Date: Sun, 28 Oct 2001 06:29:13 -0500
From: polarbearbait@canoemail.com
Subject: Teenstuds in the Canadian Wilderness c. 7 of 7

Teenstuds in the Canadian Wilderness 7 (of 7) (M/M, anal, camp)

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 7 (of 7): Evening Swim
by polarbearbait@canoemail.com
October 2001

The boys spent their final day finishing off the remaining tasks to get the
camp ready for the campers and other staff to arrive the next day. Late in the
afternoon, they met again at the swimming dock to go for a dip to wash off
the day's sweat. After horsing around in the water for a while, they all climbed
back on the dock to dry themselves in the late afternoon sun.

Sprawled around the dock, the four naked young studs were a sight to behold.
Chris's slim body was stretched out nearest the water, his skin still lily-white,
with a mop of blond hair on his head, a slim, but toned chest showing off the
sleek muscles built while training in the pool, and long, strong legs. His pretty
boycock and balls lay soft and pink between his thighs.

Joey's brown aboriginal body provided both contrast and harmony with Chris's.
Like Chris, he was slim   only a little toned muscle in his arms, chest and legs.
But unlike Chris, his skin had already darkened significantly in the early summer
sun. His long black hair soaked the part of the dock it was splayed across. His
pert nipples jutted up from his smooth chest in response to the cold lake water.

Jean-Guy's large form covered another section of the dock   his olive skin taut
across his cantaloupe biceps, his powerful pecs, his impressive six-pack of abs,
and his strong, muscular legs. Even soft, his manmeat was thick and juicy,
lying across his thigh, letting the sun warm his huge gonads in their low-hanging
sac.

Jon completed the picture. The sun shone off his straight nose, his supple cheeks,
and plump lips. His broad shoulders rested against the dock. One's eye was
naturally drawn down his perfectly-formed pecs, his flat stomach to his narrow
waist. His long legs stretched out below the bundle that was the envy of all of
the boys   that ten-inch cock that even as it was now in one of its rare soft states,
stretched almost six inches, lying flay across the beautiful young man's smooth
lower belly, pointing to his navel.

Chris, realizing that this would be their last opportunity for fun before being
surrounded by campers and other staff, decided that there was no room for
being coy. "So guys, this is the last time we are going to be able to do anything
together without getting caught. I know you guys protested lot at the beginning,
but you seem to enjoy fooling around, so why don't we have one last blast together?"

Hearing no protests, Chris pressed the issue. "Okay, who's up for a blow-job?"

Jon sat up and smiled his melting smile at Chris, "You know I'm always up for a
blow-job, Chris, especially if it's from your pretty mouth." Jon's long cock was
already responding like Pavlov's dogs to the suggestion, and starting to point
more assertively up at Jon's pecs.

Chris stood up and walked over to Jon, but instead of kneeling down to take Jon's
beautiful cock in his mouth, he offered his own burgeoning lovepole to the sitting
 stud. "Actually, I was wondering who would like to give me one. And since
you've volunteered....

"Hey, no way, I didn't volunteer. You seem to forget that I am not a cocksucker.
You're the cocksucker. And you're not going to find a finer piece of meat
anywhere, so why don't you suck on this for a while?" Jon said, grabbing his
firm but not fully hard cock in one hand.

"Oh that's right, Jon, you don't have gay sex, do you?" Joey asked innocently.
"What was it, though, when Jean-Guy was fucking your pretty ass yesterday on
the island, eh? Oh, and of course, then there was the time last night when Chris
fucked you really hard and shot his spunk deep into your well-fucked ass.... But
you're not a cocksucker. You're a macho straight guy, aren't you?"

"Joey's got you there, Jon. I'm not going to put up with your macho bullshit
tonight. You want me to get you off, you're going to have get me off, too. You
might as well admit that you enjoy it," Chris added.

Jon was taken aback at Chris's boldness, but reluctantly looked up at Chris's
lengthening manhood and put his pouty lips to its head, bumping it gently. Jon
opened his lips slightly, stuck out his tongue and touched it to Chris's teendick.
Casting aside his attitude, Jon took the whole head of Chris's cock in his mouth
and began to roll his tongue around it. It didn't take any more to bring Chris's
cock to full erection, his seven inch joystick protruding proudly out from his
young loins and into the mouth of the beautiful object of his obsession.

Chris placed his hands on the back of Jon's head to fondle his soft long hair and
encourage the teenstud to take more of his surging cock into his mouth. Jon,
always the sexual over-achiever, tried to take too much at once, swallowing
most of the seven-inch pole in one go, and gagging slightly. He gave his throat
a rest by licking up and down the long shaft, and swirling his tongue around the
pink head. He tried to remember all the things that he liked girls doing to him
when they gave him oral sex. His mind flashed to the blow-job that Chris had
given him on the same dock two days earlier. That memory brought his own
cock to a full, throbbing erection.

