Skinny Love by a Cold Canadian River
This is my first publication of any type. I hope a lot of you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. This is not for publication elsewhere and hope the copyrights will be respected.
The story involves sexual acts between two teenagers. If this subject offends you or is against the law in your country, please leave.
It's a lot about a coming of age story for both teenagers as they go on a canoe trip by themselves for a whole week. I think it is an inspiring story for teenagers struggling with feelings of being gay and acting on them for the first time with someone significant.
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My Microsoft Word program is in French and I had difficulty changing the format to your convenience.
F Scott Fitz
Chapter 1
Being teenagers, we didn't think it was important to check the complete weather forecast before leaving for our first canoe trip. We had carefully planned every other detail of the trip, including camping spots along this very remote river in one of Quebec`s northern national parks. Charles had to annoy his parents for three days before they finally agreed to let him come with me. It was the first week after the end of our academic year, and I wanted to take advantage of my newly acquired driving licence. My parents had agreed to register me for my driving lessons on my 16th birthday so that I could drive their car for the summer vacations. This last detail, with the fact that Charles had little experience canoeing, were his parent's major objections.
Charles has been my buddy, my next door neighbor, my hockey teammate and partner in my good and more mischievous deeds for the past 10 years. We've been part of each other's families for as long as I can remember and rarely have we had any major arguments. We shared our first dates with girls but never went regular with any of them. Our parents had surrendered in trying to put limits to our time together, having no arguments concerning our academic performances; we had been alternating as the top achieving students of our level since grade school.
The countdown was over and we had packed my mother's car with everything necessary for seven days of complete liberty from parental presence. We had hidden a bottle of vodka to warm up our evenings, this last detail having occupied much of our time in having to convince my sister's boyfriend of legal age to buy it for us. We had enough food, clothing for warm and cold temperatures, a good tent comfortable for two and all the materiel for a safe canoe trip. I was the most experienced in camping and canoeing, having been sent to summer camps for the past four years during summer vacations. I guess this was my parent's way to send us away for four weeks without too much guilt.
After eight hours of driving we had finally arrived at the river where our canoe trip would start, and finish; we would take a bus back to our starting point and drive back to pick up the canoe. We had reserved a site at the campground of the national park and noticed we were alone in our section by the river's bank. We were both completely overwhelmed by this "first time" without parents, but also alone, the two of us, feeling all of a sudden "adult" but not completely ready for the task ahead. We put the tent up right away, taking advantage of the last minutes of sunlight. The temperature was unusually hot and humid for this spring time, and both of us were sweating while we were running to get everything unpacked. I took my t-shirt off and threw it on the picnic table.
Charles saw me and said "Good idea, let's hope the mosquitoes are still frozen from the winter" and took his shirt off (mosquitoes in Quebec are like piranhas in the Amazon).
I always enjoyed seeing him in various stages of undress; I liked seeing his skin and always felt a bit uneasy about it. I often tried to identify the source of that feeling, `butterflies in the stomach' kind of feeling, but ended up justifying it as normal curiosity or teenager raw needs for sharing anything sensual in our otherwise very inhibited lives at school.
He was the tall skinny type, skin on muscles and bones, but very soft skin, velvety skin. I always took advantage of every opportunity I had to touch him, have my forearm against his, my shoulders touching his when we were lying down on my room's carpet listening to music, or best of all, my thighs against his. I just loved having my bare inner thighs brush against his bare legs when we were wrestling as kids. He never objected and we had grown accustomed to this lack of barriers between us.
My family had very different ideas about nudity compared to his more conventional and rigid parents. For as long as I remember, nudity was natural and part of family life. During his first sleepover, my parents were more careful about this aspect and "covered up" in his presence. I remember when he first slept over, we were about 9 years old and I just naturally undressed completely naked before entering my queen size bed we were about to share for the night. It's just then, naked in front of him, that I realized he wasn't used to that. He stood there in his undies, his gaze alternating between my penis and my eyes.
He said "What are you doing". I had just remembered that my family was different and felt all of a sudden "all naked" for the first time in my life.
I blushed and said "I'm sorry, I always sleep naked. I forgot you don't" and fumbled to find my undies on the floor. By the time I had found them, I looked up to see Charles with his undies in his hands, saying
"Good idea, I always wanted to sleep naked".
I remember thinking how beautiful and happy he looked at that moment. We both jumped under the covers and giggled like 5 year old kids. We tickled each other, indiscriminate of where we were touching. I was stunned by how easily he had lost his inhibitions, letting me climb on top of him, both naked, and groping each other without restraint.
He said "Shouldn't we lock the door; your parents are going to kick me out of the house."
I answered "No way, they're going to be happy about it"
I went on to explain how nudity in our bedrooms, bathrooms and pool area was taken for granted and natural. I vividly remember that first warm morning when I woke up beside him, bed covers on the floor because it was too warm, Charles sleeping, lying on his back completely naked, his four inch hairless erect cock beating to his heartbeat, thinking how beautiful he was and how lucky I was to share such intimate moments.
For some reason, there were no sexual desires or longings, just curiosity. Maybe the absence of puberty and sex hormones explained part of this, and probably the fear of being gay explained the rest. As I was scrutinizing and trying to memorize his naked body, noticing how bigger his penis was, how fuller and lower his balls were compared to mine, with no pubic hair yet to be seen, he woke up, looked at me, smiled and said
"You've got a hard-on".
I answered "So do you" and wrestled with him, probably using the excuse of "who was stronger" but actually wanting to experience intimacy again, belly on belly, erect cock on erect cock. From that day on, nudity was not an issue between us, but we were always careful not to do anything "too gay" like he would say.
When he said "let's go skinny dipping, and wash at the same time" after the tent was set up, this brought me back to the present and stopped the reminiscence of my younger years. For some reason I was happy to see him naked again; last year he had moved some twenty miles away and had quit the hockey team. I didn't have any other friends that had shared our family's nudity and starting that for the first time with a new friend at fourteen or fifteen would have been awkward. I found those first few months without him around quite difficult. Luckily Facebook exists and we could always catch up on one another.
As we undressed, I noticed he was still lean but with wider shoulders. His waist was so small in contrast to his shoulders and I couldn't stop myself from staring at him while he undressed. His body was a blend of a swimmer's body and a ballet dancer. He slowly lowered his undies, trying not to get sand in them, revealing his absolutely marvellous, hairless bubble butt. For the first time, I lowered my head to get a glimpse of his asshole without really understanding why I was all of a sudden interested in my best friend's rosebud. And for the first time in my life, I sported a full blown hard-on at the sight of a man, not any man, my Charles.
The words "Wow, you have changed" spilled out of my mouth. I stopped talking, realizing I was revealing how beautiful I thought he was.
Well, he blushed and said "No, YOU have changed! Look how beefed-up you are". He turned around and grabbed my arm to feel my bicep, and just that touch electrified me. At the same time I felt a part of his body touch my thigh, not sure if it was his thumb or erect cock as he passed by me to race to the river bank. I think he noticed my raging hard-on but wisely chose not to comment.
He yelled "Bring the shampoo and soap will you" giving me some time to tame my cock to a more acceptable state. The cold water of the river also helped to calm the overflow of blood to my penis.
As we washed, I noticed he was completely shaven, legs, pubic hair and balls. He was already quite hairless on his body and that sight reminded me of my first glimpse of him naked when he woke up beside me seven years ago, but with one major difference, the size of his cock. Both of us had been late bloomers, signs of puberty showing up at 14 years instead of 12. So both of us had no facial hair yet and looked more like 14 than 16. My pubic hair was no more than an inch above my cock and I kept them short. The mere sight of this stunning young teenager, hairless and perfect, mesmerized my mind and soul.
