Nick and I went down to the river and went in the water until it was about half way up our chests. It was such a beautiful scene as the sun began to set, with nothing but trees surrounding us and the shallow river slowly moving through it all. It was like our own, private, little paradise. I could still smell his musk with every breath and loved it. But no matter how much I liked it, that annoying voice reappeared, rearing its ugly head and getting stronger by the second, saying that I had done something wrong.

“God, I've been waiting to do that with you since we first met,” said Nick.

“Me, too,” I replied with some hesitation.

Nick gave me a cock eye and then a splash. “I thought you said you weren't into guys!”

I was busted. The only thing I could do was to come clean. “Yeah, I know... I lied—I'm not sure why.”

“I get it. I'm not exactly out and proud—at work, at least. I wasn't too sure about you, either; I did have my suspicions, though.”

“Really? Is that so?” I asked, splashing him back.

“Well, there was that one time when we pissed next to each other and you stared at my dick the whole time,” he replied with a smile.

“You saw that, huh?”

“Yep.”

“I thought I was being pretty crafty.”

“Nope.”

“So, what made you decide to come over to my tent?” Nick then asked after a short pause.

“Well, putting your dick right in front of my face helped...” I replied, “but, I guess it ultimately came down to hearing that whole 'You can't blame a guy for trying' thing that made me go for it—it was a tough call but that was kinda the last straw.”

“You were supposed to hear that,” he said with a wink. “I thought that maybe I was wrong after sticking my ass out at you all day with no response. It was kind of a last ditch effort.”

“Oh, believe me, there was definitely a response! I got completely hard at one point.”

“I wish I had seen it,” Nick chuckled.

“Are you kidding? I'm amazed you didn't—I've been fighting boners all day! I've done everything I can to keep from getting caught with one in front of all of you more than once. I mean, between looking at your cute ass and Ford swinging that huge cock around...”

“Yeah, It is pretty big.”

We both laughed and I couldn't help but wonder exactly what Nick's experiences with them had been. I figured it didn't really matter or was any of my business, so I brought the conversation back to us. “Like I said, looking at that hot ass of yours was the most difficult—not that I didn't like it.”

“Glad you did! I actually felt a little embarrassed after going into my tent.”

“Why is that?”

“Why? Here I was, showing off my bare ass all day to a straight dude.”

I just shook my head with a grin, and it took me a few moments to respond. I looked off to all of our gorgeous surroundings, thought about everything that Nick and I had just shared together, and decided that it would be best to simply lay all my cards on the table—or water in this case.

“Don't feel bad, that should've been more than enough of a signal. It's just that I don't have a lot of experience,” I said, attempting to open up a vein with someone I barely knew yet felt completely comfortable with. “I've only been with one other guy before, and it wasn't that long ago. It was actually on the way moving here.”

Nick looked at me like he didn't quite believe me and then gave me some rather surprised looks as I went into detail about my experience in that blazing hot hotel room.

“Wow! That's a pretty crazy first time,” Nick replied when I had finished with my story.

“I guess it was when I think about it. Either way, I've felt a little weird and conflicted since then.”

“I think that's pretty normal—speaking for myself, at least,” Nick consoled me. “My first time messed with me, that's for sure.”

“Really?”

“Oh, definitely...”

There was another pause between us and Nick picked up that I wanted—no, needed—to hear the story of someone else going through what I was at the time.

“All right, I'll try and keep this as brief as possible.”

Nick then went on without barely taking a breath and told me about his own experiences:

“I guess I should start by saying that was I was pretty straight in high school. I didn't date much, but I did date a couple of girls. Although, I've been 'Bi-curious' and questioned my sexuality as long as I can remember. When I think about back then I always think about a line from Futurama: 'Do you ya ever wonder if you only date girls cuz you spose ta.' —well, that was me.

“My folks were really religious, so when we finally got the internet at our house they kept a very close eye on what me and my older sister looked at—checking out porn of any kind would have meant serious trouble.

