Date: Thu, 29 Nov 2012 05:43:56 -0800 (PST)
From: Ben Ezra Jacobson <ben_ezra_jacobson@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 2 of Remembrances of Fish Trap Lake
To my readers...please feel free to email me of your opinions of this story
format. The data recorded here comes from my journals that I have kept
over the years of the many interesting people that I have met and places I
have been. I would love hearing from you. Thanks. BEJ
REMEMBRANCES OF FISH TRAP LAKE
By: Dr. Ben Ezra Jacobson, PhD.-Literature
Chapter two
July 11, 1967
Dear Ted,
Thanks for a wonderful letter. I was so deeply amazed at the offer
for money for a train or plane ticket to the north woods...but I can not.
Next week, the university is having preregistration and it is totally
necessary for me to be here. If I had the money...I would make you the
same offer, buddy.
What has happened to the drunk kids on the lake during the Fourth of
July. You mentioned the parents of the girls were talking about getting an
attorney and suing. What did the boys parents have to say about the whole
thing..? Were the boys cute? Did you see any stiffies?
I was in the Old Main administration building the other day and
stepped into the men's room to tap a kidney. The building was built in the
1890's or so... and the urinals are all on a raised level by one step.
There was one person at the urinal . He was hanging out in all his
glory...but not peeing. It was like he was wanting to show his hardware.
He was very chatty with me...and said that it was so nice out...that he
thought he would just let it hang out. We both laughed. He had a faculty
tag on his belt..so he had to be a professor...but he could not have been
over 35 or so. I think if I had been agreeable...he would have taken me to
his office for a roll in the hay...but time was not my friend and I could
not give in to the impulse. He was not as handsome as you...but like
you...hung like a horse...( I am grinning...can you feel it!)
We ..the boy's and I went canoeing last week during a week evening and
stayed over on the island at the lake. We did play around a bit...but it
was not satisfying at all. I could keep hearing your voice and seeing your
face. The rest had a good time...but I went out into the south end of the
island and beat off. It was the best I could do with you on my mind.
Did you get a break the next day after the 4th. I hope so. Give my
best wishes to the friends up there. Miss you...Love...
Ben
Fish Trap Lodge Boulder Junction, Wisconsin July 27th, 1967
Dear Ben,
Sorry for my delay in writing back. The tourist season has been in
full force. Some people on the water loose all common sense. You would
think that they would realize that booze and boats is a very dangerous
combination. Ranger Parker says it is older folks trying to hang on to the
last vestiges of their youth. There was a party on Fish Trap Island and it
got out of control. A couple of guys nearly had a shoot out over some
girl. If they had been sober, they would have realized what a dog she
was...but they were thinking with their dicks and not their brains. She
looked like she had been around the horn many times. They had been smoking
something and it wasn't Lucky Strikes and then add the booze...and they
were a mess. The girl looked like she had been rodded with a baseball bat.
You would have needed a lantern to find you way out of that cavern. It was
disgusting. She smelled like sweat and booze and had cum running down her
legs. I almost gagged when they got into our boat to be taken to shore.
The men were handcuffed and cursing a blue streak. They will feel like
fools when their families have to come bail them out.
It rained here this evening and I built a fire in the fire place and
ate supper on the braided rug and pretended you were here with me. A buddy
from High School came by one night last week and stayed and stayed. I
invited him to spend the night. We used to play around a bit...and we
tried to get together but the minute I touched him...he dropped his load
and rolled over and went to sleep. Afterwards, I felt ashamed. It was you
that I wanted not him. The next morning, he left at the crack of dawn and
I have not heard a word from him since. He came by a couple of years
ago...and did the same thing. There are those who think that it is all
about them...and once their needs are met...and I might add very quickly
met...they are done with you. Guess he hurried back to his wife and kids.
I am not going to make that mistake again.
I should not be telling you about my weaknesses...but I feel them so
emphatically strong since you returned home. A scandal would end my career
in the Rangers...and usually I am not so foolish as to expose myself to
that kind of danger...but I would give it all up today...to have you here
next to me.
Miss You...Ted
August 7, 1967
Hi Ted,
It was good to get your last letter...albeit very short. Don't feel
bad about your occasional encounter since I left. We both have needs and
those needs sometimes just have to be met by what ever means we can find.
You can give someone else your dick without giving them your heart. That
which you have told me has not diminished in the least how much I feel for
you and how much I cherish our friendship. Please do not be troubled by
it. I would not want you to give up your career but am so very touched
that you would sacrifice it for me as a partner. If I were closer to your
age and had my college days behind me...I would accept your offer in a
split second. Well...actually, let me restate that...as age has nothing to
do with it. If I had my college education behind me...I would accept your
offer in a split second.
I went for orientation at school a couple of days ago...and some of my
high school friends were there. We shared a few laughs. Some of them will
be in my classes. There was some kid from one of the schools that our
sports team used to play. I had met him before at some of the ball games.
He sat down with me at the same table as we filled
Out course paper work. When another kid sat down next to him...he scooted
over to make room and we were shoulder to shoulder. I could feel the
warmth from his body and it made me think of the times I slept next to you
at the cabin. For a moment...I felt heart sick...and lonely for you. His
name is John...and he made no attempt to move away from being so close.
