Camping Trip, Part 3

We rejoin our happy campers on their second of seven days alone in the wilderness…

Because Brian had instigated our mutual masturbation session on the rocks earlier, I pretty much lost my inhibitions. All the while I’d been hesitant about putting the moves on him, and he ended up being the one to start the balls rolling. With my new confidence, I decided to see just how much more my best friend was willing to share with me.

Dinner consisted of reconstituted turkey casserole and orange Kool-Aid, but it was still one of the best meals I’ve ever eaten for having been cooked over a fire we built from wood we cut. Besides, we really worked up an appetite. It was late July and the afternoon sun began to stretch into evening.

We let our fire burn out and walked down to the water’s edge. The sunset seemed to go on forever.
Sitting on the rocks next to Brian that evening was magical. We watched the dragonflies thrum over the surface of the lake, snatching mosquitoes. We listened again to the loons, calling out goodnight to one another.
It was a feast for all senses. The air was sweet, with not a trace of car exhaust or garbage, only cedar, birch, spruce and pine. Late summer is the best time in Minnesota when the heat of the day is replaced most nights by a cool breeze just at sundown. That night was no exception.

As the brilliant colors of dusk slipped over the western horizon and the stars began to wink on, Brian and I moved closer to each other to stay warm. Gentle waves splashed at our feet and there were no barriers between us. My arm slipped around his shoulder and his around my waist.

Brian’s hair brushed softly and soothingly against my slightly sunburned skin causing the night’s chill to make me shiver. Rather than get up and put on warmer clothes, we sat even closer, our torsos pressed against each other, sharing our body heat. An otter poked his head out of the lake about twenty feet from shore. It looked around, saw us and barked a greeting before diving again. There was no hurry. I let myself enjoy the closeness of my friend, and loved him as I knew he was loving me. I knew then he would be open to other ways of showing it.

Finally it got too cold and we went back to the fire pit. I tended to rebuild the fire while Brian packed up our kitchen and hung the food in a tree for our second night together. I went to the tent to grab a couple of sweatshirts and a treat I’d hidden in my clothes bag.

When I threw Brian his shirt, he laughed, “I haven’t worn a shirt since we got on the water yesterday and I don’t intend to start now. I’m Nature Boy now. This fire’s warm enough for me.” This suited me fine, because I was staying warm just looking at his lean, toned body in the firelight. He looked sexier than ever, if that was possible.

“I’ll keep you warm,” I said with a wicked grin on my face, and pulled a bottle of peppermint schnapps from under the log I was sitting on. Brian