Teenstuds in the Canadian Wilderness 4
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.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I am using a new e-mail address, and I copied it incorrectly into Chapters 1 and 2. It is not ".ca", but ".com" as it appears below. My apologies to anyone who tried to e-mail me at .ca. Please resend to polarbearbait@canoemail.com because I love getting your comments and suggestions.
Despite this mix-up, I have received a number of really encouraging e-mails from readers. Thanks very much. These e-mails have convinced me to write the full 7-part series as originally planned instead of a scaled-down version. Parts 5, 6 and 7 may not appear until October as the boys are pretty wiped out from their exertions. Chris tells me he has a few tricks up his sleeve, so the later chapters will be even hotter. (He may look all sweet and innocent, but I think deep down he's a horny devil.)
Teenstuds in the Canadian Wilderness Part 4: in the Cabin by polarbearbait@canoemail.com August 2001
That evening, the four young men were back in the cabin reading and joking around. Chris and Joey were in their underwear and t-shirts, while Jon was in his fitted boxers and Jean-Guy wearing only his bikini briefs. Jon, as usual, was regaling the others with stories of his sexual conquests back in Mariposa.
"Man, I have trouble believing some of your stories. I mean, sure, you've got the face and body that girls would go for, but where do you find the time and energy to screw as many as you say you do?" Joey asked.
"I am one betty-pleasing machine, eh? I'm horny all the time. If I could find more chicks in Mariposa, I'd be fucking even more of them. Just waiting 'til I get to Toronto at the end of the summer. I've got an interview lined up with a modelling agency. And once I'm working, I'll be getting gorgeous model babes by the dozen. Even when I am getting laid, I still do a heck of a lot of this, eh?" Jon said, jerking his hand in front of his crotch. "In fact, I could really do with getting off again before I go to sleep, even though I had a great blast just before dinner."
Chris shot Jon a worried look, which was just met by a sly grin.
"You know, we don' really wan' to 'ear about this all de time, Jon," Jean-Guy said, not even looking up from his magazine. "Fuckin' dis, fuckin' dat. You fuck anyt'ing dat moves."
"Hey, it's not like you don't need to get your rocks off once in a while," Jon replied.
"Yah, but usually it's wit' my girlfrien'. I don' need to do a lot of dis," Jean-Guy shot back making the same motion with his hand that Jon had just made.
"Yeah, well, you seemed to be getting into it last night. Jerking off feels pretty good when there's nothing else around. Not that I'm saying that there's nothing else around," Jon said, looking again at a now panicking Chris.
"What do you mean? You find a girls' camp or somet'ing?" Jean-Guy joked.
"Not exactly. This afternoon, Chris helped me out with my little problem down on the dock," Jon said slowly, looking at Jean-Guy. "Chris has a really nice mouth, if you know what I mean. It felt reallllly gooood. I'm sure he'd help you out, too. He seemed to get off on licking your nipples last night."
"You asshole! You fucking asshole! You said you wouldn't say anything to anyone about this afternoon!" Chris blurted out as he fought back the tears.
Jon walked over to where Chris was now standing and held the boy's head in his strong hand. Looking deep into Chris's eyes, he turned on the dimpled smile that he knew made girls melt, figuring it would have the same effect on Chris, and said soothingly, "It's okay. We're all friends here. I just figured you'd want to have some more fun. We both enjoyed it -- so there's nothing wrong with that." Jon brought Chris's cheek down to his own chest and began stroking the boy's soft blond hair.
As Chris calmed down a bit in the arms of his idol, Jon moved Chris's hand to the soft, meaty bulge of his fitted boxers. Feeling the quickly lengthening pole through the soft fabric drove the humiliation and fear out of Chris's mind as he became again focussed only on that glorious cock. Jon pushed Chris's head gently toward the bulge, and Chris began to tongue the soft cotton, pushing against the hardening pole. When Chris began trying to fit his mouth around the pole, Jon lowered the waistband, causing his ten-incher to spring free.
The blond teen wasted no time in getting his full pink lips around the pinkish-purple head of the long cock in front of his face, savouring the velvety skin. Quickly he slipped half of Jon's middle leg into his mouth and to the entrance of his throat, massaging the cock with his tongue, and Jon's balls with his hands.