Later, he followed me into the restroom and as he stood next to me at the
urinal...he pulled out a cock that was very much like yours...big, but
uncut...and it would have choked a horse. He did not put himself away
until after I put myself away. He was sure sending a strong signal.
We went on through the admittance lines and paid our fees and got our
books. I took my things to my car and then went back for the orientation
seminar. Again John came over and sat next to me. His knee touched mine
several times. I did not pull away...because I wanted to see where he
would go with it. He did not pull away either. We broke for lunch at the
dinning room social and after wards...he got up and left the room...saying
he was going to the men's room. He did not come back after about twenty
minutes...so I went to the men's room to see if he was ok. Once inside,
there was only one person in a stall with the door closed.
I called out his name and he answered, "What."
"Are you ok...you didn't come back," I said.
"Yeah...I am fine...I was waiting for you," he answered back. Since
the room was empty except the two of us...I went into the stall next to him
and closed the door. He had his jeans and briefs down around his
ankles...and then he got up and turned...and then dropped to his knees and
stuck his stiff dick under the stall wall. It was at full mast. When I
touched it...it quivered. I had not played with an uncut cock before...and
was interested in how he was different. He wanted some oral...but I could
not do that because there was a semen build up under his sheath.
"I am sorry John...I can't...I have not cultivated a taste for your
kind of build up...sorry."
He said he was sorry too and got up, pulled himself together and left.
I am sure I offended him..but I can't suck a dick that has not had proper
hygienic care. Some guys can...but I can not.
You were always so thoughtful about your cleanliness. Guess I am
still comparing every one else to you...and they come up short...no pun
intended.
Miss you...
Ben
Boulder Junction, Wisconsin September 1, 1967
Hey there Buddy,
Sorry for my delay in writing to you. I was at the Capital for some
training and got home a couple of days ago. Your letter was thought
provoking. I know what you mean about hygiene. I never liked to be around
an unkempt person. The scenario you described about your friend John did
not surprise me. I would have reacted the same way. Let me tell you that
individuals with your demeanor should never apologize for some slob not
taking care of himself. You do not have to demean yourself by dealing with
that kind of situation. That is the reason I love you so much. You
brought the best out in me when you were here...and I have not forgotten
it. You are better off to tend to matters yourself than succumb to that
kind of unsavory situation.
When I was at the capital...I went to a Gentleman's club one night and
met up with a fellow who reminded me of you. There was a glory hole and I
pushed through. It took less than five minutes to get results...and I
never spoke to the person on the other side nor saw his face. It was
relief...but not the kind of special relief one really wants. I am
resolved not to do that again. I have said that to myself before...and
ended up doing it again...and feeling crummy afterwards. Somehow...I think
my memories of our time together this summer has changed how I feel about
stepping out of line. I felt like I was cheating...and it has stayed with
me.
I know you will likely tell me that since we can not get together
again anytime soon to avail myself of any opportunity..but we should feel
relief and better afterwards...not worse. I am resolved not to be so
foolish in the future.
Most of the tourists are in the final stages of leaving. The Canoe
Base has closed and all the seasonal workers are gone. All the canoes are
in storage and the place looks like a deserted army barracks with the
exception of the maintenance and security folks that will be there all
winter. We understand that the insurance company did pay off on the
lightning strike and damage. Since the barrack has been repainted...you
can not tell that it ever was the scene of a brief encounter with fate. I
am still so glad that none of the scouts or leaders were affected by the
lightning strike. I still reflect on our time there together.
Miss you buddy...big time. Write to me.
Ted
September 27, 1967
Dear Ted,
We have completed our first exams. I wonder if perhaps I have not
bitten off more than I can chew. The exams were trying...and although I
think I did fairly well on them...my focus was more on you and how your are
doing in the North Woods. We should have our grades posted by next Friday.
The worst class is literature...how anyone could want a degree in
literature is beyond me. Most of the professors are so full of themselves.
They seem so out of touch with the real world as they interpret obscure
poetry that doesn't make any sense. It makes me wonder what the authors
were smoking or drinking before they started to write. Honestly...anyone
who would pursue a career in any of the literary fields has to be as flakey
as Betty Crocker's biscuits.
A couple of the professors have a reputation of giving good grades to
anyone...girl or guy...who will suck their dicks in their office...or allow
them to suck yours. It turns my stomach to think of some old fat man
slobbering away on you. Now if they looked like you...I might be able to
be persuaded. :-)
Thinking of you always...
Ben
October 13, 1967
Hi Ted,
Did you get my last letter? I have not heard from you in weeks and
you have me worried buddy. I called your phone several times over the last
week end...and you did not answer. Are you ok...I am getting concerned
about not hearing from you. Please drop me a note or give me a call so I
know you are ok.
Miss You...Ben
October 31, 1967
Ted...Why haven't you called or written. I called the rangers
station...and the man I spoke to said that you were no longer working
there...but would give me no more information than that. What has
happened. I am frantic for news of you. Please write or call. If I have
said something offensive...forgive me...I have to know that you are ok.
Please contact me A.S.A.P.
Ben