Date: Tue, 23 Jun 1998 11:35:08 GMT
From: TellerOf Tales <teller_of_tales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Weekend Away 2

WARNING:

This story may contain descriptions of sexual acts between boys of similar
ages. If this is not to your tastes, please leave now (unless you have an
open mind that is!)

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I would recommend reading "A Weekend Away" before starting this story. It
will give you some of the background to this story. It is available in the
Nifty Archives.  Classification: bbbt mast oral fant

A Weekend Away
The Next Trip

Just to recap, my name is Jack. A thirteen year old, 5 feet 6, 110 pound
beanpole with fair short hair. A late bloomer and my body had just starting
to catch up with my desires for it. I am still the last in my class that is
hairless and my voice still hasn't broken.

Paul has just turned fifteen. All 6 feet and about 130 pounds of him,
topped off with short dark hair. He still lives every day to the full.

There was a distinctive knock at the door. "Sounds like Paul, Mum. I'll get
it!" I shouted. I opened the door and in stepped Paul. I greeted him like a
long lost brother, even though I last saw him at School, a couple of hours
ago.

"I've got the photo's back from the chemists." He said excitedly.

"Have you seen them yet?"

"No. How about we sit down together and look at them?"

"Sounds good to me." I replied.

At that moment, the door opened and my dad walked in. "Evening all." I
could tell from his voice he had had one of those days, despite his jovial
appearance.

"We're just going to have a look at the photo's from the trip, dad." I had
a job controlling my excitement. Paul and I sat down on the settee and my
dad joined us a few minutes later. We all watched closely as Paul opened
the packet and started to withdraw them slowly. He was watching my
expression. The more impatient I got the slower he seemed to go. After what
seemed like a life time he put the packet down on his lap and displayed the
first photo.

"It's a good one of you two posing with your paddles." Dad said as Paul
passed the next photo over to him. We looked at several photos of the first
full day of the trip. Some of the scenery was terrific. As Paul handed the
top photo over to my dad, I caught sight of the next one. It was of me
trying to put my shorts back on while trying to use my deck shoe to cover
my embarrassment.  Paul spotted it at about the same time I did. He slipped
it to the back of the seen pile on his lap.  The next one was even worse. I
had dropped my deck shoe. My face went a deep shade of red.  Unfortunately
my dad spotted me.

"What's wrong son?" He asked.

I was mortified. He looked down at the photo! I thought steam was going to
come out of his ears.  He took the photo's from Paul and started glancing
through them. He put them down on the coffee table with a slap. "Get to
your room. NOW!" He bellowed. I knew what was coming next.  I just prayed
he wouldn't do it in front of Paul.

I knew the routine only to well. Once in my room I stripped down to my
y-fronts and waited for him to shout. At least my sisters weren't around. I
heard the dreaded shout and returned to the living room. The coffee table
had been moved to one side and Paul was sat on a dining room chair by the
window facing in.

I started pleading out of fear. "Please dad, No. Please. Please Dad." As my
tears began to fall freely. I knew I was going to get a good hiding and in
front of Paul. He just sat on the arm of his arm chair and beckoned me
forwards with his finger. I moved towards him. I could already feel the
pain building in my bum and he hadn't even touched me yet. As I got closer
he yanked me forward by my right arm.

"TAKE THOSE THINGS OFF!" He ordered. I had no choice but to comply. As I
removed my underwear I caught sight of Paul. He was sat there, his face was
red and I could see his eyes were starting to puff up. I handed my y-fronts
to my dad. He snatched them away and threw them towards the door. Before I
had the chance to fully stand up I was thrown over his left knee. He held
my head down with his left hand and my legs down with his right leg.

I felt a sudden movement and WHACK his hand hit my backside. Intense pain
followed. I screamed and my tears intensified. WHACK. I screamed again. The
second half overlapped the first. WHACK, WHACK. The next two followed in
quick succession. He knew how to inflict disciplinary pain. There was a
short pause before two more landed. My backside felt like it was on
fire. He released his hold on me and stood me up. I immediately put my
hands onto my bum.  He glared at me. I returned them to my side. "Stay
there! Stay still!" He ordered. Looking me straight in the eyes. He glanced
down. "You can get rid of that as well." As he swatted my now fully erect
boy hood. His hand hit all down one side. I screamed out again.

"This is what happens when my son betrays my trust." He said to Paul. "You
are as guilty.  Which is why I made you watch. This appears to have had as
much effect on you as I have on him." My dad picked up the photos from the
table. He removed those that were taken of me when I was naked and handed
the rest to Paul. "Now leave!"

Paul stood up. His eyes were red and puffy and there was clear evidence
that he had been crying.  He turned and left without saying a word. I had
to help put the coffee table back to its original position. "Stand in the
corner." I knew exactly what was expected of me. I stood in the corner of
the room, facing the corner, with my hands on my head.

He left the room and went out into the kitchen. "My God!" I heard my mother
shout. I guessed dad had shown her the pictures. I spent the next hour
stood there while my sister had a giggle as they passed by the living room
door. My father called me over to him and lectured me about betraying his
trust and how I wasn't to flaunt my body, ever.

When I was eventually sent to my room, still naked, I inspected my
backside. "Jesus, he did a good job this time." I thought. The entire
surfaces of both bum cheeks were glowing deep red. I thought about
Paul. From what I had heard and knowing him as well as I did. I didn't
think he was going to have a good evening either. I closed my door and
climbed into bed. I lay on my front and moved every few seconds trying to
put another cold patch of sheet onto my sore backside. Eventually I dozed
off.

I was rudely awoken some time later that evening by my younger sister. She
had pulled my covers back and was slapping my sore backside. She wasn't
very strong, but with my father's handiwork earlier, she didn't have to be
to inflict quite severe pain. I grabbed the cover and held on to them
tight. I didn't dare make a sound for fear of getting punished again.

I met Paul at School the following lunch time. "Is there any point carrying
on with these?" He asked showing me the preparation work we had done
towards our next trip.

"Let's get the prep' done, then all we need to do is arrange a date that we
can go on. Even if it won't be for a while yet."

We continued our planning. We had already chosen our route and the camp
sites we wanted to use. We had also included a stretch of the river that we
hadn't paddled on before. It was slightly longer than our previous
trip. This one was five days; the last was only two and a bit.

Changing the subject slightly, I asked, "What other photos did you have of
me?"

"The ones your dad took were all from when I nicked your shorts. I'll bring
the neg's in tomorrow for you."

"Thanks. I'd like to see why I got a good hiding last nigh."

"How is your bum today?"

"I can sit on it, but it is still pretty red."

"I bet." Paul said as he stood up. "I'll see you later."

"Ok."

We continued our preparations over the following couple of weeks and as the
end of term approached we decided on a date we were going to try for. I
spoke to my dad that night. I showed him all the planning we had done and
even the pictures Paul had taken of the camp sites we were planning to use.

"Your planning is as thorough as usual, but I'm not sure I can trust you
after what happened last time."

"After the results of last time, I am not going to make that mistake
again."

"Is that with getting caught or making sure nothing happens?"

"Both. By not doing it in the first place, I can't get caught." I
offered. My hopes were slightly different though.

"Ok. You can go ahead once I have spoken to Paul's father."

"Thanks dad. Can I phone Paul and let him know?"

"Go on then but keep it short."

I phoned Paul and he was going to phone the relevant people that night and
get the permissions we needed."

The next few days dragged as School was winding down and the date for our
trip got closer. Paul had got the permissions we needed and we had both
started doing the shopping so we had the basics for the first couple of
days. School finished for the summer and Paul and I spent growing amounts
of time checking the canoe and our other equipment. The morning of our
departure came and we both spent time checking things off the list as we
loaded them into his dad's car. It took us over an hour and a half to get
to our chosen start point. Both of us were too excited to worry about that
though.

The car stopped and we started unloading. We had to be quick about it. We
were in a no waiting zone and didn't really want a ticket. After we put the
canoe into the water, Paul's dad left us. We were on our own at last.

We chatted happily as we loaded and trimmed the boat for the first leg of
our trip. The sun shone down on as we applied the slip, slap, slop method
of protection from the sun. We tossed a coin to see who sat at the
back. The best place for getting a tan. I lost. Paul got in first and moved
right to the back. I lifted the front and pushed the boat backwards
climbing in as I reached the waters edge.

We settled in to our rhythm and very soon we were leaving the town and into
the country side.  The river was reasonably busy as cabin cruisers passed
us going in either direction. We came to our first lock. We chatted to the
keeper as the water level fell. The great grey gates opened and after a
smelly diesel powered cabin cruiser had pulled away it was our turn. It
only took us a couple of seconds to clear the lock and we were back into
the piece and quiet of the country.

"Dare time." Paul announced.

"What already?" I responded. We had agreed after the last trip that we
would spend half the days paddling time in both positions. The one at the
back was the dare master.

"The dare is an easy one to start with." Paul continued.

"Come on then spit it out." I said impatiently. I was sure it would be an
embarrassing one for me to do. The bonus was Paul had to do it after I had
finished.

"Shorts off and lay with your belly on the barrel. Each arm and leg must be
outstretched and hanging over the gunwales." I started to remove my
shorts. "Not so fast. You stay there for TWO swats of the paddle."

"Come on." I said, "I get enough of that at home."

"You can always do the penalty." He responded. I knew that was even
worse. We had a standard penalty, 5 swats on each cheek. I certainly didn't
want that and caved in. I removed my shorts and assumed the position. We
both knew neither of us wore nothing under our shorts. Paul was grinning
gleefully as I lay there with my bum pointing towards the sky. He lifted
his paddle from the water, held it high and as he started to bring it down
I closed my eyes and tensed up ready for the pain it would bring.

I felt a gentle tap as the wet paddle connected and slid towards my feet. I
shivered slightly as the cool water ran down between my cheeks and found
its way over my body and formed a small puddle in the lid of the barrel. I
looked up and grinned. The paddle was back up in the horizontal.  It wasn't
as gentle this time, but neither was it hard. Just hard enough to make a
soft slapping sound. Paul grinned. "That got you. You thought I was going
to give it a good swat."

I had to agree with him. Normally he was kind and loving, but like most of
us, he can also be a bit of a devil at times. I eased back into the front
of the boat and put my shorts back on. I knew full well that it was my turn
with the paddle next. While Paul got into position I put in a few power and
steering strokes.

I glanced back; Paul just lay there waggling his bum in the air. I carried
on paddling knowing full well he had to stay there until I had completed my
part of the dare. I also guestimated that the next lock was only about a
mile off. I kept paddling. The look on his face was getting more and more
concerned. At the end of a power stroke, I twisted round and brought the
paddle down fairly hard. It landed with a solid whack. He flinched. "What
was that for?" Paul asked.

"That's for taking the piss after the photo incident." I replied.

The next one was much gentler as I scooped up some water on the paddle and
let it run down between his cheeks. He shuddered as the cool water gathered
in the top of the barrel getting his equipment soaked. He slid back and
donned his shorts as we rounded the corner that lead to the lock.

We both had to paddle quite hard as we passed by the top of the weir. It
was flowing quite strongly after the rain earlier in the week. We joined
the queue for the lock having made sure the keeper knew we were
there. Because we were much smaller than most other craft we can fill in
the empty spaces in the lock. I suppose it's like a polite way to queue
jump.

The next few miles passed quickly. We were a little behind schedule after
the dares and were looking forward to a break mid way through the
morning. The next lock passed just as quietly.  We stopped at a riverside
pub and moored up. Neither of us really felt like lugging the boat and its
contents out of the water. It was too hot for that.

Paul being the eldest and least likely to get any grief headed in and
bought a couple of soft drinks. I slipped over the outside of the boat and
had a swim in the river. It also gave me the chance to have a pee without
having to find the toilet. The water had its usual effect; everything was
much smaller. I pulled the front of my shorts down and the usual game of
hide and seek began.

Paul peered at me over the small green fence that surrounded the beer
garden. He grinned knowingly. "If you don't get your self up here soon the
ice will have melted."

