Camp Hardwood Day 4: Group Balls

Happy Thanksgiving to all Americans! A great day for America, and thus, for the rest of the world!

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So, the next day came, and we woke up as normal. I woke up feeling a bit... embarrassed, I think. I didn't want to look at Cameron, or see him, or anyone for that matter, and I really didn't want anyone to look at me. I quickly got myself together, putting on a comfortable pair of jeans and a white tee. Without saying anything to anyone, I walked and waited in the communal area. Slowly, everyone piled in, and Diego waited for the full 8 of us. Cameron and Aaron were talking, then Monica came in and sat next to them. 

Diego told us that it's our day, we do whatever we want, chill with whoever. Just try to be back before dinner. I looked around, and I saw everyone pick out their groups. Tim and Diane were talking to Diego, the Twins joined them shortly afterwards. Aaron, Cameron and Monica were laughing, and seemed to settle with each other. So, just like school, I was the only one without a group. 

Everyone started piling out, but Cameron saw me by myself before the 3 of them left. He motioned to them that he'll be right out. They nodded, Monica and me making eye contact. She then said something to Cameron, but Cameron shoo'd her away. 

Cameron walked, trying to look like he wasn't walking towards me, rubbing his messy red hair. Lifting his red t-shirt slightly, showing off just a tad bit of skin above his grey sweats. I sat there, feeling unsure, but stuck in place. He looked at me looking at him, then I naturally attached to his green eyes. 


"Can I talk now?" Cameron asked. I slowly nodded, but still trying to pretend I didn't want to talk to him.

"Listen, I'm sorry about telling Monica that. It was shitty of me, for so many reasons. That was a personal situation, and I shouldn't of shared it with her. Okay? I'm sorry." Cameron said, sitting down next to me. I glanced down, before I returned with a smile. 

"I... you're cool, I don't mean to hurt you." He rubbed my thigh with a soft sincerity, which was more than I needed from him. I looked down and put my hand over his, and grabbed his fingers, not wanting them to sneak away from me. I looked back up at him, and saw his eyes look back up at mine, smiling with me. 

"If there's something I can do to make it up to you, just let me know, alright?" He sounded really confident, and it made him look all the hotter to me.

"Sure! Uh, yeah, sure. Thanks!" I was somewhat flustered, but I tried. 

Cameron laughed and stood up, still holding onto my hand, and pulling me with him towards the door. I had to laugh and tell him to calm down or he'll rip my arm out. 

"Monica and Aaron are waiting! Come on!" He playfully responded. 



So, just like that, my issues with Cameron were basically sorted out. The first few moments around Monica were a bit weird, but we smoothed into it after a couple shared interactions during breakfast. I still would of preferred her not be there, but she didn't really take anything away. As for the day, we agreed we’d just walk around and see if anything comes to mind. Sounded easy enough.

We all left the dining hall, and the four of us walked towards the lake. Once we left the hall, I realized how gorgeous of a day it was. Every day has been so far, but today felt different. It felt so much more… adventurous. Warm and comforting. The air was like a soft blanket that just came out of the drier. When I'd have a bad day, I'd put my blanket in the drier for like 20 minutes, and take it out, just so I can snuggle under it, and I'd be blessed. 

“I’ve never seen a lake before I came here.” Cameron said, admiring the view we had of the lack in front of us. It stretched out forever, and it was a gorgeous blue. We don't have views like this one in the city. 

“Really? Not once?” I asked.

“Nope. Never traveled much honestly. Rest of my family do. I don’t though.”

“Why is that?”

Cameron shrugged, still admiring the view. “I’m not sure. Whenever they have to go somewhere for my brothers games, they always give me the option. But I never have the home to myself. The only time I do is when they go out, so I choose to stay I guess. Great way to relax.”

That was fair, I thought to myself.

“Plus, it feels amazing to walk around the house naked, free balling.” Cameron added, causing me to laugh.

“I’m sure it is.”

“My mom’s really into music too, and she has these really nice speakers that you can hear throughout the entire house. Since no one’s home, I can just blast my music and walk around free. Eat when and where I want, do whatever... I actually really look forward to it, now that I think of it."

I looked at Cameron. His white skin, glimmering in the tall bright sky. Looking on towards the horizon. I felt like I understood him in the moment, like a connection was made. I rested my head on his shoulder, and held his other with my hand. We shared a stare into the crystal blue lake. It's one of the warmest memories I have of the entire camp. A pure moment looking into the uncontaminated lake with someone I felt a genuine, strengthened connection to on a day that felt like a warm blanket coming out of the drier. 

