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Carter and the Biker Boy
Chapter 37 Camping trip part two
As soon as the sun inched its way over the eastern horizon, the birds had already been singing in the trees around the campsite which woke me up from one of the deepest sleeps I've had in quite some time. Jake was still sound asleep, but John was not in the tent. Looking out of the flap in the tent, I noticed that he was sitting in one of the lawn chairs by the fire that had long since gone out. He was drinking a cup of coffee and seemed to be in deep thought, or perhaps he was just enjoying the beautiful morning. My immediate thought was to go back to the sleeping bag and catch another hour of sleep. My bladder had other ideas, as the urge to go pee was greater than any other urge of the moment. Slipping on my old tennis shoes, I unzipped the screen door to the tent, halfway surprising John. Steam from John's coffee rose and dissipated in the cool, damp air. I quickly retreated to the tent and grabbed my Cubs hoodie before emerging from the tent.
"Well good morning, sunshine!" John smiled and greeted me, much more awake than I was. "How'd you sleep?"
"Good morning John," I mumbled, trying to wake up. "I slept amazingly deep. I don't remember anything after crawling into the sleeping bag."
"That's the joy of the Great Outdoors, my dear boy. There is nothing like it." John's smile was so warm, it made me smile, especially when he called me "my dear boy". I noticed he'd been reading a book I'd heard of before but had not yet read: "The Alchemist" by Paolo Coelho. There were pieces of yellow sticky notes attached to some of the pages, and when I returned from using the toilet, my interest in the book piqued me enough to ask John about it.
"How's the book?" I stammered, not really thinking about a better way to ask him about it. He looked up and smiled, then took a sip of his coffee before responding.
"It's one of the best books I've read. Have you read it before?" he quietly and calmly asked.
"No, I've heard about it, but have no idea what it's about. Do you recommend it?"
"Absolutely. It's about being one with nature, and essentially chasing your dreams." I was intrigued and was going to ask more about the book but seconds later I heard the zipper on the door of the tent rise up and Jake emerged already dressed and ready to start the day.
"Good morning Dad! Good Morning Carter! Is it time to go canoeing yet?" John and I both said good morning and John laughed, telling him that we had to wait a little while longer. Jake's exuberance was definitely contagious and set the tone for the day.
We got ready to head out from the campground, and a short drive later were parked in the gravel yard of what appeared to be an old time farm.
A black buggy with huge black wheels and an enclosed seating area sat in the yard next to a big red barn where a couple of kids were playing in the straw that spilled out through the large doorway. I was in awe thinking that people actually lived this way, with no electricity, no television, no cell phones, and most of all no cars or even tractors. I must have just stood there with a look of disbelief at what I'd seen, because moments later Jake called my name, snapping me back to reality.
"Carter, let's go eat! You have to have some of these cinnamon rolls! They're the best!"
He wasn't kidding. An older lady that looked like she could be anyone's grandmother emerged from the front door of the huge plain white house and walked down the porch carrying a plate full of the best looking cinnamon rolls I'd ever seen. And tasty they were. I lost count after eating four of them and drinking a cup of the freshest milk I'd ever had. I think Jake had at least four; John stopped after two.
Our bellies now full, John paid the grandmother and moments later we were in the car back on the winding road heading to the tiny town of Ontario.
On the eastern edge of the small town were two canoe rental businesses, both located on the western edge of the tiny river. John chose to rent from Mother Goose Canoe Rental, which seemed rather silly to Jake and me, and from the moment we got our canoeing gear consisting of two yellow seat cushions, two yellow life jackets and yes, two yellow paddles, we couldn't stop laughing, proclaiming that Mother Goose herself was going to float down the river with us. John just smiled, taking in the sight of us acting silly.
At least the canoe wasn't yellow. It was an aluminum color but had the Mother Goose logo on the front, which caused us to continue laughing even more. We were having such a great time that we didn't really pay attention to the two teenaged guys that helped us into the canoe and pushed us onto the water. I didn't even realize that in their own farm boy way that both were rather cute in their sleeveless t-shirts, baseball caps, and most of all tight blue jeans complete with brown leather belts, brandishing some bigger than they should be beer belt buckles.
What I failed to hear from the two farm boys were the instructions on how to properly operate a canoe. John was already paddling his kayak a hundred yards or so downstream.
Jake and I, on the other hand, were firmly stuck on a gravel-like sand bar about fifty feet from where the farm boys put our canoe in the water. My face turned red as I could hear them laughing at us as we realized that no matter how we tried to paddle, we were going nowhere. We had no other option but to get out of the canoe and step into the ankle deep water to remove the canoe from the gravel bar and position it back in the flow of the current. Of course I dropped my paddle, which was now floating downstream.
