On A Wing And A Prayer (M/B cons)
(c)BC Dude 1997
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About the story

This is my first attempt at this type of story, or any story for that
matter.  Your comments are welcome.  If I get enough feedback I will finish
the story and may write others.  If you have an overwhelming urge to flame
me, do so at your own risk.  Most people who write flames are incapable of
expressing themselves intelligently and just prove how stupid they really
are.  I will post the best flames received for all to enjoy

I will respond to your e-mail.

This story is fiction .... well, most of it is fiction.  If you happen to
belong to one of those religious groups that considers it a sin just to
think about something then I guess I'm in deep dodo, but then so are you
for reading it.


On A Wing And A Prayer - Chapter 1
(c)BC Dude

His breathing was slow and deep.  I glanced over to where Justin was
sleeping and could just make out his form from the moonlight filtering
through the trees and into the tent.  I hadn't had any sexual release since
I left on this trip three days ago and I was HORNY!  Now with Justin
present I didn't know how I was going to manage it.  I had also made the
mistake of smoking a joint before going to bed and that wasn't helping
either.  I mused to myself about what he would think if he knew I was
looking at him like he was the last chocolate chip cookie at a pot smokers
convention.

Ah hell, I just didn't care.  I didn't really owe him anything and if he
couldn't handle it, he could leave.  I was soooo horny I just had to get
some release.  But shit, I had to be careful.  The law takes a funny view
of adults having sex with a fifteen year old, or even in the presence of a
fifteen year old.  I really didn't want to end up in jail with "Bubba" for
a room mate.

I decided maybe, just maybe, if I was quiet enough I could jerk off and he
wouldn't wake up.  I really didn't want a scene here.  The last thing I
needed was for Justin to wake up and start yelling in the middle of this
overcrowded campground.  Yeah, that was it, I would just quietly jerk off
in my sleeping bag.

I started to slowly stroke my already hard cock and my thoughts drifted.
Man it was hot, must still be in the 80's and it was past midnight.  It was
just too hot in this sleeping bag.  I slowly pulled the zipper down and
pushed the sleeping bag aside.  Yeah, that was better .... now, where was I
..... right, my hand started gliding up and down my cock again and the pot
started to work on my brain.  Yeah, right, man that feels soooo good!  Pre
cum started to flow.  I picked up a drop on my finger and brought it to my
mouth.  Yeah, that was good.  I was lost in happy memories of the last time
with my wife the night before I left on this trip.  Man she could suck
cock.

I hadn't had sex with a guy since I was a teenager and I hadn't thought
about it either.  But my thoughts drifted to Justin, the teenage boy
sleeping peacefully beside me.  So far I had only seen him naked for a few
seconds but the sight would have given me an instant woody under other
circumstances when I was his age.

Was it really just this morning that I crossed the boarder from Canada to
the US just south of Vancouver, BC on the start of my two month dream trip.
My new Honda Goldwing was loaded with my usual touring stuff and I was off
on a long and deserved vacation.  Two whole months of no schedule, no
phones, no e-mail, no voice mail, just the open road and adventure.  Well I
sure found adventure.

The first rest stop I pulled into on I-5 was nearly deserted and I needed
to take a leak.  As I was walking back from the Mens Room to the parking
area I heard someone yelling for help from just beyond the tree line on the
other side of the parking lot.  Being the typical overconfident 50 year
old, going on 25, that I am, I thought I should at least go and look at
what was up.  I wasn't ready for what I found!

There, just hidden by the bush were two guys, probably about 18 years old
beating the shit out of a third guy, not just any guy, a fucking teenager
probably about fourteen or fifteen.  Not only were they beating him up
pretty bad but they were in the process of tearing his clothes off.  It was
also pretty clear that from the language they were using that they had
plans for his boy ass!  Well, I've got nothing against a good ass fuck but
rape, no way!  I'm also not big on two against one ..... and both of these
guys where way bigger than their victim.

I knew I could never take out both of them by myself and I also could tell
the victim was in no condition to help .... fuck, what was I going to do?
Then like an idiot I pulled my Cel phone out, turned it on and just dialed
911.  I didn't know if it would work but it seemed like the only thing to
do.  Then it happened.  About the same time the phone made that noise
indicating the line was busy, the two guys noticed me.  Shit, we just stood
there looking at each other for what seemed like minutes.  Finally, one of
the guys asked me "what the fuck do you want?".

Without thinking, good thing too, I started talking into the Cel phone,
"Hello, State Police?  Please send help fast to the Rest Stop, south bound
on I-5 just south of Bellingham.  There's two guys trying to kill some kid.
Yeah, right, there's a car just two minutes away ... great!"  I then hit
the button to turn off the Cel phone and lowered it.

The two guys just stood there for a second looking at each other and then
they both took off on the run.  They jumped into a Van in the parking lot
and burned out.  Fuck was I lucky.

Suddenly the kid on the ground moaned and started to puke his guts out.
Shit, I'd forgotten about him.  I was so busy shaking I don't think I could
have remembered my own name.  So while he puked I just stood there like a
dumb fuck and shook.

About the time he stopped puking I had regained enough self control to
speak.  "Are you okay?  Anything broken?"  The kid started to cry and was
looking around for his clothes but what was there was torn to shreds and he
was still naked.  He was trying to cover himself with his hands but I could
see he had a gorgeous teenage prick, probably about 4 inches, cut, and a
small growth of pubic hair above it.  He had a nice athletic build and
probably weighed about 140 pounds.  His brown hair was full of grass and
leaves and blood was still running from his nose.  He also had the
beginning of a first class black eye.

I told him, "my name is Jim and I'm going to check you out for injuries.
Just try to relax".  Finally he spoke, "are you a Doctor?".  "No", I told
him, "but I do have industrial first aid training".  "Oh", was all he said.
I checked him over for bleeding, broken bones, and if his eyes were
focusing.  Everything seemed to be okay.  But I also noticed some old
bruising and marks on his back but they were old and I ignored them.

"Well", I said.  "I guess I can't just leave you here like this.  Do you
have any other clothes with you?".  "No.  I had some stuff in my pack but
those bastards just drove off with it".  Shit, I thought.  Now what?  I
told him to stay put and I would go back to my bike and bring him
something.  As I started walking back to my bike I heard him start to
laugh, and then he was silent.

When I returned with a spare pair of jeans and a shirt I asked him what had
been so funny.  He said "it just struck him funny when you told me to stay
put.  Like I was going to go somewhere butt naked!"  He had a point and I
chuckled a bit.  I apologized for the size of the clothes and told him "I
don't usually bring an extra set of small sizes in case I meet some naked
teenager."  Well that struck him a bit funny and he started to laugh again.
I guess he was going to be all right.

I took him over to one of the tables, grabbed a couple of cokes out of my
bike and sat down with him.  "So, do you want to tell me who you are and
what the hell was going on?.  He thought for a few seconds and started
talking.

"My name is Justin.  I was hitch hiking and those guys in the Van picked me
up.  They were doing some kind of drugs and started acting funny.  They
pulled in here and that's when it happened.  There was no warning, they
just grabbed me, dragged me into the trees and told me they were going to
fuck me.  I tried to fight but they were just too big.  I think they would
have killed me if you hadn't come along.  Thanks man, I owe you!".

I asked "why the hell were you hitch hiking and where are you going?"

"I don't know, just south I guess."

"How old are you?"

"15"

"Oh come on.  Fifteen year olds don't just pick up and start hitching with
no place to go.  What's going on?"

"Well, I guess I'm going to LA to stay with my friend.  He moved down there
at Christmas and, well, I can't go home."

