The "Numbers" Guy

A guy I met at sleep-away camp used a mysterious joke to get my attention while he took care of his stiffie. I was about 12. We were getting ready to hike a trail. We had to go in pairs so everybody could be accounted for. This bigger boy, 14 or 15, asked me if I wanted to be his partner. After hiking and climbing for a while we stopped to piss in the undergrowth. I sneaked a look at his dick and I knew he was checking mine. The guy said he wanted to tell me a joke. It went like this:

 Once there was a boy who did everything by the numbers. When he ate, he would say "One" and pick up his fork. "Two," he speared some food with his fork. "Three," he put the fork in his mouth.

This same boy also went to the bathroom by the numbers, saying: "One" as he unzipped his pants. "Two" while getting his weenie out. "Three," he pulled the loose skin of his peter out of the way. "Four," aim his pee into the toilet. "Five," slide the loose skin back where it belonged. "Six," tuck his weenie into his pants. "Seven," close his zipper.

One day he was in the rest room and another boy walked in. The "numbers" guy seemed to be talking to himself as he stood at the pisser. The other boy listened to see what was going on. He heard the numbers boy saying "Three-Five! Three-Five! Three-Five!" real fast, again and again!

That was the end of the joke. The other boy snickered as if it was hugely funny. I didn't understand it, but I laughed anyway so I wouldn't appear dumb. The boy who had just told me the joke was now looking at me with his eyebrows raised, nodding his head downward to get me to look toward his fly. His hand was busy with his dick, which had grown since I peeked at it. It was longer and stiffer than it used to be. His hand was going back and forth. As soon as I looked, he began saying "Three-Five! Three-Five!"

He kept on three-fiving himself until a lot of gray-looking fluid arced out of his weenie and landed on the bushes and weeds.

He said, "Whew, I needed that." I was sure I had just witnessed something special on the part of my bigger friend but I was completely mystified.

He let me watch him do the three-five routine a couple more times that week. He also invited me to feel of his stiffy, and he responded by playing with my hard little boner. At his suggestion we gave each other a few three-fives like he'd been doing to himself.

One time I saw him head down the trail with a different partner. I was pretty sure there would be some three-fiving involved. It kind of made me mad that he was doing it with somebody else. I wanted to sneak along behind them and get a look, but chickened out.

By the next time he asked me to hike with him, I was ready to go again so I could watch him do the three-fives to his dick while letting him play with my little stiffie.

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