BC Dude

On A Wing And A Prayer

Chapter 1
On The Road Again

Ah hell, I just didn't care. I didn't really owe him anything and if he couldn't handle it, he could leave. I was soooo horny I just had to get some release. But shit, I had to be careful. The law takes a funny view of adults having sex with fifteen year old, or even in the presence of fifteen year old. I really didn't want to end up in jail with "Bubba" for a room mate.

I decided maybe, just maybe, if I was quiet enough I could jerk off and he wouldn't wake up. I really didn't want a scene here. The last thing I needed was for Justin to wake up and start yelling in the middle of this overcrowded campground. Yeah, that was it, I would just quietly jerk off in my sleeping bag.

I started to slowly stroke my already hard cock and my thoughts drifted. Man it was hot, must still be in the 80's [25-30°C] and it was past midnight. It was just too hot in this sleeping bag. I slowly pulled the zipper down and pushed the sleeping bag aside. Yeah, that was better… now, where was I… right, my hand started gliding up and down my cock again and the pot started to work on my brain. Yeah, right, man that feels soooo good! I was lost in happy memories of the last time with my wife the night before I left on this trip. Man she could suck cock. I hadn't had sex with a guy since I was a teenager and I hadn't thought about it either. But my thoughts drifted to Justin, the teenage boy sleeping peacefully beside me. So far I had only seen him naked for a few seconds but the sight would have given me an instant woody under other circumstances when I was his age.

Was it really just this morning that I crossed the boarder from Canada to the US just south of Vancouver on the start of my two month dream trip. My new Honda Goldwing was loaded with my usual touring stuff and I was off on a long and deserved vacation. Two whole months of no schedule, no phones, no e-mail, no voice mail, just the open road and adventure. Well I sure found adventure.

The first rest stop I pulled into on I-5 was nearly deserted and I needed to take a leak. As I was walking back from the Men's Room to the parking area I heard someone yelling for help from just beyond the tree line on the other side of the parking lot. Being the typical overconfident 50 year old that I am I thought I should at least go and look at what was up. I wasn't ready for what I found!

There, just hidden by the bush were two guys, probably about 18 years old beating the shit out of a third guy, not just any guy, a fucking teenager probably about fourteen or fifteen. Not only were they beating him up pretty bad but they were in the process of tearing his clothes off. It was also pretty clear that from the language they were using that they had plans for his boy ass! Well, I've got nothing against a good ass fuck but rape, no way! I'm also not big on two against one… and both of these guys where way bigger than their victim.

I knew I could never take out both of them by myself and I also could tell the victim was in no condition to help… fuck, what was I going to do? Then like an idiot I pulled out my Cel phone, turned it on and dialed 911. I didn't know if it would work but it seemed like the only thing to do. Then it happened. About the same time the phone made that noise indicating the line was busy, the two guys noticed me. Shit, we just stood there looking at each other for what seemed like minutes. Finally, one of the guys asked me "what the fuck do you want?"

Without thinking, good thing too, I started talking into the Cel phone, "Hello, is this the State Police? Please send help fast to the Rest Stop, south bound on I-5 just south of Bellingham. There's two guys trying to kill some kid. Yeah, right, there's a car just two minutes away … great!" I then hit the button to turn off the Cel phone and lowered it. The two guys just stood there for a second looking at each other and both took off on the run. They jumped into a Van in the parking lot and burned out. Fuck was I lucky.

Suddenly the kid on the ground moaned and started to puke his guts out. Shit, I'd forgotten about him. I was so busy shaking I don't think I could have remembered my own name. So while he puked I just stood there like a dumb fuck and shook.

About the time he stopped puking I had regained enough self control to speak. "Are you okay? Anything broken?" The kid started to cry and was looking around for his clothes but what was there were torn to shreds and he was still naked. He was trying to cover himself with his hands but I could see he had a gorgeous teenage prick, probably about 4 inches [10 cm], cut, and a small growth of pubic hair above it. He had a nice athletic build and probably weighed about 140 pounds [63 kg]. His brown hair was full of grass and leaves and blood was still running from his nose. He also had the beginning of a great black eye.

I told him, "my name is Jim and I'm going to check you out for injuries. Just try to relax."

Finally he spoke, "are you a Doctor?."

"No," I told him, "but I do have industrial first aid training."

"Oh," was all he said.

I checked him over for bleeding, broken bones, and to see if his eyes were focusing. Everything seemed to be okay. But I also noticed some old bruising and marks on his back but they were old and I ignored them.

"Well," I said. "I guess I can't just leave you here like this. Do you have any other clothes with you?."

"No. I had some stuff in my pack but those bastards just drove off with it."

Shit, I thought. Now what? I told him to stay put and I would go back to my bike and bring him something. As I started walking back to my bike I heard him start to laugh, and then he was silent.

When I returned with a spare pair of jeans and a shirt I asked him what had been so funny. He said it just struck him funny when I told him to stay put. "Like I was going to go somewhere butt naked!" He had a point and I chuckled a bit.

I apologized for the size of the clothes and told him "I don't usually bring an extra set of small sizes in case I meet some naked teenager." Well that struck him a bit funny and he started to laugh again. I guess he was going to be all right.

I took him over to one of the tables, grabbed a couple of cokes out of my bike and sat down with him. "So, do you want to tell me who you are and what the hell was going on?. He thought for a few seconds and started talking.

"My name is Justin. I was hitch hiking and those guys in the Van picked my up. They were doing some kind of drugs and started acting funny. They pulled in here and that's when it happened. There was no warning, they just grabbed me, dragged me into the trees and told me they were going to fuck me. I tried to fight but they were just too big. I think they would have killed me if you hadn't come along. Thanks man, I owe you!"

I asked, "why the hell were you hitch hiking and where are you going?"

"I don't know, just south I guess."

"How old are you?"

"15."

"Oh come on. A fifteen year old doesn't just pick up and start hitching with no place to go. What's going on?"

"Well, I guess I'm going to LA to stay with my friend. He moved down there at Christmas and, well, I can't go home."

"You're going to have to do better than that. I won't leave you here and I sure as hell won't take you with me. Do you know how much shit I would be in if the Police check us out and I've got a fifteen year old run away with me. No way. I'm going to call the police and they can take you home."

"No please…" His voice trailed off and he was crying again. He tried to hide his face from me but it was no use. This kid was a mess.

Finally he got control of himself and just sat there looking at the ground. I said, "Look, you seem like a nice kid and I'd really like to help you, but you've got to be straight with me. It's the truth, and nothing but the truth."

Justin thought for a few minutes and started to talk.

"Well, okay. I guess I've got to trust someone and you did just save my life. My mother died a few years ago and my father has been drunk ever since. I miss her sooo much. Two nights ago my Dad came home drunk and caught me watching some porno movies. He went ballistic. He told me he was fed up with me and told me to get the fuck out of his house and don't ever come back. So I packed a few things and left. I hung around town for a few days but nobody's parents were willing to let me stay until things cooled off. I guess I've got a pretty bad reputation for acting out since my Mum died and they didn't want me hanging around with their kids. So I decided to head south."

"Justin, I can't believe any parent would kick out their son for watching a porno movie."

"Well, it wasn't just any porno movie. It had guys in it." he said as his voice trailed off.

"So, most porno movies have guys in them. What's the big deal?"

"There were ONLY guys in it."

"Oh, so?"

"Dad thinks I'm gay."

Justin started to cry again. Fuck, what was I into. So much for that great holiday I had planned. Just what I need, a fucked up kid and I'm riding a motorcycle.

"Justin, are you gay?"

"I don't know. I've never had sex with a guy, and a like to talk to girls, but I like to look at guys when they're doing stuff."

"Well, Justin, you know a lot of teenage guys go through a stage when they sometimes have sex with other guys, but that doesn't make them gay. Most of them start going out with girls, get married and have kids."

Justin was crying out of control now. He didn't know which way was up and it was clear he was hurting… not from the beating, but inside. I put my arm around him and he leaned into me and put his arms around my waist and cried like a baby. This went on for several minutes until he got control of himself. He straightened up and said, "sorry."

"For what," I asked.

"For being such a fuck up," he said.

"Hey Justin. You just about got killed, you've been kicked out of your home. That's a lot of shit for anyone to deal with. I think I'd be crying too if it had happened to me."

"Thank you," was all he said and he just sat there.

"So, what are you going to do?" I asked.

"Can I come with you."

"Justin, in case you haven't noticed, I'm riding that motorcycle over there and I don't know where I'm going. I'm just out for a two month cruise. Don't you think your father will sober up and report you missing? I don't want to get put in jail for kidnapping… or worse."

"Please. I don't know what to do and I'm scared."

By now my judgment was getting messed up too. I was starting to like this kid. Man, what was I getting into.

"Justin, listen up. You just about got killed. You don't know where you're going or what you are going to do. For all you know I'll attack you too! Do you really think this is smart? I'm a fucking stranger for Christ sake."

"Well, if you were going to attack me you had a chance back there. Instead of chasing those guys away you could have joined them. I'll take my chances with you."

I guess he had me there. The truth is there is no way I would ever hurt anybody, and I sure as hell wasn't about to molest a kid!

Finally I gave in. "Okay, you can ride along with me for a while. I've got a spare 'skid lid' but I'm going to call your father tonight and see what he has to say. Okay?"

I could tell he wasn't very happy about calling his Dad but I hadn't given him much choice. Reluctantly he said, "Okay."

I got him set up on the passenger seat, gave him a few instructions about how to operate the intercom and adjust the built in stereo speakers in the spare helmet and we were off. As the miles slipped by I noticed his body starting to press against me and eventually he just put his arms around me.

Around Seattle it was time for lunch and I pulled into the first Burger King I saw. I told Justin to order what ever he wanted and we sat down to eat. Wow, his food was gone before I got the wrapper off mine.

"Justin, when was the last time you ate?"

"Day before yesterday," he said.

"Here is some more money. Go get what you want."

"Wow, thanks Jim, I guess I really am kind off hungry."

Justin came back with enough food for three kids, sat down and ate in silence.

As we were heading back out to the parking lot he said "Thanks, I really needed that."

We got back on the bike and headed south. Evening saw us in Portland and we turned out toward the coast. I pulled into a State Park near the coast and set up camp. I purchased some fire wood and set about cooking up some steaks on the fire, baked potatoes, and some veggies. I do like to eat well while I'm on the road!

After a shower and some small talk Justin headed to bed and I stayed up for a few minutes to clean up supper and phone his father. What a fuck head he was. By the time I finished talking to him I needed to smoke a joint just to mellow out. With the food put away, the supper mess cleaned up, and a pleasant buzz from the joint, I headed for the tent and bed.

Chapter 2
The First Night

"What the hell is going on, and where is the light coming from?" Justin asked. Justin looked a little worried, actually scared would be closer to the truth, judging from the look on his face. Then he collapsed back down onto his sleeping bag with a painful groan.

I wasn't sure what to do first but that dam bright light seemed to be the first priority. I zipped open the tent door a few inches and peered out into the night. There wasn't any particular noise and no one else in the camp ground seemed to be alarmed. As my eyes became accustomed to the light I discovered that a Motor Home had just pulled into the camp site across from ours and their headlights were pointing directly at our tent. A few seconds later the lights went out and everything was quiet. "Just a late arrival" I mumbled as I crawled back to my sleeping bag.

Then I remembered his cry of pain and asked, "Justin, are you okay? You sounded like you were hurt or something."

"Yeah," came his reply. "I guess I've got a few sore spots and jumping up kind of hurt."

"Good," I said. "You kind of had me worried. I was afraid there was something wrong."

"Naw, it's okay, just a little sore in places, but… ah… well…"

I knew what was on his mind now, but he seemed a little embarrassed to just say it. Can't say as I blame him. I'm not sure what I would have said when I was his age if I woke up and found the guy next to me beating off. Especially if that guy was old enough to be my father. After all, old guys didn't do that kind of thing, do they?

