Date: Thu, 23 Aug 2001 07:54:38 -0400
From: polarbearbait@canoemail.com
Subject: Teenstuds in the Canadian Wilderness 3

The following story is fiction and contains explicit descriptions of
homosexual love-making between consenting men 18-years-old and over, a half
hour later in Newfoundland. All characters are fictitious and bear no
relation to actual persons living, dead, or sitting in the House of
Commons. If reading this is likely to offend you or your reading of this
will contravene a federal, provincial, state or local law or bylaw, or if
you are under legal age in your jurisdiction, then you are instructed to
delete this now.

The guys in this story live in a fictional world where there is no AIDS and
no sexually- transmitted diseases, so they don't use condoms. We don't live
in such a world. Anyone not using condoms today is an idiot, especially
those who think that they can avoid AIDS by sleeping only with young
guys. Anyone can be carrying the virus. Always practice safe hot sex.

Teenstuds in the Canadian Wilderness Part 3: on the Dock by
polarbearbait@canoemail.com

On the third afternoon, Chris had finished his work early and was sunning
himself on the dock by the swimming area, a towel draped over his eyes to
block out the sun. He still couldn't believe what had happened the previous
night in the cabin with his three hot new friends. As the sun warmed his
slim body, the blond 18-year-old ran his left hand over his smooth chest
and rubbed his perky pink boynipples.  His right hand stroked his taut
stomach, and brushed over the crotch of his electric blue speedos.  This
caused his teen dick to start to chub up a little.  As he replayed in his
mind stroking Jon's big hard dick, his hand gently stroked his growing
hard-on through the soft spandex bathing suit.

Lost in his reverie, Chris felt the warmth of the sun disappear from his
chest, and moved his hand from his crotch up to the towel covering his
eyes.  Moving the towel up, he was shocked to see Jon, the man of his
erotic dreams, standing over him, the sun shining on his bronzed skin.

"Howzitgoan, eh?"

Chris sat bolt upright and dropped the towel over his tented speedo to hide
the evidence of his erection.  His heart pounding, Chris searched for
something to say to cover his obvious excitement.  "Umm... sorry, I was
just napping.  I didn't hear you come up."  He looked up to see Jon, as
beautiful as ever, standing in a pair of tight black running shorts,
bulging over his soft but very big prick, and a ribbed t-shirt hugging his
solid pecs, flat stomach, and respectable biceps.  Chris's boycock throbbed
even harder.

"Thinking of me, were you?" Jon asked smugly.

"Fuck off, I wasn't think of you.  I was thinking about chicks," Chris
responded, worried that Jon would resume the teasing of last night.

"It's okay, guy.  I know you get off on me.  And why shouldn't you?  All
the girls, and a lot of guys get off on me.  That felt really good last
night, having your hand around my dick.  I wouldn't mind getting off like
that right now.  You seem to be 'up' for it," Jon said as he knelt down
beside Chris and snapped away the towel.  Jon took Chris's trembling hand
and pressed it against his own crotch.  "It looks like I won't be getting
any pussy this summer, so I could use some help."

Jon pressed Chris's hand harder into his own crotch, and began using it to
massage his hardening dick.  After a while, Jon knew that Chris needed no
further encouragement, and released the hand.  Jon moved his hand to
Chris's soft blond hair and began to stroke it. Chris kneaded the lump in
his crotch.  Jon paused to peal the tight t-shirt off his strong torso and
drop it onto the deck.  He hooked his hand under Chris's arms and hauled
the boy up to a kneeling position, and said quietly, "I saw how much you
enjoyed sucking on Jean-Guy's pecs last night.  I get off on that too," and
gently pushed the blond boy's head down to chest.

Chris tentatively stuck his pink tongue out and licked the beautiful young
man's brown nipple.  As he did this, Jon guided Chris's hand over the
waistband of his running shorts and into the hot groin.  Chris wrapped his
hand around the long slender dick as Jon lowered the shorts over his round
ass.

"That's what you wanted isn't it?" Jon asked.

Chris was too wrapped up in stroking the steel-hard cock, now extended to
its full
 ten inches, and in licking the hard pecs of the hunk he had been dreaming
about to answer.  His free hand was now stroking his own seven inch dick
through his bathing suit.

"Hey guy, it's all yours if you want it, and I know you want it.  I won't
say a word to anyone."

Chris tried to figure out what Jon was saying when he felt Jon's hand push
his head gently down.  Chris tried to resist, but Jon's powerful bicep
flexed, and Chris's weak will power crumbled. He felt Jon's rippled stomach
pass by his soft cheek as he realised that Jon want him to suck on that
long teencock.

Chris overcame his panic, and examined the ten-inch rod that was standing
rigidly upright almost touching Jon's belly button.  He had never seen
another boy's fuckpole this close before.  Chris crossed a bridge, and
stuck his tongue out cautiously, only to have Jon pull his head towards his
stomach.  Tongue met cockhead, Chris abandoned his caution and wrapped his
tongue around the hot red helmet of Jon's cock for his first (but certainly
not his last) taste of hot male beef.