"You're going to have to do better than that.  I won't leave you here and I
sure as hell won't take you with me.  Do you know how much shit I would be
in if the Police check us out and I've got a fifteen year old run away with
me.  No way.  I'm going to call the police and they can take you home."

"No please ......"  His voice trailed off and he was crying again.  He
tried to hide his face from me but it was no use.  This kid was a mess.

Finally he got control and just sat there looking at the ground.  I said,
"Look, you seem like a nice kid and I'd really like to help you, but you've
got to be straight with me.  It's the truth, and nothing but the truth".

Justin thought for a few minutes and started to talk.  "Well, okay.  I
guess I've got to trust someone and you did just save my life.  My mother
died a few months ago and my father has been drunk ever since.  I miss her
sooo much.  Two nights ago my Dad came home drunk and caught me watching
some porno movies.  He went ballistic.  He told me he was fed up with me
and told me to get the fuck out of his house and don't ever come back.  So
I packed few things and left.  I hung around town for a few days but
nobody's parents were willing to let me stay until things cooled off.  I
guess I've got a pretty bad reputation for acting out since my Mum died and
they didn't want me hanging around with their kids.  So I decided to head
south."

"Justin, I can't believe any parent would kick out their son for watching a
porno movie."

"Well, it wasn't just any porno movie.  It had guys in it."  he said as his
voice trailed off.

"So, most porno movies have guys in them.  What's the big deal?"

"There were ONLY guys in it."

"Oh, so?"

"Dad thinks I'm gay."

Justin started to cry again.  Fuck, what was I into.  So much for that
great holiday I had planned.  Just what I need, a fucked up kid and I'm
riding a motorcycle.

"Justin, are you gay?"

"I don't know.  I've never had sex with a guy, and a like to talk to girls,
but I like to look at guys when they're doing stuff".

"Well, Justin, you know a lot of teenage guys go through a stage when they
sometimes have sex with other guys, but that doesn't make them gay.  Most
of them start going out with girls, get married and have kids.  I'm married
now but I had sex with guys when I was your age.  It's no big deal."

Justin was crying out of control now.  He didn't know which way was up and
it was clear he was hurting ..... not from the beating, but inside.  I put
my arm around him and he leaned into me and put his arms around my waist
and cried like a baby.  This went on for several minutes until he got
control of himself.  He straightened up and said, "sorry".

"For what", I asked.

"For being such a fuck up", he said.

"Hay Justin.  You just about got killed, you've been kicked out of your
home.  That's a lot of shit for anyone to deal with.  I think I'd be crying
too if it had happened to me."

"Thank you" was all he said and he just sat there.

"So, what are you going to do?" I asked.

"Can I come with you."

"Justin, in case you haven't noticed, I'm riding that motorcycle over there
and I don't know where I'm going.  I'm just out for a two month cruise.
Don't you think your father will sober up and report you missing?  I don't
want to get put in jail for kidnapping .... or worse."

"Please.  I don't know what to do and I'm scared."

By now my judgment was getting messed up to.  I was starting to like this
kid.  Man, what was I getting into.

"Justin, listen up.  You just about got killed.  You don't know where
you're going or what you are going to do.  For all you know I'll attack you
to!  Do you really think this is smart?  I'm a fucking stranger for Christ
sake."

"Well, if you were going to attack me you had a chance back there.  Instead
of chasing those guys away you could have joined them.  I'll take my
chances with you."

I guess he had me there.  The truth is there is no way I would ever hurt
anybody, and I sure as hell wasn't about to molest a kid!

Finally I gave in.  "Okay, you can ride along with me for a while.  I've
got a spare "skid lid" but we're going to call your father tonight and see
what he has to say.  Okay?"

I could tell he wasn't very happy about calling his Dad but I hadn't given
him much choice.  Reluctantly he said, "Okay".

I got him set up on the passenger seat, gave him a few instructions about
how to operate the intercom and adjust the built in stereo speakers in the
spare helmet and we were off.

As the miles slipped by I noticed his body starting to press against me and
eventually he just put his arms around me.

Around Seattle it was time for lunch and I pulled into the first Burger
King I saw.  I told Justin to order what ever he wanted and we sat down to
eat.  Wow, his food was gone before I got the wrapper off mine.

"Justin, when was the last time you ate?"

"Yesterday", he said.

"Here is some more money.  Go get what you want."

"Wow, thanks Jim, I guess I really am kind off hungry".

Justin came back with enough food for three kids, sat down and ate in
silence.

As we were heading back out to the parking lot he said "Thanks, I really
needed that".

We got back on the bike and headed south.  Evening saw us in Portland and
we turned out toward the coast.  I pulled into a State Park near the coast
and set up camp.  I purchased some fire wood and set about cooking up some
steaks on the fire, some baked potatoes and some veggies.  I do like to eat
well while I'm on the road!

After a shower and some small talk Justin headed to bed and I stayed up for
a few minutes to clean up supper and to smoke a joint.  With the food put
away, the supper mess cleaned up, and a pleasant buzz, I to headed for the
tent and bed.


On A Wing And A Prayer - Chapter 2 (c)BC Dude

I had been slowly stroking my hard cock for nearly 20 minutes and I was
starting to get that feeling deep in my nuts when suddenly the tent lit up
like it was broad daylight.  "WHAT THE FUCK", I thought to myself.
Suddenly Justin bolted upright as well "What the fu ......" and his voice
trailed off.  He was staring at me laying on top of my sleeping bag and my
hand, frozen in mid stroke, still grasping my dick.  I'm not sure who was
more surprised, him or me!  And then there was that dam light that had
scared the shit out of both of us.

"What the hell is going on, and where is the light coming from?" Justin
asked.  Justin looked a little worried, actually scared would be closer to
the truth, judging from the look on his face.  Then he collapsed back down
onto his sleeping bag with a painful groan.

I wasn't sure what to do first but that dam bright light seemed to be the
first priority.  I zipped open the tent door a few inches and peered out
into the night.  There wasn't any particular noise and no one else in the
camp ground seemed to be alarmed.  As my eyes became accustomed to the
light I discovered that a Motor Home had just pulled into the camp site
across from ours and their headlights were pointing directly at our tent.
A few seconds later the lights went out and everything was quiet.  "Just a
late arrival" I mumbled as I crawled back to my sleeping bag.

Then I remembered his cry of pain and asked, "Justin, are you okay?  You
sounded like you were hurt or something".

"Yeah", came his reply.  "I guess I've got a few sore spots and jumping up
kind of hurt".

"Good", I said.  "You kind of had me worried.  I was afraid there was
something wrong".

"Naw, it's okay, just a little sore in places, but ..... ah ..... well
...."

I knew what was on his mind now, but he seemed a little embarrassed to just
say it.  Can't say as I blame him.  I'm not sure what I would have said
when I was his age if I woke up and found the guy next to me beating off.
Especially if that guy was old enough to be my father.  After all, old guys
didn't do that kind of thing, do they?

I figured I had better say something before the kid really freaked out.
"Look, Justin, I was beating off.  I thought you were asleep and wouldn't
know, okay!  I'm sorry if I scared you but I really hadn't counted on that
ass hole and his headlights.  I wouldn't have touched you, I'm just not
into that kind of thing.  Its been three days and I'm horny!  Please
believe me."

Justin just lied there for a few seconds.  Then he said, "It's okay, I'm
not scared of you.  I know you're an okay guy cause you saved me from those
other guys earlier and you didn't have to.  It's just, well, I've never
seen anyone actually doing it before and I didn't really think married guys
ever did it, and, well ..... I didn't know old guys did it either!"

