Date: Thu, 8 Apr 2004 23:19:14 -0400
From: BWCT admin <bwctadmin@cox.net>
Subject: Boundary Waters Canoe Trip Chapter 5

Boundary Waters, Chapter 5

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            Sunday morning signaled the end of our stay at the second
camp, so we once again packed our belongings up and continued canoeing on
down the lake.  It was the warmest day yet, and I even entertained the
idea of going for a swim that day, surprisingly enough.

            Chris and I were very talkative that morning, joking and
laughing, being the goofballs that everyone knew us to be.  Ferd and
Chuck "encouraged" us to move a little faster, as we lagged behind the
group most of the way.  We were a little to into ourselves to get all
motivated to kick ass.

            Mike and Jason attempted to race Nolan and Travis for a
while, but we knew it was a lost cause.  Nolan and Trav were far better
at canoeing than they were, but that certainly didn't stop them from
trying.

            Nick and his father spent time arguing about who should have
been in the bow, and who in the stern positions.  Chuck often used his
parental authority to make the decision, something that they could have
worked out without causing as much drama as they did.  Then again, it's
not like my opinion of Chuck was going to change anytime soon, so he
might as well play his role.

            Tony and Gene toted Dr Cross as their passenger that day.
They seemed to be having their own adult conversation which we really had
no desire to relate to.  What 16 year old wants to talk about the
electrician business?

            When we stopped for lunch shortly after noon, Travis
approached me excited.  "Dude, can I please be your canoeing partner
this afternoon?"

            "Geez, man," I really didn't know how to answer, "I've
already got Chris.  Umm.....Why don't you go ask him if he doesn't mind
switching with you?  It's really his choice, not mine."

            "Ok, thanks!" he stumbled over to Chris, their conversation
too far away for me to hear.  Mumbled hysterics and excited body
movements from Travis seemed to be his way of convincing my boyfriend to
hand me over for the day.  When he started jumping up and down and
screamed "Yes," I pretty much knew that the deal had been sealed.  He
gave Chris a big hug and ran back over to me.  "He said yes!  He said
yes!"

            "Dude, calm down.  If you sink my canoe today I'm gonna
kick your ass!"  I playfully pushed his shoulder and he laughed and
pushed me back.  We started wrestling on the ground, and I became worried
when I noticed someone getting a little too excited over a supposedly
platonic act of goofery.  I stood up and gently pushed him away.  "Ok,
Trav, that's enough."

            I sauntered back over to Chris to verify that he was cool
with the arrangement, and he surprised me with his answer.  "It'll make
me even more excited to see you tonight....."  A wink was all I needed to
know that he was cool with it and was even planning to "make up for lost
time" later that night.  I squeezed his shoulder and took my paddle and
life jacket over to Travis' canoe, giving Nolan a high five as we passed
each other.

            "Take care of my...." I almost faltered, "....Brother."
Yeah, that would work.  That's not suggestive at all.

            "No prob'," Nolan answered in his hoarse but sweet
prepubescent voice.  I hate to say that I never gave him much chance in
my "people to screw" list, because he probably deserved to be on it.
He had a deep natural skin tone, being of Central American heritage,
tight curly hair, well developed muscles from the training of the many
sports in which he was involved.  Even his eyes were electrifying, his
lips sensuous.  The damn kid was beautiful, but, he was not for me.  I
had my one and only and wasn't going to do anything to jeopardize that.

            After exchanging our personal gear, we took to water with our
new canoeing partners.  Chris got a chance to take the bow this time, as
I had occupied that position most of the week.  I was never good at the
"J-stroke" which was the foundation to properly navigating the stern of
a canoe.  I stayed in the bow and made Travis take stern, the bastard
that I was.  He didn't mind though.  As soon as there was far enough
space between us and neighboring canoes, Travis started asking me tons of
questions about Chris and I.

            "So how long have you been in love?"  "Have you had sex
yet?"  "How big is his cock?"  "Is he a top or a bottom?"

            "Dude," I told him, "those questions are WAY too
personal.....We didn't really know about each other until the summer he
left.  We....."  I paused to let my emotions calm.  "We kissed the last
night at camp.  I didn't know if it was love or what, but I missed him
so much these past few years.  I can't believe he's moving back up to
Mason."

