Date: Tue, 18 Apr 2006 21:28:18 -0400
From: BWCTwriter <bwctadmin@cox.net>
Subject: Love Transcending Ch 3

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            Following our most wonderful night in the cabin, it was the
day we were to shove off and begin our journey through the many lakes and
rivers Minnesota had to offer.  After we got out of bed, dressed and
packed our gear, and ate breakfast it was almost time to leave.

The outfitters supplied us with all the food, utensils, supplies and
accessories we would need on our trip.  The only items us boys were
required to bring were clothes, bedding, and personal items.  Once the
bags were out, some were designated for food, others for equipment, and
the rest for our stuff.  Each leader would go through our belongings with
us to make sure no one had any unnecessary items which would collectively
make our bags heavier and ultimately cause more work for us boys, who
would be repeatedly lugging them to and from the canoes multiple times
daily.

Once the gear was set, we headed down to the canoe equipment storage
shed.  Each boy grabbed a paddle that was of appropriate length and a
life preserver.  While the outfitter staff put the canoes to water, we
were busy deciding who was going to be canoeing with whom.  Nick and his
father would be in one, Jason with Mike, Tony with Travis, and Me with my
love, Chris.  Nate was the pass-around boy, as there were an uneven
number of boys to work with the 2 per canoe rule.  Everyone was really
excited as we were on the brink of beginning our journey.

Before we shoved off, the outfitters discussed with the group which route
we were going to take, and we decided to take the shorter route, but
spend a couple days in each area, so as to balance out the extra time we
had.

After what seemed like forever, we finally were able to board our canoes
and begin our journey through the many lakes of the Boundary Waters,
named as such due to their close proximity to the boundary of Canada.

I was so excited to be with my boy Chris that I didn't even notice how
much work it was to do all the paddling in lakes without a current.

We moved as a group steadily for a few miles until lunch time, where we
found a nice island in the lake to stop.  We boys were starving upon
arrival.  Even though it wasn't a full day's work, we weren't used to
the intense effort it took to propel our canoes through current-less
waters.  We all docked our canoes and started handing out the sandwiches
in an orderly fashion, then proceeded to devour them in the most ill
manner as we could.

After that we decided to hang around for a while, the adults wanting to
give us boys a time to rejuvenate ourselves for the second half of the
day.  After all the water and juice I drank in the morning, I was ready
to let loose all over the place, so I pulled Chris along with me.  As we
headed in the wilderness enough so we were out of earshot, I started the
conversation.

"Ugh, I can't stand staring at you all day without wanting to jump your
bones!"  Chris comically shocked at my statement.  He pushed me against
a nearby tree, pinning my arms against it.

"Beat ya," he joked with a sly smile.  He brought his lips to mine and
we made out for a couple minutes, our hands roaming all over each other.
If it was a cold afternoon, we had no way of knowing.  The heat of our
passion was so overwhelming that it could have been winter and we
wouldn't have noticed.

"Dude, I can't wait much longer," I stated desperately, "If I have to
kick everyone out of my tent to get you alone tonight, I will.  I want to
make love to you."

Chris' eyes watered, face blushed.  His emotions were overflowing and it
made it difficult to speak without his voice cracking.  "I love you so
much, Matt."

"I love you more," I joked.  He chuckled and I caught him off guard,
kissing him gently on the nose.  "You're right, I can't wait either."

Chris was wickedly surprised when I slowly slithered down his body to my
knees, gently unbuckling his belt and pants, dropping them to the floor.
Chris' hardness was pressing against his boxers, waiting for my oral
embrace.  I put my fingers between the fabric and slid them down to the
floor, leaving Chris exposed from the waist down.  I stared at his
beautiful organ, swelled and ready to burst.

I was so nervous I was sweating bullets.  Here was Chris, my one and only
love, in front of me, his hardness pulsing, begging to be relieved.  With
a quick movement of my lips I engulfed his 5 inch cock in my mouth,
sucking gently, rolling my tongue over his red mushroom-like head.

Chris was in utter bliss, moaning softly, pushing up his hips to meet my
mouth.  His wispy pubic hairs tickled my nose on each downward motion of
my head.  Chris gently held my head, caressing my soft hair.  He bit his
lip in anticipation as his impending orgasm began to build in his
testicles.  With every motion of my mouth around his dick, every swirl of
my tongue, waves of pleasure swept over Chris' body.  I loved more than
anything to please this boy god in front of me.  Within another minute,
Chris was achingly close to orgasm.

