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I grew up on the river. My Dad operates a business catering to the river
crowd. Kayaks, canoes, rafts, tubes, we rent and sell it all. Our big money
maker however, is the overnight guided trips on the big rafts, where we did
everything for them. It is still my favorite type of work, and the tips on
the last day are always huge.

The experience that I will never forget was at the end of my last summer
before leaving for college. I needed to raise some serious money, so I
arranged with Dad to guide all the overnight trips. They were mostly for
rich business guys, sometimes for family vacations for the well to do, and
sometimes for a group of friends, out for some adventure and sport without
the wives and kids. Those were the most rowdy and raunchy trips, and the
tips were the best, I think to keep it all quiet.

Working on the river all summer had graced me with a pretty great body, if I
do say so myself. I love those Speedo swimsuits, but I always wear shorts
over them, modesty to be preserved. By the first few weeks of summer, I was
already bronzed skin and tight muscles. I think my looks also helped with
the great tips, especially from the rich women.

Being a healthy young man, I felt lots of attractions to the younger women
on the trips, but I always kept good boundaries. It seemed to be an everyday
event to hide an erection from view. The outer shorts were a great help at
times like these. My typical routine was to jerk off once a day, typically
in the shower or in my bed at night, but sometimes I'd sneak in an extra
pull when the need arose. Although none of my friends ever talked about it,
I was pretty sure I was a typical teenager.

My last trip of the summer was scheduled with two guys who booked the trip a
year before. They paid extra to be alone, which was not too uncommon We took
off by mid-morning, after reviewing all the safety rules. The boat had been
fully loaded, everything in it's place. I took the oars for most of the
trip, especially in the rapids. The guys sat in the front of the boat, lower
than my seat. I really admire the feminine form, but I had to admit that for
a pair of 36 year old guys, they were in good shape. We had barely left
visual distance from the takeout point, when they each stripped down to
their skimpy Speedos. They lathered themselves with sun screen, and reclined
on the tubes with sun glasses. I sat above them, with a bird's eye view of
them and the river.

By mid morning, I pulled over into some shade, and walked back into some
brush to relieve my bladder. I heard Greg before I saw him move in behind
me, then to my left.

"Man, this is the life!" Greg said. "I really appreciate all your work to
get us ready, but I thought you'd never stop for a pee break."

"Anytime you need to stop, just say so. Unless we're in a rapid, I'll be
happy to pull over. It's also `ok' to pee from the raft" I added.

"Hey, that sounds like fun." I could feel his eyes on me as I finished
peeing. "Why the shorts over your suit? No need to be modest."

"Thanks" I said "I never now who the prudes are on a trip." I peeled off the
outer shorts and stuffed my slightly bloated cock back inside the tight
Speedo.

I turned and got a bird's eye view of Jeremy taking a hands-free piss. His
Speedo was pushed below his balls, giving them an exaggerated prominence. I
had to avert my eyes before I got caught checking him out. I waded out to my
waist in the cool river to cool down my body and shrink my needy cock. I
splashed water over my upper body before getting back into the saddle.

The next several hours were simply the best. It was at times like these that
I remember why I love being on the river. Warm sun overhead, cool water
below, hawks floating on the thermals of the cliffs, a good body, strong and
able. Life just couldn't get any better than this.

I got to know the guys better over a quiet lunch on a sandy beach. The
traffic on the river was fairly quiet, being a work day near the end of the
season. I new my place as the hired help, I tried not to talk too much,
just listen, but Greg and Jeremy kept bringing me into the conversation.
They seemed truly interested in my plans, my attitudes, and my experiences.
It wasn't too long before the conversation entered the topic of sex. I've
been around the block a few times, talked with my friends, but this was a
first time to talk with older guys.

Somewhere on the first day, I lost my usual reservations and boundaries
between guest and staff, even the barrier of older and younger. It was as if
I were on the trip just for fun. The guys even helped with setting up the
tents, cooking and cleanup.

After we were done with the work, Greg took his toiletries and his towel,
and went to the edge of the water. He looked around to ensure we were alone,
and then stripped off his Speedo and stepped knee deep in the water and
began to bathe. It looked all so pure and innocent, and I got caught up
watching him. For an older guy, he was is great shape, but what attracted my
attention was his uncircumcised penis. I had only seen one once before, and
then only a fleeting glance. I was interested in his hygiene techniques, as
he gently peeled back the foreskin and washed and rinsed the area. While
he finished, I decided that my body was a little smelly, and I should bathe
as well.