Luckily, another canoe floated by, with an older couple who grabbed my paddle and held it until we floated up to them. I thanked them and sat back down on the cushion in the back of the canoe. We began to get some momentum, but still found ourselves paddling the canoe from one side of the twenty foot wide river to the other getting stuck on every gravel bar that we encountered, instead of going straight down the river. What started out as being fun now wasn't so fun and before long Jake was yelling at me to steer clear from the gravel bars. I found myself yelling at him that I didn't know how to steer and with John nowhere in sight, we finally agreed to switch places. Fortunately for me, Jake knew how to steer a canoe. I was still mad, as was Jake. But as we got the canoe under control and began to figure it out, I was getting the hang of it when suddenly Jake purposely slapped his paddle in the water in a manner that shot a stream of cold river water right across my back. Immediately I screamed out "What the f..." but stopped myself before actually saying the F-word. I turned around to see Jake laughing hysterically now at me. It was game on. When the paddle splashing finally stopped, we were both drenched, and both fell out of the cane into waist-deep water when we tried to stand up in the canoe. Once again our paddles started floating away, as did our cushions. This time my swimmer's instinct kicked in, but I resisted diving in the water since it wasn't deep enough. I did manage to trod through the water quick enough to retrieve both paddles and cushions, while Jake managed to turn the canoe back upright. Now we both knew why John had told us to leave our cell phones in the car.
We were soaked but were clearly over being mad at each other and were now having a great time. As we floated past one of the ancient, weathered rock outcroppings along the edge of the river which pushed the river to the left, there sat John in his kayak, laughing hysterically at the sight of us looking like two drowned rats.
"What happened boys? Have a little trouble figuring out how to operate a canoe? Jake, did you forget how to paddle?" Not leaving out any detail, Jake filled John in on the errors of our ways, from the moment we got hung up on the first gravel bar to the moment when we swamped the canoe. It wasn't until John told us that we must be hungry from all of the problems we'd had that we realized both of us were starving.
We floated down the river together until we found an uninhabited sand bar on the left side of the river. The sand bar appeared to be about fifty feet in length, only about twelve feet wide, and about three feet above the water. The gray colored sand led right up to the tall grass and scrubby trees on the bank There must have been a pasture not too far away, because I could hear a cow mooing as we sat down to eat lunch.
At this point, the river wasn't much wider, maybe twenty-five feet, and was less than two feet deep in most places. I was amazed at how shallow and narrow the river was and was especially amazed at how crooked the river truly was. A snake going through the grass wasn't nearly as crooked as this river. What made the river unique were all of the sandstone rock outcroppings like the one we passed just before we pulled up on the sandbar. I lost count of the outcroppings and wished that I'd had my cell phone to take pictures of the rocks, but then was thankful that I'd listened to John, since like Jake and me, my phone would have been soaked and more than likely ruined.
Thankfully, John had the cooler with our lunch in his kayak. Clearly knowledgeable of how to operate a kayak with great skill, John had not succumbed to the same outcome Jake and I endured with swamping the canoe. The sandwiches that John had made were cold, dry, and most of all super tasty. He'd mastered the recipe for making "Vito" like sandwiches from Jimmy Johns, and Jake and I each wolfed down one of the eight inch sandwiches a piece in no time. Several groups of people in canoes, kayaks and innertubes floated by while we ate the rest of our lunch and drank lemonade John had made. Most everyone waved and said hello to us as they floated by.
I was about as relaxed, content, and happy as I'd been in a long time. As I sat on the yellow canoe cushion in the sand of the sandbar with my feet up on the edge of the canoe, happily eating crunchy Cheetos and drinking lemonade, soaking up the early June sun on this amazing Saturday afternoon, I found a part of me that I didn't know existed. Yes, I was still Carter, a Gay teen with a boyfriend who loved me. I was still Carter who would soon start driver's ed over the summer. I was still Carter that at times struggled to believe in myself. But sitting on that canoe cushion in the sand with Jake sitting on his canoe cushion a few feet away from me in the same fashion eating Doritos while John sat a few feet away from him in the sand still eating his sandwich, I felt like I belonged -- belonged to them and they belonged to me, like it was something that was meant to be. Something so comfortable that I'd never felt before. It felt like, dare I say it: family. That ever present emptiness of not having a father or father figure in my life was beginning to not feel so empty.
The remainder of the canoe trip was just as fun as the first part. In fact, we found a spot in the river along one of the rock outcroppings where a few boys had climbed up about ten feet above the water to a natural flat spot on the rocks that created a ledge, perfect for jumping into the water below. Fortunately, the river's current over time had created a natural, deep pool that allowed just enough room to jump into from above. The pool had to be close to ten foot deep, although due to the brackish brown natural color of the water, the bottom could not be seen. When I jumped in feet first, my left foot barely touched the sandy bottom, which I pushed up from, surfacing from the coolness of the water, which was so invigorating that I did it five more times.
