Date: Sun, 25 Nov 2012 12:55:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Ben Ezra Jacobson <ben_ezra_jacobson@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter Five of the Canoe Trip by Ben Ezra Jacobson.
THE CANOE TRIP
By: Dr. Ben Ezra Jacobson, PhD.
Chapter 5
At the Canoe Base Camp...we could find no damage to any of the
buildings. One barrack type building had a definite heat mark from the
roof to the ground and the paint was scorched from the high heat of the
lightning bolt that had hit it...but there was no fire...and inside...no
smoke damage. On the whole...we had to agree that the camp was indeed, in
very good shape considering the event that had happened. All the scouts
had been in the dinning hall when the lightning had struck...and no one had
been injured. Ted took a full report and radioed back to the ranger
stations base...that all were safe. The dispatched had acknowledged the
news and had reminded Ted that he was off duty in five minutes...and to be
careful on his drive back to base. Ted ten-four'd the information and we
headed for the truck.
"Want to take a scenic route back home," he asked?
"Sure...why not," I replied. "Where is this scenic route?"
"We will take the county gravel road instead of the black top...and at
Miller's point...there is a scenic over view that looks out over several of
the lakes...you will see, shortly."
It was not too long until we had arrived at the overlook. Ted turned
off the truck and handed me his binoculars. Look across the north side
there...and you can see Upper Fish Trap from here.
"Man that is so cool," I said, "You can even see the island from
here."
"Sure can."
I handed the binoculars back to him...and he put them into the case.
The scenic over view road would accommodate only one way travel...and there
was no one else there.
Ted turned to me and said... "OK...it's your turn...take your pants
off...I want to suck your dick now."
I grinned as I unbuckled, unzipped and slid jeans and shorts
down...and stepped out of them. Leaning back against the truck door, I
pulled one leg up against the back of the seat...and gave him full access
to my lower body.
Ted whistled and said, "Man that is nice."
He slowly moved in for some exploration and some activity. He ran his
tongue all over the lower parts of my body...even to titillating my
sphincter. Back and forth between the orifice, balls and dick. As much as
I was enjoying the attention...I felt like he was giving me a lot more
attention than I had given to him an hour earlier. When I suggest to him
that he had been cheated...he told me to shut up and enjoy it. Enjoy it I
did. It did not take much sucking until I explode semen all over his face.
He took the same red shop rag and cleaned me up and held on until I had
pulled myself together. After I was totally dressed and leaning back
against the seat...he leaned over and kissed me on the lips.
"Let's go home," He said.
"Yes...home," I replied back...patting him on the shoulder.
Back at the cabin...we touched base with all the other guys by
phone...and settled in for a bit of supper.
"Let's build a fire in the fireplace," Ted suggested.
"And roast some weenies," I asked...grinning.
"Let's have some more solid food...and do something else with the
weenies again...later."
I laughed. Ted was a dynamo. If he ran down...I hoped it would be
after our paths had crossed for the last time.
We broke up some small sticks and laid them on a piece of crumpled
news paper in the fireplace and then stacked some bigger sticks on top and
then some kindling and then a couple of small logs and touched the crumpled
newpaper with a single match. The fire started immediately and the heat
felt good...but better yet was the aroma of the kindling and logs.
Ted fixed burgers on the grill of the stove and added some potato
salad he had bought at the deli. We whipped up a small salad and got out
pickles and olives
from the refrigerator and some cantaloupe shipped in from someplace in the
south. We sat on the braided rug in front of the fireplace and ate supper
and enjoyed the fire.
"You know...we are probably going to have to head back to Boulder
Lake, sometime tomorrow," I said.
" I know," Ted returned.
" I do not want to go," I said.
"Me neither...I don't want you to go," he responded.
"Got to return to school in the fall...EIU."
Ted looked at me with a hard but kind stare... "Stay with me."
"Can't...my folks would be really upset with me. They don't know
that I am...I mean, they do not know how I feel about somethings...I mean
about...well, you know what I mean."
