Date: Sat, 1 Sep 2001 14:39:48 EDT From: th380Y@th380y.net Subject: Geoff (BB) This document has been copyrighted by TH380Y. Do not reproduce this document (in part or in full) without first asking for written permission of TH380Y. th380y@th380y.net This is a story that I wrote from some memories of my days with the local Parks and Rec Department. Ah . . . Good times. I hope you enjoy this. Send me some feedback. Though it doesn't matter much. Writing this was theraputic and, altough it would be a plus, your enjoyment doesn't me doodley-squat to me. WARNING!! This story contains sex between two consenting minors. If you are opposed to "Homosexual Acts". Or the thought of "Homosexual Acts" between two consenting minors rubs you the wrong way, feel free to: FUCK OFF. Otherwise, Enjoy. (Smiley Face) You crazy conservatives. Geoff By:TH380Y Geoff and I have been friends for quite a while. I had met him on a trip with my city's recreation department. This was a program for kids ending grades 5-8. I must admit that I had a crush on him from the first moment I saw him. He was only a year younger than me. (12 at the time.) And, when I found out friendship was in the realm of possibility, I leapt at it. He had been watching me for some time. Admiring my work from afar. I could tell this. I would play a video game and he would stare at my actions, sticking the end of my tongue out when a level became difficult; the way I held the controller, different than everyone else; the little growl I would make when I lost. He would make a comment about these actions every now and again. Neutral comments, not anything disrespectful and nothing . . . too friendly. All of the younger boys in the program watched me whenever I kayak, they emulate my every stroke. They want to have the same color kayak as me. They want to talk like me and act like. And, for the life of me, I could not understand. If they knew that I didn't just like girls, that I liked guys too, it would all have been over. Andrew's a fag, don't talk with him. But I guess that's what made me like it more. I had a level of anonymity. I was one of the guys. There was a river rafting trip coming up. It was a four day trip. Camping, bring tents and a few changes of clothes. If you were to look at the roster you would see my name near the top and all of the boys' names directly beneath me. Geoff being second. The kids were starting to get antsy. The trip would leave on a Tuesday. The Tuesday before we were to leave the boys started to ask me questions. How big was my tent? Would I want them with me? I told them I had already asked someone to tent with me, I was sorry. Geoff sat next to me when the boys had left. I was playing a Nintendo 64 game. I could feel him watching me. I paused the game and looked at him. He was beautiful. Russian-American, black hair combed forward (but still a little shaggy around the sides), 5'7", brown eyes that I wanted to dive into, beautiful. What got to me wasn't that I was just physically attracted to Geoff. He was all beautiful. Not only on the outside, but within. The problems that he would bring to me weren't him bitching and moaning about something that he got himself into (like the others). They actually had depth. He wanted girl advice from me. Geoff wanted advice concerning a fight that he had gotten into with his parents a night before. And that's what attracted me to him. A beautiful boy with depth. He was still watching me. I became aware that we were watching each other and looked elsewhere, nervously. Why was I becoming nervous? My mind ran through a million scenarios as I played the game. I checked my zipper by dragging my hand across my lap as if to brush something off. And there he was, still watching me. "Geoff." I said to him. "Yeah?" We made eye contact. "Would you like to bunk with me?" There was a spark in his eyes. Happiness, Joy. "Sure!" Excitement. "Awesome, I'll bring the tent, is that okay?" "Yeah, I only have a small one person tent anyways." They were jealous of him and began to give him a hard time for the rest of the week. But I was always there to protect him. I think I began to take the position of his bigger brother (he didn't have one). And he began to take the place of the younger brother (I had only a sister). We talked about sports. What baseball teams we liked. Who were doing good. What bands we were into. Which concerts I had gone to. He wasn't able to go to concerts all that much. His parents didn't think he was old enough. On the bus drive up to the South Fork of the Russian River, Geoff and I talked constantly. He had not gotten much sleep the night before, he was too excited to sleep. I didn't tell him, but I couldn't sleep for the same reason. Soon talk wore off as we neared the second hour of an eight hour bus ride that began at six in the morning. Geoff and I became tired. We ended up sleeping on each other. His head on my shoulder and my arm around his chest. I woke up first when we stopped at Burger King. I felt his weight pressing against me, the soft fabric of his sweatshirt. His breath would play upon my shirt and warm a place near my heart. The coordinator was getting ready to shout directions through the bus. I looked around. No one was paying attention to the two guys who passed out on each other. We were in the middle of the bus. There were three people around us. One in front of us, one a seat in front to our side and another. I needed to wake Geoff up. He would be hungry by now. "Hey Geoff." I gently shook him. He stirred slightly. "Wake up, big guy." I smiled at him as he opened his eyes. His first words upon waking up. "Andrew?" "Yeah, dude. We're stopped at Burger King so we can chow." "Cool." "Carol is just about to give us some rules." I dropped on to his shoulder and faked like I was snoring, he giggled and pushed me off. My fan club sat with me as I ate my Double Whopper. They were taking mental notes. "How To: Successfully Eat a Double Whopper". I ate then they ate. Synchronized eating. Geoff was sitting next to me. We talked about random things. BMX bikes. They asked me if I rode a BMX. I told them, No, that I didn't. But I rode a mountain bike. They asked me what type of bike. Was it cool? Did it have shocks? Can I do tricks? I talked with them and ate. Soon, I finished my food and they were not far behind me. Geoff was still eating his fries, enjoying the leg room. The kids filed back into the bus and I sat across from Geoff. "So," I asked, "How are you doing?" "I'm okay, a little sleepy." He replied. He started playing footsy with me while he ate. Does this boy know what he's doing to me? I watched him as he ate the rest of his fries and wiped the excess grease on his pants. We walked out to the bus and loaded back up. The boys watched with envy as Geoff and I took our seats. I looked at them and smiled. Geoff and I listened to CD's for the rest of the way to the camp site. We shared CD's. Geoff has some CD's that I have. He had a different Alanis CD. He had Alanis Morrisete's "Jagged Little Pill", while I had her live CD. He also had Tori Amos and a band called New Found Glory that I took special notice to. He had the label for that one. Four cute guys performing punk rock pop. They were great. Geoff wanted to listen to Sheryl Crow a lot. I saw him listening to my favorite track "Love Is a Good Thing". It was my favorite track to sing; it has a lot of vocal range. On the third run, I saw him mouthing the words. Geoff looked so cute. The driver pulled onto a dirt road. We watched the dust sweep behind us as we neared a man in wrap-around sun glasses and a nice tan. His shoulders and chest were deliciously broad through his shirt. He must have been the leader. Mark (the man that was waiting for us) came on to the bus and told us our campsite were on the bottom of a short hill, a few feet away from the bus. We had to be careful because it was steep. Yada yada yada yada. The showers have a small hot water tank. Don't wade in the water; the current is strong. Set up camp, there will be a meeting shortly. They let my side of the bus off first. Geoff and I rushed to get our bags to the best site possible. He was in front of me with our back packs, as I was behind with the tent and our two duffel bags. We ran to a spot that got shade most of the day (as I later found) and set up camp. Geoffrey and I were finished before everyone else and moved in. We put our duffel bags and back packs on the side of the tent. Our sleeping bags were next to each other. I tried not to get my hopes up. The most I would see would probably be Geoff's bare ass as he changes. We stepped out of the tent and inspected our work. "Good work!" I held out my hand for a high five. He met it. "Thanks." I ruffled his hair and we began to explore around. It was great taking Geoff with me. The other boys were too busy deciding who would sleep with who. Someone had forgotten a sleeping bag, so they were fighting over who would have to share a sleeping bag with the boy. Geoff and I walked and talked about nothing in particular. He seemed to come out of his shell more than he had before. Maybe because he was in a private place now. We sat on a rock, skipping stones. "Andrew?" He began. "Yeah?" I asked Geoff. "Can I ask you something private?" "Sure, go for it." "You promise you won't laugh at me or hate me forever?" He looked me in the eyes. "I promise." My mind thought of all of the things that he could be thinking of. I know about who he has a crush on. I know that, sometimes, Geoff has nightmares and still comes to his mothers bed. I knew about his masturbatory schedule, for heaven's sake! So what could he say that would shock me? He tells me. "Well, I'm kinda different." "How are you different?" I ask. "Well, I look around in the showers (like most guys do, right?)