Date: Wed, 7 Apr 2004 02:15:38 -0400
From: Matt Holmes <ispamforfood@cox.net>
Subject: Boundary Waters Canoe Trip 1

Boundary Waters Canoe Trip, UNCENSORED version

I don't know if anyone remembers back last October, probly not, that I
posted "Boundary Waters Canoe trip."  Well, I got some feedback from
readers, and found that they suggested I rewrite the story and add my own
spin, rewrite it so it plays out like I would have liked it to in real
life.  At the time I dismissed this idea, as the Memory alone of that
wonderful week gave me enough satisfaction.  It's ironic that this creative
inspiration has come on the same night as a deep depression had settled
over me.  Well, this may be the bit of energy that helps me back up to the
surface.  I'm giving this to you, my readers, and to myself, because I
believe that it would be good for me to do this.  I often keep my thoughts
buried, but this fantasy has laid hiding too long and its time for me to
lay out my mind's creation in a way that more people can enjoy.

I'm not sure if this will be a short story, or maybe a 2 to 3 parter, but
I'm feeling the word "series" in my heart.  That is the direction I am
heading.....  Hope you enjoy, sorry for the rambling.  Comments to
love_and_fate@hotmail.com

	As my parents drove me to a new Boy Scout troop that night, I
didn't know how I was going to like it.  I was nervous and jittery.  I had
butterflies in my stomach.  To be honest, I didn't think this troop would
be able to top the one I was coming out of.

Let me rewind a little bit.  I had been informed in the late summer of '94,
or rather I overheard my parents talking, about my father being transferred
to Iowa.  The prospect of moving sounded very good to me.  My life in New
Jersey was hell from moment one, and lasted five long years, and the end
was finally in sight.  I was all for the move, as I had no friends, no real
life to tie me down.  But of course, that all meant leaving my troop, the
one thing I knew I'd miss.

We had a blast every night we met, and on camping trips and summer camp.
The kids were pretty off the wall: some were amateur comics, some trouble
makers, and some nerds.  Guess which category I fell into.  Yep, I was a
bit of a nerd.  I didn't really care though.  We had some fun times, and I
was just then coming into my feelings toward other boys.  I knew I would
miss some, but I looked to the future with optimism that this move would
ultimately be for the good.

 	The weeks went on, and once we were settled, my father began
inquiring about Boy Scout troops in the area.  It was recommended by people
he know that I might like troop 401.  They were a smaller group, which can
be bad in terms of its exposure to more boys, but good in the fact that the
leaders could give more personal attention to each scout.  I really didn't
get a good impression from them in the beginning.  The troop met at the
Knights of Columbus building, in the lounge area actually.  The scoutmaster
was a man named Gary.  He was a little less than middle aged, with brown
hair and a mustache.  He was a goofy guy at times.  His son, Chris, was a
member of the troop, but I'll get to him in a little bit.  There were just
a few boys; I'm probably not going to do them justice by forgetting
someone:

	There was Jason, the brain.  He was a big time geek back then,
complete with frizzy hair and a geeky voice, but he was cool to listen to
and have around.

	Travis.....Wow, what can I say.....He was a preteen God.  Slim
body, quite tall (don't ask for numbers, man), beautiful face and glasses
that added intelligence to his handsome mug.  You can bet me eyes followed
him around a lot.

	Nolan was the clown.  He was a short boy, with brown curly hair,
with a medium complexion, one consistent with his Latin heritage.  He was
very amusing, and fun to be around.  Nolan and I spent a lot of time joking
around at the meetings, which we knew we shouldn't have been doing, but
that never stopped us.  His father, Tony, was an assistant scoutmaster in
the troop.  I liked him a lot.  He was a very nice man, and fun to joke
around with.

	Then there was Nick: Son of a preacher man. Yep.  He was quite a
large lad, though quiet and soft spoken.  He was very intelligent and witty
at times.  He wore thick glasses with quite a cheap and ugly frame, if I
may say so myself, as it is my story after all....

	And how could I forget Chris?  I was saving the best for last, you
see.  Chris was a very handsome boy; I believe he was around 12 or 13 at
the time.  He still had yet to hit his growth spurt, so he was quite
immature physically.  He still retained his adolescent frame, had a little
bit of baby fat left.  It didn't matter though.  In my eyes, he was
delicious.  Everything about him was perfect.  I spent many a days checking
him out, wishing silently that he and I could get into some trouble
together.

	It must have only been a few months that Gary ran the troop, which
was not going well overall.  The guy tried his best, and we did do some
cool stuff, but it still was never a great troop.  He ran the troop for an
indeterminate amount of time before I arrived, and continued to do so
through summer camp.

