Ben, George and me spent rest of that day at the river swimming and fooling around, as we always did. Yet something was different. Every once in a while we’d exchange short look of accomplice between us. Our wrestling in the water was also different – we’d much more grab each other’s asses, crotches and both of them would take every chance to feel and grab my tits. Luckily, we managed to keep things under control enough that nobody else could see what we’re really doing. Of course, being in water above waistline all the time was a big help too.


On our walk home, we talked and laughed. We always did so. Conversation was always mostly about other people we saw at the beach … but, to my surprise, this time we hardly talked about girls. Both Ben and George, usually speaking about nothing but tits and asses of other girls, now compared our bodies and features with other males, both boys and man, we saw at the beach.
I participated, but my mind was aching with something I wanted to say to my friends:

“Guys, I have to tell you something … Actually I wanted to tell you this for some time, just hadn’t had courage to do so” – I started talking not looking at them.

“What? That you fancy boys as much as you fancy girls or even more?” George cut me off. “Well, we know … we’re not blind you know.”

“Nor dumb” Ben added jokingly, and he continued more seriously “But, if we’re spilling our guts, now would be the time for me to spill mine. I may be gay. Not sure yet, but after today I am a bit more certain.”

“Oh come on … you’re messing with us, right?” George sounded honestly surprised “I mean you have keenest eye for chick’s tits that I know of. Nobody can spot good pair of boobs from a mile away as you can. And now, you’re to tell me that you, if not faking, at least do not care for them … it’s hard to believe, you know.”

“Well, it’s not that I don’t care or that I faked, but I often got hardon just looking at John over here and his tits … and never felt that way about any girl. I even groped few of them, never really got excited holding them. Yet, I just have to look at John’s and here’s what happens” said Ben pointing at slightly noticeable tent in his shorts.

“Wow, that’s …” I stuttered, feeling a bit in awe “I am … wow Benny … I’m glad to have that kind of effect on you” – I was completely honest. Ben smiled back to me so warmly, steering that familiar tingling feeling in my lower belly again.

“OK you two, question for both of you” said George sounding serious and confused, looking at his feet while making one step after another. Both Ben and I looked at him in anticipation, yet he was silent as if he couldn’t find proper words to say what was on his mind.

“’Till today, I never looked at any boy in a sexual way – I had eyes only for girls. But today I let my best friend jerk my dick ‘till I came … and my own hand grabbed his ass. And all of that in front of my other best friend, also a boy … and it all felt great. Yet, I’m not certain that I liked it … that I liked myself enjoying … I mean that it felt so great to me. Oh fuck, what I’m trying to ask you is – AM I GAY?” George was dead serious, and it looked like he’s on a brink of tears. His black eyes were deeply confused as he looked at me and Ben.

To my surprise, Ben was first to react – “Look here George. If it felt good it couldn’t be wrong, right? It is between us and will always stay just between three of us, so … and I’m sure that many other boys our age do that kind of stuff.”

“Exactly” I added. “As goofy as Ben is, this time I believe he’s absolutely right. As long as we have a choice to take part or not, no harm done. And you’ll always be our best buddy.”

George looked at me and actual tear rolled down his right cheek. Ben saw it and stood in front of George, stopping him and making all three of us standing on a trail, close to each other in that moment of deep connection.

“Georgie, don’t … hell, I just told you I might be gay and you took it like a champ. No yelling, no cursing, nothing I feared might happen … you were just concerned who will spot some good pair of tits for you …” Ben was serious yet both George and I started to laugh. “Georgie, you’ll always have our friendship, no matter what!”

“Thank you guys, that really means a lot to me … but, can we stop talking about today … I have a headache, and still don’t know what to think of this day …” George said … “maybe my head will be clearer tomorrow … I just need to sleep.