Row Row Row your boat - 1. Row Row Row your boat

James paddled just a little faster on his bike as he was nearing his destination, the rowing club. It was real sunny outside, clear blue skies. He had even put on some sunblock before he headed out. Okay, in truth, his mother had insisted on applying sunblock, he hated the sticky white stuff.

He took the next corner a bit sharp and his back wheel slid through the corner. James loved stunting with his bike, almost as much as performing stunts and tricks in the boat.

Camden, a friend of his, had introduced him to rowing two years ago. He'd never thought about it before. He knew he liked water sports because he was an avid swimmer and had even tried sailing once. His friend had invited him to a try-out one day. He was twelve years old, the same age as Camden. Surprisingly, they were nearly the same age, fourteen now. Camden beat him by only two days. Anyway, James found he loved the challenges that the rowing sport posed. Even if he had not, he secretly had a bit of a crush on his friend, and he had thought himself very clever for trying out for the same club Camden was rowing for. Who knew, they might even end up in the same team! That was two years ago, and yes, they eventually ended up in the same team.

James was now just outside of town and driving fast past the meadow that was between the water and the city. A kind of natural barrier. He pushed open the big metal gate, it was already unlocked. Placing his bike in one of the bike stands, he walked past the three big doors of the boathouse and headed into the canteen area. There was hardly anyone around, even though it was a really nice and sunny day.

Camden was already there, lounging in one of the big, old, comfy couches when he walked in. He threw down the bag containing his sports equipment and sat down next to his friend. He got Camden's attention away from his phone by slapping him on the knee. His friend was casually dressed in striped board shorts and a bright yellow t-shirt. Camden had never taken to the more traditional Lycra rowing kit for some reason. However, James adored it. He liked how it felt on his skin, and he secretly liked how it highlighted his, ehm, assets. The same could be said for seeing other guys in a nice, tight, Lycra one-piece suit.

James had not yet dressed for rowing. He loved his kit, but he was just a bit too shy to drive all across town in it. He was dressed in board shorts as well, dark blue with a white stripe, and he was wearing a loose fitting muscle tee. Rowing had given him some nice upper body strength, and he was just in the right part of puberty that he was beginning to actually develop some proper muscles.

"Ready to go out today?" James asked Camden.

Camden put his phone down, he knew he wasn't going to be given a chance to get back into his game now that James was here. He loved James, but he did require a lot of attention. "Sure thing, weather's great today. It's actually hot outside."

James looked Camden over and considered, quietly, in his own mind, that it wasn't just hot 'outside'. The bright yellow shirt was tight-fitting and was literally highlighting all of his favorite parts of Camden. He knew there was a stunning six-pack hidden under there. Quickly, he brought his mind back to the here and now. "So, double's today, right?" he asked, wondering if he had remembered correctly. If they were doing double's today, he'd be in the same boat with Camden; otherwise they'd both be in their own boat.

"Sure thing!" Camden said. It wasn't until recently that James had finally accumulated enough practice so that he could actually train together with Camden. Camden had been rowing since he was just 10, so he had had a bit of a head start.

Both boys stood up, ready to get going. "I'll just go get changed," James said. "Can you start bringing the oars out?" he asked his friend.

Camden shrugged, it was okay with him. He headed over to the boathouse to go put the oars out for their boat, while James took a left turn into the men's changing room.

Again, nobody was here. It was a weekday, both boys had a couple of days off from school. That meant most seniors were still out working their everyday jobs. They basically had the run of the place, for now. He quickly got changed, taking off everything he had on, and just slipping on the Lycra one piece. Some of the more shy boys wore underwear as well, but it got all bunched up when you were rowing. He didn't bother with it. Plus, remember, you need to show off those assets!

Pulling his gear into the right places, stretching the fabric in places, and doing some necessary final adjustments, James headed out to join Camden.

It was bright outside, the sun was now nearly at it's peak. The water was calm, and he could see both up and down stream that there were no other boats on the water. The boy's rowing club was located next to a river that had many smaller streams running off it. It meant you could either go out straight in an almost perfectly straight line, or get lost in one of the many smaller waterways that connected to the bigger river.

James saw that Camden had already gotten all four oars out, and was preparing the boat to be brought out. He joined him indoors and helped to do the final checks. Finding that everything was in order, they both put their shoulders under the boat and Camden, being the more experienced one, gave a command so that they could lift together simultaneously. With the boat now secure on their shoulders, they walked to the water's edge and carefully put the boat into the water.

James looked over to his left as they both bent their knees to drop the boat into the water and was treated to the sight of his friend's shorts stretching tight and his shirt riding up his back, showing a nice bit of skin, which turned almost golden in the bright sunlight. As soon as the boat was in the water, he got up and turned his back to Camden for a moment, quickly adjusting himself, down there. It's hard to hide a boner in Lycra, but you don't need it to tent out on you as well. Common decency.