." "Yeah." I affirmed. "And I notice that I have extra skin," He gives it a beat or two, wondering if I will get it without his help. "Down there." It didn't seem like a very big deal . . . But then I remembered that some guys don't even want to shower in front of their peers. I chuckled a little. "I knew you would laugh at me!" He turned and walked away angrily. I ran and caught up with him. Geoff resisted my first attempt to stop him, shoving my hand off his shoulder. Then I finally framed his face in my hands and he stopped. Totally frozen. Geoff looked like a young god in a picture frame. His eyes were large and brown. I could feel his body tensing up, want to leave, but staying. "Hey dude," I said to him, "I have it too." Geoff visibly relaxed. "It's normal. The other guys that you see have had it cut off. It's called 'circumcision'." "Why couldn't I be circumcised?" Kudos for getting the word right. "You know what they do when they circumcise you?" He shook his head. "They take an ultra hot pair of scissors and they snip the extra skin off of your penis." Geoff gave a sympathetic rub to his crotch. "You should think of us as the two luckiest guys here. The girls go crazy for uncut guys. Just wait until you get older." I smiled at him. "You're gonna be a lady killer." Geoff smiled back at me and I let his face go. My hands felt empty. We stood there looking awkward in front of each other. He turned around, looking at the Russian River surge by. I looked at my watch and realized there were twenty minutes before dinner. We had spent a little under two hours talking. But it felt like we had just started. "It's almost dinner time." I told Geoff. He looked at me oddly. There was a shade of disappointment beyond his stature. Had he been waiting me to say something else? "So?" "Carol is probably waiting for us." Carol was known to miss me when I wasn't around. I would do almost anything to help make her job easier when the other staff wasn't around. Which gave me the "teacher's pet" rep among my peers. But that didn't piss me off. It was their hang up. Geoff stood there, still engrossed by the water. He loved it as much as I did. Maybe more. Maybe if I was still in relax mode I would be doing the same thing as him. Standing right next to him. Or maybe I was day dreaming about him too much. I shook myself out of my thoughts and swatted Geoff's backside, "Now, com'on. Let's go." I ran off to the site with him a few feet behind me. We slide on the end of a gravel road as we stopped. The whole group was by the water. Watching it and talking about it. I noticed that most of the cliques that had existed before had dissolved. Everyone was mingling. The three staff (Carol, Jordan and Sarah) were watching the flock and smiling. They were mostly likely talking about boyfriends or movies. Carol waved me over to them when she saw me. I told Geoff that I was going to go and talk to them. He could come with me if he wanted to. Geoff and I walked closely up three layers of leveled dirt. Our arms touched frequently. This was different because he has a fairly large comfort zone. I stopped in front of Carol. "Hi." I greeted here. She regarded Geoff's presence with a nod. To me, "Where did you two run off to so fast?" "We were looking around. We followed the road over there towards the east." There was only one road, so she knew which one we were talking about. The sun was close to setting. I had measured it earlier. About two more hours until the sun was gone completely. "Andrew," The tone of Carol's voice told me that she was making me an example. "You know you are supposed to check in with us if you go very far. I'm going to let you off this time because you brought someone with you. But if you do it again we're going to have to consider a serious punishment." The most serious punishment possible was the threat of return. But that was likely too much trouble for them to ever do. We were in the middle of the country. Out in the California cuts. They would have to bother the bus driver, Dolly, (who had paid money for this trip) and ask her to drive the kid back. The punishment for this would be a guilt trip. Which works very well with me. "I'm sorry." I apologized to her, "I'll talk to you next time I want to go that far away from camp." Carol, smiled, satisfied that I had made a fine example of myself. Jordan changed the subject quickly. He was a tall, black man that reminded me of George Foreman. He talked about how things were going with me. What was up? He talked with Geoff. Jordan's very pleasant to talk to. He'll always have a lot to say on any subject. What makes it better is, he knows about what he is saying. Sometime during the conversation Sarah came in. We were talking about movie stars. They asked if I had a girl friend. I had been hanging around Shandy a lot. No, but I was looking at someone. I played the pronoun game and wouldn't give out any type of information that could make them believe it was a girl at camp. Eye contact with the staff was a must. I didn't want any of the staff to know about my crush on Geoff. Even though I knew that they would all be fine with it. They SHOULD be fine with it. Soon, the dinner bell rang. The staff of Mariah, the river rafting company we were riding with, had cooked dinner. Tacos with all of the fixings. I stuffed my taco shell to the brink and added a few shakes of Tabasco sauce. Geoff was right behind me, doing the same but without the Tabasco sauce. He got ripped on by a few of the other boys behind him. But he just smiled. He knew, along with me, that they had never had Tabasco sauce in the lives. I put some sour cream on my plate incase they need some and sat down at a picnic table with only room enough for Geoff to sit next me on the end. He was my right hand man. The boys came and sat around us. Their egos were making waves with each other as they tried to gloat their finest moments of the day to me. I was laughing in my head as the boys all took bites of their tacos in time with me. Seconds later they were all casually gulping from their glasses of water and searching the table desperately with their eyes for more. I scooped some sour cream off my plates and on to theirs. "Ewww . . ." Robert turned up his nose to the cream. "Stick a little on your tongue and hold it there for a second. It'll make the burning go away." I instructed them, "Then go get some more water and more sour cream and mix it in with your food. It won't be so hot and it will taste better." They left and did what I told them to, finding that the sour cream did help them. When they came back they were quiet. Probably working out their tongues. This was the third quiet time of the day and I relished it. We ate quickly. The boys all wanted to know if I wanted to tell ghost stories during the fire. I told them that, if there was a fire, I would tell ghost stories. There were another twenty minutes of time before twilight hit. I spent that time making up a story in the back of my mind while I played catch with Dylan. The minute before twilight hit, the three staff members came up to me and asked me to start a fire. They told me to get some people together and get wood and brush and all of that. They need to go into town and get graham crackers, marsh mellows and chocolate. I agreed and they left Sarah to round up the rest of the rest of the kids and keep them out of my hair. A book of matches was entrusted to me at the end of our meeting. For time that Carol and Jordan were not present until the time that they returned, I was responsible for the fire. I gathered the boys and told them that I needed people to help me with the fire. If they helped me with it, they would be the first ones to get 's'mores. But they had to play along and not screw anything up. Robert and Dylan were sent off to get dry wood. Sean was sent to get tinder. None of them were supposed to go farther than one hundred feet from the fire pit. If I found out that they did I would make sure that they did not get s'mores and were sent to bed early. They took what I said seriously, being the cool kid and not wanting the cool kid to be angry with them. Geoff and I would be stacking the wood and arranging the fire. We talked about what type of scary stories I would tell. I told him that I had made up a story to tell. He sounded excited, he had heard about my stories. Soon, the fire was stacked and I had enough materials for three fires. Or to keep a fire up for a full day. It was light when darkness had fallen and thirty people gathered around the fire, mingling and telling random stories. Soon Dolly returned with Jordan and Carol. I heard the bus from that far away and excused myself to run up the hill and give them the 411. The agreed to give the boys the s'mores first as long as it looked fair. I ran back down the hill and told the boys discretely to sit close to a water fountain by the fire pit. I announced that there would be s'mores and to line up in a double line at the water fountain if they wanted some. The boys