When I opened my eyes the next morning, the rain had stopped and the sun was warming the walls of our tent. Matt was still asleep, so I dressed carefully and slipped outside as quietly as I could. 

Mom and Dad were up but Kelly and my little sister were still in bed. Dad poured me a cup of coffee and I sat down at the picnic table. Mom said we’d have breakfast later, when everyone was up, and gave me a donut to tide me over.

When I finished that I poured another cup of coffee and went for a walk. I found myself heading toward Shana’s campsite, but when I got there it was empty. They must have gotten a really early start. 

I was wandering along the gravel road, kicking a pine cone and thinking of nothing in particular, when I heard a car door open. Looking up, I saw a guy getting something out of his car, which was parked in front of a campsite where several kids were running around.

The guy looked up, and our eyes met. He looked vaguely familiar, though I couldn’t place him. He smiled and waved, so I waved back. 

Just as I turned away I remembered where I had seen him - he was the guy who looked me over as I was walking out of the shower the day before. Automatically I turned back. He was still looking at me. 

He glanced over his shoulder, then pointed at his wrist and held up four fingers. I stared at him for a second, puzzled, then turned and walked off.

What was all that about? What did he mean with the four fingers?

Oh, I get it: 4 o’clock. But what…

Oh. Meet him at 4 o’clock. But where? 

He could only mean the showers.

I felt a sudden stab of uneasiness. Having another man come on to me was a new and unsettling occurrence. True, Matt had done it, and I had responded, but he was someone I knew, not a complete stranger. 

My initial discomfort soon gave way, however, to other feelings: curiosity first, then excitement. There was something gratifying about having someone admire you, even if it was a man, and something thrilling about the prospect of acting on it.

Not that I didn’t have second thoughts. The guy seemed to be a family man, for one thing. And what kind of reckless lunatic would meet someone for sex in a shower stall? 

Of course, he could be intending merely to talk, and since the only place we had in common was the bathhouse, it made sense to signal that as a meeting place - if, in fact, I hadn’t misread him entirely.

These thoughts were still roiling my mind when I got back to camp. Nobody seemed to be in a hurry to go anywhere or do anything - which for some people is the perfect state for camping - so I plopped into a chair with a book.

Eventually, we began to stir. My dad rigged a hammock between two trees and climbed in to have a snooze. Mom went for a walk. I ended up playing cards and board games with Matt and my sisters at the picnic table. For a while, I managed to forget Shower Guy.

About mid-afternoon, when everyone left for the lake, I decided to stay in camp and read. I climbed into the hammock with my book, but I spent more time thinking about sex, actual or imagined, than actually reading. I dozed off.

When I woke up I looked at my phone. It was nearly 4. I had to decide: Would I go through with it or not? 

Looking back on it now, I don’t suppose there was ever much chance I wouldn’t go. I was too curious, too sexually charged after what had happened the last two nights, not to go. I felt like a bit of a whore, but there you go.

When I got to the bathhouse it was a few minutes after the hour. The guy was sitting on a bench near the door, facing away from me, a towel draped around his neck. I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, walked over and sat down without looking at him

“Hi,” he said. 

I looked over at him. He was a nice-looking guy, not handsome exactly but pleasing in a guy-next-door way. He had blond hair, green eyes and two-day stubble. 

“I wasn’t sure you would come,” he said. 

“I’m not sure I should have,” I said. 

“I wouldn’t blame you for feeling weirded out,” he said. “In your place, I would, too. Can I explain?”

“Go ahead.”

He took a deep breath.

“I’m married, as you probably figured out. Three kids. I love my wife and family and would never do anything to mess that up.

“It’s not like I have a secret life, having sex with men all the time. I messed around with a friend in high school a few times, and my college roommate and I played around for a while. But I always had girlfriends, too, and I got married right out of college. My wife and I have a great sex life. But I’m definitely bi - though I haven’t acted on the guy side in a while.”

