Date: Fri, 17 Aug 2007 15:46:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: SauronTheDarkLord <SauronTheDarkLord@gay.com>
Subject: If Only VIII - Canaan Continues

Welcome back to Lake Canaan.  Lake Canaan is a mythical place, which is why
this story is what we call `fiction'.  So if you enjoy the descriptions of
the variety of sexual activities that take place here, great; just don't
try to replicate them in the real world.  That would be naughty.


My post-coital nap was no sooner begun than ended.  While I suppose I could
have been relieved that the violent shaking I felt was not the result of
activity along the New Madrid fault,that would have required me to be awake
and alert.  An abbreviated nap after virtually no sleep the night before
had left me neither.

"He's not moving, Scott.  Get the ice bucket."

"That won't be necessary, gentlemen.  As you can see I have rejoined the
living."

"From my point of view that's problematic," Scott observed, "but I'm
willing to take you at your word."

"Caffeine deficiency" Sean suggested.  "He's usually had a pot of coffee by
now."

"So what's going on?"

"Time to take to the trails.  You can use your army experience."

"I was mech infantry.  I demand an armored personnel carrier."

"Betty drove it into town to get it washed.  You'll have to walk with the
rest of us."

"For joy.  What are the trails like?"

"Dirt for the most part, as long as it hasn't rained.  Mostly clear, except
there are some spots where the vegetation has gotten ahead of the
maintenance."

"How long?"

"We're doing 3 miles this afternoon."

"Terrain?"

"Huh?"

"How much up and down and how much flat?"

"There's a few hills.  Nothing a Sherpa couldn't handle."

"Gentlemen, you know how much luck we're gonna have keeping 16 of these
kids together over 3 miles of hills."

"I don't know, Sean, I'd say about the same amount as we had Monday and
Tuesday."

"Don't worry, Stu, we get radios."

"Is that so the medevac choppers can find us?"

"Nah.  At least one of us walks toward the front of the group, and at least
one towards the rear.  We keep track of how far we're spread out so we know
when to stop and close up the interval."

"Impressed?" asked Sean.

"Actually, yes" I replied.  "But be careful with those radios."

"What do you mean?"

"Because the first person to say `over and out' gets hung from a tree."

Sean laughed.  Scott was puzzled.  Sean explained.

"Stu was army.  `Over and out' is bad RTO procedure."

"RTO?"

"Radio-telephone operator.  `Over' requires a response; `out' ends the
transmission.  Can't have it both ways."

"Where did you learn that?"

"In church."

"In case we were ever invaded by Methodists.  Can't be too careful."

"You two are nuts."

"Long-term caffeine deprivation.  I'll be o.k. if I can find a case of
Mountain Dew."

"You're carrying it yourself."

"How long `til we're supposed to head out?"

"Half an hour, give or take.  Why?"

"Because I am theoretically responsible for two other groups that for some
reason I have ignored.  I at least need to find them to touch base with the
counselors.  See you in 30."

Grabbing my clipboard, I headed out to find the Champions cabin first.  I
introduced myself to their counselors, determined that not only did they
not need any help, but hadn't seen my predecessor in the two days he had
been there and were managing just fine.

When I got to the Disciples, it was pretty much the same story.  It looked
like being 21 was going to be the extent of my job with those two
cabins. Time for the hike.

When I got to the beginning of the trail, Scott and Sean had the 16
Challengers assembled at the start of the trail.  I turned to Scott.

"Younger ones in front.  You let the bigger kids lead you will be stopping
and starting all day."

"Sure thing.  Over and out."  Scott winked.

The kids started off at a fairly brisk pace, one I was pretty certain they
would be unable to sustain.  At least it put off the inevitable bunching up
for as long as possible.  And bunching up was preferable to having them
spread out over most of Creation.

The trails were marked approximately every tenth of a mile.  We made it six
tenths of a mile before some of our leaders had to stop.

I looked up Scott and Sean.

"Were they crapping out this early Monday and Tuesday?"

Scott and Sean exchanged glances.

"Yeah, pretty much" Scott admitted.

"Guys, you know we aren't going to make three miles."

"Mistake, huh?" Sean asked.

"It happens.  What can we do about it?"

"The trail forks in about another tenth of a mile.  You can take one fork
back to camp, probably less than a mile.  The other one goes ahead with the
three mile trail."

"O.K.  We split up.  Anyone who wants to go on the longer trail I'll take.
You two take the others back on the short trail."

"Why that?"  Sean wasn't being belligerent, just curious.

"Two reasons.  Most of the younger ones will want to go back.  They will be
more numerous, and require more attention and supervision.  That's why we
send two people with them."

Sean moved up and whispered in my ear.  "You're sure it's not because you
want to get some of them alone in the woods?"

