Unexpected Guest, Chapter 11
When Dalton finally got his week off from work, it was two weeks before his community college classes would begin for the fall term. Shelby had a week and a half before he had to show up for pre-service training. It was a perfect time because the guys could have a leisurely trip instead of being anxious about starting school immediately upon returning home.
They had decided to go to Wisconsin for their last adventure of the summer. Originally, they'd planned to bike some of the trails around Dodgeville for a few days and then canoe in a nearby river. However, the logistics of transporting equipment for both ventures presented too many difficulties to be practical. So, they settled on just the canoeing part and left the cycling for a later date. Perhaps they could go in the fall or defer it until the following summer. Trail permits were good for one calendar year and would expire at the end of December.
On Saturday, they drove up north to the Twin Cities and then turned east to cross into Wisconsin. They eventually found the free campground where they could stay overnight in order to get an early start on Sunday.
The next day, after they'd washed up and eaten, Shelby drove to the camping place where they would land in a few days' at the end of their expedition. They would park the SUV there so it would be handy for their drive home. The outfitter soon met them with his large van and a trailer carrying a number of canoes.
Luckily, the guys had packed sensibly so as not to carry any excess baggage because they were the last passengers to be picked up. The van was almost full of riders and gear before they got on. By placing one of their bags on the floor and propping their feet on it, they managed to sit together, more or less comfortably, in the seats that were left.
Travel conditions improved as various passengers were dropped at different spots on the river. By the end of the ride, there were only two other guys who were going to the farthest place they could put in without having to do a portage around rapids.
Shelby and Dalton were taking an unhurried journey of six days, while the other two were going to do it in four. That meant that they were unlikely to compete for camping sites on the way. Of course there would, no doubt, be a number of others on the river at the same time.
Dalton and Shelby graciously suggested that the other guys go ahead of them to get a faster start.
As they put their rented canoe into the water of the Namekagon River, Dalton broke into a smile that spread across his face.
"I must be an idiot! I've suddenly realized why this all seems familiar. In several of your stories, the characters have taken this very trip. You wrote about this area so graphically that I almost feel like I've been here before. There's the big tree that was uprooted years ago. It's rotted some since you were here last, but I'd know it anywhere.
Did you have a romantic excursion like the one you wrote about? Oops, it's not really any of my business what you did in the past. Sorry I asked."
"You're quite perceptive Dalton. Yes, I did make this trip with three other high school buddies several years ago and we did go skinny dipping and tease each other about getting hard, but that's where the similarities end. There was no erotic play. The sexual activity I've engaged in here was only a product of my fertile imagination, and `Sammy' was the one I did it with in my mind."
"So, you were thinking of me when you wrote those hot accounts?"
Shelby blushed as he nodded.
"This is our chance to make them a reality – at least some of them!" Dalton grinned.
For the next five days, the lovers concentrated on reenacting Shelby's fantasy. The only time they were dressed was when they were in the canoe, and then, they wore as little as they could get away without being arrested for indecent exposure.
In anticipation of revealing as much skin as possible, both had packed skimpy vintage running shorts purchased from the Goodwill Store and altered for the occasion. With the liners cut out, the split-legged design made "wardrobe malfunctions" common. It was easy for their cocks to slip out if they were sitting just right, but normally the fabric covered their junk enough to be decent. The shorts also provided easy access when they stopped along the way for lunch or a snack. Thinking of the possibilities kept them in a nearly perpetual state of arousal.
After Sunday, traffic on the river had fallen off sharply. Skinny dipping was safe at almost any time of the day. In fact, if they stayed partially submerged, no one could see anything anyway.
With natural plant growth to screen the campsites, they could, and did, go naked most of the time when they weren't canoeing. Both of them soon lost what tan lines they had.
The abundance of wildlife and beautiful flowers created an ambience which was far removed from the neat lawns and concrete of their small city in Iowa. It was like being in a totally different world.
Dalton loved every minute of their "primitive" adventure. It gave him empathy with Lewis and Clark in their exploration. Gathering wood for campfires and cooking added to the feeling of being an explorer. Throwing "wood" a lot of the time led to adventures of another kind.
Of course there was no Sacagawea to accompany them, but that was just fine. Neither of them had an interest in having a female along on the trek. That would only have inhibited their lovemaking.
Dalton remembered a particular scene from one of Shel's stories when they arrived at their next to last camping spot. Something about the steps up from the river triggered it in his mind.
