Date: Wed, 7 Apr 2004 02:15:38 -0400
From: Matt Holmes <ispamforfood@cox.net>
Subject: Boundary Waters Canoe Trip 3

	Following our most wonderful night in the cabin, it was the day we
were to shove off and begin our journey through the many lakes and rivers
Minnesota had to offer.  After we got out of bed, dressed and packed our
gear, and ate breakfast it was almost time to leave.

	The outfitters supplied us with all the food, utensils, supplies
and accessories we would need on our trip.  The only items us boys were
required to bring were clothes, bedding, and personal items.  Once the bags
were out, some were designated for food, others for equipment, and the rest
for our stuff.  Each leader would go through our belongings with us to make
sure no one had any unnecessary items which would collectively make our
bags heavier and ultimately cause more work for us boys, who would be
repeatedly lugging them to and from the canoes multiple times daily.

	Once the gear was set, we headed down to the canoe equipment
storage shed.  Each boy grabbed a paddle that was of appropriate length and
a life preserver.  While the outfitter staff put the canoes to water, we
were busy deciding who was going to be canoeing with whom.  Nick and his
father would be in one, Jason with Mike, Tony with Travis, and Me with my
love, Chris.  Nolan was the pass-around boy, as there were an uneven number
of boys to work with the 2 per canoe rule.  Everyone was really excited as
we were on the brink of beginning our journey.

	Before we shoved off, the outfitters discussed with the group which
route we were going to take, and we decided to take the shorter route, but
spend a couple days in each area, so as to balance out the extra time we
had.

	After what seemed like forever, we finally were able to board our
canoes and begin our journey through the many lakes of the Boundary Waters,
named as such due to their close proximity to the boundary of Canada.

	I was so excited to be with my boy Chris that I didn't even notice
how much work it was to do all the paddling in lakes without a current.

We moved as a group steadily for a few miles until lunch time, where we
found a nice island in the lake to stop.  We boys were starving upon
arrival.  Even though it wasn't a full day's work, we weren't used to the
intense effort it took to propel our canoes through current-less waters.
We all docked our canoes and started handing out the sandwiches in an
orderly fashion, then proceeded to devour them in the most ill manner as we
could.

After that we decided to hang around for a while, the adults wanting to
give us boys a time to rejuvenate ourselves for the second half of the day.
After all the water and juice I drank in the morning, I was ready to let
loose all over the place, so I pulled Chris along with me.  As we headed in
the wilderness enough so we were out of earshot, I started the
conversation.

"Ugh, I can't stand staring at you all day without wanting to jump your
bones!" Chris comically shocked at my statement.  He pushed me against a
nearby tree, pinning my arms against it.

"Beat ya," he joked with a sly smile.  He brought his lips to mine and we
made out for a couple minutes, our hands roaming all over each other.  If
it was a cold afternoon, we had no way of knowing.  The heat of our passion
was so overwhelming that it could have been winter and we wouldn't have
noticed.

"Dude, I can't wait much longer," I stated desperately, "If I have to kick
everyone out of my tent to get you alone tonight, I will.  I want to make
love to you."

Chris' eyes watered, face blushed.  His emotions were overflowing and it
made it difficult to speak without his voice cracking.  "I love you so
much, Matt."

"I love you more," I joked.  He chuckled and I caught him off guard,
kissing him gently on the nose.  "You're right, I can't wait either."

Chris was wickedly surprised when I slowly slithered down his body to my
knees, gently unbuckling his belt and pants, dropping them to the floor.
Chris' hardness was pressing against his boxers, waiting for my oral
embrace.  I put my fingers between the fabric and slid them down to the
floor, leaving Chris exposed from the waist down.  I stared at his
beautiful organ, swelled and ready to burst.

I was so nervous I was sweating bullets.  Here was Chris, my one and only
love, in front of me, his hardness pulsing, begging to be relieved.  With a
quick movement of my lips I engulfed his 5 inch cock in my mouth, sucking
gently, rolling my tongue over his red mushroom-like head.

Chris was in utter bliss, moaning softly, pushing up his hips to meet my
mouth.  His wispy pubic hairs tickled my nose on each downward motion of my
head.  Chris gently held my head, caressing my soft hair.  He bit his lip
in anticipation as his impending orgasm began to build in his testicles.
With every motion of my mouth around his dick, every swirl of my tongue,
waves of pleasure swept over Chris' body.  I loved more than anything to
please this boy god in front of me.  Within another minute, Chris was
achingly close to orgasm.

