Date: Fri, 3 Dec 2021 03:57:38 -0500 From: Anon Ymous Subject: Camp LakeHeart Chapter Three Thank you Nifty.org for hosting a platform for stories like this one. Without donations this site won't be able to provide us the freedom to express our creativity and enjoy others' art as well. Please, take the time to donate so this platform is not lost. Please send suggestions and comments to anonwrites2021@gmail.com. Since there are many characters, I am open to suggestions about spin-offs, side stories and character specific releases, also suggestions for new characters, scenes and activities. I do accept criticism as well, so feel free to write to me. Thank you all for the abundance of emails and feedback. If I haven't replied to yours yet, I will be sure to soon. Some of you assumed the story had ended due to the gap in releases. Unfortunately, I had a long stretch of a week that delayed me from finishing, so I couldn't get this part out last weekend like I had hoped. But no, the story is not over. It is clear to me, from your comments and feedback, that most of you are enjoying the pacing, characters, and theme we've got going on here. So, I intend to keep this one going for a bit. Let me know how you feel about this part as well in your emails. Thanks -Anon *** Camp LakeHeart Chapter 3: Water Based Activities *** When we came back from the showers, each of us found a small treat sitting on our pillows. They looked like Little Debbie cakes, but the off-brand kind. Quinn gave one final announcement before bedtime, letting us know the cakes were for us after he snuck them out of the kitchen earlier. It was time for lights out, which meant we'd be reserved to our bunks and silence for the rest of the night. Dean, who has yet to speak to anyone but Quinn, placed a white noise machine on the dresser by his bunk. At first it was kind of annoying, but then I started to appreciate not being able to hear my own breathing in the eerily quiet cabin. Periodically, someone would flip over or cough to clear their throat and I'd be reminded that I was in a room full of people and not alone in my own bed. As sleep started to overtake me, I heard rustling above the bunk, coming from Taze. I ignored it until I felt a small pinch to my big toe that woke me right up. It took a few moments of rubbing my eyes before my vision adjusted to the dark and I could see the dark figure at the foot of my bed, motioning me to follow him. It was the unfamiliar time of the night where, when you woke up, you weren't sure if you'd been asleep for five minutes or five hours. The rest of the room seemed quiet, and I couldn't see any movement among the beds. I shuffled out of bed and followed the figure into the bathroom, careful not to make a peep as I closed the wooden door behind us. The lights flipped on, and the overwhelming fluorescent barrage stabbed at my pupils like a sharp blade. A few more moments of eye rubbing and squinting at my feet, and I could finally see just enough to see Taze taking a seat on one of the benches near the cubbies. "What time is it?" "I dunno, like midnight, I think" "Okay, what do you want?" I asked with a huff. "I was going to ask you about how it went with that Dalton kid" "You seriously woke me up just for that?" "Yeah. I did. You know, now that I've seen him a few more times, he does look familiar. I might remember him from last year" He paused and looked at me, as if he was trying to gauge my reaction. Careful not to reveal my hand, I just kept staring at him through squinted eyes and an unimpressed expression on my face. "Or maybe I don't, hard to tell. Anyways, was his butt as nice the second time you saw it or better?" He chuckled to himself. "I really don't see why we have to have this conversation right now instead of in the morning" "Because I was curious, why you gotta be such a dick about it. You'll get plenty of time to sleep later. Are you not excited to keep me updated? You were hella interested in my help before" "You know, I don't think I will need your help. I'm going back to bed" I left him in the showers, making him believe I was only upset about the interruption in sleep. Honestly, I still didn't have a strategy for dealing with the Dalton situation. Maybe there is some way I could get him to bring it up on his own. If I don't reveal what I already know and he tells me everything, then it wouldn't be breaking the promise I made, right? *** The life of a teenager is drastically different now compared to the decades before the internet. When I open my phone, I can see girls, no older than me, using social media to pose their bodies with as little clothing as possible. Bikini pics, dances moves and even simulating sexual positions for a "trend." Our idols are sex symbols, and it becomes more normal every day. My dad hadn't heard of sex until he was 12, didn't see boobs until one of his buddies showed him playboy in the 80's when he was 14, and hadn't had sex until he was 17 because all of his girlfriends wanted to wait until marriage. He preached to me that this was the normal progress of things and that slower was better. But I didn't do that. No one my age did. We all grew up faster than any generation before us. The gap between ignorance and experience was so massive in middle school