Date: Sun, 24 Jul 2011 10:55:52 -0400 From: wild wing Subject: David's Northern Adventures Chapters 11 and 12 CHAPTER ELEVEN While I lay on my back David lay on his side snuggled up against me one arm draped over my chest. His breathing soon became labored. For some reason I couldn't get to sleep. I began to fantasize about having wild uninhibited sex with David. Not that this was the first time. I had managed on one or two occasions each day to excuse myself to the latrine area in order to 'relieve' myself. Each time I had imbibed in a David fantasy as I reached a climax. Each time I was so damn hot I erupted long before I got very far with the fantasy. Now I tortured myself by filling in the details. As always my fantasy began with a laughing David cavorting about the campsite, his golden skin glistening in the sun and his perfect member bouncing up and down in cadence with his gait. Fast forward and he was spread-eagled on the sleeping bag and I was poised between his legs. I gently kneaded his gonads with one hand while abusing his cock with the other. David would cry out, 'Please suck me off.' With that I would go down on his rigid pole and worship it, swirling the firm flesh again and again around my tongue and lips. David would moan out his pleasure followed by a squeal as he erupted. Wave after wave of sweet boy juice would fill my mouth. Yes I knew a hairless twelve year old was incapable of producing more than a few drops. But this was my fantasy and I made the rules. So David filled my mouth and I savoured every drop. Not satisfied I flipped him over where I admired two ripe watermelon mounds of flesh. Spreading them apart I found his virgin rosebud. A little finger action first as David cried out 'Fuck me. Fuck me.' I aimed my oversized cock and grasping him on either side of his waist I quickly impaled him. I pushed until my bush rested against his ass cheeks and then luxuriated in the warmth and the knowledge of being deep inside my David. As I began to slowly pump David would urge me on. I began to ram him again and again until I finally reached nirvana. At that point I slowly returned to reality. I realized that my stomach was liberally coated in a large quantity of precum. I was a mess. With my free right hand I reached for a small towel and wiped myself off the best I could. I began to fantasize anew. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, sleep overtook me. I awoke some time later to find David grasping my cock with his right hand. He had tented the sleeping bag by raising one knee. With his left hand he was abusing himself. I wondered what fantasies might be going through his head. It took all my resolve to steel myself in allowing him his privacy. From the vibration I knew he was speeding up. There was a short but audible cry. At the very moment of his climax his right hand tried to squeeze the life out of my organ, then silence and we both drifted off again. When I awoke in the morning I found I was sleeping alone. I got out quickly without dressing just to make sure nothing was amiss. I found David stirring a cup of coffee by the campfire. "I wanted to surprise you," as he handed the coffee to me. He had made it too strong but I told him it was perfect and he beamed. We actually got out on the lake at a reasonable time for a change. The weather had changed again. It was hot and sultry, the kind of day where your T-shirt sticks to your skin and you stew in your own juices. No matter. I figured we could always take a cool dip if it got too hot. We headed in a new direction down the lake, working the weedy bays still looking for that elusive monster pike. The action was hot and heavy as usual. I felt I had enough pictures for now so I joined in the fishing too. We released plenty of large and medium pike mixed with an occasional walleye. Once a cheeky little perch struck my lure. David saw great humour in taking a picture of me with the six inch 'monster.' Both David and I were enjoying the moment once again. We did some trolling too and now we were miles away from our camp. In the early afternoon the wind picked up from the south. Tall cumulus clouds began to billow upwards to towering heights. "I don't like the look of the sky David," I warned. "We don't want to get caught on open water in a thunderstorm. That's dangerous. We better head back." We packed the tackle, picked up our paddles and made a beeline for camp. Twenty minutes later the wind had increased significantly. One to two foot swells that luckily came from almost directly behind us actually helped to propel us forward. Ominous sounds of thunder were becoming louder and more numerous. About half way home David took a short break and looked back. "Robert, what's that strange cloud behind us? It goes all the way down to the water!" I glanced back in stark fear. The sky behind was black as night with yellowish green tinges. I recognized David's cloud as a gust front with a solid curtain of what certainly was extremely heavy rain and probably large hail. The front was a few hundred metres away and advancing fast. We had to get off the water in a hurry! Trying to sound calm and reassuring I instructed David to dig in as hard as he could. Knowing that if I turned the boat at right angles, the shortest way to the shore, the heavy swells would swamp us, I elected to go at a forty-five degree angle and aim for a shallow bay. Looking back I wasn't sure we could make it. I started admonishing myself for being so stupid and allowing such a predicament to occur. I never paddled so hard in my