Chris quickly guessed how to suck a cock, and ran his tongue down the long
pole to the bush of brown hair at its base, and then back up again to put
the whole head in his mouth.

"Oh, yeah, that feels so good," Jon moaned.  "Suck my big cock... suck me
off...."

Chris sucked on the Jon's cockhead and stroked the long shaft roughly.
With his other hand, Chris massaged Jon's swollen testicles that were
already painfully full despite his powerful orgasm the night before.  Chris
used one finger to stroke the perineum and began to take the long shaft
into his wet mouth.  Jon pushed forward, eager to get as much of his
throbbing teencock into the blond's hot wet mouth as possible.  The tight
ring the 18-year-old had formed with his soft
 pink lips stroked the long dick as it slid into Chris's mouth.  Chris used
his tongue to stimulate the teencock more, but worried as he felt it reach
the back of his mouth, and began to gag as Jon pushed further.

"Easy, guy.  I can get this in further.  It just takes some practice.  Tilt
your head back, relax, and don't think about gagging."

Chris followed Jon's instructions and had some success because he wanted
more than anything to have every last inch of that beautiful pole in his
throat.  Jon took it easy on Chris, only occasionally poking his stick down
the boy's throat as he began pistoning his long fuckpipe in and out of
Chris's mouth.

By now Chris had one hand stroking the tight pecs of the handsome young man
standing above him, and the other pounding his own young cock which he had
freed from his tight speedos.  He looked up to see the ecstasy on Jon's
striking visage as he thrust in and out of Chris's mouth.  Jon began to
grunt and almost to whine as the orgasm began to mount in his balls.  He
told himself that a blow job was a blow job, but in fact he was getting off
on the idea of another young guy getting off on him. It stroked his cocky
ego just as Chris was stroking his glistening shaft.

Chris pulled his mouth off Jon's studmeat and went after the heavy balls
hanging between Jon's tanned thighs.  First licking, and then sucking the
orbs one by one, he continued stroking both the long prong he had just been
sucking and his own raging hard-on.  Pre-come was now flowing from Jon's
come-slit, lubricating the throbbing cock and making Chris's hand feel even
more velvety.  The fertile testicles slipped in and out of Chris's wet
mouth as he slobbered all over Jon's scrotum.  Feeling Jon's thrusts
against his hand become more urgent, Chris wrapped his pink lips around the
cockhead again, and took as much of the fuckstick down his throat as he
could without choking, massaging it with his tongue as it went in.

Jon returned to pumping his teencock in and out of the blond's mouth,
heaving his torso against the boy's face, clutching mounds of soft blond
hair in each hand.  Chris grabbed Jon's ballsac and pulled down hard,
causing Jon to push his groin forward.  With one last thrust down Chris's
throat, the ten inches of hot steel began to erupt ropes of white come.
Jon pulled back so that Chris wouldn't gag, but made sure that half of his
cock remained lodged in the blond swimmer's mouth.

The feeling of Jon's hot studcream in his mouth brought Chris to a
thundering climax as his hand jacked his seven-inch boydick furiously.
Drops of pearly Chriscome sprayed up onto Jon's tanned legs, over his balls
and onto Chris's chin.  Chris sucked hard to get the last drops of sexjuice
out of the still-hard pole as Jon's
 knees began to buckle from the intensity of his orgasm.

As Jon fell to his knees, his long prick slipped from Chris's mouth and the
younger boy leaned his head on Jon's solid chest, his soft flaxen hair
brushing Jon's erect nipples, and the teenspunk on his chin smearing onto
the smooth skin.  As Jon leaned back and lay down, Chris fell on top of
him, squishing the two beautiful young cocks together and rubbing his young
slim body up and down the toned and tanned body of the other boy.  Chris
ran a hand through Jon's full wavy red- brown hair, and boldly, he kissed
Jon's lips softly.  Sensing no resistance, he stuck his come-covered tongue
into Jon's mouth.

Jon was surprised, but too exhausted from his orgasm to react quickly, and
allowed
 the kiss to go on for about ten seconds before placing his hands on
Chris's chest and pushing him up and off him.  "Hey, I'm not like that."

"You seemed to be like that a minute ago when you had your cock halfway
down my throat," Chris said as he ground his softening cock into Jon's.

"But I'm not a fag, okay?  I was just getting off," Jon said, inadvertently
swallowing his own salty come.

"Well, I guess I'm not either, then," Chris replied as got up, running his
sticky hand over Jon's perfect pecs, over his washboard stomach, and giving
the wilting erection a firm grope.  "And nothing gets said about this,
right?"

Continued in Part 4 -- In the Cabin

This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. Comments and
constructive criticism would be welcome at polarbearbait@canoemail.com