Along this Way, with my Self so entwined with my fantasy, its hard to know which events are truth and which fiction; they are all truths in my heart and it has been said before in my writing, If it didn't really happen this way then it should have.

Home Schooling Elmore Boys

Thole <poondu@bigfoot.com>

Two bare backs, heads held low, streaked across meadow in the slanted rays of the early sun. Long golden hair trailed behind the shorter youth, they had to be boys I hoped, while the taller one, darker skinned, seemed to have black plaits. The swings they'd left continued to pendulum as I wheeled my caravan around the perimeter road and they disappeared into their tent.

When I drove in at the camp gate and asked about staying for a few days the ranger said I could have my choice of any site except two, which was occupied, and twelve, which was closed. Judging from the camp map number two was probly the site I'd most like to have; it backed up against the woods in the far corner of the oval and would provide me best access to trails. The nearby sites would have been acceptable had 2 not been occupied; any other site would necessitate being clothed to gain the cover of the woods. Well, I thought, I'll take a spin around that loop, have a look anyhow, just to see what I'll be missing. That was when I saw the two kids running from the swings. And that changed everything.

Normally I would have taken a spot as far removed from my neighbors as practical considering that at this time of early Autumn I wanted to be in the sun for the warmth and little or no shade so the PVs would charge my batteries—but boys held me in thrall, I would tolerate the presence of their parents just to have them near. Site five offered me the best combination of proximity to them, access to the woods, open to the east so the morning sun would, I hoped, stream in through the windscreen, and trees around enough to provide privacy for sunbathing but no shade. I stopped just past the front of their tent to drop my tow vehicle so I could back into number five, and perhaps check them out at the same time.

There was no vehicle present and the tent was too small to house more than the two of them. What's more there was no evidence of there having been a vehicle present in the near term—there were no tyre tracks in the grass and the dew was glistening uniformly except where they had tracked through it. I parked the camper, returned for the tow, and was setting my awnings when the younger boy, dressed only in loose gym shorts, came round.

Kyle was a homeschooler; that explained why he was out playing on such a fine morning and not incarcerated in the drab brick edifice that I'd passed a mile back on my way into the caravanserai. His older brother Kronos was camping with him. Kyle's two front teeth were missing but other than that what I could see of him was a picture of angelic perfection; I wondered what was under the shorts. They were working on a school project he said, scouting out a new trail to the top of the low peak to the west. Missing his two front teeth made it hard to eat corn on the cob, one of his favourite foods, but his new ones would grow in soon. In the meantime, he said with a sly wink, having that gap made eating something else all the easier.

Their parents, whom they called once a day from the pay phone at the ranger station, were tending farm several miles away. There were two sisters between these two boys; they were working on a different project. Kyle was seven, Kronos, 14. All this came out in a torrent of monologue from the boy as I worked my way around the camper, and was broken off only when he caught sight of the decal on the front door—A large red triangle, now faded to pale orange, around a stylized bare bum, under which were the bold words: Clothing Optional. Kyle stopped short of following me through the door.

—Does this sticker what says clothing optional mean you don't have to wear any clothes in your caravan? Are you a nudist?

I was standing two steps above him then and he twisted his thin tan torso to look up under my singlet.

—Wow! No shorts, nothing, I thought so! Kronos! he called back over his shoulder, Never mind your shorts, this guys a nudist too.

The boy kicked off his shorts at the same time I removed my singlet and that was how we got started. He explained that his family had moved up from the southwest last year and that he really missed being nude all the time. Here he had to dress sometimes. It showed in the lines of his tan. Kronos appeared now. A youth filling out, young muscles rippling under his smooth hairless tan, hairless that is but for the long black plait down the center of his back and the soft nascent crescent of pubes colouring the base of his slender cock. Kyle watched me give his brother a look-over.

—You should see it when he gets hard, he said eagerly, he's got the longest cock you ever saw.

Kronos coloured with pride mixed with embarrassment.

—Be quiet Kyle, he said, or I'll tell him what you do.

But Kyle was not to be undone. He was proud of his body and what he could do with it and though we had been looking at each other only a few moments his stubby penis was already growing as he pulled at it. He jumped up on the picnic table and laid on his back, pulling and stroking himself more purposefully until he paused and raised his legs back over his head. His cock was amazing! The boy was only seven but his erection was easily as many inches long, reaching nearly to his sternum. His toes touched the table top behind his head and he pulled the rosy glans now peeking from within his foreskin between his equally rosy lips. Kronos turned away in embarrassment. I stood fascinated by this spectacle of suppleness and put my arm about Kronos and brought him back.

—Kyle is very proud of you, I said, and he likes to perform for an audience, let us not disappoint him.

—I taught him everything he knows, Kronos said, except about showing off like this.

He reached over and slapped at the bare nates sticking up nearly shoulder high above the table.

—Come on little brother, save that for later; we have to get on with our trail project and make the best of this fine day.

He went on to explain to me, as Kyle unwound himself and sat up on the table, that they were working a mile up the new trail scouting out a route and flagging it with survey tape for the park ranger to inspect and start clearing. I told them I would finish with my chores and follow them up later but first tell me:

—What happened this morning when you ran away from the swings?

—We were just taking a little swing after breky when we heard this big motor coming along. We've been alone in camp for a couple of days now and except for the ranger truck going by the end of the road there is never any traffic. Then when your caravan sounded like it was getting close we jumped off the swings and ran to our tent. We were naked then and didn't want you to see us. I don't think the ranger even knows we're mostly not wearing anything except when we go up the trail.

—Well I'll be hiking nude, I said, and barefoot too.

Kyle jumped to the ground.

—I'm gonna go naked today too then; no bugs, warm sun, who needs clothes.

