The Weekend with Oliver
“Anybody sitting here?”
I shook my head, and Oliver dropped his tray across from me. A bowl of oatmeal, two slices of whole wheat toast, scrambled eggs, some strawberries, and a pint of milk.
“The boys must be running you ragged,” I remarked. “You’re working in lacrosse camp, right? I’m in soccer.”
He just nodded before starting to shovel the food in. I didn’t really know him, even though we were staying in the same residence hall. The summer athletic camps that the college ran kept the staff hopping during their sessions, leaving little time for socializing. The money was good enough that I didn’t really care, even if playing 24/7 shepherd to a posse of junior high school soccer players wasn’t my dream job.
“By the way, I’m Ethan.”
“Yeah, Kyle told me,” he replied. “I’m Oliver.”
I wondered what else Kyle had said. He and I had been roommates freshman year, which was a total stroke of good luck for me. He was a quality guy in every way, not least because he was totally cool about sharing with a gay dude. While there was no doubt that he was 100 percent, completely straight, and quite the ladies’ man, he was actually pretty curious about what two guys did together. At the time, I didn’t have so much experience, but that didn’t stop me from trying to impress him with my vast knowledge.
Of course, the real question I had that morning was why Oliver had asked Kyle about me in the first place. I vowed to quiz my bud about it when he got back from the wilderness camp he was leading that weekend. A few other questions came to mind, too. I had immediately picked Oliver out of the crowd at the residence hall when the camps started a few weeks before. Tall, well-built, and handsome, he moved with the relaxed confidence that comes from comfort in your own skin. Plus he had great forearms, which always make me a little weak-kneed. Just a dusting of fine brown hair shadowed the strong muscles that were testament to his athletic prowess.
We made idle chit-chat about how our first camp sessions had gone, and then he asked what I planned to do on the three-day intersession break that had just begun.
“You have a car, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yeah, as long as it starts.”
“Any interest in spending a night or two up at a cottage? My grandparents have a little place on a lake, and we could be there in less than two hours. It’s just about my favorite place to swim.”
I really wasn’t expecting that, but neither did I have to think too hard about the question. Plans were in place by the end of breakfast, and a couple of hours later supplies were assembled and we were nosing my ancient Honda onto the state highway. The drive went by as fast as my jalopy could make it, but it still gave us some time to compare stories and fill in the essentials. We would each be starting our junior years in the fall, i.e., the time to get serious.
“I finally decided on molecular bio,” he said. “Even though the parents were hoping for a lawyer. Now I’m gonna have to find a boyfriend they’ll like. How about you?”
I wasn’t sure I had heard correctly. “My major?”
Oliver grinned. “OK, sure, what’s your major?”
"Econ I guess. And I'm still working on the boyfriend, too."
"Cool."
After that exchange, we pulled up to the cabin in silence, grabbed our duffels and bags of food and beer, and climbed the worn wooden steps up onto the porch. Oliver fished a key out of his shorts, opened the door, and motioned me to follow him in.
The main room was furnished comfortably with an early twentieth-century L.L. Bean vibe. Clearly it had seen a lot of use over the years, but it was fairly clean and orderly. On one side was a small kitchen area, which looked to be adequate for our needs, and through a door I spied a white tiled bathroom that featured a big claw footed tub.
"It's stuffy in here," Oliver remarked as he skinned off his T-shirt, revealing his tanned torso. His chest was smooth save for a patch of brown hair between his pecs and sparse tufts around his large nipples. He walked over to a window and opened it. I did the same on the opposite side of the room, hoping for a cooling cross-draft. I also shed my T-shirt, exposing the dusting of red fur that covered my pecs, which contrasted with my smooth abs.
We unpacked the groceries and put a few things into the refrigerator.
"Let's go check out the lake," Oliver proposed.
I let him lead the way down the path through the woods, enabling me to study him from behind. Broad shoulders, nice butt, sturdy legs. Basically the stuff of gay jock wet dreams.
He turned around and flashed me a smile.
"You're gonna love this!"