I figured I had better say something before the kid really freaked out. "Look, Justin, I was beating off. I thought you were asleep and wouldn't know, okay! I'm sorry if I scared you but I really hadn't counted on that ass hole and his headlights. I wouldn't have touched you, I'm just not into that kind of thing. Its been three days and I'm horny! Please believe me."

Justin just laid there for a few seconds. Then he said, "It's okay, I'm not scared of you. I know you're an okay guy cause you saved me from those other guys earlier and you didn't have to. It's just, well, I've never seen anyone actually doing it before and I didn't really think married guys ever did it, and, well… I didn't know old guys did it either!"

Well that did it, "OLD GUYS, thanks a lot" I said, making believe I was a little pissed off.

"No, I didn't mean, like you are OLD, but you're a lot older than me and… ah fuck, I guess I've put my foot in it, eh?"

"That's okay, I think there's still room in your mouth for the other foot. Wanna try for it?"

Justin giggled a bit and realized I wasn't really mad and relaxed a little. "Look, guys have sex until they can't because they're dead, or something. And just because a guy is married doesn't mean they don't jerk off. Especially when they are away from any other form of sexual release, yeah, they jerk off. It's just the way it is."

"Wow, really? I guess I hadn't really thought about it. I'm sorry. I guess I was just a bit surprised."

"Don't sweat it. It's no big deal, but I guess the show is over for tonight. I kind of lost the mood, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah," Justin said. "I guess the show is over for to night. See ya in the morning."

Justin got comfortable in his sleeping bag and I zipped myself into mine. I guess the show really was over. My prick was fully deflated and I had certainly lost the mood. "Goodnight," I said.

About ten minutes later I was still thinking about the events of today and not really going to sleep. I could tell Justin wasn't asleep either. He had been tossing and turning ever since things had settled down.

Justin quietly called my name, "Jim, you asleep?"

"No" I replied.

"Yeah, I can't get back to sleep either. I've been laying here thinking, and well… I… ah… I was thinking… man I don't know how to say this."

"Justin, don't worry, just say it. I promise I won't be pissed off … unless you call me OLD again."

"Well, ever since I woke up and saw you… ah… you know… doing it, I've been getting really horny. Now I want to… ya know… do it. But I'm a little nervous and I ain't never done it in front of somebody."

"No problem. I don't care if you do it or not. It won't bother me. If you like I'll turn over and face the other way."

"Yeah well, that's okay, but I was wondering, if… well… you want to do it with me. I ain't never seen another guy do it and you can watch me if you want. I remember you said you did it with other guys when you were YOUNG, so I thought maybe…"

So there it was. What was I going to do now. If he only knew how much I wanted to 'do it' with him, but he was just a kid. Man, the trouble I could get into.

"Justin, do you know how much trouble I would be in if anyone ever found out? They would put me in jail and throw away the key. Adults just can't do anything with a kid around."

"Really, I would never tell anyone. I just want to do it and I really want to see what another guy looks like when they cum. Please?"

Fuck, what was going on. I think I was being seduced by a fifteen year old.

"Justin, if you really want to it's okay, but you have to agree you will never tell anyone, right!"

"Right," he said. "What do we do?"

"What do you mean, "What do we do?." It's simple, you just lie there and jerk off and I'll do the same."

"No, no. I know how to jerk off, I meant should we get out of the sleeping bags and should I move over there or are you going to move over here."

Now this was getting heavy. A little circle jerk is one thing, but moving close to each other? What was he up to?

"Justin, you can get out of your sleeping bag if you want to. It's up to you. I'm going to get out of mine. But I think you should stay over there."

"Okay" he said, sounding a little disappointed. "It's just that I've never actually seen someone else's dick when it was hard and I wanted to be able to see yours."

Truth was, I wanted a good look at his too, so trying to sound like I was being objective I told him he could move over if he wanted to. The words were barely out of my mouth when he just rolled over and bumped into the side of my air mattress.

"Geesh, sure took you long enough to make up your mind." I said with a smirk.

"Yeah well, I didn't want to give you any time to change your mind," was his reply.

I was starting to get hard again and judging from his erratic breathing I think he had been for awhile. I decided to have some fun and slowly started to unzip the sleeping bag, taking my time trying to increase the suspense. Justin noticed the zipper coming down and his eyes were glued to my sleeping bag in anticipation of what was hidden beneath. Finally the zipper was down far enough and I slowly started to move it back. It looked like his eyes were going to bulge right out of their sockets. As the tension built I suddenly flung it open revealing what lay, or stood, underneath.

Justin had jumped with I flung the bag back but was looking back in a flash.

"Wow," he said. "It's huge! Mine isn't anywhere near the size of that."

"So lets see" I said.

"Oh right," he said.

Justin simply unzipped his bag and pushed it aside. There was his beautiful teenage prick standing at attention. It was about 5 inches [12½ cm] long but still had that youthful slimness. I guess by comparison mine was 'huge', although its is an average 6½ inches [16½ cm] but considerably thicker than his.

"Justin, that's really nice. I know it isn't as big as mine yet, but you're only fifteen. You've still got some growing to do."

"Can I touch it?" he asked.

"Sure" I said.

I must have jumped a foot when his hand came out and grabbed by throbbing cock. I thought he had been asking if he could touch his own, not mine.

Justin's' hand snapped back as I jumped. "Sorry, did I hurt you?"

"No, you just surprised me. I thought you were asking if it was okay to touch yourself, not me."

"Oh, okay. Can I touch YOUR cock," he said with a grin.

"Yeah, I guess," I responded.

Justin moved his hand over and gently wrapped his fingers around my throbbing dick. By now I was so hot I almost came. Pre cum was oozing from the slit. "ooooh" was all that came out of my mouth.

Justin just held my throbbing cock, gently squeezing and then releasing his grip. After a few minutes he released his grip and I could feel his warm fingers slowly exploring its length and gently rolling my balls between his fingers. My breathing was become hard, that feeling was starting to build in my groin. I knew I wouldn't last long.

Finally I found my voice. "Justin, I'm gonna cum if you keep touching me like that. I'm so fucking hot I'm just going to lose it."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No, not really, I was just warning you that it's going to be over soon."

"Oh, okay."

The next thing I knew he was stroking my cock again and my cock was getting harder and harder. My breathing was coming fast, I was right on the edge. "Uuuugh, uuuugh, uuugh." The first shot went past my head and hit the wall of the tent. The second shot landed on my chin. The third, fourth and fifth blended into a mass on my torso. I collapsed onto the sleeping bag totally spent. "Wow," was all I could say.

Justin was holding my softening penis, looking at the cum from my chin to my stomach. He let go of my cock and started tracing his fingers through the puddle of cum on my stomach but hadn't said a word.

"Man, I've never seen that much cum before and I sure don't shoot that far!"

"Yeah well, I was really hot. I usually don't cum like that either."

"I'm still impressed," he said.

I was still laying there in the after glow of one the best orgasms of my life when I realized that Justin still hadn't cum and must be hot as hell. My wife had never produced an orgasm like that from me. What the hell was going on? I remembered the times when I was a teenager and the things we had done. The memories were overpowering.

I gently laid Justin back onto his sleeping bag and leaned over and slowly devoured his waiting cock all the way down to his pubes. Justin let out a slow groan and instantly exploded in my mouth. Shot after shot of sweet boy juice went down my throat as he madly grabbed the back of my head and pushed his groin into my face. I couldn't believe it, he was like a mad man.

Justin's cock had softened slightly but was now hard as ever. Oh to be young! I decided, "what the hell," and started sucking for real. This kid was going crazy. I think he would have crawled into my mouth if he could have gotten in. His hips were bucking like mad and he was grunting from all the way down to his toes. He was going to cum again and I decided to really push his buttons. I slicked up a finger from the cum on my stomach and gently pushed it into his ass. It slipped in without any resistance all the way past the second knuckle. I probed around and finally found is immature prostate. Bang, Justin came again. Another load of sweet boy juice was being pumped down my throat. His hips were right off the ground and he was bucking like an untamed stallion.

Finally it was over. Justin sank back down to the sleeping bag, still panting like he had just finished a marathon race. His body was covered in sweat and he was worn out.

Justin wrapped his arms around me as I pulled a sleeping bag over us. He still had his arms around me when I awoke in the morning.

Chapter 3
Getting to Know Justin

Unfortunately, even in paradise, some of the laws of nature remain constant and I had to piss big time. GOD how I hated to get up. I gently moved him off me and pulled on some clothes and headed for the can.

Justin was still sleeping when I returned so I started some breakfast. The campsite was starting to come alive and a few of the other campers stopped by coming and going to the washroom. "Nice bike," "How far you going," "Man are you lucky" (if they only knew). Some things never change no matter how often I've been on the road. Nothing draws attention in a campsite like a Goldwing!

Breakfast was finally ready, but still no sign of Justin. "Hey Justin, time to get up… breakfast is ready!"

"Huh… what… oh yeah, be right there."

A few minutes later Justin emerged from the tent into the warm morning air, wearing only my oversized jeans.

"HOLY FUCK man, get over here! Let me take a look at you."

During the night that black eye had almost completely closed shut. There were a few other major bruises I hadn't seen the day before either.

He limped over and collapsed on the picnic bench.

"Fuck that hurts! Those guys really did a number on me."

I checked over what I could and other than the swollen eye and some really neat Technicolor bruises he seemed to be okay. But I was getting mad. I should have called the police and had those sons of bitches put in jail. I'll never understand how anybody can do those things.

But I guess Justin wasn't in all that much pain judging by the way he inhaled the breakfast offerings and looked up like he was ready for more.

I knew we had to talk about some things and there was not point putting it off.

"Justin, I phoned your father last night before I came to bed," I started. I wasn't sure if the look on his face was fear or hate, but I continued.

"You… uh… we have a problem."

He didn't say a word. He just sat there looking at me.

"I guess there's only way to say it, so here goes. Your father was drunk when I called and not particularly friendly. I guess you were right, you don't have a home to go back to."

Justin just looked at me for a few seconds and then asked, "is that all he said?"

"Well no, not exactly. He also said "there was no fucking way he would ever let that fucking little queer back in his house, and as far as he was concerned you were dead… period."

I knew there was no love lost between him and his father but the pained look on his face betrayed an underlying love that always exists between father and son. I guess there had been a secret hope that he really could return home after a 'cooling off' period… but that was gone now. Tears were started in my eyes as I sat there looking Justin and feeling his pain. NO kid should have to go through this, but what could I do?

Calling the child welfare officials is like a sentence to hell. I guess they're well meaning but there are just too many kids and too many 'Foster homes' that are just in it for the money. And me, shit, I've got a wife. Yeah right, I could imagine it, "Hi dear, I'm home. Oh by the way, meet Justin. He's a fifteen year old runaway I picked up on my trip and I've been fucking him silly for two months." Yup, I could just imagine that one! Still, I had to do something.

Justin looked at me with a weird look.

"What's with you? I'm the one that's been kicked out and nearly killed. You look like shit!"

He was right, of course, what right did I have to be falling apart. I couldn't help myself, I grabbed him and gave him a long hug. Truth was it was more for me than him, but it helped both of us.

"Okay, I guess we've got to talk about some things."

"Like what?"

"Like last night."

"What about last night?"

"You know that can't happen again."

"Why not?"

"Because it isn't right, AND it's illegal."

"So you're going to tell me you didn't enjoy it?"

"That's not the point."

"What is?"

"I could go to jail for a long time if anybody found out."

"Oh, so that's it. I was just convenient and now you're going to throw me away like my dad? Well fuck you!"

Justin got up and started to walk away.

"Where are you going?"

"What do you care? If you don't want me, I'm leaving!"

His one good eye was now red with tears.

"I didn't say I didn't care, I do."

"Yeah sure, you're just like my old man!"

Ouch, that hurt! Now I was mad. I was mad at him and I was mad at myself. I got up, grabbed him by the arm and forced him back to the table and sat him down.

"Look, I do care, but I'm confused too. I WANT to look after you, I think I love you, but we've got to think this through and work it out."

Justin settled down and thought for a few minutes. Then he looked at me, but didn't say a word. Ten minutes must have passed as we sat there looking at each other. I could see the hurt and pain in his eyes, I could see the pleading too!