Jon again went after the whole length, this time taking it more slowly and easing
the hot spike down his throat one inch at a time.

Chris was overcome as Jon constricted his throat muscles around the young
man's cock. "Oh yeah, Jon, take my cock down your throat. Your mouth feels
so good around my cock. Come on, stud, suck the come out of my balls! I want
to shoot my spunk down your throat."

Joey and Jean-Guy had been watching keenly, Joey having stroked his own
cock to full erection watching the hot action before him. He looked over at
Jean-Guy, caught his eye and smiled.

"Well, I can't believe it, but I guess I ham goin' to have to do you now, Joey.
Viens ici."

Joey jumped up like a spring toy and presented his six-and-a-half inch boycock
to the muscle stud. Without hesitation, Jean-Guy grabbed the throbbing cock
at the root and sucked the head into his hot mouth and began sucking and
licking almost enthusiastically. Unlike the previous day when Jon tried to
facefuck Jean-Guy, this time, Jean-Guy was in control, and could focus on
trying to give pleasure to his young friend. He quickly learned what got the
biggest moans from Joey, and did his best to devour the Creestud's cock and
teen 'nads.

Jean-Guy worried that the sexually less-experienced teen would blow too quickly,
and wanted to give his little buddy as much pleasure as possible. Remembering
how hot Chris's rimjob was the day before, Jean-Guy spun Joey around to focus
on his other erotic zone for a while. Jean-Guy pulled those supple brown cheeks
apart, and lavished his tongue on the rosebud he found in between, just as Chris
had done to him the day before. Joey's round butt was smooth, hairless, and
tasted of crystal clean lake water.

Joey was now leaning against a wide bench in the middle of the dock to give
Jean-Guy maximum access to his fuckchute, and had spread his legs wide. "Oh
Jean-Guy! That is fantastic! Stick your tongue up my ass! Fuck my tight ass with
your tongue!"

Chris's breathing was becoming heavier, and Jon could sense the boyjuice starting
to churn in Chris's sperm-filled balls. "Okay, boys, this is good, but I want some
ass. Specifically, I want your sweet little ass, Chris. And I think you want to try
to take my fuckrod up your ass. "

"Jon, you're fucking huge. I do want to take that huge cock up my ass, but you're
going to have to take it really easy. I've never been fucked. But I'm glad that you're
going to be my first." Chris dropped to his knees and planted a wet kiss on Jon's
lips.

Jon pulled away a bit, and Chris said, "You're going to have to loosen me up. See
what Jean-Guy is doing?"

Chris stood up again, and presented his cute, smooth boybutt to Jon, who after a
moment's hesitation, pulled the white melons apart, and pressed his tongue into
Chris's hairless valley. The connection of the tip of Jon's tongue to the puckered
rosebud of Chris's tightly clenched ass sent an electric jolt through the eighteen-
year-old's slim body. Jon quickly moved to licking up and down Chris's crack,
slicking it up with lots of spit. Jon was looking forward to this, and wanted to
make sure that Chris wouldn't complain once he had ten full inches of Jonmeat
up his ass. Prying Chris's cheeks apart further, Jon poked his wet tongue into
Chris's hole, shoving his tongue as deep as he could into the dark tunnel.

Chris was moaning loudly again, worried that his first ever rimjob would cause
him to come even before Jon began to fuck.

With his tongue pushed deep into Chris's virgin ass, waggling around as much
as he could in the tight orifice, Jon reached one hand out to grab the bottle of
tanning oil he had left on the dock, and deftly squirted some out onto his fingers.
Jon swiftly popped his tongue out of Chris's hole and gently pressed his oily
index finger in. As Jon's tongue worked the tender skin of Chris's crack between
his hole and his ballsack, the finger glided in and out of Chris's rectum, each time
pushing a little deeper and pressing a little more against the walls.

Chris was bent over and leaning against the bench, afraid that his legs would give
out and he would fall over because of the intensely erotic feelings in his ass. Jon
had now sucked both of Chris's young 'nads into his mouth while his finger was
working the boy's ass. Rolling the balls around in his mouth, Jon began poking
at Chris's backdoor with a second finger while the first fucked the virgin ass.

Scooting under the moaning and heaving blond, Jon took Chris's seven-inch
joystick into his mouth as he pushed his middle finger an inch into the teen's
ass, joining the index finger already deeply imbedded. Chris moaned loudly,
and his teencock ejected a gob of pre-come into Jon's mouth.

