Date: Sat, 27 Feb 1999 14:46:07 -0800 (PST)
From: TJ Toronto <tj_toronto@yahoo.com>
Subject: Roughing It in the Bush

Roughing It in the Bush

	Sometimes I wonder what it must have been like before the car was
invented.  Being bound close to home, or taking streetcars, or else being
wealthy enough to own a horse.  It doesn't actually matter, because I was
born in the second half of the Twentieth Century and everybody owns a car.
They say the car has radically changed our mating rituals; I don't doubt
it.  Turning sixteen and getting my driver's licence changed my life.  My
grandfather died when I was fifteen - I saved the money he left me and
bought my own car as soon as I could.  What I got was an old Ford Taurus.
Not a glamourous car, but it was within my budget, was in good shape, and
it was big enough to have sex in.  The last item being no small part of my
decision.

	I think I've always known I was gay.  I never did play 'doctor'
with little girls, I was always too busy checking out my friends' pee-pees.
When I was eleven, I discovered how much sleepovers could be, and it was a
happy time.  By the time high school came around, however, I was too old to
indulge in this sort of activity without suspicion.  The problem, alas, was
where to have sex?  There was almost always somebody home at my house, and
letting my parents find out what precisely I was up to with the men in my
life was out of the question.  My friends had the same problem.  Motels are
too much money and in a park you're likely to be either caught or molested
by a weirdo.  Growing up in the suburbs was hell.

	As I said earlier, buying a car solved this little problem -
location.  But then, my father's company transferred him to a different
state, halfway across the country, no less.  All my established contacts
were gone.  No more JO sessions with old chums; no more blow jobs from
special friends.  All were left behind and I was left with nothing more
than my right hand and a tube of KY.

	I suddenly found myself one September in a small town in Minnesota
of about forty-five hundred people.  It was pleasant enough; my high school
was full of amiable people and I soon had a circle of friends.
Unfortunately, a small town's friendliness is conditional.  Conditional on
you not being different.  Being gay was definitely considered different.
Coming out to anyone, even my closest friends, was out of the question.  I
was frustrated.

	The winters in Minnesota are long and trying.  I had to put light
oil in my car and to buy a block heater.  Finally, after too many days of
sweaters, snow, and snow-shovelling, Spring arrived along with black flies
and mosquitoes.  Finally, after too many days of bug repellant, Summer
arrived and school let out.  To celebrate the end of exams, four of us
decided to go camping.  My friend Jock McGregor knew a good spot by a lake
in the State Forest, deep in the bush, where we'd have to canoe in.  Jock
had been there before on fishing trips with his father and his uncles.  He
persuaded his dad (with a case of Labatt's) to lend us two canoes and a
trailer, and I had a trailer hitch installed on my car.

	After a three-hour drive to the start point, we unloaded our gear
and set out.  Jock was more or less organizing us.  He was outgoing, a
natural leader, and he had more outdoors experience than the rest of us put
together.  Jock could have easily departed into the bush for months at a
time, living off the land and only emerging to buy more beer and more
rounds for his rifle.  He was 6'1" tall and a strong, stocky build, a big
boy for someone who had just turned seventeen.  He had a shock of
permanently mussed blond hair on his head and deep blue eyes.  His best
friend, Danny, was sixteen and 5'8", but still growing, with straight brown
hair that flopped over one eye.  He was a slight boy, but very athletic,
being a valued member of the track and hockey teams, his two passions.
Danny didn't really see the point of going to a lake that wasn't frozen,
where you couldn't play hockey until it was too dark to see the puck, but
he relented so far as to come with us.

	At the time, I was about 6' tall, thin at 165 lbs., and with short
brown hair, blue-grey eyes, and freckles.  I can't say that I was built
like an Adonis, but I was muscular in my legs and back from cross-country
skiing, and in pretty good shape.  Robbie, however, was the apple of my eye
and the subject of more than one daydream involving a desert island.  He
was of average height, about 5'10", light brown hair which he kept neatly
combed and brown eyes which had melted many of the female hearts in our
high school.  He wasn't a boy of exceptional beauty, or particularly
muscled, or even distinctively well-hung (as far as I could tell).
Nevertheless, he had a charm and a quality of sensuality that made him a
hot commodity with the girls and opened the door to any clique he cared to
hang out with.  He had a breezy, casual personality that made him easy to
talk to.  Robbie was an intellectual, but never seemed it; he was just good
company.  I desperately wanted to have sex with him, and I did, over and
over again, in my head.

