Chapter 4: The First Weekend

Saturday morning, Vera was again addressing the whole camp.

“All of you now have had the chance to partner with all four of your fellow cabin members. The next step is to move from fingers to lips. You’re going to be watching and learning from the staff. Their example will teach you the basics of oral sex, and then you’ll spend the next four nights honing your skills with each of your four cabin partners. For simplicity’s sake, it will be best if you use the same order as before.

“Before I go on, any questions? Yes, the blonde girl in the third row.”

“I like to feel fingers along with his tongue; is that allowed?”

“Yes, we want you using everything except actual vaginal and anal intercourse. That will come soon enough. Yes, black-haired woman in the front row.”

“I’m not going to out him, but there’s a guy in my cabin who is having trouble. It seems clear that he’s gay, and we girls aren’t having much fun coaxing a climax out of him.”

“Good question; I was just getting to that. One of the things that happens here is that people uncover their true inclinations and orientations. Any camper who feels that they are out of place will be offered an exchange. We have two cabins reserved for males only and two cabins for females. Four out of our eighteen cabins are designated this way.

“It’s been our experience that some campers in the four cabins find they are bisexual or incorrectly classified and are willing to swap with the other cabins. So far, it has worked out to be a balance. You can discreetly approach me or your cabin’s leader to request an exchange. Also, for those who are interested in a temporary exchange night, we can usually find a way to make that work as well.

“Any further questions? OK. One last thing. Next Saturday, we’re going to have a special role-playing night for those who sign up for it. It will be a fun dominance and submission game, and you can choose to be the spanker, the spankee, or both. If there is enough participation, we will offer a more tool-based approach on the following Saturday, if you take my meaning.”

Oscar nudged Felicia.

“What do you think?”

“I think between now and then, Oscar, you’re going to show me that you’re a naughty boy needing discipline. I saw you pissing in the shower, you dirty, dirty puppy.”

Oscar whined in an ashamed canine way. Another nearby camper leaned over and shushed him because Vera had one more note.

“Cabins 17 and 18, which are the gay men, have challenged two of the straight cabins to a game of flag football.”

“No, Vera, we said ‘fag football.’”

Antonio Parducci was standing among his cabin mates, holding up his arm and grinning.

“Which cabins are brave enough to stand up for yourselves?”

Oscar saw his cabin mates stand up as one.

“CABIN FIVE!”

“Oh, shit! Those guys mentioned they were experienced. I’m going to shame myself,” Oscar whispered to Felicia.

“You won’t. I know you’re sneaky; they won’t expect you.”

Cabin ten was the other opponent. Before the game began, a short and very busty camper from Cabin 10 came over to speak with Aina from Cabin 3.

“I’m Aisha, and I have permission to substitute. I’d like you to take my place for Cabin 10. I just can’t run well with these hooters, even in a sports bra. Do you accept?”

“Certainly. Those gay guys don’t have a chance, right, Stan?”

He was standing beside her.

“They have no chance against the flying Finn.”

“I’m Aina, from Finland, and he’s got a crush on me.”

“I get it. You’re very Nordic. My family’s from the north, too.”

Aina and Stan looked skeptical.

“North Africa, that is. Thank you. Hey, Stan, ever fool around with an Arab girl?”

“Not y-y-yet, Aisha.”

Stan was nervous and his stutter had returned, but he also showed her a goofy smile. A loud whistle sounded.

Officiating, Landon and Vera passed out waist belts and strips of fabric. Instead of regular tackling, the ball carrier was judged to be stopped when their flag was pulled free from the belt. Otherwise, the game generally followed the familiar rules of American football. Except no breast touching was allowed.

They added temporary yard lines to the soccer field, and the game began. Fairly quickly, it became clear that Cabins 5 and 10 were enjoying an advantage with several experienced players. Their opponents were disorganized and dropped passes, resulting in a torrent of non-helpful abuse from their quarterback. He showed skill but lacked the temperament to be an effective leader on the field.

Eventually, he was deposed, and another young man was put in as QB. The lopsided score insured that Cabins 5 and 10 would win the match. As part of the victory celebration, Vera awarded pennants to fly on their cabins’ front porches.

All four cabins (winners and losers) received ice cream treats to ease the pain of losing before heading to the showers. Camp Stillwater’s unisex showers were installed along an exterior concrete wall, with eight nozzles spraying refreshing warm (but not hot) water. On the left side, the gay campers were busy washing each other, with the straights using the four nozzles on the right.

Felicity and Aina made sure they had clear views of the chubbies along the entire wall. As they washed and rinsed, Felicity and Aina stroked the guys, yielding obvious results. One of the gay guys was unusually long and thin, measuring about 9 inches. Another was stubby, almost as thick as a beer can.

Elbowing Felicia, Aina complained, “What a shame. Those two have so much to offer!”

“Maybe later, we can tie them up, get one of these guys to blow them until they’re ready, then make them our riding ponies.”

They both giggled, squeezing the soapy cocks in their hands.

“Hello, Cabin 5, my name is Shelly. I’m married to the amazing Landon who will be here in a few minutes. We’re going to demonstrate our oral sex skills. I’ll ask you for your names, starting on my—yes?”

“I’m Helen. You’re not very big, Shelly. Close to five feet, I guess. How could you possibly get Landon into your mouth? He’s so big!”

“That’s what we’re about to show you, Helen. Any more?”

“I’m Felicia. How long have you been together?”

“I started seeing Landon about seven years ago, we married in March 2035, so it’s been five years. He’s been a wonderful husband.”

“No other women?”

“Lots of them, Felicia. I’ve had lots of men. We have what they call an open relationship.”

That was when Landon walked in.

“Felicia, all year we live our lives the same way you do in camp. Shelly has experiences with other men all the time. Afterwards, she comes home to me. It’s the same for me. Together, we compare notes on our experiences.”