Jean-Guy was keeping an eye on the hot action between Chris and Jon while
rimming Joey's tight butt and stroking his six-and-a-half inch throbber. He
paused and asked Joey, "'ow about you try to take me? I will be very gentle.
If it hurts too much, we can stop."

Joey took a moment to respond. Before coming to Camp Pine Lake, he had
never really thought about his sexuality. He know the other guys on the reserve
talked about sex with girls all the time   which ones would put out and which
wouldn't   and he knew that he had trouble being interested in girls, but he
had never really understood his interest in other boys until the past few days.
This was all so new to him, but here he was about to take the thickest cock he
could imagine up his tight butt. He couldn't imagine being on his back with
the huge musclestud on top of him ramming his huge dick into his ass. But he
knew he had to try.

Remembering how Jean-Guy agreed to be fucked the day before, and both
excited and frightened by the thought of taking Jean-Guy's thick, eight-and half
inch monster up his ass, Joey gasped "Alright... we can try... it," between moans.

Jean-Guy sat back and applied a healthy amount of oil to his fingers. He pried
the supple brown cheeks of Joey's boybutt apart and studied the brown pucker,
that was already slick and wet from the lengthy rimjob. Jean-Guy looked at his
own dick, long, beer can thick and pulsing and wondered how the hell he would
get that log wedged into the tiny little hole in Joey's backside.

But he was resolved to do it, and he pressed the tip of his index finger into the
pucker. Because the ground had been prepared by Jean-Guy's tongue, the fingertip
slipped in without much difficulty, although Joey instinctively tensed at the
intrusion into his virgin ass.

"Relax, mon petit gars. You will have to relax if I am going to get in you."

Joey relaxed all of his muscles, and Jean-Guy's finger began in its journey deep
into Joey's anal channel. Once it made it all the way, Jean-Guy began to wiggle it,
twisting it around, and easing it in and out of Joey's butt. Joey quickly began to
enjoy the new sensations in his never-before penetrated rectum.

With a now-wider hole, and with Joey focussing on relaxing his cute butt muscles,
Jean-Guy was able to get a second big finger in, although this one clearly caused
Joey some discomfort. Jean-Guy paused for a while, massaging Joey's erect
teencock while letting his ass adjust to the presence of two thick fingers. After
a couple of minutes, Jean-Guy began the pressure again, twisting pushing,
withdrawing, massaging, and Joey again began to relax.

Jean-Guy looked at his two fingers imbedded in Joey's brown butt, and his own
massive cock resting on top of his meaty balls, and decided to push another
finger in.

"What the fuck are you doing? Are you planning to push your whole arm up my
ass, Jean-Guy?" Joey cried out.

"Take it easy, Joey. I jus' wan' to make it okay for you when I put my cock in.
If you can take t'ree fingers, I t'ink you can take my cock," Jean-Guy said
reassuringly.

"I guess   ouch   you're right. Mind you, your cock is probably almost as thick
as your arm."

Joey again tried to relax. Joey trusted Jean-Guy, who had been protective of him
since they had both arrived at the camp, so he knew that Jean-Guy would not do
anything to hurt him. The third finger began to slide gently in and out.

Jon had moved further. He took his fingers out of Chris's bubble butt, and gently
guided the blond boy down onto his back on the bench, placing a towel under
him to avoid splinters.

"Okay, Chris, this is going to be really good," Jon said eagerly as he hoisted
Chris's legs on his own shoulders. Jon saw the apprehension on Chris's face
as he manoeuvred the head of his cock between Chris's supple cheeks. To calm
the pretty blond boy, Jon cracked a smile that would melt even straight man's
heart. On Chris, it had the effect of making the eighteen-year-old wish that Jon's
ten-inch loverod was already plowed deep into his bowels.

Chris relaxed, and Jon began to press the well-oiled cockhead against the virgin
pucker. Locks of Jon's reddish brown hair fell fetchingly over his eyes as he
leaned forward and entered Chris's waiting ass. Chris caught his breath, and then
tried to relax as an inch of the steel hard mancock slid into his fuck tunnel.
Chris's eyes rolled back into his head. He knew that he wanted this more than
anything   well, almost as much as another chance to fuck Jon's perfect ass. He
began to want Jon to push in faster, even though the long, thick pole was
pressing the walls of his fuckchute in ways that they had never been pressed
before. Chris felt each inch of the invader fill up his anal canal as Jon pushed
deeper and deeper into the recesses of the boy's ass.

With half a foot of Jonmeat in his ass, Chris put his hand to Jon's toned chest to
indicate that he needed a break to get used to the new feelings in his ass. Jon
paused, and Chris began to stroke the tanned pecs, playing a little with the
pert nipples.

"Are you okay now? Can I keep going?" Jon asked eagerly.