“But when I got to college, and having unlimited internet access without my parents checking everything I looked at, I naturally started surfing for porn—the thing was: I didn't find it very exciting. Especially regular vaginal penetration stuff. I liked anal a little, but what really got me going was cum-porn. I wasn't into the any of the humiliation stuff but I did love when they had like six guys cum in a glass and she would drink it all down—I had know idea why. At one point after watching and re-watching this one particular scene where this chick took multiple, really big, thick loads on her face and in her mouth, I began to question if it didn't have anything to do with the girl but was more about loving the site of the guy's cocks squirting out all that jizz. I wondered what it would be like to be her and what it would taste like.

“I kept surfing and of course it wasn't long before I came across a site that had gay stuff on it. I wanted to look at some of it so bad but also felt scared at what would happen if I did. The whole 'last frontier' thing went through my mind and I decided I might as well.

“I figured it would have one of two effects on me: it would turn me off completely or it would turn me on. I hadn't counted on a third, and that was making my cock erect faster than I had ever experienced before—I mean it went straight up. I was also compelled to touch it, and I came in like, three seconds. I don't think I had ever been so turned on in my entire life.

“Anyway, over the next year I became a gay porn junkie—all could think about was dick. I had no idea at the time that my roommate, Ford, was homosexual, so I kept it on the down-low as best I could. There was more than once he almost busted me—or so I thought.

“I also couldn't stop thinking about how badly I wanted to find out if I would like having sex with men for real or if it was just all in my head. The only problem was that I was too freaked for anybody to know I even might be gay. So, I figured I would go to the web, and pretty quickly found a gay hookup site where I could meet with a stranger and not have to worry about it.

“I eventually met a dude online and we started chatting. He was about ten years older then me, but I didn't care—he was good looking, seemed sane, and had a great dick. We eventually set up a meeting, and I went to his place thinking that I was out of my fucking mind. After lots of drinks and winding up in the sixty-nine position with me on top of him—nothing else mattered. All I could think then was how awesome it was to finally be actually sucking a cock and how much I liked doing it.

“He then fucked the hell out of me. We started out doing it doggy and I loved it. He kept pounding and pounding me, and it definitely hurt more than I had anticipated, but I couldn't believe how good it felt at the same time. He then rolled me over to missionary, began stroking me while he fucked my ass, and I came like nothing I had ever experienced before—I mean I just kept pouring and pouring goo out. It was the longest, most intense orgasm I had ever had. He kept pounding away but couldn't finish, and I finally made him stop. I felt bad but just couldn't take anymore.

“I crashed on his couch and the next day woke up super hung-over and feeling utterly confused and weirded out. I went pretty much straight out the door with barely saying goodbye to the dude and then into complete denial mode when I got home.

“I was absolutely freaked out over it, like I had committed some horrible sin. I first threw away all my porn, thinking I just had to get rid of any temptations. I thought that if I stopped watching men having sex I wouldn't think about it anymore. Not long after, I even went so far as to start dating a girl I knew to try and 'fix' me—I figured I just needed some pussy to make myself straight again.

“Long story short...or longer—I don't know—things clearly didn't work out between us—not too surprising considering why I decided to go out with her in the first place. She was cool, but it wasn't long before I started getting really bored with the sex we were having. It was like pussy had absolutely no fascination or appeal to me, whatsoever, and even more f'ed up was that I also started having gay wet dreams. Sometimes sleeping right next to her after we had fucked.

“It obviously didn't last too long, and I'll never forget the night she broke up with me over the phone: I wasn't bothered in the slightest, and really, she just beat me to the punch. The first thing I did after hanging up was to go online and find some gay porn. I had realized while I was with her just how much I was repressing things, and I simply didn't care anymore—I just wanted to see some hot man on man sex.

“I swear, watching guys fuck again was like slipping into a warm bath. It was a relief, like I felt normal again. I concluded that night that that was just who I am.