After the sentimental moment past, we moved on and talked among the 4 of us. Talked about the camp so far.

“I’m really enjoying it. Everyone seems really nice, except for the Twins sometimes.” I said.

“I can’t tell if I like the twins or not. They’re bitches, but I feel they improve the experience.” Monica said

“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one who's balls are getting busted!” Cameron said jokingly, but also honestly.

“What’s wrong with a little ballbusting?” I asked, playfully tapping Cameron’s balls through his thin sweatpants. He recoiled and grunted as he laughed, holding his bulge, doubled over a bit more than slightly.

“It’s not always the greatest thing to experience!” Cameron said, a playful mix of fun and sick. He straightened up, hand still holding his soft bulge. The grimace on his face was pretty cute. 

“Yeah, but what if other people enjoy it? Doesn’t that mean anything?” Monica asked.

“Yeah Cameron. Don’t be so selfish, come on.” Aaron joked.

“Don’t be so selfish?" Cameron replied, playing along. "Man, they’re MY balls!” Cameron said laughing.

I laughed too, thinking about Cameron's balls. I liked that little tap I gave him, and I liked seeing him hold that little bump on his sweats.

“They’re the groups balls.” Aaron said correcting him, causing us all to laugh.

“Oh really? I don’t even have possession of my own balls?” Cameron asked jovially.

"What if a friend needs a pair of stress balls to get through the day?" I asked. "You wouldn't, deny him would you?" 

Cameron looked at me with a raised eye. He laughed then shook his head. "No, I guess I wouldn't." He didn't sound quite as confident as he sounded earlier, but it made him look even cuter. 

I smirked, and looked down, happy with myself for thinking about bringing this up. I looked over him, walking forward a hand holding his neck. Staring forward, side of his face curled in a smile. I made sure no one else was paying attention, and made a ballsy move. I moved my hand to his crotch and grabbed his junk. 

I made sure to watch his face to see his reaction. His freckled face shifted a bit, and he pulled his body back, with a hand quickly holding my wrist, but looked over to me and straightened quickly. He lifted his hand, then smiled and looked back forward, not acting any differently. We walked forward, Cameron letting me feel his fleshy sack and meaty stick in my hand. Rolling my hands around, watching him squirm a bit when I moved his balls a bit too uncarningly. They were still really sore, and they felt pretty hefty. It was a great feeling. I let go before anyone else noticed, or it gets awkward. 

“The counselors seem pretty cool too.” I said.

“Oh yeah. They all seem really nice, really chill.” Cameron strained out, now holding onto his nuts.

“I’m still trying to figure out who’s sexier between Josh and Diego.” Monica said laughing.

“Josh.” Aaron said without much thought.

“See, I’m not sure. Josh is a cuter person... I think, but I feel Diego is better looking.” I added.

“Yeah, I see that. Josh is just so happy, excitable. He’s almost like a puppy.” Aaron said admiringly.

“I know! I felt so bad yesterday when I kicked Josh in the nuts from behind. I was caught up in the moment, and saw the opportunity for some fun. But after the moment settled in, I felt like I kicked a puppy.” Monica said a bit sadly.

“Aww. Don’t worry, he’s okay now.” Cameron said giving Monica a little hug, trying to comfort Monica. I sneakily grabbed Cameron’s nuts and gave a quick squeeze, causing him to tense and pull back a bit. He shot a look over at me as he pulled off Monica as slyly as he could, bending over slightly. His look said 'Now is not the best time!'

But I knew that. I wanted to remind him that I'm here, and he's given me his balls for the day. 


We carried on. Silent sometimes, other times not. But regardless of the noise, it was chill. I feel like we all enjoyed each others presence when it came down to it.

I remember looking over to Aaron. He’s wearing that blue shirt with the anchor and balloon again. I really like that symbol. Wearing nice shorts too, shorts you’d expect to see be worn in a well off neighborhood during the warmer summer days. He looked at me with his blue eyes and smiled. I returned the gesture.

“So Cevin. Tell us something we don’t know.” Aaron asked.

“Tell us something… that we don’t know?” I restated.

“Yeah.”

I thought... and I suddenly forgot everything ever.

