Date: Mon, 17 Mar 2003 10:05:32 -0800 (PST)
From: chip ster <chipster071053@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Journey - 04

My Journey - Episode Four
By Larry (Laetuseros@aol.com)
Edited by Chipster (chipster071053@yahoo.com)

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MY JOURNEY
Chapter 4


Ken and I took a few of my crew to the commissary to withdraw provisions
for the last half of our trip.  He made sure that we also restocked the
ramada with the can goods we had used during our stay.  Doing that would
insure that the next group coming through had provisions to start their
first meal.

My gang carried the provisions to the corral and Ken supervised their
loading the wanagan boxes.  The wrangler came round to check, but seeing
Ken on the job left to tend to the burros, lining them up along the corral
fencing.  The wrangler checked the crosses that went on the burros back and
from which the wanagan boxes hung.  I picked up a bundle of burro blankets
and set about brushing down the animals and fitting them with the blankets.

Chas's crew showed up and the wrangler supervised, not having confidence in
Chas.  It made me smile.  The wrangler was ordering Chas' crew all over the
corral, while he left my crew alone to load up the burros.  I was proud of
these thirteen/fourteen year olds as they efficiently went about loading
the burros.  I watched as a few of the more experienced went to the burro's
head, feed it a sugar cube and breathed into its nostrils and softly talked
to it, and scratched behind the ears and rubbed down its neck. Sam had told
us that little secret.  It insured that the animal would listen to its
handler and not baulk at every obstacle.  Ken saw this and grinned.

The advisor came up to the corral.  I guess he couldn't find a nearby
stream to cast his fishing fly in.  He stood, puffing on his pipe, watching
the boys in action.  Ken strode over to him and said he'd like to get
started right after lunch.  The first length would be around Deer Lake Mesa
and into Harlan base camp.  It was a short trip, but would get everyone
loosened up for the longer trip to Ponil.  He nodded his head in agreement
and went back to the campsite to pack his things.

We fitted up each burro with a grain sack to munch on while the crew went
back to the site for a dry lunch of sandwiches, cookies and fruit.  Ken
checked over the campsite.  While we had been packing the burros, the other
half of my crew had done an excellent job of stowing all the ramada gear,
cleaning out the fire pit, and policing the site for any object that didn't
grow there.  Then they cleaned themselves up and had all the backpack in a
line down the middle of the site.  I was really impressed.

Chas' group staggered into camp and started fixing lunch in their ramada.
Ken went to Chas and suggested he get some teens policing their campsite
and to get things ready for the trip right after they cleaned up the
ramada.  So in his usual fashion, Chas pointed and shouted orders to
members of his crew, with the usual admonition, "Get going, or else!"

We left Cimarroncito and hiked into the Ponderosa Pine forest.  It became
quiet, just the creaking of leather on the burros, and the soft talk of the
boys as they slogged on.  Occasionally a clear call of a bird was heard.
It was beautiful and I think everyone was impressed with God's creation.

Ken was in the lead with my crew following him.  I was in the middle, and
Chas' crew followed me, and the adult advisor and Chas brought up the rear
of the long column. Ken had started to point out some of the plants along
the trail, and each crew member dutifully passed the info to the teen
following him, and it went back down the line.

The trip was only four and a half miles of beautiful woodland.  Midway, Ken
stopped the column to rest the burros and to give a nature lecture on the
area we were traversing.  It also allowed us to water down the trees and
plants.  I watched with some amusement as a few of the teens made cat holes
and bared their milky white asses to the light of day and took a healthy
dump.  I guess I was the only one to take notice; the crew seemed to accept
it as something quite normal.  I again began rethinking my upbringing.

It had been getting warmer.  Ken stretched and removed his jeans jacket.
Everyone of my crew stretched and removed their jackets, storing them on
their pack, exactly like Ken was doing.  Ken turned, saw what had happened,
and smiled and nodded his head.  The members of my crew were all grinning
back.  Not to be outdone with this display of hero worship, I removed my
jacket to show that I also was bare-chested.  My crew beamed approval. As
Ken hoisted his pack to his back, so did everyone of my crew.

Harlan was a beautiful campsite.  It was a clearing surrounded by forest.
The ranger station was a slab sided building, stained dark brown with a
green tarpaper roof.  A stake-side truck was parked alongside.

The ranger came out and greeted our group of now tired teens.  He took us
to our campsite and walked us around to show us that it was pristine, just
like we would leave it in a couple of days.  The tents were on wooden
platforms along each side.  At the foot was a fire pit for campfires.  We
had the usual two ramadas, one for each crew.  The advisor took the first
tent. I assigned my crew to tents, with Ken and I in the last tent farthest
from the advisor, Chas did the same.

