Date: Wed, 5 Mar 2003 14:02:52 -0800 (PST)
From: chip ster <chipster071053@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Journey - 03

My Journey - Episode Three My Journey - 02
By Larry (Laetuseros@aol.com)
Edited by Chipster (chipster071053@yahoo.com)


This story contains graphic sexual acts between male teens. If you are
underage or if possession or readership of material that presents sexual
relationships between two or more members of the same sex is not to your
liking, or illegal where you reside, please pass over this story. This
story is the property of the author and may not be distributed without
written permission.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: A very new friend has encouraged me to rewrite "My Journey."
I hope you like reading about my journey into the sexual world of love
between men.  It's true, I lived it, and I have changed the names of those
who are still with us.  Other than that, the story is what happened when at
sixteen, my male sexuality was awakened, my eyes opened, and my mind
sharpened to what sex, pleasure giving, companionship, and love were really
all about.


MY JOURNEY
Chapter 3


Ken and I grabbed our towel and toilet kits and headed for the shower
cabin.  It was dark, so we carefully made our way down to the river, hopped
across the rocks and onto the bank.  It amazed me how my eyes adjusted to
the dark once we left the campfire.  The moon would soon be up and we'd
have plenty of light to make our way back.

Ken went round back.  The fire under the tank had burned down, but had
plenty of hot embers to keep the tank water hot.  He added a few more
pieces of firewood, and came around to the front and told me the good news.
We quickly shed our shorts and boots and went into the shower area.  Man,
that concrete floor was wet and cold.  I couldn't wait to get under some
hot water.

Ken turned on a shower and pulling me by my arm got me wet down.  I was
shivering now, as it was cold water.  "That's what I thought, the line has
cooled down since the last shower.  It'll get warmer now."  He chuckled
softly at my discomfort.  I was beginning to resent his attitude toward
others.  It made me uncomfortable the way he ordered people with that
suggestion technique he used.  I started mulling things over in my mind.

He let it run for a while, and proceeded to soap up his hands and
washcloth.  "Larry, lean against the wall and I'll scrub down your back for
you."  I swear I heard him say backside, but took his suggestion and leaned
against the wall, as he scrubbed my shoulders and massage them a bit.  He
loosened up my tense traps and delts and was now rubbing along the side of
my ribs.  He moved to the small of my back and over my butt, rubbing around
the cheeks, then into the crack and pushing against my butt hole.  I jumped
at the pressure; he gave a grunt, "sensitive still?"  I answered, "Yes,
it's still sore after this afternoon's pounding!"

Then he scrubbed down the inside of my legs, starting up under my ball sack
and then down my thigh, over my calf muscles and to my ankles.  "Hey lift
your foot and I'll get your toes and bottom of your feet.  I lifted one
foot, then the other.  He stood up and I felt him push his body against my
back.  He reached round, under my arms, and started soaping down my pecs,
tweaking the nipples, and moved downward to my crotch area.  He grabbed a
hand, put the bar of soap in it, and in the other hand the wet soapy
washcloth.  "Okay, my turn, you do me now!"

I turned on the shower and wet the washcloth, soaped it up and saw that he
was leaning against the shower room wall as I had been doing.  I did notice
that he had his legs spread wider that I did, so I stepped up closer, my
hardening prick touching his ass cheeks as I worked on his neck, shoulders,
and back.  I guess I was a bit rough, but he seemed to like the rough
handling.  He pushed his ass back against my semi hard cock, and was
uttering encouragement to me and directing my scrubbing of his body.  As I
got to his ass cheeks he admonished me to clean the crack well, after all
he was showering to get clean for tonight's fun.

I thought to myself, you got another think coming if you think you're going
to mount me in bed tonight.  I just scrubbed his leg roughly. He lifted one
foot, then the other so that I could wash between his toes and the bottom
of his foot.  Feeling I had finished I stood and reached for the shower to
turn on the hot water and rinse our bodies.

"Hey, you're not done yet, you haven't washed the front of me!" was his
indignant cry.

"Oh, yeah, sorry!  Something must be occupying my mind at the moment."  I
ducked under his arm to wash the front of his masculine body.  "Not that
way! Get behind me like I did you and reach under my arms."  I got round to
his back again, and moved in between the spread legs.  He reached behind
with one arm and pulled me close, close enough that I was plastered against
his back, my cock riding under his ass cheeks.  "That's more like it, now
scrub my chest and tummy for me."

"Well, can't you do that for yourself?  I could have been under a hot
shower, cleaned and out of here by now!"  I definitely didn't care for what
he wanted me to do, and the way he wanted it done.  I draped the washcloth
on his shoulder, turned on the showerhead and rinsed myself with hot water.
It felt good, the hot water, not Ken's now arrogant attitude.  It was so
unlike what he was during the day.  I was getting confused between liking
the guy and not liking him.