"Matt...I'm gonna...I'm..." Chris moaned as he began releasing pre-orgasmic
fluid, which I lapped up with my tongue happily, using it to further
lubricate his rigid cock.  Chris began humping my face, moaning harder, as
I could tell he was on the edge of losing it.

With one final thrust of his hips, Chris moaned "umph" and released his
ejaculate in a most incredibly powerful and quantitative orgasm, several
jets of cum I could feel hitting the back of my throat, which I willingly
ate up.  I didn't think it was possible, but his ejaculate was even sweeter
than his saliva.  Once I tasted it, I knew there was no way I could ever
love anyone else.  Here Chris was, fulfilling my dream of finding love and
happiness.  There was no way I was going to let him go this time.  Not
then, not ever.  Oh yea, and we were SO not done playin' around today, not
by a long shot.

After Chris and I spent some time recovering from our little exercise, we
fixed ourselves back up and joined the group, who had finished eating and
were just milling about, talking and things.  Chris and I stayed pretty
close together, talking to Travis and Nolan, making jokes and playfully
punching each other as typical teenagers do.

We knew it was getting to be time to keep moving, so we helped the leaders
clean up all our food mess, packed up everything that needed packing, and
continued on down the river.  It was a couple hours before we reached what
would ultimately be our stopping point for the next two days.  We figured
that we could do day explorations around the lake from here, or just hang
out and play cards, do some swimming, or anything else that suited us.

It took about an hour and a half to set up all the tents, including the
dining fly, and stow our gear for the night.  After things were settled,
Gary directed a couple of the boys to begin preparing the dinner.  We were
surprised how amply portioned everything was. No scout or adult went hungry
that night.

Once done eating, we sat around the fire for a couple hours shooting the
shit.  Travis and Nolan decided they wanted to try taking a swim, so they
ran into their tents and changed quickly into their trunks, and returned
bare-chested and ready to make some waves.  Chris and I sat watching the
two foolhardy boys freeze their balls off in the cold water.  They were
visibly shaking but still insisted on having fun.  Travis' nipples looked
to be painfully erect, which is probably the opposite of what his young
penis was.  I can't imagine little Travis having fun being drowned in the
icy water.  I laughed at the thought.

Chris peered over at me.  "What's so funny?"

I returned his gaze, smiling back at him.  "Nothing." A wink was all it
took to put a smile on my lover's face.  "Wanna have some fun tonight?"

"Hell yeah," Chris bellowed in a comically deep voice.  He quickly shoved
me in the direction of our tent, to which I gladly navigated myself.  Once
the zipper of the tent was closed, Chris was all over me, kissing my neck,
rubbing my chest.  I hated to disconnect myself for the minuscule moments
it took to yank my shirt off and kick off my pants.

He then jumped me, sitting on my legs and pinning my arms back above my
head.  "It's MY turn to pin YOU." He continued his oral assault of my face
and neck for a minute, then slowly began working his way down my body with
his tongue, gently teasing one of my nipples.  He continued further,
probing my belly button, sanitizing it with his thick saliva.  I was more
than ready for what was next.  Gently he began undoing my button, sliding
the zipper of my pants down, then gently pulled them off each leg, at which
point he shifted to pleasuring my feet, licking each toe until it was
slippery with his juices.  I had no idea he could be this loving and
sensuous.  He licked his way up my legs; I shuddered as he stimulated my
inner thigh, and just before he reached my genitals, he switched to the
bottom of the other leg, where he continued bathing me with his tongue
bath.

I was squirming around, excited at the contact, my cock standing proud and
ready, balls hanging low and loose, little orbs filled with my seed.

"Oh god, Chris," I moaned, "I can't wait any longer." His tongue
stimulations were driving me mad, and I was even producing precum,
something I've never done when pleasuring myself.  At long last, he
attacked my cock and swallowed it all, working feverishly to get me off,
stimulating the head of my dick so much, I was on cloud nine.  He loved the
taste of my dick, I could tell.  Even he was moaning at this point.

Chris let my cock slip out of my mouth, then moved to my right testicle,
gently caressing it with his tongue, then taking the whole thing into his
mouth, sucking lightly, which brought on indescribable new sensations that
I will never forget.