Finally I spoke. "Justin, I don't know what is happening and I don't know what the answers are. I do know we've both got a lot of thinking to do and we've both got the time to do it. You don't need to be anywhere until September when school starts, and I don't have to be home until then either. If you want to travel with me until we figure this out, I'd love to have the company. Maybe we can work something out, but I'm making no promises."

Justin sat there thinking and I could see those tears starting again. He finally looked me in the eye and said "okay" and gave me a hug.

About ten minutes later I broke the spell and said, "lets talk."

"Yeah, I guess we should."

"First, I want to set one ground rule. If you want to travel with me, I'll look after you but you have to agree here and now you will always tell me the truth and I will always do the same for you. No friendship can last on lies. Okay?"

"That's it? All I have to do is be honest?"

"Yup! But believe me, sometimes that can be the toughest thing you'll ever have to do!"

"Deal!"

"Well, there's one more thing."

"I knew it, there's always one more thing."

"Yeah well, what can I say. In most things we are equals, and that means in everything, but there may be times when I have to pull rank and you have to agree that you'll do what I say. I guess there may be times when you'll have to accept the fact that I'm older and know what is best for both you and me."

Justin looked at me for a few seconds when that impish grin crossed his face.

"Okay, OLD man."

He ducked just in time to avoid my playful swat.

"So now what?"

"Well I think the first order of business is to go back to that town we passed last night and get you some clothes that fit." And so we did.

A few hours later we were back in the campsite with some jeans, a few shirts, socks, a new set of Nikes, some GoreTex outer wear, and a few other necessary supplies.

We went into the tent to check out his new clothes and I wanted to check his injuries again. I really wanted to make sure there would be no problems. Nothing seemed any worse than I had noticed the day before but I just had to ask about those old bruises and marks on his back.

"They were from an accident," he said.

"Justin, WHAT ARE THEY FROM?"

"I told you, an accident!"

"I wasn't born yesterday, TALK."

"Its no big deal."

"Yes it IS. I'm not going to travel through half the western US for the next two months with a kid with marks like that on his back without knowing how he got them. I know fucking well those are the result of a beating from someone, and… you promised to be totally honest with me."

I hated myself for that. Here I was 'pulling rank' already and it had only been a few hours. Oh well, once a father…

"He beat me with his belt."

"Who beat you with his belt."

"Dad."

Shit, if I didn't like him already, now I hated him.

"Your Dad? What the fuck for?"

"He usually didn't need a reason. He'd just come home drunk and, well… supper wasn't the way he liked it, the laundry wasn't done, my grades weren't good enough. The last time was because he and his friends had drunk all the beer but he didn't remember. He thought I had taken it."

I was furious, "that son of a bitch." It's a good thing he wasn't there, I might have killed him. I was so fucking mad I was shaking. Justin looked at me with FEAR in his eyes and moved back to the other side of the tent.

"What's wrong?"

"That's the way my Dad looks before he starts to beat me."

"Oh fuck Justin, I'm not mad at you, I'm fucking mad at you father. I've never hit my kids and I sure as hell would never hit you."

Anger, it's what's wrong with this world. Too many angry people. I made a mental note to keep it cool in the future. It didn't matter who I was mad at, the people around me don't deserve to be exposed to it.

I moved over to Justin and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Sorry, I'll try to keep it under control. You're right, even though I'm not mad at you, you don't deserve to be exposed to it."

Justin looked at me and though his arms around my neck and said, "Why couldn't you be my dad. I love you."

I was going to say something, but what was there to say. I just hugged him back. I guess I was learning about myself. This kid was really getting to me, and yes, I did love him. I couldn't believe how his Dad could just throw him away like that. I was also becoming aware of the warmth of his body, and his hard cock poking me. Mine was feeling a bit cramped too.

"Justin, I think we've both got another problem."

"Yeah, I think we do."

"You know this is wrong."

"I don't care."

"Neither do I."

We fell to the floor of the tent and gently kissed and stroked each other. Justin was already nude and somehow my clothes seemed to fall off over the next few minutes. We hugged, we kissed, we touched. This wasn't just sex, this was 'making love.' Our mouths found each other's. My tongue slowly started moving into his mouth and it was eagerly sucked in. Our hands explored each others body. There was no hurry. We just wanted to be close. And we were!

Justin whispered in my ear, "Will you fuck me?"

"Are you sure? Have you ever done that before?"

"No, but I want to."

"You know it can hurt like hell the first time."

"I don't care. I trust you to be gentle. I just want you."

Justin rolled over on his back and raised his legs up to his chest. His beautiful cock was as hard as steel. His nuts were drawn up tight to his body and his puckered hole was winking at me. I leaned forward and gently licked his cock and then his balls as a drop of pre cum oozed out of the tip. It tasted heavenly. I licked down to that pink hairless puckered hole and worked at it with my tongue. He was groaning softly and writhing on the sleeping bag. My tongue worked its magic and slowly penetrated that inviting hole.

"Oooooooh fuuuuck" Justin moaned. "I don't believe it. This is sooooo fucking incredible. Please, fuck me now!"

Justin was ready, and so was I. I lube'd his hole with some KY and covered my own aching cock. I aimed it at his waiting hole and gently probed. A few gentle pushes and my cock slipped in… all the way. I couldn't believe it. No resistance, no indication of pain, just a look of pure pleasure on his face.

"Yes, fuck me. God that feels good, NOW DO IT!"

"That was so easy, have you ever done this before" I asked.?

"No, I've never wanted to do it before either. I just want you. Please, fuck me."

I started a slow, deep, long stroke and Justin responded. He closed his eyes as his head rolled from side to side. His hips moved to meet my thrusts. We were both in heaven.

With each stroke I could tell I was touching that magic button hidden deep inside. I could feel his ass muscles gently squeeze and relax with each stroke. I'm not sure who was doing who. If this was making love with a guy, I didn't want it to stop, ever! Justin continued to milk my cock as I plunged in and out of that inviting place. I couldn't believe I hadn't cum yet. This much pleasure would normally have put me over the top minutes ago. But this… this was different. I wanted it to go on forever. I wanted Justin with me forever.

Justin looked up into my eyes and said, "I love you. Promise me you'll make love to me like this every day of my life. This is so incredible.. I want it to go on forever. Please don't ever stop."

Love may make the world go around but the laws of nature always catch up, and they were catching up to both of us. We were both on the edge, and we knew it. It was going to happen and there was no stopping it.

Justin started to groan, barely perceptible, but it was there. His teeth were clenched, his eyes were starting to flutter, and then I felt his ass muscles grip my cock like a vice and then pulsate. Cum flew from his cock, some landing on his face and chest, some on me. I lost it. I'm sure the biggest load of my life was going deep into the bowels of the boy I loved. The spasms in Justin's ass seemed to match the spasm in my cock. We were coming together and in sync. Nothing, absolutely nothing, would ever surpass this moment.

Our union was complete, we were as one, and everything seem right in the world.

Chapter 4
The Oregon Coast

The conversation finally turned to what my plans were for the trip and why I travel by motorcycle. I told him how I had been doing this for many years but this was to be the longest trip I had ever done. Usually they were two weeks or less. I told him about the Pacific Coast route from here to Mexico. The sights there are to see and the fantastic roads to ride. The Redwoods of Northern California, the Golden Gate bridge, Disneyland, The Hearst Castle at San Simian, Big Sur, the Spruce Goose and the Queen Mary, the deserts of California, Death Valley, the Grand Canyon, Zion Canyon, the mountains of Colorado, Yellowstone Park, Mt. Rushmore, The Black Hills of the Dakotas, and the ass hole of the world, Butte Montana (sorry). I must have sounded like a paid travel log but each place reminded me of another story.

Justin listened with honest interest, but something was starting to bother him. At first he didn't want to tell me, but he soon told me he wished he could see those places and things but he doubted he ever would.

"Well," I said, "we've got at least two months and we can cover a lot of miles and see a lot of things in that time. Why don't we just see what happens."

"Do you really think we could see all that?"

"I don't know, but it sure would be fun to try!"

"Yeah."

"Lets get up, start some supper and get the maps out. Let's plan a trip."

Justin had his pants on and was out the door before I had the sentence out of my mouth.

Our little campsite was alive with activity. Lighting a fire, getting the food ready, finding the maps.

"Lets go here… no I want to see that … how about this" and so it went until it was dark.

By the time we had finished off the huge steaks, baked potatoes, a few ears of corn, and washed it down with a nice bottle of wine we had a trip planned. We were stuffed and the campsite was a mess. What the hell, I was here to have fun… and I was having the time of my life.

For the first leg of the trip we were going to head south down the Oregon coast and the highlight of that part would be a ride on the 'jet boats' on the Rogue River. We decided to get an early start in the morning so we hit the sack early. Not that we planned to sleep right away!

As we climbed into the tent Justin asked if he could try something. I asked him, "what?"

"Oh, you'll see," was his reply.

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Nothing, absolutely nothing."

"I don't get it."

"You will. You just lay there. You aren't allowed to move, touch or talk."

"Well, okay." I thought, "what the hell," why not play along. Besides, my curiosity was getting to me.

Justin moved over and planted a big wet kiss on my lips. "Now remember, you can't move. You are under my total control. I control the vertical, I control the horizontal, do not adjust…"

"Enough of The Outer Limits, get on with it!"

"Okay, okay. Geesh, no sense of haw haw."

He slowly removed my clothes. Button by button, piece by piece. He had no intention of this being over in five minutes. It must have taken ten minutes just to get my clothes off. He then ordered me to watch him. Like the best stripper I've ever seen, he slowly removed each piece of his own clothing. It must have taken him another ten minutes to wiggle out of his clothes, which was quite a feat since he wasn't wearing much to begin with. So far he had not touched me but I was hard as a rock. This was going to be very interesting.

He slowly rubbed himself all over. Squeezed his tits, pulled his beautiful teen cock, showed his perfect puckered hole. He would come close to me, but never touched. Sometimes he would blow softly on one part of me or another, but never touched. I couldn't believe how hot I was getting without so much as a single touch.

All the while I was drinking in his good looks. I had never really studied him before but he was a beautiful specimen. He was well proportioned with a solid build. Not fat or heavy, just solid, and not like most kids his age who seemed to be all arms and legs. He was well developed with good definition. His chest was quite broad and it trailed nicely down to well tapered waist. There were the beginnings of some nice abs too. His face was gorgeous. Free of the blight that affects so many teens at his age, just clear skin with the beginning of a shadow on his upper lip. His hair was a healthy dark brown as were his eyes. He was well into puberty but still had that adorable 'puppy dog' look. His cock was nicely shaped with a slight upward curve, crowned with a well proportioned glans. I would guess it was about 5½ inches [14 cm] hard and laid completely flat against his stomach. His pubic bush was still just a patch above his teen prick and there was no sign of the hair that would someday point the way from his naval to his groin. His balls hung loosely in his smooth sack. Not as big as mine but more than enough to provide the fuel for what was to come. In short, on a scale of one to ten, he was easily an eleven.

Justin ordered me to roll over, face down.

I felt a warm liquid pour onto my shoulders and felt him straddle my ass and sit down. His hands started to massage the warm oil into my shoulders, and then my back. Down each arm and on each side of my ribs. It must have taken thirty minutes for him to get to my waist. All the time I could feel the object of my desire, his teen cock touching me here and there as he moved.

He missed my ass and more oil dribbled onto the backs of my thighs and he worked his way down each leg. Another twenty minutes and he was working on my toes. I didn't know if I wanted to cum or die. This kid was pouring his heart out to me with each stroke of his gentle hands.

It was like a bolt of lightening when the oil landed on my ass and his hands worked my butt as his fingers started to work into my crack. Soon his fingers found their target and were working away at my hole. First one, then another. Finally three of his fingers were gently working on the inside of my hole and I could feel his teen cock gliding up and down between my legs and crack. Suddenly, he moved away and said, "turn over."

