The Canadian Connection -2 ovdoc

The Return Visit

Shortly after the Canadian troop had returned to Canada, I had taken my troop on a week long trip to the troop’s private camp in the mountains. We have a large troop, but only about twenty went on the trip. Of those, ten were going to leave us to take a fifty mile hike with two adults. The hike was required in order to qualify foe a merit badge. The other ten would remain with me and another young leader at the main camp where we would study camping and rank requirements. The Canadian visit was history for the time.

One of the boys in my group was a good looking twelve year old named John. He was about average height, maybe about eighty pounds, brown hair and eyes, and anxious to finish up his requirements on camping and survival skills. John loved the outdoors. He had no problems with camping. And he wanted to go fishing.

There was a large lake next to the camp site. It was stocked with bass. It also served as a resevoir so the water was clear. It was August, so the water was also warm. A large part of our time there would be spent in or on the water. Most of the boys wanted to go canoeing or sailing. Only a few were into fishing. All of them wanted to spend lots of time swimming.

John caught my attention right away. He was popular, but also a soft spoken boy who liked being on his own. We hit it off because he wanted to try bass fishing. No one else seemed interested in that so he perked up when I offered to show him how to go fly fishing. I explained the best place to fish for bass was at a secret place I went to on the lake. I was not willing to take anyone there except a true fisherman. He seemed to like the idea of going fishing alone with the scout leader. And it’s not all that unusual for a fisherman to have some special place where the fish bite. The fact that the offer sounded a little mysterious was a definite bonus. When I added that we might want to go early when the fish are feeding, he just knew I knew my stuff.

The first day at camp was spent getting acquainted with the camp and the boys. I knew swimming was going to be a favorite activity and would be a good time to set the pace for the week, so we announced our first swim right after lunch. It was hot. A swim would allow the boys to have fun and cool off.

After the swim, I returned to my tent to change. John and his tent mate had set up their tent next to mine. I set up a clothes line near the tents to dry our towels and swim suits on. Once I had the line set up, I striped off my wet speedos and hung them over the clothes line to dry. Since there were only a few kids in camp, I didn’t bother to cover up as I did this. I wanted to set a laid back attitude in camp without being too obvious.

And it worked better than I expected. John and his friend Bobby watched both curious and amused at first. They made no pretense about looking me over. They had seen me nude in the showers, but not up close and personal like this. After deciding I was at ease being in the nude in front of them, John, then Bobby, slid out of their swim suits hanging them on the line. John had a shrunken up cut three incher with a few dark hairs showing, along with a ball sac just starting to drop. Bobby had about the same, but with no pubes. He was also chubbier than John with a nice prominent well padded set of buns. The two of them shyly attempted to cover their jewels at first, then openly allowed me to see them nude. I suspect the chance to be naughty was to much to pass up. But there were other boys also watching. The three of us got a good look, then slipped inside our tents to get some clothes on. No one commented on our acceptable behavior. It would set the pace for the week. Nudity was all right as long as all approved. We were all guys after all. I also noticed John and Bobby went commando when we slid on shorts. I had made a point of showing that I wasn’t wearing undies. John and bobby followed suit. No discussion. Just a silent decision.

That first night we had dinner, then settled back to relax. There was a camp fire, but no formalities. We swapped stories, told jokes, teased each other about trips and adventures in the past. Darkness had set in and the boys settled down to listen as I entertained them with a ghost story. They sat on logs around the fire with their legs spread open in the heat of the night. I took the opportunity to see what the camp fire light would expose to me. John seemed to know I was peeking. That honestly didn’t bother him. Letting me see his jewels was a naughty game. He knew he wasn’t supposed to be showing his privates, especially to some one who is staring at them, but he wanted to. I had let him see mine. It wasn’t like I was going to harm him. It was like I wanted to see him nude because it was fun. And he liked playing the game. Who knew where it might end? What are the rules? What did I expect? How would I go about getting what I wanted? How would it feel to play secret sex games with me? John seemed to trust me.

When the campfire was over, John and I peed on it to be sure it was out, then we headed to our tents. At first, John, Bobby, and I sat in my tent cross legged chatting and tired. Bobby was the first to excuse himself to get some sleep.