By the time I got my stuff together, Jeremy was already standing nude in the
water. I moved a little upstream and peeled off my own Speedo. It felt great
to get the tight suit off, and I lowered my body down to my waist. I quickly
stood up with the shook of the cold water, and noticed the disappearing act
my testicles did every time.

"Do much of that and you'll shrink to the size of a young boy" Jeremy said
with a big grin.

"Tomorrow I'll heat some water for a more comfortable bath." I replied, not
witty enough to think of a good come-back.

"It's pretty awesome, being out here, away from the whole world. There is
nothing better than washing in the river. A nice hot-tub is the only thing I
can imagine that would be better."

"Well, you're in luck. Tomorrow we'll pass by some hot springs that have
been made into a hot tub. I'll make sure and stop by for a good soak."

When I turned around, Jeremy was intently washing his cock and balls, as if
he were totally alone. He was circumcised, like myself, with a large
mushroom head. His balls were pulled up close from the cold water. Being
naked outdoor, washing all my private areas, I was beginning to feel my
body respond. At eighteen, it doesn't seem to take much to get the process
started. I tried to turn away, to hide my arousal.

"Hey Greg" Jeremy said "remember being 18 and sporting wood half the time?
It seems our friend here is having one of those embarrassing moments. Don't
worry kid, we've all been there."

I lowered my total body in the river, and all resemblance of an erection
quickly disappeared. I felt relieved to finish my bath, having become the
center of attention.

"You know, there are a lot more fun ways to get rid of a bonner" Greg joked.

"All he needs is a little privacy." Jeremy added.

I was a little uncomfortable with all the sexual banter, but I tried to
relax and act like I did around my friends in the locker room. I only wished
I could control my erections, so I wouldn't get embarrassed again.

By sundown, we were all enjoying a small campfire, dressed in warm
sweatpants and sweatshirt. By the time the stars made their brilliant
appearance, I was too tired to enjoy them. I moved to my tent after emptying
my bladder. The sleeping bag and therma-rest mattress were a welcome
comfort. I shed my clothes and slipped inside nude, my typical routine. As
I got all settled, I could still hear Greg and Jeremy talking and laughing,
and wished I could hear better. I just made out a comment about "the size of
the dick" referring to my display during my bath. I beamed with pride, and
as usually, my cock swelled, as if it knew he was the topic of discussion. I
wrapped my hand around and began to slowly jack off. It only took a few
minutes before I could feel the familiar tingling in my balls, and toes curl
and my back arch. My thoughts surprised me by wondering what comments they
would make if they witnessed the fountain of cum. I quickly fell asleep
after cleaning up the mess.

I awoke from a sound sleep, unsure what had roused me. I listened, and
finally realized that it was my bladder that was calling. I slid out of my
warm bag and stepped a few feet away. It was then that I noticed that Greg's
tent was unzipped. I looked inside and it was empty. Being curious, I moved
closer to Jeremy's tent, and could hear them inside. It only took a few
moments to become aware that they were up to something, what I couldn't
tell. This must have been what woke me up.

Listening, I thought I could hear the sounds of sex, but how could it be? I
thought these guys were straight, but they were definitely having sex. Even
with my limited exposure to the world of sex, I knew the sounds they were
making. I stood and listened awhile, feeling my own dick growing. They were
trying hard to be quiet, but I could hear comments, groans, slurping, and
moaning. I was too stunned to be grossed out. My imagination went into
overdrive, picturing these two guys whom I had already admired. I wondered
what their cocks looked like hard. I began to slowly pump my own shaft,
imagining that I too had a warm mouth taking me in. I was also excited by my
first voyeur experience.

"Oh man, Suck my dick! I've waited a whole year for this. You're the best
cock sucker" Greg whispered.

"Shush! You'll wake up Blake" Jeremy replied.

"I heard him jack off earlier. He's dead to the world by now."

"You perv'ing on the kid?" Jeremy asked.

"Nah. I just happened by his tent, and I couldn't help but hear what he was
doing. He's a pretty hot kid, if you didn't notice."

"Oh, I noticed alright. He could be a centerfold if he wanted."

"Hey, quit talking and get back to my dick."

Hearing my own name only made me pump faster. I could visualize cocks being
sucked and it didn't matter who was doing the sucking, it was hot! I was
quickly splattering cum on the ground. My cock ached from the release and
the urgent return of the need to pee. I moved off in the other direction and
waited for the ability to return. I tried to be quiet, but I think they
might have heard me peeing. I quickly returned to my tent, exhausted and
spent.

