My Journey - Episode Six By Larry (Laetuseros@aol.com) Edited by Chipster (chipster071053@yahoo.com)
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My Journey - Episode Six
I got the feeling that my crew was eager to get going, breakfast had not yet been started and they were cleaning up the pots and pans. Others were policing the tent area, picking up anything that didn't grow there. Some had even started a line of packs down the center of the campsite.
I walked to the latrine to relieve my full bladder, and some of the boys were standing inside relieving themselves. I was warmly greeted and they moved aside to let me have a go at the trough. I stepped up and aiming my pecker, let loose watching the thick yellow stream hit the metal and run down the drain.
Matt was on one of the holes and commented, "Oh, the man really needed that!" and chuckle as he let fly with a loud fart. The others all groaned and quickly left the latrine as Matt exclaimed, "What, what did I do? Where'd everybody go?" I just shook my head and my pecker and left as a foul odor permeated the latrine.
I washed my hands at the faucet, and went to join my crew polish down a very hearty breakfast. Someone had made pancakes, and we were served with a fried egg slipped between two pancakes and smothered in syrup and lots of hot chocolate and coffee. I noticed that a few of my crew were having coffee, and some had tea. I hadn't noticed that before. I was also aware that the cooking crew was operating sans t-shirts.
I polished off the huge pancakes and eggs, and complimented the cooks on a fine breakfast, and the rest of the crew in getting the camp ready to evacuate. I looked over at Chas' crew and saw that they were struggling, as usual. Carl saw me looking and asked, "You want us to go over and help them get into shape? We will if you want us too!" He stood waiting, his muscular legs spread wide, arms folded across his expanding chest, and a grin a mile wide on his face. He had some other agenda in mind, other than helping.
"That's a fine gesture Carl, but only after we get our crew organized and ready to leave. They have to learn by themselves, we can only be examples to them of how it should be done."
Carl's grin faded, and he looked at me, and asked, "Well can we prod them into hustling up? You know, kinda cheer them on with suggestions, like Ken does?" He stood waiting for a reply.
"Like I do what?" said Ken as he brought over his empty mess gear and rinsed them in the pail of hot sudsy water.
"I fear, mighty guide, that your secret has been discovered by my motley crew. Carl was asking if he could suggest to Chas' crew how to get into shape and ready to ship out!"
"Nah, Carl you leave that to me. You guys ready?" and he started looking over our half of the campsite and noticed that my crew was nearly ready to pull out and get the burros packed.
The cooking crew took Ken's gear and finished cleaning it, then disposed of the wash water in a sump pit and put out the cooking fire with the rest. My crew then started lining up along side their packs. Yes indeed, my guys were eager to get to Pueblano and that rifle range.
"Okay, Larry, you take your gang over to the corral and get the burros packed up and ready. I'll hustle Chas and his crew. Where's Mr. Glass? Is he packed and ready?"
"Right here, Ken, ready and waiting. If you don't object I'll go with Larry over to the corral and supervise the operations over there." He tamped his pipe with fresh tobacco and tried lighting it, then decided not to do it.
"Sure, that would be fine. I'll check the site and get Chas and his crew to do any last minute clean up, then join you at the corral." Ken had an evil grin on his face as he turned to walk over to Chas.
We had just finished feeding the burros and getting them watered. We were putting on the saddle blankets and cross tees and wanagan boxes of supplies when Ken and Chas showed up with his grumbling crew.
"Okay, gather round. I want to cover a few items with all of you concerning our trek today. As we get close to Pueblano, you will notice some fenced off area to your left. Under no circumstances are any of you to enter the area beyond the fence. That fence outlines the rifle range. To enter it is to take your life in your hand and kiss it goodbye. Do you all understand me? If I catch anyone beyond that fence, you will be hogtied and sent back to the main headquarters for shipment home. This is not a challenge, simply a fact that you better be comfortable with." Ken stared at each and every guy gathered around him. Everyone was sober and silent. You could hear the buzz of the flies, and the clear song of the birds, and the snuffle of the burros.