Jake was too afraid to jump, so of course he just watched from the water as I jumped off the rock ledge into the water below. John encouraged him, as did I, but he was too afraid of the height of the outcropping to try. We let it pass, and as another group of older kids in canoes and tubes floated up, we got back in the canoe and continued on our journey.
All too soon the canoe trip came to a close. I couldn't believe that four hours had passed since we launched the canoe from the rental place. As we reached the state park canoe ramp, the guys from Mother Goose Canoe Rentals were there to take us, the kayak, and the canoes back to town in their old beat up passenger van. It was amazing to think that the canoe trip took in excess of four hours, while the drive back to town only took fifteen minutes.
As promised, after the canoe trip ended, John took us to visit several other Amish farms. They were all cool and each farm had different homemade products for sale. The last farm we visited had homemade furniture for sale. We got out of the car and began walking toward the newer, white building that had a simple white sign above the door that said "Store" in black letters. A few younger kids that were playing in the yard walked over by their mother as they stared at us.
Behind the store on the left side I could hear horses coming towards us, and sure enough two large horses were being driven by a boy that appeared to be my age. He told the horses something and remarkably they stopped and no longer moved. As he walked towards us, I found myself staring at him. Wearing a straw hat that covered his unkept dark brown hair, a homemade blue button up short sleeved work shirt, and homemade denim pants, This lean, muscular teen's dark brown eyes locked into more than a casual glance with mine, and I felt an immediate attraction to him. He unlocked the door to the store and let us in. As he told John about the pieces of furniture his father and him had each made by hand, I couldn't help but listen intently to his voice, to watch every move he made, eyeing his strong arms, his back, and the rest of him. He walked close to me, and his scent was clearly of a boy who definitely needed deodorant and it was then that I realized that of course Amish people did not use deodorant. I was lost in the idea of him when I snapped back to reality as John thanked him for his time and the boy ushered the three of us out of the store. We exchanged glances, the last as we pulled out of the gravel drive -- the boy turned away to pay attention to his horses as we headed back to the campground.
We drove in silence, mostly due to being exhausted from the canoe trip. Now back at the campground, Jake had already fallen asleep, and I barely made it to the lawn chair before I drifted off into a mid-afternoon nap. I woke up about an hour later to the sound of jazz music softly playing on the John's Bluetooth speaker as he sat reading "The Alchemist". Seeing that I was awake, John put his book down and spoke.
"Well hey sleepyhead! Did you have a nice nap?" I stretched and told him that I did indeed have a nice nap. Jake was still asleep, but John nudged him until he woke up. "Are you boys up for a bit of a hike before we go to town for dinner?" We both agreed that we were.
We got back in the car and drove to the lower part of the state park, where we'd ended our canoe trip earlier. Further downriver at the south end of the parking lot was a trail that began on the mowed, grassy part of the picnic area. We followed the trail which soon ascended into the deep forest of maples, oaks, and an occasional white pine tree. Within a half hour of non-stop climbing, we reached the terminus of the trail, which happened to be at another cliff that looked out over the Kickapoo River Valley.
"Can you boys see the river where it bends counterclockwise over there on the right?" John pointed to the river down below, which looked like it was only two feet wide. "See the people canoeing there?"
"Yeah!" Jake shouted first. "Hey, they're waving at us!" he shouted again, and began waving to the people in the four canoes that were floating downstream. "That's where Carter jumped in the water, right Dad?"
"Yup, you got it, Jake. Pretty cool, huh?" Jake just smiled, and despite feeling tired from the hike and the day itself, I thought it was super cool.
We stayed at the outlook for about a half an hour soaking in the sights of the valley that unfolded below us. I couldn't help but marvel at its natural beauty and found myself agreeing with both Jake and John as they told me if I liked the view now I'd surely love it in the fall, and love the view of the stars on a moonless night.
Since it was getting near early evening, we descended from the outlook point and headed back to town in the car. As promised, a festival of sorts was taking place in town. While there was no carnival rides or that sort of thing happening, there was a men's softball game going on, as well as a barbecue happening. The smell of barbecue chicken and other food made me realize that once again I was starving.
John paid for the three of us and minutes later we carried our plates full of barbecued chicken breasts, potato salad, grilled pork and beans, Cole slaw, and fresh biscuits to a long table with three chairs at the end. As John sat on the chair next to Jake, I sat at the lone chair across from Jake at the end of the table. I didn't realize it until I sat down that I was sitting next to Frank, the guy from the store in town that we met on Friday. Jake and I mostly ate in silence while J.D., Frank, and John talked. I really didn't pay much attention to their conversation until Frank asked John about someone named Michael.
