Date: Fri, 5 Mar 2004 21:10:36 EST
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel - book 7, chapter 4

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The Castaway Hotel-Book 7-by BW (Young-Friends).  Copyright 2003 by billwstories
Chapter 4 - From tourist to campers.              July 2003

We began the next day by going to Jewel Cave, which is the third longest
cave in the world, currently having more than 129 miles of mapped and
surveyed passageways.  However, this is believed to be only a small
percentage of what is actually believed to exist there.  The cave was
discovered in 1900 and in 1908 a Presidential Proclamation established it
as a national monument.

I elected to take the boys on the Lantern Tour, which is a 1930's style
adventure through the caves.  You enter and exit through their historic
entrance and travel over an unpaved trail.  The tour is quite strenuous,
because it is a half mile long, includes steep wooden steps, there is a
great deal of bending and stooping, and the only light provided is that
from the lamps everyone carries.  Due to the fact that they limit these
tours to 20 or fewer people, they decided to take my family alone, with no
outsiders included.

At first, I was worried about Vinnie being able to handle this, so I asked
him about it, and he said he wanted to try.  He asked in Jake or I could
carry him on the steps, which I said shouldn't be a problem, and he thought
he might not have trouble with the bending and stooping, due to the fact he
was on the short side.  He said if worse came to worse, he'd crawl through
some of those areas, if he had to.  Seeing he was so determined to try, I
went ahead with our plans.

The tour took just under two hours to complete, and was quite interesting.
>From past experiences, I had the boys take jackets with them, for which
many were grateful, as there was a constant temperature of forty-nine
degrees in the caves.  I would recommend that no one with claustrophobia
ever take this tour, as it often seemed very confined and restrictive.

After we finished up there, we went to see the Crazy Horse Memorial.  This
work is still in progress, but you can see the model of what the finished
product will look like.  The work was begun in 1948, by sculptor Korczak
Ziolkowski, who died in 1982, but his wife and family are continuing the
project.  We did a whirlwind visit of this site, as we had one more stop to
go, but the boys still found it very interesting.

After leaving the Crazy Horse site, our bus drove us to Mt. Rushmore, for
our final stop of the day.  Although everyone knows the site of the
presidents' heads carved into the side of the mountain, what they may not
know is it took about fourteen years to complete.  Gutzon Borglum and four
hundred workers sculpted the sixty-foot busts of Presidents George
Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Theodore Roosevelt, and Abraham Lincoln.
They were selected to represent the first one hundred and fifty years of
American history, though many may not understand why.  Washington was
selected because he was the father of our country and represented the
struggle for independence.  Jefferson was honored as the author of the
Declaration of Independence and for the expansion of the new nation,
through his Louisiana Purchase.  Teddy Roosevelt was selected because he
saw through the completion of the Panama Canal, which linked the Atlantic
and Pacific Oceans, making travel from one coast of the country to the
other more accessible.  Lincoln was selected for preserving the union and
for expanding the ideals of freedom and equality for all.

After looking at Mt. Rushmore from a distance, we decided to take the
half-mile or so Presidential Trail.  This is a combination walking trail
and boardwalk, which provides a spectacular and unique close-up view of the
various sculptures, as seen from below.  Using a pair of binoculars, it
seemed as if you were standing right below each of those enormous heads,
looking up their nostrils.  At the end of the trail was located the
Sculptor's Studio, which contains unique plaster models and tools relating
to the sculpting process.  Again, this was an interesting stop and
something you really have to see in person to appreciate fully.  Once we
finished there, we got back on the bus and rode to Rapid City, where we
planned to spend the night.

We didn't do all that much that evening, mainly watched some movies on the
televisions in our motel rooms, but no one seemed to mind.  I knew we'd
have a long day on the road the next day, so I decided to let the boys
unwind first by taking them to the Flags and Wheels Amusement Park.  I
thought this would be a good place to go, because they had things geared to
the older boys too, not just for the younger ones.  They featured sprint
car racing here, which are like go-carts on steroids, but you needed a
driver's license to race one of those.  They also had less souped up
go-carts and bumper boats for the non-drivers, but they also offered
batting cages and paint ball fighting.