"Matt...I'm gonna...I'm..." Chris moaned as he began releasing
pre-orgasmic fluid, which I lapped up with my tongue happily, using it to
further lubricate his rigid cock.  Chris began humping my face, moaning
harder, as I could tell he was on the edge of losing it.

With one final thrust of his hips, Chris moaned "umph" and released his
ejaculate in a most incredibly powerful and quantitative orgasm, several
jets of cum I could feel hitting the back of my throat, which I willingly
ate up.  I didn't think it was possible, but his ejaculate was even
sweeter than his saliva.  Once I tasted it, I knew there was no way I
could ever love anyone else.  Here Chris was, fulfilling my dream of
finding love and happiness.  There was no way I was going to let him go
this time.  Not then, not ever.  Oh yea, and we were SO not done playin'
around today, not by a long shot.

After Chris and I spent some time recovering from our little exercise, we
fixed ourselves back up and joined the group, who had finished eating and
were just milling about, talking and things.  Chris and I stayed pretty
close together, talking to Travis and Nate, making jokes and playfully
punching each other as typical teenagers do.

We knew it was getting to be time to keep moving, so we helped the
leaders clean up all our food mess, packed up everything that needed
packing, and continued on down the river.  It was a couple hours before
we reached what would ultimately be our stopping point for the next two
days.  We figured that we could do day explorations around the lake from
here, or just hang out and play cards, do some swimming, or anything else
that suited us.

It took about an hour and a half to set up all the tents, including the
dining fly, and stow our gear for the night.  After things were settled,
Gary directed a couple of the boys to begin preparing the dinner.  We
were surprised how amply portioned everything was. No scout or adult went
hungry that night.

Once done eating, we sat around the fire for a couple hours shooting the
shit.  Travis and Nate decided they wanted to try taking a swim, so they
ran into their tents and changed quickly into their trunks, and returned
bare-chested and ready to make some waves.  Chris and I sat watching the
two foolhardy boys freeze their balls off in the cold water.  They were
visibly shaking but still insisted on having fun.  Travis' nipples
looked to be painfully erect, which is probably the opposite of what his
young penis was.  I can't imagine little Travis having fun being drowned
in the icy water.  I laughed at the thought.

Chris peered over at me.  "What's so funny?"

I returned his gaze, smiling back at him.  "Nothing." A wink was all it
took to put a smile on my lover's face.  "Wanna have some fun
tonight?"

"Hell yeah," Chris bellowed in a comically deep voice.  He quickly
shoved me in the direction of our tent, to which I gladly navigated
myself.  Once the zipper of the tent was closed, Chris was all over me,
kissing my neck, rubbing my chest.  I hated to disconnect myself for the
minuscule moments it took to yank my shirt off and kick off my pants.

He then jumped me, sitting on my legs and pinning my arms back above my
head.  "It's MY turn to pin YOU."  He continued his oral assault of my
face and neck for a minute, then slowly began working his way down my
body with his tongue, gently teasing one of my nipples.  He continued
further, probing my belly button, sanitizing it with his thick saliva.  I
was more than ready for what was next.  Gently he began undoing my
button, sliding the zipper of my pants down, then gently pulled them off
each leg, at which point he shifted to pleasuring my feet, licking each
toe until it was slippery with his juices.  I had no idea he could be
this loving and sensuous.  He licked his way up my legs; I shuddered as
he stimulated my inner thigh, and just before he reached my genitals, he
switched to the bottom of the other leg, where he continued bathing me
with his tongue bath.

I was squirming around, excited at the contact, my cock standing proud
and ready, balls hanging low and loose, little orbs filled with my seed.

"Oh god, Chris," I moaned, "I can't wait any longer."  His tongue
stimulations were driving me mad, and I was even producing precum,
something I've never done when pleasuring myself.  At long last, he
attacked my cock and swallowed it all, working feverishly to get me off,
stimulating the head of my dick so much, I was on cloud nine.  He loved
the taste of my dick, I could tell.  Even he was moaning at this point.

Chris let my cock slip out of my mouth, then moved to my right testicle,
gently caressing it with his tongue, then taking the whole thing into his
mouth, sucking lightly, which brought on indescribable new sensations
that I will never forget.