I watched my crew swing into action.  Several stripped down to just boots
and shorts and started splitting wood and building a fire, others went to
get water for cooking, and the cooks checked out the ramada boxes, sorting
out the canned goods and preparing for this evening meal.  Chas noticed
this and started ordering his crew to get busy making camp. Ken and I just
looked and listened, shaking our heads.  Chas came over and said, "What?'

Ken hauled off and punched him in the deltoids. "You ass, don't you know
any other way to instruct your crew?  You're always telling them what to
do.  They know what they need to do! You don't have to bully them!"

Chas came to his own defense with, "Those little fuckers don't do shit
without being told what to do and when to do it!  I sure pulled a lot of
dead wood."

"Yeah, poor you, have you ever complimented them on the nice job they are
doing, carrying your sad ass down the trail and on the campsite?"  Ken was
getting a bit peeved at Chas attitude.  "You are supposed to be their
leader, lead by example!"

Ken assembled the rest of my crew, those not busy setting up camp, and we
went out to gather up firewood.  We were lucky, Ken told us, in that not
too many groups had been through the area and there was firewood plenty to
be found nearby.  The ranger had directed Ken to a downed ponderosa, and
given us a huge bucksaw to use.  Ken used his sharp axe to cut a kerf in
the log, then placed the saw in the slot.  I took one handle and he took
the other and we showed my boys how to slice through the timber.

After a few minutes, Ken stopped.  He pulled off his t-shirt and dropped
his shorts.  His body glistened in the sunlight.  He looked at me, his
eyebrow lifted.  "We might as well get comfortable, gentlemen."  I looked
around me as my crew stripped down to bare skin.  Ken looked around,
beamed, and flashed his killer smile, and my crew was very pleased with
themselves.  Then all eyes were on me as I removed my clothes.

"Whew, nice bod, nice equipment, kewl, I like that!" were the comments I
received from my young crew.  I know I was ten shades of red.  Ken was
grinning like a fool, and all he said was, "I told yah!"

Ken grabbed a handle, and I the other and we continued to work up sweat
sawing through the log.  Several of the crew had found a sledge and wedges.
They started splitting the sections of log as we cut them.  When Ken felt
we had enough split to take back, he stopped cutting and sat on the
remaining log.  He looked at me and patted a section of log right next to
him.  "Come on and rest a bit."  I sat down next to him and noticed his
cock was filling out, firming up.

"You ever see such poetry in action.  Look at those studs split those
sections.  Like real woodsmen, huh?"  I looked at my naked crew.  Some were
approaching puberty; a few were well into it, with dark patches of fur over
their bobbing penises.  Carl clearly was the most developed.  I watched as
his muscles flexed in the sunlight.  He brought down the axe with enough
force to split a section in one blow.  Matt was developing, being a little
softer, not quite so defined muscularly.  He was watching Carl, fondling
his balls.

Ken hit me in the side with his elbow.  "I know what he's thinking!"

"Okay guys, you've done a great job.  I think we'll have enough wood to
supply us while we are here.  So find a log and rest a bit."  I noticed
Matt was already hanging on Carl's shoulder as they walked toward a downed
log.  The other crew members paired off and went to sit on logs.  No one
seemed anxious to get dressed.  They all seemed to be enjoying the freedom
of being naked.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a couple of the groups being very
familiar with one another.  Hands were on thighs, rubbing chests or backs.
Then I spotted Matt laying a big wet lipped kiss on Carl.  Carl was
responding in kind.  My mind's eye immediately fastened on an old painting
I had seen in an art book, two youths kissing.  Ken let out a soft, "Yeah,
that's the picture I get, too!"  I looked at him, a question on my face.
"You know two youths kissing, the Michelangelo statues?  You must have seen
it!"

Again, I was dumb struck that he was thinking the same thing I was and knew
what I had seen in my mind.  Ken's arm was around my hip, his other had was
tracing a finger down my chest, his eyes were on mine, his lips parted, and
I heard in my head the command, "Kiss me!"  My head tilted and our open
lips met, his tongue rubbed gently over my upper lip and he then sucked on
my lower lip, and then I was his to use. I met his tongue with mine and we
tongue wrestled as our spit mingled and we became fully aroused.  His hand
caressed my pecs, he tweaked a nipple, his hand slide down my side to my
thigh, he squeezed, then his hand found and grasped my hardened rod of
pleasure.  He squeezed it in his hand, his fingers closed around the shaft
and he was soon stroking me off using my pre cum as lubricant.  He never
broke our kiss.  He was sucking my tongue down into his throat, then
releasing it.

I broke away and gasped, my lungs hungry for air.  I looked into those
green eyes of his and became lost to lust.  Somewhere in the back of my
mind I was aware that the other teens were also locking lips and had
ventured into heavier sexual contact.  All I wanted was more of Ken's lips,
more of his fondling, more of his hands over my hot body.

Ken laid back along the log, pulling me over the top of him.  I held my
body over his on my extended arms and boot tips.  "Larry," Ken whispered in
a husky voice, "Lay over me, and let our cocks rub on each other. I want
your chest on mine."  His hands snaked up around my torso and he pulled me
forcefully to him.

