Mushing in Canada by justjames17

Mushing in Canada
by: justjames17

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I was holidaying in Canada and had never experienced such a climate, it was freezing cold and the snow had been blizzarding for three days non-stop. The cabin was partly buried under a thick white blanket of snow and ice, the open fire seemed hardly to raise the temperature above freezing point as I huddled under the blankets shivering. My shivering tanned Australian body unable to adapt to the change in conditions, the day I arrived in this God forsaken place had been fine and clear with a watery winter sum glistening on the ice crystals as the bush pilot flew me into the base where I was to be holidaying.

The old high winged plane with its huge old-fashioned radial engine roared and vibrated as it lumbered through the freezing sky, we landed on a snow plain alongside a frozen lake the skis sliding across the frozen snow as we slowed and skidded to a heart stopping halt. The pilot a grizzled old guy dressed in quilted trousers and a cracked and worn sheep skin flying jacket that I'm sure was of WW2 vintage turned to me his unshaven be whiskered face grinning and said, "Well Aussie here you are, we'd better unload your gear eh?"

I looked outside and shuddered wondering how and why I'd decided that a holiday in the Canadian wilds would be fun and interesting, I now regretted my folly as I opened the flimsy door of the plane and hopped or fell to the firm frozen ice below. I could hear the old engine cracking and popping as the cold air contacted red hot metal and could smell the odour of hot oil and avgas. The pilot humped my bags out and carried them to the picturesque log cabin nestled amongst the snow covered pine trees, he opened the door and dumped my gear inside, he lit the fire in the huge stone fireplace then turned and said, "I'll see you in two weeks, weather permitting, I hope you enjoy the solitude. The cabin is well-stocked food wise and there is plenty of wood chopped and stacked in the lean too at the back. There is a radio which you can call for help if you need it, but the nearest Mounted police Post is some 20 miles away."

He shook my gloved hand and shambled like a great bear back to the plane his breathe steaming in the cold crisp air, he climbed aboard and I heard the starter whine as the propeller began to turn slowly, a huge barking cough and a puff of blue smoke puffed from the exhaust and the wooden prop span into a blur. The plan began to pick up speed and soon lumbered aloft waggling its wings in farewell as it turned out over the lake and headed back towards civilization leaving me alone listening to its drone slowly diminishing in the distance. I stamped my freezing feet and hugging myself for warmth ran inside slamming the door.

I was alone in the forbidding wilds of the frozen tundra, a land of stunted scrub, pines and frozen lakes, miles from anywhere and wishing I were sunning on the Gold coast of Queensland back home. I shivered and hauled a chair close to the now roaring fire trying to thaw out. I ate my evening meal early due to the cold and crawled into the huge bed burrowing under the blankets and feather filled doona. I slept well but sometime during the night I was awoken by the moaning of the wind as it started howling, I shivered and fell back to sleep. Morning broke but no sun it was dull grey as I poked my head out of the covers, the wind whistled and wailed around the cabin and I staggered out to put more wood on the guttering fire coaxing it back to life. I shuffled to the small window and rubbed the frost from the pane as I peered outside, I thought I'd gone snow blind it was a white nothingness. I opened the door to peer out but he wind tore it from my feeble fingers and it crashed open allowing a heavy flurry of snow to rush inside, I struggled to force the heavy door closed and finally succeeded shutting out the elements.

I was now convinced I was going to be trapped in this forsaken hole until I either froze or starved to death and I stoked up the fire sending battalions of bright sparks dancing and swooping up the chimney. The howling banshee of the gale continued assaulting the cabin while the temperature seemed to drop even more, the heavy door was rattling as the gale sought entry I was thankful it was solidly constructed and withstood the battle.

The night of the third day seemed to weaken the wind and the gale dropped to a whisper then nothing as silence descended, the thick snow drifting from above silent and heavy deadening any sound. I stood under the small porch watching the white cloak as it drifted deeper and deeper now reaching half way up the walls of the cabin. I marvelled at the beauty, cold but serene. My Aussie clothing wasn't up to task of keeping out the bone chilling cold and I draped the doona about my shoulders trying to keep warm. I went back inside and hunkered next to the roaring fire feeling my extremities aching as they thawed out, I prepared a hot breakfast and made a pot of hot tea with my Nerada tea bags I'd brought all the way from Oz.

I ate the food and sat back relishing the steaming hot tea, I'd been hooked on the Aussie grown tea since living in Queensland where the tea was grown, a few years ago. As I relaxed and warmed up I noticed the light increasing and I found that the snow had ceased falling, the low cloud began to lift and by afternoon the sun broke through lighting up a white wonderland which I needed to put my sunglasses on to see comfortably. The short day ended and darkness descended again but I was enchanted by the wondrous display of the Northern Lights the Aurora Borealis. This huge curtain like display flashed and wavered in the heavens hiding the stars with its incredibly bright and colourful display.

I turned in for the night as my body chilled and slept through the long night, I awoke next morning to find the dawn yet to arrive and I lay in bed reading some nifty stories I'd printed out before I left home. The weak dawn glimmered through the small frost covered window and I struggled out of the snug covers to quickly begin heating water for a bath as I stacked fresh wood on the fire. It took time to boil enough water and I filled the galvanised hipbath after placing it next to the now roaring fire.

