I don't particularly like camping. I did it in the Scouts, with my family, in the military and it never did a whole lot for me. So how did I end up in the middle of nowhere in a tent again? My name is Luke Cooke and I'm a twenty-seven year old corporate finance analyst. I spent two years in the Army after high school, then six years at the Wharton School of the University of Pennsylvania getting an MBA in Finance. I was in the top ten graduates but my biggest problem is I still look like I'm eighteen or nineteen, a problem that plagued my father until his forties.
I'm five eleven, have dark brown hair, blue eyes and you have to get close to see that I shave. I have a light dusting of hair on my forearms and legs with thick armpit and pubic hair but otherwise my body is smooth. In the army I would get teased about being a kid who ran away from home so I could serve in Iraq. Then the same guys would tease me in the shower for having a donkey dick. It's only six inches soft, seven inches hard but its thick and you can't see the skin in my crotch for the pubic hair. At least one part of me looks like a real grown man.
When I graduated Wharton I was offered several positions but the general consensus was that I look like a kid and I would work second-string for a long time. Of course, few mentioned this directly to my face but I know enough about the career I have chosen to know what I'm offered. I took a position with a Manhattan corporation that offered the best career track for me and was assigned to assist Rob Estermann, manager of the hedge fund section. He was incredibly handsome, about six-four with deep blue eyes and hair so dark brown it looked black except in direct sunlight. He was forty-one and his hands were sexy and beautiful to me, large with long strong fingers showing the veins that come only from weight lifting. I fell for his sexy hands and face because I never saw any other skin. He wore tailored suits that were cut to show off his muscular body and a stunning bubble ass. He wore a plain wide gold wedding band and on his desk was a picture of his wife and two daughters who looked to be early elementary school age. Mr. Estermann never discussed his family or anything personal. I was just another analyst assisting him and he was unaware of my eyes snatching glances at him when he would walk past my office.
Donald Berkshire was the vice-president in charge of our division, a prick and a complete ass. He wasted an endless amount of our time requiring employees to participate in contests, morale boosting events, and other useless bullshit but no one dared criticize or complain. One word or action that betrayed your true feelings about this shit would brand you forever as not being a team player or a dangerous maverick. Both labels were certain death sentences that led to being fired without good references. The corporate world can be vicious and you often feel you've sold your soul and self respect to the devil. I'd been a nameless face churning out paper and advice for eleven months when Mr. Estermann called me into his office. He was sitting behind his desk, obviously busy as he reviewed a file in front of him.
"Sit down, Mr. Cooke."
I looked at him suspiciously. It was hard to read his mood and I didn't think I'd done anything that would merit discipline or termination. Still, this was not going to be a good chat, I could definitely tell that.
"Mr. Berkshire has arranged an outing for senior managers and we each have been allowed to select one of our team members to join us."
"Sir?"
"He's booked a canoe trip down the Colorado River to allow us to explore our leadership and problem solving abilities."
Estermann gave me a half smile. Damn, that was the most he'd ever directed to me personally. I generally felt like he was unaware I was on his team.
"Canoeing? And how am I involved?
"I hope you will accompany me as my team member."
"Me, sir? There're lots of others with more seniority than I have. Begging your pardon, sir, but if I get selected over them, my life won't be worth a plugged nickel when we get back."
Estermann snorted. "Oh, I don't know about that. Most of them would view my selection of them as punishment."
"For canoeing? I don't mean any disrespect, sir, but isn't that kind of tame for Mr. Berkshire? Why not white water rafting?"
Estermann laughed at that one. "Let's just say this is a team leadership building exercise, not a determination of who's got the biggest balls."
He handed me a folder.
"This is the information on what you'll need -- your equipment, survival kit, first aid, and information about the camping, what will be provided and what you'll need to bring along yourself."
I looked over the information. I had everything required and more in the storage unit at my condominium.
"When do we leave and how long will we be gone?"
"That's the spirit, Cooke. Thursday at noon we fly out on a corporate jet and we'll return next Tuesday night. I'll have my secretary give you the details." He stood and that was my dismissal.
I returned to my office.
"Great," I thought, "I'll bet they think the ex-army guy can play nursemaid to a bunch of spoiled city slickers."
I had visions of killing Berkshire while on this trip.
I was surprised when I saw the little group at the airport. I knew there were three senior managers, only one of them female. With Berkshire that made four managers and there three others with me who were the assistants. I didn't know any of them but I could easily tell the two women apart. The female manager looked like a controlling bitch and the girl with her looked browbeaten as hell. I boarded the plane with only minimal conversation with the others. Estermann was busy socializing with Berkshire. It was not until we arrived at the lodge that I received my biggest shock. I was to share a room with my boss. There had been no mention of sharing rooms or tents and I'd assumed I'd be paired with one of the junior guys. The instructions had specified tents would be provided along with the canoes and I'd wondered how big they were going to be.
I retired to the bedroom early. At the socializing party that night, after seeing two senior managers and a junior member go to their rooms I'd made my excuses and left the others partying downstairs. Tired after the flight and still somewhat in shock over the rooming arrangements, I wanted to shower and get to bed before Estermann. I was asleep when he came in and showered. From his bath, he walked naked into the room. With his back to me as he searched his suitcase, I was treated to his beautiful muscular body. His ripped muscles were evidence of regular weight lifting and exercise. He had a moderate amount of hair on his legs but otherwise his ass and back were smooth, an ass that begged to be kissed, two prominent buttocks that explained why they filled out his pants so well. He turned in my direction as he pulled his tee shirt over his head treating me to thick hair in his armpits. At a glance I saw the faintest evidence of hairs around his nipples and between his pecs but there was no other hair until I saw a mass of it above his cock and balls. His cock swung as he pulled the shirt down and I could see it was around six inches soft, uncircumcised, and his balls were enclosed tightly in his smooth sack.
"Oh, I see you're awake. I hope I didn't wake you."
"Doesn't matter. I'll fall back off in a couple of minutes."
He didn't seem concerned or upset that I'd seen him naked and he got in bed after turning out the light.
"You ready for tomorrow?" he asked in the dark.
"As I'll ever be."