Then, he went to my LEFT testicle.  I was producing so much precum that I
didn't know if I was even going to ejaculate at this point.  When he
thought he'd tortured me enough, and I assure you he did, he finally
took my aching penis into his mouth, sucking hard and bobbing up and down
rhythmically.  It only took about thirty seconds with his mouth
stimulating me that I could not hold it anymore.  The buildup started
from the lowest part of my testicles, built up through my organs, and at
long last I was at the point of no return.  My entire body shook as I
reached orgasm, my body was soaked with sweat, muscles twitching, and the
pressure in my balls was so achingly powerful that I could not hold it
for more than a few seconds, and with a yelp I exploded the most powerful
and awesome orgasm I have ever had in my life.  Six times I shot my seed
into his mouth what must have been the mother load, because Chris barely
kept up, and even let a few drops trickle down the side of his lips,
which were curled up in a satisfied smile, knowing that he caused such
powerful feelings to erupt from my body.  He brought his face up to mine
and we kissed passionately.  I could still taste the leftover ejaculate
that had collected in the corner of his lip.

Chris broke the kiss, but stayed close to my face, staring straight into
my eyes.  "You taste like cherries...."

We burst out laughing at the same time.  I don't know why, but I guess
Chris was just trying to impress me more or something.

We decided to spend the rest of the evening in each others arms, in
Chris' oversized sleeping bag, not sure why he decided to bring THAT
along...I know I wasn't thinking that far ahead.  Luckily Chris was
cleverer than I.  We snuggled up close and just lost ourselves in the
moment.  Holding him close to my naked body, sharing our body heat, as
well as our love was a very comforting experience.  Suddenly, I didn't
feel as though any of the problems I had in school in the past meant
anything.  Right there, in that moment, I was free from worry and
stress.  Being wrapped around my love was a completing social experience
that would change my life from that moment on.

We eventually fell asleep in that same position, content with each
other's presence to keep us warm and comfortable.  I didn't need to
dream that night, because my dreams had just come true before my very
eyes.



I was the first to stir the next morning, finding my head still propped
lovingly over Chris' neck.  I could smell his scent, the sweet stench of
an active teenager.  Fortunately, despite our late night activities, my
muscles did feel rejuvenated, and I was ready to tackle another day of
canoeing with my love.

"Chris, wake up man"

"Five more minutes, mommy," Chris groaned.

Feeling insulted, I slapped him playfully in the belly, which caused him
to gasp suddenly, then we broke out in a fit of giggles, Chris pushing me
back in mock disgust.

"Go away," Chris ordered, "I do not wish to see your face today!"

"Well too bad," I spat back, "because you have to canoe with me all
day long."

"Psh, what ever!" Chris responded in an effeminate manner.  "Maybe
I'll go spend the day with Travis.  I'm sure we could cause some
controversy."

I pushed him away and scoffed.  "If you do that, don't bother coming
back and begging to sleep with me ever again!"

Chris grinned slyly.  "Promise?"

"Ugh," I said frustrated with his sarcastic taunting, "get outta
here!  Go make me breakfast or something."

"Yeah," Chris responded, "cause THAT'S gonna happen!"

We broke out in laughter again, pushing each other around playfully until
we noticed that our activities were beginning to escalate beyond what we
had meant them to be.  Our teenage hormones were at it again, getting us
into trouble at all hours of the day.

"Okay, okay, that's enough," I had to stop the foreplay before it got
any worse.  "We need to talk today, after lunch, ok?"

"Alright babe," Chris responded, grinning goofily back at me.

"Breakfast is ready!" called Gary from the dining area.  Realizing we
were both starving, we threw on our clothes and made our way to the
dining fly, sitting down with our group of scouts and leaders, each
engaged with their own individual conversations with this boy or that.
Breakfast was definitely better than expected, as the supplies given to
us by the outfitters were far above adequate, even considering the
semi-generous amount of money each boy had to pay to go on this weeklong
trip.

As expected, we stayed around our home campsite, taking small canoeing
trips around the area, while leaving our equipment at our "home base."
I remember going out with Dr. Cross (Jason's dad) on a canoe to retrieve
some water.  Tim brought along with him a water purifier, as we couldn't
very well be toting large quantities around like camels.  We would paddle
ourselves out to the middle of the lake, sink a pail with a rope attached
to it until it reached the bottom, pull it up and then proceed to feed it
through the purifying apparatus.  This kind of intrigued me, as I
couldn't really understand how it all worked, but was happy it did, so
as to prevent any of us boys from getting sick and ruining the camping
experience for ourselves and others.