“I hooked up with next guy I could and all we did was oral. I sucked him until he spilled his load right into my mouth. It tasted so good to me, and I realized that that was what I really wanted—sex with other men and all it included.

“I came out to Ford a couple days later, and he was all, 'Yeah, I know. It's okay, so am I.' in typical Ford fashion—apparently, some of those close calls I had of him catching me masturbating were closer than I had thought.

“He then told me his story, and I felt even more at peace with everything. We started fooling around and that was more than an eye opener...Well, you've seen how big he is. It wasn't long afterwards that he met Adam. They introduced me to more than a few guys over the years since, and I've never looked back.

“So, I guess what I'm saying is...don't worry so much about it. Gay, Bi, whatever. You are who you are.”

I listened to everything Nick had to say intently; it helped more than I could have imagined, and I made the decision right then to try my best to shut my brain up, let go of my hang-ups for the time being, and just be open to and enjoy whatever experiences this trip might have to offer.

“Thanks for sharing all that with me,” I said. “It really does make me feel better.”

“No problem,” Nick replied. “I hate to think that you might regret but we just did. I enjoyed the hell out of it, and like I said, I've been wanting to for a while.”

“And like I said, me, too... I've actually fantasized about having sex with you multiple times.”

“Is that so?” Nick asked as he moved over to me, put his arm around my shoulder, and started to massage my prick. “Do tell.”

I instantaneously began getting hard and reached over to play with his stiffening penis before going into detailed description of how I had masturbated to the thought of him fucking my ass.

“That's super hot!” he murmured.

“So is this,” I commented, referring to his cock. “I would love to have it up my ass sometime—unless you only bottom?”

“I'm probably more of a top, really. It depends on my mood or the guy or sometimes just the situation. I would definitely love to fuck you sometime.”

“That's good to hear.” The feeling of stroking each other off was turning me on more and more by the second, and I kissed him lustfully. “Tell me how you'd do it.”

“First, I would start by eating your ass,” Nick breathed into my ear, sending shivers down my spine straight into my dick.

He then slowly described everything he would do to my asshole with his tongue, fingers, and cock while we tugged on each other harder and harder. When he got to where he would shoot his hot load inside of me he, I couldn't take anymore.

“Oh, fuck!” I groaned loudly and started to ejaculate with a forceful orgasm.

We both watched as my semen took on that sort of cloudy effect it does when it's underwater and began to drift down stream.

“That was unbelievable!” I panted.

“Hell yeah, it was!” he exclaimed, letting go of me.

“I have got to taste you...now!” I demanded and pulled on his tool aggressively.

I led him to the embankment by his cock and sat him down on a small fallen log. I quickly got between his legs, kneeling in the shallow water, and took hold of it. He was so hard that you could have cut glass with the tip of his head.

Forget about any drawn-out, sensual, tasting-every-inch, type of blow job. I went right to “I need your cum!!!!” mode and bobbed up and down on his shaft, stroking it violently, and sucking it like a Hoover vacuum—I was on a mission.

Mission accomplished! In little more than a minute, every muscle in his body clinched and he began thrusting himself into my mouth as he poured semen into it.

I kept going on him to the point where he had to finally make me stop. “I think you've probably sucked it dry, dude.”

I pulled away, licking my lips after swallowing his delicious load. “Too bad! You have really tasty cum.”

We kissed each other deeply, and I shared the taste of his spunk with him.

“Thanks!” he replied. “I'm glad you think so.”

“I certainly do.”

Nick chuckled. “What'da say we get out of the water and go dry off?”

“Yeah, we probably should.”

We saw Adam and Ford getting out of their tent as we reached the top of the embankment that led down to the river.

“What'cha guys up to?” asked Ford.

“Not much...just taken a dip,” Nick answered and gave me a wink when they weren't looking.