"I'll make you a deal, if I do, you can check me for ticks."

"Is that called `sloppy seconds'?"

"Just try to get your crew back to camp with acceptable casualties."

Sean threw a mock salute and started to organize the group.

"O.K. guys.  We are going to split up.  The distance might be too much for
some of you.  If so, Scott and I will take you on the short route back to
camp.  Stu will take the rest of you on the main trail."

Deciding to split up was a rare case of good judgment.  Twelve Challengers
went with Sean and Scott.  I ended up with four older boys, who seemed to
be up to the challenge of the day.

With the younger campers gone, the pace picked up considerably.  Where my
limited supply of caffeine and slightly more abundant supply of sex had
failed, the hike started to recharge my batteries.

Not surprisingly, the four boys with me, to the extent I could remember, or
had even noticed, their faces, were some of the more gifted young men I had
noticed in the shower.  Sean's teasing had almost hit home.

"Hey, Stu!"

"Yeah?"

"Sean says you were in the army?"

"Was it fun?"

"The boring part wasn't.  The getting out alive part was."

"What did you do?"

"I was a scout.  Reading maps, crawling around in the bush, that sort of
stuff."

"Did you get to shoot anybody?"

"No, but when you figure out if you are close enough to a Russian to shoot
him, he is close enough to shoot you, you don't mind."

"What was the most fun?"

"You mean on duty?  Probably going to the range and calling in artillery
fire."

"What's that?"

"You work with an artillery battery..."

"Like a car?"

"A bunch of big guns.  You have a map and a radio, they have a map and a
radio.  You talk to them on the radio and tell them where to shoot."

"Cool."

"Yeah, when they actually hit something that still had fuel in it it blew
up pretty good.  They'd haul some old junk cars out to the range from time
to time and fill the gas tanks.  Brass apparently thought we'd pay more
attention if we got bigger explosions."

For some reason they seemed fascinated with my account of garrison life in
the military.  While I couldn't really understand their fascination, it did
help kill time on the trail.  For a while, anyway.

"Hey, Stu.  Can we stop and piss?"

"I suppose that would be the right order.  You see a spot?"

"Up ahead there.  On the right."

"I see. Can you make it that far?"

"Oh, sure."

My four troopers and I reached a small clearing.

"Who has to go?"

Four hands went up.

"O.K.  I don't see any prying female eyes.  Go for it."

Four dicks emerged and put out four streams of piss.  I again noted the
highly respectable endowment of my charges.  I thought of other similar
occasions and laughed.

"Stu, you're not laughing at our dicks, are you?"

"No.  From what I can see you're all very impressive.  No, I was just
thinking of what people used to say, `if you shake it more than twice,
you're playing with it'.  I'm afraid some of you may need to get a room."

"There's nowhere to go around here for that" one of them pointed out.  "Not
a lot of privacy with 16 in a room."

"Yeah, Scott and Sean are the lucky ones.  They can jerk off if they want
to and no one can see."

"So you guys are pretty horny about now?  Not that I'm supposed to ask or
anything."

"Oh man," said one, "I'm dying."

There was general agreement on that point.

"O.K. guys, I've got an idea.  There's no one around here.  I can keep an
eye on the trail, and you can jerk off here, as long as you're not too
embarrassed with each other as an audience."

"No big deal. Everyone has jacked off with another guy before."

"You just drew the line at 16 other guys, huh?"

"Just watch the trail, o.k. Stu?"

The temptation to look other than at the trail was very nearly
overpowering.  I suppose I was calculating the odds on getting a closer
look at one or more of my charges under more amenable circumstances, and
figured my best chance was to play it relatively cool this early.  But DAMN
I wanted to look.

Fortunately it took no longer than it would take most extremely horny males
of their age to finish.

The last of them, and I knew none of their names, walked back to the trail
pulling his zipper up.

"You guys finished...for now?"

"For now, sure" one said.

"What about you, Stu?"

"Remember, gentlemen, I have a cabin."

"So you..."

"Not that it's any of your business, but yes.  So I'm good for awhile.
Knowing you guys, we'll probably have to do this twice more before the hike
is over."

As it turned out, we were able to finish the hike without another
do-it-yourself break.

I returned my crew to their cabin.  The rest of the Challengers were going
through their mail, reading books, and generally killing time before
supper.

Sean had run up to the office, so I let Scott know he had a full complement
of campers again.

"All present" I mock reported.

"I hope they worked up an appetite.  Cookout and campfire tonight.  It
really is one of the big events, at least so the kids usually seem to
think."

"And as an old-timer, what do you think?"

"Well, as one old-timer to another, I sort of agree.  What would camp be
without one?"