I looked at him but didn’t say anything. 

“When I saw you in the shower yesterday, then saw your friend, both of you sporting wood, I figured something was up.”

I felt my face redden. 

“It brought back some old memories, and I felt some old urges. I might have been able to get past that if you hadn’t walked by our campsite this morning.”

He looked away, embarrassed.

“So are you totally creeped out?” he asked, still staring into the trees.

“Not totally, no. Some.”

He still couldn’t meet my eye.

“So what do you want to do?” I heard myself asking.

He looked up, glanced around to see that no one was nearby, and said quietly, “Can I suck your dick?”

The directness of the question took me by surprise, and for a second I couldn’t answer.

“Where? Here?”

“There’s nobody around,” he said, which was true. Considering it was a three-day weekend, the campground was far from crowded. “Besides, it was a good enough place for you and your friend yesterday.’’

“Actually, it wasn’t,” I said. “You caught us.”

“My good luck,” he said. He got up and walked into the bathhouse. 

I sat there for half a minute. My dick was already getting hard. I picked up my towel - which I had brought from camp without thinking - and followed him in.

When I got inside he had already undressed. He had a great body; you could tell he exercised regularly. His chest and stomach were much hairier than mine or Matt’s, his muscles more pronounced. His dick - already very erect - was not that long, but it was very thick, and he had big balls that hung low in a very loose sack. I found myself wondering what it would be like to fondle them.

He stood there watching me while I got undressed. Soon we were standing about six feet apart, our dicks pointing straight at each other. 

“You look great,” he said.

“So do you,” I said.

He turned and walked into the showers. I heard the water come on.

Taking another deep breath, I followed him in.

He had picked a stall equipped with a small wooden bench, which I had not noticed the day before. He was still standing, adjusting the water temperature, when I walked in. I came up close behind him, bumping his naked butt cheeks with my stiff dick. 

He turned and sat on the bench, his cock pointing straight up from his lap. His balls in their loose sack rested on the bench between his legs. I could not stop staring at them.

I stepped closer, letting the warm water run down the front of my body. He looked at me for a long moment, taking in the sight, then reached up with one hand and wrapped it around my cock.

He stroked it slowly for a minute, then reached up with my other hand and began caressing my balls. He had expert hands, and I thought if he didn’t stop soon I might shoot right there and then.

At that moment he dropped his hands, bent forward and slid my whole cock into his mouth.

I drew a sharp breath. The pleasure was so intense my knees started to buckle. I raised my arms, braced them against the walls of the shower and let him go to work.

And go to work he did. He moved more quickly than Matt had the night before. Maybe he was afraid to prolong this more than absolutely necessary, maybe he just liked to work fast. 

Once he had a rhythm going, he looked up and locked eyes with me. I got the idea that for him this wasn’t just a blow job, it was a personal connection. He wanted me to know that this was for me as much as it was for him.

I watched my cock sliding in and out of his mouth. I felt his tongue massaging the underside of it, lingering sometimes on the sensitive spot under the head. I felt him tugging on my balls. Then, as I was getting close, I felt his finger probing at the entrance to my hole.

I spread my legs, giving him more room. He had soaped up one hand, and he used the suds as lube. I felt a finger sliding in, and tried to relax the tight muscle to make it easier. I felt a second finger pushing in next to it, and gasped as he slowly pressed it in. There was discomfort, but by breathing deeply I managed to relax a little more.

I felt the fingers curl forward as he buried his nose in my pubes. Suddenly he touched something deep inside me, something I hadn’t even known was there, and it was as if he had pulled a trigger. 

I went off with a bang, my knees bending, my legs shaking. He wrapped his free arm around my waist to hold me steady, while somehow keeping his lips firmly clamped to the base of my cock. With the two fingers inside me, he massaged that inner spot, milking every drop of my seed.

Not once had he stopped looking at me.