Chris was amazed at the change in Jon's attitude since Chris had started being
more assertive. He was glad -- he couldn't imagine that Jon would have asked
before, and he was glad to be in control. But he was ready for more: "Yeah...
keep it coming. Give me more of your hard dick, Jon. Put it all up my ass."

"You can be sure of that," Jon said as he renewed his invasion. "I'm not stopping
until I have all ten inches of my fuckmeat deep in your ass, Chris. I'm going to
give you pleasure in places you never knew existed."

Just as Jon said this, the head of his magnificent cock brushed against Chris's
prostate, giving the eighteen-year-old a jolt like and electric shock. Chris gasped.
"Holy fuck... you keep doing that, and you can fuck me forever!"

"I might just do that, studmuffin. Your ass is so sweet, I could really get used to
fucking you."  Jon gave one last push, and had now planted all ten thick inches
of his manhood in Chris's tight ass. He stopped to let Chris get used to it.

Chris was blown away by the whole scene   having Jon's beautiful face smiling
over him, being allowed to stroke the taut, tanned pecs, being fucked on the swim
dock by the gorgeous stud he had idolized for days, taking his ten-inch long, steel
hard cock all the way into his virgin ass, and having his prostate massaged by the
purple helmet of this powerful cock.

The blond became overwhelmed: his breathing was hard and heavy, his body
began to shake, his passion erupted from his loins, and with a loud yell he came
  and he came hard. With several more grunts, hot teencome rocketed out of his
seven-inch fuckrod in long ropes, blasting onto his own slim torso, his cock
jerking up and spraying Jon's muscular torso and flat abs, his tight, hot ass
muscles contracting around the massive penetrating cock.

"Holy fuck! I am fucking coming! Fuck me you bastard! Fuck me now and fuck
me hard!" Chris yelled, to everyone's surprise.

Jon was stunned, but wasn't going to turn down that incredible invitation. He
grabbed the boy's heaving body and began to withdraw his long hard cock, only
to push it back in as Chris writhed beneath him. Jon realized that Chris was lost
 in his own orgasmic peak, and began to focus on enjoying this fuck instead of
worrying about how Chris was taking it.

Jon began to pull out and push in faster, taking longer and longer fucks into the
eighteen-year-old's slim body. The satin walls of Chris's tender ass were still
grabbing and squeezing Jon's throbbing teencock as Chris's orgasm subsided.
Jon was pulling out almost his full ten inches before slamming it back in
mercilessly.

"Fucking eh this is fantastic! I have never fucked anything so tight as this! Man,
I wish I had fucked you the first day we got here!" Jon bellowed.

Jean-Guy and Joey had watched Jon's full penetration of Chris's boybutt and the
smaller teen's thundering climax as he was impaled on ten solid inches of Jonmeat,
and they both knew how much they wanted to follow suit.

"Come on, big man, give me your cock. I think I can take it, and I know I want.
Fuck me, dude," Joey said breathily to Jean-Guy.

With one massive arm flexing in the sun, Jean-Guy effortlessly hoisted Joey up
onto the wide bench that Chris was lying on, his three fingers remaining lodged
in Joey's very stretched rectum. The muscular stud placed the slim young man
down on a towel so he was lying almost head to head with Chris. Jean-Guy
now faced the furiously pounding Jon from the opposite end of the bench.

Jean-Guy eased Joey's slim, almost hairless brown legs up and back to allow
easier access. Only now did the hockey player withdraw his big fingers, allowing
Joey's anal pucker to snap shut. Holding Joey's ankles up in the air with his left
hand, Jean-Guy hefted his horsecock in his right hand, slathered it with oil, and
carefully positioned the very tip of the flaring cockhead against the entrance to
Joey's still-tight fuckhole. Looking into Joey's dark brown eyes, Jean-Guy could
see the younger teen's apprehension. To reassure Joey that he didn't want to do
anything to hurt him, the straight hunk leaned forward and kissed Joey on the lips.

This long, passionate kiss from his protector helped Joey relax and feel safe. He
tried to release the tension from his body as Jean-Guy cautiously pushed his
flange between Joey's perfectly round cheeks. Despite all of Jean-Guy's
preparations, to Joey, it still felt like a telephone pole being rammed up his
butt. He winced as the whole big head of that shiny, thick, hard mancock
plunged into his tight, quivering anus.

"Keep going, Jean-Guy, I can take it. I've got to...."

Jean-Guy was torn between his fear of hurting Joey, and his horny desire
to shove his mammoth schlong deep into the tight, dark hole in Joey's rear
end. He pushed in a little. Joey sucked in his breath.

"No, Joey, you 'ave to keep breed'ing, in and hout, in and hout."

Joey laughed at the double entendre caused by Jean-Guy's mispronunciation,
and this caused him to relax his body, allowing Jean-Guy to slide in a little more.

