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Subject: Camp Silver Chapter 6 This is a fictional series. Any resemblance to individuals or places is purely coincidental. Copyright 2020 ail. Comments welcomed. We authors contribute to your reading pleasure. Why don’t you contribute to keeping Nifty available to provide these wonderful fty/donate.html Camp Silver, Chapter 6 Dinner was also a bit of chaos, but the food kept everyone under control. We all sat together as groups with others in our bunkhouses. This first night was baked chicken, and everyone was ravished with hunger, so the room actually grew quiet as the boys ate. It was amazing to see how quickly all of the food disappeared, too. Dessert was chocolate cake, another “chef specialty,” and everyone was happy. After dinner, we all went to the game room and the boys played for a few minutes before it was time for the movie. Of course it was of the “super heroes” genre, so everyone was engrossed. There were small bags of popcorn and sodas available for whoever wanted them. Again, the boys were reasonably well-behaved, and the movie slipped by uneventfully. At the end of the movie, we all gathered into our bunkhouse groups again, and I had the boys count off. We had fourteen plus the two JCs and then me. We all marched back to the bunkhouse. I told the boys to stay next to their bunks and change into what they would wear to bed as we let boys brush their teeth in an orderly manner. I decided on this first night to let the youngest brush first, so Joseph helped them organize as they all changed out of their clothes and got their toothbrushes. About half of the boys had brought pajamas with them. The rest stripped down to their briefs. (None of the young ones, apparently, slept nude.) Joseph did a really nice job of getting them to separate their dirty clothes from their clean clothes and to get their toothbrushes out. He then marched the seven youngest into the bathroom. While they were brushing, the older ones were changing, and Stewart was also quite effective at keeping them “on task.” Most of the older boys stripped to their underwear. A couple put on pajama bottoms. No one in the older group stripped nude this first night. As I sat on my bed and watched them all get ready, it was interesting to see the stuffed crotches of the older boys as they walked around their beds in their tighty-whiteys. Again, I think boys that age have a tendency to “chub up” when the whole idea of nakedness is on their minds. That makes looking at their tighty-whitey pouches so interesting. Joseph herded all of the youngsters back from the bathroom and started getting them into bed. He was actually quite good at getting the boys settled. He was fully clothed, but I knew that being around all those half-naked boys just had to have him half-hard at the minimum. None of the boys seemed homesick, and though all were noisy, it was “normal noisy.” Stewart got the older guys to start their teeth-brushing. That went pretty smoothly, too. Soon, everyone was back in the room and in their beds. I went over our schedule for the next day. We’d all get up and go to breakfast (after everyone had brushed their teeth!). From there we would go on a morning hike (before it got too warm) out into the woods, so I told everyone to wear their athletic shoes. We’d be back in time for lunch, and then we’d do some indoor stuff during the heat of the day. Again, late afternoon we’d hit the pool, then everyone would take a shower before we ate. We had another movie scheduled for the next night. Everyone seemed stoked for their first full day at Camp Silver. Recognizing that everyone had a different sleep cycle, I said that from now on it would be “quiet time.” I didn’t want yelling or carousing. Each bunk had its own light, so I encouraged anyone who wanted to use one of the books or magazines we had available to read until they fell asleep. There were no takers on Joseph’s side of the room. Stewart got a couple of sports magazines for the older guys. But everyone quieted down. The bathroom light was always on, so you could see inside the bunkhouse, though it wasn’t bright light. The individual bunk lamps were just reading lamps, so the light from them wasn’t intrusive either. Within minutes, the younger boys were all asleep. Joseph sat on his bunk reading a magazine. There was some soft chatter from the older boys, but nothing loud. As I sat on my bed listening to music through my earbuds, I scanned the older side of the room to see if there were any tell-tale signs of movement from under the sheets. I couldn’t see any, so I figured everyone was pretty tired and