Date: Tue, 18 Apr 2006 21:30:48 -0400
From: BWCTwriter <bwctadmin@cox.net>
Subject: Love Transcending Ch 4

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It was Friday, and it was time to move on to our next campsite.  Most of
the boys had a strenuous day before, out swimming, canoeing around the
area, hiking to and from other campsites, or annoying the hell out of our
adult leaders, but Chris and I were wide awake and ready to tackle
another day of canoeing.

After the usual awesome breakfast, which Chris and I, as well as the rest
of our patrol, cooked for our troop, we cleaned up, packed away our
cooking and camping gear, and set off for another day of canoeing.

This was our first experience with "portaging" ever.  A portage was a
path from one lake to the next in which we docked our canoes, emptied out
all contents, and carried our aluminum canoes through a cut out path to
the next lake.  We made multiple trips carrying first our green packs and
then our canoes over the 100+ yard path, sometimes having to climb up or
down hills, due to the varying landscape of each portage.  Those of us
who were stronger often were designated carriers of the canoes, while the
smaller gents would carry the supply packs.  Each portage would normally
take anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour, depending on how steep the
hills were.

Once we had finished transporting our gear from one end of the portage to
the other, we then proceeded to pack everything back in the canoes and
continue on through the next lake.

Everyone was visibly fatigued from our first portaging experience, but I
was impressed with the amount of teamwork my fellow scouts and I
displayed.  Travis and Nate carried at least three canoes over the
portage that day, and even still had enough energy to go back and help
the weaker scouts lug the rest of the gear over the land bridge.  Our
adult leaders complimented us, as well, on our swift and thorough job of
portaging that morning.

Though we were significantly drained, we paddled on for a few more hours,
stopping for lunch at around 2pm.  Chris and I ate quickly, then went
back to our canoes to wait.  As I lay on the bow, my favorite position,
head on the metal frame, Chris shoved us off and paddled to the middle,
where he decided to stop, so that we could be alone for a while.

"How you feelin'?"  He asked.

"Not too bad," I responded.  "From what Tony said, this was gonna be
the easiest portage of them all.  We got a really long one coming up this
afternoon- 220 yards...."

`We can do it," Chris assured me.  "I can't wait till I get you in
that tent tonight.  We're gonna have some fun."

My eyes perked up.  "Oh really?  What did you have in mind?  You gonna
invite Travis in for a threesome?"  We laughed together at the thought.
Though Travis was a stunning piece of male perfection, he was also
hopelessly straight.  The only way we could have gotten some action out
of him was to get him drunk, which wasn't going to happen, as we had no
alcohol available.  `Mental note: ask Doug (my brother) to buy me a
bottle of Jack Daniel's for our next campout.'

"You'll see, in time..." Chris teased.  His lustful eyes told me I was
in for a real treat tonight.

            After everyone else was finished eating, relaxing, or goofing
around, they all put their canoes to water and joined us, and we
continued our journey across the lake.

One disadvantage to canoeing in a lake is its complete lack of a
current.  Therefore, if you stopped paddling, you stopped moving.  So, we
were forced to paddle almost constantly every day to get to our
destination.  Though, at this point it didn't really matter.  We were
used to the long hours canoeing and portaging, that it even became fun at
some point.  Who would have thought PORTAGING would be FUN???

We portaged once more that afternoon, over a half mile path.  It was hard
on everyone, but we managed.  Canoeing continued until around
four-thirty, when we found our next campsite for the next two nights.

Setting up camp was second nature to us then, so we had it up and going
and dinner served by six.  The food was awesome, Spaghetti and sauce,
bread, and milk, even a dessert.  Not one boy went hungry that night.
Possibly one morbidly overweight priest of a scoutmaster, but no boys....

Travis, Nate, and Mike did their hypothermia dance in the frigid waters
again that night.  Gary, Chris and I watched from the dining fly,
laughing as they splashed around, willingly subjecting themselves to near
freezing lake water.  My pants tented as I gazed over Travis and Nate,
their smooth bodies glistening with water, nipples painfully erect from
the cold temperatures.  Mike couldn't get me up if he tried.  He was
overly chubby, deep-voiced and generally obnoxious to be around.  Though
he could be funny at times, I never liked working with him much.

