Published: 19 Dec 2016

Their first partial day on the river was a leisurely one. The two youngest boys were not used to canoeing, so Jared shared a canoe with Dane and Logan went with Colton. Jerry wasn’t as experienced as Trent, but caught on quickly while teaming with him. Brent and Mike showed that they had not forgotten what they had learned in the previous summer.

By noon, everyone was feeling pretty good about how well they were functioning and, of course, everyone was ready for lunch. They feasted on bread, lunch meat, and cheese, accompanied by potato chips and washed down with cold water. Other than the calories in the chips, it was a pretty healthy meal. They would burn it off in a few hours anyway.

Midafternoon, the boys pulled their canoes out at a campsite which was roomy enough to hold all of their tents comfortably. They erected them facing away from the river toward the small fire pit in the center of the clearing. The arrangement ensured that they couldn’t be seen by anyone canoeing by.

After the guys collected an ample supply of dry firewood, they sawed it up into smaller chunks. Dane and Colt spread their beach towels out on the edge of a large tarp and stripped off their shorts to lie naked in the sun. The other guys followed their example beginning with Trent and Jerry. Jared was quick to join them. Logan was a little shy at first, but seeing that Jared was comfortable with it, he decided it was okay.

Mike and Brent were not at the camp at the moment. They had continued to “hunt for firewood” deeper into the woods. They returned with a few measly sticks and big grins on their faces. Then they stripped and joined the others.

Dane and Colt had made a bet on whether or not Jared and Logan would put lotion on each other’s back. Colt lost the bet as the younger boys coated each other’s skin with no apparent hesitancy. He had thought they might chance sunburn rather than to have that kind of contact with another male. Some straight guys probably would.

For the sake of propriety, Colt and Dane pulled their shorts on before they began to prepare the evening meal. Had they been at the lake alone or in the company of some other friends, there was no way they would have bothered with clothes.

The meal was a simple one built around hamburgers grilled over an open fire. The guys all thought it excellent. Fresh air and good friends made everything taste better. For dessert, the traditional s’mores were the order of the day. Those extra calories wouldn’t stick to active teens for any length of time.

Jared was first to suggest that they go skinny dipping to wash off their lotion and sweat. No one objected, although Logan was the last to shed his clothes and get in the water. Trent had brought along a large bottle of biodegradable soap which he passed around. He was very much into not polluting. The others appreciated his thoughtfulness.

Dane and Colt scrubbed each other’s back with a washcloth. Mike and Brent helped bathe each other too. They also fooled around a bit in a kind of sexual play. If they were going to keep their orientation a secret from the straight guys on the trip, they were going about it the wrong way. That much grab-ass was bound to out them.

Fortunately, the water was about waist deep so the guys could hide their privates if another canoe passed by. Only one did. It was paddled by an older couple who called out a greeting as they neared the boys. As the guys sank deeper into the river, the lady chuckled. She guessed that they were naked as her own sons would have been at that age.

“Don’t let the fish nibble on anything important,” she joked.

Logan nearly stood up because, for a moment, he thought that she was serious about the fish biting his “bait”.

It wasn’t late when the guys turned in, but there was nothing to keep them up without a computer or TV. The soft ripple of the water and the fresh air were conducive to relaxing, but no one went to sleep immediately. Jerry and Trent talked about their girlfriends and about school, Dane and Colt made gentle, leisurely love as quietly as possible, Bent and Mike got each other off for the third time that day, and Logan and Jared talked again about circle jerks.

“Are you going to bop your bologna tonight?” Jared asked trying out one of his newly acquired terms.

Logan giggle, “I’ve never heard that one before. But, yeah, the monkey needs a spanking.”

Jared also giggled in response.

“Want to do it together,” he asked in a nervous voice.

“Yeah, I do if you do.”

Jared got out his little flashlight and pulled off his briefs. Logan removed his boxers and came up hard. Both boys felt like they were doing something delightfully naughty.

Their five-inch stiffies looked to them like a matched set as they knelt facing each other, their knees almost touching. They began to stroke slowly, not taking their eyes off of each other’s joystick. The excitement of sharing this experience made them both really hot. At the last possible moment, Jared grabbed his briefs to prevent their jism from hitting his sleeping bag. He shot so hard that the first spurt missed them and landed on Logan’s crotch. That made Logan even hornier. He shot soon after, splattering some of his load on his tent mate. Luckily, neither was offended by having someone else’s cum on his body. Both of them played in the sticky mess with their fingers and giggled.

“Wow that was fun!” Jared concluded.

“Yeah,” Logan agree. “It’s kind of cool doing it with someone else. I don’t think I’ll put my shorts back on.”

“I’m not either; mine are pretty sticky. I usually sleep naked anyway.”

“Cool! I like to do that too.”

Since they had gone to bed early, all of the boys had a long sleep and still awoke at an hour that was early for everyone but Jared. He felt like not being up before 6:30 was sleeping in.

Breakfast consisted of cold cereal and milk since they didn’t want to build a fire only to put it out again. Besides, this way they could get an early start on the river. That was the best way to see wildlife.

