Date: Sun, 25 Aug 2019 13:34:09 +0000 (UTC)
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North Woods Adventure by Jonathan Perkins
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North Woods Adventure

It was late June and I was preparing for my annual trek to my grandfather's
woods in northern Maine. Well, my woods now that I inherited them from my
grandfather. I would stay there for the month of July by myself, recharging
my soul for the coming year.

My name is Willard Baxter III but everyone calls me Will. My grandfather
came of age during the Great Depression. He started working in the logging
industry at the age of 14. The logging company he worked for went bankrupt
after a huge forest fire burned their mill and a great deal of their most
valuable wood lots. The bank sold off what they could to recoup most of the
money they had loaned the company, all but an 800 acre parcel that was
where the fire was the most intense. Only about 75 acres of virgin wood
remained of the 800 acres. My grandfather, Willard Baxter Sr. was a very
shrewd man. He researched public records to find out how much the company
owed the bank, how much the bank had sold the assets for and then offered
the bank the small sum they needed to break even. The bank was reluctant to
give him a loan to buy the land so he worked out a deal to lease it for one
year and the lease payments would be applied to the purchase price. At the
end of the one year lease the land would be paid for and be his free and
clear. He knew the river that ran through the property had sufficient flow
to float his logs down stream to the pulp mill so he could work the land
with a minimal investment in equipment. He also knew the remaining 75 acres
had some good hardwoods that would bring a premium price over pulpwood. His
gamble paid off and at the end of the year the bank signed the land over to
him. From that small beginning he went on, through hard work and
dedication, to accumulate 8,000 acres of the best forestland in northern
Maine and grew his small logging operation to the largest employer in four
counties.

My grandfather was a conservationist before it became a thing. He would not
clear cut the land like so many other companies back then. He would
selectively harvest trees so the forest stayed healthy and thrived. He saw
the beauty in the trees and worked hard to respect the land that was so
bountiful for him. When my father, Willard Jr. turned 18 he went to work
for my grandfather. But he had no love of the land or logging. He convinced
my grandfather to let him open an office in Augusta and be a salesman for
the company. He was doing an ok job but my grandfather would actually sell
more products than my father did. The building boom at the end of WWII
brought as much business as we could handle, salesman or not. When I was 14
years old I convinced my grandfather to let me join him in the wood lots
during the summer and work right along beside him. He instilled in me a
strong work ethic and a love of the natural beauty of the land as great as
his. After graduating high school my grandfather insisted I was going to be
the first in the family to attend college. I would take a camera with me on
many days in the wood lot to capture the beauty of the forest and the wild
life that lived there. I chose to study photography in college to hone my
skills behind the lens. After graduation I set up a small studio that
specialized in nature scenes and eventually nude photography. I could
always capture the beauty and elegance of the human form. As my career was
taking off, my grandfather discovered that my father had embezzled hundred
of thousands of dollar over the years. My grandfather was quite wealthy by
now so he could have lived with that but my father was caught cheating on
my mother. My grandfather pressed charges and had my father arrested and
convicted on the embezzlement charges. He worked a deal with the courts to
hold the sentencing of 10 years in jail and restitution to be held in
abeyance. Under the terms my grandfather set forth, my father was to leave
the state of Maine and be shut off from any financial compensation or any
inheritance of any kind. If he ever came back into Maine for any reason he
would be arrested and the sentence imposed. My father accepted and was
escorted to the state line by the state police.

As time went on my grandfather was less involved in the day to day
operations of the company and more involved in charitable and conservation
endeavors. But I would always take the month of July and he and I would go
back to the woods and spend the month at the small cabin he had built on
the river on his first 800 acre wood lot. We would walk the land, camping
over night when we felt like it with me taking pictures of the beauty that
had returned to that once burned out ghost of a forest. As years went on my
grandfather sold off his company and most of his land holdings, making him
a millionaire many times over. My mother had moved back to her native New
Hampshire and had settled down with a nice man. My grandfather saw to it
that she never had to worry about money for as long as she lived. And he
made me the sole heir to his fortune. But more importantly he bequeathed
the 800 acres wood lot to me. That meant more to me than any of his wealth.