Ken's hand went to the back of my head and he pulled me down in another
deep passionate kiss.  My hands were under his armpits.  I pushed up off
him, breaking the kiss and telling him, "We shouldn't, we can't, not here,
not now!"

I jumped off the log and stood looking at Ken.  My pulse was racing, I
wanted to do as he asked, but I couldn't.  Not in front of part of my crew.
Ken laid there, turned his head to me and said, "Look around you, what do
you see?"  The first thing I saw was his cock, swollen hard and bobbing
over his stomach.  I tore my eyes from that and looked around in the
forest.  Carl had mounted Matt and was plowing his ass at a steady rate.
Jerry had Ralph squatting in front of him, obviously servicing his cock.
Stuart and Harold were laying on top of each other, Harold's legs raised
around Stuarts hips.  Stuart was thrusting his fat cock into Harold's ass.
Kenny and Brian were sucking on each other's cocks in a hot 69 position.

"Doesn't seem like anyone is paying attention to what we were about to do.
Man, I sure want to get some of Stuart's prick up my ass, looks like that
boy has a horse cock of about nine inches or so!"  Ken reached for my arm
and pulled me to him.  I leaned against the log and his hand directed my
head to his bouncing man meat.  Inside my head I heard the words 'lick it,
suck on it; kiss it, make love to it!'

My tongue went down to lap his ball sack, then flicked up along his swollen
vein covered shaft.  I licked around the glans; he shuddered.  He urged me
to kiss it, to take it into my warm mouth.  My right hand grasp his meat
and held it upright, my left hand caressed his thigh and teased his tight
ball sack, sliding down below it to his ass crack.  I was now taking his
rod deep into my mouth, allowing it to slide into my throat and then I
sucked hard and tried swallowing it.  He moaned his pleasure, his hand
rubbed the back of my head, he fingered my hair, whispered encouragement to
take it all.  Take it all right down to his pubic hair, as I twisted my
head and mouth around his silken pride.  I came back up his stalk and
kissed and licked the glans again, then plunged down into his groin.

I soon became aware of something hot and wet licking between my ass cheeks,
fingers spread my ass cheeks and I felt what had to be a raspy tongue glide
past my pink rosebud.  I felt a nose rubbing up and down my ass crack, and
a tongue bringing me thrills a plenty and I sucked hard on Ken's
magnificent cock.  Ken was thrusting up into my mouth and his hand kept me
in place.  Ken was uttering nasty comments to keep me going.  I gasped as I
felt something warm engulf my dripping cock.  A finger had been poked into
my ass hole and was working itself in and out, my cock was being ravenously
sucked and licked and both of Ken's strong hands held me in place on his
throbbing man meat.  He came in a single strong burst, I choked, he
released me and I pulled up and he exploded again on my tongue and filled
my mouth cavity with more spurts of his spunk.  I pulled off his cock and
it slapped on his belly, wet, glistening, oozing sperm from his piss slit.
It was so beautiful.  I opened my mouth to show him his seed, tilted my
head back and swallowed like a whore slut.

I laid my head on his stomach, his hands caressing my head and face.  I was
being stimulated now with the action being done to my cock and ass.  I
glanced down and saw that it was Matt sucking my cock, and yeah it felt
like a Hoover vacuum.  I knew then that it had to be Carl licking and
fingering my ass.  I felt those tingles, and felt the surge as my seed
propelled itself down Matt's hungry throat.  At that instant, I felt Carl's
tongue slip up into my rectum.  I quivered, gasped, laughed, and grunted
out my orgasm.

Carl slapped my ass cheek hard.  "Shit, I wanted to plow your sweet hole
when you went off.  Ain't nothing better around your prick when that
sphincter clamps down tight and you shoot your seed!"

I was recovering, coming back to reality.  I had just give Ken a blow job,
had Matt give me a low job, and Carl had fingered and licked my ass in
front of six others of my crew. I pushed off the log and slowly turned
round to see all six of them in a semi circle around us.

"Shit, Ken, that looked like you were in heaven.  Larry, you really did a
job on him.  You want to try a real man cock in your mouth," spouted Stuart
as he flicked his cock around in his hand.  I noticed it was still full and
fat, and long!

Ken rose up into a sitting position on the log, his hands at each side of
his knees and he looked at the crew formed around us.  "Okay guys, we've
had a good time getting off our jollies, but what happened here stays here!
You know what I mean?  Get dressed and I'll take you to see the sawmill."
There were voiced, "yeah, yeah, we know!"  and they all set about finding
their clothes and getting back into them.

Ken pushed off the log and landed on his feet.  "Well, greenhorn, satisfied
that your crew are not all innocent angels?  You feeling okay with what
happened?  I sure can't complain, as that was a terrific blowjob.  You're
getting to be a professional!"  He hugged me and we pulled on our clothes.