Like the well-oiled machine that they were, the oars were quickly locked into place in the boat and both boys got themselves seated. The boathouse and the club could remain unlocked, as other members were still expected to come in. Plus, they lived in a small town. They were lucky enough that they had a rowing club, but burglary was not something that happened very frequently.

Pushing off, the boat was quickly swept away by the light current in the river and with just a few strokes the boy's boat was well onto the water.

"Okay, what do you want to do?" Camden asked, looking back at James, who was sitting behind him.

James considered this for a moment, he was already burning up in the sun. To be very honest, he was not feeling like doing a really hard training today.

"Can we go into one of the channels and explore for a bit? I'm not feeling like doing sprints today," James asked his buddy.

Camden just shrugged. It was okay with him. Camden was very much a non-verbal kind of guy. If he could answer or respond with a shrug, or a shake of his head, he would. James was actually one of the few guys that could entice Camden to an actual conversation, or to just casually say something. Most would have to make do with the usual shrug or nod.

With James being in the back seat, he was automatically the 'designated driver' of the boat. Meaning, he decided where the boat went, and he gave commands whenever he needed Camden to help with steering and maneuvering the boat. Secretly, that was also something James really liked about rowing. If you were in the right place, you got to boss everybody around. He loved giving commands and people having to follow them.

In a few minutes, the boy's had turned the boat into one of the side canals, and they were enjoying the quiet swish-swash sound of their oars entering the water, and pulling the boat along. In, out, in, out. A very natural rhythm, for teen boys. They took a couple of extra turns, they knew most of the maze-like waterways by heart, having explored them so many times already.

Without even realizing it, James had guided them into a tiny lake in the middle of all the waterways. It was enclosed by trees and reeds for most of it, but there was a section that had a boarded side and a field of grass behind it. It was also often used by other people canoeing or supping, there was even a campfire pit in the grass. James checked with Camden what the time was, he wasn't wearing a watch himself. Apparently, they had already been on the water for well over fifty minutes.

"God! I need to cool down! I'm melting here!" James exclaimed, beads of sweat pouring down his face.

Camden looked back and noticed James had not been exaggerating. Sweat really was pouring down his friend's face and his Lycra one piece had some very dark wet patches. "Dude, it looks like you pissed yourself!"

"Ha ha, funny. I can't help it, it's sweaty dick syndrome!" James jokingly answered. Lately, he had started sweating much more heavily, and in the weirdest of places. His back could get soaking wet, and he had noticed as well that his boxers could get soaking wet when he was out on a long bike ride. And no, he did not have a bladder issue!

Camden looked at the field of grass, he figured they'd be able to land the boat there safely. He pointed at the place, "Why not get the boat there and get out for a bit? Stretch our legs, cool off in the grass?"

James considered. He did not have Camden's extensive experience, and getting the boat safely 'parked' in such an unusual spot, was quite a challenge. But, then again, he loved challenges!

With a big grin, he started pointing the boat to where they needed to go. "Please, go slow on me," he asked Camden.

"No, I'm going to plow you full force into the shore, dimwit!" Camden replied, it had seemed rather obvious they'd have to take it slow.

Expertly, James maneuvered the boat into place, and they were able to step out of the boat. The boat seemed content to stay into place just the way it was, there weren't any waves or currents on the lake.

James stretched and felt the Lycra pull tight around his butt and his crotch. He didn't mind showing off a little for Camden. He was still hoping to actually catch him looking or give any other sign that he might even be slightly interested in a bit of an adventure with him. He had spent many a night fantasizing what it would be like to get together with his best friend. But, like these things go, sometimes the fear of ruining the friendship with your best friend means you don't make a move. You essentially place yourself into an eternal friend zone. The last couple of weeks, this eternal friend zone feeling had starting gnawing at James's feelings though, he wanted more. It was all very frustrating!

Unbeknownst to James, Camden was, in fact, enjoying the show quite a lot, but he was also just as careful not to be caught out. The whole eternal friend zone thing, well, it turns out it can go both ways.

Camden quickly laid himself down on the grass, looking up at the sky. James came over to him and stood over him. As Camden looked up, most of what he could see was James' Lycra wrapped, bulging package. And it looked, rather, enthused. He could clearly make out the two balls, now slightly compressed together because of the elastic fabric. He almost reached out his hand to grab a feel.

Instead, he told James, grinning, "Dude, your balls are blocking my sun!"

