The Canadian Connection by ovdoc

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The Chance Meeting

The whole thing started in the summer of sixty three. Yes, I said sixty three, so if you are a youngun, this story is ancient history to you. If you’re not a youngun, it’s probably still unbelievable, but hopefully it’ll still be worth reading. Is it true? We both know it would be illegal if it was true, so let’s say it’s based on truth, but only the legal parts.

I was still in my late twenties, and in pretty good shape. I was also a scout program director who was popular with both boys and leaders. On this particular weekend, I was camping with a troop at a state park at the beach on the east coast stateside. There was about twenty boys and several leaders in our group. We had arrived at the camp on a Friday afternoon. The campground was packed.

After we had set up camp, we cut the boys loose to go to the beach. It was what they had been looking forward to. It was hot. The water was very attractive. The leaders went along to watch them.

That was when another group of boys playing in the water somehow started mingling with our group. Pretty soon the boys had started a game of water tag. It was hard to tell which boys were ours and which ones weren’t. I suspected the other boys were another scout group, but was curious. They talked strangely different. I thought maybe they were from out of state, probably from up north. They were also more polite around adults. They were different.

A husky man about mid thirty seemed to be in charge of them. He had noticed we were watching the group as was he, so he walked up to us and introduced himself as a scout leader from Canada visiting the area. Of course, we responded that we were a scout local scout group spending a weekend at the beach. Pretty soon, we were talking scouting and curious about program differences and such. I invited the Canadian group to join us for dinner. Nothing fancy. Just grilled burgers and some southern cooking. They accepted, but on the condition that we would join them the following day. We also agreed to joint campfires each night.

I was about to find out there were some definite differences between the two programs. The first came when the boys were called back to camp to get the meal ready. We explained to our boys that the other group was Canadian. Some had already discovered that. We also let them know that we had invited our new friends to join us for dinner. We needed the boys to shower and prepare for our new guests. No problem. They were anxious to show off our southern cooking skills, and were soon off to shower where they again met most of the Canadian boys, who had been told they were eating with a local scout group.

The next time the boys met was at the meal. The Canadians had changed into their formal scout uniforms for the occasion. They looked really good, but we were definitely not ready for that. Our boys were casually dressed and looked a lot more comfortable. I talked to Jack, their leader explaining that we had not intended a formal dinner. Jack responded that he had trained his boys to always be proper when in another country. We agreed to abide by their protocol, but would agree on dress before each event. We also served fried chicken, but had to explain that fried chicken was eaten by hand. It was a tradition. His boys loved that. They also loved the chicken. Jack jokingly explained that we were spoiling his boys. Potato salad and cole slaw were also big hits along with the burgers and hot dogs. A messy, but happy group of Canadian boys stretched out on the ground around a spirited and happy camp fire. Formal was out. Southern hospitality was in.

By Sunday, we were all just one group of happy campers. The boys spent all of their time and activities together. The leaders discussed plans to continue our new friendship. That job became a lot easier when we discovered the Canadians were staying in the states for the coming week, and were going to visit the local historical attractions. When I suggested we could arrange to show them around, my scouts jumped at the chance. By Sunday afternoon, we had arranged for each of the fifteen Canadians to spend a few days with a host family locally. During that time, we would arrange for them to visit some of the local attractions. Our scouts would go along with them to add some local friendship (and get our own boys to show some pride in our heritage).

I invited Jack and his twelve year old nephew to stay at my house. I had an older southern style house. Not all that fancy, but large with a wide front porch, a big yard, and several bedrooms. I lived alone, and was prepared to take several boys just in case we didn’t come up with homes for them. Instead, all of the other Canadian boys got “host homes”, and a few families not involved in the campout wanted to know if they could host a scout. I couldn’t believe the popularity of the idea. I had a number of business leaders jump in and host a dinner for everyone. I had leaders calling on friends to provide food, entertainment, transportation, etc. I even had the local newspaper ask if they could do a story on the scout exchange program. My office wanted to know why this program had not been approved, and why they knew nothing about it. It’s popularity quickly won support and approval when the national office gave it’s approval and congratulations on our success.

