him.
Straddling him, I quivered as he dug down and toyed with my penis, which jutted up against his thigh. He squeezed it out of me, pressing my cock against his skin, until it burst with that satisfying abrupt tingle.
“Wow,” I sighed as I licked a spurt from his shoulder.
“So, we really like the new digs,” he grinned.
“Well, it’s been a while.”
I didn’t want to harp on how our distance during the preceding weeks had limited our time together.
“Don’t you jack off when I’m not around?”
I shook my head. “I like saving it up for you.”
“Apparently!”
Relieved that I was able to do for him what he so easily did for me, I eased him down to laying, hoisted myself off of him, searched around in our pile of unsorted clothes for a beach towel, wiped us off, then retreated to the bathroom.
Even though it was warm in the room, and we only lay under a sheet, I pulled on a worn pair of favorite shorts. Everett tugged up a thin pair of track pants, and we nestled close before falling asleep.
Early the next morning, what sounded like a riot of birds woke me. I needed to pee, but having slept against the wall, I would have to gently crawl over Everett to leave the bed.
I pressed a hand on the mattress for support, and felt moisture. I pulled back the sheet and saw Everett’s soaked track pants clinging to his legs. My movements roused him and he gave me a sweet look that switched to shock as he saw the stains.
“Fuck!” He pressed himself up to near-sitting.
“It’s okay, just–”
“No, it’s not okay!”
“Just calm down–”
“Get out of the bed.”
“I was trying to.”
“Dammit, Reid. Why didn’t you remind me about my catheter? How are you supposed to take care of a camp full of kids when you can’t even help me?”
“What? How is this my fault?” I hurtled myself over him, stood awkwardly by the bed. “Just take them off, and get out–”
We had forgotten to lay down a bed pad, and Everett had usually been fastidious with his catheter and tube. But the mattress was soaked.
Everett scooted himself to the lower part of the bed, started pulling down his pants, then fumbled and nearly fell over. “This is so fucking embarrassing.”
“Wait,” I said, impulsively rooting on the floor for the beach towel. I set it in front of me, stood on it and tried to relax as my erection subsided, and the tent in my shorts slowly became wet.
“What the hell are you doing?”
I sighed. Urine dribbled down my leg, until I clenched, stopping the flow. I’d made my point. “Now we’re even. We’re both embarrassed.”
Everett’s scowl brightened to a sardonic smirk. “I think you liked doing that, you perv.”
I shrugged, bent over to mop up with the beach towel. “It did kinda tickle.”
Crisis averted, as he cleaned up in the bathroom, I tugged the mattress to the floor, then switched it with the one above, reminding myself to visit the kitchen and find some Lysol for the mattress.
Whatever trepidation I had about being a camp counselor dissipated by the end of the first few days.
Whether they stuttered or spasmed or didn’t move much at all, each of the kids had their spark, even the sullen ones who feared being left without their parents for a week or two. Some of the kids stayed for shorter lengths of time than others, depending on their parents’ schedules and budgets.
Everett’s immediate popularity with the kids didn’t surprise me. They had someone like them to inspire them, particularly with his more physically adept maneuvers.
Certainly I was liked, or I hoped I was, but Everett and the kids seemed to share a common language and understanding. I found myself crouching a lot, since they were smaller.
But it only took one game of balloon toss, a bit safer than any heavy ball, to define it all for me. One of the girls just bluntly said, as we paired off into two groups, “I wanna be on Everett’s team!” I let her roll away from me, blushing with
Straddling him, I quivered as he dug down and toyed with my penis, which jutted up against his thigh. He squeezed it out of me, pressing my cock against his skin, until it burst with that satisfying abrupt tingle.
“Wow,” I sighed as I licked a spurt from his shoulder.
“So, we really like the new digs,” he grinned.
“Well, it’s been a while.”
I didn’t want to harp on how our distance during the preceding weeks had limited our time together.
“Don’t you jack off when I’m not around?”
I shook my head. “I like saving it up for you.”
“Apparently!”
Relieved that I was able to do for him what he so easily did for me, I eased him down to laying, hoisted myself off of him, searched around in our pile of unsorted clothes for a beach towel, wiped us off, then retreated to the bathroom.
Even though it was warm in the room, and we only lay under a sheet, I pulled on a worn pair of favorite shorts. Everett tugged up a thin pair of track pants, and we nestled close before falling asleep.
Early the next morning, what sounded like a riot of birds woke me. I needed to pee, but having slept against the wall, I would have to gently crawl over Everett to leave the bed.
I pressed a hand on the mattress for support, and felt moisture. I pulled back the sheet and saw Everett’s soaked track pants clinging to his legs. My movements roused him and he gave me a sweet look that switched to shock as he saw the stains.
“Fuck!” He pressed himself up to near-sitting.
“It’s okay, just–”
“No, it’s not okay!”
“Just calm down–”
“Get out of the bed.”
“I was trying to.”
“Dammit, Reid. Why didn’t you remind me about my catheter? How are you supposed to take care of a camp full of kids when you can’t even help me?”
“What? How is this my fault?” I hurtled myself over him, stood awkwardly by the bed. “Just take them off, and get out–”
We had forgotten to lay down a bed pad, and Everett had usually been fastidious with his catheter and tube. But the mattress was soaked.
Everett scooted himself to the lower part of the bed, started pulling down his pants, then fumbled and nearly fell over. “This is so fucking embarrassing.”
“Wait,” I said, impulsively rooting on the floor for the beach towel. I set it in front of me, stood on it and tried to relax as my erection subsided, and the tent in my shorts slowly became wet.
“What the hell are you doing?”
I sighed. Urine dribbled down my leg, until I clenched, stopping the flow. I’d made my point. “Now we’re even. We’re both embarrassed.”
Everett’s scowl brightened to a sardonic smirk. “I think you liked doing that, you perv.”
I shrugged, bent over to mop up with the beach towel. “It did kinda tickle.”
Crisis averted, as he cleaned up in the bathroom, I tugged the mattress to the floor, then switched it with the one above, reminding myself to visit the kitchen and find some Lysol for the mattress.
Whatever trepidation I had about being a camp counselor dissipated by the end of the first few days.
Whether they stuttered or spasmed or didn’t move much at all, each of the kids had their spark, even the sullen ones who feared being left without their parents for a week or two. Some of the kids stayed for shorter lengths of time than others, depending on their parents’ schedules and budgets.
Everett’s immediate popularity with the kids didn’t surprise me. They had someone like them to inspire them, particularly with his more physically adept maneuvers.
Certainly I was liked, or I hoped I was, but Everett and the kids seemed to share a common language and understanding. I found myself crouching a lot, since they were smaller.
But it only took one game of balloon toss, a bit safer than any heavy ball, to define it all for me. One of the girls just bluntly said, as we paired off into two groups, “I wanna be on Everett’s team!” I let her roll away from me, blushing with
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