This is a true story about how I was turned gay at church camp. The names have been changed to protect the privacy of those within the story.

Before I get started, I should give you a bit of background info. When the story took place, I was 18, and had grown up in a small town with little to do. I had just graduated high school that previous May, and I was determined to enjoy my last summer off before venturing into the real world. I spent a vast majority of my time with my best friend, Michael..

Michael had introduced me to his church about a year before graduation, and I had attended regularly with him ever since. The time had finally approached when our youth group would all attend church camp, something I had never done up until this point. There were eleven of us in the youth group (five guys and six girls), plus our youth pastor. One of those guys was Tanner Wilson..

I had gone to school with Tanner ever since he had moved to my small town my freshmen year of high school. He was a junior, making him about two years older than me. He was always very popular, constantly getting attention (especially from the girls). He spent a LOT of time working out, and would even enter bodybuilding competitions. His body was honestly that of a god; large, perfectly toned pecks, exceptionally defined abs, and large, voluptuous muscles. This isn't where his good looks ended, either. He was tall, a bit over six feet, had a nice, dark tan that seemed to last year round, and had the most beautiful dirty blonde hair that you've ever imagined.

The ride to church camp was a long one. We spent a couple of hours packed into the church van, doing anything we could to entertain ourselves. At some point, me and my friend Michael began pestering Tanner out of boredom. We would do silly things like throw balls of paper at him or tickle the back of his ear as we giggled like small children. He soon became seemingly annoyed, and moved back to our seat. He wrapped his arms around both of our shoulders, and put us each in a headlock, squeezing our faces into his large, gorgeous muscles, all in good fun of course. As he let go, his arm hesitated to pull back as it lay across my shoulder, and time seemed to stand still for a second as he gazed into my eyes with the cutest little grin. This is where things began..

Up until this point I had been completely and unquestionably straight. Any time that I had so much as pondered the fact of doing something sexually with a man, it had totally repulsed me. Tanner was different. In that moment on the church bus, something inside of me snapped. I didn't realize it immediately, but I was slowly falling for him.

There were two large cabins at the camp, one for boys and one for girls. Each cabin housed a couple of hundred teens. We were each assigned a bunk bed, and as luck would have it, I ended up with a bed right across from Tanner. The week seemed to fly by. Nothing too exciting happened, but the camp administrators kept everyone busy with all of the activities that they had prepared for us. I continued subconsciously flirting with Tanner throughout the week whenever I got the chance, but nothing more ever happened; until the last day of camp..

Everyone had just returned from a long day of camp activities, and people were running rampant throughout the cabin. People were taking turns using the showers, and soon enough it was our groups turn. I took my shower, got dressed and returned to my bunk. Everyone else in our group was still in the showers, with the exception of Tanner, who was standing beside his bunk wrapped in a towel, fresh out of the shower. I first paid him no attention, and I sat on my bed with my back to him as I began packing my dirty clothes into my suitcase. The hundred or so others in the cabin were still buzzing about, all preoccupied with their own matters. Suddenly, I heard a sharp whispering of my name from behind me. I slowly turned my head, but had never expected what would lie before me..

Tanner was sitting on his bed, towel unfolded, stark naked. His pecks glistened with beads of water left over from his shower as they slowly rolled down past his abs towards his perfectly crafted manhood. His shaved, erect cock stood tall, and he slowly stroked it a few times before dropping his hands to his sides. I gazed at his body in amazement, completely star struck. No one around us noticed as we stared deeply into one another's eyes, looking into each other's soul, Tanner's body completely exposed. A million thoughts crossed my mind at once, and they all led to one conclusion: I wanted his cock. I needed his cock. In that moment, I would have given absolutely everything within my power to hold him in my arms. I was in love.

Our moment of infatuation with one another was quickly cut short. Tanner quickly and suddenly broke his gaze and covered himself, as he began acting as if he were busy getting ready. I turned back around and realized that our youth pastor had just came out of the bathroom across the cabin, and was beginning to approach our bunk. Considering that was our last day of camp, I never got another chance to be alone with Tanner, but to this day he holds a special place in my heart. He revealed to me how much I really love cock, and for that I owe him the world.