Camping With Carter

[TeenFan]

Once the hike starts, there won't be anyone to save Carter. No last second rescues.

[NudeBaG]

Good!
Looking forward to it

[TeenFan]

Camping With Carter
Chapter 6.


Going on a hike and overnight camping on the other side of the park required some preparation. My pack will carry the two-person dome tent,
one of the sleeping bags, first aid kit and my clothes. Mrs. Carlsberg's offer to make dinner sandwiches was nice, along with the offer of using cold refrigerated blocks to keep the sandwiches from heating up. There is no room in my pack for food and refrigerants. These will have to go into Carter's backpack. Some room will be needed in that pack, so I had Carter dump all his stuff out on the back bed of the RV. Carter had way too many clothes.

"This isn't a week long visit to your grandmother's house. You don't need all this stuff."

I started going through Carter's stuff. He had four t-shirts. Three shirts I tossed over to the side of the bed. Carter is already wearing shorts and
he has two other pairs in the backpack. I toss the extra shorts onto the discard pile. He had a towel in there, a rain jacket, four pairs of socks and two more boxers. All of this I toss on the discard pile. While I grabbed his extra and unneeded boxers, I also tossed aside his swim trunks. Before he could catalog everything I set aside, I grabbed the whole bundle and took it away. I put his things in a black trash bag, put a yellow strip of masking tape on the bag and wrote "Carter's stuff" on the tape using a black marker. There was now plenty of room for four sandwiches, a box of Oreos, four apples, and four cans of root beer. Three small refrigerants were added, and Carter's pack is loaded up. I managed to shove in some sunscreen and aloe vera gel, along with two 32 oz bottles of Gatorade plus extra batteries for the lanterns.

Somehow in all that messing around with the pack, the strings holding the sleeping bag must have gotten loose. It was an hour into our hike when
Carter noticed his sleeping bag is not there. He wanted to go back and get it. "No way Jose" I said.

During the hike, I mostly let Carter lead the way. With no bedroll hanging down at the bottom of the pack there was nothing to obstruct the view
of his cute and tight ass in his tennis shorts. I also appreciated the view of his long and shapely legs. Another reason for staying right behind, when
I wasn't looking at Carter's behind while wishing I could put my hands on the curves and press my fingers into them, like I was squeezing a pack of Charmin bathroom tissues in a tv commercial...I was on the lookout for small rocks. I put a dozen small rocks in my front pockets. During our rest break I began putting the rocks into use.

While Carter is facing away from me, I took a rock out of my pocket. I toss the rock off into the woods. Carter jumped and spun around when he hears the noise of something crashing and snapping off to his left.

"What the hell was that?" he said.
"I have no idea," I told him.

Carter digs out of his pack a bottle of punch Gatorade. While he's gulping some down, he nearly spits the punch out when the sound of snapping
and crashing goes off to his right side, only a short way into the trees.

"What can that be?"
"I don't know. You want to get out of here?"

For the next hour of the hike, every fifteen minutes or so, I toss a rock off into the trees. Each toss, and the resulting pops and snaps, has Carter getting more and more scared. After four such commotions in the woods, Carter is petrified with fear. He grabs my arm and he won't let go.

"There's something following us," he blurted out, his eyes darting back and forth.

You should have seen the look in his eyes when I said, "I've seen stories on the Travel Channel about people being stalked by Bigfoot."
Carter's face got pale as he tightened his grip on my arm. I can see he's scared shitless. "Maybe it's just a bear," I suggested. "Black bears are only
mildly aggressive. They rarely kill people."

We finally get to our campsite at the far end of the hiking trail. There is a small clearing surrounded by trees. The river is a short walk down a slope. It took a lot of verbal prodding to get Carter to go off into the woods to gather firewood. He pleaded that we should go together. "I have
to put the tent up" I told him. When Carter came back with his arms full of kindling his eyes were wild and fearful, his face ashen and sweaty. I sent him for another load. While he was out of sight, I tossed another rock somewhere near his direction. He came back right away without a full load.

The sun is going down. Carter is more than happy to get a fire going. The sounds of the night kick in, hoots and howls, croaks and cries of the local wildlife. All normal and even calming sounds to me, sounds of impending doom to Carter. "That's just a hoot owl, that's just a tree frog" I tell him,
but my explanations on the causes of the sounds does not alleviate his paranoia. Sitting by the fire, we eat our sandwiches and drink down a couple cans of soda. When the fire is burning low, I toss a couple more rocks out into the darkness. Carter nearly falls over. He rushes over and takes my arm.

"Did you hear that?" he says. I can feel his hand shaking. I can smile now, knowing in the darkness he can't see it. Carter can only see the things
he imagines are out among the trees, persons or things watching us, creatures surrounding us. Carter quickly agreed when I suggested, "Want to
get into the tent? When you get in and kneel down, take off your shoes and put them just inside the tent flap."