I took the bait. "You know I don't have ice!" I shouted back.

"Did I say whose ice was melting." His grin turned into a beaming
smile. "Gotcha!"

I swam round the boat and hauled myself up on the landing stage. The water
gushed out of my shorts as I struggled to keep them up. I sat on the white
plastic seat opposite Paul. I was annoyed that he was able to get me to
bite so easily. The barman came round checking for empty glasses and
stopped for a couple of minutes chatting.

"What's the river been doing recently?" I asked him.

"It rose to this level last night and seems to be holding, at the moment."

"Thanks." We had asked the same question several times that
morning. Experience had taught us to keep asking the same question and even
the responses out. That way we could get a reasonably accurate idea of what
has been happening.

Paul took the glasses back and I tilted my chair forwards to let it drain
before getting back into the canoe. Paul came out and we set off on the
next stage. We didn't plan on stopping for lunch until after we had passed
the hire boat yard.

This posed one of our more serious hazards for at least two miles in either
direction from the yard. There would be a growing number of boats around
and a lot of them would be in the hands of novices. Once past the next lock
we put in a concerted effort and hoped the yard would be quiet. Our first
problem arose. There was this great big cruiser right across the river. We
stopped a hundred feet or so short and watched. The guy driving it was
trying to turn round but the river was only about 6 feet wider than the
boat was long. He kept shuffling backward then forward and was getting no
where. I shouted and made him aware of us. We paddled slowly forward and
found out which way he wanted to head.

We came along side and I stood up.

"Leave it in neutral and we'll push the bow round. His stern was close to
the bank, so we should have been able to do it with ease. One of his
passengers went forward and watched us over the rail. We positioned
ourselves close to the bow and started paddling. So far so good. The boat
started to turn. It was a lot of hard work on our part but at least he was
now turning. Paul got impatient and scooted out of our boat and up onto the
bank.

"Throw us your line." He shouted. The line was duly thrown and he leaned
out and grabbed the boat with his hands and started walking side ways. The
boat was turning quicker now and before it got out of reach Paul pushed off
with his arms and was left standing on the bank. The line was drawn back
and as Paul was getting back into our canoe the idiot hit full power and
headed off down stream.

The wash from the back of his boat caught me side on and it was only a bit
of quick thinking that prevented me from capsizing. Paul in the mean time
had done the splits and fallen backwards into the water. That normally
would have presented no problems, but the water was very shallow with a
stony bottom which he hit quite hard. On the whole he was ok but, the base
of his back and his bum were sore.

He lay in the front of the boat, flat on his back. I took up the rear seat
and paddled us to the boat hire place. The manager gave us a real mouthful
as I moored us up. He definitely wasn't a gentleman! I climbed out ant
finished mooring our boat before I turned to him and gave him a hard stare.

"Do I call the river police now or shall we talk about it!" I was really
mad inside but trying hard not to let it show.

"What do you mean?"

I told him the name of the boat and what had happened. His expression
changed dramatically.

"Oh. I am sorry about that." He said in a mock apologetic tone. "How can I
help?" He asked.

"I'd like some where private so that my friend can assess any injuries he
may have sustained."

"He showed me to a back room. I think it was some sort of stock room. It
was full of boat parts and other chandlery.

I went back to Paul and after helping him out of our boat took him to the
room. The manager left and closed the door.

"Get you kit off." I said to Paul trying to make a joke. It didn't work. He
took his buoyancy aid off and dropped his shorts. His back seemed ok but he
had grazed his back immediately above his bum. "It doesn't look to
bad. Just a graze, but I'll need to clean it properly. I opened our First
Aid kit and started work.

"Steady on! That stings." Paul exclaimed.

"Sorry, but I need to do this properly." I was in my element. A legitimate
reason to study and touch my best friends bum. I had never realised before
that he had a growth of hair almost over it that went on up his back. I
dried his wound off carefully and covered it with a waterproof plaster.

"That's going to hurt like hell when it is taken off."

"I know." I said with a smile on my face.

"You sod. You did that on purpose."

"What choice did I have? I have to try and keep the river water out." I
replied.

"I know." Paul said as he ruffled my hair. I gently pulled his shorts up
lifting the elastic over the plaster.

We left the room and went to find the manager.

"I'm sorry about the accident. I'll talk to the guy when he returns the
boat." This wasn't really satisfactory but it was batter than nothing. "I
had to move your canoe. It is tied up down by the Cafe. I've put some
bits and pieces in it for you."

We thanked him and went to find our boat. He had indeed. A couple of six
packs of crisps (chips) and a dozen cokes. We paddled off nearly 20 minutes
behind schedule. I sat in the back and did most of the power strokes whilst
Paul took it easy in the front and did most of the steering. We managed to
make up 5 minutes of the lost time by our next check point.

Our original plan was to stop for lunch, but decided to drift instead. Paul
dug out our sarnies from the barrel and stowed the additional
rations. "Where did these come from?" He asked as he held up a six pack of
lager.

"I don't know. You were there when we loaded up this morning."

"Must have been that Pratt at the boat place."

I agreed and kept us moving just fast enough to be able to steer. Paul sat
on the front seat and ate his lunch. Then we swapped over and I had mine. I
checked where we were and figured we were about 10 minutes ahead of
schedule with 20 minutes of our lunch break left.

"Drifting was a good idea, we're 10 up."

"Good. 'Cause my bum and back are killing me." I made my way back and Paul
stretched out in the bottom of the boat. I picked the speed up a bit. We
rounded a bend in the river and the idiot in the boat came in to sight.

"Look," I said pointing, "I'm going over to the left bank."

We headed over and gave him as much room as we could. Both of us were, as
far as he was concerned, itching to give him a bit of verbal abuse. When we
were well clear of him we crossed back to the right side. We arrived at our
first camp site at around 4:30. We moored up and I went to see the farmer
and to refill our water container. Paul got the tent out of the boat and
started putting it up.

The site was up to our usual standard; a small grassy clearing on the river
bank with easy access to the river for the canoe. If any thing it was quite
secluded.

I got back and helped him. "My back is killing me." He said. I knew Paul
very well. He must have been in some pain to have passed a comment like
that.

"Don't worry. I'll give you a massage as soon as I have got our kit into
the tent." I carried the kit and Paul laid it out. As he came out he
brought his sleeping mat with him and laid it out on the grass. He lay down
on his front. I got the after sun cream out of the dry bag and knelt by his
side.

"This might be a bit cold." I warned him as I let it dribble down the line
of his spine. He shivered. I started gently massaging his back. I had to be
thorough and couldn't generate the usual erotic sensations for him. His
back was very tight but most of that was due the paddling. I worked down to
the line of his shorts.

"Do you want me to carry on?" He turned and grinned as he lifted his
hips. I gently eased his shorts down to his thighs. The plaster was still
in place and in good condition. "Ready for the plaster to come off?" I
asked. "I'll take it slowly for you."

"Just rip it off. It won't hurt as much that way." I did and he was wrong!
I continued my massage but changed to a slightly more erotic touch. He was
groaning with pleasure as I kneaded his cheeks and the backs of his thighs.

As I reached his calves we heard, "What's going on here then." It was
Paul's dad. We briefly told him the story and he checked Paul's back. "He's
ok, just a little stiff."

I sighed with relief. I Thought I may have missed some thing. I got Paul's
dry shorts from the tent and he put them on. Paul's dad and I pulled the
boat a bit higher up the bank and retied it. By this time Paul had started
making our tea and we sat around chatting. Paul's dad left us at around 6
when our tea was ready.

We had a walk along the bank after tea and chatted happily as we went. I
started nervously; "Do you remember the last trip?"

"Which bit? Your shorts?" I blushed at the thought and my backside started
to smart at the memory of the resulting photo's.

"The first night when you .." I paused for a moment, "When you sorted me
out." I said looking down at the front of my shorts. It was the wrong thing
to say. Before I could react Paul had me firmly but gently in his grasp.

"You mean when I did this?" I nodded as my excitement grew.

"Yea." I said as my pleasure grew still further. "Be careful. Don't go too
far. Things are a bit different now."

"I remember. You gave me a shower." I blushed. Paul started squeezing and
relaxing his hand.  My knees went wobbly and I fell to the ground. Paul
positioned himself by my side and started pulling my shorts down. I lifted
my bum and they flew off my feet.

"Hey!" I shouted and added as an after thought, "Where's your camera?"

Paul rummaged through his obviously empty pockets. "It's in the boat."

I sighed with mock relief as Paul continued his actions as my body started
to reach new heights of excitement. I grunted a warning as I reached a peak
and my release followed very soon afterwards. I stayed down as my body
relaxed along with my boy hood. Paul just knelt there adjusting the bulge
in the front of his shorts. I raised an arm and reached toward him. "Oh no
you don't." He said as he pushed my arm away. My heart sank and my guilt
grew. I put my shorts back on and headed back towards the tent.

"You conscience again?" Paul quizzed.

"Yep." I snapped back. He walked back with me.

"You're going to have to sort this out. Either mess around and have some
fun or stick with Mrs Palm and her five daughters." Paul said seriously.

"I know. I have been looking forward to being with you on this trip for so
long. Then my bloody conscience fucks things up." I don't usually swear,
but I was experiencing really mixed up emotions and didn't know how to deal
with them. I didn't want to spoil the trip for Paul either.

He looked shocked at my sudden burst of language. "You know you want to
mess around but this guilt thing afterwards is your real problem. Right?"

"Yea."

"That's easy then. We won't stop." He said as he playfully slapped my
bum. I retaliated by grabbing the front of his shorts.

"Please, not yet." He begged as I gently but firmly toyed with the
contents. He stiffened quickly and with a bit of help the end showed above
the waist of his shorts. I tweaked the end and he squealed with delight. At
last I had found a way of pleasing him the way he pleased me that could be
done fairly discretely.

When we got back to the tent, the evening was starting to draw in. I
checked the boat and returned to Paul. We sat on his sleeping mat outside
the tent and continued chatting. At some point I lay back and shortly there
was a hand up inside my tee-shirt. I wriggled and squirmed as Paul worked
his magic. I never could work out what he did. I was always too excited to
remember, and he wouldn't tell me.

He worked my shirt up and eventually took it off. I didn't care; I was too
far gone. He stopped and stood up. I felt neglected as he walked over to
the tent and produced the cans of lager. He opened the first one. I felt
left out. He hadn't offered me one. He took a big slug, looked at me and
handed the can over. I propped up myself up on one elbow and took the
can. I grinned as I tried to take a big slug. I choked and shared most of
it with the grass.

"Hay. Take it steady. Several smaller slugs are better than one big one."
He told me. I tried again and was more successful. He took the can back and
carried on teasing me. I collapsed back on to the mat with a thud. My chest
was radiating an indescribable sensation. Sure, I loved it. I didn't want
it to stop. I felt a hand on my thigh and the touch was so light it felt
like a mild electric shock. I was so hard by this stage it was starting to
hurt. I reached for it, only to be denied. I reached for Paul, again I was
denied. My head was starting to spin and my eyes were going out of focus.

One of his hands was removed. I had no idea which, but I knew where it
touched me next. It was sliding down the front of my shorts and sending
shivers down my spine every inch of the way. I felt like I was
floating. When his hand touched my pride and joy, my senses went into
overload. I tried to plead for release. It didn't come. He continued his
feather light touch around my groin which was sending me higher and
higher. His hand found the sensitive area in my groin and his fingers
continued to work their magic. I tried pleading louder, but this was
greeted by a tweak of my nipples. I started to writhe in earnest. My shorts
came off at this point and Paul gently wrapped his hand around me. My
movements were doing his job for him as he held his hand still. I let out
one final scream of pleasure and two things happened simultaneously. My
skin was drawn back rapidly causing pain and pleasure and I got the release
I was looking for. I must have really been wriggling and squirming because
I felt as though my whole life was leaving my body at the same time. All I
could see were lots of colours flashing through my head despite not having
closed my eyes throughout.