The program got a lot more personal to me the first night Jack and his nephew, Junior, moved in as my guests. I showed each to their room so they could get comfortable. We had been busy with introductions, a dinner, and meetings to plan activities during their stay. Since it was getting late, I suggested we shower, then chat before turning in.

As I mentioned, my house was an older home, so I had one large bath for all three bedrooms. Each of us took our turn in the shower. Each dressed for the night after the shower. Jack came back into the living room wearing pajamas and a robe. He was a chubby person who seemed to be self conscious about his appearance. I wore a tee and a pair of shorty pjs. Junior came back wearing a tee and some boxer shorts that were a little tight on him.

Jack didn’t stay long. He excused himself after a short chat saying he was really tired. Junior was pleased to be allowed to stay up with me, and plopped down on a sofa facing my recliner. He was slender and maybe a little tall for his age, but had brown hair and a beautiful smile. He laid back on the sofa with his legs spread open. I could see up one of his legs all the way to his crotch. He had a two inch dicklet and his balls had just started sprouting. There was no indication of any pubes showing.

We watched TV as we chatted. I tried hard not to stare at his goodies. I was certain he knew I was looking, but didn’t seem concerned. When he saw me looking, he gave me the warmest smile and continued chatting as if he expected me to be interested. He even scooted up until his little pecker was visibly peeking through the open fly in his shorts. It appeared to be stiff. That not only got my attention, it caused me to become erect also. I scooted up in the recliner so that my dick was about half way exposed.

Junior was very interested. He made no pretense not to look. And I made no pretense that I didn’t like boys. His seductive come-on told me he knew what he was doing. We were now coming out to each other. That doesn’t take a lot of chat. The right moves and a smile are all it takes to lead to the next move.

I got up, offered him a drink, went to the kitchen, returned with a soda, and sat down next to Junior on the sofa.

As I handed him the cold drink, I placed a hand on the thigh nearest me gently sliding my fingers along the inside of the thigh up to his shorts. Junior didn’t move. He just looked up at me with an impish smile accepting the drink. He glanced down at the uncut stiff now about three inches long. It still peaked out of his jammies. The head was partially exposed. The foreskin had drawn back. He sipped on his drink as I gently massaged his thigh slowly edging closer and closer to his goodies.

When I reached his tiny little balls and started feeling them up through the jammies, he sat the drink down and stopped me long enough to slide the jammies off. I took this opportunity to slide off his tee shirt leaving him nude. I also took off my undies. We were both nude. Both of us were smiling. Time for a little fun before sleep.

Junior lay on his stomach on the sofa, his head in my lap, while he felt and played with my dick and my balls. They were large, but not huge as size goes, but they were big to him. As if he was afraid his uncle might hear us, he remained silent, After allowing me to rub my hands along his back and his buns to relax him, he lay his head on my tummy just above the head of my dick. His tongue reached out for a taste. Then for a tongue bath. Then he slowly began the task of engorging the head and the shaft, still letting the tongue do most of the work. He was good, really good. This boy had definitely been trained to please. He didn’t need encouragement (although I was more than willing to help him swallow more).

After engulfing more than half of the shaft, he began to bob up and down on the seven inch thick tool. He was in no hurry. He wanted to please. Each time he pulled back to the head, he would pause to lick and nurse the head. This was driving me bananas. I would start to arch upward to push more of the shaft deep inside his warm receptor. My desire to take over overcame his expert massage. I held his head in my hands as I began meeting his rhythm and was pushing the shaft deeper into his throat. The need to pop a load became urgent. I could feel my balls leaping and drawing tight against the base of the nail hard shaft. Junior seemed to know I was ready. He made no effort to pull off. Nor did he seem to be anxious. He paused long enough to move between my legs by kneeling on the carpet. I didn’t think at the time that he knew what he was doing. I just plunged deep inside his lips into his throat until I felt the throbbing and ecstacy as I repeatedly shot my load. Junior continued to swallow rapidly without losing one single drop. Only after I had unloaded did he or I let go. As my dick slowly began to soften, I pulled back. Junior eased back also. It was done.

I returned the favor by laying him on his back and engulfing his stiffy and his balls for a tongue bath. I never backed off until Junior went into convulsions. He was really humping and moaning as his dry orgasm rocked his body.