James looked down and realized the angle his friend was getting, looking at him. At first, he wanted to step away. Then he decided to just lower himself down. As he had stood over Camden, one foot on either side, he lowered himself. He ended up placing his ass down on Camden stomach, sitting comfortably.

"There, I'm out of your light," James said, putting his full weight on Camden now.

Camden tightened his abs, he knew he could take the weight, easily. And, honestly, this felt just like what he had imagined what it would feel like if a naked James would sit down on him. He could clearly feel both muscular globes against his abs, and, if he was not mistaken, he could even feel James' balls resting on his chest. Thinking of James' balls did cause a rise in his own shorts. He was glad that Camden was sitting on his abs, and not in his lap.

James was surprised at how comfortable he felt, sitting like this, on top of his friend. He could feel the abs below him lower and rise with Camden's steady breathing. However, he wasn't one for sitting still, and he considered he had Camden in a perfect pinned down position. Quickly, he placed his hands in Camden's armpits and started tickling him furiously. It was a game they had played a lot when they were younger, and it had been ages since either had initiated a proper tickle war. Perhaps they were growing a bit too old for it… but not today.

With Camden squirming all around beneath him, it took more and more of an effort to keep seated into place and remain in a good position for tickling. Slowly, he slid down his friend's abs, and he felt something hard bump against his ass.

Immediately, he felt Camden freeze beneath him. Realizing what he must have bumped into, he froze as well a second later. Without thinking, he reached back and felt around, only to find his hand wrap around something long, hard and hot. Just as quickly, he let go, shocked!

"God, Camden, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!" James sputtered, still sitting where he was.

Camden had turned beet-red, his breathing now hard and shallow. First feeling James' butt slide against his rock-hard tool, and then have his friend firmly grasp him, even if just for a mere moment, had gotten his hormones raging and roiling. He did not know if he was supposed to be shocked, aroused, annoyed or intrigued. Perhaps a bit of everything. All he knew was that his cock head was still pressed tightly against James' hardly covered ass, sending all kinds of tingles up his spine and down his legs. Involuntarily, he moved a little, increasing the contact. He closed his eyes and moaned.

James was baffled. He felt his friend raise his hips slightly beneath him, and the pressure on his crack increased. Then, he thought Camden's eyes were almost rolled back into his head, and that moan! His own erection sprung into life in a record time, and he could feel his hard oar pressed between himself and Camden's abs now.

Shocked with what was happening, he quickly rolled off his friend. He was sporting a serious tent in his suit, tucking it to the side was not going to improve things much now. His own breathing was now just as fast and shallow as Camden's.

Camden opened his eyes again, the weight on him was suddenly gone. For a moment, he thought he was in his own bed, at home, just coming out of an amazing fantasy. However, as his ceiling resembled nothing like a blue sky with a flock of birds, he quickly realized where he was and that it really had not been a fantasy. Shocked as well, he looked to his side to see James lying there, still looking right back at him. Both boys looked down each other's bodies and noticed both were hard as a nail, with James not leaving very much to the imagination in his Lycra kit.

"Okay, so, well, that happened," James said, being the more talkative of the two.

Camden looked back up and shrugged, "Guess so. Now what?" He tried to play it off real cool, but he was definitely not feeling as relaxed as he tried to sound. Nobody knew he even liked guys, especially not James!

James considered it for a while, trying to get his own emotions back into order as well. "Well, I can only think of two things," he said. "We either have a wank right now, or we go jump in the lake to cool the hell off." His heart was throbbing, he could feel it all the way in his throat. Had he taken it too far? All guys masturbated as far as he knew, it wouldn't sound too gay, would it?

Camden was surprised. He had seriously not thought that James might like him, not like that. But the almost obscene boner, and the suggestion of having a wank, together, sure seemed to indicate something else. He didn't need long to consider this opportunity, though. And he'd be the last to object to anything as gay as wanking together!

Pulling his shorts down, and his shirt over his head, he quickly lay down, next to James, mostly nude now. "Why not do both? Wank, and swim?"

James' outfit was a bit more of a struggle. The wet Lycra clung to his sweaty body like crazy. It seemed to cling even more tightly against him, the more he wanted to tear it off, like a Chinese finger trap! Camden quickly came to his rescue, and as James sat up, Camden carefully peeled loose the stretchy fabric and pretty much undressed James where he sat. It was insanely hot to the both of them, undressing James.

As they were now both sitting up, shorts and Lycra thrown to the side, nude as a jaybird, both took the time to look at each other. This was something different from sneaking peeks at each other in the showers. They were fully exposed to each other, excited and hard. James noticed how dark and hard Camden's nipples looked, while Camden somehow really noticed the stark difference between light and dark on James' tan line.