"Makes sense.  I'm gonna head back to the cabin now, may stop in and see
Betty, let her know we're all still alive."

"'K."

I had walked about two steps before Scott said "Hey, Stu."

I retraced my steps.  "Hey, Scott."

"You're not mad at Sean are you?"

It was apparent what he was referring to.

"No.  I don't know if I could get mad at Sean or not.  It doesn't freak you
out, though?"

"No.  Like he told you.  I have my own friend back home."

"That's cool.  You gonna see him Friday when you get back."

"No.  Friday will be with the family.  But Saturday for sure."

"Someone is going to have fun this weekend."

"Two someones I hope.  Sean was teasing me.  He said if I couldn't make it
til Saturday he'd loan you to me."

"He told me the same thing."

"What did you tell him?"

"That he was a pimp."

Scott laughed.  "He needs a hat."

"All I saw in the camp store were t-shirts."

"Probably just as well to keep a low profile.  It is a church camp after
all."

I could not restrain a quick, snorting laugh.

"Explain."  Scott was starting to channel Sean.

I told him about the jerkoff break on the hike.

"I'm not surprised.  Guys get up in the middle of the night all the time
and head over to the bathroom.  I'm pretty sure what it's for."

"They envy us."

"Oh, the rooms.  Maybe I should rent them by the hour like a motel."

"You're not supposed to know about that."

"Among the other things I'm not supposed to know."

"Well, see you at the bonfire."

"Word of advice, bring a light jacket if you brought one.  It will cool off
after dark."

The bonfire and cookout, I learned, were two different things.  The bonfire
consisted of every scrap of wood that the campers could carry and throw in
a pile.  If you had tried to roast a hot dog you would have lost your
eyebrows before you got within 10 feet of the fire.  So they set up grills
to cook on, and then you got your food and found a log to sit on.

Scott was also right about the temperature.  It was confounding, actually.
You seemed to be either so close to the fire that you were cooking
yourself, or so far away that you felt like you were freezing.  If there
was a middle ground, it must have been measured in millimeters.

I was working on the last bite of my second hot dog when I received a
guest.

"Is this log taken?"

"It is now, Caitlyn."

Caitlyn flopped down in the sort of barely controlled free fall which
seemed to be the only way kids of her age knew to utilize furniture.

"Hi, Stu.  How's dinner?"

"My compliments to the chef on the potato chips."

"Hah.  Those things are all grease.  You'll get a belly."

"Caitlyn, compared to you, everyone's belly looks like crap."

"You think, really?"

"Caitlyn, it's probably inappropriate for me to have an opinion on your
abs, but from what I've seen I think they could deflect bullets."

"Wow."

"Like I said, though, I'm not supposed to notice your body or anything."

"Why is that?"

"Because we're not married."

"Silly.  You never asked."

"Never could get my nerve up.  Besides, what would I do with a trophy wife
anyway?  I'd have to become a celebrity or something."

"If it came down to choosing between rich and famous I could make do with
just the rich part."

"That's two of us.  If I was rich I could buy a space heater with a 700
foot extension cord to bring to camp."

"It is getting cold.  Can I sit closer?"

"I don't know, this log is probably half-buried."

Caitlyn laughed.  "Silly, not to the fire, to you."

"O.K.  But if anyone asks, tell them we're engaged."

Caitlyn scooted over next to me.

"Better?"  I asked.

"Mmm, yes" she answered.

We sat there keeping each other company and warm while the fire danced.

"This is fun" she said.

"It's very mellow" I agreed.

"My mom uses that word a lot.  What's it mean?"

"It's a sort of relaxed, pleasant, almost sensual state.  It's like you can
shut out the world and just focus on yourself and your immediate
surroundings."

"Did you say `sexual'?"

"No, dear Caitlyn, `sensual'.  Sensual is like your whole mind and body
relaxing.  Sexual is like certain parts of your mind and body very much not
relaxing."

"I've had the talk.  I know about sexual."

"I didn't know.  I was merely trying to avoid confusion."

Caitlyn laughed again.  "You get so flustered."

"That's probably because you do such a wonderful job of keeping me off
balance."

"How's that?"

"Well, it's hard to imagine how the same young lady who went into freak-out
mode when I saw her underwear on a clothesline is now assuring me of her
familiarity with sexual topics.  If we weren't engaged I'd really be
flustered."

"That was more surprise than embarrassment.  But a little embarrassment,
too.  You weren't supposed to see those."

"So Sean gets to seem them and I don't?"

"Sean's a pervert, but then he's a guy."

"We have that in common."

"I know, but he checks me out every chance he gets."

"Well, like you said, he's a guy, and you are pretty smokin hot.  He can't
help it."