“Uhhh… but you know everything Aaron.”

Aaron laughed and pushed me playfully. "Shut up! Come on, give us something!"

“Hmmm…” Was thinking. A bit of silence. “Oh. When I was like 7 or 8, me and some family went on a cruise.”

“Oh shit really?” Cameron asked.

“Yeah. Week long cruise to Bermuda. It was lovely, we stopped at Florida on the way, went to Disney and Universal.”

“Damn, that sounds nice.” Monica said.

“Yeah, it was.” I said, thinking back on it. “It was me and my mom. My mom’s sister. Her husband, and her two sons. That was the first time I really hung out with my cousins.”

“How are they?” Aaron asked.

“Pretty all right. Really nice people, especially the older one. He’s always so friendly. Really started appreciating him from there on.” I said fondly.

“I wish I could’ve went on a cruise. This is actually my first ‘vacation’.” Cameron said with air quotes around vacation.

I looked at him. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. My parents aren’t too well off, we never really go anywhere unless we have business there. Like my brother’s game, or family get together. So, hearing you went on a cruise, is like… the coolest thing ever.”

I looked at Cameron, thinking. “..You know. It’s kinda strange to think about. We’ve had entirely different lives. Entirely different experiences, different everything almost. And the only reason we know each other is based on the luck that we both went to same exact camp at the exact same time.”

I continued. “And despite how different our lives have been... we still get along like there’s nothing to distinguish each other. Like we’ve known each other our entire lives. It’s… it says something, I’m sure.” 

“Yeah. It definitely means something.” Cameron said, rubbing my shoulder. I smiled. 

It means that it doesn’t matter where you’re born. Because that doesn’t mean that’s where you belong.

On we went. On, and on. Lost track of time by this point, I’ve no idea how long it’s been. But I know I didn’t want to have to go back. To the right of me, I saw Aaron looking around, enjoying the scenery. And honestly, the scenery there was always lovely. Nature looked so different then how it looks in the city. It's hard to describe, but it looked more... alive, more real. It kinda had its own pulse here. In the city, there's so much else to clog the air. Here, nature could breath.

As I looked to the left of me, at Cameron and Monica. I saw Monica being touchy with Cameron. Not saying anything, just touching. Her hand was on his waist, they were close together. Cameron didn't seem to be against this. Her head was resting on him, and I wanted her to not.

“Yo, let’s have a race.” I said, first thing that came to mind.

“A race?” Cameron asked.

“Yeah, all 4 of us. Point A to Point B. Whoever gets to Point B first wins. They’ll get… something.”

“Something?” Aaron asked laughing.

“Yeah. Something. We’ll figure that out when I win.” I said laughing with Aaron.

“Okay… from where to where? Monica asked. I looked around. I picked a random spot down the the path we were on.

“Let’s go there and figure it out.” We went there and figured it out. We picked a point A. Right after, we picked a point B.

“Okay, 3… 2…1-“ And with that, Aaron ran.

“WOAH, CALMSTOP!” I said aloud, causing Aaron to slam on the brakes. He turned around, with an expression that expressed confusion.

“What happened?”

“Dude, you went early.” I said.

“What? No, I went when I was supposed to. 3 2 1 then I ran.”

“Bitch, wait for the go. 3 2 1 WAIT for the go, THEN you go.”

He looked at me, looking like I just recited a lost ritual. “What!? What’s the point of counting down if you’re just gonna go on go?” He asked.

“I don’t make the rules.” I said.

“What do you mean?! You just made the rule!”

“Bitch, shut up.” I said laughing. “Wait for the go!”

“Fine, fine…” Aaron said, returning to point A.

“If it means anything, I side with Aaron on this dispute.” Cameron said.

“It means absolutely nothing!” 

“Yeah, especially since Cevin’s right.” Monica added.

“THANK YOU!” I motioned my satisfied hands to her.

“But… What’s point of counting down?” Aaron asked.

“So we all wait together!” Monica said.

“But, if you’re going to go on go, you say Ready, Set, Go... That’s the same as doing the 3 2 1. Both have 3 intervals! Red, yellow, green! But your twisted version has 4! It's not red, yellow, blue, then green!”

I just started at him, with an unblinking eye. I had to find my response. 

“This is how it’s always been done, no idea where you’ve been.” 

“Doing something just because it’s how it’s always been done is a terrible reason to do something.” Cameron said, getting an appraisal from Aaron.

