From what I could tell at this distance and in this light, their kiss was a passionate one. They had their arms around each other, and their heads were moving, as if they were using their tongues.
I was very curious to know who they were, of course, but couldn’t make either one of them out and didn’t dare trying to get closer.
Just then there was a loud noise somewhere nearby — I think a cabin door banged shut — and the two guys suddenly drew apart. Zipping their pants, they moved off down the trail toward the cabins.
I followed as quietly as I could, but I was unable to get close enough to see who it was. When they reached the cabin area they split up; one guy peeled off and disappeared around a corner, and the other guy headed off in the other direction, toward the camp HQ. As the second guy passed under a light on the corner of one cabin I caught a glimpse of longish blond hair.
I knew who that was: Oliver.
“Well, that’s a surprise,” I thought.
Oliver is what you might call the camp’s seasonal handyman. His boss, the head maintenance guy, is a year-round employee who lives in town, but Oliver works only during the summer, and lives in a small apartment above the maintenance building.
He’s a little older than the counselors — I’m guessing 25 — and by his own choice hangs out with them only if specifically invited. But he is well-liked by both campers and counselors, and is especially popular among the women because, as Amy puts it he is both “smokin’ hot” and a genuinely nice guy.
I always liked Oliver, too, and could understand why girls think he is so attractive. He has piercing blue eyes, perfect teeth and pale blond hair that always looks like he just toweled it dry. He’s a little shorter than me but has a more solid, muscular build. He wouldn’t look out of place on the Norwegian wrestling team.
I said I was surprised at first to see him kissing a guy, but on second thought, why should I be?
Pretty much everyone here knows me as a straight guy, and that I have a thing going with Amy, yet I’m trading handjobs with a guy on the side. Why should I be the only one crossing the lines?
As I made my way back to my cabin I pondered who the other guy was with Oliver, and what exactly the two of them had been up to. That they were or had been playing with each other’s cocks, as well as kissing, seemed likely, and I had to wonder whether they’d had other encounters as well.
My dick was totally hard.
When I walked in our door, Brian was in the shower, so I called out to let him know I was back.
“Hey,” he said. “Be right out.”
But I couldn’t wait. I stripped off my clothes, stepped into the bathroom and opened the shower door.
“Make room,” I said. “I’m coming in.”
He looked up at me in surprise, then down at my raging cock. He smiled, and stepped back enough for me to get in next to him.
It was a tight fit, but I made it work by pressing against him, my stiff dick between us.
His cock, which had been soft when I walked in, was getting hard fast, and I felt it pressing against my balls from below. I leaned back enough to reach down, take him by the shaft and point him upward, then let my hand drop. Our cocks were now rubbing against each other, with just enough soap on them to make them slide easily.
Then I did something I thought I’d never do: I put my hands on either side of Brian’s face, pulled him close and kissed him.
If he was surprised by this, he didn’t show it. He kissed me back eagerly, and soon we were seriously making out.
Meanwhile we ground our cocks against each other. If we’d kept it up I’m sure we both would have come soon, but I had another idea.
I let my right hand slide down Brian’s back to the cleft in his buttocks, then ran a finger downward between his cheeks until I could press it against his hole. He moved one leg to the side so I’d have more room to work, and when he did I slipped the tip of my finger inside him.
Brian broke the kiss long enough to make a high-pitched moaning sound in my ear. I pressed the finger further, and he gasped with pleasure.
“Do you like it when I play with your ass?” I whispered.
“God, yes,” he said. “Deeper.”
I thrust the finger in as far as I could, which wasn’t far, given the awkward angle I was coming from.
“This would be easier in bed,” I said, withdrawing the finger.
Brian let go of me and reached up to the shower head, angling it so that both of us could rinse off quickly. Then he stepped out of the shower and grabbed his towel. When he was done with it he handed it to me and left the bathroom.
When I came out, partly dry and my hair still dripping, Brian was lying on his bed with his legs apart and his knees in the air, playing with his very hard cock. I had a clear view of — and clear access to — the wrinkled pink star of his butthole.
I got a bottle of lotion out of my nightstand drawer and knelt between his legs. I spread some lotion on my fingers and then smeared some around the hole, which made him catch his breath again. When he was reasonably well lubricated I slipped my middle finger in as far as the first knuckle.
He gasped with pleasure.
I worked my finger in a little further. He was very tight, so I paused long enough for him to adjust. I marveled at the heat I was feeling.
Somewhere I’d heard that the prostate gland is very sensitive to touch, but I had only a vague idea where it was. I probed with the tip of my finger until I touched something firm, which made Brian gasp again. I started stroking it with a finger, and he actually whimpered.
He was jacking himself now, trying to match his hand movements to the rhythm of the finger-fucking I was giving him. But the sight of his swollen cock was so tempting that I knocked his hand aside, leaned down and — surprising myself as much as him — gave it a long slow lick from the base to the head.
“Oh, God, yes,” he said.
I licked him again the same way, and again he called on God.
I paused the finger-fucking long enough to shift my knees so that I could get a better angle. I licked his ball sack several times, nudging the big orbs around with my tongue, then resumed licking his cock.
Brian was writhing on the bed.
I moved my tongue upward and began licking that super-sensitive place where the shaft meets the head. It tasted of precum, which I found to be a big turn-on for me.
I had just about made up my mind to put his cock in my mouth when Brian suddenly stiffened.
He let out a groan, and an enormous wad of cum surged from the tip of his cock and landed on his stomach. I quickly slipped the head of his cock between my lips, and as soon as I did another wad of cum shot onto my tongue. Instinctively I swallowed it, as I did the four or five other squirts that followed.
When Brian was finally still I let his cock slip from my mouth and gently extracted my finger from his ass. He made whimpering sounds for a moment and then lay still.
I sat there, surprised by what I’d just done. I’d put my mouth on a guy’s cock, crossing almost without thought a line I’d never seriously considered crossing before.
I got up and moved across the narrow aisle to my own bed. I lay down, with the intention of jacking my own painfully hard cock, when Brian suddenly stirred. In two seconds he had crossed to my bed and kneeled between my legs, and in two seconds more my cock was in his mouth.