A story of a discovery about myself that occurred once one a camping trip.
It had been a great weekend camping with two friends. We had hiked miles into a relatively secluded section of National Forest and camped beside a beautiful little trout stream. There had been plenty of fishing, sitting around the campfire telling stories, and of course all of the sex that any of us could want. Ted, Chuck (or C.K. as he preferred to be called), and I have known each other since before high school. Somewhere along the line we all discovered that we liked boys as well as girls, and later found out that we weren't the only one in the world who felt that way, and this discovery added another and deeper dimension to our friendship.
Ted and C.K. are both fairly dominant in both their gay and hetero activities, while I tend to be very submissive. This works out well because for example they get off on tying and torturing me while I get off on them doing it.
It was early afternoon when the experience I'm going to tell you about began. The day had begun as do most of the days on any trip we take; I had sucked both C.K. and Ted's early morning wood until they had shot their first load of the day. After a leisurely breakfast it was out fishing for our lunch. It took a few hours to catch enough for a decent meal so it was near lunch time by the time they were cleaned, a fire built, and the fish fried. They were delicious with just a little salt and pepper, and devoured with fresh berries and a few apples from a tree about a half mile away, plus cold clear water from the stream. After the few minutes of cleanup the simple meal required the three of us relaxed.