And so it was I was preparing for my month long stay at the cabin on the
river. There was no electricity, no running water, no cell phone coverage,
nothing. It would be me, my camera and the woods. I took as many provisions
as I could but inevitably would have to make a trip or two into the nearest
town to restock. I headed out first thing in the morning so it would still
be light when I arrived. I followed the dirt road to the cabin, knowing I
would have cleaning and getting my gear set up. As I approached the cabin
the familiar sights and smells on the area brought a sense of calming over
me like no where else could ever do. I stood on the bank of the river and
watched the never ending flow of water rushing past me. I stripped out of
my clothes and dove into the river. The water was cool but refreshing after
the long drive to get here. I came back out and lay in the sun to dry off
then picked up my clothes and returned to my chores of cleaning and setting
up. I usually stayed nude the entire time I was there as it was so secluded
with no trespassing signs all around the perimeter of the land. I ate a
quick supper of sandwiches and chips and got ready for my first really good
night's sleep in a long time. I awoke at first light by the sounds of the
birds outside. After eating breakfast I went outside and walked around the
cabin to see how it had faired the last winter. A few shingles missing off
the roof, a piece of trim board loose on the back of the building but in
good shape all in all. First order of business was to chop some firewood
for cooking and for the wood stove. It was a brisk day and there was a
chill in the morning air. But that's not so unusual in northern Maine even
this time of year. I was working up a sweat chopping wood when I heard
someone screaming for help. It was coming from the river. I ran to the bank
in time to see a canoe go bouncing down river with no one in it. About 100
yards behind that was a young man flailing his arms in the water and
yelling for help. I dove in and swam out to him just before he went past
me. Putting my arm under his and around his chest I began to swim back to
shore, dragging him with him. I pulled him up on the bank and slumped down
next to him, exhausted from pulling him in. He lay on his stomach, coughing
and choking and spitting up water.

	"Thanks mister, you saved my life" he said when he could finally
speak.

	"What the hell were you doing on the river by yourself anyway?
First of all this is private property and you are trespassing. And second,
you should NEVER try to canoe down a river like this by yourself. And last,
why don't you have a life jacket on?"

	"Yes, your right. I was so mad at my father I went ahead and did
this on impulse. I was tired of him always belittling me and saying I
couldn't do anything like a real man. So I grabbed his canoe and put in at
the head of the river. I was going to show him I am a man by doing the
river by myself. I had a life jacket but the black flies were so intense up
river, I took it off and was swatting at them. That's when I lost my
balance and fell over board. I did see the no trespassing signs but I was
in mid river and I couldn't make it to shore. I figured no body would be
around anyway, way up here. But I'm sure glad you were around."

	"Well I own this land and this part of your river and I'm not glad
you're around. This is my time for solitude and peace, not rescuing dumb
ass kids out of the river. How old are you anyway?"

	"I'll be 18 next month."

	"If you live that long!"

At that comment, the young boy looked at me with fear in his eyes. Was I
going to harm him, or worse, kill him? But I wouldn't have swum out and
pulled him to shore if he was only going to kill me. Or did he need someone
to kill and I was the only one around? Then as he was looking at me very
intently he finally realized I was totally naked.

We had caught our breath and it was cold sitting in the morning air
dripping wet.

	"Come on, let's get to the cabin and warm up. I'll get a fire going
in the wood stove."

The boy hesitated as I started to walk towards the cabin. He wasn't sure if
this was a good idea or not.

	"Come on, you've been in the river for a while and now sitting here
in those wet clothes you'll bring on hypothermia if you're not careful. I
don't want to have wasted my time saving your sorry ass if you're going to
die anyway" I laughed as I turned and kept walking. He decided he would
follow along and get warm. Better to die warm and dry than wet and
shivering.

We got to the cabin and I picked up some of the fresh split wood. I
instructed him to get an armful as well.

	"If you going to be here, you're going to carry your weight."

I started the fire and it wasn't long before the Franklin stove was
throwing off heat. I grabbed a towel and dried off.

	"You better get out of those wet clothes so you can dry off and
warm up" I advised him as I threw him a towel.

He looked around and took off his shirt slowly and tentatively. Then he
took off his shoes and socks but stopped when he got to his pants.