"Okay, then, let's get on the trail and have a great day of hiking." He strode off down the trail and the burros simply followed his lead, pulling their handler with them. We just all single file fell into a long line of hikers off into the Ponderosa forest.
It was warm and pleasant, the trail was clear, with yellow columbines and blue lupines blooming in the tall grass, and under the shade of the trees. I began to notice that my crew was dressed only in shorts, and heavy socks folded over their hiking boots. I also notice how their physical appearance had changed. Arms were now tanned and showing muscular development, calves were defined, knees had defined thigh muscle above them, the boys had a gait about them of assurance, a confidence.
Little Peter, the runt of my group, was now somehow transformed into an eager, developing young man. He was accepted by the rest of the crew and had stopped being a wimp and now was part of a team. Where he had joined us as a white-bodied tenderfoot, he was now looking more like a bronzed young god. I doubted if his over protective parents would recognize him when he returned to Cleveland.
Our Advisor, Mr. Glass, walked up to me. "They've grown in stature, haven't they? You have too! You'll make a fine leader, once you accept yourself." And he walked on past me and followed a burro along the trail.
I hustled to catch up to him, my pack swinging slightly as I took long steps to catch up. I needed to make sure I had heard what he had said to me.
"Wayne, what did you mean back there, when I accept myself?" and I looked at him as he smiled at me. We walked side by side up the trail.
"Just like your crew, you are developing into manhood. I've seen how you interact with your crew and with Ken. You are a natural, but something is holding you back from becoming what you could be, what you will be if you discover what is holding you back. You have lost some of that lankiness that you had when we first meet. You look more like Ken, stronger, more in control of yourself. You've even broken out with a beard of sorts. You have good looks, you're tall, you're sincere, compassionate, caring. Your crew idolizes you and I'd venture to say they would follow you to hell if that is where you lead them. All you lack is that certain something that is holding you in reserve, something you are growing into, changing, I just can't put my finger on it for you. But I will say, you will know what it is when you find it. We all do, it's just a matter of time." The conversation turned to his passion, fly fishing and the joy that he got out of it. The talk drifted off and I fell back to hustle some of the stragglers, my mind pondering what he had told me, things were coming clearer or at least making some kind of sense to me. I followed the group, my mind swirling with thoughts.
I talked with some of my crew as we hiked along the Spring Canyon Trail. It was rather sparsely covered with timber, mostly grassy meadow covered the canyon floor. It was an upward climb, but an easy transition to higher country. The boys were eager to complete their Riflery requirements and really excited about shooting the 30.06 rifles at the running deer targets. Having been exposed to rifles, I explained to them that even though they were comfortable with the 22 caliber, the 30.06 would be a real challenge. It was a much heavier rifle and there would be more difficult targets to hit. They didn't care, bravado won out and challenges were bantered back and forth as to who would be the best marksman.
We entered the campsite area just a little after noontime. The ranger took us to our campsite and the cook crew started assembling a lunch of sandwiches, canned peaches, and of course, bug juice. Someone donated a bag of chips, and we all marveled that it had survived the trail. My sixteen dug into the jars of peanut butter and strawberry jam and margarine spread. You never saw eight loaves of bread, two large jars each of peanut butter and jam disappear so fast into their hungry mouths. Clean up was a snap, and we were ready for the rifle range. There was time for personal hygiene and a much needed nap.
About 1:30 pm, the ranger came back and had us gather round him as he explained all the rules, what was expected of each teen, and what they had to complete before they could fire the 30.06 rifles at the deer range. He expressed the thought that they might not get to fire the larger rifle this afternoon, but would for sure tomorrow. The boys received a "wet blanket" when he told them that they would be required to purchase the 30.06 ammunition. You could have heard the groans clear down to ranch headquarters. After the noise settled down, Mr. Glass cleared his throat and announced that each teen would be able to fire 50 rounds each and the trip had covered that cost. Cheers all round and a few hearty back slaps were passed around. Spirits were high. The afternoon was spent on the range and all my boys qualified.
