I was on a hunting trip with four of my buddies. Two of them I had been out with previously at this beautiful site in the Colorado mountains, and two others that I worked with I had invited to come along, as I knew they liked to hunt. I myself did not hunt, but love the wilderness and the camping experience.
As bad luck, or good, would have it my two regular hunting partners got called away on a family need for the evening, promising to return the next day.
Camp was set, I had a cushy bed in a pop up since the space was open, and my two work friends had a sizable tent, nothing spectacular but roomy enough for six.
We ate dinner, which I cooked up, and served. We all ate a great meal and I offered to take their plates and put them in the trash bag we had set up. As I took their plates, one of them, Ben, said "nice meal."
I said "thanks," and he replied, "you're the camp bitch!" and chuckled.
I told him to fuck off and we all laughed. Even so, there was a glance between them that I noticed, and they noticed that I noticed.
Soon it was dark and a fire was roaring, as we all sat around it. Those two sat next to each other, and I sat across, and we had some fun in conversation and passed around a fifth of Wild Turkey 101.
After some time, we were all feeling the gobbler, and things got quiet as we stared into the fire, reflecting on whatever.
There was a definite period of silence, then my camp mate Ben, who earlier had labelled me the camp bitch, asked why I kept looking at gay websites at work? I knew I was caught. My job as a salesman was boring and I did my share of surfing to seek out a boner session when I could. Keep in mind that this was the late 90s, so I was a bit naΓ―ve about what could be tracked, and even if it was. Apparently, it was.
"What are you talking about?" I stammered with a voice that was less than believable.
"We know all about you and fagnet," said my other co-worker, Chris.
"Not cool," I said, "how is that any of your business?"
"It's not," Ben said, "but you know I'm a network admin, and I see what I see."
The silence was deafening as we all stared into the fire, it crackled and sparks flew up into the cool night air.
After a minute or so, I asked, "so what, you're going to out me and humiliate me?"
There was obvious concern on my face in the light of the fire, and I tried to make eye contact to let each of them know that I would kick their ass if it came to that.
Quietly, Chris offered up, "we were just curious."
After a few seconds of contemplation, I asked, "curious about me, or curious about it?
They both sat there for a moment, not looking at each other, but there was a connection that all three of us could feel around the firelight. Some kind of barrier had been cracked. I remained silent and apprehensive. I was not sure where in hell this was going.
"Both," Chris suddenly said. Ben looked at him and then looked at me, and shook his head in affirmation.
I waited a moment, gave a glance around at the dark space that enveloped us outside of the light of the fire, and then asked, "so you want to know what it is like to have a guy touch you?"
"No way man, that's not it!" Ben said, too quickly to be believable.
Chris followed after a moment with, "I'm interested in both. What's it like?"
Even though the firelight was low, I could see a lust in Chris's eyes. I knew he was hardening up, ever so slightly. He shifted in his camp chair, as Ben stared into the fire, refusing to look at either of us. This conversation was going into interesting places.
I let the tension build, and I knew that both young men were here out in the wilderness, with no one around for miles, and they were without women and horny. Ben adjusted as he shifted over.
"So, what are you guys looking for," I asked over the campfire coals, "someone to blow you?"
They immediately looked at each other, fell silent, and I waited. After a little bit of time, Chris chimed up and said, "I guess so." In a quiet voice.
The fire crackled, and I had them both, by the balls, so to speak. I waited, and then after a bit of time I said, "I think you want something, but I don't trust either of you."
They looked at each other in confusion, as if a plan had been foiled. Then Ben said, "What do you mean by trust? You can trust us."
Again, I waited. I stopped looking at either of them, continued looking at the fire, and got my courage up. Then I said, "if you want to satisfy some curiosity, and obviously you both know I am into it, then each of you has to put me in your mouth for at least ten seconds, or I am going to go to bed, and if you say anything about this I will simply tell everyone you did it anyway."
"You wish," Ben said.