Paul let go of me and just sat there smiling down at me. I fell asleep from
all of my exertion.  When I woke up Paul was still sat there, but it was
now dark. "How long have I been out?"

Paul looked at his watch. "It's now 10:30 you flaked at about 8:15."

"Wow. I've never been out for that long before." I felt rested but my boy
hood sprang back to life as I started to remember what had happened.

"Ready to go again. I see." Paul said with a smile.

"It's your turn." I said as I rolled onto my side so I could see him
better. He stood up and walked towards me. He was naked and I could see his
equipment clearly in the moon light.

"First things first." He said calmly." You haven't tried to get up yet.

I tried to stand but my muscles felt like lead. I started to crawl and Paul
came over and sat on top of my backside. "Gee up horsy." He said with a
laugh as he slapped one of my cheeks. I lurched forward instinctively.

"Each time you try and stand up, and fail, I'm going to slap your arse!" I
stared at him not knowing if he was serious or not. I thought, "Here goes."
I tried to stand again. My muscles pulled and I fell. Paul calmly walked
over and slapped my other cheek. It wasn't hard, but I sure felt it. I was
starting to get wound up. I tried again, slap. I made several further
attempts. I got further each time but still failed. My backside felt sort
of warm and tingly not sore like when my dad whacked me.

I decided I was going to do it this time. I grit my teeth and forced my
self up. "Ahhh!" I moaned.  I felt as though I had just pulled every muscle
in my body, but I was still standing. Paul looked almost disappointed. I
tried to straighten up; it hurt too much so I continued to stoop.

Paul lead me over to his sleeping mat again and produced the after sun
lotion. "Lay down and let me help." He suggested. I did willingly. I was
sore all over. I guess I wasn't used to that sort of exertion. "How's your
guilt complex?" He questioned.

I hadn't realised, but I didn't have one. "What complex?" I said with my
biggest grin ever. We had fooled around and NO complex. I found it hard to
believe. Reality soon struck home as he started to massage my aching
muscles. I'm not sure what was more painful, a good hiding or Paul's
massage. I knew which I preferred though. It took him nearly half an hour,
and he did a really thorough job. Even the bits that weren't aching got
done. Know what I mean?

I tried to stand and almost shot off the ground. I was expecting some
resistance from my muscles, but there wasn't any. I felt on top of the
world. It was getting cold after the heat of the day and we retired to the
tent. It was dark inside so I activated a chemical light stick and it shed
a weird yellow glow over us as I hung it from the loop in the middle.

"It's my turn to say thank you." I told Paul.

He just smiled as he lay flat on his sleeping bag. I reached for one of our
dirty tee-shirts and lay it by his side. I climbed on top of him. Since our
last trip I had been thinking of things I wanted to try. He wrapped his
muscular arms around me and held me gently. I leaned my head forward and
kissed his cheek. He grinned as he lifted his head and attached his lips to
mine. His tongue gently brushed my lips and they opened. My head started to
spin as I felt our groins responding to the oral stimulation and my weight
crushing or boy hoods together. Paul rolled us over and started gyrating
his hips. It felt uncomfortable until he lifted up and we both slapped into
place. I opened my legs and wrapped them around his. Now the insides of my
thighs were rubbing softly against his thighs. The sensation sent me
wild. I could feel Paul's heart. It was beating like drum.  I broke our
kiss and rolled us back over.

I slowly wriggled down his body kissing and teasing as I went. His nipples
were already rock hard but I gave them both my full attention any way
letting my tongue and mouth have their fun.  Paul's chest was heaving. It
was like trying to ride a roller coaster. I continued my journey down.  His
hands by now were caressing and stroking my back. I could barely feel their
touch. They were making it harder for me to concentrate. How I managed I'll
never know. I took a deep breath and blew the biggest raspberry I could
manage in his belly button. He giggled long and so hard that he nearly
threw me off. His hair was starting to tickle my face. I gently drew my
hands down over his chest and belly until they found their primary
target. I eased it up and slid my hands back.

The aroma hit me hard and my head started to spin. I closed my eyes, opened
my mouth and dived forwards. He winced slightly as my teeth made accidental
contact but I corrected that straight away as my lips sealed and I set my
tongue to work. I did my best for Paul. This was the first time I had
actually done this. I bottled out last time. The flavours flooded my
mouth. My sense reeled with the aroma and the taste. I was in seventh
heaven. Paul grunted a couple of times. I misunderstood their meaning and
before I knew what was going on my mouth flooded with a new taste. I was
faced with an immediate decision. Swallow or drown. I swallowed and kept
swallowing. I must have got carried away because I became aware of hair
tickling my face and lips. I opened my eyes to see Paul looking boggle eyed
at me as I had completely devoured him. I pulled back, my throat was a bit
sore, but that didn't really surprise me. I crawled back up and Paul
immediately started kissing me all over my face and neck. I felt Paul take
me in hand, and very soon I shuddered for the final time that day. The
extramural activity and the paddling had taken its toll as I drifted off in
to dream land, wrapped in Paul's arms.

I woke up early the next morning. I was laying on my right side with my
knees up. I was warm and comfortable. Paul's arms were wrapped round my
chest and my arms were wrapped around his arms. We lay there like two
spoons in a drawer. I could feel his morning stiffy nestled comfortably
between my cheeks. It felt strange too. I knew our sleeping bags wouldn't
zip together and I wondered how he had arranged them. My attention drifted
back to Paul.

As far as I was concerned, he was my brother. He was so kind and gentle
with me but at the same time he didn't treat me like a sissy or anything. I
lifted my left knee and reached between my legs with my right hand. His
package was laying there in its silk like covering. It felt so soft yet
pleasantly full. I used my fingers and worked him so that pointed between
my legs and rubbed gently on my crutch. I shivered at the sensation it
caused. I brought my knee down and trapped it there right at the top,
between my thighs.

It twitched and sent another wave of sensations through me. This caused me
to move slightly.  My movement caused another twitch and so we went
on. Like a snow ball, gathering speed as we went. I grabbed the tee-shirt
from the night before and tucked it under my hip and thigh. I could see
what was going to happen. I used my right hand which I braced against my
thigh to hold him as his twitching increased and the sensations built in
me. I felt him twitch a couple of more times before he grew in my hand. He
started bucking his hips backward and forward quite violently and it was
all over. I caught most of his excretion in my hand; the rest gently
trickled over my thigh as he dwindled back to normal.

I felt a gentle tonguing kiss on the back of my neck that sent shivers all
over my body. "Thanks."  Was all he said as he hugged me tight. I brought
my right hand out from under the sleeping bag that lay on top of us trying
not to loose any of its precious contents. It wasn't easy, but some how I
managed it. I raised my head and looked at. "Yuck!" I thought. It didn't
look very pleasant but I knew it tasted good.

Paul moved his left arm knocking the top sleeping bag aside. With his other
hand he guided my hand and its contents and gently rubbed it over and
around my groin. I shuddered at the touch but the thought disgusted me. He
rolled onto his back and I climbed on top. We lay there face to face as I
gently rubbed my belly against his. This started the now familiar feelings
in my groin.  He grabbed my bum and started massaging my cheeks. My senses
went over board as I clung to him and mixed my deposit with his. We just
lay there as I came drifting back down to earth.

Paul started to get up. The first thing he did was open the tent doors and
look out. Knowing Paul as well as I do should have put my guard up but it
didn't. The next thing I knew, I was bundled up in his arms as he carried
me out of the tent. I tried to struggle but he was too strong for me. I
suddenly had that free fall feeling before we were both under water. We
scrambled for the surface. He just bobbed there laughing his cock off
whilst I coughed and spluttered.

"YOU SOD!" I bellowed. He just smiled and ducked me back under. After the
warm tent the water felt absolutely freezing. I spotted the floor in his
plan. The river was quite high and we were now a couple of hundred feet
down stream from the tent. I pointed and his smile dropped as he realised
what was happening. By the time we eventually made it out of the water, we
had to streak 300 yards along the river bank. The dash was invigorating,
but my sense of humour had failed. You see I was slightly slower than he
and a boat was coming up stream. All I could hear was wolf whistles and
sarcastic remarks from a group of older teenagers on the boat. "Shit!" I
cried as I stubbed my foot on a mole hill. I went flying and landed heavily
on my front. The kids on the boat had a field day.

In the mean time Paul had made it back to the tent and put his shorts on
before brining a towel back to me. By now the boat was holding position
along side me. Paul dangled the towel close to my hand. I grabbed it and
hurled a string of abuse at him and the kids on the boat. Not only had my
pride been severely damaged but best part of my front was covered with
grass stains, mud and a few cuts from my landing. I stormed off back to the
tent. I just made it in before tears of rage and shame started flowing. I
heard Paul outside. I hurled more abuse at him. He opened the tent flap and
I kicked out. I caught him on the shoulder, luckily, and he went flying
backwards.

The kids in the boat moored up a little up stream of us and walked
back. Paul dragged the spare ground sheet out and sat talking with them. It
turned out that they were all students at Oxford University and hadn't long
taken their finals. My judgement of them as older teenagers was a little
out.

 I stayed in the tent. My mood as foul as ever. After about 20 minutes, I
slipped out of the tent ignoring those out side and slipped in to the
shallows. I hung the towel on a low branch and proceeded to get cleaned
up. I cleaned one lump of mud off and blood started oozing from my
chest. It wasn't a deep cut but it was fairly long, about three inches, and
was fairly sore despite the cold water. I finished up and climbed out. My
mind was preoccupied with the cut and grazes.  I left the water and the
towel and headed back to the tent.

"Hey. Get yourself dry before you go in there." Paul ordered. I looked up
and my face and neck took on the colour of a ripe cherry. I retrieved my
towel and went back. By this time the blood from the cut was making a real
mess. One of the students spotted it.

"Are you ok." She asked gently. I nodded. She pointed the cut out to the
others and Paul sat me down. He knew what I was like with blood. One of the
others got the First Aid kit out and the girl started to patch me up. I sat
there stark naked on the ground sheet with nothing but a towel between this
girl and my modesty. I was laid back and she sorted the cut and grazes out
for me.  Unfortunately her touch was sending me wild. The inevitable
happened, I popped a stiffy. They tried hard to stifle their giggles but it
didn't work.

"It looks like some one likes you Kirsty." One of the guys said. It caused
the rest of the group to burst out laughing no longer trying to hide it.

"Give it a rest you lot. Can't you see the kid is hurt?

Sure I was, especially after a comment like that. I was very red and
getting angry by now. Paul just held me still until Kirsty had finished. I
shot off and in to the tent like a rocket. I grabbed my clean shorts and a
sweat shirt. And tried to compose myself before going outside.

As I left the tent I was greeted with the comment "That didn't take long to
sort out." The group burst out laughing again.

"You're only jealous because it took longer than you!" I immediately
answered back.

"Ooooo." The group responded in unison, much to Paul's delight. After that
things settled down a bit and we were asked to join them for breakfast. I
had never been on a boat like this before. It looked very
comfortable. Three double cabins and a large sitting and kitchen area. One
of the guys did the cooking. He was good. Every thing was ready at the same
time. A trick Paul hadn't been able to master. Paul and I helped clear away
after breakfast. We said our farewells and they headed on up stream while
we broke camp, loaded up and headed down stream.

 Paul was a little put out for most of the morning. I hardly said a word to
him once we got going.  He put in a big reverse power stroke causing us to
spin sharply. He got my full attention and a bit of a mouthful.

"What is bugging you this morning? You are acting like a spoiled brat!" He
yelled.

I stared at him, hard, but said nothing! He clambered back over our kit and
grabbed the front of my sweat shirt. "Say some thing you shit." He yelled
in my face.

"WHO HALF DROWNED ME IN THE RIVER! WHO THOUGHT THEY WERE FUCKING MY ARSE
THIS MORNING!" I yelled back trying to get his hand off of my sweat
shirt. I pulled my paddle up threateningly. He knew now he had upset me
badly but hadn't appreciated just how badly. He stumbled backward, falling
over the kit as he went. I waited until he was just out of range and swung
the paddle wildly a couple of times. The tears broke through and I
attempted to swamp the boat.

