Second Chance, Chapter 3
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Ch. 3
Had it not been for the need to piss around 6:00, the boys might have missed the beauty of the early morning. Their sexual release the night before had evidently stimulated their bladders.
They chose a convenient tree not far from their tent and watered it together. They hurried because the mosquitoes threatened to bite any and all exposed flesh. As soon as they could, they sprayed each other with insect repellant. It would be torture to get bitten on one's dick!
"I'm gonna get my camera," Josh exclaimed. "I have to capture this scene."
"I wish I would've brought one," Eric said. "I was too pissed to think about preserving memories."
"No problem, Dude, you can use mine. It's digital and I have loads of meg and extra batteries with me so we can take all of the pictures we want. I'll email you the whole batch or I can post them on flikr.com. Hey, why don't you pose in your sexy underwear and I'll get one of you looking at the scenery. I promise not to post it where the public can see it."
"Okay, I will if you let me take one like that of you too." Eric grinned.
The boys were unaware of how cute they looked with their "bed head" hair and their formfitting underwear. They could have been models for Abercrombie and Fitch or Andrew Christian.
When they finished their short photo shoot, the boys pulled on yesterday's shorts and T's after applying fresh deodorant to their pits. If they were going to go with so few clothes, they would have to get more than one day's wearing out of them. Each guy was hoping not to offend his tent mate.
The men were awakened by their need to pee and the sounds of their sons getting the food packs down in order to start breakfast. Evidently the teens were ravenous as usual.
As quickly as they could, the men got dressed to help with the cooking. Eggs and bacon were on the menu for the first morning. Since there were several loaves of bread, some was pan-toasted to complete the meal.
The next order of business was rolling up sleeping bags and mats and striking the tents. When everything was back in the packs and loaded into the canoes, the guys set out to find their next campsite. This time, the men were in one canoe and the boys were in the other. The men had the map and compass, so the boys let them take the lead.
Eric was already beginning to enjoy the challenge of the wild outdoors very much. He had proved to himself that he was capable of carrying a heavy load over rough terrain. He had been able to help erect a tent in a very short time. He had cooked the steaks perfectly. And now he was paddling proficiently with a boy that he had a great deal of respect for.
Added to this was the chance to see loons, wood ducks, otters, turtles, and an occasional eagle. Wild flowers grew in profusion along some of the shores as well.
There was also the possibility of learning to catch fish. He had scoffed at his dad's insistence on buying him a license and bringing an extra rod and reel. Now, he was looking forward to having Josh teach him how to use them.
Eric was changing. He could feel it. Was it the result of primitive camping and being close to nature, or was it the company he was in? Could it possibly be both? The fresh air was great and all that, but how would it feel to him without his "Tigger"?
Since they had gotten off to an early start, it was still morning when the guys were nearing the area where they wanted to set up a base camp. The first campsite they came to was already occupied, and from the things hanging on a makeshift clothes line, it looked like the campers were staying.
Their next option turned out to be unavailable and so did the third. The sky was beginning to darken again so finding a spot became imperative if they didn't want to face getting drenched.
In Eric's mind, he could hear the song from the Disney video of Winnie the Pooh: "I'm just a little black rain cloud, hovering over the honey tree." He began to sing the words softly without thinking. Then Josh joined in and sang the next line with him: "Pay no attention to little me!"
Eric cracked up laughing and so did Josh. They giggled at how they were totally on the same wave-length.
Their fun was interrupted by their dads who were telling them to paddle to the right - into a little cove - to see if that happened to be the location of a campsite. They did. Eric jumped out of the front of the canoe to bring it gently toward the rocky shore.
Above the pullout spot was a huge, flat rock formation. It would be an ideal place to lie in the sun if this was indeed a camping place.
Eric skirted the rock and walked up the trail and saw that there was a fire grate and plenty of flat places to pitch tents. He came back shouting that this was an ideal area.
The boys unloaded their canoe and beached it before the men landed. They picked out a spot for their tent that was sheltered by tall trees and set apart from the main area where they thought their fathers would likely set up.
They had their ground tarp spread and their tent halfway erected by the time the men had their packs unloaded. As soon as they got the rain fly in place, they put their sleeping gear and personal pack inside.