            "Cool," Travis responded.  "So you want to hear my
story?"

            I let Travis open up to me, telling of his first
experimentations, to his failed attempts to get Nolan to give him a piece
of ass, to his coming out to his father and mother.  His cousin never
treated him the same after that.  I don't even remember his name
anymore.  He rubbed me the wrong way from day one, and my opinion never
changed.

            I learned that day that Travis wasn't as together as he
appeared to be.  He may have been a chick magnet, but that was a side
effect of his good looks.  He wished he wasn't so popular with the
ladies, because a couple guys wouldn't approach him due to his apparent
involvement in the breeder scene.  I felt for him, and assured him that
he would find the right guy one day.  I don't know if he believed me,
but that's all I really could say to support him.

            Upon arriving at our final campsite for the week, we set up
camp and had dinner, then goofed around for a while.  Travis, Chris, and
I played rummy at the picnic table, while Mike and Jason argued over what
the coolest movie of the summer was.  Nick and Nolan were listening to
their CD players, which were supposed to be left behind.  No one cared
though.  It's not like we were a big touchy feely troop that sat around
talking about our feelings.  Everyone had their own little cliques within
the troop, and that was fine with the leaders, as long Ferd got time to
relax and whittle, Tony and Gene talk about life, Chuck and Gary ramble
about the validity of the Bible.

            Travis approached us when it grew closer to lights out with a
request.  "Do you guys think I can bunk in with you two?"  He gave me
his big puppy dog eyes and desperate look to seal the deal, which I found
somewhat insulting.

            He knew what we had planned to do that night, and he wanted
in.  My first instinct was to say `hell no', but I didn't want to send
him away.  I know he had Nolan to hang with, but I knew that he had more
in common with us, and that talking about his sexuality would help
himself as much as it would help us.  I agreed, as long as he promised
not to try and pull any moves on us.

            Travis giggled and responded, "I promise."

            We took his word for it and told him to go grab his sleeping
bag.  He dashed off towards his tent, and came back within seconds,
pronouncing "I'm ready."

            I just shook my head and pushed him inside the tent.  He fell
on top of his sleeping bag and pack then started laughing.  He goofily
threw his stuff in the corner and set up his sleeping bag.

            We followed him in, sitting on our own sleeping bag.  I saw
the disappointment in his eyes to see that he was not a part of our
relationship.  I could understand, but I would not let this situation get
out of hand.  Three is a crowd for a relationship, and if he were to
manage his way into our lives, things would get heated.

            "Look, Trav," I explained, "It's not that we don't like
you, it's just different.  Chris makes me feel awesome in every way I
can imagine.  He lights up my spirits just by being near me.  I like you
too and always have, but you're more like a little brother to me.  Shit,
were almost 3 years apart."  Travis was visibly saddened by the
realization that there would be no chance for him to be in a relationship
with me or Chris.  I hugged him close for a minute and continued.  "So,
I've got a boyfriend.  You know what I need though?  I need a loyal best
friend.  I need a brother.  Think you could pull that off?"

            "Hell yes!" he answered back.  "Now....does being your
brother includes any occasional `messing around' perks?"

            I rolled my eyes and shoved his head away with my hand.
"You wish...."  I slipped into the sleeping bag with my lover, and then
we disappeared under the covers for a couple minutes.  I put my finger to
Chris' lips and pulled down his underwear, then quickly tore off my
own.  Lifting the sleeping bag from atop our heads, I saw Travis staring,
as I expected, lust and jealousy in his eyes.  I knew he wouldn't do
anything now that the rules had been plainly spelled out, but that
didn't mean he didn't want to be part of our intimate pleasures.

            I smiled slyly at Travis and teased him.  "You want
`perks' do you?"  I tossed our undies in his face and said "here.
Have fun."

            Chris and I started laughing hysterically at his perplexed
expression, which changed quickly to one of admiration at his own cunning
devilry.  He put our briefs up to his nose and took a big whiff, then
said "ahhhhhhhh."

            Chris and I both sat up in shock.  "Holy shit!"  We looked
at each other and laughed, then looked back at our voyeur of a tent mate.

            "Dude," I said, "that's just wrong!"

