My Journey

My Journey - Episode Four By Larry (Laetuseros@aol.com) Edited by Chipster (chipster071053@yahoo.com)

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MY JOURNEY Chapter 4

Ken and I took a few of my crew to the commissary to withdraw provisions for the last half of our trip. He made sure that we also restocked the ramada with the can goods we had used during our stay. Doing that would insure that the next group coming through had provisions to start their first meal.

My gang carried the provisions to the corral and Ken supervised their loading the wanagan boxes. The wrangler came round to check, but seeing Ken on the job left to tend to the burros, lining them up along the corral fencing. The wrangler checked the crosses that went on the burros back and from which the wanagan boxes hung. I picked up a bundle of burro blankets and set about brushing down the animals and fitting them with the blankets.

Chas's crew showed up and the wrangler supervised, not having confidence in Chas. It made me smile. The wrangler was ordering Chas' crew all over the corral, while he left my crew alone to load up the burros. I was proud of these thirteen/fourteen year olds as they efficiently went about loading the burros. I watched as a few of the more experienced went to the burro's head, feed it a sugar cube and breathed into its nostrils and softly talked to it, and scratched behind the ears and rubbed down its neck. Sam had told us that little secret. It insured that the animal would listen to its handler and not baulk at every obstacle. Ken saw this and grinned.

The advisor came up to the corral. I guess he couldn't find a nearby stream to cast his fishing fly in. He stood, puffing on his pipe, watching the boys in action. Ken strode over to him and said he'd like to get started right after lunch. The first length would be around Deer Lake Mesa and into Harlan base camp. It was a short trip, but would get everyone loosened up for the longer trip to Ponil. He nodded his head in agreement and went back to the campsite to pack his things.

We fitted up each burro with a grain sack to munch on while the crew went back to the site for a dry lunch of sandwiches, cookies and fruit. Ken checked over the campsite. While we had been packing the burros, the other half of my crew had done an excellent job of stowing all the ramada gear, cleaning out the fire pit, and policing the site for any object that didn't grow there. Then they cleaned themselves up and had all the backpack in a line down the middle of the site. I was really impressed.

Chas' group staggered into camp and started fixing lunch in their ramada. Ken went to Chas and suggested he get some teens policing their campsite and to get things ready for the trip right after they cleaned up the ramada. So in his usual fashion, Chas pointed and shouted orders to members of his crew, with the usual admonition, "Get going, or else!"

We left Cimarroncito and hiked into the Ponderosa Pine forest. It became quiet, just the creaking of leather on the burros, and the soft talk of the boys as they slogged on. Occasionally a clear call of a bird was heard. It was beautiful and I think everyone was impressed with God's creation.

Ken was in the lead with my crew following him. I was in the middle, and Chas' crew followed me, and the adult advisor and Chas brought up the rear of the long column. Ken had started to point out some of the plants along the trail, and each crew member dutifully passed the info to the teen following him, and it went back down the line.

The trip was only four and a half miles of beautiful woodland. Midway, Ken stopped the column to rest the burros and to give a nature lecture on the area we were traversing. It also allowed us to water down the trees and plants. I watched with some amusement as a few of the teens made cat holes and bared their milky white asses to the light of day and took a healthy dump. I guess I was the only one to take notice; the crew seemed to accept it as something quite normal. I again began rethinking my upbringing.

It had been getting warmer. Ken stretched and removed his jeans jacket. Everyone of my crew stretched and removed their jackets, storing them on their pack, exactly like Ken was doing. Ken turned, saw what had happened, and smiled and nodded his head. The members of my crew were all grinning back. Not to be outdone with this display of hero worship, I removed my jacket to show that I also was bare-chested. My crew beamed approval. As Ken hoisted his pack to his back, so did everyone of my crew.

Harlan was a beautiful campsite. It was a clearing surrounded by forest. The ranger station was a slab sided building, stained dark brown with a green tarpaper roof. A stake-side truck was parked alongside.

The ranger came out and greeted our group of now tired teens. He took us to our campsite and walked us around to show us that it was pristine, just like we would leave it in a couple of days. The tents were on wooden platforms along each side. At the foot was a fire pit for campfires. We had the usual two ramadas, one for each crew. The advisor took the first tent. I assigned my crew to tents, with Ken and I in the last tent farthest from the advisor, Chas did the same.

I watched my crew swing into action. Several stripped down to just boots and shorts and started splitting wood and building a fire, others went to get water for cooking, and the cooks checked out the ramada boxes, sorting out the canned goods and preparing for this evening meal. Chas noticed this and started ordering his crew to get busy making camp. Ken and I just looked and listened, shaking our heads. Chas came over and said, "What?'