Well that did it, "OLD GUYS, thanks a lot" I said, making believe I was a
little pissed off.

"No, I didn't mean, like you are OLD, but you're a lot older than me and
..... ah fuck, I guess I've put my foot in it, eh?"

"That's okay, I think there's still room in your mouth for the other foot.
Wanna try for it?"

Justin giggled a bit and realized I wasn't really mad and relaxed a little.
"Look, guys have sex until they can't because they're dead, or something.
And just because a guy is married doesn't mean they don't jerk off.
Especially when they are away from any other form of sexual release, yeah,
they jerk off.  It's just the way it is."

"Wow, really?  I guess I hadn't really thought about it.  I'm sorry.  I
guess I was just a bit surprised."

"Don't sweat it.  It's no big deal, but I guess the show is over for
tonight.  I kind of lost the mood, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah", Justin said.  "I guess the show is over for to night.  See ya in
the morning."

Justin got comfortable in his sleeping bag and I zipped myself into mine.
I guess the show really was over.  My prick was fully deflated and I had
certainly lost the mood.  "Goodnight", I said.

About ten minutes later I was still thinking about the events of today and
not really going to sleep.  I could tell Justin wasn't asleep either.  He
had been tossing and turning ever since things had settled down.

Justin quietly called my name, "Jim, you asleep?"

"No" I replied.

"Yeah, I can't get back to sleep either.  I've been laying here thinking,
and well ..... I .... ah .... I was thinking ...... man I don't know how to
say this."

"Justin, don't worry, just say it.  I promise I won't be pissed off
... unless you call me OLD again."

"Well, ever since I woke up and saw you .... ah .... you know .... doing
it, I've been getting really horny. Now I want to ..... ya know.... do it.
But I'm a little nervous and I ain't never done it in front of somebody."

"No problem.  I don't care if you do it or not.  It won't bother me.  If
you like I'll turn over and face the other way."

"Yeah well, that's okay, but I was wondering, if .... well .... you want to
do it with me.  I ain't never seen another guy do it and you can watch me
if you want.  I remember you said you did it with other guys when you were
YOUNG, so I thought maybe......"

So there it was.  What was I going to do now.  If he only knew how much I
wanted to "do it" with him, but he was just a kid.  Man, the trouble I
could get into.

"Justin, do you know how much trouble I would be in if anyone ever found
out?  They would put me in jail and throw away the key.  Adults just can't
do anything with a kid around."

"Really, I would never tell anyone.  I just want to do it and I really want
to see what another guy looks like when they cum.  Please?"

Fuck, what was going on.  I think I was being seduced by a fifteen year
old.

"Justin, if you really want to it's okay, but you have to agree you will
never tell anyone, right!"

"Right", he said.  "What do we do?"

"What do you mean, "What do we do?".  It's simple, you just lie there and
jerk off and I'll do the same".

"No, no.  I know how to jerk off, I meant should we get out of the sleeping
bags and should I move over there or are you going to move over here."

Now this was getting heavy.  A little circle jerk is one thing, but moving
close to each other?  What was he up to.

"Justin, you can get out of your sleeping bag if you want to.  It's up to
you.  I'm going to get out of mine.  But I think you should stay over
there."

"Okay" he said, sounding a little disappointed.  "It's just that I've never
actually seen someone else's dick when it was hard and I wanted to be able
to see yours."

Truth was, I wanted a good look at his too, so trying to sound like I was
being objective I told him he could move over if he wanted to.  The words
were barely out of my mouth when he just rolled over and bumped into the
side of my air mattress.

"Geesh, sure took you long enough to make up your mind."  I said with a
smirk.

"Yeah well, I didn't want to give you any time to change your mind", was
his reply.

I was starting to get hard again and judging from his erratic breathing I
think he had been for awhile.  I decided to have some fun and slowly
started to unzip the sleeping bag, taking my time trying to increase the
suspense.  Justin noticed the zipper coming down and his eyes were glued to
my sleeping bag in anticipation of what was hidden beneath.  Finally the
zipper was down far enough and I slowly started to move it back.  It looked
like his eyes were going to bulge right out of their sockets.  As the
tension built I suddenly flung it open revealing what lay (or stood)
underneath.

Justin had jumped with I flung the bag back but was looking back in a
flash.

"Wow", he said.  "It's huge!  Mine isn't anywhere near the size of that."

"So lets see" I said.

"Oh right", he said.

Justin simply unzipped his bag and pushed it aside.  There was his
beautiful teenage prick standing at attention.  It was about 5 inches long
but still had that youthful slimness.  I guess by comparison mine was
"huge", although its is an average 6.5 inches but considerably thicker than
his .  "Justin, that's really nice.  I know it isn't as big as mine yet,
but you're only fifteen.  You've still got some growing to do".

"Can I touch it?" he asked.

"Sure" I said.

I must have jumped a foot when his hand came out and grabbed by throbbing
cock.  I thought he had been asking if he could touch his own, not mine.

Justin's' hand snapped back as I jumped.  "Sorry, did I hurt you?"

"No, you just surprised me.  I thought you were asking if it was okay to
touch yourself, not me."

"Oh, okay.  Can I touch YOUR cock", he said with a grin.

"Yeah, I guess", I responded.

Justin moved his hand over and gently wrapped his fingers around my
throbbing dick.  By now I was so hot I almost came.  Pre cum was oozing
from the slit.  "ooooh" was all that came out of my mouth.

Justin just held my throbbing cock, gently squeezing and then releasing his
grip.  After a few minutes he released his grip and I could feel his warm
fingers slowly exploring its length and gently rolling my balls between his
fingers.  My breathing was become hard, that feeling was starting to build
in my groin.  I knew I wouldn't last long.

Finally I found my voice.  "Justin, I'm gonna cum if you keep touching me
like that.  I'm so fucking hot I'm just going to loose it."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No, not really, I was just warning you that it's going to be over soon."

"Oh, okay."

The next thing I knew he was stroking my cock again and my cock was getting
harder and harder.  My breathing was coming fast, I was right on the edge.
"Uuuugh, uuuugh, uuugh".  The first shot went past my head and hit the wall
of the tent.  The second shot landed on my chin.  The third, fourth and
fifth blended into a mass on my torso.  I collapsed onto the sleeping bag
totally spent.  "Wow", was all I could say.

Justin was just holding my softening penis, looking at the cum from my chin
to my stomach.  He let go of my cock and started tracing his fingers
through the puddle of cum on my stomach but hadn't said a word.

"Man, I've never seen that much cum before and I sure don't shoot that
far!"

"Yeah well, I was really hot.  I usually don't cum like that either."

"I'm still impressed", he said.

I was still laying there in the after glow of one the best orgasms of my
life when I realized that Justin still hadn't cum and must be hot as hell.
My wife had never produced an orgasm like that from me.  What the hell was
going on?  I remembered the times when I was a teenager and the things we
had done.  The memories were overpowering.

I gently laid Justin back onto his sleeping bag and leaned over and slowly
devoured his waiting cock all the way down to his pubes.  Justin let out a
slow groan and instantly exploded in my mouth.  Shot after shot of sweet
boy juice went down my throat as he madly grabbed the back of my head and
pushed his groin into my face.  I couldn't believe it, he was like a mad
man.