Paul had regained his composure and took us to the bank. He asked for my
line but I was curled up on the floor crying for all that I was worth. He
secured his line and the river swung the back of the canoe round. He
secured my line and after making sure my paddle was out of reach climbed in
and pulled himself to me.

There was a voice from the bank. "Are you lad's ok?" The man asked.

"Fine thanks." Paul replied. "We had a bit of a laugh further up stream and
it got a bit out of hand. That's all."

"Are you ok?" He asked me directly.

"Thanks." I answered through my sobs.

"Are you sure?" You don't look like it to me.

"I took a tumble and grazed my chest." I said lifting my sweat shirt
showing him the scabs and the plaster. "They're a bit sore now the sweat is
getting in them. That's all."

"Ok." He seemed satisfied. We were actually moored at the foot of his
garden. I rinsed my face with river water and composed my self. I smiled up
at him and Paul released the lines and got back in. "Thanks." I said trying
to sound happy. I don't think it worked.

We had planned to stop for lunch at a small slip way near a pub just after
the next lock. We got into our rhythm and started making good time. We
joined the queue at the lock and the Keeper called us forwards. "Moor up
there and come with me." He said politely but firmly. The way officials
tend to.

We got out and followed him. He took us to his office and asked me to
remove my sweat shirt. I did. He looked closely at my chest. "How did this
happen?" He asked looking straight into my eyes.

"I was running along the bank and tripped over. I hit the ground quite
hard." I explained.

He turned and looked at Paul. He studied his facial expression
closely. "Does it hurt when sweat gets into the grazes?" He quizzed.

"Like a wasp sting." I answered exaggerating slightly.

He thought for a couple of moments. "Ok, but no more running along the bank
and choose where you moor up more carefully."

"Yes sir." We both responded and left.

"It was that old codger that bubbled us." Paul said quietly.

"I guess so."

We got back in to the boat and waited for him to call us forward into the
lock. We only had to wait a couple of minutes. The Lock Keeper watched us
all the time we were in the lock. It was quite unsettling. The down stream
gates opened and we left shortly afterwards. We made our lunch stop 20
minutes early. After easing the boat up onto the end of the slip way we got
organised. I made a brew while Paul sorted out the eats.

"What got to you this morning?" Paul asked out of the blue. Subtlety never
was one of his qualities.

"You and that mob from the boat." I didn't elaborate.

"So why the paddle?"

"It was handy, that's all. Besides, you deserved it after getting me all
cut up and then holding me down so they could see my stiffy through the
towel." I turned away indicating I didn't want to talk about it. Just those
few words had stirred the anger back up. I was also desperately ashamed of
myself and the way I had acted in front of the students.

I swapped my sweat shirt for a tee-shirt. It wasn't as warm today, but
paddling can still work up a good sweat. We set off after lunch. The air
between us was clearer but still not back to normal.  After a while Paul
asked, "What's it going to take for us to make things up?" He was
serious. I didn't like the atmosphere either.

"Get your bear arse over the barrel."

"What?" He said. The surprise was clear in his voice.

"You heard." I responded. What happened next caught me off guard. He
steered us into a small back water and tossed the anchor over the stern. We
drifted for a few feet until it bit. It was really quite a beautiful spot
with the sun glinting through the trees and the reflections off the almost
still water.

Paul stood up and removed his shorts. I gasped. I didn't expect him to
actually do it. He laid himself over the barrel. Head and feet down. "Get
on with it." He said. He knew he would be in for a hard time by the mood I
was in. I didn't really want to hurt him but at the same time he sure as
hell wasn't going to get away with this mornings events. I judged the
length of the paddle and adjusted my position.

"Stick your bum up higher." I told him. He did. I raised the paddle and
brought it down hard on his bare skin. Whack, it landed. I heard a muffled
cry from Paul. Whack. I brought it down again.  The cry this time wasn't
quite so muffled. I gave him one last one just to make sure he knew how I
felt about this morning. "Get up and sit on your seat." I ordered. I knew
this would be uncomfortable to say the least. But he was going to sit and
listen to me while I gave him a piece of my mind.

He winced as he sat down and I went forward and knelt in front of him. I
started lecturing him about embarrassing me in front of others and a number
of other things. I must have been nagging at him for over 5 minutes. He
just sat there and took it. When I finished I wrapped my arms around him
and held him tight. I was shaking like a leaf. He started caressing my
bottom and tapping it gently.

"I didn't know you felt like that otherwise I would have done things
differently." He was sincere.  I could see it in his eyes and hear it in
his voice. My guilt complex kicked in. I felt bad about having treated my
best friend, my brother the way I had. We just stayed like that for another
5 or 10 minutes before we broke.

Paul put his shorts on and dragged the anchor back into the boat. We
decided to follow the back water and see where we ended up. There was the
sound of falling water up ahead. Paul stood up and looked for it.

"There's a small weir about 70 feet in front of us." I held us still in the
water.

"How big is it?"

"About two feet." He looked at me. I looked at him. It was almost as if we
were holding a telepathic discussion. "Let's go for it he suggested." I
nodded. We had only done this once before and that was with an empty boat
and a couple of kayaks down stream of the weir covering safety.

Paul climbed into the back of the boat and knelt just in front of me. We
slowly let the boat creep forward. We stopped with the front of the boat
hanging over the edge of the weir. Paul peered over. "There as bit of a
stopper at the bottom. It could be quite grippy." He said. I leaned back as
far as I could as did Paul. We went over the weir in what felt like slow
motion.

The water splashed over the bow as we went down below the weir. We paddled
hard and over came the tow-back (water that flows back up stream into a
stopper). We had made it. We looked at each other. We both had big beaming
smiles; we had also gained about two inches of water in the bottom of the
boat. Once clear of the weir, I paddled and Paul bailed us out.

We rejoined the main river about a mile further on. We just drifted with
the river as we had a break and a drink. We paddled for another couple of
hours when we spotted the camp site we were using that night.

After landing, Paul checked in with the land owner while I put a brew
on. They both came back chatting. He sat and had a brew with us. It turned
out that this was one of Paul's cousins. As he left he gave Paul a knowing
grin. I knew exactly what it meant. Paul had given me the same grin on
numerous occasions.

We just lay there in the late afternoon sun relaxing and generally taking
it easy. I heard Paul move and looked over at him. He was laying there with
his head propped up on one elbow. He seemed to be studying me as if we had
never met before.

"Long dare." He said at last. I knew this meant trouble and also a lot of
fooling about.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's time to get our kit off." He said grinning like the proverbial
Cheshire cat.

"For how long?" I knew it was a silly question the moment I asked it.

He gave me a funny look. "How about until we leave tomorrow?" He asked
daring me to argue.

I didn't waste my effort. I simply slipped my shorts and shirt off. "Shoes
too." He prompted. He was just laying there watching me. I gestured to him
to get his off too. He got undressed slowly and put all of our clothes in
the tent. I just lay there enjoying the gentle breeze as it blew across my
young body. A shadow crossed my face and I looked up. I had seen Paul from
many angles but couldn't remember seeing him like this before. He looked
like a stranger. His long muscular legs meeting in the middle. With his
crown jewels looking more like a sceptre and orbs. His tight muscular bum
sticking out at the back. I reached up, but he moved away.

He had a glint in his eyes. He pounced and I was pinned. Try as I did I
just didn't have the strength to throw him off. He twisted one of my arms
and when he was sure I was going to roll over he lifted himself up and
pinned me down again once I was on my front. He had his knees on by
shoulder blades and gripped my sides with his feet. "What's going on?" I
asked.

"Lay still and shut up." He commanded. I don't know if I like him when he
is like this. It usually means I am in for a hard time. He stretched my
arms out above my head and then with a gentle slap on my backside. "Spread
'em." I didn't move quick enough. He slapped me again but a little
harder. I moved quicker that time. He gently lay down on top of me aiming
himself between my legs. I misunderstood his intentions.

"No!" I shouted.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to stick it in you." He reassured me. I
breathed a sigh of relief. He planted it between my legs and held it firmly
against my groin, right on that sensitive spot.  "Close up and hold tight."
He said gently in my ear. I did.

"We are doing the same thing as this morning." I blurted out forgetting he
was asleep for most of the time.

"Tell me more." He said as he started tickling me under the arms. Naturally
I started giggling. It got to the point where I couldn't breathe. I started
going blue. He stopped for a few minutes and continued interrogating me. I
explained what had happened. His grin told me he knew already.  After
hooking his feet around mine he bent his legs bringing mine with them. His
knees locked mine together as he started humping. I felt like he was doing
me properly, but without actually doing it. It was a strange feeling.

After a few strokes we changed position. I was on my hands and knees he was
behind me. His aim wasn't quite so good that time and he ricocheted off my
groin and up between my cheeks. I flinched and fell forwards thinking he
was trying to get into me. I glared at him. I was still a little suspicious
from my earlier misunderstanding.

He rolled off to the side and draped his arm over me. "Relax. If I was
going all the way with you I would have asked first."

"If you want to play that game, I either lay on my back or we don't play at
all." I knew Paul very well, but with sex play, he some times got carried
away. He gave me the little boy hurt look. This made me nervous.

I lay on my back and opened my legs. He had his chance, and took it to, but
was a lot gentler now. I think my implied threat to cut off his fun had
sunk in. As he lay on top of me he gently wrapped me in his arms allowing
my head to lay right back. I clamped him tight between my thighs adjusting
its position so we could both gain the maximum from the activity. As he
started his motions again he was applying gentle pressure to my balls at
the end of each down stroke.  Combined with the steady squeezing and
releasing of my stiffy between our bellies I was on my journey to
paradise. I was the first to arrive and almost had a return journey when it
was his turn.

I kept him clamped between my legs as he softened. He retaliated by rolling
his stomach muscles and sent me flying back to paradise. We just lay there
for a few minutes while our senses returned. We were in a real mess. Paul
got up and carried me to the river. "Come on sonny Jim.  Let daddy give you
your bath." He said as he carried me into the water. He sat down and just
let me float as he cleaned me up and had a good fondle. When he was
finished I just sat there in the shallows while he went further out for a
proper swim. After this mornings episode I thought he had learned his
lesson. I was wrong. I stood up to see him swimming hard for the bank and
not really getting anywhere fast.

I grabbed the throw-line from the boat and dashed down the bank. I was
stood down stream of him and launched the bag keeping a firm hold of the
end as I braced myself for the sudden jolt on the line. It flew a near
perfect course. The bag passed just over his head trailing the line
straight between his arms. He grabbed it and the line tightened. I started
pulling him in and the current acted on him and swung him in to the near
bank. The theory worked perfectly.

I ran down to him. He was laying there on a muddy beach. I climbed down and
started the procedures I had been taught. As I extended his neck he wrapped
his arms round me and planted a great big sloppy kiss on my lips. I hadn't
allowed for him playing possum. I grabbed him between the legs and gave
them a quick squeeze. His expression changed and he became very attentive
as I lectured him about scaring the shit out of me. I used my grip to
emphasise some words. Then I gave the big loveable dope a kiss.

We climbed up the bank. I let him get the rope back into the bag. As I
headed back for another wash in the river. As I got in my stomach
rumbled. "Are you hungry!" I shouted out.

"Yea. Get your arse back up here and get cooking!" He shouted back. At
least it wasn't his usual sexist joke about women doing the cooking. I
grinned as I came back towards the tent. He was stretched out like the lord
of the manor. I washed my hands in clean water and presented him his first
challenge, or so I thought.

"Get some water while I get dinner started." I grinned as I held out the
container.

"Sure." He said as he took it and wondered off naked towards his cousins
place.

"Twenty minutes and I'll have eaten it all." I shouted after him. He just
waved. He had more guts than me. He had no clothes with him and he was off
to get water. Was there nothing this guy wouldn't do?