ready for sleep. I silently bet myself that there would be “tents” from morning wood when we woke up. Stewart was talking with a camper he had known previously, but as they finished their chat, he sat on his bed and thumbed through a magazine. He looked over at me, and our eyes met, and I winked at him. He smiled and winked back. I looked over at Joseph, who was still reading his magazine, but also rubbing his crotch. That boy was unstoppable! I just left him alone for now. Stewart stood up and disrobed down to his briefs, then lay on top of his covers to finish reading the magazine. I couldn’t help but notice his bulge as he lay there. He wasn’t playing with himself, though. I looked over to Joseph again, and he was also lying on top of his covers as he read the magazine, though still fully clothed. He continued to casually rub his crotch. After a few more minutes, I got up and walked over to Joseph’s bed and whispered to him to get undressed. He immediately unzipped his shorts, lifted his hips, and slid them down. His mostly-hard cock bulged out. He whispered a question to me: “can I leave my t-shirt on?” I nodded my approval, and then used hand signals to suggest he get under his covers. He did. Stewart, meanwhile, had also gotten under his covers and appeared to be asleep. So I did one last walk-through and check, turning out an occasional bunk light. Again, I saw no “activity,” so figured the guys were just exhausted. As I sat on the edge of my bed, facing in Joseph’s direction, it was clear there was motion under his sheets! So again, I quietly got up and went over to his bunk and sat down on the edge. I whispered to him, “it’s okay to do that, but don’t make a scene, and don’t make a mess, either!” I reached up and turned off his bunk light. Before I could stand up, Joseph had pulled the covers down and his hard cock was glistening in the soft light. “I like to do it before I go to sleep,” he whispered. “Okay,” I nodded to him. “But don’t get it all over the sheets!” He reached behind his head under the pillow and brought out a wad of toilet tissue and put it on his stomach. Then he smiled at me. “Stay here,” he whispered. Then he busily stroked himself at a rapid pace. His hand was pistoning his hard cock right next to me. I looked around the room, and couldn’t see anyone watching. I sat there while Joseph masturbated. Soon, his body tensed up and he shot two big ropes of cum and several smaller drops on his stomach. I could smell his pungent cum because I was right there. He took the tissue and cleaned himself off. He smiled at me again. As I got up to go back to my own bed, I reached out and offered to take the tissue from him. He handed it to me and I walked into the bathroom. Before dropping it into one of the toilets I sniffed it. Man, that young teen cum smell was overpowering. I contemplated beating off right then and there, but decided that going to bed was the better proposition. I tossed the tissue into the toilet and flushed. When I walked back into the room, Joseph was asleep, and all was quiet. I set the alarm on my phone to wake me up about fifteen minutes before everyone else, climbed into bed, and went right to sleep. I slept reasonably well, though the sounds in the bunkhouse didn’t allow me a deep sleep. A couple of times during the night, I heard one of the boys get up and go to the bathroom. There were occasional snores, but mostly quiet. Before I knew it, my phone was buzzing and I woke up. I stretched escort ankara in my bed and looked around me. It appeared everyone was still asleep. I quietly got up, my own morning wood tenting my briefs, and walked into the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth. When I was done, I walked back into the bunkhouse and stopped at Joseph’s bed and gently shook him. Surprisingly, he woke right up. I signaled “quiet” and whispered for him to get up. I walked over to Stewart and did the same. As I looked back at Joseph, he was standing next to his bunk, and, yep, he was rock hard! He padded into the bathroom with his toothbrush. Stewart was right behind him. (I wondered what Stewart saw when he walked into the bathroom!) When both of them came out, I Bluetoothed some music to my speakers and started playing it, edging up the volume every 30 seconds or so. Soon, most of the guys were stirring. The older ones appeared to wake up first, and I softly told them to go ahead and use the rest room before it got crowded. One of the 12-year-olds who was in the upper bunk right next to where I was standing, threw back his covers and slid out of the bunk, feet first. As he stretched his body, it was readily apparent