Date: Thu, 22 Apr 2004 22:44:08 +0000
From: David Lee <dlee169@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brad and Alan's Canoe Trip

Warning:
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life.  The lovers in this intimate tale are committed to each other, but
still use condoms.  Always be safe!

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under the High School section.

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Brad and Alan's Canoe Trip

By David Lee



For Alan and Brad the summer passed quickly.  Their jobs for the city parks
department left them fit and tanned.  Swimming and camping gave them time to
relax and enjoy each other's company.

A couple of weeks after their commitment ceremony, they took off for a few
days of camping and canoeing.  It had been their dream to have a bit more
honeymoon time before they left for college.  Their good (straight) buddy,
Tom, facetiously offered to go along to help paddle, but was promptly denied
the privilege.

Packing up their gear in Brad's Camry, they headed north past the Twin
Cities and east into Wisconsin.  The drive took a number of hours making it
too late to get on the river that evening, so they camped in a county park.
Nearby, there were several places that rented canoes. The following morning,
the young men made a deal to leave their car at a destination point and be
driven up river with a canoe and their equipment.

When the canoe was evenly loaded with tent, cooler, sleeping bags, and other
supplies, they began the leisurely journey that would take them four days
and three nights to complete.

The river was peaceful with only a few places of rapid descent.  Most of the
time the channel was deep enough not to ground the canoe on sand bars.
Nature was performing for them.  They saw a couple of otters playing in the
water and they spotted a large hawk flying overhead.

Around noon, Brad and Alan stopped at a camp site to eat their lunch.  It
was beautiful and well screened from the river by abundant vegetation.
Etiquette on the river dictated that if a canoe was tied up at the entrance
to a camp site, no one else so much as landed there without calling out to
ask permission.  This made for a very private experience.

"Hey, this looks like a great place to spend the night.  Since we are not in
a hurry, let's camp here," Alan suggested.

"I agree, lover!  This place is perfect.  There is dry wood to cut and a lot
of privacy.  We can pitch the tent so the opening overlooks the water.
Let's get the rest of the stuff before we eat."

After lunch, the guys made quick work of setting up the little tent.  They
zipped their matching sleeping bags together and laid them inside.  Then
they cut a bunch of firewood to be used later.  Finally, they decided to
strip and lie naked on towels in the small clearing.

Being naked together meant that it didn't take long for some other wood to
gain their attention.   They were just beginning to lick some precum off of
each other when they heard someone calling.  Quickly, they pulled on their
shorts and called back.

A couple of young women were asking permission to use the latrine.  One was
desperate and literally ran to the box affair a few yards in the back.  Her
friend talked to the guys while she was "doing her duty."

"Thanks for letting her use the biffy.  Steph was having a cow thinking she
might not find a place to go!" said Lara.

"No problem," was Alan's response though he would like not to have been
interrupted in the midst of afternoon delights.

When Stephanie got back, she sat down, and the girls chatted for a while.
They were also going to college in a few weeks.  They were quite impressed
by the two guys and dropped hints that they wouldn't mind setting up their
tent at the same site.  It looked like they would never leave.  Lara would
not quit talking.  Finally Brad had had enough of the flirting and non-stop
monolog.

"Well, ladies, we are flattered that you would like to shack up with us for
the night, but my husband and I are on our honeymoon and would like some
privacy.  So, we will have to bid you goodbye and hope you have a nice
trip."

Lara was so shocked that she nearly lost her balance as she jumped up and
hastened to the canoe.  Stephanie kind of smiled as she again thanked them
for the use of the facilities.

She informed them in a stage whisper: "Lots of people have used lots of
lines to get rid of Lara, but that certainly is an original one!"

Alone again, the honeymooners wasted no time getting naked and continuing
where they had left off.  It wasn't long before the woodland creatures were
treated to some high pitched whimpering from Alan and some heavy, throaty
moans from Brad.  Somewhere in the brush a doe was musing to herself that
humans seemed to have a never ending rutting season!

