A few years before, I had met a coworker’s friend, Travis, a little guy who had a cheerful personality, a handsome, ruddy face, and a red beard that I thought was totally chewable. Even though we had known each other for years, Travis and I had never spent any time together. Many times I thought he’d be fun to get naked and twist into amusing positions.
Now it was August, hot, and I was on another Adventuring camping and canoe trip, this time with Peter. Travis was on this same trip, too, and brought Frank, his current boyfriend. They set up their tent nearby while Peter and I set up my mine. Travis told me later Frank had been dating a woman but that didn’t work out so now he was giving a try to dating a guy (Travis). I was fascinated; I’d never met anyone who was bisexual or was at least brave enough to find out for himself who he might be. Or love.
We four spent the afternoon collecting some branches from dry, downed trees for a campfire that evening, splashing in the river near our camp site, and checking out the other campers arriving and setting up their tents. The entire Adventuring camp site eventually grew to a long line of tents of maybe forty people, mostly men, and (thank you, Goddess) mostly shirtless in the hot August afternoon.
That evening after dinner and a few beers, Peter and I stretched out on blankets with Travis and Frank in front of our fire, slightly drunk and slightly sleepy, gradually huddling together as the fire burned down and the air got chilly.
It was getting late when Peter said good night and crawled into the tent. I wasn’t sure how “together” Travis and Frank were, but I still thought that Travis was pretty hot and wanted to play with him. I made a guess that I knew Travis well enough to see what would happen if I draped one leg over the both of them. Apparently that was the right thing to do because Travis and Frank responded by putting their arms around me.
We began with just a little cuddling, taking turns kissing or hugging, or playing with our beards, or feeling up the nearest body part. The fire had burned down very low and because it was night, I didn’t feel particularly self-conscious even though other campers who occasionally passed by could see the inchoate heap that was us.
Travis, Frank, and I began playing in earnest, reaching up under our clothing or tugging each other’s pants down around our knees, all the while lying (mostly) quietly on the blankets on the ground under the stars.
It was really quite nice to be there with these two guys and the low fire. I laid on my side, kissing Travis and feeling Frank’s dick, or kissing Frank and feeling Travis’ dick. We shifted around some and when I was on my back, they moved onto either side of me, all of us stroking our dicks. After more than a few minutes of all this male togetherness, we were heated up enough to jerk off all the way.
We wiped off and laid there in a tangle, feeling the warmth, then exchanged quick goodnight kisses and crawled into our respective tents. I’m not sure how much we kept Peter awake but he was breathing heavily and didn’t stir as I laid down. As I drifted off, I wondered if I should have checked to see if Peter wanted to get up and join in our man tangle.
The next morning the camp gradually came to life. Peter and I ate a quick breakfast and headed off for the day’s canoe trip, followed by Travis and Frank.
I saw Travis occasionally around town for quite a while and he was always friendly and talkative. He didn’t say anything about Frank, and I wondered if they were no longer seeing each other.