"Ken, I still don't feel this is right.  What happens when these kids get
back to Cleveland and are split miles apart from each other.  What do they
do then.  I think we are just encouraging them to get hurt."

"Larry, they'll find other friends to get off with. It's not like they were
in love with each other, its just helping relieve an itch we all have and
need to get taken care of now and then.  They'll see each other at
activities and have a great time together.  They're not like you and me,
were asshole buddies!"  He punched my arm and playfully danced around like
a boxer.  "Come on, lighten up will ya!"

"Ken, what did you mean, they're not like us?  What are we like, how are we
different?'

"Awe, you just had to pick up on that, didn't you!  Damn, I have such a
hard time understanding your way of thinking about sex.  It's natural,
baby!  You don't have to be ashamed of it.  None of your guys are ashamed,
they all enjoy giving each other the ultimate pleasure...a nice big orgasm!
It's not something that you advertise and shout about.  You just do it,
enjoy it, and keep quiet about what you did.  Everyone is happy.

"No Ken, you didn't answer my question.  How are we different?"  I stared
him down. I wanted an answer.  I wasn't going to let this go, it was too
important to me.  I grabbed his arm and turned him around so I could watch
his face, look into his eyes, down into his soul.

"Because I'm falling in love with you!"  He blurted out and trudged on down
the trail

I ran after him trying to catch up, wanting to ask him to repeat himself.
The guy said he was in love with me.  Me, who didn't get any love or hugs
at home.  He loved me!  How could this be?  We had only known each other
for 20 days.  Could one be in love and know it in just 20 days?  Ken said
he was falling in love with me, was that different than being in love with
me?  I now had hundreds of questions racing through my brain.  Carl called
to me from up front, "Larry come on, catch up, you got to see this, it's
just like a picture on a calendar."

I walked up to the group, and looked out from the forest edge.  There
across the valley was the sawmill, smoke rising from the stack, men milling
around, pulling logs through the saw, stacking planks in piles.  The
mountains rose on the other side of the valley and it was framed, just like
a picture on a calendar.  Log trucks were coming down a road to the mill
with huge logs on the trailers.

Ken was telling us that most of the lumber used on the ranch came from this
mill and from the Ponderosa pine that covered the slopes of the mountain.
What the ranch didn't use was sold to support the ranch.  He also told the
eager crew that we were not allowed down at the mill, that it was forbidden
on pain of broken legs.  He turned the groaning crew around and headed back
to the clearing we had cut firewood.  Each of us grabbed and armful of the
fresh clean cut firewood and walked back to the campsite.  As we piled the
firewood in a stack, it came to nearly a cord.  Ken mentioned that we'd go
through it in the next few days.  Our adult advisor complimented us on our
hard work in obtaining that much firewood in just a few hours.  If he only
knew what had gone on!  I wondered what he'd think of us.

The guys had fixed us a real meal.  Ken had earlier shown a couple of the
guys how to set snares. Part of their survival woods lore requirement.
They'd caught a couple of grouse and a rabbit.  The ranger had shown them
how to gut and skin them.  So we had fresh meat that night along with the
dried food packet and some cattail roots.  The salad was a bit bitter
tasting, but the guys really tried to make the most out of what they'd done
during the day.  I really laid the compliments on them.  I was so proud of
my group.  I rustled up some Heath bars from my pack and passed them
around.  The guys told me that made the day for them.  I signed them off on
their survival skills requirements.

A campfire was laid, and the ranger came down to join us in a songfest.
After a few songs, the ranger got up and told us about the area, and about
the area we would go into the next few days.  He told us the tale of "Black
Jack's Hideout," which we'd pass on our way up Turkey Gulch.  I looked
around at the wide eyes of my teens, some were fascinated, others
skeptical, all were raring to go.  We sang some slow songs, winding down
the day as the fire burned into embers.  The ranger got up, bid us good
journey and went back to his cabin.  Ken stood, and said, "Guys, we need to
put out these embers, so pull out your hoses and help me drowned out the
fire!"

Some of the guys started giggling, but all of us had our pricks in hand and
hosed down the red embers of the fire with urine.  I was surprised to see
our advisor had his cock in hand, covered so we couldn't see its size,
emitting a huge forceful stream into the fire pit.  A pungent smell rose in
the steam as the embers blinked out.  Having relieved ourselves, the group
quietly slipped away to their tents.

The camp filled with soft whispers, a few giggles, and "shushes" and then
settled down.  Ken slipped his arm around my waist and pulled my hip next
to his.  "Want to bet what's going on in the other tents?'  He asked.

"NO!"  I sheepishly replied.  He knew I was smiling and slightly
embarrassed at the thought of guys helping guys reach a climax so that they
could sleep restfully, spooned together in the sleeping bags.

Ken responded with a low "Mmmmmm! Not a bad idea.  You're bag or mine?"

