THE CANOE TRIP By: Dr. Ben Ezra Jacobson, Phd. Chapter 4
I woke up before day light and looked at the clock radio next to the bed. The time was 4:30 AM and suddenly...after sleeping so very soundly for the last six hours with Ted beside me...I hopped out of bed and made my way to the bathroom between sounds of his steady breathing. When I returned, he snuggled closer and opened his eyes.
"Hi...Stud, what are you about?"
"Had to go to the bathroom...bladder call," I responded with a grin.
"Me too," and he hopped out of bed and stumbled into bathrooms...About half way through the water flow...I heard him sigh..."Ahhhhh." I smiled... it has the same affect on me. When he came back to bed...he climbed in, next to me on his side of the bed and reached over and pulled me close.
"What time is it," he asked?
"Around 4:30 in the morning."
"Good," he said..."that means we have time to..." And he drifted off...back to sleep. As he lay there, I thought about how handsome he was and such a nice personality. I reached over and touched the side of his face and felt the beginning of a beard's shadow. The texture felt good to the tips of my fingers. Ted opened his eyes... "sorry...I drifted off, didn't I?"
"That's O.K." I said, and reached over and kissed the side of his face.
"I like it when you do that," he replied.
I leaned over and kissed him again...and he returned the favor... holding me close to him. I felt his hand on my chest, entwining the chest hair...and then suddenly moved much lower...taking my manhood in his hands.
"You're a little firecracker...dude...already hard as a rock...and craving attention. He slipped beneath the sheet and I felt his tongue tracing his descent...into my pubic hair...a long the underside of dick and then with both lips, went over the end and swallowed it as deep as he could go. He went up and down on it a few strokes and then licked my balls. My dick was starting to pulsate.
"Man", he chortled, " You could choke a horse with your rod this morning."
As he went down on me again...I plunged it hard forward into the back of his throat. Again and again I pushed and he accepted until the taste of pre-cum was getting more prolific. He suddenly pulled away.
"I want that...but not this soon," he said, as he moved forward to my neck and started kissing it.
I was fondling his groin and squeezed his balls and then his dick... which was as hard as mine and much bigger. I rolled over on my stomach and Ted began to massage my back and then my butt. He ran his tongue over each buttocks and then pushed his tongue into my crevice. I arched my back and pulled my knees up under my chest with my arse in the air. Ted begin to run his tongue over the pucker and then down around the balls. It was so intense...he then took his tongue and ran it all over my hips and legs... and sucked on my toes. This was something entirely new to me. No one had ever tried to suck on my toes...and although it was not unpleasant...I preferred he aim a little higher.
"Ted, that feels good... but my dick feels better," I spoke to him. He returned to my groin and again popped my dick into his mouth and this time...began to bear down just so slightly with his teeth.
"Damn...that is so good. Do it again only this time a little harder," I told him.
This time he bit down harder and it would have hurt had it not been for his quick release of my prong.
"I want to 69 you," he said.
I turned around and climbed over his body and again he put my dick into his mouth and I took his into my mouth. We moved in rhythm to each others sighs. Ted tasted so good...clean and manly. He seemed in no hurry to get off. We continued to 69 in a variety of positions until it was necessary to come up for air.
"I could do this to you all day...if you were willing," he said.
" I am willing...but your boss probably would not approve," I answered him back.
"No, he would not...unless he was home with his wife doing the same thing," he responded.
"Ted...have you never had sex with a girl,"? I asked of him.
"Yes, once...and it was like having a dead fish in bed...I got absolutely nothing out of it. Oh, she tried...but only a man knows how a man feels. Even the most accomplish female can not suck a dick like another man can. Some guys dispute that fact...but most of them have never had sex with another naked guy."
"Have you had sex with a girl," he asked me.
"I have not. I started with an occasional sex experience with a buddy when I was about twelve years old...and liked it. Somewhere deep with in me...I have thought about girls...but just never felt inclined to go that way. Then after doing oral and anal...I was sure I did not want to go the other way. I never have tried it."
We kissed a couple more times...and then he said, "Ben..., roll over on your stomach again."
