When I was nine, my best friend, Dominick, asked me if I wanted to go on an overnight camping trip with him, his older brother, and his dad. Dom and I had used his tent and sleeping bags and stuff to sleep outside in his back yard quite a few times, and this was the chance to do the real thing. My dad wasn't into those kinds of things, so I had never camped before. I asked my folks, and since it was just to the camping area in the mountains just outside of the little town we lived in, I got to go.
I stayed over at his house Friday night so that we could leave early in the morning. We had a great time that night. His older brother, Dwight, hung out with us all night. I got along with Dwight really well. He was nice, especially for an older brother. He was almost old enough to drive, so I think he was fifteen, because we talked a lot about what kind of car he wanted and he promised to take us camping on his own if our parents agreed it was cool. The three of us stayed up late and played games on Dom's new Nintendo and watched movies and had a great time.
Dwight had always been a good older brother to Dom and had always been a decent guy with me. He never acted like we were a bother or anything, and was always willing to play with us. One thing we did a lot was wrestling. This was before the WWF turned it into a soap opera, back when wrestlers got bloody and hurt for real and there were no scripts. The days of real wrestling. We'd pretend to be our favorite wrestlers of the day and go at it. Dwight fought sort of dirty in one way - one of his moves was to grab your junk and make you weak and give up. It had no other connotation to me, not even at nine. I even dared to do it to him before he would to me sometimes. He always claimed that wasn't fair because he was older and had more down there and it was more sensitive and it hurt, while we didn't have anything that mattered and it wasn't as sensitive yet.
On Saturday morning, we got up early and headed into the forest preserves along the lake and hills just outside of town. I'd barely ever been there before, and never for more than a couple hours, and even then only at the picnic grounds. We spent the morning setting up the two tents in a remote little spot next to the lake. Their dad got the pup tent, and we got to use the bigger one for the three of us. Still, there wasn't much room in that tent either, it was just big enough that the three of us could lay down. Then we went fishing along the shore. We didn't catch much, and it wasn't a lot of fun, but I'd never fished before either, so it was still kind of fun, anyway. I got to clean and gut and prepare my first live fish. I was grossed out but hid most of it, pretending to be strong and brave. We had the fish for lunch along with some stuff we'd brought. Then we walked to the scenic area and checked out the views and walked through the woods. Not tons of fun, but still, it was a new experience to me and I enjoyed it. Besides, Dom and Dwight were fun. Their dad was too. I had a good time.
When we got back to the camp site, we all went for a swim to get the sweat off. We'd brought trunks, so we changed in the tents. Dom and I were sort of used to changing with each other, in a way. I had an above-ground pool, so he'd changed in my room hundreds of times as I'd changed in front of him. And we'd taken off our wet trunks to get into dry clothes after swimming so we didn't soak my bed or the floor or the couch or whatever. We'd seen each other's dingles tons of times. We knew he had the slightly longer one while mine was a bit thicker. We sort of even jacked a bit together a few times. We were nine, so nothing much, just experimenting with our dicks with each other. We hardly touched each others, only once from time to time. We'd never jerked each other or anything. So, anyway, I saw my buddy's dick and balls again, no big deal. But I was pretty interested in Dwight's. It seemed huge! So did his balls. And he had pubes. Not many, but to me at nine they seemed like a full head of hair. I'd never seen pubes before. Porn back then was a true rarity! After swimming, we didn't have to sit on furniture, so we didn't have to change out of our trunks. I sort of wanted to, so I could see Dwight's big dick and balls again.
We fished for dinner, this time catching a bit more. We had dinner, then did smores and told jokes and stories, then it was time to get into the tents to get away from the mosquitoes. And it was threatening to rain anyway, with occasional flashes of lighting well over the horizon, slowly growing brighter and closer. So me, Dom, and his older brother told stories in our little oval tent while their dad was inside the pup tent.
We started on scary stories as it started to thunder. Then what had to be a huge bear came up and roared and hit the side of our tent and all three of us huddled up in the center of the tent and screamed!