Only then did he explain that he wanted to do that. He and his uncle had been having oral sex for about a year, but Junior was not active with him. He said he thought his uncle was not attractive to him. Both he and his uncle had sex with other boys. It was his idea to come on to me. He liked my body. He was sure his uncle knew he was wanting to play with me, but they had not talked about it. Junior somehow knew I would play with him. Gaydar? I don’t know.

I picked him up and carried him to my room. There we spent the night together, cuddling, blowing, and caressing each other. It wasn’t long before Junior was scooting back against my forever hard dick. He would moan and purr as my dickhead slid up and down the valley between his buns. I tested him out by wetting my middle finger and trying to enter him. He allowed it, and was still relaxed as I probed for his prostate. I found it and worked a second finger in. Junior whispered softly that he was ready. I was more than ready. I paused long enough to lube up, then once again slid into position behind him. He gasped a little as I slowly opened him up. Once in, I took my time working it all the way in. After resting a moment, I again found his favorite spot and got him so worked up, he was whispering love words as his body made love to my dick. He knew how to squeeze and massage the shaft as I slid in and out. It wasn’t long before I had to get my rocks off. I was pounding away, loving the way we were making each other very happy. By the time my shaft started blowing it’s load, I wasn’t sure who was milking who. I didn’t even care. I didn’t want the orgasm to ever stop. I don’t think he did either. When I did finish, both of us were exhausted. Junior had also orgasmed, but no juice. We were both wet with sweat. We were both melded together. Even as my shaft began to soften, I held it deep inside him. I don’t remember when it came out. The two of us dozed off happily, probably still floating in outer space. It was one of those times when both of us felt like this was the only way it should be. Junior had been trained to please. I had returned the favor.

We repeated our love song when I woke early the next morning. After that, we decided to shower together. Once again, I entered him as we washed up. Junior wasn’t doing this because he had been put up to it. He was having fun. I knew he had been doing it for awhile. He admitted he and his uncle had sex, adding that he got to do stuff and go places other kids only dreamed of. His uncle liked to take him along. He had also had sex with other boys. So had his uncle.

 When Jack joined us, we were still in our undies getting breakfast on in the kitchen. The three of us were also a lot more relaxed and friendly, but not exposed or overly affectionate out of respect. Jack was jovial and friendly. I would find out later he knew his nephew had “fancied” me. He also knew to let him have his way. Now Jack knew I was a boy lover. We did not have to pretend to be straight. Junior made it clear he had enjoyed my attentions during the night. I got the feeling that Jack wasn’t to happy about Junior sleeping with me, but was smart enough to keep that quiet.

We met up with the others to board a bus for our first tour of a local military base. The boys loved it. Junior mixed in with his friends, but made sure they knew he and I were now friends. That bothered me at first. Jack ignored it, but I’m sure he was pleased that I was edgy and confused that Junior was maybe causing my own scouts to wonder about Junior. His Canadian scouts were chatting secretly all day long, then smiling at me like they were there. No one openly said anything. They just made cute remarks that Junior seemed pleased to stay at my house. Jack did remind them to be polite to “our host”.

Junior did spend some time with his uncle the next night, but left his bed in the middle of the night to change beds. I awoke about midnight to feel Junior sliding under the sheets. This time, he skipped the foreplay. He slid down under the sheets to find what he wanted. Then he proceeded to prove he was still the best. It wasn’t long before I had pumped another load down his throat. After once again returning the favor, I found he was already well lubed and loose. This time, I turned him on his back and entered him face to face. He had never done that before, but when I showed him how easy it was to make out while getting humped, he was delighted. We could hug and kiss while loving each other. We could pause to play without pulling out. I couldn’t believe he didn’t know that, but he replied his uncle didn’t do that. His uncle also didn’t spend time making love. To him, it was just sex. Jack saw everything as a ritual. Even sex was a matter of military protocol. Pity. I found his nephew to be a very affectionate lover.

Despite my attraction to Junior, or maybe because of it, Jack and I became good friends. Jack had a sixteen year old assistant leader named Frank who spent a lot of time with him. Junior clued me in that Frank and Jack were also lovers. Frank was old enough to be accepted by the other boys as Jack’s protégé. He also impressed me as a good junior leader. He seemed to have the respect of the boys, yet was young enough to relate to them. The younger boys seemed to accept him as their spokesman and as their leader whenever Jack was not there. Frank was not the least bit feminine, and I suspected he could and would deal with any one who thought of him as gay.