I started the dinner. It was curry and boiled rice followed by boil in the
can puddings. It was probably to hot for that meal but we were both
hungry. He came back about 10 minutes later, still naked, and chatting to
his cousin. I started to panic. No clothes and a pan that I couldn't
leave. What the hell do I do? The cloth I used for holding hot pans came to
mind and I draped it over my lap.

"What the hell's this?" He asked pointing to my cloth.

"I'm cooking here and I'm not burning my tadger for you or any one else."
They both laughed. It was a feasible enough excuse but sounded pretty
lame. With the rice boiling away in the bottom pan and the curry simmering
on top of it in another pan. I had a chance for a quick drink and a chat. I
stood up and grabbed a coke from where we had left them to cool on the
river. It wasn't until I was on my way back I remembered I was naked. They
both grinned as I approached. I flushed slightly as I realised they were
both studying my equipment.

I sat down by the burner, checked the rice and stirred the curry. All was
going well. I tried to keep the can in my lap as much as possible. They
seemed to be studying me far too closely for comfort. "What's wrong? Do I
have some thing you haven't?"

"Well, It's like this." Paul's cousin started. "Even his brother" he said
nodding towards Paul " has a maggot bigger than that!" They both started
laughing.

"I suppose your some kind of expert." I threw back as a challenge.

"Don't push it Jack." Paul warned but it was too late. His cousin stood up
and started undressing.  I played the uninterested party bit and started
dishing up dinner. Paul took his and watched me closely. He knew I wanted
to get an eyeful of his cousin and that I would be subtle about it. He just
wanted to catch me. I just sat there eating. I looked up and asked Paul if
he was ready for his pudding. He nodded. Which was wen I got the eyeful I
wanted.

We finished dinner and Paul got on with the cleaning up. My shyness had
abated some what by now and I sat idly chatting with his cousin. I found
out I had been set-up. It was Paul's way of helping me over my
embarrassment problem. I was learning about the sneakier side of him and
fast.

Paul joined us and we sat talking for a while. Paul's cousin suggested a
fire. We all agreed and headed for the trees to gather some wood. It didn't
take us long to get a good fire going.  Normally fires aren't allowed but
when the land owner is sat with you, who can argue? We started telling
stories. Paul told the first. It was short and very funny. My ghost story
was a little longer and Paul didn't seem to appreciate it. Paul's cousin
told the best one. It was a real spine chiller. At one point we were
fighting about who was going to sit in whose lap.

At last, I had found out Paul's weak spot. He didn't like ghost
stories. Paul's cousin left us shortly after that. We sat there watching
pictures in the fire for a while before I felt the touch of an arm across
my back and a head resting on my shoulder. Paul was rapidly approaching the
land of dreams. I was still wide awake and ready to go.

"Dare time." I announced. Paul looked up at me. I think he was pleading
judging by the look in his eyes.

"Come on then, spit it out." He said lethargically.

"Fire jumping." I said. "A nice short one before bed."

The aim was to see who could walk astride the fire getting as closes as you
can without burning your self. I set an easy target for Paul. His was a
little more difficult, but I surpassed it. Paul took his turn. He just beat
me but there was a strong smell of singed hair. We examined the damage.
There was a bit of singeing around the tops of his legs, but most occurred
around his groin. I had to beat him and took things to the limit. You've
heard of hot roast nuts, well it almost came to that. Paul of course had to
inspect for damage. After his last attempt, he bottled out. I can't say as
I blame him really.

We doused the fire and headed in to the tent after a quick tidy up. Paul
had done his trick with the sleeping bags again and we slid in. It felt
really good to be tucked up with someone I loved and for once there was no
demand for sex. Well not yet anyway.

The moon was near full and was casting eary shadows through the canvas. I
started winding Paul up with the occasional "What's that?" or "Did you hear
some thing?" My plan was working; he was getting closer and closer to me. I
could feel his family jewels against my side. They felt so soft and gentle
unlike their more usual hard, hot and powerful. When I faked a shiver he
nearly jumped out of his skin. I had made sure that he was going to hang on
to me all night.

Some time during the night Paul woke me up. "I need a piss." He whispered
in my ear.

"Well go for one." I replied sleepily.

"Come with me?" He asked sheepishly.

"You'll be wanting me to hold it for you next."

"We crawled out of the tent and wandered down wind a little way. He kept a
tight hold on my hand all the time. This was definitely not the Paul I
knew. We stopped. He just stood there.

"Go on then. You said you would hold it."

"My aim is lousy with my left hand." I warned him. He didn't let go of my
right. I gently carried out the required tasks. And we headed back to the
tent. All the way back I felt guilty for putting the wind up him. I didn't
realise just how badly my clowning around would affect him. Zipping the
tent doors down was very difficult one handed, but some how I managed.

We snuggled down again. Paul curled up tightly by my side. My hand clamped
between his mid- thighs and his left arm across my chest. I can't be sure
but I think he was sucking his thumb. By this stage he was buried beneath
the covers. We spent a very restless night.

I awoke the next morning to find Paul in almost the same position. The only
difference was his left hand. It was gently cupping me while I was poking
out between his thumb and first finger. I gently lifted the top sleeping
bag. He looked so peaceful laying there curled up in a ball. His head on my
chest and, sure enough, his thumb firmly planted in his mouth. All I could
do was smile at this picture of a big, strong 15 year old. What a sight.

I brushed hair away from his face and he stirred. His eyes flickered open
and he looked up at me.  He grinned and pulled his thumb from his
mouth. "It's ok. I won't tell any body." I reassured him.  He moved up and
kissed me on the lips. I responded by initiating the tonsil tennis. We lay
like that for a few minutes before I nudged him out of bed and followed him
out of the tent. I stretched and wondered off to look at the river. It had
dropped over night. Today's paddling was going to harder than the previous
days.

We got into our usual routine quickly that morning. It was not the sort of
morning where you could stay still for too long, if you were naked that
is. I started breakfast and Paul set about getting our kit packed and
loaded. By 9 we were under way.

We both jumped as we approached a huge single spanned brick built bridge. A
fast inter-city train whooshed over the top. Its power cars belching out
diesel fumes. After that the river wound its way through a wooded
valley. We drifted while we had a mid morning break. It was so
peaceful. Even the cruisers seemed to leave us alone. The loud roar of a
weir brought us back to reality. We paddled down the channel to the
lock. There was a group of tourist lining the railings along one side. I
could see why. It was a truly magnificent scene to look at.

The keeper warned us about some dredging work a bit further down stream. I
flicked through my crib sheets and reminded myself of the buoys and their
meaning. We waved back at the tourists and picked up the weir stream. It
gave us a good push as it raced by us. We passed the dredger and continued
towards out lunch stop. It was also a food stop. We needed some of the
basics and to buy the food for the remainder of the journey.

We found the lock and spoke to the keeper. He was happy to keep an eye on
the boat for us while we visited the local shop. It was a very small
village but had ever thing we needed. The manor house looked very
familiar. I couldn't place why until we saw a sign that told us about the
filming of the "The Eagle has Landed". It all fell in to place. We looked
around the various places where scenes from the film were shot. It was very
exciting, but we had to be on our way.

We passed through the lock and paddled on. The scenery was pretty much the
same as before.  Paul was looking tired. I didn't think he had much sleep
the night before. I swapped seats with him and he curled up in the front of
the boat. It was fairly easy going with the breeze behind us, so we still
made reasonable time.

I woke Paul mid-afternoon as we were approaching the largest town on our
route. It was also only 12 miles from home and I suspected our parents may
be laying in wait to ambush us. My guess was correct. They were laying in
wait for us as we entered the lock cut. All four of them.

We passed through the lock and landed just as the river started a long
sweeping turn to the left. It was nice to see our parents but, for me any
way, it had taken the edge off of the trip. The fun of being on your own,
independent. I tried to explain it to my dad. The best he could come up
with was that my mum made him bring her. It didn't sound very
convincing. Later when Paul and I discussed it, we both felt pretty much
the same.

The inevitable flasks of tea came out and we both knew we could write at
least an hours paddling off that day. "4 miles, 4miles." I thought to my
self. We aren't going to make tonight's camp site.  I needed a break from
the intense mothering, or should I say smothering, I was getting and
grabbed the water container and headed back to the lock to fill it. I was
almost right, we left an hour and a half later but, we didn't have any
choice if we wanted to continue.

We got back into our rhythm and headed off trying to leave our parents
behind. Fat chance. They left us about a mile later as they got back to the
cars. We waved good bye. God. Dad's can be so critical when they want to
be. All I got as they followed us along the bank was "Straighten your
back", "Don't put the paddle in so deep" or "You've not trimmed the boat
correctly." I was really taking my frustration out on the water as we left
them behind. I think Paul was getting fed up of it too.

We cleared the next lock and had a fairly winding 3 miles to the next
lock. Cruisers and tour boats didn't help much. One of the cruisers was
trying to over take another. Paul let out a good long blast on the air
horn. All the guy did was throw us the V-sign. As we had to make an
emergency turn, straight into some trees. That didn't help our frame of
mind either. We were both eaten alive by the insects and Paul was stung by
a wasp. I did what I could for him, but he had to wait nearly 30 minutes
before we could get it treated properly at the next lock.

Naturally, we both reported the lunacy of the cruiser's skipper, and I use
the word "Skipper" loosely. After sorting Paul out he phoned ahead and the
keeper at that lock was going to have strong words with him.

We cleared the lock and paddled on. We now had a decision to make. We
either camped some where along this stretch of the river or had to clear
the next lock and a town before we would have a chance of stopping. The
problem was simple. We were getting tired and were unlikely to make our
planned camp site before the day light ran out. We started looking for a
camp site. The banks were all too low and the ground too flat. If the river
rose in the night we would be flooded out. We could see the next lock
coming up. We were running out of options fast.

We hit the lock. We both felt dejected because we knew now that we would
have to paddle another six miles before we would have another chance to
pitch camp. We asked the lock keeper for advice.

"Well, there are a number of reasonable places that you could use but with
the forthcoming regatta most of them are full up." He seemed to have an
idea. "I'll be back in a minute." He let the boats out of the lock and
boats from our side started to go in. We could see him talking to a lady.

"His wife, I guess." I said.

"Looks like it."

The lock gates closed and the boats started to disappear from sight. He
walked back over to us.  "How do you feel about that patch of grass over by
the car park by the side of our house?"

We looked at each other and our watches. "We can't make our planned camp
site before dark and we're both knackered." Paul looked at me and nodded.

"Thanks, that'll do just fine." I said to the keeper. We back paddled and
were soon on the bank with the boat out of the water. The first job was to
get a brew going. While we were sat there a young lad wandered over. He was
about 14ish with short mousy hair with a complexion and looks most
adolescents would kill for. He was about 5 feet 6 and had the body of an
athlete.

"Hi." He said, "My names Steve, I live here in the keepers cottage.

"Hi. I'm Jack and this is Paul." I answered him.

"I like your boat. It's a reflection 16 isn't it."

"Yea. It is this years model."

"I can see that. Are you two going to camp here tonight?"

"Yep." Paul answered abruptly. I think he was a little jealous. I seemed to
have set up a rapport with this guy.

"Can I help you set up?" His eyes met mine and he quickly turned his head.

"Sure." Paul answered. He was glad because it was his job to sort the tent
out while I looked after the food and cooking. The tent went up in double
quick time. Paul was getting on with Steve much better now, but I think he
still saw him as a threat to his property, me. At least that was the way I
saw it.

Paul and I sat talking whilst I got dinner ready. My hunch was pretty
accurate. He was scared I was going to forget about him while Steve was
around. I convinced him otherwise. We had cleared away before Steve came
back out.

"Can I ask you guys a big favour. I got back from school a week ago and
have been stuck here since then. There's no body my age to talk to and
nothing to do." He paused as if summoning up the courage to ask his
question. "Can I camp out with you?" He had those puppy dog eyes that I
certainly find hard to resist. I looked at Paul. The decision was his. He
seemed to think about it for an awfully long time. I winked at him and
smiled towards Steve. He seemed to take my meaning straight away.