"Tabernacle", cursed Jean-Guy. "I can't believe I'm watching dis. I'm geddin' out of here," he said as he slipped on his sandals, and picked up a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. "I'll leave you tapettes alone, but me, I'm not doin' dat."
As Jean-Guy headed for the door, Jon stuck one arm out to block his path, and used the other to ease Chris off his throbbing manhood. "Don't knock it 'til you've tried it, guy. This kid's mouth feels so good." Jon guided Chris's head over to Jean-Guy's purple bikini briefs.
Chris looked up at Jon who again flashed his melting smile as he nodded. Chris looked up quickly at Jean-Guy and thought, 'in for a penny, in for a pound'. The lithe blond swimmer began to lick the purple mound in front of him. Jean-Guy's thick meat had already chubbed up a little, so it was a very impressive package.
Chris would have been happy to munch on Jean-Guy's briefs for a while, but Jon knew that the big Quebecois needed more convincing. Jon slipped his hand into the skimpy briefs, and hefted the thick cock and over-sized balls out to give Chris's lapping tongue free access.
Chris immediately went to work -- what he lacked in technique, he made up for in enthusiasm. His inhibitions cast aside, Chris worked furiously at Jean-Guy's crotch with his hands and his mouth, licking and sucking to bring the big cock to its full glory in a matter of seconds. More importantly, the exquisite sensations of Chris's blow-job collapsed Jean-Guy's determination to leave.
Jean-Guy's powerful hands cradled Chris's bobbing head as the younger boy struggled to get the olive-coloured fencepost into his delicate mouth. Doing his best to avoid gagging, Chris managed to get a respectable helping of throbbing French-Canadian tube steak into his mouth and the opening to his throat. Jean-Guy moaned and struggled to keep his knees from buckling.
Although a novice, the kid was quickly becoming a proficient cock-sucker. It was quite a sight to see the lithe blond young man bobbing on the thick 8 « inches of manmeat in front of him. Chris was careful not to let his teeth drag as he sucked the mighty pole into his wet, welcoming mouth, and then pulled his head away letting the suction drag his lips along the throbbing cock.
Across the room, Joey was watching in amazement. Although he had never been exposed to this sort of behaviour before this week, his raging teen hormones gave him an equally raging hard-on, which he had begun to stroke in his white briefs. Jon caught his eye and beckoned him over.
Joey was expecting only to jerk off with Jon as they had done the previous evening, but the model immediately began coaxing the Cree's head down to his throbbing ten inches of steel. Catching a quick glance of the ecstasy on Chris's face as he devoured Jean-Guy's thick, hard studcock, Joey decided to give it a try.
Joey hefted Jon's long shaft in one hand and examined the purple head. Tentatively he stuck his tongue out, then sucked it back in and guided the pole to his nose and poked it lightly first against his nostrils, and then against his lips. He lightly put his lips on the very end of Jon's teenmeat without opening his mouth, giving it a delicate kiss.
Jon was nodded and coaxing Joey further, but the long-haired young man was oblivious to the other's urging. He remained focussed on the Jon's ten-inch, ramrod-straight dick. Taking the plunge, he lowered his jaw and let the cock slide over his lower lip and onto his moist tongue.
Having explored Jon's throbbing pole and become comfortable with it, Joey at last looked up at Jon and threw himself full-bore into the blow job, sucking and licked and stroking simultaneously. With ten inches of fuckstick in his hand and mouth, there was a lot to work on.
Joey also caught quick glances of Chris making love to Jean-Guy's thick cock and tried to pick up some of the tricks that Chris was using flicking his tongue across the come-slit at the end of the dick, massaging the balls with one hand, running his tongue along the sensitive underside of the cock, etc.
He also saw that Chris had his free hand stuffed into his tight, white briefs, furiously stroking his own horny boydick. Without breaking his stroke and suction on Jean-Guy's cock, Chris managed to slip his briefs off so that his cock swung free, and when he knew that Jean-Guy was too into the fantastic blow-job that he was getting to back out, took a quick break to slip his own t-shirt off over his head. Joey followed Chris's lead, and now all four hot young men were naked, their sweaty bodies being cooled by the evening breeze coming in through the windows.