were up first; the plan was flawless. Geoff stayed back, waiting with me for my turn. I was the last in the line. Carol, Jordan and Dotty took over the fire for me, as promised. Geoff offered to go get some sticks so we could roast the marsh mellows with them. I smiled and told him that I wouldn't eat without him. I distributed the graham crackers, Hershey bars and marsh mellows to the staff. I sat with them, feeling most comfortable there. Geoff came back and gave us all a stick and sat by me. We roasted marsh mellows and talked. I asked the staff if I could tell ghost stories. They agreed and, in a half an hour, they announced that there would be ghost stories. Two girls left, but all of the boys stayed glued to what they knew would come. I was known for the best scary stories. I started ahead with a few Urban Legends. Drip, Drip, Dip: A girl keeps hearing a dripping noise and looks to her dog for comfort to go back to sleep. But she wakes up continously to the noise and decides to find the source. She searches the whole house and comes to the living room. There, she sees that her dog has been nailed to the ceiling. In its blood is written. "Humans can lick too." All of the girls left after I told them they would get better. The unbelieving boys stayed with me. Geoff's leg was against mine and he was discreetly applying pressure. I decided to tell another one. I wasn't sure what it was called. A girl's room mate was on a date. And she brings him back to their room. The girl doesn't know this when she walks in and sees two shadows on top of each other. She undresses quickly and goes to sleep. Before she sleeps she hears something that could have been a muffled scream, but was probably a groan. The next morning she woke up and here girlfriend was slashed up. It looked like a suicide but there was something written on the wall. "Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?" That got them more than the first and I was ready for the finale that I had been working on. The fire had died down and there was only the red light of the embers reflecting on everyone's faces. They stayed on for the last one. I made up the story as I went. This story had been in the making and I knew it would make me proud. I told them a story about a camp of immigrants that had moved into this part of Northern California to strip mine. A neighboring party didn't like them very much. This group of immigrants was able to mine more effectively than the neighbors. So, one night, the neighbors came in and started killing them. The immigrants woke up and started shooting back at the neighbors. There was a stand off for three days. On the fourth day the neighbors had just gone to sleep and the night shift was up when both sides heard a noise. They were all found two months later by a relief crew, hung by their intestines to a tree; their limbs where at the foot of the tree. No boy spoke. One was visibly scared and others played cool. I told them all to go to sleep and I doused the fire. Geoff said he would go ahead and get a flashlight since he forgot one. I stayed with a shovel and mixed out all of the remaining hot spots. I walked back to my tent and Geoff was sitting on his sleeping bag. I took my shoes off and left them by the door as I stepped in. He smiled and greeted me. I smiled back and we talked. "Hey, Geoff, do you want a soda?" I asked. I wasn't planning to go to sleep at nine. But I know I would be tired soon, since I still had that four hours to make up and tonight's minimum of nine. We would need to wake up at 10:30 to get to our first drop point a half an hour away. "Sure, what kind do you have?" "Dr. Pepper, Spr-" "Dr. Pepper." "Dr. Pepper it is." I grabbed one for myself and one for him. We sat there and sipped our sodas for a minute or so. In the tent next to us Dylan was telling Sean to move over. But Sean was already on the other side of the sleeping bag. Poor Sean. "So how did you like the story?" I asked him with a grin. "It was good," he thought, "It got me a little freaked out, actually." "I hope I didn't say anything that will give you nightmares." "Nah, it's cool." Geoff waved his hand a little bit too far to the right and knocked over his drink. "Shit!" I exclaimed lowly. He picked the soda up and opened the tent while I made sure nothing was wet. Geoff came in, took his shirt off and placed it to the wet parts. I watched his back as he bent down, his vertebrae elongating, letting him bend. The muscles on his torso became taut and stuck out. I sat there, mesmerized in his body. Once he was finished he took his shirt and stashed it in a nap sack he had brought with him. I put the sleeping bags back. Geoff looked as if he had done something terribly wrong. "I'm sorry." He told me, wincing afterwards. What was all of this about? "It's cool man." "No, it's all my fault. I should have been more careful." "No it's not. Don't worry about. The mess is cleaned up. It's no big deal." "But I wasted a soda and I almost ruined your stuff." "But you didn't. It's fine now. I'm not angry with you. Okay?" I reminded myself about the soda next to my bag. Geoff started moving things between us. "What's this?" I was now disappointed that we wouldn't get to sleep closer He's shoulder muscles twisted and shifted as he picked up his bags. "You probably don't want to sleep next to me now." Snap! I pulled Geoffrey over the barrier and landed on top of him. His eyes were wide and he looked so afraid. He was shaking underneath me. "Geoffrey," I said close to his face, "I'm not going to hurt you. That is the farthest from anything in my mind. I'm not angry about spilt soda and I DO want you to sleep next to me." I gave it four seconds to sink it. What I learned about "Effective Public Speaking". I sat back on top of my haunches on top of him. Underneath me I could feel his breathing. It was so fast I was wondering when he would pass out. I let up on him a little bit and moved down his body a little bit. There was his bulge. It was a little firmer than normal. He breathed deep when I touched that spot. I acted like I hadn't noticed it. Every guy gets hard when they wrestle. Well, a lot of guys do. "Do you understand?" I looked into his eyes. "Yeah," He looked back. A shiver ran through me and rested in my groin. I let him up and he moved back to his own side. The one object that I had let him get away with was removed from the middle and his sleeping bag was pushed back towards mine. I sighed and reclined once again with my soda and watched him. He was sitting cross- legged from me and I knew why. We talked a little more after I had finished my soda and threw it at the garbage can outside. "Andrew?" Geoff had the same tone as when he had told me that he wasn't circumcised. This was going to be good. "Yeah?" I asked back. "Do you jack off?" I looked at him. He had just switched legs. "Yeah. How about you?" "Yeah." There was a pause while Geoff decided if he wanted to take another step. "How often?" "Once or twice a day." I responded, "You?" "The same." He became a little sheepish, "Maybe three times." "Cool. I took off my shirt. If he really wanted something I'm sure he could ask me. "Do you ever think about guys when jack off?" He was hitting new territory. And he would never touch it if he wasn't like me. "All the time." I surprised myself. But I was sure of myself. "How about you?" "Me too." We looked at each other for a while. I stripped down to my boxer briefs. Geoff's eyes were glued to my package, which was eye height, when I came over to hug him. He stood up and hugged me too. Our tent was high enough so that we could hug in the middle of it. I felt his bulge pressing against mine and I slowly became hard. By the time that I had taken my flashlight out of my bag I was half hard. He watched as I put on a show and adjusted my cock before I slid into my sleeping bag. We didn't say anything more. I watched as he stripped to his boxers and slipped into his sleeping bag. As he bent over to take his socks off, the fabric stretched over his ass, giving me a perfect view. Soon, I bent up, with my erection peaking out of my waistband and turned the light off. I don't think he had enough time to see it. "Goodnight Geoff," I told him, "Get some good sleep for tomorrow." He replied, "You two, Andrew." I waited until his breathing became regular and then went to sleep. Geoff woke me up at 1:00 that night. I know this because I checked my watch. He had experienced a nightmare about my story. I apologized and zipped our sleeping bags together. Geoff came forward in the sleeping bag to me. "Will you hold me?" He asked. I looked him in the eyes, my own had accustomed to the night light perfectly. "Sure." My arms went to him and he slid into them. His arms wrapped around me and I felt his breath on my neck. He looked up to me and spoke. "Andrew?" It was never too late for him to play this game was it? I answered, amused, "Yes, Geoffrey?" "Thank you." He said to me. I looked down at him and kissed him on the forehead. Geoff squeezed me a little tighter and kissed me back on the lips. We settled down, content within ourselves and slept. I woke up at four fifty-nine and forty-two seconds. The clock beeped 18 seconds later. Geoff was still in my arms, asleep. His erection was poking me in the groin. I could tell that only the staffs were awake by hearing only adult voices. And I could tell that they were helping with