I asked "Wow, you went bald, what happened?" I thought he was embarrassed so I added "I always wanted to do that, but with the showers after the hockey games, I never had the courage to do it".
That kind of relaxed the atmosphere and he added "My coach on the swim team suggested I should shave every hair off my body. Anyway, the whole team shaves off in the showers after practice. The coach buys razors by the dozens so we can help each other shave everything in the back of our thighs and glutes. Anyway, I like the feel of bare balls and I'll probably continue shaving even after the competitions are over."
I asked "Does it hurt, don't you cut yourself"?
"I'll show you tomorrow" he added, making me hard again imagining Charles helping me shave off my pubic hair. Luckily my penis was underwater. I was completely confused and panicked by these new feelings of desires in the presence of Charles.
We washed quickly, the cold water winning over our eagerness to play in the water. As we were drying up, I spontaneously offered to dry his back, and again, realized I had never done that before. He said "Sure, I'm so cold" and he stopped walking to give me access to his back. I put my hand on the side of his buttocks to steady him while I was patting his back with my towel. A lot of self-control was needed to avoid his bubble butt. As we entered the tent, the warm air in it was welcomed and we just lied on our sleeping bags, and fell asleep for the rest of the night.
The sound of a raccoon woke us up the next morning. We were both hard and needed to pee outside the tent. The sun was shining inside the tent, and more specifically on Charles erect penis. His foreskin was completely retracted, showing the full glory of his 7 or 8 inch cock. His long, thick and hairless cock was such a contrast to his long and thin body frame. As he stretched out his legs and arms, a small stream of pre-cum rolled down his shaft, testifying to the erotic dreams he was just having. I wondered if boys or girls had been the subject of his dreams, and realized that neither of us had mentioned anything about girls in the last 24 hours.
"Let's scare off the raccoon" I said, trying to divert my attention away from my friend's genitals and streaming pre-cum. We both exited the tent, checking if anyone was in sight. All we could hear and see was the peaceful sounds of the flowing river and chanting birds. But all I had in mind was how to deal with my hard-on. Charles, for some reason, seemed to be oblivious to the sexual tension this caused.
He just said "Here, behind this tree" and I followed him, more precisely, my hard cock followed in the direction of his bare bum, and we both struggled to pee with a hard cock.
Charles looked up and said with that mischievous smile "My cock is still bigger than yours". I rapidly placed myself behind him and tripped him backwards so that I could control his fall and placed myself on top of him, holding both of his hands on either side of him.
I said "But I'm still stronger than you are".
While he was struggling to get out of my grip, our very erect cocks were sliding side by side, on both our lower abdomens, mixing our pre-cum together, making that moment the most erotic event I had ever experienced in my life. The feel of my erect penis on his body, hitting his so soft balls, going under them toward his rosebud or over them on his bare pubis was absolutely overwhelming. I knew if this went on, I would blow my nuts all over him and humiliate myself for the rest of my life. Charles, on the contrary, saw my hesitation and kept bucking his pelvis against me to push me off, continuously rubbing his very hard cock against mine. He freed his hands and placed them on my buttocks to push me off. I held on to his waist, pushing him closer to me, placing my nipples against his, my lips lost in the hollow of his neck, smelling him and almost tasting him. I was completely lost in the lust of the moment, and the next thrust of his pelvis set me off. Before ejaculating on top of him, I just let myself be pushed off him, sending most of my jizz into the sand, while Charles jumped on top of me, my heavy breathing passing as normal exertion from tackling him down.
I told him "Ok, your cock is bigger than mine and you're stronger". With that he got up and went to pee alone farther away. I took advantage of this break to clean my semen that had shot all over my nipples and abdomen before I fell on the sand.
That's when I started crying, hopelessly crying, trying to understand what had just happened, engulfed in feelings of lust, panic, incommensurable joy and probably my first feeling of love in my 16 years of life. Before he came back I left to go pee away from him and did the best I could to dry up my face.
Chapter 2
We hurried up to clear the campsite and leave for our first day of adventure. We stayed naked; luckily my orgasm had dulled my reflex arousal every time I saw his perfect sixteen year old body. His long curly brown hair, green eyes, full red lips, high cheek bones and square jaw, flat belly with a discrete 6-pack, faultless bubble butt and an inviting V line pointing to his hairless and just gorgeous uncut 4 inch flaccid cock were a constant reminder that the next week would be a gargantuan task in self-control and abnegation.
Since the temperature was so warm and sunny, we didn't take the time to use our impermeable bags to pack our luggage. At the end of our first day, we had a level two rapid to paddle through just before the campsite. I was at the back of the canoe and stayed hypnotized for most of the day, watching his back, buttocks and thigh muscles flex every time he paddled. For lunch we stopped by a large flat rock. Since we had to get wet anyway to get out of the canoe, we cooled off in the water and had fun trying to swim underwater, against the current. He was a real good swimmer. No one had been seen on the lake and river since we had left in the morning, testifying to the remoteness of this area and to the very early season we had chosen. Being naked in such a wild and beautiful landscape gave me a feeling of authenticity and of complete liberty and I thanked my parents for having exposed Charles and I to this way of life.
While Charles prepared the food, I checked on my Garmin for geopositioning. I wanted to evaluate if we were on schedule. "Great "I said "we're just on time".
Charles asked if I wanted mustard or ketchup on my sandwich and went on preparing it. "Let's put on suntan lotion before we look like lobsters" I suggested.
"Yeah, with your sandy blond hair, I bet you burn real fast, especially with those dark blue eyes of yours. That girlfriend you had last year, what was her name again" he added.
"Cynthia" I answered.
"Yeah, Cynthia, she kept commenting on your eyes. Do you still see her" he asked with a low voice, staring at his sandwich.
"No" I answered "She's history. I was kind of relieved when we broke off 6 months ago. She was such a control freak. I just hang out with guys from the hockey team." I added. "Less hassle"
"How about you" I asked, "Any new girlfriend?"
"Well, there's this girl that seems interested, we went out with friends, you know, and it didn't go any further." He answered softly, still looking at his sandwich,
I started spreading the sunblock cream on my legs, arms and torso and as I got up to put cream on my back and buttocks, Charles got up and took the cream out of my hands and said "Let me help" He actually didn't give me a choice.
Before putting the cream, he said "You're full of sand on your back and geez, on your ass too!" and used his other hand to remove the sand. He did that at first in a "matter of fact way", pretending he had touched me there all the time. But afterwards, I thought he was taking more time than necessary, removing every piece of sand I had picked up by sitting on the rock and canoe seat.
"If I put cream with this sand on your skin, it's going to feel like sandpaper" he added, and meticulously continued his task, using his full hand now, coming real close to my anal area. I held back a moan of pleasure as he brushed off the sand on my inner thighs, passing on my perineum along the way. Was he doing that on purpose? And why did I spread my legs wider? To give him better access?
"I feel like I'm preparing you to shave your bum and legs, like I do with my partners on the swimming team" He added, normalizing again his touching my ass for the first time. And he did touch my ass, as he went from my thighs to my back with his full open hand, he passed his fingertips right on my rosebud, and moved his fingers on it to remove the few grains of sand that were there. I stopped breathing and moaned, out loud this time. The swimming done in the river a few minutes before had cleaned everything there, so I didn't have to worry about being sweaty or dirty. I realized during those few seconds that I loved being touched there, and that there was a direct electrical connection between my ass and my cock: I became hard so fast I did not know that was possible.