I found out why when we took our Canadian guests to our local scout camp to spend their last couple days camping out with their hosts. It was to be two days of fellowship between us. After our arrival at the camp on Saturday morning, we were kept pretty busy enjoying such things as archery, rifle, swimming, and sailing. We were also introduced to the staff and a couple hundred campers still attending summer camp. Between activities and camp tours, we were kept pretty busy that first day.

That night after the campfire, we were invited to use the staff showers before turning in. It had been hot and sweaty all day so a shower sounded good. That’s when I discovered why Frank was more than just a good leader. We had grabbed a towel and gone to the showers. In the dressing room, both groups stripped down and strayed a few at a time into the shower area. There were only six shower heads so it got crowded if to many went in at one time. That was fine though. It gave me an excuse for holding back as well as getting a look at so much eye candy from both groups. Most all the Canadians were thirteen and over, and most of them were uncut. Most of my group were younger, and most were cut. I also noticed that my boys were a lot more uptight about being nude than the Canadians.

After the first crowd had thinned out a little, I joined the others under the shower. Junior had stayed behind to be with me. We were proper. No sex or sissy stuff. If anything, it was me that was trying to keep from showing a stiff in front of the boys, but I had showered with boys enough that I was relaxed.

And then suddenly Frank showed up. He undressed and paused at the entrance to the showers. I almost lost it when I saw what he had been hiding. Frank had a shaft that hung at least seven inches soft. His balls were not that huge, but just normal. He had a nice bush of pubes too. But that dick looked way to big for his size. It swayed when he walked. There was no way I could just glance at it. It was long, slim, and uncut. The foreskin was just long enough to cover the head without much excess.

Frank knew I was staring. So did Junior, who was grinning from ear to ear. The other boys in the shower were comparing me to Frank. We were both about the same height and weight. I was a good ten years older. I was showing about five inches soft, and maybe a lot thicker, but the length was no contest. Frank was a little shy about his gift and turned red with my stares. Although about a dozen boys from both groups were staring as well, both of us were aware we were being compared. That made us feel a little uncomfortable. It’s hard to pretend you’re at ease when you know young ones are checking you out.

I finally complimented him on his jewels apologizing for my rudeness. He was not surprised. He did reply that I was built too. Junior and the other Canadian boys had seen it before, but still stared at it. Both Frank and I handled ourselves very well. Everything was proper.

I did find out Jack did not shower with the boys. He would claim later that he could not be a good leader if he was overly friendly. Frank and Junior would tell me that Jack turned boys off by pretending to be “proper”. The boys were smart enough to know that Jack was not all that attractive. Most of them also knew he was involved sexually with Frank. Frank confided later that Jack loved having Frank inside him, top and bottom, but did not want any one to know that.

That night, I chose to spend the night with one of my other leaders. We were spending the night in two man tents. No sex that night although my tent mate was also into gay sex. Both of us giggled during the night as boys in nearby tents made moaning noises as if they were having fun. The funny part is that most of the tent mates were mixed. The Canadian boys were paired off with their new friends. We were all sleeping in wall tents on platforms with folding metal cots in them.

It was while I was taking small group of them on a nature hike that I discovered how much they trusted and knew about me. Frank had been impressed that I liked mixing in with them, and spoke openly about things boys were curious about. I also did not try to be strict about appearances. Junior had told them we had played sex games. The Canadian boys accepted that some adults did that. As long as it was mutual, they accepted it. Some even looked forward to it. After all, they played around with each other. What was wrong with including an adult friend who really liked them?

Their excuse for the hike was to learn more about animals and the environment. Once we had left on the hike, I realized that only the Canadian scouts were going, and only five of them. And I could tell by the way Junior stayed by my side that he knew something I did not. Frank had two older friends (about fifteen), David and Greg, who were hefty built junior leaders in the group that went. A fourteen year old named Gavin who hung with Frank a lot went.

