Note: This is my first story ever, so please comment and tell me what you think! If people enjoy it then I'll continue with more chapters. The story is fictional and does not portray any actual people or events, though it is a fantasy of mine. It is rather soft in the first chapter, but will get more rough in later chapters (which will be uploaded if people like this one).
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All of my friends and I are 18 years old and in our final year of high-school. Our entire year group was having a three-night stay at a huge farm. According to our teachers, the little vacation would give us a break from studying and help solidify our friendships, which would continue on into our adult lives. In actuality, the three-night stay would transform me into a horny slut to be used and abused by my group of friends. I'd always been bisexual and kept it a secret, simply because there was just no reason to tell anyone, since being bi meant I could date girls and appear straight despite my attraction towards guys. I kept it a secret also because I was scared of how my friends would react and I didn't want to be treated any differently.
At the camp, the guys and girls had separate buildings to sleep in, and in the morning we had breakfast at different times. The girls had breakfast first, then the kitchens were rapidly cleaned, then the guys had breakfast. After breakfast the teachers handpicked a few people to help the chefs clean the kitchens up. Of course, my two friends Dean and Michael and I were picked to do it. However it wasn't too bad, because there were two chefs; a really hot girl, and a really hot guy, both of them in their early twenties. We ended up having a very interesting conversation as we discovered the male chef was gay.
"What! You don't look it," said Michael in surprise.
"To be honest, most gays don't actually look gay," said Micah the chef with a laugh. I couldn't help but feel incredibly drawn to him, as I had absolutely no gay friends or acquaintances and had never conversed about it with anyone before. And remember, he was really hot. As we cleaned and dried dishes and talked about how we'd driven since four in the morning to arrive there for the camp, I caught Micah glancing at me in interest a few times. The thought that he could be attracted to me caused my heart to race from excitement and adrenaline. But I'd never been with a guy, so I had no idea what to think. Eventually our teacher came over, inspected our progress and let Dean and Michael off because they were dirtier than me and appeared to have done more work.
"Just help out for a few more minutes and head back to the rooms; you know where it is yeah?" Mr Kromton asked me.
"Yep, I'm in room two," I answered confidently. He nodded and headed off to the teachers building, relying on me to take care of myself. I assumed it was because I was one of the smartest students in the grade. As Mr Kromton left the room, I turned and bumped straight into Micah who had been trying to squeeze past me to reach the dishwasher.
"Oh! Haha, sorry," I said, perhaps a little too chipper. He grinned, openly looking me up and down with an almost hungry expression which sent a jolt of nervousness, excitement and arousal throughout my entire body.
"No worries. Anna will be back in a sec, she's gotta take all the rubbish out," Micah briefly explained, still soaking me in with his eyes.
"Cool," I said, rather breathlessly. I suddenly realized that I was smiling far too much. I think he realized too.
"You seemed a bit quiet earlier," Micah went on, in an obvious attempt to start a conversation as he continued cleaning.
"I um, had something on my mind," I said nervously, as I too returned to cleaning. I didn't know whether to hurry up and get out, or take my time and see what happened.
"Like what? I could help you figure it out, whatever it is," said Micah with a smile, as he moved closer to me. I stared up -- yes, he was slightly taller than me -- into his deep brown eyes and cocky smile. I nearly dropped the plate I was holding as my breath caught in my throat.
"I suppose you could," I murmured, biting my lip and feeling myself blush. He gently pulled the plate from my hands and placed it on the kitchen bench, then pushed me against it and leaned closer. The touch of his hands on my waist caused me to swoon in his arms as I placed my hands on the bench behind me to stay balanced.