Coming out of the trees, I couldn't dispute his statement. The tiny lake was like a jewel tucked into the woods, shielded from prying eyes. A few ducks lazily swam in the crystal clear water, but nothing else stirred. I followed Oliver down to the small sandy beach.
"It looks like we have the place to ourselves," I remarked.
"Mmm hmm," he answered, kicking off his sandals. "You wanna go in?"
He shed his shorts and underwear and strolled down to the water's edge, where he tested the temperature with his toes.
"Just a little cold!"
In a way, I was grateful for the cool water, because it calmed the erection that I began to develop when I had the opportunity to take in Oliver's complete nakedness.
We swam out about 10 yards from the shore, where we noodled around for a bit, horsing around and enjoying the feeling of the water on our naked bodies.
"Like it?" he asked as we treaded water. "Come on, let me show you something."
Swimming lazily, we made our way down to where a large rock outcropping jutted out into the lake, forming a tiny peninsula. The afternoon sun bathed a sheltered flat stone, offering a choice spot to warm up and rest.
Completely unselfconsciously, Oliver stretched out his lean frame, laced his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes.
"I just love this spot," he said.
"Me too," I answered. Especially with him there, I thought.
He tugged absently at the trail of dark hair that led from his navel to the neat triangle that sprouted above his uncut cock, which lay heavily across the pale skin that was ordinarily hidden from view.
"I'm glad you could come up. Kyle told me I should ask you."
"He's a good guy."
"For a straight dude," Oliver remarked wryly, making me laugh. "The two of you never messed around, did you?"
"Nah," I answered. "He's definitely in the 'straight but not narrow' camp."
Oliver reached over and laid his hand on my thigh.
"Maybe we can mess around a bit."
"Is that why you sat down next to me this morning?"
"Maybe."
I rolled onto my side to face him, not trying to hide my growing erection. It would have been futile anyway. Leaning in, I pressed my lips against his and began to probe his mouth with my tongue. He was really an excellent kisser, and as the weekend unfolded, I would learn that he was really an excellent lover in just about every dimension.
“Anybody sitting here?”
I shook my head, and Oliver dropped his tray across from me. A bowl of oatmeal, two slices of whole wheat toast, scrambled eggs, some strawberries, and a pint of milk.
“The boys must be running you ragged,” I remarked. “You’re working in lacrosse camp, right? I’m in soccer.”
He just nodded before starting to shovel the food in. I didn’t really know him, even though we were staying in the same residence hall. The summer athletic camps that the college ran kept the staff hopping during their sessions, leaving little time for socializing. The money was good enough that I didn’t really care, even if playing 24/7 shepherd to a posse of junior high school soccer players wasn’t my dream job.
“By the way, I’m Ethan.”
“Yeah, Kyle told me,” he replied. “I’m Oliver.”
I wondered what else Kyle had said. He and I had been roommates freshman year, which was a total stroke of good luck for me. He was a quality guy in every way, not least because he was totally cool about sharing with a gay dude. While there was no doubt that he was 100 percent, completely straight, and quite the ladies’ man, he was actually pretty curious about what two guys did together. At the time, I didn’t have so much experience, but that didn’t stop me from trying to impress him with my vast knowledge.
Of course, the real question I had that morning was why Oliver had asked Kyle about me in the first place. I vowed to quiz my bud about it when he got back from the wilderness camp he was leading that weekend. A few other questions came to mind, too. I had immediately picked Oliver out of the crowd at the residence hall when the camps started a few weeks before. Tall, well-built, and handsome, he moved with the relaxed confidence that comes from comfort in your own skin. Plus he had great forearms, which always make me a little weak-kneed. Just a dusting of fine brown hair shadowed the strong muscles that were testament to his athletic prowess.
We made idle chit-chat about how our first camp sessions had gone, and then he asked what I planned to do on the three-day intersession break that had just begun.
“You have a car, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yeah, as long as it starts.”
“Any interest in spending a night or two up at a cottage? My grandparents have a little place on a lake, and we could be there in less than two hours. It’s just about my favorite place to swim.”
