(Takes up just where first part leaves off.)
It was still before sunrise the next day when my dad woke me up to go fishing, shaking the tent gently and calling my name. I whispered that I was coming, got dressed and slipped out of the tent.
Danny was still asleep, and I told my dad we should go without him. He wasn't much of a fisherman anyway, and Mom would be there to keep him company when he woke up.
My dad and I had good luck, bagging two big trout and three smaller ones. We cleaned them, put them on ice and headed back to camp about 9.
Mom had timed a big breakfast for our return, with Danny's help, and afterward we all went for a walk around the campground.
On the far side of the campground I saw the guy from the shower the night before, in camp with his wife and several kids. He didn't notice our approach, but as we passed I glanced back over my shoulder.
He was looking at me. Again I thought I saw the hint of a smile. I wasn't sure what to make of it.
Back in camp we got out some board games and the four younger folks played for a couple of hours. I was distracted and kept making dumb moves, and Danny seemed to be doing the same thing -- so much so that my sister complained about our not paying attention.
About mid-afternoon Danny and I decided to go for another hike. This time we headed north from the campground instead of west, as we had yesterday. But by taking the left fork at each junction we gradually worked our way back to the spot we'd occupied yesterday. It was as if we had an unspoken agreement to see if we could spot the gay guys again.
I think we were both disappointed that they were nowhere to be seen, though again neither of us said anything.
We sat down and got out our water bottles. I don't think we were consciously waiting for the two men to appear, but when a car pulled into the long gravel driveway leading to their cabin, my heart beat a little faster. I sensed that Danny was as excited as I was.
I picked up the binoculars. It was our two guys, all right, carrying some grocery bags and what looked like a couple of six-packs into the cabin.
"It could be a while before they come back outside, if they ever do," I said, "And even they might not do anything."
"Let's wait a bit," Danny said.
That settled it. He was as interested in watching the two guys as I was.
We were quiet for a minute or two. I put the binoculars down.
"This feels pretty strange, spying on those guys," Danny said, without looking at me.
"Not as strange as what we did last night."
"That was kinda gay, wasn't it?"
It was the second time he'd phrased it that way.
I hesitated before answering. My own feelings about last night were conflicted; a part of me was totally freaked out, but another part couldn't wait to do it again.
"Do you wish we hadn't done it?" I asked.
He thought for a second -- long enough for me to get scared he might say yes.
But then he turned to look at me, and said in a quiet voice, "No, Gil, I don't."
I was relieved.
"Neither do I," I said.
He turned back toward the cabin and, without looking at me, said, "That wasn't the first time I jacked with a guy."
This was a stunner.
Before I could say anything, however, the back door of the cabin opened and one of the guys walked out onto the deck with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Here we go," I said.
Danny's revelation would have to wait.
As I watched, the guy went over to a big square box-like thing in one corner of the deck. He tugged on something, and when it slid off I realized it was the cover of a hot tub.
Standing the cover on edge against the railing, he went back inside. A moment later he returned to the deck, a bottle in hand, followed shortly afterward by the second guy, also wrapped in a towel and carrying a bottle.
As I watched the men dropped their towels on the deck, exposing their backsides, and climbed into the tub. For a minute they just sat there sipping their beers, if that's what they were, but soon they were kissing again.
"Whoa," I said.
"My turn," Danny said.
I handed him the binoculars.
"They're really going at it."
I got excited again, imagining the scene. My dick was taking on weight.
Holding the binoculars with one hand, Danny put the other on the front of his jeans, where a bulge was obvious, and shifted himself to get more comfortable. He made no attempt to disguise what he was doing.
"Tell me what they're doing," I said.
"They're still kissing," he said, "but their hands are moving underwater, like they're touching each other."
He paused, then went on in a strangled voice, "I think they are jacking each other off."
This was too much. I undid the button on my jeans, unzipped the fly, lowered my underwear and took out my cock.
My dick stuck straight up out of my lap. I tend to leak a lot of precum, and right now there was a big gob of it on the tip of my cock.
Danny looked down at my lap, then locked eyes with me. Something passed between us.
He returned to the binoculars and pulled his hand away from his lap.
"Do me, Gil," he said.
I hesitated.
"C'mon," he said. "We both want this."
Heart pounding, I reached over with one hand and undid the button on his jeans. Grasping the zipper, I pulled it slowly down.
As the fly parted his bulge came into view. He was really hard, I could tell, and there was a wet spot on the front of his underwear. I guess he's a pre-cummer, too, I thought.
Heart pounding, I felt for his cock through the cloth. It felt pretty big.
He drew a sharp breath.
"Keep going," he said, his eyes still riveted on the cabin.
I told him I couldn't do much with his pants in the way. He put the binoculars down, shifted enough to get his jeans and underwear down past his knees, unbuttoned his shirt, sat his bare ass on the rock and took up the binoculars again.
His cock was standing straight up in his lap. I'd seen it the night before, of course, but it looked even more impressive in daylight.
It was a good seven inches long, curving slightly toward one side. The head, which flared slightly from the slit, was so swollen it looked almost purple. Again I noticed how big his balls were.
I reached over and, for the first time in my life, wrapped my hand around another guy's cock.
Danny drew another sharp breath, but did not take his eyes from the binoculars.
It felt strange, having another guy's penis in my hand, but in a good way. It was rigid as a tent peg but the skin was soft and warm to the touch.
I squeezed gently, and watched as a drop of precum formed in the slit. I felt a thrill go through me, and with my free hand I grasped my own cock.
A cock in each hand, I thought. How wicked is that?
"What's happening now?" I asked, moving my hand slowly down his shaft.