that some girls would gag if shown a picture of a penis, while others talked about how they took turns deep throating a high school sophomore just to see who was better at it. Access to porn was probably the single largest contributor. When I first discovered it, skimming through cinemax late night after getting a tip from Taze about "special shows" I thought it was just me who dared to watch. It became clear quickly just by listening to the chatter in the locker room or overhearing conversations at the lunch table that most of us had dared to go that far. Some even went much further. In just the last year of my life, I had learned so much about my body and sex. Just short of my 14th birthday and I could tell you my favorite position and all the kinks I believed I had. I'm still a virgin though. Is it normal? Should I be so desensitized by sex that I am already thinking about biting and scratching and choking to "spice" up the sex life I don't even have? I guess normal doesn't matter anymore. The damage is done, and I won't be satisfied until I make every sexual fantasy of mine come true. If I'm lucky, I might even get started before I'm enrolled in high school. *** The next morning at breakfast, we got to enjoy the traditional fare I was hoping for at camp. Bacon, eggs, pancakes, sausage and more. There was even a small coffee bar next to the juice bar. It was meant for the counselors, but I didn't think anything of it when I made a cup. There was a very noticeable change at the breakfast table this morning. Taze appeared to be in a very grumpy mood for some reason and opted not to sit next to me. He casually slinked away after loading up his tray and strolled the aisles of tables, sitting at one and conversing for a bit before moving to the next. It was apparent he was very popular among the other campers here, a lot more so than at home. This must be why he loved camp so much last year, it appears he's twice as popular here. Not a problem though, I still have my new... friend... to sit with. It's hard to find him in the crowd. He does a good job of blending in. There he was, at a seat nearest the aisle and closest to the door, probably for a quick getaway. It was the obvious choice for me, but he seemed concerned when I placed my tray next to his. "You probably shouldn't sit next to me. You know some people here will have a field day if they see anyone hanging out with me" he mumbled without looking up from his tray, doing his best to stealthily warn me. "Yeah. Maybe. I don't really care though, we're in this together" His tray of food was vastly different from mine. A few slices of bacon, apple slices, an orange and an omelet packed with vegetables. "No pancakes? No home fries or sausage? No cheese? What kind of stuff do you eat?" I said, playfully poking at an apple slice with my fork. "I'm lactose intolerant and I don't really like meat that much" Even as I scarfed down the proteins and carbs on my plate, he barely picked at his. "If you don't eat, you'll fly away" I said, pushing the apple slice back towards the center of his plate. He seemed lost in thought though, not focusing on his food. "Are you gonna tell Taze about what happened last night? You know, what I did" For the first time since I sat down, he looked up at me. "First off, it's what `we' did, not just you. Second, of course not. I'm not telling anyone" "Cool" he grabbed the orange from his tray and struggled to separate the peel from the center, leaving a pile of tiny pieces of rind on the table. We didn't talk much for the rest of breakfast. I wasn't sure what to say to him. I didn't want to mention last night because someone might overhear us. I didn't want to talk about today either, because today is our day on the lake, and he doesn't seem like the type to get excited about physical activity. Maybe swimming is his thing though, he does have a swimmer's body. When it was time to leave the cafeteria, we were instructed to return to the cabins, put on our swimwear and return to the bonfire pit. When we did, we were met by our cabin leaders, who instructed us on which activity each cabin would be doing first. Cub cabin was assigned "fish and wildlife instruction" first. The most boring one on the list, I was only happy we were getting it out the way early. Even though it was a mandatory class, it still gave us a learning credit that we could cash in for a fun activity later. Taze sat next to me as the 8 of us grouped in a small semi-circle, using some logs as makeshift benches. I avoided eye contact, but I could feel him staring at me. I noticed Dalton slip away and make his seat on the ground, a few feet from the pack. Quinn noticed as well and shot me a disapproving glare. For the first time, I heard Dean speak up over the crowd of boys. Just barely loud enough to hear from 10 feet away but still, it felt forbidden to hear him speak. No smile, no emotion, just a singular, flat tone as if he was reading from a script. I realized he would be leading the instruction on fish and wildlife today. Beside him was a stand with large, printed cards that he would shuffle through as he taught. He was clearly educated though because he didn't bother to read the cards or recite from any book, he just knew what he was talking about. We learned