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Carter and the Biker Boy
Chapter 43
The next ten days went by faster than I thought they'd go by. Since cross country practice started on the first, the three of us, Parker, LT, and I were now busy for the first three hours of each day practicing. It really wasn't anything that we weren't already used to, other than the conditioning exercises. When the actual running started, we were pretty much the first three to finish. It made us feel great knowing that the work we put in over the summer paid off. Oh yeah, and our coach was quite impressed with the shape we were in.
We didn't see much of John those days, other than when he stopped over to have dinner with us on the weekend before going on the camping trip. He was busy getting prepared for the upcoming school year and spending his free time taking Jake on little trips to places like the Milwaukee Zoo, the museums in Chicago, and even to a Cubs game.
Mom was busy too, since she was working extra hours at the hospital filling in for some of her coworkers who were on vacation. She was getting a little nervous about the camping trip, since she really didn't know what to expect, other than what John, Jake, and I had told her about our experiences. It was actually funny how afraid she was of small animals coming into or near the tent, especially after Jake had told her about the time when a skunk nearly came inside the tent last year. John and I both groaned when Jake told her that because then she was convinced that tent camping would not be for her.
As for Parker and me, our time together wasn't nearly as much as we'd like, but Parker needed to spend more time with his mom since they were trying to adjust to the absence of his dad. For the most part, it was a good thing, but there were still little things that he used to take care of, like mowing the lawn and other maintenance type things around the house. After talking to Tio Javier though, Parker's mom agreed to pay Tio and his workers to mow their lawn. Javy, who had spent most of the summer working with my Tio, was now practicing soccer almost all day at school. Since Harlem had won the state championship last year, it made the team want to work harder to defend their title. He had really bulked up over the summer and was incredibly tan from working in the sun all day. His curly, shoulder length black hair had all the girls and several guys drooling over him. The worst part of it was that he knew it and was quickly becoming aware that he could have any girl he wanted. His cocky attitude was getting worse as well.
LT was excited about the new school year. The three of us were getting along great. Spending the summer working on the house and then of course the eventual news about Parker and me did not stress our friendship at all. In a sense it felt like it solidified our friendship even more. I can't explain why, but it was comforting to Parker and me knowing that our straight friend was always going to be there and have our backs if we needed anything. Thinking about it a little too much one day I came to the conclusion that the three of us had a lot in common in the fact that we did not have our fathers in our lives. Although we never really talked much about our absent fathers, we knew it was there. I guess that's why we were brothers and had each other's backs. And one thing that was for certain: we knew we could rely on John to be there if something got too heavy for us to deal with.
And so the ten days passed sooner than I thought they would, and before I knew it, Friday morning arrived, and it was time to get ready to pack up and head north. John and Jake provided the camping gear, we provided the food. Loaded up with bacon wrapped six ounce filet mignons from our local meat market, chicken breasts, eggs, bacon, sausage, cookies, brownies, potatoes, onions, chocolate bars, graham crackers, marshmallows, coffee, plenty of water and soda, we were ready to go.
The weather man promised us a great weekend as far as the weather was concerned. Since a cold front had passed through the Ontario area earlier in the week bringing rain and cooler temperatures, the ever present summer humid air had retreated to the south, making way for almost a taste of early fall temperatures with no humidity. No weather systems were forecasted to drift in until mid-week, which meant the skies would be crystal clear each night, making them highly favorable for seeing the Perseid meteor shower in all of its glory. John told us that with this type of weather forecast, we'd better bring our sweatshirts and be prepared to really enjoy the campfire each night.
From the moment we loaded everything into John's car until we pulled into the Wildcat Mountain State Park, the four of us talked almost non-stop. John and Jake shared camping stories with us, and John also told us about his experiences backpacking in several of the national parks during his younger days as a college student. His favorite place to backpack was Olympic National Park in Washington State. His first trip was a twenty eight mile trek into the mountains where he spent his very first day backpacking hiking nine miles in constant, slow rain. By the time that he and his friend got to the first campsite, their hiking boots and socks were absolutely soaked. His recollection of the first backpacking trip and other trips made me dream about someday going on such a trip with Parker or even John, or the three of us. It would be amazing to share his knowledge and experience in the backcountry.
Just as promised, the weather was phenomenal. We arrived at the state park at two o'clock in the afternoon. By the time we got checked in and arrived at the campsite, set the tents up, and got our sleeping bags and clothes moved into the tents, it was time to start getting dinner ready. Mom and John started making dinner while Jake and I went to the small playground to swing and toss the football that Jake brought.
I really liked Jake. He was a cool kid, and although it was strange for me to be around a kid younger than me (okay, yeah I'd been around my younger cousins Luis and Hectorcito) but to spend "quality" time with a younger kid who seemed to look up to me was something I wasn't used to. But since Jake did look up to me and thought I was "cool" or so he told John, I thought how cool it might have been to have a little brother or okay, even a little sister. But given the fact that I'm sixteen years old and Mom's not married, I guess some things in life just aren't meant to be.
