Date: Mon, 20 Aug 2001 08:33:30 -0400
From: polarbearbait@canoemail.com
Subject: Teenstuds in the Canadian Wilderness 1

The following story is fiction and contains explicit descriptions of
homosexual love-making between consenting men 18-years-old and over, a half
hour later in Newfoundland. All characters are fictitious and bear no
relation to actual persons living, dead, or sitting in the House of
Commons. If reading this is likely to offend you or your reading of this
will contravene a federal, provincial, state or local law or bylaw, or if
you are under legal age in your jurisdiction, then you are directed to
delete this now.

The guys in this story live in a fictional world where there is no AIDS and
no sexually-transmitted diseases, so they don't use condoms. We don't live
in such a world. Anyone not using condoms today is an idiot, especially
those who think that they can avoid AIDS by sleeping only with young
guys. Anyone can be carrying the virus. Always practice safe hot sex.

Teenstuds in the Canadian Wilderness Part 1: Camp Pine Lake by
polarbearbait@canoemail.com, August 2001

Chris was the last to arrive in the log cabin that the four teens would be
using over the next few days as they got to know each other. They would be
spending the time planning activities for the campers who would be arriving
at the small boys camp in Muskoka. As the other boys introduced themselves,
Chris knew he would have a difficult summer. Still coming to terms with his
feelings for men, the 18-year-old saw immediate difficulties when he looked
over Joey, Jean-Guy and Jon.

Joey was the smallest of the group, standing only 5'6" even at 18 years of
age, he was a tasty little package with rich red-brown skin showing off his
Cree Indian heritage. Chris wanted to run his fingers through the silky
blue-black hair that Joey had pulled back into a pony-tail, and dive into
the deep brown pools of his pupils.

Jean-Guy was another matter. Chris wanted to rest his tired head on the
massive chest of the big French-Canadian hockey player. Standing tall at
6'2", with dark, almost Mediterranean looks, bronzed skin, wavy black hair,
blue eyes and broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, at 19,
Jean-Guy was all man.

But Chris was most drawn to Jon's stunning looks: a strong nose and
jaw-line, full pink lips, piercing green eyes, and wavy shoulder-length
reddish brown hair. Almost six feet tall, with a slim but toned build, Jon
had done some modelling, and was hoping to start a modelling career in
Toronto after this summer. Jon was beautiful, and he knew it. He moved with
self-confidence and a swagger. Chris was worried that Jon would notice him
staring and made a mental note to try to keep his eyes off this handsome
18-year-old.

Not that Chris was ugly. In fact, many girls at the high school he had just
left chased after his slim body, especially since his cute smile, sparkling
blue eyes and soft blond hair reminded them of Nick Carter.

As it was already late evening when the boys arrived, so after unpacking
and putting their things away, the boys began to prepare for bed. Chris
almost came in his shorts when Jean-Guy took off his shirt.

Even Jon, who only had eyes for women, was amazed. "Guy, you are huge. I'm
going to be facing some stiff competition when we go into town on days off
to chase chicks.  I bet the girls are all over you."

Jean-Guy turned to Jon and responded in his thick Quebecois accent, "My
name is not 'Guy', it's 'Jean-Guy'. You pronounce de las' part like 'tree'
not like 'try'. An' I 'ave a girlfrien' back in Trois-Rivieres, so de girls
in town, dey are all yours."

Chris thought, yep, as big as a tree, alright. "Sorry to disappoint you,
Jon, but we don't get days off. The camp's too small to give staff days
off."

"Shit. You're kidding! I can't last the whole summer without getting some
action. I guess it's going to be a whole lot of this, eh?", Jon said
jerking his fist in front of his boxers.

Chris's eyes were drawn to Jon's tight-fitting cotton shorts and widening
when he saw the big bulge behind Jon's fist. Feeling a bulge grow in his
white Stanfield's, Chris jumped into bed and wished everyone a good night,
hoping that no-one had noticed his hard-on.

After the lights had been turned out and it sounded like the other boys had
gone to sleep, Chris slipped out of the cabin and walked quietly down to
the lake and out onto a rocky point that jutted out from the shore. It was
a cool northern Ontario night with a full moon shimmering on the lake and
the cry of a lone loon echoing wistfully down the pine-covered shores.

But Chris did not come here to admire the scenery. Seeing the other boys
undressing, and hearing Jon's randy banter, Chris was rock hard and needed
some relief. Knowing that the lake was entirely surrounded by camp
property, he pulled his t-shirt over his head and dropped it beside him,
then quickly slid his white briefs to his ankles and stepped out of them.

