Sighing deeply, more cum lazily oozed out of the tip of his dick, and
Will
lay there caressing his softening penis, milking out the last of his
boy
juice. Lost in his post-orgasmic glow, Will was shocked when he
heard.
"Dude, that was amazing! Did it feel as good as it sounded?"
Camp Youngwood, Part 3: Comparing Notes
Ben lay on his bunk, softly running his fingers through the watery
semen
cooling on his groin. He always loved the moments after cumming, the
relaxed feeling he got all over, the peace that followed the intensity
of
release. He had been shocked, though, when he heard the noise coming
from
Will's bunk after he had finished. The familiar gasping and creaking
of
the bed had given Will away, and Ben knew he had caught Will engaging
in
the same pleasure he had just indulged in. But had Will caught Ben?
There
was only one way to find out. "Dude, that was amazing! Did it feel
as
good as it sounded?"
"Ben? Is that you?" Will whispered quietly into the dark of the
cabin.
"Yeah," Ben replied.
"Were you just doing what I think you were?" asked Will.
"The same thing you were, I believe" answered Ben. "I heard you
finish. It
feels good doesn't it?"
"It was awesome! I normally do it, like, twice a day, and haven't
done it
since Saturday. When I heard you doing it, I couldn't stop myself."
Will
shifted a bit on his bunk, trying to make out the form of Ben in the
dim
moonlight. "How often do you do it?"
whenever
I'm horny, I guess. I thought everyone was asleep, and I had a boner,
"How do you do it?" inquired Will. "I, like, grab it in my fist and
stroke
come
"Dude, I know what you mean. The head feels so awesome when you
stroke it!
I hold it between my thumb and two fingers. When I start to leak, I
rub it
all over just below the head, it feels sweet." Ben could not believe
he
was sharing these details with Will (or that Will was sharing with
him),
but he also thought it was kind of cool. He'd never talked to anyone
about
jacking off, certainly not how and how often he did it. Talking about
it
arousing.
His dick was beginning to stiffen a bit as he talked with Will. He
thought
back to this morning, when Will had gotten out of bed. Will had
seemed to
have a small tent like the one he and Dan had sported, except it
pointed
more "up" and less "out." Ben found himself wondering if Will, too
was
getting hard from their chat. His thoughts were interrupted, though,
by
movement from Will's bunk. Glancing over, he saw Will's hand moving
around
near his stomach. "Wiping up?" Ben asked.
"Yeah, before it gets dry and sticks to my skin" responded Will.
"Have you cleaned up yet?" Will queried.
"Nah. I'm too lazy to grab my washcloth."
"Dude, don't you need that for showers?"
"No, I have one I use just for this," Ben replied.
"Ugh! Do you make your Mom wash it?"
"No way! I just throw them out after a week or so. Mom just thinks
they
get lost in the wash. What do you use?" Ben wanted to know.
"I usually just use toilet paper. I grab some when I'm brushing my
teeth
before bed. Tonight I had to use a sock. Didn't plan ahead well
enough."
Ben giggled at Will's confession. "I suppose I should clean up before
Jason gets back."
"Yeah, it'd suck to have him come in and not be able to clean up."
"Do you think Jason jacks it?" Ben asked as he reached into a pocket
on his
duffel bag where he put his washcloth.
"He has his own room! I bet he does it every night."
"Well, not every night," came a deep voice from the screen door of the
cabin.
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