about all kinds of fish, different ways to fish and how to prepare most fish for eating. Then we learned about bugs, insects and reptiles that frequent our area, what to look out for and what to avoid. Finally, instruction ended with plant life, both around and under the water. More than one boy had to be elbowed in the ribs by the person next to them to keep them from dozing off. Even the appeal of listening to Dean's voice for the first time was quickly lost on me when my eyes started to get heavier and heavier. When the talking was finally done, we were instructed to kill some time by taking a walk on the nearby trail and trying to identify any familiar wild or plant life near the lake shore. It was a good opportunity to push the boundaries between Taze and his secrets. "Last night you said you remember Dalton from last year. Was he in your cabin?" I spoke in a hush, but he still did a double take to make sure no one overheard us. "No, I said I might remember him. He definitely wasn't in my cabin, but he seems familiar" We both kept checking for the reactions of the boys walking in front of us, careful they wouldn't overhear. I knew why I was nervous, but why was he? "Okay, do you have any idea where you might remember him from then?" His index finger curled towards his thumb and picked at the skin by his nail. "Nah, not sure. Did he say anything about me?" His voice rose a few octaves on the last few words. Got him. He knew. He knew who he was and remembered what he did. I was conflicted on what to do next. Taze is still my best friend and if he has a side of the story to tell, I want to hear it. I want to hear his story, agree with him and be done with this mess. Unfortunately, I can't ask him for his side without giving up what I know. This is going to take a little bit more time. "No. No, he hasn't mentioned you" *** When it was time to switch activities, our cabin was set for "wet time" which was an odd way to say we could freely swim in the area of the lake that was roped off for us. Unlike the rest of the rocky shores, the designated swim area had a large sandy beach area. It must have been put here artificially, but if it was, then how did it maintain its shape next to the lake. Wouldn't the water re-deposit the sand but not return it because the rest of the lake wasn't sandy? My contemplating just made my head hurt. In the end, I just left it at "I don't know why, it just does" and that was good enough for me. One by one, we started to peel off our shirts and embrace the warmth of the late summer sun. All but two, Dalton and our slightly fairer skinned assistant cabin leader. Dean I understand, but seriously Dalton? "Come on dude, take it off, I've got sunscreen if that's what you're worried about" He nearly jumped out of his skin; I must have snuck up on him by accident. "Uh no, no I'm good. I'm not going into the water anyways" "Can you swim?" "Of course, I can swim, I just don't wan- "I let you get out of going to the recreation room last night. I even let you dodge me this morning since breakfast. But this is only going to end one of two ways. You either walk out into the water on your own free will, or I will carry you over my shoulder and dunk you the moment we are in water at least 4 feet deep. Now, before you argue or try to look for places to run, let me just reiterate two points. There were ONLY two choices, and I AM faster than you. Now let's go swim" Life isn't possible without compromise. So, I didn't protest when he followed me out into the water with his shirt still on. Apparently, he doesn't "like the smell" of sunscreen. I didn't have a good enough reason to debate him either, I just wanted to see him with less clothes. It's a hard adjustment to act normal and be content with seeing him fully clothed after the view I had last night. It was interesting to see him with and without his glasses though. Whoever picked them out did good. They weren't big and dorky, and they were thin to fit the profile of his face. I hadn't decided which look I preferred. Glasses Dalton who lips tasted of chocolate and marshmallow or Dalton without glasses, who's wet hair smelled of strawberries. The crossroads of my brain began to intertwine so fiercely, I began to think of chocolate dipped strawberries and how amazing those would be right now. The train traveling on these tracks was abruptly derailed when I felt two hands press against the top of my shoulders. Before I could react, the person pushing down had leapt out of the water, forcing all their weight down and sending us both underwater. When I was sufficiently horizontal, I felt the weight get lifted and I resurfaced to find a smirking boy trying to position himself for the counterattack. Leverage is the first thing they teach when hitting in football. I was never good at football, but I will never forget the coach's favorite line. "Low man wins" I dove underneath the water, which was just above waist level, and sent my shoulder into my attacker's waist. My weight shifted. My legs fell to the lake bottom where they dug in with knees bent. I lunged forward, folding him in half at the waist. My arms wrapped around his thighs and locked in my grip. With one solid motion, I used his buoyancy to lift him straight out of the water until too much