Kronos was not favourably impressed with his little brother.

—You go naked and we'll never get anything done you'll be so busy playing with yourself all day.

—Awww you're just jealous cos you need somebody else to do it for you now. And besides, wearing clothes never stopped me none anyhow.

None of us would get anything done at this rate so I sent them away and got on with my setting-up chores. I'd been up since three that morning and was ready for a nap and that picnic table in the sun was inviting me now.

Later...

The trail they were flagging extended from an old logging road and connected that with another further up the ridge. It was a very pleasant walk of nearly two miles before I came up behind Kyle as he was tying orange survey tape to trees about every fifty feet. He was talking loudly to Kronos ahead of him somewhere when I sneaked up and brushed my hand lightly across his bare nates. Kronos yelled back to see if the yelp of fright he'd heard needed his help but the young boy told him it was only a bear—a bare human that is, he added, not a hairy bear. Then he turned back to me and pointing at my crotch.

—I been meaning to ask why you don't have any hair there? My dad's got heaps and piles and even Kronos has more'n you and he's just barely a kid.

I returned his wicked sly wink and told him all the kids ask me that and I answer them all the same; its so kids like him wouldn't get hair caught in their teeth. He laughed, and pulling on his foreskin, said he didn't have to worry about that yet. I helped with their flagging for a while and then we all descended to the waterfalls just above the campground to shower. The sound of young voices drove us back under the falls as a group of perhaps twenty kids from the local school were paraded through by their teacher who yelled over the roar of the water dubious information about how the pool below the falls was formed and the wildlife that lived in the stream. I chuckled to myself when the teacher spoke of wildlife and wondered if she knew just how wild it was right under her nose. After the school kids left we beat a hasty retreat to the campground. I invited the boys to tea with me and suggested we might watch a movie and so the evening passed.

Later, when the movie was over and the popcorn was gone, Kyle was asleep. Kronos told me that the young boy had said he and I made passes at each other.

—I come in his mouth sometimes, Kronos said, so I'm not surprised that you might want to but I never had anyone come in mine. Kyle has orgasms but he's still dry. I been sucking him since he was a little baby. Sometimes I'd even put my tongue in his bum, I even do it now sometimes when he's asleep. Watch this.

He turned the lithe youngster over onto one of the pillows the sleep and play area was littered with so his sweet tan ass was well presented and his legs spread apart. Kneeling between the lad's thighs Kronos paused to brush this long hair back from his face and then he drew one finger slowly up from the small tight scrotum across the puckered little rosebud and on up to the little dimple at the base of the boy's spine. The boy's back arched even further and his cheeks spread apart and Kronos put his face to the crack and let his tongue explore further. Kyle continued to sleep. I began to massage Kronos's shoulders and back and as I worked lower he raised his ass and spread his legs. Suddenly he came up from his explorations and sat back.

—Man I wish this kid were awake so he could suck me now.

Kyle slept on.

Kronos turned to me. I'd continued to lightly stroke his thigh and it was like he was taking stock anew of his position, returning from a voyage into a far away although familiar territory.

—Tell me what is it like when someone comes in your mouth, he said. Does it taste like pee? Will I like it?

—A young boy tastes sweet, I said, his cum is the nectar of the gods, almost like honey at first. It is hard to say if you will like it but if you like coming in his mouth then you probably will like him coming in yours. Its like sucking on a lolly, only better because the boy you are doing it with feels pleasure and a lolly doesn't. And then, after a few minutes the boy gets really excited, he nears climax, he'll hold your head, pull your hair, and if his cock is long enough he might even push it down your throat. You have to be careful about that, take a deep breath and let him slide past where you gag. But then when he comes you can't taste it all that well. He has to come in your mouth, all over your tongue, for you to get the best taste and the feel of it shooting into you. Have you ever come on your belly and tasted it your self?

—No, I never did it by my own hand, Kyle always sucked me. Its gonna be a long time before he makes cum. Can I suck you? Would that be alright? Will you show me how?

All right with me young man, I thought, I was wondering when you were going to get around to asking. I motioned him away from Kyle and positioned us to 69. He'd never done that before he said, he and his brother always took turns. Now we lay together in the twilight and he followed me step by step as I petted him and licked and kissed all the places that needed no attention on a youth ready to explode any second, not to mention several times an hour. We devoured each other greedily and came together in a frenzy of delight and when we each were fulfilled we sat together.

—Wow, he said, no wonder Kyle likes to suck me all the time, that was awesome.

For me it was equally awesome. A willing young boy is not what I usually find kicking around most camps.

—Well, he said, we'd better be going; will you help me carry Kyle back to our tent please?

—Oh, no need for that my dear, he is comfortable; look at him will you, just waiting his turn.

Kyle had rolled off the pillow and was on his back now. He must have been dreaming about something fun, his erection was throbbing. I turned to Kronos.

—Have you ever had him while he slept? Lay beside him, put your head on his belly and help his dream come true. I went to the other bunk and slept.

Only to be wakened what seemed like minutes later by the mouth of Kyle after his breky juice it seemed. He was trying to watch me and suck me at the same time—puts a boy in an awkward position. I tried not to disturb him but my waking caught him off guard and he apologised.

—No, please, do continue, you were doing a fine job; it should be I who is sorry for waking and interrupting your pleasure.

Finally I stood and directed the would-be catamite to kneel in front of me and finish what he started. He liked that it seemed and hopped right to it and I wondered how it reflected on his relationship with Kronos.

Before the morning was over we three had helped each other to breky twice and then some. I taught them some new tricks and they provided me with some delightful displays of youthful enthusiasm and vigor. Best of all was that I would stay at least another day and help them with their trail work, and they would help me with my writing.