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Chapter one as told by Billy Wiliams
Even for the west coast of Florida in August the heat was oppressive. The nights were in the high seventies or low eighties and the days were pushing the high nighties. The only thing that made camping bearable was the dense sub-tropical forest and the cool Peace River that meanders through central south-west Florida fed by fifty degree underground streams.
I was visiting my cousin who lived in Arcadia Florida, it was three weeks before school would start and I would have to return to Ft. Lauderdale Florida to start eighth grade. Ralph and I were born the same year we were both fourteen, but he just finished eighth grade. I was a year behind because I flunked fourth grade.
We were both typical fourteen year olds. We both loved fishing and camping and anything that didn’t have adults involved. Ralph is my father’s sister’s son and is my favorite of all my cousins. I looked forward to August every year when me and my family would visit his family, He and I would spend as much time as we could in the woods near the river.
In the past both of our families would spend a couple of days canoeing and camping and then my parents would leave me and go back to Ft Lauderdale. As my family was preparing to leave Ralph and I tried to convinced our parents that we were old enough to take a canoe down the Peace River and spend several days camping by ourselves. Ralph and I had done a couple of day trips by ourselves last year. So they agreed that we could do a three day campout.
That next Saturday Morning my uncle dropped us off at the Zolfo Springs public launch ramp and left us to ourselves. We were both so excited to be on our on for three days we almost left our tent and bedrolls on the dock, but an older man spotted it and called to us. When we retrieved our stuff we set off again. There were about five other canoe’s being launched that morning so we got out of there fast and paddled off down the river before the others. We wanted to be alone on the river, besides we already knew where we wanted to go and we didn’t want anyone following us. Having been on many Peace River trips, Ralph knew of several tributaries that fed the river and we planned to paddle several miles upstream on one of these tributaries because most people stayed on the main river for their camping. There was also another reason most people stayed on the river.
Authorized camping areas were marked and many campers were forced off of private land, sometimes in the middle of the night, and made to move further downstream. Ralph assured me that he knew of a spot that was safe for us to camp. We were both experienced at paddling canoes, when we reached the tributary and turned up stream we dug our paddles into the tea colored water. With sweat glistened on our lean youthful bodies as we steadily gained against the current. After about a hundred yards the stream widened and the current decreased and the paddling became easier.
We worked our way up stream for about another hour and a half when Ralph guided the boat to the shore and we pulled the canoe up from the water. There was a large white sand beach and a flat open area that was covered in thick bedding of rich green grass. In the middle of the clearing was a rock rimmed fire pit built by persons unknown. It didn’t look like in had been used in a long time. Weeds were growing in the pit alongside charred wood.
The day was young and we had plenty of time to set up camp so we striped to our briefs and walked out into the cool stream.
“Wow, Ralph this is an awesome spot.” I said excitedly.
“Yea, dad and I camped here a couple of years ago. There was a fire pit here then, but this one is even better.”
“Let’s pitch the tent in the shade of that tree.” I said pointing to a bushy topped tree that that was leaning radically into the grassy clearing. “Why is it leaning like that?”
“High water.” Ralph explained. “At some point the water rose due to heavy rains and washed over this area. That’s why it’s so flat and that’s why the tree is leaning so far over.”
“You mean the water could wash over this camp site?”
“It’s possible but very unlikely it would have to rain a lot up stream for the water to get that high. Besides the weather report is sunny to lightly scattered showers for the next five days. We don’t have to worry about anything but snakes and cows.”
“Cows?” I asked.
“Yeah, this is range land. The land around here is mostly owned by cattle ranchers. The rest is owned by citrus growers. This is grazing land.”
“How do you know?”
“Cow shit. See those brown piles right over there.”
I stood in the clear brown knee deep water, my skivvies dripping water down my hairless legs and looked where he was pointing and saw several brown/grey piles.
“That’s why the grass is so green, ... fertilizer.”
Standing there in the cool water I looked around. “It’s so quiet.” I whispered.
I could only hear the trickling of the stream over some rocks a little further upstream and the call of a lone grackle in the distance.
I sat back down in the water and drifted over next to Ralph. “Cool. Three days all to ourselves.”
“Yeah.” And he reached over and shoved my head under water then tried to scramble out of the water, but I caught him by the foot and tried to pull him back.
We had wrestled many times in the past and we were so evenly matched physically neither of us had ever bested the other. Neither of us ever cheated or resorted to foul play to insure a win. I guess that is why we were such good friends we respected each other. It was more like two puppies playing for top spot and neither of us could dominate the other.
Ralph stood on one leg and pulled me like a fish on a hook out of the water and onto the beach where he fell to his back and I leapt upon him and grabbed him around the thighs. My face was hovering over Ralph’s crotch. My cousin rolled over onto his stomach and forced his cotton covered penis into my face. Ralph laughed and said. “Perfect, just where your face should be.”
Ralph and I had joked about sexual stuff, but we had never engaged in any sexual behavior. I was embarrassed by having my mouth so close to his dick I let him go and squirmed out from under him as he was getting up I tackled him and sat on his chest.
“Now it’s your turn.” and pretended to pull the front of my briefs down.
He bucked his hips up and I flew over him and landed in the grass. Then he was on my back and tried to get me in a head lock but I caught his arm and we rolled over and over until we both stopped dead from the stench. We had rolled into a fresh pile of cow shit and we were covered in it.
We both jumped up and ran for the stream. I almost puked before I got a big glob of it off my face. We spent the next couple of minutes cleaning up when I looked at Ralph and he looked at me and we both started laughing. I got out of the water and got a bar of soap from my pack, scrubbed down and tossed the soap to my friend. My briefs were stained brown from the feces and I stripped them off and tossed them to the beach.
I sat in the stream and watched my cousin strip off his skivvies as well. The water was cold and his nuts were shrunken up close to his nearly hairless body as were mine. His penis was shrunken like a turtle’s head retreating into its shell. He looked at me and saw where I was looking. Then he sat in the water next to me.
“You ever have sex with anyone?” he asked.
“You mean a girl?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Anyone.”
My face turned red. “Kinda.” I admitted.
“What do you mean kinda.”
I paused not sure if I wanted to admit what I had done.
“I have a guy friend back home and we have done a couple of things together.”
“What kind of things?”
“Well it started off by him jacking me off.”
“He jacked you off just for the hell of it?”
Despite the cold water my dick was getting hard at the thought of the encounter.
“Well we were at his house. His parents were still at work. He suggested that we play strip poker and he had lost all of his clothes so we decided that if you lost after you had no more clothing to forfeit you had to perform a penalty. We had each written three penalty’s on scraps of paper and put them in a coffee can. I wrote, Jack your dick for one minute. Jack the other guy’s dick for one minute and jack the other guy off until he cums. He lost and drew, Jack the other guy’s dick for one minute.
“So he grabbed my cock as if he had jacked another’s cock all the time and beat my meat. I was so hot I almost came in that minute.”
“I lost the next hand and lost my skivvies and was naked. Then I lost again and had to draw a penalty.” I paused wondering if I should tell my cousin what happened. I decided that we were good friends and he wouldn’t do anything to betray me. “I drew a piece of paper from the can and it read. Suck the other guy’s dick till he cums in your mouth!”
“Did you do it?” Ralph exclaimed.
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