Justin's cock had softened slightly but was now hard as ever.  Oh to be
young!  I decided, "what the hell", and started sucking for real.  This kid
was going crazy.  I think he would have crawled into my mouth if he could
have gotten in.  His hips were bucking like mad and he was grunting from
all the way down to his toes.  He was going to cum again and I decided to
really push his buttons.  I slicked up a finger from the cum on my stomach
and gently pushed it into his ass.  It slipped in without any resistance
all the way past the second knuckle.  I probed around and finally found is
immature prostate.  Bang, Justin came again.  Another load of sweet boy
juice was being pumped down my throat.  His hips were right off the ground
and he was bucking like an untamed stallion.

Finally it was over.  Justin sank back down to the sleeping bag, still
panting like he had just finished a marathon race.  His body was covered in
sweat and he was worn out.

Justin wrapped his arms around me as I pulled a sleeping bag over us.  He
still had his arms around me when I awoke in the morning.


On A Wing And A Prayer - Chapter 3 (c)BC Dude

Thaaaa.....womp!  I awoke with a start.  Sun light was filtering through
the trees casting the shadow of the trees as they gently swayed in the
morning breeze.  There was the usual sound of campers going through their
morning routine, and the smell of breakfast cooking was in the air.  Thaaa
.... womp, something hit the tent.  There was the sound of kids running and
a kids voice, "it hit that guys tent again" and the footsteps moved away.
I was slowly gathering my senses when I remembered I wasn't alone!  Justin
was laying on his side facing me, he still had his arm around me and one
leg across my groin.  I could feel his morning hard on pressed up against
my side and mine was bent into a rather uncomfortable position by his leg
.... but he felt good against me.  His face was pressed into my shoulder
and there was a slight trace of wetness from where he had drooled.  I must
be in paradise!

Unfortunately, even in paradise, some of the laws of nature remain constant
and I had to piss big time.  GOD how I hated to get up.  I gently moved him
off me and pulled on some clothes and headed for the can.

Justin was still sleeping when I returned so I started some breakfast.  The
campsite was starting to come alive and a few of the other campers stopped
by coming and going to the washroom.  "Nice bike", "How far you going",
"Man are you lucky" (if they only knew).  Some things never change no
matter how often I've been on the road. Nothing draws attention in a
campsite like a Goldwing!

Breakfast was finally ready, but still no sign of Justin.  "Hey Justin,
time to get up .... breakfast is ready!"

"Huh .... what .... oh yeah, be right there."

A few minutes later Justin emerged from the tent wearing only my oversized
jeans, into the warm morning air.

"Holy FUCK man, get over here!  Let me take a look at you."

During the night that black eye had almost completely closed shut.  There
were a few other major bruises I hadn't seen the day before either.

He limped over and collapsed on the picnic bench.

"Fuck that hurts!  Those guys really did a number on me."

I checked over what I could and other than the swollen eye and some really
neat Technicolor bruises he seemed to be okay.  But I was getting mad.  I
should have called the police and had those sons of bitches put in jail.
I'll never understand how anybody can do those things.

But I guess Justin wasn't in all that much pain judging by the way he
inhaled the breakfast offerings and looked up like he was ready for more.

I knew we had to talk about some things and there was not point putting it
off.

"Justin, I phoned your father last night before I came to bed", I started.
I wasn't sure if the look on his face was fear or hate.  But I continued.

"You .... uh .... we have a problem."

He didn't say a word.  He just sat there looking at me.

"I guess there's only way to say it, so here goes.  Your father was drunk
when I called and not particularly friendly.  I guess you were right, you
don't have a home to go back to."  Justin just looked at me for a few
seconds and then asked, "is that all he said?"

"Well no, not exactly.  He also said "there was no fucking way he would
ever let that fucking little queer back in his house, and as far as he was
concerned you were dead .... period."

I knew there was no love lost between him and his father but the pained
look on his face betrayed an underlying love that always exists between
father and son.  I guess there had been a secret hope that he really could
return home after a "cooling off" period .... but that was gone now.  Tears
were started in my eyes as I sat there looking Justin and feeling his pain.
NO kid should have to go through this, but what could I do.

Calling the child welfare officials is like a sentence to hell.  I guess
they're well meaning but there are just too many kids and too many "Foster
homes" that are just in it for the money.  An me, shit, I've got a wife.
Yeah right, I could imagine it, "Hi dear, I'm home.  Oh by the way, meet
Justin.  He's a fifteen year old runaway I picked up on my trip and I've
been fucking him silly for two months".  Yup, I could just imagine that
one!  Still, I had to do something.

Justin looked at me with a weird look.

"What's with you?  I'm the one that's been kicked out and nearly killed.
You look like shit!"

He was right, of course, what right did I have to be falling apart.  I
couldn't help myself, I grabbed him and gave him a long hug.  Truth was it
was more for me than him, but it helped both of us.

"Okay, I guess we've got to talk about some things."

"Like what?"

"Like last night."

"What about last night?"

"You know that can't happen again."

"Why not?"

"Because it isn't right, AND it's illegal."

"So you're going to tell me you didn't enjoy it?"

"That's not the point."

"What is?"

"I could go to jail for a long time if anybody found out."

"Oh, so that's it.  I was just convenient and now you're going to throw me
away like my dad?"  Well fuck you!"

Justin got up and started to walk away.

"Where are you going?"

"What do you care?  If you don't want me, I'm leaving!"

His one good eye was now red with tears.

"I didn't say I didn't care, I do."

"Yeah sure, you're just like my old man!"

Now I was mad.  I was mad at him and I was mad at myself.  I got up,
grabbed him by the arm and forced him back to the table and sat him down.

"Look, I do care, but I'm confused too.  I WANT to look after you, I think
I love you, but we've got to think this through and work it out."

Justin settled down and thought for a few minutes.  Then he looked at me,
but didn't say a word.

Ten minutes must have passed as we sat there looking at each other.  I
could see the hurt and pain in his eyes, I could see the pleading too!

Finally I spoke.  "Justin, I don't know what is happening and I don't know
what the answers are.  I do know we've both got a lot of thinking to do and
we've both got the time to do it.  You don't need to be anywhere until
September when school starts, and I don't have to be home until then
either.  If you want to travel with me until we figure this out, I'd love
to have the company.  Maybe we can work something out, but I'm making no
promises."

Justin sat there thinking and I could see those tears starting again.  He
finally looked me in the eye and said "okay" and gave me a hug.

About ten minutes later I broke the spell and said, "lets talk".

"Yeah, I guess we should."

"First I want to set one ground rule.  If you want to travel with me, I'll
look after you but you have to agree here and now you will always tell me
the truth and I will always do the same for you.  No friendship can last on
lies.  Okay?"

"That's it?  All I have to do is be honest?"

"Yup!  But believe me, sometimes that can be the toughest thing you'll ever
have to do!"

"Deal!"

"Well, there's one more thing."

"I knew it, there's always one more thing."

"Yeah well, what can I say.  In most things we are equals, and that means
in everything, but there may be times when I have to pull rank and you have
to agree that you'll do what I say.  I guess there may be times when you'll
have to accept the fact that I'm older and know what is best for both you
and me."

Justin looked at me for a few seconds when that impish grin crossed his
face.

"Okay, OLD man."

He ducked just in time to avoid my playful swat.

"So now what."

"Well I think the first order of business is to go back to that town we
passed last night and get you some clothes that fit."  And so we did.

A few hours later we were back in the campsite with some jeans, a few
shirts, socks, a new set of Nikes, some Gortex outer wear, and a few other
necessary supplies.

We went into the tent to check out his new clothes and I wanted to check
his injuries again.  I really wanted to make sure there would be no
problems.  Nothing seemed any worse than I had noticed the day before but I
just had to ask about those old bruises and marks on his back.

"They were from an accident", he said.

"Justin, WHAT ARE THEY FROM?"