The process was repeated on my front. He worked his way from my shoulders, down each arm, my chest and stomach. Again he missed my groin area and worked down each leg to my toes. We had been going like this now for nearly an hour and my cock was dripping steady stream of pre cum. Justin knew he was driving me crazy, but that was part of his plan. He knew where he was going… he just never told me!

Finally the oil poured onto my groin and he worked it in, but he was still careful not to over stimulate anything that would end the fun to soon. At last it was done, there wasn't a square inch of me that wasn't oiled, and relaxed. That is if you don't count my cock which was ready to explode. Justin then took the KY and greased up my cock, came over to me, placed one foot on either side of me, positioned his ass above my cock and… sat down in one motion. So there he was. Impaled on my cock, sitting on top of me. His cock was pointed straight up and a smile on his face that said he was in heaven.

Justin started to fuck me. Slowly he moved himself up and down on my slick cock. Not fast enough to really get me off, but enough to keep me right on the edge. He shifted his position a bit and I could tell his prostate was now receiving the full benefit of the activity. Justin's cock was full and hard. The head was bulging with the added pressure. Pre cum was flowing out of his cock. His face was becoming flushed and his breathing faster and faster.

I was on the very edge, but he expertly kept me from going all the way over, but at the same time made sure I stayed there. I now knew where this was going. He wanted to milk my cock with his ass muscle contractions when he came. He was going to set me off with his climax. It had happened before but that was just luck, this time Justin was in control and he was going to do it.

About thirty seconds later it happened. His ass clamped my dick and started to pulse. Huge gobs of his cum sprayed over my chest and stomach. Those rhythmical contractions on my cock sent me over the edge and I thrust my hips up and buried my dick as deep as I could. I was cuming and there was no stopping it. With each blast of my cum he moaned and said "yes, yes, oh fuck yes.. I can feel each blast from that man cock of yours, keep going, don't stop!"

A few moments later we were both spent and Justin collapsed down onto me. He looked me in the eyes and kissed me. It was a kiss of love and passion. I hugged him and kissed him back.

It was incredible. That was the hottest, hardest, orgasm of my life and I was still hard.

Justin said, "I was hoping you'd stay hard."

"Why?"

"Because I want to sleep with you in me all night."

Nothing more needed to be said. We both understood.

Justin scooted around and laid down next to me with his back to me. He lifted one leg as I moved up behind him and replaced my cock in his waiting boy hole. I wrapped my arms around him and held his cock with one hand.

"God that feels so good," he said. "Promise you'll still be here when I wake up?"

"I promise," I said as I nibbled on his ear. "Besides, I want the other ear tomorrow night."

"You can have it any time you want, just be there for me."

"I'll always be there for you. I don't want to be anywhere else."

"Thank you, Jim."

"Jim?"

"Yeah"

"Can I call you Dad?"

"Justin?"

"Yeah"

"Can I call you son?"

"Goodnight, Dad"

"Goodnight, Son"

Justin squeezed my arm a little tighter and I returned the gesture.

We went to sleep like that and was still in his teen love hole in the morning.

I could tell Justin was awake, but he hadn't made a move to wake me.

"Morning," I said.

"Morning yourself."

"Been awake long son?"

"About an hour dad."

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"Cause you'd want to get up and I was enjoying feeling you in me."

"Oh."

"Can you feel that?" Justin squeezed my cock with his ass muscles.

"Yeah, but be careful, I've got to go pee."

"See what I mean, you'd want to get up."

"I guess you're right."

"I guess that happens when you become and OLD MAN!"

Justin started to giggle, then it became a full gut wrenching laugh. I didn't care, and it was kind of funny… but I'd get him back… later.

"So you think you can piss with that hard on?" I asked.

"Yeah well, you can't either."

"Ya never know, at least if I piss I won't get the bedding wet."

"You wouldn't!"

"Was that a dare?"

"Ye… NO."

He knew me better than I thought. Don't ever dare me to do anything … I might.

"Truce?"

"Okay"

"I've still got to take a piss."

"Think we should go out there like this."

"No, it might scare the neighbors."

"Naw, they'd just be jealous."

"Either way, still not a good idea."

"I still don't want to get up."

"And your still an OLD MAN."

"We were here already."

"So?"

"I don't like repeating myself."

"You sure liked repeating yourself last night."

"Huh?"

"You must have cum three more times after we went to sleep."

"You're kidding."

"Nope."

"Did I enjoy it?

"Oh yeah!"

"How do you know?"

"Just check the hickey's on my neck. I thought you were going to draw blood."

"Now that really pisses me off."

"Why?"

"The best sex of my life, and I slept through it."

"Told you you're an OLD MAN"

"Yeah, well don't tell anyone else."

"I wouldn't… cause I'd have to tell them where I was when you did it."

"Good point."

"Can we get up now?"

"Why?"

"Cause now I have to take a piss."

"Fucking young kid, can't hold your piss eh."

"Fuck you"

"No thanks, just did."

"Truce?"

"Truce."

We got up and headed for the wash house. Took a shower and returned to make breakfast and break camp. We enjoyed more playful banter as we worked and soon the Wing was loaded and ready to go.

It was a beautiful day as we pulled out on to Highway 101 and headed south. The sun was out and there was a mist rising from the forest. It was about 75 degrees [25°C] and we rode in shorts and shirts. Justin wrapped his arms around me as we motored down the highway. We stopped here and there to look at the view. Other tourists chatted with us and asked the usual questions. Another great thing about touring on a Wing is, people notice the bike, not the rider and passenger … good thing!

It was about noon when we rode through Newport Beach. During lunch we noticed a lot of people on the beach flying kites. These aren't the little things that neighborhood kids use. These are huge things with 200 lb. test line. We decided to give it a try and rented one from a local store. What a rush. The wind was blowing so hard now that full grown men are pulled along the beach leaving two deep skid marks where their feet are pulled through the sand. It was all we could do to handle the thing. Justin didn't have a chance. I had to hold onto his belt to keep him from being pulled off his feet.

An hour of that and we were beat. We returned the kite and headed south. If you have never traveled the Oregon coast, you'll never understand this area and why people love it so. If you have, you know what I mean. It's one of the greatest places on earth.

Evening found us near Port Oreford and we pulled into another State Park just south of there. Another great campfire meal and it was off to the beach to watch the sun set. Does the the sea boil when the sun touches the water? I don't know, but my blood was. We watched the sun go down and the sea mist started to roll in. Cool, but not cold tonight. Cool enough though that the warmth of the person beside you is welcome. We sat and talked for awhile and then walked back to the campsite and sat beside the fire and watched the glowing embers.

Tomorrow was to be our Jet Boat trip and we had to get up at six to be there on time. We went to bed, tired and happy. There would be no sex to night. Just the warmth of holding each other.

I awoke with the realization that my cock was wet, warm, and very HARD. Justin had it in his mouth, but he wasn't really sucking on it. He took his mouth off and moved up to me and greeted me with a light kiss.

"Morning"

"Morning."

"Nice way to wake up?"

"Yeah."

"Want me to finish the job?"

"Only if you want too."

"Okay."

"Turn around, lets do each other."

"Okay."

We were in a 69 in no time slurping away at each others dicks. Man I loved the taste of his teen cock. Somehow he figured out how to get my entire cock down his throat and was going to town. I was enjoying myself just licking and nibbling around his head with the occasional full swallow. My fingers found their way to his smooth boy hole and one slipped inside. Justin was starting to moan and groan and the reverberations from the sounds made my cock buzz. Meanwhile my finger had found that magic button. The more I stroked, the more he groaned. The more he groaned the more my dick buzzed. We were on the ladder again and headed for the top.

I felt his ass tighten on my finger and knew it was time. I gave him a taste of his own medicine and let a low groan reverberate though my throat onto his cock. Bingo. I was rewarded with spurt after spurt of fresh boy juice. Justin received his reward seconds later and he sucked my dick dry.

What a way to wake up!

We had to get up or we would be late for the Jet Boat ride. A quick shower and breakfast and we were on our way.

Chapter 5
Special Sauce on the Rogue

We pulled into the Marina, locked up the bike and headed over to the ticket booth. I had made reservations the day before by phone… good thing, they were turning away people already. They offer several different trips ranging from a few hours to an overnight affair. I had booked the full day deal which included lunch and a barbecue supper.

The workers handed out the life jackets and gave everyone a quick description of the day. A few do's and don'ts and we were off.

The first few miles are just a leisurely cruise away from the coastal area. At this point there is not much excitement and it tends to lull people into a false sense of serenity and disappointment. The boat has an inboard engine with a water jet drive. They told us that this was better than a propeller and at full speed the boat is just skimming the surface and only requires a few inches of water.

"Yeah, so what?" Justin said. "I've had more fun in a fucking bath tub."

I was sure he had, but I didn't think it was worth the effort to tell him what was ahead. "He'll find out." I thought to myself.

Sure enough, a few minutes later the engines revved up and the boat surged ahead. Now we were moving, probably the better part of 50 MPH [80 km/h].

"That's better, but I still don't see the big deal," Justin complained again.

We navigated a curve in the river and his eyes opened to the size of dinner plates.

"Holy FUCK!" escaped from his lips as we were into the first fast water.

There were boulders the size of a house all over the place and the water was a seething mass of white boiling water as it tumbled over and around the obstructions in it path. Our pilot expertly guided the craft around each, making sure he came just close enough to some of them to elicit screams from most of the passengers, including Justin!

Wave after wave broke over the bow and everyone was soaking wet but I don't think anyone really cared, or noticed. It just added to the excitement.

A few minutes later we were back in water somewhat more peaceful and the boat came alive with talk. "Man did you see that…," "I thought we were toast when…," and so it went. Then another bend in the river, more wild water, some calm, and then the big daddy of them all. Rides ad Disneyland are nothing compared to this!

Around noon the boat pulled into shore, and we were met by some other employees with towels and directions on where the washrooms were and where the picnic lunch was set up. They also told us there was to be enough time for anyone to explore the area.

Justin and I gobbled down our lunches and headed out to look around. A few hundred yards up river we found a secluded beach area and decided to take a quick dip. We hadn't brought our swim suites so in we went 'au naturel'.

"Shit," Justin said. There's something in the water!"

"What? Where?"

"Right here," as he reached out and grabbed my shrunken dick. "Oh, sorry. I thought it was a REALLY SMALL minnow."

"You little shit!" I reached out and grabbed his. "Yeah, well here's another!"

And the fight was on. We must have carried on for twenty minutes, pushing, dunking, splashing and grabbing. Finally we were both exhausted and pulled ourselves out of the river and onto the sandy beach, spread out our towels and sat down. The bright sun did its work and we were soon dry and our balls came out of hiding. Our dicks also transformed from minnows to whales. We were both sporting hard on's.

"Fuck, we can't go back like this," Justin said.

"I agree, I think we should get dressed first."

"That won't help."

"What would?"

"Well… want some seafood desert?" Justin said with a grin.

"Only if you have some seafood sauce," I responded.

"That's what you get when you suck on this."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Here, let me show you."

He leaned over and swallowed my 'seafood dick'.

"OH, MAN."

I moved around and we were soon in a 69.

We didn't have time for a real 'love making' session so this was going to be a quickie, and we both knew it.

I still don't know how he managed to get my cock all the way down his throat, but I wasn't complaining. His smaller teen cock was easy for me to swallow but I doubted I could handle anything much bigger.

We were really fucking each others face now and getting closer by the second.

I started to groan and could feel the reverberations from my throat doing a number Justin's cock as it slid in and out. That in turn got a groan from Justin and we were both on our way. His cock got bigger and harder and then one final thrust and he was pumping his teen juice straight into my stomach. Well, one good turn deserves another and I fed him my load of love juice.

As we separated, Justin said, "How's the seafood sauce?"

"Not bad," I said as I licked a bit of his sauce off my lips. "We should have seafood more often."

"Deal!"

The horn sounded and it was time to get back to the boat.

They took us a few more miles up river before it was time to turn around and head back. We thought we knew what to expect, having come up the river that morning… WRONG. Going up river the boat is fighting both gravity and the current. On the return the boat is going downhill and has the added speed of the water. WOW!

