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I turn around, and our cocks start mashing again. The sexyness of this causes me to release as well. “Keep going! Go balls deep with each thrust!” He goes harder and harder, and starts essentially leaping in and out of me. He speeds up, and I feel him going deeper and deeper. It’s a sharp pain for a while, but it mellows out. He slowly enters me, and begins slowly pounding on my virgin anus.
I’ve fingered myself before, I’m prepared. I feel his warm body climb on top of me, and lie down, the tip of his throbbing cock aimed for my ass. “Lie down on your front on this bench,” he says. He takes me by the hand and leads me back to the change room. I’m three quarters to orgasm, when he stops. I grab his head, forcing him to swallow my cock deeper. I’ve never felt penetration without me touching my penis, it’s an amazing experience. He kneels down, and slides his mouth over my now erect penis, sucking. He embraces me solidly and reaches down to my asscheeks. He starts grinding his junk into my semi-flaccid, but growing cock. “You said you THOUGHT you were bi, wanna find out?” I try to make a legitimate response, but he kisses me flat on the lips. In fact, I’d like to have a third.” He approaches me slowly, and puts his arm around my neck. “Yeah.” “Really? Guys and gals? I’ve had about two guys myself.” “Really?” “Yeah. Why am I saying this? “So, you a virgin?” He asks me. “Yeah, you gotta learn to control erections in places like this.” He indicates toward his fully flaccid dick. You happy? Gonna tell everyone now?” “Relax mate. You seem happy enough to be here.” He points at my penis. I get rid of all the soap, and turn to leave.
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You?” “Nope, first year.” I’m trying hard to get the soap out from all the places on my body, so I can get out before full erection. “So, what site are you from?” “Uh, big oak,” I say. I went back to the shower, trying to wash out all the soap and leave as soon as possible. I had a chance to look a little closer at him. “Uh, your shower stop working?” “No, I just freaked out a little when I heard you coming.” “I see.” He seemed a little weirded out, but had no issue turning on the shower right next to me. “Oh, uh, hey,” he says, looking a bit embarrassed. I hear him get closer and closer, and then I see him. Holy! 80% of mine when it’s soft! He hangs his clothes and walks over to the showers. His boxers come off, and I see his penis, flaccid and about 4 inches. I watch him, with no hesitation, he undresses. He probably got stuck showering here too. He’s pale, like me, with brown hair and eyes. I peer out and see another CIT that I’ve never met before. What do I do? I kill the shower, and hide in the little lip of the wall between the change room and showers. I’m halfway through lathering up when I hear a noise. I get my hair wet, use shampoo and conditioner, and start applying soap. I fight off the discomfort, and do my cleaning business. I stride over to the showers and turn it on. Finally, I take off my shoes, socks, shirt, shorts, and boxer briefs. I step inside, and I see the empty benches and lockers, where everyone awkwardly changes before and after swimming.I Look around, make sure no one is in the change room or in the bathroom. What if someone comes in? What if someone else has to shower now? What if I get a boner? They’ll find out, that I’m closeted.
It’s literally 100 meters away.” “But, Beth, the showers are open there! They’re designed to be used with swimsuits!” “Don’t worry about it. You can shower.” Shower? The staff building, where the showers are, is a long hike away. Can’t I wait till tomorrow morning?” “Sorry. Martha, the camp director, had instituted this after the health inspector warned the camp about health issues. “Why?” “Well, as you know, everyone at the camp has to touch water once a day.” I had forgotten about that. “Hey, Matt, did you swim today?” “No,” I reply truthfully. It was all going pretty well.Īs I was digging around the wood pile for a nice big log to throw on, Beth approached me. My mates Andrew and Logan were singing some classic songs to entertain the crowd. Everything was going well, I was in charge of keeping the fire stoked. The staff put the CIT’s in charge of everything: Tending to the fire, keeping the campers in line, and, of course, songs and skits. Our campsite, Big Oak, was having a campfire with another campsite, Maple leaf. Now that you’re filled in, let the story begin! I happened to be staying at the same campsite as Beth. Anyway, there were two staff members in charge of Counselors in training (CITs): Rodney, and Beth.