My best friend when I was eighteen was Brian; a high school nerd turned college hunk. He invited me to go camping with him for a week in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area on the Canadian border, just the two of us. He’d visited the park a year ago with his ex-girlfriend and her parents and was excited to be going back.

I was excited to be spending six nights alone with him in a little tent. Although we’d never fooled around, I had a feeling Brian wouldn’t be opposed to a little kid stuff, like jacking off together or maybe letting me suck his cock. I couldn’t wait to find out. I’d never messed around with another guy but thought about it a lot.  Brian was, after all, my best friend since the ninth grade.

One reason I thought I might have a chance with him was that all through high school, we always paid more attention to each other than to whatever girls we were dating at the time. More than once we had both passed up opportunities to bang some slut so that we could hang out together. For all the nights we slept over at each other’s houses we never even jacked off together, but like I said, Brian was a nerd in high school and was pretty shy back then. College changed all that and I liked it.

With our rented canoe and borrowed tent, we hit the road in the pre-dawn light and drove the seven hours from Minneapolis to the Canadian border. Our seven day journey would take us fifty miles through virgin wilderness. If I had my way it would be a little less virgin when we were through.

By the time we were paddling across Saganaga Lake, leaving civilization far behind, I felt more free and alive than ever before. I was amazed at the freshness of the air and the clarity of the lake water. An eagle circled high above our heads as we made camp around four-o-clock.

We set up the tent and gathered some firewood. It was a beautiful mid summers evening and once the last of the tenderloins were devoured, I pulled a fat joint out of my day pack and we proceeded to get high as we watched the sun set into the lake, listening to the far off call of a loon. I was so content at that point that all thoughts of sexual conquest were gone. After dark we hung our food pack high in a tree to keep it away from the locals: wolves and bears specifically. I was so tired by the time we crawled into the tent that I was asleep as soon as my head hit my pillow.

I awoke in the darkness, at first not knowing where I was, only that my dick was hard and I had to pee.  Then there was the smell of sweaty men in a confined space and I knew where I was. As quietly as I could, I unzipped the tent and slipped out into the cool night. There was a full moon reflecting on the lake and more stars than I’d ever seen. A cool breeze brushed my skin and there was only the sound of silence. Taking a few steps away from the tent, I pulled my aching stiffy through the fly of my boxers and let fly