"He's my brother for cryin' out loud."

"His dick doesn't recognize that."

"What about..."

Caitlyn stopped.  I waited.

"Do you want me to finish your sentence, Caitlyn? Or just answer your
question?"

"What's the answer?"

"Yes, mine too."

"Now, even?"

"Yes, now, just being with you."

"Can I..."

"Whatever you want."

Very tentatively, Caitlyn placed her hand on my leg, just above the knee.

"For someone who knows about sex, you're just a little off on the location,
aren't you?"

"I was being a tease.  You're supposed to like that."

"You'll be the first to know if I have a complaint."

None were forthcoming. As she laid with her head on my shoulder watching
the fire, Caitlyn began to squeeze and stroke my cock through my jeans.

"Do you suppose Betty can perform marriages?" I wondered.

"Like a ship captain?"

"That would be the idea."

"Why? Do you want to get married?"

"We may have to pretty soon."

"That could be a mistake, you know."

"Why?"

"What if we get married and then we're not sexually compatible? We'd be
stuck and I might never get to be a trophy wife."

"There would be that risk.  Of course we could always just see."

"Is that a proposition?"

I leaned over to whisper in her ears.

"Caitlyn, are you suggesting I'm attempting to manipulate this discussion
in a way that would result in me taking you to my cabin for a quick fuck?"

"I was hoping so.  The timing is perfect."

"How's that?"

"I'm on the rag.  So I'll be bleeding after we're done anyway, and I won't
get pregnant."

"Seems like some sort of cosmic inevitability, huh?"

"Wait for me at your cabin.  I gotta go take this tampon out and bring
another one for when we're done."

Under other circumstances that might well have been Too Much Information,
but I was willing to disregard that aspect.  It, indicated, however, that
unless I wanted to explain AB positive on the linen, I would need to think
of something in the next few minutes.

As I have mentioned, I was anal when it came to packing for trips.  Even
though I was assured that there were acceptable sleeping accommodations in
the camp, I had loaded a sleeping bag in the trunk anyway.

I carried the bag into my cabin and spread it out on the bed.  I did not
have to wait long for Caitlyn to arrive.

She glanced at the bed.

"North Face.  You really know how to make a girl feel at home."

"Well if that's true why don't you get out of those clothes and see what it
feels like?"

"I was hoping you could help me.  After all, this is my first time, what if
I'm nervous?"

"Not your first time, too?  We'll be here all night."

Caitlyn laughed.  "Ordinarily I wouldn't mind.  But I have people who will
be looking for me when they put the fire out.  Let's just make this a
quickie."

With that, Caitlyn and I both threw our clothes in a pile and hopped into
bed.

She reached over and grabbed my cock.  "So this is what it feels like when
it's not dressed."

"Yeah, he's gonna get cold though unless we can find someplace warm to put
him."

"You got a microwave in here?"

"No, but something hotter, I think."

"You're right about that."

I had Caitlyn lay to my left.  We made a scissors, her right leg on top,
then my right, her left, my left.

"Showtime" I announced.

"Let's do it."

Although Caitlyn had a respectable amount of pubes, she hadn't quite
reached the point of having a bush.  It would have been easy enough to
locate her pussy even if she hadn't been ready to go for half an hour.

I had been fairly tentative when I had fucked Sean after lunch.  Not
because of any reservations about plowing his ass, but just wanting to take
it easy for the first time.  Caitlyn, maybe because she was actually
designed for fucking, got the direct approach.

Once I got the head of my dick in her pussy, I proceeded to take her cherry
with a couple of quick strokes.  There was a little gasp, but then she was
back in tease mode again.

"So you just supposed to lay there with that thing in me?  I got the idea I
was supposed to get pounded or something."

"You have the correct idea, dear Caitlyn, just lay back."

I started with long deliberate strokes.  As I pumped my cock back and forth
in her, I reached over and stroked her abs.  I traced circles around her
nipples, and widened them to include her A-cup boobs.

"Is that sexual or sensual," she asked.

"Yes."

As old-fashioned as I might sound, I wanted us to cum together.  I placed
my finger on her clit and started applying pressure.  I tried different
intensity, different angles, until I found a pattern she liked.

"If you stop that I'll kill you," she promised.

"No chance of that, Caitlyn."

As she approached her climax, I prepared to join her.  Had I not been
inside her her hips would have been a foot off the bed.  She grabbed a
handful of sleeping bag with each hand until the muscles in her arms looked
ready to jump out of her skin.  It seemed like a good time for me to
finish, too.

Caitlyn was able to stifle a scream into a sort of a grunt, burying her
face in my shoulder.  As she came, I took my finger off her clit and pulled
her to me.

Neither one of us spoke for awhile.