"I told you, an accident!"

"I wasn't born yesterday, TALK."

"Its no big deal."

"Yes it IS.  I'm not going to travel through half the western US for the
next two months with a kid with marks like that on his back.  I know
fucking well those are the result of a beating from someone, and ...... you
promised to be totally honest with me."

I hated myself for that.  Here I was "pulling rank" already and it had only
been a few hours.  Oh well, once a father.....

"He beat me with his belt."

"Who beat you with his belt."

"Dad."

Shit, if I didn't like him already, now I hated him.

"Your Dad?  What the fuck for?"

"He usually didn't need a reason.  He'd just come home drunk and, well
.... supper wasn't the way he liked it, the laundry wasn't done, my grades
weren't good enough.  The last time was because he and his friends had
drunk all the beer but didn't remember.  He thought I had taken it."

I was furious, "that son of a bitch".  It's a good thing he wasn't there, I
might have killed him.  I was so fucking mad I was shaking.  Justin looked
at me with FEAR in his eyes and moved back to the other side of the tent.

"What's wrong?"

"That's the way my Dad looks before he starts to beat me."

"Oh fuck Justin, I'm not mad at you, I'm fucking mad at you father.  I've
never hit my kids and I sure as hell would never hit you."

Anger, it's what's wrong with this world.  Too many angry people.  I made a
mental note to keep it cool in the future.  It didn't matter who I was mad
at, the people around me don't deserve to be exposed to it.

I moved over to Justin and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Sorry, I'll try to keep it under control.  You're right, even though I'm
not mad at you, you don't deserve to be exposed to it."

Justin looked at me and though his arms around my neck and said, "Why
couldn't you be my dad.  I love you."

I was going to say something, but what was there to say.  I just hugged him
back.  I guess I was learning about myself.  This kid was really getting to
me, and yes, I did love him.  I couldn't believe how his Dad could just
throw him away like that.  I was also becoming aware of the warmth of his
body, and his hard cock poking me.  Mine was feeling a bit cramped too.

"Justin, I think we've both got another problem."

"Yeah, I think we do."

"You know this is wrong."

"I don't care."

"Neither do I."

We fell to the floor of the tent and gently kissed and stroked each other.
Justin was already nude and somehow my clothes seemed to fall off over the
next few minutes.  We hugged, we kissed, we touched.  This wasn't just sex,
this was "making love".  Our mouths found each other's.  My tongue slowly
started moving into his mouth and it was eagerly sucked in.  Our hands
explored each others body.  There was no hurry.  We just wanted to be
close.  And we were!

Justin whispered in my ear, "Will you fuck me?"

"Are you sure?  Have you ever done that before?"

"No, but I want to."

"You know it can hurt like hell the first time."

"I don't care.  I trust you to be gentle.  I just want you."

Justin rolled over on his back and raised his legs up to his chest.  His
beautiful boy cock was as hard as steel.  His nuts were drawn up tight to
his body and his puckered hole was winking at me.  I leaned forward and
gently licked his cock and then his balls as a drop of pre cum oozed out of
the tip.  It tasted heavenly.  I licked down to that pink hairless puckered
hole and worked at it with my tongue.  He was groaning softly and writhing
on the sleeping bag.  My tongue worked its magic and slowly penetrated that
inviting hole.

"Oooooooh fuuuuck" Justin moaned.  "I don't believe it.  This is sooooo
fucking incredible.  Please, fuck me now!"

Justin was ready, and so was I.  I lube'd his hole with some KY and covered
my own aching cock.  I aimed it at his waiting hole and gently probed.  A
few gentle pushes and my cock slipped in .... all the way.  I couldn't
believe it.  No resistance, no indication of pain, just a look of pure
pleasure on his face.

"Yes, fuck me.  God that feels good, NOW, DO IT!"

"That was so easy, have you ever done this before" I asked.?

"No, I've never wanted to do it before either.  I just want you.  Please,
fuck me."

I started a slow, deep, long stroke and Justin responded.  He closed his
eyes as his head rolled from side to side.  His hips moved to meet my
thrusts.  We were both in heaven.

With each stroke I could tell I was touching that magic button hidden deep
inside.  I could feel his ass muscles gentle squeeze and relax with each
stroke.  I'm not sure who was doing who.  If this was making love, I didn't
want it to stop, ever!

Justin continued to milk my cock as I plunged in and out of that inviting
place.  I couldn't believe I hadn't cum yet.  This much pleasure would
normally have put me over the top minutes ago.  But this ..... this was
different.  I wanted it to go on forever.  I wanted Justin with me forever.

Justin looked up into my eyes and said, "I love you.  Promise me you'll
make love to me like this every day of my life.  This is so incredible..  I
want it to go on forever.  Please don't ever stop."

Love may make the world go around but the laws of nature always catch up,
and they were catching up to both of us.  We were both on the edge, and we
knew it.  It was going to happen and there was no stopping it.

Justin started to groan, barely perceptible, but it was there.  His teeth
were clenched, his eyes were starting to flutter, and then I felt his ass
muscles grip my cock like a vice and then pulsate.  Cum flew from his cock,
some landing on his face and chest, some on me.  I lost it.  I'm sure the
biggest load of my life was going deep into the bowels of the boy I loved.
The spasms in Justin's ass seemed to match the spasm in my cock.  We were
coming together and in sync.  Nothing, absolutely nothing, would ever
surpass this moment.

Our union was complete, we were as one, and everything seem right in the
world.


On A Wing And A Prayer - Chapter 4 (c)BC Dude

Justin lowered his legs as I withdrew and moved down beside him.  We just
stayed there together not wishing to move or break the spell.  Eventually
we started to talk. He asked me more about myself, where I was from, what I
did, what my family was like, what I liked and didn't like.  In exchange he
told me about himself.  We were really getting to know each other.  It
didn't matter what we told each other, it was just accepted.  All that
really mattered was that we were together and enjoying each other.

The conversation finally turned to what my plans were for the trip and why
I travel by motorcycle.  I told him how I had been doing this for many
years but this was to be the longest trip I had ever done.  Usually they
were two weeks or less.  I told him about the Pacific Coast route from here
to Mexico.  The sights there are to see and the fantastic roads to ride.
The Redwoods of Northern California, the Golden Gate bridge, Disneyland,
The Hearst Castle at San Simian, Big Sur, the Spruce Goose and the Queen
Mary, the deserts of California, Death Valley, the Grand Canyon, Zion
Canyon, the mountains of Colorado, Yellowstone Park, Mt. Rushmore, The
Black Hills of the Dakotas, and the ass hole of the world, Butte Montana
(sorry).  I must have sounded like a paid travel log but each place
reminded me of another story.

Justin listened with honest interest, but something was starting to bother
him.  At first he didn't want to tell me, but he soon told me he wished he
could see those places and things but he doubted he ever would.

"Well", I said, "we've got at least two months and we can cover a lot of
miles and see a lot of things in that time.  Why don't we just see what
happens."

"Do you really think we could see all that?"

"I don't know, but it sure would be fun to try!"

"Yeah."

"Lets get up, start some supper and get the maps out.  Let's plan a trip."

Justin had his pants on and was out the door before I had the sentence out
of my mouth.

Our little campsite was alive with activity.  Lighting a fire, getting the
food ready, finding the maps.

"Lets go here .... no I want to see that ... how about this" and so it went
until it was dark.

By the time we had finished off the steaks, baked potatoes, a few ears of
corn, and washed it down with a nice bottle of wine we had a trip planned.
We were stuffed and the campsite was a mess.  What the hell, I was here to
have fun .... and I was having the time of my life.