On our return the Salmon barbecue was set up and ready.

"Oh shit, more seafood," Justin smirked.

"Yeah, but how do we get that special sauce for it?" I asked.

"Easy, here I'll show you…"

"NOT HERE you'll get us both put in jail."

"So you don't want this?" he said as he reached over and handed me the bottle of sauce.

"You little shit, I'm going to get you for that one."

"Yeah, is that a promise or a threat?"

"BOTH!"

"Good, I'll be looking forward to it" he said with a grin.

"Holy shit," I thought to myself. What kind of manic have I created here. A few days ago he had never had sex with anyone and now he was a non stop sex machine! Ah, to be young.

As though he had been reading my thoughts, Justin turned to me with a deadly serious face and said, "Of course, if your to OLD to handle it, I could give you the night off!"

"I'm gonna get you for that one too."

"Promise."

"You can count on it."

"Good, I have been."

"Huh?"

"Counting. You owe me so many now you'll never get rid of me," he said with a giggle.

"I don't want to get rid of you."

"I know, but there's nothing wrong with a little insurance."

"Boy you just wait till tonight."

"Do I have to wait that long?"

"You may not have to, but I do."

"Okay, OLD MAN."

I didn't say a word. I know when I've been beaten.

Justin grinned and smothered his salmon with sauce and wolfed it down.

An hour later we were back at the campsite. We walked down to the beach and watched the sun set again. We talked about the boat ride, we talked about the trip so far, and we talked about where we would go tomorrow.

I suggested we should stay another day and spend the day on the beach. There was lots of time and catching a few rays sounded good to me.

We sat there for another hour and just listened to the pounding of the surf.

The cool evening sea air was moving in so we headed back to the campsite and started a fire. We sat around the fire talking and drinking some hot chocolate.

We turned in around 11:00 and just held each other for a while. There was no hurry. We both knew each other was there and that was more important than anything else.

While just enjoying being close I made up my mind I was going to do whatever was necessary to keep Justin with me forever. I would call my lawyer tomorrow and see what could be done. But for tonight…

"Justin."

"Yeah"

"We've done all kinds of things except one."

"What's that?"

"We've never just jacked each other off."

"Yeah, you're right. That might be fun. But I thought you wanted to do all that other stuff?"

"Justin, I like that 'other stuff', but what is most important is being with you, enjoying your company, and making each other happy."

"Can I make you happy?"

"No."

"What?"

"It's my turn, I owe you, remember?"

"I wasn't really counting."

"I know, but just in case you were…"

"Oooooooo," was all he said as I planted a big wet kiss on his lips and gently started to rub his cock.

Justin sprang to attention inside of thirty seconds. He was obviously enjoying himself. He laid back and just let it happen. I decided to try something different. Instead of stroking up and down and just gripped his cock and gently squeezed and released my grip. Over and over, over and over. It was different but it was having the desired effect. Justin was getting hotter by the second and the pre cum was starting to flow. His balls were drawing tight and it was just a matter of time and I was betting not much time.

His cock was growing harder and bigger and I knew he was on the edge. About three more squeezes… no, I stopped and took my hand away.

"What the…" Justin gasped.

"Not yet," I whispered in his ear.

I tweaked his nipples, as I kissed him hotly. His tongue shot into my mouth as he whimpered for more.

The danger was over and I returned to his teen cock. It was slick with pre cum as I started my squeeze play again. It was only minutes and he was writhing in pre orgasmic ecstasy. There would be no stopping this time. I increased the pressure of my grip with each squeeze. More pre cum oozed from his cock with each new squeeze. Justin was ready and I could not deny him his reward any longer.

I increased the pace of my actions and he came. The first shot hit him squarely on his forehead. The second and third and forth shots left trails from his chest to his youthful cock. A few more dribbled out the end and over my hand.

Justin laid there in post orgasmic glow. A cute smile on his lips as he pushed a few more drops of precious fluid from his spent cock.

I licked the cum from my hand. It was truly the taste of youth. I eagerly bent down and licked the rest of his load from his still heaving body and kissed him. Justin eagerly accepted the kiss and the gift of his own cum.

"That was FAN-TAS-TIC," Justin finally said. "I wouldn't have believed a hand job could be that good. I don't know if I'm good enough to do that for you."

"Justin, it's your love that counts, not how good it is. Anything you do with love is the best gift you can give me."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Then I choose this" as he handed me the tube of KY.

"Justin, I thought we were going to…"

He put his hand on my mouth as he raised his knees to his chest.

What could I say?

I fucked him long and slow. My gentle prodding of his prostate had created another erection for him and we were both well on our way. Justin had his eyes closed and his head was rolling from side to side. My breathing was becoming fast and shallow. Somehow he managed to get his hand down between us and he began to massage my aching balls. Oh God, I was on the edge.

Suddenly he said "STOP."

"What, did I hurt you?"

"No, I'm just not ready for this to be over."

"Oh."

"Now don't start thrusting again. I'm going to do it." With that, he began flexing his ass muscles.

Wow, he was doing to me with his ass the same thing I did to him with my hand. I couldn't believe it. With each squeeze he was bring us both closer to the final goal. His dick was flowing with pre cum, my balls were aching for their release. It would only be a few more seconds.

Justin started to cum as did I.

When it was over I pulled out and we laid down together.

"I want to do it again."

"Oh Jesus Justin, I can't. I'm done."

"No, no. I mean I want to sleep with you in me again."

"Well I guess I can handle that."

He rolled over with his back to me and I slipped my cock into his waiting boy hole.

"Oh yeah," was the last thing I heard.

Chapter 6
Jeff

"Morning Justin, did I have another great night?"

"Oh yeah!"

"Shit, that's worse than being told you snore. You never believe it and you don't really know how loud you were."

"Loud, really loud."

"I'm not talking about snoring."

"Neither was I. It's a wonder we weren't arrested."

"I won't be able to look the people next to us in the eye."

"You won't have to. They pulled out early this morning… course it was fun to hear them talking about the noise last night."

"Oh no."

"Relax, they don't know it's us in here. They thought you were in here with your wife."

"I don't know if that makes me feel better."

"You were loud the other way too."

"Huh."

"I don't know what was louder. When you snore or when you cum. I think they're about the same."

"Justin?"

"Yeah."

"Shut up."

Justin clamped his ass a few times on my cock.

"You can say that again."

He did!

We went for a shower and then sat around and talked while cooking up some eggs, bacon, and some pancakes. It was noon by the time were finished, cleaned up and we headed down to the beach for the afternoon.

We walked along the beach for a about a mile before we came to a rock out cropping which extended nearly 50 yards into the ocean and blocked our path. So we turned around and headed back. About half way back we found a neat spot where some driftwood had come in and created a secluded spot to stretch out and take some rays.

The logs hid us from view but gave us a perfect view of anyone approaching. We stripped down and rolled out our towels to lay on. We talked about anything and nothing. Commented on the shapes of the big fluffy clouds that drifted overhead and our adventures so far.

Justin's eye was healing nicely and was now open, although there was a large red spot on the white of his eye, and the bruising had turned a delicate shade of green. A few more days and most of it would be gone. His other bruises were also fading and he would soon be back to normal. He was enjoying himself, feeling free and loved for the first time in a long time. And he was safe.

We returned to the campsite around 5:00 to make supper and noticed the campsite next to ours was now occupied. Three "crotch rockets" were parked there and their owners, three young guys about 16 or 17 were busy setting up their camp.

"Hi," we said as we walked by.

"Going far?" "Where you coming from?" I asked as we walked closer to inspect their bikes.

One guy looked up and said, "yeah, we're from Portland. We're heading down to LA. Going to Disneyland."

"Been before," I asked?

"Nope."

"You'll like it."

We made some small talk but it was clear he was a bit uncomfortable talking to me so I excused ourselves and headed for our campsite.

"There's nobody there," the kid called out to me. "Most guys that have those Goldwing's get a bit annoyed if anybody pokes around them."

"It'll be okay. It's mine."

"Really?"

"Really"

Now the kid wanted to talk, in fact all three of them came over. Now we had something in common.

We talked to the three new arrivals as Justin and I set about making some supper. Since we had a fire going and our little gas stove and the kids seemed a little less than organized I suggested they should bring over what ever they had for supper and use our fire or stove. They readily agreed and soon there were several things on the go. Their can's stew and beans didn't quite measure up to our fare, but I could see from the looks in their eyes that their menu would soon be changing. They hadn't realized how easy it was to prepare great meals with nothing but a fire and few or no pots.

We talked into the evening and finally they went back to their camp, leaving just Justin and me.

"Nice kids," I said.

"Yeah," said Justin. "Did you notice?"

"What?"

"One of them kept checking me out."

"I don't blame him." I felt a sudden burst of anger. Jealousy? I tried to control it.

"Do you think they're gay" Justin asked?

"I don't think so. They talked a lot about their girl friends."

"Yeah, all but that one."

Justin was right.

The three guys next door had been in their tent for about an hour when we decided to call it a day. Tomorrow we would be heading into California and the Redwood area.

Justin and I were snuggling up to each other when an argument broke out next door. We didn't hear it all but it was clear it was two against one and someone would be sleeping outside tonight.

"Probably the beans that one guy ate," Justin giggled.

"Yeah, that would do it."

We didn't give it another thought and took up where we left off. About an hour later we were exhausted from another round of sex and fell asleep. The next thing we knew there was the sound of bikes leaving the campsite next door and then silence.

"What time is it" Justin croaked.

"About eight."

"I guess we should get up."

"Yeah."

On the way back from the showers we noticed there was still one bike in the campsite next door.

"Odd," I said. "I wonder what's up."

As I spoke the owner came walking into site with his sleeping bag over his shoulder.

"What's up Jeff," I asked.

He looked awful. His eyes were red and he was pale.

"You look like shit," I said.

He just looked at me.

"Where'd they go," I asked.

"To hell, I hope!," Jeff said as he walked away.

It was clear Jeff wanted to be alone.

Justin and I made some breakfast and asked Jeff to join us.

"Man, I'm fucked. Can you help me?"

"I donno. How?"

"I don't know what to do. Those guys have fucked off and left me. They've got the tent. My Mom will kill me if I travel by myself."

"Are you sure they left you?"

"Oh yeah!"

"Maybe it's a joke."

"It's no joke, they don't want me around."

"Does this have something to do with that argument we heard last night."

"Yeah."

"So, you going to tell me?"

I could see the conflict in Jeff's eyes. He wanted to talk about it but just couldn't get it out.

Justin broke in, "Look Jeff, it looks like your going to have to get help from somebody and you can trust Jim, believe me. I only met him a few days ago when he saved my life. He looked after me. You can trust him. He'll help you if he can."

"You mean you're not… ah, well… ah shit, I don't know what I mean."

"Come on Jeff, out with it."

"I'm not sure…"

"Jeff, why did they throw you out of the tent last night?"

"I kind of said something and they got really pissed."

"Okay, why did you sleep on the beach. I'm sure the grass by the fire would have been better."

"Yeah well it was, but something was bothering me."

"What?"

"I don't want to say."

"Why not?"

"Because you'll get mad too."

"I'm getting mad anyway."

"Okay, okay. Those guys kicked me out because they think I'm a queer and I couldn't sleep here because you two were driving me crazy with all the noise. OKAY!"

So there it was. Another life long friendship ended by homophobia.

"Jeff, do you want to ride with us today. We're heading south as well."

"I'd like that."

We finished breaking camp and loaded the bikes. It was nearly ten by the time we were out on Highway 101 and headed south. Two bikes, two lovers, and one very lonely Jeff. By evening we were in California in the Redwoods. Jeff was a little better and Justin and I had spent a wonderful day seeing the sights. We pulled into a State Park at the northern end of the Redwoods area for the night.

Jeff helped Justin set up camp while I went to the store for some stuff for supper and breakfast. They had done a good job of setting up and had a great fire going on my return. We talked and joked through dinner and into the evening. But as the evening grew later Jeff became more and more nervous. Finally I tackled it head on.

"Jeff, what's the problem."

"It's almost bed time."

"So?"

