Date: Wed, 8 Oct 2003 22:07:12 EDT
From: Bgerrypb@aol.com
Subject: Canoe Trip on the Saco

Chapter 1: Canoe Trip

 We headed for the canoe with a rubber bumper on each side. I guess it just
looked cool to us.  The scout master said to choose one and load our gear in it
just the way they showed us during day camp.  That is where I met Danny. He
and I were buddies during the first week of camp.  We were really just there
for half a day each day. But they still called it camp. But we learned all the
stuff we needed to go on the week long canoe trip. So here we were again. Danny
and I were partners again.
 Danny was my age, 13, and he had red hair that looked like he painted it. He
always wore a ton of gel in it to make it look like the ends of an old paint
brush. He was about my height, maybe a little taller, and he was built about
the same as me too. We were both pretty skinny, but at least we didn't lose our
shorts like one kid when he dove in the lake during the swim test. This one
kid, James, lost his shorts right off. He went down, but his shorts never broke
the water line.  I don't think he'll ever forget to tie the string again. He
came up screaming. His shorts floated behind him, then they started to sink.
When he went down for them, his shiny white butt flashed everyone. When James
got out of the water, the color of his face matched Danny's hair.
 Like I said, Danny and I grabbed the padded canoe and tied our equipment in
the middle.  We each got a life preserver and a paddle and headed for the
formation. That is like a line but everyone faces to the side for the scout master
to talk to us. He went on and on about being safe, no splashing, no fighting,
no leaning, no...No...No... The rest was a blur. After eternity passed, we
pushed out and down the river we went. We would be on the river with no parents
for five days, except for the scoutmaster and two leaders. They really didn't
count because they didn't harass me like my parents did. So it was going to be
a great week. I started the trip n the back. We got to paddling out and I
noticed Danny's muscles flexing and disappearing into his back. It was cool. His
shoulder blades looked like they were trying to escape his body. I wondered if
my back looked like that when I paddled.
 After about 20 minutes, the river picked up and we hardly had to paddle at
all to move right along. There were nine boys and three adults on the trip.
None of the adults were our dads for the first time. The scout master was a
college guy from University of New Hampshire. The other two were guys he recruited
to help with summer events when they didn't have classes.
 We were able to glide along and rest for a bit. I had to admit I was getting
tired of paddling. I leaned back and rested on the stern of the canoe. The
preserver was like a big pillow. The sun was warm on my chest. I felt the sun on
my shorts as well and my crotched warmed right up. I felt a stir down there
and my cock started feeling very warm in the sun. I didn't care. No one would
notice if it grew a bit. And it did. I stretched it and poked it to the side of
my shorts. I felt around to the edge of my shorts and my cock was slowly
growing right out the side. I sat up again, but it was too late, my cock had broke
free of the inner liner and poked right out the bottom of my shorts. Sitting
up hid it though. I looked to the front, and Danny was looking back at me.
 "Having a problem back there?" he asked.
 "No, everything's in control," I replied. He laughed and started paddling
again. I wasn't sure what he saw, but it wouldn't have been much.
 We were in the trail of the 6 canoes on the trip. One of the leaders, Jack,
called to us to pick up the pace. I began paddling again. After a short lunch
break we headed out again. The afternoon was slow and boring really.