Ken hauled off and punched him in the deltoids. "You ass, don't you know any other way to instruct your crew? You're always telling them what to do. They know what they need to do! You don't have to bully them!"

Chas came to his own defense with, "Those little fuckers don't do shit without being told what to do and when to do it! I sure pulled a lot of dead wood."

"Yeah, poor you, have you ever complimented them on the nice job they are doing, carrying your sad ass down the trail and on the campsite?" Ken was getting a bit peeved at Chas attitude. "You are supposed to be their leader, lead by example!"

Ken assembled the rest of my crew, those not busy setting up camp, and we went out to gather up firewood. We were lucky, Ken told us, in that not too many groups had been through the area and there was firewood plenty to be found nearby. The ranger had directed Ken to a downed ponderosa, and given us a huge bucksaw to use. Ken used his sharp axe to cut a kerf in the log, then placed the saw in the slot. I took one handle and he took the other and we showed my boys how to slice through the timber.

After a few minutes, Ken stopped. He pulled off his t-shirt and dropped his shorts. His body glistened in the sunlight. He looked at me, his eyebrow lifted. "We might as well get comfortable, gentlemen." I looked around me as my crew stripped down to bare skin. Ken looked around, beamed, and flashed his killer smile, and my crew was very pleased with themselves. Then all eyes were on me as I removed my clothes.

"Whew, nice bod, nice equipment, kewl, I like that!" were the comments I received from my young crew. I know I was ten shades of red. Ken was grinning like a fool, and all he said was, "I told yah!"

Ken grabbed a handle, and I the other and we continued to work up sweat sawing through the log. Several of the crew had found a sledge and wedges. They started splitting the sections of log as we cut them. When Ken felt we had enough split to take back, he stopped cutting and sat on the remaining log. He looked at me and patted a section of log right next to him. "Come on and rest a bit." I sat down next to him and noticed his cock was filling out, firming up.

"You ever see such poetry in action. Look at those studs split those sections. Like real woodsmen, huh?" I looked at my naked crew. Some were approaching puberty; a few were well into it, with dark patches of fur over their bobbing penises. Carl clearly was the most developed. I watched as his muscles flexed in the sunlight. He brought down the axe with enough force to split a section in one blow. Matt was developing, being a little softer, not quite so defined muscularly. He was watching Carl, fondling his balls.

Ken hit me in the side with his elbow. "I know what he's thinking!"

"Okay guys, you've done a great job. I think we'll have enough wood to supply us while we are here. So find a log and rest a bit." I noticed Matt was already hanging on Carl's shoulder as they walked toward a downed log. The other crew members paired off and went to sit on logs. No one seemed anxious to get dressed. They all seemed to be enjoying the freedom of being naked.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a couple of the groups being very familiar with one another. Hands were on thighs, rubbing chests or backs. Then I spotted Matt laying a big wet lipped kiss on Carl. Carl was responding in kind. My mind's eye immediately fastened on an old painting I had seen in an art book, two youths kissing. Ken let out a soft, "Yeah, that's the picture I get, too!" I looked at him, a question on my face. "You know two youths kissing, the Michelangelo statues? You must have seen it!"

Again, I was dumb struck that he was thinking the same thing I was and knew what I had seen in my mind. Ken's arm was around my hip, his other had was tracing a finger down my chest, his eyes were on mine, his lips parted, and I heard in my head the command, "Kiss me!" My head tilted and our open lips met, his tongue rubbed gently over my upper lip and he then sucked on my lower lip, and then I was his to use. I met his tongue with mine and we tongue wrestled as our spit mingled and we became fully aroused. His hand caressed my pecs, he tweaked a nipple, his hand slide down my side to my thigh, he squeezed, then his hand found and grasped my hardened rod of pleasure. He squeezed it in his hand, his fingers closed around the shaft and he was soon stroking me off using my pre cum as lubricant. He never broke our kiss. He was sucking my tongue down into his throat, then releasing it.

I broke away and gasped, my lungs hungry for air. I looked into those green eyes of his and became lost to lust. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was aware that the other teens were also locking lips and had ventured into heavier sexual contact. All I wanted was more of Ken's lips, more of his fondling, more of his hands over my hot body.

Ken laid back along the log, pulling me over the top of him. I held my body over his on my extended arms and boot tips. "Larry," Ken whispered in a husky voice, "Lay over me, and let our cocks rub on each other. I want your chest on mine." His hands snaked up around my torso and he pulled me forcefully to him.