"He's doing well. We don't see each other too much like we used to when he was living with Tyler." J.D. then spoke, interrupting John.
"Yeah, I meant to ask you. How is Michael after Tyler and him broke up?" My ears perked up, but I did not look up from my meal.
"He's doing good. He took a job in the Suburbs and decided to move from the city to Naperville. He is dating again, which is good."
"Oh that's good. I thought for sure he and Tyler would be, you know, together for the long haul." Frank replied with a sincere tone of voice.
"Yeah, it was tough the way it ended for them. But like I told him, it just wasn't meant to be." John offered.
"I guess the counselor in you helped him get through it, Johnny."
John nodded his head as he took the last bite of his potato salad.
Frank then changed the subject to something else and Jake asked me if I wanted to go watch the softball game. So we both excused ourselves from the table and sat watching the game. The game ended with the team in blue losing to the team in white on a walk-off grand slam homerun that was hit by this mammoth of a guy who hit the ball so far over the fence that the right fielder just watched it go and walked off the field. As the two teams shook hands after the game, they all headed to a fifty-five gallon drum that was full of beer bottles, and before long both teams were all standing around laughing and drinking beer.
Moments later John found us and asked if we were ready to head back to the campground. We told him we were ready. John got the fire going while Jake and I took showers at the bathroom/shower/toilet building. Luckily no other campers were using the three separate showers, so we each had our own shower.
With more S'mores to eat, it was basically a repeat of Friday night, with Jake falling asleep early, leaving John and I to tend to the fire. Since it was cooler than the night before, the warmth of the fire felt welcoming. I never thought smooth jazz music would be so perfect to listen to by the fire, but it made the perfect background noise for the conversation John and I were about to start. "Did you and Jake have a good time on the river?" John asked, looking up from the fire to smile as he studied the look on my face.
"Oh man, did we ever!" I went on to tell him about what happened at first and how I was so mad as Jake splashed me, but then how we eventually wound up having a great time. John laughed, then reflected back on his first time on the river. "That's so funny. It reminds me of the first time my brother and I got in a canoe, on this very river, with the same very result. Our dad never told us a thing about how to properly operate a canoe. I was in the back and my brother was in the front. He got so mad at me we almost started wrestling in the water!"
"No way! Really?" I replied in a surprised tone of voice.
"Yeah." John laughed, remembering the incident like it was yesterday. "Only difference was my old man got pissed at us. That was just him. I guess he had different expectations for us." I was curious what he meant by that, so boldly I asked.
"Well, it was a different time, if you will. Dad always wanted me, the older brother, to try to...make my brother like... tough guy things, if you know what I mean." At first I didn't, and John noticed the quizzical look on my face that told him I didn't know what he meant. He sighed, drew a deep breath, and began to tell me about his brother Michael.
"I think my dad knew about Michael all along. He was just so different than me. He wanted nothing to do with sports, anything outdoors, or anything `manly' if you will. But Dad never stopped trying to make Michael a man in his eyes." I suddenly felt sad for this guy I didn't even know, imagining how tough that would be. John continued.
"I was in my final year of college just about ready to graduate from the University of Wisconsin in Madison when Michael showed up at my apartment one night. He was a senior in high school when he got into it with my dad and came out to both my dad and my mom. I'll spare you the details, but let's just say that Dad caught him and his...friend. Dad got arrested for beating up my brother and that was pretty much the end of the relationship between Dad and Michael. I almost didn't graduate because of the rift the two of them got into, but I did. Ultimately, it was my brother coming out as gay that made me decide to pursue my master's degree in sociology and eventually my doctoral degree in counseling as well."
"I didn't realize that. I'm, in awe, John." I didn't know what else to say. I was in awe, and amazed that John actually had a doctoral degree.
"Well Carter, when someone as close as your own brother has to deal with his own feelings and then deal with the reality of not being accepted by his own parents, it sets a tone deep within your own soul that makes you want to not ever let anyone suffer and come close to taking his own life like my own brother did."
"What!!?" I was shocked now and couldn't speak due to the fear that suddenly gripped me tighter than the chill in the air that crept over me.
"Michael about succeeded in taking his own life. Won't tell you how, even though I know you're stronger than he was, but he just about died. It rocked me to my core. Thankfully, he survived. I finally convinced him to stop trying to please our father, which he did."
"So Tyler was Michael's..."
"Ah, you were paying attention to our conversation." John interrupted, to which I now looked down almost in shame for listening in. "I'm sorry..."
