Date: Tue, 8 Jun 2010 19:45:55 -0500
From: Michael Tull <obiwankenokie@gmail.com>
Subject: A float trip- gay camping high school

This is a story inspired by true events but is mostly fictional.  Names
have been changed but not locations.  The boys in this story know who they
are.  This story depects sex between two young men.  If that is offensive
or not legal in your area you shouldn't be reading this.

Stephen and I were best friends.

We met in 1985 when He was a Junior and I was a Senior in the wealthy
suburban high school we attended. We shared interest in literature,
theater, movies, and music.  We were both bookish guys, arty you might say.
We were in AP English together.  He was a poet and wrote profound lyrics.
I was an actor and often gave voice to his verse. He was obsessed with
Annie Lennox, and Cats.

From graduation night till the day I left for college we were inseparable.
We went to movies and sat through performances both good and bad by the
local Shakespeare company.  We shared books and discussed them at length at
the diner near his house.  We played games and visited members of his
family in various towns around the state.  Looking back we were courting, I
guess, but neither of us saw it that way then.  We were just friends.

Toward the end of the school year in the spring of '86 he invited me to go
with him, and the rest of his AP class, to attend a book signing of one of
our English teacher's friends.  It was in a small tourist town, Eureka
Springs, Arkansas.  The town was called "romantic" by travel agents and
most of it's older Victorian homes had been converted into Bed and
Breakfasts catering to honeymooners and couples celebrating anniversary's.

The class opted to caravan together rather than rent a large van so Stephen
volunteered to drive the two of us the 3 hour drive to the resort town.
Stephen's truck was great.  It was an early 50's pickup with manual
transmission in the steering column; which, though I tried, I could never
quite get a hang of driving.  The drive up was simple, we sang along with
the radio and joked about the sights along the old state highways we choose
to travel.

The book signing was uneventful, the author, a very old man, read a page or
two of his book and we clapped politely.  We all purchased a copy of his
book which he signed.  After it was over we had nothing scheduled to do so
we were on our own.  Several of us decided to walk around town to find some
weird little cafe or something. As we walked I noticed something pinned to
a wooden telephone pole a cartoonish picture of a man with his oversized
cock in his hand advertising a club.  It looked like the cartoons that I
had seen in some of the "Adult Comics" that I had seen before.  My heart
skipped a beat, I tore it from the wall to share it with my gang of
friends.

"Hey, Maybe we should go here for dinner" I said passing the handbill
around my friends.  In retrospect I think I wanted to see what Stephen
would say.

"I don't think all of us would like the entertainment," Robert said.
Stephen said nothing although he did look at it for a bit longer than some
of the other guys in the group.  After the picture came back to me I folded
it and tucked it in to my newly signed book.

"I just don't want to litter." I told my friends.

"Sure," Robert said, "you just want it for masturbation fodder later."

The small town held little appeal for a group of teenagers and we slowly
dispersed and most of our friends went home.

"My parents brought my brothers and I up here last year.  It's not a bad
little town, really."  Stephen said.

"It seems pretty cool really, not much to do right now though." I said.

"True, I don't really want to drive all the way back, what do you think
about camping?"

"That sounds great." I said excitedly.  I was excited too, this was
starting to sound like one of those Penthouse letters or something.

We joked around about stuff as we drove to the campsite.  It was at the
base of a hydroelectric dam.  There was a slight hum from the generators
and the water in the river was warm making the river basin white with a
thick blanket of heavy fog.  It looked exactly like a fog machine we used
for the school play.

"This park is cool" he said.  "The river comes off the lake and then
travels north about a mile before switching back on itself.  My dad says
this is one of the only places you could do a float trip for a couple of
hours where you can end up where you started."

"That's cool," I said.  I had only done one float trip down a river and
that wasn't much fun, but then this float trip might be different. "You
wanna go down the river?"

"It's a little late tonight, its getting dark but I have a couple of tubes
we could go tomorrow before we drive home." Stephen said.  was that a
twinkle in his eye? Was he thinking what I was thinking?

We found a campsite and parked next to a grill and a picnic bench.  We had
some sandwich stuff so we ate a cold dinner and watched the stars come out.
It was fully dark when I realized that we never pitched a tent.