I toweled dry, slipped on my shorts and boots and left Ken standing in the
shower.  "I'll see you back at the campsite!"  I strode off in a huff,
jumped the river and went up the hill toward camp.  I felt my eyes
stinging, tears trying to come out...I knew I was angry and confused as to
why I was angry.  I went straight to our tent and taking off my boots,
folding my shorts, I slipped into my sleeping bag and zipped it up tight
from inside.

Ken came up a little later.  He opened a tent flap and came into the tent.
"What the hell was that all about?  Why are you mad at me?  I thought you
enjoyed what we did together and you sure loved it this afternoon!"  He
knelt on his sleeping bag, expecting me to turn and answer him.  I knew if
I rolled over, I'd see his body, that hard cock at attention, and knew I'd
fold.  Well I wasn't going for it, I was mad and was going to stay mad
until I figured out why I was mad.

"Say, aren't you going to help me out?  I got something hard here that
needs your sweet soft caresses and it needs some warm place to sleep in
tonight.  Larry, I got a case of blue balls from anticipating our evening
together.

I mumbled out, "After what you did to Chas in the valley, you have blue
balls!  I doubt that!"  and I pulled the opening of my sleeping bag under
my chin.

"Well, after seeing your crew with those nice round ass cheeks and
developing cocks had something to do with it, too."  He sat quietly for a
while.  Then, since I didn't answer him, I heard him leave the tent.  I
laid waiting for him to return.

After a long time, maybe an hour, I heard him return.  I rolled over to
look at him.  Of course he was starkers again.  He looked at me and
stretched his body out on his sleeping bag.  "Where'd you go, to the
latrine to pull your pud?"

"Nah," he said as he moved his arms up behind his head and crossed his
ankles, "I went over to visit Chas' tent.  He was horny, too.  So I helped
him relax with a rear massage and he gave me a blowjob and I left him
relaxed and sleeping."

"I don't believe you!  You mean you went to Chas because I wouldn't give up
my ass to you?"  I rolled over in disgust.  My mind racing with thoughts of
being taken advantage of, being used for sexual gratification, not really
being liked, I felt like a whore, or at least how I read that they would
feel if their lover rejected them.  Lover! Where did that thought come
from?  I wasn't in love with Ken, or was I?  Is what I was feeling
...jealousy!  Whoa, what was happening to me?  I felt a hot tear gathering,
well up and then run down my cheek to soak into my bedroll.

I felt a hand on my back, "Larry, I'm sorry if you feel I hurt you. I keep
forgetting you are not like the rest of us guys, just looking to get
relaxed, de-tensionized sort of.  Ya got to know I've never had a brother,
I'm an adopted son, I've had to look out for myself all my life.  That's
why I act the way I do.  I really like you, yeah aside from the sex, which
is terrific.  I feel really great when you stare at me, I know you like me.
I can see the adoration in your eyes and I get these wavelength
thought...like I know what you're thinking or going to ask, or to do
next. It's weird, but you feel like a part of me that was missed when I was
born.  Don't go all mushy on me.  Tell me you forgive me my brash ways,
come on guy, tell me that you aren't mad at me any more and open your bag
so I can slip in and comfort you."  I felt his warm breath on my ear, his
tongue flicked in and his lips caressed ever so softly.  He was humming,
and licking me like a cat would do when it wanted to be feed or needed
attention.

I heard a voice in my brain that said over and over, "I really, really,
really like you and I think I am falling in love with you, but I know guys
aren't supposed to, roll over and kiss me if you forgive me...please, I am
so lonely just thinking of you ignoring me on the rest of this trip."  I
rolled over and said, "WHAT!"

"What? I didn't say anything.  Just tell me you forgive me."  He was
sitting cross-legged on his bedroll, about a foot away.

"I distinctly heard you ask me to forgive you and kiss you to make up."  I
sat up in my bedroll and glared at him.  I started to reverse my decision
to forgive him.  "Don't play with me, it hurts!

His face took on a look of surprise.  "I didn't...I swear I didn't say a
word, but I was thinking that...how...what...what exactly did you think you
heard, word for word."

"You said you were really sorry for hurting me and you thought you were
falling in love with me and that you wanted me to roll over and kiss you
and that you'd be lonely if I ignored you the rest of the trip.  Are you
claiming that you didn't say that, because I really heard you loud and
clear, you were right at my ear!  Damn!"  and I rolled back over and went
silent.