"So who do you like for football, Carter?" Jake asked as we tossed the football back and forth. "In case you couldn't tell, I like the Packers." He smiled, showing me the back of his Packer's home jersey, the name Love was on the back. I didn't really follow football that much, but I did not like the Bears, so I told him that I liked the Packers too, whenever I watched football.
"Who's your favorite player on the Packers" he asked. "Mine is Jordan Love, in case you didn't know. He's going to do great this year. We really don't miss Rogers at all."
"I agree, I would say that my favorite player is Love as well." Jake just smiled, then did his best quarterback imitation while calling the play by play.
"Love fades back, looking downfield. He's got Watson open in the end zone. He lets it fly..." He tossed me the football, and thankfully I caught it. "Touchdown! Christian Watson! Time has expired! Packers win the game!" He ran up to me, high fiving me, being all exuberant as if we'd won the game. All I could think to myself was how cool it would be to have a little brother like Jake.
Mom came down by the playground.
"Chicos, ya... es tiempo a comer! It's time to eat! Ven!"
"That means it's time for us to eat." I told Jake.
"I know, Carter. I'm taking Spanish in case you didn't know." I just laughed.
Dinner was phenomenal. On the small charcoal grill John cooked potatoes, onions, and butter with seasoning wrapped in foil, and had enough room to grill the six ounce bacon wrapped filet mignon steaks. We also had some green beans that had pieces of sauteed bacon pieces and onions in them that John had prepared at home. The meal was soooo good! I had one of the filets with two helpings of potatoes and onions and two helpings of green beans and bacon. For dessert mom had brought brownies, and Jake and I both ate two pieces.
After cleaning up from dinner, we sat around basically in a food coma -- unable to move around much due to all of the food we'd eaten.
"Okay boys, let's take a walk over to the outlook point so we can see the sunset, okay?" John told Mom about seeing the sun setting over the Kickapoo River Valley was a big thing.
"We can't miss it if we're here. Most evenings it's extra special. If there are some clouds, the brilliant hues of orange and red is just spectacular. If there are no clouds and the sun just disappears over the western horizon, the orange after glow is just as special."
Mom listened intently, trying to soak in so much of the local ways of doing things at the campground. It was such a stark change from her mundane work at the hospital, that granted had its nightly challenges and such. But to be out here and understand how in the campground it was paramount to witness something so simple as a sunset, was such a change for her -- something that would take a day or two to get used to.
Once the sun made its descent below the horizon, its orange hues painting the landscape in a color known only to those precious moments in the mornings just before sunrise and evenings after sunset, we made the short walk back to the campsite. Fortunately our campsite was located near the edge of the bluff away from the road and other campsites. Despite the canopy of the forty year old honey locust trees above our home for the weekend, a short walk from the campsite on the way to the restroom facilities rewarded us with a clear view of the skies above.
John had bought four bundles of mixed hardwood firewood from the local wood provider who had a hay wagon full of firewood parked just outside of the park ranger's station, which would last us for the entire weekend's campfires. When we returned to the campsite from using the restroom, John and Jake started the campfire. Experts at providing us with a nice warm fire, John and Jake marveled over their accomplishment as the flames licked into the air above, some three feet above the round steel ring that contained the fire from getting out of hand.
"Are you boys hungry for s'mores?" John asked. Of course we said that we were. A short time later we were holding three foot long branches with toasted marshmallows about to fall into the fire if we weren't careful.
Mom had graham crackers and pieces of milk chocolate bars ready for us after we toasted marshmallows to perfection. The first one I attempted to toast to perfection actually got too close to the flame and fell into the fire, catching on fire almost immediately, burning up, the carbon remnants disappearing mere seconds later.
Jake toasted his to perfection, and as he placed the toasted marshmallow on top of the chocolate piece, mom placed the graham cracker on top and seconds later Jake was enjoying the fruits of his labor.
I tried another marshmallow, and thankfully learned to not leave it too close to the flame. In another minute, I enjoyed a s'more as well.
We repeated this process a couple times so both Mom and John could enjoy a s'more or two as well.
When I finished my third s'more, I realized that if I ate anything else, I'd probably have to either run to the bushes or the restroom to get rid of the contents of my stomach. So no more s'mores or anything else for me. Jake felt the same way.
"Okay boys, I think it's time to go to the clearing near the playground to wait for shooting stars. Are you guys ready?" John asked.
We both responded that we were, mostly excited to see shooting stars. While Jake had witnessed a fair amount of shooting stars in the years passed, this would be my first experience seeing a meteor shower. I couldn't wait.
