Queer bent bastard

I noticed one thing about Kyle: when he was in the water, he was much more confident. I could see it in his eyes. Not only did he have more confidence, but also you could see a sense of freedom. He wasn’t laughing, splashing, daring or taunting like the rest of us, but he was definitely more at ease. He even smiled a few times. As soon as we were out of the water, the shyness took over again. This time, as everyone scrambled for a lounge chair, Kyle and I found ourselves sitting side by side. I had my original chair, but Kyle was left with the one Kent had been sitting in. Kent and Sandy made sure everyone had a drink and we all leaned back and relaxed.

“So Chad, you and Kyle have all the same classes, right?” Kent asked.

“Yeah, actually we do,” I answered.

“Then you and Chad must already know each other pretty well.” he said to Kyle.

“Not really,” Kyle responded quietly.

It was then that Jamie called out, “Truth or dare.”

“No way,” Kyle and I said almost simultaneously, getting a laugh from everyone.