Then, he went to my LEFT testicle.  I was producing so much precum that I
didn't know if I was even going to ejaculate at this point.  When he
thought he'd tortured me enough, and I assure you he did, he finally took
my aching penis into his mouth, sucking hard and bobbing up and down
rhythmically.  It only took about thirty seconds with his mouth stimulating
me that I could not hold it anymore.  The buildup started from the lowest
part of my testicles, built up through my organs, and at long last I was at
the point of no return.  My entire body shook as I reached orgasm, my body
was soaked with sweat, muscles twitching, and the pressure in my balls was
so achingly powerful that I could not hold it for more than a few seconds,
and with a yelp I exploded the most powerful and awesome orgasm I have ever
had in my life.  Six times I shot my seed into his mouth what must have
been the mother load, because Chris barely kept up, and even let a few
drops trickle down the side of his lips, which were curled up in a
satisfied smile, knowing that he caused such powerful feelings to erupt
from my body.  He brought his face up to mine and we kissed passionately.
I could still taste the leftover ejaculate that had collected in the corner
of his lip.

Chris broke the kiss, but stayed close to my face, staring straight into my
eyes.  "You taste like cherries..."

We burst out laughing at the same time.  I don't know why, but I guess
Chris was just trying to impress me more or something.

We decided to spend the rest of the evening in each others arms, in Chris'
oversized sleeping bag, not sure why he decided to bring THAT along...I
know I wasn't thinking that far ahead.  Luckily Chris was cleverer than I.
We snuggled up close and just lost ourselves in the moment.  Holding him
close to my naked body, sharing our body heat, as well as our love was a
very comforting experience.  Suddenly, I didn't feel as though any of the
problems I had in school in the past meant anything.  Right there, in that
moment, I was free from worry and stress.  Being wrapped around my love was
a completing social experience that would change my life from that moment
on.

We eventually fell asleep in that same position, content with each other's
presence to keep us warm and comfortable.  I didn't need to dream that
night, because my dreams had just come true before my very eyes.



I was the first to stir the next morning, finding my head still propped
lovingly over Chris' neck.  I could smell his scent, the sweet stench of an
active teenager.  Fortunately, despite our late night activities, my
muscles did feel rejuvenated, and I was ready to tackle another day of
canoeing with my love.

"Chris, wake up man"

"Five more minutes, mommy," Chris groaned.

Feeling insulted, I slapped him playfully in the belly, which caused him to
gasp suddenly, then we broke out in a fit of giggles, Chris pushing me back
in mock disgust.

"Go away," Chris ordered, "I do not wish to see your face today!"

"Well too bad," I spat back, "because you have to canoe with me all day
long."

"Psh, what ever!" Chris responded in an effeminate manner.  "Maybe I'll go
spend the day with Travis.  I'm sure we could cause some controversy."

I pushed him away and scoffed.  "If you do that, don't bother coming back
and begging to sleep with me ever again!"

Chris grinned slyly.  "Promise?"

"Ugh," I said frustrated with his sarcastic taunting, "get outta here!  Go
make me breakfast or something."

"Yeah," Chris responded, "cause THAT'S gonna happen!"

We broke out in laughter again, pushing each other around playfully until
we noticed that our activities were beginning to escalate beyond what we
had meant them to be.  Our teenage hormones were at it again, getting us
into trouble at all hours of the day.

"Okay, okay, that's enough," I had to stop the foreplay before it got any
worse.  "We need to talk today, after lunch, ok?"

"Alright babe," Chris responded, grinning goofily back at me.

"Breakfast is ready!" called Gary from the dining area.  Realizing we were
both starving, we threw on our clothes and made our way to the dining fly,
sitting down with our group of scouts and leaders, each engaged with their
own individual conversations with this boy or that.  Breakfast was
definitely better than expected, as the supplies given to us by the
outfitters were far above adequate, even considering the semi-generous
amount of money each boy had to pay to go on this weeklong trip.

As expected, we stayed around our home campsite, taking small canoeing
trips around the area, while leaving our equipment at our "home base." I
remember going out with Dr. Cross (Jason's dad) on a canoe to retrieve some
water.  Tim brought along with him a water purifier, as we couldn't very
well be toting large quantities around like camels.  We would paddle
ourselves out to the middle of the lake, sink a pail with a rope attached
to it until it reached the bottom, pull it up and then proceed to feed it
through the purifying apparatus.  This kind of intrigued me, as I couldn't
really understand how it all worked, but was happy it did, so as to prevent
any of us boys from getting sick and ruining the camping experience for
ourselves and others.