The blond boy was exhilarated by the feel of the cool breeze on his supple,
young skin. He ran his hands over his slim, swimmer's build and through the
downy blond hair in his crotch.  His held his growing teencock in one hand
while playing with his 'nads in the other. He gasped quietly as he began to
stroke his prong gently to its full hardness. He replayed the scene he had
witnessed in the cabin in his ming: Joey's compact tightness, Jean-Guy's
broad chest and powerful arms, and Jon's handsome visage, cocky manner and
the prominent bulge in his tight-fitting boxers.

Chris imagined rubbing his face into those boxers as he stroked his seven
inch boydick, his hormones raging with lustful thoughts of his hunky
cabin-mates. Lubricating his hard-on with his own spit, he stroked his
teencock faster with one hand while stroking the head with the other. Clear
pre-come began to bubble from the tip of his hard tool, making the purple
head shimmer in the moonlight. His breathing starting to get heavy, he
pumped his raging hard-on faster. His hand slipped from his ballsac down
between his legs and poked gently at the pucker nestled between his round,
smooth buttocks.

The blond teen paused his furious stroking for a moment only to spit
another large gob of saliva into his hand and slick up his fuckpole again,
making sure to cover the pink head with a thick coating.  He tickled the
underside of the bobbing cockhead before returning to hard, steady strokes.

His heart pounded, his breathing grew heavy and laboured. The gentle
probing at his rear entry, and the thoughts of the bronzed French-Canadian,
the silky-haired Cree and the handsome model pushed the blond boy over the
edge. He grunted as pearly white boyspunk pulsed up from his young loins,
and jolted out of the throbbing dick. The white jets shot out from his
heaving form onto the surface of the lake below him. The slim young man
continued to stroke his pulsing lovestick, milking the last drops of
teencome out as his heart pounded in his chest.

Chris sat down on the rock to rest.  As his randy teendick began to wilt,
he washed himself in the clean lake water. He knew that once the campers
had arrived, he would not be able to take chances like this. Knowing that
his hunky cabin-mates were sound asleep gave him the confidence to
luxuriate in this self-pleasuring.

He did not know that he was being watched.

Jon had not been asleep when Chris slipped quietly out of the cabin. Jon
heard the rustle of Chris's sleeping bag and the creak of the door, and
wondered where the boy could be going. Curious, and not really sleepy, he
had decided to spy. Jon had slipped his boxers back on and followed Chris
out the door and down to the lake, hiding in some bushes about ten metres
from Chris's rock. He snickered to himself when he realised why Chris had
come down to the lake, and stayed to watch the other boy's solo
performance.

Jon was surprised that he was enjoying the show since he knew himself to be
a completely straight stud who had fucked at least half the attractive
girls in his home town of Mariposa.  Since there weren't any girls around,
he reasoned, this slim, almost pretty blond boy was the most sexual thing
within fifty kilometres, barring any particularly attractive moose.

Needing relief himself, he pulled his soft dick out of his boxers and began
to stroke. Over six inches soft, Jon's fuckstick was a work of art: it
wasn't just his handsome face and beautiful hair that made him so popular
with women, when word of his thick ten-inch hard cock got around, women
threw themselves at him.

The young stud went over his last conquest in Mariposa the night before
leaving for the camp, but found himself getting off on his view of the
naked young man with the raging hard-on shining in the moonlight. He began
to wonder if the pretty youth who had just stroked himself to orgasm by the
lake were one of those boys who gets off on other boys. Jon pictured
himself holding two handfuls of soft blond hair and pumping his massive
cock into the other boy's mouth. For a young stud as horny as Jon, one
mouth, he rationalized, would be as good as another.

Stroking his huge pole with both hands, he quickly brought himself to full
erection. As he usually did, the young stud used his right hand to pump the
throbbing meat, letting his left hand stroke the large head and fondle his
hanging balls. Jon was also pretty horny -- Jon was always horny -- and it
didn't take long for his hard strokes to bring him to orgasm, his big meat
spewing hot come in long ropes into the bushes. Jon bit his lip so that his
moans wouldn't give him away to the young pup on the rock.

Jon knew that jerking off wouldn't keep him satisfied through the two
months he'd be at this boys' camp, but couldn't believe that he'd actually
consider trying to get another guy to take care of his "chick-pleaser".
But Jon knew himself to be a sex addict.  He just couldn't get enough
pussy.  And if the only person available to care of his libido was a
gayboy, maybe Jon would take advantage of the situation.

Seeing Chris start to put on his t-shirt and white Stanfield briefs, Jon
quickly putting his still-hard slab of meat back into his snug boxers and
hurried back to the cabin just ahead of the other boy.

The first chapter sets the scene for the future chapters, so there isn't a
lot of sex here, but please bear with me -- more chapters will be posted
soon and feature a lot more action.

Continued in Part 2: Skinny-dipping

This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. Comments and
constructive criticism would be welcome at polarbearbait@canoemail.com