" I do know what you are saying...but I don't want you to go."
I leaned over and placed my head on his shoulder and he reached around
me and put his arm about me ...and pulled me close. The fire crackled away
in the fireplace. We were contented to lay against the base of the sofa in
each others company and watch the glow.
Sometime around 9:00 PM, the phone rang and Ted jumped up to answer
it. He was in the kitchen for some time. When he returned..he said that
the Ranger was concerned about our being able to navigate the flooded
waterways back to Boulder Lake...and that he, the ranger was going to take
us and all of our canoes and gear back to the Birchwood Campgrounds on a
large service truck tomorrow. This was both good and bad news. Good to be
safely back at base camp..and bad because it meant that time with Ted was
fast coming to an end.
We called the other guys and passed the word that we were leaving
tomorrow. They all seemed delighted with the prospects.
"Yeah...me too," I lied.
I stood in the dark kitchen...after hanging up the phone...and looked
out the window into the dark night. I had been happier these last few days
than any other time in my life and now it was ending. I felt Ted's arms
slip around me and I jumped. He put his face next to the hard surface of
my face and whispered... "Stay here with me."
At that moment...I could have chucked everything and done just
that...but sensibility stayed with me...and turning to face him...I said
again, "I can't."
He released a deep sigh and then replied, " I know."...and kissed me
again.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
I heard every strike of the mantle clock above the fireplace. Through
out the night Ted reached over and touched my arm to make sure I was there.
He must have been dreaming that he had awakened in the night and I was
gone. Despite the lack of sleep...the morning sunrise came too quickly. I
was up at first light, shaved, showered and ready for the day. Ted
followed shortly...but said little. We ate toast for breakfast and when we
spoke...it was pleasant busy conversation without mentioning the imminent
parting of our two companies.
True to his word...the ranger was at the boat house with a large truck
and he and Mitch were in the processes of loading our canoes...when we all
returned. We repacked the dry tents, folded our clothing and rebagged
it...and gathered all of our camping gear. The Ranger and Mitch would
drive us to the Birchwood Camp Ground...and Ted would man the ranger
station. It was probably for the best. It kept us from giving away our
feelings and allowed the anonymity that Ted had wanted. We shook hands
with all the lake side families that had come to see us off...and waved as
we drove away. They were soon just specks down the road from whence we had
come.
The arrival at Birchwood did not take such a long time. We found the
big green Ford station wagon where we had left it...and I drove it to our
original camp site. We would stay our last night at Birchwood...and start
for home in the morning. I dreaded the drive home...the others talked of
getting there and all they intended to do. It was a happy thought for
them. For me...no such feeling.
We drove into town and had lunch a place called TIPPY'S ...burgers,
fries and cokes and then meandered around the community visiting with other
tourists and locals. In the evening...we took steaks and potatoes we had
purchased at a store and grilled them out on one of the Birchwood grills.
We hiked around the campground and packed as much in the car as we could
spare so that our departure in the morning would not be delayed by needless
details. With a pot of hot tea simmering on the camp fire...we took turns
talking about our several days on the mainland with the Fish Trap locals
and their kind hospitality to us. Each of the guys had asked me about my
stay with Ted and what went wrong that we did not get together.
"Look," I had said...trying hard to keep a straight face and not
betray the confidence that I had pledged to keep, "It just wasn't meant to
be...O.K."
They in turn would nod and say, "O.K."
I hoped that my emotion would not give me away. I had spoken pretty
strongly about it...and they had responded like a child does when he has
been severely scolded. Their comments to me the rest of the evening was
minimal and when it was time to roll out sleeping bags for the night...no
one offered to share my tent. I went to bed alone. I felt alone too. Now
I could lay in my cold sleeping bag, in my cold tent...and feel sorry for
myself...maybe even resolve to sign off on any more camping trips forever
or longer.