I stared at both of them. Monica spoke first. "Now we're bringing culture into this?"

Cameron replied. "Everything is culture. Culture defines-"

“Okay, shut up! We’ll do Ready Set Go.” I said, interrupting Cameron.

“So, now we’re changing it up?” Aaron said smiling.

“Yeah, sure.” I said, wanting to move on.

“Why are we changing it up now, we just agreed on what we’re gonna do!?” Cameron proclaimed.

“BECAUSE YOU GUYS ARE GOING ON ABOUT INTERVALS AND CULTURE AND SHIT!!!” I screamed, losing my mind.

Aaron and Cameron laughed at my expression. “Okay, okay. Are we doing 3 2 1, or Ready Set Go?” Asked Cameron.

I stared at him. “You know what, screw you guys. We’re going back to the 3 2 1 Go!”

“What? You were just ready to come back to reality, what happened?” Aaron asked with a shit eating grin.

In a peculiar tone, Cameron added “Yah, whattup wit dat?” 

I couldn’t help but laugh. I bent my head, closed my eyes, and pinched the bridge of my nose. My other hand was at my thigh. 

“I fucking hate you guys.” I said laughing.

I felt Cameron rub my shoulder as I peeked, still looking down. “Man, we’re ju-“ Cameron started saying before I cut him off with a honestly, pretty gentle swing of my fingers to his testicles, causing him to double over and grunt.

“Ohhh… Mah baaawwlls.” Cameron said laughing, as his knee lied on the floor.

“Correction. Our Balls.” Aaron said, causing us to laugh.

“Yeah. I just smacked our balls, and Cameron has to pay the price. Isn’t that tragic?” I said, keeping the group laughter up.

“Does that mean, that Cameron’s kids are our kids too?” Monica asked.

“I ain’t paying no child support. And I know Tim isn’t either!” I said laughing. Nothing like a bit of casual racism to brighten the day.

“OH MY GOD CEVIN!” Monica yelled out in good spirits.

“That’s fucking savage.” Cameron croaked, chuckling a bit too. 

Aaron’s hand was in front of his mouth, trying not to laugh.

“What… what were we doing?” I asked aloud. “Oh yeah, race! OKAY, WE’RE GONNA, use… Ready Set Go. Are we okay with that?” I asked everyone. Everyone nodded with a smile and got in position. Cameron got there, and cringed as he tried to stretch out a bit.

"My fucking nuts... this is unfair, I've been handicapped." Cameron said, creating more laughter.

"Side effect of donating your balls to the group. Tough Pickles." I said.

"Tough Pickles?" Cameron asked aloud. "Tough PICKLES!!??" He asked again, louder. Monica began laughing horribly loud. I began laughing too.

"Who the fuck says tough PICKLES?!" Cameron asked, laughing himself.

"Dude, this is the guy who uses both letters and numbers to countdown. Rules do not apply to Cevin." Aaron said laughing.

I laughed and feigned an attack on Aaron, who was next to me. In an impressive over exaggeration, he shrieked and covered up to protect himself from my fake assault. I laughed and moved my arms around him in a friendly manner.

"Not gonna hurt you, don't worry haha..." I said holding Aaron, as he rubbed his head on my arm. I looked up at Cameron and with my other arm pointed as I said "But as for YOU!" which got some laughs. "Watch yourself. Be grateful you're still standing."

"Yes, thank you Cevin for having mercy on the groups balls." Cameron said laughing.

I bowed and stood ready next to Aaron. I looked at everyone, and we looked ready. "We run on go." I said, and everyone nodded looking forward.

“Okay… Ready… Set…GO!” and we all ran to point B. It wasn’t too long of a run, basically a short sprint. I thought for sure I’d win. But I can’t always be right.

Aaron actually managed to win the race, somehow.

Aaron screamed as he reached point B first. “WOOOOAAAAHHHH!! IS THIS HOW VICTORY FEELS? IT FEELS AMAZING!” Aaron yelled, jumping up and down very enthusiastically. I laughed.

“Yes, yes it is. And you won a… something. I don’t know.” I said catching my breath.

Aaron looked at me with a large grin. He seemed really happy he won. I couldn’t help but smile with him. “All right man. What do you want?” I asked.

He gave it some thought. “Like, I can pick anything?” He asked.