Finally Caitlyn broke the silence.

"Nice honeymoon, huh?"

"That's the good thing about eloping.  You don't have to sit through a
reception before you can fuck."

"Well, time to be a chaste camper again."

Caitlyn gave me a wet mouth-half-open-but-no-tongue kiss.

"Promise you'll miss me."

"Forever and ever."

"And love me eternally."

"Or longer."

"O.K.  That works.  See ya around, Stu."

Caitlyn jumped out of bed, grabbed the dispenser and inserted her tampon.

"See, you can be replaced."

Pulling on her panties and jeans, she threw her blouse on, grabbed her
coat, and headed for the cabin door.  Then she turned and threw something
at me.  Her bra.

"See, now you don't have to wait until we hang the wash out to see where I
put my boobs.  Later."

As I lay there in the aftermath of my interlude with Caitlyn, it was
completely apparent why they used to give tropical storms female names.
Typhoon Caitlyn would only just begin to do her justice.

While I would have been delighted to lay in bed and continue to contemplate
the Caitlyn experience, I did have non-sex related responsibilities to
attend to.  Reluctantly dressing, I threw the soon to be in the dumpster
sleeping bag under my bed and headed back to see how far the bonfire had
spread.

The answer was not far.  In fact, most of the flames had died down.  While
the larger logs would keep glowing all night and into the next day, most of
the blaze was over.

"Stu, over here."

Since the voice had come out of the darkness, and I lacked any reference
point whatsoever, I replied "over where?"

"This way."  I turned in what I thought was the direction of the sound, and
saw a flashlight being blinked off and on.

Although the ground in the clearing was relatively level, that would not
preclude someone leaving a log in an otherwise cleared location, with
unfortunate consequences to the foot of anyone who encountered it.  I
cursed myself for having left my flashlight in the cabin.  Caitlyn had
clearly obliterated most of my consciousness.

Picking my way carefully, I arrived at what seemed to be the Challengers
section of the log benches.

"Good evening, Scott.  Good evening, Sean."

"Where the...heck were you, Stu?  We saw you sitting over there and then
you took off or something."

"Went back to the cabin.  Thought I was sleepier than I was."

"You took a hell of a chance."

"How's that?"

"In five minutes we're going to sing `Kumbaya'.  You could have missed it."

"Please, not on a full stomach."

"Just kidding, but there is a closing ceremony for the day.  Praying and
stuff like that.  Church camp and all."

"And now for a word from our sponsors."

"Pagan."

"Oh, yeah.  Sponsor."

"Better.  The fire is still hot enough for roasting heretics."

Apparently a different pastor made the trip every evening to do evening
devotions, prayers, or whatever they felt moved to do.  Not unlike the role
of the adult supervisors, except we didn't do devotions or prayers and
couldn't go home.

As Pastor Somebody tried to read his notes in the dark, I closed my eyes
and enjoyed my vision of Caitlyn's body writhing on my bed.  Sean and I had
talked at one point about the relative merits of fucking him versus fucking
his sister, however neither one of us had thought that that would ever have
any basis in reality.  Having now done both in one day, I realized the
difficulty in trying to objectively analyze the merits of each.  Not only
that, but I realized that it was really unnecessary because it wasn't like
I had to choose.

"Stu, wake up.  Evening inspiration is over."

"Sorry, was I snoring?"

"Either that or the person next to you was strangling a beaver."

"Did they pass the plate?"

"Yeah, I found your wallet.  You said a hundred, right?"

"Bastard.  That was gonna be Brenda's tip."

"Don't worry. ATM in the commissary."

"O.K. then.  We gonna get these guys back to the cabin."

"Doesn't have to be a `we' thing.  Sean and I can handle it."

"That's alright.  I do little enough around here to help.  I'll go with."

The Challengers sort of fell into the same groupings they had on the
afternoon's hike.  That would have been fairly normal.  Kids gravitate to
kids their own age, and habits, even new ones, are hard to break.  As a
result, the four older campers and I brought up the rear.

They seemed to have something on their minds, and when they began to walk
so slowly that Sean and Scott and their 10-year olds started to disappear
on the trail ahead, I became highly suspicious.

"You guys must be really tired after that hike today.  Those little guys
are leaving us in the dust."

"Not exactly" said one of the group.

"Yeah, we wanted them to get ahead so we could talk to you."

"Yeah, there's something we wanted to ask."

"A favor."

I was about 99.9999% sure what it was, but I was determined to give them a
hard time.

"I know just what it is."

"You DO?"

"Yeah, we break into the mess hall and get ice cream?"

"No."

"We sneak in the girl's bathrooms and steal the toilet paper."

"No offense, Stu, but did you get hit in the head or something?"