Shortly after Bobby left, I slipped out of my shorts sitting nude as John and I talked. Without anything being said, John knew I expected him to respond to my offer to get better acquainted. He smiled and slid out of the shorts. We were now alone and ready to explore rather than just look. I wasted no time tickling and touching him in all the private places. John was equally anxious to touch and play with my privates. He would return the favors as I showed him how nice it felt to have some one else play with your privates. In no time at all, I had him spread out on my sleeping bag as I moved into position to lick and suck on his dick and his balls. He moaned in pleasure as I demonstrated how to give a blowjob. In short order, he was pumping instinctively as I easily teased his little shaft until it began to throb and jump in my mouth.

John had never felt anything so intense. He held onto my head and humped it vigorously until the feeling stopped. Then he gave in to me as I hugged him and gave him his first kiss on his lips. He was open to let me show him how to kiss him as a lover. His next move was to slide down and lick on the mushroom shaped head of my shaft. He was not ready to try and take all of it. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to. For several minutes, he was content to lick and hold it. Finally, he decided to go further. He slid the head inside his lips and I taught him to cover his teeth while he sucked and licked on it. When I knew I was about to blow my load, I pulled away and held his hand around it as I pumped until it shot it’s load all over my chest and stomach, then oozed all over his hand.

John was fascinated. He had not seen any one do that before. I explained to him about cumming, and how much pleasure it brought. Then I showed him how to jerk off. Although he wasn’t yet able to shoot, he discovered how great it felt to have a dry orgasm. I knew he would be practicing lots from this point on. When he laid back and let me lick and massage his chest and stomach, he began to doze off. Pretty soon,he was sound asleep.

I decided it would be best to get him back to his own tent. I was really feeling horny, but John wasn’t ready or able to go further yet. Lifting him gently, I carried the exhausted boy back to his tent and laid him on his own sleeping bag. I had used a flash light to see in his tent. Bobby was sound asleep laying nude on his own sleeping bag. His short thick little shaft was soft, but sticking up above his chubby little tummy. There was no pubes. His ball sac was still small, but was just starting to fill out. Both boys were cut. So am I. Although both boys were about the same height, Bobby was rounder and bigger. Still nude, I looked over the two of them. Bobby sort of reminded me of a teddy bear. One of those stuffed ones that kids love to hold and hug.

I had laid down between them when I laid John down. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to fondle and play with Bobby a little before I turned in. It looked as if he had already been playing with himself. There was a bottle of skin lotion laying beside him. He didn’t move as I very gently ran my hand over his chubby little dicklet. It got a little harder as I rubbed it, but not much longer. Bobby sighed a little, but didn’t move. I figured he was probably dreaming that he was playing with it again. I moved closer laying skin to skin. He must have thought that John was doing that. He rolled over so that he was laying on his side. His soft round buns were now exposed. I lay on my side close enough to allow my hard seven inch shaft to press against the crack of his cheeks.

Who was seducing who became confusing at this point. Bobby was still breathing deeply, but was pushing back against me as if he liked feeling my dick rubbing up and down until it was sliding inside the buns touching and pausing at his hole. I knew Bobby had never done this before. At least, I didn’t think so. At any rate, my dick was now calling the shots. I knew Bobby was now awake, but chose to keep his eyes closed to keep from breaking up this new game. Grabbing the lotion bottle, I coated his crack and my finger. He did jump when My finger first pressed against his hole, but relaxed enough for me to slide in. Once I found his pleasure spot, he not only moaned, he pushed back to get more of it. I was soon working him pretty good. And Bobby was now relaxed with it. He allowed the second finger to stretch him open more not realizing why.

He was ready. I was more than ready. The fingers came out. My dick quickly took their place. Once it found the hole, it pushed inside. Just the head. Bobby groaned with the sudden pain that something bigger was now sliding inside his poop hole. Despite the pain, Bobby didn’t want the game to stop. What ever I was doing, it was something he was willing to try. I knew enough to pause once I was in. He made no move to push it out. His breathing was now short and labored, but he still remained still. After he started breathing normal again, I whispered to him to push back against it when I pushed in. He did as I asked, and even slowly worked the monster in at his own pace. Despite the pain, Bobby wanted this. He liked knowing this was something really special we shared - something he could do for me better than any one.