breakfast because I heard a request to pass skillet or to find an ingredient to and from all of them. I settled back into my embrace and listened to the sound of the cooking. I paid attention to every breath that Geoff took. I watched him for some time too. He had a smile. I giggled at the situation. I was in a sleeping bag with a boy a year younger than I. His erection was poking me in the groin and he had a smile on his face. The novelty wore out quickly and I kissed him again and went back to sleep. I woke up with him gently shaking me. "Andrew?" He was holding me close. "Andrew?! Andrew!" I sleep like a rock. It is hard to wake me up in the morning. If you didn't know this you may think that I had died in my sleep. I looked at his face, painted in streaks of concern. "Hmmm?" "Shit man." He said to me, "I was worried." I yawned, "I sleep like a rock." "Oh." "What time is it?" Geoff grabbed my watch, "Seven something." "Want to go get breakfast?" I asked him. I realized that my erection was poking him in the stomach. We both looked down. It was starting to slither out of my boxer briefs. "Sorry." I apologized to him and pinched the tip so it would go down. Geoff looked at it and then back to me. "I don't mind." I looked into his eyes. Trying to read what he wanted. He kissed me again on the lips. But he held it. I kissed back. He kissed harder and I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue in his. I felt his lips, his gums and his tongue. We wrestled with our tongues as our hands explored each other's bodies. He started to take the lead. He bent my head back with his hands and kissed down my throat. Geoff bit gently on my neck. He made his way down my chest nibbling on a nipple. I grabbed at his boxers and pushed them off him. His erection was beautiful, hooded and leaking as well. I started to pull on it and he stopped me. "What?" I asked in a husky voice. He slid down my stomach to my groin. "I want to do this for you." I felt a tongue on my penis. He pursed his lips and sucked on the tip for a spilt second. More precum spilled out. I thought I was going to explode right then. Geoff explored my nuts. He sucked on at a time. I started to squirm and he kept me pinned with his upper body strength. He started to like the precum off me. Soon his mouth took all of me and he was sucking with all that he was worth. I tried not to scream or gasp or moan or groan. But it was so hard. I heard the sounds of people waking up around us. Kids in a world of their own, not bothering to hear us. As the first of the tents started unzipping my back was arched and I screamed into my pillow. He had swallowed all that I had to give him. Geoff's head was on my stomach and he was milking me slowly. I was in another world. Once I had gone soft he turned around and kissed me. I kissed him back tenderly, "Thank you." I sat him on top of my chest and started sucking him off. Watching those muscles move under skin. Seeing his nuts draw closer to his body. Seeing him throw his head back and scream silently as he came. I milked him, cum still flowing out a little even after he came. We lay in bed for a few more minutes until we heard the boys wake up. They would mostly likely want to know if I would eat breakfast with them. We wiped each other off and got dressed. We left the door open to let the tent air out. I pinched Jeff's ass right before we stepped into line for breakfast. "Sleep good Andrew?" Carol asked. She was two people in front of me in line. What an odd question, I thought to myself. "Yeah. Had a little over nine hours. Should be good for today." "That's good." "How did you sleep?" I asked her. "Just fine." "Cool." I turned to Geoff and talked softly to him. "Are you excited about today?" "Yeah." He whispered back. "Is this going to be your first time?" He nodded. "You're going to be in the same raft as me. I'll make sure of that." I was going to swoop in and kiss him but I remembered where I was. Instead I ran a hand down his arm. "Was that your first time?" I whispered into his ear. "Yeah." He whispered back. "Did you like it?" "I loved it." "Would you ever do that with me again?" I asked, "Or do you have your eyes on someone else." "The only person I see is you." I looked in his face and he was dead serious. Tonight, when we had some time alone, I would have to make Geoff feel special. I smiled at him. Three more people until we were to grab a plate. For breakfast there were eggs, pancakes and bacon. I ordered two eggs sunny side up. And grabbed some bacon, bananas and strawberries. Geoff got the same and we inhaled our food. Sex works up a good appetite. We went back for thirds and were finally full. Geoff and I grabbed our swim suits and took a shower together. The showers were big enough for Geoff and I. We left one running next to us in case we heard people coming. A gravel path outside would let us know that someone was approaching. Geoff got in first and adjusted the temperature. I brought in the soap and stood in front of him. He looked up at me and smiled the smile that melted me. There were tears in his eyes and he cried. Geoff cried in my chest as the water ran over us. He sobbed on me. I stood there and ran my hands through his hair. Shushing him. "Shhh . . ." I was trying to get him into a place where he would talk, "What's wrong?" Geoffrey sobbed more. And I held him. He stopped crying and stood there with his face in my chest. "Andrew?" He asked me. "Yeah?" He placed his head under my chin. "I think I'm in love with you." I stopped stroking his hair and looked at him. "I think I've been in love with you since I first saw you at the Underground." The underground is the group that we met in. He continued, "I was watching you do the things you do. I always wanted you to hold me like you are now. I've always wanted to kiss you. And last night it just all clicked together. When I told you that I had a bad dream so I could sleep with you. When you fell asleep on me I felt perfect." Tears were welling up in my eyes. I knew he was attracted to me. He couldn't hide that. He was always hiding silently by me. But I never knew he felt like this. "Oh shit man." I coughed out my first tears. "I never knew you felt like that for me." He held me now. I couldn't stop crying. There was something that grew inside me. A warmth that washed all over me. I was kissing him over and over again. Puppy kisses all over his face. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" I asked him. He laughed, "Because I was afraid you wouldn't like me back." "Don't worry about that." There's always crying; isn't there? We kissed again and he used the soap to wash my hair and the rest of my body. I reciprocated and we spent a little more time holding each other when we heard footsteps approaching. He ran back over to the towels. I shut off the showers and grabbed the soap. I sauntered back over to the benches when Dylan walked in. His jaw dropped to the floor when he saw me standing naked in front of him. His face went red when I started drying my hair. "What's up?" He said casually. "Not much, man." I replied, "How about you? Excited to get out on the river?" "Yeah." He said, "It's going to be so cool." I moved to drying my torso. He was still undressing when I put on an ever bigger show of pulling my foreskin back and drying it. Poor Dylan, his eyes popped out of his skull. He was taking up his shirt and I saw a small bulge in his pants. Geoffrey had his eyes glued to me the whole time. And I was watching him more than anything else. He stood up also and started to dry his hair. Dylan was taking off his shorts and turned his back to us. He turned back around to us when he pulled his boxers down. There were wispy red hairs sitting on top of his groin. He was obviously in an excited stage. Geoff and I continued to dry off. I bent down in front of them and started drying my legs. I heard Dylan run off to the showers and I turned back to Geoff, who had a huge grin. We both broke out laughing. The other boys walked in as Geoff started to pull his trunks up. I sauntered over to my side of the bench and slipped on a thin grey shirt. Their eyes popped out also. It was half hard and I pulled on it once before I slipped into my board shorts. "Hey guys." I said to them. They all said hey and Geoff and I walked off after sticking our feet in our shoes. "Those boys will never be the same." I told Geoff when we had reached a bridge over a dry creek. We almost fell over laughing. "Poor Dylan." Geoff said to me. "Did you see how he was looking at us?" I asked him. "He popped wood the instant you pulled it back!" We got quiet when we came within earshot of the staff. Jordan was coming up to take a shower. "Hey guys." "Hey Jordan." Geoffrey greeted him. "Hi Jordan." Before he walked past us I asked, "Do you know when we are going up to our first part?" "Ummm . . ." He said, "In forty-five minutes." "Better hurry." I told him. We walked off and went back to the tent. I slipped on my aqua shoes. I am a veteran River Rafter. Veteran anything that has to do with water. If I could breathe in water, that's where I'd live. We talked around with the girls and the staff until it was time. Dylan, Robert and Sean came back we talked with them. They never looked at me the same again. Dylan's eyes would not leave my crotch. Maybe he was into guys. Not that I would ever like to find out. The only person I saw was Geoff. We