Chris smacked my stomach as he noticed my overly long gaze at the two
young teen stallions flaunting their bodies unknowingly.  "Watch what
you're doing with those eyes," he whispered to me when I shot him a
questioning look.  I reached my hand under the table and into his lap,
grabbing his (not surprisingly-) hard penis, giving it a squeeze.

"THIS," I responded, "is all I'll EVER need."

Chris' smile broadened, and he squeezed my thigh as a gesture of
appreciation.  We stayed out there for a while longer, relaxing by the
glowing brightness of the fire.  Shortly after their frigid aquatic
experience, the three stooges joined us around the fire circle, draping
dry towels over themselves and warming their trembling hands by the
radiating heat of our campfire.  We talked for a while about this and
that, discussing our feelings of the trip to date.

As much fun as I was having there, I began missing my family, my warm
cozy bed, the comforts that my electronic gadgets gave.  It's a
conundrum: to stay here with my awesome friends in this care free
environment, or to be home surrounded by the toys of entertainment which
often stole the majority of my time at home.  If it meant that Chris
wouldn't be there, I would have stayed on this trip forever.

Chris pulled me off to the tent about 9:30, giggling as he guided me.  We
sat down together and Chris leaned in and kissed me passionately.  I was
erect almost instantly, my body ready for tonight's activities.

We slowly undressed each other, taking turns removing an article of
clothing until we were sitting in our tents, stark naked and achingly
erect.  Chris guided my head to the pillow, and positioned himself in the
"69" position, pausing to wait for my signal of approval.  "Are you
ready?" he asked.

I have been ready for this for two and a half years you fool!  "Oh
yeah."

Chris cupped his right hand under my balls, grasping the shaft with his
other hand.  He licked up and down my rod, generously coating it with his
fluids, Then began to take it into his mouth, sucking ever so gently.

I engulfed his cock and stimulated it with the same loving energy as he
displayed with mine.  I loved the taste of his salty-sweet skin, the feel
of his balls jiggling about in my hand.

We simultaneously sucked each other off feverishly.  I thoroughly
stimulated his mushroom head with my tongue, digging into the small
opening of his penis.  He continued performing fellatio on me as well; we
both were humping each other's mouths as we edged closer and closer to
orgasm.  Chris surprised me by inserting his middle finger into my
asshole.  I clamped own on it immediately, and felt a warm wave of
pre-orgasmic pleasure to wash over my pelvis.  I could feel my precum
leaking from my rigid cock, Chris' ejecting its own pre-orgasmic fluids
as well.  My rhythm of humping began to change as I felt the pressure
build up, and my orgasm took hold, sending several spurts of cum into my
lover's mouth.   He willingly swallowed it all up, and continued fucking
my face with his hard cock.  I loved the feeling of his cock in my
mouth.   I felt each pulse of his heartbeat through the skin, smelled the
sweet stench of his scent.  I increased my sucking as I felt him come
close, and he quickly shot his load into my mouth.  His face was
scrunched up as he came, skin flushed with blood.  My angel was on top of
the world and I was the one that brought him there.

We cuddled together there, slowly recovering from a powerful act of love
making that we would remember for a long time to come.  We were too hot
and worked up to sleep inside the sleeping bag that night, so we lazed on
top of our comfortable bedding, completely naked, bodies entangled in
each other.  We didn't need the warmth of our sleeping bag anyway, for
we had the warmth of each other's love to keep us comfortable through
the night.

***

There was a rustling outside the tent the next morning, but I was
physically unable to shake myself awake enough to realize what was
happening.  Outside, Travis was unzipping the tent, getting ready to
rouse us from our slumber, which had extended past our required wake up
time.


"Let's go Matt, Chris.  It's time to get..."  His voice trailed off
as he popped his head into the tent to see us lying there, still naked,
dried cum splattered around our stomachs, morning erections still
raging.  "...UP..." he finished.

I opened my eyes to see Trav looking at us surprised, then gazed over at
Chris, my lover, as naked and aroused as I.  Quickly (though not quickly
enough), I realized what was happening and said "shit!" as I tried to
grab something to cover myself up.

Travis shaked himself out of the surprised stare that had his eyes
fixated on our naked frames.  He turned away, flipped the tent flap back
down and apologized.  "I'm...I'm sorry guys...Just hurry up, ok?"
He quickly walked away towards the dining fly.

"Travis, wait!" I called as I feverishly threw my clothes on.  Chris
was too stunned to know what to do.  I looked over at him and tried to
assure.  "Get dressed, I'll take care of it."