Once everyone had raced as much as they wanted, or used the batting cages,
we organized a massive paint ball war for just our family.  I had made sure
everyone wore old clothes today, just for this reason, and soon we were
divided into two teams and waging war on each other.  Jake and I even
played on opposite sides, and then we split the boys by age groups, also
pitting lovers against one another.  It was a blast and I think everyone
had a great time.  We actually did this twice, so those who were put out
early in the first war would have a chance to do better on the second go
around.  By the time we were done, the boys were exhausted, but not nearly
as much as Jake and me, and we were all ready for the long ride to Sioux
Falls.  We cleaned up as best we could before boarding the bus, and then we
kicked back, listened to music playing on the bus' radio, read, or napped
along the way.

It was getting late by the time we reached Sioux Falls, so we checked into
our rooms, cleaned up as quickly as we could, and then went out to dinner.
The boys were fairly subdued this evening, but not enough to prevent them
from trying to evoke reactions from the other diners, by making sure
everyone knew we were a family unit.  This sometimes got uncomfortable for
us, as even casual observers pick up on the fact that there are two dads
with this group, and not a mother and father, but thankfully the majority
of the people did not let this bother them or create a problem.  In fact,
many would go out of their way to stop by our table and ask about how we
came together, or comment about how they enjoyed seeing us all interacting
so well and having a good time, without the boys becoming rowdy or
rambunctious.  I usually told those people they were welcome to visit us at
our home anytime, if they wanted to witness the boys in action in their
natural habitat, but no one ever accepted my invitation.  However, Jake and
I were both told that it was wonderful what we were doing, raising all the
boys, and that it was apparent we were having a very positive influence on
our sons.

The next morning we got up early, had a large breakfast, and then got ready
for another long ride, but this time to Minneapolis.  I had told the boys
that we were going to see a ballgame there, at the Hubert H. Humphrey
Metrodome, between the Minnesota Twins and the Oakland Athletics.  It was a
night game, so we had plenty of time, but I suggested we stop for a late
lunch and eat heartily at that time, and then we'd just have some hot dogs
and other things at the park, later.  They seemed to like that idea, which
made the long ride seem to go a little easier.

We checked into our hotel before going to the game, to make sure we got
settled in, as we knew we'd be staying here two nights.  We also managed to
get to the park early, so we could walk around and check it out first, but
we also wanted to watch batting practice.  The boys wanted to see if they
could get any autographs, from players on both teams, so I let them roam
about in small groups.  Everyone returned to his seat before the National
Anthem was played, and then we settled in to watch the game.  It didn't
take long for the vendors to acknowledge us, once word got out how many hot
dogs, sodas, popcorn, and other items we'd purchase at one time, so no one
was about to go hungry.  The boys consumed a large variety of items, as
they enjoyed the action, although the game was not very close.  The biggest
redeeming value was that it was a high scoring game, so there was plenty of
action and some tremendous offensive action.

When the game was over, we went back to our rooms, but not before I
informed the boys we'd be spending the next day at the Mall of America,
where we'd do a little back-to-school shopping.  Most of the boys seemed to
really like that idea, so it wasn't hard to get them to go to bed quickly
or up the following morning.  My biggest challenge was keeping them from
just heading off on their own, as they were quite excited about seeing the
mall and doing some shopping.

The Mall of America was huge, built on the 78-acre site of the old
Metropolitan Stadium, which used to be home to both the Twins and the
Vikings.  It opened in August of 1992 and has over 500 stores, but we tried
to stay together as much as possible.  We let the boys suggest which stores
we'd check out, as we made our rounds, and then we'd go in and see what
that store had to offer.  Before we were even halfway through the mall, we
were already becoming loaded down with packages, but the boys weren't
complaining about having to carry them all, so we kept going.  However,
when we stopped for lunch at the food court, we ran into our driver and
talked him into letting us take our bags out and locking them in the bus
with our other belongings.

