went into the backstroke and I watched his loose cock flop around. Then he swam over to shore and climbed up on the rocks next to me. We sat in the sun together for a few minutes until we got hot and dove in again. Neither of us had any idea that a solitary paddler was approaching.

Brian saw him first. We had swum out pretty far and must have been at least fifty feet from shore when Brian pointed out across the lake. I saw a bright yellow canoe coming towards us. We headed for shore and by the time we got there, our visitor was right behind us. The first thing I noticed was his brown and green outfit. He was a U.S. Forest Service ranger. I was immediately nervous. I didn’t know if we had maybe broken some law with our nakedness and I was certainly uncomfortable getting out of the water in front of him.

He came up right beside us and said, “Good afternoon guys, how’s the water?”

“G-great,” I stammered. He was absolutely gorgeous with thick black hair, cut short, with a tanned muscular physique. As he smiled down at us I guessed he was about thirty.

“I haven’t seen anyone come through here in a week,” he said, “How long have you been out?”

“Four days,” Brian said.

“Do you guys mind if I pull up and talk to you for a few minutes?” he asked.

“Of course, the landing is right around the other side of the point,” I said. The ranger pushed off and we scrambled up the rocks, quickly grabbed our shorts and pulled them on just as he walked up from the boat landing. We shook hands and introduced ourselves. His name was Mike. He told us he’d been on Kekekabic for the last three weeks and made an effort to check in with all the campers that came through. More than just checking in, he was obviously checking us out, his eyes roaming over our bare chests and burning into our crotches. He asked to see our park permit and fishing licenses, but added that it was only routine procedure. The real reason he wanted to talk to us was about the local wildlife. It seems that there was a bear in the area that had caused some problems for the people camping here. She had two cubs and a sneaky way of getting a camper’s food. The cubs would come into camp when they smelled food, and when the people were chasing them up the latrine trail, the mother would come into camp and snag the food pack. Mike told us to stay on our toes and we said we would.

“You know,” Mike said, “that swim looked pretty refreshing. I’m gonna have to take a dip when I get back to camp.” I made a mental picture of him standing naked on the shore, his muscles bulging, glistening in the sun, and then diving into the lake.

“Where is your camp?” Brian asked, “We checked the other campsites before we came here and they were empty.”

“The Forest Service has an old trapper’s cabin at the west end of the lake. It’s not on the map. We stay out here for six week shifts. My partner Mary is there now and you guys are