Sex and canoes

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but not quite at the same time. Sort of harkening back to my most prolific challenge *g*. 999 words.


Peace and Quiet
by JennyB.


“Ray, I’m not certain that taking the canoe out by yourself is a wise idea.”

“Look, Benny, I’m all prepared. I’ve got my life vest, sunscreen, bug repellant and a bottle of water. The paddles are in the canoe. I know how to swim and in spite of the fact that you seem to think I was deprived of the great outdoors as a child, I did canoe once or twice at summer camp. I just want to go out and enjoy the sun and the quiet and I want to do it alone. Is that so much to ask?”

“No, I suppose not. Just be careful.”

“I promise, Benny. And if I get in to trouble, you know I can yell loud enough for you to hear me. Besides, I figure you’d probably like to get rid of me for an hour or so and get some of your own peace and quiet.”

I turn my back on his dad's cabin and head for the lake, not letting him answer, get into the canoe with all my stuff and push off. As soon as I’m a safe distance from shore, I start thinking about Benny. Kissing me, touching me, fucking me.

It gets really difficult not to touch myself while I think about all this stuff. I stop paddling and put my right hand into the cool lake water. Then I take my cold hand and squeeze my raging hard-on. Even though the cold is a shock, I lift my hips into it just a little.

Shit! Okay, bad idea.

I sit back down on the seat and let the canoe stop rocking before I try to get it going again. The thought of plunging into the frigid water is enough to back me down a tad and get me to the other side of the lake without another ‘I’m too horny for this’ moment.

Finally I get the canoe tied to a tree so it won’t go anywhere and I walk up the bank to a flat spot in the sun. I toss down the blanket that I brought and then strip down to nothing.

It’s been so long since I’ve had the privacy to touch myself like this that the second my hand touches my dick, I groan. “Benny.”

It kinda makes my heart hurt to do this, but I just have to or I’m gonna do something I regret when I’m around him. I let my mind go again, let it imagine all the things I want to do with him.

In my mind I’m splitting logs and when I put my ax down to take a break, Fraser comes up and puts a hand on my shoulder. When I turn to him, he plants a big, wet one on my mouth and I get busy. I imagine that he tastes like tea and pemmican, which in Benny’s mouth doesn’t taste bad at all.

“Ohhhh,” I moan when he palms the front of my jeans and starts rubbing the heel of his hand against the bulge he finds there.

Then all of a sudden my mind moves us to the kitchen in the cabin where I’m standing at the stove cooking dinner. He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. He palms my dick again, but only for a moment this time. It’s just a preamble to opening my pants up and pulling it out and stroking slowly and deliberately like he does everything else.

Finally my brain goes where I really want it. In bed. Benny’s plastered against my back, buried balls deep in my ass, thrusting for all he’s worth, taking from me, taking pleasure from me. I feel him twitch and jerk and his hand on me falters because he’s coming, growling something obscene in my ear, biting my shoulder.

“God, Benny, don’t leave me hanging, you gotta finish me off.”

“Ray.”

“Come on, Benny, I need you. Please.”

Suddenly there’s a warm body at my right side and I feel a second hand over mine on my cock and my eyes fly open and it’s Benny there, looking all intent and focused at me.

“I need you, too, Ray.”

Before I can do or say anything, Benny’s tongue is in my mouth and his hand is moving furiously on my cock. He’s also humping against my hip, which is when I figure out that he’s naked, too. Then I’m gone, my brain on overload, my body, too. I come all over my own belly and Benny’s hand, a ragged cry lost in Benny’s mouth.

I hold him while he makes love to me and I’m glad I came first because I can watch him lose himself like I dreamed about. When he comes, he’s just as beautiful as I imagined.

When we’re able to talk again, I’m holding Benny, his head resting in the hollow of my shoulder. “How did you find me, Fraser?”

“I hiked around the edge of the lake. I was concerned that something might happen to you out in the canoe. I heard you call my name.”

“You were watching the whole time?” I’m too happy right now to freak out about it, so it comes out all mellow against the top of his head.

He nods and says, “You’re beautiful.” I shake my head and I’m sure I’m blushing, but he ignores it. “Let’s get back to the cabin, Ray. As much fun as this was, I think it would be infinitely more comfortable in a bed.”

I can’t resist the opportunity to tease him and make things feel a little more normal again. “You getting soft on me, Benny?”

He just gets a sly smile on his face and answers “No,” while he takes my hand and puts it over his renewing erection. “But I can wait. I’ve been waiting for a very long time.”

I give him a kiss that tastes like a promise. “Me, too, Benny. Me, too.”