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Nature in another sense called Alan early in the morning.  He wanted to stay
in the cozy sleeping bag with his lover, but the urge to piss became too
much.  He quietly unzipped the tent flap and emerged into the cool, quiet
dawn.  Stepping away from the tent and pulling back his foreskin, he soon
found relief.  As Alan was shaking off the last drops, Brad came up behind
him and wrapped his arms around him pressing warm flesh-coated steel against
his lover's butt.

"Wow! That feels great!  Why don't you empty it and let me see if there is
any other kind of liquid hidden in there."

Poor Brad was so turned on by Alan's invitation that it took him a while to
get a stream going.  Even then, it was intermittent and slow.  When he
finished, he grabbed the environmentally friendly soap, a towel, and Alan
for a quick morning cleanup in the river before he took Alan up on the
proposition.

Back in the tent, the boys were soon taking turns warming each other up with
kisses and caresses.  After a good bit of nipple stimulation and ball
handling, Brad turned around so that the guys were in their favorite
position which allowed them to both give and receive oral stimulation.
Being 18 and horny, it didn't take long for them to fill each other's mouths
with a hot offering.

While it was satisfying, cum proved not to be an adequate breakfast for two
young studs.  Soon, they were frying bacon and cooking eggs over a campfire.
  Bread toasted over an open fire gets a bit smoky, but it all tasted good.
The morning lovemaking had stimulated their appetites.

_________________________

Teardown and packing didn't take long and soon the guys were on the water
again.  Since they started earlier in the morning than they had yesterday,
they got to see more animals and birds.  At one point there was a family of
deer drinking from the river.  Later, they saw a mother loon and her babies
swimming all in a line.  Today, one lone eagle soared overhead.  But, as the
number of canoes increased mid morning, all but the boldest of wildlife had
retreated.

By 11:30, Alan was starved and looking for a place to tie up the canoe for
lunch.  Just when he thought he would certainly die of hunger, he spied a
campsite.  Brad tied up the canoe while Alan lugged the cooler up to the
clearing.  There were some big logs to sit on and decent shade.

"Let's eat au natural," said Brad as he shucked his swimsuit and sat on a
log.

Alan followed suit.  They were enjoying the food and the sight of each other
when they heard someone call out at the landing.  On went the suits in a
scramble.  And who should come up the path, but Lara.

"Oh shit!" she said as she ran back down the trail and jumped into her
canoe.

Brad and Alan nearly fell over laughing.

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After rejecting two sites for lack of privacy, the guys found a perfect spot
about 2:00 in the afternoon.  They set up camp and collected firewood naked
as the day they were born.  When all was ready, the got into the tent for
some afternoon relaxation, but as they cuddled together, sleep soon overtook
them.

When they awakened, the decided to put on their suits and play in the water
for a while.  As they were splashing around, a young guy in a kayak stopped
at their landing saying that he had to piss really bad.  He jumped out, ran
behind a tree, and pulled down his trunks.  He made sure that they could see
him.  From the volume of liquid he produced, there was no doubt that he
needed the pit stop.  As the guys glance up his direction, he began to
stroke himself.

The boys didn't know what to do.  They felt kind of guilty watching.  They
were not going to have sex with someone else, but they couldn't take their
eyes off of the handsome guy's body -- especially a certain part.

Their attention had the desired effect and soon the young exhibitionist was
spewing a stream of hot cum.  He wiped off the remaining drops, licked his
hand, pulled up his trunks, and waved a cheery goodbye.

Brad and Alan raced back up to their tent, tore off each other's suits, and
did what they had intended to do before their nap.  They came in record
time!

That night's dinner consisted of grilled steak and potatoes again.  They
decided to eat the fresh meat (no pun intended) before the ice all melted.
Brad fried the cutup potatoes over a little Coleman burner while Alan did
the steaks over the campfire.  They were pleased with the results and sat
back to burp while enjoying the glowing embers.  For dessert, they made
s'mores.

This evening, the guys cuddled by the fire until they became drowsy and then
continued the cuddling in the sleeping bag.  It wasn't long before the
expended energy of the day caused them to fall into a peaceful sleep.

__________________________


The third day on the river passed much like the previous ones.  Since they
got up early again, there was a lot of nature to see before the river got
busy.  Alan had brought along a digital camera and was recording lots of the
highlights of their adventure.  He had figured out the self-timer and got
shots of them naked and hard that morning in the rays of the rising sun
before they got underway.  They also took pictures of each other from
interesting angles always with a BIG center of interest.

