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David was the first to distance himself. This was getting very difficult for him. He tried to remain professional, but this kid already had him opening up his heart about his dad. Emotions got the better of him and control was slipping away. He had savoured the touch of the warm, slick skin of this young teen against his chest. The bulge pressing against his leg was still impressive, even after the kid had just shot his load. Kids that age seemed to be able to recover in a split-second. Was he ever that quick when he was that age? Amazing how quickly details like that blurred in your memories.
Softly, he pushed Elliot away from him, and he held his shoulders in his hands for just a few seconds longer. Letting go was hard. For the first time, he had a good view of Elliot. No part was turned away, no hands were covering anything. Not much to hide after what he had seen, David figured. His own teen mind stirred in his now twenty-something year old brain, "You've seen his, he should see yours!". Childish, or was it? Yes, of course it was. He was the responsible adult. Or adult-like person. Wasn't he? To be honest, right now, he wasn't feeling very much like adulting.
His gaze slid down again. Elliot had cute, tiny, nipples. The beginnings of a six-pack, but still a boyish bit of cover on them. There was the beginning of a small patch of pubic hair, but he looked smooth all over for the rest. This kid was hot! No, this teen was hot! His consciousness thanked him from the bottom of his heart that he no longer felt like he had been perving over a little boy. Perving over a young teen was bad enough, but, well, not that bad. As he looked back up, David noticed Elliot's hair looked much darker when wet. It had been chestnutbrown before, now it was almost black. And he had amazing hazel colored eyes.
Just like these things go, all of this happened in the span of just mere seconds. Sometimes, entire conversations with yourself can happen in the blink of an eye. In the meantime, David's body had decided to follow its own train of thought. The sight of Elliot was having an effect on David, and he suddenly noticed he was starting to bone up. Pretty much in sync with Elliot, apparently, who had started chubbing up again as well. Which didn't make things easier. As a matter of fact, they made things harder. Much harder.
Elliot was now breathing heavily. Just as David was getting an eyeful, he was getting a really good look at David as well. And he was not disappointed. Seeing another guy this close, this nude, without seeing it on his phone or laptop, this was something else. He noticed that David had a pretty wide chest, no hairs. And when he looked down, he noticed a trail of hair running down to a shaved pubic area and a cock that was definitely on the rise. He felt blood rush down in him self as well. But, strangely, he did not feel ashamed any more. With everything that had happened this afternoon, and just moments ago in the shower, it seemed like some kind of barrier had lifted, and he did not feel any shame in being seen naked, or aroused. The worst had already happened, surely anything else can only be better, or even nice?
His shoulders were suddenly free from David's grip, they both stood looking at each other, not saying a word. Slowly, both of them rose to full attention, without either touching anything. Instinct took over first with Elliot, and his hand drifted to his own cock, moving it just a little to a more comfortable position. And, now that his hand was there, he found he automatically took a hold of himself and give himself a tug, and one more.
David was speechless. Mind shut down. It was like he was in a movie, he was seeing things happen. He was not really here. And he was loving what he was seeing. Not thinking any more, his own hand drifted to his cock as well, and he got a good grip. He started matching Elliot's pace. More blood rushed simultaneously to his dick, and his head. He felt like he was having a fever attack. His heart was pounding in his chest. Way, way in the background, there was a voice yelling what the hell he was doing. He was not interested.
He saw Elliot's four, no, four-and-a-half inches peeking out from his fist on each stroke. He was uncut. The helmet head was fully visible, the foreskin getting pulled up and down in his fist. Normally, David would be able to last for quite a while. His day's of cumming on command were long over. He loved taking his time, or edging for one or two hours, to be rewarded with an almost spiritual orgasm. Not today though. He felt his balls tighten, his cock jerk, and as he spasmed, a big jet of cum landed on Elliot's shoulder. Another on his stomach. Only then did David have the sense of mind to aim away from Elliot and not cover him completely.
Elliot was speeding up as well, he was loving what he was seeing David do. They had not spoken a word, had not discussed what to do, or if they should do it. This was just happening. They were in the moment. And, at the peak of that moment, as David's first volley hit his shoulder, David felt yet another orgasm hitting him like lightning. He was not a spurter like David, not yet, but he felt his dick pulse, and he managed to produce a third small load on the same day. He noticed he was out of breath. This whole sex thing, it was exhausting! Why weren't adults in better shape?
David came to his senses as Elliot's breathing was slowing. Both still had their hands on their dicks, which were slowly deflating. The background voices came back, with a vengeance, and now David felt like he was about to have a panic attack. Elliot was a minor, one of his charges as of tomorrow, what had he done!!
"Elliot, this never happened! I mean, it should not have happened. Please, I beg of you, don't tell anyone!" David stammered.
This time it was Elliot's turn to comfort David.
"Of course it happened. And I loved it! But I'm not stupid. Why would I tell anyone!? I don't want to be known as `that guy' that jerks off with other guys. I won't tell, if you won't tell," Elliot said.
David took that in. Even though he barely knew Elliot, he had a strong feeling that this was not someone who would take advantage of a situation. He had trusted Elliot enough a moment ago to let his guard down and tell about his father. "You sure?" David asked, "I don't want you to feel bad about this. Or as if you were forced into anything. I could not live with myself if you felt like that. I did not mean this to happen, it just....did. It happened."