A tired, but happy group of teens straggled back from the range to the campsite. The 'cookies' prepared large pots of bug juice and both crews sat around drinking, resting, and reviewing their skill on the range. Ken and Chas came over to where I was sitting and asked about the evening activities. Ken suggested astronomy, as we were high up and the sky would be clear tonight, ideal for stargazing. Chas thought maybe his crew wanted to have a campfire and put on some skits. Mr. Glass came over to us and asked what we were hatching!
We explained what we were discussing and he said, "Well, why not both? There is no rush while we are here and several of the teens need to complete their astronomy requirements for their camp patches. We can have the campfire at dusk, and when it gets really dark, go up on the canyon edge and do the astronomy work." We three looked at each other, with slight nods of approval, and Ken announced, "Well, that's it. We do both. I'll go invite the ranger to join the campfire. He's a great story teller and the guys will love it!"
Supper was started, and the crew all joined in the building of the campfire in the designated fire pit. Ken took a couple of teens to chop and gather wood. They were gone a good half hour, and when they returned, all of them wore broad grins, and large armfuls of fresh split firewood. I figured I'd find out about the grins after supper.
The cooks had prepared trail stew, biscuits, and as a treat made pineapple up-side-down cake it the Dutch ovens. Where they gathered in the pineapple rings and red cherries is beyond me. They would not reveal the source. Plenty of bug juice, coffee. They wanted to save the hot chocolate for the campfire later. The ranger had sent over a couple bags of mini-marshmallows and the cooks had planned on floating them on top the hot chocolate.
All my crew pitched in to help the kitchen cleanup. I just beamed at their eagerness to get to the campfire. I was doubly proud that they were a team working toward a common cause. That gave them time to sack out till the sun disappeared behind the mountain top and dusk settled over the site. Need I make comment regarding Chas' crew? I felt sorry for the guy, he had been given a sad sack group of teens. They constantly horsed around, taunting one another, getting in each other's space, and wasting time.
The campfire was a huge success. The crews had built a log cabin style fire. With great formality they did a fire lighting ceremony and that got a lot of applause as the flames leaped upward. Ken dashed out and conducted a few loud rousing cheers for their work. Chas' crew put on a stupid spitting contest stunt. Their champion was touted to be able to spit in spirals, slow, fast, and several other types of spit. He sauntered into the campfire circle, chewing a large mouth of 'special tebacky'. The catcher had a metal plate and stood at the other side of the campfire circle. It was comical as he demonstrated his fast spitball, it hit the plate before he spit it out! The boys howled and laughed.
The fire was burning down to a beautiful bed of coals. The cooks brought out the pots of chocolate and warmed it on the coals.
The ranger stood up and asked if they would like to hear a story. Yelps of agreement rang out and the cooks passed out cups of hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows floating on top. The circle got quiet as the ranger began his tale of mountain men, and miners, and trappers, that roamed these mountain canyons and sites. Of course, it wound up with a ghostly miner roaming the hills and decapitating hapless campers. Load groans were heard at tales end.
The giggles and laughter all round. Ranger wished us all a safe night and he'd be round to count heads the next morning. More hoots and laughter.
Ken lead the way to the canyons edge, and the stars were spread out and sparkled against the deep blue heavens. Ken pointed out the major constellations to us, and made appropriate comments concerning them. I was aware that he was quite good at astronomy and I'm sure the boys picked up a lot of star knowledge that night. I stared off looking at the stars, lost in thought of how this would all end in a few days. I returned to that first night at the base camp and what Ken and I had done together, and the showers, and the wood splitting incident, and would I be able to make sense of it all and somehow come to grips with it as I traveled back to Cleveland.
