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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.

He wore normal white tighty-whities, and it was poking up and making the waistband curve up. Like I said, he's sort of a geek. But we've been friends for a long time, and I liked him being my friend. I took a little grief at school, even from Terry and Mark, who said he was a fifth-wheel anymore. But Scott is my friend, and I'm his, and I'm probably his only real friend, and I didn't care what Terry and Mark said, so why would I care what others said.

So he was there in his white briefs, hard as hell, laughing, and really cute. I knew I liked boys, too, and right then I saw that I liked Scott. That way, if you know what I mean.

We sat there and washed the mud out of our jeans and shirts, then put them over the side of the bed of my truck to dry. I was pushing out the front of my checkered boxers and really embarrassed. He kind of held his hand over his boner, so I did too.

We went back to the fire and the rum and laughing and having a good time. It was getting colder as it got darker, and the sun was behind the trees. I got goose bumps and shivered, and he was rubbing his arms, too. So we went into the tent. It was barely big enough for the four of us now that we were getting bigger, but with just the two of us, there was more room. We took some sodas and the rum inside and sat down and talked and had a good time.

I told him I had sex with Vicki again last night. He went ballistic and demanded that I tell him everything. He listened without saying a word while I told him about it, second by second, sort of. I didn't leave anything out. I think I told him even more than I would have if Terry and Mark were there, too.

It got dark and we had a little battery-powered lamp. His eyes almost sparkled as I described it all to him, how it happened, what we did, what it was like. I could tell what his hand was doing inside his briefs even in the low light. I was toying with mine almost the whole time, too, so what the hell could I say about it. It was embarrassing, but the three or four of us had done about the same thing in front of each other before.

I should say that the four of us had jerked off in front of each other more than a few times. We even had contests sometimes. That was before we got older. We still jerked it when we camped out, mostly while telling lies or sometimes the truth about sex with girls. But the light was off and we kept our hands to ourselves. Now that Mark and Terry had cars and girls, that had stopped. Now it was rare for us to go that far. We made jokes, or jerked off in the dark later, or caught each other doing it when we camped out, but we didn't have those daring games anymore, or do it in front of each other.

We talked about the little details and he asked a bunch of questions. It was mad fun. I really thought I could get to like him more than I liked Vicki. I'd known him for so long, I wondered what it would be like to have sex with him. If it would be weird because we were friends. I hadn't touched a guy before, only thought about a lot of them. Him, Terry, and Mark, included.

It was getting cold. I mean fucking cold. It was early fall, so no surprise, I guess. He hadn't brought a blanket, though, just his towel and a pillow. I always had my sleeping bag in the back of the truck, in the old cooler, so it stayed dry. It was spread out so we could lay on it, but it was getting too cold not to use it to cover up with. I said so, and we pulled our hands out of our underwear.

I zipped the thing up and climbed in. He acted like he was going to stay outside. I told him to get his scrawny ass inside. I don't know how many times we had shared my sleeping bag. He had one, and brought it when we knew we were going to stay all night, but hadn't tonight. I guess the rum had been so exciting he had forgot his sleeping bag, or he hadn't planned on my not wanting to drive back to town if I had some of it.

Anyway, he got in. It felt so good to have his body heat in there with me. Man, that was nice. We opened another soda and split it and mixed in some rum. We talked and laughed and got warm. Pretty soon we both were scooting up close to keep warm and bitching about the cold. I was glad it was so cold. The colder it got, the more excuse I had to get closer to his warm, interesting body.

Pretty soon we were back to talking about sex stuff. And pretty soon we were getting sleepy. He yawned a lot and that made me yawn. I wanted to stay awake and find some way to play a sexy game. Maybe even find some way to get to touch him and him touch me. The games we used to play never included any of us touching another, only ourselves. I tried to make up some new game, but I couldn't think clear with all the rum in me.

Pretty soon I was falling asleep on my back, next to him, and wishing I had the guts to reach over and put my hand on his groin as if by accident and leave it there all night. I hoped maybe I would wake up in the night and have a hand full of his big, hard one.

I didn't. I fell asleep. I woke up having to pee. I woke him up while I was getting out of the sleeping bag. I was going to jerk off, but it was too fucking cold out there. I came back and he took a turn. I tried to see if I could see anything as he came back in the tent, but it was too dark. He got back in the sleeping bag and bitched about the temperature. I got an idea, and told him not to freak out. I slipped up behind him and spooned up against him. He said that was nice and warm and said thanks. I tried to make sure my dick wasn't against his ass in case it got hard later. It was easy to fall asleep as the rum was still making me feel pretty drunk. I tried not to think how cute or sexy he was and get hard. It did get hard, but I kept it away from his butt.

I woke up again later and thought maybe there was an earthquake. I was tucked up tightly behind him, my face in the hair on the back of his head. I felt his body moving in a repetitive way. I instantly recognized what he was doing. I got so hard, and it was squished between the cheeks of his butt. My arm was over his side and my hand was against his belly and I could feel his fast breathing and the little hairs around his navel. His butt kept squeezing my boner, too, over and over, and he kept pushing back against me. I rolled back a little to give him room to do what he was doing, but he scooted back real slow until he was pushing his butt cheeks against my boner tightly again.