Setting up camp that afternoon proved to be even quicker than previous
times.  Duties had kind of fallen into a pattern.  The guys could anticipate
their partner's moves and functioned extremely well as a team.  It was
almost like a dance.

Since they had arisen quite early, Alan and Brad decided that a short nap
was needed.  What was intended to be a 30 minute rest soon extended into a
couple of hours.  When they awoke, they were beginning to feel hungry.

With the fresh meat used up the night before, Alan and Brad had to settle
for a can of Dinty Moore Stew and cornbread made from a mix.  Baking the
latter proved to be a challenge and the center never did get quite done
before the edges were "overly brown."  However, the guys didn't mind since
it was all a part of the adventure.  They felt like they were really on
their own at last -- caring and providing for each other like any married
couple.

That evening was warmer than the pervious ones, but the guys kept the
campfire going for the mood it produced.  They sat naked on towels on the
ground and toasted marshmallows when the fire burned down to coals.  Feeding
the treats to each other proved to be mess.  Brad decided to make the most
of it by smearing a slightly cooled marshmallow all over Alan's chest.  Alan
began to protest until he figured out the cleanup routine.  Brad's tongue
was soon removing the mess while pleasantly stimulating Alan.  Alan returned
the favor.

"Let's go clean up in the river.  I want to lick a lot more of you!"  Alan's
voice was husky with desire as he rose to his feet and held out his hand to
Brad.

"Sounds like a plan to me!"

Before Brad got to his feet, he moved forward on his knees and licked Adam's
tool from the base to the foreskin.  Alan shuddered in delight.

After a quick, but thorough cleanup of their bodies, the young couple
crawled into the tent and lay on top of the sleeping bags.  They began the
slow, sensuous dance of love.  The afternoon nap gave them the strength to
enjoy each other without becoming drowsy.

Alan often let Brad take the lead, but tonight he played the aggressor.
Climbing of top, he began with lots of kissing and tongue wrestling.  Brad's
moans of appreciation let him know that his efforts were not wasted.  Next,
he nibbled playfully on Brad's earlobes.  Then he worked his way down to the
nipple that seemed to be just begging for attention.  His sucking and
occasional nips brought more sounds of appreciation from Brad.

By the time Alan had begun to lick the insides of Brad's thighs, the latter
had figured out for sure what his lover wanted.  Brad pulled his legs up
toward his chest to give Alan better access.  Alan's smile was nearly
visible in the dark tent and certainly visible in his voice.

"I want to make love to you.  I want to be buried to the hilt inside of your
wonderful ass!"

Pretty soon, Alan was preparing Brad for the union of their two hard bodies.
  His tongue began laving Brad's ball sac and then moved to his perineum.
Brad loved this oral stimulation so close to his most private area.  After a
bit of this, Alan moved further "south" and began to tease Brad's sphincter.
  Brad was on fire!

"Take me lover!"

Alan pulled back enough to say that he was going to do some more preparation
before launching his final assault.  He still felt that he had been too
rough in his excitement on their wedding night.  So, he pulled some KY out
of his pack and greased up his index finger to slip into his spouse's hot
canal.  After a little while, he added another finger and finally a third.
When he was satisfied that Brad was loose enough to receive his throbbing
cock, he gently pushed it into Brad's hot crack.  Once he had popped the
sheathed head inside, he waited for Brad to adjust.

It wasn't long before Brad's erection was returning.  That told Alan that
Brad was ready for more stimulation.  It was times like this when the guys
let go with some nasty talk to stimulate each other.

"Fuck my brains out, Baby!"  Brad was in serious heat.

Alan responded by speeding up his thrusts.  Soon the only sounds heard in
the clearing were Brad's low contented moaning and Alan's slightly higher
pitched keening.  Alan slowed down slightly to keep both of them riding the
wave of sexual pleasure.  When the inevitable climax came, both guys cried
out in ecstasy.  Aftershocks rocked their bodies as they came down from the
incredible high.

