Camping Trip, Part 6

Finale

After a hot threesome with a hunky forest ranger, Brian and I continued our journey of discovery. Our feelings for each other had deepened and raw emotions began to show.

After Mike left, there was a new, strange awkwardness between Brian and me. An awkwardness named Mike. We set up camp silently and shared a tense dinner. Brian asked me to break out the peppermint schnapps because he wanted to get drunk. There was still more than half the bottle and we passed it back and forth, neither of us able to say what we felt. I didn’t know what Brian was thinking, but as for me, our threesome with Mike only served to remind me that it was Brian I wanted. Sure Mike was hot, but in retrospect, I didn’t get the same satisfaction from the experience. All the physical pleasure paled in comparison to the joys of making love to someone I was beginning to see as my soul mate, partner and boyfriend. It was this thought that bothered me. How were we supposed to go home in two days and go back to our old lives? Could we go back to those lives?

For as long as I could remember, we’d gone out with girls and never thought of each other in any sexual way. But that’s wrong, isn’t it? Didn’t I come on this trip thinking how great it would be to jack off together, and taste Brian’s dick? How can that be straight? And what was Brian thinking? Was our fooling around strictly a camping thing? For Christ’s sake, he had a cute girl at home who he’d been fucking on a regular basis for a couple of weeks.

And now, as we sat side by side in front of the fire, gradually getting drunk, it was Brian who broke the ice.

“Hey man,” he said softly, “I don’t know how to say this without being misunderstood.” He paused for a long time. “Aw, fuck it. All this, what we’ve been doing, was great until today. Now after Mike was here, I’m not sure what’s right anymore. It was just you and me and that’s great, our little secret. Now after Mike, I know for sure that I’m into guys, and I’m into you.” His voice began to waver. “I’m gay. I’m a fucking fag!” He broke into tears. “What am I supposed to do?” he sobbed. “I want to be with you and I can’t figure out how. I don’t even know how you feel about me.”

Hot tears welled in my eyes. I put my arm around his shoulder and took his hand in mine. “Look at me,” I said and he lifted his eyes to mine. Both of us were crying now. It all came clear to me. I knew then how I felt. “Brian, I love you. I never knew what that meant before, but now I do. We’ve been friends for so long, I always assumed we’d be friends forever. I can’t imagine not having you in my life. If being a fag is what that means, then I’ll be a fag, but it’s not about that. It’s about the fact that I love you and I hope you love me. There