Date: Thu, 23 Jun 2011 10:26:33 -0400 From: wild wing <wildwing66@hotmail.com> Subject: Jason's Dilemma - Chapter six Thank you all for the marvelous response to my story. More comments and constructive criticism are always welcome. I will respond. Enjoy! Chapter Six On Wednesday I retrieved the canoe from the crawl space under the cabin, hauled it to the beach and dusted it off. It appeared to be sound although I hadn't used it in well over a year. The life jackets looked a little bedraggled so on my regular supply trip to town on Thursday I purchased two new ones. I decided Thursday afternoon was as good a time as any to test my old canoe skills. Canoes were not Molly's thing but she hated to be left behind even more. I placed a soft pad near the front of the boat and she hopped in. Molly actually added ballast and made the craft easier to steer. I dug the paddle in deep to gain some momentum and using the familiar J-stroke we glided forward. I thought I would run a loop course around Lone Pine Island near the bottom of the lake before returning to the dock. The lake was normally resident to two or three loons. Overnight it seemed an entire flock had moved in. They seemed to herald my approach by uttering their entire repertoire of calls. They reminded me of the various members of an orchestra tuning their different instruments before the commencement of a concert. By the time I returned long dormant muscles were complaining to me about their lack of use. Saturday morning found me making a fresh cup of coffee when Molly began barking and scratching at the door. I knew Jason had returned. I looked out of the window to see him down on the beach running his hands all over the surface of the canoe. As Molly rushed the beach to greet him he stood up, waved and yelled, "Hi Ben! Can we go hunting for wolves today?" We met halfway between the waterfront and the cabin. We kissed passionately while Molly jumped up and down on Jason's leg. "Can't go canoeing just yet. We have to drown proof you first." "What's that?" he asked. I explained, "Canoes can be dangerous. They tip easily especially in rough water. You have to know what to do." I took a closer look at his face as I spoke to him. His eyes were puffy and red. He'd been crying. "I see you've been upset Jason. What's wrong?" Jason sucked in his lip and stared at me with sad eyes. "Mom and Dad had a terrible fight last night," he related. "About?" He paused and then put his eyes down. "They were fighting about me." He paused again. He knew I wanted to hear all about it and I waited. He then slowly looked up and continued. "Dad told me he was going to test the water as he put it. He told mom that he thought it was okay if I visited you occasionally. She went crazy. She started quoting all this Bible stuff like a man shouldn't sleep with another man. She said some nasty things about you. She said you would sodom mix me or something, whatever that means. She also said you would turn me into a homosexual. I know that ain't true cuz I knew I was gay before I met you." "What did your dad say?" I probed. "He argued back and said everything mom had said was nonsense. He kept saying that me coming here would do no harm. Then Mom called Dad the devil's agent and he really got mad with her. It was awful!" At this point the tears were flowing liberally down his face. Jason was really a very sensitive boy. I caressed his cheek before he rested his head on my chest and began to heave. "It's all my fault," he wailed. I clutched him tight. It was time to draw a line in the sand. "No Jason. It is not your fault. It will never be your fault! You know you didn't choose to be gay. Your dad is right! I'm right! You're right! The experts are right! Your sex-ed class is right! Your mother means well and she loves you but she is wrong!" Jason continued to hold me as if his life depended on it. I had to ask him one more question. "Do your parents know you're here today?" "Dad does," he replied. "He asked me this morning if I still wanted to come. When I said yes he said he would handle Mom if there was a problem." "Then let's enjoy the day together," I smiled. He looked up and returned the smile through his tears. Within the hour we began the drown proofing process. Jason insisted we stick to the "rules" and do everything in the water buck naked. I stood some fifty feet from him and encouraged him to swim to me. He plopped down in the water and keeping his head as high as possible he did a perfect imitation of the dog paddle. He covered no more than twenty feet before he stopped and stood up. "That's about it," he gasped. "I can't swim any further than that." I yelled out encouragement. "You need to keep your head down more. That way you can kick your feet out behind you and raise your arms above the water." He tried again but there was no improvement. I waded over to him and suggested, "Let's try this." I placed my hands in the water palms up about a foot and a half apart. I had Jason lie on them. With one support under his chest and the other under his stomach he was able to kick his feet like a pair of scissors. He also kept his head lower and was able to raise his arms a little. He was doing so well I began to lower my hands in the hope he would move off on his own. Instead he reverted right back to the dog paddle. "I think I can do better, Ben, if I got more comfortable first." He asked me to move my hands a little further apart before he lay down on them again. My right hand was suddenly full of naked boy meat: a pulsing boy cock and two soft gonads. "There, that's much more comfortable!" he laughed. Still gripping him I replied, "If you don't get serious I'm going to squeeze my right hand as hard as I can!" "Owwww, my nuts!" he yelled in mock pain. The first segment of the drown proofing had been a failure. I moved on. "If you don't pass the next portion of the drown proofing there will be no canoeing!" I warned him. Jason turned instantly serious. We carried the canoe out to chest deep water and purposely tipped it. It quickly filled with water but