The following story is fiction and contains explicit descriptions of homosexual love-making between consenting men 18-years-old and over, a half hour later in Newfoundland. All characters are fictitious and bear no relation to actual persons living, dead, or sitting in the House of Commons. If reading this is likely to offend you or your reading of this will contravene a federal, provincial, state or local law or bylaw, or if you are under legal age in your jurisdiction, then you are instructed to delete this now.
The guys in this story live in a fictional world where there is no AIDS and no sexually- transmitted diseases, so they don't use condoms. We don't live in such a world. Anyone not using condoms today is an idiot, especially those who think that they can avoid AIDS by sleeping only with young guys. Anyone can be carrying the virus. Always practice safe hot sex.
Teenstuds in the Canadian Wilderness Part 3: on the Dock by polarbearbait@canoemail.com
On the third afternoon, Chris had finished his work early and was sunning himself on the dock by the swimming area, a towel draped over his eyes to block out the sun. He still couldn't believe what had happened the previous night in the cabin with his three hot new friends. As the sun warmed his slim body, the blond 18-year-old ran his left hand over his smooth chest and rubbed his perky pink boynipples. His right hand stroked his taut stomach, and brushed over the crotch of his electric blue speedos. This caused his teen dick to start to chub up a little. As he replayed in his mind stroking Jon's big hard dick, his hand gently stroked his growing hard-on through the soft spandex bathing suit.
Lost in his reverie, Chris felt the warmth of the sun disappear from his chest, and moved his hand from his crotch up to the towel covering his eyes. Moving the towel up, he was shocked to see Jon, the man of his erotic dreams, standing over him, the sun shining on his bronzed skin.
"Howzitgoan, eh?"
Chris sat bolt upright and dropped the towel over his tented speedo to hide the evidence of his erection. His heart pounding, Chris searched for something to say to cover his obvious excitement. "Umm... sorry, I was just napping. I didn't hear you come up." He looked up to see Jon, as beautiful as ever, standing in a pair of tight black running shorts, bulging over his soft but very big prick, and a ribbed t-shirt hugging his solid pecs, flat stomach, and respectable biceps. Chris's boycock throbbed even harder.
"Thinking of me, were you?" Jon asked smugly.
"Fuck off, I wasn't think of you. I was thinking about chicks," Chris responded, worried that Jon would resume the teasing of last night.
"It's okay, guy. I know you get off on me. And why shouldn't you? All the girls, and a lot of guys get off on me. That felt really good last night, having your hand around my dick. I wouldn't mind getting off like that right now. You seem to be 'up' for it," Jon said as he knelt down beside Chris and snapped away the towel. Jon took Chris's trembling hand and pressed it against his own crotch. "It looks like I won't be getting any pussy this summer, so I could use some help."
Jon pressed Chris's hand harder into his own crotch, and began using it to massage his hardening dick. After a while, Jon knew that Chris needed no further encouragement, and released the hand. Jon moved his hand to Chris's soft blond hair and began to stroke it. Chris kneaded the lump in his crotch. Jon paused to peal the tight t-shirt off his strong torso and drop it onto the deck. He hooked his hand under Chris's arms and hauled the boy up to a kneeling position, and said quietly, "I saw how much you enjoyed sucking on Jean-Guy's pecs last night. I get off on that too," and gently pushed the blond boy's head down to chest.
Chris tentatively stuck his pink tongue out and licked the beautiful young man's brown nipple. As he did this, Jon guided Chris's hand over the waistband of his running shorts and into the hot groin. Chris wrapped his hand around the long slender dick as Jon lowered the shorts over his round ass.
"That's what you wanted isn't it?" Jon asked.
Chris was too wrapped up in stroking the steel-hard cock, now extended to its full
ten inches, and in licking the hard pecs of the hunk he had been dreaming about to answer. His free hand was now stroking his own seven inch dick through his bathing suit.
"Hey guy, it's all yours if you want it, and I know you want it. I won't say a word to anyone."
Chris tried to figure out what Jon was saying when he felt Jon's hand push his head gently down. Chris tried to resist, but Jon's powerful bicep flexed, and Chris's weak will power crumbled. He felt Jon's rippled stomach pass by his soft cheek as he realised that Jon want him to suck on that long teencock.
Chris overcame his panic, and examined the ten-inch rod that was standing rigidly upright almost touching Jon's belly button. He had never seen another boy's fuckpole this close before. Chris crossed a bridge, and stuck his tongue out cautiously, only to have Jon pull his head towards his stomach. Tongue met cockhead, Chris abandoned his caution and wrapped his tongue around the hot red helmet of Jon's cock for his first (but certainly not his last) taste of hot male beef.