After locking everything away, we went back inside and got something to
eat, and once we were full, we set about to finish our shopping.  I was
just about dragging, by the time we were done, so we made our way back to
the hotel and rested for a bit, before we clean up and went out to eat.  It
was a nice meal, but it was also the last we would share with Mark and
Frankie for a couple of weeks.  Mark had to go home and return to work, and
Frankie decided to go back and continue his job search, as he really wanted
to land a position in law enforcement.  After we finished, we all ordered
special desserts, and I even allowed the older boys to have an after dinner
drink with it, before we went back to our rooms and turned in for the
evening.

The next morning after breakfast, we took Mark and Frankie to the airport
to catch their flight, and then the rest of us headed northeast, toward a
little place named Ely, Minnesota.  We were leaving from there to begin a
two-week camping and canoeing trip thru some of the surrounding lakes, and
we would go up as far as the Canadian border.  It was mid-afternoon when we
finally arrived at the outfitter's base, and they had everything ready for
us.  We merely unloaded the backpacks and the camping gear we had brought
with us, before we began dividing up all the gear.  Some of the boys would
carry one of the backpacks we brought with us, as each pair of boys put all
their clothing and other necessities into a single backpack, while everyone
else would carry things we picked up here.  The outfitters had the food and
tents already stored in several other backpacks, with the sleeping bags
fastened to them, and we quickly assigned these items to those not already
carrying the clothes.  We tried to make sure we distributed everything
equitably, so the bigger boys carried the larger and heavier gear, and then
our outfitter lead us to the six canoes we were going to use on this trip.
They also gave me a map, placed in a waterproof case, and they quickly
showed us the route they had planned for us follow.  They then went on to
explain how far we should go each day, so we'd be back on time, and then
they gave us a few other essentials, such as wooden matches to start our
fires with.  These were put in the waterproof case with the map, to keep
them dry for when they would be needed.

After some general instruction about what to watch out for and other things
we would need to know, we were given a quick demonstration on the
appropriate way for one-man or two-men to carry a canoe over a portage.  A
portage is when you had to travel overland, to get around areas where the
water wasn't deep enough for a fully loaded canoe to travel or when you
were moving from one water-source to another.  We were told we'd be
navigating many of these, ranging from thirty yards to over 300 yards in
length, which brought groans from my poor, abused family.  I told them to
'suck it up,' because we had to get moving, and we put the canoes in the
water and shoved off to start our adventure, with two to three of us in
each canoe.

Due to the fact we were getting a late start today, which the outfitters
had taken into account when planning our route, the first campsite wasn't
very far away.  This short outing would give us a chance to cross a small
portage, practice setting up camp, and let us fix our first meal in the out
of doors, in preparation for the more difficult legs of the trip.
Protectively and instinctively, I kept a close eye on Vinnie, wondering how
he'd handle the portage, but with Kevin's help and using his crutches, he
managed to do just fine.  Even though his determination and ability to
adjust still continues to impress and amaze me, I'm glad that he is like
that and doesn't let his handicap overcome him.

When we reached the small island on which we were going to spend the night,
we were all thankful this hadn't been a full day's journey.  By that time
we were all beginning to feel some muscles we hadn't used in a while, while
many of our hands were a little tender from using the paddles to propel the
canoes, and the weight of the gear and canoes had taken it's toll on our
endurance levels.  Even the boys who thought they were in fairly good shape
were showing signs of dragging, so we took a quick breather before we set
up the tents and began dinner.

By the time our sleeping quarters were ready and we had finished eating,
everyone was ready to call it a day.  I asked who wanted to go out and fish
for breakfast with me the next morning and I wasn't surprised to see I only
had a couple of boys take me up on my offer, as the other's preferred to
sleep in.  I informed them I'd wake them between 5 and 5:30, as I would set
my watch so we could get up when the fish were biting, but we'd only take
out two canoes.  I'd be in one, with Jake in the other, and the boys could
split up between them.

When the alarm went off the next morning, I first made sure Jake was
getting up and then I went to wake the boys who said they wanted to go with
us.  We gathered our gear, set out in the two canoes, and we fished for
almost two hours before we went back in to shore.  We had a few fish we'd
kept, and Jake said he'd clean them for us, so we could add them to our
breakfast menu.  While he was doing that, I started the fire and began to
get everything else ready.