He started to slowly apply the cream on my shoulders at first, then over my lower back, and continued slowly downward, with each additional stroke. I felt and saw my cock beating to my heartbeat, pointing obscenely more upwards with every stroke over my sensitive bum skin. There was no way to hide it and I kept thinking that he'd assume that I'm a complete pussy, faggot or pervert. As he was applying the cream on my glutes and between them, we both stopped talking for a few minutes.
He then added, "Don't worry, I'm hard too, I'm always hard like this, look. I bet all 16 year old teenagers would be hard if they were outside, naked like we are in the sun." Again he had the right words to normalize any awkward situation.
I turned around and came face to face with him, his green eyes seeing through me, through my thoughts, through my soul, his facial expression showing hesitation and vulnerability in contrast to his confident words. His lips, his full red lips, better than the Mona Lisa, were partially parted and showing his perfect white teeth. I could see some sweat pearling on his upper lip, just waiting to be tasted, and tasted, and tasted again, and licked, and sucked off his skin; our boners not actually touching but feeling on my skin its heat, his cock's heat, right next to me, permeating through me, around me, surrounding my whole being, my life's sixteen year old history summarized in that one desire; to pull him against me and melt into him, his body, our bodies, our minds, my tongue, our tongues and cocks completely buried into one another and then I heard thunder and saw lightning, and thought I had died of an overdose of lust, that I had been punished by God himself for having succumbed to the call of lust, sex, and worst of all, gay sex, yes, very, very gay sex. With the second sound of thunder, I came back on earth. After all, I thought, God was forgiving.
The dark clouds were approaching and we had about an hour of paddling to do to reach our wild campsite. We looked at each other, smiled and packed real fast to reach our destination. Twenty minutes later the wind became intense; the temperature dropping only like it can drop in early may in Canada. I knew we were in trouble, for there were no open areas on the river bank where we could put up a tent, big mature trees growing all along its bank.
"Charles" I said, "let's concentrate on paddling harder to keep warm".
The idea of approaching rain convinced us that dressing up would only slow us down. The wind was now really chilly and I had goose bumps all over my skin. After twenty minutes of this, it started raining, cold Canadian rain. Our efforts to keep warm were useless and both of us started shivering, making it real hard to continue paddling. We started looking for our rain gear when the wind increased like hurricane gust, pushing us like a toy on the river. The sound of the wind was so intense that we didn't hear the upcoming rapids. We started the rapids sideways and in a second we rolled over, all of our material falling in the turbulence of the rapids. I swam over to Charles, grabbing him by his arm and just followed the flow of the river. The cold water was paralyzing but we both went into a survival mode. After about two minutes, the river widened and the turbulence came to a stop. We were able to swim to the bank, just by the campsite.
I noticed Charles could not catch up with me as I ran out of the river. I looked back at him and realized he was blue, naked blue like a blueberry He was confused, saying words with no meaning and walking with an unstable gait. I realized he was hypothermic, and helped him out of the river. I sat him down in a foetal position and went back to fetch our packsacks that were floating not far away with the canoe. All of our clothing were soaking wet except both our sleeping bags that were in a water resistant bag. I put up the tent in a record time, threw in our packsacks and sleeping bags, and tried to help Charles up. He just couldn't walk; I lifted him in my arms and realized that he was still confused. I closed the tent, zipped our sleeping bags together and cuddled inside to warm him up. He was wet and cold and skinny. Somehow I knew we would live through this, that our sleeping bags were made for Canadian weather and that he had been fine just twenty minutes before that. Or maybe my optimism was rooted in pure ignorance or in immature thoughts of adolescent invincibility.
I spooned him for at least eight hours, as the wind howled outside and the rain poured over the tent. I alternated between states of light sleep and precarious alertness. I was lying on my left side, with my right hand lying at first over his chest to press him against me, but as the night went on, my hand was over his abdomen, thighs and buttocks. He was warmer now and I was relieved that the situation was not critical anymore. I was even enjoying the moment, having Charles' vulnerability under my fingertips.
I was caressing his skin, at first the movements were rougher, just to warm him up, but with passing hours, my gestures were much softer. I no longer had any inhibitions or worries on how he could interpret my actions. All I could think of was the fact that he, the skinny one, my only real friend, had come close to dying. I was so content to just feel his warmth and hear his slow breathing just next to me, skin on skin. I had been moving my hand slowly over his lower abdomen for the past minutes, and decided to live and touch him where I wanted. I had been smelling him for the last four or five hours and all I could think about was `He must taste good'. I approached my lips and kissed him on his back, moving my lips slowly on his skin, opened my mouth wider to let my tongue out and taste him.
My hand moved slowly on his hairless pubic area and felt the base of his flaccid long cock. I stopped, realizing I was sprouting a hard-on, growing slowly between his buttocks, feeling alive again, with Charles, naked and warm against me. It just felt right. I just felt right, in the darkness of the night, alone in the middle of the Canadian Shield, and naked against whom I hoped would become my new lover. I pressed my erect cock, all 7 inches of it, in his crack, hoping my actions would be welcomed when he wakes up. I think my cock took over my mind; it was so hard and felt so good there, between my friend's butt crack. My cock decided I had to touch his penis and stroke it, and I did.
It was so soft and warm, like a pile of warm buttermilk pancakes on Sunday morning. I felt like tasting it, yes, tasting Charles' cock, his long veiny flaccid uncut cock. My cock was dripping pre-cum like never before, making everything slippery down there, in the depth of the sleeping bags. Every movement of my hips brought new sexual longings, a feeling I had never felt before. My mind, my body, my whole being could just concentrate on one thing; my slippery wet and very hard cock pressing between my best friend's butt crack against his anus, feeling its very inviting heat on the underside of it. My cock decided I should slide my hard rod up and down his crack, and I did.
I could feel his rosebud slide against my penis while I very slowly fucked his butt crack. I was so close to cumming but didn't want to spread cum all over him. With my right hand I fondled his penis and balls ever so lightly, trying not to wake him up, but also wishing he would. Then I felt movement in my hand, his cock was slowly growing, larger and longer and much harder. Was he awake? I stopped moving, listening to his breathing. It was the same slow and peaceful breathing. My cock told me to start moving again, and I did.
With his hot piece of hard meat in my hand, my nose in the back of his brown curly hair, my open lips against his neck, my nipples and tummy against his warm and soft back, my cock in the warmth of his wet butt crack, my thighs, legs and toes entwined in his, I became an erotic atomic bomb searching for a way to explode and release on overdose of cum, sexual energy, lust and love. I felt if I didn't cum soon, I would drown in my own semen and suffocate.
As my cock was moving downwards, its' tip settled itself right at the entrance of his anus. My foreskin being completely retracted, my sensitive glans with its never ending flow of pre-cum formed a perfect bond with the shape of his anus. Its heat and softness and perfect fit just overwhelmed my senses and that moment, that precise moment became a life defining event: I knew I was gay, I knew I wanted to put my hard cock in that boy pussy and I knew that his hard cock in my hand excited me beyond belief. But I didn't know what to do next. My cock told me to keep moving, and I did.
I started pushing ever so lightly, feeling his anal muscles contracting and relaxing, trying to hold on to my ever approaching orgasm. I tried to see if he was awake but we were in complete darkness, having no moon or stars outside. Without the sense of sight, all the other senses became acute and surreal. I started a subtle in- and -out movement and I could hear the syrupy sound of my pre-cum being squished out of his anus with each soft push. I tried looking into the sleeping bag, to have some visual memory of my hard cock against Charles' hairless teenager anus and was just rewarded with the smell of sex, my first whiff of man on man sex, gay sex. I became addicted to it.