	"The pants too. As you can see by me, nudity is the normal attire
around here. There's no one else for miles around and we're both guys."

His arms were covered in goose bumps so I knew he was still cold and needed
to warm up for his own good.

	"Come on, take those pants off or I'll take them off for you. I
don't want you getting sick on me."

He slowly undid his pants and slid them down his legs. He stopped again
standing there in just his wet boxers. He had gotten a hardon and his stiff
cock was tenting out his boxers. He tried to cover up with his hands as his
face turned red.

	"The shorts as well. Everything wet has to come off. I see you
still have good circulation, the blood is pumping just fine so that's a
good thing" I laughed as I pointed to his shorts. He laughed a nervous
laugh and took his shorts off finally, turning his back to me.

	"It's not what you think, mister"

	"Yes it is, boy. You're not used to being naked in front of a
stranger and you've got an erection because of it. Nothing unusual or to be
ashamed of. I'm a photographer and I take nude photographs of people in
natural settings. Quite a few people have the same thing happen to them
when they undress for the photo session. It's the body's natural reaction
to being naked. The mind is conditioned to think that being naked around
other people means sex is going to follow so its just getting ready by
chubbing up. Your body will realize that there is no sex coming and it will
go away"

	"Really? How long before it goes away?"

	"As soon as you stop thinking about it." I laughed.

With that, he turned back towards the stove and dried off as he warmed
himself up. I brought a chair over and hung his clothes on it so they could
dry by the stove. He asked me why I was here alone way out in the woods. I
explained my story and about my grandfather.

	"You're so lucky to have someone who loved you so much and taught
you so much about life and things. My mother ignores me and my father hates
me. He does nothing but criticize me and belittle me. That's why I had to
take his canoe and show him I'm a man.

	"Taking the canoe and putting yourself in danger was not the best
way to show him anything other than you're still a child who has to be
watched over."

At that the boy started to whimper. I guess my comment sounded just like
something his father would say.

	"If it wasn't for my grandfather I'd be in the same place as
you. My father never bothered with me and was away from home most of the
time. You're not a child; you just haven't had anyone teach you how to be a
man. If you've dried off and warmed up, we have chores to do."

	"I'm dry but my clothes aren't."

	"Like I said, nudity is the normal attire unless the weather
dictates otherwise. We'll start by chopping more wood and loading up the
wood box near the stove. By the way, what is your name? Mine is Will."

	"Justin, sir."

	"Well Justin, let's get to work. And you don't have to call me
sir. Just Will would be fine."

	"Ok, Just Will, lets go." Justin smirked as he headed out the door
ahead of me.

We worked hard all morning, me splitting the wood and Justin carrying it
inside and filling the wood box. Being an admirer of the human form I
couldn't help but watch him as he worked. He was just under 6' and weighed
about 160 pounds. Not skinny but not pudgy either, just well filled out. He
had strong arm muscles as he carried armfuls of logs to the cabin. The
muscles in his back stood out as he stretched his arm to open the door and
his bubble butt disappeared in side. His legs had a nice form and his leg
muscles flexed as his walked across the pine needles on the ground. He had
light blond hair just to the top of his ears, a mostly smooth upper body
and a nice patch of light colored hair around his crotch. His cut cock was
roughly 6" when flaccid. When he had a hardon earlier it was about 7". I'm
a straight single guy with a few girlfriends, have occasional sex with them
and see naked bodies all the time in my work. But something about this
young man was making my cock start to get semi hard. I have to stop looking
at him and concentrate on my splitting wood.

We had finished the wood and there was still a little time before lunch.

	"Will, can we take a quick swim before we have lunch? I'm all hot
and sweaty and covered in dirt and bark chips from carrying the wood."

	"I like to get all my chores done for the day before any goofing
off is done. Just a habit I got into working with my grandfather. You'll
get dirty this afternoon as well so lets get some lunch now and then finish
our work."

	"Ok, Will, you're the boss"

	"Not your boss, just the guy who is making you carry your weight
around here until I decide what to do with you."

	"What to do with me?"

	"Yes. I have enough provisions to last me two weeks before I have
to go back into town and restock. I don't really want to go into town now
to drop you off. But if you stay then I'll have to get provisions sooner
than two weeks. So I'm not sure what I'm going to do yet."