I was aware of a warm breath on the back of my neck. Warm hands gripped my shoulders and pulled me backward into a warm body. It was Ken, he placed a soft kiss on my neck, and softly whispered, "What are you thinking?"
"You should know, Mr. Telepath." He snuggled into my neck and shoulder and hummed and kissed my neck again. "Yeah, it soon will be time to part, but we will be able to write one another, and you'll find someone to keep you snug and warm, to help you explore your sexuality." He led me over to a boulder and we sat there. His arm around my waist, his head leaning on my shoulder, our thighs closely touching. I felt the love and security that I came to understand that I craved. My hand rested on his denim-covered thigh, and I felt his member swelling. I gently caressed it.
"Let's just sit here till the others go back to camp. Just look at all the stars; did you ever see them so clearly? My crew drifted off in twos and threes and made their way back down the trail. We were left alone, together, with all those wonderful night noises. Ken reached for my chin and turned my face to his. His head tilted and he came in to plant a most passionate kiss on my lips. I felt his tongue tip slid from one side of my lips to the other, then tentatively seek entrance. I met him with my tongue and was soon breathing through his nostrils. He sucked my tongue into his mouth with an urgency.
"I've waited all day for this moment. I've watched your sweet ass move in your jeans and thought how tight you'd be as I entered your manly pussy. I want you, no, I need you, NOW!" He was looking deep into my eyes and then I felt his hand slip down my spine into my jeans. He was pushing me with a hand on my chest to lie back on the boulder. His lips met mine and his hand roamed down my chest and into my jeans. It was tight, so he pulled open my zipper and spread the flaps. I felt his breath, then his kisses all along the shaft of my now pulsing, throbbing boner. His wet tongue licked up and down my shaft, swirled around my engorged glans head, and then his warm wet tight mouth slid downward. He had all of my cock in his mouth and down his throat. He swallowed and I moaned with the pleasure of it.
His fingers sought my scrotum, and he brought it forth and softly licked and kissed the cum filled eggs contained with in it. My legs spread as he worked his magic. I still don't know how he removed my jeans, nor how he had removed his. I just knew that I was on my back, my thighs pressed against my chest, and my ankles near my ears.
I quivered as I felt his huge knob, spread my anus, and slid deep into my rectum. His body was between my spread knees, his chest over mine, his hard cock buried to the hilt in my ass. His eyes were glowing, he was breathing deeply. "I really do love you, you know. You are all I think about, and I can't bear the thought that we are to be separated. I want you to remember this fuck, and how I was the one to breed you, make you a man." He lifted his hips, I felt his swollen hard cock slide out, and then he plunged in, hard! I grunted at the force of his thrust. My body resonated with the feelings of those thrusts. How he started slow, pulling it almost out, then sliding his full shaft deep into my guts. Slowly, his rhythm increased and now there was a steady methodical slap, slap, slap, and my body was jarred at each thrust. My prostate was being stroked, and my cock was leaking all over my stomach. My head was flipping sideways, as Ken brought me into a gushing orgasm. He yipped and grunted as he felt my sphincter clamp tight around his cock. He felt the spasms of my climax and with one hard thrust of his meat into my ass, filled me full of his hot juices. It added to my pleasure and my entire body relaxed. He lay on top of me, gasping and deep breathing, moaning, mouthing words, kissing my face and neck recovering from his efforts to bring us to that wonderful pinnacle of ecstasy.
I felt the cold rock against my back.. I told Ken he needed to get off me. He looked down, "Oh, sorry! I guess I got carried away." He raised up and off me, his cock pulling out of my anus with a wet slurp sound. "Sounds like it needs to be cleaned up. You up for it?" He stood spread leg in front of me, his hand holding his wet cock, offering it to me. Wagging it like it was a treasured prize.
"I can't say I didn't enjoy that, and I won't forget that you were the one to do it to me. I definitely don't want to clean up that! I'm pissed that you once again took me without asking if I was willing, you again just assumed I go along with it. And I did! I can't believe what a slut you've made of me!" I slid back into my jeans, zipped up and looked at him. My mind was telling me he was confused, he looked stunned.