When I was utterly spent he pulled the fingers out of my ass and sat back. As I stood over him, trying to catch my breath, he began rapidly pumping his cock. His mouth fell open, his eyes rolled back in his head, and with a groan, he came.

The first shot arced two feet in the air and landed on my stomach. The second and third landed on my thighs, and the fourth on my feet, but he still wasn’t done; several more small shots followed, coating his hand with semen. It seemed he would never stop.

But finally, he did. He lay back against the shower wall, eyes closed, panting like a dog. 

“Boy, I needed that,” he said.

I stood under the shower again, rinsing his cum away. He stood and rinsed, then drew me in for a passionate kiss.

We left the stall and went into the changing room to dry off. I marveled that no one had come in during the whole episode.

I dressed slowly. He watched the whole time.

“You really are hot,” he said. 

I blushed.

As we were leaving he said, “What’s your name?”

I told him.

“Stan,” he said, holding out his hand. In it was a card.

“That’s my business card. I’m trusting you to be discreet with it. If you ever want to see me again, or even just talk, text me on the cell. No one sees it but me.”

I looked at the card. The address was in the same town where I’d be going to college. 

I must have looked doubtful, because he said, “I realize I came on pretty strong today. I’m not always like that, I promise. It’s just that… it had been so long and… well, you looked so…”

“It’s okay,” I said, managing a slight smile. “I don’t seem to be seriously injured.”

He looked uncertain about how he should take that. I could tell he was having second thoughts.

“Look,” I said. “Maybe it’s my turn to explain.

“Yesterday, when you saw me here, was only the second time I had ever done anything with a guy. And that guy is my sister’s boyfriend. And yesterday I met a girl who gave me the best night of sex I’ve ever had. So I’ve got a lot to process here.”

He smiled knowingly. 

“I guess you do,” he said.

He looked at me a minute. 

“I really am a nice guy,” he said. “I don’t want to mess with your head. But once you clear your mind, if you’d like to see me again…well, you have the card.”

He held out his hand. I shook it.

“Bye,” he said, and walked off without looking back.

As I walked back to camp I spotted a trash can. I stopped, intending to throw the card away, but after a brief internal debate slipped it into my pocket.

When I got back to our site the car was parked nearby and I heard noises inside the small tent. I was about to call out when the flap opened and Kelly crawled out. When she saw me she blushed deeply. 

“Your T-shirt’s on backwards,” I said. “And you should probably comb your hair.”

The canvas flapped again and Matt came out.

“Oh, hi,” he said, flashing a big smile.

I looked at the two of them. It could not have been more obvious what they’d been up to.

“Stop smirking,” Kelly said. “You’re not the only one allowed to get laid.”

“I thought you guys were at the beach.”

“Your mom and dad sent us up here to get stuff for dinner,” Matt said.

“And you decided to have some hors d’oeuvres?”

Kelly shot me a look, but Matt snickered.

“And where were you?” Kelly asked.

“Getting a shower,” I said. 

She said nothing, and crawled back into the tent to fix her shirt.

Matt and I started packing the stuff for dinner. We got into the car and headed down to the lake.

That night was our last in camp. We all lingered late by the fire, and it wasn’t until 11 or so that Matt and I crawled into bed. We talked quietly in the darkness.

“What a great weekend,” he said. 

“I’ll say,” I said, contentedly.

He laughed. 

“Do you wanna....”

“Not tonight,” I said. “I’m spent.”

“Oh?”

So I told him the story about my shower with Stan. 

“Wow, you’ve had a busy three days,” he said.

“I guess I have,” I said. 

He was quiet for a moment. 

“I know I said earlier that this weekend was it for you and me. But maybe it shouldn’t be.”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I mean, I’m glad this happened, but I don’t like to keep sneaking around behind Kelly’s back. Is that what you want?” 

“Put it that way, no,” he said. “I meant it when I said I love her. But maybe there’s a way…”

He didn’t finish the sentence, and I was left to speculate what, if anything, he had in mind.