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.
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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