	It was at summer camp, I found out, that Gary and Chris would be
moving to Arkansas at the end of the summer.  I was very saddened to see
Gary, a (mediocre) scoutmaster, and my crush Christopher, leave my life for
what I thought would be forever.  Oh how I wished I could have kissed his
cherry lips just once, taste his sweet breath, run my hands along his
smooth body....  But, I soon realized it was not meant to be.

	On the last night of camp, we had a traditional camp wide bonfire,
complete with comedy skits and classic camp songs.  It was a most enjoyable
occasion for all who participated, as well as those being entertained.
ALMOST everyone went back to their camp happy that night.  I could tell
that Chris was saddened that his life would soon be disrupted, his friends
left behind, and he would have to begin his new life in Arkansas.  I caught
up with him as we were entering our campsite.  Now, I'm not the bravest
person in the world, but I needed to say goodbye, and do what I could to
comfort the boy that I developed my first crush on.  "Hey Chris, you wanna
camp in with me tonight?"

	A gloomy Chris soon lit up with joy.  "Sure!"

	I led him to my tent, which, lucky for me, held a vacancy.  He
trudged into the tent with his sleeping bag slung over one shoulder,
dragging along the ground as he walked, and a gym bag with his clothes.

	"Make yourself at home," I welcomed my guest.

	"Thanks," he replied.

	There was a moment of awkward silence between us.  Neither of us
knew where to take the rest of the night.  Well, I did, but I wasn't sure
Chris would go for something THAT x-rated.

	"So..." Chris sighed.  "What you wanna do?"

	"Well, first thing's first.  I'm sweating like a pig in these
clothes."  I began to undo my shoes one by one, throwing them in the corner
of the tent, and then stripping off my rank smelling socks and throwing
them in a bag.  Chris followed suit.  I continued ripping off my outerwear
until I was in just an undershirt and boxers.  I didn't normally wear
boxers, however it is a bit embarrassing wearing underwear that leaves
nothing to the imagination, especially at my insecure age of fourteen.

	Chris took more time getting undressed, as he was even more
sheepish than I, if that was even possible.  He finally lifted his shirt
over his head, and I got the first close-up of his upper body ever.  He
still carried a bit of baby fat, kind of stocky.  I was always like that,
and am even the same today, almost ten years later.  Well, its not baby fat
anymore.  Anyway...His pink nipples were erect, probably due to the cold
night I thought...nah...  He looked away from my face as he quickly removed
his pants and slipped under his sleeping bag.  DRAT!

	"So, wanna play a game?" I suggested.

	"Nah, I'm not feelin' too well," Chris shrugged.  He was such a
gloomy Gus it was breaking my heart.

	I have always been a good-natured person, and it was tearing me up
to see him like that.  "Don't worry, Chris.  You'll make new friends down
in Arkansas."

	"It's not the same!" he exclaimed.  His face was flushed and his
eyes watering.  "I don't want to leave!  It's not fair."

	"I know bud," I attempted to console my friend.  "Please don't
cry."  I dug up some courage and brought my hand to his soft cheek, wiping
away the tear with my thumb.

	Chris was a bit startled by the contact, then his face softened
from fear to relief.  He lurched forward and wrapped his arms around my
shoulders, pulling me tight into him as he cried.  I whispered soothing
words to him as he cried himself out.

	After a few minutes, we separated, then quietly lay down in our
sleeping bags, facing each other.  We were ENTIRELY too close for two boys
to be on a hot summer night.  Our faces were inches apart.  I began to feel
like this was my only chance; my one defining moment.  I needed it, and I
thought he did too.  I reached my hand over to his face, softly caressing
his cheek.  His eyes were alive with a sparkle I had never seen before.
Gently, I pulled his face closer and closer to me, until we were a mere
quarter of an inch apart.  I felt his breath on my lips, the heat from his
body made me tingle all over.  The stiffness in my pants began to make
itself known as hormones began surging through my body at incredible rates.
I took a deep breath and brought my lips to his, closing my eyes and
feeling myself become one with the boy that I loved so much.  The kiss
seemed to last hours.  The taste of his lips was delicious, but it wasn't
enough.  I wanted more.  Suddenly, I rolled towards him, forcing him down
onto his back, pulling myself on top of him.  We never left eye contact the
entire time.

	Chris was in shock.  He had no idea what was going on.  He was
hypnotized by the awesome feeling of this new intimacy we shared together.
I could feel his hardness pressing against mine as I paused momentarily,
then locked lips once again.