The Perseids did not disappoint us. There must have been at least twenty meteors falling in the hour that we laid on the Mexican blanket Mom brought with us to watch the sky. The waxing crescent moon had already set, chasing the sun over the horizon. The sky seemed alive with the meteors and the stars. I'd never seen so many bright stars, nor had I ever seen the Milky Way stretching from north to south across the sky. I was completely in awe of what I was witnessing. Mom said that she hadn't seen stars like this since she was a little girl spending time at her grandparent's rancho in Mexico.
"Wow, did you see that one?" she exclaimed as a brighter than usual meteor streaked across the sky.
"I did! That was awesome!" I replied. "Whoa, there's another one!" That particular meteor looked like landed really close, but in reality it was probably somewhere over Canada. "So what do you guys think? Isn't it amazing up here, Teresa?" John asked Mom.
"Oh si, most definitely the sky is muy bonito, very pretty indeed, and also very romantic!" I looked over at John and Mom in time to see John standing behind her, his hands around her waist, kissing her neck. It was the first time that I'd seen them being romantic like that. Suddenly it made me miss Parker and wish that he could have come along with us. But since it was John's invitation, I thought it'd be best to not ask if Parker could go too.
"Carter, look over there, up in the sky. See that constellation? That's the Big Dipper." Jake pointed it out for me. "And did you know that the North star, or Polaris is easy to find? All you have to do is look up to the Big Dipper. The two stars on the end of the Dipper's "cup" point the way to Polaris, which is the tip of the handle of the Little Dipper, or the tail of the little bear in the constellation Ursa Minor."
I was in complete awe of Jake's knowledge. I guess that for me growing up in the city, I never really thought much about the stars. But seeing them like this over forty miles away from the residual lights of the nearest city, La Crosse, I was amazed at how they almost seemed to be so...alive!
"Carter, you know what?" I asked him what. "You need to make a wish when you see a shooting star and it will come true. Did you know that?"
"I think I've heard that before, but this is truly the first time I've ever seen shooting stars, or meteors, right?" Mom heard our conversation and added her take on the subject.
"Mi amor, I don't think you've ever seen shooting stars before. But si, if you see one you can make a wish, and it will come true." John agreed with her.
"Listen to Jake and your mom, buddy. They are right!"
I just smiled and thanked them. Not less than a minute later another huge one arced across the sky. I closed my eyes after it burned up in the atmosphere, made my wish and hoped that yes, it would come true.
We stayed out at the playground for another half hour before the shooting stars seemed to taper off in frequency. I didn't want to get greedy, but I actually wound up making something like five more wishes for each of the next five shooting stars I saw. Since it was almost midnight, we were all pretty tired. I gathered up the blanket and could tell that Jake was getting tired too. He kept telling me silly things that were very serious to him. He started out everything he said to me with "Carter, you know what?" It was almost getting funny, but I tried to listen intently to everything he told me. Finally John told him to let Carter rest and that it was time for everyone to go to bed. We walked up to the restroom facility, brushed our teeth, used the bathroom, and then walked back to the campsite.
Jake and I climbed into the small two man tent that was actually the tent John used when he used to go backpacking. It was a nice sized tent, just perfect for Jake and me. Jake started telling me another fact, but never finished it as his voice tailed off as he fell asleep. I could hear Mom and John laughing a little bit in their tent, and as much as I didn't want to think about it, the thought of them being together having...fun was weird, but I can imagine that since they'd been dating since the beginning of the year, they were probably doing more than just sleeping in separate sleeping bags. Moments later after that thought, I drifted off to sleep.
Just before dawn Saturday morning, I was awoken by a cardinal singing in the tree above the tent. It was as if he was actually on top of the tent. I looked over at Jake to see him still deep asleep. I tried to close my eyes to get more sleep, but I just laid there for the most part until I heard John's voice, so I knew he and Mom were probably awake.
We all got up shortly after seven. John was already cooking breakfast on the portable camping stove. The aroma of bacon being cooked on the stove was wafting through our campsite. Jake and I just sat on the end of the picnic table which was bathed in full sunshine. With the morning being on the cool side, the sun and my black hoodie felt nice and toasty warm. Mom and John were both sipping on coffee while cooking. Before I knew it, breakfast was ready. Jake and I both had a nice tall cup of orange juice, along with three strips of bacon and some scrambled eggs.
With breakfast behind us, once the dishes and food was put away, we got dressed and headed to downtown Ontario to rent the canoes. Once again, Mom was a little nervous about going out on the river, but all three of us tried to reassure her that the chances of her drowning in this river were less than five percent. Of course Jake, John and I ganged up on her, telling her that she had a greater chance of getting hit by a bus, lightning, plane crash, and other silly things than drowning in the crooked, shallow, and cool Kickapoo River.
Just to be on the safe side of things, Mom put on a life preserver as soon as we left the canoe outfitter's building. Fortunately getting there early was a good thing, as the guy at the outfitter place said that there were going to be several larger groups of people coming in from all over the place to canoe the Kickapoo.