"No, It's okay" John interrupted again. "I'm kidding, it's okay. If it was a problem, I would have stopped Frank and J.D. from talking about it. I know you're strong enough to listen. It went over Jake's head, so it's all good. Michael and Tyler were college roommates. They came out to each other their first day as roommates and grew into lovers. They both graduated in four years with degrees in nursing from UIC. They were together for a couple of years after they graduated, living in a beautiful apartment with a view of downtown Chicago. They were very happy, or so we thought. They had even talked about marriage, when it became possible for two gay men to get married. Obviously, I was happy for my brother, and happy to call Tyler my brother as well.
Once again my curiosity got the best of me, and since I felt comfortable talking to John, I asked him another question and was saddened by his response.
"So did your dad ever accept Michael?"
John gazed into the fire for a moment, then closed his eyes before drawing a deep breath. I knew the outcome wasn't going to be a good one.
"Dad never did accept my brother for being gay. He thought it was a phase. But when Michael brought Tyler home for the first time, Dad actually kicked both of them out of the house and told my brother, and I quote `as long as I'm alive and you're living your life in sin, I only have one son, and you're no longer welcome in this house.' I tried desperately to no avail to talk sense into my dad. It broke my mom's heart, my heart and Michael's as well."
I was about to ask John how his dad was doing now, thinking that if he found out about me one day, he would probably treat me the same way. I wasn't prepared for what John told me next.
"I tried in vain to get my dad to change. We had a heated conversation one day about two years ago, about the time I was dealing with issues between Jake's mom and me. Dad had been having some health issues and I was trying to help him out, but when I brought up the situation between him and Michael, and how I thought he should patch things up between him and my brother, he got incredibly mad at me, which unfortunately led to his demise. That night he died of a massive heart attack. He never made amends with Michael. Thankfully, our conversation ended with both us..." John paused, looked up at the sky for a minute and took a deep breath, trying not to let me see his eyes filling up with tears. "...saying that we loved each other. We embraced one last time." Looking down at the fire, then back at me he continued. "At least we had that moment."
John sighed, and I wanted to get up and give him a hug. I didn't know what to say, because I felt like crying, not just for him, but for his brother, and strangely enough my own dad.
We sat quietly and watched the glowing embers of the fire. John stood up and asked me if I wanted to take a short walk. I nodded my head and followed him out of the campsite and onto the gravel road.
"What about Jake, will he be okay?" I asked
"We're not going far." John whispered as the conversations around other campfires had either ended or were now down to a whisper as the midnight hour was close.
A minute later of walking on the gravel road and we were suddenly standing in a parking area for about eight to ten cars. The small lot was on a clearing of sorts, or at least a meadow with small scrubby trees. We stopped in the middle of the empty lot.
"Look up at the sky." John whispered, now gazing straight up into the sky above.
"Oh my gosh!" was all I could say. The clear, now moonless sky was full of so many stars I thought they would blind me. The milky way stretched above me, and I was in complete awe and amazement at what I had just seen for the first time in my life.
"Isn't this amazing? You've never seen stars like this at home, have you?" "NO! this is unreal!" John pointed out some constellations, as well as Saturn, Jupiter and even Venus.
"Just wait until August, right before school starts. We'll have to come up here, hopefully with your mom so you can see the Perseid meteor shower. It is amazing, and a once in a lifetime thing you have to see." He no sooner finished his sentence when my eye caught the arc of a meteor that was streaking across the northeastern sky.
"There goes one!" I almost shouted out loud. John just caught the tail end before the light burned out. It was so cool as I had never seen a meteor like that before at home.
"Did you make a wish?" John asked.
"No. Should I have?"
"Well, it doesn't hurt, that's for sure. Sometimes wishes..."
"There's another one!" I blurted out before John could finish his sentence. This time I did make a wish.
Not wanting to be away from the campsite for too long since we did still have the campfire burning, we left the parking lot and headed back to the tent. Jake was softly snoring inside the tent, and smooth jazz music could still be heard softly playing on John's speaker. The fire had died down a bit, so John put a couple of more pieces on the waning coals. Moments later the flames were once again about waist high, warming me as I sat back down in my lawn chair.
I didn't want to bring it up, but I did want to find about what happened between Michael and Tyler. I didn't have to ask, because as soon as John sat down in his lawn chair, he resumed telling me about his brother and his lover.