	"I really enjoyed helping you this morning. It's the first time I
can remember that anyone gave me something to do and didn't criticize the
way I did it. I'd really like to stay with you if you'll let me. I'll do
what ever chores you assign me and won't make you sorry you kept me."

	"I'm not keeping you! I'm just not sure when I'm taking you to
town. And won't your family be concerned about you? They are probably
worried sick and out looking for you right now."

	"They are probably glad I'm gone. If they even missed me." As he
said this he lowered his head and his eyes started to tear up.

	"All families have disagreements and periods when they don't get
along. But I'm sure your family still loves you."

	"The way your grandfather loved his son when he banned him from the
state and disowned him?"

	"That's different. My father really screwed up and deserved what he
got."

	"My father can't stand me either. He found out I'm gay a few years
ago and has never said a decent word to me since. He said the only reason
he hadn't kicked me out was he didn't want any trouble from the state but
at 12:01 AM the day I turned 18 he was throwing my faggot ass out on the
street. Now I suppose you'll be making that trip to town much sooner than
later now you know I'm gay"

	"Justin, I have learned there is too much beauty in this world to
let hate fill your heart. From working with you this morning I can tell
you're a hard working boy with a good attitude. That matters more to me
than your sexual orientation."

Justin ran to me and threw his arms around me and gave me a tight hug. I
reached around him and returned his hug. He tilted his head back and tears
were running down his cheeks but he had the biggest smile on his face.

	"Will, please let me stay with you. This is the best I felt about
myself in years. I won't let you down. I really need to spend more time
with you so you can teach me how to be a man, a gay man."

I laughed out loud and answered him back, "Well I can teach you some values
and character traits about being a man but I'd no have no idea how teach
you to be a gay man."

	"You teach me how to grow up to be a man like you and we can work
on the gay part later."

We continued our hug a little longer and tighter before breaking away.

	"Come on, let's take that swim. You need to wash those tear streaks
off your face. I'm not going to work all afternoon with a crybaby." I
laughed. I slapped his sweet ass and ran off to jump in the river. Justin
ran after me but stopped on the edge of the bank.

	"I want to jump in like you did but I'm not so sure I can swim good
enough and don't want to get swept away again."

	"Just jump in near the bank and I will grab you if you get in
trouble."

Justin jumped in the water and it became obvious he had no idea how to
swim. I grabbed him and told him I was going to teach him how to swim. I
had him lie flat in the water and I held his hands. I had him kick his feet
keeping his legs straight and try to move himself towards me. Then I put my
arms out and had him lay on them and stroke with his hands and arms like he
was swimming. He did this so well he moved himself forward on my arms. My
right arm was now positioned across his chest and I could feel his nipples,
hard from the cold river water. My left arm was across his crotch with his
soft cock pressing against my arm. As he continued to stroke the water I
could feel his cock start to stiffen. He was kicking his legs and making
his ass bounce up and down, coming out of the water and he was grinding his
cock into my arm, it getting harder and harder.

	"Ok, keep doing what you're doing and I'm going to slowly lower my
arms and let you swim away."

	"You'll catch me if I start to go under, right?"

	"No negative thinking! When you swim too far away from me I'll swim
after you to catch up to you, not catch you from sinking."

I slowly lowered my arms and let him swim off. His cock was not rock hard
and I could feel it as it dragged over one arm and then the other. After he
got about 20 ft away I swam after him to keep up.

	"Holy shit! I'm actually swimming! I've lived next to the upper
river all my life and this is the first time I've ever actually swam!"

We swam to shore and climbed out of the water. We lay down on our back on
the bank and let the warm noon sun dry our bodies. I folded my hands behind
my back and looked over at Justin.

	"You done well on your first lesson. Every adult should know how to
swim. And I see your blood circulation has returned no problem" as I
glanced at Justin's cock standing straight, hard and tall in the air.

	"I see you have pretty good circulation, too, Will" Justin
chuckled.

I looked down and saw that I had a pretty good hardon going.

	"Since we're all alone, Will, do mind if I jerk off. It's been days
since I've gotten off and this warm sun and laying here naked in the open
has me horny as hell."