This time I felt both his hands on my shoulder and he forced me to turn and
look him in the eyes ... those gorgeous eyes ... that fresh look ... the
pugged, freckled nose all lit up by the moonlight.  "Yes" was the only word
I uttered.  His eyes turned watery and he looked down at me and softly
said, "Me, too!"  We both understood each other to say we loved each other
too much to part.  Don't ask me how, but I did and he did know we said it
in our minds.  This was the start of a rapport that lasted for years and a
lot of weird things happened along the way.  That's another story, better
left untold.

He found the zipper to my bag, opened it, and climbed in with me.  He
hugged me in his brawny arms, and planted a very serious kiss on my lips.
His tongue slid in to tangle with mine and he tried to stuff it down my
throat.  I broke the kiss laughing, "Are you serious, you really do?"

"Yeah, afraid so.  I guess, cause I've never felt this way with a guy
before.  Like you said it's all new to me.  I do really care what you think
of me. I want you to be proud of me and want to be with me. Er, beside
having great sex with me!"  I looked up at that happy grin of his as he
lowered his mouth to mine in another hot kiss. I slipped into sleep with
his arms around me, holding me safe, holding me secure, holding me the
first time in my sheltered life with love.  Yeah, I know you're thinking
corny, mushy...but it did happen that way.  It's a moment that over the
years has me warm all over and my cock twitching.

So, okay, we woke up on day four.  I supervised my somewhat eager group of
teenagers in breaking camp, sweeping the area for anything that didn't
belong, that wasn't all natural and environmental.  We went to the corral
and loaded up the burros with fresh wanagan boxes and our bedrolls.  We
were headed off up the mountain and would be sleeping at just under 12,000
feet.

I hiked with Ken that day.  Chas and his crew brought up the rear.  Ken was
quiet, and looked moody.  It had been rainy that morning and breakfast
hadn't been all that good as we had trouble getting a fire started.  I was
pissed because my Eagle Scout couldn't get the fire started, in a peek I
read him off, and Ken punched me and told me to lay off.  I had accused the
kid of getting his Eagle badge in a dime store and sure didn't measure up.
Ken pulled me out and reminded me that I did have a great crew of teens and
my conduct as a leader was at stake.  He suggested I apologize and show
them how to make a fire on a rainy day at 7,000 ft in the windy mountains.

I was challenged by the guy I was beginning to adore.  So I apologized to
the crew, had them gather around the fire pit, and showed them how to make
a platform for the fire to set on, spilt the wet wood and showed them that
the heart of each log was dry, built the fire and backed away.  The two
cooks took over and made the powdered scrambled eggs, and the biscuits were
soggy, but edible.  Lots of hot chocolate and coffee.  Our adult advisor
was under the weather...too much fishing.

Ken sidled up to me and whispered, "I'm impressed!"  I knew he was, I had
that feeling he was beaming.  I felt the words, I adore you so much, you
make me proud echo in my brain.

After breakfast and cleanup, we broke camp and started upward toward a
wilderness camp just below the peak of Clear Creek.  We walked up through
Fowlers Pass, with the fragrant Ponderosa Pine, Blue Spruce, and Douglas
Fir all around us.  We took frequent stops and Ken checked every teen's
pack and boots.  He asked about blisters, tired feeling, hard breathing,
but everyone seemed eager to push on.  We were nearing the ten thousand
foot level.

The burros had rested, as had we all, so Ken started us moving again.  I
walked next to him and we had a weird conversation.  It was mostly in our
minds and we'd answer verbally with just a couple of words, incomplete
sentences, hanging answers.  I wanted to ask him if he was serious about
what he'd said last night.  Before I asked, he answered, "Yeah, maybe, its
my first..." and I replied, "I know me too ... never before"

We approached the camp.  Our shelter would be a log lean-to and a bed of
fresh pine boughs.  We spread our ponchos over them, put our packs in the
back.  My crew went to the burro corral, unloaded and fed the burros and
came back with supplies for dinner.  The camp ranger came over and invited
us to come into his cabin for a campfire around his fireplace.  He
explained it would give the boys some time to dry out before turning in for
the evening.  We had a marvelous time, and I learned several new songs to
take home with me.  When we got back to the lean-to, the adult advisor,
Chas, and several other teens had made their place with us.  Ken looked at
me and smiled, I returned the grin and mental thought they'll be other
times soon.  Ken just nodded that he understood.

Morning arrived cold and clear.  The burros were braying, demanding food
and water.  We all set about getting organized and by 10:00am were on our
way to the top of Clear Creek.  The forest thinned out and the trail wound
through granite boulders and scrub pine.  We stopped and the crews lined up
along the ridge, and were looking in every direction.  You could see clear
to Colorado, the snow bound peaks flashed in the early afternoon sunlight.
It was magnificent.  I felt Ken's arm around me, he started singing, "On a
cleaaar day you can see foreverrrr!"  Everyone burst out laughing and
kidding him on his voice.  Naturally, I raced to his defense and likewise
got jeered.

