When my college roommate Chris and I arrived at the campground near my hometown for our 3 day adventure, I automatically began to think about the times I spent there. My guy friend from high school used to drive up there on the weekends because we could go into the bathhouse and get in the showers and have sex for as long as we liked. At one point the place even became somewhat of a tearoom. Yeah, I had a lot of firsts in those showers, I swallowed cum for the first time in there, my guy friend and I had sex for the first time in there, and it was there that I had sex with a man whom I did not know that was old enough to be my dad, ah the memories.

After we set up camp, I decided to go off by myself and see if I couldn’t get in touch with my old guy friend, who still lived in the area and try and set up a little rendezvous for later that night. I tried calling him three times and kept getting his voice mail, so on the last try I left him a message and explained everything and told him to call me back ASAP.

When I made it back to the campsite, Chris had broken out the bourbon and cokes and we both poured us up a good strong drink into some Dixie cups, and kicked back in our lounge chairs in front of the fire. We talked about this and that, mostly about the bullshit with school and how our football team was fairing this year, you know, typical guy crap. So about 3 good drinks later, I found myself half-ass listening to his war stories from yesteryear and began to think about how bad I wanted to get laid. I was constantly checking my phone to see if I might have not heard it ring, but each time I saw that there were no missed calls. But then several minutes later, as I was standing at the picnic table pouring drink number 4 into my cup, my phone rang and it was my old friend. I immediately walked away so I could not be heard by my roommate and told my friend to meet me in the third shower stall in 30 minutes. He agreed and so I spent the next half hour thinking of ways to get away without looking suspicious to my roommate Chris. After 25 minutes had passed, I stood up and stretched and said that I was getting too drunk, too fast and to keep from passing out too early that night, I was going to hit the showers and then come back and resume. I also added that I needed to shower anyway since I had not had one that day, which was bullshit, but he did not protest.

My heart raced as I walked up the hill, with my towel in one hand and my bag of toiletry items in the other. I made it to the bathhouse, walked in and saw that it was all quiet except for the sound of a shower going in one of the stalls. A sense of weirdness filled the air as I walked into the stall and saw him again, for we had not seen one another in months, but that soon faded away and I got naked, being that he already was. I walked over to him and we smiled at one another and I said that I didn’t want any sappy