I rolled onto my stomach and relaxed. I felt him rub a lubricant onto my sphincter...and then felt the head of his dick pressing against my orifice. His dick pushed in easily...and surprisingly...I felt no discomfort. He pushed deep within and rested there. His warmth against me was so comforting...it would have been easy for him to just lay there on top of me for a long, long time. Then he begin to pull out and then push in again...slowly. As his shaft rubbed next to my engorging prostate...I could feel every vibration, ever since of a pulsating cock. I was hoping that I would not get so excited that I would cum before he did. A quick glance at the clock showed that our sexual interlude had been going on less than ten minutes. Relax...I said to myself and enjoy his pushing in and pulling partially out. The orgasmic sensation was building but yet did not peak to a crescendo. In and out, in and out, in and out.
It felt like
I was going to loose my load. He was not only getting longer but thicker and the contact of his cock against my sphincter was so intense...that it did not seem possible I could hold off much longer...and then he jerked and pushed forward...hard into me and screamed in my ear..."Oh...oh...oh...and I felt him ejaculate into my canal.
"Oh my gosh...it's still going..." he stammered and again thrust forward, again and again. I could feel his seed seeping out as he pulled back and thrust forward again.
"Don't move..." he said...I will grab a towel.
He laid the towel down next to me and flipped me over onto it...and again went down on my shaft with his mouth. My dick was standing at full attention.
"If you feel your self starting to cum, don't hold back...let it shoot," he instructed.
"Oh believe me...I will," I responded.
Again he went down on my shaft, and with copious amounts of saliva, my dick got slick fast. He must have felt the intensity building because he put more pressure on it with his lips...and in a moment...I exploded into his mouth. This time, he did not spit...but continued to go up and down on it until the head of my dick became so sensitive that I pulled out of his mouth quickly and covered it with the towel.
"Too sensitive man...can't take anymore," I exclaimed.
"I know what you mean...some times I get that way too.
I looked at the clock...it said 6:30 AM...that was a fast two hours...where did the time go.
"Man...why is it that the things that feel the best go the fastest," Ted snapped. "I have to get you back to the rangers station in less than 30 minutes. Grab a quick shower...and I'll fix us something quick to eat."
We wolfed down some pop tarts and hot chocolate and ran out to Ted's truck. The rain had let up a bit...but it was still sprinkling. I wondered what the other guys would be like when we got back to the ranger's station. As we drove into the driveway...all of the guys were inside. As we went in...all faces turned to me and eye brows went up...they were asking in a silent gesture..."well, did you get it last night."
I smiled and shook my head no. Their countenances fell.
Tom looked at me and mouthed, " You didn't get it last night?"
"No," I whispered as soft as I could, " I did not get a stiff dick up the ass last night."
The others looked down at the floor...obviously surprised and disappointed. I was not going to tell them that Ted was the one who got it last night and I was the one who gave it to him. I didn't get it until this morning.
The Ranger interrupted our silent dialog, "We are going to take you to the island to check out your gear and see how things faired. The storm danger is over...but the rain may be here for a few days. It may be necessary to bring your gear to shore and regroup."
There was a break in the rain and Ted and the Ranger took us in their boat to the island. What had been a nice landing was now a mud bog. We climbed on the stones up to the camp site and found our camp in chaos. The wind had beat the tents down. Evidently the rain had wet the ground to such an extent that the tent stakes had given away in the wind. The picnic table and dinning fly were all on the ground. The storm had been particularly brutal to the island and our camp site on a high spot had taken the brunt of both wind and rain. We gathered up the pots and pans and eating utensils and but them into some heavy duty bags that the ranger had given us. The tents when blown down and had allowed the rain to enter...and we found that all the sleeping bags were soaked with not a dry spot on them anywhere. The clothing that we had left in the tent was also saturated. We found nothing that wasn't soaked to the core. We
gathered clothing and sleeping gear and placed them into heavy plastic bags and then rolled up the tents and placed them also into plastic bags.
"You boys are not going to be able to use your camping gear again until it is dried out and cleaned up," the ranger said. "We'll take your things back to the station and tow your canoes behind the boat. It may take a few days...but not to worry...we will help you set everything right. We can dry your tents and camping gear in the boat house, and your clothing...we can rewash and dry at our homes...if you do not mind being our house guests a few more days."
I think we were all overwhelmed at their kindness. The Ranger called his wife and told her of our predicament...and she said that she would love to have us for a few more days. She told us later that it was like having the grandchildren home for a visit. Mitch and his wife also agreed...that we should stay with them for a few more days. The lake side community seemed to come to our aid...and it was amazing how kind and encouraging they all were toward us.
Ted leaned over to me and whispered low... "I don't want you to leave either."