"So about Michael and Tyler. I never thought they would ever break up. They made such a great couple. They had a lot in common: they loved to travel, drink fine wine, are both excellent cooks, love to entertain, and most of all are very passionate about their careers. They had made several trips to Seattle after they graduated from school, and I do recall Tyler telling me that he loved it out there and wanted to make the next trip a one way trip, moving to the Emerald City. I wrote it off, because Michael liked Seattle too, but did tell me he doubted that he'd ever consider moving there. A few months later Michael got a good promotion at work and then had no desire whatsoever to leave his job in Chicago. Little did we all know that Tyler had been secretly applying for jobs in Seattle, and eventually got one. The break up was very difficult for Michael -- apparently not so difficult for Tyler. It's been almost a year and Michael recently left his job in the city and moved to a hospital in Naperville. He never has heard anything from Tyler, which is sad."
John paused again, adjusting the firewood with the stick, which released hundreds of tiny dots of light from the embers, which streaked upward into the cool night air, only to burn out and disappear.
For the first time all weekend I thought about Parker and wondered if our relationship would meet the same fate. John must've sensed my thoughts, especially as I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket to check for messages.
"Checking for messages from Parker?" he asked, a smile formed on his tired face.
"Yeah, how'd you...know?" I smiled.
"Just had a hunch. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, or so I've been told." He huffed, not necessarily believing in such poetry.
"I just hope that me and Parker, you know, last."
John nodded silently; his eyes once again closed. Silence crept in and I thought the conversation would end there. But it was like he needed a moment to gather his thoughts before doling out a healthy helping of father-like wisdom.
"I hope so too. Your youthful exuberance and young love can endure many obstacles along the way, and without asking too much, you've told me you've felt those obstacles a few times already. Love can be felt at any age, and it can be true love or love for the moment. But if two young people learn how to communicate with each other, and learn to grow up together, remembering what it was that attracted them together in the first place, a relationship can prosper. But as the two of you grow physically, mentally, and spiritually, you both need to give each other space and understand that maturity will come someday. And you may both find that like two boats unanchored at sea, you'll drift apart unless you're both willing to commit just to each other. There's no room for more than two, and when you open your heart to that special someone and they open their heart to you, there is no better feeling in the world." He paused again, poking at the fire with the stick, once again causing sparks to rise up to the sky once more.
"From what I've seen of you and Parker together in class and in the hallways, I can tell just how much you two are attracted to each other. Honestly, and I hope this doesn't come off as being weird from your straight Social Studies teacher/mom's boyfriend, but you and Parker make a cute couple."
My face must have turned bright red, and I didn't know what else to say but to thank John for his comment. He nodded his head and told me I was welcome. There was so much more I wanted to say to John about Parker and me, but I caught myself closing my eyes and almost fell out of the lawn chair asleep.
"Okay buddy, looks like it's about bedtime for you, huh?" I smiled a sleepy smile, trying to shake off the sleep that suddenly had its grip on me. "It's been a long day. Feel free to call it a night. I'll be in the tent shortly."
"Okay, thanks John. Have a good night."
"Sure thing bud. You sleep well."
John had called Jake `buddy' several times during the weekend, and although it probably didn't mean much to anyone else, the idea that he called me buddy just like he called his son buddy made me smile as I put on my shorts and tee shirt before crawling into my sleeping bag.
Unlike the night before, I had several vivid dreams. One was about being in a canoe on a huge river with lots of rapids. Another was about meeting John's brother Michael in a hospital. He was actually working with my mom in the ER trying to put a cast on a football player's broken leg.
And then there was the dream about the Amish boy I'd seen at the farm earlier during the day.
It was weird, of course because it took place on the Amish farm. John and Jake had left me there to help the boy -- who was actually sixteen like me -- do some of his chores. He had a wagon hooked up to the team of big black stallions and he needed help getting hay bales from a field put up the wagon. It was very warm out, and both of us were sweating, and of course I could smell his body odor, which strange, strange, strangely enough was very much a turn on to me. We had just finished loading the last bale of hay when he drove the horses alongside a meadow, where he stopped. I was amazed at how easily he guided the huge beasts, who understood his every command. He took off his shirt, putting it on the wagon and told me to follow him into the meadow, and as I followed his scent, his flawless, muscular sinewy arms and back glistened with sweat in the midday sun.
We were now near a clear, cool pond that must've encompassed nearly four of five acres. A simple wooden pier about six inches above the water jutted out into the water about ten feet or so from the shore, and the boy motioned for me to follow him to the pier. At the pier, without speaking he took off his boots, his socks, and his jeans, leaving only his white cotton boxer briefs. Looking into my eyes I knew he wanted to go further, and I slowly nodded in agreement. My eyes told my amazement at what I saw. A thick dark patch that covered his sack and above gave way to his sizeable, thick manhood, natural like Javy's, but bigger. I felt my mouth water and felt myself grow in anticipation.