That smell, our smell, his hard cock being softly jerked in my hand, my hard cock against his mushy anal entrance set me off, and I shuddered into a most complete and body shattering orgasm I had ever felt, sending spurts after spurts of cum everywhere around his boy cunt. I thought the whole forest would wake up, but all I heard was his now faster breathing and the light rain on the tent. Everything around my lower belly and around his bum was wet and I could feel my cum dripping from his anal area unto my left thigh. As I removed my hand from his now flaccid cock, I realized my hand was all wet and sticky. I put my hand to my nose and realized it was his cum. My first instinct was not to wonder if he was awake but to put my fingers in my mouth, to finally taste him, internalize Charles' love juices in me. I savored every drop of it and swished it over my tongue for over a minute, making sure every taste bud had its share of the feast.
I snuggled back against him, my wet cock against his wet bum and realized I felt relieved, not physically but morally, admitting to myself what I silently felt for the past two to three years; I was attracted to boys. I liked their bodies, their cocks, their small waist with their muscular butts, the way they moved and played, the way they talked and mostly the way they didn't talk. I realized for the first time that my happiest moments were when I was around Charles and that I had missed him so much in the last year. I was happy when I talked to him on the phone, happy when I had text messages from him, delighted when I knew he was coming over and I would sleep next to him. I was in love, head over heels with the naked boy in my arms.
All I had left to do now was to tell him and the whole world...
Chapter 3
I woke up the next morning in the same position, spooning Charles, my morning erection against its favorite spot, right against his rosebud and worst of all, my hand around his morning woody. He was already awake and said
"Sebastien, I think you had a wet dream, it's all sticky back there. I have those all the time. If you let me go, I'd go pee."
I released my grip, my skin being actually glued with dried-up cum with the skin of his cock. I just said "Sorry, probably holding on to life after what happened yesterday." I was just appalled by the very homoerotic situation and could not talk about it right then. It was still raining outside and he just peed a few feet from the tent. I followed and tried not to step in his puddle. When I came back in the tent he said
"I don't think the rain's going to stop soon with all the clouds out there"
"Yeah, you're right" I answered.
"Let's take it a few hours at a time and we'll decide along the way" he suggested. He paused for a few seconds and added "I was really spaced out yesterday, I don't remember much after falling into the river."
"You scared the shit out of me, you were so blue and ...lifeless. You really scared me. In summer camp we learned the signs of hypothermia and I think you had all of them. I think being skinny didn't help."
"Luckily we had the water resistant bag for the sleeping bags!" and added softly looking straight into my eyes "And lucky I had you to warm me up." He paused for a few seconds and continued,
"Let's have breakfast. Then we could see what's dry or partly dry in our packsacks and then see how the weather works out."
I was still under the shock of my waking-up position while Charles was acting as if nothing unusual had happened. He opened the box of dried fruits and cereal, took out the UHT milk, bowls and cups and prepared breakfast in the tent for both of us. When he turned around to get the packsack, I could see his bum had dried cum marks on it, while his rosebud was still very wet with my semen from last night or this morning's pre-cum. Even a few drops dribbled from it unto the back of his thigh. When he turned around, his cock was fuller, and that was just enough to send me back into a complete erection for a few minutes.
We avidly ate two big bowls of cereal. He said "I was starving. Just realized we didn't have supper last night. Let's check our clothes."
The whole content of our packsacks was drenched with water. "This is bad. We're doomed to stay naked for a few days" I said. "It's going to take one or two days to dry out in the sun. We'll have to wait and see how it goes. We might not be able to do the circuit we had planned. Do you mind much?"
He looked at me with those very green eyes, and said "I'm OK with that; I came here to be with you. So I don't mind if we stay here for one full week, I'm sure we'll have fun. So let's go do the dishes by the river, but before, I need to crap, are you a morning man for that business."
I was so surprised by his naiveté and simplicity. I answered, "Morning man; and I don't know what constipation means. Let's take some toilet paper, stuff for the dishes and let's finish the wet part of our day under the rain with a bath in the river."
"Great, then you'll wash your junk out of my ass." He said smiling and went outside, still naked. We found a spot some thirty feet away from the river, between two flat rocks that were separated by some four inches. We sat down with our backs touching and did our thing together. Why together? I don't have a clue, but we just noticed there was enough place for the both of us, it was cold and raining. Somehow I found something unusually arousing about doing that outside, in the rain, side by side, remembering how his anus had turned me on the previous night.
We ran to the river, trying to stay warm and washed our dishes. We then shampooed, always staying close to each other to stay warm. I think yesterday's near death experience was still vividly remembered by our bodies and we hung next to each other on a survival mode.
I lathered my body first with soap and since we had brought only one bar of soap, I said "Wait, I'll lather you with soap real fast." And just hugged him, soapy skin on soapy skin, took the bar of soap and thoroughly washed his anus and perineum.
I said "Promises kept." By the look on his face I knew I had surprised him. I started to fill my cock, but the cold got the better of it. I finished washing his back and switched places, and said
"Your turn,"
He was shivering by then and he washed my back and bum real fast, we rinsed and he ran to the tent. I had brought a big pot to fill it with water so we wouldn't have to get wet and cold every time we wanted water. As I ran with the pot of water, I was numb from the cold and slipped on a rock and fell backwards. My right buttock and thigh were scraped and my back was sore like hell. I walked back to the river, rinsed off the sand, filled the pot again and walked slowly back to the tent.
When I entered the tent, Charles was already inside the sleeping bag, trying to warm up. When he saw blood running down my leg he sprang up and said in a trembling voice,
"You're not hurt are you, blood, there's blood on your legs"
"I just fell, it's not that bad" I answered
"Here lie down on your belly, I'll look" while he sled out of the warmth of the sleeping bag. He took a damp towel and removed the excess blood on my thigh and buttocks.
"You're right, it doesn't seem that bad." He added. "Here, spread your legs, let me see where it's bleeding from exactly." He was separating my buttocks, exposing my asshole to his view, and wiping any excess blood that might have dripped there.
He added "Ok, don't move, your right ass cheek has scrapes, let me feel if there's any splinters near your ass." He started feeling my asshole with the fingertips of two or three fingers for what seemed like an eternity. But actually, I didn't want him to stop. And he didn't. He continued, forcibly separating my glutes, feeling all the indentations and folds of my asshole and finished by barely entering his index finger up my hole, testifying to the absence of a foreign body. I was in a trance, and realized I might not just be a "gay top".
He said "There's a small abrasion right here" brushing his index finger on my anus. I was so happy to have an abrasion on my anus. Happy also to have washed in the river only a few minutes ago because I had the impression he was smelling my anal area. I had a complete hard-on and concealed it by staying on my stomach.
"I'll apply an antibiotic cream" and he turned around to fetch the cream out of the medical bag. He had an astounding hard-on, bouncing up and down as he was crawling around in the tent, oblivious to my inquisitive staring.
When he found the small cream container, I don't know who was happier, Charles or I. He looked up at me, hesitant and waited with the cream on his fingertip. I realized he was waiting for my permission.
