Nick and I went down to the river and went in the water until it was about half way up our chests. I could still smell his musk with every breath and loved it.
It was such a beautiful scene as the sun slowly began to set, with nothing but trees surrounding us and the shallow river slowly moving through it all. It was like our own, private, little paradise.
"God, I've been waiting to do that with you since we first met," said Nick.
"Me, too."
Nick gave me a cock eye and then a splash. "I thought you said you weren't into guys!"
I was busted. The only thing I could do was to come clean. "Yeah, I know... I lied—I'm not sure why—I just wasn't sure you were, too."
"I get it. I'm not exactly out and proud—at work, at least. I wasn't too sure about you, either. I did have my suspicions, though."
"Really? Is that so?" I asked, splashing him back.
"Well, there was that one time when we pissed next to each other and you stared at my dick the whole time," he replied with a smile.
"You saw that, huh?"
"Yep."
"I thought I was being pretty crafty."
"Nope."
"So, what made you decide to come over to my tent?" Nick then asked after a short pause. "What if I had been straight and wondering what the fuck you wanted?"
"I had considered that, but when I saw you lying naked there, I didn't care anymore," I replied. "I guess it ultimately came down to hearing that whole 'You can't blame a guy for trying' thing that made me give it a try."
"You were supposed to hear that," he said with a wink. " I thought that maybe I was wrong after sticking my ass out at you all day with no response. It was kind of a last ditch effort."
"Oh, believe me, there was definitely a response! I got completely hard at one point."
"I wish I had seen it," Nick chuckled.
"Are you kidding? I'm amazed you didn't—I've been fighting boners all day! I've done everything I can to keep from getting caught with an absolute hard-on in front of all of you more than once. I mean, between looking at your cute ass and Ford swinging that huge cock around..."
"Yeah, It is pretty big."
We both laughed and I couldn't help but wonder exactly what Nick's experiences with them had been. I figured it didn't really matter or was any of my business, so I brought the conversation back to us: "Like I said, looking at that hot ass of yours was the most difficult—not that I didn't like it."
"Glad you did! I actually felt a little embarrassed after going into my tent."
"Why is that?"
"Why? Here I was, showing off my butt-hole all day to a straight dude."
I just shook my head with a grin, and it took me a few moments to respond. I looked off to all of our gorgeous surroundings, thought about everything that Nick and I had just shared together, and decided that it would be best to simply lay all my cards on the table—or water in this case.
"Don't feel bad, that should've been more than enough of a signal. It's just that I don't have a lot of experience," I said, attempting to open up a vein with someone I barely knew yet felt completely comfortable with. "I've only been with one other guy before, and it wasn't that long ago. It was actually on the way moving here."
Nick looked at me like he didn't quite believe me and then gave me some rather surprised looks as I went into detail about my experience in that blazing hot hotel room.
"Wow! That's a pretty crazy first time," Nick replied when I had finished with my story.
"I guess it was when I think about it. Either way, I've felt a little weird and conflicted since then."
"I think that's pretty normal—speaking for myself, at least," Nick consoled me. "My first time messed with me big time, that's for sure."
"Really?"
"Oh, definitely... Do you want to hear about it?"
"If you don't mind."
"I guess not. It's kind of a long story, though."
Nick then went on without barely taking a breath and told me about his own experiences:
"Okay, I guess I should start by saying that was I was pretty straight in high school. I didn't date much, but I did date a couple of girls. Although, I've been 'Bi-curious' and questioned my sexuality as long as I can remember. When I think about back then I always think about a line from Futarama that goes: 'Do you ya ever wonder if you only date girls cuz you spose ta.' —well, that was me.
"My folks were really religious so when we finally got the internet at our house they kept a very close eye on what me and my older sister looked at—checking out porn of any kind would have meant serious trouble. To be honest, though, I just really didn't think that much about sex. Shit, I didn't lose my virginity until the summer before my first year of college. I guess I was just a late bloomer.
"But when I got to college my sex-drive had really started to kick in big time, and having unlimited internet access without my parents checking everything I looked at, I naturally started surfing for porn. The thing was that I didn't find it very exciting. Especially regular vaginal penetration stuff. I liked anal a little more, but what really got me going was cum-porn—you know, shit like women taking multiple facials, creampies, that sort of thing. At one point after watching and re-watching this one particular scene where this chick took a couple really big, thick loads on her face, I began to question if it didn't have anything to do with the girl but was more about loving the site of the guy's cocks squirting out all that jizz.
