Then one day, I thought up a guy, and realized I didn't care too much, and then thought I might actually like that." I didn't tell him he was the guy. "Normally I think about girls giving me head, or something. "It's just." I started to say, but now I was really regretted saying anything at all, but it had been almost a week since I had jerked off, and that must have made me bolder than I normally would have been. Suddenly I was very paranoid - what if he wasn't bi anymore, or it was an attempt for me to confess something? I had no idea why he would have done that, but this was the first time I'd spoken anything like this aloud, mostly because I hadn't thought anything about it before. "Easy," he said, but he still sounded cautious, or suspicious, or something. "Really?" he sounded tired, and not as interested as I had hoped. We stayed up late, and when the conversation hit a lull, I figured I'd better tell him, and see what I could get out of it. The main bedroom was reserved for his sister and her friend, but fortunately they'd kept out of the way for our whole stay, and the acoustics of the house were such that we could stay up and play video games or talk until four in the morning and no one else would be able to hear us. We were staying on two twin beds in the same guest room of the house his family had rented for July. I couldn't tell if he noticed or not - his face betrayed nothing this time - but I wasn't about to stand there staring at the outline of his dick for minutes at a time, so I went back to looking for waves. As he stood up and pulled his long brown hair away from his eyes, I decided to sneak a glance at his crotch, and make sure he saw me. Not long after that, I was headed back into the water as he swam in on a wave. He had told me about his bisexuality, so I wasn't offended, maybe even flattered, but he looked away when he saw that I noticed. Then, four days into the six day trip, I was coming out of the ocean when I thought I saw Thomas staring at my bathing suit, in a spot he shouldn't have been staring. The weather was a little hot for my taste, but we had the water to cool down in, so everything was good. We swam, biked around, and went kayaking. Our first few days at the beach weren't very eventful. Then it hit me - what if Thomas wanted to let me fuck him? If not that, maybe something else? This kept me hard, and I kept thinking on it even after I came. For some reason, that night I needed something plausible. "I'm already eighteen years old," I said to myself, "and I've never even done anything below the waist with a girl." This wasn't right - I'd had girlfriends, shouldn't I have been more experienced? Okay, sure, but when would I get my next girlfriend? This wasn't the most inspiring masturbation session, to say the least.
Not many days before we were due to leave, though, I was jerking off, and I got to thinking.
When he invited me on a vacation to Florida with him for a week the summer before our senior year of high school, I was happy to go along. I guess it made sense when he told me, since he only seemed to express an interest in the girls that everyone was interested in, but I decided to put it in the back of my mind so as to best keep his secret. Thomas had told me he was bisexual several months earlier, and I had barely thought of it since.