Camden carefully reached out, and traced the edge of James' tan line on his legs. It sent shivers up James' leg. Then he let his finger slide up along the inside of his leg. He hesitated for a moment, then let his finger softly trace up along James' nut sack and along the side of his shaft.

It had only been the softest of touches, but James could have sworn that Camden had caused sparks to fire from his finger as he traced his finger up. He couldn't take this any longer. He pushed himself up, threw himself at Camden, who fell back in the grass with a hungry and horny James in his arms. Their bodies were mushed together, sliding along each other, as both boys were still slippery with sweat.

Dicks pressed together, they started grinding into each other. Nature, or hormones, had clearly taken over control. For a moment, James had been afraid he wouldn't know what to do. Now, he didn't need to do any more thinking. His hips were grinding almost automatically, and he suddenly felt Camden's tongue pressing against his lips. Had they been kissing? They must have been. With another first in the span of a couple of minutes, both boys shared their first french kiss. James now sat back up on Camden, seated on Camden's upper thighs. He grabbed a hold of both their cocks and started pumping up and down furiously.

Camden was overcome by all the feelings rushing over him. And James, working both their cocks, it felt amazing. Camden relaxed into the grass, arms stretched wide, surrendered, and just let it all happen to him.

James felt almost as in control as he had been moments ago in the boat. Holding his friend's cock had somehow given him full control over him. He could give, and withhold, pleasure. For a moment, he stopped stroking. Camden glanced up at him through one opened eye, looking to see why James had stopped. James decided he needed to nut just as bad, though, so he quickly resumed stroking them both. In his hand, it felt like they were both not just of the same age, but also of the same built. Their cocks could have been twins. Right down to the few soft pubic hairs right above each shaft.

Suddenly, James felt one of the two cocks beginning to spasm. For a moment, he wasn't sure if it was his, or Camden's. Next, he saw a splash of some watery liquid spurt out on Camden's stomach, and, seeing that, suddenly his own orgasm hit him with full force, and he contributed his own load to the wet mess covering Camden.

Both boys were panting hard now. James' hand was covered in both of their juices. He had seen porn movies where they'd eat cum from each other's body, or fingers… he quickly decided he was not ready for that. To him, it was still just a sticky mess, and he quickly wiped it off on the grass. Not improving things by much, as his hands were now sticky AND muddy.

Camden looked down at his stomach, covered in both their boy juices. He grinned at James, "Guess this is where we move on to the swimming part, right?"

James looked at the mess they had both made, "Yeah, we'd better. But I don't have any swimming kit with me."

Camden looked dumbfounded. "Dude, you just came all over me. You worried I might see anything when you're not wearing any shorts!?"

James laughed and got up. "True," he agreed. He grabbed Camden's hand and pulled him up from the ground. Still holding on to his friend's hand, he started running to the water's edge, pulling Camden along behind him. Both boys jumped in at the same time, feeling the cool water hit their bodies.

James ran his hands all across Camden's stomach, trying to help wipe away all the evidence. It took a bit of effort. At first, he was left with stringy white stuff on his hands. But, soon, he felt the stickiness go and all he could feel was Camden's firm abs. Sneakily, he brought his hand down and felt Camden's now soft dick between his fingers. Soft, it felt just as amazing as hard, he thought. He was imagining how, just moments ago, it had pulsed in his hand and had, in the space of a second, given him all his dreams! Literally.

The cold water prevented them from getting another erection straight away. It may have been hot out on the water, but the water itself was nice and cold. Just what the doctor had ordered! That did not mean there wasn't a lot of ass grabbing and cock pulling going on.

After half an hour, both boys were truly spent. They climbed back ashore. "Guess we better head back," Camden said, looking at how low in the sky the sun was now.

James would rather have spent the rest of his life right here, with Camden. They did have to be back with the boats before the sun went down, though. Club rules. Reluctantly, both boys got dressed again, and they got back in the boat. It took them just thirty minutes to row back, now that they knew where they were heading.

As they arrived at the club and the boat was lying in the water next to the dock, Camden leaned all the way back until he was almost bent over double over James' feet. "Kiss me," he whispered.

James looked alarmed, there were people walking in and out of the boat house. They would surely be seen!

Camden noticed James looking alarmed and at the people ashore. "Don't care, kiss me!" he said again, more forcefully now.

James relented. Leaning forward, he planted a long upside-down kiss straight on Camden's mouth.

Within seconds, they could hear hollering from people on the shore. Clearly they had been seen. But, rather unexpectedly, the kids hollering were actually from James' last year's team, and they were cheering them on. "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

With that, James full on frenched Camden, still upside down, causing much laughter and whoops from the kids standing in the open doors of the boat house. He figured the cat was now truly out of the bag, and he was loving it!