Ken's hand went to the back of my head and he pulled me down in another deep passionate kiss. My hands were under his armpits. I pushed up off him, breaking the kiss and telling him, "We shouldn't, we can't, not here, not now!"

I jumped off the log and stood looking at Ken. My pulse was racing, I wanted to do as he asked, but I couldn't. Not in front of part of my crew. Ken laid there, turned his head to me and said, "Look around you, what do you see?" The first thing I saw was his cock, swollen hard and bobbing over his stomach. I tore my eyes from that and looked around in the forest. Carl had mounted Matt and was plowing his ass at a steady rate. Jerry had Ralph squatting in front of him, obviously servicing his cock. Stuart and Harold were laying on top of each other, Harold's legs raised around Stuarts hips. Stuart was thrusting his fat cock into Harold's ass. Kenny and Brian were sucking on each other's cocks in a hot 69 position.

"Doesn't seem like anyone is paying attention to what we were about to do. Man, I sure want to get some of Stuart's prick up my ass, looks like that boy has a horse cock of about nine inches or so!" Ken reached for my arm and pulled me to him. I leaned against the log and his hand directed my head to his bouncing man meat. Inside my head I heard the words 'lick it, suck on it; kiss it, make love to it!'

My tongue went down to lap his ball sack, then flicked up along his swollen vein covered shaft. I licked around the glans; he shuddered. He urged me to kiss it, to take it into my warm mouth. My right hand grasp his meat and held it upright, my left hand caressed his thigh and teased his tight ball sack, sliding down below it to his ass crack. I was now taking his rod deep into my mouth, allowing it to slide into my throat and then I sucked hard and tried swallowing it. He moaned his pleasure, his hand rubbed the back of my head, he fingered my hair, whispered encouragement to take it all. Take it all right down to his pubic hair, as I twisted my head and mouth around his silken pride. I came back up his stalk and kissed and licked the glans again, then plunged down into his groin.

I soon became aware of something hot and wet licking between my ass cheeks, fingers spread my ass cheeks and I felt what had to be a raspy tongue glide past my pink rosebud. I felt a nose rubbing up and down my ass crack, and a tongue bringing me thrills a plenty and I sucked hard on Ken's magnificent cock. Ken was thrusting up into my mouth and his hand kept me in place. Ken was uttering nasty comments to keep me going. I gasped as I felt something warm engulf my dripping cock. A finger had been poked into my ass hole and was working itself in and out, my cock was being ravenously sucked and licked and both of Ken's strong hands held me in place on his throbbing man meat. He came in a single strong burst, I choked, he released me and I pulled up and he exploded again on my tongue and filled my mouth cavity with more spurts of his spunk. I pulled off his cock and it slapped on his belly, wet, glistening, oozing sperm from his piss slit. It was so beautiful. I opened my mouth to show him his seed, tilted my head back and swallowed like a whore slut.

I laid my head on his stomach, his hands caressing my head and face. I was being stimulated now with the action being done to my cock and ass. I glanced down and saw that it was Matt sucking my cock, and yeah it felt like a Hoover vacuum. I knew then that it had to be Carl licking and fingering my ass. I felt those tingles, and felt the surge as my seed propelled itself down Matt's hungry throat. At that instant, I felt Carl's tongue slip up into my rectum. I quivered, gasped, laughed, and grunted out my orgasm.

Carl slapped my ass cheek hard. "Shit, I wanted to plow your sweet hole when you went off. Ain't nothing better around your prick when that sphincter clamps down tight and you shoot your seed!"

I was recovering, coming back to reality. I had just give Ken a blow job, had Matt give me a low job, and Carl had fingered and licked my ass in front of six others of my crew. I pushed off the log and slowly turned round to see all six of them in a semi circle around us.

"Shit, Ken, that looked like you were in heaven. Larry, you really did a job on him. You want to try a real man cock in your mouth," spouted Stuart as he flicked his cock around in his hand. I noticed it was still full and fat, and long!

Ken rose up into a sitting position on the log, his hands at each side of his knees and he looked at the crew formed around us. "Okay guys, we've had a good time getting off our jollies, but what happened here stays here! You know what I mean? Get dressed and I'll take you to see the sawmill." There were voiced, "yeah, yeah, we know!" and they all set about finding their clothes and getting back into them.

Ken pushed off the log and landed on his feet. "Well, greenhorn, satisfied that your crew are not all innocent angels? You feeling okay with what happened? I sure can't complain, as that was a terrific blowjob. You're getting to be a professional!" He hugged me and we pulled on our clothes.