Once I returned from our water retrieval project, Chris confronted me
with a request to go off with Travis and Nate for a little day trip.  I
was a little let down, as I really didn't want to be too far away from
my newfound love...EVER... But I knew it was important to him, so I
agreed.  So, as the three havoc-wreaking preteens scurried off to do
their thing, I hung around with Gary and Gene by the fire, talking about
whatever came up.

After the trio joined the rest of the troop for lunch, I feigned fatigue
and pulled Chris off with me to the tent.  Once we were secured inside
the tent, I plopped down on the ground, Chris gazing down at me.  I did
my best to look ill in order to gain his sympathies.

"What's wrong," he queried, obviously picking up on my attempt to
steal his attention.  "Are you sick?"

Now there's an interesting question.  "Yes.  I'm sick of being away
from you.  Kiss me."

"Well," he replied jokingly, "don't mind if I do."  Chris brought
his lips to mine and we made out for a couple minutes before we had to
come up from air.  I didn't think it would ever be possible to be this
much in love with someone.  I wanted to share everything with him.  I
couldn't wait for the moment where we would lose our virginity
together.  There was no one on this earth whom deserved it more than my
love.

"God, I wish we were home," I thought out loud.  "I want you so bad,
but we have to be careful.  I think Gene already kinda' knows about me.
I can tell that he doesn't care, but we can't take any chances.  If
that bible toting bastard Chuck finds out, we'll both be on an express
ticket home, that's for sure.  That means I go back to Iowa, and you go
back to Arkansas."

"No way," Chris retorted, "I'd never let that happen.  I'll run away
if I have to.  I'll do whatever it takes to stay with you, Matt.  I love
you so much."

We embraced lovingly, I kissed his neck, and he grazed his fingers over
my chest, the fibers of my shirt tickling my skin as his fingers moved up
and down my belly.

"I love you, too Chris," I answered back.  "I thought I'd lost you
two years ago; thought I'd never see you again.  I want to shout out to
the world my love for you.  I know that its going to be hard for us,
Chris, but I think we can do it together."

"I'm not ready to come out yet," Chris stated.  "My dad would be
devastated.  We'd get kicked out of scouts for sure.  I want to so bad,
but I think we should take more time to strengthen our relationship
first.  I want us to be prepared for our coming out.  I know a lot of
good websites we can check out.  Hopefully I can find some places around
Mason City when we move out here in October."

Matt thought he had heard wrong.  "What did you say?"

Chris smiled broadly, then straightened his face out.  "Oh, you mean I
forgot to tell you?  Oh yeah, well The old man wants to return to Iowa
cuz the schools down in Arkansas suck, so We'll be checkin' out houses
next week, after we drive back to Mason."

"Shut up!" I said in astonishment.  "Dude, how could you hold that
from me?"

Chris gleamed with pride in his sneaky underhandedness.  "What can I
say, I love watching you squirm."

"Oh, you are so dead," I threatened.  Right then I tackled him, pinning
him to the ground, and paused for dramatic effect.  "Hmm...now that
I've got you trapped, what shall I do with you?  I know, lets see if
you're still ticklish."  I began feverishly attacking his sides and
underarms, sending him into a fit of uncontrollable, child-like giggles.
"Now who's squirming?"

"OK, OK I give, I give!" Chris conceded, at which point I stopped
tickling and laid on my back, being as calm as I was when we first sat
down in the tent.  "Sadist,"

"Yes, I'll have one order, please," I chided.  I grabbed my love in my
arms again, hugging his head to my shoulder.  "God, I love you."

"I love you more...."

* * * **

While we stayed back lazily from the group of canoes in front of us,
doing an evening run around the lake, I felt I needed to talk further
about keeping our secret during this trip.  We didn't need anyone
gossiping behind our back, or accusations thrown around, parents called,
or items thrown in our direction, so I suggested that we keep out
displays of affection limited to the confines of our own tent, which
would cut down on the chance of us getting caught.

Chris was in agreement, but I had a feeling he'd still try and get in
what action he could when no one was looking, and I was right.  That
night, during a campfire session, Travis, Nate, and Mike were sitting
across from us, engaged in their own conversation, not really focused on
anything else, and they began creating a ruckus with pushing, shoving,
and raised voices.  Frank, the troop's resident social security leech,
at like...i dunno 120 years old or something, walked over to them and
started ranting and raving about how he'd never be loud and disruptive
when he was a kid, or something equally lame.  The boys started arguing
with the nearly extinct dinosaur which threatened to break up the fun
they were having.