"I don't feel comfortable about sleeping in there." as he pointed at the tent.

"Nobody is forcing you to sleep there."

"Yeah, but I want to, its just…" his voice trailed off.

Justin jumped in, "Look Jeff, I don't know what your problem is, but what ever it is, it's cool with us. You already know that Jim and I are lovers. We're not going to ask you to do anything, and we're not going to force you to do anything. So what's the problem?"

"I guess there isn't any problem."

"Good, lets hit the sack."

Jeff crawled into his sleeping bag, and Justin and I into ours. Jeff politely said his good nights and rolled over away from us and was quiet. Justin and I held each other for awhile and then Justin whispered in my ear, "lets show him what love is all about."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, he needs it."

Justin shut me up by planting a very wet and noisy kiss on my lips. My hands found his hardening boyhood as his hands found mine. Something hit me on the head, and then again. I felt around and found the tube of KY at the end of Justin's' arm.

"You sure about this with Jeff there."

"Yeah, he's got to learn that sex and love are okay."

"Who made you the expert?"

"You!"

"Oh." Justin was one smart kid.

The sleeping bag came down and I greased Justin's his cock.

"Do me tonight," I said as I lifted my legs.

Justin grabbed the KY and gently put some on my love hole and began to position himself.

Jeff spoke, "Are you guys really going to do that?"

"Yes," Justin replied.

"Do you want me to leave," Jeff asked.

"Only if you want to," I replied.

"I don't really…"

"Then don't. You can watch if you want, or you can turn away. It's up to you. No one is going to force you to do anything."

I groaned slightly as I felt the head of Justin's cock slip into my love chute.

"Oh yeah Justin. You feel so good."

Justin started humping and soon found my magic button. We were on the road to paradise again.

We had been gently fucking for ten minutes when I heard Jeff's sleeping bag zipper and then some heavy breathing.

"Just couldn't ignore it, could you," Justin said.

"I can't believe it. You two are so hot and you make it seem so lovely. I've never done it with anybody and I just didn't think it was like this."

Justin spoke, "Yeah, me neither. Up until I met Jim I had never done it either. I thought sex was just sex. He showed me love."

"I can tell," Jeff said.

"Would you like to join us," I asked. "You can come over hear and we could suck you off, or you could fuck Justin," I offered.

"No way," Justin jumped in. "My ass is for you, and no one else."

"That's okay," Jeff offered. "But I sure wouldn't mind just being close to you guys," he said as he moved over and pressed his body against me.

Justin reached down and slowly started to jack him off.

Jeff gasped at first but was soon enjoying the attention. His hand felt around and landed on my exposed cock. Soon he was jacking away in time to the strokes he was receiving from Justin, and Justin brought his thrusts into time. The tree of us were headed for the big one. Jeff was starting to tremble with excitement and I could tell Justin was getting close. We were on the home stretch and the sprint to the finish had started.

I was the first to go, shooting thick ropes of cum onto my chest and stomach. My orgasm and accompanying muscle contractions in my ass sent Justin into never never land. I could feel each shot filling me with his love. Jeff shot off moments later with at least eight powerful blasts.

We were all enjoying the after glow and catching our breaths.

Jeff said, "Thanks guys. That was wonderful. Thanks."

Justin said, "that's no way to say thanks, this is how you do it," and planted a big wet kiss on my dry lips.

Jeff didn't know what to say. He just laid there and watched.

Justin said, "That's how you do it."

"I can't do that," Jeff said.

"Why not," asked Justin.

"Because it just seems weird," answered Jeff.

Justin leaned over and kissed Jeff gently on the lips. Jeff was startled at first but soon got involved. It was clear there was some serious tonsil tickling going on.

They broke apart and Jeff threw his arms around both Justin and me.

"You guys are so great. Thank you."

Jeff gave each of us a kiss and moved back to his side of the tent.

Justin broke in, "Stay over here. You'll enjoy sleeping close with us."

As Jeff was moving back toward us, Justin said it was his turn to sleep inside me. I rolled over on my side and he slipped into me.

"Yes, this is a great way to sleep." I thought to myself.

I could feel Jeff spooning in behind Justin and we were all soon asleep.

"Morning," Justin said. "Sleep well?"

"Better than you?"

"Huh?"

"I think you were up all night."

"Haw haw. At least I didn't hear you snore."

"Yeah but you must have cum at least three times last night." Jeff added.

"Remember those love bites I gave you the last time I slept in you," I asked.

"Yeah."

"So check my neck" I told Justin.

"Oh WOW."

"Oh yeah, wow."

"You guys are crazy," Jeff added.

"WE KNOW!" both Justin and I answered.

"I've got to go pee," I said.

"Old man."

"Not this again."

"Not what again," Jeff asked?

"Shut up Jeff!," Justin and I answered.

We all headed for the shower. It was going to be another great day.

Chapter 7
Friends In The Redwoods

The route follows the coast to Crescent City and then heads up into the hills when you get your first taste of the giant California Red Woods. These trees are simply magnificent. They're huge, and in many places the highway goes around individual trees. It's not uncommon for these things to be over 10 feet [3 m] thick at the base and a few hundred feet [100 m] tall. It creates a surreal feeling on the forest floor. In fact, it was in these Red Wood forests that the scooter scene was filmed in the last Star Wars movie. I could ride in these Red Wood forests all day, and we were going to.

Justin kept up a steady conversation of, "WOW, look at that one… FANTASTIC… I don't believe it." I'm sure Jeff was enjoying the sights as well, although there was no way we communicate with him.

Just south of Klamath, we made our first main stop at the 'Trees of Mystery' tourist attraction. The place has a huge, and I mean huge, animated statue of Paul Bunyan and his ox Blue.

We paid our admission and started on the self guided tour.

Part way through we were reading one of the information signs about a certain tree, which among other things indicated some of the trees have been dated as old as 2000 years.

"Wow," Justin said, "I guess 50 isn't that OLD, if you're a tree!," and then quickly backed away.

I made a futile attempt to catch him, but it was hopeless, especially since we were both nearly falling over ourselves with laughter.

Jeff just stood there with a blank look on his face.

"Private joke," Justin said.

"Oh," was all Jeff said as we moved on, still giggling.

"I don't get it," Jeff said when we returned to the parking lot.

"What," Justin asked?

"You two."

"What do you mean," I asked?

"You guys. I mean… you just get along so well, you say anything, and do anything. And you're so far apart in age… I mean, like you're old enough…"

I stopped Jeff, "not you too" and grabbed him in a playful arm lock pretending I was going to punch him.

Jeff froze with a look of fear on his face.

"Holy shit Jeff, lighten up," Justin said. "It's just all in fun."

Jeff looked up into my face and saw the smile there. "Fuck, my old man never jokes around. And the last time he grabbed me like you just did, he actually broke my arm."

"Oh FUCK," I said, "Aren't there any kids with a normal life anymore? No wonder this world is so fucked up."

Jeff looked at me for a second and he grabbed me in a giant bear hug. Nothing else needed to be said.

We rode, stopping here and there to take in the sights. By afternoon we were just south of Fortuna where the old highway, now renamed 'Avenue of the Giants' starts. We pulled off US 101 onto the old road. This side trip is well worth the time. The road winds through the Red Woods and follows the river. Several towns, which have seen better days when this was the main highway, are dotted along the way.

The road is like a tunnel through this area. Lined on either side by huge trees with their branches overhanging the road a hundred feet up. Stops of interest are everywhere. I've shot more than one roll of film in this area over the years.

By evening we were near the junction of US 101 and Highway 1 at Leggett and pulled into the State Park.

Justin and Jeff set up camp while I headed out to get some stuff to eat. They were good kids and set about the task without complaint. Jeff was learning fast and it was evident he was really starting to enjoy his trip.

On my return everything was set up and the fire was right for cooking over. Jeff wanted to do the steaks, so Justin and I sat back and watched.

Just as supper was ready, two bikes pulled through. It was them. Jeff's friends.

They took one look at us and pulled in.

Jeff just stood there looking very apprehensive.

"Hey Jeff," Chris said.

"Hi," Jeff returned, although not very enthusiastically.

Chris and Dave pulled off their helmets and walked over to Jeff.

"Jeff," Chris started, "We've been real ass holes… we're sorry."

"Yeah," Dave added. "We talked about it all day yesterday and realized you're still the same guy we grew up with. You helped us out of more than one jam and then we treat you like shit. We're really sorry."

Chris broke in, "You've never done anything to us, and we figured out you are who you are."

Dave added, "Yeah, so if you can forgive us, we would sure like you to join us. Man, we've been so worried. We thought we would never see you again. Please?"

Jeff thought for about half a second and walked up to each and offered his hand. Both refused and gave him a hug instead.

"I guess the world ain't that bad after all," Justin said.

I agreed.

"You guys want to join us for supper," I asked?

"You bet," was their joint reply as they eyed the steaks and other goodies sitting on the table.

We divided the stuff up and talked about the day, their lives, and how they finally figured out that friendship was more important than their fear of gays.

I invited them to pitch their tent with us but they declined. They indicated they needed some time to talk with Jeff so they found another campsite a few down from us and were gone.

"Do you think they'll be okay," Justin asked?

"I think so, they just needed some time to sort things out."

"How come I'm so lucky," Justin asked?

"What do you mean?

"Well, my first 15 years were hell, then I almost get killed, and then I meet you."

"I don't know. I guess it was just meant to be. I'm lucky too."

"Huh?"

"I found you."

"Yeah."

"Lets go to bed."

"Already?"

"Got something better to do?"

"No."

"Unless you can't get it up cause your too OLD."

"Careful."

"Or what?"

"Or I'll… just go to sleep on you."

"That'll be the day."

"You just don't know when to quit Justin."

"Yeah, and aren't you glad."

"Lets go to bed."

"Hey, that was my idea."

"Oh really, I don't remember."

"Shit, now your losing your memory. You must have 'OLD Timers' disease"

"No, I've got something else."

"What?"

"YOU!" I said as I grabbed him and walked toward the tent.

We slipped into bed and talked and held each other for awhile. It was early and no rush. We both enjoyed simply being close and together.

At some point I had rolled onto my back and had pulled Justin on top of me. I could feel his hard cock pushing against me and I'm sure he could feel mine. Slowly he started humping. Shivers traveled through me as he humped against me and stimulated my hard cock in the process.

"Oh yeah," I said. "That really feels good."

"MMMmmmmmm" was his only reply as he started to kiss me with the passion that only a 15 year old can produce.

It didn't take long for us both to be dripping pre cum and that only added to the pleasure. With this addition our cocks began to freely slide against each other and the passion would soon overtake us.

"You know this will be over soon," I said.

"I don't care. This is soooo good," was his reply.

We were both past the point of stopping, not that either of us wanted to. We just kept humping.

Justin let loose first. I could feel his teen juice pumping between us adding even more lube for my cock to slip and slide in. The added sensation sent me over the top. Soon we were drenched in cum and catching our breath.

"That was soooo rad," Justin hoarsely said.

"Yeah," I managed.

Justin moved off me and started licking our combined cum off my stomach. When he was finished he planted a big, very wet kiss on my lips and shared some of our spent love juice with me. Well one good turn deserves another and soon his stomach was as clean as mine and he was eagerly sucking my tongue.

"I love you so much," Justin whispered in my ear.

"I love you too" was my only reply. I don't think he heard me… he was asleep.

The next thing I knew the sun was filtering through the trees and there was the sound of other campers moving around. Justin was still sleeping so I decided to let him sleep and slipped out of the tent and headed for the showers. Jeff, Chris, and Dave were still in their tent when I went by so I continued on.

On my return from the shower, the three boys and Justin were in our campsite and preparations were under way to make breakfast.

"I hope you don't mind if we join you for breakfast," Jeff said.

"Not at all," I responded.

"We wanted to talk to you before we left and to thank you for looking after Jeff for us," Chris said.

