Date: Mon, 13 Sep 2010 16:52:20 -0700 (PDT) From: Trey Milt Subject: Jake & Jack go camping - 2 DISCLAIMER: This is my story; it is a work of total fiction. Any resemblance to real people, dead or alive, is purely coincidental. By reading this story you agree that you are at or above legal age in your location. Certain sexual activities that may be depicted in this story are safe only in fictional literature .That said; I hope you enjoy my story. Feedback is welcome and can be sent to me at thetriangle17@yahoo.com Chapter 2 Jake thanked me profusely and I reminded him that we needed to get going. He rifled through his backpack and pulled out a clean pair of boxers. I was busy packing away my sleeping pad and sleeping bag when he removed his cum crusted boxers and balled them up. Because the tent was small and two both of us were in there, changing was a little bit of a chore. He was naked for a few moments while he shuffled around trying to get his clean boxers on. Once more, I got a good look at him. His cock looked to be about 3 1/2" when it was soft and I was really fascinated by the small size of his cock head. Mine is so pronounced and really sticks out, while his barely stuck out and was so understated. I found myself staring. "What's wrong?" he asked in a worried voice. "Huh?" I responded, my cheeks flushing knowing I'd been caught staring. "Well, you're staring at me so I thought you noticed something was wrong." "Oh, no" I replied, recovering quickly. "I was just trying to see if your pubes were left intact. I know how hard it is to grow them at your age and I just wanted to make sure I didn't pull too many out." He was sitting bare assed on his sleeping bag, his boxers still down around his ankles. He brought his hand to his small patch, running his fingers through it and said, "I was worried about that too but it looks like everything is ok." I was trying hard to not openly stare, so I made myself busy pulling my gear out of the tent. "Yep, looks fine to me so let's get a move on." He quickly got dressed and packed up his gear. We broke camp and quickly made for the ferry, which was leaving in about 20 minutes or so. I parked the car and we hurried to the dock where the deckhands took our backpacks and added them to the 30 or 40 other backpacks and other gear from others who were on their way to the island as well. As we departed the dock, a light rain began. The waves looked like they were 3 or 4 feet high, but I wasn't too concerned. The boat had to be at least 70 or 80 feet long with a deep cut bow, so I figured we'd cut through the waves with a minimum of fuss. I was wrong. As soon as we left the protected harbor, the boat started to pitch and roll. Not really badly, but enough that you had to hold on. It didn't seem too terribly bad, but the ride to Isle Royale from Copper Harbor, MI (which is the port you leave from) is 2 hours long. I have spent a lot of time on boats, so I didn't really feel anything as we pitched and rolled around for the next hour but as I looked at Jake, he looked a little bit green. Now I've heard people say that when someone gets sea-sick, they look green but I always thought that was just a descriptive way of saying they were sick but Jake actually looked green. "Are you alright, Jake?" I asked, concerned. "Man, I don't feel very good Jack. I think I'm gonna be sick." "Lets go outside and get some fresh air, maybe that will make you feel better" I said. We moved from the main cabin to the outside of the boat where a cool, if wet, breeze rushed past us. It was still lightly raining, but Jake didn't care. He moved over to the rail and violently threw up. He spent a few moments with his head over the rail and finally, he straightened up. "Feel better?" I asked. "A little," he replied. "I still feel sick though." The rain began to come down in sheets, so we moved back into the main cabin. I steered him to a secluded part where there weren't any people in the immediate area and said "Let's sit down here. You can lay down and put your head on my leg." He happily complied. "I know this sucks right now, but I promise this will be a story we'll laugh about in just a few days." I told him. He just lay there, moaning a little. Without really thinking about it, I began to stroke his hair, softly telling him "everything will be fine. Only a few more miles to go." He had his eyes screwed shut tightly, willing himself to stay calm. We were there together for 25 minutes or so when the rain suddenly stopped and the sun brilliantly shone through the windows. "Let's move outside, Jake" I said, not really wanting him to move but knowing it would make him feel better. "It will make you feel better if you have some fresh air." We moved to the outside again and as soon as the cool air hit his face, he seemed better. A much more natural color replaced the previous green tint. We sat on the upper deck, the wind swirling around us and the sunlight warming us when we finally spotted the island. "There it is," he cried! "Wow, it's bigger than I remember." I said. We watched as the captain expertly put the boat right up alongside the dock and the dockhands quickly tied off the boat. People spilled out onto the dock, their backpacks moved off the boats almost as quickly. Jake and I grabbed our packs, and began moving toward the shore. We checked in with the Ranger and I gave him a copy of our itinerary. He gave us a few words of encouragement and warned us of a few potential issues and sent us