“Yeah, sure. Within reason of course. Something we can be of assistance with. That sounds fine, right guys?” I asked. Cameron and Monica nodded.

Aaron gave some thought. “Anything, right?” He asked, looking right at me.

“Yeah man. Don’t worry, anything you want.” I said with a smile.

He nodded. Some more thought, as he looked away from me, but kept on glancing up. Then around, then settling on me again. “… Okay. I know what I want.”

“Well, don’t keep us in suspense. What is it?” Monica asked.

Aaron looked down. “I… I want…” He seemed a bit scared to say it. We waited for him to feel up to it.

“...I want a kiss.” He said, looking down still. Still, no one said anything. We just stared at him.

Aaron looked up, unsure but steady. He was staring right at me, as he took a breath.

“...From you, Cevin…”

I did not expect that. I was at a loss.

“Never mind, sorry. I shouldn’t of said that.” Aaron said very embarrassed, as he looked down trying to hide his face.

“No, don’t be.” I quickly asserterd. I walked up to him. I looked into his eyes as he looked up and into mine with his full baby blues. They stared deep, and I knew this was what he actually wanted. I closed my eyes and moved in for a kiss he could enjoy. And it happened. My lips against his, we shared ourselves. I pulled back, and looked at him and his lips. Aaron’s dimply smile lit up my day. He looked really happy. I had to smile with him.

“Thank you.” He said, looking back down.

I touched his chin and moved it up, so he could look at me. “My pleasure, Aaron.” I gently touched his cheek with my hand, and hopefully made his day.


After this we all agreed that we were hungry and should have brought snacks with us. But we didn’t, so we decided to head back to get something to eat. We talked on the way, but I thought a lot about Aaron. I was at a bit of a crossroads. I liked him, I did. But… he’s not Cameron. I didn’t want to do anything with Aaron because I felt that if I did, it could potentially interfere with Cameron, and I didn’t want that. I feel a bit selfish for thinking like that, but it’s how I felt.

And not only that... but with Cameron, we jumped into sexual shit really soon. And the next day it went so poorly. I was a bit worried about that happening again. I know there was more time between me and Aaron, and he's obviously into me. But I was scared. I might've just used this as an excuse. I'm not sure.

I pulled Aaron a bit back, so I could talk to him privately. “Hey, can we talk man?”

“Yeah, of course Cevin. What’s up?” He asked smiling.

Looking at him, I didn’t want to let him down. He looked so happy, but I felt it was for the best. “I want you to know, that I do think you’re awesome, I really do. And I…” I wasn’t sure what to say next. I looked at him and he looked at me attentively.

“…I want you to be happy and everything, which is why I think it’s best if I be honest with you. I’m not interested in anything... happening” I said looking at him. When what I said settled in, I could the hurt grow on his face. I instantly felt terrible.

“Aaron, you’re a great guy, you really are. And I’m sorry, but I feel like honesty is the best here.” I said, pulling him in for a hug, holding him tightly. He responded with his own, moving his hand behind my back, pulling me in, and connecting with his other hand. “I’m sorry" I said into his ear.

Some silence, and he let go, and I did too. He looked at me and forced a smile. “I get it. There’s Cameron too-”

I didn’t want him to think that. “No, no that’s not-”

“No. I understand, it’s fine. Really, it is.” Aaron said with a more natural smile. I could still tell he was a bit let down, but he took it well. “Thank you for being upfront.”

I nodded. “Is there anything else I can do for you? Anything you’d like?” I asked sincerely.

He thought for a bit, and said “Yeah. Honestly, I’d really like to kick you in the balls. Like, a free kick, legs spread, set it up and everything. No strings attached.”

I laughed. “Okay man, that’s fine. Not right now though. Rain check on kicking my balls, if that’s okay.” I said, laughing with Aaron.

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll bring it up again later.” Aaron said.

I smiled, and we caught back up with Cameron and Monica. I snuck up to Cameron, and grabbed his bulge, causing him to jump. I let go instantly and started laughing.

“Fucking you, scared the shit out of me!” Cameron said laughing, caressing his boys.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let anyone take what’s ours.” I said laughing.

“Thanks. Nice to know someone got our back.” Cameron said, joining me in laughter.

It was really nice to just randomly grab Cameron’s manhood. It was so much fun to touch, and he’s been a great sport about me molesting him.