For the first half hour...I could hear low murmurs and some laughter
in the other tents...but little by little...they all became silent as the
fatigue of the day and the anticipation of home, came upon them. I had
slept so very little last night...and now when I should be sleeping...I
could not. The sounds of the night were loud in my ear...buzzing of
mosquitoes, a strange bird calling in the night, crickets chirping...and in
the distance...the sound of some old truck spinning it's tires on the
gravel tote road...then a sound of a car door opening and then closing in a
strange muffled sort of sound...as if the owner did not want to disturb any
of the campers who might be sleeping. I lay there listening...foot steps
coming nearer. Who could be nosing around our camp at this time of night.
I reached for my flash light...not knowing whether to shine it...or throw
it. Then the sound of my tent's zipper going up slowly. What
should I do. Just as a face appeared through the screening beneath the
flap...I switched on the light. There in the door way with a silly grin on
his face...was Ted.
"What are you doing here," I questioned?
"I had to come, I couldn't sleep...and I had to come and find you,"
he said.
I was dumb founded...but glad to see him... "Get yourself in
here...before some one sees you"..I whispered.
Ted crawled into my tent and turned to re-zip the flaps. Then
turning back to me, scooted next to me and said, " I couldn't help it. I
had to come see you. I didn't want to part badly."
"I was feeling sorry for myself," I responded, " and made my camping
buddies sore with me. They all bedded down with each other and abandoned
me to my miseries."
"I was feeling pretty miserable too," he replied. I want to
apologize for putting a guilt trip on you. I should not have done
that...it was just that I was hurting and not dealing with it very well."
"I know," I said... " I was not dealing with it very well either."
Ted grinned, "Is there room in that sleeping bag for two?"
I chuckled, "Only if we lay on our sides."
"My favorite position," he responded and peeled off his clothing
and climbed into my sleeping bag...buck ass naked.
The rest of the night passed in a flash.
The next morning...as the sun came up...five grinning faces were
staring in at the two of us, huddled in my sleeping bag.
"Never touched each other...huh," one after another said.
"Ben...You are such a liar." Then they all laughed and came barging into
the tent. The pushed us, prodded us and rolled over us...messing up our
hair and making cat calls...until Ted climbed out of my sleeping bag so
they could get a look at his hard ware.
"Damn, no wonder you wanted to spend all your time with him," they
said.
One of the guys grabbed Ted's clothing and ran out of the tent. They
said that they were going to hide it and he would have to drive his truck
home naked and with a hard on. After a few minutes of teasing...his
clothes were returned to him...he dressed...and came out of the tent to
have breakfast with us.
"I am sorry to see you all leave. Keep me posted if you get a chance
to get back sometime later this summer...," he told us all. It was nearly
time for him to report to duty. I walked him to his truck...and as he
climbed in...thanked him for making my morning a lot brighter than the one
yesterday had been.
"You have my phone number and address. Phoning is expensive...so I
will not expect you to call very often...but write to me. I am a good
letter writer...even though I do not spell very well...I will answer every
letter you send," he pledged.
I believed he would do just according to his word. We kissed each
other one last time for this trip...and he drove off...waving out the
window until he was out of sight.
I left Birchwood Campgrounds in a lot better humor than when I had
returned to it yesterday. It took very little time to finish packing the
LTD stationwagon...and soon we were headed south towards home. We arrived
at our parents home around 6:00 PM that evening after driving almost 600
miles in nearly eleven hours. It was good to get home. I wrote out a card
to Ted and mailed it that evening...and expected that he would receive it
in a few days. Much to my surprise...there was a letter from him the
following Monday.
I spent the rest of the summer working and preparing to return to
college in the fall. Ted was true to his word and was a faithful
correspondent. We did not get to return to Boulder Junction later that
summer...but when it was time to return to school...I did so...and a few
weeks later...there was a sudden surprise.
Perhaps I will tell you more about it...when I get a chance. Ted's letters
were so descriptive of the life around Fish Trap lake...perhaps I will
share some of them with you as well. For now...just be reassured that it
was a great summer.
Ben Ezra Jacobson