The fall that I graduated from college, three of my best buddies and I took a trip to Canada for some fall walleye fishing. We had been fishing buddies for years and all had saved up our money to take a "Cadillac" fishing trip.

Usually we went on bare bones trips. We camped in a tent, took our own food, and scrimped and saved every penny. This trip was different, we went for the delux package. We rented a beautiful cabin, had our meals at the lodge and even had the use of boats and motors provided by the Fishing Camp. It was a great place and we were really excited as the owner took us around and showed us where everything was. We walked down to the dock and the owner showed us our two boats, and introduced us to Jean Pierre, the dock boy. He was squatted over an outboard replacing the prop and stood and turned to greet us. I think I must have gasped as he smiled and extended his hand. He was very darkly tanned from working in the sun and had shoulder length light brown hair that had streaks of blond running through it. His eyes were deep brown set over a perfect nose and sensuous lips. His teeth were brilliantly white and perfect.

"Hello, please call me Jean, " he said as he shook hands with all of us. "I'll be here every day to help you load up and when you come in from fishing. It's my job to have everything ready for you, so don't hesitate to ask for anything you want." My buddies all said thanks and began looking at the boats, and I stood there speechless looking at the young god, Jean Pierre.

Of course, my buddies all had girlfriends and were straight, and I was gay. They all knew I was gay and were cool with it.

We were fishing and hunting buddies, nothing more. I finally joined them and we picked out a couple of boats and walked up to the van to get our fishing gear. Jean Pierre joined us and helped haul our poles and tackle boxes down to the boats. He was a quick graceful kid, and was very personable and wanted to help in any way he could. Of course that was his job and he did it very well. We got loaded up and then went up to the lodge for lunch.

After lunch we went out for a great afternoon of fishing. When we pulled into the dock at dusk, Jean Pierre was there waiting with a big smile on his face, to tie up our boats and gather our fish.

He took the fish up to the cleaning house and we went off to clean up and go to dinner. After dinner the other guys went back to our cabin for a drink and I walked down to the dock hoping to see Jean Pierre.

He was just finishing wrapping our cleaned fish for the freezer. "You had good luck today, " he said brightly. "Yes we did, and thanks for cleaning the fish.

" "That's my job, " he said smiling at me.

I sat on a bench and watched as he jumped into each boat and collected the junk and bottles and straightened up the gear.

He took each gas tank out and filled it and then put it back into the boat. He was a beautiful kid, and moved like a graceful dancer from job to job. "Do you stay here too?" I asked. "Yes, I live in that little cottage down there by the water, " he said pointing to a small cottage about a hundred yards from our cabin. "Are you stil in school?" I asked.

"No I graduated last year, " he said, "I turned 18 this summer.

I'm working here this fall and am going to take some classes during the winter in Thunder Bay.

I hope to be a Biologist someday.

" Hmm, beauty and brains too. How nice.

I bid him good night and walked up to the cabin in time to get into a brisk game of cribbage.

We played and drank beer for quite a while and one by one my buddies drifted off to their beds. I was still wide awake, so I walked out onto the front porch of the cabin and looked down at the lake. I noticed a light on in Jean Pierre's cabin and saw him standing on the pier in front of it. He was stark naked and just as I noticed him, he dove into the water and swam about twenty yards out into the lake. Then he turned and swam back, and climbed up the ladder to the dock. He picked up a towel and dried off his beautiful body and then stood there looking out over the water. He looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was near and then he began playing with his length.

My own length began to rise in my jeans as he played with himself and then began to jack himself off. I watched open mouthed as he stiffened up and most likely shot his load into the lake.

He was far enough away that I couldn't see his length or see him cum, but it was obvious that he had pleasured himself. He wiped his length on his towel and padded into the cabin. I was so hard I could hardly move so I slid my length out and checked to see that my buddies were all in their beds yet and then I jacked off and shot my cum over the rail of the porch.

I went to bed with visions of Jean Pierre in my mind. The next morning we ate breakfast and went down to the dock to leave for a morning of fishing. Jean Pierre was there gorgeous as usual and helped us load up and off we went.

I looked back as we pulled away and he smiled at me and winked. All the while we fished, I wondered if Jean Pierre was just playing around or if the wink meant something. We had a good morning of fishing and then went in for lunch. The other guys hurried up to the dining room and I stayed behind with the premise of untangling one of my lines.

"So, you saw me swimming last night?" Jean Pierre said. "I uh, was that you?" He grinned, "Yeah, it was me, did you like what you saw?" I swallowed hard. "Jean Pierre, I'm sorry I wasn't trying to spy on you, I just happened to be there when you went swimming." He laughed, "It's ok, I liked it that you watched.

I watched you when you, well, when you made yourself happy over the railing too.

" I must have looked surprised. "You don't think I couldn't see you up there watching me?" "I didn't think you noticed, " I said. He smiled, "I noticed and I had all I could do to keep from walking up there and helping you." I about fell over into the lake.

"You mean?" He nodded his head. "I knew you were my kind of guy the first time I saw you, " he said.

"Gaydar?" He burst out laughing, "I guess you could call it that." "So are you?" He nodded his beautiful head. "Maybe tonight you can swim with me?" I couldn't think of anything else the rest of the day. We went out to fish and I completely played up every bite I got. I was like a novice and my buddies made merciless fun of me for my lack of fishing skills. When we finally came in, Jean Pierre was there waiting for us.