"Oh, Jean-Guy, I can't believe I have taken your whole cock in me! I have
never felt filled up like this before!"

"Uh, I ham sorry to tell you dis, Joey, but I ham only about 'alf way in."

"Oh fuck," Joey groaned. "I don't think I have any ass left to give you."

Jean-Guy withdrew his thick spike an inch, and slowly slid it back in about an
inch and a half. Joey moaned this time, starting to feel some of the pleasure of
being plugged by an impossibly thick slab of hunk. Jean-Guy paused, allowing
Joey to get used to this further penetration, and repeated the process, taking
short breaks in between, Joey squirming and moaning beneath him.

Eventually, with a lot of effort, and a lot of will-power t resist the temptation to
fuck Joey hard without regard to the boy's discomfort, Jean-Guy had finally
managed to shove his entire eight-and-a-half inches of steel-hard, throbbing
studmeat into Joey's tight anal canal.

Again, Jean-Guy paused. "Bravo, p'tit gars, I ham completely inside you now.
An' it feel great!" I 'ave never felt anyt'ing so tight. Not even Jon was dis tight!"

Jean-Guy leaned down to kiss Joey again by way of thanks, and this time Joey
opened his lips and stuck his tongue into Jean-Guy's mouth. The straight stud
was surprised, but accepted Joey's tongue, and repaid in kind, pushing his tongue
into Joey's mouth. The two teenstuds French kissed passionately with Jean-Guy's
huge fuckpole buried all of the way in to Joey's ass.

Joey was relieved that his poor ass would not be asked to take in anything more
than this, but was very uncomfortable. As much as he wanted to be fucked by
Jean-Guy, he hoped that it would be over soon because his ass was stretched way
beyond what would be comfortable.

Jean-Guy began to pull out, sliding in again, to build up to some serious fucking,
but he saw the discomfort in Joey's face, and slowed down. After a few more
attempts to do some real fucking, Jean-Guy realized that the huge dick that others
had drooled over was getting in the way of being able to pleasure his partner.

Seeing Jon plugging Chris, who had already come once without touching himself
when Jon began fucking him, Jean-Guy came up with an idea. "'Ey, Jon, I ham
too t'ick for Joey. I t'ink I ham 'urting 'im. Why don' we switch places? Maybe
Chris can take me, 'cause 'e is already use' to you?"

Jon and Chris looked into each other's eyes as Jon gave another mighty full-
length thrust into Chris's now-loosened ass, and knowing that it would be all
right with him, said, "Sure thing, big guy. I'd love at chance at Joey's hot ass."

One last powerthrust into Chris, and Jon pulled his slick ten inches out of Chris's
pummelled ass as slowly as he could. Jon lowered Chris's legs to take a rest, and
his seven inches of randy boymeat popped up from his stomach, now fully hard
again.

Jean-Guy leaned over and kissed Joey's lips again, "T'ank you, Joey. I ham sorry
that it is too big for you. But I ham glad dat I was your first." Jean-Guy eased his
horsecock out of Joey's poor ass, and let his legs down.

As the two topstuds walked past each other to take up their new positions, their
raging fuckpoles bounced in front of them, the oil on them causing them to shine
in the late afternoon sun. The teenhunks' heavy, come-filled balls wobbled back
and forth in their large sacs, flopping between their powerful thighs.

Jon playfully slapped Jean-Guy's round buttock and said, "Hey, thanks for warming
him up for me. And don't go easy on Chris   he likes to get fucked hard and fast.
I'm sure that your big dick is just what he wants right now."

Ignoring Jon's bravado, Jean-Guy moved between Chris's legs. Chris looked up
at the six feet and one inch of bronzed stud, the curly black lock of hair falling
 over a handsome face, the slabs of pec muscle, the washboard abs, and most
importantly, the thick eight-and-half inches of fuck meat between Jean-Guy's
legs, and almost came again. Being fucked by another incredible stud on the
same afternoon was beyond Chris's wildest dreams.

Without hesitating, Chris lifted his legs up, spread his cheeks, and said, "Fuck
me, Jean-Guy. Fuck me hard!"

This time, Jean-Guy knew there was no need to be too gentle. Chris's ass,
which had been virgin earlier in the day, had been broken in by ten inches of
prime teencock   not the arm-thick battering ram that Jean-Guy had between
his legs, but thick enough the prepare Chris's ass for what was to come.

Jean-Guy poured some oil on his big right hand and wrapped around his thick
fuckpole. The musclestud leaned over the prone eighteen-year-old below him.
Resting his left hand beside Chris's slim chest, Jean-Guy carefully guided his
manrammer towards Chris's tender butthole.