talked about who would be in our raft. All of them would be. There was room for six in the raft. The guide would sit behind us. On the bus I asked Carol if they could all be in my raft. She didn't look like she would. "I've been River Rafting for a long time. If they fall off, if the smashes violently against a very large rock, leaving us all stranded in whitewater to fend for our own . . . I'll be the first to scoop them out of the water." I told her. "You know you can trust me." "Alright." She agreed. "Changing the subject slightly," I asked, "Who are you going to be in a raft with?" "Jordan and the outcasts. Lisa, Mark and Adam." "Have you done this before?" "Once, when I was twelve." "Did you like it?" "Yes." "You'll love it now." We smiled at each other and rode the rest of the way silently. When the bus stopped I helped the guides bring out the rafts. The boys sat around and watched me. After the rafts were unloaded they came up to me, wanting to hear the verdict. "You guys can be in the same raft as me." They all high-fived and talked excitedly. "BUT," I got their attention, "Don't screw around too much, okay? Just realize that nature is a lot more powerful than you. So respect it." They took me seriously and we strapped on our vests, I tightened theirs and my own. We were instructed to line behind a raft. Our guide was a New Zealander with lime green zinc on her lips. A pleasant woman with an interesting accent. Good humor and attitude. She'd been doing this for seven years. Cleo told us how to hold the oars. We were the last group in the water. The rapids that we were to go through were rated three at most. Medium. One is a steady stream. Two has some white water. Three are good rapids. We went through a few rapids in the beginning, nothing very hard. Everyone in our raft was smiling. Geoff was sitting on the opposite side. We stared at each other every once in a while. Talked when we were in calm water. The boys were so excited. We raced the other rafts and beat them by twenty yards. It was great. I was having so much fun. The second to last rapid we hit was the Hospital Bar, a class three rapid. We there going right towards it, rowing as hard as we could. Geoff's side wasn't pushing hard enough so we hit it at an angle. Something went awry. I heard the guide shout left. As I jumped to left, the right side dipped down and I was thrown off. I was prepared for it and I had just enough time to grab a deep breath as I was pushed under. I clenched my eyes hard and tried to orientate myself underwater. I hit the gravel and propelled myself up, breaking through it like an Orca and grabbed a look of where everything was. I remembered the places as the water grabbed me under for the second time. The current was strong, too strong for me to pull back up for a while. I held my breath as long as it took. My body wanted to grab some air. My lungs burned, they felt like they were going to implode. And I gave in. Lungs full of water and I got another breath somehow. I caught a root and pulled myself out of the water. I stood on the edge of the river, feet in the water, looking like a wet dog. Twenty feet behind me was the edge of the rapid. The raft was stopped a little bit down stream and on the opposite side. They were screaming at me. Geoff was crying. "Are you alright?" Cleo yelled to me. "WOOOO!!" I yelled across the river. "Can I do that again?" She smiled and told me to get over on that side. Inside I was shaken up. I had been under long enough for my lungs to force me to take a breath. But what was amazing was that I could breathe. What was more amazing was that I had done that before. A long time ago when I was ten I had hit the bottom of a twelve foot pool. It took me a few seconds to get to the bottom. And when I hit it took twice as long to get up. Half way up I needed to breathe and I took a breath. I was good for another twenty-four feet. Back on the raft, before I started, the guide noticed a slice my forearm. And that the top clip of my life vest was torn. My slice was bleeding a little bit but I had it stopped in under three minutes. The damage to the life vest would have to wait until the end. Making the mistake of wearing a cotton shirt, I took it off and left it in the bag that was hanging off the front of the raft. The boys looked at me like some indestructible god after that. And I felt like one. I should be passed out on the side of the river. My life vest should have been torn completely off. And my lungs should be filled with water. But I didn't have difficulty breathing. Geoff mouthed to me, "I love you" before we hit the last rapid. Back on land Carol had to see for herself that I was not injured and that nothing was broken. She took three passes before I finally batted her away. "I'm fine!" I told her, "I'm still alive." She took one look at me and said, "You're crazy." "You only say that because you wanted to be thrown off a raft too." I told her. She playfully punched me in the arm and we all loaded into the bus. I didn't even notice the gash again until Jordan gave me anti-bacterial cream and gauze dressing. I took them on to appease him, but had plans of taking them off during the night. I started to clean the wound when Geoff grabbed my arm. "Let me." He said. I subtly rubbed his arm and agreed. He took the alcohol and cleaned the wound. Never once did we lose eye contact. Wrapping my forearm was sensual. Slowly stretching the gauze over my skin. Keeping it wrapped with pieces of medical tape. He quickly tweaked a nipple before he walked up the aisle. When he came back I was in a state of arousal. I wanted him there on the bus. But he didn't respond to me. In fact he giggled at me. So I gave him a little show. The boys across from use were sticking their heads out of the window. I took Geoffrey's hand and placed it on my erection. He squeezed it through the fabric and I could just see his hear rate going. Watching the kids across the aisle I pulled it out. He started playing with it. Making it leak. We pulled into the stretch of road just before our site. I noticed this but Geoff was entranced in his work. A tree branch scraped against the right side of the bus and I took that opportunity to put it away and pinch it. In between I had wiped the precum on my fingers and rubbed it on his. He lifted his finger to his lips and a small wet spot formed on his trunks. I smiled and winked at him when the bus pulled in. There was a large lump in his shorts when we stopped. He was behind me in the line to get out and was pressing his erection against my backside. Dylan was in front of me pressing his backside against my bulge. I tried not to notice this. When I was out on the ground Dylan looked at me. He had the look in his eyes that Geoff had when I asked him to tent with me. Dylan wanted me to "tent" with him. The boys gathered around me and both Dylan and Geoff were lost from my view. Geoff went off to the bathroom while Dylan simply went down the hill. "Did it hurt when you fell of?" Robert asked. "Yeah." I answered. "Man, I saw that- you, like, FLEW off!" Sean chimed in. "Did you slit your arm open?" Robert asked again. "Nope." I said. "How did you stay under so long?" Sean asked. "I held my breath. Believe me, it was hard." I told them. "Can I see your cut?" Robert asked. I was hoping they would ask me. The bandages were getting annoying. I ripped off the bandaged and wiped the antibacterial goo off. It was already a scab. A long gash long my forearm in the shape of a wave. "Cool." Robert. "Wow." Sean. Geoff hadn't come back yet. "I think I am going to go for a shower and get all of this cleaning crap off of me." "Me too." Robert and Sean both said. They followed me down to where I grabbed another pair of clothes and the towel. Dylan saw what I was doing and instantly grabbed his towel. We caught Geoff coming back up the hill. "Wait for me." I told him, "I'll be back soon." "Alright," Geoff said back. "Maybe you can help me find more injuries." I told him. He blushed and continued walking. I stripped when I had gotten to the changing area. I inspected my body for any other injuries. There was a cut along my right side. The boys were watching me do this. They hadn't said a thing since I had undressed. Dylan came forward and ran a finger seductively down my side. "Cool." There was another scrape from my inside knee to a few inches close to my groin. Dylan was on his knees to look at this one. I could feel his warm breath on my penis. I grew to half-mast. "I'll be this one hurt." He said as he looked up between my legs. "Actually," I said, "I don't remember getting any of them." I turned on the shower to where I remembered it being when Geoff and I were under it. The boys were still in their suits when I walked back to get my soap. "Com'on boys. Aren't you gonna shower?" I asked them playfully. I spent some extra time setting out my clothes and towel to watch them strip. They were all aroused. Dylan was the largest out of all of them a little behind me. I noticed that Sean was uncut. Each of them looked at each other and then to me. I grabbed my soap and led the tribe of naked boys back to the showers. These were showers separated by heavy Army tarp, front and side. So, one could move the tarp over for more room. A salamander was in mine. Which didn't bug me much. I just made sure not to step on it. Halfway through lathering up my hair I hear the