With both canoes in the water now, our float began. Mom sat in the front of the canoe with John, and Jake started off in the back of our silver aluminum canoe with me in the front. We were trying to not make it a race, but we were way out in front of Mom and John. In their defense, Mom kept asking John questions about the water, canoeing, and the wildflowers along the banks of the river.
Four hours later, we were at the first take out location in the lower part of the state park. It was the place where we were going to be picked up by the outfitter, so John and I pulled the canoes out of the water and placed them next to the blacktop boat ramp. It really didn't make any sense why there would be a boat ramp for boats to be unloaded into the water, since the only floating vessels that would make it through this part of the river would be canoes. When the outfitter arrived a few minutes later with his beat up twelve passenger van pulling a trailer that carried something like eight canoes, I could see why there was a boat ramp. The young guys that looked to be maybe eighteen expertly backed the van and trailer down the ramp close to the river's edge, making it much easier to load up the canoes.
Instead of eating a picnic lunch, John invited us to the Ontario Bar and Grill for lunch. He told us that they had the best hamburgers in the entire county. He wasn't lying. With at least a half pound of fresh, lean meat, more bacon, freshly made cheddar cheese slices, tomatoes, onions and ketchup and mustard made it all I could do to finish the burger. With a side of fries and huge cherry coke, I walked away from the restaurant ready to take a nap.
I guess I did fall asleep in the car and didn't realize that we were stopping at one of the Amish farms to buy some baked goods. Mom had never seen an Amish farm before, so for her it was so interesting to see how they lived. We stopped at three more farms, picking up cookies, an apple pie, some fudge, and some fresh cinnamon rolls for breakfast tomorrow morning. The last Amish farm where we stopped happened to be the same farm where I saw the cute guy earlier in the summer. I was keenly aware of this as we pulled into the driveway of the farm. John wanted Mom to see the furniture that the owner of the farm made in his shop. I hoped that I'd see the same boy again, but as we walked into the workshop instead I saw who I guessed was his father. I could definitely see a resemblance, with the exception of the beard. Mom was looking at a rocking chair that she really liked, and John liked one of the small table and chair sets that was best used in a small kitchen.
We'd been there for almost a half hour, and while I could tell that Jake was getting a little antsy, I was still holding out hope that the Amish boy would come into the workshop. Finally Jake asked if I would take him out of the workshop, so I whispered to Mom that we were going to go outside. She just told us to behave ourselves.
A few minutes later three or four chickens came up by us acted like we were going to feed them something better than the bugs and weeds they'd been eating. Jake put his finger down and almost immediately the ring leader bravely thought Jake had food in his hand, so it pecked at Jake's fingers. This caused Jake to react in a manner that resembled getting his finger caught in a door or something. I was so caught up in what was going on that I didn't realize that the cute Amish boy had walked up behind us.
"Don't worry, she won't hurt you, she just thinks you have food for her." His voice was so rich and deep that I couldn't help but turn around almost in awe and I smiled at him. "Oh I remember you and your brother. You stopped here back in June, didn't ya?"
I found my voice and answered nervously. "Yes, we were. We brought my Mom back up with us this time."
"That's nice. Do you think your dad and mom will buy the anything from our store?" I thought Jake was going to say something about his comment, but he was pretty much infatuated with the little brave hen that was now incessantly pecking his fingers.
"My mom is very interested in one of the rocking chairs." I told him, then told him about how John was interested in the table and chairs. "I'm not sure how we would get them both back home, but maybe we would come back up later."
"That would be great. They are made all by hand, I've helped my father make both the rockers and the table and chairs. I love working with wood. My name is Caleb, by the way." He extended his hand to shake mine. His calloused, thick, and big hand firmly shook my hand in a manner that exuded confidence, yet friendliness. I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help to look down at what appeared to be good sized.
"Hi Caleb, I'm Carter, and this is Jake. I have a friend back home named Caleb" I told him. He smiled from ear to ear.
"Well now you have a friend in Ontario named Caleb as well." Strangely enough, his scent was the same as I'd remembered it was before, one of sweat and youth mixed together. It was an intoxicating scent almost, and I was almost glad but also disappointed when John and Mom left the workshop and asked us if we were ready to go back to the campsite. Although Jake was having a great time with the chickens, I could tell he was ready to go.
"How did ya like the rocking chair and the table and chairs?" Caleb asked Mom and John.
"Very nice and definitely of high quality!" Mom emphatically replied. Hopefully we'll be back up when we have a way to bring them back home."
"That'd be great. I hope to see you all back up here again. If the pieces you want have been sold, we can certainly make you more to what you would really like." I could tell that Caleb was quickly learning the art of selling. With his personality and good products, it would seem that he'd be quite successful. As we got back to the car, Caleb waved and said "Good bye Carter and Jake! See you when you come back again." I waved back, smiled, and still couldn't keep my eyes off of what was definitely worth looking at as we drove away.
