Date: Wed, 20 Jul 2011 11:56:53 -0400 From: wild wing Subject: David's Northern Adventures Chapters 7 and 8 CHAPTER SEVEN Island campsites were my preference. You always got a breeze during the day to keep the bugs down and the views were usually fantastic. We followed the western shore to an island just a short distance from the river mouth. The sides all around were precipitous and afforded no good landing site. I could see several more islands a couple of kilometres or so ahead. David was beat but he dug in anew and we glided forward. The next island was too small and no doubt would not provide us with enough firewood. An adjacent island looked promising. Sure enough on the north side we found an ideal landing site and a ready made camp site. David was ready to collapse but I insisted we prepare the camp before we rested. The site had obviously been used by many before us. Thankfully most had been good environmentalists and there was very little cleaning to do. I pointed out the ideal spot for the tent and then showed David the proper way to erect it. The fire pit was well designed. There was even a small quantity of wood neatly stacked beside it, which meant it only took a few minutes in the bush to gather the additional wood we needed. Finally I slung a rope over a branch some twenty feet off the ground. "That's the beginning of our bear line," I explained. "But we're on an island," David protested. "Are you saying that bears live on this island?" "That's very unlikely but bears are good swimmers and it's always best to play it safe," I explained. David dropped the subject and instead asked, "Can we go swimming now?" I thought his idea a good one and told him so. "You've done great today David. It's time to get rid of all the sweat and dirt." I expected him to quickly strip and race for the water. Instead he just stood there staring at me. "What's wrong?" I inquired. "Is it true that you and dad used to go skinny-dipping all the time when you were my age?" Good heavens I thought. How many other childhood secrets had Ned divulged to his son? Since it was true and I figured David was going to see me naked sooner or later anyway I admitted that indeed the two of us had had our own private swimming hole. "Great!" David cried. "Let's go skinny-dipping!!!" He had been tired just a few moments earlier and now he was suddenly recharged. Without waiting for me to respond he literally tore off his clothes and raced into the water. When he got knee-deep he spun around and faced me. He made it obvious he was going to maintain a front row seat and wait to see me for the first time in all my glory. I took off my shoes, socks and shirt. However when it came to my shorts I hesitated. I realized I had a raging erection and I just didn't feel it was right that he see me in that condition the first time he viewed my nakedness. David inadvertently came to my rescue. "Aw c'mon," David pleaded. "The water's warm." Understandably David thought my hesitation was due to shyness or embarrassment. To help me he decided to tell a story. "One day Dad was skinny-dipping and some girls came along," he began. David began to laugh at his own story. I knew the story well. I was there the day the incident occurred. I decided not to spoil David's fun by telling him that. "And the girls, they grabbed Dad's clothes and took off through the woods." David paused and laughed some more. I found myself joining in the laughter. "And then Dad got out of the water and he had absolutely nothing on!" He laughed some more. "Then he chased them through the woods and he caught them too! Then he got all his clothes back." David doubled up in glee. I laughed just as hard. However I suddenly realized that the story had had the desired effect though not in the way David figured it would. At least my member would now hang instead of pointing the way. I quickly undressed and raced for the water. "Whoaaaa!" David exclaimed. "You've got a monster. You're bigger than my father." At eight plus inches I was hardly a monster but I knew I had more than enough reason to be satisfied. His second statement was a fact but not by much. I decided it would be prudent not to comment on either of them. Instead I waded over to David and pushed him underwater. As he came up sputtering I added, "That's for trying to pee on me today." David immediately smacked the surface forcing a large quantity of water to splash into my eyes. "That's for farting in the store," he giggled. For the next several minutes we acted like two typical twelve year olds using every dirty water-trick we could think of. When I brushed him a couple of times his erection was obvious. Finally David paused and declared, "I wish we had a diving board. I know some great dives." "We do," I responded. "Come over here." I found some knee-deep water adjacent to a sharp drop-off area. I interlaced the fingers of my hands and placing them at water level I instructed David to put one foot in them and to place his hands on my shoulders. On a signal I lifted my hands quickly, catapulting him backwards into the deeper water. David loved the game. He tried various tricks while he was suspended in midair. I showed him that by flexing and then straightening his leg just as I lifted him he could go even higher and further. The fact that both of us got a real good close-up look at each other's equipment wasn't lost on us either. By the fifth dive or so it appeared that we were in a contest to see who could get the hardest! He also began to draw his arms in as I lifted him. That caused his body to come closer and his cock began to graze my face as it passed. He made no attempt to adjust and I admittedly did not complain. In the end I had to protest that I had had enough. I was beat. "One more! One more!" I was always a sucker for giving