I wouldn't have cared all that much if he had told them what we had been really doing, but part of me was also glad that he didn't.

We got ready for a great night of hanging out, and for me in particular, getting to know everyone a little better. The first thing we needed was to get some wood for a fire. It was still too warm for a monster one but we needed something to give us some light.

We all put on some shorts and T-shirts and went into the woods, finding a healthy supply of dry, dead stuff laying around just outside of our campsite. Adam again showed himself to be a very selfless person. He went around to each of us holding out his arms and saying that he would take a big pile and get everything started.

We put sticks and branches into his arms until he was all but overloaded and made his way back. When we got there, he had already got a small fire going with the rest of us carrying half of what he had.

We then gathered around the fire pit, ate some food, and spent the rest of the evening drinking and swapping stories. The more I got to know everybody, the more I liked them. I felt like I was making some real friends.

Not long after the sun had completely gone down we were suddenly besieged on all sides of us. Mosquitoes! So many mosquitoes! Luckily, Nick had brought some bug spray. I personally hate putting on mosquito repellent. It usually stinks and makes your skin feel sticky and gross, but the stuff Nick brought was an all-natural kind. It actually smelled pretty good and didn't irritate your skin at all. Unfortunately, it didn't work all that great. But it was nice to feel like you hadn't just committed a war crime on yourself.

We dealt with them as best we could and still had a good time. It was pretty late when Adam finally said it was time for him to crash out. Ford agreed, and the two of them got up and made their way to their tent.

“I think that's a good idea,” I said with a yawn.

“Heading to your tent, then?” questioned Nick.

“Yeah... I think so,” I responded after a short pause.

It was obvious that he was wondering if I wanted to spend the night in his. I can't say I wasn't tempted, but—gay or straight—everybody knows that actually sleeping with someone and having sex with them are two completely different things, and I just wasn't there yet. It's weird that sometimes sleeping next to someone is more intimate than having your dick in them.

It also brought up a question I had been asking myself for a few hours—where exactly was this heading? I really did like Nick, but I also knew I wasn't ready for any kind of romantic relationship with him or anybody else for that matter. I decided we had better talk about right there and find out what he thought. I certainly didn't want to lead him on.

“So, this is kinda weird for me to talk about, but I can't help but wonder...uh—”

“You want to know if I want to be boyfriends?” he said before I could finish figuring out how to put it.

“Yep, that's pretty much it.”

Nick smiled. “No I don't—hope that doesn't upset you. I think you're super hot and love the sex we've had, but I'm just not looking for that right now. Is that okay?”

I was so relieved. “Oh, definitely! I'm not looking for that, either.”

“Maybe I should be a little upset,” Nick replied sarcastically, and we bot chuckled.

“I feel the same way about you. You're awesome—and fucking sexy as hell. I just don't think I'm ready for a boyfriend quite yet.”

“Nor should you be; you need to suck every cock you can get your hands on! But—and I'm just saying this in general—you also shouldn't be afraid of doing things like sleeping with someone. Life's all about experiences, and you never know what might happen.”

“I guess you're right... I'm just not ready for that—at least not tonight.”

“Don't worry about it. I was only asking about it because I wasn't sure what you wanted—it's fine with me.”

“Okay, cool.”

Everything Nick said made total sense to me, and I was glad to hear it. I got back up to head to sleep but he grabbed my hand and stopped me. “By the way, just because we aren't going to be boyfriends doesn't mean we can't be more than just friends.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Awesome! Sweet dreams, then,” he said and blew me a quick kiss.

I did him one better before walking away by reaching down and giving him a wet kiss on the lips. “You, too.”

I woke up fairly early the next morning. If you've ever slept in a tent, you already know that it's pretty difficult to sleep late in one. I had also stupidly chosen an area with zero shade to put mine up in, and when my eyes opened, it was bright as day and felt like a sauna inside of it. I quickly unzipped the opening and stuck my head out, gasping for air.