This time everyone felt that they should hold off eating until they set up everything, knowing that the little black rain cloud would likely douse them if they didn't. The boys ran a rope between two trees to use as the center support for the dining fly that was in their equipment pack. With shorter ropes and stakes, they secured the corners and centers of two sides so that it resembled a gabled roof. Then, they gathered firewood and placed it under the fly along with the food packs in order to keep everything as dry as possible. They had barely finished when it began to sprinkle.
When they got their tent erected, Scott and Ben joined their sons under the dining fly to prepare lunch. Today's menu included some of the leftover summer sausage from the day before plus slices of cheese for sandwiches. Everyone was to have two sandwiches with three slices of cheese on each. With all of the extra bread that the outfitter had included, they decided that the boys could have an extra lunch meat sandwich as well if they wanted to. The teens didn't turn the extra food down!
Unlike yesterday's storm, this shower turned out to be light and of short duration. By 12:30, the sun was peeking through and the clouds were dispersing. It was going to be a gorgeous afternoon.
The men suggested that they go exploring to another area to see Eddy Falls. The outfitter had said that it was the largest waterfall in that part of the wilderness.
It took over an hour of fairly steady paddling, but the sight turned out to be well worth the effort it took to get there. All four were eager to climb to the top of the trail as soon as they'd had an afternoon snack.
It was fascinating to see how much higher the other small lake was above the one they'd been traveling on. The trail up was steep and rough, but no one seemed to mind. Eric was not complaining and Scott was thankful that his son seemed to be enjoying each new challenge.
After getting a photo or two of that area, the boys decided to go back down half way and take another path that led toward the lower part of the falls. They could see the full extent of it from that vantage point and the view of the cascading water was magnificent.
Josh took several shots of it, thinking that it might make an impressive picture in pastel or colored pencil when he was in art class next school year. He had another inspiration that he hoped would not offend Eric.
"I'd like to get you in the picture. Would you mind taking off your shirt and shorts and standing in the pool at the bottom? Your underwear doesn't look much different from a swimsuit."
"Okay. Like I said before, I'll pose for you, if you'll let me take a picture of you the same way."
"Fair enough!" Josh responded enthusiastically.
He took several shots of Eric including one in which Eric was sitting partially submerged in the chilly water. He had Eric pull his underwear down a couple of inches so that it would look like he was wearing nothing. It made Eric feel sexy and he began to bone up a bit despite the temperature of the water. He hoped that we wouldn't embarrass himself, but he didn't think Josh would tease him even if he did get hard.
When it was his turn to photograph Josh, Eric had him go through the same poses. He checked out Josh's bulge as he arose from sitting in the pool. It seemed to have plumped up. The sight made him respond in like manner. Both boys wore smirks on their faces, as they slipped out of their wet underwear and pulled their shorts back on, although neither of them made any mention of what made them grin.
They had scarcely gotten dressed when they heard the snapping of twigs signaling that someone was coming. It turned out to be just their fathers, but they were still glad that they weren't discovered naked.
Dinner that night was brats grilled over the open fire. There were buns and packets of mustard and catsup to spice them up. There was also a mixture of dried peas and carrots that cooked up pretty well, but wasn't as tasty as the corn had been. Their meal was completed by a bag of potato chips which Scott had brought along in case they were needed.
For dessert, they had chocolate cookies that were similar to Oreos, but probably less expensive. In any event, they tasted great.
Scott heated water for coffee or hot chocolate. The boys opted for the cocoa.
They sat around the campfire a little later that night because there was no rush to go anywhere in the morning since they were planning to stay at the same site for a couple more nights.
The men were hoping that their sons would be tired enough to go to sleep when they hit their tent. That way they wouldn't have to worry as much about making noise.
The boys soon yawned and excused themselves. Eric had to pee, but Josh had to make the long journey back to the primitive latrine. He carried a roll of toilet paper, a flashlight, and his can of bug spray. He was taking no chances of getting his ass bitten!
The boys got undressed down to their underwear as soon as they got into the tent. Eric was wondering if they would both do what they had done the night before or if they would talk for a while. His answer was not long in coming.
"So, have you ever done anything kinky to get yourself off," Josh whispered to Eric.
Eric had not expected a direct, personal question, but had hoped their conversation from the previous afternoon would continue.
"Maybe, have you?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"I'll tell something if you go first," Eric said.