"Are you ready for dis, Chris?"

"God, yes, Jean-Guy. Come on and give it to me. Fuck my tight ass! Slam it into me!"

Amazed at Chris's new aggressiveness, and excited by the young man's desire to
have his ass plugged, Jean-Guy pressed his big mushroom head against Chris's
anal opening, and with a small thrust, pushed it through the sphincter.

Chris gasped. "Oh God. That is fucking huge.... But don't stop... I want all of you
in me, Jean-Guy. Keep going."

Jean-Guy, one hand now on each of Chris's shoulders, began to push forward,
slowly, steadily and powerfully. Giving Chris no respite, he gradually pushed
inch by inch of his eight-and-a-half inch prong into the boy. Chris broke into a
sweat, his face scrunched up as the huge post invaded his teenaged ass, determined
to take it all without crying out.

Chris had lusted after Jon's handsome face, his beautiful hair and his long dick,
but he knew that his real challenge was taking in Jean-Guy's truly magnificently
thick cock. He gasped again, and spread his legs as wide as he could, willing his
ass to expand to accept Jean-Guy's impressive girth.

Finally, the huge cock nudging against Chris's prostate, Jean-Guy's steady thrust
came to a halt. Chris looked down to see Jean-Guy's jet black pubic bush pressed
into his own hairless pink ass. He looked up open-mouthed at Jean-Guy, who
broke into a wide grin, his white teeth shining out from his darkly tanned face.

"Oh fuck. I can't believe it, Jean-Guy."

"I can' belief it eed'er. You took my big cock all de way without crying. You will
make some hung dude a great husband some day, Chris."

"Thanks, I think. But let me take a breather here. I fell so stuffed, there is no room
for my lungs to expand. Fuck, your cock is huge," Chris puffed.

Jean-Guy, having shoved his massive mancock all the way into Chris's boybutt,
now penetrated Chris's mouth with his forceful tongue as the two teenhunks began
to play a passionate game of tonsil-hockey.

Jon had also taken up position between Joey's legs, but sensing that Joey needed a
break after his ass had been stretched way out of shape by Jean-Guy's tremendous
log, Jon amused himself by massaging Joey's silky thighs, tweaking his little
brown nipples, and coaxing his limp dick to erection.

As Joey began to relax, Jon's raging cock began to look for a hot place to push
into. The handsome stud grabbed his long poker and rubbed the shiny purple head
against Joey's entrance, smearing his copious pre-come around the pucker. Joey
smiled, and Jon spread Joey's legs wider so that he could rub the throbbing cock
head up and down Joey's hairless crack.

Jon had noticed that Jean-Guy's kiss had seemed to make Joey more willing. He
pushed his ten-incher against Joey's lengthening cock and lay down on top of the
cute Cree boy. Their cocks were sandwiched between their flat stomaches, both
leaking sexjuice onto the tanned and brown skin. Jon stroked Joey's soft long hair,
looked smolderingly into his eyes, and kissed him full on the lips.

After a passionate kiss, Jon stood up again, splashed some more oil on his long
cock, and aimed it at Joey's tiny brown butthole. He gently pushed the head in,
and paused.

After having his ass pried open by Jean-Guy's log, Jon's slender cock was more
comfortable, and Joey said, "It's okay, Jon, I can take if you go easy."

Jon smiled a crooked grin, and gently pushed in a couple of inches, and slowly
withdrew. Another inch in, and out again. And another, in and out. He paused.
He pushed in again, burying half of my majestic fuckprong into the eighteen-
year-old, and withdrew. Joey began to moan softly, and Jon continued this
gentle half-fuck for a couple of minutes before saying, "Brace yourself Joey,
I'm going all the way in!"

Again withdrawing, and then sliding in, each time a little farther, Jon worked
towards his goal of burying his long sexpole deep into Joey's ass. With each
gentle push, Joey was surprised how deep Jon was plunging into his anal canal.
Having had it stretched incredibly by Jean-Guy's fencepost cock, Joey was
not uncomfortable, and was beginning to enjoy the feeling of Jon sliding in
and out.

Joey noticed the difference when Jon pushed past the eight-and-a-half inch
depth to which Jean-Guy had penetrated, but now Jon's dick was rubbing
against Joey's prostate each time he slid in and out, and so Joey no longer
cared. He only wanted more.

"Oh, Jon, that feels incredible. Come on, fuck me faster. Give me your full
ten inches!"

Jon smiled again. His fantastic teencock that had made him desired by most
of the women of his small town obviously had the same effect on men. His
ego having been stroked, Jon leaned over and kissed Joey again, their
tongues exploring each other's mouths as Jon pushed the rest of his ten
inches of hot cockmeat into Joey's tender rear end.

