Five Studs Wild

Rex Longacre and Freddie Garner are recent high school graduates of the same school where they know one another only in passing. That all changes when Freddie is hired on at the Longacre Ranch, and the two young men discover they fit together hand in glove. To celebrate their graduation, Walt Stromberg, the young sensational-looking foreman for whom Rex has an intense crush, invites Rex, Freddie and two of their friends on a camping trip that turns into an unbridled night of sensual celebration and self-discovery.

Excerpt from Five Studs Wild:

I trudged over fallen trees, sharp rocks and muddy pools of water to get back to our campsite, fretting over whether I'd crossed the line with my best friend, perhaps losing him forever.
When I reached him, he was sitting on a blanket, sulking, with a towel wrapped around his shoulders. He took a long draw on his bottle of beer. "What do you want?" he asked sharply, thunderously clapping his rugged hands together to squash a mosquito. After an uncomfortable silence, he lifted his head to glare at me. "Hadn't you better get back to your precious Waltie? Dylan and Luke might steal him away."
"I'm sorry, Freddie. I . . . I was being a jealous jerk. What can I do to make it up to you? Anything you want, just name it."
"I don't know . . . my feelings are pretty hurt." His lower lip protruded in an exaggerated pout.
An intense feeling of relief flooded over me as I realized he was faking. Freddie extended his hands, and I pulled him to his feet. "C'mon," he said, smiling, "let's stop by our tents, get some flashlights and another blanket."
We followed a trail leading into the woods. I foolishly lifted the beam of light from the treacherous ground before me and aimed it at the taut, toned backside of my longtime buddy, precariously tripping over rocks and the roots of trees that ran atop the ground. His body was a marvel to behold. It moved in its own distinctive style—a graceful, yet powerful masculinity. I loved his skin; bronzed from working in the sun, it matched his chestnut-brown eyes and dark hair. Freddie was shorter than me, but he was framed well with around a hundred and seventy pounds of toned muscle, the end result of hard physical labor. We hadn't traveled that far as was evident from the rowdy laughter and horseplay echoing from the campsite. It sounded as if they were out of the water and settled around the campfire, probably drying off, swigging down beer and swapping ghost stories. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I couldn't help wondering if Walt, Dylan and Luke were already at it; Freddie had played well to my paranoia, but I had no right to feel cross with him. I was just overjoyed that he wasn't really mad at me. As much as I wanted Walt, I wasn't going to risk years of friendship with my best friend, not to mention our magnificent sex, over petty jealousy.