Date: Sat, 24 Nov 2012 15:09:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Ben Ezra Jacobson <ben_ezra_jacobson@yahoo.com>
Subject: chapter 4 of THE CANOE TRIP By Dr. Ben Ezra Jacobson

THE  CANOE TRIP
By: Dr. Ben Ezra Jacobson, Phd.
Chapter 4

     I woke up before day light and looked at the clock radio next to the
bed.  The time was 4:30 AM and suddenly...after sleeping so very soundly
for the last six hours with Ted beside me...I hopped out of bed and made my
way to the bathroom between sounds of his steady breathing.  When I
returned, he snuggled closer and opened his eyes.

     "Hi...Stud, what are you about?"

     "Had to go to the bathroom...bladder call," I responded with a grin.

     "Me too," and he hopped out of bed and stumbled into bathrooms...About
half way through the water flow...I heard him sigh..."Ahhhhh."  I smiled...
it has the same affect on me.  When he came back to bed...he climbed in,
next to me on his side of the bed and reached over and pulled me close.

     "What time is it," he asked?

     "Around 4:30 in the morning."

     "Good," he said..."that means we have time to..."  And he drifted
off...back to sleep.  As he lay there, I thought about how handsome he was
and such a nice personality.  I reached over and touched the side of his
face and felt the beginning of a beard's shadow.  The texture felt good to
the tips of my fingers.  Ted opened his eyes... "sorry...I drifted off,
didn't I?"

     "That's O.K." I said, and reached over and kissed the side of his
face.

     "I like it when you do that," he replied.

     I leaned over and kissed him again...and he returned the favor...
holding me close to him.  I felt his hand on my chest, entwining the chest
hair...and then suddenly moved much lower...taking my manhood in his hands.

     "You're a little firecracker...dude...already hard as a rock...and
craving attention.  He slipped beneath the sheet and I felt his tongue
tracing his descent...into my pubic hair...a long the underside of dick and
then with both lips, went over the end and swallowed it as deep as he could
go.  He went up and down on it a few strokes and then licked my balls.  My
dick was starting to pulsate.

     "Man", he chortled, " You could choke a horse with your rod this
morning."

     As he went down on me again...I plunged it hard forward into the back
of his throat.  Again and again I pushed and he accepted until the taste of
pre-cum was getting more prolific.  He suddenly pulled away.

     "I want that...but not this soon," he said, as he moved forward to my
neck and started kissing it.

     I was fondling his groin and squeezed his balls and then his dick...
which was as hard as mine and much bigger.  I rolled over on my stomach and
Ted began to massage my back and then my butt.  He ran his tongue over each
buttocks and then pushed his tongue into my crevice.  I arched my back and
pulled my knees up under my chest with my arse in the air.  Ted begin to
run his tongue over the pucker and then down around the balls.  It was so
intense...he then took his tongue and ran it all over my hips and legs...
and sucked on my toes.  This was something entirely new to me.  No one had
ever tried to suck on my toes...and although it was not unpleasant...I
preferred he aim a little higher.

     "Ted, that feels good... but my dick feels better," I spoke to him.
He returned to my groin and again popped my dick into his mouth and this
time...began to bear down just so slightly with his teeth.

     "Damn...that is so good.  Do it again only this time a little harder,"
I told him.

     This time he bit down harder and it would have hurt had it not been
for his quick release of my prong.

     "I want to 69 you," he said.

      I turned around and climbed over his body and again he put my dick
into his mouth and I took his into my mouth.  We moved in rhythm to each
others sighs.  Ted tasted so good...clean and manly.  He seemed in no hurry
to get off.  We continued to 69 in a variety of positions until it was
necessary to come up for air.

     "I could do this to you all day...if you were willing," he said.

      " I am willing...but your boss probably would not approve," I
answered him back.

     "No, he would not...unless he was home with his wife doing the same
thing," he responded.

     "Ted...have you never had sex with a girl,"?  I asked of him.

     "Yes, once...and it was like having a dead fish in bed...I got
absolutely nothing out of it.  Oh, she tried...but only a man knows how a
man feels.  Even the most accomplish female can not suck a dick like
another man can.  Some guys dispute that fact...but most of them have never
had sex with another naked guy."

     "Have you had sex with a girl," he asked me.

     "I have not.  I started with an occasional sex experience with a buddy
when I was about twelve years old...and liked it.  Somewhere deep with in
me...I have thought about girls...but just never felt inclined to go that
way.  Then after doing oral and anal...I was sure I did not want to go the
other way.  I never have tried it."

     We kissed a couple more times...and then he said, "Ben..., roll over
on your stomach again."