By now we were all tired and when we returned to the campsite, we all took a short nap in our respective tents, then woke up to start dinner. Tonight's menu was barbeque chicken breasts, more potatoes and onions, and a salad. It was a great feast again. Once dinner was over, Jake and I went back to the playground to throw the football around again. This time there were several other kids there including a very cute guy that had to be my age or a little bit younger. They asked us if we could play catch with us, and so of course we let them.
The boy's name was Brenden, and his little brother's name was Bryan. Brenden and I began talking about football, school, where we were from, and what was my little brother's name. I started to say he wasn't my little brother, but then I just said that my little brother's name was Jake. We must have played with them for nearly an hour, as the sun started to creep a little closer to the horizon; the shadows of the huge oak trees were getting longer by the minute.
Brenden and Bryan had to go back to their campsite, and since it would be getting closer to sunset, we decided to head back to our campsite as well. It was a good thing we did, because John said he was about to come and get us in the car. He and Mom had plans to go hiking on the trail that traverses the hill that is on the edge of the river in the lower part of the state park -- the same place where we took the canoes out of the river earlier in the day.
Something didn't seem right about John; it was if he was nervous about something. I wanted to ask him what was going on but thought I'd better not. Jake picked up on it as well, and did ask him, but he simply said that nothing was wrong. He did say that it was going to be important for us to get to the top of the hill so we could watch the sunset across the valley. It was not like him to be kind of bossy like that, but I just thought it was from the long day.
Boy was I wrong.
He seemed to be preoccupied about something and was in a big hurry to get to the top of the hill. So nearly out of breath, he and Mom made it to the top with several minutes to spare. Mom agreed with John and us that the view was spectacular from the vantage point of the lookout spot on the hill. We could see the Kickapoo River Valley stretching out below us from as far north as we could see to as far south as we could see. To think that there was just that small river at the lowest point in the valley was very cool. Looking closely at the bottom of the valley, I could see the river meandering back and forth as it continued its journey through the valley from north to south. Looking a little to the north, it was easy to spot where the river made an eastern turn as it brushed up against the parking lot where we took our canoes out earlier in the day. I can see why John and Jake loved coming up here. Now using the zig zagging pole fence that was made out of ten inch round poles laid on their side to brace ourselves up when we gazed across the valley, John seemed to relax just a bit. I still detected him being a bit nervous.
The sun was about fifteen minutes away from the official setting time. John took his phone out and asked if he could get a selfie of the four of us with the setting sun as a backdrop. Of course we said sure. He took several different shots, some with us being serious, some with us being silly, and then some with just him and Mom; him and Jake; then Mom and me, and finally just another one of him and Mom.
An older couple walked up as we were getting ready to take one last picture together. The lady, who looked to be in her mid-sixties (?) asked if John wanted her to take a picture of the four of us. John told her sure if she didn't mind. After she took a picture of John and Mom together, with me on John's right side and Jake on Mom's left side, the lady made a neat comment.
"Well you sure have a nice family, and I think your picture is going to look wonderful." We thanked her and Mom was about to tell her that we weren't a family when John stopped her.
"Dear, she's right, we are a nice family, aren't we?" as he winked at Mom, prompting her response:
"Of course mi amor, the nicest and best family ever, right?" The lady and her husband just smiled, and then John asked the lady if she would do something else for him.
"Okay, sure, um would you like another picture?"
"Well, actually, I was wondering if you could shoot a short video of us, would that be okay?"
"Sure, just show me how to do that." So John showed her how and then he told me and Jake to stand by Mom. I was confused and wasn't sure what was going on. And then John told the lady to start, and as he turned to face Mom, he began.
"Teresa, we've known each other since high school. For whatever reason, after our first date back then we went our separate ways. I had always wondered what happened to you, but of course our paths did not cross again until that day back in October of last year, when fate brought us together due to one of the most peculiar incidents, when Carter got into a fight with another student. I mean sometimes it's hard to figure things out, but had Carter not gotten into that fight, chances are we might not have met back up again." Mom laughed a bit of a nervous laugh, one I'd not heard from her before. She nodded her head, and I noticed she was really smiling and nodding her head at everything John was saying to her.
"And since that day of seeing you again last October, I must say that the past ten months have been some of the most wonderful months of my life." Mom agreed and said hers too.
"With that being said, Teresa," Very slowly John got down on one knee, and I thought he dropped something on the ground, but... "Will you marry me, become my wife, and allow me to adopt Carter to be our son, and become a family of four?"
I about started to cry in shock. I couldn't believe what I was hearing! John proposed to my Mom! He wanted to adopt me, and to take his last name too!
"Yes, John, I will marry you, and yes, if it's okay with Carter, you can adopt him to take your last name and we'll be a family!" With that, John placed a beautiful gold engagement ring with a nice sized diamond on Mom's finger. They embraced and kissed, which caused Jake to say "Yuck!" I was literally crying tears of joy. I was in shock!