Once the smell of the food started wafting through the air, heads began to
peek out between the various tent flaps, and boys began to make their way
over for some grub.  It was kind of comical to watch them wander around in
various states of dress, but I guess the growling stomachs were a stronger
motivating force than the normal teen instinct to sleep as late as
possible.  Soon all of the boys were moving about and filling up with a
variety of items, and I was surprised at not only how many of them had some
of the fish with their meal, but also how many even came back for more.  We
soon finished eating, struck the camp, and double-checked to make sure we
left nothing behind and that there were no embers remaining from the fire.
I always make sure we leave a place better than we found it, and once I was
certain of that, we began the next leg of this adventure.

The water in the lakes and connecting streams was crystal clear and the
boys were tempted to scoop the water out in their canteens and drink it
directly.  After warning them not to do that and telling them the reasons
for it, they heeded my advice.  Now, we continued on, but I noticed that
everyone was making sure to enjoy the fantastic scenery that surrounded us.
We kept going until around 2 p.m., when we headed toward shore to stop and
eat.  Although we were once again tired and a little sore from the physical
activity, it didn't seem to be as bad as it had been the day before.  We
had even navigated a portage of around 200 yards, and everyone seemed to do
quite well with it.

After lunch we struck out again, and we were just passing a small island
when what sounded like a gunshot split the silence.  Many of us were
startled and jumped in our seats, quickly looking in various directions for
hunters.  However, after surveying the area, I quickly advised the boys the
noise was not what they thought, but merely a beaver warning other beavers
of our approach, by whacking its tail on the water.  After the boys
regained their composure and had a laugh over each other's reactions, we
kept going until we neared the spot where we were scheduled to spend our
second night.

This time we pitched our tents about ten yards from the shore of the lake,
and then we began to prepare our dinner.  The boys had a little more energy
tonight and I could see they weren't about to go directly to bed this
evening.  As we continued to sit around the fire, they began to beg me to
tell them one of my stories, so I had to quickly come up with something
that would suffice.  Seeing there was so much water around, I focused in on
one specific idea, hurriedly fleshing it out in my mind, so I could share
it with the boys.  When I thought I was prepared, I began to tell my
recently concocted tale.

"Well, when I first contacted our outfitters, they warned me that a few
years ago a couple had returned from Florida with five baby alligators they
had brought back with them.  They thought they could keep them and maybe
make some money by charging people to see them up close and personal.
Within a short time, however, the gators had grown so large they were
becoming a threat to the family and neighborhood pets, so they brought them
out to one of the lakes and released them.  Seeing there are no natural
predators to these creatures in this area, and with the abundance of food
available to them, the gators grew rapidly, becoming more aggressive in the
process.  Soon they were attacking beaver, geese and other animals that
dared to share their lake, and they even began to lie in wait for
squirrels, rabbits, deer, bear, and other animals coming down for a drink.
Eventually these alligators became so fearless that the tried to attack
people in canoes and even come up on shore at night, dragging people from
their tents and down to the water, where they could deal with them better.

"I don't think this is the lake they mentioned, as I think they said that
one was more to our west, but if those alligators have been having babies,
I'm sure they'd be branching out and making their way to new places.  If
they didn't, they would put a great strain on the food supply of that lake,
and then they'd HAVE to move on.  However, I don't think we have to worry,
but it wouldn't hurt to keep your eyes open just in case."

I left it at that, not certain who, if any of the boys, believed my story,
but I'm sure some did.  I didn't bother to tell them I'd made the whole
thing up, or that the gators wouldn't be able to survive a harsh Minnesota
winter, when the lakes freeze over.  They wanted a story, so I gave them
one, and I know the scarier those stories are, the more they appreciate
them, so I tried not to disappoint them.  As the boys headed to their
tents, I saw several of them looking around as they walked to their
sleeping area, and I heard later that a couple of them even checked their
sleeping bags before they got in them.

