We thought we were concealed in the darkness, but as she passed where we were hidden, she turned towards us and yelled, “Fucking Faggots — go see HIM — he likes to fuck people up the ass!!”
“Oh, shit — we were busted”….. I wasn’t sure what the penalty for “watching” was — I had no idea if Kenny would mind or not, but I had a pretty good idea that Jean-anne, who was a bit of a bitch, in general, would probably have a shit fit about the whole thing…
We walked over to the toilets, and back — the whole thing probably took about 20 minutes, and then came back, being extra quiet as we neared the campsite once again… The fire was blazing brighter, and we could see easier… so we stayed back, still on the lake path, as we watched what was happening now. Getting dressed, we made our way back to camp. Still, on Kenny, he looked beautiful, all tan, smooth-chested, and having a 6 pak, even in those days. —No, it felt fucking great — OK, maybe I was gay — did this