Chris was visibly frightened at what had just occurred.  He saw what
could potentially be his whole world crashing down in front of himself,
and didn't know what was going to happen.  "Oh, man, oh shit.  What am
I gonna do?"

"Shh," I put a finger to his lips, "I'll take care of it.  Don't
worry babe."  I gave him a quick peck on the lips, finished putting my
socks and shoes on, then ran out to find Travis, who was eating his
breakfast, sitting by the fire, away from everyone else.

I approached him cautiously, sitting down across from him, trying not to
put myself in harms way if he were to do something rash.  "Travis...."
I started, but quickly found that the words had left me.  I was clueless
of what to say.  Grasping at straws, I used the famous one-liner, "it's
not what it looked like."

"Oh so you weren't...." he had the decency to continue speaking at a
hushed voice, "....naked in bed together?"

My face flushed and my palms began to sweat.  I was so nervous and afraid
that Travis would tell our leaders, and that we would be sent home, I to
Mason City, and Chris all the way back to Arkansas, neither of us ever
seeing each other again.  We would be branded as "faggots" to the world
and would be treated with such utter disgust that depression, loneliness
and fear would follow us wherever we went.  "Please don't tell anyone
Travis.  I'll do whatever you want, just don't get us kicked out of
here.  I just can't lose him..."  Probably should have left that last
part out, but my fear out-weighed my natural defense to keep my feelings
suppressed.

My worry, however, would unknowingly be getting a temporary reprieve from
the situation at hand.  Travis sighed and thought deeply over what had
just transpired.  He seemed to put great thought into the choice of words
he was going to use.  After an uncomfortably long silence, he responded
to the events in front of him.

"Good choice," he smirked, "I've been eyeing him since he got here."

My eyes were wide open, mouth agape at what he just said.  Here I was,
sitting down with a friend that had just caught me naked in bed with
another boy, and he tells me he wished he got there first??  "Excuse
me?"

"Dude, you've got good taste," he reiterated.  He winked at me and
continued.  "Just don't go blabbing around.  I like being a chick
magnet."

Still surprised at his subtle coming out, I was even more confused than
before.  "No way, you can't be."

"Am..." he answered back.  "I've always felt....wierd around boys.
But lately, they're all I can think about.  I was so ready to jump into
Chris' pants...."  He stopped when he saw I was visibly upset that he
planned to steal away my boyfriend.  "But now I guess I'll have to go
back to the gay chat rooms...."

"Damn right," I chided.  "Touch him and die."

"Well shit," Travis joked, "Now I don't want him.  God only knows
what you gave him."

I playfully punched him in the shoulder, and this sent us into a fit of
laughs, and I got up and hugged him tight.  "Thanks for not going
homophobe on me."

"Well," Travis responded, "now I have just as much to lose as you
do...Well, almost as much.  Lucky bastard."

"I know, thank you," I pushed him slightly then threw my arm over him
and we walked over to where the rest of the troop was gathered, eating
like pigs at a trough.

Chris looked up when he saw us approach, a piece of link sausage hanging
out of his mouth in a fairly peculiar way.  I looked over at Travis
surprised, and we both broke out into laughter.

Chris scrunched up his face in confusion, giving me his puppy dog eye
routine, and asked "what?"

That just made us laugh harder.  Everyone in the troop looked at us as if
we were aliens from another planet.  How could he NOT realize how
suggestive that looked, considering we had just had oral sex the night
before?  Oh well, it just made him even more adorable, how he could turn
me on and not even know it.  I'd definitely have to talk to him about
"subtlety" later.  But, now was not the time.  I needed to hurry up and
get some food down my gullet before it was time to move on to the next
campsite.

It was a beautiful Saturday, clear skies and crisp, clean air.  The trees
swayed in the breeze, which unfortunately made it an uncomfortable ride
in the boat, until we had some time to warm up.  We were supposed to stay
another day at that campsite, but figured that if we went further that
day, we could take two days off in a row to really relax and kick back.
I was all for a day of relaxation with my babe.

On we continued down the lake, portaging twice that day, one short and
easy portage, followed by a much longer one.  I could tell that Frank,
our oldest leader, was having some trouble getting through it that day.
I imagine the cold air got his arthritis up a bit.  I nudged Travis to
suggest he help carry Frank's one-man canoe over the portage, which he
gladly accepted.