"So Carter, is it okay with you for me to adopt you, and you become my son?" John asked, smiling, hoping that I'd say yes.
Through teary eyes, I managed to choke out "Yes sir, absolutely. I'd be proud to be called your son!"
The lady taking the video started hooting and hollering things like YES and OH MY GOD! It was so cool! Her husband came over and shook John's hand, gave Mom a hug, patted me on the back and congratulated the four of us. At first Jake was in disbelief, but then asked John "Dad, are you going to marry Teresa? Will she be my mom too?"
"Yes, buddy, we're going to be a family!"
He let out almost a scream of "YES! Carter, we're going to be brothers!" We high fived and then he hugged Mom and I hugged John. It was the greatest feeling I'd had in a long time, well, okay, except when Parker and I, you know... on the wrestling mat in his basement... but this was AMAZING!
The lady caught the entire proposal on video and took several pictures of the ring on Mom's finger, Mom and John hugging, kissing, and then once again the four of us together with John's arm around us. It was a surreal moment that I will remember for the rest of my life. And most certainly, I will always cherish this place as one of the greatest places at one of the best moments of my life.
By now the sun had set and after living in the moment we figured that we'd best get back down the trail to the parking lot and the car so we could drive back to the campground. Honestly, I don't really even remember walking down the trail. My mind was swimming with the news, trying to digest what just transpired on the lookout point over the valley. I was still in disbelief that John was going to be my adopted dad. A dad! I would have the best possible father figure in my life who I would no longer call John, or Mr. Olsen, but from now on he would be my DAD!
My first thought was that I needed to tell Parker. But then I thought about his dad and mom probably splitting up and then I got feeling a bit sad for him, so it seemed like the best idea to not tell him right away.
When we got back to the campsite it was all a blur once again. With my mind running in a million different directions and thinking that not only was I going to have a dad, but I was also gaining a little brother in Jake, it all seemed like an amazing unrealistic dream. Was this all a dream? If it was, I didn't want to wake up.
And then it hit me.
My wish.
Last night.
The falling star.
Oh my God, my wish came true!
Is that crazy, or what? I mean seriously, is this how it works. Wait, John knew. Is it possible that he told Jake to tell me to make a wish? But how did he know that I wished that we'd become a family? Obviously, Mom didn't know. She was genuinely surprised. So how...?
Never mind.
Perhaps for once the stars aligned just perfectly, and my wish did come true. As much fun as I had the first time I went camping with John and Jake, this trip turned out to be the best camping trip ever!
Once we returned to the campsite, John and Jake immediately got the campfire going. Mom and I got the bag of marshmallows, the graham crackers, and the chocolate bars out of the cooler so we could make s'mores. The campfire was blazing again and as we sat down in our chairs warming the marshmallows Jake looked over at me and smiled.
"Carter, you know what?"
"What?" I asked.
"I'm so happy that you're going to be my brother." I looked over at Mom and John. They were both beaming with huge smiles on their faces. "And Teresa... I mean, Mom, I'm so happy that you're going to be my new mom!" Jake took a bite of his s'more and sat back in his chair gazing into the flames as they reached up into the air.
"I'm super happy that you're going to be my brother too, Jake!" I replied, incredibly happy and still in disbelief of what happened an hour ago.
"Dad, does this mean that Carter and I will have to share a room?" Jake asked John.
"No son, Carter will have the spare bedroom, where my office is at if he wants. Or we'll consider looking for a different house. Maybe we'll find one that need fixing up. What do you say, buddy?"
"That sounds like a great idea!" I replied, thinking about how much fun both Parker and I had working on the house with John. But then that got me thinking about our house, the one that Mom and I have lived in since I was a little kid, when my real dad was still around. John must have sensed what was on my mind.
"Maybe next summer we'll rehab your house, what do you say hun?" John asked Mom.
"Oh, si, es un posibilidad. Aye, lo siento. Sure, it's a possibility, amor." Always thinking and speaking in Spanish first, she apologized to John, even though it didn't bother him.
"Well, don't worry boys. We'll figure out the living arrangements and what makes the most sense for us going forward. Speaking of going forward, what do you think about a date for our wedding, hun?" John looked at Mom, who was thinking about so many things at the moment.
"I don't know, amor. Guess we have to talk about it." Jake, who just finished his s'more piped up.
"I know! How about next year on this day? That would be the perfect day, don't you think? Here in Ontario?" We all laughed but then his suggestion didn't seem to be that far-fetched.
"You know, that might work, don't you think, hun?" John asked Mom.
"Si, you know it does take time to plan a boda, er, I mean wedding."
"At least, Dad, you'd always remember your anniversary, right? The Perseids? Speaking of which, isn't it time to go see the meteors?"
We all laughed and agreed that it would be a great way to remember, and then agreed it was time to go see the falling stars.