that his cock was fully engorged. He didn’t appear self-conscious about it as he got his toothbrush and walked to the bathroom. Guys seemed to get up in some sort of order and use the bathroom and brush their teeth. When they came back to their beds, they got dressed for the day. One of the youngest was the last to wake up, and that took some shaking by Joseph. Finally, he, too, was ready, and it was also time for breakfast, so we walked as a group toward the Main Building. The first morning went surprisingly smooth. Everybody got along, everyone was active, everyone appeared to have fun, no one got hurt. When we broke for lunch, a couple of the older boys sat on either side of me while we ate. They were both talkative. One had been in camp last year and remembered me (I was “cool”) even though he wasn’t in my bunkhouse. The other boy had come to camp because of his friend. They wanted to know if we’d be having teams to play sports while they were there. I assured them we would. They were excited. The boy who had been the camper last year kept moving his legs in and out, and each time he did his leg rubbed against mine. At first I thought it was just because we were sitting so close at the table, then I began to think he may be doing it on purpose. When he said something about how hairy my legs were, I knew he was `aware,’ if nothing else. We finished our lunch and went to the game room for some indoor activity during the hottest part of the day. Pretty much, I let the boys pick and choose what they played and who they played with. Ping pong seemed to be the favorite, though there was a line at the slower-paced pool tables. Not everyone knew how to play pool, so the older boys tended to congregate there. I encouraged some “doubles” matches in ping pong so more boys could play. Some were doing puzzles, several boys were huddled around the TV, where a DVD played an animated movie. The two boys who had sat on either side of me at lunch were getting out some cards, ready to start a game. I walked over to them, and the boy who had rubbed his legs against mine was shuffling the deck. “What are you going to play?” I asked. “How about strip poker,” he said with an impish grin and a laugh. “Not here,” I said with a wink. “Too many people would laugh when you lost!” He laughed and fake-punched me in the shoulder as he started dealing to the guys sitting at the table. Looked like a simple game of “Go Fish” instead of a more interesting round of strip poker. (Wouldn’t that have been interesting to watch them play!) I kept walking around the room, checking in on the boys as they played their games. Again, everyone was on their best behavior. Here’s hoping that lasted for the entire time this group was here! After a couple of hours of games, we announced that pool time was coming up. The boys all squealed with delight. I told the youngest boys in my bunkhouse to go with Joseph and Stewart and get their swimsuits off the line in the bathroom and change. I said I’d bring the older boys over there in a few minutes. That way, we’d avoid a “traffic jam” in the bathroom. Joseph and Stewart corralled the younger ones and went off to the bunkhouse. I stopped by the card game. “Hmmmm,” I said with a grin, talking to the boy who had sat next to me at lunch. “You’ve still got all your clothes on…you must be winning!” He laughed out loud, and there were snickers from the rest of the group. “Finish up this hand,” I said. “Then it’s time for the pool.” In a couple of minutes, I rounded up my boys and we headed off to the bunkhouse. When we got there, most of the younger boys were already in their swimsuits, as were both Joseph and Stewart. I told them to go out to the pool, but for nobody to get in until one of the lifeguards said okay. “And remember that pool towels are by the pool. Don’t take your shower towels…you’ll need those after the pool!” They all rushed out yelling and laughing. I told the older boys to get their suits off the line and then change. The last to get his suit was Aaron, the boy who had sat next to me at lunch. His bunk was next to the one Stewart slept in. As he got back to his bunk, he turned to look at me and then started to take off his clothes. I got the distinct impression he wanted me to watch, so I did. He slipped his t-shirt over his head, and I got a short glimpse of his underarms. There was no dark hair there that I could see. Aaron then slipped his shorts and briefs down in one motion, then stood there (posing for me, I fantasized). He was quite a sight to behold. His twelve-year-old cock was situated below the cutest patch of new pubic hair, indicating Aaron was beginning