For the first leg of the trip we were going to head south down the Oregon
coast and the highlight of that part would be a ride on the "jet boats" on
the Rogue River.  We decided to get an early start in the morning so we hit
the sack early.  Not that we planned to sleep right away!

As we climbed into the tent Justin asked if he could try something.  I
asked him, "what?"

"Oh, you'll see", was his reply.

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Nothing, absolutely nothing."

"I don't get it."

"You will.  You just lay there.  You aren't allowed to move, touch or
talk."

"Well, okay."  I thought, "what the hell", why not play along.  Besides, my
curiosity was getting to me.

Justin moved over and planted a big wet kiss on my lips.  "Now remember,
you can't move. You are under my total control.  I control the vertical, I
control the horizontal, do not adjust....."

"Enough of the Twilight Zone, get on with it!"

"Okay, okay.  Geesh, no sense of haw haw."

He slowly removed my clothes.  Button by button, piece by piece.  He had no
intention of this being over in five minutes.  It must have taken ten
minutes just to get my clothes off.  He then ordered me to watch him.  Like
the best stripper I've every seen, he slowly removed each piece of his own
clothing.  It must have taken him another ten minutes to wiggle out of his
clothes, which was quite a feat since he wasn't wearing much to begin with.
So far he had not touched me but I was a hard as a rock.  This was going to
be very interesting.

He slowly rubbed himself all over.  Squeezing his tits, pulling his
beautiful teen cock, showing his perfect puckered teen hole.  He would come
close to me, but never touched.  Sometimes he would blow softly on one part
of me or another, but never touched.  I couldn't believe how hot I was
getting without so much as a single touch.

All the while I was drinking in his good looks.  I had never really studied
him before but he was a beautiful specimen.  He was well proportioned with
a solid build.  Not fat or heavy, just solid, and not like most kids his
age who seemed to be all arms and legs.  He was well developed with good
definition.  His chest was quite broad and it trailed nicely down to well
tapered waist.  There were the beginnings of some nice abs too.  His face
was gorgeous.  Free of the blight that affects so many teens at his age,
just clear skin with the beginning of a shadow on his upper lip.  His hair
was a healthy dark brown as were his eyes.  He was sell into puberty but
still had that adorable "puppy dog" look.  His cock was nicely shaped with
a slight upward curve, crowned with a well proportioned glans.  I would
guess it was about 5.5 inches hard was completely flat against his stomach.
His pubic bush was still just a patch above his teen prick and there was no
sign of the hair that would someday lead from his naval to his groin.  His
balls hung loosely in his smooth sack.  Not as big as mine but more than
enough to provide the fuel for what was to come.  In short, on a scale of
one to ten, he was easily an eleven.

Justin ordered me to roll over, face down.

I felt a warm liquid pour onto my shoulders and felt him straddle my ass
and sit down.  His hands started to massage the warm oil into my shoulders,
and then my back.  Down each arm and on each side of my ribs.  It must have
taken thirty minutes for him to get to my waist.  All the time I could feel
the object of my desire, his teen cock touching me here and there as he
moved.

He missed my ass and more oil dribbled onto the backs of my thighs and he
worked his way down each leg.  Another twenty minutes and he was working on
my toes.  I didn't know if I wanted to cum or die.  This kid was pouring
his heart out to me with each stroke of his gentle hands.

It was like a bolt of lightening when the oil landed on my ass and his
hands worked my butt as his fingers started to work into my crack.  Soon
his fingers found their target and were working away at my hole.  First
one, then another.  Finally three of his fingers were gently working on the
inside of my hole and I could feel his teen cock gliding up and down
between my legs and crack.  Suddenly, he moved away and said, "turn over".

The process was repeated on my front.  He worked his way from my shoulders,
down each arm, my chest and stomach.  Again he missed my groin area and
worked down each leg to my toes.  We had been going like this now for
nearly an hour and my cock was dripping steady stream of pre cum.  Justin
knew he was driving me crazy, but that was part of his plan.  He knew where
he was going .... he just never told me where it was.

Finally the oil poured onto my groin and he worked it in, but he was still
careful not to over stimulate anything that would end the fun to soon.  At
last it was done, there wasn't a square inch of me that wasn't oiled, and
relaxed.  That is if you don't count my cock which was ready to explode.
Justin then took the KY and greased up my cock, came over to me, placed one
foot on either side of me, positioned his ass above my cock and......just
sat down in one motion.

So there he was.  Impaled on my cock, sitting on top of me.  His cock was
pointed straight up and he had a smile on his face that said he was in
heaven.

Justin started to fuck me.  Slowly he moved himself up and down on my slick
cock.  Not fast enough to really get me off, but enough to keep me right on
the edge.  He shifted his position a bit and I could tell his prostate was
now receiving the full benefit of the activity.  Justin's cock was full and
hard.  The head was bulging with the added pressure.  Pre cum was flowing
out of his cock.  His face was becoming flushed and his breathing faster
and faster.

I was on the very edge, but somehow he kept me from going all the way but
at the same time made sure I stayed there.  I now knew where this was
going.  He wanted to milk my cock with his ass muscle contractions when he
came.  He was going to set me off with his climax.  It had happened before
but that was just luck, this time Justin was in control and he was going to
do it.

About thirty seconds later it happened.  His ass clamped my dick and I
could feel him as he started to pulse.  Huge gobs of boy cum sprayed over
my face and body.  Those rhythmical contractions on my cock sent me over
the edge and I thrust my hips up and buried my dick as deep as I could.  I
was cuming and there was no stopping it.  With each blast of my cum he
moaned and said "yes, yes, oh fuck yes..  I can feel each blast from that
man cock of yours, keep going, don't stop!"

A few moments later we were both spent and Justin collapsed down onto me.
He looked me in the eyes and kissed me.  It was a kiss of love and passion.
I hugged him and kissed him back.

It was incredible.  That was the hottest, hardest, orgasm of my life and I
was still hard.

Justin said, "I was hoping you'd stay hard."

"Why?"

"Because I want to sleep with you in me all night."

Nothing more needed to be said.  I understood.

Justin scooted around and laid down next to me with his back to me.  He
lifted one leg as I moved up behind him and replaced my cock in his waiting
boy hole.  I wrapped my arms around him and held his cock with one hand.

"God that feels so good", he said.  "Promise you'll still be here when I
wake up?"

"I promise", I said as I nibbled on his ear.  "Besides, I want the other
ear tomorrow."

"You can have it any time you want it, just be there for me."

"I'll always be there for you.  I don't want to be anywhere else."

"Thank you, Jim."

"Jim?"

"Yeah"

"Can I call you Dad?"

"Justin?"

"Yeah"

"Can I call you son?"

"Goodnight, Dad"

"Goodnight, Son"

Justin squeezed my arm a little tighter and I returned the gesture.

We went to sleep like that and was still in his teen boy love hole in the
morning.

I could tell Justin was awake, but he hadn't made a move to wake me.

"Morning", I said.

"Morning yourself."

"Been awake long son?"

"About an hour dad."

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"Cause you'd want to get up and I was enjoying feeling you in me."

"Oh."

"Can you feel that?" Justin squeezed my cock with his ass muscles.

"Yeah, but be careful, I've got to go pee."

"See what I mean, you'd want to get up."

"I guess you're right."

"I guess that happens when you become and OLD MAN!"

Justin started to giggle, then it became a full gut wrenching laugh.  I
didn't care, and it was kind of funny .... but I'd get him back ....
later.

"So you think you can piss with that hard on?"

"Yeah well, you can't either."

