It was 16 weeks of intense training.
We volunteered for this.
Our means to escape.
The mess we had made of things.
Bunkmates, your name for us.
You were the top.
I was the bottom.
Something you liked to joke about.
Four weeks of confessions.
Answers given to questions asked.
We were thinking bestfriends.
Then you suggested gay stuff.
It took four more weeks of flirting.
With the idea, and each other.
We talk about the possibilities.
Where the hell we could do it at.
It was three am both our watches beep.
You climbed down from above.
Tugging my arm to get me up.
Then flashing me your junk.
We sneak off to the showers.
In underwear and towels.
Go inside a closet.
Just to come out to each other.
As two the two gay guys we are.
Making out was awesome.
It's like we fell in love.
Just in time to get busted.
Confessions - Story Time Blog
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