	"Sure, if you feel the need. I've done the same on many occasion."

	"Why don't you grab a handful and we can both jerk off."

The suggestion was a little out of my comfort zone to jerk off with someone
I had only known a day or so but he was right. The warm sun, laying back
naked it just seemed so right. I closed my eyes and reached down to take my
stiff cock in my hand and began to slowly stroke it up and down. I spread
my legs a little to let my balls bounce up and down, slapping against me as
they did. I could hear Justin working his tool and I couldn't resist
opening my eyes and looking over his way. He was lying on his side,
watching me and had an ear to ear grin on his face. I turned my head back
and closed my eyes again to enjoy myself.

	"You know, you've given me my first lesson in how to be a man."

	"Yes and you've done good."

I hadn't realized that he had moved closer to me and was in arms reach.

	"So maybe now it's time for me to give you a lesson in what a gay
man enjoys."

And before I could respond I felt Justin hand grab my wrist and remove my
hand from my cock as his other hand took its place and began to stroke my
cock. I had been getting close to shooting my load and didn't want to
interrupt the moment so I kept my eyes closed and let him play with my
cock. I was so close, moaning and thrusting my hips up and down in rhythm
to his stroking. I felt the tingle building and let loose with a powerful
first shoot of cum that landed on my chin, followed by several more shots
of cum that covered my chest. As I lay there trying to catch my breath I
opened my eyes and looked over at Justin as he had kneeled up and was
furiously jerking himself. He shouted out "Fuck, yes!" and let his cum fly
all over the place.

	"Justin, I've never done anything like that before. I've had women
jerk me off but never a guy. But I must admit, you did it better than any
woman ever did."

	"I've never swam before but you taught me how to do it. And now
I've taught you something new. Tomorrow will be the next lesson."

	"I'm not so sure about that. It was a spur of the moment thing and
not something I was expecting."

	"Spur of the moment for you maybe but I've been hoping it would
happen since you pulled me out of the river yesterday."

	"The next lesson in manhood is to be honest, Justin. I was being
honest when I said I did enjoy your hand stroking me to an orgasm. But I'm
also being honest about not being sure we'll do anything like that again."

	"Ok, I can appreciate the honesty. So let me be honest. I'm gay and
the last time I was with a guy was over a year ago. So being with you out
here by ourselves has made me hornier than I've been in a long time. So I
won't force myself on you or try to rape you but if the situation arises,
pun intended, I will certainly try and take advantage of it by taking
pleasure in pleasuring you."

	"Fair enough. Now lets wash off in the river, get some lunch and
get back to our chores. We'll see what tomorrow brings."

With that said, we dove in the river, washed ourselves off and returned to
the cabin for some lunch. After we ate it was time to make some repairs to
the cabin. The back of the roof was low enough to climb up on from the top
of the wood box. I brought my tools and explained to Justin what we going
to do and how to climb up on the roof.

	"I don't know about that. I've never been up on anything high like
a roof."

	"You'll never know what you can or can't do unless you try. Come
on, I'll give you a hand to get up here and then just follow how I move and
you'll be fine."

Justin grabbed my hand and pulled himself up on the edge of the roof. He
was nervous but follow my lead and came up to where we had to make the
repairs. I replaced one shingle, then had him nail the second one in
place. Surveying the rest of the roof, I was satisfied we were done. We got
down off the roof and Justin commented,

	"This morning a swimmer, this afternoon a roofer. Dam, I like it
here."

	"You're a fast learner alright. You just need someone to show you
what to do and how to do it."

	"And hopefully you'll be just as quick to learn what I can show
you," Justin smirked as we headed fix a few more things on the cabin.

When we finished our chores it was late afternoon.

	"Let me get my camera, Justin, and we'll take a hike and I'll show
you why I love these woods so much."

We headed out from the cabin along the river a ways and then into the
woods. I pointed out different species of trees and flowers as we walked,
stopping briefly to take a few pictures that had some appeal to me.

	"Don't you have enough pictures of flowers and trees and things?"
Justin asked.

	"Its not just a picture of a flower. It's a depiction of the beauty
of nature and each flower and tree and landscape has its own character and
beauty to share with the camera. Its all the same in a way but also very
unique as well."

