Another wave of ohhs went through."I got more of a dick than you do, i can prove it." He replied. His face was a look of confidence.He stood up, drop...ed his jeansand boxers and exposed his member. Laughs and giggles were vibrant around our campfire, why we had one when it wasnt dark is beyond me. Jakes 2 inch soft member was almost invisible in the campfire light. I was laughing the hardest."What? You think you can do better?" He said, pulling up his pants. "Lets see it." He said.He knew. A little warm but that was to be expected after a hundred-fifty metres of butterfly. I knew I was overdosing on adrenalin.Who wouldn’t be high after posting a personal best to within a second of the Olympic record for the fifty freestyle? That performance in the final guaranteed me a slot on the national team. I was going to the Games! It took every single ounce of my self-control to pull it together for the butterfly final.I was the second slowest qualifier for the two-hundred butterfly. Once. The essence of me.I blink. Trying to think coherently. Hadn’t I crushed this need, wiped the slate clean and started over already? Deep inside something tells me I should have known better. Nothing in life worth fighting for is ever that easy. The dead and buried always come back to haunt me. I’d be a fool to think otherwise.And now something has nudged awake part of my psyche that’s been hidden away for so long. I’m finding it hard to keep it from breaking free. Like a caged monster its. "Aw, nothing." Bobby mumbled, digging his toes into the dirt."Sure doesn't look like nothing." She said as she dropped down into the swing next to his. "Come on, tell big sister about it, maybe I can help."Bobby looked at Jan and then back down at the ground, "promise you won't laugh?" Cross my heart and hope to die." Okay," said Bobby, "It's about Billy Johnson's party this Saturday. He is planning on playing spin the bottle. With girls and everything." So," said Jan, "your thirteen now, I.