Chris quickly guessed how to suck a cock, and ran his tongue down the long pole to the bush of brown hair at its base, and then back up again to put the whole head in his mouth.
"Oh, yeah, that feels so good," Jon moaned. "Suck my big cock... suck me off...."
Chris sucked on the Jon's cockhead and stroked the long shaft roughly. With his other hand, Chris massaged Jon's swollen testicles that were already painfully full despite his powerful orgasm the night before. Chris used one finger to stroke the perineum and began to take the long shaft into his wet mouth. Jon pushed forward, eager to get as much of his throbbing teencock into the blond's hot wet mouth as possible. The tight ring the 18-year-old had formed with his soft
pink lips stroked the long dick as it slid into Chris's mouth. Chris used his tongue to stimulate the teencock more, but worried as he felt it reach the back of his mouth, and began to gag as Jon pushed further.
"Easy, guy. I can get this in further. It just takes some practice. Tilt your head back, relax, and don't think about gagging."
Chris followed Jon's instructions and had some success because he wanted more than anything to have every last inch of that beautiful pole in his throat. Jon took it easy on Chris, only occasionally poking his stick down the boy's throat as he began pistoning his long fuckpipe in and out of Chris's mouth.
By now Chris had one hand stroking the tight pecs of the handsome young man standing above him, and the other pounding his own young cock which he had freed from his tight speedos. He looked up to see the ecstasy on Jon's striking visage as he thrust in and out of Chris's mouth. Jon began to grunt and almost to whine as the orgasm began to mount in his balls. He told himself that a blow job was a blow job, but in fact he was getting off on the idea of another young guy getting off on him. It stroked his cocky ego just as Chris was stroking his glistening shaft.
Chris pulled his mouth off Jon's studmeat and went after the heavy balls hanging between Jon's tanned thighs. First licking, and then sucking the orbs one by one, he continued stroking both the long prong he had just been sucking and his own raging hard-on. Pre-come was now flowing from Jon's come-slit, lubricating the throbbing cock and making Chris's hand feel even more velvety. The fertile testicles slipped in and out of Chris's wet mouth as he slobbered all over Jon's scrotum. Feeling Jon's thrusts against his hand become more urgent, Chris wrapped his pink lips around the cockhead again, and took as much of the fuckstick down his throat as he could without choking, massaging it with his tongue as it went in.
Jon returned to pumping his teencock in and out of the blond's mouth, heaving his torso against the boy's face, clutching mounds of soft blond hair in each hand. Chris grabbed Jon's ballsac and pulled down hard, causing Jon to push his groin forward. With one last thrust down Chris's throat, the ten inches of hot steel began to erupt ropes of white come. Jon pulled back so that Chris wouldn't gag, but made sure that half of his cock remained lodged in the blond swimmer's mouth.
The feeling of Jon's hot studcream in his mouth brought Chris to a thundering climax as his hand jacked his seven-inch boydick furiously. Drops of pearly Chriscome sprayed up onto Jon's tanned legs, over his balls and onto Chris's chin. Chris sucked hard to get the last drops of sexjuice out of the still-hard pole as Jon's
knees began to buckle from the intensity of his orgasm.
As Jon fell to his knees, his long prick slipped from Chris's mouth and the younger boy leaned his head on Jon's solid chest, his soft flaxen hair brushing Jon's erect nipples, and the teenspunk on his chin smearing onto the smooth skin. As Jon leaned back and lay down, Chris fell on top of him, squishing the two beautiful young cocks together and rubbing his young slim body up and down the toned and tanned body of the other boy. Chris ran a hand through Jon's full wavy red- brown hair, and boldly, he kissed Jon's lips softly. Sensing no resistance, he stuck his come-covered tongue into Jon's mouth.
Jon was surprised, but too exhausted from his orgasm to react quickly, and allowed
the kiss to go on for about ten seconds before placing his hands on Chris's chest and pushing him up and off him. "Hey, I'm not like that."
"You seemed to be like that a minute ago when you had your cock halfway down my throat," Chris said as he ground his softening cock into Jon's.
"But I'm not a fag, okay? I was just getting off," Jon said, inadvertently swallowing his own salty come.
"Well, I guess I'm not either, then," Chris replied as got up, running his sticky hand over Jon's perfect pecs, over his washboard stomach, and giving the wilting erection a firm grope. "And nothing gets said about this, right?"
Continued in Part 4 -- In the Cabin
This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. Comments and constructive criticism would be welcome at polarbearbait@canoemail.com