At that Justin leaned against a tree in a very provocative pose. "How about
this natural beauty?"

I looked over at him and he was right. The pose, the way the sunlight was
highlighting his body and the soulful look on his face as he gazed past
where I was standing. I turned my camera on him and took several shots
before he broke his pose and started laughing.

	"I was only goofing. I didn't really expect you to take my
picture."

	"I also do nude photography and that was a shot worth taking. If
you're upset I can erase the picture from the camera. That's the nice thing
about digital photography. Would you like to see it first?"  I put the
camera in display mode and showed Justin the pictures I had shot of
him. "Should I erase them?"

	"Wow. I really look different in those pictures. Nothing like the
few pictures of me I have at home. Definitely keep them and maybe I can get
a copy of them?"

	"Sure. I'll keep them. And I'll get you copies of them as well. The
reason these pictures are not like any you have at home our two
fold. First, I'm a professional photographer. And second, in only the short
time you've been here, you're not the same person you were at home."

Justin turned from the camera and gave me another strong hug. This time I
returned his hug just as passionately. He ran his hand up and down my back
as he held me, as I was doing the same. His cock started to chub up and the
feel of his stiffening member had a similar reaction in mine. The warm sun,
the gentle breeze, the sounds of the woods and holding this young naked boy
tightly had me feeling so at ease and at peace with myself. Before I knew
it Justin had relaxed his hug and was lowering himself to his knees. He
reached out and took a hold of my now stiff cock and I closed my eyes
anticipating another hand job. Instead I felt a warm wet mouth engulf the
tip of my cock.

	"Justin, what the hell are you doing?"

	"You taught me how to roof today and more importantly, an
appreciation of the beauty of nature and of myself. Now its time for me to
teach you something new."

And at then he put his mouth back on my cock and slid it deep within him. I
was conflicted having a guy suck my cock but at the same time it felt so
much better than stroking it by hand. After he had gone in and out a few
times I just decided to go with it. I put my hands on his head, not to
force him in any way, but just to be touching him as he sucked me. I
started to rock back and forth, getting into a rhythm with him. I was
getting close so I told him to get ready to pull of when I shot my load. He
moaned something I couldn't make out with his mouth full of my cock and he
tightened the pressure on my cock, pushing it against the roof of his mouth
with his tongue. I tried to pull out of him but he reached around and
grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper as I lost all control and let my cum
shoot into his hungry mouth, swallowing it all. As my cock went limp it
fell out of his mouth. He sat back and smiled up at me.

	"Now you've learned how much better a guy can give a blow job than
a woman."

	"A lesson I never thought I learn. Now, if you'll stop attacking me
every time I get a hardon, we can continue our hike," I joked.

I helped Justin to his feet and we continued our hike for another hour,
stopping to take pictures of particular interest to me of nature, and of
course, Justin as well. We returned to the cabin, made some supper and then
went out and lay on the riverbank to watch the sunset.

	"I see why you love it here so much, Will. I've never felt so at
ease and so close to anyone in my life. Please don't take me into town and
drop me off. Please let me stay the rest of the month with you."

	"There is a lot I can still teach you and you're not the pain in
the ass I expected you would be when you first came out of the river."

	"I promise I'll be good and do what you tell me. And I won't be a
pain in your ass . . . unless you want me to be," he commented with an evil
smirk on his face. I let that last comment go without any comeback.

	"There is only one other issue we need to discuss. That's the
sleeping arrangements. There is only one bed in the cabin. It's a
queen-size bed so there is room for both of us but I'm not sure if you're
comfortable with that. Other than that it's the floor, the chair, or under
the stars."

	"I would have no problem sharing a bed with you, Will. I think I'd
enjoy that, looking over at you when I wake up in the morning knowing it
was going to be another beautiful day with you."

	"Ok, but you have to stay on your own side of the bed. No poaching
my space."

	"I'll do my best."  With another evil smirk he laid back down and
we watched the sun dip into the horizon and then headed in to bed down for
the night.

It will be interesting to see what tomorrow brings and who teaches who and
what.

Jonathan Perkins

The next chapter will see where Will and Justin take their relationship in
the woods.

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