The next morning, I was the first to wake. As this was a relaxed trip, there
was no urgent need to get on the river early. I like this type of trip, and
enjoyed sleeping late. I was glad to be alone with my huge morning hard-on.
Not hearing anyone awake yet, I didn't put on any clothes While peeing, I
began to recall the events of the previous night, and began to consider a
morning jerk-off when I heard a tent unzip.

Looking over my left shoulder, I saw both Greg and Jeremy crawl out of one
tent, both naked.

"I guess we don't need to hide from you. We know you heard us last night."
Greg explained.

I could feel my face turn red. I had finished peeing, only to remember that
I was very naked, with nothing to hide behind. "Uh^�I^�uh what do you mean?"

"Come on. You heard us last night. I know you were outside the tent. It was
only a matter of time before you figured it out anyway. We're cool, if you
are." Jeremy said.

"Yeah I'm cool. What you guys do in your tent is your business." I was
trying to convince myself as I heard my own words. "But you're both
married?" I asked, unsure if there was an answer.

Over breakfast, Greg and Jeremy told their story. They were freshman college
roommates, both totally straight. "One night, out of the blue, we started
wrestling. I don't remember how it began the first time, but we were both in
our underwear. In those days, everyone wore whitey-tidies. It seems the one
who got the other naked first was the winner. We ruined more underwear that
way. Through all the groping and pulling, we both sprang erections. The
first couple of times, we jacked off later that night, in bed with the
lights off, but after a while the stake got larder. At first, the winner got
a hand job from the looser. That led to a blow job, and then we moved up to
fucking. We never stopped dating girls, but at times, it just wasn't enough.
Once you've enjoyed the pleasure of buddy sex, there was no going back to
jacking off. We were not in love, didn't want to be a couple, we just
enjoyed getting off together. So now, once a year, we get together and
relive the memories. Our wives have no idea."

I sat and listened. I had never heard a story like this before. I thought
you were either gay or straight, and there was no middle ground. I didn't
think I was a prude, but I was beginning to realize how sheltered I had
been. I wasn't a virgin, but my back seat groping and faster than lightning
orgasms all seemed pretty tame and ordinary. I once caught a friend with an
erection in the locker room after everyone had gone. I hid behind a row of
lockers and watched him jack off. Suddenly I wondered if this made me weird.
I guess every guy wonders this at some time or another.

All these thoughts were swirling around in my head. I guess I must have been
pretty quiet all morning. Finally Jeremy asked "Are you `ok' with all of
this? We can pretend none of this happened, if you need us too."

"Nah, I'm fine. It's just a lot to think about. I'll admit, my experience
with sex has been pretty typical. My best times have been all by myself" I
admitted, very red faced at the self disclosure.

"Until college, I was the same way." Greg said. "I'm sure you'll have lots
of new experiences once you get to college. Guys talk a lot more now than
they did 18 years ago. In no time, you'll be the big-man-on-campus,
especially with what your packing."

"Packing?" I asked.

"Oh, come on^�you must know that you've got a great dick." Jeremy stated.

"Yeah, I guess I've noticed. I get lots of looks in the locker room, and by
comparison, I know I'm pretty lucky." I replied. "I haven't had a lot to
compare myself with, and I've never seen another dick hard. I've only seen
one guy who wasn't circumcised, not counting Greg."

"Pretty observant to notice that" said Greg "I've had lots of guys curious
about my foreskin. Back to you, I've been around enough to tell you that YOU
ARE PACKING! Those Speedo's are the perfect way to show it off."

"Well, thanks, I guess. I know, down deep, that the Speedo's are a little
showy. I can't help wanting to get noticed. The only down side is how tight
they are. After a day or so, I need to wear something loose."

"So that means tomorrow we won't have your Speedos to look forward to?" Greg
asked.

"I guess we all need a little mystery!" I responded.

Between the rapids, Greg and Jeremy each took turns with the oars. I enjoyed
the time to relax and enjoy the sun. I was kind of exciting that I was the
object of desire. When I would think of their wrestling story, I would have
to adjust my cock over my right hip.

Lunch was on a gravel bank beside the river. After eating, I took off to
find some privacy to take a dump. When I found my way back, I stumbled upon
Greg and Jeremy in a very private moment. Greg appeared to be getting a
great blow job. His foreskin allowed for some interesting techniques. I
stood back and quietly watched. I wasn't sure what to expect, but was
thrilled when Jeremy finished him off with his hand, and I could watch my
first ejaculation, not counting my own.