	Jock harried us until we approached some state of organization and
we started out about two o'clock in the afternoon.  Neither Danny nor
Robbie were great outdoors-types, but both had a background in canoeing and
camping from the Boy Scouts, to which virtually every boy in this town had
belonged to at some point.  I had lots of hiking and cross-country skiing
experience, but this was my first canoe trip, and I was something of a
liability, at first.  It didn't take too long before my arm and shoulder
were burning from the effort.  I concealed my pain in a burning
stubbornness to keep up instead.  Jock, who was in the stern of my canoe,
was doing all of the steering and almost all of the work, but was kind
enough not to say anything.  He was strong enough he might even have not
noticed.

	He probably did notice my suffering, because we only paddled a few
hours before Jock took pity on me and suggested we pitch a camp for the
night.  We dragged the canoes up on a rock and set to work, Jock setting up
the tent, Robbie and me gathering wood for a fire, and Danny starting to
cook dinner.  It's not too hard to eat well in the outdoors, with some
careful planning, and we dined that night on steak and potatoes.  In the
evening, we built up a fire and drank beer while telling lewd stories. I
also learned a few dirty campfire songs, like "T'was on the Good Ship
Venus," "Old King Cole was a Horny Asshole," and "Bang, Bang, Lulu."  It's
funny how many of these songs skirt around the edges of taboos, like
masturbation, incest and, most often, homosexuality ...  Unfortunately
there weren't any homosexual encounters that night.  After demolishing the
beer, we all crawled off to our sleeping bags and I lay there, half-drunk,
listening to Robbie's breathing, in the hot night, suffering.

	The next day we had a quick breakfast of instant oatmeal and
coffee, which I found almost undrinkable, because I wasn't used to the
bitter taste of it.  We paddled all day and made three portages, two of
which were short, and one of which was about two miles.  We were all fit,
so carrying all our kit and our canoes overland for two miles wasn't too
rough, but Jock said that it took us into an area less travelled, because
most people weren't interested in making the effort.  Sure enough, after
that jaunt there was fewer and fewer signs of old campsites, and after
paddling and dragging the canoes up a creek, over a beaver dam, and through
a pretty foul-smelling swamp there were no signs of other human beings at
all.  Just as I was wondering why the hell I wasn't home, eating cheesies
and watching TV, we scared off a Blue Heron and popped out onto a small,
cozy lake with a sand beach.

	"This is it," beamed Jock triumphantly.  None of the rest of us
said anything.  We were still taking in the beauty of the place.  If I had
been questioning the wisdom of it all just moments before, I surely wasn't
now.  We beached the canoes and stood there, stretching our stiff legs and
arms.

	"Well, I don't care what the rest of you are doing, but I'm going
for a swim," Danny declared, with a somewhat irritated delivery.  Danny had
misjudged his footing in the swamp and he had sunk up to his hips in mud
and stagnant water.  It took all three of us to pull him out and then he
had to grope around for the sneakers which had been sucked off his feet.
He was dirty and he smelled like rotting garbage.  Naturally, we still
found this just as funny the second time around, and we proceeded to laugh
at him all over again.

	"To hell with you," he grumbled as he started to pull off his
clothes.  He didn't hesitate when it came to his mud-stained jockey shorts,
and those went into the pile with the rest.  He stalked off towards the
lake, walked straight in, and dove under as soon as it was deep enough.
The sight of Danny's nakedness was at first startling and then stirring, as
his bare ass slid under the water.  Robbie and Jock started taking off
their clothes too, so I followed suit, and pretty soon we were all swimming
around, buck naked.