     I rolled onto my stomach and relaxed.  I felt him rub a lubricant onto
my sphincter...and then felt the head of his dick pressing against my
orifice.  His dick pushed in easily...and surprisingly...I felt no
discomfort.  He pushed deep within and rested there.  His warmth against me
was so comforting...it would have been easy for him to just lay there on
top of me for a long, long time.  Then he begin to pull out and then push
in again...slowly.  As his shaft rubbed next to my engorging prostate...I
could feel every vibration, ever since of a pulsating cock.  I was hoping
that I would not get so excited that I would cum before he did.  A quick
glance at the clock showed that our sexual interlude had been going on less
than ten minutes.  Relax...I said to myself and enjoy his pushing in and
pulling partially out.  The orgasmic sensation was building but yet did not
peak to a crescendo.  In and out, in and out, in and out.
 It felt like


 I was going to loose my load.  He was not only getting longer but thicker
and the contact of his cock against my sphincter was so intense...that it
did not seem possible I could hold off much longer...and then he jerked and
pushed forward...hard into me and screamed in my ear..."Oh...oh...oh...and
I felt him ejaculate into my canal.

     "Oh my gosh...it's still going..." he stammered and again thrust
forward, again and again.  I could feel his seed seeping out as he pulled
back and thrust forward again.

     "Don't move..." he said...I will grab a towel.

      He laid the towel down next to me and flipped me over onto it...and
again went down on my shaft with his mouth.  My dick was standing at full
attention.

     "If you feel your self starting to cum, don't hold back...let it
shoot," he instructed.

     "Oh believe me...I will," I responded.

     Again he went down on my shaft, and with copious amounts of saliva, my
dick got slick fast.  He must have felt the intensity building because he
put more pressure on it with his lips...and in a moment...I exploded into
his mouth.  This time, he did not spit...but continued to go up and down on
it until the head of my dick became so sensitive that I pulled out of his
mouth quickly and covered it with the towel.

     "Too sensitive man...can't take anymore," I exclaimed.

     "I know what you mean...some times I get that way too.

      I looked at the clock...it said 6:30 AM...that was a fast two
hours...where did the time go.

     "Man...why is it that the things that feel the best go the fastest,"
Ted snapped.  "I have to get you back to the rangers station in less than
30 minutes.  Grab a quick shower...and I'll fix us something quick to eat."

     We wolfed down some pop tarts and hot chocolate and ran out to Ted's
truck.  The rain had let up a bit...but it was still sprinkling.  I
wondered what the other guys would be like when we got back to the ranger's
station.  As we drove into the driveway...all of the guys were inside.  As
we went in...all faces turned to me and eye brows went up...they were
asking in a silent gesture..."well, did you get it last night."

     I smiled and shook my head no.  Their countenances fell.

     Tom looked at me and mouthed, " You didn't get it last night?"

     "No," I whispered as soft as I could, " I did not get a stiff dick up
the ass last night."

     The others looked down at the floor...obviously surprised and
disappointed.  I was not going to tell them that Ted was the one who got it
last night and I was the one who gave it to him.  I didn't get it until
this morning.

     The Ranger interrupted our silent dialog, "We are going to take you to
the island to check out your gear and see how things faired.  The storm
danger is over...but the rain may be here for a few days.  It may be
necessary to bring your gear to shore and regroup."

     There was a break in the rain and Ted and the Ranger took us in their
boat to the island.  What had been a nice landing was now a mud bog.  We
climbed on the stones up to the camp site and found our camp in chaos.  The
wind had beat the tents down.  Evidently the rain had wet the ground to
such an extent that the tent stakes had given away in the wind.  The picnic
table and dinning fly were all on the ground.  The storm had been
particularly brutal to the island and our camp site on a high spot had
taken the brunt of both wind and rain.  We gathered up the pots and pans
and eating utensils and but them into some heavy duty bags that the ranger
had given us.  The tents when blown down and had allowed the rain to
enter...and we found that all the sleeping bags were soaked with not a dry
spot on them anywhere.  The clothing that we had left in the tent was also
saturated.  We found nothing that wasn't soaked to the core.  We
 gathered clothing and sleeping gear and placed them into heavy plastic
bags and then rolled up the tents and placed them also into plastic bags.

     "You boys are not going to be able to use your camping gear again
until it is dried out and cleaned up," the ranger said.  "We'll take your
things back to the station and tow your canoes behind the boat.  It may
take a few days...but not to worry...we will help you set everything right.
We can dry your tents and camping gear in the boat house, and your
clothing...we can rewash and dry at our homes...if you do not mind being
our house guests a few more days."

     I think we were all overwhelmed at their kindness.  The Ranger called
his wife and told her of our predicament...and she said that she would love
to have us for a few more days.  She told us later that it was like having
the grandchildren home for a visit.  Mitch and his wife also agreed...that
we should stay with them for a few more days.  The lake side community
seemed to come to our aid...and it was amazing how kind and encouraging
they all were toward us.