"Ok, but you play by our rules." Steve was so happy I thought he was going
to kiss us both as it was he simply turned and ran into the cottage. His
father came out a couple of minutes later.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked, "Steven can be a bit of a handful when
he gets excited."

"No problem." Paul replied. "We are getting a bit fed-up with our own
company. We've been paddling for," he though for a few moments, "3 days now
and have only really spoken to the keepers as we came down stream."

Paul gave the keeper the run down of where we had started and what we were
hoping to achieve.  He seemed satisfied as Steve came staggering out of the
house with his sleeping bag and mat.

"Thanks lads." The look of relief on his face told us that his son had been
driving both his wife and himself scatty over the past week.

After Steve had a quick lecture from his father Paul showed him to the tent
and stowed his gear.  The light was starting to fade. I cracked open the
chemical light thing and we were treated to a green glow. As it lit the
inside of the tent.

It didn't take us long before we knew that Steve was also a keen canoeist
but had only ever been in a kayak. He had been paddling about the same
length of time I had but that was mainly on the lake at his boarding
school. We told him a little about our selves and what our other hobbies
were. Since we started talking Steve had calmed down a lot, he almost
seemed normal know apart from the occasional excited exclamation.

We settled down in the tent. Neither Paul nor I wanted to get undressed
first as this could lead to potential embarrassment. Steve was very
perceptive.

He sat there as if he knew exactly what the problem was. "You two are
scared to undress in front of me aren't you?" He hit the nail square on the
head. He shuffled around for a few seconds so that he was sitting there
facing us, and then proceeded to strip off completely. As soon as he
started the apprehension Paul and I felt melted away and within a few
moments there were three naked teenagers sitting looking each other over. I
felt uncomfortable; I was the only one with no pubes. I started to go red
when Paul brought his hand down on my thigh with a slap. "Oh no you don't."

His tactic work well. My attention was immediately drawn to the growing
hand mark on my leg.  "At school," Steve started nervously as he watched
our facial expressions; "We play a game of Big Willy."

"What the hells that?" I asked.

He started to explain, as he began to go red, "We each get a boner
. . . Then we measure them.  The one with the biggest boner is king of the
castle and the others have to do as they are told."  He was bright red by
this time, but his colour diminished as Paul and I rose to the occasion. It
wasn't long before he had too.

Paul was the biggest, but Steve wasn't too far behind, despite the
difference in their ages. Paul just sat there with a look of glee on this
face as he rubbed his hands together.

"I think it only fare to warn you," Paul started, "We some times get up to
some pretty weird stuff." Steve just sat there grinning. I think he took it
as a challenge, but I'm not sure.

"Steve. Lay on your back in the middle. It's time we found out about our
new guest." Steve did as he was told and before long two pairs of hand were
exploring the fresh young body lying between us. "This bit is ok." Paul
said as he pulled on Steve so that it was pointing at the ground between
his legs and let it go. It hit his belly with a slap.

"Ouch. That hurt!" Steve complained. It didn't make any difference. After a
few more minutes, Paul turned to me. "Swap places with Steve."

We swapped over and the process repeated itself. Steve's touch was new,
almost magical. He checked me out with one hand whilst playing with me with
the other. I was on a steady climb up.  As I approached the top he turned
to Paul and said "Watch." Just as I was starting to go over the summit I
felt a sudden pain in my balls. It wasn't a nasty pain but not entirely
pleasurable either.  He had pulled them away from my body and given them a
short sharp squeeze. The effect was to knock me back to about half way up
the hill but without dulling the sensations that were flooding my
body. What a trick!

"We had one guy at school, he was knocked back, as we call it, 15 times. He
was almost screaming with pain and excitement when we eventually let him
go." He smiled, "He almost flooded the place. He was out of action though
for the rest of the night."

Steve's focus of attention changed. He moved up to my nipples. "Get that
pillow ready. We're going to need it." He said as he started gently
pinching and rolling them. I started to squirm and wriggle. Completely
helpless, at his mercy, as he continued his actions. He nodded to Paul and
the pillow was laid gently over my face. The next thing I knew, I was
rocketing skywards in a haze of ecstasy. Unfortunately I had become
extremely vocal with it. Wow! What a sensation!  My head swam, my mind
raced. Then it happened again. My body found new heights. But what had he
done to make me feel like this? Could I recreate it for myself? I didn't
know the answer to either question. I didn't notice the pillow being taken
from my face. My eyes were screwed up so tightly. My body was tingling so
much, it almost sang.

"I've never seen it work that well before." Steve stated as he gently ran
his hands through my hair. His touch seemed to cause electricity in me
wherever he made contact.  I reached for my stiffy and started working on
it in earnest. A hand, his hand grabbed me and the electricity started
flowing almost continually. I soared towards the heavens, but each time I
was pulled back down just before I got there. I kept trying, but never
succeeded. I ran out of energy before I made it.

I was woken up some time later. Paul and Steve were sat on either side of
me. I opened my eyes and was greeted by two big beaming smiles. "Well how
do you feel?" Steve asked.

"Don't let him touch me!" I called out in fear as I moved away from him.

"Why? What have I done?" Steve looked puzzled and worried.

"He has magic fingers. The send you wild." I tried to explain but just
couldn't find the words. By now I was almost hiding behind Paul. I knew my
body couldn't handle any more of Steve's touch, not at that moment, any
way. "I think it was the way he got me going, and the speed he sent me up
through the levels of excitement. The effect in the end was to make me
really sensitive to his touch. Any one else felt like a hammer hitting my
skin.

Steve leant forward as if to touch me. I cowered down behind Paul trying to
escape his touch.  Paul was mesmerised. He had never seen me like this.

"Hold your hand out." He said to me. "Palm down."

I did so and keeping his hands behind his back he gently kissed the back of
my hand. I was instantly reduced to a gibbering wreck in the corner of the
tent.

"We had better let him calm down." Paul said. "I have seen him high but
never like this before.  What the fuck did you do?"

Steve whispered into Paul's ear. I couldn't here what was said, but Paul
was extremely attentive.  He looked at me and grinned. I sat there and
watched them fool around for best part of an hour. I was on the journey
down but the gentle breeze through the tent was slowing my recovery. It
reminded me too much of Steve's touch.

Paul was giving Steve a good licking when I started to get involved
again. Steve was really going up on a high. "If you think that was good,
let Jack show you his very special skills." Paul said in a seductive
voice. Steve nodded vigorously.

I positioned my self between his knees. I wanted to stay as far away from
his hands as I could. I took over from where Paul left off. My feathery
touch gently but thoroughly explored his thighs, then his groin. I gently
massaged him with one hand as I consumed him, right to the roots.

I took him to the top of his ascent and as he threatened to go over the
edge, so I employed his knock back technique. This guy was going to suffer
and suffer good. I kept knocking him back for what seemed like hours, but
was probably only several minutes before I changed my tack. He seemed to be
able to predict when I was going to knock him back and counter it some
how. I was finding it hard to hold him back. This time I took him almost
all the way to the edge and held him there. No knock backs, just by
adjusting my technique in a slightly different way each time.  He was
starting to suffer the way he had made me. Paul tapped me on the shoulder
and signalled enough. I had one last card to play. I took him to the edge
for the last time and as he was going over I squeezed him with just the
right amount of pressure in just the right place to slow his flow.  Paul
had to dive for the pillow. His vocals were quite loud. It took him almost
a minute to find the release he desperately needed. I crawled up and kissed
him on the lips. Using my tongue to get him to open his mouth I let his
load flow in. The look on his face was one of pure surprise.

After a few moments, he tried to speak. It was no more than quiet whisper,
"Was that all mine?"  he asked. I nodded, yes and gave a satisfied smile
knowing he now felt pretty much the same as I had.

Paul and I sat chatting while we gave Steve a chance to recover. I
questioned him about what had been done to me and he kept evading the
question. I made a comment about ghost stories and received a dead leg for
my efforts. I dropped the ghost story idea pretty quickly.  I resumed my
questioning but got absolutely no where.

Steve taped me on the shoulder. I started but that was just about all. He
whispered in my ear. I shook my head.

He had decided it was Paul's turn to sample his skills. That bit was ok,
but I wasn't going to get involved in seeing how long Paul could be held
back. If he got physical I doubted both of us could hold him. Besides, he
was closer than a brother to me.

Steve started exercising his skills on Paul who was sat up at the time. The
initial effect was brilliant to see but I had to catch Paul before he
crashed back onto our spare kit. By the time I had got him down safely he
was twitching and shuddering like it was going out of fashion. It was
incredible to watch this kid at work. Steve was using both hands and his
mouth on Paul. I noticed Steve's arm pull back sharply and go
straightforward again. If I hadn't known better I would have said he had
punched him. A little while later it happened again. I allowed him one more
before I would slide under him and attack him from below. I guessed he was
still quite sensitive after my last display of skill, so I should be able
to help Paul without too much trouble. I was right. This time he let Paul
go over the edge. What I hadn't counted on was how quickly he learnt. Paul
was writhing in ecstasy for over a minute.

I gently but firmly drew my head back. Dragging my teeth as I came. Steve
got the message that Paul and I worked as one pretty quickly. He quite
literally jumped clear of me.

I reminded Steve that Paul and I had a long days paddle in front of us
tomorrow. "I've been thinking about that," he paused, "How would it be if
you had some help. An extra pair of hands, so to speak?"

"I don't mind but you will also have to see what Paul thinks." I answered
him. "It means we will have to do some more shopping though."

"That's no problem. We can sort that out between the next two locks. I'll
do the shopping and catch you up at the next lock."

"Let's wait and see what Paul thinks." I suggested. I didn't want Steve to
get his hopes up or to get excited.

Paul started to get with it. I had to hold Steve back. Paul still wasn't
fit to make any rational decisions, not yet. Steve and I sorted out the
sleeping bags. It took Paul's ingenuity to make the equivalent of a treble
bag. Steve eventually asked Paul about joining us for the last couple of
days of our trip. He agreed but made perfectly sure that as far as paddling
went he did exactly as he was told!

We settled down for the night. With all the physical and emotional energy
that had been expended, we fell asleep in no time. There were three spoons
in the draw now, Paul, Steve and me. How lucky could a boy get?

Despite our activities the previous night, we awoke early the next
morning. Steve was keen to try out the canadian. Paul took him out in the
lock cut while I prepared breakfast. I shouted the boys and we ate
well. After breakfast Steve and Paul sorted our kit out and loaded the
boat. We held back with Steve's kit, he had yet to ask his father.

He dashed off when I reminded him. He always seemed so confident. I turned
to Paul. "Well what do you think?"

"About what?"

"About Steve and whether he'll hold us up today?"

"I think he'll be ok as long as we keep him out of our shorts and away from
our bodies."

I knew exactly what he meant. I don't think I'll forget last night in a
hurry and I think the same goes for Paul. Steve came walking across the
grass with his father.

"Are you two sure you don't mind taking him with you? He can be a bit of a
handful." Steve's dad suggested.

We looked at each other and put the tip of a finger in our mouths as if we
were thinking about it.  This wound Steve up almost instantly.

"You said you would last night." He wined almost pathetically.

"You nearly failed the test then Steve." Paul joked. "I think we could use
the change in company." With just two of you in a boat for three days, even
if you do get on as well as Paul and I, it can some times get to be a bit
much. "Sure we can manage." Paul added.

Steve was over the moon. His dad seemed almost happy to be rid of him even
if it was only for a couple of days. I let Paul and Steve's dad sort out
the details, I started loading the rest of the kit and Steve shot off to
get the rest of his kit. Within a few minutes every thing was sorted out
and we were ready to set off for our last full days paddling.

Initially we sat Steve in the middle until we had negotiated the lock and
the fast flowing weir stream beyond. That was fun. I had to tell Steve to
stop correcting the edging we put on the boat to make it easier to cross
the stream. He got the hang of it as the water calmed down a bit.

