Date: Tue, 18 Apr 2006 21:24:49 -0400
From: BWCTwriter <bwctadmin@cox.net>
Subject: Love Transcending Ch 1

Love Transcending, Ch 1

AKA Boundary Waters Canoe Trip- Uncensored Version

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living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

This story involves sex between underage boys.  If you are under the age
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are otherwise prohibited to do so, read no further.

Update 4/16/06: I know it's been forever since BWCT was updated, so I'm
re-posting the original 7 chapters to allow you to re-acquaint yourselves
with the story.  Also, I've renamed the story to the above title, as it
is more inspiring to me than the former.  That's all for now.

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As my parents drove me to a new Boy Scout troop that night, I didn't know
how I was going to like it.  I was nervous and jittery.  I had
butterflies in my stomach.  To be honest, I didn't think this troop would
be able to top the one I was coming out of.

Let me rewind a little bit.  I had been informed in the late summer of
'94, or rather I overheard my parents talking, about my father being
transferred to Iowa.  The prospect of moving sounded very intriguing to
me.  My life in New Jersey was hell from moment one, and lasted five long
years, and the end was finally in sight.  I was all for the move, as I
had no friends, no real life to tie me down.  But of course, that all
meant leaving my troop, the one thing I knew I'd miss.

We had a blast every night we met, and on camping trips and summer camp.
The kids were pretty off the wall: some were amateur comics, some trouble
makers, and some nerds.  Guess which category I fell into.  Yep, I was a
bit of a nerd.  I didn't really care though.  We had some fun times, and
I was just then coming into my feelings toward other boys.  I knew I
would miss some, but I looked to the future with optimism that this move
would ultimately be for the good.

Many preparations were made in the months that followed.  We flew out to
Iowa to get a look at houses out there.  We saw a few but were not
impressed, until we gazed upon a 1-story ranch with a lot of potential.
The entire family was impressed with the plot.  The house was small, but
it sat on an overly large piece of land considering the size of the
house.  There was a huge front yard and an even larger back yard, with a
stream 50 yards down signaling the end of the property.  I immediately
staked out my property: the largest bedroom in the house was a boys
bedroom, with built in desks and bulletin boards.  It was a little
pre-teeny but I knew that I could make it my own with a little work.  My
brother and sister also staked their claim on other rooms of the house,
my sister figuring how much room she had to stow her junk, my brother
looking for ways to hide his smoking, drinking, and drug use in the
basement bedroom.

As if my parents had any choice, they decided to purchase the house, and
began the long and tiresome process of setting up a mortgage and the
like.  The weeks seemed to drag on for me, as I was more than tired of
living in New Jersey, and very eager to get a change of environment.  We
set our moving date to the first week in November, 1994.  That meant,
unfortunately, that my seventh grade year would be broken almost in half
at two different schools.

And so began another hellish few months at Hammonton Middle school in
wonderful Hammonton, New Jersey.  It was pretty rough for me, emotionally
and physically.  As I started breaking the news to what FEW friends I had
there, word spread around and almost every one of the bullies in my grade
made sure to give me my share of harassment before I left for good.  I
was being constantly called a fag, a loser, and other equally vulgar
epithets.  Being pushed into lockers was a daily occurrence at that
point.  I even got so upset at one point with something one of my enemies
did to me that I tried to fight back, and got sent to detention the last
week that I was to attend Hammonton Hell School.  I remember spending
those boring days sitting there watching the clock tick ever so slowly,
eagerly awaiting my last day.  I suppose it was just as well, that was
three days less that I would be available to the school bullies for more
torture.

As the bell rang on the final day in school, signaling my release from
detention 101, I rushed home and started helping make sure all my stuff
was properly packed, checking if I left anything behind, and learning
about the route we would be taking from there to our new home in Iowa.

When it was time to shove off, we secured all that was of our belongings
after the movers had finished packing up the house, and slept at the
Holiday Inn, deciding to begin our trek in the morning.  That was one
thing I loved about traveling: the hotels.  Nothing was more exciting
than spending time playing around in the pool, relaxing in a hot tub, or
lazing around in the sauna.  We had out share of good hotels in the five
days it took to drive to Iowa.  Family travel always takes twice as long
as normal, but I know I enjoyed the extra time relaxing, imagining what
my new life would be like in Iowa.

