Boys Of Summer #7: Teen Woodsmen - Sex Stories

Boys Of Summer #7: Teen Woodsmen

A couple weeks after our beach trip, Bo started bitching and moaning about going out of town again. He loved the feeling of being anonymous. He could be more himself, more effeminate, more the way he is when we’re alone without worrying about the wrong people seeing him.

At the beach, we were on our own in a foreign landscape, and that made all the difference.

I had started working on my dad about letting us go camping alone on the family’s property. And it had taken a full two weeks to wear him down even after getting my mom involved. But he finally agreed I was responsible enough to go camping without him.

Bo’s parents were fine with him going with me. They always seemed to trust me more than their own son. He had been camping with my family many times and our private campsite was secluded but safe.

We had to wait another two weeks before we could get three full days off together. They had to be in the middle of the week. But I thought that might be better since fewer people would be camping or hiking in the middle of the week. We’d only have to deal with locals if we encountered anyone at all.

The day before we were set to leave, my mom stopped at the store to get us food and other supplies. That meant we had groceries, batteries, water, new blankets, and anything else she thought we might need for a month in the wilderness.

I pulled into Bo’s driveway early Wednesday morning loaded with all the necessary camping equipment and food. I wanted to get ...

... started before it got too hot. I knew we’d probably have some work to do on the site before we could really settle down.

A while later, I turned onto an unmarked dirt road. My dad kept a fallen tree trunk right by the road to be used as a roadblock to the property. We rolled it to the side, pulled in, then rolled it back into place. “No Trespassing” signs were posted every thirty feet or so around the perimeter. There was a perfectly flat spot in a small peninsula jutting into the lake at the end of the nearly mile-long drive.

I could park just a few yards from the water right next to the campsite we’d used many times. My parents had bought the property with the aim of building a cabin on it someday in this spot. That hadn’t happened yet. So, it was still a perfect, secluded, private campsite.

All that made it a wonderful place for Bo and I to spend a few days alone in the woods swimming, lounging around, and playing with each other.

When we arrived, I backed into the site so we could sit in the back hatch of the Jeep and face the lake if we wanted.

No one had been up there in nearly a year. So, Bo and I cleared some brush and cut away some growth along the shoreline for an unimpeded view and easy access to the water. My dad always insisted on taking a machete, ax, and other tools every time we went up to clean up the site.

We found another fallen log and, with some effort, rolled and carried it to our lake access so we could use it as a seat or backrest by the ...