Chris began licking Jean-Guy's big balls, stroking the thick cock furiously, and letting the occasional gob of his own spit fall to his own dick below to facilitate his own jerking. Joey, seeing the intensity in Chris's actions, decided to help the blond out by using his free hand to tickle Chris's teen 'nads.
By now Jon had his hands full of Joey's long silky hair, and noticing that Joey was being distracted by Chris, began pumping his long dick in and out of Joey's mouth, and starting down the cute Indian's throat. Joey kept massaging Chris's balls, but returned his attention to Jon, and to suppressing his gag reflex.
Chris was going absolutely wild his mouth was full of thick, throbbing studcock, he had one hand full of the biggest balls he could have imagined, the other hand was pounding his own slicked-up teendick, and he had another guy squeezing and stroking his balls. It was too much for previously inexperienced 18-year old. With tears of joy streaming down his cheeks, he felt the orgasm surging in his loins. As he continued thrashing his cock, sexjuice started shooting out of his prick and spraying on the muscled, tan calves of the hunk he was sucking. He tried hard to keep his mouth wrapped around Jean-Guy's big meat, but Chris's knees went weak as his orgasm shuddered through his body, and he fell back on his heels, and then on his cute butt, and boycome continued to pulse out of his cock. As his orgasm subsided, he struggled to regain his breath.
Watching Chris's spectacular orgasm heightened the sensations that Jon was getting from fucking Joey's mouth and throat. When Chris fell away from Jean-Guy, Joey immediately moved his hand up to Jon's tight pecs and taut nipples, massaging those as his other hand was massaging Jon's balls. Jon, too, began to feel an orgasm well up from within. His knees began to buckle. Jean-Guy instinctively put his big hand on Jon's shoulder to steady him as Jon's hot come made the long trip through his ten-inches of hot teen cock into Joey's accommodating mouth.
Without thinking, Joey began to swallow as each shot of steaming spunk hit the back of his throat. As Jon cried out in ecstasy, Joey could take no more of Jon's sperm and pulled his mouth away. Jon continued to pump shot after shot of white mancream out of his long fuckstick. The precious juice landed on Joey's brown chest and shoulders and on his cheek.
Turning his head away so the come wouldn't get in his eyes, Joey came face to face with Jean-Guy's tree trunk, still throbbing and jutting out from his muscular body. Without thinking, he wrapped his soft lips around the big head, and began sucking. It didn't take long to bring the big Quebecois to the verge of orgasm his grunts let Joey know that it was time.
Joey grabbed Jon's cock again and milked the last remaining drops of studsauce out into his hand and used it to pump his own cock as he sucked on Jean-Guy's thick meat as hard as he could. Pounding on his own teencock with his right hand, Joey leaned back and let the thick pole slip out of his mouth, wrapped his left hand around, and began to pound in sync with his right hand. In seconds, hot sexjuice began to spurt out of both cocks in long ropes, landing on Joey's face and slim torso.
Joey slowed his strokes and the orgasms waned, milking both cocks in unison to get every last drop out.
Jean-Guy looked down at Joey, his brown skin spotted with come from Jon, Jean-Guy and himself, then looked over at Chris, who had stroked himself to another quick orgasm (ah, to be eighteen) watching Joey service the two bigger teens, and then to Jon, who had that sly grin on his face, watching Joey finish himself and Jean-Guy off.
Jean-Guy couldn't believe he had allowed himself to get into such a situation again so soon after his first encounter the night before. He didn't know what to say, but knew that he didn't want to talk about it, so he looked down at the come-covered Joey, touched his chin and said a tender, "Merci bien, mon ami," grabbed a towel and walked out naked toward the shower block.
Chris, also wanting to avoid embarrassing conversation, said quickly, "I'm going for a dip in the lake," grabbed his towel and headed out.
Jon looked at the recovering Joey and said, "You're a pretty hot little package, you know that?"
Joey, a bit uncomfortable at the compliment, muttered a quick, "Thanks, I think," grabbed a towel and headed off to the shower block in the opposite direction from where Jean-Guy had headed.
Jon pulled his fitted boxers back on and slipped into bed, pretending to fall asleep so that nobody would have to talk about what had happened when they came back in.
Continued in Part 5 -- On the Island