Date: Mon, 17 Dec 2012 15:26:19 -0500
From: wild wing <wildwing66@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Kid in the Red Canoe   -   C1

Preamble: I've been reading Nifty story for many years, in fact almost back
to the beginning.  My favorite among the early writers was a gentleman who
called himself Marky Mark.  I'd love to speak to him but alas his email
addresses no longer work.  He has written nothing for over twelve years.
My favourite Marky Mark tale was a short story called 'The Kid at the
Cottage'.  It appeared September 21st 1998.  What follows is written in his
honour.  It is a rewrite of his story with my own additions and
embellishments.  You may compare it to his if you wish.  I hope it does
Marky Mark justice wherever he may be.


 There are descriptive scenes of consensual sex between an underage gay boy
and an adult.  You have been warned. The author does not condone such
practices in real life.  I love hearing from my readers and will respond to
all.


 I have renamed his story "The Kid in the Red Canoe'.  Enjoy!

   Chapter one

  The first time I lay eyes on Jason it was quite a sight.  He was standing
naked as only a twelve year old boy can, knee deep in the shallows of a
small rocky waterfall.  There were two other boys there attired in a
similar manner, perched up and around the cascading water.  I knew the
place well for I was no more than a mile by boat from my family's cottage
and I had been coming here since I was a kid myself.

  I was up at the cottage for the summer, alone as I often was, working on
the dock and the old crumbling boathouse.  My grandfather owned the place
although he seldom came up any more.  As his favourite grandson he told me
I would get the cottage upon his death.  In the meantime he had 'hired' me
to fix the place up.  Working for him consisted of playing handyman at my
leisure.  In return he paid me a weekly wage and dropped a big fat cheque
on me for my first semester at college in the fall.  It was a sweetheart
deal and one that continued for the duration of my college education.

  As I was saying I had just arrived back from the city with a load of
lumber and had decided to shake the dust out of my hair by taking a quick
tour around the end of the lake in the old canoe.  I usually headed east
because in that direction the cottages soon petered out leaving me with the
sensation of entering a pristine wilderness. The whole area was Canadian
Shield territory with its pine forests, granite rock and sparkling
lakes. It was a great place for swimming, camping and cottaging that
attracted the multitudes from the big city, a three hour drive to the
south. I rounded a rocky point allowing sufficient clearance to avoid some
rather sharp projections just below the surface.  Dead ahead I spotted two
boats pulled up on shore, a red canoe and a decrepit looking rowboat.

  I knew there was a a well worn pathway that lead from where they had tied
up their boats to the hidden waterfall in the woods. When I saw the boats I
figured they belonged to kids who were no doubt at the waterfall.  It
really wasn't much of a cascade for the water only dropped about six feet.
However because it was so hidden and secluded it attracted kids like a
magnet.  It was like a natural combination outdoor shower and swimming hole
that cried out 'take your clothes off and enjoy'.  I had imbibed many times
in my youth and I don't mind admitting I had done some sexual exploration
there with boyfriends of mine on more than one occasion.

  I paddled around the bay to the small river that I knew came from the
waterfall.  There was a 'back-way' trail that began here and that was
exactly where I headed. The route was less travelled and quite a bit
longer.  I walked it slowly and lit a cigarette to calm my anticipation.
It wasn't long before I knew there were boys there.  I could hear them.

  I slowed my pace still further as I neared my destination.  Directly
ahead a line of cedars dotted the crest of a small rise.  Beyond that it
was a quick descent to the water.  Putting out my cigarette I selected a
particularly bushy cedar and crawled towards it.  Carefully pushing
branches aside I was able to rest on my stomach and create a perfect
vantage point to view the activities below.

  What a glorious panorama unfolded before me.  The three boys were full of
the joy and vibrancy of life that it seems twelve year old boys know best
how to express.  The air rang with their constant laughter and shouts of
daring do.

  One boy, the red head, yelled, "Watch me!"  He took a running leap from
shore.  Easily clearing the shallows he tucked his legs under his chin and
landed with an impressive splash in the deeper part of the pool.

  "I can do better than that!" the blond kid bragged.  He clamored up
beside the waterfall to a small ledge some three feet above the water's
surface.  With a scream like a wounded wild man he leaped into the air.
Spreading all four limbs in every direction he landed flat on his stomach
sending torrents of water everywhere.  I was certainly prepared to award
him a ten.

  Of course the brunette announced he could do one better.  He tried to do
what I think was a somersault in the air before he landed in the pool.  The
idea was good but the execution was not.  He landed in the water with limbs
flailing every which way in an attempt to regain his balance.  Hoots of
laughter greeted him as he sputtered to the surface.  It was all in good
fun though.

  It appeared that sex was the furthest thing from their minds.  While they
were at ease with their nudity and with each other, the only erection on
the premises was my own.  Two of the boys, the red head and the brunette
sported appendages that bounced around as they cavorted from one spot to
another.  It was the third boy, young Jason, whose name I was about to
learn, that drew more and more of my attention.

  The sight of young blond Jason naked in the sunlight has become forever
etched in my mind's eye. He was an incredible sight to behold as he moved
with the grace of a cat about the pool.  I would have fallen for him just
on the basis of his golden blond hair and blue eyes.  Further his sweet
bashful grin and boyish dimples made me melt on the spot.