He didn't say anything. He reached for his jeans and slid into them. He walked off down the trail, then turned and looked up at me. He shook his head and continued back to the campsite.
I sat down and tears of hurt filled my eyes. I remember bringing my knees to my chest and hugging them. What a mess my life is becoming. I let this wonderful stud win my respect, allowed him to seduce me, and teach me all sorts of sexual pleasures, expose me to my crew in the most intimate ways, and he tells me he loves me and in less than a week we would be separated by thousands of miles and I would be left with a craving only he could satisfy. What was I to do? I sat for a long time, just thinking and staring at the heavens. Finally the cold got to me and I walked back to camp.
I spotted Ken standing next to one of the tents, his head cocked listening, and his hand rubbing his crotch. I walked up to him and heard moans and grunts coming from inside the tent. He held a finger to his lips indicating that I should remain silent and listen. It soon became apparent that some of the boys had gotten together for a circle jerk and were deeply pleasuring themselves.
Ken whispered to me, "Let's see what the little fuckers are doing." Not waiting for my answer (what else was new) he flipped open the tent flaps to reveal four naked fourteen year olds pulling on their swollen pricks and watching each other masturbate. They looked up, saw it was Ken and I and kept right on beating their cocks. Ken smiled and asked, "Mind if we join you, cause we have a need to get off too!"
The teens gleefully agreed and moved over to make room. Ken proceeded to strip naked and plop down in the space provided. He looked up at me, as did all the boys, and told me to strip and join the party. I shook my head no and voiced my doubts that it wasn't a good thing to do.
"Shit, we are in the mountains, who's to know?" Ken stood and pulled my t-shirt up and off. Matt was pulling off my boots, and Carl was unzipping my jeans and lowering them down my legs. The four boys stripped me and Ken was laughing and encouraging them. I sat down with a scowl on my face. The boys sat down and formed a circle and again started playing with their semi hard penis. All eyes were on Ken, as he leisurely stroked his swollen sausage, legs spread wide, lying back on one arm.
"Why don't we message the guy on the right's cock? It really feels good when another guy does you." He reached over to Carl's sturdy pecker and wrapped his fingers around it. He moved his hand up and down, and Carl sighed and leaned back. The other boys and I just stared, then the boys reached for their neighbor's cock and started stroking it.
Brian sighed, "Just like the guys do it back home. Feels so good!"
Ken picked up on that comment and asked, "Where have you others done this before? Maybe we can share some techniques." This met with a chorus of "yeah's" and agreement.
Brian eagerly told of his first circle jerk at summer camp and how one of the camp junior counselors had showed him and his patrol what to do.
Carl offered his experience and added that he'd switched from gripping his cock, to just holding it between his thumb and two fingers. He demonstrated and the others tried that. I looked at Ken, he was aptly watching and slowly stroking his swollen member of passion. The boys glanced at him and exclaimed at how big he was. He quickly told them that with enough practice they could all be as big as him. His penis had produce a rather large glob of clear cum, which he expertly swiped off with a finger and put it into his mouth.
"Jeezes, do you eat that stuff?" came the quick question from Peter.
"Yeah, it's sweet, yet salty and tastes good. You got to try some, your buddies tasted even better, doesn't it Larry?" He proceeded to stroke his cock with more vigor and soon had the boys tasting it straight from the pump.
Carl chimed in with, "It even tastes better when you suck it out of a guys cock. Sort of like right from the source, hot!" He was grinning at Ken. He rose up and his head lowered onto Ken's swollen cock. His cheeks sucked in and Ken gasped. We were all closely watching what was happening. Carl lifted off Ken's cock, and started licking and kissing the side of Ken's now pulsing cock. He sat back down, and told his buddies that they needed to try that.