Alan produced a damp, but cold wash cloth for clean up.  Then the two lovers
climbed into the zippered bags and cuddled until sleep overtook them.

The fourth day of their river trip was unlike the others.  The sky hung
heavy with clouds which looked like they would burst at any moment.  After a
hasty breakfast, the boys packed up all the equipment in plastic garbage
bags to keep out the impending rain.

Despite the heaviness of the atmosphere, the temperature was not that low.
As the rain began, it was not, at first, a bone chilling experience.
However, the weather cooled as the morning progressed; and it was a couple
of chilled, bedraggled looking guys who pulled tied up the canoe at their
destination a couple of hours later.

After contacting the canoe rental shop and packing things back in the car,
Alan and Brad stripped and toweled each other off in the restroom before
donning the sweats that they had kept in the car trunk just in case.

Since the trip home was a long drive and since they were in no real hurry,
the guys decided to take their time and stay one night in a motel.  As soon
as they could find a place to eat lunch, they did so.  After a couple of
hours on the road, they came to a medium sized town with a good choice of
restaurants and inns.  This seemed like the ideal place to spend the night.

While there were lots of motels, there were few rooms left.  It seemed that
an old settlers' reunion was taking place and most places were full.  At the
fifth place, the young clerk said that she had only one room left and that
had only one queen sized bed, but she would give them a discount and have a
rollaway brought in.  The boys assured her that the extra bed was not
necessary.  That earned them a strange look, but the deal was struck and
they had a place to sleep without driving farther down the road.

Since the town was becoming crowded, Alan and Brad decided to have an early
dinner.  They rightly assumed that their chances of being seated quickly
would improve if they got to a place before 6:00 (the sacred dinner hour in
the Midwest).

After polishing off a steak dinner with all the trimmings, the lovers
strolled the area around the town square to see some of the festivities.
Alan bought a large bag of kettle corn from one booth and the boys shared it
as the walked.  Finally, they made their way back to the car.

Brad wanted to stop at a grocery store for a couple of things and asked Alan
to stay in the car.  A few minutes later, he emerged with a small bag and a
big smile.  To Alan's question about the contents, Brad answered with a grin
and the words: "All in good time, my son, all in good time."

Back at the motel, the boys took a long, hot shower together.  Each washed
the other's body with loving thoroughness. Alan suspected that Brad had
something kinky in mind and he was not disappointed.

Brad spread the bed with extra towels and had Alan lie on his back and close
his eyes.  Alan giggled as he heard the hiss of a pressure can and felt
something cool and creamy being squirted on his naked body.  Then he felt
something sticky being drizzled over the creamy substance.  After sensing
the flash from his digital camera, he had to open his eyes.  He looked like
a large banana split covered in dessert topping and chocolate syrup!

Brad licked up part of the mess on Alan's chest and shared it with Alan in a
passionate kiss.  Alan responded by pulling Brad to him tightly and soon
both guys were covered in whipped cream and chocolate.  Alan licked Brad's
nipples and shared the mixture with Brad.  Pretty soon, Brad said that he
had just discovered the banana in his dessert and made a dive for Alan's
hard cock.  Alan flipped around into the 69 position and for the next few
moments the only sounds in the room were slurping and moaning.

Alan called a halt to the fun long enough to pull out a condom for Brad and
to say that he wanted his spouse buried deep in his ass.  Brad shook up the
aerosol can and filled Alan's hole with the remaining topping.  This proved
to be an exciting form of lube.  It wasn't long before Brad was gently and
slowly pushing his very hard cock into the place where Alan longed for it to
be.

Brad began to move slowly while jacking Alan at the same pace.  Alan was
trying to focus on trig formulas to slow down the impending climax.  It
didn't work!  Alan shot his load between then and clenched Brad's cock with
each throb of his orgasm.  That put Brad over the edge and precipitated one
of the most powerful explosions he had experienced.

When they both went soft, Brad licked up Alan's own cream and shared it with
his lover.  Despite being almost spent from the experience, the guys decided
that another shower was in order.  By 9:30, they were asleep in each other's
arms.  Tomorrow they would go home and begin packing in earnest for college,
but tonight they slept soundly; relaxed in the security of their continuing
love.

End.