life. My back and arms were crying out for mercy but I dared not let up. Scouting ahead I could see no landing site. The reeds appeared impenetrable for the last thirty metres or so. To make matters worse a thick forest came right to the waters edge. This was no time to be fussy I thought. Like it or not this bay was our landing spot. The black wall enveloped us some eighty metres from shore. We were instantly drenched to the bone. We were pelted so hard and so relentlessly that I found it impossible to keep my eyes open any more than mere slits. Not that it mattered much anyway because the shore vanished into the soupy gloom. Even the now constant flashes of lightning didn't help the visibility. Only the direction of the waves told me I was still heading the right way. Finally the canoe ground to a halt in a morass of floating weed. I jumped out into knee-deep water. As I waded quickly to the front of the canoe I was of course very concerned about David's state. I screamed to be heard above the tempest that we were fine now. Unfortunately I couldn't open my eyes enough to read him. I also knew that we were still in grave danger. David knew instinctively to get out of the boat. Together sheer adrenalin allowed us to drag the laden canoe through the final stretch of water onto solid land. "Empty the canoe!" I screamed. Care and formality disappeared as we quickly tossed the items out. As David threw out the last item he cried out in pain, a noise I heard even above the storm. A golf ball chunk of ice had struck him on the arm. "We have to get under the canoe!" I hollered hoping to be heard above the elements. A second hail stone glanced off a rock and hit me in the shin. We flipped the canoe over and we found just enough room to jam it between two trees. We dove underneath. The quarters were dark and crowded but I found David and shielded him the best I could. Chunks of ice began to crash against the canoe giving us the sensation of being inside a drum. Added to the cacophony was the incredible rain, the heavy wind and the non-stop crash of thunder. I expected David to be terrified but for the most part I knew we were now protected from the elements and we would survive. Tears of relief ran down my cheeks, not for my safety but for David's. Twenty minutes later we crawled out from our protection in a light drizzle. I expected David to be traumatized and in need of immediate emotional support. Instead he looked at me and smiled. "Well that was a bit different," he understated. I was dumbfounded. "David, weren't you scared?" "No, of course not," he replied, "It was kind of neat." "But David, we just went through one hell of an experience!" "You've forgotten. Dad told me that you would protect me no matter what so I wasn't worried." I thought it best not to tell him how petrified I had been. Our life jackets had blown into the woods but we found them. Everything else seemed intact. The sun began to break through and the threat of a further disturbance seemed remote. But we were cold and soaked without a change of clothes. It was David's idea that in order to warm up we should paddle back au naturel. Barring the appearance of a girl scout armada I agreed it made perfect sense. Back on the island I reminded David that the next day would be our last full day of fishing, and that to get an early start we should retire early. I was the one who wanted a single sleeping bag that night. Frankly after the day's events I wanted the security of holding David and knowing he was safe. I nodded off wondering what else could possibly happen on this incredible trip. CHAPTER TWELVE I awoke with two hands clasped around my morning woody. Neither of them were mine. "I assume you're awake David?" "Yeah," he responded. "Isn't that a rather strange way to pull me close to you?" I asked. David began to giggle. "I have to have my morning pee. If you don't let go I'm going to pee all over you." "Ugh," he cried as he quickly released me. Returning just moments later I reminded him of our need to get an early start. David responded by lifting a corner of the bag. "Just five more minutes," he begged. "Come back to bed with me." Five more minutes cuddling with David wouldn't hurt, I thought, so I crawled back in. "Hold me," David pleaded. "I am holding you," I said somewhat perplexed. "No," said David quietly, "I mean down there. You know." "You know better than to ask that," I responded. "Pleeeaaase!" he cried. I lay there, my adrenalin surging, trying to will myself to get out of bed and away from temptation. Instead my right hand unconsciously began to drift over towards David's groin. It was as if the hand were not mine. It had a mind of its own. It found David's rigid member, which felt like hot steel encased in soft velvet. I realized I was losing it. "Ohhhhhh," David moaned, "it feels good." I told myself to let go and get up. However I was frozen. My hand wouldn't budge. My heart was pounding and my head was swimming. "Go on," David urged. "Go up and down. Make me tickle. Pleeeaaase!" "If your dad found out he'd kill me," I murmured quietly. David responded by pulling the top cover back fully exposing my indiscretion. I glanced over and saw his smooth mushroomed head peeking above my fingers. "Pleeeaaase!" he repeated. Again without my brain seeming to acknowledge my action my hand began to rhythmically move slowly up and down. David opened his mouth, bent his head back slightly and closed his eyes. "Oh wow," he whispered. "Yesssss." Now in control of what was happening I felt strangely obligated to bring