Once I returned from our water retrieval project, Chris confronted me with
a request to go off with Travis and Nolan for a little day trip.  I was a
little let down, as I really didn't want to be too far away from my
newfound love...EVER... But I knew it was important to him, so I agreed.
So, as the three havoc-wreaking preteens scurried off to do their thing, I
hung around with Gary and Gene by the fire, talking about whatever came up.

After the trio joined the rest of the troop for lunch, I feigned fatigue
and pulled Chris off with me to the tent.  Once we were secured inside the
tent, I plopped down on the ground, Chris gazing down at me.  I did my best
to look ill in order to gain his sympathies.

"What's wrong," he queried, obviously picking up on my attempt to steal his
attention.  "Are you sick?"

Now there's an interesting question.  "Yes.  I'm sick of being away from
you.  Kiss me."

"Well," he replied jokingly, "don't mind if I do." Chris brought his lips
to mine and we made out for a couple minutes before we had to come up from
air.  I didn't think it would ever be possible to be this much in love with
someone.  I wanted to share everything with him.  I couldn't wait for the
moment where we would lose our virginity together.  There was no one on
this earth whom deserved it more than my love.

"God, I wish we were home," I thought out loud.  "I want you so bad, but we
have to be careful.  I think Gene already kinda' knows about me.  I can
tell that he doesn't care, but we can't take any chances.  If that bible
toting bastard Chuck finds out, we'll both be on an express ticket home,
that's for sure.  That means I go back to Iowa, and you go back to
Arkansas."

"No way," Chris retorted, "I'd never let that happen.  I'll run away if I
have to.  I'll do whatever it takes to stay with you, Matt.  I love you so
much."

We embraced lovingly, I kissed his neck, and he grazed his fingers over my
chest, the fibers of my shirt tickling my skin as his fingers moved up and
down my belly.

"I love you, too Chris," I answered back.  "I thought I'd lost you two
years ago; thought I'd never see you again.  I want to shout out to the
world my love for you.  I know that its going to be hard for us, Chris, but
I think we can do it together."

"I'm not ready to come out yet," Chris stated.  "My dad would be
devastated.  We'd get kicked out of scouts for sure.  I want to so bad, but
I think we should take more time to strengthen our relationship first.  I
want us to be prepared for our coming out.  I know a lot of good websites
we can check out.  Hopefully I can find some places around Mason City when
we move out here in October."

Matt thought he had heard wrong.  "What did you say?"

Chris smiled broadly, then straightened his face out.  "Oh, you mean I
forgot to tell you?  Oh yeah, well The old man wants to return to Iowa cuz
the schools down in Arkansas suck, so We'll be checkin' out houses next
week, after we drive back to Mason."

"Shut up!" I said in astonishment.  "Dude, how could you hold that from
me?"

Chris gleamed with pride in his sneaky underhandedness.  "What can I say, I
love watching you squirm."

"Oh, you are so dead," I threatened.  Right then I tackled him, pinning him
to the ground, and paused for dramatic effect.  "Hmm...now that I've got
you trapped, what shall I do with you?  I know, lets see if you're still
ticklish." I began feverishly attacking his sides and underarms, sending
him into a fit of uncontrollable, child-like giggles.  "Now who's
squirming?"

"OK, OK I give, I give!" Chris conceded, at which point I stopped tickling
and laid on my back, being as calm as I was when we first sat down in the
tent.  "Sadist,"

"Yes, I'll have one order, please," I chided.  I grabbed my love in my arms
again, hugging his head to my shoulder.  "God, I love you."

"I love you more..."



* * * **



While we stayed back lazily from the group of canoes in front of us, doing
an evening run around the lake, I felt I needed to talk further about
keeping our secret during this trip.  We didn't need anyone gossiping
behind our back, or accusations thrown around, parents called, or items
thrown in our direction, so I suggested that we keep out displays of
affection limited to the confines of our own tent, which would cut down on
the chance of us getting caught.

Chris was in agreement, but I had a feeling he'd still try and get in what
action he could when no one was looking, and I was right.  That night,
during a campfire session, Travis, Nolan, and Mike were sitting across from
us, engaged in their own conversation, not really focused on anything else,
and they began creating a ruckus with pushing, shoving, and raised voices.
Ferd, the troop's resident social security leech, at like...i dunno 120
years old or something, walked over to them and started ranting and raving
about how he'd never be loud and disruptive when he was a kid, or something
equally lame.  The boys started arguing with the nearly extinct dinosaur
which threatened to break up the fun they were having.