"Ya never know, at least if I piss it won't get the bedding wet."

"You wouldn't!"

"Was that a dare?"

"Ye ...... NO."

He knew me better than I thought.  Don't ever dare me to do anything ... I
might just do it.

"Truce?"

"Okay"

"I've still got to take a piss."

"Think we should go out there like this."

"No, it might scare the neighbors."

"Naw, they'd just be jealous."

"Either way, still not a good idea."

"I still don't want to get up."

"And your still an OLD MAN."

"We've already been through that routine."

"So?"

"I don't like repeating myself."

"You sure liked repeating yourself last night."

"Huh"

"You must have cum three more times after you went to sleep."

"You're kidding."

"Nope."

"Did I enjoy it?

"Oh yeah"

"How do you know?"

"Just check the hickey's on my neck.  I thought you were going to draw
blood."

"Now that really pisses me off"

"Why?"

"The best sex of my life, and I slept through it."

"Told you you're an OLD MAN"

"Yeah, well don't tell anyone else."

"I wouldn't ..... cause I'd have to tell them where I was when you did it."

"Good point."

"Can we get up now?"

"Why?"

"Cause now I have to take a piss."

"Fucking young kid, can't hold your piss eh."

"Fuck me."

"No thanks, just did."

"Truce?"

"Truce."

We got up and headed for the wash house.  Took a shower and returned to
make breakfast and break camp.  We enjoyed more playful banter as we worked
and soon the Wing was loaded and ready to go.

It was a beautiful day as we pulled out on to Highway 101 and headed south.
The sun was out and there was a mist rising from the forest.  It was about
75 degrees and we rode in shorts and shirts.  Justin wrapped his arms
around me as we motored down the highway.  We stopped here and there to
look at the view.  Other tourists chatted with us and asked the usual
questions.  Another great thing about touring on a Wing is, people notice
the bike, not the rider and passenger ... good thing!

It was about noon when we rode through Newport and stopped for lunch.

During lunch we noticed a lot of people on the beach flying kites.  These
aren't the little things that neighborhood kids use.  These are huge things
with 200 lb. test line and over six feet wide.  We decided to give it a try
and rented one from a local store.

What a rush.  The wind was blowing so hard now that full grown men are
pulled through the sand leaving two deep skid marks where their feet are
pulled through the beach sand.  It was all we could do to handle the thing.
Justin didn't have a chance.  I had to hold onto his belt to keep him from
being pulled off his feet.

An hour of that and we were beat.  We returned the kite and headed south.
If you have never traveled the Oregon coast, you'll never understand this
why people love it so.  If you have, you know what I mean.  It's one of the
greatest places on earth.

Evening found us near Port Orford and we pulled into another State Park
just south of there.  Another great campfire meal and it was off to the
beach to watch the sun set.  Can you hear the sea boil when the sun touches
the water?  I don't know, but my blood was boiling sitting next to Justin.
We watched the sun go down and the sea mist started to roll in.  Cool, but
not cold tonight.  Cool enough though that the warmth of the person beside
you is welcome.  We sat and talked for awhile and then walked back to the
campsite and sat beside the fire and just watched the glowing embers.

Tomorrow was to be our Jet Boat trip and we had to get up at 6:00 to be
there on time.  We went to bed, tired and happy.  There would be no sex to
night.  Just the warmth of holding each other.

I awoke with the realization that my cock was wet, warm, and very HARD.
Justin had it in his mouth, but he wasn't really sucking on it.  He took
his mouth off and moved up to me and greeted me with a light kiss.

"Morning."

"Morning."

"Nice way to wake up?"

"Yeah."

"Want me to finish the job?"

"Only if you want too."

"Okay."

"Turn around, lets do each other."

"Okay."

We were in a 69 in no time slurping away at each others dicks.  Man I loved
the taste of his teen boy cock.  Somehow he figured out how to get my
entire cock down his throat and was going to town.  I was enjoying myself
just licking and nibbling around his head with the occasional full swallow.
My fingers found their way to his smooth boy hole and one slipped inside.
Justin was starting to moan and groan and the reverberations from the
sounds made my cock buzz.  Meanwhile my finger had found that magic button.
The more I stroked, the more he groaned.  The more he groaned the more my
dick buzzed.  We were on the ladder again and headed for the top.

I felt his ass tighten on my finger and knew it was time.  I gave him a
taste of his own medicine and let a low groan reverberate though my throat
onto his cock.  Bingo.  I was rewarded with spurt after spurt of fresh boy
juice.  Justin received his reward seconds later and he sucked my dick dry.

What a way to wake up!

We had to get up or we would be late for the Jet Boat ride.  A quick shower
and breakfast and we were on our way.


On A Wing And A Prayer - (c)BC Dude

Chapter 5 -

The thirty miles from Port Orford to Gold Beach seemed to be over before we
got started.  It was going to be another gorgeous day on the Oregon coast.
Although it was early, the temperature was already in the low 70's and not
a cloud in the sky.

We pulled into the Marina, locked up the bike and headed over to the ticket
booth.  I had made reservations the day before by phone ..... good thing,
they were turning away people already.  They offer several different trips
ranging from a few hours to an overnight affair.  I had booked the full day
deal which included lunch and a barbecue supper.

The workers handed out the life jackets and gave everyone a quick
description of the day.  A few do's and don'ts and we were off.

The first few miles are just a leisurely cruise away from the coastal area.
At this point there is not much excitement and it tends to lull people into
a false sense of serenity and disappointment.  The boat has an inboard
engine with a water jet drive.  They told us that this was better than a
propeller and at full speed the boat is just skimming the surface and only
requires a few inches of water.

"Yeah, so what?", Justin said.  "I've had more fun in a fucking bath tub."

I was sure he had, but I didn't think it was worth the effort to tell him
what was ahead.

"He'll find out."  I thought to myself.

Sure enough, a few minutes later the engines revved up and the boat surged
ahead.  Now we were moving, probably the better part of 50 MPH.

"That's better, but I still don't see the big deal", Justin complained
again.

We navigated a curve in the river and his eyes opened up to the size of
dinner plates.

"Holy FUCK!" escaped from his lips as we were into the first fast water.

There were boulders the size of a house all over the place and the water
was a seething mass of white boiling water as it tumbled over and around
the obstructions in it path.

Our pilot expertly guided the craft around each, making sure he came just
close enough to some of them to elicit screams from most of the passengers,
including Justin!

Wave after wave broke over the bow and everyone was soaking wet but I don't
think anyone really cared.

A few minutes later we were back in water somewhat more peaceful and the
boat came alive with talk.  "Man did you see that....", "I thought we were
toast when....", and so it went.  Then another bend in the river, more wild
water, some calm, and then the big daddy of them all.  Rides ad Disneyland
are nothing compared to this!

Around noon the boat pulled into shore, and we were met by some other
employees with towels and directions on where the washrooms were and where
the picnic lunch was set up.  They also told us there was to be enough time
for anyone to explore the area.

Justin and I gobbled down our lunches and headed out to look around.  A few
hundred yards up river we found a secluded beach area and decided to take a
quick dip.  We hadn't brought our swim suites so in we went "au natural".

"Shit", Justin said.  There's something in the water!"

"What? Where?"

"Right here", and he reached out and grabbed by shrunken dick.  "Oh, sorry.
I thought it was a REALLY SMALL minnow."

"You little shit!"  I reached out and grabbed his.  "Yeah, well here's
another!"

And the fight was on.  We must have carried on for twenty minutes, pushing,
dunking, splashing and grabbing.  Finally we were both exhausted and pulled
ourselves out of the river and onto the sandy beach, spread out our towels
and sat down.