As I bottomed out with my entire shaft inside his hole, I whispered that it was in. Bobby wiggled his butt to let me know he could feel my pubes pressed against his buns, then whispered he was all right and liked me inside him. It didn’t hurt any more. I moved around inside him until I found his pleasure spot again. Then I began a gentle short rhythm which he rolled with. As I felt the load building, I rolled on top of him and started a longer more urgent thrust. Bobby opened his legs to allow me more room to thrust as he rolled gently with the rhythm. He was also now pushing back and arching up as I pounded his buns. His moans became more audible. He loved that I was hugging and kissing on him as I tried to make love to him. It ended all to quickly after that. I felt my balls pull up tight. They soon blew their load deep inside him. Bobby wasn’t sure what was supposed to happen, but knew I was loving it. I lay resting on top of him as I returned to normal.

 I told him he was now my teddy bear as I pulled out. He asked if I was going to do that again. I asked if he wanted to. Bobby wanted to be my teddy bear. He told me he liked what we did. He wanted to do it better than any body. And was more than willing to keep it our secret. He knew I really liked it. I could teach him how to make love. It felt really good. Bobby was a natural bottom. I knew he would soon find other guys to play with, but for now he was mine.

I mention all this now because it explains why John and Teddy Bear became very much a part of my sex life. I missed Junior. He had spoiled me. His demand for fun and sex had not only left me feeling lonely, but had me convinced that I needed more. I had taken the risk of being more aggressive. John and Teddy Bear had both responded by jointly accepting my affections as mutual

After that camp out, we met secretly, but often. John had seen me mount Teddy Bear often and in numerous positions. His curiosity soon got the best of him. After watching me ride and grunt while pumping my load inside his friend, he gave in and spread out on a wrestling mat while I mounted his beefy buns and slid a greasy seven inch shaft along his crack until I found a willing entrance. He grunted in pain as I pushed inside him, then gradually relaxed as I showed him the fun and pleasure of taking me. Even with a jealous Teddy Bear watching, he openly smiled up at both of us as I worked over his chubby little bottom. I took my time, pausing to make love to him before causing him to groan in ecstacy as his own little shaft throbbed and tried desperately to pump it’s own load. His butt muscles clenched my dick milking it until it exploded, pumping a generous load deep inside him. He knew it was done when I panted and finally relaxed resting as I slowly softened inside him. We parted, but hugged each other fondly both feeling totally pleased. John was going to want much more of this.

When the time came for me to visit Jack in Canada the next summer, both boys were well trained. I made arrangements to lease an RV for the trip. That would mean I could stop at will to enjoy the trip and the boys. Teddy Bear ran into trouble with family. They would not let him leave the country insisting he was to young. John had no such problem. His parents felt the trip would be a good educational experience for him. We took twice as long as necessary to get to Toronto. John could have cared less. It was all one big adventure to him.

When we did get there, we stayed with Jack, Junior, and Frank the first night. Jack spent the night sleeping with Frank. That worked out just great. Junior couldn’t wait to check out John. The three of us spent the night in the same bed. Junior helped john get out of his clothes, then undressed so they could check each other out. Junior was about a year older than John. He was also much more equipped. His shaft had grown to six inches, and was capable of constant use. He couldn’t wait to demonstrate. Although John only showed about four inches, he had plenty of training in sex.

The three of us shared a big king sized bed. And between us there was lots of games going on. I began by by letting Junior demonstrate his blow job expertise. Not a problem. He easily engulfed my shaft, showing how much he had missed it by sliding down to the base taking several inches down his throat. He worked it like the pro he was. I went to work on John’s shorter version, also giving him my best. John did as much for Junior. Both John and Junior got a generous load of cum which they easily swallowed. John wasn’t able to deliver yet, but his climax was just as intense. He was excited that he was being included s if he was just as old as Junior, and was loving the attention Junior showed him.  

When everyone had shot their load, I rolled over on my back and had John grease my shaft so I could demonstrate on Junior what a proper seeding was. John watched fascinated as Junior assumed the doggy position. Junior didn’t seem the least bit concerned, and even assured John that he had been waiting a long time to have me fill him again. John watched as I slowly eased my seven inch shaft into the waiting hole. Junior put on a show for him by moaning in pleasure as the thick shaft slowly disappeared from sight. Once in, I teased and played with Junior as I had done many times before. John played with his shorter version knowing he would get his turn. Junior Wanted to impress John so he would change positions or change the pace so I would pause or change the rhythm.