I really wasn’t expecting that, but neither did I have to think too hard about the question. Plans were in place by the end of breakfast, and a couple of hours later supplies were assembled and we were nosing my ancient Honda onto the state highway. The drive went by as fast as my jalopy could make it, but it still gave us some time to compare stories and fill in the essentials. We would each be starting our junior years in the fall, i.e., the time to get serious.
“I finally decided on molecular bio,” he said. “Even though the parents were hoping for a lawyer. Now I’m gonna have to find a boyfriend they’ll like. How about you?”
I wasn’t sure I had heard correctly. “My major?”
Oliver grinned. “OK, sure, what’s your major?”
"Econ I guess. And I'm still working on the boyfriend, too."
"Cool."
After that exchange, we pulled up to the cabin in silence, grabbed our duffels and bags of food and beer, and climbed the worn wooden steps up onto the porch. Oliver fished a key out of his shorts, opened the door, and motioned me to follow him in.
The main room was furnished comfortably with an early twentieth-century L.L. Bean vibe. Clearly it had seen a lot of use over the years, but it was fairly clean and orderly. On one side was a small kitchen area, which looked to be adequate for our needs, and through a door I spied a white tiled bathroom that featured a big claw footed tub.
"It's stuffy in here," Oliver remarked as he skinned off his T-shirt, revealing his tanned torso. His chest was smooth save for a patch of brown hair between his pecs and sparse tufts around his large nipples. He walked over to a window and opened it. I did the same on the opposite side of the room, hoping for a cooling cross-draft. I also shed my T-shirt, exposing the dusting of red fur that covered my pecs, which contrasted with my smooth abs.
We unpacked the groceries and put a few things into the refrigerator.
"Let's go check out the lake," Oliver proposed.
I let him lead the way down the path through the woods, enabling me to study him from behind. Broad shoulders, nice butt, sturdy legs. Basically the stuff of gay jock wet dreams.
He turned around and flashed me a smile.
"You're gonna love this!"
Coming out of the trees, I couldn't dispute his statement. The tiny lake was like a jewel tucked into the woods, shielded from prying eyes. A few ducks lazily swam in the crystal clear water, but nothing else stirred. I followed Oliver down to the small sandy beach.
"It looks like we have the place to ourselves," I remarked.
"Mmm hmm," he answered, kicking off his sandals. "You wanna go in?"
He shed his shorts and underwear and strolled down to the water's edge, where he tested the temperature with his toes.
"Just a little cold!"
In a way, I was grateful for the cool water, because it calmed the erection that I began to develop when I had the opportunity to take in Oliver's complete nakedness.
We swam out about 10 yards from the shore, where we noodled around for a bit, horsing around and enjoying the feeling of the water on our naked bodies.
"Like it?" he asked as we treaded water. "Come on, let me show you something."
Swimming lazily, we made our way down to where a large rock outcropping jutted out into the lake, forming a tiny peninsula. The afternoon sun bathed a sheltered flat stone, offering a choice spot to warm up and rest.
Completely unselfconsciously, Oliver stretched out his lean frame, laced his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes.
"I just love this spot," he said.
"Me too," I answered. Especially with him there, I thought.
He tugged absently at the trail of dark hair that led from his navel to the neat triangle that sprouted above his uncut cock, which lay heavily across the pale skin that was ordinarily hidden from view.
"I'm glad you could come up. Kyle told me I should ask you."
"He's a good guy."
"For a straight dude," Oliver remarked wryly, making me laugh. "The two of you never messed around, did you?"
"Nah," I answered. "He's definitely in the 'straight but not narrow' camp."
Oliver reached over and laid his hand on my thigh.
"Maybe we can mess around a bit."
"Is that why you sat down next to me this morning?"
"Maybe."
I rolled onto my side to face him, not trying to hide my growing erection. It would have been futile anyway. Leaning in, I pressed my lips against his and began to probe his mouth with my tongue. He was really an excellent kisser, and as the weekend unfolded, I would learn that he was really an excellent lover in just about every dimension.
