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Note: Each new chapter in this series assumes the reader has read the preceding chapters.
Four oars dipped into the water, propelling our canoe across the lake, away from Idlewild Lodge and toward our destination, a secluded cove that we could see in the distance. The breeze that blew over the water cooled our bare torsos, exposed to the warmth of the late afternoon sun. Although we were not going very far, either in time or in space, I could feel a kind of mental distance opening up between us and the world that was slipping away behind. A journey toward a simpler and more primitive world, even if only temporary, felt right. As I stroked my oar through the water, I leaned forward and placed my lips on Sam's neck, right below the hairline, gently applying pressure and tasting his slightly salty skin with the tip of my tongue. He enjoyed the contact for a moment before turning around to brush his lips against mine.
"Hey mister, you getting fresh with me already?"
I smiled. "Just trying to make you row harder, sailor."
"Well, you keep that up and you'll definitely shiver my timber, if you know what I mean."
"I think I've got an idea."
Antonio looked back and narrowed his dark eyes in mock annoyance.
"Will you guys concentrate on your oars, and not your poles? We're never going to get to the other side of the lake at this rate."
In fact, however, we were nearing our destination. Powered by our youthful muscles, the canoe soon glided around a hook-shaped spit of land and entered a small, shallow cove. Towering redwoods surrounded the inlet, folding over us like a blanket. The water was crystal clear, and I could easily see the gravel lakebed that soon scraped on the bottom of our craft. All four of us kicked off our shoes, jumped out of the canoe, and dragged it up onto the narrow beach.
"Last time I was here we set up camp over there," Sam said, pointing toward a clearing in the trees. "We built a fire ring that's probably still there."
Each of us grabbed some of the gear, and we trekked over to the campsite.
"Man, this is sweet," Brian said, draping his arm over his boyfriend Antonio's shoulders. Brian's pale, lightly freckled skin and reddish hair contrasted starkly with Antonio's dark Latin features. "This is gonna be a great spot to sleep under the stars."
It didn't take long to set up camp. We quickly found the ring of fire-blackened stones that would be our hearth for the night. Sam and Brian unrolled the four sleeping bags and zipped them together into two pairs, flanking the fire ring, leaving little doubt about the sleeping arrangements. Meanwhile, Antonio broke out some food for an improvised dinner while I gathered downed wood and lit a small fire. After eating, we noodled around a bit at the campsite as the fire burned down to glowing embers. Eventually Antonio suggested a twilight swim. The warm summer evening made the prospect of a quick dip very inviting, and we all quickly stripped off our clothes and waded into the shallow depths of the cove.
The heavy feel of the cool water on my body was deliciously refreshing, and it didn't take long for the sweat and dust of the day to dissolve. I just floated on my back, looking up at the slowly darkening vault of sky, waiting to see the first star twinkle its greeting, and listening to the other guys splashing around me. More than once I could feel someone slide by me in the water, either from his wake or from the weightier contact of skin on skin. The water became its own sensual medium, transmitting touch from one body to another. None of us said very much; there just wasn't that much that needed to be said as we enjoyed the evening.
I had lost count of the stars by the time Sam made his way over to where I was floating, in water that was only a little more than waist deep. He stood between my legs, which I wrapped around him, and we held each other in place. While I continued to watch the sky, Sam began to slowly slide his hands over my watery skin, up my legs and across my belly. He didn't especially concentrate on my cock and balls; he just brushed against them on the way up and down. The combination of Sam's rhythmic stroking, the enveloping coolness of the water, and the twinkling points of light was completely hypnotic. Extremely erotic feelings washed over me, even though I was so relaxed that I really wasn't completely hard.
I shivered involuntarily when the hoped-for contact between Sam's warm mouth and my thick cock finally came. As his lips traveled down my full length, I could feel blood flowing into the spongy tissues, filling them up and inflaming my desire. While Sam held virtually my entire length in his mouth, he used his tongue to skitter up and down my now quite hard shaft, teasing me in the best possible way. If I hadn't been floating in the water, I probably would have tried to thrust deeper into his mouth; as it was I had to be content with the slight bobbing motion caused by the gentle waves. No matter, I had died and gone to heaven.