in. On the final dive the tip of his cock completely massaged my face in passing. He even apologized but it hardly sounded sincere. I lay down in the grass, my head resting on a rock made smooth by a passing glacier thousands of years ago. I closed my eyes hoping the fatigue would drain from my body. The peace and quiet was short-lived. David arrived and promptly sat on my stomach facing my waist. "I gotta rest too but first I have to drive my sports car. Let's see now. Where is my steering stick?" Before I could figure out his game he reached out and grabbed my organ with one hand. The feeling was electrifying. I was speechless. David hesitated and then sensing my uncertainty interpreted that as meaning he could continue. "Wow this is a big stick. I need two hands for this one!" he yelled. "Vrooom, vroom, off we go!" he exclaimed as he yanked my cock to the left. "We have a hard left turn here! Now we have a hard right turn," as he yanked my cock to the right. "Vroom, vroom, vroooom!" I started to laugh. I should have stopped him right there but after being so close to his nakedness in the water my juices were flowing. I reasoned that his antics were relatively harmless. That was about to change. "Vroom, vroom," he continued, "there's a hill coming up!" With that he took both hands, gripped hard and pulled up. "Vroom, vroom, now we have to go down!" Still gripping hard he pulled the skin down completely baring my helmet. "This is a very hilly course," he added. "We are going to have to go up and down a lot!" I quickly came to my senses. David was jerking me off! I simply could not allow it and accordingly yelled out, "Whoa! Park the car in the garage. It's time to get up!" David stopped immediately but continued to hold me with one hand. He swung his upper body around to face me. "Do I have to?" he asked. "Most definitely!" I stressed. Still holding my cock he stared at me with large doe eyes. "I can make you tickle you know." Rather than respond I quickly lifted my hips. David let go and stood up. Looking as innocent and as beautiful as ever he grasped his own member and inquired, "Do you want to play with mine?" I was momentarily stunned by his offer. It demanded an answer. Without thinking I blurted, "Not now David. Maybe later." As soon as I said it I realized I had made a terrible blunder. Maybe later? I had just admitted to him that I was interested in his body. With even less thought I attempted to modify my statement by adding, "Much, much later.........when you are older." Wow, I thought, the second statement was hardly an improvement. Rather than slide my foot even deeper into my mouth I decided to drop the subject and hope David did not grasp the significance of what I had just said. I pulled on a pair of shorts and began to prepare supper. David continued to romp in his birthday suit. At least he did until I reminded him of the mosquitoes that always made an appearance at dusk. Well sated, I was ready for bed. David however found a fresh burst of energy. He requested a big bonfire before we retired. As usual I couldn't say no. I was glad at least he didn't request a sing-along. Instead he opted for me telling him a ghost story. "Well," I told him, "I just happen to know a true tale that occurred right on this lake." "Go on," David pleaded. "Well it seems that about a hundred and fifty years ago a pair of brothers lived in a cabin just a couple of bays from here. They made a living by catching animals and selling the furs to a local fur merchant. They loved each other but they had one terrible habit. It seems that they drank and when they drank they got mean. Over the years the problem got worse and they began to fight. One terrible night the older brother in a drunken rage picked up an axe and threw it at his younger brother. In the morning he found his brother's body and realized what he had done. He was so upset he hung himself on that tree." At that point I pointed to an old dead jack pine silhouetted in the moonlight on the edge of the island. "It wasn't long after that people living nearby started hearing the older brother calling out the name of the younger brother in the wind of the night. You might hear it tonight. The name you'll hear is Daaavid!" David started laughing. "Wait a minute," I said. "That wasn't a funny story. You're supposed to be scared." "It was a good story but do you expect me to believe it?" "Of course I do. It's true" "Right!" David smiled with a furrowed brow. "Robert you said that this was your first time on this lake so how would you know about the story?" "Well," I replied thinking quickly, "when we had breakfast in that restaurant in Chapel this morning an old trapper told me while you were in the washroom." "Right!" David grinned. "And I guess while I was still in the washroom he and you snuck out here quick so that he could point out the correct hanging tree." David was just too sharp. We both ended up laughing at the story. It was a fitting way to end a wonderful day. It was time to look forward to tomorrow and the first fishing trip. CHAPTER EIGHT Morning came much too soon. I rolled over and saw my angel still dead to the world. I slipped on my shorts and shoes and exited the tent. The sun was still struggling to clear the forest canopy. Tendrils of thick mist rose from the water's surface as far down the lake as I could see. The haunting cry of a lone loon broke the silence. To me the cry was a symbol of the wilderness. I never tired of hearing it. I decided to lower the bear line to retrieve the food pack, start the fire, and make some coffee. While it was quiet I figured it was a good time to take some pictures. Editors love to have lots of pictures from which to choose the few that will eventually accompany the story. I started with the lake and then progressed to