We now had a long quiet straight bit of river to paddle on and I passed my
paddle to Steve. His action was good but canadian paddling can require a
high degree of teamwork and it was this that we concentrated on. We just
cleared one of the parapets on a superb triple arched bridge, which had to
faces carved out of stone facing upstream. Steve quite naturally gave us
the history of the bridge and would have given us a lot more if we had let
him. We were now on the regatta course. I took my paddle back. It was quite
possible that we may have to make some rapid manoeuvres along here and a
novice like Steve had neither the skill nor the team working ability that
may be required.

Once off of the course, I handed the paddle back and swapped places with
him. I sat there like the lord of all I surveyed. Paul glanced back and
grinned. He knew exactly what I was thinking.  As we approached the lock I
took charge and gave instructions and encouragement to Steve. It was mainly
so that Paul knew what was going on.

We drifted slowly into the lock. "Morning Steve, Lads. I see your dad is
getting a break?"

"Morning Mike," Steve answered. "Looks like it going to get hot later."

"I hope you've got plenty of sun block with you?"

"Gallons!" Steve's voice was lost a little as the hydraulics of the lock
started up and the gates closed. For the first time this trip, we were the
only boat in the lock.

"Steve. Swap quick!" I ordered. He looked puzzled but moved. I took over
the rear paddle. Paul twigged straight away. I moved us into the centre of
the lock and waited. As the water started to fall we started using a number
of different strokes to hold our position. From the outsiders point of view
I suppose it may have looked like we were panicking, but no, it was a good
demonstration of teamwork for Steve. The keeper just stood and smiled as we
threw in stroke after stroke in the turbulent water.

"I bet you'd get wet if I was to fill it again."

"Let's find out?" I answered accepting the challenge for all of us. When
the water had calmed we span the boat about it's own axis and faced
upstream poised for the challenge. It's very rare you get the opportunity
to play (a technical term) in a lock. Paul shuffled further back down the
boat and I got Steve to move back also. "It's to trim the boat with the
front high so that the water goes under us rather than hitting us head on."
I told Steve.

The initial surge of water as he opened the sluices hit us and we shot back
a couple of metres. A few strokes later we were back where we started. It
was much harder going this time. The water was coming in at full force. The
keeper just laughed at the show we put on. I must admit we felt good about
out performance apart from the initial under estimation of the force of the
water.  After spending several minutes in the loch we eventually paddled
out. As we left we turned to our left and played for a while in the weir
stream. Steve tried, but his reactions were too slow, and the eddy currents
were too strong. We nearly went over a couple of times. This was neither
the time nor the place for such foolhardiness. We headed off and Steve
slipped into the front.  Although I could steer from the back, it gave him
the chance to learn and practice new strokes.

The river was very quiet. It felt like we were the only boat on the
water. "Dare time." I announced with a sly grin on my face. "But first our
new crewman need to be initiated.

"Dam right." Paul replied from the front. Steve just sat there wondering
what the hell we were on about. "Every crewman on this boat has to be
initiated." Paul reinforced as the expression of Steve's face changed to
one of uncertainty.

"Ok. What do I have to do?" Steve asked not really knowing what to expect.

"Move to the middle of the boat, strip completely and put your buoyancy aid
back on."

He looked almost scared as he started stripping. I'm not sure but I don't
think he was too keen on being naked in a public place, even if it was very
quiet.

"What next." He asked. His voice was a little shaky.

"Lay over the barrel bum up, head and feet hanging over the gunwales."

"The what?"

"The sides." I enlightened him and he did as instructed. I smiled at Paul
and gestured for him to go first.

"Remember Steve, to pass the initiation you must keep your hands and feet
where they are until told to move them." Paul stated like an old pirate
captain about to flog a sailor.

Paul raised his paddle and it fell with a whack. The morning air was rent
with a high pitched scream. "You bastards!" Was all Steve got out before a
second whack landed across his bare bum. The scream was just as intense. He
looked at me with pleading eyes. I just sat there straight faced as I
looked at him. As I raised my paddle I scooped up some water and it
splashed as it landed on him. The look of relief was so comical I couldn't
help laughing. I repeated the process but dumped the water and the paddle
landed with a whack. Softer than Paul's but I still raised a scream.

I told him to move round behind me and just hang his bum in the water. It
would help with the pain. We left him sitting there for about two
miles. "The next lock is round that bend." Steve said nervously.

"Yea, we know." I replied.

"What about me?"

I looked at Paul and nodded, he just shook his head. "Get back in and put
your shorts on." Paul had decided it was prudent not to leave it too long
before he was dressed correctly. Steve rummaged around in the boat for his
pants. "Not in this crew you don't." Steve slipped his shorts on as the
lock came in to sight.

This lock is slightly different to the others. It has Island camping as
well. On this occasion it was Steve's dropping off point. He was armed with
his shopping list and headed for the shop. Paul and I continued through the
lock and would meet Steve at the next lock. We set off at a much slower
pace. The next lock was also a break for us. It has a great teashop. The
home made cakes are also superb.

Steve joined us about 20 minutes later loaded down with two heavy bags of
shopping. He has a lot to learn. "What have you got in those?" I shouted as
he crossed the lock gate.

"Oh, just a few goodies." He said smiling.

I had to reorganise the entire loading of the boat to accommodate those two
bags. I wasn't very pleased. I started unpacking the bags. I think he had
bought the entire shop out of biscuits, crisps and chocolate bars. He had
also filled the shopping list, other wise he would be walking back
home. While I sorted the boat out, the lock keeper came over. "Are you
taking him with you?"

"That's the plan at the moment." I replied, "Why?"

"I've heard some funny stories about him. That's all."

"What stories are these?" I pressed for further information.

"Let's just say he has had some strange bed fellows." At that the keeper
walked away. I was a little puzzled. Had the keeper intimated that Steve
was queer, or was it just my interpretation? I began to wonder about what
had happened last night. He seemed to know exactly what to do to get me
going. He had Paul too? I continued to think about what the keeper had said
as I reloaded the boat. I slipped in and took it for a test paddle back up
stream a little way. The load was slightly uneven and we kept turning to
the right. I sorted the problem out and headed back for the others.

The others got in and we passed through the lock and were back on our
way. I let Steve paddle in the back. It would give me a chance to think and
to decide how I felt. We had only gone a mile or so when Steve asked,
"What's up?

"Nothing." I said.

"You've been looking at me kind of funny since we left the last lock. I saw
you two talking.  What did that clown say to you?"

"Not much and quite a lot."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"It means he didn't say much but what he did say meant a lot."

"He said some thing about me didn't he? What was it?" Steve was getting a
little edgy now and I didn't really want trouble.

"Come on, WHAT DID HE SAY?" Steve said a lot more forcefully this time.

"He as good as said," I paused not sure how to tell him what I thought, "He
said that you're queer. That you have had some strange bed fellows." I was
expecting Steve to go ballistic, but he didn't, he just sat there trembling
and started to cry. I clambered back to him and took the paddle off him. He
moved forwards in to the space just in front of the back seat.

"I suppose you want to get rid of me now?" He struggled to get the words
out. I looked at Paul; he looked back at me. I shrugged not really knowing
how I felt. He was the first queer I had knowingly met. He didn't seem any
different to either of us.

"I don't care who or what you are. As far as I am concerned, you can stay."
Paul just looked at me. I think he expected me to give him the boot right
then and there. "There is one thing I will tell BOTH of you. Nothing goes
up my bum!"

Steve looked at me. His eyes were red and there were shiny streaks down his
cheeks where the tears had run down. "I feel the same way. I'm not QUEER,
or GAY or anything like that. I just like to have fun, the same as you guys
do."

I shipped the paddle and reached forwards with my arms. He buried his head
in my chest and we hugged. I think that was one of the hardest things I'd
had to confront anyone with. Steve looked up at me. "I'm not queer,
honest."

"You must have done some thing to make him think you were then." It really
didn't matter to me, but I had to give him the chance to be open and honest
with us.

"A couple of years ago I was camping out with his son and he caught me
teaching him how to wank."

"Is that all." I said with a sigh.

"No not quite," Steve interrupted. "I was using my hand on his son when he
caught us."

"Oh shit." At that we dropped the subject. The next lock was coming up fast
and it had a big weir that we had to pass before we could get to the
lock. Neither Paul nor I liked this lock, mainly because of the weir. It
was very high and went down in a series of big steps. Apart from wrecking
the bottom of the boat on the way down, we were sure to go end over end
when we hit the water at the bottom.

The draw on it was fierce. It took a lot of hard work by both of us to over
come it, leaving us both tired out. Steve paddled us the last few yards to
the lock. He seemed quite content to do it alone. Paul and I looked after
the lines and fended off a couple of times. Once in side the gates closed
and we prepared for the water to be let out. Steve smiled up at the keeper
and tossed him a couple of chocolate bars. It would appear he was renewing
old friendships.

Yet again we were choked with diesel fumes. Steve seemed to suffer the
worst, but it wasn't easy on any of us. The gates opened and we set off. It
was close to lunchtime and we knew just where we were heading for. We cut
round behind an island with some Scout tents on it and found the jetty at
the far end of the campsite.

We extracted the food and brew kit, which by now was scattered all over the
place after the repack while Paul went to pay our mooring fees. All was
ready by the time he returned. We settled down to a leisurely lunch. I
taught Steve how to use the cooker and he made the tea.

The afternoon's paddle was pretty mundane apart from one lock. We felt like
animals in a cage with everyone looking at the other boats and us. We
eventually made our planned campsite, all be it slightly later than we had
planned. With camp organised and dinner behind us we explored the area. It
was pretty boring all in all and I think we would have done better by
staying back at the tent.

The evening was humid and the clouds were gathering. The weather seemed to
be matching how we were feeling about the land around us. We sat around
chatting for a while until the unwelcome patter of the rain could be heard
as it started to fall. Steve got our kit into the tent as Paul and turned
the boat over with the remaining kit under it. It looked as if we were
sentenced to a night trapped in the tent.

All three of us just sat there, watching the rainfall. Our hearts were
sinking fast at the thought of having to paddle in the rain tomorrow. True
it was our last day and we only had a few miles to go, but that didn't help
much.

"Dare time." Steve announced. Paul and I just looked at him. Our hearts
weren't in it, but we went along with it any way. Steve produced a small
tape recorder from his bag. "Right folks.  Now's the time you have all been
waiting for. Talent time!"

"What?" Paul and I said together.

"Talent time. The dare is for each of us to sing a song and we record
it. It's as simple as that."

"Ok." I said, "You go first."

Steve cleared his throat dramatically and opened his mouth. "Hun a blentyn,
ar fy mynwes, Clyd a chynnes yd yw hon . . " (The song is actually several
verses long.) Both Paul and I were very pleasantly surprised as the voice
of an angel came from the little devil himself. We sat there in
silence. Neither of us understood a word of what he was singing, we didn't
need to. The sound of his voice and the feeling he put into it told us all
we wanted to know.

Steve finished. The rain and the breeze that was blowing up sounded coarse
and harsh in comparison. "That was called Suo Gan." We were both just as
puzzled. "It's a Welsh lullaby." It sounded familiar. I sat there deep in
thought trying to remember where I had heard it.

Something clicked in my head, "Empire of the Sun." I said aloud not really
meaning to.

"What?" Paul said.

"It was the song the boy had sung at the start of the film Empire of the
Sun."

Steve started singing again. "Sleep my baby, On my bosom, Warm and cosy
will it prove . ." The song was all about a mother and her baby and didn't
sound quite the same in English as it did in Welsh. When he finished we
both clapped enthusiastically much to Steve's embarrassment. His voice had
that beautiful singsong quality to it. Paul was next. He sang "Yesterday"
by The Beatles. That was his era. If he could have one wish, it would be
used to take him back to the heyday of The Beatles. Don't get me wrong, he
was into almost all of the music from that era.

I finished up with "Close Every Door" from Joseph and the Amazing
Technicolor Dream Coat. It didn't quite have the effect I had planned. The
idea was to raise our spirits. I successfully reminded all of us about the
weather outside. After we had all had a go, Steve rewound the tape and
played it back to us. I think each of thought how strange we sounded to
ourselves but everyone else sounded quite normal.