The next few days were much the same as the last and we hadn't seen any
other people out and about since the afternoon we left the outfitter's
place.  We did see more than our share of wildlife, most from long range,
but our biggest thrill came when we saw an eagle soaring in the sky, and we
were able to watch it land in its aerie, way up in a huge dead tree.  It
had been great watching it fly around in the sky, its huge wings catching
the warmer air pockets and floating its great body effortlessly above us.
When it landed in its aerie, it did so with a minimum of exertion or impact
to the lofty nesting area.

During these past few days the boys had done much more than just watch
wildlife, however, becoming a little primitive themselves.  They had done a
great deal of skinny-dipping in the various lakes we camped on and they
often ran around the campsite itself with nothing more than some footwear
on.  Although that sort of activity has never bothered me, I noticed it did
make Jake a little uncomfortable, out here in the open, as he continually
scanned the lake for signs of unexpected visitors.  Also with the quiet
that blanketed the area, except for the sounds of a few crickets, frogs, or
an occasional owl, the sounds we overheard from some of the boys' nightly
sessions left little to our imagination.  On more than a couple of
instances we had to stifle laughs over the cries of ecstasy emitted during
a heated session, but it was good they were enjoying themselves.

We had almost reached the end of our first week in the wilderness when we
noticed a storm approaching on the horizon.  We quickly detoured to an
island on the lake we were currently on, set up camp quickly, and then
planned on waiting out the storm.  We had just barely finished our
preparations when another canoe appeared, and suddenly headed toward our
island.  In it were a mother, father, and their two children, a girl about
fourteen or fifteen, and a boy probably in the twelve to thirteen age
bracket.  They quickly asked if we minded if they shared the island during
the storm, and we informed them we would welcome their company.  After
looking about and examining our family, they wanted to know if we were a
scouting troop.  None of us laughed, as we were used to such questions, but
we told them we'd explain later, but for now we needed to help them set up
first.  It appeared the rain would start falling shortly, and we wanted to
make sure they were all safe and snug throughout whatever we were about to
encounter.  They agreed, and then many of the boys, Jake, and I all pitched
in to help them set up rapidly.

We had barely finished getting them ready, when the first drops began to
fall.  The storm was a violent one, with sheets of rain slamming into the
outer surface of our tents.  The flashes of lightning were extremely
bright, and the thunder rumbled and vibrated throughout our tents and
bodies.  We even heard the lightning strike somewhere close by, but none of
us went out to investigate what was hit, though some of the boys had been
tempted.  This terrible storm lasted for over an hour, before the rain
began to slow from a downpour to a heavy drizzle, but it still wasn't
something you wanted to go out into just yet.  I think the boys would have
liked to run around nude in the rain, if it wasn't for our unexpected
company, but they were also not sure the lightning had ended either, so
they stayed put.  This situation lasted for about another 30 minutes,
before the storm stopped completely and the sun began to peek out from
behind the clouds.  Once it was over, we all slowly began to emerge from
our shelters.

As we all came out into the very soggy campsite, we began to chat.  We
discovered this family was heading back into Ely, having been out on their
own for just over two weeks now.  Part of the reason they choose this type
of vacation was to help their son earn some merit badges for his scouting
troop.  After they filled us in about themselves, they wanted to know more
about us.  We told them our story, but at first they didn't believe what
they heard and thought we were just pulling their legs.  Eventually we
convinced them we were indeed a family, and then we answered a ton of
questions for them, mostly from the children.  Once this process was over,
we spent the remainder of the day with them, as we all decided to spend the
night there before striking out the following morning.

Some of my straight boys became friendly with the daughter, while Andrew
was thrilled to have someone around his own age to pal around with.  The
parents, Jake, and I spent a great deal of time talking about our
respective families and our trips, while the kids went off and had some
fun.  Before they left, I warned my straight boys that nothing sexual was
to happen, and they reluctantly agreed, otherwise I told them they'd have
to stay within eyesight of us.