I thought I had been invisible, so I was startled to hear "Enjoy the show?"
Jeremy asked, looking right towards me.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have watched." I said.

"No problem" Greg added. "It's difficult to find privacy out here in the
middle of nowhere." Greg wadded into the river and splashed water to wash
off the cum.

After we got back on the river, I announced "We'll be a the hot springs in
few minutes. Do you still want to stop for a soak?"

"We were counting on it."

I was relieved to see that no one was there. Sometimes, I've seen boats of
people waiting for a chance to soak. I tied off the boat and navigated the
rocks to find Jeremy and Greg already in the water, and both nude. I
hesitated, unsure of what to do.

"Come on in. Hope you don't mind that we stripped off. The water is
heaven." Greg said.

I did seem pretty natural to go nude, after all, there was no one around.
"What the hell, you only live once." I said, stripping off and carefully
navigating the rocks to enter the water. It was not a very graceful entry,
and I'm sure they saw everything before I got settled.

The water was pretty hot, and after awhile, the guys climbed out to sun on
the rocks. This time, I got an eyeful as the guys climbed out. The hot water
had the effect of lowering the scrotum to extreme lengths.

I couldn't help but comment "The hot water sure makes a guy look bigger."

"You noticed. It's good for the ego, especially when a young stud like you
notices."

I also saw my first asshole, but decided against comment. The male anatomy
looked a lot different from this angle. It only took a few moments, before I
had to crawl out of the water myself. It felt like I could pass out if I
didn't move quickly. I took a near by rock slab and quickly laid out on my
stomach.

I must have dozed off a few minutes, when I heard the unmistakable noise of
an approaching boat. Being nude, my mind quickly moved to modesty, and I
crawled to get all three suits. We all slid quickly into the hot water,
waiting to see if we were about to be invaded.

I recognized the guide first. Steve was from a competing rafting company,
but we were not on great terms, in fact rivals would be a great description.
We always seemed to be after the same girl, and he beat me out as the
varsity quarterback. We could be socially friendly if the need arose, but we
were not friends. It was very ironic that he was the guy I watched jack off
in the locker room, a memory I had relived this very morning. In one of my
weaker moments, I told a few people that I had caught Steve jacking off,
which was a vicious and damaging to him socially. A friend told me that
Steve found out who started the rumor, and had vowed to get even. Needless
to say, I would have preferred anyone else in the world to catch me naked
than him.

Steve had a group of 4 guys, all with paddles. He pulled up beside our boat,
just as I pulled up my Speedo's. Greg and Jeremy didn't seem concerned about
nudity, which made me very nervous.

"Mind if we join you?" Steve asked politely, knowing that river courtesy
demanded we share.

"Sure," I said, worried about the rumors that could be spread about my nude
guests. I said quietly to the guys "You might want to put on your suits,"
hoping they would catch the urgency in my voice.

To my horror, they didn't even attempt to cover up. I could tell the
approaching group had been drinking, something that my Dad would never allow
on the river. They looked like college guys, loud and obnoxious. They were
shorts and T-Shirts instead of swim suits, and quickly peeled off their
PFD's (life jackets).

One of them asked Steve "Can we go in nude? You guys mind?" they asked us.

Greg and Jeremy gave me a irritated look, and replied "No problem."
I didn't have time to explain the history, so tried to relax, hoping it all
goes well. Steve joined his guests, all in the process of undressing. I
couldn't look away and I couldn't look. I didn't know where to focus my
eyes. Steve was the last strip, and I was in total awe. His red hair and
pubes, and almost white skin in contrast to his freckled darker skin was
impressive.

"Nice tan line dude" someone commented. We had to scrunch in to all fit. It
was a little close and I decided to leave.

"Hey, this one is still dressed. What do you say we strip him off?" one of
the guys said.

I began to panic as I felt hands on my body. I began to fight, but it was
hopeless as I felt my skimpy Speedo being pulled down against my will. I
went under twice before they managed to get it completely off, and there I
stood, surrounded by seven naked guys. Suddenly it got very quiet, and my
embarrassment grew as I realized they were all looking at my erection. I
guess the wrestling and hands groping got me going.

"Dude, that's one impressive dick." One guy commented.

I couldn't find any words, even my feet refused to move. I was praying that
my fear and embarrassment would make me flaccid.

"Let me see" someone said, and I could feel hands on my ass, turning my
body.