  But if that wasn't enough to start an instant love affair his cock
certainly was!  He appeared to be absolutely hairless yet he matched the
size of many an adult male.  It flopped about slapping against his upper
legs as he glided here and there.  Unlike the other two his glans was
completely visible.  He was too much for a weak heart and it made the
entire scene seem like a bizarre fantasy.

  To that point my intentions had been honourable.  The plan was to simply
spy on them a while before retreating to my canoe and home.  No doubt the
episode should have ended with a good jerk off visualizing the three boys
in the process.

  Young Jason changed all of that.  I had to get closer, to talk to him,
perhaps to touch him, perhaps to.....well....whatever unfolded would occur
in its own sweet time.


 I crawled back out of the cedar boughs.  Standing up, I brushed off the
pine needles and cedar leaves.  I also carefully readjusted an obvious
erection.  I nonchalantly picked up the path and strode over the crest
towards the water's edge.  Hopefully I appeared to be a casual hiker who
happened upon the boys by chance.

  "Oh, Hi guys!" I waved.  There was an immediate flurry of activity as
they suddenly became aware of my presence.  Two of them immediately scooted
off to hide their nakedness behind some rocks.  The third boy, Jason, just
stood there in the pool stark naked and no more than ten feet from me.  I
was even more stunned by his beauty close up.

  "Hi there," he smiled.  "I see you have found my skinny dipping pool," I
offered.  "Your pool?" he queried.


  "Well, it's not really my pool," I confessed, "It just so happens I have
been skinny dipping here for years and I think of it as my pool.  I was
about your age when I first started using it."

  "Yeah?  How long ago was that?"  "Well," I responded, "I'm twenty now so
I guess that makes it about eight years."


  I guess by now the brunette had figured I was friendly enough.  He found
enough courage to come out of hiding and join Jason.  The red head stayed
on the other side of a small boulder that was just high enough to hide his
genitals from my view.  No cause for alarm, it was Jason that held my rapt
attention.

  The brunette joined the conversation.  "Did you come here to swim today?"
he asked.  "Yeah, I did," I lied, "But you boys got here first and there is
hardly room for the four of us."

  Jason jumped in with both feet.  "It's okay.  You can join us.  We'll
make room!"  Jason seemed overly anxious to have me join and I found that
very interesting.  Truth be told the size of the pool had nothing to do
with my decision.  The size of my cock did.  I felt an erect adult cock
badly leaking precum would surely have scared them off and that was the
last thing I wanted.  No, I would have to be content with a pleasant
conversation and copping as many glances as I could of Jason and his
amazing organ.

  In the end all the boys turned out to be friendly and I chatted with each
of them in turn.  Scott the redhead and Peter the brunette were each
other's best buddies and staying with their families at a waterfront resort
on the lake.  Jason on the other hand was living for the summer with his
mother at the family cottage while his father worked in the city.

  His curiosity up Jason inquired, "Where are you staying?"  "Do you know
the cottage on the other side of the lake at the big point?"


  "The one with the big flag in front?"
  "That's it," I agreed, "I've got that place all to myself for the entire
summer."  "Cool," Jason grinned.


 I was sure that by now Jason had guessed that I was constantly checking
him out.  Try as I might I couldn't help it and it had to be more than
obvious.  It didn't alarm him.  Quite the contrary it appeared to me that
he was actually preening a little.  It also appeared that his cock was
slowly expanding.  It was becoming even more gargantuan.

  Peter eventually wandered off and joined Scott.  Scott vacated his hiding
spot and the two of them quickly returned to their hi jinks.  That left me
alone with Jason.


He was so perfect, a young Ganymede if you will.  It was all I could do to
restrain myself from asking him if he'd like to take a short stroll into
the woods. For his part Jason began to beg me to strip and come into the
water.  I wondered if he had an ulterior motive, The wet spot on my pants
was growing exponentially.  I had to call it a day.

   "It's been a pleasure talking to you," I concluded.  "I'd love to talk
to you again."  "Me too!" he proclaimed.


  His simple response made my heart skip two beats.  I decided to take the
plunge and suggest how we might see each other once more.
  "Well I do skinny dip here quite often so perhaps I''ll bump into you
here then," I offered.  "That would be cool," he grinned, "Or maybe I could
come to your place."

  I had pondered asking him to come but decided against it since I felt my
motives would be too obvious but here he was inviting himself!  I couldn't
believe my apparent good fortune.  He wanted to see me again knowing full
well we would be alone at my cottage!  If that wasn't enough he reached
down while he talked to me and scratched his nuts with one hand.  In so
doing he inadvertently or perhaps on purpose, lifted up his now almost
erect cock.  It was as if he was telling me that 'this will be ready for
you when I visit'.  It took all my concentration to maintain some semblance
of self composure.

  "Er....that.....that would be great!"  I stuttered.  With an incredible
burst of willpower I was able to say my goodbyes to all three boys and turn
away.  I stumbled down the path in a daze, my head full of visions of
Jason.  I lasted no more than fifty feet before I had to extract my cock
and ejaculate on the spot.  I spilled my seed once more in the canoe and
again in the shower back at the cottage.  Visions danced in my head for
hours that night before I was finally able to close my eyes.