"Fuck, Joey, I saw you being plowed by Jean-Guy's huge cock, but you are
still so fucking tight, I can't believe you've taken anything up your little ass
before me!"

"You've plugged your cock *way* deeper than Jean-Guy did, but it feels so
fucking good. You just keep shoving it in there, because I'm in heaven now,
Jon," Joey moaned.

Jon pushed his lean torso up from Joey and began to slide in and out of the
tight rectum, quickly building speed. Joey squirmed underneath him, but not
in pain, but in sheer ecstasy as Jon's cockhead rubbed back and forth across
his sensitive prostate, and as the satiny walls of his ass were massaged by
Jon's slicked-up but steel-hard anal probe.

Jon settled in for the long haul, wanting to make this fuck last since he knew
it would be his last of the summer. He also realized how turned on he was
becoming about fucking tight male ass instead of sloppy cunt like he was
used to, and wanted to make his first experience of fucking men last as long
as possible.

Jon's lean body shone in the sun as he pistoned in and out of the lithe brown
body under him. His toned muscles expanded and contracted as he began to
launch full-body thrusts into Joey. His red-brown hair was blown away from
his face by a stiff breeze from the lake. His graceful ten inches of manhood
appeared and disappeared into Joey's vacuuming ass with amazing frequency.
The two hot studs moved as one as the hot, erotic fuck-ballet increased in
intensity.

Jon grunted. Joey moaned. The blood and hormones raged. Both hot young
men poured sweat. Joey's fuckchute was continuously lubricated by Jon's
pre-come, now spewing regularly out of his come-slit. Jon's meaty balls
bounced off of Joey's smaller ball sac. Joey's six-and-a-half inch teencock
stuck straight up, poking into Jon's abs each time Jon shoved his long pole
into Joey's ass.

Chris had gradually adjusted to being impaled on Jean-Guy's thick horsecock,
and their tongues were now exhausted from the deep-Frenching. Jean-Guy
pushed himself up, his biceps bulging as he heaved his massive body.

Jean-Guy shook his black locks out of his eyes, gazed down at Chris, and
flexed his broad shoulders and powerful back. Jean-Guy's lats flared out as
Chris gaspsed. Jean-Guy's sudden flex pumped even more blood into his
already engorged cock, and Chris felt another surge of heat deep in his ass.
He also felt another stream of steaming pre-come flow into his fuckchute.

Chris looked up at the handsome Quebecois, and with lust in his eyes and
voice, said, "I'm ready, Jean-Guy. Fuck my ass. And fuck me so I won't
ever forget it."

Jean-Guy smiled broadly, leaned forward on his muscular arms, and began
to withdraw his massive organ from Chris's tight, clutching ass. Chris
immediately felt the absence of the hot pole that had completely filled his
ass as it withdrew. He was almost relieved as it started to slide back in, but
its massiveness again overwhelmed him.

Jean-Guy's slow withdrawals and equally slow penetrations gave Chris a
buzz   almost a steady, low level orgasm   he was perilously close to his
second orgasm of the afternoon, but not quite there. His seven-inch prong
was painfully erect now, and Chris began to stroke it, being careful not to
bring himself off.

The dark, muscular, hung stud began to ram his thick fuckmeat more powerfully
into the lithe blond teen, the urgency of his lust overcoming his desire to
prolong the glorious fuck. The heat and tight grasp that Chris's tender fuckchute
had on Jean-Guy's raging hard-on was giving the hockey player sensations
that he had never had when fucking a woman. Chris's ability to take the wide
battering ram without complaint allowed Jean-Guy to shove it into the wet
hole with a force he had never been able to use before. And the fact that Chris
was getting off on being fucked hard, made the encounter even more erotic
for the straight hunk.

"Yeah, that's it, stud. Fuck my ass. Shove it in there. Give me all of your
huge cock...." Chris cried out as Jean-Guy slammed him again and again
and again.

Jean-Guy began to jackhammer Chris's ravaged ass, and watched the teenboy's
pretty face twist around in ecstasy. As he continued pistoning his huge fuckrod
into Chris's ass, his gaze was caught by the scene beyond Chris's head, and he
looked up to see Jon giving Joey ten-inch long powerthrusts.

Joey was moaning loudly, and his teencock was spewing pre-come over his
taut brown stomach as Jon's graceful, long fuckstick slide in and out of his
tight, perfect ass. Concentration and exquisite joy displayed themselves
across Jon's handsome face as he plowed into the slim young man on the
bench.

Jon opened his eyes and saw Jean-Guy watching him rabbit-fucking Joey
while Jean-Guy was slamming his own slab into Chris's supple butt. Jon
broke into a big grin, and said, "This is fucking hot, isn't it, stud? Burying
your rod into a hot dude? Unhhh... makes up for there being no chicks
around, doesn't it? Fuck... it's better in a lot of ways... unh... they're tighter...
unh... they can take it harder... unh...."