After their dinner, when they were bathing naked in the river, Dalton came up behind Shelby and slid his hard cock between Shelby's butt-cheeks just like one of the fictional characters had done to his lover.
Shel picked up on what he was doing and put his right hand under Dalton's tool to keep it nestled snugly against his rosebud. Dalton then began to thrust as if they were consummating their relationship. He felt so on fire that it didn't take him long to begin the whimpering sound that signaled his impending orgasm.
"Cum for me, Baby!" Shel encouraged. "Spill your love juice!"
That was all the motivation needed to make Dalton explode, filling Shelby's cupped hand with a big load. Shel sucked part of it into his mouth and offered the rest to his lover. Then they French kissed, enjoying the taste and texture of Dalton's offering.
As soon as Dalton caught his breath again, he turned around so that Shelby could hump against him in the same manner. Even though he'd just cum, Dalton got hard again from the stimulation of his sphincter and perineum. Shelby came even more quickly than Dalton had because of already being aroused to the max.
After sharing that load, they rinsed their bodies and climbed up to their tent.
"That was from Scouting Outing, chapter two, page four or five," Dalton giggled.
"Yes it was! You have an excellent memory for details. It's no wonder you're making good grades in your college courses."
"Text book reading doesn't stick with me quite as well, I'm afraid. This is emblazoned in my mind because of the several times I jacked off while reading it. You have no idea how much you helped me survive as a lonely gay kid who felt like he was the only one in the whole school. I didn't even know another gay person other than you, and you were a far-off dream."
"Sam was an unattainable lover for me too," Shelby sighed, "but now I have him, you, in my life. I know I've said this before, but God, I'm so glad I didn't chicken out when I decided to post my stuff on Nifty."
"Me too! Can we get in the tent and cuddle? I love you so much, but the mosquitoes are beginning to zero in on my ass!"
"Good plan! If anyone's gonna bite your sweet tushie, it should be me!"
"That sounds HOT!"
"Let's get in there so I can nibble!"
Morning came early, giving them time to enjoy their last unhurried breakfast out away from civilization. They took their time tidying up and packing as well.
They didn't have a lot of distance to cover, so their paddling was more for steering than propulsion. There was no motivation to hurry.
Even after spending an hour over lunch on the riverbank, they arrived at the campground where the SUV was parked around 2:30 in the afternoon.
They would have a hot shower and spend the night there in order to get an early start the next morning for the long drive home.
Shelby checked in with the outfitter after they pulled the canoe out for the last time. The girl who answered the phone said that someone would come for the canoe later in the afternoon if they weren't in a hurry to leave. Shel assured her that they were staying the night and weren't in any rush.
Since there was a small town nearby with a good local eatery, the guys decided not to cook supper. The only food supplies they had left were dried dinners and a can of Spam. Neither sounded tempting when there would be a home-cooked dinner with a big salad within a few miles drive.
When they returned to their camp, they went to bed early so they could share their bodies and still get plenty of sleep in preparation for their drive back to Iowa.
As they lay there awaiting the sandman, Dalton recounted the various intimate things they'd done in the past several days. He admitted that they hadn't reenacted every scene Shel had ever written about that took place on a canoe trip, but they'd made a dent in the list.
Shel reminded him that guys in erotic fantasies were always possessed with super-human appetites and the stamina to back them up. Mere mortals couldn't possibly cum as many times in a 24 hour period, even at the age of 19. Anyway, the closeness and the sex had been incredible!
It was fairly late on Saturday night when Shelby and Dalton arrived home. They left everything in the SUV but their toiletries, and took a quick shower before tumbling into bed. Their clean sheets and comfortable bed lulled them to sleep almost immediately.
Despite their desire to tidy up their gear and get it stowed away properly, they went to church on Sunday morning, putting off those chores until later. Dalton drove because his car was clean and not loaded with stuff like the SUV.
The service was good, and they visited with several friends at coffee hour before heading out to eat.
Waiting to be seated for brunch, they ran into Wally and Lew who invited them to sit at their table. As they were savoring their first bites, Wally's usual smile grew even larger.
"I was hoping to see you as soon as you got back because I wanted you to be the first to know. Lew and I have decided to live together for a year to see how things work out. If he can still stand me by the end of that time, we'll make it official," Wally beamed.
"I'm so happy for you," Shelby exclaimed.