	I have to confess that for all my sexual libertarianism, I turned
out to be a bit of a prude when confronted by my naked pals.  Not knowing
what the protocol was, I had even packed a bathing suit in my rucksack.
Apparently, my assumption that straight boys in Minnesota never, never got
naked together was all wrong.  I had never been skinny-dipping before, and
once I got over my initial New England puritanism I found that I rather
liked it.  I liked the sensation of the water swirling around my cock and
my balls slapping unencumbered against my thighs.  I also enjoyed looking
at my friends naked for the first time.

	Jock turned out to be covered in blond hair from head to toe.  He
was a hairy lad, with a thick mane covering his chest.  His pubic hair was
a darker blond which lightened as it spread up from his crotch to his
stomach.  He also turned out to be enormously well-hung, with a huge penis
that flopped all over place when he walked on the beach.  Danny looked
younger naked than he did normally.  He was almost hairless, except for a
well-defined pubic triangle and the light covering of hair on his legs and
arms.  Danny was the only one of us who was uncut.

	I have never been hairy either, and I had no chest hair at all.
Just brown hair sprouting from the usual places, plus a bit around my
asshole.  I swam out where I could stay under water, because the sight of
everyone naked, especially Robbie, had given me a raging hard-on that I had
no desire to reveal to my pals.  Robbie walked with the same careless
saunter naked that he used to attract women when was wearing clothes.  He
was slightly unusual in that he had a very hairy ass and legs but nothing
at all on his chest or stomach, just the thickest, darkest treasure trail I
had ever seen, stretching from his penis up to his belly button.  I was
also wrong about what filled his boxer shorts; he possessed not only a
long, thick dong, but dangling down was the biggest set of balls I'd ever
seen, bulls and horses not included.

	The water was cool enough, even at the beginning of July, that I
didn't keep an erection long.  We swam and goofed around energetically, and
even wrestled a little, trying to dunk each other - a big release after a
long day of work.

	"See that rock?"  Jock pointed out a small cliff face on the
opposite shore of the lake, about 500 yards away.  "Do you guys think you
can swim it, or do you want to paddle over?  The water is deep enough
underneath that we can jump off the top."

	"Robbie and I can make it.  What about you, Aaron?" asked Danny.

	"I was on the swim team at school, back East," I replied.  I used
to make the lifeguards at the ocean beach near my house nervous because I'd
swim all the way out to the navigation buoy and back again by myself, no
matter how big the waves were.  Swimming was easier than the ordeal of the
change room, where all my teammates would get naked and flick towels at
each other.  It was an ordeal because I knew I'd never get to suck any of
the cock that was being flashed in front of me, the same situation I was in
now.  I felt the blood rushing in my penis again.  "I'll be there before
you've even left."  I dove in and started swimming for the rock.

	The others followed me and didn't finish far behind.  The rock
loomed over me, a lot higher than it looked from the other shore.  Jock
didn't hesitate a second and immediately started scrambling up the cliff
from the side, with Danny following.  Against my better judgement, I
climbed up too.  It wasn't an easy climb; there was no path to speak of and
you had to carefully assess every step, holding on to whatever rocks, roots
or branches were available.  Danny paused to consider his next move.  I
looked up and found the view was spectacular.  Danny had a handsome,
muscular ass and his legs were braced so that I had a good view of not only
his balls hanging down but up his crack to his pink hole as well.  When we
started moving again, I decided to give Robbie behind me the same view.  I
was too chicken, though, to turn around to see if I got a reaction.

	We got to the top and all of us, except for Jock, were a little
uneasy at the prospect of jumping off this rock.  It was about 30 feet
high, and when we looked into the water below, the rocks in the water did
nothing to reassure us.

	"Uh, look, Jock -" Danny started.

	"It's fine, " Jock stated with authority, his hands on his hips and
his cock swinging as he turned around.  "All you have to do is run, and
make sure you clear that bush when you jump."  The mental image of being
carried out through that swamp while strapped to a spinal board did not
encourage me at all.  "Watch."  Jock hurtled himself over the edge,
windmilling his arms on the way down and letting out a primal roar when he
bobbed back up, apparently unhurt.  Jock's example poked a spot in our male
pride that we couldn't ignore, and shortly all four of us were jumping off
the rock.