Colt noticed that Jared and Logan appeared to be closer than they had been 24 hours before. He loved how they bantered back and forth as they packed up their tent. He was pleased they were connecting just as he’d hoped they would.

The river was teeming with animal activity as they got underway. A couple of hawks made lazy circles overhead, surveying the landscape looking for their breakfast.

A mother loon and her chicks paddled along the shore exhibiting no fear of the humans who were sharing their environment.

Several deer drank from the stream as the guys tried to glide by as quietly as they could. Logan was in awe of it all. Living in town, and not going on trips like this before, he had never experienced so many animals in their natural habitat.

When traffic on the river picked up, the woodland creatures retreated. There weren’t a lot of people canoeing, however, because it was a weekday. On a Saturday or Sunday, it would have been a different story.

Like the previous day, the guys weren’t trying to rush. Their destination was not that far away and they were in no hurry to reach it. They didn’t continue too many hours after eating lunch.

The camping place that they settled on was rather cramped for all four tents. However, they managed to lay out a suitable arrangement so each had a bit of privacy.

Trent and Jerry had planned the meal for that night. It was a hotdog roast and each guy cooked his own so he could control how well done he wanted it. Some liked them barely warm in the center while others wanted theirs partially charred on the outside.

They spent a while retelling old ghost stories they’d heard on previous scout campouts. It made Dane and Colt kind of nostalgic remembering the fun they’d had as part of the troop.

Again, they bathed in the river before heading to their tents for the night. This time, no one put his shorts back on for the return trip. Everyone was getting accustomed to being naked in the woods.

“I hear suspicious sounds. Are you guys jacking off over there?” Trent teased.

“Sure,” Dane answered.

“Us too,” Brent snickered. “Are you and Jerry doing it?”

“Not yet. We were thinking about standing around the campfire and seeing who could shoot the farthest.”

“Better not talk like that; Logan’s grandma will track you down and wash your mouth out with a bar of Ivory soap. You’re supposed to be the senior straight guys unlike Dane and me. She’d expect us to lead her grandson into temptation.”

“I’m game; lead me already,” Logan snickered.

“Are you serious,” Trent asked.

“Hell yes!” Logan responded.

“If you are, step out naked by the fire.” Trent requested.

“I will, but this had better not be a trick.”

Logan unzipped the flap of his tent and emerged naked and hard. Jared followed him, equally aroused. Dane and Colt looked out and giggled.

“Ha-ha,” gotchya!” Trent snickered.

“Come on you wusses!” Logan demanded. “You’re all talk and no action. We’re gonna drag your sorry asses out if you don’t come on your own.”

Responding to his challenge, Trent crawled out of his tent with Jerry close behind. They were both semi-hard and their more mature dicks looked impressive to the younger pair.

“Get out here and join us,” Trent called to the rest. “Let’s stand around what’s left of the fire and see if we can drown it with spooge.”

It amazed the two gay couples that it was the straight kids who seemed to be encouraging a circle jerk. Well, who were they to discourage it? They didn’t take long to line up in a circle with their companions.

“We might as well enjoy this to the fullest,” Colt said as he ran his hands sensuously over his chest, tweaking his nipples and moaning.

The younger boys aped his actions.

Trent made gasping noises as he caressed his balls and massaged his perineum. The other guys followed his example. The younger guys were learning new things about the erogenous zones of their developing bodies.

Little by little, each guy modeled something that turned him on and the rest tried it too. Watching each other’s stimulation of their own bodies made even the straightest of the lot produce more pre-cum than usual.

Jerry thrust his groin forward and backward taking gentle, sensuous strokes into his loosely cupped fist. He stopped a couple of times to spit on his hand for lubrication. He tilted his head back and cried out as he shot thick wads of stored-up cream. His whole body shuddered and he nearly fell to his knees from the intensity of it.

Jared and Logan shot next, sending thinner spurts which sizzled as they landed on the hot coals. It was difficult to say who came next because there was a lot of gasping and sighing and squirting. It didn’t really matter because this was not a contest with prizes to claim. But, if it had been, Jerry would have won in several categories.

When it was over, Trent felt a bit guilty for having initiated group sex-play that bordered on being gay. However, when Dane and Colt hugged him, he knew they were okay with it. When the rest of the guys joined in one, massive group hug, Trent felt really good about his actions. It didn’t even bother him that some of the stickiness on his legs was not of his own making.

“I always wanted to do one of those, but thought I’d never get to! Thanks,” Logan enthused.

Back in their tents, Jerry and Trent fell to sleep rapidly lying naked on their sleeping bags. They were truly stress-free.

Dane and Colt sucked the last drops off of each other before spooning together and gently feeling each other’s body. Cuddling after coming was something they always enjoyed

Mike and Brent sucked each other to a second climax – moaning more loudly than they had intended. They seemed to have insatiable appetites for each other’s boy-milk.

“It’s a good source of protein and it’s all natural,” Brent giggled after licking up the last drop his boyfriend had to offer. (He was paraphrasing something he’d heard in a TV commercial promoting eggs.)

Logan and Jared also giggled. They were commenting about how cool it had been to watch and to hear other guys cum. They might be straight, but this was an experience they would never forget. They sensed that these guys would always be their buds now that they had shared such an intimate and private experience.

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