Any remaining errors are because of my stubborness.This is a work of fiction. If you recognize someone, please don't tell them. Any resemblance is str...ctly coincidental and probably highly insulting!Place: Northern Indiana or a reasonable facsimile thereof. The places here are what I needed to make the story work and the distances do not pretend to be accurate, so draw a new map.Action: Hormonally charged fourteen and fifteen-year-old high school freshmen. Peer pressure abounds. Everything is. " He screamed at her back."Paul," I commanded. "It's getting dark. Fix the fire. Get Jim and I a drink then sit right there on the picnic table across from us. I want you to watch us."Jim could barely believe his ears but he had a good idea where I was going with this. I sat on the log next to Jim and began to stroke the inside of his thigh as we joked and laughed. Paul soon came back: gave us our drinks and tended the fire. When he was seated across from us I moved my hand to Jim's crotch. I. I was given a single room and she was sharing the room with my other cousin sister. I was teasing her throughout the day by texting her my dick’s photo and talking dirty with her to which she was also turned on. Finally, we all drank and were proceeding to each other’s room to sleep.I texted her saying let’s go buy a condom and come back. She agreed to say that as soon as my cousin will sleep she will come and we can go. I was so horny that I was texting her all the dirty things until my other. Once 'Go!' was yelled out, heclosed his eyes and penetrated the watermelon praying he wouldn't cum andthat the thirty seconds would just fly by. Guys were shouting at him to be a man and not to cum, where as the girlswere doing the complete opposite, wanting both to win the bet, but alsofor the sheer pleasure of seeing Paul ejaculate into the giant melon.With Angie practicing her front flip on the three meter diving boardright in front of him, Paul couldn't help but look and get turned on asshe.