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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!
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.
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.