[Non-Fiction] Lew, Timmy and Truth or Dare.

[Lewie]

Hey everybody. Over the next few weeks I'll try and get a new bit of story up every couple of days - the start is a bit slow, but trust me it will get interesting after a few more posts. I'll try to make each section two to three hundred works...

The following story involves to 15 year olds (one being myself) on a camping trip that took place earlier this year.

Lew, Timmy and Truth or Dare.
By Lewie

Part 1: The Morning
My phone alarm went off with an unnaturally loud noise. That metal table next to my bed really pissed me off when my alarm was on vibrate. Tired as all shit, I felt around on the bedside table and opened my phone to hit the snooze button, even though I knew it would go off in another 5 minutes. Just as I started to get re-comfortable I realised why my alarm was going off at 4:30AM… I was going camping with my family today. FML, I thought. I lay there for a minute thinking of previous camping trips, crappy food, cold showers, no phone reception… camping with my family sucked.
Every year my father, my brother and me went off to stay with my dad’s mate, Carl and camped in a clearing a few hundred metres from his house because it only had two bedrooms. Carl lived in the middle of nowhere - outside of a country town in the mountain ranges of NSW, Australia. It was more than an eight-hour drive from where we lived, and as weird as it was I always liked the road trip better than the week of camping itself.

Showering did almost nothing to warm or wake me up. I stood inside with my eyes closed and water on a hot blast; I couldn’t even be bothered to detach the showerhead (I love the feeling) and play with myself – something I imagined I wouldn’t be doing for the next week, unfortunately.
Within half an hour of getting out of bed I was ready in the car with a travel mug full of boiling hot coffee (for some stupid reason, my father insists that camping in Autumn is best), three jumpers on, and with my iPod fully charged with an eight-hour playlist and some movies. This strange comfort is why I love the car trips.

“Sure you’ve got everything, Lew?” My father, John, said to me over the front seat.
“Sure as sugar!” I replied, mocking him with a double thumbs up from the back seat. He didn’t seem to notice, or care.
“Robert?” This time my father was talking to my brother, who accompanied him in the front of the car. My brother Rob is three years older than me, 18 at the moment.
Rob replied sleepily, “Yep.”
“Ok….” My dad walked around to the back of the car and heaved as he lifted our lab, Rex, onto the seat beside me. Rex quickly curled up on his blankets… he knew exactly what was going on, he loved coming on the camping trips with us.
Dad jumped in front of the wheel, and as we pulled out of the drive and onto the road I decided not make it known that I had in fact forgotten my toothbrush.

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I know it's a bit extensive, and I have a lot more - so just say the word and I'll have Part 2 online in no time.
Criticism is appreciated, don't go easy on me because it's my first story.

[tordmaster]

this is really good so far! post more!

[Dylan xX]

I'm really happy to have inspired you to write, this could obviously go somewhere

Keep it up -


-Dylan

[Lewie]

Ok guys, this chapter's a bit long - but Part 3 starts to get shorter, and more interesting.

Part 2: Getting there

It took a whole two hours to get to the traditional breakfast place. Bacon and egg rolls – just bacon for the dog. And, traditionally, the dog threw up on my arm and the armrest in the car. Which lead to the traditional pull over on the side of the road and the traditional car clean up.
Four or five hours after that, until around lunchtime, and nothing significant had happened. I watched ‘Zack and Miri make a Porno’ for the first time on my iPod, and managed to tell my father I was laughing at a cleaner movie, to avoid the “You children shouldn’t be watching anything to do with pornography” talk. By no means is my father a grumpy old man, but he likes stuff done his way. The car washed perfectly, tidy rooms, “get off that computer and get some sunshine”, kind of man. Not as laid back as mum – she doesn’t accompany us on camping trips since they were divorced, and even before that she barely came. She hates camping as much as I do now, at least she had a choice of coming or not.

Lunch was nothing special, a double cheeseburger and a motion sickness tablet before we got into the heavy mountains and windy road zones. I myself don’t get carsick, but Rob always did. The smell was usually so bad that I have to take a tablet anyway.

“Oi faggot!” Rob woke me up from my sleep. It had only been 45 minutes since lunch and I hardly ever slept in the car, but I liked it when I did.
“What?!” I asked, annoyed.
“Nothing…” Rob laughed. “Remind me next time when it’s your time of the month...”
“Fuck up…” I mumbled under my breath and put my head back against the window. My brother and I basically got along like any to brothers would. Fighting most of the time, but occasionally we can get along for short periods of time. I looked out the window to see if I could recognise where we were. In the mountains… pretty dense forest surrounding the road on both sides. Rex climbed over and sat on my lap so he could sniff out of the tiny opening in the window. I reached across and put his side’s window down for him but he continued to sit on top of me.