"Don't have one," Stephen said, "I have an insect net for the bed of my
truck that we can use."  The netting popped up in a few minutes and then we
blew up an air mattress to lay on the bed of the truck.  We went under the
netting soon after putting everything up because the bugs started
attacking, but once under the fabric I was amazed to discover that I didn't
even notice it.  I looked up in to the dark rural sky and found it
resplendent with stars.  It wasn't until that night that I realized why the
milky way was called that.  We were quiet as we both studied the sky above
us, lost in our own thoughts.  I wanted to talk but I didn't want to break
the spell that the night sky had cast.  In the distance I could hear music,
some guy trying to impress his girlfriend playing the guitar.  He was
good. It was a nice complement to the night.

"Do you know the constellations?" I asked to no reply.  Stephen had fallen
asleep.  The newly risen full moon bathed him in soft white.  I studied
him.  The slope of his nose and the way it attached to his brow.  His slack
mouth slightly open framed by slightly chapped lips.  I had never noticed
his Adams apple before, but as I looked it was prominent and powerful.  As
the moon rose, more of Stephen was revealed.  The stubble on his cheeks,
the fine lines in his brow and around his nose sweeping like lazy rivers.
Poems exulted the curves of a woman but they could have easily been about
the sweeping vista of this mans nostril.  I watched his chest raise with
his breath. My breath quickened when I noticed that his t-shirt had shifted
and exposed a dark haired treasure trail under his belly button. His shorts
rode low on his hips, just exposing the cradle of his hip bones exposing
the tantalizing cavern between his skin and the fabric of his shorts.  I
lamented that I didn't suggest that we undress a little before going to
sleep. His legs and feet were exposed.  we had always joked that his feet
were huge and what that might mean.  Perhaps i would know soon.  Anyway I
admired the ligaments drawing lines from his toes to his ankle. I liked his
strong man hands and feet.  Veins rose like mountain ranges over the
tendons and they looked like they could act as vice grips.  It felt like
hours that I stared at my friend with the stars, moon and neighboring
guitarist filling the ambiance.  I was not hard, but I was wet with pre-cum
and very much in lust.  I carefully left the safety of the bed of his truck
and released my tension onto the ground below the truck.

As I crawled back into the truck he said, "Where did you go?"

"I had to pee." i said.  I noticed that in my absence he had unbuttoned his
shorts and while they were still on, they were fully open showing his white
BVD's underneath. 'What did I miss' I mused to myself.  I lay down and
closed my eyes.  Sleep came quickly.

When you are sleeping in the back of a pickup truck it is hard to sleep
much past dawn, even so Stephen was awake before me.  He was just returning
with a arm full of junk food from a vending machine as I opened my eyes and
stretched into life.

"No coffee this morning, have a Coke though." he said brightly.

"Coke is better anyway." I said "Mmm Twinkies and Coke, breakfast of
champions huh."

"well that is what happens when you don't really plan anything."

"I suppose."

"You still wanna do the river?" Stephen asked.

"You?" I said, he just raised his eyebrows so I continued. "Sure, sounds
like fun."

"Ok, I've only got one inner-tube but it is a really big one.  Both my
brothers and I used it together last time.  After you are done eating, take
the insect netting and tie the corners like a do-rag. "  Easy enough I
thought. He blew up the inner-tube with an air compressor he kept in his
truck in case one of his tires went flat.

"Geeze that is huge." I said as I looked at the 6 foot diameter inner-tube.

"It was for a tractor my grandparents used to have." Stephen said.  The
"do-rag insect net" fit perfectly and our Huck Finn craft was ready to
sail.

"We don't have a change of clothes," I said. "It's going to be a long trip
home if we are all wet."

"No worries mate," he quipped "there isn't many people here and I don't
mind just wearing my underwear for the river."

"Ok we can dress 'Commando' when we get back to the car." I said.

We giggled as we undressed, once in our tighty-whities we ran to the waters
edge like children.  Stephen held the inner-tube and I had the bag of sodas
and the rest of the junk food Stephen scored for breakfast.  We waded out
to the center of the river and crawled up into our raft still giggling
about running across the river in our skives.  We laughed louder when we
realized that white underwear is much like white t-shirts when wet.  That
is to say that they were fully transparent.

"well if we had secrets before..." I said.  and we both laughed again.  We
sat across from each other my feet next to his head and vice versa. "you
wanna soda?" I asked.  I looked into his eyes and they sparkled.  I had
looked into his eyes before but this was the first time I noticed that they
were such a brilliant hazel, sparkling light brown like one of those 'fools
gold' rocks they sell at truck stops.