The rest of the night was amazing. As we counted meteor after meteor falling from the sky, Jake laid on the blanket next to me and I honestly couldn't wait for him to officially be my little brother. It felt so cool to have him sort of look up to me, but then it dawned on me what if he didn't accept me for being me.
I realized that if that was the case, I'd have to wait until that time happened. For now, he was still an innocent (or so I thought) kid so why would I want to ruin that or have him think differently about me until he got a little older? But then I thought as much as he seemed happy to have me as his brother, if that really was the case, then would it matter? I found myself gazing off into the heavens, so many thoughts running through my head. Mom asked me if I was asleep. I didn't seem to hear her.
"Amor! Estas durmido?"
"Oh, lo siento, no mama, no estoy durmido." I broke my trance looking up at Mom, apologized to her, told her I wasn't asleep.
"Todo esta bien, mi amor?"
I told her that yes, everything was fine, just super, super fine as I smiled at her.
Once again after midnight, we got up, walked back to the campsite where the fire had just dwindled down to glowing embers. We went to the restroom, brushed our teeth, then went back to the campsite where we went into our tents. Jake was asleep almost the second he crawled into his sleeping bag and after telling me good night and perhaps out of being tired or just not really thinking, he told me "I love you Carter."
A sense of joy spread over me as I responded "I love you too, Jake. Good night bro."
"Good night br..." A very tired Jake fell into a deep sleep. Seconds later I fell into a deep sleep as well.
For some reason, we went back to the Amish farm, perhaps to get the rocking chair or the table and chairs. Either way, it was just John and me. Mom and Jake apparently had stayed at the campground. John went into the workshop. I stayed outside where I saw Caleb.
He was near the workshop washing down the horses, their sinewy black bodies shining in the midday sun.
He was only wearing the straw hat and a pair of denim shorts, and oddly enough his black boots. His lean muscular back reflected his young life of manual labor; his muscles rippled as he washed the steed. He turned around when I got out of the car. An eight pack of ab muscles complemented his upper torso as well as steel hard pectorals, biceps, and his huge hands.
My eyes were drawn to the denim, which did not disappoint.
"Oh hi Carter! Thanks for coming back. I was hoping you'd return. Want to help me with the stallions?" I nodded that of course I would. I reached in the bucket and pulled out the brush from the soapy mixture. Caleb guided my hand and the brush over the animal's side.
Caleb's scent intoxicated my senses. I glanced at his chest and saw his dark, thick underarm hair damp with sweat and I wanted to breathe him in but didn't want to stare too long or get too close. It was too late. He smiled and then referenced the underside of the horse.
"He's well equipped, wouldn't you say? He's strong, virile, and works great in the field. Yet he obeys my command." The horse's mane was as black as Caleb's hair, and I couldn't help but think about how much they were alike.
"Yes, he is well equipped, indeed." I replied, a smurk formed on my face; my eyes once again drawn to the denim like a moth to the flame.
Caleb took a long drink of water from the garden hose, the cool water dribbling on to his sweat covered chest.
"You want a drink?" he asked, the same sexy smile again. I nodded and he held the hose as I drank the sweetest water I'd ever tasted, yet my thirst was not quenched. Caleb dropped the hose in the water trough as the stallion began to drink.
"Come with me." He spoke slowly in a convincing manner. I followed him into the old but surprisingly sturdy barn. The aroma of freshly cut hay wafted through the structure. I totally enjoyed the view as Caleb ascended the vertical wooden ladder attached to the interior wall of the barn where a second floor covered with straw was mostly vacant, except for what looked like four or five bales of yellow wheat straw. I followed him up, my erection making it difficult to climb up the ladder.
"I've got a knot in my back muscle; can you try to rub it out?" he asked. Of course I willingly touched his hot, sweaty tight back. His smooth skin and sweat had me so turned on. "Yes, that's it. You got it." And then, "One more, here." The denim fell to the floor along with the white shorts.
It was big.
No, it was huge.
Bigger than Javy.
Larger than Dylan. A large drop of crystal clear nectar fell from its natural covered head onto the straw on the floor.
Somehow I took it in, savoring the taste of his sweet elixir as it seemingly flowed like the garden hose. His hands pulled my head to him as my throat opened, taking him deep until his black hair covered jewels rested against my chin. As it erupted, I drank the sweet cream until it stopped flowing, yearning for more. Sensing this, Caleb pulled out, wrapped his arms around me, kissing me, his tongue tasting his seed deep in my mouth.
Firm but yet gentle, he turned me around, pulled my gray Hollister polo off and pushed my back so I was bent over, my forearms resting on the chaff of the straw bale. He pulled my tan cargo shorts and black CK briefs down, moaning at the sight of my flawless, taut backside. His tongue found me, almost making me explode. I pulled away, but firm hands pulled me back as he now guided his slickened head to the saliva covered, quivering entrance. Slowly but steadily he made his way in, the pain overshadowed by the immense pleasure that seemed to envelope my entire body. When I felt his tight abs against my back, I knew I'd taken the entirety of his manhood, and as he started to move at a methodical pace, the feeling was like nothing I'd experienced before.