Chapter 2: Pulling in for the Night

 We stopped about 4 pm to set up camp. We each had duties to get the site
ready. I was on wood collection duty and gathered a bunch of twigs to get the
fire started. Danny had to help set up the tents. When I got back from carrying
the first load of sticks, I saw they set up the tents in a circle of sorts,
kind of like an arc around the fire, but they were about ten yards from the fire
pit. A couple other guys were arranging a couple of pots and pans and some
food. The scout master told us some of the moms would bring us more food tomorrow
and a couple days later too.
 Once things were set up, we went swimming while the leaders got the food
ready. Since we were only about 25 yards from the water, they could see us from
where they were set up to cook. We stripped off our shoes and headed for the
river. The water was cool but it felt great. July is a great month to swim in
Maine. The Saco River was a favorite since it wasn't to far to get to. We went
flying in to the water. Roughhousing was our specialty.  Before long arms and
legs and fingers pried every part of each others bodies. Jabs and pokes and
grabs and pushes. We were a mangled nest of boy. Before long some of the boys got
a bit feisty.  The first pair of shorts to fly through the air without any
boy in them began a mad frenzy of screams and new craziness.  Instead of pokes,
only grabs. Grabs for shorts.  The now naked boy reached for another and came
up with his prize.  A bright pair of empty yellow shorts. Then a green pair
sailed to the shore line.  Naked butts became the norm. I was still dressed but
I knew it wouldn't be long now.  Hands were all over me. I searched for shore,
but my legs were pulled out from under me. And down they went. My shorts were
gone.  I felt a skin on my butt. Then fingers nearly found my crack. The
scratch-grope of fingers near my balls threw my cock into a handstand.  I passed
over another boy and my cock rubbed across his back.  He grabbed upward and
catch my leg.  He pulled me down and i felt his naked chest against my back then
his cock against my back.  He was naked too. His hard cock poked my ear and I
launched upward off the bottom of the river and twirled around him.  We were
face to face.  I met Danny's eyes and our cocks kissed.  We poked each other's
balls with our hardness. We smiled and pushed away from each other to find the
last of the clothed scouts.  Before long, there were no shorts to be found
anywhere in the water, only boys' flesh rubbing and clinging and pulling.  At
one point someone grabbed me in a big bear hug from behind.  The boy's connected
cock shoved right into the gap between my legs and poked by ball sack.  The
cock was long enough to reach right out the front of my legs.  The head pushed
at my balls and seemed to throb.  I froze.  I had no idea who could be
sporting such a large cock.  I dared give a squeeze with my legs and the cock seemed
to only grow.  The arms around me were strong. I couldn't struggle free, and I
am not sure I wanted to anyway.  Then I was thrown to the side and went
flailing into the river.  When I came up again, I couldn't figure out who had me in
his clutches.  No one was looking back at me.  I most certainly wanted to
find out who had me in his arms and who had the beautifully enlarged cock.
 After wringing ourselves out in the river, boys slowly disappeared out of
the river to gather their shorts.  My cock felt numb from being so hard for so
long. Once we were out of the water no one talked about what had just happened.
 I could hardly believe it.  I wanted to talk about it. I wanted to scream
out. But no one even seemed to look at each other.  Once shorts were donned,
boys headed back to the camp site.  The adults didn't say anything either.  It
was weird.  I felt like I was in a daze.  What had just happened?

Chapter 3: After Dinner Snack

 Dinner went quick. Things were still a blur. I wasn't sure if I was awake or
asleep.  Would I wake soon?
 I cleaned off my plate and rinsed it.  I droned over to my tent to lay down.
I closed my eyes and immediately begun to relive the last hour.  I felt the
clinging body next to mine once again.  I felt my erection slipping over boy
flesh. I felt the hands around my chest.  The feel of a huge cock pressing into
my balls. I felt the tingle in my cock. The pressure of pressed flesh. This
time I wasn't thrown into the river. Instead I felt the enlarged cock slip back
away from me. But the arms didn't release me; they didn't throw me. Instead
this time I felt the cock reemerge and push into me.  It hurt, but it didn't. I
felt my ass widen to accommodate the engorged man-cock.  Slow pushes seated
the cock well into me.  My own member was pulsing with every nudge of cock into
me. I wanted it to stop, but at the same time I could bring myself to open my
eyes.  I felt the tight grasp around me. The hands didn't move at all. My ass
was full. The cock began to pump slowly in and out of me.  I was crying now in
pain, but not pain. The water pumped around us as my captor fucked me slowly.
I couldn't see anything.  No naked boys flesh touched me except for the body
pressed against me from behind, surrounding me, inside me.  The motion was
soothing. Like being in a jacuzzi. Like being on a swing. All at the same time. I
swooned. My head light. My ass ached. My balls electrified. My cock pulsing.
My heart racing.
 The tent was ripped open as I came. I was lying in the tent on my back. In a
rush of bodies, my tent mates jumped in. I quickly flipped on my stomach with
a squish of cum beneath me.  My cock ached. Cum continued to flow.  I was
buried in boy as my friends pounced on me.  I played like I was dead, but they
knew I was not.  Danny sat up next to me and asked why I had turned in for the
night. I told him I had just laid down for a while.  He asked what I was making
all the commotion about. But I played dumb.  I must have been moaning or
something as I lived out the dream that led to my current predicament. I felt cum
oozing around in my pants.  He asked if I was coming out to join the guys for
smores. I said sure. He left the tent with Robby.  I turned over to find cum
had completely covered my shorts. I changed quickly and slipped out of the
tent.
 Every boy likes smores. We were no different. I must have eaten about a
dozen myself.  When we were out of the marshmallows I felt like I was going to
barf. Next time I'd have to stop sooner. Ever since Robby left me tent he kept
looking at me real weird. I wondered how long they had been looking into the
tent before they crashed in.  Sounds familiar, eh, kind of like when I wondered
how long Danny had been looking back earlier in the canoe.  Man, I need to be
more careful.
 After our evening snack, the scoutmaster told a few ghost stories that we
had heard a million times now. Eric, one of the other older scouts, was the
first to head to the tents.  Right after is exit the group disappeared into the
night.  Danny, Robby and I headed to the tent.  He was going to stay with us in
our tent.  He said his canoe buddy and him were pissed off at each other.
Something about splashing earlier in the canoe. Funny I hadn't noticed anyone
fighting or arguing at all. But that was cool with me. But I wished Robby would
stop looking at me all weird. It was still quite warm out so we just lay on our
sleeping bags looking up at the tent roof.  We were talking about the days
events, the paddling anyway. Then we talked about dinner. We skipped right over
the river play that occurred.  I really began to wonder if it had been real at
all. Why was it left out?  I wasn't about to be the only one to mention it.
Maybe it had been one of my bizarre dreams. But how could it have been?