the campsite. I'd taken a dozen or so when I suddenly realized that a beautiful nude boy was in my viewfinder. "Good Morning!" I yelled. David looked over his shoulder as he continued to pee. "You didn't take any pictures of me did you?" "Several," I responded. "Didn't I tell you? The article I'm writing is for a nudist magazine. They will love looking at your bubble butt." David did not respond to my weak humour. Instead he turned and strode towards me. Only then did I notice his reddened eyes and tear stained face. "What's wrong David?" I inquired. Instead of responding to my question he asked, "Can I hug you please?" When I held my arms out he leaped into them and clasped me with a bear hug that was so strong I had the impression he was trying to get inside of me. He turned his head and placed his cheek against my chest just under my chin. When I looked down all I could see was a mop of long blond hair. He started to shake and my bare chest got wet from his tears. He said nothing. I finally broke the silence by saying, "Look, you know I will help but I have to know what the problem is." David remained silent. I decided it best if I allowed him to cry himself out. I knew that eventually he would unburden himself. Sure enough the sobbing slowly ceased and he turned his head up gazing into my eyes. "I'm........I'm gay aren't I?" he whispered. Ever since that conversation with Ned in the bar I knew that this day would arise. I had practiced what I was going to say many times. I just kept my fingers crossed that David would receive my words well. "I don't know if you are," I began. "I'm not trying to avoid your question, it's just that you're too young to know for sure. You just turned twelve. Lots of twelve year olds have homosexual experiences. Then when they turn thirteen or fourteen they discover girls and never have another gay experience. About ten percent continue to like boys. Those youngsters are gay. But what makes it even more complicated is that some boys discover they like sex with boys and girls. We call them bisexuals. You still have lots of time to discover what you are. Just have an open mind and go with the flow. Do what feels right. Things will work out." David appeared to brighten a little and stated, "I like to talk to girls sometimes but doing stuff with them would be.....yucky!" I went on, "Like I said David you have lots of time. With your looks and personality you'll have lots of opportunities with the girls. Just do things that both of you agree to do, things you feel comfortable doing." I waited at this point to see if he had any questions or further comments. When he stayed silent I continued. "Look David the next statement is the most important I've made on the entire trip. Whatever you are, you are. You didn't decide. Nature did. There is no one to blame. Therefore if you are gay accept it. Embrace it and learn to be happy. Remember as many gays as straights go on and have successful and happy lives." David continued to stare into my eyes. "Thanks a bunch," he said quietly. I bent down and kissed his forehead. "But that's not all David," I added. "The next statement is even more important! Your parents are very intelligent people. They know everything I've told you. They know you can't chose your orientation. They just want you to be happy. They accept you for what you are, one wonderful boy. That won't change whether you're straight, gay or bisexual." The tears were streaming down David's face again. However this time I knew they were tears of joy, not sadness. He continued to clutch me and it took a few minutes before he was able to compose himself. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and looked up once more. "You and dad, you planned this trip so you could tell me these things, right?" He floored me. There was no overestimating his intelligence and street smarts. Although I saw no point in denying it I wasn't sure how he was going to react. "You got me again David. There's no fooling you." David screwed up his face in thought and then gradually replaced the expression with a smile that could have lit up the darkest forest. "I'm glad it happened this way," he decided. He then unexpectedly reached up and kissed me on the lips. Then came the question I'd been waiting for. "Are you gay?" "What do you think?" I replied He smiled again and responded, "Yup. You are! I know you are!" Then came a question I didn't expect. "Did Dad and you ever.........well.......you know." I had to think carefully before responding. Finally remembering how open Ned seemed to be with his son I opted to spill the beans. "Well when your dad and I were about your age I admit we did play around some. Then your dad started to like the girls, especially your mother. I still liked the boys." We continued to hold each other but David's grip was less firm now. Without warning he suddenly released his grip entirely. He seized the front of my shorts with one hand and pulled. With the other he dove in and took a firm grip on my organ. "David," I sputtered, "what are you doing?" "Like you said I should do. I'm doing what seems comfortable. I know I really like it when I get to hold your big cock. Can we do more sex stuff now?" While admittedly not pulling back I protested vigorously. "David you're twelve and I'm thirty-four. It's illegal for me to have sex with you now. Even more important I made a promise to one of my best friends, your dad. I can't let him down." "But who would ever know? I'm certainly not going to tell." "You're wrong David. I would know. For the rest of my life I would know I let your dad down." David let go of me without further protest. He then reached up and kissed me again. He followed that up by reaching up to my ear. Very quietly he whispered, "I love you." "I love you too," I replied.