"Damn." Was his response, as he caught my profile. I felt another hand on my
ass, this time caressing and exploring. I still wanted to flee, but another
more needy part of me, was enjoying the admiration.

"Keep moving, we can't see it yet" came from my right. The hand on my ass
moved down into my cleft. I tried to swat the hand away.

"Those balls are real beautes." Someone else said. I could feel him lift and
admire my testicles. My erection was now pointing up about 45 degrees, with
the head turning purple, a bad sign.

"How big is it?" someone asked.

"I'd guess 10 inches" as another stranger grabbed it and stroked the shaft.

I was in horror when I noticed the crown all shinny and slick. Much more
and I would be spewing. The hand behind me had found my anus, something I
thought would disgust me, but somehow was erotic. Another guy was massaging
my balls. I began to get overwhelmed, almost claustrophobic, and tried to
get out of the pool.

"What's your hurry? You seem to be enjoying this a lot." Steve said, with a
giant smirk on his face. I suddenly knew that this was his revenge. How did
he set it up? Whatever the rumor he spread, it was far worse that I had done
him. I felt resigned to my fate, besides my body had an urgent need for
release.

My next surprise was Greg getting on his knees and taking me in his mouth. I
almost lost my balance as the pleasure overcame me. Several of the guys
were sitting on the rocks with only their feet in the water, several with
erections of various sizes and shapes. Only Steven was devoid of sexual
desire, as he extracted his revenge. If only he would get aroused, than he
would to embarrassed to retell the story.

It was only a few more seconds before I felt the orgasm build to the point
of no return. I had never had this much stimulation surrounding me, all at
one time. I couldn't even warn Greg, as I felt the urge to thrust. Grabbing
his head, I forced my cock deeper. My breathing caught in my throat, and my
back arched as I felt the first rush of cum. Greg took the first spurt, and
then finished me with his hand, while all the guys crowded to watch. There
was cum all over Greg's face and hands, and I was still blasting away. I
felt me knees give as I was helped to the rocks to sit.

"You should think about doing porno, man. That was the most impressive cum
shot I've ever seen, and I've see a lot of porno." This from a guy with lust
in his eyes, ignoring his own leaking cock.

"Well guys, we need to get moving. Thanks for the show Blake. I'll never
forget this float trip." Steve said. "Too bad I didn't bring a camera."

"Hey Steve. I know I don't have the right to ask, but could you keep this
quiet? I'll do anything you want if you keep your mouth shut." I pleaded.

"Anything?" he asked, stroking his flaccid penis.

Suddenly, I knew where this was going. How bad did I want his promise of
secrecy? Finally, I decided it was worth the humiliation of a blow job,
anything to keep this quiet.

"Yes, anything." I said, resigned to my fate.

"Well guys, what do you say? What should Blake do keep me quiet?" Steve
asked the crowd. As he talked, his dick was responding to his manual
stimulation. I had once watched him do this very thing, and I ended up
jacking off to the memory.

"He's got a real sweet ass," one guy suggested.

"Oh God, not that!" I begged.

"Let me think" Steven stalled, having me cornered and humiliated to the
maximum.

"How about a blow job?" I suggested, anything to keep from being fucked in
the ass. I began to move closer to him, unable to move my eyes from his
erection. Before he could answer me, I reached out and touched his cock,
replacing his hand with my own. I pointed the shaft to my mouth, looking him
in the eye, asking that the deal be made. He simply shook his head yes, and
I knew I would survive.

I thought there would be a smell, but all I could detect was the mineral
smell of the water. His flaming red hair looked different. His balls were
hanging loosely in his sagging sack. I couldn't admit it to myself, but I
had wondered what it would be like to taste Steve's cock. I had even dreamed
of this moment, only to awake with cum in my pajamas.
At first, I only took the tip in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around, just
as Greg had done me earlier. I stroked him with one hand, and hefted his
balls with the second. Steve reclined on the rock, and put his hands behind
his head, the look of victory on his face.

I began to work harder to get him off, I didn't want to unduly prolong the
event, afraid he would think I was enjoying myself. I was on my hand and
knees, straddling Steve's legs, gobbling his cock. I suddenly heard a click,
and looked up to see Steve with a camera, having taken my picture with his
cock in my mouth. His face would not be in the picture, only mine. Outwardly
I smiled, but I knew I had to get that camera. I release his cock from my
mouth, and began to work his balls with my tongue. I cautiously moved his
feet apart and raised his knees to get lower.