            "So," he retaliated, "you suck him off every night.  This
is the same shit that comes out of him."

            "Yeah, but still," Chris added, "that's just weird."

            "You're just pissed that you didn't think of it first,"
was Travis' attempt to gain back a little respect.

            "Psh...." Chris retorted, "I think not."

            I laughed to myself about the whole situation once it was
over.  We all settled down again and Chris and I snuggled up together,
warm and content with our naked bodies pressed against each other.  I
have to admit the nights we slept naked did not rejuvenate us very well,
as our erections kept us up half the night.

            At around 2:30 in the morning, I threw the covers back and
sat up, Chris following suit.  "I can't sleep with `this'," I
pointed to my erection.

            "Neither can I," my boyfriend agreed.  Silently we decided
that a quick hand job would suffice.  Each of us grabbed each other's
erection and slowly stimulated our partner.  I bit my lip to keep from
moaning, and had to chastise Chris to keep it down, as well.

            Travis kept quiet, all the while watching us helping each
other get off and silently masturbating under the covers of his own
sleeping bag.  We saw him the whole time, and I even tried to play up our
show, rubbing my other hand over Chris' body, kissing his neck and
chest.  I knew that Travis would blow his load in a second if I did what
I wanted to do, so I decided to hold off on any anal stimulation.
Besides, I didn't know if Chris was ready for that yet.

            Chris and I were humping each other's fist as we edged
closer and closer to orgasm.  Once again, I was producing ample precum
that night, the white goo trickling down my shaft, gliding over the skin
of my testicles, and dripping slowly on the bedding.  Chris didn't seem
very productive right then, at least not of precum.  I was really close
to orgasm at this point, and my hip gyrations began to lose pace.  I
stopped stimulating Chris, threw my head back and viciously fucked
Chris' soft silky hand.  Within twenty seconds I gave birth to a most
wonderful orgasm that shook my entire body, blinding me to everything
around me but that feeling.

            As I came down from my high feelings, I realized that I was
neglecting my lover, who sat there patiently awaiting my assistance.  It
looked like he was about to take matters into his own hands when I shot
up straight, pushed his hand away and went back to work, feverishly
working away at his cock.  He came in a powerful orgasm which I imagine
was as awesome as my own.  We sank into the sticky sleeping bag and
embraced each other, falling asleep soon after.

            Travis was so kind as to make sure we were covered up, so as
to avoid any shocking discoveries in the morning.  Well, at least he
wasn't trying to sabotage our relationship.  Maybe this whole "friend
and brother" deal would work out after all.



            Monday morning came all too soon.  Both Chris and I were
still pretty tired from our lack of sleep and vigorous sexual activity
from the night before.  Travis, by contrast, was awake and chipper as
ever, and was dressed and out the door before I even had my glasses on.

            I groaned and stretched my arms.  "Last night was great."

            Chris yawned, "yep.....I wonder if Travis took any pictures
for the scrap book?"

            We both laughed out loud, knowing full well that any pictures
of us together would certainly not end up in ANY scrapbook belonging to
the troop.  Although, as I thought about it, they would make a handy
addition to the inside of my pillow case at home, where I could take them
out if I was missing my love on a lonely night, of which I hoped there
would be none.

            It was the second to last day of our trip, and we planned to
cover ¾ of the distance left back to the outfitter.  It was no long
stretch by any means, as we had worked our butts off the past few days to
make our last couple easier.  We quickly shoveled our food down our
gullets, barely coming up for air, then packed up our gear and got ready
to go.

            We left around 9 that morning and canoed until we stopped for
a late lunch at two in the afternoon.  Around 3:30, we reached our last
portage of the trip.  It was not the longest portage by far, but we would
certainly be glad when it was over.  We were excited that this would be
our last portage and we from one side to the other in no time flat.  We
even ran into another troop on the way, heading in the opposite direction
as we were.  Pleasantries were exchanged briefly while we kept lugging
the equipment across the land bridge.

            We were packed up and canoeing again in no time flat, growing
ever closer to our home base.  We decided to grab the closest site to the
outfitter, and set up camp there for the night.  We only had about one
mile to go the next day to finish our journey, so this was a perfect
place to stop.