I guess the boys and their new friends used this time to investigate the
island, but Andrew decided to use this time to investigate his new friend.
He managed to get the boy to slip off with him, to an area away from the
others, including us adults, and he began to ask the boy various questions.
At first they started off innocently, about what kind of things he liked,
what grade he was in school, and topics like that, but soon he focus
changed, and now he asked the boy if he had ever seen other boys or girls
naked or if he'd ever fooled around.  The boy admitted that he had to both
questions, and then asked Andrew if he'd ever done anything.  Andrew was
quick to explain that he had, but then he swore the boy to secrecy before
he told him about our family.  The boy seemed to be amazed and surprised by
all he heard, but it seemed to encourage him to loosen up a bit as well.
Now the boy asked Andrew if he wanted to do anything with him, and when
Andrew agreed, they found a secluded spot and quickly undressed.

The boy had never seen an uncircumcised penis before and Andrew had to
explain to him about the differences.  The boy was fascinated by it and
asked Andrew if he could touch it, and Andrew quickly informed him he could
do whatever he wanted with it.  Without hesitation, and with great
enthusiasm, the boy began to explore Andrew's penis, pulling the foreskin
back and forth, constantly exposing the head and then sheathing it again.
All of this attention began to get to Andrew, and it wasn't long before he
was sporting wood.  This was all the encouragement the other boy needed,
and soon he was masturbating Andrew, seemingly enjoying this act with his
new friend.

While Andrew enjoyed the stimulation, he examined the other boy carefully.
He noticed the boy was cut, quite a bit bigger than he was in that area,
although the boy was a few months younger than Andrew, and he already had a
budding ring of pubic hairs over his dick.  Even though Andrew was
intrigued with viewing the boy's assets, it only depressed him further
about his own lack of physical maturity.  When the boy finished bringing
Andrew to his dry orgasm, Andrew asked the boy if he wanted him to do the
same for him, or if he wanted to be sucked off instead.  Seeing the boy had
never experienced oral sex before, he was eager to try it, so Andrew began
to lick around the head of his penis and the boy became extremely hard
within seconds.

Andrew continued to lick up and down his shaft, and then he ran his tongue
over the surface of the boy's scrotum, before sucking on his testicles.
The boy was moaning quite loudly, and Andrew stopped for a second to tell
him to keep it quiet, and then he slipped his head over the helmet and
began to nod up and down on his rod.  The boy began to thrust his hips up
and down, to match Andrew's movements, and it didn't take very long before
he arched his back, shoved his penis as far into Andrew's mouth as it would
go, and released a few spurts of warm boy juice down Andrew's throat.  Once
his balls had been drained, he collapsed back onto the ground, silently
savoring the moment.

When he recovered, he thanked Andrew, told him how wonderful it had been,
and then they decided they had to get dressed and head back before anyone
discovered they had been missing for too long.  As they walked back to
where we were talking, I think I was the only one who noticed the
never-fading grin the other boy was wearing, and then I realized I had
forgotten to give Andrew the same warning I had given the others.  I hoped
this wouldn't create a problem, though I suspected the boy wasn't about to
admit what had just happened to the rest of his family.  The two seemed
inseparable after that time.

Later that afternoon, I did corner Andrew about what had happened, and he
explained the whole thing in detail to me.  After he did that, he went on
to lament once more about the fact he wasn't showing any signs of reaching
puberty, and explained how much more mature his new friend was.  Once more
we discussed those factors again, with me telling him he was probably just
going to be a late-bloomer, but it did little to ease his concerns.  I did
what I could to alleviate his worries, but in the end I found that sending
him off with his new friend was the best thing I could do to help him
forget his problems.

After dinner, both boys came up to us and asked if they could sleep in the
same tent tonight, and at first his parents were a little reluctant, but
eventually they gave in to his demands.  I also had some concerns, but I
figured I'd pull Andrew aside and explain them to him later, but now we had
to determine what the sleeping arrangements would be.  Since the father had
been sharing a tent with his son, and the mother stayed with the daughter,
he suggested that he could sleep in the tent with his wife and daughter for
this one night, letting the boys have the other tent on their own.  I'm not
so sure he would have agreed to it if he suspected what might go on in
there, but everyone seemed satisfied, so that's the way it was left.

Later I spoke to Andrew, asking him what was going on between the two of
them, and he told me the other boy had told him that he wanted to try some
more things later.  I told him they would have to wait until everyone else
was asleep, and they wouldn't be able to make any noise, and he would have
to make sure the other boy knew he couldn't say or do anything later that
might bring this to his parents' attention.  He said he would, and I felt
that at their age it would be merely brushed off as youthful
experimentation, if they were discovered, so I felt I had given them enough
of a warning.