Upon arrival on Wednesday at our new home in Mason City, we immediately
began unpacking the boxes which were brought in by the Mayflower Movers,
deciding where was a good place for this, where I would put that, and
deciding how I wanted my living space to communicate to me.  I loved
having almost two weeks off from school in this whole "settling in"
process.  There's nothing like an unscheduled vacation to revitalize the
spirit.

On Friday of the same week, my mother reluctantly informed us kids that
it was time to go look for a school to lock us into during the day, so I
went with my mother to Roosevelt Middle school in the most embarrassing
vehicle known to man: the station wagon....WHITE, no less!  Talk about
social suicide!  Anyway, my brother Douglas Jr (17) and sister, Janelle
(15) made their way to Mason City High in my father's  beloved '87
Camaro.....Lucky bastards.

The weeks went on, and once we were settled, my father began inquiring
about Boy Scout troops in the area.  It was recommended by people he know
that I might like troop 41.  They were a smaller group, which can be bad
in terms of its exposure to more boys, but good in the fact that the
leaders could give more personal attention to each scout.  I really
didn't get a good impression from them in the beginning.  The troop met
at the Knights of Columbus building, in the lounge area actually.  The
scoutmaster was a man named Gary.  He was a little less than middle aged,
with brown hair and a mustache.  He was a goofy guy at times.  His son,
Chris, was a member of the troop, but I'll get to him in a little bit.
There were just a few boys; I'm probably not going to do them justice by
forgetting someone:

There was Jason, the brain.  He was a big time geek back then, complete
with frizzy hair and a geeky voice, but he was cool to listen to and have
around.

Travis.....Wow, what can I say.....He was a preteen God.  Slim body,
quite tall (don't ask for numbers, man), beautiful face and glasses that
added intelligence to his handsome mug.  You can bet me eyes followed him
around a lot.

Nate was the clown.  He was a short boy, with brown curly hair, with a
medium complexion, one consistent with his Latin heritage.  He was very
amusing, and fun to be around.  Nate and I spent a lot of time joking
around at the meetings, which we knew we shouldn't have been doing, but
that never stopped us.   His father, Tony, was an assistant scoutmaster
in the troop.  I liked him a lot.  He was a very nice man, and fun to
joke around with.

Then there was Nick: Son of a preacher man. Yep.  He was quite a large
lad, though quiet and soft spoken.  He was very intelligent and witty at
times.  He wore thick glasses with quite a cheap and ugly frame, if I may
say so myself, as it is my story after all....

And how could I forget Chris?  I was saving the best for last, you see.
Chris was a very handsome boy; I believe he was around 12 or 13 at the
time.  He still had yet to hit his growth spurt, so he was quite immature
physically.  He still retained his adolescent frame, had a little bit of
baby fat left.  It didn't matter though.  In my eyes, he was delicious.
Everything about him was perfect.  I spent many a days checking him out,
wishing silently that he and I could get into some trouble together.


It must have only been a few months that Gary ran the troop, which was
not going well overall.  The guy tried his best, and we did do some cool
stuff, but it still was never a great troop.  He ran the troop for an
indeterminate amount of time before I arrived, and continued to do so
through summer camp.

It was at summer camp, I found out, that Gary and Chris would be moving
to Arkansas at the end of the summer.  I was very saddened to see Gary, a
(mediocre) scoutmaster, and my crush Christopher, leave my life for what
I thought would be forever.  Oh how I wished I could have kissed his
cherry lips just once, taste his sweet breath, run my hands along his
smooth body....  But, I soon realized it was not meant to be.