"Ken, I still don't feel this is right. What happens when these kids get back to Cleveland and are split miles apart from each other. What do they do then. I think we are just encouraging them to get hurt."

"Larry, they'll find other friends to get off with. It's not like they were in love with each other, its just helping relieve an itch we all have and need to get taken care of now and then. They'll see each other at activities and have a great time together. They're not like you and me, were asshole buddies!" He punched my arm and playfully danced around like a boxer. "Come on, lighten up will ya!"

"Ken, what did you mean, they're not like us? What are we like, how are we different?'

"Awe, you just had to pick up on that, didn't you! Damn, I have such a hard time understanding your way of thinking about sex. It's natural, baby! You don't have to be ashamed of it. None of your guys are ashamed, they all enjoy giving each other the ultimate pleasure...a nice big orgasm! It's not something that you advertise and shout about. You just do it, enjoy it, and keep quiet about what you did. Everyone is happy.

"No Ken, you didn't answer my question. How are we different?" I stared him down. I wanted an answer. I wasn't going to let this go, it was too important to me. I grabbed his arm and turned him around so I could watch his face, look into his eyes, down into his soul.

"Because I'm falling in love with you!" He blurted out and trudged on down the trail

I ran after him trying to catch up, wanting to ask him to repeat himself. The guy said he was in love with me. Me, who didn't get any love or hugs at home. He loved me! How could this be? We had only known each other for 20 days. Could one be in love and know it in just 20 days? Ken said he was falling in love with me, was that different than being in love with me? I now had hundreds of questions racing through my brain. Carl called to me from up front, "Larry come on, catch up, you got to see this, it's just like a picture on a calendar."

I walked up to the group, and looked out from the forest edge. There across the valley was the sawmill, smoke rising from the stack, men milling around, pulling logs through the saw, stacking planks in piles. The mountains rose on the other side of the valley and it was framed, just like a picture on a calendar. Log trucks were coming down a road to the mill with huge logs on the trailers.

Ken was telling us that most of the lumber used on the ranch came from this mill and from the Ponderosa pine that covered the slopes of the mountain. What the ranch didn't use was sold to support the ranch. He also told the eager crew that we were not allowed down at the mill, that it was forbidden on pain of broken legs. He turned the groaning crew around and headed back to the clearing we had cut firewood. Each of us grabbed and armful of the fresh clean cut firewood and walked back to the campsite. As we piled the firewood in a stack, it came to nearly a cord. Ken mentioned that we'd go through it in the next few days. Our adult advisor complimented us on our hard work in obtaining that much firewood in just a few hours. If he only knew what had gone on! I wondered what he'd think of us.

The guys had fixed us a real meal. Ken had earlier shown a couple of the guys how to set snares. Part of their survival woods lore requirement. They'd caught a couple of grouse and a rabbit. The ranger had shown them how to gut and skin them. So we had fresh meat that night along with the dried food packet and some cattail roots. The salad was a bit bitter tasting, but the guys really tried to make the most out of what they'd done during the day. I really laid the compliments on them. I was so proud of my group. I rustled up some Heath bars from my pack and passed them around. The guys told me that made the day for them. I signed them off on their survival skills requirements.

A campfire was laid, and the ranger came down to join us in a songfest. After a few songs, the ranger got up and told us about the area, and about the area we would go into the next few days. He told us the tale of "Black Jack's Hideout," which we'd pass on our way up Turkey Gulch. I looked around at the wide eyes of my teens, some were fascinated, others skeptical, all were raring to go. We sang some slow songs, winding down the day as the fire burned into embers. The ranger got up, bid us good journey and went back to his cabin. Ken stood, and said, "Guys, we need to put out these embers, so pull out your hoses and help me drowned out the fire!"

Some of the guys started giggling, but all of us had our pricks in hand and hosed down the red embers of the fire with urine. I was surprised to see our advisor had his cock in hand, covered so we couldn't see its size, emitting a huge forceful stream into the fire pit. A pungent smell rose in the steam as the embers blinked out. Having relieved ourselves, the group quietly slipped away to their tents.

The camp filled with soft whispers, a few giggles, and "shushes" and then settled down. Ken slipped his arm around my waist and pulled my hip next to his. "Want to bet what's going on in the other tents?' He asked.

"NO!" I sheepishly replied. He knew I was smiling and slightly embarrassed at the thought of guys helping guys reach a climax so that they could sleep restfully, spooned together in the sleeping bags.

Ken responded with a low "Mmmmmm! Not a bad idea. You're bag or mine?"