Ken led us down off the mountain, back into the timber and Cyphers Camp.
We stopped there for lunch and did some exploring of the mines in the area.
The ranger cautioned us not to enter any of the mines...they were unstable
and we could get trapped in them and it would take a long time to dig us
out.  Some of my crew tried panning for gold in the stream without any
luck, but they had a lot of fun doing it.

>From there we had a quick run down into Cimarroncito Camp. Those wanting
to finish up their riflery requirement would spend time at the range.  We'd
turn in the burros, and a train coming from the other direction would pick
them up and take them back to Abreau corral.  This was the first chance Ken
and I had to a tent all to ourselves.  We went on field trips into the
surrounding valleys.  At this base camp there were hot showers and lots of
hot water for all of us.  After three days without we all looked forward to
time in the showers.  We were able to have a campfire with an outfit from
Texas, and one from Minnesota.  The stunts and skits were hilarious, the
singing very soulful, and many friendships and tokens exchanged.

When we broke up, Ken walked next to me and without asking, I brought my
arm up around his waist from the back.  I pulled him toward me and we
strolled to our tent in the darkness.  My hand slipped down into that space
in his jeans and was soon feeling his hard ass cheeks.  He turned to me and
said, "I owe you ...."  and didn't have to finish the sentence.  I knew
what he meant.  We climbed up on the platform and into our tent.  We
grabbed our towel and toilet articles and headed for a nice warm shower and
then back for clean clothing.  The real luxury here was a washer and a
dryer.  Everyone joined in adding to the washer load of jeans, undies, and
socks.  I had told my crew to carry a knit bag and toss all the loose item
in it.  That way their clothing wouldn't get mixed with the others.  It
worked out perfectly.

We entered the showers while our crews were finishing up and exiting.  I
pointed out the ribbons of dirt going toward the drain.  The gang had
picked that up and been walking with it for three days.  Finally, Ken and I
were left alone in the showers.  We soaped each other down, and rinsed and
luxuriated in the warm water.  Ken started caressing, and fondling.  We
were both showing sizeable boners.  I started quivering, that pounding in
my temples, and I desperately wanted to go to my knees in front of Ken and
suck on his now erect 8 inches.  He hugged me, smiling, rubbing my chest
and ass cheeks with his strong broad hands.  He grinned at me and asked,
"Am I going to get some candy tonight, you are good enough to eat!"

We dashed back to our tent. Ken had me lay out and was on top of me in an
instant.  His boner laid next to mine, pressed between us.  Our precum was
providing the needed lubrication as Ken humped on me and I squirmed below
him.  His mouth was on mine and he was licking my lips and twisting his wet
tongue around mine.  One of his hands found a very sensitive nipple and he
expertly plucked it and made it hard.  My hands were pulling his ass cheeks
wide and I was desperately trying to work my finger into his pink pucker.

He was sucking on my neck and licking under my chin and down the middle of
my pecs.  I was just lying there enjoying the feeling of pleasure.  He
played me like a fine violin and I was making wonderful sounds and
responding to his touch.  He stopped for a second to whisper softly in my
ear, "I want you to fuck my ass tonight.  I want to feel your cock deep
inside me, and I want you to cream my innards.  I so want to show you how
much I love you."  He continued his kissing and licking.  My eyes opened
and my brain went into overtime.  The meaning of his words sunk home.  He
expected me to do to him what he had done to Chas in the valley.

"Mmmm, Ken, wait, please look at me."  I grabbed his head with my hands and
pulled him up to my face.  Looking at him I asked him to repeat what he had
said.  He simply stated, "I want you to put your cock up my asshole and
plant your seed deep in my guts."

"I don't know if I can do that, I mean, I've never done that before, what
do I do first, shit, I don't even know if I'm capable of it!"  I was
becoming panicky, my pulse speeded up and my breathing quickened.

"Oh, babe, don't go all mushy on me.  Its just one guy plowing another and
giving him a lot of pleasure in the balance.  Let me tell you that you are
perfectly equipped to function that way.  If it will make you feel better,
I'll guide you through it, but I'll bet you'll go on autopilot after a few
minutes.  You instinctively know what to do, it's in your genes."  Ken
began to slide off my body to one side, his hands caressing my side and
hip.  He had a worried look on his face.

His head came forward, seeking a kiss from me.  I parted my lips to receive
his and the tip of his tongue softly licked between my parted lips.  I
started moaning my pleasure at the wonderful tickling sensation, and he
thrust his tongue into my mouth.  Without thinking I sucked it deep and it
was his turn to whimper his pleasure.  His hands were softly caressing my
chest and hips.  I was rubbing my hands over his body.  It felt good.  He
rolled onto his back, pulling me with him so that I was on top.  He brought
his knees up toward his chest.  I was nestled between those wonderful
muscular thighs and our scrotums were mashed together.