I said "Come on, I can't see where the skin's opened up"
His face was all of a sudden a big happy smile, like a one year old kid experiencing on his first birthday his first taste of chocolate cake. My cock was so hard under me. Every time he pushed or pressed on my waist, the friction of my cock against the soft cotton of the sleeping bag heightened my arousal. But mostly, I was anticipating the joy his ministrations would bring to my awaiting anal mucosa. Like a surgeon, he meticulously applied the cream on the glutes first and then in all the crevasses and indentations of my now beloved anus. Again, he barely entered his index finger into me for a few seconds. That gesture was so wrong, so forbidden but felt so right. My whole body was tense; my pleasure so close that those few seconds of his touch inside me brought me to a very silent and distressing orgasm. I came and came again, my anal sphincter entrapping his fingertip as its involuntary contractions continued endlessly.
He asked hesitantly "Did I hurt you?"
"No, no, it's the cream, it stung a bit" I answered, hoping he would accept such a lame excuse for my heavy breathing. He looked at me, my eyes all watery from my conflicting thoughts and feelings, thinking he had hurt me.
"I'm so sorry it hurt" he said." Wait I have a hydrating cream that could soothe the sting"
He turned back to his packsack to fetch the other cream, his still erect cock bouncing to the rhythm of the movements of his long hairless young body. He had the grace of a gazelle as he moved around in the tent; a gazelle with a big cock. The other cream soothed my soul if it didn't soothe my bum. He continued for a few minutes to slowly stroke my bum, and added
"You're not really hairy on your bum, but here" still stroking my anus, "you have a few hairs that my swimming team would shave."
"You said you would show me how to shave" I asked timidly
"Well, I thought you'd never ask?" he answered, "I wasn't sure you really wanted to, you know, the hockey team macho man."
"Let's do it later" I said, hoping I'd get a chance to wipe off my cum-soaked pubes and belly. "You know, I didn't sleep so well last night. Let's nap a bit, I'm cold too." I said, sliding into the sleeping bag. He followed me and spontaneously snuggled against me, warming me up by placing his legs and arms on top of me, his hard cock pressed on my thigh while I'm still concealing my cum under me. I dozed off and woke up to the sound of the zipper of the tent sliding open.
Chapter 4
"Sebastien, wake up" he murmured, "It's sunny outside. You've been sleeping for more than two hours. Here, give me the packsacks"
It was really hot in the tent and I was all sweaty and numb from the nap. I gave him both packsacks and crawled outside in the sunlight. The air was cool but the sun made it quite comfortable. Still with no dry sweaters or shorts, we stayed naked outside. The hard-on I had awakened to was slowly deflating.
"If we tie our rope from those two trees we could hang most of our stuff." He suggested
"The rope is about twenty five feet long, we'll have enough I think" I answered tying the rope at about six feet from the ground on the first tree. I added "Let's slide the rope inside the sleeves of our t-shirts and inside our pants before tying it to the other tree so they don't fall off with the wind."
So for the next hour we stood around the picnic table next to one another, one wringing the excess water out of the wet clothing while the other was threading the rope into them. Charles had brought almonds on the picnic table and since I had to hold the rope so our clothing wouldn't fall on the sand, he fed me, putting his fingers on my lips each time he gave me one. With time I opened my mouth wider, and made it on purpose to meet his fingers with my tongue. Usually, he would have protested, saying it was gross or disgusting, but today he volunteered and said,
"Open wide now" each time he fed me. The moment was so erotic, but at the time, I couldn't use that word to describe what I felt. I became bolder and closed my mouth on his fingers and placed my tongue on them.
"It's salty" I said. Charles slowly removed his fingers from my mouth, lingering a bit longer than needed and placed his fingers in his mouth and tasted them, mixing our saliva in doing so.
"I've never had my fingers in anyone's mouth before. Weird isn't it?" He added
"We've been doing a lot of things for the first time" I said and regretted it right away, fearing he would talk of what happened this morning, waking up with my hard cock against his wet rosebud. With our shoulders and waist touching, with the sun on our naked skin and the taste of his fingers in my mouth, I felt my cock beginning to rise to its full hardness. As he turned to thread the rope in the wet t-shirt, Charles felt my hard cock against his abs. He didn't look down, but stared silently into my eyes, feeling my distress and maybe sharing it.
He softly murmured near my ear, "It's ok."
All I wanted to do was to hug him and tell him I loved him, or hug him and cry myself to death and not face the anxiety of being gay at sixteen. I was close to tears and I couldn't hold the silence of his soul searching gaze. I lacked the courage to tell him, too overwhelmed by the meaning these few words would have. But he was standing unusually close to me, wandering if he too wanted to say something, or was he just compassionate for my perpetual hard-ons.
He lifted his hands to my shoulders and moved closer, and just that made me dizzy. Imagine how I felt when his hard cock touched mine. I looked down at the same time he did. Both our cocks were parallel to one another and Charles moved forward a bit more, so that the tip of my cock would touch his bare pubis. My pre-cum was drooling onto the base of his cock like a small stream. Our foreheads were leaning on each other as we looked down for a few seconds, giving us ample time to realize that neither of us had backed away.
"I'm sorry I'm getting you all sticky down there" I said as our eyes locked into each other. The look on his face was so comforting. There was no more distress, no more panic; just tender eyes sharing the certainty of something new beginning between us. Words would come later.
"Let's finish with this" he murmured pointing at the rope in my hands. "Here help me reach this branch, give me the rope and hold your hands together. Remember, I'm the skinny one, I'll climb up, putting my foot in your hands first"
As he did this, he stabilized himself with his other foot on a smaller branch, about a foot higher on the tree trunk. The cloth line was quite heavy and he had to struggle to tighten it. I had to lift him higher, and in doing so, was placing his hard cock right into my face, his balls against my nose. The smell of him was inebriating and I instinctively placed my nose closer, giving him the impression I was going to lick him or suck him. He said with a low moan,
"If you go on doing that, I'm gonna cum all over your face, drop the whole cloth line and get sand all over our clothes. I need a few more seconds" as he finished his knot.
He then bent his knees slowly, got hold of my shoulders and let himself slide along my nude body to the ground. We finished being face to face, his arms around my shoulders, my hands on the small of his back resting on his buttocks, our hard cocks lost somewhere between our touching bellies. His green eyes faintly smiled, and then he hugged me. Yes, he hugged me, pressing his pelvis harder into me, affirming everything words couldn't say at 16 years of age. We stayed into each other's arms long enough to give it a meaning other than just a friendly hug. I didn't know how, when or why I should stop hugging him.
He eventually said "I'm so hungry, I'd eat anything." He turned towards the picnic table, his arm sliding to my naked waist, pulling me along his way for a few seconds.
We walked along side by side, knowing nothing could be the same again, but having no idea what would become of these new feelings. Words were needed but none were said. I think we needed time.
We built a fire and cooked pastas and tomato sauce, our first real meal in two days. Charles stayed quieter than usual for an hour or two, but nothing felt awkward. It just felt right. Wanting Charles felt right. Wanting to be right next to him felt right. The drying packsacks occupied the other side of the picnic table, and we sat next to one another, not avoiding our thighs touching. After we had eaten, we became talkative, planning the next day, hoping we could move along our planned itinerary. We boiled water for our drinking bottles but we also had a filter and purifying drops.
Charles said "Let's use the warm water to shave and use the filter instead for the drinking water. I'm getting scrubby down here." He took my hand and passed it across the few stubbles of his pubes. I was stunned by his openness and lack of inhibition towards me. He let my hand go and I left my open hand on his pubis, moving slowly and feeling the very subtle growth mostly just above his hardening cock.
"How about your balls, does it feel rough after a few days?" I asked
"I only have a few hairs growing there, but I shave them anyway. So it's never rough. Here, feel it?" He said, spreading his legs and moving aside his erect cock.
