I have spilled gallons at this site
I lived way out in the sticks when I was in high school back in the early eighties. There was not much to do and going to the mall or movies was kind of an effort, so we found our fun close to home. It was in the woods on a friend's farm that we established our party headquarters, as the eighties was the era of partying, and we had a place for a bonfire, tents and even an old trailer (I'm talking 1930's). I knew then that I was gay but my very conservative surroundings made me cover-up as best I could. That is why what happened one night was such a big surprise.
We often stayed overnight in the tents and since home was only a mile or so away, my parents didn't mind. This one night I found myself in a small tent with Ted on one side, Chet in the middle and me on the other side. I had had a super crush on Ted since seventh grade, and even kinda hit on him once in gym class. He said 'no' but didn't flip out and we were still cool with each other.
Anyway, there we were in the small tent when there was a rustling coming from Chet's sleeping bag. He then took my hand and placed it on his exposed boner, then I soon lead him to mine. Man, was I surprised! He was a good ol' country boy who had teased me in school about being a homo, and now there we were in the tent, next to Ted, gettin' a handful of each other. At one point Ed stirred and said 'What are you guys doin?' but rolled over and went back to sleep. Or maybe he listened and took care of himself, I don't know.
By that time me and Chet finished ourselves off by hand and went to sleep. Though Chet and I did hook up a couple of times in later months, I never discussed it with Ted. I even talked to him earlier this year, after like twenty years, and wanted to bring it up, but thought it best not to. Who knows, maybe he and Chet had something of their own?