At one point the boys were in a position which they were too centered on
the heated debate to notice, and Chris took a chance and pecked me on the
lips.  I gasped and looked in his direction.  He smiled his sly smile,
seeing his daring feat cause me to turn a deep shade of crimson in
embarrassment.  I playfully pushed him, then draped my right arm over his
shoulders, pulling him in close momentarily, then back to his upright
position.  I kept my arm there for a good 30 minutes, savoring the only
contact that I thought would go unnoticed in a group full of boys.
Luckily, no one asked why we seemed so close and mellow together. ...Blind
fools...

Soon enough it was time to head to bed.  The leaders shooed us back to our
tents while they continued talking by the fire.  Chris and I were more than
willing to get inside our tent, zip ourselves in his oversized sleeping
bag, and strip each other naked.

It's a good thing no one ever saw the inside of our tent, because I hadn't
touched my sleeping bag since we got there.  There were two pillows atop
Chris' bedding, something that definitely would have drawn questions.

As was no surprise to me, we were both painfully erect.  The heat we shared
in that sleeping bag helped arouse us further, and I pinned Chris down as I
had done before, kissing his neck and chest, then slowly began grinding my
hardness into his.  I began slow at first, and we began to pick up the pace
as Chris got into the rhythm.  It was an intense feeling of bliss, our
teenage organs stimulating each other simultaneously.  We were breathing
heavily, sweat dripping off my hair and onto Chris' face.  He licked my
salty fluids off his face, and continued picking up the pace of his
pumping, as did I, until we quickly began approaching the point of no
return.  I was feverishly humping my boy from above, as he complemented my
movements from below.  I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming, and
covered Chris' mouth just in case, as we could no longer hold it in, and
came at the same time, our seed mixing together between our sweaty bodies,
coating each other with thick ropes of fluid.

When the orgasm subsided, I collapsed to the side of Chris, draping my arm
over his chest, right leg intertwined with his.  We stayed there in silence
as I drew small circles around his chest with my fingertips.  I figured now
that we were calmed down and alone, we should start to get to know each
other's stories.

Keeping my eyes on his chest, I started.  "So, when did you know that you
were...gay?"

Chris reflected a moment before he spoke softly.  "'Bout six months before
you came to Iowa.  I really didn't know what to do about it.  I felt weird
starting a conversation with someone `hey, you wanna mess around?' I didn't
want to get my ass kicked.  I had a couple online friends I came out to,
and they've been pretty cool.  They helped me decide that even though I
wasn't sure, I had to be honest with you.  I have missed you ever since I
left here two years ago.  I was too damn chicken to say anything."

"Dude, it's alright," I comforted him.  "I did the same thing.  Wow, I
can't believe you waited two years for me."

"Didn't have much choice," Chris admitted.  "No one likes me down there.
They're always pushin' me around, calling me a fag and a pussy." He paused
to let a tear drop.  "Why do we have to be like this, man?"

"I don't know, Chris." I hugged him close.  After a pause I started telling
my story.  "I first started messing around with my cousin Phil when I was
ten, just normal boy experimentation, except I never grew out of it." I
stopped momentarily, hearing a stir from outside.  "Did you hear
something?" I stuck my head outside the flap of the tent and found an empty
campground.  I guess my paranoia was on high, due to the private nature of
our conversation.  I returned to our conversation promptly.  "The term gay
started hitting home in sixth and seventh grade.  I just didn't like girls.
Boys were so much cuter to me.  And when I joined up with your troop in
Mason, I knew what I wanted for sure.  I've loved you since the moment we
met.  You're my one and only, Chris."

Chris became teary eyed, silver droplets of water cascading off his face.
My lover was moved by my admission, so much so that his emotions were
forced to flow out his body in the only way it knew how.

"Matt," Chris responded, "you're the only one I want in this whole world."

We embraced lovingly, and stayed cuddled together through the night,
sharing our heat, our presence, our strength and love with each other.
There was no way I would ever let Chris go.  My soul was his and his mine.
We were partners in a long journey that was just beginning, outcome
unknown, but with faith that God would carry us through it until we found
true happiness and acceptance.