     Ted leaned over to me and whispered low... "I don't want you to leave
either."

      As he passed behind me to his work station...I felt his hand pat my
butt.  For once...I was not in a hurry to get the canoes back in the water
and move on down the waterway.

     In the boat house, we suspended our tents with cords from the rafters
and pulled the side walls open so that fans could dry out the moisture and
prevent the nylon canvas from molding.  Sleeping bags had to be washed and
dried in commercial dryers at a near by laundry mat.  Our canoes were also
brought into the boat and we toweled them down to remove most of the
moisture from with in and put fans on the seams to draw out the moisture
from the ballast chambers in the bow and stern.  One of the older residents
suggested that the aluminum canoes might benefit from a waxing with some
car wax.  As much as one would think that young people would not care for
such activities...we all knew that wax on a canoe made it lift better in
the water...much like wax on snow skies made them glide better down a
mountain slope.

      With the day committed to cleaning up our gear...we realized that the
good citizens of this lake side community were doing us a great favor with
all their help and assistance.  We felt such a profound sense of gratitude
for their generosity.  One local resident had a car buffing polisher...and
it did not take long at all to put a high sheen on the bottom and sides of
our canoes.

     We sat around for over an hour and devoured our salads and pizza.  The
locals were very friendly and engaging.  We were becoming familiar with
them and none of us were particularly anxious to return to base camp.  By
middle afternoon, the thunder storm stirred up again and the rain fell in
torrents.

     "Well, what should we do this afternoon," Tom asked.  "go back to the
boat house and play cards?"

     Fred turned from the window and said, "well, it doesn't look like it
is going to be fit to be outside.  It really is getting dark along the
horizon.  Are they sure there are no tornadoes in the North Woods..?"

     A guy across the aisle...had heard Fred's remark and turned to face
us.

     "You know...there was a tornado up here in the late 1890's and it
wiped out the whole community...even the lake blew away" ...and on and on
he rambled.  As we looked at the other listeners...grinning from ear to
ear...we knew that we were being treated to a north woods yarn.  It was a
catchy story...but completely created...probably from a whiskey bottle.  We
thanked him for his information as we departed during a lull in the rain
and made a dash for the boat house.

      At the boat house...Ted and the Ranger were checking the drying
progress of our gear.  The humidity was so high with the thunder showers
that the tents and our gear were not drying out much.  We tried to light
one of the camp stoves...but the fuel in the tank was ruined...and we had
to discard it.  The gallon can of stove fuel was also ruined...and it too
had to be discarded.  Once we got on the water again...we would have to
find a spot to buy camp fuel or cook on wood...which was not likely because
of the rain and saturated scrap wood.  It was a distraction to be
sure...but we were unconcerned for the present time.

    The ranger asked us if we would like to go on patrol with them and of
course we all said yes.  Surely we would not be going out in the patrol
boat on the water.  As it was...we were going to go by vehicle to some of
the lakes in the area to see if all the camp grounds were secure and to
make sure that there had been no lightning strikes.  Those who stayed with
the Ranger and his wife...went with the Ranger in his station wagon.  Mitch
took his two guests with him in his Jeep and Ted and I got into his truck
and went on our circuit.  We would all meet back at the Ranger station when
done...and hopefully before the dinner hour.  Ted and I did not see the
others until later in the evening just before closing time.

     "We have a special route this afternoon.  We are driving over to White
Sands lake and check on the Scout Canoe Base.  There is a report of a
lightning strike on one of the buildings."

     " I hope there is no lightning strike," I responded...but I had been
to the Canoe Base with the scouts six years ago when the troop that I
belonged to, had come up for a two week tour.  The weather had moderated a
bit...again, and the drive over to White Sands was very pleasant.  As we
drove along...Ted unzipped his pants and took his dick out.  As he held it
in his hand...it started rising.. And looked good.

     "Want to give me a suck?"

     "Sure," I said...and looking behind and seeing no traffic, and none
approaching from the front view...took a breath of air...and ducked below
the view of the windshield.

     Ted tasted great.  He still tasted like the Irish Spring soap he had
showered with that morning...and I could not get enough of his taste and
his smell.  With my head bobbing up and down on his dick...he grew a little
bit longer and a little bit thicker.  I unbuckled his slacks and pulled his
dick over the top of his underwear.  He raised up a bit and I pulled his
pants down to his knees...and sucked away.  It only took about five minutes
to get results.  He shot his load into my mouth and for a minute...I was
concerned that he might not keep the truck on the road...but he recovered
quickly.  At a stop sign, he wiped the last vestiges of semen from the head
of his dick with an old red shop rag...and pulled his pants up, snapped,
buckled and zipped.  In a matter of minutes we were rolling in to Canoe
Base...as Ted grinned with a very contented look on his face.