I wasn't too sure if clothing was still optional are not. When I turned my head and saw Adam and Ford already up and sitting by the campfire completely naked, I happily decided to join them in the buff—nothing's better than being nude outdoors!

I walked up to them, told them good morning, and saw that they were boiling water for coffee. It was still pretty striking to me how great their bodies were even after how much of them I had seen the day before. I again tried my best to keep from staring. Although, I have to admit that I definitely took a few more liberties then I had previously dared, feeling a lot less tension over the site of two sexy, naked guys—or their beautiful penises.

“What some coffee?” asked Adam as he poured the water into a French press they had brought.

“Absolutely,” I replied and was surprised to catch them both taking a few peaks at me.

I decided to use the little trick Nick had pulled on me the day before by raising my arms over my head, taking a long stretch, and sticking out my junk a little, giving them a nice, good view of it.

“Glad you decided to join us Au-natural,” Ford said with an approving smile while clearly staring at my dick.

“So am I,” I nodded and took a rather deliberate look at both of theirs. I figured if they could do it then so could I, but it didn't seem like they chubbed quite as much as I did.

I noticed Adam's eyes go wide as he stared at me. Mine did the same thing when I saw Ford start to slightly stroke himself, and my heart began to race, sending even more blood down to my thickening cock.

“You've got—”

“Who needs clothes on a day like this!” Nick shouted as he nearly burst from his tent, as naked as the rest of us and cutting Ford off.

“No kidding,” I agreed, sitting down almost completely hard and feeling relieved but also a tad frustrated at not being sure what Ford was going to say next or where things might have gone from there.

Nick joined us, and Adam handed us each a steaming cup of coffee. Ford pulled up a large brown bottle and gave it to me. “Here, this will get your day started right.”

It was Irish cream, and I poured a little into mine before handing it back to him. “Thanks, man.”

“No problem. Pass it around.”

We took our time and enjoyed our slightly spiked, morning beverage while discussing whether or not it was going to be another day of skinny canoeing. It was certainly hot enough—not to mention, a lot more fun. We all agreed that it was the thing to do, and I began to look very forward to another day of being surrounded by hot, naked men.

We finished our coffee and got up to start getting our stuff together when we all suddenly heard voices coming from the river. You can imagine the look of disappointment on everyone's face when we realized that there were other people on the river that day. We were high up and far enough from the water for anyone to see us but it ended our plans right there. We were going to have to put on shorts, at least.

“So much for a day full of swinging dicks,” lamented Ford.

Everyone went into their tents to put on some clothes—and I use the term loosely. None of us could help but giggle when we saw Adam come out: he was wearing one of the smallest G-strings I had ever seen on a man—or a woman.

“What? It's technically a swimsuit,” he scoffed, and we all laughed harder.

He then turned around with his legs slightly spread and bent over, exposing his ass with only a small thread, not even remotely covering his butt-hole. “You like it, don't you, baby?”

“I certainly do!” Ford replied after going up to him and spanking a bare cheek. Can't say I didn't like it as well—the guy had a fantastic backside.

Ford was wearing a very short pair of nylon trunks that were no bigger than boxer briefs, and I couldn't believe the size of the bulge in them. Nick had on essentially the same thing, and they both looked so good that I couldn't decide if it wasn't actually sexier than them being completely naked or not.

I was wearing a very typical swimsuit that went down to my knees—I felt pretty overdressed.

We got everything together and stowed back into the canoes and before long were again heading downstream. Other than the attire, the only difference was that Nick and I had switched places with me in the front and him in the back.

“It gets a lot crazier from here on,” he said when he suggested the switch, “but I know it pretty well.”

“Makes no difference to me,” I shrugged, thinking that not having to steer would give me more time for taking pictures. I also thought right there that I would definitely be turning the tables on him that day with some very hard-core teasing.