Acknowledging my gaze, he shyly yet confidently dove into the water, surfacing some twenty feet from the pier. Nodding for me to do the same, I took my clothes off and dove in as well, meeting his distance. He whispered to me to swim back to the pier, so I did. I sat on the edge of the pier with my bare legs and feet in the water. Still in the same place in the water, he took a breath and went under. Suddenly he emerged from the water in front of me, his hands resting on the pier on the outer sides of my legs. Without breaking stride, he took me in his mouth as I laid back on the pier in pure bliss.
As he took me close to the edge, I could hear the horses getting restless, as if they were now close to the pond. The stallions wanted something, but I wasn't sure what until the boy got out of the water, rolling me on my stomach. Now on top of me, I knew why the stallions were restless. They'd sensed the boys' desire.
Once inside, in seconds it was over. As I resurfaced into consciousness from the dream I was in, groggily I became aware of the feeling of a massive explosion flooding my black boxer briefs.
The following morning Jake and John both woke up before me. They were quietly talking by the campfire, which John had resurrected with the small pieces of firewood that was left. As I tried to wake up, the reality of the dream I'd had during the wee hours of the morning clung to me as my erection strained to get free. It was then that I realized that it'd been too long without any sort of release, which explained the vivid dream. Now I had to figure out how to remove my stained briefs and more than likely stained basketball shorts without getting caught by John or worse yet, Jake.
Quietly, and carefully I reached into my backpack and took out a clean pair of black CK briefs and my clean blue Nike basketball shorts as well as a clean black and orange Harlem Track tee shirt. Not a real fashion statement, I know, but all I had left. Slowly I tried to keep the lower half of my body in the sleeping bag. I left my old tee shirt on and looked inside my underwear to survey the damage. It was quite a bit, and my morning wood stared back at me as if to tell me that it was my fault that I didn't take care of this sooner. I had to laugh at the thought, other than the notion that the idea of the dream and the Amish boy was still on my mind, thus causing the current condition. Slowly I lowered my basketball shorts, then my underwear. Quickly I folded the briefs into the basketball shorts and put them into my backpack. That's when I heard footsteps heading to the tent and the tent zipper being unzipped.
"I'm getting dressed in here, I'll be out in a sec!" was the quickest thing I could think of to say.
"Sorry Carter!" Jake replied, and rezipped the fly to the tent. Whew, close one, I thought to myself as I took the clean pair of underwear and pulled them up past my now hairy legs. Looking down, there was still remnants of the dream in my pubes, but since I had no warm cloth or wipes or tissues to clean it up, I'd have to leave it that way until I got home. Not like it was the first time, and probably wouldn't be the last.
I finished getting dressed, stepped out of the tent, and said good morning to John and Jake. We ate a quick breakfast of leftover cinnamon rolls from the Amish farm and then sat by the fire trying to stay warm in the chill of the early morning air. John asked me how I slept, and I told him I'd slept well. The plan was to get everything taken down and put into the car and hopefully be on the road by ten o'clock. Since it was barely eight thirty, I imagined we would be on the road before then. Checking my cell phone, I noticed that I still didn't have any text messages or emails or anything from anyone. Then I noticed that I had no signal which totally explained the reason why.
John said that he didn't have a signal either, neither did Jake. John then explained that was the best part of camping: no interruptions from the outside world. At first that statement bothered me, but as we broke camp and were driving out of the park, I finally got what he said and couldn't have agreed with him more.
Leaving the Kickapoo River Valley on Highway 33 heading towards a town called Hillsboro made me realize just how much I had enjoyed the weekend. The twists and turns on the two lane road as John navigated out of the valley was crazy, but the views were great. Seeing the old farms, abandoned farms and wooded hills made me understand why John and his family had been coming up here for many years, since John was a boy. I could only hope that this would not be my last time to visit this beautiful area.
We were close to Richland Center on Highway 80 when John's cell phone beeped, and suddenly I felt my phone vibrate in my shorts pocket as the phones finally got connected to a nearby cell tower. I had something like seven text messages from Parker, two from my mom, and two from Big T. John pulled into a convenience store parking lot when we reached the town so he could make a phone call. He stepped out of the car while he made the call. Jake and I stayed in the car. Jake almost immediately started playing games on his phone while I answered my texts. I told Parker I had no cell phone service, and he didn't believe me at first. He told me he had big news to tell me, so when I got home to be sure and let him know. Mom wanted to know how the trip was going and told me she would be home Sunday afternoon when I got home. I responded to her text and told her everything was going well and that I had a great time and couldn't wait to see her. Big T wanted to know if we were still on to run again Monday morning. I told him that was the plan.
John ended his call and seemed pretty happy about something. As soon as he got back in the car, he broke the news to me.