"First, we talk. I still want an explanation about your comment this afternoon. Did I hear you say you thought you were falling in love with me?" We crawled into our tent together and sat on our own sleeping bag. Ken was sitting Indian style, pulling his jean jacket and t-shirt off. He unlaced his boots, and pulled of his socks, wiggled his toes, and said, "Ah, that feels good! Now about this afternoon." He hand his hands on his knees. "I am serious. I think I am falling in love with you. You know I've messed around with my football and track buddies, but that was just sex, just getting our nut off the best possible way. With you it's different, really different. I look at you and I know what you are thinking, I can read your thoughts, I feel great when I'm with you and feel lost when I am separated from you. I think thoughts and you respond without my telling you. It is really weird and I have been afraid to tell you about it." He looked up into my face, waiting for me to answer, I guess to tell him he was crazy.

"No! I am not crazy! It can only be love or something like it." My mouth dropped open and he asked, "What, what did I say?"

"Ken you responded to what I was thinking, I didn't say a word!" A shiver ran down my spine and I shuddered. "I think it is more telepathic! Maybe we can read each others thoughts." I waited for him to speak.

"What, I heard you say I was crazy! I heard you, plain as day! Tell me you did speak to me." Now it was my turn to be confused.

"Naw, I was just thinking about telling you, I didn't utter a word. What am I thinking now?"

"I can't. You seem confused, you don't believe me, you think I'm second guessing you as to what you're thinking. Wait, you're saying whether its weird or not, you'll take all the love I can give you, you want me to take you, you want me to kiss you!" He rose up and put his lips to mine, and I fell back with him on top of me.

"Get your jeans off stud, I want you all of you. I want to feel your bare chest press mine, I want your abs to press mine, I want to feel our cocks throb between us, I want your lips on mine, your tongue down my throat, I want your fingers pinching my nipples, I want your hot wet mouth around my prick, I want your cock up my ass chute I want all you can give to me." We were writhing together. He was kissing all over my face and neck, licking, sucking, moving downward, across my abdominals, following the treasure trail to my hot, hard, throbbing, straining cock. My hands griped his shoulders, pushing him down, my hips thrusting up against him.

His tongue was licking up and down my shaft. I felt the flat of his tongue swirl round my swollen head, then his tongue flicked down and up. He stopped at the glans and his tongue lapped at the sensitive spot below my urethra, catching the clear drops of pre cum that spilt out. His warm fleshy lips slid over the glans, capturing it in his mouth, the tongue lapping and stroking the swollen corona, sending shudders down my body. I was breathing in shallow gasps, I was mewing, my hips heaving, my head swinging form side to side in my lust. The tingling started deep, working toward my cock; I moaned that I was cumming, pleading for release.

Ken told me, "Not now, wait," and he pressed his thumb at the base of my hard stalk and pulled down into my ball sack. His mouth left my cock and he licked below my silky ball sack, and went deeper, lifting my legs and hips up so I rested my ass cheeks on his thighs.

His cock was dripping pre cum. I felt the hot drops hit my ass. I opened my eyes to see Ken suck his finger, the spit on the tip, which he then placed on my puckered ass ring. I felt the finger enter and move around inside me. I felt him jam his finger deep; he slid it in and out, sensitizing my hole. I felt my ass ring stretch. "Just two fingers, babe, just two to loosen you up. God I love the feel of your hot guts on my finger, it's so soft and silky feeling, so hot, so ready to receive what I have to give you. Oh, and you are so ready to receive what I'm offering. I know you want to tear my balls off, if I don't put my man's cock up your ass. It's coming babe, just a few more finger thrusts and you'll be ready." He moved forward and I felt the smooth thrill of his entering my stretched orifice, that wonderful feeling as he first passed the muscle and it snaps tight around his cock head. The feel of his silken head force its way deeper into my innards, filling me, sliding deeper up my channel, rubbing that wonderful gland that sent those wonderful shivers up to my brain. A long moan of lust left my lips as he fully seated himself against my crotch.

He leaned through my thighs, slipping his hands along my chest and under my shoulders and laid his head next to mine, whispering, "Its in all the way. I am so glad you feel all of it, your thoughts are of love, it feels so warm, so tight, so hot, so silky smooth." He lifted his hips and I felt his cock withdraw, I moaned no, don't go, and felt him re-enter me, sliding deep once more. He lifted his chest up his head hanging down between his muscular shoulders, he lifted his hips, his cock pulled outward, and then he thrust in, hard, deep, passionately. He worked into a steady pattern. I reached up to his hard nipples and worked them with my fingers. I reached down and felt the head of my cock and it was slippery with my juices. I looked up at him; he was perspiring, beads of sweat dripped off the tip of his nose and onto my chest. He was breathing hard, his tongue protruded from one side of his mouth, his eyes tight closed, his hips flexing in and out.

