes my 5 friends had stripped and joined me in the water. It was a repeat of when we were 16; splashing and dunking. After a while I got tired and climbed into the boat and went up to the roof. We had moved our mattresses up there and slept there at night.
I was just lying there, relaxing when I remembered that summer when we were 16 and watched Tim jerk off. I had reached down and was fondling my cock when I hard a noise and l opened my eyes to see my friends watching me. "Go for it Gary. Shot you load." Well I did and so did they. We stopped fishing that day. It was also the day that we stopped wearing clothes. For the next 5 days we were naked. It wasn't unusual for one or more of us to have a hard-on. One after noon, I had a massive erection and Steve said, "Come over here and lt me take care of that for you." I walked over to him and stood with the tip of my cock about 3 inches from his mouth and asked, "Are you going to stroke or suck my cock?" Which would you prefer" he asked.
(Now while we had jerked off together and even jerked each other off, we had never done any sucking, I mean we weren't gay, just normal healthily young men, In fact I had never sucked or wanted to suck a cock.)
"Oh Steve, please, suck my cock." And to everyone's surprise especially me, he did. And he did not stop until s shot my load down his throat. That resulted in a lot of questions. What did it feel like to have your cock sucked by a guy ? Was it as good as when you girl did it? What did it feel like to suck a cock? Would you do it again?
For the most part the answers were, "good", "better", "good" and "yes". Well those answers resulted in a discussion on oral and gay sex. The general consensus was that neither Steve nor I were gay. This was nothing more that if we jerked off, just doing it in a different way. Steve got most of the questions. What did it feel like when Gary came in his mouth, what did it tastes like, and would he really do it again? When he said that he would, Dave said suck me. And Steve did. When Dave stated that it was the best blowjob he had ever had, there were more requests for Steve. But what eventually happened that afternoon was that everyone got sucked and everyone sucked a cock.
Over dinner the discussions centered on who did a better job sucking, whose cum tasted better, and whose cock felt better in the mouth. Of course we could not agree on an answer to those questions, so it was agreed that we would have to do some more research tomorrow.
Calvin got some paper and a pencil and worked out f chart of who was to suck who and a way to rate the taste, the skill and the fit of a cock in a mouth.
Lets me just say that the remaining 2 days were none stop cock sucking. The next evening, Scott mentioned that perhaps we needed to do some research on anal sex. That resulted in a comment that was too gay and that none of us were gay. But it was added that it might be a good thing to research and maybe compare notes and then improve our technique. In the end, It was decided to let anal research take place at another time and we would only work on improving oral skills on the rest of this trip.
The last two days were spent in oral sex research. No record was kept on how many times a cock was sucked or how many cocks each of us had sucked. But with just six of us there, I am surprised that we had anything left in our balls to shoot. But we all did agree that the trip to the Lake of the Ozarks was the best trip