I didn't last long. In fact, it was at least three of mine to one of his. If it would have lasted for hours, I'd been in my glories. But from outside of the barn I heard John's voice faintly calling me, as the birds were singing loudly outside the barn.
"Carter! Time to get up, sleepy head!"
Almost instantly I woke up to find myself alone in the tent. The sun was shining brightly outside, warming the inside of the tent.
And yeah, as I pulled open the sleeping bag the unmistakable pungent aroma of the aftermath from my incredible dream escaped from the confines of the cocoon like enclosure, the realization of one of the most intense wet dreams I'd ever had waking me up quicker than being sprayed with ice cold water from a garden hose...
Thankfully, I had worn a pair of running shorts over my CK briefs, which were now soaked. I reached into my backpack and grabbed a clean pair of boxer briefs and quickly changed into them. Looking at the remnants in the briefs, I couldn't get over how much I'd filled them.
Damn, I thought to myself, as I folded the briefs and running shorts, putting them inside the shirt I'd worn on Friday. Two times camping, two times seeing the Amish boy, two times having a wet dream about him. Geez...
Since we had to be out of the campground by noon, we slowly started packing everything up after having a quick breakfast of baked goods from the Amish farms. Mom was in a great mood, perhaps the happiest I'd seen her in a long time. John was whistling. Jake seemed tired like me but was also happy.
Mom noticed that I was a bit quiet and preoccupied by something and when she asked me if I was okay I just told her I had a hard time sleeping last night due to the excitement of the day.
There was no way to tell her about my dream. She'd never understand, and as I laughed to myself, everyone looked at me wondering what I was laughing about.
"What? You guys think I'm crazy, right?" Caught laughing at my own actions, I just sort of blushed and went back to helping put things in the trunk of the car.
Before leaving Ontario, we stopped at the Peeling Ceiling to see John's friends J.D. and Frank. Of course they were happy to see us, and both actually gave me and Jake a hug, so happy to meet my mom and were obviously happy with the news of John proposing to Mom. While the adults talked about stuff that neither Jake nor I was interested in hearing, we decided to walk outside and see what was going on. There was an old style metal bench in front of the store, so Jake and I sat down trying to get a signal on our phones when we heard the unmistakable clip clop sounds of horses approaching. We both looked up in time to see the black stallions and the black carriage stop in front of the store. Dressed in a clean sky blue shirt and black pants, Caleb got out of the carriage with his parents and brothers and approached us.
"Hi Carter, Hi Jake. How are you both doing this morning?" he asked, shaking our hands as his parents entered the store, his younger brothers dressed exactly the same as him now standing at his side.
"Hi Caleb, I am doing great. How are you?"
"I'm well. It's so nice to see you again. I hope your parents decide to buy the furniture. Please remind them about the pieces, okay?" I told him I would, and before he walked away I stole one more glance at his clean black pants, drinking in what my dream so vividly described.
Yeah, I had Parker. I loved Parker and will look forward to being with him for a long time. But oh my. If only...
Moments later John and Mom walked out of the store and asked us if we were ready. They'd bought us each a bottle of soda for the road. As we backed out of the angled parking space in front of the building next to the store and drove past the horse and buggy parked in front, I waved at Caleb as he walked out of the store with his family. He looked up just in time to see me wave, and with a big smile he waved back.
We were quiet for the majority of the ride back home. Jake and I were on our phones once we were able to get cell service about thirty minutes outside of Ontario. Mom and John were talking about the wedding, laughing occasionally. We did stop at the fruit market on highway fourteen, located about a half an hour west of Madison. Mom bought some sweet corn, some fresh vegetables and a couple packages of homemade decorated sugar cookies. It was nice to get out and stretch for a few minutes before getting back in the car for the rest of the ride home.
We got back to town about four o'clock and by the time we helped John unload the car at his house and got dropped off at ours, it was almost five.
Emptying my backpack, I pulled out the rolled up shirt and couldn't help but open it up to examine the still damp underwear. It still amazed me at the shear amount there was. The familiar scent tantalized my senses and despite feeling myself grow, I was too tired to take care of it.
It was an amazing weekend, to say the least. As I laid down in my bed after showering I was asleep almost as soon as my head hit my pillow. I still couldn't believe so many things that transpired over the past three days. Fighting sleep, the events replayed in my mind's eye.
I saw my first meteor shower, making wishes that came true.
John proposed to Mom and she said yes. We were going to be a family.
John promised to adopt me and make me his son, him my dad.
Jake would be my little brother, I would be his big brother.
And then of course seeing Caleb again.
And then having the dream about Caleb.
As I drifted off to sleep, more events replayed in my dreams.
Events that transpired early last year, leaving me feeling totally confused when I awoke the next morning.