On the last night of camp, we had a traditional camp wide bonfire,
complete with comedy skits and classic camp songs.  It was a most
enjoyable occasion for all who participated, as well as those being
entertained.  ALMOST everyone went back to their camp happy that night.
I could tell that Chris was saddened that his life would soon be
disrupted, his friends left behind, and he would have to begin his new
life in Arkansas.  I caught up with him as we were entering our
campsite.  Now, I'm not the bravest person in the world, but I needed to
say goodbye, and do what I could to comfort the boy that I developed my
first crush on.  "Hey Chris, you wanna camp in with me tonight?"

A gloomy Chris soon lit up with joy.  "Sure!"

I led him to my tent, which, lucky for me, held a vacancy.  He trudged
into the tent with his sleeping bag slung over one shoulder, dragging
along the ground as he walked, and a gym bag with his clothes.

"Make yourself at home," I welcomed my guest.

"Thanks," he replied.

There was a moment of awkward silence between us.  Neither of us knew
where to take the rest of the night.  Well, I did, but I wasn't sure
Chris would go for something THAT x-rated.

"So...." Chris sighed.  "What you wanna do?"

"Well, first thing's first.  I'm sweating like a pig in these
clothes."  I began to undo my shoes one by one, throwing them in the
corner of the tent, and then stripping off my rank smelling socks and
throwing them in a bag.  Chris followed suit.  I continued ripping off my
outerwear until I was in just an undershirt and boxers.  I didn't
normally wear boxers, however it is a bit embarrassing wearing underwear
that leaves nothing to the imagination, especially at my insecure age of
fourteen.

Chris took more time getting undressed, as he was even more sheepish than
I, if that was even possible.  He finally lifted his shirt over his head,
and I got the first close-up of his upper body ever.  He still carried a
bit of baby fat, kind of stocky.  I was always like that, and am even the
same today, almost ten years later.  Well, its not baby fat anymore.
Anyway.....His pink nipples were erect, probably due to the cold night I
thought....nah....  He looked away from my face as he quickly removed his
pants and slipped under his sleeping bag.  DRAT!

"So, wanna play a game?" I suggested.

"Nah, I'm not feelin' too well," Chris shrugged.  He was such a gloomy
Gus it was breaking my heart.

I have always been a good-natured person, and it was tearing me up to see
him like that.  "Don't worry, Chris.  You'll make new friends down in
Arkansas."

"It's not the same!" he exclaimed.  His face was flushed and his eyes
watering.  "I don't want to leave!  It's not fair."

"I know bud," I attempted to console my friend.  "Please don't
cry."  I dug up some courage and brought my hand to his soft cheek,
wiping away the tear with my thumb.

Chris was a bit startled by the contact, then his face softened from fear
to relief.  He lurched forward and wrapped his arms around my shoulders,
pulling me tight into him as he cried.  I whispered soothing words to him
as he cried himself out.

After a few minutes, we separated, then quietly lay down in our sleeping
bags, facing each other.  We were ENTIRELY too close for two boys to be
on a hot summer night.  Our faces were inches apart.  I began to feel
like this was my only chance; my one defining moment.  I needed it, and I
thought he did too.  I reached my hand over to his face, softly caressing
his cheek.  His eyes were alive with a sparkle I had never seen before.
Gently, I pulled his face closer and closer to me, until we were a mere
quarter of an inch apart.  I felt his breath on my lips, the heat from
his body made me tingle all over.  The stiffness in my pants began to
make itself known as hormones began surging through my body at incredible
rates.  I took a deep breath and brought my lips to his, closing my eyes
and feeling myself become one with the boy that I loved so much.  The
kiss seemed to last hours.  The taste of his lips was delicious, but it
wasn't enough.  I wanted more.  Suddenly, I rolled towards him, forcing
him down onto his back, pulling myself on top of him.  We never left eye
contact the entire time.

Chris was in shock.  He had no idea what was going on.  He was hypnotized
by the awesome feeling of this new intimacy we shared together.  I could
feel his hardness pressing against mine as I paused momentarily, then
locked lips once again.

Chris was tight lipped when the first kiss came about.  This time though,
he was ready to receive it.  His lips softened, and he opened his mouth
slightly.  For the first time I got a taste of his sweet candy breath,
his tongue brushing against mine.  He moaned softly when he came up for
air.