	We spent what was left of the afternoon jumping off that rock, then
we swam back, got dressed, and set up camp.  After dinner, we argued about
who was going to scrub the pot.  "You will," said Robbie with a wink.  The
bastard could make me do anything he wanted, and I think he knew it too.
Then we just lazed around, chatting, reading, and watching the sun set.

	That night we built a fire again and Jock pulled out a bottle of
Canadian rye whiskey that he'd bought in Winnipeg last Christmas.  The
whiskey was potent stuff and it went to our heads pretty quickly.  Danny
and I started an Indian leg wrestling match, which I won easily, being much
bigger.  This went on for a while.  When Robbie and I took a turn, it
degenerated quickly into a real wrestling match.  Neither one of us was
giving the other any slack, and for all of five or maybe even ten minutes I
didn't think about sex once.  Honest.  Then, I got Robbie into a
half-nelson, and the sensation of his struggling ass rubbing against my
crotch stiffened my cock.  "Oh Christ," I thought, "he has to notice that."
I was wearing a pair of cut-off track pants without any underwear.

	"Ha, now I've got you!" exclaimed Robbie as he slipped out of my
hold and caught my arms while I was distracted.  We continued to roll
around in the dirt and my hand (accidentally, I swear!) touched his crotch.
He had an erection too!  This made my head spin enough that I was I pinned
by Robbie, and pinned well.  I couldn't move.  I looked up at him, grinning
in his victory, and then down at my tented track pants.

	"Danny and I are going to go get more wood for the fire, we're
running out," Jock said as he stood up.  I looked over at the fire.  It was
still blazing and there was still an ample stack of wood beside it.  Jock
and Danny disappeared into the darkness with the rye.

	Robbie was still above me, holding me down and smiling.  He leaned
forward a bit and ground his crotch against mine.  Feeling the friction of
his hard cock rubbing mine through our clothes, I sucked in my breath.
What was happening?  Surely he wasn't coming on to me.  This guy was
straight.  He could (and did) sleep with any chick he wanted to.  Why was
he grinding hips with me?

	Sometimes, just for a few crucial seconds, my conscious mind looses
control of my behaviour.  The little repressed voice of my subconscious
breaks through and says, "Fuck whatever you've been told.  You're going to
do what feels good and damn the consequences."  If this guy was teasing, he
just teased the wrong fag.  He was going to get everything he was asking
for.

	Without too much resistance, I pulled my arm out of Robbie's grasp
and grasped his erection through his jeans, feeling it from the top down to
his balls.  Robbie closed his eyes and shuddered.  My other hand slipped
under his shirt and I lightly grazed his chest up to his nipples and
tweaked them.  I reached around behind him and slid my hand all the way
down his back into his underwear and grabbed his butt cheek firmly, pulling
him on top of me.  My hands continued to explore his body, but left his
penis alone.  I took one of his hands and placed it on my left chest under
my shirt.  He was very nervous, but he didn't resist.  He cautiously began
running his hand over my chest and I encouraged him with a moan.

	"Let's - let's go to the tent," Robbie suggested.  His normal cocky
attitude had evaporated, like an actor forgetting his lines and unable to
play his role.

	We got into the tent and I zipped it shut behind me.  It was pitch
black.  I found him in the darkness and pulled off his shirt.  He undid his
jeans and pulled them off eagerly.  My clothes came off just as quickly.
For a moment, we just held each other tightly, enjoying the sensation of
our nakedness against each other's body.

	I reached down and fondled his balls.  This generated tremors and
sweating.  I was shaking from excitement myself as I stroked the shaft of
his cock up and down.  Then, I rubbed the cockhead against my inner thigh,
smearing the pre-cum that had gathered.  I bent down and began to kiss it.
Robbie gave a loud groan and lay back with his legs spread.  Leaning over,
I kissed his navel and began working my tongue down the trail of hair, my
cheek brushing his stiffness.  I started to alternate between licking his
cock and taking it into my mouth, a little deeper each time.  His fingers
ran through my hair and pulled the back of my head in.