            All of us boys were energized that day, goofing around and
playing games before, during, and after setting up camp, and we even sat
down together after dinner and discussed the good points and bad points
of the trip.

            "Good friends," one scout said.

            "Awesome food," Nick added.

            "Portaging was fun," Chris commented.  I bonked him on the
head and cracked up laughing after hearing such a silly idea.  Who in
this whole group was crazy enough to LIKE portaging??

            The truth was, we all loved it, and every other second of the
trip.  I knew that this was something I would hold sacred for the rest of
my life.  To this day even, I still view that week as the week that I
learned to live and to love again.  I looked around the fire ring, taking
mental pictures of all the people that I shared this awesome week with.

Chuck: the overly religious but kind-hearted preacher that brought
this     reunion together

Gary: the gigantic child

Tony: the proud father

Ferd: the old-fashioned war vet who constantly ragged on us all

Tim: the brainy doctor

Michael: the clown

                        Jason: the techno-geek

                        Nick: the soft-spoken romantic

                        Nolan: the kind-hearted and sexy stud.

                        Travis: the affectionate extrovert, who could
make anyone feel good

                        Chris: My boyfriend, my lover, my life

            I knew that once this week was over, the camaraderie we
shared in our tight knit group would fade, our friendships would weaken,
and we would ultimately move on some day, leaving our childhood friends
behind and looking to the future.   Knowing the predictable outcome of
such friendships, I promised myself that, despite the overwhelming odds,
I would keep in contact with this, my family, as long as I had a breath
in my body.



            It was another cuddly night for Chris and I.  We thought that
the amount of time we had left would be spoiled by any sexual
activities.  Instead we held each other close in bed, savoring each
other's presence, the warmth of our bodies, smell of each others breath,
and the infinite depth of our eyes.

            I looked briefly over to Travis, whom we knew needed some
comfort.  I looked back at Chris to seek his approval for what I was
going to say, Chris silently agreeing with my idea.

            "Damn," I commented, "there's too much room in this
sleeping bag.  We could use an extra body to help fill it up."

            Travis' eyes lit up like firecrackers, hope burning in his
heart that there was still room in our relationship with him.  I knew he
would most likely take this to mean more than it was, so I made it clear
to him before he sat down, that this was an entirely platonic gesture.

            "Travis," I started, "I don't want you to take this the
wrong way.  We like you as a friend and a brother ONLY.  I know it's
tough for you and we want to include you in our FRIENDSHIP.  But this is
where the line is drawn, ok?  Don't try and pull any funny business on
us, or you're out, got it?"

            Travis looked down at his lap.  He knew he'd lost the war
for inclusion into our relationship.  I could see him wipe away stray
tear before he looked up and smiled, saying "I got it," then quickly
scooting in between us and cozying himself inside the sleeping bag.  He
lay there on his back, shifting his eyes back and forth to Chris and I as
we sat on our sides, heads propped up by our elbows, each of us giving
him thoughtful stares.

            I was the first to speak.  "Trav, I know it's hard for you
and all, but at least you have a couple of good friends you can talk to.
You'll always be my little brother, and whatever I can do to help you
through all this relationship stuff, just ask."

            "And if you need some help finding a boyfriend," Chris
suggested, "I know a lot of girls connected to the gay network in
Mason."  He winked at Travis and smiled.

            Travis was visibly less stressed after our short but
meaningful conversation, knowing now that he wasn't alone in the trials
and tribulations that lie ahead.  He had two advocates and a host of
female friends who could help him find a boy that was right for him,
teach him how to be careful, and give him support when he needed it
most.

            Chris and I beamed with pride at the idea that we had taken a
young cub under our wing; a boy that was reaching out for love and
compassion.  I hoped we could help him get what he needed from us and
from whatever boy he connected with in the future.

            The three of us wound out of our deep conversation, then just
started reminiscing all the fun times of the past week.  There we were,
on the eve of our last day at Boundary Waters, sharing our perspectives
on the trip.  I don't know how long we talked that night, but it didn't
matter.  We were high with happiness and anticipation of our impending
arrival back into the civilized world, back with the families that missed
us so, back in our warm and comfortable beds, forever cherishing the
memories we created that week in august of 1997, the summer to
remember.

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