As it began to grow dark, we built a nice campfire, and then the boys
decided to tell our new companions some of the ghost stories I had told
them on previous occasions.  They were smart enough to select the
non-sexual stories, and the son and daughter seemed to enjoy these tales,
though I could tell their parents weren't quite as comfortable with some of
the gory content they entailed.  No one stopped the stories from
continuing, however, and after several had been told, we decided it was
time to turn in for the evening.

Andrew and the boy went to their tent and I guess they stripped down right
away, fondling each other while they waited for most of the rest of us to
fall asleep.  Once they thought it was safe, Andrew showed the boy how to
sixty-nine, because the boy had said he wanted to try to suck Andrew too.
Now they licked and slurped on each other, with the other boy wanting to
try everything he could.  However, he was soon distracted and quit working
on Andrew, as his own climax approached.  He was so consumed with the
sensations coursing through his body that he could no longer think about
what he had been doing to Andrew and merely concentrated on his own
pleasure.  Once again he began to make various guttural noises and Andrew
quickly stopped to warn him to be quiet, but when the boy didn't hush,
Andrew merely put his hand over the boy's mouth, to muffle his sounds.
This continued until the boy eventually reached the point of no return and
spewed his seed into Andrew's mouth.

After he came back to his senses, the boy apologized to Andrew about having
stopped taking care of him, and then he insisted on finishing Andrew off
too.  Andrew readily accepted his offer, settled back, and let the boy do
what he wanted with him.  A bit ineptly, but very enthusiastically, the boy
began to try to do the things to Andrew that he remembered Andrew doing to
him.  After a few warnings about things he should do a little differently,
the boy began to get into a groove and soon Andrew's body was stiffening
and shaking, as his dry orgasm slammed home.  Once Andrew had sufficient
time to enjoy his afterglow, the boys snuggled together and went to sleep
as new best friends.

The next morning I went to check on them before the others awoke, not
wanting anyone else to discover them in any uncompromising situations.
They were still both naked, so I had them put their underwear back on, and
then I let them go back to sleep, before I went to start the campfire and
make some coffee.  I was surprised the boy hadn't been upset about me
seeing him naked, but he never flinched or said a word, but I was glad I
got to them before anyone else did.  As I sat and enjoyed a cup or two of
my fresh brew, Jake came out to join me, and then we woke up our fishermen
and did a little fishing before the others were up and moving about.  By
the time we came back in, everyone was dressed and getting ready to move
on, and our temporary companions nearly finished packing up their gear.

Jake and I cooked up the fish, so everyone could have some with what ever
else we decided to have for breakfast, and then we began to pack up too,
but not before saying good-bye to our new friends.  We had all enjoyed
their company and the boys were sad to see them go.  Some of the boys were
reacting because they hated to see the daughter leave, but I could tell
Andrew and their son were having the most difficulty parting company.  The
boys stood next to each other, gave each other a couple of hugs, and I
think there were tears in both of their eyes, as the family got in their
canoe and paddled away.  I made sure Andrew had some time to deal with
this, by making sure I kept the others busy getting everything ready for us
to shove off again.  I walked up to him before I had the others get into
the canoes, to ask him how he was holding up.  Although he still seemed to
be a bit weepy, he said he was fine, so I didn't push him on this issue.
Before I left him, however, he told me he had his new friend's email
address, postal address, telephone number, and several other important
stats, and he hoped maybe the boy could come stay with us sometime next
year.  I told him we'd see how things went, but I couldn't make any
promises until I talked to his parents, but that seemed to suffice.  At
least I hadn't told him 'no', and I believe that was his biggest fear up to
that point.

Now we all got in our canoes and moved on, as we had a one more day to
continue in the same direction we had been heading, before we started to
loop back and begin our trek in, toward our starting point.  This was
because we were about set to start the second week of our camping trip,
which meant our time out here was half over, so we'd soon be heading back
home to get ready to start another year of school.

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