"Well Carter, remember when I asked if you wanted to help me do a few jobs over the summer for some extra money?" I replied that I did. "Well, how about you start working with me tomorrow?" "Um, sure, that would be cool! I will just have to see if Big T can go running a little earlier?"
"That's not going to be a problem; we can start a little later in the morning if you'd like. But are you ready for my news?" I told him I was, as I started to get a little excited not knowing what was coming next. "Well, I just found out that my offer to buy a small fixer-upper house was accepted, and since the sellers are `highly motivated' I can sign papers tomorrow and then get started Tuesday on renovating a house! It will take a good portion of the summer, leaving room of course for more camping trips, but it must be completed before school starts in August. I'm willing to pay you an hourly rate for all of the time you work for me, which can be five days a week, all day. But I will need your commitment to say that you'll work for me. It will be a great opportunity for you to make some money and learn a little bit about working on houses as well. Are you in?"
I could tell John was very excited about getting this house, and now I was excited about making some money. So without thinking too much about it or talking about it with my mom, and since I really had already committed to helping John work on small jobs, I told him that of course I'd be happy to help him!
The rest of the drive home he tried to describe the house to me and told me his plans to do the renovation. What he talked about sounded very difficult and almost impossible to me to accomplish, but he told me not to worry that he was well versed in home improvements and was definitely excited to start this project.
Before long we were back home. Mom met us in the driveway and gave all three of us huge hugs and kisses. It was kind of weird seeing John kissing my mom in front of me, but I knew that they had been dating for awhile now, so it was cool, and something I'd have to get used to seeing.
I thanked John and Jake for a great time and after agreeing that he would pick me up around nine o'clock tomorrow morning, they pulled out of the driveway and were gone.
Mom and I talked for almost an hour about the camping trip. I told her mostly everything about the trip, leaving out the conversations that John and I had around the campfire. More than likely it would have been okay to tell her, but for some reason it felt like that conversation needed to stay at the campground for now. Certainly John would tell her someday on a need to know basis.
"I suppose you're wanting to see Parker tonight?" Mom asked.
"Yes! He'd like to come over if that's okay?" I replied. Mom said that it was, as long as we were quiet. She had to get up at four in the morning to be at work by five. I promised that we'd be quiet, thinking that more than likely we'd just watch some anime or hang out in my room...
Yeah, right.
I had just enough time to shower and eat dinner with mom before he walked through the door.
He was at my door in like five minutes after I'd told him to come over.
"Babe it's so good to see you! I missed you so much!" Parker smiled as we embraced and kissed as soon as he walked through the door into the living room of my house. We kissed and kissed, and our young desires yearned for each other, begging to make up for being apart. Somehow we fought off our urges long enough to lay next to each other on my bed and watch a couple episodes of our favorite anime show until Mom knocked on my door and told us she was going to bed. We waited until we heard her bedroom door close.
Seconds later we stripped down to our underwear, where we each had half dollar sized wet spots. It was good to taste him again, and he felt so good in my mouth. As our tongues met up after the first time and we shared a passionate deep kiss, I knew that based on the dream I'd had about the Amish boy, I needed Parker to satisfy the unfulfilled yearning. Indeed he did, and after losing count, exhausted and satisfied we drifted off to sleep in the early morning hours in each other's arms. Thankfully, we slipped under the covers so when Mom knocked on my door at four thirty to remind me that I needed to be up early to go with John, at least she didn't have to find both of us lying naked on my bed.
An hour later I texted T and told him that Parker would be joining us on the run this morning. He was happy to hear that. Parker was still asleep, so of course I woke him up with kisses starting on his chest, neck, and lips, which ultimately led to the last time of the morning with him taking me deep inside, our synchronized climaxes set off by me first, then him coating my chest and face.
Our run with T was sluggish, for obvious reasons. T enjoyed beating us, getting back to my house almost a block ahead of us. Remarkably, after seeing Parker running in front of me in his thin running shorts, I found myself wanting him again, but since we didn't have much time until John showed up at the house, instead we quickly beat off in the shower together.
We had a few minutes before John got to my house, so quickly Parker told me his big news.
"Dad told me yesterday that he wants to take us on a hiking/backpacking trip in Rocky Mountain National Park next week! It will be so much fun! You can go, right?"
I was so excited about the idea of backpacking with Parker and his dad that immediately I said yes, but then a cold reality slapped me in the face. With sadness in my voice I told him the news about John.
"Oh no! I can't go! I forgot I made a promise to John to work with him starting today. He bought a fixer-upper house and needs me to help him. He's going to pay me to help him. I can't tell him no now!" I felt like crap, since I really wanted to go with Parker, but also I already committed to helping John.
What was I going to do?