As he passed behind me to his work station...I felt his hand pat my butt. For once...I was not in a hurry to get the canoes back in the water and move on down the waterway.
In the boat house, we suspended our tents with cords from the rafters and pulled the side walls open so that fans could dry out the moisture and prevent the nylon canvas from molding. Sleeping bags had to be washed and dried in commercial dryers at a near by laundry mat. Our canoes were also brought into the boat and we toweled them down to remove most of the moisture from with in and put fans on the seams to draw out the moisture from the ballast chambers in the bow and stern. One of the older residents suggested that the aluminum canoes might benefit from a waxing with some car wax. As much as one would think that young people would not care for such activities...we all knew that wax on a canoe made it lift better in the water...much like wax on snow skies made them glide better down a mountain slope.
With the day committed to cleaning up our gear...we realized that the good citizens of this lake side community were doing us a great favor with all their help and assistance. We felt such a profound sense of gratitude for their generosity. One local resident had a car buffing polisher...and it did not take long at all to put a high sheen on the bottom and sides of our canoes.
We sat around for over an hour and devoured our salads and pizza. The locals were very friendly and engaging. We were becoming familiar with them and none of us were particularly anxious to return to base camp. By middle afternoon, the thunder storm stirred up again and the rain fell in torrents.
"Well, what should we do this afternoon," Tom asked. "go back to the boat house and play cards?"
Fred turned from the window and said, "well, it doesn't look like it is going to be fit to be outside. It really is getting dark along the horizon. Are they sure there are no tornadoes in the North Woods..?"
A guy across the aisle...had heard Fred's remark and turned to face us.
"You know...there was a tornado up here in the late 1890's and it wiped out the whole community...even the lake blew away" ...and on and on he rambled. As we looked at the other listeners...grinning from ear to ear...we knew that we were being treated to a north woods yarn. It was a catchy story...but completely created...probably from a whiskey bottle. We thanked him for his information as we departed during a lull in the rain and made a dash for the boat house.
At the boat house...Ted and the Ranger were checking the drying progress of our gear. The humidity was so high with the thunder showers that the tents and our gear were not drying out much. We tried to light one of the camp stoves...but the fuel in the tank was ruined...and we had to discard it. The gallon can of stove fuel was also ruined...and it too had to be discarded. Once we got on the water again...we would have to find a spot to buy camp fuel or cook on wood...which was not likely because of the rain and saturated scrap wood. It was a distraction to be sure...but we were unconcerned for the present time.
The ranger asked us if we would like to go on patrol with them and of course we all said yes. Surely we would not be going out in the patrol boat on the water. As it was...we were going to go by vehicle to some of the lakes in the area to see if all the camp grounds were secure and to make sure that there had been no lightning strikes. Those who stayed with the Ranger and his wife...went with the Ranger in his station wagon. Mitch took his two guests with him in his Jeep and Ted and I got into his truck and went on our circuit. We would all meet back at the Ranger station when done...and hopefully before the dinner hour. Ted and I did not see the others until later in the evening just before closing time.
"We have a special route this afternoon. We are driving over to White Sands lake and check on the Scout Canoe Base. There is a report of a lightning strike on one of the buildings."
" I hope there is no lightning strike," I responded...but I had been to the Canoe Base with the scouts six years ago when the troop that I belonged to, had come up for a two week tour. The weather had moderated a bit...again, and the drive over to White Sands was very pleasant. As we drove along...Ted unzipped his pants and took his dick out. As he held it in his hand...it started rising.. And looked good.
"Want to give me a suck?"
"Sure," I said...and looking behind and seeing no traffic, and none approaching from the front view...took a breath of air...and ducked below the view of the windshield.
Ted tasted great. He still tasted like the Irish Spring soap he had showered with that morning...and I could not get enough of his taste and his smell. With my head bobbing up and down on his dick...he grew a little bit longer and a little bit thicker. I unbuckled his slacks and pulled his dick over the top of his underwear. He raised up a bit and I pulled his pants down to his knees...and sucked away. It only took about five minutes to get results. He shot his load into my mouth and for a minute...I was concerned that he might not keep the truck on the road...but he recovered quickly. At a stop sign, he wiped the last vestiges of semen from the head of his dick with an old red shop rag...and pulled his pants up, snapped, buckled and zipped. In a matter of minutes we were rolling in to Canoe Base...as Ted grinned with a very contented look on his face.