the following night. I was a little put out especially after my confusing day prior and I really needed to bond with her in an effort to make sense to what had happened to me. I agreed reluctantly and as the day wore on, thoughts of what I had done with Chris came back to my mind. I obviously wasn’t gay. Chris was gay and that’s what gays were like. All I had done was to dabble a bit as he was so effeminate he was just a female substitute. Then I realised that he had actually penetrated me and not the other way around. I reckoned that the only reason it had happened was because I was a little sensitive around there. I was no poof!! I still didn’t care for these limp wrested queenie guys who lisped and minced around. No, I am a man!

During the following day I had avoided Chris politely but just after lunch he came across and said he had heard we were to be “all alone” again that night. I started to explain that I was going to have an early night but he suggested we hit a few bars. He assured me that he could “look 21” easily. I reckoned that going out was safer than staying in, to avoid temptation, and agreed.

Marie and Barbara dressed to the nines and headed out and five minutes later, Chris arrived. He had had his hair trimmed and did indeed, look older with a pair of tight jeans and a white t-shirt on he looked more like a bloke. As he assured me he came each year with his parents and knew his way around, I let him lead. We stumbled into a few street bars and then ended up in a club. I was a little bit drunk but I had been worse! It took a moment to realise it was a really mixed club. There were guys with guys, girls with girls, girls on their own and guys on their own. Guys were actually kissing in public and I actually saw two girls kissing each other. It was obscene, well at least the guys kissing were. I was on the point of leaving when Chris arrived back with a guy he knew who at least seemed to be straight even if he was black.

In perfect English, he said he was from Ghana and had been on the island for 6 years. I was puzzled how Chris knew this guy as he looked and acted straight – none of the camp stuff! So here I was with a queer and a black guy having a conversation – me, the guy who couldn’t stand either! He chatted on about how he was involved in selling timeshare and had sold Chris’s parents their one. So that explained that.

He suggested we go back to his apartment for some more drink. It was about 1:30am but I figured Marie would still be out and about so I agreed.

He had a really nice apartment in a new timeshare complex and we all got back and slumped down. He suggested we use the Jacuzzi which was empty and just beside his apartment. I thought it was great until I realised I didn’t have any trunks. I asked if he had any spare but he suggested we just go in nude. I stripped off and slipped in first. Chris followed and the guy who told me his name was Tano, stripped off too. I really hope