him to a climax. I speeded up a little and watched as his pliant skin slid perfectly back and forth covering and then uncovering his glans again and again. "Ohhhh," he cried, "it's beginning to tickle!" I thought momentarily of swallowing him to accept his seed but then thought better of it. "OH....OHHH," he cried as his body went stiff. A few drops of clear liquid shot from the orifice of his cockhead and landed on my stomach. In a moment of pure lust I was able to scoop up the honey nectar and put it in my mouth with David being none the wiser. I gently released him. I rolled over so that the upper part of my body was on top of him and kissed his lips. David, his eyes still closed, murmured, "I never knew it could feel so good." As for myself I began to feel like crap. I had gone over the precipice. I had committed an act that I could never take back. I had let both David and his father down. David opened his eyes and immediately seemed to sense my mood. "I have a confession to make," he smiled. "Dad told me the night before we left that you were gay! The only instruction he gave me was not to allow anything to happen that I would regret later. I don't regret anything so everything is perfect!" I was stunned. My mind was reeling as I digested David's confession. Did Ned actually tell his son that it was okay to have sex as long as he didn't regret it? To be truthful I now wasn't sure whether I had broken Ned's trust in me or not. I had to think about it. At the very least I thought any damage might be minimal. David broke my thought by adding, "I hope you're not mad at me. I've been trying to get you to do me ever since that night at your house." I pecked him again, this time on the tip of his nose and replied, "David I don't believe I could ever get mad at you." We spent eight glorious hours on the water that day. No we never got the twenty plus pound pike I was hoping for. We did however manage to catch one that pushed fifteen pounds. David was impressed with himself and the fish. When he held it out in front of himself for the obligatory pictures I felt my editor would be impressed too. David wanted the last day to be in his words 'perfect.' We ate our last shore lunch. We took one last skinny-dip. He insisted on diving one last time from my clenched hands. Our evening campfire was the biggest of the week. As the fire finally ebbed David wrapped his arm around my waist and looked into my eyes. "Robert, this was about the best week of my life. We sure had a great time didn't we?" "You sure helped make it a great time," I responded. David went on, "We're going to see a lot of each other now aren't we?" "We'll see each other again David but not for a while." David expressed shocked disappointment at this unexpected turn of events. "But I want to see you next week." I had to make him understand. "No David you can't. It's for your own good and probably for mine too. It's important that you grow up normally and spend a lot of time with kids your own age." "I don't want to be normal. I want to be with you." Ignoring his protest I went on, "David I want you to promise me two things. First that you will come with me on another fishing trip next summer." "Wow! Can I? Cool! That would be the greatest," his smile returning. "Of course your dad would have to okay it," I reminded him. "He will! He will! I know he will!" he exclaimed. "Second I would be honoured if you would allow me to be your mentor." "Mentor? What's that?" he queried. "A mentor," I explained, "is a person you can confide in. He's a person who is on your side no matter what. He's a person who is always willing to listen to you and help you with your problems no matter how small or how large." David melted me with his response. Looking at me quizzically he said, "But you already are my mentor." We crawled into a single bag one last time. We didn't even discuss it. Sex was not on the agenda. Instead we talked long into the night. Neither of us wanted it to end. "You know," said David, "if I live to be a hundred I shall never forget this trip." "You can't thank me any better than that," I replied. We continued to reminisce. Only with difficulty did we finally nod off. The last thing I remember was David rolling over and wrapping his arm around my chest. It was with sad resignation that we packed up the next morning. David worked hard with me to make sure the campsite was left in better shape than we found it. He insisted on leaving a large pile of neatly stacked firewood. The trip to the highway was all uphill against the current. It required three more portages than the inbound leg. David was one fatigued boy by the time we strapped the canoe on top of the vehicle. I expected him to sleep the miles away. Right on schedule he rolled to his left, put his head on my shoulder and closed his eyes. As I drove I began to think whether or not I had done my best for David. I knew I had fallen madly in love with him. It would have been so easy to ravage him time and time again. Yes I had to admit there had been breakdowns but I reasoned that for the most part I had controlled my urges reasonably well. I hoped David and Ned would feel that way too. As the miles began to peel away I felt myself getting more and more fatigued. It was becoming harder to concentrate on the traffic. I knew it was time to take a break. I soon came across one of the many roadside picnic signs that dot the highways of Ontario. I drove down a short gravel road to a park beside a river. There were several individual sites each with a picnic table and a barbecue