We left the cabin carrying rifles and backpacks. As we walked through the woods Jon and I discussed hospital medical cases and procedures as if nothing had changed between us. There was no embarrassment, no playful knowing glances; it was as if things were the same as before yet we both knew it wasn't. I could feel a new intimacy between us and instinctively I knew Jon felt it, too. The Ontario forest surrounding his cabin went on for miles. We walked deeper into the woods and talked medicine for over two hours.
"Jon, do you know where we are? I'm not really too keen on getting my ass lost in the wilds of Canada about now."
He laughed. "Don't worry. I've been taking this route for years and years. I take it you failed your survival course?"
I snorted. "No, but I've never really been a fan of shitting in the woods."
His laughter rang through the trees. "Why not? Bears do it all the time."
"Yeah, they do. They also maim and kill assholes like us who walk through their territory like fresh meat."
"That's why we brought the rifles with us but we won't have to use them. I've never seen a bear in as long as I've been walking through these woods. Lots of other things, but no bears. They're around, I'm sure, I've just never seen one here."
Jon stopped and unzipped his pants.
"Gotta take a piss."
He flipped his dick out of his jeans and I watched as a stream of clear urine poured forth. I stared for a moment and then felt the same urgency. I unzipped and joined Jon in his pee. Before our cabin adventure we'd have averted our eyes, maybe even turned our backs on each other. Now Jon surprised me by playfully crossing his piss stream over mine. I laughed and did the same. In those brief moments of lightheartedly making piss circles on the ground, our new intimate relationship became even more obvious.
We zipped up and continued walking for about an hour more before coming upon a small stream. Jon looked over at me and grinned.
"Last one in's a rotten egg!"
He began to tear his clothes off and after hesitating at first, I joined him in a mad moment of craziness. Of course he got naked first and I watched his bubble ass bounce into the stream. I followed without hesitation and screamed as I plunged into the water. It was cold as ice.
"Fuck! This water is goddamn cold, Jon! Are you motherfucking crazy? I'm getting out of this!"
Jon chortled and grabbed my shoulder.
"Calm down, Josh. You'll get used to it in a second! Don't be such a pussy city boy!"
I soon joined him laughing and then we were cavorting naked in the water. We chased each other from side to side, playfully splashing water on each other, and just being two friends having fun. Our bodies brushed against each other from time to time but we were playing around so much I ignored it. Finally, we were exhausted. The sun blazed hot overhead us and I figured it was around one in the afternoon from its position. I shivered from the cold water. I felt Jon behind me in the water and his arms surrounded my chest as he pulled me to him.
"You're cold. Let me warm you up some."
I could feel the heat from his body. His pubes brushed my ass and I felt his erect penis. My dick wasn't hard before then but I popped a woody in a flash. I was unsure what was going to happen next but Jon made the next move. He released me and moved to the shore. I watched as he walked out, opened his backpack, and pulled out a couple of big towels. As he bent over to spread them on the rocks, I got a clear view of his anus, a tiny wrinkled pink hole. Although his ass was smooth and hairless, his asshole was surrounded by dark black hairs. I felt my erection jerk and I no longer questioned what was happening to lifetime of straight sexuality. I enjoyed visually exploring Jon's naked body because he was goddamned sexy.