"Mmmm, that is nice. Verrrry nice," I said, actually hoping that I wouldn't get a reply, since at that moment I really didn't want anything to pull Sam off of my cock. I was relieved when he kept on sucking, and I just lay there and enjoyed it, grooving on the intense sensations that emanated from my groin.
At some point I became aware that Brian and Antonio were making waves of their own, splashing against each other maybe twenty feet away. It didn't take too long before their sighs and groans began to get a little more labored. I guess that they eventually decided they needed the support of dry land and made their way back to shore. A few minutes later, Sam let go of my cock and leaned up and over to kiss me hard on the mouth.
"You ready to go get that fire going again?" he asked.
"Mmm, you've got me on fire right here in the water. But I'd be happy to rub two sticks together and see if we can make some sparks."
"Deal."
Up at our little camp, I quickly stoked the fire and added fuel, all the while mindful of my almost painfully hard erection that bobbed in front of me. The dancing flames illuminated Brian and Antonio, who were stretched out on their sides on their sleeping bags, face to crotch as they sucked and licked at each other's hard-ons. I joined Sam on our bags, which were zipped together into a large and soft mat, and sat down facing him, scooting my groin up against his and straddling my legs over his. From above we probably looked like a four-legged spider; from where I sat the junction of our bodies just looked very sexy. I leaned forward to probe Sam's mouth with my tongue, and simultaneously I began to rock my erection against his. The heat was palpable, and we were both oozing a steady stream of slippery fluid. I wanted even more contact, so I pushed Sam's foreskin down over his purple-colored head, which I started to slide back and forth across mine. The slippery friction between our hard bulbs was intense. Although I wasn't on the verge of cumming or anything, I was experiencing repeated jolts of electric sensation, thanks to the steady pressure I was applying. As I played with our cocks, Sam alternated between tugging at my distended nipples and stroking my balls, all the while probing into my mouth with his insistent tongue. I have no idea how long we kept this up, since I became more or less lost in the moment, but it was unhurried sex at its best.
Eventually, Brian's groans caused me to turn and look over toward our friends. He was straddling Antonio's hips, impaling himself on his boyfriend's extremely thick, dark erection. It was an incredible sight to see the invasion of Brian's pale, alabaster butt. Brian's eyes were closed and his head was thrown back in what must have been completely focused ecstasy as he slowly worked his way down Antonio's rigid length, pausing only to savor the feeling when the hard cock was tightly buried deep inside. Brian wasn't still for very long, though. As the fire cast dancing shadows, he began to rock greedily back and forth, riding Antonio for all he was worth. My guess is that he was completely oblivious to Sam and me; he was clearly concerned mostly with his own pleasure. For me, it was extremely exciting to watch both Brian and Antonio give in to their desire for each other, and for sexual release, in such a completely un-self-conscious way. While we watched our friends, Sam and I started to rock back and forth against each other in the same tempo.
Slowly the balance of power over their fucking shifted from Brian to Antonio. As we watched, Antonio began to run his hands over the pale, freckled skin on Brian's back, and he finally pulled his boyfriend down onto his muscular chest. This maneuver permitted Antonio to ratchet up his tempo, and soon he was driving deep and fast into Brian's hole.
"Oh, fuck yeah," Brian groaned.
"You like that? Does my cock feel as good to you as your ass feels to me?"
"Oh, yeah. Just. Don't. Stop."
Despite Brian's wishes, Antonio appeared to be on the verge of losing control. His balls had drawn up into a tight, hair-covered package, and we could see on each downstroke that his cock was absolutely hard as a rock and ready to shoot. Unable to delay the inevitable, Antonio groaned deeply and thrust in to the hilt, burying himself completely as he came. Brian whimpered in frustration as he realized what had just happened, and he tried to keep grinding against Antonio's spasming cock.
"Oh, fuck, that is awesome," Antonio groaned. "You are just amazing," he said to Brian as he leaned up to plant a kiss on his boyfriend's mouth. "And I'm going to make sure that we take good care of you." He turned to us and smiled. "Do you think that you guys could help out my boyfriend here?"