"Yes, thanks" he said leaning forward to take the soda.  I wish I had a
pair of sunglasses, I wanted to check him out.  He looked away from me as
if to give me permission.  He wasn't a body builder, just a normal fit kid.
He had very little hair on his chest, just a light dusting above his
nipples and a clump in between with a well defined trail from his chest to
his belly and below.  His soaked underwear obscured a view of his dick.  It
was bright white compared to the dark bush below it.  My dick stirred as I
looked at him and I looked away in an effort to somehow control the
erection that was already on its way.

"don't worry about it." he said. "It just means your healthy, when my
brothers and I raft the river together like this we all get boners."  I
looked into his face and was immediately confused.  Was he just being a
platonic brother figure or was there a glint of something else?  As if to
answer my thoughts he said, "Last time Jimmy and I used this tube in
Grandma's pool we took care of it together."  Jimmy was Stephen's 14 year
old brother, the image of what he just said completed my erection.  while I
watched him his hand reached his wet briefs and fondled his nut sack, he
sighed and moved slightly and our hips touched electrically.

I didn't feel an urge to touch my dick, I knew what it felt like, what I
wanted was to touch him and have him touch me.  What I wanted was to move
our legs so we could grind our ball sacks together and make our dicks one
tingling pleasure pole.  what I wanted was to flip around and engulf his
hot cock and have it explode down my throat.  I wanted him so much at that
moment.  I wanted to be inside him and for him to be inside me. I wanted to
become a single organism with him.

While my mind raced my right hand touched his and began followed his
movement feeling his nuts and the base of his cock.  At the time I had very
little to reference but his cock felt huge.  In my hand it felt like a
glass coke bottle, flared in the middle and tapered to the end. I wasn't
satisfied with feeling his cock through the translucent fabric of his
briefs, I wanted to touch his skin, I needed to touch his skin.  I fished
my hand through the leg of his briefs and felt the scratchy moss of his
pubic hair.  My fingertips touched the warmth of his dick and I could feel
the loose skin move as I pushed my hand further into his briefs. I lost
myself in this unexpected experience.  I felt his hand suddenly grip my
dick and a shock of erotic pleasure shot through me.  It was as if it had
never been touched before this day.  I opened my eyes and saw that Stephens
eyes were closed and a look of intense pleasurable concentration. As if he
could feel my stare he opened his eyes and my blue eyes connected to his
hazel eyes in a way that I never considered before.  it was as if an
electric bond occurred at that moment.  I felt electrically alive and
contentedly safe at that moment.

"Do this," he said.  He moved his leg so it straddled mine and I did the
same.  His left leg was over my right and my left leg crossed over his
right.  Our balls were pressed against each other, our cocks felt as if
they came from the same root. I could feel his heart beating on my taint.
We were still wearing our underwear but we had both stretched out the
fabric of one leg that fishing our poles out was no problem.  for the first
time in my life my sex touched someonelse. It was magic.

His hand reached down and wrapped around both of us, barely.  I reached
down and followed his lead and grabbed us both.  Our right hands were
clasped as if in a sexual handshake.  The head of my cut cock glistened
with an unusual amount of precum, with each pump of our clasped hands more
of my juice lubricated our joint effort.  His cock too began to ooze and
soon our joint pre-spunk coated our palms and shafts.  the feeling was
incredible.  I began to involuntarily grind my hips and pelvis into his, as
if on cue he started at the same time.  we were in auto pilot and would not
have been able to stop if we wanted to.  I felt his hand grip us tighter
and my body slammed his a bit harder.  Our breathing synced.  I felt my
orgasm begin in my toes and knees and I could feel my body tighten.
Stephens did the same and as his hand gripped our dicks harder just as I
began to shoot.  I could feel my prostate collapsing.  I opened my eyes and
saw jets of white cum splashing down on me and Stephen at the same time.
Our juice intermingled as our legs and balls. We stopped moving.  We were
breathing fully, to the very edge of our capacity.  We both relaxed our
grip and we drifted to that place that is like a conscious sleep.  He moved
first.  He rolled away and slipped into the water of the river.  I didn't
move, I didn't want to have the moment we had to end. but it was inevitable
and obvious that it had.  Stephen reappeared over the side of the tube and
said, "Go wash up." It was neither a command or a request, just a statement
of what the obvious next step was.  I rolled over into the river and
allowed the river water to erase the spunk from my belly hair, and I tucked
my penis away into my briefs I reappeared near the tube, Stephen had waited
for me to come back before attempting to get into the tube.  We pulled up
into the tube together as we did before and were again facing each other.
I looked around at the trees that overhung the river.  The banks of the
river were choked with trees and bushes. I wondered if anyone saw us from
the banks of the river.  As if to answer my thoughts Stephen said, "It's
all just farmland around here and outside of the start and finish point
very few people come to the river."  I didn't know if I was relieved or
disappointed.  Our solitude meant that we had deniability.