	"Ohhh ..."  Robbie was starting to make louder and louder noises
now and I could tell by the way his legs were twitching that he was close
to losing control.  I swirled my tongue just under the head, and he let out
an anguished howl.  He came explosively in my mouth and I tried to swallow
it all, but some leaked out around my lips and ran down his cock.  I was
out of practice.  "Oh God," he cried, still out of breath.

	I climbed up and lay on top of his heaving chest.  To my surprise,
he took my head in his hands and pulled me to his lips, opening his mouth.
Robbie was one hell of a kisser.  He was all passion, probing with his
tongue, lost in the moment.  He told me later that he only knew two methods
of kissing: the dry peck on the cheek you give your Great-aunt Agatha when
she tells you how much you've grown and the full-blown, no-holds barred
passionate tonguing that can only mean that more serious things were to
follow.  I received the second approach.  Evidently he liked this.

	"Roll over," Robbie commanded, and I obeyed.  He started fondling
my balls and stroking my shaft.  Everything was happening so quickly I
hadn't even contemplated getting anything in return.  With only an
instant's hesitation, he bent over and started to lick me like an ice cream
cone.  I felt a wave of pleasure ripple out from my crotch like from a
stone in a puddle.  I looked down in wonder and awe at this straight boy at
my feet who was concentrating on blowing me.

	"Watch your teeth," I warned.  His lack of experience was made up
for by his enthusiasm.  He took my cock into his mouth until he started to
gag and then pulled back to start licking me again.  His right hand was
curled around the base of my dick.  When his left hand started rubbing the
root of my erection, down by my balls, I gasped.  I literally saw red as my
load shot into his mouth in four or five hefty squirts.  After some more
necking, we collapsed in each other's arms, just laying there silently
while the sweat on our bodies dried.

	Looking back now, I suspect the other two must have been listening
to us, because it wasn't very long before I heard the zipper on the tent
snap open.  Still, it came as a complete surprise.  Every muscle in my body
froze as I instantly realized that we were about to be caught.  Robbie
didn't even twitch, and I couldn't move with him on top of me.  Jock and
Danny came in and closed the tent behind them.  They didn't use a light and
they didn't say a word.  After getting undressed, they crawled into their
sleeping bags and fell asleep.  Robbie and I did likewise, silently.  It
was awhile, however, before I was able to fall asleep, wondering what it
all meant.  Robbie, the bastard, fell asleep right away, apparently
untroubled.

	The next morning, everyone got up early, as usual.  I was the last
one dressed and out of the tent, as I was a little bit reluctant to face
everyone.  I wandered down to the lake.  Jock was standing with his back to
me, naked, drying himself off with a towel.  He started to put his clothes
on and noticed me while he dressed.

	"Morning, Aaron," he said brightly.  "Want to go fishing with me?"

	"Uh, sure," I replied, a little unsure of myself.  "I don't really
know what I'm doing, though."

	"No problem.  I can make an angler of you this morning in fifteen
minutes."  I made a cocksucker out of Robbie last night in the same length
of time, but I didn't say that out loud.  I helped him put the canoe in the
water, and held it steady while he ran up to our packs for a minute.  Jock
came back with a tackle box and two rods, and we very gently paddled our
way to a shady cove.

	Jock assembled the rods while I (carefully) baited the hooks with
some worms he had in a can of dirt.  When he was showing me how to cast, he
reached over to adjust my grip.  He hesitated for just a split second when
he realized he was holding my hand with his arm around me, but that was the
only acknowledgement any of the three of them made that morning about the
previous night's activities.  Even Robbie merely resumed his cheerful
indifference to everything.

	Jock did well that morning and pulled out three decent sized lake
trout in short order.  (I caught nothing.)  When we went back in, he showed
me how to clean and gut a fish.  Then the four of us ate them fried for
breakfast, washed down by Danny's wretchedly strong coffee.

	After packing up, we set out in the canoes about nine o'clock for a
long day, as we had a lot of distance to cover.  We only had a quick stop
for lunch, and didn't even get out of the canoes to eat, drifting on the
lake in the sun.  There were a couple of short portages, and a longer one
around four o'clock.  Part way down the trail, we set down the canoes and
our packs.  There was a long drop between the two lakes and the creek
cascaded furiously over the rocks.  Jock had stopped us right beside a
waterfall, and we all stripped down for a shower.