"Kiss my throat, lick my nipples, go down on me, lick around my balls, just
make love to me.  Do what you think and know feels good.  Be my lover, show
me that you want me and care enough to get me off."  Ken's hands on my
shoulders gently pushed me downward.

I moved back and finally just knelt between his knees.  I nipped his hard
nipples, sucked them into my warm mouth, then moved down to his navel.  I
licked the indention, swirled my tongue in the silky hairs and went lower.
I could smell the soap and a strong Masculine odor between his legs.  I
lifted his testicle, one globe at a time with my tongue.

Shit, I knew it felt good when he sucked mine into his mouth, so I did that
and was rewarded with his loud groan of pleasure, the escape of his breath.
I licked that area between his balls and asshole.  I felt the silky short
hairs against my tongue and then my head dipped lower, or he raised his
hips up and my wide tongue lapped his pucker.  My nose was under his soft
sack, rubbing that soft area under it.  I was going wild with my tongue
lapping and pushing against his pucker.  He was moaning and groaning and
telling me how wonderful it felt, encouraging me to go farther, to do more.

Lust had taken control of me.  I raised my head, my hands slipping upward
to grab his ankles and my knees moved forward brining my extended swollen
cock to his puckered and grasping rose bud.  My glans head was leaking
profuse amounts of pre cum and I moved it all over his pink opening.  I
brought the swollen head to his opening and leaned forward between his
legs, moving his ankles toward his head.  I was amazed when I entered his
ass, the sphincter muscle giving way, then snapping around my shaft and the
silky smooth warm inner flesh caressed me.  I slid deep, fully engaged.  I
was panting, breathing in measured gasps.

"That's it, babe!  You're fully seated, now slowly pull out and bang me
some good ones.  I want to feel your thighs slap my ass hard.  It feels so
fucking good, you're so large and I feel so full.  Fuck me, Larry, show me
you love me, thrust hard."  I felt his ass muscles contract and squeeze my
prick.

I pulled out, then slapped hard against his ass.  It felt so good to have
my cock gripped and squeezed by his innards.  I looked down and watched my
cock disappear into his ass right up to my pubic hair, then I'd pull back
and see the juice glistening on my swollen love pole.  It was wonderful.
It went on for a long time.  I was grunting and my mind was echoing, go,
go, go, go and a growl started deep in my throat, grew louder as I thrust
hard and deep and felt my seed pulse out of my cock and deep into Ken's hot
guts.

Ken was panting and whimpering as I collapsed over him.  I felt his cock
pulsing as he also came in a climax of sperm shot between our two naked
bodies.  My head was beside his and our ears were pressed together, I felt
the blood pulsing.  I, too, was breathing in huge gulps of air, and sobbing
in relief.  Ken's arms gripped my back as he held me tight, his legs locked
over my back and buttocks.  I couldn't move.  I didn't want to move, I just
wanted to feel his warm body against mine.

As I calmed down and recovered, my brain started functioning.  My thoughts
were that I had done the forbidden, I had fucked my best friend, planted my
seed in his body, violated his most sacred place.  Was it lust or was it
love?  Would I burn in hell?  Would he respect me, would I respect myself?

Ken must have known I was doubting my actions.  He turned his head and his
lips were caressing my ear and neck.  He was telling me how wonderful I
was, how I had made him feel like he was on top of the world, it was a
wonderful orgasm, how pleased he was that we had climaxed together, that
now we were a part of each other, signed, sealed, and delivered.  I had
raised up off his chest and was looking down at his handsome face, his eyes
were full of tears and his lips were swollen from our rough kissing.  My
head bent down and I softly brushed my lips on his.  I again raised myself
off his chest, and his hands slid from my back to grasp each bicep.  He
kept his legs locked around my thighs so that I could not roll off him.

"Well, you big fucker, you did me good!  How did you like taking a big stud
like me? I felt every spurt that came out of your cock inside me.  It was a
wonderful feeling. I am so proud of you, so glad that I gave up myself to
you.  Can you feel my ass muscles milking your cock dry?  Don't you love
that feeling?  Gad, it was so, so good.  We have to do this again, after we
have rested."  Ken kissed me again.

"You two put on a real show!"  I felt the cold chill run through my body.
My blood stopped flowing through my veins.  Panic gripped me as I realized
someone else was in the tent with us.  I turned and saw Chas squatting just
inside the tent flaps.  He was naked with his large cock pointed outward
fully engorged.  He was grinning from ear to ear.  Ken's legs flopped down
releasing me.  I sat up and looked at Chas.

