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I was snapped back to the present by a soft moaning from my right. Brett was half-in half-out of his sleeping bag, which he must have kicked halfway off when it got too warm. He was laying on his stomach, his head turned away from me, but his arm around my waist. His smooth beefy butt was exposed, looking like two delicious buns I just wanted to nibble on. I again flashed back to the night before. Again I saw Brett going to town on David’s cock, but in the flashback I looked down and realized Brett was on all fours and I was fucking him. I was fucking Brett. In the tent, last night.

Why didn’t I remember more? I raised my head to see if I was naked, like Brett was, but immediately I had to lay my head back down. I felt a pounding in my skull. I had a hangover. I remembered bringing out the vodka. I remembered coming out. I remembered David kissing me by the fire. David kissed me. I think that was what got the ball rolling. But how we ended up here all cuddling each other in the tent, I had no recollection of, except for a spit-roasting of Brett. What happened there?

There was no way to move without waking anyone up, and my head hurt so much I did not want to move. So I just caressed David’s chest a bit more and held Brett’s hand on my stomach. Soon enough I drifted off.

“Sergey? Are you awake?” I woke up again and raised my head a little. The headache was still there, but as I looked directly into Brett’s bright blue eyes, I resisted the temptation to lay back down. He was still laying on his stomach but was resting on his elbows. “Hey”, he said, “good morning.” “Hey”, I replied. My voice was only half there. I noticed David was no longer in the tent. I was wearing my black briefs. “You OK?”, Brett asked. “Hangover”, I said, as I saw behind Brett’s head that his beautiful butt was still exposed, but he was now laying on top of the sleeping bag. I tried not to get distracted. Brett smiled. From outside I heard a mumbling. “David’s a little upset about last night”, Brett said. “We should give him some space. Do you want to go wash up in the lake?” I nodded. Brett sat up on his knees, very casually exposing himself to me, and gave me his hand to help me sit up. I quickly glanced down and saw his beautifully smooth penis and balls. They weren’t big or necessarily impressive, but they had a nice light skin tone. The pubic hair by the base was neatly trimmed. I just really wanted to suck it right there and then. But I did not. Brett quite clearly had had the smallest cock out of the three of us, but it clearly had not affected his confidence as we got out of the tent.

Brett was still naked as he grabbed a towel and said, “Dave, we’re just going to the lake and wash up”. David mumbled something back as he sat, fully clothed and seemingly ready to start hiking back, with his back to the tent. “Good morning, David”, I tried. He looked back and saw me. He had a blank expression on his face. He turned his head back to face forward and softly said “Good morning” back.

There was a lake only about 300 yards from where we set up camp. “Don’t worry, he was like this last time”, Brett said as we walked towards it. “He sees his sexuality as something rigid, so he gets confused when stuff like this happens.” My head slowly started functioning again. “So… how do you see your sexuality?” “Straight”, Brett said as he looked at me. “But Nellie used to fuck me with a strap-on all the time. I love it. David was the first guy to fuck me when we were in the mountains last time. And now you’re the second. It doesn’t really confuse me as to what it means for my sexuality.” I nodded as we silently kept walking. Only the sound of chirping birds and our feet walking on the grass. “You were my first guy”, I admitted as we reached the lake and Brett hung his towel on a tree branch. I unashamedly looked at his butt as he did and thought about how many times he must have been penetrated. He looked back at me and smiled. “Oh wow! I feel honored”, he said as he walked back toward me. His fully naked physique coming to me gave me an instant erection. He hugged me and must have felt it. “Come on”, he said as he cocked his head toward the lake.

