(Takes up where second part leaves off.)
It was getting close to dinnertime when we got back to camp. My dad asked us to get some firewood and start a fire to grill steaks and burgers.
Danny and I fetched big armloads of chopped wood from the free pile near the campground entrance, laid some of it in the fire ring and got the fire going. We were both pretty dirty afterward, so my dad suggested we get a shower before dinner.
If he had known how much I liked this idea, and why, he would have been shocked.
We got our towels and shower kits from our tent and headed for the shower building. It was empty when we got there, so there was no shyness about getting undressed.
When we were naked we stood there a moment, gazing at each other.
Danny is built like a wrestler, which he was at one time. He's about 5' 8" -- a little shorter than me -- but more compact and muscular. He is blond, as I said, and the hair is thick on his head and pubes, but fine and light on the rest of his body. His eyes are a piercing blue, and his facial features are regular. Girls had always said he was good-looking, and I had to agree.
I'm not just taller than Danny, but also leaner and less muscular. I'm in good shape, though, from regular swimming at the Y. My hair is dark brown and thicker everywhere than his, and unlike him I have a bit of hair on my chest. My eyes, too, are brown, and girls have said they love the long lashes. As far as looks go, however, Danny has me beat.
I don't know how long we stood there looking at each other, but it was long enough for me to realize that a male body is just as beautiful in its way as a female one. I also understood how one man can look at another in a sexual way.
I looked at Danny's cock. He was getting hard. I was, too. But this time there was no hesitation or embarrassment about watching each other become aroused; it seemed perfectly natural.
I turned to go into the shower room, and Danny followed.
There were six shower heads, three on the wall to the left, three on the wall to the right. I took one in the near right corner, Danny the far corner on the same side. We were both quite hard by now.
I turned the water on. When it was hot enough I stepped underneath and began washing my hair. When that was done and I had rinsed the suds away, I looked at Danny.
He was washing his own hair, his eyes closed, and soapy water was streaming down his body. One stream flowed between his firm pecs and down his stomach, where it divided to go around his straining cock and then dripped from his balls.
I had showered a few times with one girlfriend, and I had always thought her body looked sexiest when it was wet. I now thought the same of Danny. He was one of the sexiest sights I had ever seen.
When he was done rinsing he opened his eyes and saw me looking at him. He gave me a smile I can only describe as alluring.
The next few minutes were some of the most sensual of my life. It was as if we put on a show for each other, soaping up and rinsing one body part at a time. Every movement seemed to hold sexual promise.
At one point Danny turned away, soaped up his hands and began washing his butt, massaging the cheeks first, then slipping a hand into the cleft between them. He moved his legs slightly apart and bent over to wash his legs. I could see his balls swinging between them, and my cock gave a little jump at the sight.
I don't know if he meant for me to see the pink bud of his asshole as well, but I did. I was stunned to realize that even that looked sexy now.
When we had both washed everything but our dicks we stopped for a moment and stared at each other. We were both still rock-hard.
Danny worked up a lather and took hold of his cock. I did the same. It was like we had an unspoken agreement to jack off together, and maybe to jack each other off as well.
I was just about to step closer to him when we heard voices outside the building and the door creaked open.
Danny and I turned toward our corners and stuck our heads under the water. I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach; I was sure we were going to get caught.
The voices seemed to be those of two boys. They were excitedly discussing the fish they'd just caught, and how yucky it was to have to clean them. Then we heard their father's voice telling them to make sure they washed their hands especially well after handling the fish.
In less than a minute they were gone, and I finally relaxed. My boner had come down some, but if they had come into the shower room just then it would have been hard to disguise what was happening. I felt my face getting hot with embarrassment.
Danny was still half-hard, too.
"That was close," he said.
"Too fucking close."
I turned off the water and stepped through the doorway to the outer room. It was empty, so I got my towel out of the cubbyhole, dried off and got dressed.
Danny still hadn't come out of the showers, and when I looked in to see why he was just turning off the water. I took the opportunity to look at his body again, and again thought how sexy it was.
"C'mon," I said. "They'll be wondering why we've been gone so long."
He took his time drying off, though. When he saw me watching him, he walked over and stood right in front of me, still naked, his half-hard cock almost closing the distance between us. He moved his hips so his cock bumped my crotch.
Before I could react he leaned in, put his hands on my shoulders and kissed me.
Surprised, I drew back, but he had me firmly in his grip, and when I saw the look in his eyes something came over me.
I leaned in and kissed him back. It was tentative, testing, uncertain, but there was real feeling in it.
It gave me a funny sensation, kissing a guy on the lips -- my best friend, of all people -- but that didn't lessen the thrill.
We held the kiss for several long seconds. Finally he broke it, but he kept his face close to mine, and whispered into my ear, "I am gonna jump your bones tonight."
***
Needless to say, the next few hours were torturous, at least for me.
Danny had as much as said we were going even further in our explorations, and the prospect drove nearly every other thought out of my mind.
All through dinner and family time around the fire, I kept thinking about what he meant, exactly. Swapping blowjobs would seem to be the next step.
I'd had blowjobs from a couple of girls, but I suspected that getting one from another guy would be an altogether different and maybe better experience.
I spent most of the evening fighting down a hardon, but the more I tried to wish it away the more insistent it became. Again I was glad when it got dark and the bulge in my pants, which to me felt as obvious as a cannonball, was bound to be less visible.
Danny, by contrast, seemed completely serene. He was as relaxed and chatty with my family as I was distracted and withdrawn.