I was being, as I had read in those Playboy mags, being royally fucked. My feet were firmly planted on the floor, and I was using the leverage to thrust my ass up as he thrust his rod of pleasure into me. We were both grunting and gasping as I felt the tingle of my climax start deep within me. Ken was gasping out "Ah, ah, ahs" as he gave shorter and shorter thrusts inward, soon he was grinding his pelvis against my pelvic girdle and we were both spewing our seed. Mine shot between us, his spurted deep with in me and I felt the warm glow of its heat against my colon walls.

Ken collapsed onto my body, spent. I grasp his chest and back in my arms and held him close, the voice spoke within my head, "Yeah babe, it was the greatest ever, what a fuck! I am so in love with you. I don't know of anyone that could give me what you just gave to me. Don't ever leave me, stay here with me, go home with me, be my brother, love me!"

I felt his hot tears on my face. My tears ran down my cheeks. Not a word was spoken, as he rose off me and laid beside me, holding me, caressing me, kissing me.

I was stunned. It was so beautiful, I felt so loved, so needed, so wanted for the first time in my seventeen years on earth. I started sobbing, because I knew that within the week we would part company, maybe forever. I would never feel this way again. The rain started softly hitting the tent and was soon pounding down. Lightning lit up the tent and thunder crashed around us. Mother nature matched the storm that raged within me.

Ken rose and pulled me into his arms, kissing my tears, my eyelids. I wiped my nose with the side of my hand, and sobbed again. "Oh, Ken, we're doomed. We will never have anything like his again. You'll be here as a guide, and I'll be back in Cleveland, two thousand miles away."

"Then I want us to do this every chance we get for the next week. I want you to fuck me and I want to fuck you so we will remember this wonderful blending of our bodies in true bliss. I love you, Larry. I always will no matter where life takes us. You hear me? I do love you!" and he started sobbing with me. We held each other for a long time. Our sobs went away and we just hugged each other listening to the rain hit the tarp. We laid in each others arms as the thunder crashed about us.

I heard squeals and shouts, and the tent flaps burst open. Matt and Carl fell into the tent, their wet bodies shining in the lightning strikes. I looked at Ken, he looked at me and we both laughed. We had two naked, wet, fourteen year olds, sprawled out in front of us. I reached for Matt and Ken pulled Carl to him. We held the shivering teens against our hot sweat covered bodies. Matt's smooth wet skin felt good to my hot body. I hoped it felt as good to him. I opened my bedroll and started slipping in, pulling Matt with me. He spooned up against me, still shivering. I asked, "What happened?"

Matt explained that they were just getting ready to slip into their bedrolls, when the tent fell down, or was blown down by a strong wind. They were immediately drenched by the storm, so dashed into our place of safety. I told Matt, he would have some explaining to do if we found the tent standing in the morning. He just spooned tighter into my stomach, pushing his cold bubble butt against my shriveled organ. He had stopped his shivering and warmth enveloped us both and we drifted off to sleep.

As usual for a teenager, we both had morning woodies. Mine was between Matt's thighs, just under his butt pushing against what felt like his scrotum. His was in my hand, which was gripping it tightly. I raised my head and looked over at Ken. He and Carl were tightly spooned together and Carl had a big smile on his face. Ken was uttering soft, "Uh, uh, uhs, oh that feels so good!"

"Shit Ken, can't you be true for one night?" I laughed because I knew from Carl's facial expression where Ken's big prong was penetrating. "Enjoying it Carl?" And he replied with a big, "Oh, yeah!"

Matt's head turned to me, "You could do that to me. It's a nice way to wake up!"

"Oh no I can't! I'm three years older than you and I don't want to be jailed for sodomizing a minor. Now get up and see if you still have clothes and a tent." I unzipped the bag and slipped out. I pulled on my shorts and boots and leaving the tent, went to the latrine to release the pent up fluids from my hard rod. I stood spread legged, my cock sticking out of my shorts and a thick stream of hot steaming piss hitting the metal trough and flowing down the drain hole. Ken appeared beside me, his shorts thrown over his shoulder, He was stroking his cock and the piss shot out of it. He looked at me, grinned and said, "Now this truly is the pause that refreshes, Coca cola's second!"

Coming back from the latrine we saw that the boys tent had blown down and off the platform. Apparently the tent stakes had been loosened by the rainwater and pulled out as the wind blew against their tent. Being the first tent in the row didn't help matters. The wind hit it full aside.