First thing I do is turn on a couple of battery powered lanterns. Dome tents are not tall, not the single or two person types. You can't stand up in them. One can only kneel down in a small dome tent. After Carter and I get in the tent the entrance gets zipped up. I quickly strip down to only
my bra and panties. I can tell Carter was not expecting me to get so undressed. He must have been expecting shorts and a big and loose fitting
t-shirt that functioned as a nightgown. Carter hasn't taken anything off yet.

"Get undressed. Don't be shy," I tell him, as I put on my nicest smile.

[NudeBaG]

Going strong.
Loving this one!

[Executionus]

Poor Carter hasn't yet figured out that the only hunter nearby who wants to devour him is the one right next to him the entire time.

[TeenFan]

Camping With Carter
Chapter 7.


The lighting in the dome tent isn't that good, but the yellowish glow from the lanterns doesn't mask the change in color on Carter's face. I think
he's blushing again. I'm stripped down to my undies and told him to get undressed for bed.

"What bed? I don't have my sleeping bag."

And it's true. Carter has no sleeping bag. His got left back at the RV.

"It's not a disaster. We can manage without it." I told him, as I unrolled my sleeping bag. After getting it unrolled, I unzipped it completely. I had
Carter help me get it spread across the tent. "This sleeping bag is designed for cold weather camping. It's too warm to sleep in it during a summer night. I put a light throw blanket in my pack for when I want to sleep on top of my sleeping bag, not in it. The blanket will be enough to keep us comfortable."

The bed is set up, the light throw blanket gets spread out, I get under the throw and pat the spread-out bedroll with my hand.

"Are you getting in?" I asked Carter. I nearly laughed when he took off his shirt and his socks, but he did not take off his tennis shorts. He's still shy
and it's so cute. Carter turns off the lantern nearest to him. I reach over to turn off the lantern next to me. I can hear Carter unbuttoning is shorts. With some more fumbling around, Carter is ready to get under the covers and lie down next to me. The sleeping bag, when spread out the way it is, spreads across most of the bottom of the tent. The light throw is not nearly as wide. It is designed to give coverage to a single person, like when watching late night tv on a sofa. When Carter gets under the throw, in order to not have half his body sticking out, he has to lie so close to me that our arms brush up against each other in the middle. The light touching, shoulder to shoulder, elbows bumping each other, the rubbing of skin on skin has me tingling. I wonder if Carter is getting any tingling sensations. My nipples hardened as a result of the tingling going up and down my body, and I wondered if he would know what I was doing if I rubbed my left breast using my right hand. My right arm is the one bumping up against Carter's left arm. Would he be able to see my hand, see my fingers grasping and tweaking my nipple in the dark. Is there enough light
inside this tent for that? If he saw, what would he do? I slowly move my right hand across my body. Moved my hand up my stomach to the left
breast.

"Shit," Carter said, just mumbling the word. Then he spoke louder, "Damn. I forgot."

"What did you forget?"

"I forgot to pee before I got into the tent."

Now I could laugh. This is totally laughable, and I didn't hide my chuckles. "I thought you did pee. I stepped away from the fire to pee. You didn't
do the same?"

There is an uncomfortable silence. "Well, go out and pee," I tell him.

"I can't go out there. There's...there's...something is out there."

I can hear the tremor in his voice. He's near panicked.

"Maybe I can just unzip the tent flap, just a little and --"

"No, you are not sticking your dick out the zipper of the tent flap. You are not pissing in front of the tent. I'm not stepping on the ground where
you pissed on it when we get up in the morning."

Another uncomfortable silence follows. "But I don't want to go out there. Not by myself. Will you go with me?" Carter asks, and the pleading
sound has me chuckling again.

I sit up, reaching over to my left for a flashlight. I turn the flashlight on and shine it somewhat in Carter's direction.

"I'm not getting my clothes and shoes on, just so you can go find a tree to pee behind. I know what can be done." I reach over for my bottle of
Gatorade. There's only a small amount left in the bottle. Putting down the flashlight, I take off the cap and drink down the remaining portion. Pulling down the throw blanket, and picking up the flashlight again, I see Carter is wearing the boxers he had on earlier in the RV. I get up on my knees. I hold the bottle out toward Carter. "Pee in this bottle."

"What?" Carter says, and I can see his face change complexion, even with just the limited light of the one flashlight. Carter's face goes pale.
"You want me to...to pee in your Gatorade bottle?"

I motion, impatiently motion with my hand holding the now empty bottle. "Get up on your knees. This will be easy and won't take long and we
can get back to trying to sleep." I'm holding out the bottle, shining the flashlight on Carter's body, "Come on, come on. Let's get this over with."

Carter gets up on his knees. I see him looking toward the flap of the tent. Carter is thinking about going outside. He's thinking about braving
whatever dangers lurk out there in the darkness. During this moment of indecision, I'm shining the flashlight on Carter's chest. He is breathing
heavily. His pulse must be going nearly as fast as when he plays a tennis match, maybe more. Will he be brave enough to go pee outside like a
man, or will he be reduced to "stick the dick in the bottle"? Without saying a word, and no word of explanation is needed, Carter turns away from
the tent flap. He kneel shuffles closer to me, closer to the plastic bottle and the flashlight pointed toward his boxers.