puberty. I couldn’t help but look. Aaron “adjusted” himself before reaching over to grab his swimsuit. He slowly wiggled it up his legs and covered himself, all the while looking at me. I wanted to keep my eyes on his junk to see if there was any “growth,” but the timing was too fast and I didn’t want there to be any discomfort if he was simply being twelve and he mistook my looking for anything more than curiosity. As Aaron got his suit pulled up, he tied the string in front, then groped himself quickly, all the while with his eye on me. I smiled and nodded at him and said, “All ready for the pool?” He smiled and said, “Yeah!” I called out to everyone in the room. “Okay, let’s get to the pool. Take your time…don’t run. Nobody get hurt!” They started out the door. Aaron hung behind. “Aren’t you going to get into your suit?” he asked me. “Yes, I am,” I said. “But I needed for everyone else to get ready first.” “I’ll wait for you,” Aaron said. So, aware that he had been watching me as I watched him change, I also “put on a show” for Aaron, first pulling my t-shirt over my head. My armpits were definitely hairy! Then I slipped off my shorts and stood there in my briefs while I folded the shorts and put them on the bed. Then I slipped off my briefs. I sincerely hoped I wouldn’t get hard while this cute 12-year-old watched me change. He was looking directly at my cock and balls as I pulled my swimsuit up. “How old did you say you were,” he asked me, his eyes never leaving my crotch. “I’m gonna be seventeen this summer,” I replied. “Oh, yeah,” he said. Then he looked up at me. I tried not to misinterpret his expression. “Ready for the pool?” I asked. “Yeah.” “Then let’s go.” I put my arm around his shoulder and walked with him out of the bunkhouse. The pool was a madhouse, as might be expected. I stayed on the edge. Though there was a lifeguard, I still made sure that there was no roughhousing or anything that would get somebody hurt. Both Joseph and Stewart got in the pool, and were splashing around with the other boys. “Go ahead and get in,” said Aaron, who was in the water close to me. “The water’s great!” I decided to take him up on the offer, and jumped esenyurt escort in right next to him. The water did feel great! I was in the middle part of the Olympic pool, so could touch the bottom standing up. Boys were spread across the pool, some splashing and playing, some swimming, some just hanging on the edge and chatting with each other. Aaron swam up to me and said “help me float on my back.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “Hold me up while I float.” He took a deep breath and popped to the surface on his back. As instructed, I pushed up from beneath in the small of his back to keep his afloat. Aaron’s crotch bobbed right on the surface of the water. I couldn’t help but look, but didn’t notice any arousal. I held him like this for a couple of minutes while he breathed in and out, trying to stay on the surface. Then he flipped over. “Help me stay afloat on my stomach,” he said. I reached under him and put my hand under his stomach to give him the buoyancy he needed. As I kept him afloat, Aaron did a couple of paddles with his arms and his body moved forward slightly. Then I found myself holding him up by his crotch! I clearly felt his junk and slipped my hand away as quickly as possible so it didn’t seem like I was feeling him up. He didn’t react at all, but stayed right there with me holding him up. Then some other boys came swimming by and splashing, and I joined in the fun. I didn’t want to spend so much time with Aaron that it looked inappropriate, though I must admit that feeling his developing body made me glad I was in cool water. We stayed in the pool for the maximum time allowable. I had learned early on that it was a great way to make the boys tired so that they would go to sleep when it was “lights out.” But we had to get out and take showers, the first ones since the boys arrived yesterday. So again, I had Joseph and Stewart get the younger boys out and take them to the bunkhouse. I stayed in the pool with the older ones. In about 20 minutes, Stewart came back out to the pool and said the other boys were almost done, so I herded up the older ones and we walked toward the bunkhouse. As we got inside, the last of the youngsters were running naked out of the shower area, finishing drying off and getting dressed. I told them to wait outside on the deck when they were done. The older boys stripped down in the shower and hung up their suits. I was there to make sure they stayed in line. With one eleven-year-old and the rest twelve, they were all on the