Steve kept the ball rolling by challenging us to see who knew the most
nursery rhymes. As they were sung he wrote the title down. We were doing
quite well until I repeated one. The game stopped for a moment whilst I
paid my forfeit. I had to strip and then took over recording the
titles. Paul was the next to pay the forfeit. Steve sang on. It was almost
worth paying the forfeit just to hear him sing. Finally Steve repeated a
song and he too stripped. The wind by now was quite strong and the rain was
falling by the bucketful. We zipped up the tent and settled back on the
sleeping bags.

Steve shuffled around until he was in between Paul and myself. "I'd like to
go skiing." He suddenly announced with a big grin on his face.

"Wouldn't we all?" I replied.

"Ok then 2 minutes each."

Paul and I were lying on our backs. Steve sat up and grasped us both, one
in each hand. We jumped with surprise as he started using us as his ski
poles, working his hands up and down. It didn't take long before we were
both suffering from his "magic touch".

Paul went next. In comparison Paul's hand felt rough and brought me back to
earth. When I glanced across at Steve, he seemed to be enjoying though. A
couple of minutes later it was my turn. I enjoyed what I was doing but I
preferred Steve's touch and that put a damper on things for me. I stopped
and just lay back.

"What's wrong?" Paul asked. Up until now I had thoroughly enjoyed our
extramural activities.

"I don't know." I paused for a few moments deep in thought. "I think
Steve's touch has spoilt it for me."

"Oh, so it's my fault is it." Steve said with a serious face. His glance at
Paul told me he wasn't really serious, but I kept up the pretence.

"Yea. Last night was really special. The way you sent me to heaven and
beyond." I paused again, but it was for to long. Steve and Paul pounced and
I was to be tortured for picking on Steve.

Paul held me down while Steve started working his magic. Within moments I
was flying through space but never getting there. I was approaching super
sensitivity to his touch. Paul's only job now was to be ready with the
pillow. I crossed the threshold and the pillow was brought down over my
face. Steve carried on and I reached the stage where even the suggestion of
his touch would have the same effect as his touch. I was virtually
paralysed. Every movement caused a sensation.

Paul started on my groin as Steve kept my sensitivity going. I was still
very vocal as bright colours flashed through my mind and my own private
firework display was set off in my mind.  This seemed to keep going for
hours.

I must have passed out or some thing. The next thing I knew was a brilliant
flash of intense light and the almost instantaneous rumble of thunder. The
whole tent shook with the vibration. I glanced around, Paul and Steve were
tucked up together. Both were sleeping peacefully. There was another series
of flashes and the continuous rumble of thunder for several seconds. Steve
suddenly sat bot upright. He was shaking all over and covered with sweat.

"What's up?"

He turned to me and grabbed me in a bear hug. I could hardly breathe. He
didn't answer my question. I assumed it was the storm. I started stroking
his neck and shoulders. This usually works on me but had no effect what so
ever on him. His grip was loosening, that is, until the next series of
flashes. The poor guy was scared to death. I huddled him down into the
sleeping bags and covered his head. This seemed to calm him a bit. The
intensity of the flashes was reduced. I kept a tight hold on him and he did
me. The storm lasted nearly half an hour before it receded into the
distance. Steve started to calm down quite quickly but insisted I adjust
the sleeping bags so that we were closer together.

I slid out into the cold tent and used the Velcro on my bag to hold it to
his before sliding in beside him. He was warm and clammy as he wrapped
himself round me. "Thanks." He whispered in my ear, before going back to
sleep his head on my shoulder.

I awoke around 8 the next morning. Paul was outside; I could smell bacon
cooking. Steve was under the covers waking me up, in more ways than one, in
his own inimitable style. He could do things with his tongue I had only
dreamed about. Until now that is. There was also a funny feeling in my
backside. It was some thing I had never experienced before. I felt a strong
but very pleasant sensation from deep within me. It caused an almost
immediate reaction all over the rest of my body. I tensed and grabbed
handfuls of sleeping bag as my back arched and I filled his warm, sweet
sensuous mouth with all that I had.

A happy smiling face peered at me from just under the top sleeping
bag. "Good Morning sleepy head." Steve said gently. "How are you this
morning?"

"Drained." I said starting to laugh.

"Good. For our last night for a while it was very quiet. So I had to make
up for it this morning." I felt his hand rub over my groin and a stranger
feeling in my backside. It suddenly dawned on me what was going on. He had
a finger inside me.

I swung my hand and caught him with the palm flat on his ear. This caused
his ear to suddenly pop as he was swept across the tent with the force of
the impact. "YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"  I yelled. Paul came rushing in to see
what all the noise was about. "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU BASTARD!"
There was a look of horror on Steve's face and shock on Paul's.  As I
rapidly dragged my self out of the sleeping bag and proceed to punch Steve
anywhere I could reach.

Paul dragged me off. "What the fuck is going on?"

"He had his fucking finger up my ARSE!" I shouted as I struggled to escape
Paul and get back at Steve. Paul just glared at Steve as he dragged me out
of the tent kicking and shouting obscenities at Steve. Once outside he
pinned me down but underestimated the power of the adrenaline flowing
through me. He slapped me hard across the face. This diverted my anger
toward him rather than Steve. He let me up and immediately started parrying
the kicks and punches I was throwing at him. I eventually collapsed in a
heap on the wet ground.

Steve crept from the tent fully clothed and stood on the other side of Paul
from me. He thought that would save him. He had never been so wrong in his
life. Paul landed one punch straight in his stomach. He went down like a
ton of bricks, straight into the mud and wet grass. He lay there winded for
a few moments. As he stood up Paul hit him again. He stayed down this time.
Turning to me he said, "Get dressed!"

I knew better than to argue. I crawled back to the tent grabbed my clothes
and a towel and went to the river to wash the mud off. It was very high. So
high, all I had to do was lean over the bank slightly and my arm was in the
water. I was going to have a swim but thought better of it. I cleaned up
and dressed before going back toward the tent.

"How are you now?" Paul asked as I passed him. I said nothing. I grabbed
hold of him and burst into tears. I guessed that I felt pretty much like a
rape victim.

"Go on. Let it out of your system." He looked at Paul. "Look after the
breakfast." He gave him such a stare that Steve knew he was in big trouble.

"What am I to do?" I cried into Paul's chest.

"Only you can answer that one! We'll talk about it later."

Breakfast passed almost silently. I sat and stared at Steve, who sat on his
own. He wasn't too happy either. We cleared up in silence and Paul and I
looked at the river.

"It's too high to paddle. Look at the speed it's moving at." He stated
calmly.

"I agree." I was finding it hard to concentrate about anything but this
morning's incident.

"We'll walk to the lock and let them know we are ok." Paul said to
me. "What are we going to do about him." He added nodding his head in
Steve's direction.

I turned and walked towards Steve. "I told every one, yesterday, that
nothing was to go up my backside. Why did you do it?" I almost yelled at
Steve. He just turned away. He couldn't even look at me. "You are GAY
aren't you? You BASTARD!" He just sat there.

"ANSWER ME!"

He sat there with tears in his eyes and his head down. I walked over and
grabbed a handful of his hair and forced him to look at me. "ANSWER ME!" I
yelled again.

He shook his head. "No." He said quietly. "NO!" He grabbed my hand and
tried to release his hair. Paul put his hand on mine and tapped it
gently. I released him and turned away. "Pack your kit GAY BOY! Your
going." 10 minutes later we left for the lock, Steve carrying all of his
kit. I never wanted to see him again. Ever!

Paul stopped me just short of the lock. "Say nothing. I'll do the talking."
He gave me his don't fuck me about look. I didn't. At the lock I just sat
on the fence. I knew that if I went any further I would drop us all in it.

Paul returned several minutes later, alone. Steve just stood by the keepers
office and watched us leave.

"I've arranged for us to be met here instead of further down stream. We've
got to load the boat and walk it down to the lock. You know he was only
trying to thank you the best way he knew how for what you did during the
storm last night. Don't you."

I simply nodded. "He fingered me after I told both of you not to. How else
did HE think I would react."

"I don't know."

"All I want to do at the moment is kick the shit out of him!" Paul went to
speak. I put my hand up and stopped him. "No more!"

Back at the tent. We packed up and loaded every thing into the boat. The
priority was to get us and all of our kit to the lock. I trimmed the boat
nose down so that the water would pass under it better from behind. Neither
of us said a word. We headed back to the lock keeping the boat close in to
the bank and tied it up securely when we got there.

Steve was sat on a bollard thing at the far end. "Stay here." I said to
Paul. As I walked down the lock. The keeper watched me closely. I stood
behind Steve and placed my hands on his shoulders as I stood behind him. I
fought the temptation to strangle him.

"Why?" Was all I said to him.

He tried to turn round. I fought hard to stop him. "I was trying to say
thanks for last night. Steve suggested," he paused, "I gave you a BJ." He
whispered. "But I wanted to give you some thing more special."

"Yea. You violated me. You heard what I said yesterday, but still you did
it! Why?"

"I don't know. Perhaps it's because I feel the same for you as you feel for
Paul. I don't know." He burst into tears.

"By doing that you ruined every thing we had that was special." I took a
couple of deep breaths.  "I can never trust you again. You know that." I
pulled his back tight against me. He tried to turn again. I stopped
him. "No. This is the only way we can talk." I turned and walked back to
Paul.

"You alright son?" The keeper asked.

It was obvious there had been a problem. "I'm fine when people don't betray
my trust."

I continued walking back to Paul. I collapsed into his arms as I cried my
heart out. I think it was that moment I realised my true feelings for
Steve.

"Jaaaaack." The voice trailed off. I kept walking.

There was a loud splash. I spun round instantly. "Where's Steve?" I shouted
as I raced back down the lock. I looked over the edge into the lock. There
was nothing there. I passed the gate only to see him bobbing as he drifted
down stream. Paul raced past me with the throw line. I followed him closely
keeping my eye on Steve.

I saw Paul throw the line. It missed him by a couple of metres. "Give it
here." I dragged the line in as Paul tried to coil it. We sprinted 50 - 100
metres past Steve this time. I filled the bag with water and launched
it. The line trailed straight over his head. We took the slack in and
braced ourselves. My heart felt like it was trying to force its way out of
my chest. The adrenaline was in full flow. The line suddenly went slack.

"Steve let go!" I shouted as we dashed further down the bank after him. He
was now closer to the bank, but was still in a lot of trouble. I launched
the bag again. Another good shot. We took the in slack and I left Paul to
act as an anchor as I went down level with Steve. I started shouting
encouragement and all sorts of other things. Finally I shouted, "I LOVE
YOU!"

He disappeared below the water for a moment. Paul grabbed me just as I was
about to go in after him. I wriggled myself free and before he could stop
me I was cutting through the water like a torpedo heading straight for my
target.

There was a short struggle in the water as I overcame his panic and dragged
him back to the bank. The water current was strong but between the keeper
and Paul we were both unceremoniously dragged out of the water.

Steve just lay there coughing and spluttering whilst I just shook as the
adrenaline flowed through me.

"What happened Steve?" I asked as I gasped for breath.

"I slipped as I turned and before I knew what was going on I was fighting
for my life." He was laying there looking like a soggy sponge that had bee
dumped on the ground.

I hugged him close and despite what he had done, I knew then, Paul had some
serious competition for my love. What was I supposed to do now? I knew I
there was more than one way to love someone but two love two people in the
way I loved them both seemed, at the time, to be courting disaster, or was
it?

The keeper picked Steve up and Paul me. We were both carried back to the
keepers office where we were met by an ambulance crew and carted off to
hospital for a thorough check up. All of the who-har about what I had done
floated over my head as I tried to resolve the conflict about loving to
great guys such as these.

We parted at the hospital not knowing if we would ever meet again but
somehow I knew we would. I couldn't have said when or where, I just knew
it.


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