"Oh yeah," Dave added. "We were real jerks treating Jeff like that. He's been our friend since grade 1. We talked most of the night about things. I think it was the first time we really talked about important things. It was Jeff who got us started and he said it was you that taught him how important it was to be open and honest. We all know where we stand now and we're all together on this. Jeff is our friend, and always has been. We'll defend his right to be different, and God help anybody who ever tries to hurt him for it."

We ate our breakfast as friends and Jeff, Dave, & Chris were soon gone. They had their road to follow and Justin and I had ours.

"Do you think we'll see them again," Justin asked?

"You never know, there's a lot of country between here and Disneyland," I replied. "But they'll be fine."

Justin and I cleaned up, loaded the Wing, and we were off.

A few miles south we turned onto Highway 1 and headed back to the coast. This is a very narrow, winding piece of road. I think it was the original highway. I knew the road well and told Justin about it, including the accident I'd had on it years before on another motorcycle trip. I was lucky, just a lot of road rash, but I knew others had been killed on it from driving far too aggressively. I guess I am OLD, I almost drive the speed limit now.

I pointed out the curve where I crashed. I had been following this dam Motor Home for miles and when there was a spot I could see far enough ahead, I pulled out and passed. The problem was the Motor Home was hiding the sign to slow to 10 MPH [15 km/h], and I went into the curve at over 50 MPH [80 km/h]. The muffler was dragging, the foot peg was dragging, the center stand was dragging creating a shower of sparks. I fucking near made it too. Unfortunately one of those raised reflectors they put on the center line caught the frame of the bike and lifted me just enough to lose traction. I was sliding sideways into the rock face and there was nothing I could do about it. I came to a stop about fifty yards down the highway. I was a mess, but nothing broken and no major injuries. The bike was banged up but it still ran… but the handle bars were a bit bent. I was able to ride away!

Justin held on a little tighter.

"Hey man, not to worry. I don't drive like that any more."

"I know," he said. "I just realized you were almost killed and I would never have met you."

"Oh, then you don't want me to tell you about my OTHER accidents."

"NO FUCKING WAY!"

"Well there was this other time when I…," I giggled.

"You're an ass hole," Justin said as he slapped me.

"Yeah, and you love to get into it, don't you?"

All I could hear was his giggle through the intercom as he hugged me.

We had lunch at Fort Bragg and decided to explore the area and spend the night there. So we pulled into the State Park and set up camp. Our 'exploring' ended up being a careful inspection of each other.

We ended up in the tent instead.

"Please fuck me," Justin said as he handed me the KY.

"My pleasure," I responded.

Justin raised his legs to his chest.

"I'm going to do something different this time," he said.

"What?"

"After you get in me, I want you to just hold still. I'm going to see if I can make you come by just squeezing my ass muscles around your cock."

"Sounds good. I just hope I can keep from loosing control and humping."

"Well, just try. And one more thing."

"What?"

"Let me know when you're going to cum. I want to watch you. We've never really done this in daylight before."

"Okay," I said.

By now both his ass and my cock were greased up and ready to go. I gently slipped into his waiting hole and a low moan slipped from his lips.

"OH Yeah," he said. "I just love it when you slide in."

He clamped his ass around my love pole.

"Oh shit," I said as he released and clamped again, and again, and again.

I adjusted my position so I would stimulate his 'button' and the response was immediate. I couldn't see why we both shouldn't be enjoying this. There was no argument from Justin either.

A few more minutes and we were both riding the crest. We were both ready. Justin's cock was getting harder with each of his squeezes and the pre cum was flowing like crazy.

"Now Justin, now," I blurted out as I rammed my hot pole as far as I could into his sucking hole.

Justin opened his eyes and watched my face as I unloaded my love into him. I grabbed his throbbing teen cock with my hand and gave it a few strokes. Justin shot immediately. The convulsions in his ass completely milked my cock dry. Justin was covered in his own cum from his face to his groin.

I leaned forward and licked a few strands of cum from his face and chin.

"I do love seafood sauce." I said.

"But where's the fish," Justin asked?

"In your ass," I said and wiggled my cock a bit.

"Dam things still alive," he said as he clamped down again.

"Not for long, I think you've killed it."

"Hope not, I was hoping for desert later"

"Seafood for desert?"

"No, but I hear seafood sauce is good on other things."

"Oh, like what?"

"Like… YOU," he said as he scooped some of his cum off his chest and onto my lips.

"MMMMMMmmmmmm, good stuff."

"Glad you like it."

"Is there more where that came from," I asked?

"Yeah, but you'll have to wait awhile."

"Now who's the OLD man.?"

Giggle

Chapter 8
It's Them!

Justin finally broke the spell, "I'm hungry."

"What, again? We just ate lunch." I looked at my watch, "Shit, it's 5:30! I guess time flies when your having fun."

"Or making love," Justin added.

We slowly got up, pulled on some clothes, and made our way out of the tent.

"Justin, I think I need a shower. Why don't you get a fire going and I'll be back in fifteen minutes to put on those stakes."

"Okay"

I could hear the sound of firewood being attacked with the axe as I headed for the shower. "Man, what a kid," I thought to myself as I walked toward the showers.

Fifteen minutes later I came back to the campsite. The fire was going, but Justin was no where to be seen. "Probably gone to the can," I thought to myself as I got the stuff out to start supper. Steaks, potatoes, some fresh ears of corn. "Yup, just another meal on the road," I thought to myself as I went about getting things ready.

Another fifteen minutes, then thirty, still no Justin. Where the hell is that kid?

An hour later I was starting to get really worried. Did he run off? Why? Is he in trouble? The more I thought my worried feelings became frantic. And I was getting mad. I checked the tent. The new clothes were still there. Okay, he must be around somewhere.

Just then Justin came running down the road. Not jogging, but running full tilt and he was carrying a small pack sack. Holy shit, did he rip that off! What is going on?

He ran right past me. He had a look of absolute terror in his eyes. Justin opened the tent, jumped in and closed the door. All I could hear was his heaving breathing.

I walked over to the tent and called to him. "Justin, what going on? Where were you and why were you running like that?

"Its them," was his reply.

"What?"

"Its them," he said again.

I opened the tent door and climbed. Justin was near hysterical.

"Close the door, its them!"

"Justin, calm down and tell me slowly. What do you mean?"

"Its them. The guys that beat me up. They're here in the campground about ten camp sites down."

"Holy shit, are you sure?"

"Yeah, its them. After you went for your shower I got the fire going and decided to take a look around. That's when I saw their Van. I fucking near shit. I looked around for them but they must be down at the beach or something. Then I saw my pack sack in with a bunch of other stuff they had on the ground so I took it. As I was leaving I saw them coming back from the beach so I took off. I don't think they saw me."

"So, what do you want to do," I asked. "Should we call the police?"

"No! I don't want anything to do with them, or the police."

"Okay, but we can't hide in the tent."

"I can," he said. "I saw something else."

"What?"

"There was a lot more stuff around than when I was in their Van. More packs, stereos, and a couple of computers."

"What, they had all that stuff just laying around?"

"No, most of it was in the Van, but I looked in the window."

"Sounds to me like they've been ripping off a bunch of stuff."

"Yeah, and that's not all," Justin added. "There's another kid sleeping in the back of the Van."

That did it for me. It was one thing to let these jerks off for beating up Justin, but I wasn't going to let it happen to another kid.

"Okay, you stay here. I'm going to the park ranger and tell them they should check out those guys. With any luck, some of that stuff has been reported stolen and they'll get busted for that."

I went down to the Ranger station and told them they should check out the Van, and why. Of course they weren't too eager to do anything because based on what I had told them, they didn't have 'probable cause'. I decided to sweeten the pot a bit and told the Ranger I was sure it was the same Van I had seen two guys get into a few days ago in Washington after beating the hell out of some poor guy. I told them I thought the guy had been taken to a hospital. Well it was close enough to the truth.

Reluctantly the Rangers decided to call the California Highway Patrol and let them check it out. I couldn't really blame them.

About half an hour later a State Trooper arrived and I repeated the story. Fortunately for me they couldn't check my story to closely since they didn't have a direct link with the Washington State Police, but they said they had a report of a Van with a similar description that may have been involved in a Computer Store theft earlier that day. They thanked me for the report and told me they would look after it and I should go back to my campsite.

When I returned to the campsite, Justin was still in the tent and the steaks were now a delicate shade of black. Fuck, I had forgotten all about them. Oh well, I guess its canned beef stew for tonight. Then all hell broke loose and I knew something was going on at the Van.

There was a lot of noise coming from that direction and it sounded like a fight. I told Justin I was going to go and take a look and he should stay under cover. No argument from him.

When I arrived at the Van, the State Trooper and a Ranger were involved in a full fledged fist fight with the two punks, and it didn't look like the Trooper and Ranger were doing to well. The closest thing I could find was a garbage can so I grabbed the lid and headed into the fight.

The closest punk had the Ranger against the Van and was choking the shit out of him. I walked up behind him and whacked him over the head with the garbage can lid. Man what a sound. The punk was still standing so I hit him again… harder. His legs went out from under him and he was laying on the ground bleeding from a head wound. The Ranger was still gasping for air but appeared to be okay.

By the time I got to the other punk he had knocked the Trooper down and turned to face me. He had pulled a knife out of his pocket and I had no doubt he was going to use it. He lunged at me but I raised the garbage can lid for a shield just in time. The knife imbedded itself in the lid, going right through and cutting my arm. I didn't feel any pain, but I could feel the blade slice into the flesh. It's a good thing that knife was wedged into that lid because I'm sure I wouldn't be so lucky on the next thrust. That's when I heard it, BANG! The punk fell to the ground without a sound. The Highway Patrolman had shot him.

Half the campsite was there by now, including Justin. One of the punks was dead from gun shot and the other was rolling on the ground bleeding from his head wound. It was over. I could hear other patrol cars arriving and soon the place was swarming with cops. No one, however, was ready for what they found in the Van.

There was enough stolen stuff in that Van to start a second hand store, and a body. The 'sleeping kid' was dead. The immediate indications were that he had been raped and beaten to death, and not necessarily in that order. Justin was lucky.

It was midnight before all the questions and forms were filled out. And there was a quick trip to the hospital for ten stitches for the slice in my arm. Yup, traveling can be an adventure!

Somehow, Justin and I never did get supper. We were just glad to be alive and together as we crawled into the tent. Although the pain killers they gave me at the hospital were working, somehow the throbbing in my arm wouldn't go away.

Justin snuggled up to me and asked how I was. I told him I would be okay but my arm hurt like hell. He said he knew how to fix it and without another word moved down in the sleeping bag and took my flaccid cock in his mouth and started to suck. Regardless of the distraction of my arm I could feel the blood starting to surge and soon I was as hard as he was. I played with the hair on the back of his head as he moved up and down my shaft. God this kid was great. He knew how to get your attention!

After a few minutes of his sucking and licking I felt his tongue working hits way down to my ass. I was going crazy. As I spread my legs further I felt his tongue pushing its way in my hole. "Yah Justin, fuck me. That feels soooo good."

"Naw," he said as he came up for air. "This is for you. For taking care of those bastards. You could have been killed. Please promise me you'll never do anything like that again. I don't want to lose you."

"Justin, if you really want to thank me, fuck me. I want to feel you in me."

"You sure."

"Yeah."

"Okay, tell me what to do."

"You'll know. Here, put some of this KY in my hole and some on your cock."

Justin grabbed the tube and squeezed out some onto his fingers and started to work it in. Then a little more onto his cock.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yeah," I responded as I lifted my legs up. He moved into position and started to push his cock into my waiting hole. After a few jabs I felt it start to enter. There was a slight pain as it slipped in but it quickly passed and was replaced with the most incredible sensation.

"Oh yeah," I moaned as he slid all the way in.

"Oh wow," he said as he felt my hot ass surround his teenage cock. "This is so neat."

Slowly he began to thrust. Slow, long, even strokes. If I thought I was in heaven when I fucked him that morning, this was beyond words. I pulled him down and kissed him long and hard while he continued to thrust. My cock was harder and bigger than I had ever known it.

Justin moved to a few positions and then it happened. His thrusting cock found that magic spot and wave after wave of pleasure shot through me with every stroke. I couldn't believe it. I wanted this to go on forever.