I laughed.  "No, screwin with you.  What do you want?"

There was a brief silence, then two of them spoke in sort of unison.

"We wanted to use your cabin."

"For what you did today on the hike?"

"Yeah."

"Can we please?"

"We won't be too long."

I let that comment, as accurate as I knew it was, pass.

"I guess I can stall Scott and Sean for awhile.  You know which cabin is
mine?  You definitely don't want to go the wrong one."

"We know."

"O.K. then.  Have fun."

Scott and Sean were waiting outside the Challengers cabin when I arrived.

"We seem to be missing some campers."

"Our older campers," observed Scott.

"The ones with the more developed genitalia," contributed Sean.

"I have them all in my cabin."

"You WHAT?"

"They wanted to get together and get off before lights out.  I let `em use
my cabin.  You two didn't have dibs on them or anything?"

Sean and Scott exchanged glances.

"We had something else in mind."

"You gonna surprise me?"

"Possibly yes.  Possibly no."

"Look, you know that crew won't be long.  Let me bring `em down in a few
minutes.  You can tell the other ones we were cleaning up around the
bonfire if you have to."

"Just don't get ambitious.  The camp doesn't have a defibrillator."

"I consider myself warned."

I walked slowly back up the trail.  I wanted to make sure the guys had
enough time to finish themselves off before I interrupted.  On the other
hand, coming in during the middle of the process had its possibilities,
too.  A potential win-win scenario was in the works.

I knocked on the door to my cabin.

"Guys, it's me.  How you doin' in there?"

"O.K. I suppose."

"What do you think, ten more minutes do it?"

"Probably."

"O.K.  I'll be back in ten."

"Stu, you don't have to wander around, it's your cabin."

"Yeah, but you are the ones with your dicks out."

"Nothing you didn't see in the shower..."

"...or this afternoon."

"Well, if you're not embarrassed, I'll try not to blush."

Blushing was not my immediate physical reaction as I entered the cabin.
Three boys were sitting naked on my bed, the fourth in a chair.

"Scoot over and make room for Stu," one of the boys on the bed advised his
neighbor.

"Guys, you really sure about this?"

"Why are you worried?  You hot for us or something?"

"Well if I liked to do guys, you four would do for starters."

"Really?"

"Well, think about it, you're all cute as hell, you all have hard-ons, and
you're naked in my cabin.  If I liked to do guys, what more could I ask
for?"

They were all quiet for awhile.  Finally one spoke.

"There is one thing."

"Being..."

"We don't have any clothes on, and you do."

"Well, that seems only fair."

"Why is that fair?"

"It's symmetrical.  I have clothes on, but don't know your names.  You know
my name, but don't have clothes on.  Makes perfect sense."

There was a microscopically short pause, before one of them caught on.

"My name is Evan."

"David."

"Kevin."

"Ben."

I stood up and pulled my shirt off.  Sitting back down on the bed between
David and Kevin I took my shoes and socks off.  Then I slid my pants and
briefs down over my hips.

"All even now?"

Four pair of eyes looked at my cock.

"You're kinda soft, kinda hard.  Don't you like being naked with us?"

"I know of no other group of four boys your age I would rather be naked
with.  And if I hadn't gone back to the cabin to get off during the bonfire
you would have no doubt of that."

"You really like to do it, huh?"

"That's a heck of a question for one guy to ask another.  Of course I like
it.  I'm not gonna stop just because I'm in camp.  But I seem to have
interrupted you guys; I can still get dressed and leave, it's really no
problem."

"Nah, stay," said Kevin.  The other three nodded their heads.

"O.K., I'll stay, but you guys had stopped jerking off.  I just wanted to
make sure you weren't embarrassed letting a grownup watch you."

Kevin stood up.

"Not only am I not embarrassed, but I am going to give you the best view in
the house."

Kevin stood about a foot and a half away from me.  His dick was almost
directly in line with my face.  He took his right hand and started
stroking.

"That's quite a dick you have, Kevin."

"Not as big as yours, though."

"Big enough for most things I expect."

"What things?"

"Kevin, do I have to explain everything?  Help him out, guys, doesn't
anyone here have a girlfriend?"

"I do, sorta," said Evan.

"What's her name?"

"Becky."

"You do anything?"

"No.  I kinda kissed her once, but when I tried to put my hand on her boob
she got mad."

"Young love.  Nothing like it."

"David, Ben, what about you two?"

"Nah, we maybe go to school dances, but nobody ever dances."

"Yeah, they are so fucking lame.  The girls all sit together and talk to
each other."

"Well if they could see you guys now it might change their behavior.
You're a pretty hot crew."

"How can you think we're hot?  You're not gay are you?"