	Danny pulled out a bar of biodegradable soap and we all washed
ourselves.  The water beat down on our heads and shoulders pretty hard and
you had to watch your balance or get knocked over into the shallow pool in
which we were standing.  The water was surprisingly warm and the massage of
it falling on my stiff shoulders felt good.  Pretty soon, however, another
part of me was stiff again, to my horror.  The sight of Robbie washing
himself naked in a waterfall brought back in a flood all the memories of
the previous night and a rush of blood to my penis.  I felt another rush of
blood, but this time it was to my cheeks in my embarrassment.  Jock did
nothing but look away and ignore it.  Robbie just stood there casually with
his usual half-smile of his on his face.  Danny didn't say a word, but gave
me a wink!  Then he started talking to Jock, and I couldn't hear what he
was saying over the noise of the water.

	We dressed again and in my melting pot of emotions I fumbled with
my clothes and almost fell over.  We finished off the portage and set the
canoes in a very broad and long lake, the biggest one yet.
	
	"At the far end there are a few cottages, but I don't think we'll
see anyone so long as we camp down here someplace.  They don't allow motor
boats on this lake, so it's pretty quiet."  Jock suggested a point of land
about half a mile away.  "That looks like a likely spot."

	We paddled down the lake and set up our camp.  There was a small
stand of white pines and we set up the tent amongst them.  Danny got dinner
going.  After dinner, we just kicked back and talked awhile.  Right around
sunset, someone suggested a swim.  We took off our clothes and walked naked
down the rocks to the lake.  There was a smaller jumping rock, about five
feet high, and we held a biggest splash contest.  I would have fingered
Jock as the favourite, based on sheer bulk, but as it turned out, Danny had
technique, and he beat us all easily.  We killed some time trying to touch
the bottom and seeing who could swim the farthest underwater (me, by about
10 yards) and then got out and started drying off.

	"Where's your towel?"  Danny asked Robbie, who was just standing
there shivering while he waited for us.

	"I forgot it in the tent," he replied.  Danny walked over to him,
but instead of handing him the towel, he simply began to dry off Robbie
himself, starting with his back.  Then he rubbed dry Robbie's hairy ass and
did the back of his legs.  Robbie's persona cracked just a little and the
tiniest indication of surprise came over his face.  But he didn't pull
away, he turned around to have his front done too.  I looked over at Jock,
who had far more than just a hint of surprise on face; Jock couldn't
believe what he was seeing.  Danny worked his way up Robbie's front, and he
didn't overlook the genitals.  In fact, he gave them a good working over
and Robbie was partly hard when he was done.

	"There," said Danny, and the four of us climbed up the rocks and
got into the tent where our clothes were.  Instead of getting dressed,
though, Robbie bent over Danny and kissed him with an open mouth.  Danny
didn't resist; he kissed back just as passionately and his hands
immediately went to Robbie's cock, which stiffened quickly.  Jock gaped at
the sight.  He was clearly shocked at the way his best friend was now
licking and sucking Robbie's boner.  The truth was, I wasn't any better
prepared.  I was so surprised that it was several seconds before I felt the
lust rising in my own loins.

	I looked at Jock again and could almost see his brain trying to
reconcile what he was seeing with his normal world view.  Somehow, I
immediately knew that Jock was subconsciously weighing his options, and
that I had to react quickly.  Before my doubts had a chance to gather, I
took Jock's cock in one hand and his balls in the other.

	"What the hell are you doing?" he yelled.  He tried to pull back
but I held him firmly, squeezing his nuts a little.  His cock was already
semi-hard when I grabbed it and now it was rising steadily.  I started to
nibble at the mushroom-shaped head, while I carried on stroking the shaft.

	"Let me go.  I'm not gay and I don't want this," Jock protested
weakly.  His throbbing rigid penis and moans of pleasure proved the second
part a lie, as I licked the underside from bottom to top.  I took one of
his balls into my mouth.  He had quite a lot of pubic hair, and it was a
strange sensation on my tongue and tickling my face.  "Unnnuh ... "
Jock had stopped resisting and was giving in to the pleasure.  I started
sucking his member in earnest, trying to make his first blow by a man as
intense as possible.