	Chris was tight lipped when the first kiss came about.  This time
though, he was ready to receive it.  His lips softened, and he opened his
mouth slightly.  For the first time I got a taste of his sweet candy
breath, his tongue brushing against mine.  He moaned softly when he came up
for air.

	We kissed for about ten minutes when I broke the kiss and looked
into Chris' eyes again.  In just that short moment, they had gone from a
depressing gray, to a most wondrous shade of blue.

"Matt," Chris began, "that was...  The most awesome kiss ever."

"I was so afraid," I responded, "that you wouldn't like it, but I just had
to.  I love you so much.  I have since the day I first met you.  I'm gonna
miss you so much."

"I don't want to leave you," Chris stated.  "I have never felt this way
about anyone before."

"Neither have I," I answered back.  "Let's not think about tomorrow.  At
least we have tonight."

 I leaned back down and resumed kissing my newfound love.  Our passion was
intense, for I knew this night would have to be enough to last me the rest
of my life.  Lightning does not strike twice, and true love comes along
just as often.  Maybe one day, I thought, we would be together again.

I began softly grinding my crotch into his, to which Chris responded in
kind.  My mind was reeling.  I couldn't believe this was happening right
then.  Here was the boy I loved, in my arms, returning the affection I was
giving him.  Soon our soft grinding began to pick up the pace, but I knew
this was neither the time, nor the place.  Many pairs of ears around the
campsite would soon know what was going on, had we continued.

	"Chris, we should slow down."

	He began to pout.  "I don't wanna."

	"I know Chris," I replied.  "God, do I know.  I just...I don't
think I could go any further with you and be able to live with myself.  I
miss you already, and you're not even gone yet.  If I took you further down
that path, I couldn't bear to see you go.  Its breaking my heart already.
Maybe someday we'll get to see each other again."

	"I hope so," Chris wished.  "I wish that you could come with me."

"I know," I responded.  My heart felt as if it had been ripped from my
chest, for that was what would be happening to me the following day, when
Chris and his father would get in their car and drive out of my life
forever.  I couldn't take the unpleasant thoughts in my head any longer.  I
was determined to push them out of my head and just enjoy the moment.
"Let's just lay here together for a while."  And we did just that.  For the
remainder of the night, we remained locked in each others arms, attempting
to defy sleep, so that we could both cherish every last moment we had
together.  .

	  With my last waking breath that night, I decreed: "I love you so
much, Chris.  I don't care what it takes, some day we'll be back together
again."

We fell asleep in each others arms that night, the passion of the night
wearing on our young, adolescent bodies.  It was the most intimate
experience of my young life, and I will cherish it forever.

The following morning, I woke, with my love still in my arms, I spooned
behind him, my morning erection poking his thigh a little.  The warmth of
the moment was sensuous.  If only we could have stayed in bed.  But, I knew
it was time to get going.  "Chris," I gently nudged my love.  "Wake up."

"Mmmm...too early..." He mumbled.

I thought to myself, `I know what'll get him out of bed in a hurry.'  I
then pounced on his torso, pinning his arms back on the floor, my erection
now pressing into his abdomen.  He was now fully awake, his liquid blue
eyes now alive with spark and color again.  "Hey there sleepy head, you
wanna take a shower?"

Chris' face lit up with happiness, and he grabbed the back of my head,
forcing my face to meet his in a passionate, loving kiss.  He broke the
kiss, after first retrieving his tongue from the back of my throat, and
responded "Hell yeah!"

It was still early, and we were the first ones out of bed, which was rather
odd since either of us didn't get much sleep that night.  Though, I suppose
it's understandable.  It was after all the last day we'd see each other for
god knows how long.

It was a hard thing saying goodbye to him at the end of the last meeting he
attended.  I wanted so bad to hug him, but I didn't want to invoke the same
type of feelings that were coming out last night, or freak out any of the
other scouts, or leaders for that matter, by showing a somewhat
inappropriate gesture to a boy 2 years younger than myself, whom I had only
known a few months.  It broke my heart not to be able to feel the closeness
of his body to mine.  I cried myself to sleep that night.  I thought that,
as much as I wished it to be, I'd never see him again.  It broke my heart
to think that, but I've always been a realist.  There I was, facing the
cold truth that my ship has sailed. My one true chance at finding happiness
was gone.  Little did I know that my chance would come in time.

Yes, its definitely going to be a series, folks.....This I suppose will be
the short introduction to a work that I am dying to write.  I hope you
enjoyed this first chapter.  They say the first chapter is the hardest to
write.  I hope that is the case.  Ta ta for now.  Comments to
love_and_fate@hotmail.com