Camping Trip, Part 2

Brian was awake and out of the tent when I awoke the next morning. I was nervous that he might have some memory of my late night exploration, yet still overjoyed at my own recollection of events. I stepped out of the tent to find him making coffee and scrambled eggs over the campfire dressed only in the white briefs he’d worn to sleep. He looked at me and smiled and said, “I love this place! Where else can a guy hang outside in his underwear?” I was wearing my boxers and a T-shirt and had yet to dress either. Suddenly I realized that I had a serious case of morning wood.

Brian laughed and said, “You’d better not get to close to the fire or you’ll burn something.” I turned away and stepped up to the nearest tree and took a long morning piss, which helped to relieve the swelling in my groin.

As we ate our breakfast I kept stealing looks at his crotch. His briefs had a big yellowish stain on the front and I noticed a couple of flakey patches on his stomach. Dry skin maybe? I thought not. It took all I had to keep from springing a hard-on.

The plan today was to continue paddling across Saganaga Lake until we reached the west end and the portage into Ottertrack Lake. From there we would portage again to Knife Lake where we would spend our second night.

After packing up, we eventually put on shorts for the days travel, but kept our shirts off to catch some rays. The sun shone bright on us as we moved farther into the wilderness. As we traveled, the scenery got prettier. The west end of Saganaga was lined with sheer cliffs and rocky outcroppings, covered in dense green forest. When we reached the trail, I put on my shirt in order to make carrying my eighty pound pack easier. Brian on the other hand left his off as he deftly picked up the canoe and put it on his broad shoulders. I followed him down the narrow trail into the woods. We only had to go about five hundred yards to get to the next lake, and I enjoyed watching his sinuous muscles work under the weight of the canoe. Little rivulets of sweat poured down from between his shoulder blades into the small of his back, only to disappear into his shorts, finally soaking them. As much as I enjoyed watching his lean body work, my own burden was getting heavier with each step and I looked forward to reaching the end of the trail. When we finally came to the next lake I was ready to die.

We rested for a few minutes before loading the canoe for the next leg of our journey. We still had another lake to cross, although not nearly as big as the last, and another portage before reaching our destination. It only took about an hour to cross Ottertrack Lake and the next trail was less strenuous. When we finally came in sight of Knife Lake, I was pumped up rather than exhausted.

Both of us were hot, sweaty and dirty so there was nothing to do but jump in for a swim. Our swim trunks were packed with our clothes, so our only option was to skinny dip. Perfect,