on our way. We began our hike. All traces of the the previous wet weather were gone. The sunlight began to heat up the foliage and it wasn't long before it was sweltering hot. We walked about a mile when Jake suddenly stopped. He turned towards me, sweat dripping off his face. "I'm dying here," he said as he removed his backpack. As soon as his pack was off his back, he removed his shirt and put his backpack back on. "Great idea, Jake" I told him, removing my back pack and my shirt as well. "You're hot!", I said jokingly. "Haha, so are you!" he laughed back. We started walking again moving farther inland. We had 8 miles to go this day and it was already noon. We had time, but I didn't want to dilly-dally either. I was trying to stay ahead of the crowd of people who had gotten off the boat with us. The humidity was almost unbearable, the sun steaming all of the previous rain all around us. We were really hot. We stopped for a drink of water and rested a bit. Jake said, "It's too damn hot. We should just sit here for a while." I agreed with him and while we were resting, began to study the trail map in depth. "Hey," I said. "There's a little lake that looks like it's about 1/2 a mile down this side trail right here." I pointed to the spot on the map and Jake leaned in to get a look. "We could go on down there, have a bite to eat and maybe take a swim to cool off." I could smell the sweat coming off of him and for some reason, it turned me on. I got a raging hard-on as the musty smell radiated off his teen body. He grinned, "That's off the hook, Jack! Let's hurry up and get going. I want to swim so bad." I adjusted myself and we put our packs back on and resumed our hike. 100 feet up the trail, the side trail we had seen on the map appeared. It looked overgrown and not used at all so we questioned whether it led to the lake or not. "Let's just go see if it's there or not, " Jake said. "We can always turn around and come back if there's nothing there." "Sounds good to me, I'd really like to cool off too so I'm game." I told him. We started up the "trail" and really had to make our own trail as we moved forward. We went about 1/2 a mile and sure enough, the trail opened up and terminated at a large clearing right next to a small lake. There was a very small beach on the lake side of the clearing and we moved toward it, un-slinging our backpacks as we moved toward it. Jake dropped his backpack about 10 feet from the water, untied his hiking boots, pealed his socks off and took off his shorts in about 20 seconds. In his boxers, he ran into the water and just kept going until he finally dove under the water. I had just put my backpack down, amazed that he could move so fast. "Come on, hurry up you old man!" he gleefully cried. "Water's great!" I quickly removed my boots, socks and shorts and in my boxers ran into the water as well. It was heavenly. The water wasn't really all that cool but it was wet and cooler than our bodies so it felt great. Jake swam close to me and cocked his arm back like a gun and sent a geyser of water my way, splashing me full in the face. Not to be outdone, I returned fire. Splashing and thrashing around, I finally moved close to Jake and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him in close to me. Squealing like a little kid, he tried to break away and gave me a run for my money. He was so slippery that I was having a hard time holding on to him. I finally grabbed him from behind, my arms around his waist and kind of lifted him up out of the water throwing him about 4 or 5 feet. He loved that and came back for more. He'd swim right up to me and act like he was going to splash me, I'd grab him and he'd pretend to try to get away. I loved the feel of his body against mine and would hold him there for a long moment before I threw him again. I was hard as a rock again, my cock throbbing painfully. All of this contact with Jake made me horny again and the next time I lifted him up, I slid my hands down a little before throwing him and grabbed onto his boxers as he flew away. He fell into the water in a crumpled heap, sputtering as he came up for air and there I was with his boxers in my hand! "Hey, you're gonna pay for that" he laughed and started swimming for me. I crumpled up his boxers in a ball and threw them as hard as I could toward shore where they landed just a few feet from his backpack. He stopped and watched them sail through the air, not sure if he should follow or continue coming at me. We looked at each other and I started to laugh. That shook him out of his funk and he started swimming toward me with a vengeance, his bare ass peeking through the water as he swam toward me. When he got to me, he began to reach for my boxers intending to take them from me as I had taken his from him. I pushed him away and we began to wrestle in the water, him grabbing for my shorts and me trying to prevent him. I grabbed one of his arms, reached between his leg, my hand just touching his ball sack as I grabbed his thigh. He immediately stopped trying for my shorts and starting to protect his jewels, thinking I was going to grab them. He was surprised when I lifted him out of the water by his arm and his inner leg and threw him 3 or 4 feet away. He came up, sputtering, and lunged toward me again diving beneath the water. I grabbed him just as he got to me, one of his hands finally making contact with my boxers. I tried to pull him out of the water with both of my hands, but he was able