At one point the boys were in a position which they were too centered on
the heated debate to notice, and Chris took a chance and pecked me on the
lips.  I gasped and looked in his direction.  He smiled his sly smile,
seeing his daring feat cause me to turn a deep shade of crimson in
embarrassment.  I playfully pushed him, then draped my right arm over his
shoulders, pulling him in close momentarily, then back to his upright
position.  I kept my arm there for a good 30 minutes, savoring the only
contact that I thought would go unnoticed in a group full of boys.
Luckily, no one asked why we seemed so close and mellow together.
...Blind fools....

Soon enough it was time to head to bed.  The leaders shooed us back to
our tents while they continued talking by the fire.  Chris and I were
more than willing to get inside our tent, zip ourselves in his oversized
sleeping bag, and strip each other naked.

It's a good thing no one ever saw the inside of our tent, because I
hadn't touched my sleeping bag since we got there.  There were two
pillows atop Chris' bedding, something that definitely would have drawn
questions.

As was no surprise to me, we were both painfully erect.  The heat we
shared in that sleeping bag helped arouse us further, and I pinned Chris
down as I had done before, kissing his neck and chest, then slowly began
grinding my hardness into his.  I began slow at first, and we began to
pick up the pace as Chris got into the rhythm.  It was an intense feeling
of bliss, our teenage organs stimulating each other simultaneously.  We
were breathing heavily, sweat dripping off my hair and onto Chris'
face.  He licked my salty fluids off his face, and continued picking up
the pace of his pumping, as did I, until we quickly began approaching the
point of no return.  I was feverishly humping my boy from above, as he
complemented my movements from below.  I had to bite my tongue to keep
from screaming, and covered Chris' mouth just in case, as we could no
longer hold it in, and came at the same time, our seed mixing together
between our sweaty bodies, coating each other with thick ropes of fluid.

When the orgasm subsided, I collapsed to the side of Chris, draping my
arm over his chest, right leg intertwined with his.  We stayed there in
silence as I drew small circles around his chest with my fingertips.  I
figured now that we were calmed down and alone, we should start to get to
know each other's stories.

Keeping my eyes on his chest, I started.  "So, when did you know that
you were...gay?"

Chris reflected a moment before he spoke softly.  "'Bout six months
before you came to Iowa.  I really didn't know what to do about it.  I
felt weird starting a conversation with someone `hey, you wanna mess
around?'  I didn't want to get my ass kicked.  I had a couple online
friends I came out to, and they've been pretty cool.  They helped me
decide that even though I wasn't sure, I had to be honest with you.  I
have missed you ever since I left here two years ago.  I was too damn
chicken to say anything."

"Dude, it's alright," I comforted him.  "I did the same thing.  Wow,
I can't believe you waited two years for me."

"Didn't have much choice," Chris admitted.  "No one likes me down
there.  They're always pushin' me around, calling me a fag and a
pussy." He paused to let a tear drop.  "Why do we have to be like this,
man?"

"I don't know, Chris."   I hugged him close.  After a pause I started
telling my story.  "I first started messing around with my cousin Phil
when I was ten, just normal boy experimentation, except I never grew out
of it."  I stopped momentarily, hearing a stir from outside.  "Did you
hear something?"  I stuck my head outside the flap of the tent and found
an empty campground.  I guess my paranoia was on high, due to the private
nature of our conversation.  I returned to our conversation promptly.
"The term gay started hitting home in sixth and seventh grade.  I just
didn't like girls.  Boys were so much cuter to me.  And when I joined up
with your troop in Mason, I knew what I wanted for sure.  I've loved you
since the moment we met.  You're my one and only, Chris."

Chris became teary eyed, silver droplets of water cascading off his
face.  My lover was moved by my admission, so much so that his emotions
were forced to flow out his body in the only way it knew how.

"Matt," Chris responded, "you're the only one I want in this whole
world."

We embraced lovingly, and stayed cuddled together through the night,
sharing our heat, our presence, our strength and love with each other.
There was no way I would ever let Chris go.  My soul was his and his
mine.  We were partners in a long journey that was just beginning,
outcome unknown, but with faith that God would carry us through it until
we found true happiness and acceptance.

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