"First, we talk.  I still want an explanation about your comment this
afternoon.  Did I hear you say you thought you were falling in love with
me?"  We crawled into our tent together and sat on our own sleeping bag.
Ken was sitting Indian style, pulling his jean jacket and t-shirt off.  He
unlaced his boots, and pulled of his socks, wiggled his toes, and said,
"Ah, that feels good!  Now about this afternoon."  He hand his hands on his
knees.  "I am serious.  I think I am falling in love with you.  You know
I've messed around with my football and track buddies, but that was just
sex, just getting our nut off the best possible way.  With you it's
different, really different.  I look at you and I know what you are
thinking, I can read your thoughts, I feel great when I'm with you and feel
lost when I am separated from you.  I think thoughts and you respond
without my telling you.  It is really weird and I have been afraid to tell
you about it."  He looked up into my face, waiting for me to answer, I
guess to tell him he was crazy.

"No! I am not crazy!  It can only be love or something like it."  My mouth
dropped open and he asked, "What, what did I say?"

"Ken you responded to what I was thinking, I didn't say a word!"  A shiver
ran down my spine and I shuddered.  "I think it is more telepathic!  Maybe
we can read each others thoughts."  I waited for him to speak.

"What, I heard you say I was crazy!  I heard you, plain as day!  Tell me
you did speak to me."  Now it was my turn to be confused.

"Naw, I was just thinking about telling you, I didn't utter a word.  What
am I thinking now?"

"I can't. You seem confused, you don't believe me, you think I'm second
guessing you as to what you're thinking.  Wait, you're saying whether its
weird or not, you'll take all the love I can give you, you want me to take
you, you want me to kiss you!"  He rose up and put his lips to mine, and I
fell back with him on top of me.

"Get your jeans off stud, I want you all of you.  I want to feel your bare
chest press mine, I want your abs to press mine, I want to feel our cocks
throb between us, I want your lips on mine, your tongue down my throat, I
want your fingers pinching my nipples, I want your hot wet mouth around my
prick, I want your cock up my ass chute I want all you can give to me."  We
were writhing together.  He was kissing all over my face and neck, licking,
sucking, moving downward, across my abdominals, following the treasure
trail to my hot, hard, throbbing, straining cock.  My hands griped his
shoulders, pushing him down, my hips thrusting up against him.

His tongue was licking up and down my shaft.  I felt the flat of his tongue
swirl round my swollen head, then his tongue flicked down and up.  He
stopped at the glans and his tongue lapped at the sensitive spot below my
urethra, catching the clear drops of pre cum that spilt out.  His warm
fleshy lips slid over the glans, capturing it in his mouth, the tongue
lapping and stroking the swollen corona, sending shudders down my body.  I
was breathing in shallow gasps, I was mewing, my hips heaving, my head
swinging form side to side in my lust.  The tingling started deep, working
toward my cock; I moaned that I was cumming, pleading for release.

Ken told me, "Not now, wait," and he pressed his thumb at the base of my
hard stalk and pulled down into my ball sack.  His mouth left my cock and
he licked below my silky ball sack, and went deeper, lifting my legs and
hips up so I rested my ass cheeks on his thighs.

His cock was dripping pre cum.  I felt the hot drops hit my ass.  I opened
my eyes to see Ken suck his finger, the spit on the tip, which he then
placed on my puckered ass ring.  I felt the finger enter and move around
inside me.  I felt him jam his finger deep; he slid it in and out,
sensitizing my hole.  I felt my ass ring stretch.  "Just two fingers, babe,
just two to loosen you up.  God I love the feel of your hot guts on my
finger, it's so soft and silky feeling, so hot, so ready to receive what I
have to give you.  Oh, and you are so ready to receive what I'm offering.
I know you want to tear my balls off, if I don't put my man's cock up your
ass.  It's coming babe, just a few more finger thrusts and you'll be
ready."  He moved forward and I felt the smooth thrill of his entering my
stretched orifice, that wonderful feeling as he first passed the muscle and
it snaps tight around his cock head.  The feel of his silken head force its
way deeper into my innards, filling me, sliding deeper up my channel,
rubbing that wonderful gland that sent those wonderful shivers up to my
brain.  A long moan of lust left my lips as he fully seated himself against
my crotch.

He leaned through my thighs, slipping his hands along my chest and under my
shoulders and laid his head next to mine, whispering, "Its in all the way.
I am so glad you feel all of it, your thoughts are of love, it feels so
warm, so tight, so hot, so silky smooth."  He lifted his hips and I felt
his cock withdraw, I moaned no, don't go, and felt him re-enter me, sliding
deep once more.  He lifted his chest up his head hanging down between his
muscular shoulders, he lifted his hips, his cock pulled outward, and then
he thrust in, hard, deep, passionately.  He worked into a steady pattern.
I reached up to his hard nipples and worked them with my fingers.  I
reached down and felt the head of my cock and it was slippery with my
juices.  I looked up at him; he was perspiring, beads of sweat dripped off
the tip of his nose and onto my chest.  He was breathing hard, his tongue
protruded from one side of his mouth, his eyes tight closed, his hips
flexing in and out.