tarp moving. I turn around to see Dylan coming in, leading with his penis. "What are you doing?" I whispered to him. He answered by grabbing at me. I pulled away. "Dylan, this can't happen." "Why not?" "Because you can't. I don't feel comfortable with you doing this." I stayed soft. "Please?" "No. I can't. Get Robert to do it with you." I told him, "I'm sure you two do it together all the time." His face turned red but he persisted. He finally grabbed hold of my penis. What there was to grab. I pushed him on his ass now. "No, Dylan." I said firmly. "Not with me." Tears welled up in his eyes and he left. Seconds later I heard the water shut off and wet feet stamp off. I finished washing off the rest of myself and got dressed. The other guys were right behind me. Once we were dressed I pulled Robert aside. "I know about you and Dylan." I told him. Robert flushed, "He told you?!" I kept him from running off and beating Dylan. "You need to do something with him tonight. He came into my shower and that's all that I am going to tell you." Robert looked at me sideway. "Do you ever do it with guys." "I used to." I lied. "Okay." And we walked on. The instant I got into my tent Geoff mauled me with kisses. "I was so worried about you." He kissed me. "I thought you were going to die." He took off my shirt. "I thought I would never see you again." He pulled off my shorts. "I thought I would never get to do this again." Geoff pulled out my penis and licked the side of it. I jumped. He pulled off my underwear. At this time I noticed he was naked. He went down on me and started sucking like it was his last time. I turned around and started sucking him too. We looked like two dying fish on our sleeping bags sucking and trying to get as much of each other as we could into our mouths. Every once in a while we would make a loud slurp. In the next tent I could hear kissing and rubbing. Geoffrey started sucking harder and I could tell he was close. I sucked harder in return and played with his anus. He moaned on my cock and I got my finger inside. I flicked it around and sucked harder until Geoff started bucking. I was rewarded for my efforts. Though not as much as if he were older. And quickly after him I deposited his finder's fee. He turned around and we were face to face. We kissed and snuggled for an hour. Neither on of us went to sleep. Though we felt like we had when the dinner bell rang. We sat up, still in each other's arms; trying to balance with our upper body strength. We check ourselves for signs that we had done anything and put our clothes on. Geoffrey quickly re-wrapped my arm with the med kit that I had in my bag. It had most of what EMT's carry around. Save a defibrillator. It weighed about twelve pounds on it's own. In line I was greeted by applause and a steak. "To the survivor." Cleo presented it on me and then put it back on the counter. She was going to give a speech. "I have never seen anyone stay under for that long. We thought you were dead. I was almost sure of it. Then we see you hop out like a giant fish and take a breath. That's when we knew you were okay." She looked at everyone and held my shoulders against her for emphasize, "This kid is amazing. You hardly have any bruises on you or cuts. And, for that . . . we give you this steak. For excellence in river rafting and being a SURVIVOR!!" She gave me the steak knife and the plate. "Speech, speech, speech!!" Everyone yelled. My face turned red. I had to think up something quick. Project your voice, make things fit. "I don't want any of you to EVER try that. When I got thrown over I almost pissed myself. But I wouldn't have noticed if I did anyway." Laughter. Oh my god, I just made a really bad joke. "When I heard Cloe shouting for left I was trying to jump over. But got dumped. The water was really wicked and I was trying to keep my head above water but I couldn't. So, I just held my breath for as long as I could and tried to hang in there. I knew I had to breathe and my feet hit a stump so I used it to jump through the water and get some air. Everything after that was just the water grabbing me and pushing me and all I had was a root to hang on to. That's when you guys saw me get out. Hope you guys don't tell my parents I was being stupid." They all clapped and I sat down. Why was I being made out to be a hero? Although I felt like I had only spent a totally of a minute underwater. They were telling me it was more like four or five. I gobbled my steak up and had eight glasses of water. "How can you drink that stuff?" Carol asked me. "You just got out of it." "Are you kidding?!" I looked at her like she was crazy. "I breathe the stuff." "You must. If you stayed under that long." Something came over me. "Carol, can I go over to the end of the road and think for a while." Please buy the "I just go through a trauma" look. "Are you sure?" She looked at me critically. "Yeah." I told her. "Don't worry. "Take someone with you." She told me. I saw Geoff behind her hoff down the rest of his food. "Want to go?" I asked him. "Sure." I put his plate away and we ran to the tent. "What are we doing?" He was confused. I turned around and kissed him off center. "We're going to go to the end of the road. Where we were yesterday. And I am going to write. You are going to be in my arms." I turned around a rummaged for my red flashlight, pen and paper. Geoff grabbed a blanket and we marched out of the site of the rest of the camp. We sat closer to the water on a large rock. The reached two inches above one side. Geoff laid out the blanket and we sat against another rock. The sun was going to set in an hour. I put my flashlight above me on another rock and sat Geoff in my lap. Looking over his shoulder I sat there with the paper. With him there I wrote an epic poem about love between two boys. They find each other in a dark cellar in St. Helena (next to Calistoga). They play hide and seek. Russ and Quinn make friends. They are friends for their lives. One day, in a fraternity, they come out to each other. Drunk as skunks and needing release of the secrets they had both been hiding from each other they share their feelings for another boy. Quinn asks if the other boy is him and they fall into a deep love. Living happily after. It was dark when I snapped out of it. Geoff had been holding the night light. He had been reading it. His neck turned and our eyes connected. A kiss. Geoff turned around on my lap and was facing me now. He held my face and kissed me. I kissed back. My mind zoned. The feeling of Geoffrey kissing and the sound of the rushing water combined. This was the greatest kiss that I have ever had. A twig snapped behind us. We stopped instantly and looked towards the sound. Dylan was standing over us. His eyes were glassy as he watched us. There was a seconds hesitation before he ran off. I gently put Geoff down and took off for Dylan. I caught him a couple of yards away from eye line of the camp. A hand went over his mouth and I carried him back. "Dylan," I said to him, "Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you. We're going to talk when we come back to Geoff." "I don't want to!" He shouted through my hand. "Why not?" I asked Dylan. "I hate him!" "How can you hate him? He was one of your best pals today." "I hate him!" "Is it because of what you saw he and I doing?" I was carrying him on my shoulder in a firefighter's hold. We looked at each other as we talked. Dylan was silent. "Talk to me, Dylan." "Maybe." "Maybe?" "I guess." "What's wrong with Robert?" I asked. "He doesn't do the things that I want to do." Dylan said, "Like, I got him into sucking but he never wants to give me one anymore." I knew what that was like. That happened with me and Austin, a boy from my school. We started out jacking off and then progressed into blowjobs. But he wouldn't go any farther. I wondered if Robert was a descendant of a boy I once fooled around with. "That's something that you and Robert have to work out." I put him down and kneeled before him. He looked at me. His eyes were so sad. I felt as if I was no longer looking at Dylan. Rather, I was looking at Dylan's soul. Rittled by despair and thoughts of unworth. "Dylan," I said to him, "I love you man. But I love you like a brother. I want to see you go the best ways in life that you can. And I want to help you choose them. I don't think that becoming your lover will help you get very many places." "Yeah." Hoarse and quiet. "Alright." Dylan turns to walk off. "Dylan?" I reached out for his attention. "You're a great boy. And you're going to make someone very happy one day." I kissed him on his forehead and sent him off. Walking back to Geoff, I wondered if what I said was right. If I had neutralized the situation as best as I could. Then I wondered if he would treat Geoff differently. After that I wondered if he would treat me differently. From there, my mind ran off with scenarios until I reached Geoff. Geoffrey regarded me with concern as I came up to him. "Did you catch him?" He asked urgently. I nodded, "Yeah. I talked to him too." "What did you say?" "That's kind of personal." I told Geoff, "But he understands what's going on and won't tell anyone." Geoff and I walked back to the campfire. The kids were just about to make s'mores. The guys flocked around me and we talked about that day. Talked about my "battle wounds". We sat around roasting marsh mellows. Robert and