When dudes pitch tents…

It was supposed to be a simple camping trip with the guys. Some hiking, some fishing, a whole lot of dumb bro talk.

But I’m sharing a tent with Colton—my six-foot-four best friend, football team captain, and all-around jock. Those pecs. Those biceps. The big, meaty slab in his shorts that bounces every time he moves. I just can’t keep my eyes off it.

I’ve always thought I was straight, but wanting his tent pole down my throat doesn’t feel very straight to me.