of his weight was no longer supported. Then, my suplex became more of a dumping motion as I let him drop from my shoulder and land back first into the water. I reveled in the cheers of a few other boys and raised my hands in celebration foolishly. My attacker and best friend knew when to strike. He resurfaced from the water like an alligator peeking at its prey. Before I could get my hands down, he lunged for my shorts. Luckily, I wore underwear underneath my swimsuit. This didn't stop Taze though. Seeing only the front of my boxer briefs exposed for the cabin to see, he grabbed again for my waistline, trying to fulfill his evil revenge. I turned to run, knowing I was no longer the "low man", and my leverage was gone. Just the tip of one finger was able to penetrate my waistband as he lunged for my back. When he went down again, belly flopping back into the grave I had dug for him, my underwear went down with him. Exposing my rear end to all the boys watching our battle take place. I was able to hold up the front of the underwear, but still, I definitely had one cheek out for everyone to see. Was I victorious? Sure. But at what cost? When I looked at the crowd, I saw a raucous celebration and laughter. Some boys redder in the face than others. The one who stood out the most was the one not laughing. He just stood there, red-faced and flustered. Concerned and not amused. Me and Taze exchanged some trash talk but came to a silent agreement to not try each other again, at least not without getting the drop on the other. I made it seem as casual as possible. I swam in different directions, pretending to relax near the lakeshore. When the opportunity was right, I swam by Dalton and pulled on the sleeve of his shirt. He did his best to casually follow, making sure none of the other boys noticed me getting his attention. Once we were just out of earshot, I did my best to address an elephant or two still lingering in the room. "So, what's your middle name?" He stared blankly at me, taking a moment to register and compose himself. "It's uh... it's Ezra. Why?" "You made me cum in your hand last night. We also kissed, sort of. I figured I should know your middle name" I laughed at the obvious humor of the situation, but he did not find it as funny. Probably because he was so nervous that someone would overhear. "Maybe we don't talk about that right now. Please?" I've heard the term "pulling on your heartstrings" before, but I never understood where it came from. When his baby blue eyes looked up at me and the soft but pleading "please" fell from his lips, I felt a yank so hard in my chest, I thought someone fishing by the shore had hooked me between the ribs and started reeling. My intention was to make him open up about last night and clear the air a bit. But now I wouldn't dare open that box. I was ready to promise him the world if it meant not hearing the sadness in his voice again. "Y-yeah... of course. Another time. A better time. But uh, there is one thing I want you to think about" I reached out, using the privacy of our submerged waistlines and hands to hide my deviance. When my fingers met his waistband, I curled them underneath. The warmth of his stomach kissed my knuckles, inviting me to do more than he was probably ready for. These trunks were in the way, and I wanted him to know that. If I had to live with this thought in my head of what I wanted to do to him, then he needed to feel it. Just a fraction of it. I gripped his waistband and yanked forward, pulling him towards me. He gasped, pulling the air away from between our lips, enticing mine to chase it. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough privacy for that. Using the gap I created, my hand reached in and desperately gripped at my prize. I took hold of it and silently drank in the ecstasy when I realized it was already excited for my touch. I gave him one good squeeze. Not necessarily a farewell, but more of a "until next time" When my hand left his trunks, I did my best to casually swim towards the pack. In passing, I expressed one more desire, this time with words. "I can't wait to return the favor" *** Next activity was the water portion of the big obstacle course competition at the end of the year. Quinn filled us new people in on the course, which would consist of five events with 2 competitors from each cabin assigned to each event. There was a running portion, then a bike ride, then a swim, obstacle course and then a "ultimate camper" competition at the end. The ultimate camper portion was reserved for the leaders and assistant leaders to compete in skills-based challenges. These challenges were basically ultimate boy scout shit. They had to pitch a tent, tie some knots, start a fire, pick one of three plants laid on a table, one was edible, two were not. Then they had to fire a few arrows at a target and finally carry some water jugs from the river back to camp. Honestly, it sounded fun. More fun to watch than to compete in though. Today we only had to worry about the water portion of the course. How we performed today would determine who would represent our cabin during this portion later. First, a runner would be tagged on the shore. That runner would sprint 50 yards to the water and then swim 50 yards out into the