Sean played in the fire- setting them afire. The marsh mellows; not each other. I spaced out watching the flaming mass of . . . whatever marsh mellows are made out of. Soon, the leaders put out the fire and it was time to go to bed. We walked slowly to our tents and got into our sleeping bags. There was no residue from the soda Geoffrey spilt. But we still had our sleeping bags zipped together. I spooned Geoff and he let out a contented sigh. We fell asleep that way. I woke up first in the morning. It was 6:48 and I had to take a leak. Geoff stirred little as I left him for the bathrooms. Jordan had just finished taking a shower and was now drying off. "Hey Jordan." I greeted the naked man. "Hey Andrew." The man replied, "You're up early." "Yeah . . ." I began to enter the bathroom, "Bathroom." "See you at breakfast then." He let me to my business. Geoffrey was helping with breakfast when I came down from the bathroom. Plates and bowls cover the counters. I was captivated by the green of the lettuce used in the omelets and the orange of the bell peppers. I spent a few minutes coming closer and watching them cook. Spinach was being steamed. I remembered being underwater. Breathing it. No one noticed me. "Hey Andrew!" He announced my presence. I was running on quiet mode, just watching everyone and making mental notes. Geoffrey's intrusion surprised me. "Hi Geoff," I snapped out of wherever I was, "What's up?" "Making breakfast." Geoffrey said again. "Hey Guy!" Cleo said, "Howzit?" "Going good." Replied, "Ready for another day." "That's great." She set down her glass; "We're going to be going to a more difficult part of the river now." "Rock on." More! I screamed in my head, More! I sat down and rested my head on my arms. It was then that I realized that my pits smelled bad. Excusing myself, I grabbed my shower kit and a towel and headed up to the showers. The showers were empty. I turned on the shower and waited for the water to get warm. Ah . . . alone time. My mind recapped the last 24 hours for me. I wondered if today would be a repeat performance. If it was or not, I was going to get on that raft and have fun. I got out and put on my swimsuit and the shirt I wore yesterday. The bell rang a minute or so before I decided to leave the showers. The girls were still in the showers next door. I grabbed my omelet and sat with Geoffrey and the boys. We talked about how cool it was going to be today. I was totally psyched. No one could understand why. Yesterday, I had fallen off- was catapulted off- a river raft. Today, I wanted to go on that same river raft on that same river. Made perfect sense to me. There was an hour of free time after breakfast. I took that time to treat Geoffrey to a good time. We sat together on the bus; Robert and Dylan sat with each other on the opposite side of us. Sean was in front of them. Once off the bus I helped everyone with their PFD's and strapped my own tight. Cleo came around to check that mine wasn't going anywhere. On the water we started towards the first rapid, Bone Masher. It was a pretty steep drop into whiter water splashing off rocks. I wasn't too scared. Although I did yell with everyone else as we hit it. On the next one, Royal Headache, we spun around in the middle of it to Cleo's instruction. We were doing well, no one had fallen off. We ran through a few more rapids until it was time for lunch. Lunch was on a rocky shore. We had ham and cheese sandwiches. I climbed cliffs with Robert until the counselors yelled at us. We walked back to the rafts and waited until we loaded up again. The next rapid was the, Blood Drive. It was a wall of water. It hit the nose of our raft the two people were thrown from the boat. Sean and Geoffrey. "Fuck!" I yelled as I looked back and saw them bob to the surface. A large splash hit me and knocked me off balance. I leaned to the center of the boat and paddled out when Cleo told us to. Geoff and Sean were panicking. My heart leaped up to my throat. I quickly swallowed it and my emergency nerves kicked in. "Keep your feet up!" I yelled to them. Neither one listened, they kept yelling for help. We were now moving towards the bank as the river was still choppy. "PUT YOUR FUCKING FEET UP!!" I growled at them. Instantly, they were floating on their backs, still scared as hell. "Steer yourself over this way." I told them. Two wet boys came towards the boat. They had a hard time hanging on to the PFD's steering and keeping their faces over the water. They were still in the middle of the current and an eddy hit them. Sean and Geoff were swept down river, past us. Cleo had me push off and we went after them. Sean was trying to swim against the current. "Sean, don't swim against it. We'll be there in a second." I yelled down to him. A new rapid was fifty feet off. "HARDER!" Cleo said over the roars of the next rapid. This was going to be close. We were now 15 feet away from the rapid, closing in on Sean and Robert who were five feet out of my reach. The problem was that were going as fast as the current and barely keeping up. Dylan and Robert were on the opposite side of me, paddling as hard as they could to offset the power of my strokes. We were finally catching up. I reached over the nose of the raft and held out the handle of my oar to Sean, the closest boy. He grabbed on to it and I pulled him in. I threw him in by his vest. We were two feet away from Geoff and Seven feet away from the rapid. The rapid was almost lapping at Geoff's heels as I pulled him in. He landed on top of me when I pulled him in. A quick kiss was shared between us before we jumped up and took our positions. Madness and The Shark's Jaw were the last rapids of the day. Cleo didn't say anything about the kiss. Sean looked at me strangely for the calm parts during the rest of the day. No one from the neighboring rafts had seen the kiss. And no one from our raft would talk about it. They just saw me take charge and hoist the kids up. There was a buzz around me and people were congratulating me. Sean was distant from all of it. "Woo!" Sarah came up to me and patted me on the back. "That was fun, huh?" "Yeah." I agreed, "It totally kicked!" We loaded the bus and road to the campsite. Unloading I shared a howl of triumph with all of the guys. Sean disappeared. Geoff and I went to our tent. I moved to get my shower kit and a new shirt. Geoff sweep kicked me by surprise. In a split second, he was on top of me. "You jerk!" He said. "How come you didn't save me first?" "Because he was closer." I told him. "So, that doesn't mean you should pick him over your boyfriend." Geoffrey was getting hard. He obviously wasn't serious. I laughed and bucked my hips into his. Geoffrey replied by bucking harder into mine, catching my by surprise. His bulge brushed against mine and I responded by wrapping him in my arms and pushing back. We lay there, him on top of me, grinding for a few minutes. Each grind became harder. Every moan was less easy to control. I flipped him over on his back and was now on top of him, dry humping him. My cock felt like it would bust out of my shorts. The netting inside them was killing me. I came forward and kissed him. Geoffrey took this time to slip out of his swim shorts. I pulled mine down. He looked up at me, his eyes big and hopeful. How could I not do this? I grabbed the condom and the lube that I had hidden deep inside my bag and lubed up my finger. I swooped down and kissed him while I snaked my finger between his checks and applied pressure on his anus. He replied by pushing forward and swallowing my finger. I was surprised at how easily my finger slid in. I moved farther in and hit his prostate. Geoffrey's penis twitched hard against his stomach. I found that I didn't need to start with one finger and graduating him two. In the warm recesses of Geoffrey's buns my fingers went. He whimpered softly, a high pitched whimper. His balls came in towards his body more. I stopped what I was doing and went on to unrolling the condom on my penis. Geoff lay in a world of ecstasy. I came back to him and pressed the head of my cock to his anus. He moaned and I pushed past his sphincter. He yelped and clamped on to my cock. The warmth swarmed around me. It felt like a nice 98.6 degree bath. "You okay?" I asked him. "Yeah," He said, "Just haven't done this before." I let him adjust with the head in. And then I slowly inched in; some erotic torture. I was used to jacking off fast, cumming and wiping off. This was inch by inch, mind-blowing friction. It was all of my energy not to scream out in pleasure. Finally, I had my nut pressing against his ass; I was all the way in. A few more seconds and I started to pump in and out. Slow and deliberate. The pleasure was all I could focus on. I saw Geoffrey underneath me with his head thrown back, silently wailing in pleasure. I played with his cock as I rammed in and out of him. It wasn't anymore than five or six strokes that his balls were against his body and he was shooting on to his chest. With every squirt, the muscles in his ass clenched. By his last shot. I had started coming. I drove in one last time, as hard as I could and held it. My cock expanded and I started shooting. I grabbed my towel and put on it as hard as I could to stop from screaming. The only sounds we made were muffled grunts. And then the wet slap of when I collapsed on Geoff's body. My sweat mixed with his. I rolled off