We were laying on top of are sleeping bags wearing just our shorts, a lantern providing us with a dim light. It wasn't long after the magazines were ...out before my erection was in full force. I didn't even try to hide, I wanted him to see. As if on cue he looked over at the bulge in my shorts and asked if I was hard. I told him I was and asked if he was. "Yes" he responded almost immediately. The next question he asked was the one I had hoped to hear all night, "Can I see it?". My hart. I don't remember how many fires we had that summer, but she was still there, it was not debatable, I had to reserve the place with me under the famous blanket that served as a screen for our exploration of teenager. I allowed myself pretty quickly to get to the goal, the goal was to touch more skin on her breasts, I don't remember feeling a nipple, but sometimes I had my hand full, supporting what was for me the thing that obsessed my virgin days, a beautiful breast. During the day we had. “Damm bro—is there ANY thing you can't do”? I gave a smile, and a chuckle. “My jr. high football coach made us say everyday 'I can do anything' Guess it works” Cody persisted “you really believe that “? “Well, maybe. Think about it—if a little k** is told everyday by a mean dad that he will never amount to anything—how long you think before he starts to believe it”? “Ok, I get ya—not too long I guess” “Yep, and by the time he's say, 16”? “Ya I see where you going—juvie” “RIGHT”“So Matt, is that. I really had to pee. “I shoulda gone before we left the club.” “Why can’t you do it now?” Max said challenging me, as his stream splashed into the bush and onto the grassy trail.“Here?” I asked, a bit shocked.“It’s OK,” Max explained. “We do it all the time. Just spread your legs a little and let it go. It’s not like the deer and squirrels use toilets.”I moved one foot to the side and relaxed. I started to pee, and heard it splash onto the grass between my feet. For some reason, it seemed.