Finally, I was so excited and exhausted I placed him on his back and made mad passionate love to Junior as I plowed him roughly enough to slap his buns loudly as I thrust everything I had deep inside him. With his butt spread and his hole up in the air I emptied my load a second time. Junior and I were both panting loudly as I collapsed on top of him. The two of us kissed and made out as we recovered. Junior had shot off somewhere in the excitement, and was also in ecstacy.

Reluctantly, my shaft had gone soft on me and plopped out signaling that the fun was done for the moment. As I rolled off Junior, John saw the cum streaks on Junior’s tummy. With out a word, he moved closer to Junior’s tummy and proceeded to lick the liquid off. Junior watched quietly understanding the need John felt to share the fun. He wasn’t surprised when John followed up by taking his dick in his mouth to clean and nurse it. John knew well what Junior had just been through. As I rested, John was letting Junior know he liked what we had done, and maybe would be willing to play that game too. Junior’s response was to pull John close and make out with him. John was more than willing to give Junior what Junior had just given up. After all, they had both been trained to be bottoms. John was feeling the need to prove it.

As junior lay on his back, I showed my approval by using the K-Y to lube up his six inch shaft to do the job I knew John was aching for. I also lubed up John’s crack and his hole. It wouldn’t be necessary to stretch him out. They were ready. John rolled over on his stomach and opened up his cheeks waiting for Junior to take his position. He didn’t have to wait long. Without much chatter, Junior lifted himself straddling John’s buns. He allowed me to watch as he gently eased his shaft into John’s waiting hole.

They took their time. Junior was still a little tired from the workout he had just finished. John moaned in pleasure as Junior’s dick entered. I knew this was going to take awhile, so I relaxed beside them watching as Junior enjoyed playing top for a change. There was something special about this moment. Two bottoms who were usually busy trying to please a top were having a moment of their own. Although John was still the bottom, he was paying his respects to an older bottom who knew and understood what bottoms liked. The two really loved their time with each other. When Junior had reached his climax, he kissed John and slowly slid off. As he did so, he smiled at me and told me John was ready when I was. John nodded.

They had given me enough time to recharge. There was no need to lube up. John was well greased. I turned John over on his back and gently slid inside him. He was prepared and moaned in pleasure as I entered. He even smiled happily as I bottomed out in him. I knew he wanted me to show him as good a time as I had shown Junior. And Junior was watching. Once in, I worked John over good, then settled down to a good steady rhythm. I worked him over a good fifteen or twenty minutes before shooting off my third load of the night. Exhausted, but more than happy, I told both of them how good they were. Both John and Junior let me know they loved what they did. And we rested for the night holding each other.  

We had been so active that night that it was daylight when I woke again. Still tired and sleepy, it took me a few minutes to realize Frankie had joined us in bed. He had Junior on his back and had raised his legs up so his rosebud was fully exposed. Junior smiled at me as Frankie moved into position with a shaft that had grown even longer and thicker than I remembered. The way Junior seemed to be relaxed, I felt sure Frankie had kept him pretty busy while I was gone. And Frankie seemed to realize Junior was already well lubed. He placed the shaft against a leaking hole, then eased it in not stopping until he was totally in. Junior grunted a couple times. He wiggled his butt when Frankie was in to let his lover know he was ready. Frankie paused to kiss him, then started a slow easy rhythm.

Meanwhile, feeling a little left out, I turned my attention to John. He slowly opened his eyes as I rolled him onto his back and followed Frankie’s lead. As I entered him, John realized someone new was busy doing Junior, and watched in disbelief as Frankie slowly pulled back, then sunk into his friend. I assured John that Frankie and Junior were lovers, and that Junior was happy. Junior watched as I entered John. He also smiled as Frankie rocked him gently working him up. The two of us slowly increased our rhythm until the bottoms were more concerned with getting their rocks off while pleasing us than just watching. Both boys were groaning and grunting in pleasure again. Junior shot his load. John tried too. Both boys were excited as Frankie and I sprayed another sperm load deep inside them.

