Date: Mon, 17 Dec 2012 15:26:19 -0500 From: wild wing Subject: The Kid in the Red Canoe - C1 Preamble: I've been reading Nifty story for many years, in fact almost back to the beginning. My favorite among the early writers was a gentleman who called himself Marky Mark. I'd love to speak to him but alas his email addresses no longer work. He has written nothing for over twelve years. My favourite Marky Mark tale was a short story called 'The Kid at the Cottage'. It appeared September 21st 1998. What follows is written in his honour. It is a rewrite of his story with my own additions and embellishments. You may compare it to his if you wish. I hope it does Marky Mark justice wherever he may be. There are descriptive scenes of consensual sex between an underage gay boy and an adult. You have been warned. The author does not condone such practices in real life. I love hearing from my readers and will respond to all. I have renamed his story "The Kid in the Red Canoe'. Enjoy! Chapter one The first time I lay eyes on Jason it was quite a sight. He was standing naked as only a twelve year old boy can, knee deep in the shallows of a small rocky waterfall. There were two other boys there attired in a similar manner, perched up and around the cascading water. I knew the place well for I was no more than a mile by boat from my family's cottage and I had been coming here since I was a kid myself. I was up at the cottage for the summer, alone as I often was, working on the dock and the old crumbling boathouse. My grandfather owned the place although he seldom came up any more. As his favourite grandson he told me I would get the cottage upon his death. In the meantime he had 'hired' me to fix the place up. Working for him consisted of playing handyman at my leisure. In return he paid me a weekly wage and dropped a big fat cheque on me for my first semester at college in the fall. It was a sweetheart deal and one that continued for the duration of my college education. As I was saying I had just arrived back from the city with a load of lumber and had decided to shake the dust out of my hair by taking a quick tour around the end of the lake in the old canoe. I usually headed east because in that direction the cottages soon petered out leaving me with the sensation of entering a pristine wilderness. The whole area was Canadian Shield territory with its pine forests, granite rock and sparkling lakes. It was a great place for swimming, camping and cottaging that attracted the multitudes from the big city, a three hour drive to the south. I rounded a rocky point allowing sufficient clearance to avoid some rather sharp projections just below the surface. Dead ahead I spotted two boats pulled up on shore, a red canoe and a decrepit looking rowboat. I knew there was a a well worn pathway that lead from where they had tied up their boats to the hidden waterfall in the woods. When I saw the boats I figured they belonged to kids who were no doubt at the waterfall. It really wasn't much of a cascade for the water only dropped about six feet. However because it was so hidden and secluded it attracted kids like a magnet. It was like a natural combination outdoor shower and swimming hole that cried out 'take your clothes off and enjoy'. I had imbibed many times in my youth and I don't mind admitting I had done some sexual exploration there with boyfriends of mine on more than one occasion. I paddled around the bay to the small river that I knew came from the waterfall. There was a 'back-way' trail that began here and that was exactly where I headed. The route was less travelled and quite a bit longer. I walked it slowly and lit a cigarette to calm my anticipation. It wasn't long before I knew there were boys there. I could hear them. I slowed my pace still further as I neared my destination. Directly ahead a line of cedars dotted the crest of a small rise. Beyond that it was a quick descent to the water. Putting out my cigarette I selected a particularly bushy cedar and crawled towards it. Carefully pushing branches aside I was able to rest on my stomach and create a perfect vantage point to view the activities below. What a glorious panorama unfolded before me. The three boys were full of the joy and vibrancy of life that it seems twelve year old boys know best how to express. The air rang with their constant laughter and shouts of daring do. One boy, the red head, yelled, "Watch me!" He took a running leap from shore. Easily clearing the shallows he tucked his legs under his chin and landed with an impressive splash in the deeper part of the pool. "I can do better than that!" the blond kid bragged. He clamored up beside the waterfall to a small ledge some three feet above the water's surface. With a scream like a wounded wild man he leaped into the air. Spreading all four limbs in every direction he landed flat on his stomach sending torrents of water everywhere. I was certainly prepared to award him a ten. Of course the brunette announced he could do one better. He tried to do what I think was a somersault in the air before he landed in the pool. The idea was good but the execution was not. He landed in the water with limbs flailing every which way in an attempt to regain his balance. Hoots of laughter greeted him as he sputtered to the surface. It was all in good fun though. It appeared that sex was the furthest thing from their minds. While they were at ease with their nudity and with each other, the only erection on the premises was my own. Two of the boys, the red head and the brunette sported appendages that bounced around as they cavorted from one spot to another. It was the third boy, young Jason, whose name I was about to learn, that drew more and more of my attention. The sight of young blond Jason naked in the sunlight has become forever etched in my mind's eye. He was an incredible sight to behold as he moved with the grace of a cat about the pool. I would have fallen