lake. They would then tag the second runner, who had to complete an "obstacle course" on this massive inflatable tube floating in the lake. The tube had a 7-foot wall you needed a rope to climb. You then had to crawl underneath some inflatable arms and when you emerged on the other side there was a slide you had to climb that led out to the water. When you hit the water, you had to swim 50 yards back to shore and tag the next runner. We each took turns running a portion of the course for over an hour. The naturally more athletic of the group took more turns than the others. Gregory, Dean's little brother, looked as if his energy was endless. He was an obvious choice for the course because he could do both portions faster than anyone else. We didn't bother picking a second because we didn't know how everyone else would fare in the other events. Tristan was the second fastest swimmer but also the best long-distance runner according to him, so we had to reserve our judgement until we had a chance to practice the other events. I personally wanted the biking event. When I did leave the house, I would do so on my cheap mongoose bike from Walmart. Me and Taze spent many days growing up riding over small sandhills and retention ponds in our neighborhood. Dalton, who only attempted the first portion of the course and did so on Quinn's demands, did not seem interested. We'll have to find something for him to do that suits him better than this, or we'll lose the competition for sure. *** We were expected to head straight for lunch, but there wasn't any supervision between events that forced us too. Come to think of it, for a camp this massive and with so many campers, there isn't much supervision at all. You had your cabin leaders who were just a few years older than you but that was pretty much it. The adult counselors were either serving food, running the main office or manning the infirmary. When they weren't pulling a shift at one of those places they were hanging out in their cabins, enjoying a lot of free time. It's a pretty sweet gig I think, even if it doesn't pay a lot. Needless to say, many of the boys, especially the ones who have been here before, would wander about the camp before, during or after lunch. When I watched a particular boy split off from our group and head towards the cabins, I took advantage of the freedom and followed him. He whipped around to face me, dropping his book to the floor in surprise like he had seen a ghost. I wasn't trying to startle him, I just moved quietly so the other boys didn't notice I was leaving them. I barely had enough time to dodge the pillow aimed for my head. "Can you stop scaring me like that!?" "Why are you scared, it's not like you're the only one allowed in here" I picked up his pillow when he went for his book. We both made our way to his bunk. I was nervous and he was surprised but we both needed this talk. "If someone sees us spending time alone they'll probably start rumors" "Let them, we're just two friends hanging out for all they know. Not any different than all the others splitting off into their own little groups" "For all they know? Are you saying we're not just two friends hanging out?" He asked. I sat cross legged across from him, similar to the way we sat last night. "You know... I didn't get the chance to say it earlier but... Ezra, that's an awesome middle name" He smiled softly, unfazed that I ignored his question. "You should probably go eat lunch" "Come with me then, Ezra" "Please don't call me that. It's like hearing my mom when she's mad at me" "Fine. But Dalton isn't quick or catchy enough. You need a nickname. How about Doll?" "Doll?" "Yeah, Doll. It cuts your name in half, but it also sounds like a doll, like a barbie doll" "So you're calling me a barbie doll?" "No, not a barbie doll. Just Doll" He did remind me of a doll though with his perfect skin, just like it was polished that way. "Fine, please don't let anyone else hear that though" We tiptoed around the obvious until it was unavoidable. "So, when that thing in the shower happened. I just wanted to tell you it was like... really awesome. I don't know what else to say. Have you done that before?" "No. Not with anyone else of course. I just did it. I mean, we couldn't have you leaving the stall with a full-on boner" we both laughed nervously, trying to stop the awkward from taking over. "Cool. It was nice. Really nice. I was hoping we could do it again sometime. Like me and you. I mean like you could do it and I could do it too, you know?" "Yeah, I understand. I figured as much, since you told me earlier that you wanted to return the favor" "Oh yeah, how was that?" I asked grinning ear to ear. "You suck, I had to sit in the water for like ten minutes before it went down!" he said with a chuckle. "I mean, I could! I could suck!" I laughed like it was a joke and waited for his reaction. Up until now, we passed through each awkward joke nervously, but we kept pushing forward. When the gears in his brain started to turn and I could see him physically reset before finally understanding my joke, I thought I'd see him collapse inwards like a turtle retreating in its shell. In a way, he did. He smiled, shook his head, pulled his hoodie over his head, and laid back to face the ceiling. I