The bridge club idea wasn't (yet) working out. There just wasn't enough time in a 4 hour bridge session. It was taking mom and Mrs. Cleaver over 2 hours just to sleep off the effects of the Dac (short for aphrodisiac).
But spring had arrived, and my friend Jim invited me to go camping with his family. I thought it would be a good opportunity to test out Dac on males. They had a little piece of land about 20 miles outside of town that they liked to camp at. It even had a stream running though it that we could fish in. The trip was planned for Memorial Day weekend, so we'd have 3 days (and 3 nights) of fun to play with. I figgered at a minimum, I'd find out what effect (if any) Dac had on males, and if there were positive results, it would open up a whole new world of possibilities. And besides, Mrs. Cooper was a hot 42 year old who was fun just to watch even if I couldn't get any Dac into her. She'd had 2 kids. Jim, my friend, and his sister Anna, who was older than Jim and had a child of her own. But she was married and living in Lakeside, a town about 90 miles away. Unfortunately, she wouldn't be coming. Timmy was also out of town with his mom visiting relatives, so he wouldn't be able to make it, either.
We loaded up the Cooper's station wagon on Friday night and took off right after Mr. Cooper got off work. It didn't take long to get to the property and in no time, Mr. Cooper had us parked at the edge of a large meadow with enough light left to set up camp. I helped get a fire started. Fortunately, we'd brought wood with us, so there wouldn't be any scrounging till at least tomorrow. Mr. Cooper and Jim set up the tent, and Mrs. Cooper set up the camp kitchen.
The tent was a big one (sleeping 8), and it also had a screened in patio area in front of the sleeping compartment. Pretty cool, I thought, but I assumed Jim and I would be sleeping out under the stars as long as the weather held. I pulled out the camp chairs and arranged them around the fire. Mr. Cooper had pulled out a bottle of run and fixed he and his wife a rum and coke. Jim and I stuck with cokes. Neither he nor I was into hard alcohol, though we did sneak out into the trees a couple of times for tokes on my water pipe.
The fire, alcohol, and pot put us all in a toasty mood, and it didn't take long till people were drifting off to bed. I set up my sleeping bag out in the meadow on top of a ground tarp. No tent for me tonight. I reviewed my plans (such as they were) for tomorrow, before drifting off to sleep. Jim and I were planning to fish all day tomorrow which was perfect. It gave me all day to test out the effects of Dac on him.
In the morning, I helped Mrs. Cooper make sack lunches for Jim and I. I knew Jim liked a beer or two while fishing so I made sure to grab 2 for him and 2 for me. I figured there were 3 possible effects of the Dac on Jim. The first and most likely was that nothing would happen - like all the girls we'd tested at school. The next one worried me. What if Jim became incredibly horny and unable to be controlled. Nothing I could do about that (after the fact) but I felt Mr. Cooper would keep his son in line. But the most interesting possibility was if it worked on Jim the way it had worked on my mom and Mrs. Cleaver. So, in the worst case, I spend a weekend fishing and camping (tough life), or Jim ends up with a case of the hots for a day. Best case, I had the makings for a gangbang.
I wanted the majority of the day to evaluate Jim, so as soon as Jim popped the top on his first beer. I slipped the Dac into his beer while he was rigging his fishing line. Then, I went down the stream a ways and rigged up my own pole. I checked on Jim around noon, and found him high as a kite. I suspected that Dac had both hypnotic and hallucinogenic properties, but Jim was confirmation. He just sat there with a stupid shit eating grin on his face staring blankly at the tip of his fishing pole. I saw that he'd caught a fish, so I guess he was functional at some level. I tried to get Jim to eat some lunch while I did, then went back to my fishing hole.
I returned to Jim about 5 o'clock with 4 fish on my stringer. Jim hadn't caught any more, but 5 fish would be enough for tonight. We packed up and headed back to camp with Jim following me like a puppy. When we got to camp, Mrs. Cooper was starting to get things ready for dinner while Mr. Cooper was sacked out in a hammock. I noticed Mrs. Cooper had a pot of coffee going on the coleman (perfect). The pot looked like it held 10 cups, so I figured 11 doses (1 per cup, one for the pot) of Dac would do the trick. It was easy to drop the Dac into the pot while Mrs. Cooper was busy elsewhere.
Then, I went and collected more firewood and built up the fire, so I'd have a good batch of coals. Then I wrapped each fish in aluminum foil, adding a pat of butter and some salt, pepper, and dill). I had to wait a little while for the fire to die down, then I moved the bigger flaming pieces of wood to the side and revealing a nice bed of coals. I laid my fish packets on the coals, cooking them for 5 minutes on one side and 3 on the other. By the time the fish were ready, Mrs. Cooper had the sides ready, so we all sat down to eat.
It wasn't till after dinner that Mrs. Cooper asked if anyone wanted coffee. Shit, Jim was the only one who wanted some. Shit, shit, shit. What to do? OK, I got it!. I snuck over to my backpack and pulled out 10 more doses of Dac, then continued my sneak into the tent where I'd seen Mr. Cooper take his bottle of rum. I found it in his ruck sack. I tried to estimate how many drinks were left in the bottle and decided to fuck it and put all 10 doses in the bottle. I snuck back out and meandered my way back to the campfire, pretending I'd gone down to the stream to clean up.