The morning cooking crew was up and had things ready. The fire was heating water, the powdered eggs were being mixed, peach cobbler was cooking in the Dutch oven, and the coffee was read to serve. Someone had found canned bacon and that was being readied to fry in the iron spyder. A naked Matt and Carl strode out from the latrine and over to where their tent had been. The bedrolls were soaked. Fortunately they had closed their packs and were able to find dry clothes to put on. Stuart and Brian came over to help. The teens spread the open sleeping bags over the ridge of their tent and spread them out to dry. Several others came over to help put up the tent. I was very pleased to see the team developing as a whole working unit.

Ken went to our adult advisor and told him he wanted to take a few of the boys down to the 'Cimarron' to see how high the river was running and find the best place to cross. The advisor gave the okay and Ken picked out a group to accompany us down the slope of the mesa. We could see the river sparkle in the sunlight and saw the roadway that snaked its way down the valley next to the river. Ken mentioned that the town of Cimarron was just around that bend.

We found a footbridge that spanned the river, but that wouldn't let the burros cross, and we sure didn't want them forging the river. Upstream was the Harlan Bridge across the river, connecting the dirt road from the base camp to the highway. The burros would have to cross there and then come down along the riverbank to the underpass into Turkey Canyon. We'd assemble at the underpass and then all proceed up the canyon to our next campsite.

Ken asked if we wanted to go into Cimarron and see a western town. He knew a restaurant with bullet holes in the ceiling. We could get a snack there and then come back to camp. We were all eager to see the town. We followed the river down along the highway and into town. We found the restaurant and ordered coffee and cherry pie with a spoon of ice cream. The owner told us the story of the bullet holes as we polished off the pie and coffee. Ken started looking worried and hinted that we had better head back to camp.

Ken led the group out of town and cross-country and up the side of Eagle Nest mesa. It was rough hiking over unbroken ground. The chaparral scratch at our arms and jeans. The loose rock underfoot slowed down our progress, and the sun started sinking behind the mountain. We were half way to camp when night settled over us and the dusk became blackness. I asked Ken if we were lost.

He addressed the group. "Since its pitch black and the moon won't rise for another hour or so, we are going to have to stick close together. If you look up toward the top of the mesa you'll be able to see a light. That's our beacon that we head for. So again, stick close together and follow me." The trail that Ken was blazing was steeper the closer we got to camp and the beacon became brighter the nearer we came. Another half hour and we walked into camp. We were met by the ranger who was lowering the beacon from the flagpole. "If you hadn't come in now, we would have been out looking for you. Did you run into some trouble?'

Ken explained that we had hiked into Cimarron and it had taken more time than he realized. Our adult advisor told us that dinner had been hours ago and most of the boys we in their tents sleeping and we should do that too. He'd talk to us in the morning.

A very tired six teens went to bed without a warm meal in their bellies. I checked the pail of water over the cook fire. It was still hot, so I went to the tent and got a face cloth and poured some of the warm water over it and wiped my face and arms with it. I rinsed it and brought it over to Ken who was adding a few small sticks to the embers. I tenderly wiped his face and neck. I reached inside his jeans jacket and wiped his chest and under his arms. Withdrawing the cloth, I smelled his musky scent and inhaled it.

"Let's get to bed!" And we both walked to our tent. He held the tent flap open for me. I climbed past him and sat down on my bedroll. I felt a rumble in my lower intestines. I removed my clothes and slipped into my sleeping bag, Ken slid behind me and held me in his arms. We quickly fell asleep.

I awoke with a start. I quickly slid out of the bag and dashed behind tent. With my hand I scooped out a cat hole and squatted down over it. They say a goose shit's loose, and I know I outdid that. It was like liquid. I didn't feel good. I reached around for something to wipe my cheeks and found a leaf that helped. I covered the mess and slowly walked back to the latrine. I found some paper and wiped myself clean. I was feeling worse. Halfway back to the tent, I made a dash to the woods and puked up cherries and thick cream. I knelt there and emptied the contents of my stomach. Ken found me and helped me back to the tent. He felt my forehead and said I had a fever. I just wanted to lay down and die. He covered me up and sat wrapped in his sleeping bag, watching my as I tossed and turned in my bedroll.

When morning came, Ken helped me dress and took me to the ranger's cabin. The ranger called ranch headquarters by radio and they gave him instructions to bring me and any other boys that had similar feelings to the base dispensary. Two of Chas' boys and one of mine had similar symptoms. The ranger told Ken to have some of the boys gather our equipment and load it on the truck.