I grabbed my clothes and boots and quickly left the tent. I heard Ken tell the others to let me go, that I was probably tired and wanted to get some sleep. I went directly to our tent, rolled out my sleeping bag, and slipped inside. I waited a long time for Ken to come in. I must have dozed some. His entry woke me and he was fumbling in his pack.
"So, what did you do, fuck all my crew? What the hell were you thinking? Yeah, you were thinking with that thing between your legs. You of all people, a guide, in charge of this entire groups welfare, have sexual adventures with fourteen year olds! I don't want anything to do with you, you pervert!" and spitting out my anger I rolled over and went to sleep.
In the morning, I woke early, made my run to the latrine, checked on my crew and made sure the cooks were awake. By the time I got back to the tent, Ken was gone. I rolled my bedroll up, stuffed everything in my pack. I took a walk into the canyon, trying to figure out how I would manage the next few days. I definitely wasn't comfortable with Ken's behavior. I was mulling the consequences if this were to become public and since I was involved, how could I possibly defend myself. There were no easy answers.
By the time I returned to the campsite, breakfast was ready and the boys were gathered around the ramada. They looked up as I approached and gave me a cheerful welcome. I returned their welcome and helped myself to a bowl of oatmeal, orange drink, toast and jam, and a steaming mug of coffee.
Ken was watching me, trying to psyche out my mood. I felt vibes asking what was bugging me, and I ignored them, blanking out my inner thoughts and concentrating on the days activities. I had decided to ignore Ken for the time being. I'd speak with him when we were alone. I had made up my mind to give him an ultimatum and clear the air.
We spent the day on the range. The cooks at breakfast had prepared lots of peanut butter and jam sandwiches, fresh apples and bug juice. The guys were so eager to fire the 30.06 that they didn't mind the dry lunch. It was warm, but a lot of fun seeing my crew's reactions to scoring hits on the moving deer targets. I had to keep reminding them of range safety, barrels aimed at targets, not humans. Around 3 pm the range officer called a cease-fire and closed down the range. We policed the range for brass shell casings and removed any debris. Part of my crew were cleaning the rifles and oiling them down for the next crews coming through.
Back at the campsite, I had a tough time ignoring Ken. He kept coming over to where I was and just looking at me, grinning. I'd get up and move somewhere else, supervising something, just looking busy. And then, there he was standing, grinning, watching. It was so obvious that the crew picked up on it and started telling me, "You're going to have to talk to him sooner or later, Larry!"
"Okay, guys. I know you mean well, but it's between Ken and me, so please butt out of it. He knows what he's done wrong. He can apologize at anytime and change his ways." Well, I should have kept my mouth shut. Carl immediately asked, "What did he do that's pissed you off?" A chorus of "Yeah, what?" followed from Peter, Brian, and Matt.
I stood and glared at Ken. "I told you guys it was private, between Ken and me. It doesn't involve you guys, not directly anyway." Shit, I just had to open my mouth again. Now the rest of the crew had picked up the conversation and Ken was adding fuel with his comments of "What did I do, make him tell you!" I took off without speaking to anyone and walked down the trail to get away from the questions.
I climbed up some boulders, off the path and sat there fuming in frustration. I had tried to ignore him, but he had used that against me and now involved my entire crew. My eyes grew bleary as tears welled up. I fought them back and a sob broke out, more of a gasp. Did seventeen year olds cry? I did because I was so frustrated. I liked sex with Ken; hated it when it involved my younger crew members; was confused at where my responsibility lay; puzzled as to where I could find help. I just sat on that boulder till it turned dusk and then slowly made my way back to camp. The crews had built another campfire and were having a great time together. I went to my tent, grabbed my ditty bag, and headed down to the washstand. I washed my face with cold water, brushed my teeth.
A voice asked, "Feeling a little out of it, maybe confused some?" I smelled the pipe smoke, turned to face our advisor, Mr. Glass.
"Yeah, I've got a problem I don't know how to solve." I picked up my ditty bag and turned to walk back to camp.