It was so inviting and I obviously couldn't resist. I took my other hand and cupped his balls and felt them right to the base of his cock.
"Smooth, real smooth," I murmured.
"I'll start by shaving you and show you how to do it. You'll shave me afterwards" he moaned back, affected by the strokes of my hands on his balls.
He went to his packsack, took out his shaving cream and razor and came back to the center of the table. He took the pot of water and asked "Do you mind the cold water for your legs? We'll keep the warm water for the more sensitive spots"
"It's a good idea to start by practicing on my legs" I answered.
"I'm no beginner, you know" he explained as he wet my lower leg and applied the shaving cream. "I've been doing that on each Sunday morning and Tuesday evening at swimming practices. Obviously, my buddies just have short growths so we shave much faster. This younger guy on the team insists we shave him even though he has no hair yet. By the hard-on he gets every time, I think he likes the attention."
"Do you... get hard?" I asked.
"Not all the time but... most of the time...well actually I'm always hard at the end" He slowly replied.
He noticed my surprise and said "You know I've been doing that for the past 8 months, and got over the shame or guilt of touching another guy; most of the time we're all hard when we finish shaving with the anal area. " He said as he continued shaving my legs, and went on giving details on how his team shaves.
He added "Once in a while, our coach checks if the shaving is well done. He passes his hands on our bums and pubes. Once we all noticed his hard-on peeking out of his red Speedo ... It was awesome...I mean... you know." He paused his shaving to check my reaction to his comment.
He first noticed my semi-erect cock and continued towards my face. I was in awe listening to the intimacy that seems to submerge the showering activity of his swimming team. Satisfied by the probable drooling at the side of my mouth, he continued. "You know, he's just 18 and has a real swimmer's built. He won two consecutive provincial titles in the 200 meter freestyle. "
"I'll get the warm water for your pubes and butt crack" He added and walked shamelessly with his perfect semi-erect cock to the campfire to get the warm water. I loved watching his ass muscles contract as he walked, accentuating the lateral concave indentation of his glutes. I was just fascinated by those details of his perfect male body. Having no fat under his skin, all those muscular details were emphasized, with no hair to attenuate the shadows and reflections of the sunlight on his skin.
"Let's get the cream off your butt first with this towel and some warm water" as he delicately avoided the skin lesions I had since my fall. He applied the shaving cream, avoiding these areas and started shaving my bum as I was standing in front of him. Again he played with my rosebud while applying the shaving cream. Again my cock reacted by reaching to the sky and by drooling pre-cum. When he was finished, he said,
"Turn around now" and was almost hit by my hard cock in the face as I followed his orders.
"I knew you'd be hard by now" he stated in a `matter of fact' way, as he applied the shaving cream on my short pubes. "You're like me, you don't have a lot yet, barely an inch above your cock" he added as he took hold of my penis to have better access to the hairs growing at its base.
In a minute I was bare, looking like I was at 12. He applied the shaving cream on my scrotum and asked me to lift one leg on the seat of the picnic table while he applied the cream farther backwards touching my rosebud. My knee went limp from the pleasure and fell towards him. I regained my posture and said
"Sorry, it's so sensitive there" I blurted spontaneously.
"I know." He whispered, and looked up at me with those green eyes, and smiled, suggesting he had done it on purpose. He went on shaving the few hairs I had on my nutsac, pushing upwards my penis to stretch the skin. Since he had shaving cream all over his hands, he was sliding up and down my hard cock, putting me at the edge of another orgasm. "Here, let me help" I said, taking my cock in my hands, avoiding another humiliation. I was still drooling pre-cum like crazy, which added to the lubrication of all movements. When he was finished, he removed my hands from my cock and just looked at me from waist to toes. His mouth was unusually opened, and for a moment I thought he would take it in his mouth.
"Beautiful, really beautiful" he whispered more to himself than to me. Once he realized that he had actually said that out loud, he blushed and looked down.
"My turn" I said to help him out of this awkward situation. I felt like answering `I always think that you're beautiful' but didn't dare. I shaved him, but started with his pubes, nutsac and perineum. I asked him to lie on the picnic table to help with the stretching of the skin on his scrotum. I had so much pleasure pushing his hard cock upwards, actually trying to see him cum all over his tight chest. He too gently removed my hand and whispered "I'm too close, I'll hold it"
"Me too, I was so close to cumming when you were holding my cock" I murmured back. I felt like lying on top of him on the picnic table and melt into him. His naked, hairless and perfect 16 year old body lying there in front of me was unbearable torture to my young mind. Words were needed; thousands of them trying to make their way to my mouth, but none were said. Two days ago, I thought I was straight, or more precisely, every action I did was oriented to affirm to my family and friends that I was straight. But now, I had lost all of my usual points of reference. Not only was I bewildered by my reaction to his nude body, but I was completely overwhelmed by the hope that he too, had the same feelings towards me.
Probably sensing my despair, he said "I'll turn so that you do my backside"
Actually he added to my despair. All I wanted was to put my hard cock into him, joining bodies into one. I put my attention on shaving his legs and started talking about my family's plan for the summer. I was happy to finish shaving him, putting an end to the torture of touching him, but holding back at the same time.
Chapter 5
"I think we should wash before the sun goes down. It's nice and warm now" I suggested.
"It's true; we'll probably have to be in the tent before the sun sets. The air is cool now, so imagine tonight!"
We walked to the river, side by side, and entered it slowly to get used to the cold water. We had brought only one bar of soap, knowing we would wash the other, or I hoped we would.
I said "Look across the river, there's a big flat rock in the sunlight, let's swim to it" It took less than a minute to get to it. He got there first, and sat on it, his feet dangling in the water. When I got there, I took one foot and said, "Can I wash you?"
He nodded `yes' with his head, words being too meaningful for the time being. I applied soap to his feet, legs and slowly scrubbed my way right up to his thighs. He had closed his eyes and tilted his head to the sun while I slowly washed him. His skin was so smooth all over his body. I was mesmerized by his naked beauty, water still pearling on his tight skin with the sun shining on them. His cock was slowly filling up, getting fatter at first, and then lengthening ever so slowly as I was moving up to his inner thighs, his smooth balls right against the back of my hand. I had water to my knees and rinsing him while he was sitting was difficult.
"Get in the water, it'll be easier" I suggested and he sled down and crouched into the water at waist level to rinse off.
"Turn around, I'll wash your back" I murmured, both of us knowing what this meant: I would wash his ever perfect bum. His wide shoulders were mine to touch, washing also his hairless underarms, and finally slowly reaching his butt crack. He widened his legs, giving me an implicit permission to go on; and I did.
After having put soap up and down his crack, I placed the bar of soap on the rock and used my bare hands to go on, my fingers entering this very private, muscular and very warm area of his perfect 16 year old body. At first I circled my fingers around his anus, than on it, provoking a very audible moan from Charles who had placed both of his hands on the rock to stabilize himself.
"That feels so good" he purred, surprising me by his spontaneity.
"I know" I whispered back. "When you put cream on my butt this morning, I came all over my sleeping bag"
"I know" he murmured back.
I stopped washing his rosebud for a second, realizing he was not as innocent as I thought he was, and resumed my exploration. I placed my thumb right against his asshole and pushed a little, as he had done to me this morning. He just impaled himself on my thumb by moving his pelvis downwards. The feeling of surprise was only surpassed by the lust I saw in those green eyes as he turned around to look at me, searching for my reaction of disgust or approval. I answered by moving my thumb around in his very hot and inviting asshole. I came across what was probably his prostate because his knees went limp, and he closed his eyes and moaned loudly. He stood up, making my thumb slide out of him. He took the bar of soap in his hands, turned around and gave it to me. I looked at his very hard cock pointing at the sky and looked back at him, asking for permission with my eyes to touch him. He nodded, words were not needed yet.