Nick and Chuck argued briefly over who was going to go in the front.
Nick didn't trust Chuck because last time he was in front, Nick was not
warned in time to avoid a large rock which he tripped over and bruised
his leg, dropping the canoe and denting it in the process.  Chuck scolded
him over dropping the canoe, and the two got into a big argument, then
things settled down.  I just hoped Nick wouldn't try and pay back his
father that day.

Once all the portaging was done, we loaded the canoes back up, then I sat
down on a rock, taking a swig of my canteen and staring out onto the next
lake we had to face.  Chris came to stand by me, our shoulders barely
touching.  I could feel his presence there.  I had never felt someone
ignite a fire inside me from simply being in the vicinity of myself,
until Chris crossed my path in life.  So much positive energy flowed from
within him that I couldn't help but be turned on.  He was my love, my
life, my soul mate.

My mood went sour at the realization that this trip was more than half
over.  Chris seemed to sense my change and put his arm over my shoulder.
Normally this would have been a comfort, but I suddenly pulled away,
afraid to get to close.  Here I was falling in love with a boy whom I
hadn't seen in two years, igniting a passion that I yearned to feel
since the last time I saw him.

I was afraid once we went back to Mason, our differing school schedules
would pull us apart.  I was going to be a junior, and Chris a freshman.
The only possible ways to get together would be during lunch, gym or
study hall.  The more I thought about it, the more I realized that gym
was out, as at MCHS, freshmen/sophomores had class on alternating days as
juniors/seniors.  That probably meant that study hall was out as well, as
I had it opposite gym.  So, the only time left would be lunch, and even
then, there are A, B, and C lunch periods, depending on what class you
were in at the time fourth period rolls around.

So, here I was, analyzing the difficult road ahead, while backing away
from the love standing in front of me.  What is wrong with me?  I can't
even enjoy the present, always obsessing about the future.

"Earth to Matt," Chris bellowed.  "Come in, Matt."

I shook my head out of its daydream, refocusing myself on Chris, who
stood looking at me concerned.

"What's wrong?" Chris asked.  "Are you ok?"

I hesitated, not wanting to get into the details of my depressed mood at
that particular time and place.  "Can we talk about it later, Chris?  I
don't feel so good right now."

"Sure," Chris responded, patting me on the back in an attempt to
console me.  I shifted my body away from him, and he retaliated with a
dirty look, heavy sigh, and then fumingly walked away and started getting
ready to continue canoeing.

All the canoes were set up but ours, and the leaders became agitated that
we had stood there doing nothing as long as we did.

Chuck walked over to me, face visibly upset.  "Don't you think you
should get your stuff ready?  We're all waiting for you two to get
packed up so we can keep going.  We're on a schedule here, Matthew."

I hated when he called me Matthew.  It annoyed the hell out of me.  No
one else but him have called me "Matthew" in the last two and a half
years.  The last thing I needed was for Chuck to go off on a religious
tangent, explaining to me the virtues of teamwork and whatever other kind
of garbage he could regurgitate in his quest to cut me down to the
obedient scout that he wanted me to be.  He'd never get his wish.

"Whatever," I responded, blowing him off and going over to my canoe to
help Chris finish stocking it neatly, then put my life jacket on and
pushed off the shore.

Chris was surprised at my sudden need to hurry up, but knew that he
wasn't going to get anything out of me until later.  I decided to try
and use my agitation as fuel to keep pushing forward, afraid that if I
didn't find an outlet, Chris would be my next target, which I wanted to
avoid at all costs.

We pressed onward; our canoe in the lead for most of the day's
canoeing.  Stopping only for lunch, we made a lot of distance that day.
Our next campsite was just as bare as the one before, but our troops
skills in setting up had the site up and running in two hours flat,
functioning as our base of operations for the next two days.  We had
dinner that night, some sort of Dinty More stew type stuff.  It wasn't
bad, but it wasn't the most magnificent meal of the week, by any stretch
of the imagination.

Chris and I stayed close to each other, but kept our conversations
superficial, and allowed no physical contact outside the tent, to keep up
with the façade that we were just really close friends.  We fooled
everyone but Travis.  I was going to have to keep an eye on him.  If he
tried to muscle in on my man, he'd go down fast and hard.  I doubt that
he would betray our friendship like that, but I did have reason to be
concerned: it happened on Maury Povich, Sally Jesse Raphael, and Geraldo
all the time.  Topics like "I cheated on you with your best friend while
you were in the next room" made lots of money and perpetuated gay
stereotypes for years.  No way was I going to let our relationship become
a sideshow.