"Hey, I asked first," Josh giggled. "Okay, I was skinny dipping in a creek where it was muddy. I got really horny because I could've been caught and I sort of humped the ground – you know – kept doing it until I creamed."
"Wow that IS hot. I leaned into the orbital sander when I was refinishing a table top for grandma. I came in my jeans two different times. I bet I sanded an eighth of an inch off of that top before I finally decided I'd better re-stain and varnish it before I sanded it through."
"I know the feeling!" Josh agreed. "I think I wore off a layer of paint on our car when Dad first got the polishing machine"
"It's kind of warm in this sleeping bag," Eric said as he extricated himself. "Aren't you hot too?"
"Yeah, but I'm not sure I want to come out."
"Because you have a woody?"
"Yeah, do you?"
"See for yourself," Eric suggested shining a flashlight on the crotch of his bulging underwear.
"That's a big enough tent to sleep three people," Josh giggled.
"Can I see your tent?" Eric asked.
"Okay. I hope you're not disappointed."
Eric shined his light on an equally impressive protuberance. Evidently the boys were alike in more ways than they had realized.
"Uh, can I really see it?" Eric inquired with a quaver in his voice.
"I'll show if you do," Josh responded. "Promise you won't laugh."
The boys pulled down their skivvies at the same time. Neither boy laughed, because both were impressed.
"Wow, you got to keep your skin too!" Josh whispered excitedly. "I haven't seen many guys like that, but my dad has his."
"Mine, too. Do you think that's why we didn't get circumcised?"
"Yeah. I think they knew it was cool. I used to be embarrassed in the showers, but now I really like it. You don't need lube..."
"Are you as horny as I am?" Eric asked, ignoring the obvious.
"Yeah. Are you going to do something about it like last night?" Josh inquired, hoping that he hadn't gone too far.
"Like this?" Eric asked as he began to slide his right hand up and down on his rampant shaft.
"Oh yeah," Josh moaned as he copied Eric's movements.
The two teens were sighing and panting as quietly as they could considering that they were heading quickly toward orgasm. Eric kept his light on so that they could watch each other. Neither boy was looking at his own body.
The boys were already horny from their conversation about getting off.
Watching each other jack off was too stimulating to allow either guy to last long.
Eric's erratic breathing was having its effect on Josh. Josh's quiet gasping was an inspiration to Eric. Very soon, both were shooting their pent-up loads. Josh had his hand over his mouth to stifle his moans. Eric was biting on his thumb for the same reason.
After it was over, both boys were a bit embarrassed at their forwardness.
"I hope you're not mad at me," Josh whispered.
"Hell no!" Eric responded. "Why would I be? That was really hot!"
"You and I ARE a lot alike," Josh ventured. "I wish we lived closer together."
Being older and more experienced, Scott and Ben held off orgasm longer than their sons did. Ben cursed himself for not being prepared with condoms and lube. He longed to have Scott massage his prostate until he came all over himself without touching his tool. It had been many years since he'd experienced that.
When he mentioned it to Scott, Scott had a solution.
"We could use a little of the shortening that's meant for frying fish. We won't need all of it for its intended purpose."
"Sure, but we can't take the food pack down without waking the boys. We'll have to wait until tomorrow night. Besides, we don't have any rubbers."
"Do we need them? I haven't been with another guy in over six months and I got tested before coming on this trip," Scott said.
"If you did that hoping to get lucky with me, why didn't you pack lube?"
"I couldn't know for sure that you'd want me and I thought I'd be tenting with Eric. I couldn't very well let him see lube in my stuff. He's old enough to know what it's used for!"
"In answer to your other question, I guess we don't need condoms. I haven't had anything but a blow job or two in the past year and I was tested when I changed life insurance companies this spring."
"So," Scott grinned, "do we have a serious date tomorrow night?"
"YES!" Ben answered. "But could we maybe make out tonight and see where it leads?"
Scott couldn't answer with anything more than a grunt since his mouth was filled with Ben's tongue.
Author's notes: I've heard from a number of you since posting chapter 2: Jim W(e), Jack J, Tony W, Rad, Robert J, Doug C, David B, Paul R, David (?), Chea R, Bobby M, Alastair, Tom A, and Michael D.
Thanks to others who have written about my other stories: Barry J, Peter C, and the guys who just email regularly like Vann and Westie.
I hope I haven't left anyone out!