"How should I do this?"

"I'll hold the bottle and the light. You just get yourself into the hole. You can't pee toward the bottle opening. You must get it down into the
hole."

I'm tempted to shine the light into his face. I want to see his expression. I want to see the embarrassment and shame etched on Carter's face, but
there's something I want to see more, so I keep the flashlight pointed toward Carter's boxers. Carter takes a deep breath, and he lets it out.

"You're not going to tell anyone about this, right?"

"Of course not. Come on. You're not the first boy I've seen."

Carter pulls the fly of his boxers apart with the fingers of both hands. He reaches in and a little bit downward with his left hand. My own breath
draws in when I see the head of Carter's penis get pulled through the fly slit of his boxers. The head looks large, and it's fully showing. Carter
is circumcised. Nice, I like that, a fully showing dick head. Carter pulls out the rest of his penis, and it is nice and long and not a skinny one
either. Carter's penis is a good match for his long and lean and muscular legs. It's a beauty, but now isn't the proper time for compliments. This
is strictly business.

"Got to get it into the bottle. You dribble on my sleeping bag and I'll belt you."

Carter gives me a quick glance. He really believes I'd belt him. He looks down again. He places the head of his dick into the opening of the Gatorade bottle. It just barely fits in. Wow. Carter is bigger around than I first thought. If he pops a boner he'll never get into the hole, but
it would be fun to see him try. Carter slips his dick a couple inches into the opening, with a couple more inches between the bottle and the slit
of his fly. How long does it get? How much remains hidden behind that vertical fly slit? All I can see is the several inches of penis. How much
pubic hair does Carter have? How big are his balls? These questions have no answers, not yet.

Carter hasn't started urinating yet. Must have a shy penis. It's not uncommon. Carter looks up at me again.

"I'm trying to get it going."

"Just relax. Take all the time you need," and what I said is true. He can take a long time if needed. I'm happy to hold this bottle for a while,
happy to hold the flashlight aimed at his dick.

Finally, Carter gets his pee machine turned on. It starts as a trickle, but then the jets kick in and a torrent spills out. The plastic of the Gatorade bottle isn't perfectly clear, but clear enough to see the urine stream coming from Carter's marvelous multi-purpose instrument. I can see Carter's
tense body begin to loosen and relax a bit. The tension drains away. I glance a little higher to see the stomach muscles have a more relaxed look
to them, and I notice just how slender it is around Carter's waist, a long and slender torso to match his long legs, long everything. Everything on
this boy is long and straight, and I can't wait to get my hands on it. Getting the shy bladder going is the hard part and the rest is smooth sailing. Carter nearly fills up the bottle. Few girls can hold as much pee as to fill up a 32 oz bottle. I think the average girl makes twice as many pit stops as the average boy, that is, until that boy starts drinking beer with his buddies. Then the pit stops increase exponentially.

The peeing slows down to a trickle. Carter slowly pulls his penis back. Holding the head between a couple fingers, pointing the pee hole down
toward the bottle opening, Carter flicks it up and down, then taps the end of his head against the plastic lip of the opening of the bottle. Carter
doesn't spill a drop, most impressive. He pulls his dick back from the bottle and quickly tucks it into his boxers and the show is over. I hand the
flashlight to Carter. He shines the light toward the bottle as I screw the cap on. I place the bottle on the ground next to the tent flap.

"Okay, back to bed. Hopefully you won't have to do anything else before the sun comes up."

"No shit...um, I mean I hope you are right about that," and I can see Carter is even more embarrassed he might have to get up in the middle of
the night to take a dump.

When I lie back down again, I mostly leave the throw blanket off of me. I'm all warmed up, hot and bothered by what I just saw. Damn, that boy
has a nice one, a nice and long one. It's lovely to look at and my hand is just inches away from it. How long will it be till Carter falls asleep?

[NudeBaG]

Fantastic!
Can’t wait till Carter is completely naked

[apolloareafan]

The pacing in each chapter is leading to an excellent build-up.

Hoping there is a continuation of this in the near future.

[TeenFan]

Sorry about the delay. I've been busy on the Beach story. 24 chapters there now, my goodness.
I promise to have a new chapter here soon.

[TeenFan]

It often helps me in the writing of a character, and in the motivation to continue on a story, when I have a good idea of what my
main character looks like. We all use our imaginations to fill in what we think a character looks like, but sometimes a real photo
can work wonders. I found a picture of what I imagine Carter from this Camping story looks like. I can see Flora, our naughty girl,
wanting to put her hands all over this boy.

The only difference between this photo and my description of the character is Carter is described as having exceptionally larger nipples
for a boy of nearly 16 years old to have.

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/bf/40/01 ... ff1655.jpg

This poor boy left out in the woods with nothing but his boxers, and nobody but Flora to take care of him. How sad. He might get cold.