After resting to regain our composure, Frankie and I rolled aside, soft but happy. Frankie announced that Jack was doing breakfast. We showered, dressed, and joined him at the kitchen table. Jack was pleased that the boys were happy. He announced we had a busy schedule for the day. We were going to tour Toronto. The boys loved the visit to the Children’s Museum, then there was lunch at the Toronto Tower, a visit to a baseball stadium for a game. Toronto was very impressive.

The next day we toured Peterborough, Hamilton, and a scout camp called Oshara? After that, we left for Ottawa. Jack saw to it that I visited the Canadian National Scout office. Of course, there was lunch with friends at Parliament, the home of the Prime Minister, then off to visit other VIPs.

We spent the night at a youth hostel near Montreal. All of the teens there were European and Canadian Rover Scouts. John and Junior were very popular with them, and were treated as older teens. The rooms had twelve boys or adults to a room. The shower was an open shower that handled maybe a dozen at a time. If there were more than twelve waiting to shower, they would undress and wait in the dressing room for their turn. For me and jack, there was lots of eye candy to see. We had our problems trying to keep a soft shaft while looking at lots of mostly uncut shafts waiting or showering. John and Junior thoroughly enjoyed watching and winking at us (knowing they would pay for that later on). I was amazed at how many of the older teens openly looked each other over. More than a few smiled at me knowing I was more than curious. There was little I could do to hide my interest or my motives.

It was not until the following night when we arrived at Haliburton Scout Reserve that John, Junior, and I got a room of our own. So did Jack and Frankie. I can’t speak for them, but Junior and John kept me busy all night. Both were more than aware that I was hot and horny. By the time we were undressed, we were ready to resume our games. We did so with a passion. All night long.

It was that night that Frankie again joined us in our room. Once again, he crawled in bed with Junior. This time, John was awake and watched as Frankie mounted Junior and proceeded working him over. John had seen this before, but had been worried that he could not handle the size. He knew it would hurt. He had watched as Frankie pulled back raising Junior’s butt into the air only to plunge that monster back inside pushing Junior flat against the bed. Although Junior claimed he liked it, John was skeptical. Frankie had respected John’s decision not to try it.

But this night, John gave in. He had to try it. He asked Frankie if he would stop if it hurt. Frankie agreed, surprised that John wanted to try it. There were boys bigger than Junior who were afraid of Frankie. I watched amazed as Frankie loosened John up, then applied lots of lube to his long nine inch shaft and John’s butt. I could tell by John’s face that he was hurting as Frankie slowly eased his shaft into the hole, but John insisted he proceed. John was on his back, and could see the shaft enter. He took that thing an inch at a time. It must have taken twenty minutes just to get it in. Both John and Frankie looked relieved when it was totally in. There was a long pause as they waited for John to get used to a dick that had reached new depths. John was sure it was all the way up to his throat. He was proud that he could feel that monster moving around inside him. Only when he was ready did Frankie begin his slow easy rhythm. Once again, I watched a boy’s butt raise up off the bed as Frankie pulled back and then paused before driving deep inside. Once Frankie got going, it didn’t take long. John watched as his butt gave in to Frankie’s unrelenting plunges. All to soon, Frankie moaned in pleasure as John’s butt held on tightly sucking from him another sperm load. Finally Frankie sank exhausted onto John’s body. He was happy and done. So was John. The two of them had successfully bonded. I felt a little jealous, but this was something John had to try. Besides, Frankie had not said a word about me and Junior, his lover.

The next morning I found out that the camp was unique in that it had a number of islands on the lake. Each of the islands had one or two camps that were on their own. The only way to the camps was by flatboat. You carried all your camp supplies to your camp, and were on the island for a week. You could put on your own program your own way. Food supplies were brought to you from the main camp. You could pick up boats as needed. Each camp had it’s own beach for swimming. I couldn’t wait to bring a troop to camp there.

But the time had run out for John and I. Jack led us back to Toronto where we said our good-byes. It was hard to hug Junior and return to the states. John had a tough time with that too. Both of us knew Junior still had Frankie to love. It was probably easier on him than on us, but that changed as John and I openly made good use of the RV on the trip home. We took several days getting back. And spent a lot of time together. If anything, John was still my lover. Nothing had changed.

 John excitedly told his parents about the many things he learned about Canada during the trip. (O kay, so he didn’t tell them everything). I knew my next trip would be a huge success, but thats another story.