"Want to talk about it while we are alone? It might help to just talk it out. I promise to keep it to myself as long as it's not harmful to anyone. I know you are troubled, and I am here to advise. Come on, tell me what it is and I'll see what I can help on." He had walked over and had his arm over my shoulder pulling me to his side.
"Well, you're part of my problem. If I tell you what it is, you might not be so understanding." I looked at him and he was looking at me.
"Okay, let me help you by telling you I know what has been going on in the tents at night and I know about that orgy in the showers at Rayado and Harlan. Is that what is bothering you?" He took a long pull on his pipe and waited for me to recover. Slowly exhaling the smoke, he looked at me and smiled.
"Ah, yeah, that is part of it. You don't seem angry with it? You aren't upset with what part of my crew has been doing with Ken?" He kept looking at me and taking a pull of his pipe...letting me continue.
"You see I think it is wrong for a guy like Ken to urge my guys to have sex with each other and him. I wasn't raised that way, er, you know to have sex out in the open with other guys. Before this trip, I didn't have a clue about what guys were doing with each other. It really disturbs me that the guys just do it! I've never seen that before. I'm really confused as to what is or isn't right. I know there are laws that forbid adults with having sexual relations with minors. I know that sodomy is not accepted. I know that society looks down at homosexual. My Dad calls them faggots and queers!" and I continued to tell him about my fears, frustrations, and confusion. He listened patiently, just puffing his pipe and nodding his head as I made my statements.
After I had run down, he invited me to sit next to him on a nearby downed log. He sat turned to me, "Yes, I can see why you would be confused and frustrated. I'm glad you felt good enough to confide in me. You are right that there are laws to forbid what you have done and are doing. But there are also men who do it regardless of the law. As parents we want to protect our children from sexual knowledge until they reach the right age to appreciate it and use it properly. That is where the laws are. Then there is Mother Nature's law that cuts in about the age 11 or 12 and continues until the age of 20 or so. It's a build up of testosterone and other hormones that make a man want to rut, to breed, to procreate.
He took a breath before continuing, "Our society has become so twisted that we fight mother natures laws on many fronts. We don't allow young men and women to pleasure themselves when the urges start. We have broken down our care systems so badly that we forbid the birth of children out of wedlock. Some think that "God" forbids sex before marriage.
"Now the other thing you mentioned, sodomy and men pleasuring men, or in this case an older boy pleasuring and being pleasured by other boys. Larry, that has been going on for centuries. In fact, the business of selling young boys for sex with older men is rampant in Europe and Asia. The Greeks had young boys assigned to mentors, older men who taught them about life. The Romans did it and added cruelty to it. The American Indians have societies that help young warriors master their tensions and seek wives. It's just something that religious groups have fostered in America against it. They have some good points, especially the one of spreading diseases like Syphilis and Gonorrhea."
The thing is that you're a maturing male and you are now faced with a decision, and as I see it you have three choices. One, you can abhor it as many religious people have and apparently that is what your parents chose. Second, you can tolerate its existence, know that it exists but not participate. The last choice is to embrace it. I can't tell you what the right choice is for you. I can tell you what choice I made.
"What did you decide, Mr. Glass?" I waited, holding my breath. Would this man reveal his sexuality to me, was he coming on to me or was he really trying to help me figure what I needed to do.
"Larry, we have been on the trail nearly 30 days. You've been acting like an adult leading your crew on this trek. I think its time you called me by my first name, just like I do with you. My first name is Wayne and I want you to call me that."
I mumbled acknowledgement and sat uncomfortably.
"Larry, I made a choice to tolerate what other men did behind closed doors. I also occasionally participate with men I admire and we both mutually agree to have sex with each other. As you know I'm a happily married man and a successful businessman. My wife knows about what I do, and I know about what she does as we are an open minded type of people."
