It was one hot day in the summer and the phone rang in my house. I battled through the junk littering the floor and grabbed the receiver. It was Daniel, my friend from the age of around 5. I had always loved Daniel but not in the way that I had recently. He wanted to know if I was interested in going on a camping trip with him up in the hills. I had immediately said yes because I wanted to spend some time with him because I never really saw him very much lately. We are both of medium build, he has dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, and I have brown hair and green eyes. From the times in the gym I would say his cock is about 7 inches when flaccid, I can only fantasize about it erect. Myself I am about 5-6 inches limp and about 8 while jacking off. His butt is nicely shaped, round and defined cheeks. I had to meet him at the parking area at the end of the week

It was Friday morning and he met me a few miles from my house and we walked a long way up into the hills above my home. I could not help but walk behind and admire his ass as he walked. We were going to be sharing a tent, which made things even better! After ages of falling over the pegs and the rope we got it up and went inside. We were too tired to do anything else so we just talked for hours. Soon he made a really cheesy joke, which we laughed at in a giggly way getting slower and more pathetic.

Everything went quiet.

“I need to tell you something man,” said Daniel. There was a long pause during which time I could see he was deep in thought and I wanted to say ‘what?’ but I stopped myself.

“...I am bisexual,” he finally delivered.

This hit me with less impact than I expected, considering I knew him since early years and always considered him to be through and through straight, but not to such an extent that I couldn’t reply.

“I have to confess something too, so am I mate,” I replied cautiously but without a pause, I felt I could tell him anything now and I pondered what we had just said to each other.

This seemed to have caused a slight opportunity for him and he lunged at me and started kissing me on the neck and the lips. I had no idea what to do except hold his head in my hand and start kissing him back. Soon we had each other’s tongues in each other’s mouths and kissing passionately. His tongue felt soft slipping over mine and my hands slid down his back. This lasted for at least five minutes, maybe more.

He broke the kiss and whispered to me in a husky tone, “will you fuck me?”

My eyes widened and the look of eagerness on my face was an obvious giveaway as I replied with force “yes of course I will!”

This lead to him hastily pulling his t-shirt off from over his head and pulling his trackie bottoms down to his ankles and off. His nipples stuck out slightly and I could see his cock beginning to get hard through his white boxers. He removed his socks because according to him, ‘only skanks have sex with socks on.’ I had striped moments later, our clothes lying in a jumble