"Me too!" Dalton added. "I thought I felt chemistry between you the last time we saw you."
"I guess I'm not as inscrutable as I'd like to think," Lew blushed. "I may not be a teenager, but I'm as excited as one and it must show."
"Imagine being that much in love and BEING a teenager at the same time – like me," Dalton joked.
"Are you still in your teens?" Lew asked. "You seem so mature; I figured you to be in your 20's like Shelby. I hope I didn't offend you."
"No offense taken. I don't mind being mistaken for a full-fledged adult. I mean, I'm of majority age, but that doesn't guarantee I'll always act like it. Shel's a good influence on me to keep me grounded," Dalton responded.
"And Dalton keeps me from being more serious than I should be in my 20's. I think we're a good match."
"You guys are perfect together!" Wally agreed. "And you inspired me to take a chance and tell Lew how much I care for him.
On the way home, Shel and Dalton discussed Wally's revelation in more detail.
"Did you suspect that Wally was on our team?" Dalton asked. "You've known him a lot longer than I have."
"Honestly, he didn't set off my gaydar when I first met him. I believe he was dating a woman at that time. I remember later when I asked him for legal advice about you, he said you were cute, but he followed that up by saying that he didn't think a person had to be gay to make that assessment. That kind of threw me off the scent, so to speak."
"May I asked you a personal question?" Dalton said.
"I suppose. Is there anything about me that you don't know already?"
"Well, maybe some stuff. Did you ever have a crush on Wally?"
"I suppose that I thought of him as being desirable, but I didn't lust for him. May I turn that back to you? How did you feel about Hermes when you met him?"
"I see your point. Yeah, I thought he was cute, perhaps adorable, but I felt protective of him, not like I wanted to jump his bones like I did yours - even though you said I was a free agent."
"I'm flattered that you lusted after me instead of a cute boy your own age. That makes my head swell."
"Dare I ask which head?"
"You're incorrigible!"
"Thanks! I consider that a high compliment. Maybe I can help the swelling go down before we go to sleep tonight."
While draping their sleeping bags and tent over lawn chairs in the sun to air them out, the guys discussed their upcoming week. Dalton had several days scheduled at the store, and Shelby had things to do at school even before the pre-service workshops on Thursday and Friday. It was time to gear up again.
Dalton planned to begin reading some of the material in his classes to get a head start as well. He had loaded up his schedule in order to have enough credits by the end of next summer to begin at the university. By doing that, he could rationalize getting married while he was still in school. Given the college funds provided by his grandma and uncles, he could do that without adding to Shel's financial burdens. Either way, he wanted to become a wage-earner and equal partner as soon as possible.
Monday morning came early for Dalton since he had to help stock shelves before the doors opened at 8:00. Shel got up with him, cooking their breakfast while Dalton showered and dressed. They might have done that together, but both knew it would end up taking more time and water than it would save.
Both pitched in on tidying up the kitchen so that Shel wouldn't be stuck with it alone. They did indulge in a bit of grab-ass in the process, but not enough to get them completely off task.
With a quick kiss and hug, Dalton bounced out the kitchen door to his car.
Shelby went to shower and make their bed. He was pleased to see that Dalton had already done the latter chore and had picked up the underwear that they'd dropped on the floor the night before. It was great to have a helpmate.
Then he headed to school to print off the new syllabus and schedule for his upper level sections. While there, he visited with a few of his colleagues who had come in early to prepare for the year. The head of the language department told him how pleased she was that he would be working with AP students. She felt that because of his age, he would inspire some of the kids who didn't feel close to older teachers.
Once school began, the pace picked up rapidly. Dalton was thankful that he'd read ahead in several classes so that he didn't panic when something came up to cut into his study time.
He was also happy that Shel and he had learned to accept that neither of them was Superman. If some of the household chores had to slide because of the pressure of school priorities, they both understood that those details were less important than their relationship.
Shelby really pushed himself early in the term to make his new classes as perfect for his students as possible, while maintaining his own school work.
Everything was starting off well!
Author's notes: Thanks to Chandra B, Dick M, Ott H, Wayne, Geoff S, Jim L, John L, Tony W, Tom A, Don S, Bill K, Jim W, Mendy D, and Tony F who emailed this week about the chapter. I appreciate your continued support.
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I hope to get the next chapter posted just before Christmas. Either way, have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
David