At last we got to the last town we would see for a long time. From here on there was nothing. Upon arrival at the gas station I jumped out of the moving vehicle to use the toilet, and when I came back out, the car and boat in tow were parked on the street. I could see my father and Rob were still filling up a few extra tanks of petrol, so I re-traced my steps into the toilet block and saw what I thought I had seen. I laughed to myself, a condom machine. Of course, at 15 condoms are just a novelty, but I slipped in six dollars so I could take some home to fill up and shove in exhaust pipes as me and my friends sometimes did. I approached the car - Dad and Robert sitting inside. With raised eyebrow, I jumped in.
“Sup? Going home are we?” I tucked the condoms into my jeans back pocket as I said it.
“Had a missed call from Carl.” Dad said. “He wants us to head back south and pick up Tim.” Tim was Carl’s only son and child – as far as I knew he lived with his mother in the city about two hours away from his father. Sometimes he would stay in the country with him, but that never coincided with our camping visits. I hadn’t seen Tim – or Timmy – since the two of us were six or seven maybe, and memories were vague. I remember blonde hair and how we used to play with dinosaurs together, but that was it.
“ Soo… back we go again” I said. Half pissed off… in another hour or so we would of arrived at Carl’s house. And I didn’t particularly like interacting with my parent’s friend’s children. Introduction was always awkward, and we all lived in separate social circles.
“Yep.” Dad said, he didn’t want to look annoyed because he and Carl were the adult equivalent of BFF’s, but I knew he was.
“Yep.” My brother sighed and didn’t bother to cover his annoyance.
“Yep.” ... I only said it to follow suit.

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Let me know what you think. Part 3 up perhaps later today.
+ Thanks to those who commented.

[Lewie]

Part 3: Timmy

After about an hour or so of driving, I noticed more and more houses building up as we eventually came into a suburb. All the houses were modern and obviously new. Each house had a silver number on the mailbox, which my Dad squinted at, looking for the #63 he had jotted down while on the phone to Carl.
“That him?” I stuck my head out the window, looking at a figure sitting on the mailbox six or seven houses up. The figure leapt off and picked up a sports bag from the ground as we approached. Carl had obviously rang Timmy and told him which car we were in, a dark silver 4WD.
The car pulled up next to Timmy, and rather timidly, he approached the car. Probably because the car was full and he could see there was nowhere for him to sit.
“Lewie, move over…” Dad said under his breath as we came to a halt. I squeezed into the middle seat in he rear if the car. No way that Rex could fit in the middle and not constantly be whinging. Dad pressed the button on his armrest that rolled down the back left window.
“Jump in, Timmy.” I believe Dad had last seen Tim when he was visiting Carl in the summer.
“Hi…” Timmy threw his bag in and squeezed in next to me in the back seat. I gave him an awkward wave in return, and paused my iPod. Dad and he had an awkward and boring conversation about Timmy’s school, but Dad didn’t care or know he was embarrassing him.
“Enjoying school?” Dad said, looking back at Tim in the mirror.
“Yeah… it’s good.”
“So what year are you in now, Tim? Eight? Nine?” Dad asked, probably just to double-check his information.
“Year 9…” Timmy replied.
“Ok then… you’re the same age as Lew then…”
Timmy wasn’t much of a talker, or maybe he was shy, because he just nodded slowly.
Out of the corner of my eye I looked at Tim. I had been right, blonde, straightened hair. He was thin, like me, and lightly muscular arms, like me. Blue eyes, like me, again. The only real difference was the facial features and my brown, curlier hair. Timmy looked sideways at me nervously and I quickly turned to avoid his gaze, then switched on my iPod.

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[Bangin]

I think this story has a lot of potential, please keep updating! Look forward to reading it.

[Lewie]

Part 4: The Erection

When we hit the bumpy dirt road after another hour and a bit I had to brace myself between the seats to stop awkwardly crashing into Timmy. Neither of us said anything, but we shared a few laughs through it all. We hit a bump and I crash-landed my left side onto his lap. Timmy burst out into laughter and so did my father – probably just to make Tim feel comfortable.
But myself, I quickly sat back up and did the best I could to stay in my seat. On Timmy’s lap I had felt an erection – there was nothing in his pockets because he was wearing footy shorts… but something in there was definitely rock hard. That wasn’t the worst of it though, I now realized I had a hard one too, so I used some of Rex’s blankets to subtly cover it up in my lap.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Timmy re-position himself so that his whole body was turned towards the window, he had his right arm folded over to cover the majority of his lap. Just when things had started to get a little bit casual between the two of us, the trip had gone back to being completely social-killingly awkward…

Comments appreciated.

[Lewie]

I'm gonna keep posting until I run out of what I have written so far... I need more comments to let me know how I'm going!

Part 5: Carl


The rest of the car trip was spent in silence. Dad occasionally looked at the two of us in the rear mirror, he seemed to want to make sure Tim was comfortable. Eventually, everybody arose out of just staring out of the window to taking in the increasingly familiar bushland and roads until, after more than ten hours of driving we drove up the hill, that once we reached the top of we could see Carl’s house. “We’re here,” Dad said. Everybody undid their seatbelts and Rex jumped around crazily as the car rolled down the bumpy slope towards the back of Carls house – a small white structure with two large rain-water tanks on either side of the front steps. The roof was old and made of tin, all the windows yellowing with age, which I didn’t know was even possible. Out front only a mud-covered white Ute was parked, which meant Carl was still at work with his van – Carl was a plumber.
Without a word, Tim stepped out of the car and headed up towards the house from the drive. Rex frantically climbed over me to jump out of the car and he raced down the hill into the bush – no doubt he had the scent of a rabbit or a kangaroo. Tim hip-and-shouldered the front door to open it; it wasn’t even fitted with locks. Tim threw his sports bag inside and quickly ran back out towards the outhouse. Dad started the car and stuck his head out the window. “Seeya later Tim!” He shouted, over the growling of the engine.
“Yep…” Tim shouted in reply as he dashed into the toilet.