The bright sun soon did its work and we were dry and our balls came out of
hiding.  Our dicks also transformed from minnows to whales.  We were both
sporting hard on's.

"Fuck, we can't go back like this", Justin said.

"I agree, I think we should get dressed first."

"That won't help."

"What would?"

"Well ..... want some seafood desert?" Justin said with a grin.

"Only if you have some seafood sauce", I responded.

"That's what you get when you suck on this."

"Really?"

"Yeah.  Here, let me show you."

He leaned over and swallowed my "seafood" dick."

"OH, MAN."

I moved around and we were soon in a 69.

We didn't have time for a real "love making" session so this was going to
be a quickie, and we both knew it.

I still don't know how he managed to get my cock all the way down his
throat, but I wasn't complaining.  His smaller teen cock was easy for me to
swallow but I doubted I could handle anything much bigger.

We were really fucking each others face now and getting closer by the
second.

I started to groan and could feel the reverberations from my throat doing a
number Justin's cock as it slid in and out.  That in turn got a groan from
Justin and we were both on our way.  His cock got bigger and harder and
then one final thrust and he was pumping is teen juice straight into my
stomach.  Well, one good turn deserves another and I fed him my load of
love juice.

As we separated, Justin said, "How's the seafood sauce?"

"Not bad", I said as I licked a bit of his sauce off my lips.  "We should
have seafood more often."

"Deal!"

The horn sounded and it was time to get back to the boat.

They took us a few more miles up river before it was time to turn around
and head back.  We thought we knew what to expect, having come up the river
that morning .... WRONG.  Going up river the boat is fighting both gravity
and the current.  On the return the boat is going downhill and has the
added speed of the water.  WOW!

On our return the Salmon barbecue was set up and ready.

"Oh shit, more seafood", Justin smirked.

"Yeah, but how do we get that special sauce for it?"  I asked.

"Easy, here I'll show you......"

"NOT HERE you'll get us both put in jail."

"So you don't want this?" he said as he reached over and handed me the
bottle of sauce.

"You little shit, I'm going to get you for that one."

"Yeah, is that a promise or a threat?"

"BOTH!"

"Good, I'll be looking forward to it" he said with a grin.

"Holy shit", I thought to myself.  What kind of manic have I created here.
A few days ago he had never had sex with anyone and now he was a non stop
sex machine!  Ah, to be young.

As though he had been reading my thoughts, Justin turned to me with a
deadly serious face and said, "Of course, if your to OLD to handle it, I
could give you the night off!"

"I'm gonna get you for that one too."

"Promise."

"You can count on it."

"Good, I have been."

"Huh?"

"Counting.  You owe me so many now you'll never get rid of me", he said
with a giggle.

"I don't want to get rid of you."

"I know, but there's nothing wrong with a little insurance."

"Boy you just wait till tonight."

"Do I have to wait that long?"

"You may not have to, but I do."

"Okay, OLD MAN."

I didn't say a word.  I know when I've been beaten.

Justin grinned and smothered his salmon with sauce and wolfed it down.

An hour later we were back at the campsite.  We walked down to the beach
and watched the sun set again.  We talked about the boat ride, we talked
about the trip so far, and we talked about where we would go to morrow.

I suggested we should stay another day and spend the day on the beach.
There was lots of time and catching a few rays sounded good to me.

We sat there for another hour and just listened to the pounding of the
surf.

The cool evening sea air was moving in so we headed back to the campsite
and started a fire.  We sat around the fire talking and drinking some hot
chocolate.

We turned in around 11:00 and just held each other for a while.  There was
no hurry.  We both knew each other was there and that was more important
than anything else.

While just enjoying being close I made up my mind I was going to do
whatever was necessary to keep Justin with me forever.  I would call my
lawyer tomorrow and see what could be done.  But for tonight ........

"Justin."

"Yeah"

"We've done all kinds of things except one."

"What's that?"

"We've never just jacked each other off."

"Yeah, you're right.  That might be fun.  But I thought you wanted to do
all that other stuff?"

"Justin, I like that "other stuff", but what is most important is being
with you, enjoying your company, and making each other happy."

"Can I make you happy?"

"No."

"What?"

"It's my turn, I owe you, remember?"

"I wasn't really counting."

"I know, but just in case you are ....."

"Oooooooo", was all he said as I planted a big wet kiss on his lips and
gently started to rub his teen cock.

Justin sprang to attention inside of thirty seconds.  He was obviously
enjoying himself.  He laid back and just let it happen.  I decided to try
something different.  Instead of stroking up and down and just gripped his
cock and gently squeezed and released my grip.  Over and over, over and
over.  It was different but it was having the desired effect.  Justin was
getting hotter by the second and the pre cum was starting to flow.  His
balls were drawing tight and it was just a matter of time and I was betting
not much time.

His cock was growing harder and bigger and I knew he was on the edge.
About three more squeezes ...... no, I stopped and took my hand away.

"What the ......" Justin gasped.

"Not yet", I whispered in his ear.

I tweaked his nipples, as I kissed him hotly.  His tongue shot into my
mouth as he whimpered for more.

The danger was over and I returned to his teen cock.  It was slick with pre
cum as I started my squeeze play again.  It was only minutes and he was
writhing in pre orgasmic ecstasy.  There would be no stopping this time.  I
increased the pressure of my grip with each squeeze.  More pre cum oozed
from his cock with each new squeeze.  Justin was ready and I could not deny
him his reward any longer.

In increased the pace of my actions and he came.  The first shot hit him
squarely on his forehead.  The second and third and forth shots left trails
from his chest to his youthful cock.  A few more dribbled out the end and
over my hand.

Justin laid there in post orgasmic glow.  A cute smile on his lips as he
pushed a few more drops of precious fluid from his spent cock.

I licked the cum from my hand.  It was truly the taste of youth.  I eagerly
bent down and licked the rest of his load from his still heaving body and
kissed him.  Justin eagerly accepted the kiss and the gift of his own cum.

"That was FANTASTIC", Justin finally said.  "I wouldn't have believed a
hand job could be that good.  I don't know if I'm good enough to do that
for you."

"Justin, it's your love that counts, not how good it is.  Anything you do
with love is the best gift you can give me."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Then I choose this" as he handed me the tube of KY.

"Justin, I thought we were going to ......"

He put his hand on my mouth as he raised his legs to his chest.

What could I say?

I fucked him long and slow.  My gentle prodding of his prostate had created
another erection for him and we were both well on our way.  Justin had his
eyes closed and his head was rolling from side to side.  My breathing was
becoming fast and shallow.  Somehow he managed to get his hand down between
us and he began to massage my aching balls.  Oh God, I was on the edge.

Suddenly he said "STOP".

"What, did I hurt you?"

"No, I'm just not ready for this to be over."

"Oh."

"Now don't start thrusting again.  I'm going to do it."  With that, he
began flexing his ass muscles.

Wow, he was doing to me with his ass the same thing I did to him with my
hand.  I couldn't believe it.  With each squeeze he was bring us both
closer to the final goal.  His dick was flowing with pre cum, my balls were
aching for their release.  It would only be a few more seconds.

Justin started to cum as did I.

When it was over I pulled out and we laid down together.

"I want to do it again."

"Oh Jesus Justin, I can't.  I'm done."

"No, no.  I mean I want to sleep with you in me again."

"Well I guess I can handle that."

He rolled over with his back to me and I slipped my cock into his waiting
boy hole.

"Oh yeah", was the last thing I heard.

End of Chapter 5

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