I stripped off shivering and sank into the steaming water then soaked for a few minutes before washing; I was enjoying the warmth when I heard a young voice shouting commands, approaching the cabin and the sound of dogs yipping then, "Whoa Spike."

I wondered what I was hearing when there was a knocking on the door and it swung open as I saw a heavily dressed figure entered the cabin stamping snow from his boots. He removed his fur cap gloves and dark goggles and turned seeing me sitting naked in the bath, he gasped and turned to leave when I called to him, "Its ok don't worry about me having a bath, are you looking for the owner of this cabin?"

He stood uncertainly in the entrance looking at me and mumbled with a heavy French accent, "Qui monsieur I am seeking the owner he is a friend of mine, I'm Jean Paul."

I smiled at him and said, "Come sit by the fire and warm up don't be shy, I won't bite you unless you ask me to."

The lad approached and looking directly at the fire he sat there removing his heavy jacket, I saw now that he was about 16, slim but attractive. His cute face serious as he stared into the flames the glow of the fire showing his blushing cheeks, I finished washing and I noticed his eyes flicking over my body as I bathed. I could see his not inconsiderable bulge growing even in his heavy trousers as his young tool erected.

I stood up to dry myself and he stared at my body a look of eagerness on his smooth face, I smiled and asked, "You don't get to see many people way out here I suppose?"

He nodded his eyes never leaving my crotch as I too perved on his own interesting bits even though covered by his thick padded daks. I surmised the lad was a frequent visitor to the guy I rented the cabin from and I guessed they played about with each other the boy was so horny. I finished drying as I scrubbed the towel on my back leaving my front completely to his view, my erection waved and waggled about as his eyes followed every move. His hand stuffed inside his pants toying with his prick as he ogled my nudity, I smiled at him and said, "You can touch it if you'd like, it wont hurt you."

He stood and hurried to me his hand reached out and clamped around my tool as I gasped and moaned pushing it into his grasp, he squeezed it and began stroking me off coaxing juice from my swollen knob. His unruly hair swaying as he wanked me off then he bent to me and swallowed my pulsing pole into his warm gob, his tongue laving my sensitive knob as he bobbed up and down sucking me like a vacuum cleaner.

I was on the precipice in a flash as his experienced mouth worked its magic, I groaned and tensed up arching my hips towards him as he deep throated my tool. I gasped as my nuts tingled drawing tight and propelling bursts of thick cream into the lad's syphoning mouth, he swallowed every spurt and drained my balls dry. He let my cock fall from his tight lips as he drew back ensuring the final remnants were removed onto his tongue.

I was holding onto his slim shoulders to steady my weakened legs as he looked up at me licking his lips provocatively, then he asked, "Now I've sucked you off can I fuck your arse please?"

I was completely taken aback and I stammered that I'd never been fucked but I'd gladly give him a head job, he looked so disappointed by my refusal I took pity on him thinking, "He's only a kid how much hurt can a young teen's cock do to my adult arse?"

I nodded and said, "Ok you can do me but you must work me up first so I'm ready to take your dick is that ok?"

I climbed from the bath and dried my feet and lower legs then we went to the bed where he laid me on my back and spread my legs, he began to lick my inner thighs working up to my low hanging balls, he sucked them one at a time rolling them about before lifting my scrotum up to tongue my now hard perineum as my tool stood tall and firm. He worked me skilfully his tongue dancing and lapping my excited flesh before licking my now twitching ring into excited submission, he licked and laved my rear entrance stimulating my nervous system before delving his tongue tip inside my opened ring. The feeling as he surged inside bathing my vibrant rectum walls with saliva sent me quaking and moaning frantically.

I was now his totally I wanted no needed his cock I begged him to root my bum and the expression of pure delight that glowed on his face was priceless. He positioned himself and pushed I mewed like a kitten as he stretched my tight muscle, it burnt and stretched as his swollen young knob pushed irresistibly in to my ring to finally punch through my defence as I gasped. He was in control of my whole being now as he slowly filled my virginal vent, I groaned clenched my fists gripping the sheets my body arched in discomfort as he filled my tortured tunnel. He pumped me slowly, he rammed me hard and fast, the varying speed added to my rapture as my internals acclimatised to his pole working inside me.

All too soon I heard him panting our breathing in unison as we sweated together in lustful copulation, he tensed throwing his head back and pressing hard into my stretched arse. His tensed, body quivered every youthful muscle rigid, then I felt a gushing deluge deep in my innards as he erupted voiding his sperm in flooding emissions filling me with hot teen cum. He collapsed on my torso puffing hard then as he regained his control he kissed me on the lips and murmured, "Merci beaucoup m'sieur, tres bien."

I lay there hugging his slender sweaty young body to mine and kissed the top of his unruly head saying, "No, thank you my young stud that was amazingly beautiful, I really loved you fucking my arse."

He giggled and licked my sweat damp nipple and giggled saying, "You were much better than my friend who lives here he is older than you and very hairy too."

I kissed him again and said, "Jean Paul, can you stay a while with me here?"

He grinned nodding and replied, "Qui, I can stay for a few days, my parents think I'm off mushing to my special place with the dogs."

I smiled and hugged him too me as my mind conjured great visions of the next few days of fun and games and thinking how my holiday had suddenly improved.

The End.

Posted: 04/09/10