And man, did I ever! I pulled my shorts down past my ass and constantly kept bending over, giving him a good look at my butt while pretending to pick things up, or “checking” the water temperature by leaning over the front of the canoe and putting my hand in the river. I always made it more than obvious. Nick mostly either laughed or groaned, telling me how cute me and my butt were.

I had to pee at one point so I stood up and pissed off the side of the boat. When I had finished I decided to take things up a notch: I turned somewhat sideways and began to stroke my semi-erect cock (I had been at half mast pretty much all day), making sure he could see me do it. That definitely got a bigger reaction.

“Hey! I'm trying to steer back here!” he yelled, jokingly. “It's hard enough without you waving your stuff in my face and giving me a hard-on.”

That last part really caught my attention, and I decided to torture him even more by turning forward again and pulling my bare cheeks apart, giving him an explicit view of my asshole. “A hard-on, you say? I like the sound of that!” I then lubed up a finger and rubbed it around my rim. “I know just where you could put it.”

The canoe suddenly began to rock back and forth, and Nick had to scold me. “Sit down you dirty boy!”

I immediately pulled my trunks up and sat back down to balance the thing. We both then broke out in a good laugh.

“Sorry,” I apologized, turning back to face him. “I promise not to stick my stuff in your face again.”

“Oh, yes you will,” Nick said, “and if we are where I think we are—and we get lucky—it'll be in just a few minutes.”

I looked at him quizzically and turned back around. I wasn't sure what he was planning but I was beyond horny and willing to try whatever he had in mind.

A few minutes later we came around a sharp corner, and the river went perfectly straight for a long ways before coming to another turn. Adam and Ford were far out in front of us and were already close to it.

“Okay, here's what you gotta do,” Nick said as if he had been planning whatever it was all day. “Turn around and then carefully crawl back here to me.”

“You got it!” I said, and if my penis could have yelled “Yay!” it would have.

Nick used his paddle to bring us to a near standstill in the already very slow flowing water, and I slithered my way back to him as carefully as I could. He propped it up in the small space behind his seat, and I eagerly helped him take off his shorts.

The first thing that hit me was his sent. It wafted into my nose, and I began to drool. I was quickly falling in love with the smell of a man on this trip, and the aroma of his cock and balls after basting under a hot sun all day was stronger than anything I had yet to experience. I absolutely loved it, and it was one of the biggest turn-ons in my life.

I pushed my head down, managing to get his stiffening meat into my mouth, and began sucking. The taste was even better than the smell, and the feeling of him becoming completely hard in my mouth made me even hotter. That feeling is still one of my favorite things in the world today.

Given the position I was in, it wasn't all that easy to really give him a proper blow job, although. It was kinda tough to reach the entirety of his cock with my mouth, and as much as I wanted to feel it in my hand and stroke it, I couldn't. I had to use both of them to hold myself in place with only a little more than two thirds of my body being supported by our tents and sleeping bags stuck in the middle of the canoe.

Nick made up for it by thrusting upwards and holding the base of his shaft to keep it pointed in the right direction.

“You like that cock?” he purred at one point, pulling it out of my mouth and rubbing it across my lips like someone applying lipstick.

“Fuck yes, I do!” I answered before flicking the tip of it with my tongue and kissing it.

Nick reached forward around me, pulling his tool out of my range, and I whimpered a little. He grabbed his backpack, unzipped it, and pulled out his bottle of lube. He then sat back down, showing it to me. “Just needed this.”

I went back to sucking him as best I could, more than eager to see what he had planned to do next.

“Remember what I said about you sticking your stuff in my face?” he asked in between sighs of pleasure.

“Mmm Hmm,” I mumbled with his head in my mouth.

“Well, then turn around; we don't have that much time.”

I think my exact words were: “Fuck, yeah!”

I wrangled myself around so the canoe's crossbar was against my stomach. Nick got my swimsuit off and spread my legs so they were hanging out of the boat with my toes dipping into the water on each side.