edge of development, some farther along than others. Because the bunkhouse showers were “gang” showers, everyone was in one big space, and some of the boys demonstrated a bit of self-consciousness, standing facing the wall. Others just showered, unaware. It was a visual delight to see the boys in this element. Most of these boys had at least the beginnings of pubic hair, though not a lot. That meant to me that they were aware of their development, and had probably begun to “experiment” with the feelings their bodies were now giving them. Because everyone was hurrying to get showered before dinner, there didn’t seem to be any opportunity for any of them to chub up, though I was certain that sooner or later during camp one (or more) of the boys would start to bone up in the shower. As Aaron showered, he kept looking at me. I tried not to stare, but every time I scanned the shower room, I noticed him looking at me, so I caught his eye and winked at him. He smiled and winked back, rinsing the soap off his young body. Most of the guys were now done and drying off. Then I called to Joseph and Stewart and told them it was their turn. I said I’d keep watch over the room while they showered. I stood in the entryway to the shower room so I could see both places. Joseph and Stewart both grabbed their towels and came into the shower room, where they stripped down and draped their clothes over the hooks. Again, Joseph was clearly aroused, but not totally hard. (That’s one of the reasons I had him shower separately for now.) Stewart noticed (I could tell, because he looked) but got on with his shower and didn’t appear to get hard himself. Joseph stayed half-hard through his shower, but because I was also looking at bunkhouse, I didn’t watch everything. They both got done and started drying off. Stewart said he’d watch the room while I showered, but I said I’d do it before bed. Then we got the guys ready for dinner. Dinner was uneventful and fast. Meat loaf and rice with steamed vegetables simply disappeared from the table as if vacuumed up! The cherry cobbler for dessert was gone in a flash. Then it was time for a movie. The boys all ran into the movie room. There were puzzles and other games for boys to play if they weren’t interested in the movie, but they had to stay in the room. Tonight was “The Lion King,” always a camp favorite. Boys were situated all around the room, some in chairs, some in the beanbag chairs (a favorite spot), some sitting on floor with pillows. The Camp Director took a few minutes to thank all of the boys for making it through the first full day without any incidents, and said that tomorrow we’d have a chance to walk down to the lake and do some boat rides as well as fish from the bank and the dock. The boys squealed with excitement. As the movie started, everyone was focused on the screen. I figured a few guys would fall asleep during the movie, but that was okay. The small room adjacent to the main room had soft lighting if boys wanted to play games instead of watch movie. I was standing at the back of the room as the movie started. Then Aaron dragged a very large beanbag chair over to where I was standing and said I didn’t need to stand…I could share it with him. He made a space for him to sit and then patted next to him for me to sit down, too. So I did. We pretty much were body-to-body in the beanbag. I just enjoyed the experience and paid attention to the movie so that it wouldn’t appear that I was enjoying myself too much! Aaron kind of rested his head on my shoulder in the dark. It was a natural consequence of being in the beanbag chair, so it didn’t look `unnatural’ in case anyone was looking (though it was dark, so no one could really see). We both watched the movie and Aaron got even more comfortable, nestling up against me. I didn’t necessarily get the feeling that he was being overtly sexual, though it certainly was enticing! As we watched the movie, our closeness was mixed with awkwardness, as the beanbag chair had us almost literally on top of each other. Several times we “readjusted” our posture to be more comfortable. The last time, our legs ended up rubbing against each other. Since we both had on shorts, Aaron’s hairless 12-year-old legs rubbed against my decidedly hairy legs. I recalled him mentioning how hairy my legs were while we ate. He made no move to change his position, and our legs continued to touch. He even snuggled up against me even more. As he did that, his arm draped over my knee, where it touched his leg. I felt myself start to get hard and worried that it would be noticeable, but we just stayed in that position while the movie