"You shithead, you scared the hell out of me!"  I sat back on Ken's knees,
my soft prick between my bent thighs.  "Didn't your mother tell you it
wasn't nice to interrupt people?"

"Yeah, but you two were so hot!  You didn't hear me scratch on the tent
flap and from the noise I knew what you were doing.  Well, I just had to
see the action.  You two were so cool, like two engines meshed together.
Your bodies were flexing and straining, it was so beautiful my cock creamed
without my touching it.  Look, my cum is all over Ken's bag."  Chas crawled
into the tent and laid next to us.  His hand was fondling his swollen hard
cock, slowly stroking up and down the well-lubricated shaft.

I got up off Ken, and he sat up.  He wiped up some sperm off his stomach
and offered it to Chas.  Chas looked, smiled and licked Ken's hand.  "Chas,
Larry's cock needs a clean up, you want to do the honors?"

"Shit yes, I love his creamy jizm."  With that said he bent forward,
lowered his head to my cock and sucked it in.  I felt his tongue swirl over
my sensitive glans and doubled up over his head.  I slapped him hard on the
shoulder letting him know I was sensitive.  He just moaned, stopped sucking
and started to lick up and down my soft prick.  He lapped around the base
and licked my balls clean.  I looked across his back and saw that Ken's
hand had made its way to Chas' ass crack and was massaging the cheeks.  He
fondled Chas' hanging ball sack and pulled downward.  Chas moaned around my
cock, and lifted his head.

Ken scooted around until he was behind Chas's ass.  He lined up his cock to
Chas's pink ass pucker, his hands on Chas' hips.  He pulled Chas' ass
toward his swollen cock and then I watched as he thrust into Chas.  Chas
uttered a long satisfied moan.  "Oh, that do feel so good, fuck me Ken, do
it buddy, fuck my tight ass till it's raw!"

Chas rested his forehead on my thighs and Ken plowed his ass hard.  It was
a constant slap of flesh on flesh.  Ken's body flexed, his upper torso bent
back, his hips thrusting forward with his thrusting controlled by his hands
on Chas' hips.  The two were grunting and gasping.  Ken started perspiring,
beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead, rivulets running down his
chest, his body glistening.  The perfect masculine alpha male claiming his
prize.  Two small naked bodies crawled into the tent.

Carl and Matt, two of my charges, took up a place on each side of me, their
warm arms slipped around me and they hugged me close.  My arms
automatically went round their shoulders and slipping down to grasp an ass
cheek in each of my hands.  I rubbed them and they smiled at me.

Matt whispered to me that they had been lying in their tent looking at the
stars when they saw Chas streak naked across the campsite to our tent.
They watched him wait, then enter the tent.  Carl continued with, "We
wanted to know what was going on so we came over and heard the slapping and
grunts.  We knew someone was getting pleasured so we peeked in."  I hugged
them closer as the three of us watched Ken plow Chas.

Ken had shortened his strokes and was speeding up his thrusting.  He bent
over Chas' back and locking his arms around Chas' chest lifted him to a
kneeling position and thrust into his ass deeply.  Chas' swollen man meat
was standing at a 45 degree from his body and as it started to flow like a
volcano, little Matt went forward to slurp the nectar into his hot little
mouth.

Carl uttered, "The little cum hound!" and he went to join Matt cleaning up
Chas' cock and the spunk continued to flow out the piss slit.  Ken gave
Chas' some hard thrusts upward into his ass as he stretched Chas back on
his knees.  Chas was by no means silent and I thought he'd have the rest of
the camp awakened with his animal grunts and moans.

Matt looked at Ken, "Ken will you fuck me?"  Ken was still lost in his fuck
haze.  His eyes were still glazed with lust.  He had released Chas' and was
coming down.  He knelt behind Chas' on his knees and hands, gasping to
recover his breath.  He looked up, "What are you doing here.  Holy shit,
two of you!"

Carl whispered quickly repeating the story they told me.  Carl continued to
explain that he and Matt had been having sex since they were assigned as
tent mates.  "Yeah, most of the crew have been at it, too.  Matt's a real
pig, he likes it up the ass and he sucks cock like a trooper, so I give him
what he wants and as often as he demands it. Holy shit you guys are really
neat.  Come here Matt, I need your mouth on my cock now!"

Matt scooted over and went down on Carl who just knelt there with a big
smile on his face, like he was saying, I told you so.  Matt's slurping
sounds filled the tent as Ken, Chas, and me looked on.  Ken grinned at me,
and said, "Looks like things are looking up around here, Larry!  We got
some interested jail bait here."

Reality set in.  Two of my fourteen olds were in my tent, bare ass naked
with three 17-year-old naked guys having the time of their lives.  My mind
told me I was dead meat. My ass was headed for jail, possibly be lynched on
the site for exposing my charges to a wonton display of fornication.