It seemed no time until we were near the end of the river ride.

"Hey man," Stephen said jovially.  "We are home."  with that he smacked me
on the thigh and he rolled over into the water. I followed suit and we
dragged the tube out of the water.  I suddenly remembered how transparent
our breifs were and I giggled as I mentioned it.

"The truck isn't far," Stephen laughed "we can just make a run for it" and
we did.  He was right the truck was just a few feet away I jumped into the
cab as he pushed the tube into the bed of the truck and there we were
sitting in wet underwear on a vinyl seat.

"Did we get everything?" Stephen asked.

"Sure, I guess." I said.  He started up the old blue truck and we lumbered
toward the two lane highway that would take us home.  We sat in silence for
a while.

"this wet underwear is a little uncomfortable," I said.

"I was thinking the same thing." he said. "Take em off and we can hook them
outside the truck to get them dry.  we can get dressed after that."

you didn't have to tell me twice to get naked so I hooked the band in my
thumbs and slipped my briefs off.

"Hook them over the mirror, they will get dry really quick that way" he
said.

I did as he said then asked, "You need help with yours?"  It was an
innocent question really.

"Sure" he said in a voice equally innocent.  I turned in the seat, it was a
very open area, the gear shift in the steering column and the dash board
held nothing.  I had both of my hands on underwear band before I realized
the implication of my location.  I pulled off his shorts and before me was
his coke bottle cock ready to be uncorked again.  I didn't look into
Stephens face, I simply looked at his cock as I leaned forward. the cab was
so big that I was able to kneel on the floor between the seats and take
Stephens cock in my mouth almost from the front.  I moved his right knee
and suggested that he gas with his left foot. I was soon lost in the act of
swallowing his 17 year old dick and playing with his balls that I have no
idea if we were moving or not.  His cock was like velvet on my lips.  A
vein snaked up the shaft and I felt it slip past my lips as I bobbed my
head up and down in his crotch.  It didn't take long to be able to coax
Stephen into spilling his seed into my throat. I sucked his dick dry
savoring the flavor of the first spunk other than my own that I had ever
tasted.

When I was done my dick was hard enough to chisel stone and it stuck
straight out when I sat back into my seat.  The truck was on the side of
the highway, Stephen pulled off the road to avoid driving into a tree I
assume.  He stared at my bright red dick and dove down on me.  I had never
been inside another person, mouth or anything else before and the feeling
of his tongue and the wetness was more than I could handle.  It was only
minutes before I exploded into his mouth.  He sat up and smiled as he wiped
his chin. But the smile in his eye was short lived.  I looked around
thinking someone was behind us but there was no one.  I realized that he
saw the clock and he knew it was time to get back home.  The magic of the
last 24 hours was not strong enough to keep the real world at bay.  I took
his underwear and hung it on the mirror next to mine and we started off
down the road.  We chatted like friends as each mile seemed to erase some
of what had happened. This morning I was in love and would have given him
every part of me.  By this afternoon we were pledged to a lifetime
together. but now we were quickly loosing the glow and returning to
friends.  We reached the outskirts of town and Stephen pulled off the
highway into an unused rest stop.  Silently I handed him his underwear as
he handed me my clothes and we dressed. We dressed but didn't speak for the
remainder of the way home.

I wanted to speak, to say something but somehow I was unable to profess my
love for him, and my desire that we not return to the world in which we
lived.  The intolerance of preachers and the regulations of parents.  I
couldn't imagine trying to erase this weekend but yet it seemed that I
would have to do so.

We rolled up in front of my house and I crawled out of the car, wanting
desperately to say something other than.  "See you." but those words were
all that would come out.  It would be six months before I saw Stephen
again.  He didn't return calls, he didn't answer the door.  I had
disappeared from his world.

We did get back together after he graduated and spent a year at college.
But that is another story for another day.