I bent down to put water on the soap and in the center of my other hand. I started by his chest and nipples, pinching them slightly, causing pre-cum to dribble out of his hard cock. His foreskin was partially covering his glans, and I, all of a sudden, needed to see it all, in the light of the warm sun. I moved my hand downwards, looked up to him for his approval again; our eyes locked, he nodded, and I took hold of Charles' erect cock, while he was awake and watching. I was hypnotized by the moment, his cock beating to his heart, or was it to my heart. My cock pressed on his right thigh, my left hand in his butt crack, still slippery with soap, and my right hand on his cock.
I was in heaven. So was he. He moved backwards and downwards, hinting to his desire that I penetrate him again with my thumb, and I did.
The rocks were slippery and we had to be careful with our movements. I started rocking my cock against his thigh while I was slowly masturbating him. I knew he was close to cumming so I stopped jerking him, but concentrated on searching for his prostate up his ass. Two days ago, I would have been disgusted at the idea of my thumb going up someone's asshole. Today, it was the only reason for my presence on earth.
I knew I had found it by the guttural sounds coming from his partially opened mouth. We looked at each other, and all I saw were his puffed up red lips. I bent forward, he did the same and we kissed, tenderly at first, savoring the soft touch of his lips and hairless cheeks against mine. He opened his mouth and our tongues met. My first kiss would be a gay kiss, a tender loving gay kiss. The softness and warmth of being inside his mouth, our saliva and souls mixing into one was intoxicating. He brought both his hands to my cheeks, softly pushed us apart by a few inches, looked into my soul and said everything without saying a word. He brought me back to his mouth and our worlds met and mixed into something new and powerful.
I felt we both needed release. I locked my gaze into his green eyes, his long wet curly brown hair partially over them. With his heavy breathing matching mine, I started humping my cock against him, faster, moving now both hands in synchrony, one inside of him massaging his prostate, the other on his long, thick and hard cock. It took a few seconds of these very intimate caresses to start cumming together; we both left planet earth and felt that the entire universe existed only for the two of us. I felt his jizz splatter all over my face and chest while mine was lost to the fish. We came back on earth real fast as we fell into the cold river, the slippery rocks not tolerant to earth shattering mutual orgasms.
"We'll find a safer place next time we do this" I said swimming back to the rock. Then I regretted saying that, not sure he wanted to do that again.
"I'll make sure it's a warm and dry place Sebastien" he answered. I was relieved to hear him say that.
We climbed back on the rock and he took the soap and slowly washed me, in the back first and then down on my rosebud, my cock and everything else.
"You're so smooth and hairless all over. I like it "He said.
When he washed my face, his fingers spread the soap on my forehead, cheeks and jaw. He circled my mouth and my lips. He moved closer and slowly kissed me. I felt divine, blessed and eternal like the Canova statue in the Louvre in Paris,"Psyché ranimé par le baiser de l'amour". Words were needed but none were said.
All of this was so gay, so different from what I had imagined would be my first week away from home. Was the absence of my parents like the lid that had been removed from a boiling pot, an ignored and repressed boiling pot, full of gay lust or was it simply love, gay love for someone that had shared so many joyful moments with me in the past ten years.
We swam back to the campsite in synchrony, at the same rhythm, at the same speed, as if we had practiced that all of our lives. We reached the bank simultaneously and as we stood up, he stopped, turned and looked again into my soul. He extended his hand towards me, inviting me to join hands as we would walk back to the tent. What a simple gesture! I'd done that with my parents and older sister hundreds of time, without giving it a second thought.
We had just shared mutual sex, butt and cock touching and passionate kissing. But all of that could just reflect a need for sex. But to walk hand in hand, for the first time, with your gorgeous, naked 16 year old buddy added a new meaning to this very simple gesture: It meant that we were in love, admitting to ourselves and to the other that we were in love, gay love and that those few steps together would probably define who we were for a long time.
I stared back, searched for his soul and found it. I extended my arm, took his hand firmly and walked towards the tent. The sun setting behind us drew our shadows as we walked hand in hand, divinely showing us we were one. That image is enshrined in my memory for eternity. His slender silhouette, wide shoulders and small waist, joining my taller and more athletic shadow by our joining hands was a God given moment. It melted my mind, heart, soul and body into a single entity, the four of which formed something much bigger, stronger and bolder. Words formed and spilled out of my mouth as we reached the tent.
"I love you Charles, I think I've always loved you."
He answered first with tears forming in his eyes, in those same green eyes I've been sharing for the past ten years.
"I've always been yours' Sebastien." He said as he brought our bodies together. Our cocks were flaccid, letting our hearts do the speaking. "I was so scared you'd push me away if I told you." He went on whispering in my ear, as if a crowd was around us, "I love you so much it hurts." He moved away to look at me and continued.
"You made me realize I liked boys more than girls seven years ago when we shared your bed for the first time. When I went swimming to your house, I was always so excited to know I would see you naked. Imagine, your teenage sister never turned me on, in spite of her great boobs." We both burst out in laughter thinking my sister's boobs helped Charles' sexual orientation.
"But you made jokes like `Let's not do that, it's too gay.' Why?" I asked
"I don't know, I think it was my way of hoping you'd answer `Who cares'" He murmured.
"It's cold, let's go inside" I suggested
He became silent for a few seconds, and just nodded. We quietly entered the tent and slid into the warmth of the sleeping bags. We rolled on our sides facing each other, and spontaneously moved forward to feel each other's bodies. I kissed him, welcoming his tongue against mine, tasting and smelling him again. I felt both our cocks stiffening and felt the urge to touch his anus, and I did.
He moaned and stopped moving. He lifted his arms above his head, offering his hairless armpits to me, filling my nose with his scent, the one that had probably been saved in my most primitive memory; the one I woke up to as a child and as a teenager as he slept naked besides me during our frequent sleepovers at my house. I literally dove into them, inhaling his scent and by instinct, licked them slowly and tenderly. From then on, I acted on pure instinct, powered for the first time by a mixture of lust and love. My fingers were still touching his rosebud and I had the urge to smell them and taste them, and I did.
The sun was setting and I wanted to see more of him before it went dark. I unzipped the side of the sleeping bags and kneeled between his long muscular legs. He was such a beauty, a perfect blend of a shaven adolescent body giving him a more innocent look but with a cock any adult would love to have. His cock was leaking. I had to smell it, and I did. I had to taste it, but I waited.
I slowly bent down and put my nose between his balls and inner thigh. I pushed his legs apart, Charles offering no resistance at all. He was mine and we both knew it. His balls had that same smell that had made me dizzy this morning. I smelled him all over, the aroma of soap barely present. I became completely aroused by a mix of musk and pre-cum. Pushing his nut sac with my nose, I came across the scent of all scents, his rosebud, the aroma that made me cum the previous night as I was trying to see my cock against his asshole.
I lifted his legs against his chest to have better access. Charles was in a trance, completely at my mercy. He was drooling from his cock. I began drooling from my mouth, excess saliva all of a sudden spilling out onto Charles' asshole. I became completely obsessed by the smell of that little hole and I wanted to taste it, and I did.
I put my whole mouth on it, and slowly took out my tongue and swirled it. Charles was panting, saying words I could not figure out, his hands caressing my hair and ears. I went from his ass to his balls, taking both in my mouth like candies, then back to his rosebud.