After dinner and the usual evening activities, we headed to bed to rest
up for whatever we were going to do the next day.  I really became a fan
of the "canoe a day and take a day off" schedule that our middle aged
leaders followed religiously.  I loved canoeing, don't get me wrong, but
it seemed pointless to just canoe around a boring lake when I could hang
by the fire and play cards with Chris, or have deep conversations with
Gary, Tony, or Gene.  I was never a very athletic person, so things like
this took a lot of energy out of me.  I needed more time to rest than
most of the other boys, who seemed to have one long sugar rush the entire
week we were there.

Chris and I lay in our tent together, not really wanting or knowing what
to say to each other.  I was afraid that if I was honest with him, I'd
bring his mood down.  I definitely didn't want to do that.  I could
barely stand being so pessimistic myself, there's no way I would allow
myself to bring my lover down there with me.

Chris was perplexed with the situation.  He didn't know if he said or
did something wrong, or if he wasn't being a good enough friend.  I left
him in the dark too much that day.  I knew it was time to take that
weight off his shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Chris," I started, "it's my fault.  You didn't do
anything wrong.  I'm just worried that when we go back to school, we
won't be able to see each other as much.  I don't know if I can stand
being away from you.  We'll probably only get to see each other at
lunch, and I don't think I can live with that.  I just found you again
after two years and I can't lose you again."

"You won't lose me," Chris consoled me, tousling my hair.  I loved it
when he did that.  "We'll just have to spend our nights and weekends
together."

"But," I interjected, my pessimism showing in my statement, "what if
Dad and Gary find out?  They'll tear us apart for sure!  My dad will
flip and ground me for life and your dad will keep you from seeing me.
I'll kill myself if I can't see you."

Chris' heart dropped.  There's no way he was going to let me put myself
in that situation.  "You better not kill yourself, because I'll never
forgive you."

I tried to back-pedal my words.  "I didn't mean it like that.  I
just...I don't know what I'll do if I can't see you when I need
you."

"Don't worry about that now," Chris advised me.  "We'll deal with
that when it comes up.  Let's just try and enjoy this week.  We still
have the rest of the trip to be together.  Come here."  He opened his
arms and we sat up and hugged.  I really needed that physical contact
right then.  He kissed me on the neck lovingly, teasing at my skin with
his tongue.  His hands held my sides with such care that I didn't know I
was worth all the love and attention he gave me.

We slept in our clothes that night.  I was too depressed to get down and
dirty.  I felt like it wouldn't be as enjoyable as our last few nights
of intimacy.  Plus, I hadn't showered since Tuesday night, four nights
ago.  I was rank and I knew it.  There was no way I was going to subject
Chris to my odoriferous body.  We were going to be relaxing tomorrow, so
I figured Chris and I could find a private area to bathe then.

I hoped with all my heart that tomorrow would come and I would have a
renewed spirit, and was able to put aside what lie ahead of us in the
future, and focus on the present.  Any more wallowing and I'd be
seriously neglecting my lover.  I couldn't bare to do that, so I put my
worries on hold for the time being.



Once again, the following day was designated as a free day, due to the
distance we covered Saturday.  If we kept pushing as hard as we were, we
would end up surprising the outfitters a day early.  No way in hell was I
going to willingly give up a day of intimacy with my boyfriend.

After breakfast, Chris and I snuck off along the shore of the island,
trekking through the weeds, bushes, fallen branches, and sticks in order
to find a secluded place to bathe.  I slung my shower bag over my
shoulder, and Chris and I held hands while we walked.  It was a very
sweet moment for both of us.

When we stumbled upon an inlet of water we followed it towards the center
of the island, where it pooled into a small lake.  I dropped my bag to
the ground and started to undress, pulling my shirt over my head, then
sat on a rock to untie my shoes and pull off my socks.  Chris followed
suit.

Thankfully, the awkwardness of being nude in front of each other had
dissipated completely.  I was comfortable displaying my naked body in
front of him.  I hoped it aroused him as much as I wanted it to.  Once we
got home, I planned to really start heating up the relationship.