was worried I had actually pushed it too far, but I could still hear faint giggles coming from his rosy flushed cheeks. I tried to play along but really I was just waiting for the response. Maybe he'd push off and tell me to stop joking, or maybe he'd invite me to continue. Eventually, he sat up to face me. "Can I ask you a question?" My heart was pounding. "What made you kiss me last night? Was it just because of the whole leverage thing or was there... another reason?" I had a choice to make before I answered. But like I said before, fortune favors the bold. "Well. I was looking at you and I saw your eyes. Then I saw your lips and I thought to myself, I hope he can kiss with his glasses on, because I really want to kiss him" There was no doubt in my mind Doll was interested in the fun we were having. But deep down I knew what I was and what I liked, and I was starting to believe maybe he did too. Jerking it and playing grab ass when the adults are away is one thing, but I wanted to make out with this boy. I prayed to god I was right, and he wants to do the same. "Well, I can. But I guess it's easier if I take them off" He slowly pulled his glasses off and set them aside. The next words said were his name underneath my breath. It didn't take long for him to end up on his back with me straddling his chest. Neither one of us knew what we were doing, but we were too impassioned to stop learning. When I pulled off to catch my breath, I buried my face in his neck, just like I've seen in the movies. This part scared me, but as I kissed along his neck, I could hear small moans escaping his lips. His hips gyrated upwards, lightly thrusting into me when I would hit a certain spot. His skin smelled familiar, like cypress and citrus. I didn't need any more reason to be turned on, but the smell of my body soap on his soft, smooth skin was intoxicating. It felt like I had marked my territory, covering him in my favorite scent. Bolder now, I let my hands wander underneath his hoodie and shirt and held onto his hips. His hands trailed along my back until one of them moved to the nape of my neck, gently holding me close while also guiding me to his favorite spots. Now it was my turn to purr underneath his fingers. There were a lot of noses bumping, teeth catching lips and heavy breathing going on, but the choir of exploration played a beautiful song to my ears. Every whimper, grunt, and moan made me swell with anticipation. I was too lost to hear the sounds of boys chatting away getting closer to our cabin. Luckily Doll was more focused and warned me it was time to stop. "Someone's coming, get off my bunk before they see" "Let them see, I don't care" What was I thinking? I couldn't come to any rational thought right now, I was harder than a brick and I just wanted to make the cute boy underneath me squirm in pleasure some more. "What!? You're crazy Elijah we gotta stop!" One of my hands started to move towards his waistband but he snatched it with cat-like reflexes. "Look, we'll pick this up later, I promise. Now get back to your bunk" If I was any hornier it would have taken a pry bar to get me off him. I sobered up from my love drunken state when the voices of our fellow campers became so clear I knew they were just about to walk in. With the elegance of a cinder block, I rolled off the bunk and landed on my side with a great thud. I then bruised my shoulder and waddle walked across the aisle, hiding my boner from the boys just as they opened the door. I played it off that I was looking to change clothes before heading to lunch, so I ducked into the bathroom to change quickly. I had to hurry; I didn't have long before they would put the food away. Tristan, Aiden, Allen and James were the ones returning from lunch. No sign of Taze or Gregory. I expected to find them still eating when I finally made it to the cafeteria but no, not there either. I grabbed a turkey sandwich from the line and stuffed it in my pocket because most of the hot food was already gone or pulled from the line. On my way out, I also grabbed an orange and an apple, because I wasn't the only one who missed lunch. It was supposed to be a surprise, so I planned on peeling the orange first so I could tease him about how bad he was at it before. I didn't want him to see me, and I couldn't do it well while walking so I cut a path behind our cabin to hide from plain sight while I peeled. There wasn't a path behind the cabin, just a small patch of grass before you hit the tree line. While standing on the other side of the wall that must be our showers, I heard a distinct snap of twigs and brush shifting in the woods behind me. Instinctively, I thought maybe it was an animal, so I held still and listened for any more noises that would indicate it was coming this way. There was a brief pause of silence and then a hushed squeal of sorts. It didn't sound anything like I would imagine a bear sounds like. Maybe it was a coyote or some racoons. Regardless, I kept hearing the noise repeatedly until it felt uncomfortable to just stand there and not investigate. Careful not to raise an alarm, I stealthily crept past the tree line, searching for the source of the sound. Each time I would step on some dead leaves or a twig I would pause, and the noise would stop as