him and lay next to him, feeling that the heat between our bodies was too much for me to handle. This is then that I noticed our panting. The light bouncing off a rock on our side cast a wonderful glow over Geoff's body. He turned over and we studied each other on our sides. There were beads of sweat on Geoffrey's brow. Geoff covered us up with our sleeping bag. We slept. We woke up at five. We had slept for an hour. The sounds of the camp were all around is. "Andrew!" One of the boys was calling me. I needed to get dressed quickly. Geoffrey was already awake. He had woken me up. I put my legs through my shorts, forgetting about underwear and stuff on a new shirt and got out of my tent. I did this carefully, so no one would see the state of nakedness that Geoff was still in. Sean was waiting for me outside of the tent. He saw Geoff naked. "Hey Sean." I said breathlessly. He regarded me with a sideways glance. "Hey Andrew. You wanna to go walking or something? "Sure." I walked along with him to the opposite direction of where Geoff and I had spent so much time. "Thanks for your help out today." Sean was civil. "Oh . . ." I looked around. I don't know why, "No problem." "No," He looked me in the eyes; "You really helped me out a lot. I thought, maybe, I might not have had enough energy to even float. But when you grabbed me out of that water I got it all back." "The water was pretty cold today. I don't blame you for feeling worn out." I laughed, "But I'm sure you got a workout trying to go against the flow, eh?" "Yeah, Geoff just started floating down when you told him to." It became uncomfortable. I decided to break the ice. In the sleeping bag with Geoff is where I wanted to be. And the only way to make this fast was to address the issue head on. "You saw, the kiss didn't you." My turn to look him in the eyes. Sean nodded. "You surprised? Glad? Disappointed? Angry?" He let that question sink in. I sat on a bench. Sean sat across from me. I watched him in thought. He was probably already fooling around with Robert. If he was fooling around with Dylan, I would already know about it. Sean may be the reason that Dylan isn't getting any play. "I just thought you were straight." He laughed out of desperation: a search for words. "I mean . . . you always act so straight. You're a guy like everyone else. I never thought you would be a fa- " "Watch it with the 'F' word." I warned him. "Sorry." "So does that mean you don't like me anymore?" I asked him. "No, man. You're still cool." Silence. I continued looking at the river behind him. In my peripheral I took note of him preparing something else to ask me. "So . . ." He stumbled through what he planned. "Are you and Geoff . . . a couple or something?" "Yeah." I was frank, "Tell anyone else and you're dead." Sean took that more seriously than I thought he would. I laughed. "Just don't tell anyone, man. You're not dead now." He lightened up. "So, how did you find out that you were gay?" "I woke up one morning, went to school, took one look at the boy sitting across the room and I said 'Damn he's hot!'." Sean giggled. A bird stirred in its nest, making a branch fall a few feet away from me. "Can fooling around with another guy make you gay?" "Nope. Not in the least." I told him. "A lot of guys fool around. I'm surprised that you and the other two aren't fooling around." He blushed. My watch beeped, telling me that it was time to go. "Well, I'm going to go back and see if anyone needs any help with dinner." Walking back through camp, Sean met up with Dylan, Robert and Geoff. It looked like Dylan and Geoff were okay again. Or, at least, they were being civil to each other. Jordan and Carol were laughing at one of the benches. "Hey." I greeted them "Hey Andrew." Carol greeted me. "What's up?" "Not much." I told them, "Just wondering if you guys need help with dinner." "Yeah." Jordan said. "You could chop vegetables and all of that when we get started." "No problem." I sat down beside them. "So your count is up to three now." Carol said. "Three what's?" I asked. "Of people flipped off your raft, people you've saved and steaks you should get." Carol told me. I laughed that one off. "I can't believe these people would carry steaks." "We carry them for the higher paying adventures." Aaron, on the of guides, chimed in. "Oh." I said. "We sometimes give them to the people that have taken a really nasty spill and still don't need hospitalization." He told me. "That would be me." "Yep." Aaron set out six steaks. "We also give them to the group that works together the best. This weekend; it's your group." "Rock on." I said. "I'm helping with dinner." "Cool, well . . ." He went into the supply shed and brought out onions, carrots, garlic and potatoes. "Slice the potatoes and chop everything else. The garlic needs to be really fine." "Alright." I affirmed what he said. I got to chopping and slicing ingredients to be used in the last dinner of the trip. We seasoned the steaks and let them marinade. The dinner was a potato casserole. Really good. With that there was a salad with dressing choices. And then fruit punch, milk and water. Fruit punch mixed by me to be sure that it was not watered down. I started to shut down, thinking that this was the end of our trip. I was really starting to get used to being in this environment. The river really kicked ass. Before dinner was the announcement of the group with the best camaraderie. We all ate and were marry. When dinner was over, the sun was gone. A storm system was moving in from the west. The air was staring to get cold. I got to my tent and put on some pants and my sweatshirt. Someone called me again when I was putting my shoes back on. I hurried through the knot and came out of my tent. It was carol. "You wanted me?" I came to her. She looked at me, "Do you think it's a good idea to start a fire tonight?" "I think it'll be okay. The rain probably won't come until well after lights out." I told her. Once again, she put me in charge of the fire. It was my aim, then, to make this the best fire. "Robert, Dylan, Sean and Geoff," I called them, "Front and center." They came to me. "What's up?" Asked Dylan, there was a large smile on his face. "We're going to have another fire tonight." I told them, "And to make this one good, I need you each to get three big pieces of wood." The pack of boys started combing the area for some good wood. I went over to the fire pit and cleaned it out. I restacked the rocks around it to make a wider circumference and added more rocks from up the hill (wet rocks can explode) to make the pit deeper. The girls played in the early twilight as the boys came with small logs to give me. I set the logs up cabin style. Soon, I had the last campfire built. The leaders came down and gave me some matches. I lit the fire. Slowly, the fire grew. From a spark and the smell of sulfur to pine needles and dried grass catching small sticks. The small stick caught the logs. The fire grew to my height as more of the logs caught. The boys and I sat on a log farthest from the fire and watched it. The girls were blabbing about something or another. And the leaders were talking amongst themselves. We sat shoulder-to-shoulder feeling close. Not really having anything to say. My eyes were glued on the fire. Inside, I was running through all of what had happened, again. Thoughts of Geoff ran through my head. Geoff and Dylan. I ran my finger along Geoff's back unconsciously. Geoff crossed his legs, ankle on knee. My hand drew back across his back to me. Almost there, it laced its fingers with his. We looked into each other's eyes. Not here, I thought. Definatly not appropriate. We would get yelled at. Soon, it was lights out. Forty-five minutes without anyone on the log saying anything. And now, we were walking silently to our tents. I still hadn't taken a shower. Nor had Geoff. "I'm going to take a shower." I announced to the group. And then quietly to Geoff, "Would you like to come with me?" Geoffrey smiled. We walked up to the showers. No one else was around. They had all showered and gone to the bathroom. The rest of the camp was ready to sleep. There was a blip on my internal radar right before I turned to go into the showers. So, instead, I turned completely around and was face to face with Dylan. "Hey Dylan." I greeted him. "Gonna take a shower too?" "Yeah." He looked up at me and smiled. "Okay," I smiled, "Com'on." Geoff had stripped when Dylan and I walked upon him. He looked at us surprised. He was hard. I can't remember what happened next. But I do remember that it was Dylan who approached him first. And I was the one who he began to touch. From there, it was any of our guys as to who had who. That night, Sean and Robert slept in their own sleeping bags. Dylan told them that he was going to hang out with us. On the way home, I didn't say much. There was nothing to be said. Geoff sat with me. We were happier than before. Dylan was with Robert and Sean again. Geoff and I slept most of the way back under his sleeping bag. We only got up for lunch and when one of the girls wanted our CD's. I'm not back home yet. I'll tell you what happens when we get there. -------------------------- Sit back and sigh contentedly. You are doing exactly what I did when I realized that I had finished this NOVELA!! Send me some feedback at th380y@th380y.net You can also go to my website Http://www.VoteFromTheRooftops.org