It was a dusty, bumpy ride in the stake side truck down to ranch headquarters. Peter greeted us and gave all of us and small cup of licorice tasting syrup. He told us to all go over to the quad and bunk out and try to sleep. He come check on us in an hour to see how we were doing.

I awoke with Peter standing next to me. I was in the upper bunk, and he was leaning on the side rail, just looking at me. He saw my eyes flutter, then open. "How you feeling, Larry? You know you are really handsome when you're sleeping." He bent down and kissed me quickly on the cheek.

"Thanks, I think. I do feel better, and hungry." I wondered why he had kissed me.

"Good, the other boys have gone to the mess hall for soup and toast. I'll walk you over. I have to check that they don't eat too much and overload their stomachs. You've all had a case of diarrhea or dysentery. I don't know which, until I talk with all of you about what you've eaten or drank. Apparently the medicine worked, as you are all ambulatory and hungry. That's a good sign."

We walked slowly to the mess hall. Peter helped himself to a few pieces of toast and a large cup of coffee. I asked for a cup of soup, and put several pieces of toast on my tray and filled my cup with hot water, and grabbed a couple of tea bags. Mom had taught us boys that a stomach upset would settle down when you sipped a strong cup of tea. We joined the other recovering teens and Peter started the questioning.

The ranger joined us and asked Peter if we were well enough to make it back to camp. Peter hesitated and told him he'd like to observe us today, and felt he could release us tomorrow morning. "Okay, I'll see you guys tomorrow morning and we will join your group in short order. That gives me a day and evening to relax. He winked at Peter, who smiled and winked at me. I knew that it would be a hot time in the old showers tonight.

We finished eating. I told Peter I felt better. He told us that we should still have a light lunch, and stay away from any fatty foods, like ice cream, sloppy joes, fries or malted milkshakes. We should be sure to drink enough water throughout the day and to sleep if we felt tired.

I offered to take the boys on a tour of the Kit Carson museum. They all agreed that it would be a good activity. I walked them over, introduced the ranger and took the boys through the museum, pointing to the artifacts and repeating the stories Ken had told me.

The museum contains a large selection of pottery and artifacts of the Pueblo Indians, as well as two huge tapestries collected by owners of the land grant the ranch is located upon.

The day passed quickly. Peter joined us for dinner and assured himself that we had returned to normal hungry teens. That evening we joined the other campers viewing a John Wayne western movie in the mess hall. After munching on apples, popcorn and washing it down with bug juice, we walked back to the quad and climbed into our bunks. I fell asleep quickly, missing Ken's warm, body next to mine.

The next morning, we were up and standing in line for breakfast. The ranger and Peter walked over to us and joined us for breakfast. After a hearty breakfast we left with the Ranger and rode back to Harlan camp to join our group.

Ken met me as I jumped down from the truck. He hoisted my backpack and walked with me over to our campsite. My crew greeted me with whoops and hollers that the "master returns!" and I was plummeted with hearty back slapping from all sixteen boys. I really appreciated the warm welcome. I was regaled with stories of what I had missed, the hikes into the forest, the climb to the mesa top, the rifle and archery range, the botany and geological instruction. Matt and Carl winked as they explained that I had missed some real fun. I thought I knew what they were hinting at.

Ken called the entire group together around a ramada and explained that we were about to enter into a 12-mile hike up a dry, very dry, canyon. We were to be sure to tank up on water here, and be sure to have filled canteens. We'd water the burros at the river after crossing. From the minute we entered Turkey Canyon, water would be rationed. We were reminded to use the pebble trick to promote saliva.

Ken asked for questions. He answered them fully. After that we went to the corral to pick up the burros. My crew had done an excellent job in packing, and I was real free with my compliments to them. They were beaming. I also told them that I was proud of how they worked together while I was incapacitated. This brought on a lot of friendly back slapping and high fives amongst them.

The wrangler and ranger wished us safe journey in Spanish, "Vios con dios!" which in English translates to "Go with God!" and we did. We slowly proceeded down the dirt road that I had recently traveled in the truck. It was a long way down to the river and we were all perspiring from the heat of the day and our exertion walking down.

I think, dear readers, that this is a good place to stop. We'll continue with the trip up Turkey Canyon and our visit to bandito Black Jack's Hideout in the next episode. So hang in there with me. I'll work diligently to write the rest of the story for you. Do let me know what you liked about this episode, especially if you've traveled the same trails.

Larry - Laetuseros@aol.com (Editor: Chipster - chipster071053@yahoo.com)