to grab my boxers and as I pulled him up by his ankles, he pulled my boxers down and ended up with them in his hands. With a wicked grin, he balled them up and threw them at the shore barely making it. "There, now we're both naked" he said triumphantly. "So we are," I laughed. Self-conscience about possibly getting caught, I looked around the small lake so see if anyone else was around. The tree-line came right down to the lake all the way around except for our little beach. The lack of use of the trail we had used to get to this spot indicated to me that we were likely to be alone and safe from prying eyes. We lounged around, just kind of floating around every once and a while, Jake would float on his back and I'd catch a glimpse of his cock and balls for a second before they'd go underwater again. I didn't try to hurry us along, enjoying the cool relaxing water and knowing each of us was naked. At length, Jake said "I'm getting all wrinkled. We should probably get out." "Fine by me," I said. "You first." "No way, you first," he replied. "Fine," I said and started swimming for the shore. He followed but stopped about 10 feet from the shore. I walked out of the water and turned toward him, my hands on my hip and my cock just dangling there for him to view and said, "Here you go, get a good look at me boy. Is this what you wanted to see?" He got a funny look on his face and said, "Hey what are all those things on your legs?" I looked down at my legs and saw 6 or 7 black things on my legs and realized they were leaches. "Well, I guess I know why no one swims in this lake," I called out to him. "Why, what are those things?" he asked. "Leaches and I bet you have them all over you too," I told him. Without a further word, he bounded out of the water and stood right beside me. Sure enough, he had 7 or 8 leaches on him as well. We both stood there, naked as jaybirds and he reached down and began to rip the leach off his leg. "No," I cried! I grabbed his arm and forcibly stopped him. "You can't just pull the leach off. It will leave part of itself in you when you rip it off and will get infected. We have to heat them off." "What!" He said. "What do you mean, heat them off?" "Well, you get a match or something hot and when you touch it to the leach, it doesn't like the heat so it removes it's teeth from your body and tries to get away from the heat. When you see it kind of writhe from the heat, then you just kinda flick it off your skin." "Oh, OK. Do you have matches we can use for this?" he said. "Well, I have one of those flame sticks that I think will be better," I answered. I moved over to my backpack and bent over to get it out of one of the pockets, when he called out "Hey, you have a few on your ass too. It looks like one is half way buried up there." "Oh shit," I said. "That means you probably have them in your ass too." When I said that, he frantically tried to look behind himself at his ass. Have you ever tried to look at your ass over your shoulder? It's like a dog chasing his tail. Jake kept turning in a circle as he tried to see if he had any leaches on his own ass which made me start to laugh. He had a panicked look on his face, "Its not funny. I can't tell if I have any on me or not." "Come here and let me see." I said. I grabbed him by his shoulders and turned him so his ass was facing toward me. "Yep, you have at least two that I can see," I said. "One is kinda half in, half out so I can't tell if there's more or not." "Well check....check," he pleaded half crying now. "Calm down, Jake. It's not that big of a deal. We'll find them all and get them all off you." I assured him. "How are you supposed to get a flame that close to my butt?" He cried! "Don't worry, dude!" I said. You can also use salt. It takes a little longer, but obviously I'm not going to put a hot poker in your ass so quit worrying, I've had this happen many times before and it's really not a big deal. Usually the most difficult thing is having to get naked if they're under your bathing suit, but that doesn't seem to be a problem for us now, does it?" His panicked look was replaced with one that was more or less relief. "Here, we'll start with you so we can get them off you first, OK?" I told him. He nodded his head. I kneeled down in front of him, aware that now his cock was virtually right in front of my face. I tried to not think about that as I moved from leach to leach applying a little bit of flame just to the surface of each. One by one, they came off as I moved up each leg. As I got higher, I noticed two or three on his inner thigh. "Let me take off the ones right on the outside of your butt first, then I'll have you sit down and I can get the rest. It looks like there are a couple on the inside of your thighs and maybe one a little higher. He grabbed his balls and widened his legs and said, "Can you see any more?" There was one right up under his ball sack and I told him so. He said, "Man, no wonder no one swims here. This is the worst." "This is the most amount of leaches I've ever seen on someone before." I said. I removed the two that were on his butt cheeks and said, "There's one kinda half in there. I'm gonna spread your cheeks a little to see ok, I'm not getting fresh," I quipped tying to make a joke so he'd let me. "OK, go ahead," he told me. I spread his ass cheeks wide but there was just the one that I had seen previously. But he didn't know that! I had a good look as his ass-hole. It was bright pink. This was the