Ken must have known how my mind was working.  He quickly instructed Carl
and Matt to knock it off, that we all had to talk.  Chas had sat down his
legs folded in front of him Indian style, his hand idly stroking and
pulling on his deflated member.  Ken was reclining on one hip, his spent
cock hanging wetly down his thigh.  Both Carl and Matt were kneeling
looking at us.

I called them little, because they were younger that Ken and I.  Both boys
were rather well built and sturdy for fourteen olds.  Carl was the more
masculine, having some body hair and dark pubic hair around his groin area.
Matt was muscular, but smoother, not as well defined yet.  His bush was
light brown and just coming in...rather sparse.  The rest of Matt's body
was hairless.  I was attracted to his chest, especially his pink nipples
that were standing hard.

Matt groaned, "Aw you're not going to pull that we're older shit and tell
us we are too young to do it with you guys.  We aren't going to tell
anyone.  Fuck, we don't want any trouble.  I just love to get planked in
the ass, and like to suck cock.  The bigger the cock the more I want to
suck it.  I love sucking cock!"

Carl chimed in with, "Yeah, he's a real natural cocksucker.  He's got some
moves that will send you off to the moon.  I let him do me every night and
whenever he wants during the day.  He has even done some of the other guys
when we were out hiking the other day, it ain't no secret.

I was amazed, "Am I the only one here that doesn't know what's going on?"

"Well, you said you'd lead a sheltered life.  Shit this isn't unusual, ya
know!  We all have been doing it for a long time."  Chas whispered while
looking at me.

Carl chimed in that he'd been pulling his prick since he was eleven and had
felt the urge, then a couple of guys at school showed him some other ways
to get off and he'd been doing it ever since.

Matt whispered that he'd had a wet dream in bed at twelve and his dad
showed him how to masturbate so he wouldn't wet the sheets with cum when he
had wet dreams.  Then he'd told his best buddies and they'd had a circle
jerk and he'd been challenged to suck cock and he did, and found he loved
it.  "I like the feel of that silky skin in my mouth!"

"Yeah, and you're a cum hound too!  Guys, he'll swallow your cum down
without stopping, he's like a Hoover vacuum!  He loves my cock."  Carl
proudly whispered

"Look guys," I said, "the fun is over for tonight, just get back to your
tent and we'll keep this all under our hats. Okay?'

"But I want Ken to fuck my ass!" whined Matt.  Carl slugged him in the arm
and told him to get moving.  Carl turned to me.  "I'll take care of him
Larry, don't worry about it!"  Both boys disappeared.

"Now what the fuck do we do?"  Both Chas and Ken looked at me.

"Larry, don't go into hyper drive over this.  It is normal, not what you
are thinking, nothing wrong has happened.  This is what you have missed
growing up.  This is how boys learn about sex, from us older guys, like we
learned from guys older than us," explained a very nervous Ken.

"Yeah, Larry, what are you upset about?  We could have had a great time
with those two!" griped Chas.

"Chas, you numbskull, we can be in big trouble if the adults hear about
this.  There are laws on the books that can put us both away for a long,
long time.  We're contributing to the delinquency of a minor, er, minors.
We're supposed to be protecting them, keeping them safe from harm.  Oh,
shit, just get the hell out of here, you're both sex maniacs!"  I threw
myself stomach down on my sleeping bag, tears streaming down my face. I was
really, really worried, upset, and the future really scared me.

Ken crawled over to me, his hand rubbing my back and ass cheeks.  "Larry, I
know you are very upset, but nothing has happened.  Those kids are just as
normal as we are, they need to get relief from sexual tension...remember
the testosterone thing?  They told you they had been fucking around since
the start of the trip.  No one is holding you responsible for not taking
care of them.  Shit, you're like a big brother to them.  I know they all
respect and look up to you for guidance, cause they have told me.  Believe
me, if you wanted their ass, they'd willing give it up to you."  He started
to lay on the sleeping bag next to me.

"Hey, Chas, we'll see ya in the morning, Okay?"  Ken nudged me to get into
the sleeping bag, and he got in behind me.  I turned toward him and he
gently wiped my tears away with his thumbs.  "Big baby" he muttered.  We
laid down and he pulled the top of the bag over us.  I went into a restless
sleep, my mind thinking all sorts of horrible outcomes.  Ken slid his right
arm under my neck, so my head laid on his bicep.  His left arm hugged my
waist as he pulled me into his warm body.

When I awoke, Ken was gone.  I heard the kids fixing breakfast and smelt
the bite of the wood smoke.  I slipped into my socks and shorts, pulled on
a clean t-shirt, and pulled on my boots, checking first for overnight
visitors.  I got out of the tent and made my way to the ramada where Matt
met me with a steaming cup of coffee.