I stopped at the nature tent to check with the camp nature staff member and allow the boys to see some of the plants and animals known at the camp. The “Nature Boy” was known by the staff to be gay. When I asked about the best places on the trail to visit, he smiled and told me to show our guests the “point”, a clearing on the cliffs overlooking the river that wound it’s way by the camp. He added “It’s a great place to rest. It has a picnic table to rest at, and there’s no one to bother you on the weekends.” Frank and the others thought that was a great idea. Still another reason for me to be curious. We had snacks and drinks in our trail pack.

The mile or so we hiked to get to the “point” was cheerful and fun. We talked about Canada and the trip these boys boys had really loved. We also openly chatted about popular jokes and trends in both countries. Frank seemed to have an interest in local Indian tribes and their customs. That was something I also was interested in so we chatted about the local tribes.

As we approached the clearing and the table, Frank asked if I had been invited to join any of the tribes. Puzzled by the question, I laughed and told him I had not. He then asked if I wanted to be a member of the “Ohwhatafooliam” tribe. Again, laughed and said I never heard of the tribe. He explained it was Canadian. He and the boys wanted to make me an honorary member. Not wanting to offend him, I asked what I had to do. Suddenly five teens attacked. Unable to take on five without fighting back hard, I wound up lying flat on the ground on my back. I was pinned there by four boys - one on each arm and leg.

Frank pulled up my tee shirt to expose my stomach. Then he went to work giving me a pink belly by patting me firmly with a flat palm. It didn’t hurt, but it was driving me crazy causing me to wriggle and moan trying to get free. For some reason, it was also causing me to become erect. That caused me to try even harder to get free. My pleas went no where. Instead, Frank unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down to my knees. I was frantic. What was he doing? All that covered up my hard bulging dick was my briefs (which didn’t hide much). My legs were spread. The boys were giggling and fascinated, staring openly at my bulge. I was hoping in vain that Frank would stop. And also hoping he would go further. I was both humiliated and fascinated. My scouts had never played this game.

Then Frank switched places with Junior. I was confused again, but not for long. My new Canadian friend soon had my white tighty whities and the shorts completely gone. I was now sporting a seven inch stiff for all to see, still pinned down by four boys (but no longer putting up much of a fight). Junior found a comfortable position between my legs and was soon showing his friends what he liked about me. That boy sure knows how to please. He had no problem bobbing up and down on my shaft. And he was loving it.

Once it was obvious I was floating some where in outer space, the four strong arm (and legs) boys let me go. Gavin was undressing. So was Frank. David and Greg were both pulling out their dicks to play with them. By the time I had shot my load down Junior’s throat, Gavin had Frank sitting on a picnic table. He had most of Frank’s shaft thrust down his throat. It was obvious Gavin knew what he was doing. This was not the first time for either of them. I was amazed that Gavin was able to handle Frank’s nine inch slender curved uncut shaft without gagging. He had started by sliding about six inches inside his mouth, then added a little more each time he bobbed up and down on it. Gavin ignored my presence until he had his face buried in franks pubes. He knew Frank was showing him off in front of me. Once he had all of Frank’s pride pushed into his throat, he held it in place to look up at me and smile. Frank was also smiling at me. Jack was not his true love. Gavin was. And Gavin was more than willing to prove it. He paused to show me how much he loved having the longest dick in town totally under his control. I had to wonder if Jack could do as well. Actually, I guess I knew the answer. (Gavin was better.) The other question then was how far Jack was willing to go anally. I couldn’t imagine Frank allowing Jack to top him. Not with a shaft like that one. Jack had to be playing the bottom.

Like Junior, Gavin did not finish until frank had held his head in place while he shot his load down Gavin’s throat. Once the boys were done, Frank and I allowed them to do the same or David and Greg. It wouldn’t be fair to leave them out.

Then we headed back to camp. We didn’t want to cause any suspicion that our nature walk was any thing more than that. Personally, I was amazed that the boys had been so open. I found out Junior had discussed our friendship with his friends. It wasn’t as secret as I had thought.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. Jack and his Canadian scouts left for home after our trip to camp. There were secret hugs as the two groups said their goodbyes. We had agreed to visit Canada, but no plans had been agreed on so we didn’t know when. Instead, Jack had asked me to be his guest at his home in Peterborough, Canada the following summer. At that time, we would discuss plans to schedule exchange visits between our two groups. That story is yet to come.