Chapter 4: Restless Night

 We continued to talk about tomorrows events.  How it would be nice to swim
around after canoeing in the afternoon.  But again I expected some mention of
the naked wildness that brought me to orgasm thinking about it. But the topic
remained unspoken.  I was drifting to thoughts of the event.  I felt my cock
tingle.  I flipped onto my stomach as I did earlier to hide my erection if it
decided to rise. Then Danny asked, "didn't you have yellow shorts on earlier?"
 "No, I had on red," I replied before I even thought about it.  I had blue
shorts on now.
 "Why you have blue ones on now?"
 I had to say something quick, "they were still wet from swimming earlier." I
expected him to say something, but he just looked at me weird, kind of like
Robby had earlier.  He turned to watching the tent roof again. I felt like I
was in the twilight zone.  Had I been swimming earlier? I must have, my red
shorts were wet during dinner. I came in them and changed into the blue shorts
before heading out for the smores.
 Robby changed to topic and asked if one of us would switch canoe partners
with him.  He was tired of James whining about being splashed when he paddled.
I still could picture James white ass and red face. Neither of us wanted to
hang with James.
 I began to doze as the chatter lessened.  I was feeling quite comfortable
after the long day of canoeing and swimming, if we indeed had been swimming. I
thought about the swimming again. I concentrated on the details to try to
figure out if it had been real or not. I could remember everything like it was
happening all over again.  The shorts flailing into the air. Cock on boy. Boy
grabbing legs. Chest pressed to back.  I never dreamed anything like that before.
It had to be real. Then why didn't anyone want to talk about it? Why did it
seem like nothing happened?
 I was confused. But I wanted to find my way back into the river it had been
a dream.  I wanted to live it again and again. I could nearly hear the
splashing around as I wandered into a dreamy state. I could feel the brush of flesh
against my own. My cock swirling in the river. Hands groping again. Grabbing,
sliding, slipping, grabbing again. Hands, chests, backs, smooth, warm. The
river washed away any sense of stillness. Constant motion of the river caressed
when flesh did not. I was there again. Back in the river. Massive arms enveloped
my body again. A cock shot into my thighs. Pushed into my sack. Passed
through my legs and poked out enough for me to pinch it.  As quickly as it appeared
it was drawn back. And it slammed into me. Not slowly like before. But for
some reason this time I was prepared and pushed back into it. In one swoop it
dove into me. The full length of the shaft burrowed down. I pushed back like I
would empty myself, but instead I was filled with the enlarged cock. It felt so
real. It hurt more than the last time. My own cock dwindled this time. I cried
out. I feel of the river seemed to calm me. The water rushing around me,
around us. The armed clung to me. This time they gripped hard. The fingers pressed
into my abdomen. Then they pinched my nipples. My cock shot out again
stretching itself toward the current, meeting it. My ass burned with delight. In and
out. Faster and faster. I was nearly numb when my cock exploded. I felt warm
all over. Something splashed on my back. I came again and again. My ass filled
and gurgled. I felt hands on my back and sides. More than two hands. Three and
four. Cum shot out my ass as the cock continued to pummel me. Cum shot onto
my back, my neck, my hair. I couldn't understand what had happened. Where was
the river? Where were the hands that grasped me so tightly? The cock had
shrunk, but continued to press into me. Cum swirled under finger tips up my back,
around my sides, into my hair. My face buried into a pillow. I couldn't see
anything. I was being pushed down into the sleeping bag. My ass ached.


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