"Here ya go Larry, a nice cup of java."  He was grinning as he asked if I
wanted some cream, saying they only had powdered milk, but if I wanted he
could rustle up some liquid cream for me.

"Yeah, I'll bet you could!" I grinned back and set down on a bench.  Carl
came up and sat down beside me.  He sat silent for a bit, then turned and
looked at me, his hand on my knee.  I felt the warmth run up my thigh.

"Ah, Larry, Matt and I want to apologize for breaking up your little party
last night.  We just thought we could have some fun with you older guys.
Don't worry though, Matt and I got off with each other back in the tent.
So don't feel you're responsible for a case of 'blue balls' or nuttin'.  We
are sorry we barged in without being invited.  It was a bad move on our
part and we are truly sorry."

"It's okay Carl, apology accepted.  I'm okay with it.  Now you have things
to do, so get with it.  We have other things to do today.  Really, I'm
fine, the coffee is a great touch!' and I smiled at him as he looked at me
under his bushy brows doing the classic 'kicking a clod of dirty bit' and I
grinned at his coy posing.  He immediately went to Matt, with a loud,
"Alright!"  slapping Matt on the back.  I looked around the campsite for
Ken.  He was just coming up from the river with a towel around his neck,
dressed in the usual shorts and boots.

He greeted me with a, "Hi studs.  You okay this morning?"

"Yes, I'm okay.  The guys fixed me up with coffee as soon as I sat down.
Carl came over and apologized for barging in last night and spoiling our
fun.  It looks like they have gone all out fixing breakfast.  They even
made me oatmeal with raisins and brown sugar!  Hey, maybe we should let
them barge in every night!"

Ken laughed.  "No, they are just expressing how sorry they are for not
being invited.  You might want to do that today, that is invite them to our
tent tonight."  He was grinning and poised to get out of the way fast.
Seeing that I wasn't going to tackle him, he sat down next to me on the
bench.  Matt brought him a plate of scrambled eggs, sausage and biscuits
with pan drippings.  I watched as Ken's eyebrow lifted over his left eye.

Matt was smiling and very proud of himself.  He was squirming from one foot
to the other waiting for Ken to comment.  He finally broke down and spoke,
"I made you a plate of your favorites, I hope you like it."  Ken was
stunned, but mumbled his thanks.

"Looks like I'm getting an apology, too!" and Ken dug into his eggs with
gusto.  "Hey, Matt, where did you get this sausage?  They're delicious!"

"Ah, I was up at the Ranger's place and the Misses asked me if I like some
for my crew."

"That was nice of you, how did you thank her for her kindness?"

"Oh, we just talked for a while.  She liked petting my head and running her
fingers through my hair.  Said she had a boy like me away at school.  She
missed him.  Said I was a lot like him.  She knew boys like sausage," he
giggled at that, "so she wanted to give me some to share with you all."

Ken and I went up to the Ranger's house later that day and split a cord of
firewood for her as a way of thanking her for the sausage.  She said we
didn't have to do that, but she appreciated the gesture and the cord of
wood.  It would save the Ranger some work.  Ken said she also appreciated
seeing our bare chests as we split the wood.

"Well, we have to round up the crews and get provisions restocked today.
I've already checked the burros; they have been well fed and watered.  A
few of your gang was seen feeding them carrots and sugar cubes.  The
wrangler really appreciated their help brushing down the animals and
cleaning up the corral.  I'm sure that will help us with saddling them up
for the trip to Ponil."

I rounded up a few of my teenagers and made them forced labor, hauling
wanagan boxes to the corral in preparation for tomorrow's hike up north.  I
spent the rest of the day going over each boy's program notebooks, making
sure they had all the requirements available at this site signed off on.
At lunch in our ramada, we rehearsed a skit for tonight's campfire.  I told
some of the Catholic guys that the priest would be available tonight after
dinner and would conduct a service tomorrow.  I informed my crew to check
over their equipment and get any needed supplies at the trading post.  I
didn't see Ken till dinnertime.

I saw Matt and Carl walking together.  I caught up with them and mentioned
that Ken had suggested they stop by at our tent for some evening
entertainment.  Ken was a great stargazer and he could point out a few
constellations to them.  Carl laughed saying, "Yeah, we know he made you
see some stars!" and dodged away trotting to the rifle range.  I watched
them go and chuckled to myself, yeah he had shown me some stars alright.  I
went to the crafts ramada to continue working on a belt I was making as a
remembrance of me for Ken.  The day went fast, and it was soon time to
check on the crew preparing the evening meal.


To continue .....as more of my crew get into the action on the way to Ponil
camp.  If you liked this chapter, let me know what you liked about it.  I'd
loved to read your comments - Larry


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