I was the last out of the boats and as I walked past him he said under his breath.

"Nice night for a swim.

" He winked. The evening seemed to drag along.

Finally my buddies got tired and went to their beds and I turned off the lights in the cabin and walked out on the porch.

Jean Pierre was sitting on a bench on his small dock looking out over the water. I quietly walked down the steps and across the rocky ground to where his steps were and walked up onto his dock. He looked over his shoulder and smiled widely when he saw me. "I thought maybe you wouldn't come." "You would have had to tie an anchor to me to keep me away, " I said. He patted the bench, "Have a seat." I sat beside him, our arms and shoulders touching. His skin felt hot against mine. He was wearing a tank top and shorts, and was barefoot. "So, " I said.

"You're so nervous, " he said. "Jean Pierre, I don't think I've ever seen a more beautiful boy as you, and I'm very nervous, " I said. He smiled at me and put his arm around my neck and pulled my face to his. His lips touched mine and I almost passed out. His lips were soft and smooth and soon his tongue was probing at mine.

I put my arms around him and we held each other and kissed deeply. I ran my hands through his long lovely hair and moved down and kissed his neck, as he nibbled on my ear and stuck his tongue in it. Our hands were exploring each other and I felt him rub his palm over my now hard length. "Mmm, nice, " he said. I put my hand on his bulge and felt a hot hard length under his shorts. I slid my hand up under the leg of the shorts and found his balls, and the his hard thingy. He wasn't wearing any underwear and I was able to put my hand around his length and began to jack him, making him moan. "Let's go inside, " he whispered.

We got up and went into the little one room cabin. There was a small tv, a couple of book cases filled with books and a bed. Other than a couple of chairs and a small table it was bare. Jean Pierre slipped off his tank top and dropped his shorts to the floor in one motion. I was enraptured at his beauty. His body was perfect, well muscled but not bulky, slim yet supple. His small nipples were dark and the size of dimes.

His torso tapered to a V shape ending at his crotch which was topped by a dark bush of carefully trimmed pubic hair. His length was lovely, about 6 inches, standing straight up against his belly, and his balls hung low and loose. "My God, Jean Pierre, you're beautiful, " I said as I dropped to my knees and took his length into my hand. He watched as I pulled it down to my lips and engulfed it. "Ahhh, ahh, " he said as I took it into my throat.

" I began sucking him long and deep and suddenly he pushed me away. "I want to see you naked, " he said huskily. I stood up and he pulled my t shirt over my head and then knelt down and took off my sneakers and socks. Then he reached up and undid my belt and zipper. His hands were rubbing my length and he was smiling as he pulled my pants and underwear down in one motion.

My length sprang out and almost hit him in the eye.

"Oh yeah, " he said as his mouth slid over the tip of my length.

He had obviously sucked a few lengths in his day because he knew just what to do with his tongue and lips.

It wasn't long and I felt my cum rising. "Jean Pierre, I'm getting close, " I said. He deep throated me and I began to shoot cum into his mouth. He sucked furiously and swallowed every drop.

He kept sucking until I got soft and had to beg him to quit.

Then I moved him over to the bed and had him lie down on his back. I knelt between his legs and took his beautiful length into my mouth and began giving him a long and slow play job. He had his legs wrapped around my back as I deep throated his great length and soon he began to pant and warned me he was close. I sucked up and down two more times and his length spurted a large squirt of cum into my mouth, followed by another five or six squirts.

I sucked every drop out of that lovely length and then let it drop from my mouth. He pulled me down on top of him and put his arms around me. "That was wonderful." "Jean Pierre, you're a great lover." He smiled.

I laid my head against his chest and we both drifted off to sleep.

The next thing I knew I heard footsteps outside and opened my eyes to see what was going on. It was morning and the sun was already high in the sky. "Yeah, he's in here.

" I heard one of my buddies say. "That player, getting laid when we're suppose to be fishing." Another said. I looked down and I was still laying beside Jean Pierre who was now waking up. "Holy shit, I slept here all night, " I said. Jean Pierre began to laugh. "Well, our secret's out now, " he said. He leaned up and kissed me on the lips. My buddies were all looking in the window and they began hooting and applauding. "More! More!" "Go play yourselves, you peeping Toms, " I yelled.

"Hurry up loverboy, we've got fish to catch, " one of them said as they walked off toward breakfast laughing. "I hope you won't get in shit for this, " Jean Pierre said. "No, don't worry they know I'm gay, but I'll take shit for missing the fishing time.

How about you, will your boss be angry?" "No, he's cool, as long as you guys don't complain about the service, he won't say anything." I grinned and kissed him, "there won't be any complaints about the service, I guarantee it." The rest of the week, I slept in Jean Pierre's cabin and took a lot of good natured shit from my buddies about getting laid when I was suppose to be concentrating on fishing. Jean Pierre and I had a fabulous week of sex and cuddling and I hated to see it end.

When we had packed and were all loaded up to leave for home, my buddies called me over to them.

"Here, for Jean Pierre, " they said and handed me three hundred dollars. "What the hell?" "Hey he was a great kid, and took good care of us, well, you especially, and we want to leave him a good tip." I felt my eyes tearing up. "Put a hundred in with it and he'll have enough for a plane ticket to come for a visit." I hugged each of them and turned to go and give Jean Pierre the money and invite him to come and visit next spring. Who could ask for a better fishing trip than I had just had?