"If I was you think we'd be sitting here just talking still?"

"I guess not.  But I still don't know why you think we're hot?"

"Besides the fact that you're naked, you're all pretty cute, in good shape
and have nice dicks.  Look at this thing Kevin practically has stuck in my
face."

"What about it?" asked Kevin.

"Come over here and I'll explain."

I took Kevin's dick and laid it in my hand.  I traced my index finger
around the head of his dick.

"You see where you were circumcised, Kevin.  The area around that is very
sensitive.  When you are able to get a blow job, you'll find out that the
underside of your cock from the bottom up to about here (I traced another
line) is incredibly sensitive.  A good cocksucker will work that area with
their tongue."

Kevin's knees almost buckled.  "I, ah, can you do that again?"

"You sure it's not gay or anything?"

"No, I just wanted to make sure I remembered."

"No problem.  Just checking."

I started at the base of Kevin's cock again, this time with a little more
pressure.  When I reached the base of his dickhead, he was almost vertical.
There was an audible sigh when I released him.

"Stu?"

"Yes, Evan?"

"Can you show me?"

"I guess, step over here."

After Evan, both David and Ben volunteered as well.

"You see," I explained, "that's why people like blow jobs so much.  Imagine
Becky doing that with her mouth, Evan."

"What happens when you shoot?"

"A good cocksucker likes to swallow your load, Ben.  They consider it a
reward for their success in getting you off."

The four had all sat back down after I had teased them, and were starting
to pick up the pace of their jerking off.  A good thing, as well, as what
had been ten minutes was now pushing twenty.

"Guys, when you're done, I've got some towels you can use."

There was no verbal response, but Evan soon became the first to get off.  I
wiped his chest and stomach off, and then grabbed his dick and squeezed the
last few drops of cum out.

"You didn't have to do that, Stu."

"No problem, Evan.  Just trying to be a good host.  Besides, you looked
worn out."

Evan smiled.  "I didn't mind or anything.  It felt good."

Kevin, Ben and David got the same treatment.  Kevin, in particular, needed
extra attention to get the last of his load out.

"When you're this big, Kevin, it has farther to go and all."

"I'm not complaining, Stu."

The four boys got dressed and I walked them down to the cabin.  Sean and
Scott were waiting outside.

"Your watch stop, Stu?" Sean asked.

"Some of them were a little shy, took `em awhile to get going."

"There's not a shy bone – or boner – in that group.  You sure you weren't
getting some of that?"

"They'd be nice, but I had other objectives in mind."

"I note the plural," said Scott.  "Does that mean I'm invited?"

"Sean has been trying to pimp me all day.  If he wants to make me your
bitch, I guess I better fall in line."

"Dibs on seconds," Sean added.

"How long `til these guys get settled down?"

"Twenty, thirty minutes."

"Where?"

"Let's do the shower.  One of us can watch the door while the other two do
whatever."

It was 35 minutes, but who was counting...besides me.

Sean and Scott walked down the trail to the shower facility with shorts and
sandals on, carrying their towels.

"You two first," Scott suggested.  "I'll take seconds, Sean, no problem."

Sean and I entered the locker area outside the showers.  He slipped off his
shorts, and I finished undressing.

"I feel so stupid," I said, "I miss you like it's been weeks, not hours."

"That better not be stupid," Sean said.  "Because I feel the same way."

I took Sean in my arms and held him.  Even with our cocks rubbing together,
it would have been off the charts.  As it was,...

I placed my lips on his and kissed him as softly and tenderly as I could.

"Sean, I just don't know the word..."

"More than sex, but not quite love maybe."

"I don't know, but so very close to love, I shouldn't be this mixed up
about stuff at my age."

"I've got an idea, just shut up and kiss me some more."

This time Sean's lips parted, and I felt his tongue for the first time,
tentatively, but increasingly assertive as I responded in kind.

"You know what I want, Sean?"

"Tell me."

"I want you inside me, like I did you today."

"Tell me again."

Sean and his wordplay.

"I want you to fuck me.  I want you to pound my ass with your cock until I
can't walk.  I want to feel you in me for a week."

"I think we can do that.  Get your ass in the shower."

We adjusted the water temperature in the showers to a comfortably warm
level.  Sean grabbed a bar of institutional soap and started to lather his
cock.

"That should do it," I observed.

For all the tenderness Sean and I had shared a few moments earlier, the
fucking was almost brutal.  I leaned up against the shower wall with my
legs spread, as Sean stuck his cock in my ass and pounded me again and
again and again.

"Stu, I, ah..."

"Sean, just fuck me, we'll talk later I promise."

The instructions apparently suited Sean.  He grabbed me in a hug from
behind as I felt the tremors in his body begin.  We stood there in the
shower with the water running over us.  I wanted time to stop.

