11-15-2025, 10:09 PM
I was always interested in girls, even before I entered puberty. Once I started that part of my life, I figured out that I was a little different. My friends and I talked girls all the time, and I loved it. We did all the usual things guys did together, comparing as we grew, showing off if we popped wood and making jokes about it, and telling each other lies about how far we got with girls.
I also liked boys, and I knew it. I didn't see why I had to chose to like one or the other, or why I was supposed to like only girls. I jerked off thinking about whichever I felt like. I knew it wasn't "cool" to be gay, or even bisexual, so that stayed my secret. For a while.
When I was just barely sixteen, and had gotten lucky with my first girlfriend, I told my friends all about it as soon as I could. Vicki was pretty, and we had been going out for weeks before we got that far. We petted and messed around a few times, and she had gotten me off one time and she hadn't even known it. But finally, I got my license and my dad's old pickup. We were out a little later than usual, and we both knew we would be in trouble anyway, so we parked and climbed in back and we did it on the sleeping bag I keep back there.
That was Friday night, and Saturdays were usually for our friends. We sometimes went out with our girls then, too, but not usually. Usually the girls went out together and we guys went camping and fishing. Sometimes we stayed and camped all night, and this weekend, Scott brought a bottle of rum he got from his older brother.
Scott was fifteen, but bigger than me by far. I'd say five foot and ten inches. Tall and skinny, and kind of a nerd. He had black hair and blue eyes, and if he would just act and dress better he'd be killer with the chicks, especially if he'd stop wearing the dragon and elf kinds of t-shirts. Terry was almost seventeen and a little short. He has the blondest hair and huge brown eyes. The girls go crazy for him. Mark is popular, too. Tall and strong, and he has the longest arms and legs, like they were for someone meant to be bigger than the rest of him is. Mark has the most unbelievable blue eyes. I swear, they're the bluest things I've ever seen, even on television. He's the oldest of us friends, already seventeen, and had been driving us around for a long time. He was the first to get a girl and get lucky. He told us all about it, and we all envied him for the longest time.
Sometimes we missed out on our Saturday fishing and camping at the reservoir, but we almost always tried to meet up. Sometimes it was just two or three of us, especially lately.
Tonight it was just me and Scott. I picked him up at his place and I knew something was up by his huge grin. He said his brother had got some rum and didn't like it, then he pulled it out of his pack. He wanted to know if I wanted to try it. I was game. I was almost always up for almost anything new. I was really adventurous.
I drove us to our usual spot, and we decided to make a night of it. I didn't want to drive home if I was trying out rum. I'd drank some beer a few times and I knew I shouldn't try driving on it, so I wasn't even going to think about trying to drive if had rum.
We set up the little tent and started a fire, then chowed on the stuff we brought to eat. We fished, but didn't catch anything. We started sipping the rum. It was awful at first, but got better the more we drank of it. We were laughing and having a great time. We both knew if we drank too much of the stuff we'd end up sick, so we mixed it with the sodas.
The place we camped at was isolated. You had to drive down an old wagon trail for miles, so you needed a 4x4 or a truck to even get close. Then you had to know where to pull off that little path to bounce your way down to the clearing and the little beach on the little bay. You can't see out to the rest of the reservoir, and from out there the little beach was as good as invisible. And there we no public places or houses anywhere nearby. We were never bothered out there.
So we all had skinny dipped and sun-tanned naked a lot of times. And Scott and I were getting pretty drunk, and we ended up arguing about something I don't even remember, all in fun. But we ended up in the muddy area, partly in the water. But that didn't stop us. It was fun, and we were laughing our asses off. And I was really liking the contact with him.
I got to grope him in ways I really liked. His body was so hard and lean, and even if he was taller than me, I was stronger and tougher. Man! I loved wrestling with him. We used to all the time, but about the time I started going out with Vicki, we stopped.
But soon we got tired and noticed the mess we were. Muddy and wet, and it wasn't hot out. The sun was going to set soon, and it was going to be chilly. Hell, it was already chilly, so it was going to be cold. We took off our shirts, then our jeans. We both saw we were both hard and we laughed and made fun of each other.
I always knew he was longer than me, and there was no mistaking that right then. Ever since we were kids and played show-and-tell, he had been.