"I kept surfing and of course it wasn't long before I came across a site that had gay stuff on it. I wanted to look at some of it so bad but also felt scared at what would happen if I did. The whole 'last frontier' thing went through my mind and I decided I might as well. I figured it would have one of two effects on me: it would turn me off completely or it would turn me on. I hadn't counted on a third, and that was making my cock erect faster than I had ever experienced before—I mean it went straight up. I was also compelled to touch it, and I came in like, three seconds. I don't think I had ever been so turned on in my entire life.
"Anyway, over the next year I became a gay porn junkie—all could think about was dick. I had no idea at the time that my roommate, Ford, was homosexual, so I kept it on the down-low as best I could. There was more than once he almost busted me—or so I thought.
I also couldn't stop thinking about how badly wanted to find out if I would like having sex with men for real or if it was just all in my head. The only problem was that I was too freaked to ask somebody at my school out. I didn't want anybody to know I even might be gay. I figured I would go to the web, and pretty quickly found a gay hookup site where I could meet with a stranger and not have to worry about it.
"I eventually met a dude online and we started chatting. He was about ten years older then me, but I didn't care—he was good looking, seemed sane, and had a great dick. We eventually set up a meeting, and I went to his place thinking that I was out of my fucking mind. After lots of drinks and winding up in the sixty-nine position with me on top of him, nothing else mattered—all I could think was how awesome it was to finally be actually sucking a cock and how much I liked doing it.
"He then fucked the hell out of me. We started out doing it doggy and I loved it. He kept pounding and pounding me, and it definitely hurt more than I had anticipated, but I couldn't believe how good it felt at the same time. He then rolled me over to missionary, began stroking me while he fucked my ass, and I came like nothing I had ever experienced before—I mean I just kept pouring and pouring goo out. It was the longest, most intense orgasm I had ever had. He then pulled out and after a lot of jerking on himself, he shot his load all over my face. I mean he completely covered it with spunk, and bunch of it went into my mouth, as well. I swallowed it down and instantly fell in love with the taste of it.
"I crashed on his couch and the next day woke up super hung-over and feeling utterly confused and weirded out. I went pretty much straight out the door with barely saying goodbye to the dude and then into complete denial mode when I got home. I was absolutely freaked out over it, like I had committed some horrible sin. I first threw away all my porn, thinking I just had to get rid of any temptations. I thought that if I stopped watching men having sex I wouldn't think about it anymore. Not long after, I even went so far as to start dating a girl I knew to try and 'fix' me—I figured I just needed some pussy to make myself straight again.
"Long story short...or longer—I don't know—things clearly didn't work out between us. Not too surprising considering why I decided to go out with her in the first place. She was cool but it wasn't long before I started getting really bored with the sex we were having. It was like pussy had absolutely no fascination or appeal to me, whatsoever, and she never let me even so much as look at her butt-hole—more or less play with it. Even more f'ed up was that I also started having gay wet dreams. Sometimes sleeping right next to her after we had fucked.
"It obviously didn't last too long, and I'll never forget the night she broke up with me over the phone: I wasn't bothered in the slightest, and really, she just beat me to the punch. The first thing I did after hanging up was to go online and find some gay porn. I had realized while I was with her just how much I was repressing things, and I simply didn't care anymore—I just wanted to see some hot, hard cocks going in tight, man-holes.
"I swear, watching guys fuck again was like slipping into a warm bath. It was a relief, like I felt normal again. I concluded that night that that was just who I am.
"I came out to Ford a couple days later, and he was all, 'Yeah, I know. It's okay, so am I.' in typical Ford fashion—apparently some of those close calls I had of him catching me masturbating were closer than I had thought.
"He then told me his story, and I felt even more at peace with everything. That was more than an eye opener...well, you've seen how big he is. It wasn't long afterwards that he met Adam. They introduced me to more than a few guys over the years since, and I've never looked back.
"So, I guess what I'm saying is...don't worry so much about it. Gay, Bi, whatever. You are who you are."
I listened to everything Nick had to say intently; it helped more than I could have imagined, and I made the decision right then to try my best to shut my brain up, let go of my hang-ups for the time being, and just be open to and enjoy whatever experiences this trip might have to offer.
"Thanks for sharing all that with me," I said. "It really does make me feel better."
"No problem," Nick replied. "I hate to think that you might regret but we just did. I enjoyed the hell out of it, and like I said, I've been wanting to for a while."
"And like I said, me, too! I've actually fantasized about having sex with you multiple times."
"Is that so?" Nick asked as he moved over to me, put his arm around my shoulder, and started to massage my prick. "Do tell me more!"
I instantaneously began getting hard and reached over to play with his stiffening penis before going into detailed description of how I had masturbated to the thought of him fucking my ass.