continued. And my cock continued to stretch out, becoming fully hard. I tried to concentrate on the movie, but this cute boy half draped over me with his hand on my leg was the fuel for a major boner! I looked around the room, but it appeared everyone was focused on the movie. Aaron and I weren’t “doing” anything, so there wasn’t any concern on my part, but I didn’t want our body language to be misinterpreted. Soon, I got the feeling that Aaron was asleep. He was quite still and his breathing was regular. I looked over at him and could see in the reflected light from the screen that his eyes were closed. I was still totally hard in my shorts, since our legs were still touching each other and his arm was still draped over my leg. I tried to subtly change my position for comfort, but when I tried to do so in the beanbag chair, it caused Aaron’s arm to slide closer to my eskişehir escort crotch. I realized that his upper arm was pressed up against my ragingly hard cock, and his hand had fallen in between my legs! My cock couldn’t help but throb, and I hoped that Aaron didn’t feel it. We continued in that position for several minutes as the movie went on, my cock hard as a rock, and Aaron’s arm resting against it, and his hand in between my legs. I tried once again to adjust my position so that my erection wasn’t so obvious, but ended up only making Aaron’s body slide up against mine even more. When I did so, I caused Aaron to half-wake up, though he just adjusted his position, too. However, his hand, which was in between my legs, seemed to rub the inside of my hairy leg, and he remained pressed against my bulging crotch with his arm. He “nestled in” even more. I wanted to put my arm around his shoulder but also kept trying to think about something else–watch the movie–so that it didn’t become too obvious to Aaron that I was majorly turned on! I also got the feeling that Aaron’s arm was pressed against my crotch even more, though it could have been my imagination. But he definitely was rubbing his hand lightly over my hairy legs! That only made my cock harder. I was hoping that the movie would end soon, as I was concerned that Aaron’s arm might make me shoot my load. How would I explain that? Finally, the movie began to come to an end, and as the audio got louder, Aaron “woke up.” I felt another push of his arm on my crotch, and his hand rubbed my leg on the inside again. Then he struggled to reposition himself in the beanbag and sat up. “Is the movie over,” he asked. “Yes, it’s time to go to bed,” I replied to him. He yawned and stretched a bit, then got up. He reached out his hand to help me get up. We gathered all of the boys into their individual bunkhouse groups and began the walk back for the night. When we got to the bunkhouse, I asked the older boys to go in to brush their teeth first, with the younger ones last. I stayed out with the younger ones, and both Stewart and Joseph kept “patrol” as the older ones brushed their teeth. As the older ones came back out and the younger ones took their place, I watched as the older ones changed out of their clothes. Again, a few stripped down to their briefs then put on pajama bottoms. Most just stayed in their briefs, 12-year-old crotches bulging. I noticed Aaron standing next to his bunk chatting to his neighbor. Then he walked to the end of his bunk and looked my way. “Hey, can you help me with something?” he asked. I walked over to him. “I think I hurt my back slouched over in the beanbag chair,” he said. “Can you boost me into the bunk?” I helped him get up in to the bunk. “How bad is it,” I asked, genuinely concerned. I was wondering if I needed to contact the nurse. “It will be fine in the morning,” he said. “Would you rub it a little for me?” “Wait for a few minutes while I get everyone situated for bed,” I said. `Then I’ll come back.” “Okay,” he said. And surprisingly, everyone was fast tonight. Joseph was checking in on the youngsters as they quieted down. Stewart was chatting with his friends from last year. Once again, I went over the schedule for the next day and said that from now on the bunkhouse was a “quiet zone.” Some were already asleep. (The pool always does that.) A few others were looking at magazines, the dull light from their bunk lamps illuminating the room softly. Joseph climbed into his bunk and began reading a comic. Stewart got into his and almost immediately went to sleep. I walked over to Aaron’s bunk to rub his back as he had requested. As I got to his bunk I held my finger to my mouth in a “shhhh” motion, as most of the guys around him were already asleep. “Whisper,” I mouthed to him. “It hurts right above my