I was being, as I had read in those Playboy mags, being royally fucked.  My
feet were firmly planted on the floor, and I was using the leverage to
thrust my ass up as he thrust his rod of pleasure into me.  We were both
grunting and gasping as I felt the tingle of my climax start deep within
me.  Ken was gasping out "Ah, ah, ahs" as he gave shorter and shorter
thrusts inward, soon he was grinding his pelvis against my pelvic girdle
and we were both spewing our seed.  Mine shot between us, his spurted deep
with in me and I felt the warm glow of its heat against my colon walls.

Ken collapsed onto my body, spent.  I grasp his chest and back in my arms
and held him close, the voice spoke within my head, "Yeah babe, it was the
greatest ever, what a fuck! I am so in love with you.  I don't know of
anyone that could give me what you just gave to me.  Don't ever leave me,
stay here with me, go home with me, be my brother, love me!"

I felt his hot tears on my face.  My tears ran down my cheeks.  Not a word
was spoken, as he rose off me and laid beside me, holding me, caressing me,
kissing me.

I was stunned.  It was so beautiful, I felt so loved, so needed, so wanted
for the first time in my seventeen years on earth.  I started sobbing,
because I knew that within the week we would part company, maybe forever.
I would never feel this way again.  The rain started softly hitting the
tent and was soon pounding down.  Lightning lit up the tent and thunder
crashed around us.  Mother nature matched the storm that raged within me.

Ken rose and pulled me into his arms, kissing my tears, my eyelids.  I
wiped my nose with the side of my hand, and sobbed again.  "Oh, Ken, we're
doomed.  We will never have anything like his again.  You'll be here as a
guide, and I'll be back in Cleveland, two thousand miles away."

"Then I want us to do this every chance we get for the next week.  I want
you to fuck me and I want to fuck you so we will remember this wonderful
blending of our bodies in true bliss.  I love you, Larry. I always will no
matter where life takes us.  You hear me?  I do love you!" and he started
sobbing with me.  We held each other for a long time.  Our sobs went away
and we just hugged each other listening to the rain hit the tarp.  We laid
in each others arms as the thunder crashed about us.

I heard squeals and shouts, and the tent flaps burst open.  Matt and Carl
fell into the tent, their wet bodies shining in the lightning strikes.  I
looked at Ken, he looked at me and we both laughed.  We had two naked, wet,
fourteen year olds, sprawled out in front of us. I reached for Matt and Ken
pulled Carl to him.  We held the shivering teens against our hot sweat
covered bodies.  Matt's smooth wet skin felt good to my hot body.  I hoped
it felt as good to him.  I opened my bedroll and started slipping in,
pulling Matt with me.  He spooned up against me, still shivering.  I asked,
"What happened?"

Matt explained that they were just getting ready to slip into their
bedrolls, when the tent fell down, or was blown down by a strong wind.
They were immediately drenched by the storm, so dashed into our place of
safety.  I told Matt, he would have some explaining to do if we found the
tent standing in the morning.  He just spooned tighter into my stomach,
pushing his cold bubble butt against my shriveled organ.  He had stopped
his shivering and warmth enveloped us both and we drifted off to sleep.

As usual for a teenager, we both had morning woodies.  Mine was between
Matt's thighs, just under his butt pushing against what felt like his
scrotum.  His was in my hand, which was gripping it tightly.  I raised my
head and looked over at Ken.  He and Carl were tightly spooned together and
Carl had a big smile on his face.  Ken was uttering soft, "Uh, uh, uhs, oh
that feels so good!"

"Shit Ken, can't you be true for one night?" I laughed because I knew from
Carl's facial expression where Ken's big prong was penetrating.  "Enjoying
it Carl?"  And he replied with a big, "Oh, yeah!"

Matt's head turned to me, "You could do that to me.  It's a nice way to
wake up!"

"Oh no I can't! I'm three years older than you and I don't want to be
jailed for sodomizing a minor.  Now get up and see if you still have
clothes and a tent."  I unzipped the bag and slipped out.  I pulled on my
shorts and boots and leaving the tent, went to the latrine to release the
pent up fluids from my hard rod.  I stood spread legged, my cock sticking
out of my shorts and a thick stream of hot steaming piss hitting the metal
trough and flowing down the drain hole.  Ken appeared beside me, his shorts
thrown over his shoulder, He was stroking his cock and the piss shot out of
it.  He looked at me, grinned and said, "Now this truly is the pause that
refreshes, Coca cola's second!"

Coming back from the latrine we saw that the boys tent had blown down and
off the platform.  Apparently the tent stakes had been loosened by the
rainwater and pulled out as the wind blew against their tent.  Being the
first tent in the row didn't help matters.  The wind hit it full aside.