well. After a few moments it would begin again. It was coming in irregular patterns now and started to resemble what I would imagine as a small animal being hurt. This encouraged me to press on, just on the chance that something small and defenseless was possibly hurt or trapped and needed help. I rounded the corner of a large oak tree and when I did, the noise got so loud I knew it couldn't be more than 15 or 20 feet ahead. In my peripheral, I caught a glimpse of movement and ducked behind the large tree to investigate. A few trees over I could spot the silhouette of someone moving in and out of view behind another large oak. The noise appeared to be coming from the same tree. Immediately, I was enraged, because in the moment I could only imagine one of the campers was hurting a small and defenseless creature. That had to be the source of the noise. I was scared to investigate though, because that type of person would most definitely not be friendly. But I had to do something, so I went for a better view. When I could finally make out the picture in front of me, my jaw snapped a branch on the forest floor below. The small and defenseless creature being tortured was a short brown-haired boy, bent over at the waist with his pants around his ankles. His attacker, a slightly taller and stockier boy in a similar state of dress, was trying to muffle the noise of his victim by covering his mouth with his hand. It didn't matter though; his muffled grunts and moans were now drowned out by the repeated slapping sound of thighs against thighs. I'm not sure how it started, but I was certain it was close to ending because that boy was being absolutely pounded right now. Part of me worried that the noises were the result of pain, not pleasure, but the smaller of the two didn't appear to try and stop. In fact, he was throwing himself back in rhythm to meet the attacks of the large one. The scene was too much for anyone to handle let alone a horny, gay teen like myself. My eyes glued to the top's butt, watching it flex as he thrusted forward with speed and power. I rubbed myself through the fabric of my shorts watching the little brunette moan into his partner's hand, drool dripping between his fingers and smearing it on his face. Suddenly, the top grabbed the shoulder of his bottom, pulled him up so his back was now to his chest, and turned him to face the tree beside him. He pushed himself forward, pinning his lover against the tree and pushed into him slowly but with great force, letting out large grunts due to his effort. Between slaps of flesh, I could hear the top start to give orders to the boy. A mixture of "fucking take it" and "you like it don't you" into his ear. This was some serious, hardcore shit. I couldn't believe it. This was something I'd expect of Pornhub, not my fellow campers. One thing for certain, I was leaking precum in the brand-new pair of underwear I just put on, and it took everything in my power not to approach and ask to join. Turns out, it wouldn't have mattered. I could see the bottom's hand flying in front of him, obviously helping himself along. It didn't take long for the bigger boy to give a few last grunts and thrust into him with all the strength he had left. They took a moment before peeling themselves off each other. The bark of the tree at waist level was painted white. As for the boy himself, he just pulled up his boxers, seemingly not worried about the seed that was just pumped into him. The other one had to go and find his pants in a nearby bush because he had removed them completely, probably for more leverage. This was a very sobering scene for me to watch as I just realized I needed to leave, or I would be caught spying. Unfortunately, now that they weren't as distracted, I wouldn't get the chance without being seen or heard. If I hide behind this tree though, I might be able to wait them out and leave after they did. I hope the orange and apple I left by the cabin aren't being eaten by ants right now. Who knows how long I'll have to wait for them to leave. They exchanged a few words but nothing I could make out. I peeked around the tree carefully to check on their progress, but I failed to see the pinecone underneath my right foot. When it rolled underneath my shoe, I rolled with it, and so did my ankle. Being hurt wasn't my biggest concern. My biggest concern was the noise I just made that absolutely signaled to the other two that they weren't alone. I laid still and prayed they either didn't hear me somehow, or they got scared by the noise and beat feet in the opposite direction. One of them chose the latter as I heard running through leaves and twigs slowly fade out of earshot. The other one unfortunately fell to curiosity, as I could hear his steps growing ever so closer. My heart was beating out of my chest and my mind raced a mile a minute trying to find the excuse when the stranger finally caught me. Step by step they got louder and closer until eventually, he turned the corner and came face to face- erm... I mean face to feet with his audience member. He looked down at me and let out a sigh of disappointment. I looked up at him and let out a sigh of relief. "Hey buddy" he grumbled through gritted teeth. "Hey Taze" I let out through the pain as I gripped my ankle.