pit. Although the park was deserted I chose the last site under a huge hemlock tree. I lay back in the car seat, closed my eyes and began to reminisce about the sex we had had. I had to admit that the experiences had been wonderful. As I recalled each event I began to open my eyes and stare at the perfect form sleeping beside me. I realized my member was rising to the occasion. My right hand drifted over to David's crotch and rested there. He did not stir. Pressing ever so slightly I felt his hardness. I wondered if he was awake or immersed in a sexual fantasy. I forced myself to move my hand away. David stirred and moved a hand to his fly. He pulled it down, reached in and extracted his fully engorged cock. He then reached for my right hand and I allowed him to guide it to his organ. "Mmmmm, I like your hand there," he purred. "It feels good." I began to explore moving my fingers deftly up and down his shaft and around the helmet. My sexual energy was reaching a fever pitch. I gradually moved my face over his groin luxuriating in the beauty of his appendage. David slouched down in the seat to give me better access. I found my mouth drawn to him like a magnet. His mushroomed head slowly disappeared between my lips. I kept going until my lower lip made contact with the top of his gonads. I lifted up slowly pressing hard with my lips while I washed as much of his phallus as I could with my tongue. "Oh God!" he squealed. I dove down once more. I couldn't get enough of him. Lust reigned as I became a whir of activity. His breathing became laboured and he gasped out loud once more. "OHHHHHH," he screeched. A few drops of the sweetest honey struck the back of my mouth with considerable force. I quickly polished the flared edge of his cockhead and was blessed with two more short bursts. I continued more slowly now and his moans became quieter. I gently slipped off his cock and he leaned forward and as I sat up he rested on my chest. He looked up and smiled with an expression that said I want to be with you forever. We rested several minutes in order to return to the real world. "You know," I commented, "you're making it very difficult to stay away from you." His response was instantaneous. "Great then let's see a lot of each other after we get back." It was time to lecture again. "David I know you're intelligent enough to understand the problems that would create. Your father is a good man, a fine father and my best friend. As much as I have enjoyed the trip I feel I have let him down to some extent. He could be devastated if we spent too much time together. Do you understand?" David sighed deeply before responding, "Yeah, I guess." We pulled back onto the highway and David soon went back to sleep. I spent the last part of the journey pondering whether I had fucked up or not. I went right back to that original meeting in Angelo's Bar. Ned had said `I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt him.' What did he mean by that? Was he saying 'I don't expect you to have any sex at all with David' or did he mean 'Look I know that two healthy gay guys on a week long trip are bound to have some sex even if there is a big difference in age. I'm okay with that as long as you don't force yourself on him or cause physical or mental harm.' I of course had assumed the first interpretation and if I was honest with myself I had failed badly. However in light of what he had said to David the night before we left then the second interpretation was the correct one. Then I concluded I could have had a lot more sex with David! No, I argued with myself, it had been better this way. With debauchery comes a lack of respect for each other. All said and done, I concluded it would take time before I knew whether we had taken the best course. David needed the maturity that can only come with the experiences of life. Only then could the three of us, David, Ned and I, measure whether or not we had chosen the correct balance between love, lust and respect; respect for David's age, respect for his body and respect for Ned's wishes. After warning them of our approach with a quick phone call Ned and Barbara were on the front porch as we pulled in. David raced from the car and grabbed his parents in a three person hug. I busied myself unpacking David's belongings. I could see and hear David's mouth motoring from one highlight to another without ever stopping to complete an entire thought. Finally Ned came striding down the path his hand outstretched. "It seems you have a lot to tell us. Come on in and have a coffee," Ned suggested. Gripping Ned's hand I explained, "Don't think me rude but this is your private time with David. He obviously has lots to tell you. Give me a call tomorrow." I waved a goodbye to Barbara and backed onto the road. I got the call about noon the next day. "I can never thank you enough. I got my boy back!" he enthused. "No need," I responded. "Believe me the pleasure was all mine." POSTSCRIPT Thank you for reading my story. I welcome emails even if it's just to criticize. I will always respond. I gave permission some time ago to an excellent Nifty writer by the name of Hermes to put this story on his wonderful web site and continue it as he saw fit. He added pictures and composed a fine epilogue. He had every intention of continuing but bad health overtook him and as of this date he has been unable to add to the tale. We all pray for a speedy recovery. You can view his efforts at . Another one of my stories also appears on his site at . 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