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.