"I don't want to take it out."

"I don't want you to either.  But..."

"I know, Scott's turn."

"That, but I wanted to look at you, not the tile."

Sean stepped back, his cock reluctantly withdrawing from my ass.

"Now you're my first again."

"Another distinction I cherish.  Sean, can I say an adult thing to you?"

"Anything for a change of pace."

"No joke for now."  Now I paused.

"You were saying...?"

"You know when we were talking about how we felt?"

"Yeah...kinda kept running into the l-word."

"Sean, I don't know that I don't love you, but the time to think about that
and talk about that is not when we're having sex...it's too easy to just
throw words around then."

"That was fairly adult.  And, Stu, I don't know that I don't love you, too.
But we both know how practical it would be."

"Or rather wouldn't," I interjected.

"Exactly.  We've had a special relationship for a long time, before we
started making it with each other.  I'd just like to think of that
relationship continuing, but with a physical dimension as well as an
intellectual one."

I was quiet for awhile.  I knew Sean was wise beyond his years, but this
was a revelation.

"I think you have it perfectly, Sean."

"What did you expect?"

"From a smartass like you, what should I expect?"

"You're lucky I'm not a jealous smartass.  Scott's turn on you now."

Sean dried off and slipped on his shorts and sandals.  It wasn't more than
a minute before Scott came in.  I was sitting on the bench waiting for him.

"Sean said you were nice to look at.  Can't say I disagree."

"I would say Sean might need to raise his standards, but then I might lose
him."

"I don't think that's gonna happen.  He talks about you a lot."

"You have a friend, too, I hear."

"Yeah.  It's a relationship a lot like yours.  There's an age difference,
so there really is no long-term element to it.  But it's more than sex, so
many common interests that make the sex better."

"Kind of hard to put your finger on it, I know.  Sean and I have struggled
for awhile with it.  I think we're getting it worked out."

"Well, fortunately for me he's not possessive."

"Fortunately for us.  You mind taking off those shorts?"

"Not a bit."

Scott was as I remembered, well over six inches, and thick, with a gorgeous
head.  I took him in my mouth and savored him.  After holding him in my
mouth for a few seconds, I started sucking him in earnest.

"Sean said you were a good cocksucker, but I wasn't sure if he had enough
experience to make that judgment.  He was sure as shit right, though."

I kept up my rhythm, feeling his hips pick up the beat.  We were a team,
his dick and my mouth.  I don't know which one of us was getting more out
of it.  But that wasn't what I wanted from Scott.

I took him out of my mouth.

"You know there's only one way to really do a cock like that justice."

"That's what I hear.  You ready for it?"

I didn't answer, but laid the towels on the locker room floor and got on my
hands and knees.

Scott said nothing either.  He put some spit on his fingers and rubbed it
on my asshole.

"Thanks for caring, but I think I'm ready for you."

"We'll soon find out."

I was right, but barely.  Had Sean not loosened me up a few minutes
earlier, it might have been really interesting.  As it was, once Scott got
in, it was merely perfect.

He was big enough to stretch me and fill me up, but not big enough to
perform an anal episiotomy.  As much as I probably loved Sean, Scott would
have been my dream fuck.

"How are you doing, Stu?"

"Other than being in heaven, so-so."

"You like getting fucked?"

"It's nice."

"You like me fucking you?"

Damn, he was getting as verbal as Sean.

"There is no other dick I would rather have up my ass, Scott, but I am
starting to wonder if it's capable of ejaculation."

Scott laughed.

"You are about to find that out, Stu."

He was right.  He took one last deep thrust, pulled back an inch or so, and
started shaking as he exploded.  Being unable to resist getting into
mischief, I tightened my sphincter muscles as he came.

"Well THAT was interesting," he remarked, after several minutes.

"My ass thanks your cock," I replied.  "The welcome mat is always out."

We dressed and walked outside to where Sean was waiting.

"You guys take your time," Scott instructed.  "I'll go break up the poker
games."

"Was it fun?" Sean asked.

"No doubt.  He definitely has a license for that equipment."

Sean took my hand and we walked together back to the cabin.

We stopped outside the door.

"Are you good with what we talked about?" he asked.

"Very good.  You are incredibly special to me, more than anyone else.
Whether we give it a name or not doesn't change that.  I cherish the time
we get together."

"I guess that's a `yes'" Sean said.  "Kiss me."


So ends the two-installment-long first day at Lake Canaan.  More If Only
stories coming as Nifty posts.  I really appreciate and respond to the
ongoing feedback.  The return of Sean and Stu at Lake Canaan was in reponse
to a request.  Thanks again to all.

STDL