Once completely disrobed, we jumped into the water, which was
unsurprisingly icy.  I could feel goose bumps all over my skin, and
noticed Chris' teeth chattering lightly.  We took care of our personal
hygiene first.  I noticed the night before that we were no longer
emitting solely normal teenage body odor.  Anyone close enough to us
could have picked up the smell of semen on our skin.  We washed ourselves
quickly but thoroughly, careful not to miss any important areas.

Knowing how cold my Chris was, I took hold of his torso, placing my hands
around his back, and he responded by throwing his over my shoulders.  We
stared at each other for a moment, then kissed passionately.  Amazingly
enough, our icy cold privates responded to the stimulation, growing erect
in an instant.  I felt my hardness press against his as we continued
loving each other.  Suddenly it didn't seem quite as cold as it was
moments ago.  We were growing oblivious to the surroundings, lost in our
embrace.  We didn't even notice him approaching us, wearing only his
swim shorts, towel draped over his shoulder.

"Boy you two sure are horny," Travis commented, sending us apart faster
than lightning.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed.  "Geez Trav, don't DO that!"

Travis giggled like a school girl.  "It's a good thing you can't get
pregnant.  Wouldn't THAT cause a controversy."

"Shut up Travis," Chris snapped.  "God, I can't believe you did
that."

"What can I say?" he answered back.  "I'm a sneaky bastard.  Guess I
brought these trunks for nothing."  He quickly yanked his swimwear down
to the ground and jumped in with us, splashing water in our eyes.

"Once again," I lectured, "Manners, Trav."

"Yeah, yeah," he responded.  "But seriously guys, you better cool it
with the PDA's.  You don't want Chuckles or Frank to get suspicious.  I
doubt the other leaders would care, most certainly not my father."

"He knows?" I questioned with curiosity.  I hadn't even considered
coming out to my parents at this point in my life.

"Yup!" he followed.  "He took it really well.  He's even going to
PFLAG now."

"Wow, that's awesome," I commented.  "I wish I could do that with my
dad.  I don't think he'll ever accept me for being gay.  I'll be lucky
if he doesn't kick me out of the house."

"Same here," Chris added.

Silence took over for a few moments, and we all just continued bathing
quietly.  Once we could no longer stand the icy waters, we quickly
climbed out and dried ourselves off.  I threw my towel over my shoulders
and walked over to my shivering lover, rubbing my hands over the towel,
helping to create some warming friction.  Chris began doing the same
thing, and our recently shriveled genitals began to respond to what we
thought was a miniscule amount of stimulation.

Travis shook his head in disbelief.  "You guys are horn dogs."

Chris shot back, "You're just jealous."

Travis remained silent for the remainder of our time at the pond.

***

            After our chillingly refreshing bathing ritual, we had to sit
by the fire for quite a while to warm up.  We had towels draped over our
bare torsos, our arms touching slightly.

Whatever contact Chris and I could get while still remaining "straight"
to the rest of the group kept us from feeling too distant from each
other.  Though it would have been great to be open with our relationship,
society does not make it easy for alternative couples to gain
acceptance.  So, we were forced to keep our feelings hidden from those we
loved, at least until we felt more safe to come out, which I wasn't
planning on doing until I was out of my father's house.

The usual nighttime entertainment carried on that night, but most boys
steered clear of swimming from then on.  It was just too cold to subject
yourself, and your manhood, to.

Travis winked at us as we walked casually toward the tent that night,
knowing the type of exercise we would be engaging in.  He decided to be a
smart-Alec and asked, "You guys need a third?"

We looked at him incredulously, looked at each other, then turned our
heads back to him, simultaneously pronouncing a "Hell no."

"Fine," he responded.  "I was planning on interesting Nate in a little
`experimentation' anyway.  Oh well, your loss."

"Dude," Chris spat, "you are so full of yourself."

"I know, ain't it grand?"

"Psh," I responded.  And he was the one calling me a horn-dog?



Chris and I played around for about an hour, each of us releasing our
sexual tension from the buildup at the pond earlier in the day.  We were
happy with our level of intimacy at that point, not needing to go beyond
oral stimulation.  From what I had heard, anal sex took a lot of
preparation and could be quite painful at first, especially without
proper lubrication, and we weren't ready for that yet.  Our love making
was gentle and sweet, and it was all we needed at this point in our
relationship.

Travis never got in Nate's pants that night.

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