"Now, I also want to caution you, that whatever choice you make, you need to keep it to yourself, and conduct your life accordingly. There are men and women in this world who would persecute you for your choice. They are the ones who made the laws, right or wrong, and they enforce them. One day they will realize that this is something bigger than them, that they can't control the forces that effect our lives, that there is something bigger than the forces they control that takes us through this life. I truly believe this."
This man had given me the things I needed to make the decision. I was in awe of him. He grabbed me and gave me a hug, and kissed the top of my head. "Now get back to camp and sleep well. You are a great young man and I am proud that you were willing to share your problems with me. I hope I've given you some help." He rose and walked over to the washstand.
"Mr. Glass, Wayne, thank you. You have given me a lot to think about."
He turned to me and through the gloom I could make out his smile, "Anytime Larry, anytime you want to talk, I'll be there, ready to listen."
I slowly made my way back to camp and to my tent. I climbed in and Ken was already there. He was sitting on top of his bedroll, naked of course. He looked up, but didn't say anything. I looked at him. I looked at his handsome face, that cute nose, his heavy brows, the lips I so loved to have on mine. His strong neck, his shoulders, his square flat pecs, that groove that went down his middle to the tool that gave me so much pleasure. His thick developed thighs. He was beautiful to my eyes, handsome and strong.
"Ken, I've really been confused. I needed time to think things out and I am sorry if I hurt your feelings, I think I've come to grips with it." I started to remove my boots. "I have been annoyed with your conduct with my teens and their openness to your sexual conduct. I've told you before how its disturbed me as I wasn't raised to accept it." I removed my shirt and slipped my shorts off. I slid into my sleeping bag. I looked over at Ken.
"I am sorry!"
"Are you finished?" He was kneeling and looked like he was ready to get into his bedroll. "Cause if you are, move over because I'm cold as hell and need to get my cock into something warm! Look shithead, I told you I love you and I meant it! Why didn't you talk to me about it?" He slid his warm body into my sleeping bag behind me.
He snuggled into my back, and true to his words I felt his cock seek out my ass cheeks, his right arm sliding under my head and his left pulling my waist and butt into his body. I felt his soft breath and his nose rubbed the back of my hair. "You smell so good! You feel so good! And you are so warm!" I relaxed and his hand rubbed my chest and stomach, his hand sliding down till he had grasped my man's meat. He squeezed and said, "I love this too!"
"You are such a charmer and I really am pissed with you, you know that!" I pushed my butt back into him.
"Yeah, and you love everything I do to you. So what are you pissed with me for now, I thought we just made up?" and he stroked Oscar and brought him into full erection. I felt his cock rise hard between my thighs. I raised my left thigh slightly to capture it. He slid his hard cock between my thighs and the head pushed against my nut sack. "Mmmm, that feels so good, so nice and warm, and soft, and I want to fuck you so bad it hurts!"
"Not tonight, lover. I need my beauty sleep!" and I giggled as he slapped my stomach hard. We rolled in the bag, and he was on top of me, looking down. His warm eyes conveyed his need; his hard member lay next to my equally swollen and throbbing pleasure pole. "Well, maybe a quickie, if you promise to go to sleep right after." His smile lit up the tent and his lips came down to mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth.
I felt his legs slide next to mine, and he supported his torso up with his arms next to my chest. His hips wiggled erotically and I started feeling his pre cum lubricate us both. It felt very good. I placed my palms on his pecs and stimulated his nipples. He was smiling down at me, his eyes glistening with mischief. "Maybe we should save it for tomorrow night at Ponil. We do have to get up early tomorrow and get the guys moving. Even though it's a short trip, they will have a lot to do at Ponil." He slid sideways, back behind me. His hand was rubbing the moist pre cum into my stomach and chest. I offered no resistance and drifted off to sleep, Ken cuddling me into his warm masculine body.
TBC - Well, my tale is coming to a close. I know this hasn't been as hot as the last few episodes, but it wasn't hot for me as I had a lot of problems to solve. I promise you will like the last episode. Please send your comments to Chipster071053@yahoo.com or to me at Laetuseros@aol.com.