Sam looked at me, and I shrugged my shoulders a little playfully. What did we really have to lose? After extricating ourselves from our own tangle of limbs, we walked over to our friends and I guided Sam into position, lining his uncut cock up against Brian's hole. Sam easily pushed through, and before long he was sawing in and out of Brian's stretched sphincter. As Sam fucked him, Brian ground his own cock against Antonio's rippled abdomen. Antonio, meanwhile, whispered encouragement into his boyfriend's ear, egging him and his orgasm on.
It didn't take long for Sam to cum, nor did it take me long to pull him off of Brian so I could take his place. I was almost shaking from excitement as I pushed my erection up against Brian's hole, which clenched wildly when I made contact. Pressing forward, I encountered virtually no resistance, thanks to the copious lubricant from Antonio's and Sam's cum. All I could feel was hot, wet velvet, and it was great. I could sense that Brian was in no mood to be teased, but that didn't stop me from repeatedly pulling all the way out, thereby ratcheting up his frustration, before plunging back in. Eventually, however, I began to concentrate on the business at hand, pushing my cock in as deep as I could, filling Brian up as full as I could, and then using the mass of my whole body to slide him and his cock back and forth across his boyfriend's torso.
As I ground my body against his, I could feel Brian's sexual frenzy grow. His skin began to flush, sweat poured off of him, and just a hint of a whimper escaped his lips. He was very, very close. Almost instinctively (but also a little selfishly), I began to pump deeply into him, trying to push both of us over the edge at the same time. It only took maybe fifteen or twenty strokes before he positively squealed, though presumably not in pain. His sphincter clamped down tighter than a drum, and I just lost it, cumming hard. Right at that moment, Sam leaned over and kissed me, sharing my moment of bliss as I saw a thousand stars.
All four of us collapsed in a heap on Brian and Antonio's bedroll, enjoying the afterglow of our powerful orgasms. Hands were roaming as we lay there watching the fire; in that moment I felt very close to all three of my comrades, but especially to Sam.
"So, Mike, did you have any idea what you were getting yourself into when you took the job at Idlewild?" Brian asked.
"To say `no' would be an understatement. If I'd known this was how I'd spend evenings, I think I would have been up here a long time ago."
"Yeah, but maybe you've figured out it's not all sex with the buds, though," Brian replied.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I think he's talking about Rich's little operation," Antonio chimed in. "Surely he's tried to hook you up with some of the members. Just about everybody gets that drill."
Suddenly I was uncomfortable. I had never really discussed my extra-curricular activities with Sam, and I didn't know exactly how he would react. For a moment I was tongue-tied.
Brian laughed. "Come on Mike, there's nothing to be ashamed of. It's good money, and pretty innocent. Just about every guy on staff has let some of the members suck him off, or jerk him off. I bet even you, Sammy boy."
Sam looked away. "You have no idea. And it's not as innocent as you might think." He paused. "Listen, I'm going to go rinse off." He got up and went down to the water's edge.
"Whoa, I think you hit a nerve," Antonio said, playfully punching his boyfriend's arm.
I got up and went after Sam.
"Look," I said, "I should have told you about this sooner. I hope that you're not mad. I really haven't done that much, and I'll tell Rich I don't want anymore assignments, if that's what you want."
Sam snorted. "Mike, I don't have a leg to stand on in that department."
"What are you talking about?"
"I really can't tell you. It just wouldn't be safe. But let's just say that I am in no position to judge what anyone else does. Maybe you're the one who should be angry."
Sam was squatting down at the water's edge, rinsing off the sticky sperm that coated his cock. I dropped down behind and put my arms around him. We were quiet for a few minutes before going back to camp and snuggling down inside our joined sleeping bags.
I fell into a deep sleep. Disjointed dreams played out in my mind, none of which I remember, except for the drum that started sounding louder and louder. It became so loud that I woke up, and I realized that a helicopter was flying directly over us, going in the direction of Idlewild. Its throbbing engine punctuated the quiet night. Sam was sitting straight up, watching as the helicopter passed overhead.
"Shit.," Sam said. "Here we go again."