We kissed for about ten minutes when I broke the kiss and looked into
Chris' eyes again.  In just that short moment, they had gone from a
depressing gray, to a most wondrous shade of blue.

"Matt," Chris began, "that was...  The most awesome kiss ever."

"I was so afraid," I responded, "that you wouldn't like it, but I just
had to.  I love you so much.  I have since the day I first met you.  I'm
gonna miss you so much."

"I don't want to leave you," Chris stated.  "I have never felt this
way about anyone before."

"Neither have I," I answered back.   "Let's not think about
tomorrow.  At least we have tonight."

 I leaned back down and resumed kissing my newfound love.  Our passion
was intense, for I knew this night would have to be enough to last me the
rest of my life.   Lightning does not strike twice, and true love comes
along just as often.  Maybe one day, I thought, we would be together
again.

I began softly grinding my crotch into his, to which Chris responded in
kind.  My mind was reeling.  I couldn't believe this was happening right
then.  Here was the boy I loved, in my arms, returning the affection I
was giving him.  Soon our soft grinding began to pick up the pace, but I
knew this was neither the time, nor the place.  Many pairs of ears around
the campsite would soon know what was going on, had we continued.

"Chris, we should slow down."

He began to pout.  "I don't wanna."

"I know Chris," I replied.  "God, do I know.  I just.....I don't think
I could go any further with you and be able to live with myself.  I miss
you already, and you're not even gone yet.  If I took you further down
that path, I couldn't bear to see you go.  Its breaking my heart
already.  Maybe someday we'll get to see each other again."

"I hope so," Chris wished.  "I wish that you could come with me."

"I know," I responded.  My heart felt as if it had been ripped from my
chest, for that was what would be happening to me the following day, when
Chris and his father would get in their car and drive out of my life
forever.  I couldn't take the unpleasant thoughts in my head any
longer.  I was determined to push them out of my head and just enjoy the
moment.  "Let's just lay here together for a while."   And we did just
that.  For the remainder of the night, we remained locked in each others
arms, attempting to defy sleep, so that we could both cherish every last
moment we had together.  .

With my last waking breath that night, I decreed: "I love you so much,
Chris.  I don't care what it takes, some day we'll be back together
again."

We fell asleep in each others arms that night, the passion of the night
wearing on our young, adolescent bodies.  It was the most intimate
experience of my young life, and I will cherish it forever.

The following morning, I woke, with my love still in my arms, I spooned
behind him, my morning erection poking his thigh a little.  The warmth of
the moment was sensuous.  If only we could have stayed in bed.  But, I
knew it was time to get going.  "Chris," I gently nudged my love.
"Wake up."

"Mmmm......too early...." He mumbled.

I thought to myself, `I know what'll get him out of bed in a hurry.'
I then pounced on his torso, pinning his arms back on the floor, my
erection now pressing into his abdomen.  He was now fully awake, his
liquid blue eyes now alive with spark and color again.  "Hey there
sleepy head, you wanna take a shower?"

Chris' face lit up with happiness, and he grabbed the back of my head,
forcing my face to meet his in a passionate, loving kiss.  He broke the
kiss, after first retrieving his tongue from the back of my throat, and
responded "Hell yeah!"

It was still early, and we were the first ones out of bed, which was
rather odd since either of us didn't get much sleep that night.  Though,
I suppose it's understandable.  It was afterall the last day we'd see
each other for god knows how long.

It was a hard thing saying goodbye to him at the end of the last meeting
he attended.  I wanted so bad to hug him, but I didn't want to invoke the
same type of feelings that were coming out last night, or freak out any
of the other scouts, or leaders for that matter, by showing a somewhat
inappropriate gesture to a boy 2 years younger than myself, whom I had
only known a few months.  It broke my heart not to be able to feel the
closeness of his body to mine.  I cried myself to sleep that night.  I
thought that, as  much as I wished  it to be, I'd never see him again.
It broke my heart to think that, but I've always been a realist.   There
I was, facing the cold truth that my ship has sailed. My one true chance
at finding happiness was gone.  Little did I know that my chance would
come in time.


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