(Last chapter takes up directly from Chap. 3)
I woke early the next morning. Brian was still dead to the world, so I got dressed quickly and headed for breakfast. I was the first one in the cafeteria, for which I was grateful, and I was able to eat a decent meal of bacon, eggs and coffee before the place got busy. Neither Brian nor Amy had shown up by the time I was done.
On my way out I tapped a couple of other counselors to help me get ready for the day's activities, which would include the annual canoe races. I was glad to have something to take my mind off my sex life, which had gotten even more complicated in the last 24 hours. I was now having sex with one woman and two men, and it was beginning to feel like a lot to manage.
After lunch that day I had a brief chance to talk to Brian alone. It turns out he'd been with Claire last night -- in our cabin, actually. He didn't ask where I'd been, and I didn't volunteer anything.
I headed for the lounge a little before 9. Without going in I could tell it was crowded and noisy, despite the lingering heat, so I decided to sit on the porch instead.
I'd been there about five minutes when Amy and Claire walked up. Claire said hi and went on inside, but Amy plopped into a chair next to me.
"Hey you," she said.
"Hey," I said, trying to sound as relaxed as possible.
She gave me a long look. I was trying to decide what to say when she spoke up.
"This isn't really going anywhere, is it?"
"No, I guess not. I'm sorry."
"Don't be," she said. "We had some fun, but I don't think either one of us is in love."
"No," I said, grateful that she was being so matter-of-fact.
"No harm done, then," she said. She stood up, stepped closer for a moment and bent down to give me a peck on the cheek.
"Claire, though, is in love," she said. "I hope Brian isn't just toying with her.''
"No, I think he really likes her," I said. "I mean, he hasn't said much, but I get the feeling."
"Good," she said, smiling. Then she turned to go inside.
As she left I felt a tremendous sense of relief. Things had just gotten significantly less complicated.
Ten minutes passed. I was beginning to wonder where Oliver was when the lounge door opened and he came out. I felt a sudden twinge of excitement.
"There you are," he said casually.
"Hey."
In a low voice he said, "Five minutes," then stepped off the porch and headed for the maintenance building.
Again I had to force myself to let a full five minutes go by. Finally I got up and walked across the dark compound to the stairs that led up to Oliver's apartment. Looking around and seeing no one, I headed up.
Oliver must have heard me; before I could knock the door swung open.
He was wearing a pair of basketball shorts but no shirt.
"Come on in," he said.
The apartment wasn't fancy, but it was definitely more comfortable than the cabin I shared with Brian. There was a largish room in front with a couch, a chair and a coffee table facing a TV. At the other end was a tiny kitchen with a hotplate and a refrigerator, and next to it a door led to what I assumed was a bedroom.
"Make yourself comfortable," Oliver said.
Oliver went to the fridge and got us each a beer. Then he reached into the pocket of his shorts and came out with a small plastic case and a lighter. He opened the case and produced a tiny reefer.
"This shit is killer," he said.
We lit the joint and took three puffs each. He put it out and slipped what was left back into the case.
The high was nearly instantaneous.
"Wow," I said.
"Told ya," he said, chuckling.
We gazed into space for a while, just being stoned. I started thinking about his dick, though, and in two minutes I got hard again.
I looked over at Oliver, and his shorts were tenting, too.
I was ready to get naked then and there, but Oliver seemed to be in no hurry. He looked at me for a long moment, then slid closer to me and leaned in for a kiss. The moment our lips touched Oliver's tongue slipped between them.
I have had some intense makeout sessions in my time, but that one with Oliver might have been the best. He seemed to want to devour me, sucking my lips and exploring every part of my mouth with his tongue. I got very turned on.
Finally he broke the kiss and put his mouth next to my ear.
"Can I suck your cock?"
My dick throbbed.
"Let me think about it a second," I said. "Okay."
He laughed, stood up and walked into the bedroom, stopping only to whisk off his shorts. I got a look at his ass as I followed him, and the sight of his butt muscles working made my cock throb some more.
Oliver flopped into the bed. I stripped and sat next to him. Next thing I knew he had pushed me onto my back and slipped my cock in his mouth.
I can't give you a -- pardon the pun -- blow-by-blow description of what happened in the next few minutes.
I was pretty high, for one thing. But there was something about what Oliver did to me that outclassed anything Brian had done, much less any woman. Lips, tongue, hands -- he brought them all into play in a way that soon had me gasping with pleasure.
It turned out, though, that sucking my dick was just the preliminaries.
After working on my cock for a bit, Oliver moved down and began licking my balls. He started on the front, bathing them in saliva before taking them in my mouth one by one. Then he moved even farther south, licking the bottom of my sack, nudging it upward with his nose, and licking the backside.
Next thing I felt was his tongue on my hole.
I damn near jumped out of my skin. This was a first for me, and the feeling was intensely erotic.
I moaned a little as he circled the opening with the tip of his tongue, and when he inserted it into the tight opening I let out a moan.
"Oh, my God," I said.
Oliver paused long enough to ask, "Never had this done before?"
"No," I said. "I've played with my fingers some but nothing like this."
He went back to work, sometimes flicking in and around the hole with the tip of his tongue, sometimes vigorously fucking me with it, sometimes licking the whole area in long strokes, sometimes a mixture of all three. I could feel myself loosening up; the normally tight muscles around the opening were so slack he had no trouble getting his tongue inside me.
Waves of pleasure radiated outward from my asshole. My legs started to shake and I made little whimpering sounds.
Soon I felt my orgasm beginning to build, though it seemed to be centered in my ass instead of my cock. At that moment, I realized, Oliver wasn't even touching my cock; the ecstasy I felt came wholly from my ass.
Oliver must have sensed I was near the point of no return. He swallowed my cock again, and a split-second later thrust what felt like three fingers straight into my ass. One finger found the hard nut of my prostate, and in the next moment I learned what it is to have an anal orgasm.
It began with the hard contraction of muscles I didn't even know I had -- a series of them, bang, bang, bang, bang, deep inside. Somehow he continued stroking my prostate, and semen just flowed out of me.
How long this went on I have no way of knowing, but it seemed like a very long time indeed.
When the quivering and contractions finally stopped, Oliver let my cock slip from his mouth and gently withdrew his fingers from my hole. Careful as he was, that still made me wince.
He slid up to kiss me. He thrust his tongue into my mouth again, feeding me my own cum, and we made out some more.
Finally he broke the kiss and lay back.