Once we had parked the car and unpacked the boat in the clearing, it took me a whole 20 minutes of messing around with my tent until dad just came over and did it for me. Robert and him had already set up their swags so that the three of us made a triangle around a blackened fire pit in the centre.
Immediately I climbed in and unpacked my stuff – old paint covered shirts, hiking boots, beanie, cargo pants and shorts. That kind of stuff. Under my mattress, I hid a packet of chocolate, the three condoms from the gas station restroom and my stash of bubble-gum. Three things I didn’t want anyone else to get to. I lied down on my ‘bed’ – an inflatable mattress and sleeping bag – and was about to pull out my iPod when I heard talking outside. I stuck my head out of the tent flaps. Carl had pulled up in his van next to the boat; Dad and Robert were standing at the driver’s window talking to him, laughing.
Knowing it would be rude not to come out and say hello, I walked over to the van and gave a casual wave when Carl stuck his head out the window and said, “Hey there Lewie!”. I came to stand on the other side of the van, looking directly through the open front windows at my family on the other side.
“So how’s life treatin’ ya?” Carl stuck his hand out across the seat and I stuck mine through the window to shake it in return.
“Not too bad.”
“That’s the way.”
I paused.
“And you?” I asked.
“Ohh yeah, not to bad I guess.” Carl nodded in thought, then turned back to look at my father and brother.
“I’ll see you three up at the house then, eh?”
“Meet you up there in three quarters of an hour or so…” Dad said, taking his head out of the window to look at the slowly fading sun. “What’s for dinner?” Dad stuck his head back into the van.
“Couple of bloody six packs sounds alright to me!” Carl laughed madly. Three things I hate about Carl right there… his laugh, his tendency of sounding overly Australian and the way he thought nobody knew he was an alcoholic.
My father laughed, pulled his head out of the van and knocked on the white roof of the vehicle with his knuckles and Carl took off through the field towards his house.

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Pleease leave some more comments so I know what I'm doing here.

[Jaffa Cake]

I'm liking this story a lot. It has so much potential and I'm enjoying reading this. I can't wait to see what happens with Tim and Lewie as things go on.

[Slugger]

I am liking it.
XD.

[Lewie]

Part 6: Dinner

When it got dark Dad insisted we throw a few large logs on the fire and headed up to the house. By now it was around six thirty or seven o’clock. Not looking forward to what would definitely be a boring and alcohol-ridden dinner, I brought my phone and a ten-dollar charge of credit to see if I would get service. While we waited for Carl to cook some sausages on the frying pan (it was raining outside, so the barbeque was pretty much useless), Dad and Rob sat at the kitchen counter, drinking beers and talking to Carl. Timmy and I sat on the couch, drinking cheap coke because we’re both only 15.
We flicked through the non-digital channels and several channels of white noise and fuzz. Out here, I discovered, there was no mobile phone or very good television reception. Occasionally, we would both say we liked a show or perhaps didn’t, and that lead at least a little bit of conversation between us.
When I looked at Tim I couldn’t help but think of the incident in the car… who cares if Tim had a boner… but why did I get one as soon as I noticed that he did? I didn’t think I was gay or anything. But sometimes in the past I had at least been a little curious at times. In fact, I considered myself as bi-curious. The next time that I turned to look at Tim and said, “Hold up, I like this show”, I stared a little bit harder and pictured him naked. And to be honest, I kind of liked what I was looking at.

We had our burnt pan sausages and all said goodnight – it was only 9PMish but my father was exhausted from driving, and Rob and I were beginning to fall asleep on the couch. About 20 minutes before we left the house, Tim went to the outhouse – or kind of an exterior bathroom – to take a shower, and we didn’t see him again before we left.
The three of us – my father and brother (both semi-hammered) and myself walked out to the car. I could see steam and light coming out of the tiny outhouse window. Awesome, the hot water had been fixed since last year… if only I had some kind of x-ray vision I could see right through at Timmy in the shower… I shook my head. I didn’t want to be thinking about that at the moment, I just wanted to get to sleep.

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Thanks to the guys that commented.
^^^

[Slugger]

Very well written, I must say(:

[daredude365]

I'm loving it please do the next part fast!

[nuditydudity]

This is an awesome story! I am loving it a lot. But don't rush to put the next part up, keep them as good as you have been. Don't let anyone rush you.
But keep up the awesome story!!!

[Lewie]

Thanks guys.
Will get the next part up tomorrow... and from there on it should get fairly interesting.