for him just on the basis of his golden blond hair and blue eyes. Further his sweet bashful grin and boyish dimples made me melt on the spot. But if that wasn't enough to start an instant love affair his cock certainly was! He appeared to be absolutely hairless yet he matched the size of many an adult male. It flopped about slapping against his upper legs as he glided here and there. Unlike the other two his glans was completely visible. He was too much for a weak heart and it made the entire scene seem like a bizarre fantasy. To that point my intentions had been honourable. The plan was to simply spy on them a while before retreating to my canoe and home. No doubt the episode should have ended with a good jerk off visualizing the three boys in the process. Young Jason changed all of that. I had to get closer, to talk to him, perhaps to touch him, perhaps to.....well....whatever unfolded would occur in its own sweet time. I crawled back out of the cedar boughs. Standing up, I brushed off the pine needles and cedar leaves. I also carefully readjusted an obvious erection. I nonchalantly picked up the path and strode over the crest towards the water's edge. Hopefully I appeared to be a casual hiker who happened upon the boys by chance. "Oh, Hi guys!" I waved. There was an immediate flurry of activity as they suddenly became aware of my presence. Two of them immediately scooted off to hide their nakedness behind some rocks. The third boy, Jason, just stood there in the pool stark naked and no more than ten feet from me. I was even more stunned by his beauty close up. "Hi there," he smiled. "I see you have found my skinny dipping pool," I offered. "Your pool?" he queried. "Well, it's not really my pool," I confessed, "It just so happens I have been skinny dipping here for years and I think of it as my pool. I was about your age when I first started using it." "Yeah? How long ago was that?" "Well," I responded, "I'm twenty now so I guess that makes it about eight years." I guess by now the brunette had figured I was friendly enough. He found enough courage to come out of hiding and join Jason. The red head stayed on the other side of a small boulder that was just high enough to hide his genitals from my view. No cause for alarm, it was Jason that held my rapt attention. The brunette joined the conversation. "Did you come here to swim today?" he asked. "Yeah, I did," I lied, "But you boys got here first and there is hardly room for the four of us." Jason jumped in with both feet. "It's okay. You can join us. We'll make room!" Jason seemed overly anxious to have me join and I found that very interesting. Truth be told the size of the pool had nothing to do with my decision. The size of my cock did. I felt an erect adult cock badly leaking precum would surely have scared them off and that was the last thing I wanted. No, I would have to be content with a pleasant conversation and copping as many glances as I could of Jason and his amazing organ. In the end all the boys turned out to be friendly and I chatted with each of them in turn. Scott the redhead and Peter the brunette were each other's best buddies and staying with their families at a waterfront resort on the lake. Jason on the other hand was living for the summer with his mother at the family cottage while his father worked in the city. His curiosity up Jason inquired, "Where are you staying?" "Do you know the cottage on the other side of the lake at the big point?" "The one with the big flag in front?" "That's it," I agreed, "I've got that place all to myself for the entire summer." "Cool," Jason grinned. I was sure that by now Jason had guessed that I was constantly checking him out. Try as I might I couldn't help it and it had to be more than obvious. It didn't alarm him. Quite the contrary it appeared to me that he was actually preening a little. It also appeared that his cock was slowly expanding. It was becoming even more gargantuan. Peter eventually wandered off and joined Scott. Scott vacated his hiding spot and the two of them quickly returned to their hi jinks. That left me alone with Jason. He was so perfect, a young Ganymede if you will. It was all I could do to restrain myself from asking him if he'd like to take a short stroll into the woods. For his part Jason began to beg me to strip and come into the water. I wondered if he had an ulterior motive, The wet spot on my pants was growing exponentially. I had to call it a day. "It's been a pleasure talking to you," I concluded. "I'd love to talk to you again." "Me too!" he proclaimed. His simple response made my heart skip two beats. I decided to take the plunge and suggest how we might see each other once more. "Well I do skinny dip here quite often so perhaps I''ll bump into you here then," I offered. "That would be cool," he grinned, "Or maybe I could come to your place." I had pondered asking him to come but decided against it since I felt my motives would be too obvious but here he was inviting himself! I couldn't believe my apparent good fortune. He wanted to see me again knowing full well we would be alone at my cottage! If that wasn't enough he reached down while he talked to me and scratched his nuts with one hand. In so doing he inadvertently or perhaps on purpose, lifted up his now almost erect cock. It was as if he was telling me that 'this will be ready for you when I visit'. It took all my concentration to maintain some semblance of self composure. "Er....that.....that would be great!" I stuttered. With an incredible burst of willpower I was able to say my goodbyes to all three boys and turn away. I stumbled down the path in a daze, my head full of visions of Jason. I lasted no more than fifty feet before I had to extract my cock and ejaculate on the spot. I spilled my seed once more in the canoe and again in the shower back at the cottage. Visions danced in my head for hours that night before I was finally able to close my eyes.