“Mmm....that looks so tasty,” Nick groaned before I felt his hot, wet tongue streaking across my open crevice.

“Oh, my God,” I panted as he started to rim me.

He did it so sensuously. Like he was making love to my asshole with his mouth. Each slow, soft lash of his tongue sent shivers up my spine, sending me into a world of ecstasy as I visualized what it looked like in my mind. I couldn't help but undulate my hips and moan in pleasure with every flick of his tongue.

He then suddenly stopped, and it nearly broke my heart. “Damn, I think I could do that all day...but we are starting to run out of time, and I remember you saying something about someplace being right where I could put something.”

I definitely would have let him do it all day but when I looked up and saw that we were getting close to the halfway point of the straightaway I realized he was right. I also remembered that bottle of lube he had grabbed. “I certainly did say something about that!”

I was a galaxy of anticipation. I was going to finally feel that beautiful cock inside of me. I felt him squirt a good amount of lubricant on to my hole and then begin working it in with his fingers.

“Euh!” I grunted as he opened up my ass.

“You ready?”

I nodded my head, unable to speak with an unknown amount of fingers in my backdoor.

I felt the tip of his head begin to slowly push against it and then in.

“Fuuuck,” I growled quietly as it edged past my orifice and went deeper and deeper.

My whole body lit on fire as I took every inch of his dick. Nick didn't waste any time, laying on top of me, putting his chest on my back, and fucking me with fast, short thrusts. There wasn't much I could do but just lie there and take it, loving every instant.

Feeling him inside of me was like a dream come true—and in a way, it was. Although, after all those times dildoing myself and pretending it was him, having his thick, hot, real prick driving into my ass was far better than I could have imagined. A tsunami of pleasure crashed through me with each thrust, and it was so intense that after only a few moments I swear I began to almost hallucinate. I bit on my bottom lip so hard I'm surprised it didn't bleed, and with my eyes closed, all I could see in my mind was his fat cock pounding into my burning hole. It became my whole world.

I was beginning to get a cramp in my legs from how I was situated and told Nick we needed to change positions. With a little help, I managed to get onto my back. Nick lifted my legs up and then quickly shoved his cock back in me and started to really hammer away at me.

He began to fuck me wildly, causing a smacking sound with each slap of his thighs against mine. I felt a surge of pure electricity begin to course through my body. As it reached every extremity, I thought I might explode and when Nick grabbed my shaft and yanked on it hard... I did. Cum blasted out of me like it was the Fourth of July and covered my chest and belly. The orgasm seemed to last an eternity.

“Oh, fuck!” Nick sighed at the sight of it, pulled out, and sprayed his juices all over my dick, completely drenching it. It was unexpected but so sensual to feel his hot spunk covering my twitching penis that I inescapably fell in love with the sensation—it was almost as good as tasting it!

He huffed heavily as he rubbed our weeping pricks together and then bent over to lick up the splatter covering my torso.

“This is the first time I've gotten to taste your cum...” he remarked in between licks, “it's really yummy.”

I tried to thank him but my chest was heaving so hard yet that I couldn't get any sound out.

Nick sat down in his seat, put his shorts back on, and looked up. “Oh, shit!”

“What?”

He pointed forward. “That...”

I turned onto my side and saw that not only had we reached the end of the straightaway of the river, coming up to the next sharp bend, but were also seconds away from running into a large tree branch that was hanging out over the water.

At first, I didn't think it was that big of a deal. I even laughed to myself, thinking that we had some pretty remarkable timing.

When the nose of our canoe bounced into it and I saw just how fast the current was moving around the corner I realized that it wasn't all that funny.

“What do we do now?” I asked.

“First, you need to slowly move back to the front,” Nick said in a halfhearted, almost jokingly kind of way, but I could tell he was a little concerned.

I wish I could now tell you that we did everything perfectly, and that we came out of that small ordeal unscathed. Except we didn't—we did it all wrong.