And there he was. His skin was so pale it seemed to glow in the moonlight. There were some shadows around his groin, and in the middle of them lay his completely flaccid penis. It was fairly small. Unlike the other guys, Shawn’s penis was on the smaller side of average, and without a bit of erection, it looked a little bit bigger than Cory’s thumb.
Shawn didn’t leave himself out in the open for long. He got his pants back up in a flash and pulled up the bed sheets.
“Wasn’t so hard was it?” Joe said, turning to Cory.
Cory didn’t want any crap from these guys and he wanted this conversation to be over as soon as possible, so as soon as Joe and Lawrence looked his way, he pulled his pants down to let them have a look at his penis. He knew he was almost smaller than average, so he just let them look between his legs for a second, then pulled his pants up and lay back down.
The rest of the conversation overhead was about the girls and the possibilities for summer flings. Cory didn’t hear much of it. He tuned it out and went to sleep.
* * *
It was very clear why Shawn had gotten his job.
As soon as the kids arrived, he proved himself marvelous with them. Cory and Shawn were partnered up and were responsible for organizing some craft time with the children. Shawn immediately took charge. He knew just how to talk to them and how to make the arts and crafts, which most children actually find boring, seem fun. A few minutes into the allotted time, the kids were already coming up to Shawn and eagerly showing him their progress.
Cory had known a couple of people like this in his life. People who seem so painfully shy that you actually feel sorry for them, but who, when they find a place in which they’re comfortable, go straight from introvert to extrovert. It isn’t common, but here was the evidence in Shawn. Cory had trouble keeping up.
About half an hour into the craft session, Shawn came up to Cory and said, “Hey, we’re running out of construction paper. We got plenty of it back in the equipment shed, but I didn’t bring it all down because I thought we wouldn’t need it on the first day. Could you go get us some more?”
Hearing all of that come out of Shawn’s mouth was astonishing. It was more than he had said all the day before. He spoke warmly, too. As if he and Cory had been doing this together for weeks.
“Sure thing,” Cory said, as he turned and went out in the direction of the equipment shed.
To get to the equipment shed, you needed to go out beyond the councillor cabins. It’s the closest building to the forest on that side of the camp. Instead of going on the gravel path around the two councillor cabins, most people had immediately taken to using the small grassy path that went in between them.
When Cory was on this particular grassy patch, he heard something coming from inside the boys’ cabin. It was a sharp intake of breath. The sound could only have been one of two things. The first was a gasp of pain, the kind of noise that you make when you stub your toe or hit your shin.
The noise Cory heard definitely sounded like it was the second possibility. Without even having time to think about what he’d heard or the circumstances under which the sound had been made, Cory’s penis immediately began to stiffen. Cory moved to the rear of the cabin as silently as he could, so as not to alert whoever was inside. On this short trip to the back of the cabin, Cory had time to wonder if Joe had managed to convince Janine to take a “break” with him in the middle of the work day.
That isn’t what he saw. When Cory got to the back of the cabin he stood a few feet away from the building, right next to a tree that hangs over the cabin. Then he looked in the small window.
There, on his bunk, Joe was lying on his back stark naked. His left hand clutched the top sheet on the bed while his right hand was gripped tightly around his rigid penis. It was every bit as big as it had looked last night. His right hand was rubbing rhythmically up and down the length of the organ. From the curly, jet black hair up to the tapered purple tip. Joe’s face was contorted into such an intense mask of ecstacy that Cory couldn’t believe he was only masturbating.
Cory was instantly so hard that his penis began to hurt. Joe was sweating profusely and looked like he was reaching his orgasm. He started to flex the powerful muscles of his ass, which rocked his hips up and down off the bed.
Cory was transfixed. The woods around him were quiet. That is, until he unzipped his shorts. The button came next and the garment fell away from his hips and dropped to the forest floor around his feet. He hooked his thumbs inside the elastic band of his briefs and slid them down off his hips as well. They fell around his ankles on top of the shorts. He immediately grabbed his penis and started pumping his right hand up and down its length. That first touch immediately sent an intense tingle along the organ’s length that he felt in the pit of his stomach.
No sooner than Cory had begun to masturbate himself, Joe came. The white strings of ejaculate leapt out the end of his rigid penis and landed on his stomach. He stopped flexing his buttocks and moments later, stopped pumping his hand.
As soon as Joe got up to clean himself, Cory released his penis and shuffled awkwardly, shorts and underwear around his ankles, to the back of the tree so that Joe wouldn’t see him. He leaned against the tree, his bum pressed against the rough bark and grabbed his penis, which was bobbing in the air after the clumsy move he’d made. The woods were silent but for the sound of flesh on flesh, rubbing faster and faster. The cool breeze caressed his penis and scrotum and then wound its way between his legs. It was all too much.
He pulled on himself a few more times and then drew back his foreskin. His cum didn’t “squirt” or “shoot” the way most people thought it did. Cory’s ejaculate simply leapt a little bit from the tender tip of his penis and then landed quickly, releasing just a hint of visible vapor as the hot body fluid met the cooler air of the forest morning. The muscles of his buttocks flexed a staccato rhythm as his penis released his semen, scraping the flesh of his bum against the rough bark of the tree.
The orgasm was the most forceful he’d ever had. In fact, when he was in its final throes, his body involuntarily bent forward. It was the first time he’d ever seen anybody else naked in real life, with the exception of a couple of public showers at swimming pools. Not only was this other person naked, but he had an orgasm right in front of Cory. One day here and he’d already had more sexual experience, with the exception of simple masturbation, at this camp than his entire life up to that point.
When his breathing began to return to normal, Cory stood away from the tree and brushed his bum with his hands. A few flecks of bark came off, and the pale cheeks were imprinted with the rough pattern. He bent over and pulled his briefs and shorts off the ground and clothed himself. Right in front of him on the ground, his semen had landed in a few tiny clumps. Cory kicked some leaves over those cooling, viscous, pearly white remains of the most intense sexual experience of his life. Then he tried his best to compose himself and continue with the almost forgotten task of getting the extra art supplies Shawn had asked for.