"I t'ink you... ohhhh... are right, dere, Jon...." Jean-Guy grunted between
thrusts.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to come.... unh.... ohhhh....yeahhhh.....!" Joey bellowed
as hot, white come began to shoot out of his hard teencock. Globs of spunk
hit Jon's face. The next ones landed with a splat on his chest. Jon slammed
home again, forcing another shot of semen to arc back over Joey's stomach
and land on his own chest making a stark contrast of pearly white on soft
brown skin.

"Oh... yeah.. Come one, stud... fuck the come out of me...." Joey wailed as
Jon quickened the pace and increased the force of his thrusts, determined
to heighten the intensity of Joey's orgasm.

Chris couldn't hold off his orgasm any longer and with a loud moan began
to shoot his teensauce in large wads on Jean-Guy's thrusting torso and on
his own chest. "Oh, man, that is so sweet.... I have never... unh... come like
this before... come on, Jean-Guy, keeping fucking my ass...." Chris moaned.

Jean-Guy continued slamming hard into Chris's tender butt and felt his own
manjuice begin to jolt out of his come-filled balls and rocket through his
hard meat. Chris felt Jean-Guy's dick head swell within him. Jean-Guy
began to flood Chris's hot ass with shot after shot after shot of steaming
come.

Another hard thrust from Jean-Guy hit Chris's prostate and forced another
bullet of come to shoot out of Chris's hard cock over his head and land on
Joey's come-covered chest.

Jean-Guy pulled his monster dick roughly out of the blond's hard fucked ass
and began to jerk it hard, milking the manspunk out of his horsecock, pouring
it onto Chris's soft white belly and chest. Come gushed like a fountain out
of the thick slab of meat, coating Chris's torso in a slick layer of fuckcream.

Seeing the outrageous gushing of come from Jean-Guy's fuckrod caused Jon
to finally hit his peak and begin to shoot his seed deep into Joey's gut. Jon
followed Jean-Guy's lead, pulling his long staff out of Joey's thoroughly
fucked butt with a 'pop'. With long strokes, Jon added his mancome to the
downpour of spunk, shooting long ropes of come over Joey's head, landing
on Chris's face and chest. One large drop landed on Jean-Guy's massive
right pec. More Jonspunk flew out, landing on Joey's face and slim torso,
adding to the pools of come already there.

Joey and Chris's cocks continued to drool come onto their stomaches as
their stretched rectums began to contract back to a more normal state, both
teens still shuddering from their tremendous orgasms.

Jean-Guy and Jon rubbed their still hard cocks on the stomaches of their bottom
boys, squeezing out the remaining drops, their big balls now drained in the most
earth-shattering orgasms each of the teenstuds had ever had.

All four of the studs was splattered in come, but most of all Joey and Chris who
were drenched in slimy white semen   their own, each other's and most of all,
the hot sexjuice of the hunks who had just fucked them hard and long.

Exhausted Jon collapsed on top of Joey, and Jean-Guy on top of Chris, each
resting on his own elbows so that the two well-fucked boys could regain their
breath. Four chests expanded and contracted, heaving to refill their lungs after
their athletic and intense fuckfest.

Chris reached up to bring Jean-Guy's handsome face down to his own, and
licked the gob of Jon's come off Jean-Guy's cheek before pushing his tongue
into the hockey stud's mouth. Jean-Guy and Chris kissed passionately, sharing
Jon's steaming, salty come between them. Their chests and stomaches slid
together, sealed by the large amount of come coating Chris's body.

Jon lowered himself onto Joey's small frame and plunged his tongue into the
Cree's mouth for a long kiss. Their bodies also fused by the slick product of
their furious fuck.

After a while, slowly regaining their breath returned to normal, both couples
rolled over onto their sides, gently kissing and fondling each other. Savouring
the last opportunity that they would have for intimate contact before the
arrival of other staff and campers. Savouring the last moments of hot mansex
that none of them had ever expected they would have or enjoy. Savouring
the bonds that had developed between over the past few days as they had
discovered passion and each other.

Slowly, the sun began to set over Pine Lake.


Author's note: This is the end of this series. I want to thank everyone who
has written in their encouragement. Please let me know what you have thought
of these last couple of chapters, and of the series. I am always looking for
suggestions on how I can improve my writing style.

I may bring the boys back individually for adventures in future stories. E-mail
me also if you would like to receive notice of stories that I may post in the future.
Thanks for reading.

Remember, even the hot sex these studs have had isn't worth dying painfully
for -- always practice safe sex. polarbearbait@canoemail.com