The guys drove out to a desolate area, where they could drive the Jeep off road. Greg got stuck in the mud a few times, but his strong young classmates moved him free. The commented that he needed a more powerful engine, and that the four wheel drive seemed sticky, but maybe it would loosen up. They parked in a flat sandy area, and made camp. They had a view of the water.
"Oh, we should turn Greg human so he can have lunch with us, " Del said as he roasted a chorizo on a stick over the campfire.
"No. I've got his lunch covered. Ten gallons of high octane. He will be human for five hours, so if we change him now, we can't drive him for five hours," said Danny unloading two red 5 gallon gas cans.
"I don't think the five hours have to be continuous, but I guess we'll wait until dark to change him back," agreed Del.
"Besides by then we'll have fresh fish to eat," said Tony.
They filled up Greg. The high octane fuel really made him alert and horny.
After an hour of not catching any fish, Tony complained that the fish were out there but without waders or a boat they couldn't get their lines close enough to catch them.
Danny suggested, "Let's drive Jeff out to the sandbar, and use him as fishing platform?"
"And diving platform, too. See how much darker the water is on the other side of the sandbar? That means it's deeper. It's hot, who else wants to skinny dip?"
The drove Greg out into the water. White water was left in their wake, but they made it to the sandbar. They spent the rest of the afternoon fishing, and skinny dipping. Del's playlist boomed out of Greg's speakers. When they weren't swimming, or fishing, the naked guys lay on Jeff's hood working on their tans.
Danny set up a hibachi on Greg's hood and cooked the fish. While he was cooking damp bare asses and balls pressed against Greg's seats. When they were done eating the grilled fish, they threw the bones in the water. Then someone suggested a circle jerk as the sun was slowly setting.
Then Tony suggested that they use their inflatable mattresses as rafts to bring their sleeping bags over, and spend the night sleeping on the Jeep as the water lapped around them. He swam to shore with Danny and collected the gear.
With the radio off, Greg couldn't complain. When they turned him on, Del plugged in his USB drive with his playlist setting it to loop, saying, "no radio reception out here." So Greg was forced to listen and be fully aware as his naked buddies flattened his seats and arranged the sleeping bags. Then snored away the night.