the middle of it floated just below the water line. "Now if the canoe tips like this in rough weather you have to be able to crawl into it and then paddle it to shore," I instructed. I got a very interesting view of his ass as he scrambled in. I'll swear his rosebud even blinked at me. Pretending he had lost his paddle he successfully used his hands to move and steer the canoe back to shore. We repeated the process this time placing the boat upside down. He hung on to the end of it and kicked out his legs. With just a little practice he again was able to steer the craft back to shore. We finished the lesson learning some of the basic paddle strokes on dry land. I beamed, "You passed with honours Jason." "That means we can hunt for wolves then huh?" he reminded me. I wasn't going to squelch his enthusiasm but I knew the chances of seeing a wolf was one in ten million. So when we packed I did the next best thing. Along with the hot dogs, towels and fly repellent I packed my copy of "Let Wolves Run Free." With Molly parked between us we soon pushed off with Jason up front and me in the helm position. The sun was playing hide and peek but there was enough warmth that shorts and a t-shirt were sufficient dress. We followed the shoreline, passing towering red and white pines. There was a slight chop and I loved the sound of the slap, slap, slap against the side of our craft. We passed Lone Pine Island and the lake became a long narrow bay. Purple pickerel weed grew in abundance here in the shallow water. The bay became a meandering channel through a marsh. We pushed on through countless water lilies. I had often seen moose browsing here on the water weed. Alas we weren't to see one today. The channel made a hard right turn and we headed for the forest. A solid bank re-formed on each side. A hundred yards later the channel abruptly ended at a chute, a sort of cross between a rapids and a waterfall. "Well, what do we do now?" Jason asked. "We portage," I replied. The trail was relatively short, rising gradually between the rocks and the trees to the waiting lake above. Molly showed her pleasure at being back on solid ground by watering every tree in sight. It took two trips to transport the canoe and all of its contents. Then we rested a moment sitting on some pink granite overlooking the water. The small bay was completely enclosed with just a tiny opening leading to the larger expanse beyond. A wide fringe of lily pads also enclosed the bay and wild irises were abundant along the shoreline. The air was filled with dragonflies darting everywhere, from tiny blue damselflies to the oversized spotted skimmers. A nearby bullfrog made its presence known. It was such an idyllic spot that I could have stayed there the rest of the day before returning. Jason however was game for pushing on. Jason had become quite adept at finding a rhythm in his paddling and we quickly traversed the bay. Entering the channel we found it to be a shallow gravel bar. We got out in ankle deep water and hand guided the canoe to deeper water before climbing back in. We made a turn in the channel and the water opened up and became the glorious vista that was Loon Lake. As I expected we had the entire lake to ourselves. There wasn't a single sign of human habitation to mar the illusion of being in a true wilderness. "I really feel like Dermot Clark now!" Jason shouted. "We should see wolves for sure!" I smiled and dug in my paddle anew. We followed a high granite cliff down one side of the lake. The cliff slowly petered out and a large forested point loomed dead ahead. I guided the canoe gently to shore and we stepped out. "This is our destination Jason. We'll eat and swim here before we return home." "Awwww," he complained, "I wanta go further." "I'd love to," I agreed, "but look at the time. We'll be lucky to get home at a decent hour now." Together we gathered some wood and soon had a nice little fire going to roast our hot dogs over. I sharpened two sticks and gave a dog to Jason to skewer. At this point Jason changed the script by putting the dog between his legs. "Look," he chuckled, "my wiener is as big as yours is now." "Well the length is about right," I agreed. "But I think mine is a little fatter." He then put the end of the dog in his mouth and began to move it quickly in and out. I feigned utter disgust. "That's gross Jason. Where did you ever get such an idea?" He gave me that boy are you dumb look and replied, "Have you looked at the Internet lately?" He had me there. In between the chuckles we did manage to cook a few dogs for ourselves and Molly. The mandatory dip and splash session followed. We finished by lying naked on the beach towels together. Jason rolled over onto his side and laid an arm over my chest. I felt his member make contact with my hip but I said nothing. "School finishes next week and then I want to be with you all the time." I wasn't sure this was the best of ideas and I told him so. "Look your mother believes she's doing the best for you and she isn't stupid. If you're here too much she'll figure it out. My guess is that you'd be heading for a gigantic explosion. I think you're either going to have to convince her that trips to me are okay or do a balancing act to keep her as happy as possible." Jason said nothing for the longest time. His lower lip did a disappearing act. I was kicking myself for destroying the mood of the day. I tried perking him up by reaching for my haversack and retrieving "Let Wolves Run Free." With one arm wrapped around him I had to rely on Jason to turn the pages once more. Almost instantly we were both transported back to the wilds of the northern tundra. I read but a couple of chapters for the time was fleeting. Reluctantly we repacked the canoe and headed home. Jason was one happy canoeist as we gently bumped into the dock. "I sure hope we can do that again, only longer next time," he chortled. Because of the lateness of the day I suggested that I drive him home. He was so exhausted that he didn't object. I let him go a hundred feet from his driveway.