In a surprise move, I lunged over his body and grabbed the camera from his
hand. I turned and snapped a picture of Steve, prone on the ground with a
huge bonner. I took a few more of the guys watching my humiliation, each
naked and aroused.

"I guess it's a standoff" I suggested. "No one wants this film developed
now. How about I destroy it, and we're all even?"

"You finish me off, and it's a deal" Steven said, with a look of frustration
at being half way to ecstasy.

I was too crazed to realize that I was already on top of the deal, and
agreed to the compromise. I didn't want to admit that I really wanted to
finish what I had begun. I handed the camera to Greg and returned to the
blow job. I got down on my hands and knees, feeling the sun and breeze on my
exposed ass. I moved closer, almost teasing Steve with my slowness.

"Man, hurry up. I'm about to go crazy" he begged.

I started by just touching the tip with my tongue, a string of pre-cum
formed as I backed away. There was very little taste to the fluid, not what
I had expected. I returned and opened my mouth to take in just the glands.
Without warning, I descended on the shaft, until I felt the gag reflex. I
began to piston up and down, trying to build some suction in the process.
Steven began to squirm, begging and pleading for me to get him off.

I could feel him getting closer, and backed off his cock and returned to his
balls. I could only take one at a time in my mouth, rolling them and bathing
them in warmth. I could tell that my own cock was now fully erect again,
bobbing between my legs. I moved around Steve, working different angles,
when I felt his hands on my ass. I moved closer, straddling his head between
knees. I returned to his cock as he began to pump my shaft hanging above his
face. I felt his other hand move towards my ass, fingers circling my hole.

I was having difficult concentrating, feeling my own orgasm build. I began
to apply massive pressure on his cock, needing release. My first clue was
his sudden upward thrust. His balls appeared to pull upward to the base of
his penis, and he became even more engorged. I knew he was about to spew,
and I didn't care. I needed him inside my mouth, to taste his seed, to give
him pleasure. I felt his finger push against my ass. While I was tasting my
first taste of semen, I was spilling my own all over Steven's face and
chest. I don't ever remember cuming so intensely.
To avoid choking, I had to back off and watch the majority of his cum spill
on his tummy. Between both our loads, Steven was covered in white sticky
cream. I wanted to collapse on him, but decided to roll over and lay beside
him, in opposite directions. It took a minute to catch my breath. My mind
was a whirling mass of conflicting thoughts and feelings, and there were no
words to express what I was feeling.

When I next looked up, there were 4 guys, Steven's guests, standing over us,
jacking off. From below, it looked odd to see their testicles bounce with
the motion. It was only seconds before they began to cover us both with
their cum. One guy in particular was releasing a huge volume of cum with
considerable force. Anther guy just story of dribbled and oozed his cum,
falling straight down on Steven. I had to close my eyes to avoid a facial
shot. I managed to get another taste of cum, this one sweeter than Steven's,
but still with the familiar taste of bland unsweetened oatmeal.

I could only lye there, unable to move or comprehend what had just occurred.
Steve was the first to get up and move into the hot water. It seemed a good
idea, and I joined him.

"We both agree that this goes nowhere? No rumors or gossip?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, not a word." I said, "I'm sorry about what I said before. I know you
caught hell over that. I guess I was jealous. Dumb shit thing to do. Sorry."

"We're even now." He said. "You got some cum on your ear," Steven replied,
without the slightest hint of disgust.

I lowered my head below the surface, trying to get it all off. "We need
some soap and shampoo before this stuff dries. I've got some in my boat, if
you want to use it" I offered Steven.

"Thanks" was his simple reply, and the truce between us was cemented.

Greg handed me the disposable camera and I smashed it on the rocks while
they all looked on, pulling the exposed film into the daylight. Steve and I
bathed in the river shallows, we all dressed and continued on our river
adventure. Steve's boat left us behind, being much faster with 5 paddlers to
one oarsman.

Later that night, Greg and Jeremy filled me in on the story. It seems that
they had been down the river with Steve the previous summer, and he had told
them of his humiliation of being caught by me jacking off in the locker
room. He began to devise a plan to even the score, with Greg and Jeremy's
help. It had been the plan to catch us in the hot tub and for Steve to
extract his revenge. Although it didn't go exactly as planned, our feud was
settled. Somehow, I never worried that what really happened that afternoon
would ever be told. Even now, lying alone at night, I often fantasize about
that afternoon, and it never fails to get me off. I wonder where Steve is
going to college?