Once again her ranger fan locked the gate behind Suzanne’s vehicle, this time for two days in a row. Suzanne told the ranger about the progress of h...r upcoming book with Wendy. She took down his address to send him an advance copy, once the new publication was ready for printing. Amy and Paul left their clothes in the minivan and walked down the trail holding hands, with Suzanne’s cameras clicking behind them. Suzanne spent the next two days taking roll after roll of film of Paul and Amy. The silky crotch of my bikinisuddenly grew moist. I had never felt anything like that before. I knewI had not peed in my bikini, but I still felt wet, ashamed andvulnerable. I closed my eyes in fear and shame. It was as if my littlemacaroni noodle had suddenly oozed out a tiny half teaspoon of slippery,warm dish soap into the crotch of my bikini bottoms.She bent her head to kiss me again. I felt as her warm tongue and hersoft lips as she tasted my mouth and my lipstick. I had the crazy. My cock began to harden. I put my hand on his shoulder and tried to guide him down towards my cock. He sat up and gave me a light kiss. He screwed up his face.“A bit smelly.” “Shower first.”I couldn’t take my eyes off his ass as he walked to the ensuite bathroom. I wanted to fuck him, and my cock throbbed at the thought. I’d never been in his bathroom. It had a large shower at one end. A WC in the middle and the wall with the window was taken up by the basin with a large mirror above. . So now there was this 'thing.' Me, Mr. Ultraconservative. In my upbringing, gay was bad, very bad. They got beat up and worse all the time. And then there was those crazy feelings I had constantly thinking about feeling a hard cock explode in my mouth. It's like God hated me or something. Anyway, fast forward. I held out doing anything for a couple years. I even stopped camping with Bruce due to homophobia. I was still having the same thoughts, just not acting on them. I finally gave in to an.