	Jock lay back and stretched out his legs.  His cries were getting
louder and louder and I started to ease off a little.  I was enjoying this
and didn't want it to end too soon.  Lying on top of him, I ground my own
hard-on up against his.  Reaching down, I started giving him slow strokes,
knowing how well this would drive him crazy.  His breathing was heavy and
he was moaning continuously.  Christ, he was downright noisy.

	"Should I stop?" I asked, knowing full well how close he was to
erupting.

	"No, suck me ..."

	"Do you like it?"

	"Yes.  Suck me, please.  C'mon ..."  This macho stud was begging
for it.  Victory was mine.  I put his cock in my mouth, swirled my tongue
around it a couple of times, and took his cock as deeply as I could.  Jock
was really long and there was no way I could get all of it in.  I started
thrusting on him with my mouth and it wasn't long before he literally
screamed and his dick exploded in my throat.  I was determined not to make
the same mistake I had with Robbie, and I made sure that I swallowed every
drop of cum.

	Jock lay on his back, sighing, watching Danny bring Robbie nearer
and nearer to orgasm with his mouth.  I started running my hand through
Jock's chest hair and playing with his nipples.  I would have kissed him,
but I didn't want to push him too fast.  Pretty soon, Robbie shot his load
with a cry and Danny sprayed it all over both of them.  The two of them
started making out and rubbing Robbie's cum into their skin.  Jock put his
hand on my shoulder and squeezed it tenderly.  I felt a warm glow.

	Danny moved over to our side of the tent and pulled Jock on top of
him.  "Do me, now," he ordered.  Jock paused to consider this, and then
obeyed.  He wrapped his large hand around Danny's smallish prick and began
to explore.  I moved out of the way and was promptly grabbed by Robbie who
started to give me one of those kisses.  When you're being kissed by
Robbie, he puts everything he's got into that kiss.  There might as well be
no one else in the world and the effect is amazing.  No wonder all the
girls like him.  From the way things were going, at least three guys were
going to get the same treatment.

	Robbie's lips and tongue started to work their way down my body,
concentrating on my nipples, but neither were they ignoring my neck,
armpits, and navel.  I looked over at Jock and Danny.  Jock had worked
himself up to licking Danny's firm cock, and from Danny's reaction, Jock
was making a good go of it (especially when he pulled back the hood of
Danny's uncircumcised dick and licked there).  Robbie was taking his time
with me and the result was that I was being worked into a frenzy.  When he
finally got me to orgasm, it was amazingly intense and I felt wave after
wave of pleasure.  Danny had already come and was lying on top of Jock,
enjoying his thick chest hair, just as I had done.

	Even after we had all come, the sexual energy in the tent seemed
almost tangible.  For all of us, our desire was like an avalanche gathering
speed coming down a mountain.  I don't know what was going through the
heads of these three straight boys, but I felt like all guilt and shame had
been washed away.  After a short rest, things started getting hot and heavy
again.  Each pair of lovers gave each other another blow job before we were
all satiated.  Robbie's technique was improving with practice and my second
orgasm that night was mindblowing.  We finally all fell asleep together in
a big heap, a tangle of arms and legs.

	The next day we were due back home, so we didn't delay in getting
underway.  It was about mid-afternoon by the time we made it back to the
car and I was tired from all the exercise that day (and the previous
night).  I dropped off Jock and his trailer first, since he actually lived
on a farm outside of town.  As I helped him unload the trunk, I took a
quick look around to make sure we were safe and then kissed him while the
trunk lid hid us from his mother on the front porch.  Jock was startled,
but he returned it.  I dropped off Danny next and then found that I wasn't
completely exhausted, because I found the energy for a quickie with Robbie
in a secluded lane before I took him home.  At last, my car had fulfilled
its destiny as a vehicle for hedonistic sex and the future looked bright
for the four of us together.

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This is my first attempt at this kind of story.  If you liked it, let me
know and I'll write more.

	- The Cadet