After that night camping, Marc and I got along great. It was the first time that I'd ever dated a guy. We agreed our relationship would be opened, to the extent that we would both continue to date women, while at the same time, we'd be cock exclusive to each other. Marc was easy to get along with, and unlike with Carl, I was on equal terms with Marc. We both liked sucking cock. Together we figured out that Marc was more of a top, and I was more of a bottom.
The following weekend, we fooled around at his spacious condo on the lake. I wasn't ready to come out, so we were still trying to keep our relationship discreet. I just hadn't counted on running into Stephanie, an old high school girlfriend of mine, that had seemed to have fallen off of the map after high school.
It seemed that Stephanie had also experienced a sexual awakening since high school. Back then, Stephanie was an athletic, petite, red haired, Irish girl. She was never girly. So I was surprised by a knock on the Marc's condo door one night, after he had gone to town to pick up some groceries.
(knock, knock)
Me:
I'll be right there
Stephanie:
Tommy, is that really you in there?
As Stephanie spoke, I was half terrified that my secret was out. I was also half excited to see her, so I flung opened the door with my arms wide. I abandoned my fear as Stephanie crushed into me in a big kiss, and a bear hug, from a very shapely Stephanie. Gone was her athletic form, replaced by lusciously dangerous curves.
Me:
Oh my goodness, where did you come from? Steph, you're even hotter than I remember.
Stephanie:
Thank you, Tommy. I see that you've changed a bit, too, haven't you? (wink, wink)
As she seductively said those words, she drew a red manicured finger down her luscious lips. I decided to play innocent.
Me:
Yeah, I have been working out and bicycling quite a bit. I guess we've all changed some. So what have you been up to, Miss Stephanie? Do you own a condo out here?
Stephanie:
I live out here with my girlfriend, Cloe. She's an exotic dancer at the old, Bottoms Up Club. It's an alternative entertainment venue. I think you'd love it. I'm a band promoter these days, and I still paint. So, you and Marc, what, you're just friends, then?
Me:
Yeah, we ran into each other in town last week, and he invited me out to go fishing. Shouldn't I have accepted?
At this point, Stephanie was becoming visibly frustrated, and she looked like she was going to spill about Marc. I was laughing inside, but still nervous about coming out to her, but I decided to let her off the hook.
Stephanie:
Tommy, I have some news for you. Did you know that Marc was gay? You can still be friends, but you should know that he usually only brings his boyfriends out here. I do love him, but he's a very naughty boy, ha ha
Me:
Yeah, Steph, I know.
So I told Stephanie about the locker room, which led to the camping trip with Carl. I told her about my, until recently, hetero life, and how Carl's reunion visit reminded me of my experimental past. And how that led to an over night camp out at Cherry Peak, with special guest, Marc. I explained to her how Carl confessed to having seduced Marc in a soapy shower room stroker. She appeared to cling to every detail, begging me for even more information. When did I first know I also liked guys? Who came on to who, between Carl and I?