"Oh my God, mmmhhmm, oh my God. So good. So good" He babbled as I licked my way to his cock. And there it was, next to my lips. So big and shining with his pre-cum dribbling down to his already wet balls. I looked up to see Charles and admired his body with his cock in the forefront for the first time. He was so big. I wasn't sure it would fit in my mouth, but was sure willing to try.
He nodded, then he pleaded with his eyes, and then with words, "Please, take me in your mouth"
And I did.
Instinctively, passionately, as if I had done it all my life. A cock in my mouth for the first time, so soft and so hard at the same time, so full of life and manhood, so full of promise and semen, so full of Charles and me.
He screamed and then apologized. His words still didn't make sense, but his whole body talked as I was sucking on his cock. His breathing was in pace with every move I made up and down his cock. I was officially a cocksucker and loved every second of it. He was moaning and panting, and the sound of his ecstasy was music to my ears.
He said "Wait, I'm too close" and he grabbed my head, pulled me up to him and kissed me. He placed his feet around my waist and tilted his pelvis upwards, offering his boy cunt to me.
He moaned in my ear. "Fuck me Sebastien. Please fuck me." I didn't know how to fuck him. It was dark and I couldn't find his rosebud. But my cock told me to roll on my back, and I did. Charles caught on immediately, kneeled on top of me, took hold of my virgin hard cock and placed it against his warm and hospitable asshole. He pushed down just so slightly, and stopped. He bent forward and said "It's my first time"
"Me too" I answered
"Is it going to fit" He asked with a hint of fear in his voice.
"It feels right Charles" I whispered back. "Everything I've done with you feels right"
With those words he placed his hands in mine, and placed them on both sides of his head. My glans fitted perfectly in the little nest that his anus formed. Lube was `on the house' flowing freely from my cock. Charles started a slow rocking movement that I encouraged by slowly lifting my pelvis to meet his subtle movements. The mushy sound came back, as my pre-cum was pushed inside of him each time he pushed downwards. I pulled his head towards me, placing my lips delicately on his', barely touching each other. I could smell his mouth. He could smell the aroma of his pre-cum and the musky smell of his asshole still on my lips. His eyes showed urgency. He lowered himself onto me with more insistence, sliding slowly down my shaft, stopped halfway for a minute and continued down until I was completely engulfed into him. It felt right, God it felt so right. My cock was where it belonged, inside Charles.
"I'm all yours now, and always have been." He whispered in my ear.
"Me too, this feels so right." I purred.
My cock took over my mind, again. I became a giant cock and Charles became my giant, warm, tight and slippery boy cunt. My cock told me to fuck him, and I did.
Slowly at first, I began lifting his buttocks up and down my steel rod, impaling him completely, his soft ball resting on my hairless pubic area while his long cock kept sliding on my abs. We became one entity: Our saliva mixing as our tongues swirled in each other's mouth, breathing each other's air, my pre-cum mixing with the juices in his gut, my skin on his skin, mixing our sweat and our souls entwined forever.
I started fucking him faster. Charles began moaning louder with every thrust, losing completely all inhibitions, expressing pure lust and desire. Each moan ended with "Oh God" or "So good" or "Fuck me" or some variation of these. His cheeks and chest were bright red, giving contrast to those green eyes that went from his cock to my face. His moaning transformed into a guttural raucous sound while his pelvic thrusts became compelling, trying to get more of my cock into him. He abandoned himself completely, and brought me into that new territory of human existence. For a few minutes I couldn't tell where I ended and where he began, who I was and where I was. Was it where lust ends and where love begins?
"Fuck... fuck me...hard...er...harder...fuck...me...Sebas...Sebastien.. love ...you" he yelled as his cock exploded all over me, sending his semen above my head, into my hair and face. I felt his boy cunt contract over my cock, sending me over the edge, propelling my jizz far inside of him, making me feel complete for the first time in my life, inside Charles body.
I came back on earth, finding Charles' forehead resting on mine, his tongue licking his semen from my face and feeding it to me, his very sweaty body collapsed on mine with my cock still hard and inside of him. We were both out of breath, wondering where on earth we had travelled to.
"Wow, you are so hot. I didn't recognize you for a moment. "I whispered as if people could hear us.
"Well, it's your fault. I've been dreaming and jerking off to your body for the past seven years. I had dry orgasms when I started jerking off looking at you sleep, naked besides me." He admitted with a smile.
"What! You were jacking off besides me all those years?" I uttered.
"Yeah, and later on, you often had jizz all over you and you never noticed it in the morning." He replied
"Wicked. Why didn't you give me hints?" I asked.
"You were so dumb and blind." He answered, twisting his face into a grimace.
I pinched him as retaliation to his insult. He squirmed on top of me, making my cock slide out of its now favorite place. A lovely squishing sound accompanied this process as I felt a warm liquid dribble from his ass to my newly shaven pubis.
"Is that only my jizz weeping from your ass?" I whispered in his ear.
"Yeah, I felt something ooze out of me and unto my balls. I don't know what kind of mixture drools after sex. Do you mind?" He asked looking straight into my eyes with no hint of remorse or guilt.
"No, I really don't care. It's part of us now." I answered softly, reaching for his asshole and fingering the warm liquid still leaking.
"You really like my little hole, do you?" He purred as he enjoyed the feeling of my fingers.
"It's all of you that I like." I whispered back.
"Should we go wash or just go to sleep?" He asked. "What do gay people do?"
"Gay people! I guess we qualify for that word now. Let's just go to sleep. We'll have to do some laundering ourselves when we get back home." I answered. "I think my mom would smell us out"
"Yeah, my parents, not sure how I'll deal with them when I get back home." He said a bit worried.
"In time Charles, we'll tell them when you feel it's time. My parents have always repeated that we can love men or women. Maybe they knew I was gay before I did. They'll help us."
And I pondered on that last sentence and became all emotional, tear forming in my eyes. "I'm sure they'll love us together, they already love each of us separately." Wiping my tears as I realized I was sure of my parent's acceptance and love. "They'll help us" I repeated as I rolled on top of him.
"I love you so much, I find it scary" I murmured looking into his soul.
"Don't be scared, I've wanted this so much. I won't hurt you" He answered with his soul and I became at peace. I kissed him again, realizing that I loved feeling those lips against mine. My cock stayed hard and found its way against his wet rosebud.
"Can I?" I asked.
"Sure" He answered with a moan as he felt my cock entering with ease.
"Practice makes perfect; see I'm improving my aim." I purred as I was fucking him slowly this time, trying to take in as much memory as I could of this blissful moment. I pushed his legs up against his chest, and bent down to kiss him again, feeling his cock get hard as I was rubbing his prostate gland with my slow thrusts. We lasted longer this time, with no hurry to come, but with more time to love. Again Charles came to a point where he became that other sexual being, needing release in an urgent way, and bringing me along this blessed path of love and lust. We came again as profusely as we had done the first time, adding to the love juices on and in our bodies.
The next morning turned into the next week. We did not continue paddling along the river but stayed on the same campsite, naked most of the time, enjoying our newly found love and explored our intimacy as often as we could. By the end of the week, I had experienced the joy of being fucked by my lover. A lot of practice and perseverance was needed to accept that monster into me, but watching Charles enjoy my cock up his ass was all the inspiration I needed. I also became an expert at shaving him, and sucking him at the same time.
We left the campsite with all the apprehensions that two gay teenagers have when they feel they have to come out to their families and friends, but we were strong, and we both felt it was right. We paddled back to my parent's car, `so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.'