Justin was developing a sweat as he kept pounding into my ass. Stroke after stroke the pleasure continued to build. Justin just kept looking at me, a silly grin on his face. He knew the pleasure he was giving me and he was giving me his all. It was like he was saying "Thank you for saving me. Thank you for my life. Thank you for being there. Here is my love for you."

The pleasure was too much. The emotion was overwhelming. Tears of joy were pouring down my face. "I love you." seemed inadequate, but it was all I could say. It was all I needed to say. The bond had been forged. We were in love and we were lovers. I knew we would not be separated, ever.

I could feel the impending orgasm building and I sensed Justin was near too. I didn't have to tell him nor did he tell me, we both knew. My cock stiffened even more causing my ass to grip his thrusting cock. I felt his cock start to twitch and with a final thrust buried it deep. We came together. His cum flooding my bowels, my cum blasting between us. It was over.

Justin collapsed on me, worn out by the activity, his cock still buried in my man hole. Spent, we stayed like that for an hour. Kissing and just holding each other. Slowly his cock deflated and slipped out. I felt empty inside but I had him to hold onto. I lowered my legs and we fell asleep. Justin was safe, and I had Justin.

Chapter 9

"Huh… Wha… , OH Fuck, Justin, wake up … WAKE UP!"

"NO… PLEASE DON'T … NOT AGAIN!"

"JUSTIN," this time I shook him harder, "Justin, wake up! You're having a bad dream."

"NO… PLEASE… DON't…" his voice trailed off and he opened his eyes.

Justin's body was soaked with sweat. He was pale, and his chest was heaving like he couldn't catch his breath.

"Justin, it's okay. You were having a bad dream! Its okay, I'm here with you and your safe."

Justin looked blankly at me for a few moments and then it happened. His eyes clouded over and the tears poured down his face. His body shook with each sob as he fell back on the ground and cried. He looked so helpless and suddenly years younger than his 15 years. There was not doubt he was having a bad time, but I didn't know why… for sure.

I saw flashlights moving outside the tent and a voice spoke. "This is the Park Ranger. Is everything all right here. Open up."

I opened the tent door and was nearly blinded by the lights.

"Oh, its you," the Ranger said.

"Yeah, Justin is having a bad dream. Sorry about the noise."

"I'm not surprised," the Ranger said. "Seeing someone get shot and their father nearly killed with a knife is good cause for a bad dream. Is everything okay now?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Okay," the Ranger said. "By the way," he added, "The Highway Patrol Officer left me a phone number you could call if you need to. It's some kind of counseling service. He figured there might be some problems."

"Hey thanks, I'll call if we need it. Right now I've got to get Justin settled down and talk to him a bit."

"Okay, but you call if you need help."

"Thanks."

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

I hadn't thought about the fight and the shooting as a real cause of the problem and I didn't really think it was… but I would have to find out.

Justin was still very upset but had regained most of his senses. There was not putting this off. Now was the time to talk about whatever it was.

"Justin, can you talk about it?"

"I dunno. I really don't feel very good, and I'm scared. I just don't know…"

"Justin, we've been through a lot together, and I know you've been through more. But if we don't get this out and deal with it, you'll have those demons for a long time. Is it the fight and the shooting?"

"Yeah, no … well kind of… fuck I don't know man, I'm all fucked up."

"That's okay. Take your time. It doesn't have to make sense. A little here and a little there and we'll put the pieces together."

"Yeah, I guess…"

"So where do we start… Well, lets start with the fight. You said something about it bothered you."

"Yeah, well, I ain't never seen someone get killed before, but I don't really think that's it because that guy was going to kill you and tried to kill me."

"Well it's not nice for anyone to be killed, even your worst enemy."

"Yeah, I didn't like seeing that, but… YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED, then where would I have been. Man, I love you so much, you make me want to live but I couldn't live without you."

Justin threw his arms around be and his body heaved as the tears flowed. We just held for minutes. I had an uneasy feeling that there was more.

"So Justin, is that it, or is there more? I think there's more.

"Well, I don't know, I know I love you and I don't want to see you hurt, but yeah, I feel something else… fuck I DON'T KNOW!"

"Take your time. Think it through. What's there that is really making you feel so bad? Exactly what were you dreaming when you woke up?"

"I forget."

"Bullshit! I can see it on your face. You promised to tell me the truth about everything. That was our deal. Give."

Justin was taken aback by my attack, but he started to talk.

"Well, I was dreaming about those guys when they attacked me and you saved me. Except I was watching it. It was like I was outside my body and was watching those guys kicking and punching me while they tore off my clothes."

"Okay, now we're getting somewhere. Then what happened?"

"Well, I kept walking closer. Like I knew I should do something but I was scared. I just kept getting closer and watching."

"That's good, you're getting it out. But don't blame yourself. You were the victim. You were being beaten. There was nothing you could do."

"Yes there was and I didn't."

"What. What could you have done."

"Well as I got closer I realized it wasn't me on the ground. It was that kid in the VAN and they were killing him. Oh fuck, its my fault. If I had let you call the police that kid would still be alive… I KILLED HIM, IT'S MY FAULT."

Justin was a ball of emotions. His body was heaving with gut wrenching sobs. He was blaming himself for that kid's death. I hadn't thought about it, but he was right about doing something, but the fault wasn't his… it was mine! I was older and should have known better. It was my fault that kid was dead and it was my fault Justin was now taking the blame. I was starting to lose it too.

Justin looked up and noticed the tears on my face as I hung my head. He didn't understand. Shit I didn't understand, but I had to help Justin, but I couldn't… not then.

"Dad, what?"

The word broke through the mist in my head, "DAD," I didn't have time to wallow in my problems. Justin needed me.

"Son, it isn't your fault. It's mine."

"What?"

"I was the one that went along with you and didn't call the police. You had no idea that they would actually kill someone. You can't blame yourself. If you want to blame someone, blame me."

"Oh nooooo…" was all he said as he threw his arms around me and I grabbed him.

We just held and cried for hours.

At some point we must have dozed off because soon the sun was up and there were the sounds of campers moving around. I don't think either of us slept very well, but that was no surprise. We climbed out of the tent and just sat around at the table. Neither of us had any energy or inclination to start breakfast. We just sat quietly.

A while later the Ranger stopped as he drove by. "You guys okay," he asked.

"Yeah, I guess. We had a rough night and didn't sleep much."

"Figured as much. Had any coffee or breakfast yet?"

"No, we've just been sitting here. I guess we're just too tired and exhausted to do anything."

"Come on, hop in the truck. I'll buy."

"Huh?"

"I said I'll buy."

"Why?"

"Well in case you've forgotten, you saved my life last night. At least let me buy you a coffee."

"We're not going to be much company."

"That's okay. I'm still a little shook up myself."

"Yeah, why not. Come on Justin, lets go have coffee, MILK for you though."

Justin managed a weak smile as we walked to the truck.

A few minutes later we were at the administration building and headed inside to the coffee room. The Ranger entered ahead of us and as we came through the door he announced in a very loud voice, "HERE THEY ARE" and the room came alive with the applause of at least twenty people! Justin and I just stood there looking stupid.

Two uniformed senior officers approach with their hands out. One a Park Ranger, the other a Highway Patrolman. "Congratulations," they offered, "do you have any idea what you've done?"

"No," was all I could manage.

"Those two punks are wanted in at least five states for robbery and murder. You're a hero… and there's a very substantial reward."

Justin found his voice, "fuck the reward, that kid is dead."

"Yes," said the Officer, "and thanks to you there won't be any more. As far as we know they've killed at least three others."

Justin was crying again and trying to hide. A man in a suit came over and introduced himself as Dr. Field and asked Justin to join him in the next room. I told Justin I would come too but the Doctor said it would be okay and led Justin away.

The Officer said, "the Ranger told me that the boy was having a bad time so I brought Dr. Field with me. He works for the Highway Patrol and deals with officers and their families when they're under stress.

"Thanks," I offered. "Justin is under a lot of stress. He thinks it's his fault."

"Not to worry, he's really good."

"So, on behalf of the State of California and the Highway Patrol, I would like to thank you and congratulate you on saving one of our men and stopping those punks. We also have a few things for you."

The short and the long of it all was they were going to make me a hero and had a bunch of awards for me. I accepted them, but didn't have much to say. I was worried about Justin.

A few hours later Dr. Field came out of the office and called me aside. He told me that Justin had finally told him everything and that he thought Justin would be okay. Justin would just need a whole lot of love and understanding but he would pull though. He also told me that anything Justin had told him would stop there and not to worry about anything.

The Ranger came up to me at one point and said we could stay at the Park as long as we liked and that he was giving us a special pass for all California Parks for the balance of the year. "Not much," he added, "but it's all they had to give." I thanked him and Justin and I returned to our campsite.

Both Justin and I just hung around the campsite all day, not doing much of anything. We were tired and drained. Justin was doing better, but just wasn't himself. Neither was I for that matter.

Late in the afternoon, Justin sat down beside me and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks"

"Huh?"

"Thanks"

"No, thank you."

"No. thank YOU!"

"No no, THANK YOU!"

"I'm hungry!" Justin was feeling better.

We didn't have any food to cook so decided to go down to the local eatery and try some of the local fare. It was more of a greasy spoon hamburger joint, but what the hell. The food wasn't that bad and Justin was getting the giggles looking at something on the menu.

"What," I said.

"Check this out," as he pointed to an item.

"Hmmm, Fish Burger, complete with fries and special seafood sauce."

Justin was nearly on the floor laughing and the locals were wondering what kind of idiot tourists had come to town this time.

As we were leaving Justin ordered a 'Fish Burger' to go. On our way out the door he said he wanted to try it with a real special sauce. Justin was definitely feeling better!

By the time we got back to camp the 'Fish Burger' was gone. "Hey Justin, I thought you wanted to try that with special sauce."

"Well I decided I'd rather have whale meat with that sauce."

We could hardly walk by the time we got to the tent. Something in my pants was causing a great amount of pain with every step. Inside the tent, clothes went everywhere. The next thing I knew I was being attacked by a shark on a feeding frenzy. Wow, this was the same kid that was losing it 12 hours earlier. I guess the Doctor knew what he was talking about.

I started to laugh.

"What," Justin asked?

"Oh, just thinking about that Doctor"

"Okay, what."

"So what did he tell you to do? Take two and call him in the morning? I was almost out of control at this point.

"No"

"What?"

"He said take THREE!"

Now we were both hopelessly out of control.

Laughter is a special medicine, it washes away the pain and so it was with us. We must have laughed for an hour until our guts hurt. Then it became a contest to see who could keep a straight face the longest. It was a short contest!

We sat staring at each other. Justin looked so beautiful. Only a slight shadow remained of his black eye, his face had the angular look that only a teenager has for such a short time, his face still needed to grow into his nose, and his eyes… oh those eyes. Quick and alert, dark pools I wanted to drown in. I pulled him close.

"Justin, I love you. I want you to live with me forever. Please say you will."

Justin answered with a single word, "Dad," as he tilted his head and kissed me.

We kissed and touched. We held each other as our hands gently explored the other. We laid next to each other, face to face, our legs intertwined, our rock hard cocks moving slowly against each other. Our breath becoming short and fast. We would have crawled inside each others skins to get closer if there had been a way.

"Justin, please fuck me."

Justin found the KY and gently greased my ass while I greased his throbbing teen cock. I raised my legs and he slipped in. We just laid there enjoying each other. Enjoying being together and enjoying the sensations. I slowly started to squeeze and release his cock with my ass muscles. Justin groaned slightly but fought the urge to hump. This was too good to hurry. He was kissing me madly and taking nibbles on my neck. He would not last much longer and neither would I. My cock was dripping pre cum. Justin scooped some up and licked his finger and then offered me some. I could feel his cock getting harder and bigger. Mine felt ready to explode. One more squeeze and we joined in a mutual orgasm of love.

I lowered my legs and wrapped them around behind his. Justin relaxed on my chest and nuzzled into my neck as I pulled the sleeping bag over us.

The demons were gone.

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