The morning cooking crew was up and had things ready.  The fire was heating
water, the powdered eggs were being mixed, peach cobbler was cooking in the
Dutch oven, and the coffee was read to serve.  Someone had found canned
bacon and that was being readied to fry in the iron spyder.  A naked Matt
and Carl strode out from the latrine and over to where their tent had been.
The bedrolls were soaked. Fortunately they had closed their packs and were
able to find dry clothes to put on.  Stuart and Brian came over to help.
The teens spread the open sleeping bags over the ridge of their tent and
spread them out to dry.  Several others came over to help put up the tent.
I was very pleased to see the team developing as a whole working unit.

Ken went to our adult advisor and told him he wanted to take a few of the
boys down to the 'Cimarron' to see how high the river was running and find
the best place to cross.  The advisor gave the okay and Ken picked out a
group to accompany us down the slope of the mesa.  We could see the river
sparkle in the sunlight and saw the roadway that snaked its way down the
valley next to the river.  Ken mentioned that the town of Cimarron was just
around that bend.

We found a footbridge that spanned the river, but that wouldn't let the
burros cross, and we sure didn't want them forging the river.  Upstream was
the Harlan Bridge across the river, connecting the dirt road from the base
camp to the highway.  The burros would have to cross there and then come
down along the riverbank to the underpass into Turkey Canyon.  We'd
assemble at the underpass and then all proceed up the canyon to our next
campsite.

Ken asked if we wanted to go into Cimarron and see a western town.  He knew
a restaurant with bullet holes in the ceiling.  We could get a snack there
and then come back to camp.  We were all eager to see the town.  We
followed the river down along the highway and into town.  We found the
restaurant and ordered coffee and cherry pie with a spoon of ice cream.
The owner told us the story of the bullet holes as we polished off the pie
and coffee.  Ken started looking worried and hinted that we had better head
back to camp.

Ken led the group out of town and cross-country and up the side of Eagle
Nest mesa.  It was rough hiking over unbroken ground.  The chaparral
scratch at our arms and jeans.  The loose rock underfoot slowed down our
progress, and the sun started sinking behind the mountain.  We were half
way to camp when night settled over us and the dusk became blackness.  I
asked Ken if we were lost.

He addressed the group.  "Since its pitch black and the moon won't rise for
another hour or so, we are going to have to stick close together.  If you
look up toward the top of the mesa you'll be able to see a light.  That's
our beacon that we head for.  So again, stick close together and follow
me."  The trail that Ken was blazing was steeper the closer we got to camp
and the beacon became brighter the nearer we came.  Another half hour and
we walked into camp.  We were met by the ranger who was lowering the beacon
from the flagpole.  "If you hadn't come in now, we would have been out
looking for you.  Did you run into some trouble?'

Ken explained that we had hiked into Cimarron and it had taken more time
than he realized.  Our adult advisor told us that dinner had been hours ago
and most of the boys we in their tents sleeping and we should do that too.
He'd talk to us in the morning.

 A very tired six teens went to bed without a warm meal in their bellies.
I checked the pail of water over the cook fire.  It was still hot, so I
went to the tent and got a face cloth and poured some of the warm water
over it and wiped my face and arms with it.  I rinsed it and brought it
over to Ken who was adding a few small sticks to the embers.  I tenderly
wiped his face and neck.  I reached inside his jeans jacket and wiped his
chest and under his arms.  Withdrawing the cloth, I smelled his musky scent
and inhaled it.

"Let's get to bed!"  And we both walked to our tent.  He held the tent flap
open for me.  I climbed past him and sat down on my bedroll.  I felt a
rumble in my lower intestines.  I removed my clothes and slipped into my
sleeping bag, Ken slid behind me and held me in his arms.  We quickly fell
asleep.

I awoke with a start.  I quickly slid out of the bag and dashed behind
tent.  With my hand I scooped out a cat hole and squatted down over it.
They say a goose shit's loose, and I know I outdid that.  It was like
liquid.  I didn't feel good.  I reached around for something to wipe my
cheeks and found a leaf that helped.  I covered the mess and slowly walked
back to the latrine.  I found some paper and wiped myself clean.  I was
feeling worse.  Halfway back to the tent, I made a dash to the woods and
puked up cherries and thick cream.  I knelt there and emptied the contents
of my stomach.  Ken found me and helped me back to the tent.  He felt my
forehead and said I had a fever.  I just wanted to lay down and die.  He
covered me up and sat wrapped in his sleeping bag, watching my as I tossed
and turned in my bedroll.

When morning came, Ken helped me dress and took me to the ranger's cabin.
The ranger called ranch headquarters by radio and they gave him
instructions to bring me and any other boys that had similar feelings to
the base dispensary.  Two of Chas' boys and one of mine had similar
symptoms.  The ranger told Ken to have some of the boys gather our
equipment and load it on the truck.