I stepped out of my briefs and let my cock jump up. My boner pointed out the way as we both slowly walked in and let the cold water come higher and higher up our bodies. “So do you feel like a new man this morning?” I smiled but I couldn’t look at Brett. “A little. I just don’t remember that much.” Brett laughed. “Ouch! I’ll have to take that personally.” “Please don’t”, I said, “I drank too much.” “I know, I know, just kidding.” Brett let himself fall back into the water completely. “Isn’t this great?”, he asked rhetorically looking around to the trees and mountains surrounding us. “The Antigua trip will be a bit different though. Nellie loved the more luxurious things.” “As much as I am loving this trip, I think I might agree with her”, I said. “Oh, about that”, Brett said as he swam toward me, “maybe we should talk about expectations for that…” His beautiful eyes looked into mine, but I didn’t understand what he was talking about and I am sure he could read it on my face. “Like, what David said about it being a romantic trip… And I don’t know how you’re feeling about me right now… But I wanted to make sure you agree we are going just as friends.” My heart sank. “Oh”, was all I could utter. I tried to hide the disappointment on my face but I knew I was bad at masking my emotions. “I know you don’t have a crush on me or anything”, he continued, not knowing how wrong he was, “I just wanted to be clear that I’m not inviting you with romantic intentions. As good a fuck as you are.” I smiled and blushed. “Especially for a first-timer.” I laughed and splashed water on him. “So, are we good?”, he asked. “Absolutely.” I may have been inexperienced, but I wasn’t an idiot. I felt the chemistry between us. I wasn’t sure on the how, but I would make sure he would fall in love with me on that Antigua trip.

When we got back to the tent, David had put out some Tupperware boxes. He was eating from a box himself. “Hey”, he said. “Hey”, I repeated. “You have some breakfast for us?”, Brett asked, still naked, but with a towel around his waist. David nodded, still not too talkative. Brett and I changed clothes in front of the tent. Of course I kept casually glancing over. Brett’s beautiful dick disappeared into baby blue briefs. The rest of his body into a green T-shirt and white shorts. He didn’t look over toward me once. David’s breakfast consisted of bagels, peanut butter, fruit, granola bars and trail mix. There was more than enough, but it was likely this was also going to be our lunch.

On the hike back, David kept going ahead of Brett and me. But we saw him whenever he had encountered a ridge and talked him over. But soon after he would increase his speed again. Brett and I chatted and I noticed he would quite often put his hand on my back in a casual manner. He definitely hadn’t done that the day before. David calmed down during the day. He apologized for being grumpy when we sat down for lunch, but didn’t explain why. We avoided the subject of our threesome the entire day.

Because the hike was now mainly downhill we got to David’s truck in the afternoon. “I don’t know about you guys, but I could do with a shower!”, David said when we all sat down. It was incredibly hot inside of the truck, so the shirts went off again. The smell of sweat was very present, and I didn’t mind it one bit. Brett put his hand on my knee. “So, how did you like it?” “I had a great time”, I said. “I’ve never done hiking trips like this, but I would be up for it again. I did miss sleeping in an actual bed, though.” David laughed. “So, not really a camping guy?” “Maybe not, but one night every now and then was worth seeing all of that beautiful nature”, I said. “So we’ll do this again next summer?”, Brett asked. “Absolutely”, I said. David remained silent.

During the one-hour drive back I started feeling tired. I wasn’t the only one though, as Brett once again used my shoulder as a pillow for most of the drive. “Are you going to be OK if I pass out too?”, I asked David. “Sure, I’ll put on some music”, he said. I rested my head on Brett’s. I felt warm and fuzzy inside as I drifted off.

When I woke up we were already back in Redmond in front of Brett’s home. “Wake up, sleepyheads!” We all got out, Brett took out his back pack and hugged us both. “We’ll be in touch”, he told me as he winked. I smiled. David then drove me home. “You like him, don’t you?”, he suddenly said. “Huh?” I was caught off guard. “I saw. When you were changing this morning.” I looked down and blushed. “Look, you don’t have to say anything. Just let me say this. Although he may not have looked it last night, I’m pretty sure Brett’s straight. He’s just in a bit of a bad place. He feels lonely. So he might be taking advantage of you for now. Just be aware that this may not last and that it may not be reciprocated in the end. I don’t want you to get badly hurt now that you can finally have your first guy-crush. ” There was a short silence. I felt like David was really looking out for me. He was really a great guy, too. “Just be careful in Antigua. That’s all I’ll say.” “Thanks.” “Or maybe one more thing. I thought gay guys liked abs and big cocks?” I laughed. He was clearly kidding. “I’m not saying I’m jealous… Just a bit annoyed that you prefer him over me.” “I’m sure you have already had gay guys crushing on you and you didn’t even realize. But yes, you have a great body.” “There you go. All I wanted to hear.” He put his hand on my shoulder. “You’re going to be OK”, he said. We had arrived at my apartment building. We hugged and I went in. Tired, confused, and possibly in love with Brett.

To be continued…