Sharing a tent with your bro on a road trip is bound to be a good, hard, fun time
My frat bros and I decided to delay adulthood by one more month after graduation and take a great American road trip. We all love to camp and don’t mind bargain motels, so it was set to be fun and cheap. I didn’t think Jason’s insatiable nature would be an issue. He’s the kind of guy that needs it all the time and has an ever-growing list of female friends who love to spend the night. He’s also six feet of solid ex-jock muscle with a hairy chest, incredibly handsome face, and the kind of voice that can melt steel.
Early in the trip, we arrived too late at our motel, and they only had one room available. Doug and Mark shared a bed, and I shared one with Jason. It wasn’t a big deal until I woke up to the bed slightly shaking. I was already in the mood from the dream I was having, but knowing what Jason was doing next to me took it to a whole other level. I pictured him next to me alone – and then us together. Even if it did go against my cardinal rule to never be into my friends that way, I couldn’t help but join in. He didn’t seem to mind.
Now I’m worried about the rest of the trip. Not only will I be driving clear across the country with Jason and our two other best friends, but we’re supposed to share a tent. The one we got is so small we might as well be cuddling. My private plans for this trip are already difficult. I don’t see how I can manage them while keeping down a different kind of tent every time I sleep next to Jason. I hope it doesn’t make the trip, or myself, harder than it has to be.
Sharing a tent with your bro on a road trip is bound to be a good, hard, fun time
My frat bros and I decided to delay adulthood by one more month after graduation and take a great American road trip. We all love to camp and don’t mind bargain motels, so it was set to be fun and cheap. I didn’t think Jason’s insatiable nature would be an issue. He’s the kind of guy that needs it all the time and has an ever-growing list of female friends who love to spend the night. He’s also six feet of solid ex-jock muscle with a hairy chest, incredibly handsome face, and the kind of voice that can melt steel.
Early in the trip, we arrived too late at our motel, and they only had one room available. Doug and Mark shared a bed, and I shared one with Jason. It wasn’t a big deal until I woke up to the bed slightly shaking. I was already in the mood from the dream I was having, but knowing what Jason was doing next to me took it to a whole other level. I pictured him next to me alone – and then us together. Even if it did go against my cardinal rule to never be into my friends that way, I couldn’t help but join in. He didn’t seem to mind.
Now I’m worried about the rest of the trip. Not only will I be driving clear across the country with Jason and our two other best friends, but we’re supposed to share a tent. The one we got is so small we might as well be cuddling. My private plans for this trip are already difficult. I don’t see how I can manage them while keeping down a different kind of tent every time I sleep next to Jason. I hope it doesn’t make the trip, or myself, harder than it has to be.