It was a dusty, bumpy ride in the stake side truck down to ranch
headquarters.  Peter greeted us and gave all of us and small cup of
licorice tasting syrup.  He told us to all go over to the quad and bunk out
and try to sleep.  He come check on us in an hour to see how we were doing.

I awoke with Peter standing next to me.  I was in the upper bunk, and he
was leaning on the side rail, just looking at me.  He saw my eyes flutter,
then open.  "How you feeling, Larry?  You know you are really handsome when
you're sleeping."  He bent down and kissed me quickly on the cheek.

"Thanks, I think.  I do feel better, and hungry."  I wondered why he had
kissed me.

"Good, the other boys have gone to the mess hall for soup and toast.  I'll
walk you over.  I have to check that they don't eat too much and overload
their stomachs.  You've all had a case of diarrhea or dysentery.  I don't
know which, until I talk with all of you about what you've eaten or drank.
Apparently the medicine worked, as you are all ambulatory and hungry.
That's a good sign."

We walked slowly to the mess hall.  Peter helped himself to a few pieces of
toast and a large cup of coffee.  I asked for a cup of soup, and put
several pieces of toast on my tray and filled my cup with hot water, and
grabbed a couple of tea bags.  Mom had taught us boys that a stomach upset
would settle down when you sipped a strong cup of tea.  We joined the other
recovering teens and Peter started the questioning.

The ranger joined us and asked Peter if we were well enough to make it back
to camp.  Peter hesitated and told him he'd like to observe us today, and
felt he could release us tomorrow morning.  "Okay, I'll see you guys
tomorrow morning and we will join your group in short order.  That gives me
a day and evening to relax.  He winked at Peter, who smiled and winked at
me.  I knew that it would be a hot time in the old showers tonight.

We finished eating.  I told Peter I felt better.  He told us that we should
still have a light lunch, and stay away from any fatty foods, like ice
cream, sloppy joes, fries or malted milkshakes.  We should be sure to drink
enough water throughout the day and to sleep if we felt tired.

I offered to take the boys on a tour of the Kit Carson museum.  They all
agreed that it would be a good activity.  I walked them over, introduced
the ranger and took the boys through the museum, pointing to the artifacts
and repeating the stories Ken had told me.

The museum contains a large selection of pottery and artifacts of the
Pueblo Indians, as well as two huge tapestries collected by owners of the
land grant the ranch is located upon.

The day passed quickly.  Peter joined us for dinner and assured himself
that we had returned to normal hungry teens.  That evening we joined the
other campers viewing a John Wayne western movie in the mess hall.  After
munching on apples, popcorn and washing it down with bug juice, we walked
back to the quad and climbed into our bunks.  I fell asleep quickly,
missing Ken's warm, body next to mine.

The next morning, we were up and standing in line for breakfast.  The
ranger and Peter walked over to us and joined us for breakfast.  After a
hearty breakfast we left with the Ranger and rode back to Harlan camp to
join our group.

Ken met me as I jumped down from the truck.  He hoisted my backpack and
walked with me over to our campsite.  My crew greeted me with whoops and
hollers that the "master returns!" and I was plummeted with hearty back
slapping from all sixteen boys.  I really appreciated the warm welcome.  I
was regaled with stories of what I had missed, the hikes into the forest,
the climb to the mesa top, the rifle and archery range, the botany and
geological instruction.  Matt and Carl winked as they explained that I had
missed some real fun.  I thought I knew what they were hinting at.

Ken called the entire group together around a ramada and explained that we
were about to enter into a 12-mile hike up a dry, very dry, canyon.  We
were to be sure to tank up on water here, and be sure to have filled
canteens.  We'd water the burros at the river after crossing.  From the
minute we entered Turkey Canyon, water would be rationed.  We were reminded
to use the pebble trick to promote saliva.

Ken asked for questions.  He answered them fully.  After that we went to
the corral to pick up the burros.  My crew had done an excellent job in
packing, and I was real free with my compliments to them.  They were
beaming.  I also told them that I was proud of how they worked together
while I was incapacitated.  This brought on a lot of friendly back slapping
and high fives amongst them.

The wrangler and ranger wished us safe journey in Spanish, "Vios con dios!"
which in English translates to "Go with God!" and we did.  We slowly
proceeded down the dirt road that I had recently traveled in the truck.  It
was a long way down to the river and we were all perspiring from the heat
of the day and our exertion walking down.

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I think, dear readers, that this is a good place to stop.  We'll continue
with the trip up Turkey Canyon and our visit to bandito Black Jack's
Hideout in the next episode.  So hang in there with me.  I'll work
diligently to write the rest of the story for you.  Do let me know what you
liked about this episode, especially if you've traveled the same trails.


Larry - Laetuseros@aol.com
(Editor: Chipster - chipster071053@yahoo.com)