Elliot grinned, "You know, there's a good three more weeks of camp coming up!"
"OH no, not with all the other campers here. Can you imagine! Us, getting caught, by a bunch of eleven-year-olds! They probably never even had sex-ed, let alone a good show like ours!" David exclaimed, managing to see the humour in things again. Still, he would have to be careful. This should not become a habit! Three more weeks! He was hoping the showers in the cabin got fixed soon, he was not sure if he would be up to that kind of temptation.
David reached behind him and turned off first the tap of his shower, then Elliot's. "I think, we're pretty much done here, don't you?"
Elliot smiled, "I'm spent. I won't be able to do that again anytime soon."
Cheeky bastard, David thought, walking out of the showers and back into the dressing area. As he looked back, he noticed Elliot came after him, limping. "What's wrong?" David asked.
"Hurt my toe on the way over here. Was just wearing my flip-flops, and a tree decided to cross the road." Elliot said, grimacing. His toe was hurting pretty bad again.
David turned around, grabbed Elliot's shoulders again, and guided him to the closest bench. "Here, sit down, let me have a look," he said.
Elliot sat down, wet butt on the wooden bench. He felt the gaps between the wood bite his ass. Sticking his foot out, he let David take it into his hand. With David squatting down right in front of him, he thought he must have a better view of his foot than Elliot himself had had.
"Wow, that has to hurt!" David said, "It's all blue on the side, and you appear to have lifted your nail just a bit. It's not off, but it is loose."
This worried Elliot, he had heard of friends with a damaged nail and a doctor having to pull it out. It had sounded terrifying! "It won't come off, will it?" he asked, a slight tremor in his voice.
"Nah, but it might not be a bad idea to put a bandage on it, to make sure it heals in place and no dirt can get in," David said, getting up. "Wait, there should be a first aid kit in the hallway."
As David walked to the door of the dressing room, still undressed himself, he half opened the door and peeked around it. Nobody in sight. Quickly, he shuffled out into the main hall and grabbed the first aid kit from the wall. He was back in the boy's dressing room in under five seconds.
He opened the kit and rummaged a bit. It was a well stocked kit, he was happy they kept up with things like this. He found a small role of bandage. He used Elliot's own towel to dry off his foot, and then he tightly wound the bandage around Elliot's big toe. A bit of tape attached the loose end.
"There you go, one tiny mummy!" David said, smiling at Elliot. He was still not over how amazing it was to see this boy up close like this, naked. Literally, in his hands.
Elliot drew back his foot and carefully tried standing on it. This felt much better! It still hurt as he put some pressure on it, but he did not feel like limping any more. "Thank you, David".
Both Elliot and David were now truly spent. Elliot yawned.
"Hey, I think it's past someone's bedtime, little guy," Elliot teased.
"There he goes again with the little guy," Elliot laughed, and, as he was still not in his shorts, he wiggled his soft dick at David. "Not that little, you know!"
"Oh, I know. You put that monster away before you trip over it and stub another toe!"
Smiling, Elliot pulled up his shorts. His shirt was already on. Flip-flops followed, and he was pretty much ready to go.
David was not far behind, and after just another minute, they walked out of the shower building together.
At the firepits, David had to go left, back to the camp leader's building, and Elliot had to walk on a bit further, back to his tent. There was a bit of an awkward moment. Did they just say goodbye, shake hands? What did guys do after what they had just experienced? Without running the risk of anyone finding out.
"You know, us camp leaders are allowed to give a hug, when needed." David said. That had been clearly stated in the training and the guidelines. They had young kids in their care, they needed a bit of comfort now and then, if they were to make it a few weeks without their parents. A hug was acceptable. Mind you, they made sure you knew it was just to be a hug. David grinned at that thought. Right. He had tossed away the holy handbook.
Elliot was relieved. He had felt he had found a friend in David. A good friend. Shaking hands like he was a stranger felt wrong. He clasped his arms around David and gave his friend a good hug. He breathed in deeply and was treated to the smell of freshly washed David. It felt good. It felt like home. It felt... another yawn hit Elliot at that point. He was exhausted!
"Okay, `big monster'. Off to bed!" David admonished. "And don't let me catch you fooling around any more in your tent with your flashlight. Straight to bed!". His attempt at a stern voice was failing miserably.
"Okay... dad!" Elliot quipped back, rushing off towards his tent.
David shook his head. What a night!
As Elliot came back to his tent, now hardly having any trouble walking, he quickly opened the zipper, dove in, and closed the tent again. He did not want any nasty bugs inside. Flashlight still on, he switched it to dim, and he got into the sleeping cabin. Off went his clothes, he preferred sleeping in the nude. And the best thing about bringing your own tent was, not having to share it and having all this room and privacy for yourself! Not like he had been getting that much privacy today, but it was the thought that counts.
Tomorrow, in the afternoon, the first campers would arrive. More tents would be set up next to his, and on the other fields that had been set aside for tents. All the fields formed a kind of small tent-village, with roads running between them, leading back to the communal areas. Small solar-powered lights would be placed on the paths tomorrow to make sure no one would lose his way in the middle of the night.
Another yawn hit Elliot. His eyes drifted close. In his mind's eye he saw big billows of steam, a familiar hand reached out. He slowly drifted to sleep, reliving memories of a few moments ago in the shower.
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