butt,” Aaron said. He was lying on his stomach. I pulled back the covers to gain access. His white briefs shone brightly in the dim light. I began to rub my hand from side to side across the small of Aaron’s back. I could feel him relax as I did so. A gentle “sigh” escaped from his lips as he lay there and I rubbed. The gentle rocking of his body back and forth seemed to be putting him into an initial slumber. I started to stop and his eyes opened. “More, please,” he whispered. So I continued. I so wanted to rub my hand over his butt, but I focused on the small of his back where he said he was uncomfortable. I was kind of zoning out on the rhythmic motion of my rubbing when Aaron suddenly flipped over. He did it so quickly that I found myself with my hand on his stomach instead of his back. Before I could recoil, Aaron had also pulled his sheet up so that my hand was under the covers. “Rub my stomach so that I can go to sleep,” he pleaded to me in a whisper. My hand was already there, so I continued a light rubbing of his stomach. He stretched out and relaxed. “That feels so good,” he whispered, his eyes open and looking directly at me.. “I’m glad,” I replied. I rubbed him for a couple of minutes before he placed his hand over mine and pushed it down, until I was rubbing what was an erect penis beneath his briefs! I quickly pulled my hand away. “You ready to sleep?” I asked him, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Aaron stammered a bit. “I guess so,” he said. “Then let me know if your back is bothering you again in the morning. Good night!” I walked back to my bed and sat for a moment. All evening during the movie, Aaron had been cuddled up against me, feeling my hairy leg and his arm pressed against my hard cock. Now he had just pushed my hand onto his hard cock! I had to take a deep breath. I looked at Stewart’s bunk, and he was still fast asleep. I looked over at Joseph, and amazingly, he was also asleep! I did a quick scan of the room and heard nothing but the soft easy breathing of the boys. I realized that I was rock hard. I would have to masturbate before I could sleep! I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste and walked silently into the bathroom, where I brushed my teeth. When I was done, I left my toothbrush on the counter and stepped over to one of the stalls. I entered and locked the door behind me, swiftly dropping my shorts and briefs and releasing my throbbing penis. I sat on the seat and starting jacking myself off, visions of boys running through my visual imagery, especially Aaron. What had been the meaning of his action? I was worried that however I handled it, it could mean trouble. If I gave in to his interest, there could be a problem. If I didn’t, how would he react? But as the feeling of his hard boy cock surged through my mind, I continued stroking myself. I was pent up with sexual energy and knew that I would shoot an enormous load because of that. I reached over and rolled off several sheets of toilet paper in preparation for the mess I knew I would make. If I wrapped it around my penis just before I shot, I could avoid having a middle-of-the-night cleanup to do. As I repositioned myself and started jerking again, I thought that someone else had come into the bathroom. Had they looked in the crack of the door to my stall? Had they heard me fapping myself? I got quiet instantly, but didn’t hear anything more. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me! I settled back in to my ministrations and started working my hard cock toward a delicious climax, visions of Aaron in my head. I’m glad I had gotten enough toilet paper. As I got closer to my cum, I felt as if it would be a big one, and it was. My body stiffened up in anticipation, then the rush of release started deep in my stomach and worked its way to my cock. My balls tightened up, almost to the point of disappearing, and then that wonderful feeling began traveling up the length of my cock, hot creamy cum squirting into the tent I had created with the TP. I came and came and came, a total release. As I began to return to reality from my cum high, I checked to make sure I had captured my cum in the TP. I tossed that into the toilet, and rolled off some more for “touch up.” Then I pulled my briefs up but left my shorts off, as I would go to bed immediately. I exited the bathroom and walked quietly back to my bed. Everyone seemed to be asleep. I slipped under my covers and fell immediately into a deep slumber, my body relaxed by my imagination-stoked masturbation. I didn’t wake up until my alarm went off.

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