first pucker I'd ever seen and I had to stop myself from looking too long since I felt myself starting to harden up. I willed myself to stay soft and said, "Man Jake, you have one right up next to your ass-hole. It's a good thing we got out or it might have just crawled up into you." "Oh my God, get it out, get it out," he panicked. "I got it, settle down it's not moving so you're fine. There are two. One is right here (I touched the one that was actually there in his upper thigh) and one right here (I touched right next to his pink hole)." Jake jumped forward as I touched his inner-most area that is so very private to most of us. "Ssorry, I wasn't expecting that," he said. "Well, if someone just touched my ass-hole, I think I'd jump too," I said! "We sure are getting to see a lot of each other on this trip," I joked. "Yeah, that's for sure," Jake answered. "It's kind of a good thing that I had my little `problem' last night and you were able to help, otherwise you touching me like this would really be freaking me out. I'm actually not all that bothered by it." "Well, its not like we're dating or anything," I quipped. Realizing how what he said must have sounded, Jake sputtered; "well, ah, I didn't really mean...ah shit...you know what I mean." "Yeah, I do and I'm glad you're not freaked out. Especially since when I'm done with you, you have to do this for me." "Oh, yeah, I guess I do. I didn't really think about that, he said." "Well, let me finish up with this one that's buried itself in you and we can worry about that in just a sec." I told him. "I need you to flip onto your knees, with your shoulders on the ground and your ass up in the air. Then I'll need you to use your hands and spread your cheeks so I can get in there and get it. While you do that, I'll go get the salt." I moved over to my backpack and got my salt. When I got back, his ass was in the air, his cheeks spread wide and his pink hole completely exposed. There were no leaches in there, but there was no way I was going to let this opportunity pass by. I positioned myself behind him and putting my face right near his ass asked, "Are you ready?" "As I'll ever be. Is this gonna hurt?" he asked. "No, you might feel the salt a little but it won't hurt." I replied. I picked up one of the leaches on the ground that I had previously taken off so I'd have something to show him and I sprinkled some salt right on his pucker. I saw it flex open and shut and willed my cock to remain deflated. "I know this is weird, but its gonna take a little bit before the leach backs out. I'm gonna rub some salt on and around the leach and hopefully it will make it come off quicker." I started rubbing my index finger all around his hole, rubbing right on it and around it. I did that for several seconds and heard him whimper. I stopped. "Are you ok, I asked. "Does it hurt? Do you need me to stop?" "No, it doesn't hurt but it kinda feels weird." he said. "How much longer is this gonna take?" "It depends on the leach. We definitely don't want you to get infected in here." I told him. "You got that right," he said. "Go ahead and get it out of there. Don't worry about me. It's not hurting so just go ahead." I started rubbing his pucker again. I could see it flexing open and shut as he responded to my touch. I was now hard as a rock and the thought popped into my head that I could just bring my hard dick right up to his ass and fuck him right then and there. "Holy Shit," I thought. Where did that thought come from. I'm not gay but here I am basically fingering a hot little teen and hard as a rock and thinking about fucking him? I continued to rub his ass hole, but I tried to will my cock to deflate. "Not gonna happen," I thought. It was a good thing that Jake was facing away from me and couldn't see my hard cock. I heard him gasp a little and I looked over at him and from my sideways view, I saw he was hard too! I'm sure he didn't want to be, but all this rubbing on his ass hole had him all fired up. I figured I had a good 20 or 30 seconds left so I said, "Almost there Jake...it's finally starting to move." He didn't say anything, but as I kept rubbing, he gasped again. I was now hunched down low, peeking between his legs where I saw his ball sack, up tight against his body and his cock sticking straight out. A drop of pre-cum dripped slowly from the tip to the ground. With one final rub, I said "Ok, all done with that one" and I moved him around so that he would sit on his ass and I could get the final `actual' leach that was near the bottom of his ball sack. As I moved him to his ass, his hands flew around to hide his now throbbing cock. He landed kinda of heavily on his ass and was off balance so he needed his hands to steady himself. This gave me full view of his hard shaft and he know that I saw him hard. "Ahhhh, Ahhh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to get hard, Jack. It just kinda happened. Really, it did and I'm sorry," he just kept repeating. "Dude, I thought we had an understanding?" I said. "What happens in camp and all that shit and that we're not gonna worry about this kinda thing. I'm pretty sure I've seen a hard cock before and its not a big deal. If you're embarrassed about having a woody, here...I'll put you at ease." I was having a hard time (pun intended) not going completely hard so I reached down and stroked my cock to it's full length. Jake's eyes widened. "There, now I have one too so you don't need to be embarrassed." I told him