I just wanted to reiterate that I'm not gay.
I just...somehow ended up getting seduced by my son's 19 year old friend.
I'm George. I'm 52 years old, I've got gray eyes and balding salt+pepper hair, 6'2" tall and about 230--pretty much a dad bod, with muscles covered by a little bit of home-cooking (if you know what I mean). I played football and basketball in high school, but my work pretty much keeps me in shape.
I'm also a Man's man...
No, not like that... but, I'm a SportsCenter watching, hunting, camping kind of guy.
In part one of this series I walked you through the "happy ending" massage I ended up getting.
That fucked me up. I really didn't know that the massage parlor was a dirty, happy ending, kind of massage parlor.
Maybe a week later while sitting on the sofa watching the local news with the fam, I saw their place had been shut down for human trafficking, tax evasion, and other stuff. Guess I dodged a bullet there.
I dodged one bullet, but there was another coming right at me.
There I was, a 52 year-old man in a loveless, sexless marriage with my obese wife, Charlotte.
Charlotte had absolutely no sex drive.
No sex.
No fingering.
No blow jobs.
Hell, at that point I'd go for a handjob similar to the one I'd gotten at the massage parlor every now and then.
My four sons were aged 18-32 at the time. The older ones were out of the house, but our youngest still stayed at home and was a daddy's boy.
Chase did everything with me. If I was watching the game, Chase was watching the game. If I was working on the truck, Chase was working on the truck.
He also kept a group of guys around him all the time since high school. Chase wasn't the most popular guy at school, but he was friendly enough and very involved with activities and stuff.
As time went on, Charlotte and I would mess up the mood as they played Call of Duty in the den with our occasional arguments...
Well, we didn't actually argue.
Arguments happen between at least two people-- Charlotte just bitched a lot.
While there was a revolving door of 18-23 year-olds coming in and out of the house, there were two that were around the most--Carlos and Carlito-- two 18 year-old twin brothers who spoke both English and Spanish... Spanish when they wanted to communicate privately.
For Chase's birthday in December, he said he'd wanted to go camping with his bros.
His birthday rolled around and at the party Charlotte had printed out the Airbnb info and had it wrapped with camping gear as one of the gifts.
As he opened it and shifted through the paperwork he seemed a bit underwhelmed. I was about to get on his ass about it until he passed the print out to me as well...
This wasn't a camping trip at all.
A camping trip is a cabin out in the middle of nowhere.
Charlotte had booked a "Glamping cabin"...essentially a regular home complete with plumbing, wifi, a pool, air conditioning, etc.
I pulled him to the side and told him not to worry, I'd fix it. I told him to enjoy the rest of the party and not to say anything to his mom about it because I knew what would happen.
The rest of the party went off without problem-- Charlotte, myself, and the rest of the family left the house to Chase and his friends.
I'm pretty sure there was drinking and other foolishness, but hey, what are 18-23 year olds supposed to do at that age.
The next day on my break at work (I worked at an amazon warehouse) i skimmed through the sites for state parks and more rugged, authentic camping experiences.
I found one!
This was a 4-bedroom cabin out near Big Bend National Park.
The ad read:
"​​Big Bend National Park is in southwest Texas and includes the entire Chisos mountain range and a large swath of the Chihuahuan Desert. The Ross Maxwell Scenic Drive leads to the ruins of Sam Nail Ranch, now home to desert wildlife. The Santa Elena Canyon, carved by the Rio Grande, features steep limestone cliffs. Langford Hot Springs, near the Mexican border, has pictographs and the foundations of an old bathhouse."
PERFECT, I thought!
A four bedroom would surely hold at least 10 people--assuming there's a living room sofa or pullout bed.
I went ahead and put a deposit down and texted Chase the details so we could plan it out.
Initially, I thought about explaining the whole ordeal to Charlotte, but, considering she wasn't planning to go in the first place, I just canceled the other by calling the card company and booked the 4-bedroom at Big Bend.
The next two weeks leading up to the trip Chase was super excited. This was going to be a few days away from the hustle and bustle of dealing with school, work, and everything else.
Things got pretty tense around Christmas, so I was looking forward to getting away as well.
I'm also glad we opted for a real camping experience. It was surprisingly cold the first week of January for Texas, but it's like I always say "Drive slow and steady, and you'll have no problems."
The 10 of us loaded up in my Ford Excursion and headed to Big Bend. There was myself and Chase, of course, the twins Carlos and Carlito, and a few other friends.
It was a little over 8 hours, but we made it!
We only stopped twice to fuel up and get snacks.
Along the way, the conversations got pretty interesting. This new generation is more fluid and free than ever before. We didn't talk about sex and stuff in front of adults, nor were we as open to including gay friends in our friend groups.
I mean, I'm not a homophobe or anything, I've just never had gay friends like that.
Along the way there was play like ass-slapping, and one situation where they kept pointing out one guy, Trevor, having a "bubble butt."
These youngsters were wild!
"Gyatt!" one of the boys exclaimed before slapping Trevor's ass as he climbed in the truck.
"You don't have to be nervous, George, you got a Gyatt your damn self," another yelled playfully.
Eventually we got to the campgrounds and pulled into the registration lot.
The lady up front let us know we were lucky because they were just about to close, and that they'd be closed for the weekend until Sunday evening for checkouts. She gave us two keys and pointed us in the direction of the cabin.
We drove through the campgrounds eventually getting to our cabin which seemed much smaller from the looks of it.
Wayyyyy smaller.
As we walked up and opened the door my jaw dropped.
There were 4 beds in the cabin.
No, not 4 BEDROOMS as I'd assumed, but literally 4 beds.
There were 10 of us.
I rushed back to the registration office to see if we could get another cabin or two. I was worried I'd miss them since we'd barely made it as they were closing.
As I pulled back into the parking lot I saw light and the shadow of one of the workers in the registration cabin.