We headed back, and eventually got to the where we can get some food and whatnot. There's a couple of dining area's the counselors made sure we knew about. They all had a sign next to them, labeled with an x made out of wood. There's one main dining hall, but a bunch more smaller ones scattered around. We were told they all had food that we could have at if we were in the area.

Anyways, we peeked inside and saw Tim and Alexa talking. We watched for a bit, and saw Tim making a move.

“Oh, he’s about to get his balls busted.” I said.

“What? Why would she bust Tim, she probably wants him.” Monica said.

“Yeah. I think he’ll be getting something not painful.” Cameron added.

“No, Cevin’s right, just you watch.” Aaron replied.

“Okay, we gotta bet something! What do we want to bet?” Monica asked quickly.

“Well… we agreed Cameron’s balls are the groups balls. So, let’s bet that.” I said laughing.

“Oh, so if Tim gets busted, I get busted too? That’s how this’ll work?!” Cameron asked with a laugh.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I said looking at him. He casually shrugged.

“All right. My bal-, sorry. OUR balls are on the line!” 

We watched, and saw as Tim’s hand moved on Alexa’s body. She kept eye contact and moved up to him. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down, so she can whisper in his ear. She said something, then WHAM, knee in the balls.

“FUCKING CALLED IT!” I said

“Jesus fucking Christ…” Cameron said laughing.

Tim fell on the floor, his strong muscles of absolutely no assistance. Alexa walked past him and left, through what I assume was the back door, leaving Tim in agony on the floor.

“Well… Rock Paper Scissors?” I said to the group. Monica and Aaron agreed.

“Okay… JUST TO MAKE SURE… we are doing Rock Paper Scissors and we go on SHOOT. ROCK PAPER SCISSORS AND SHOOT.” I said, smiling.

“Okay, okay. We go on the 4^th interval, like some kind of barbarians.” Aaron said, causing us to laugh.

“Shut up. We ready?" I asked. Monica and Aaron were in their battle ready stances. 

I sighed out. "Rock! Paper! Scissors, and Shoot!” 

Me and Monica had rock. Aaron had Paper.

“WOAH! I’M UNSTOPPABLE!” Aaron declared. I laughed.

“So it appears.” I replied.

Aaron looked at Cameron. “Come on pretty boy. Spread ‘em!” I laughed at Aaron’s new found swagger. Cameron did too.

“All right, all right. Don’t break ‘em though! The group needs their balls.” Cameron said as everyone laughed.

Cameron spread his legs and pulled his sweats up a bit. He waited for Aaron to complete the interaction.

“Does it have to be a kick?” Aaron asked.

“Up to Cameron.” I said.

“Nah, up to you. Just one strike though, no squeeze action.”

Aaron nodded. He walked up to Cameron and thought a bit. Aaron nodded again, and reared his fist back, then shook his head. He got on his knees, and looked up at Cameron. Cameron smiled and nodded his head. Aaron looked back down at Cameron's sweats and eyed his crotch. Aaron brought his fist up and angled it the way he wanted to. Bringing it slowly to Cameron's groin, feeling where his balls are. He found them, then feigned some strikes, getting a feel for it. Then, unexpectedly, he sent his fist flying through the air, uppercutting Cameron’s balls into his bony body. 

Cameron let out a squeal as he crossed his knees, sent his hands to his flattened testicles, and fell straight to the floor, all in one motion. It was remarkably efficient, to be honest. I watched his forehead dig into the ground, as his legs shifted in pain. To be more honest, I can't help but think about how hot he is when he squirms. 

“Fuck…” He groaned, then letting out a terrible whimper.

“Damn. You got our balls good.” Monica said, causing everyone but Cameron to laugh.

He definitely did. Cameron moved one hand away from his groin, only keeping one to hold his delicate nuts. His other moved to the floor, keeping him up. I love looking at the guys groin after they get busted. The way they cradle their aching manhood. Trying to comfort themselves, and the visual of them holding what makes them a man. It’s one thing to know it’s there, it’s another to see the guy hold it. 

Cameron tried to stretch out a bit, moving both hands to the floor and extending his legs as he cried out in pain.

“Crap…” He whimpered, almost breathlessly, as he put his redhead on the floor again.

“All right, me and the boxer here will go inside and bring some food out for us all.” Monica said as she and Aaron went inside. I took a look inside and saw Tim lying on the floor still. I laughed.

It was just me and Cameron outside now.

“Cameron. It didn’t bother you that I kissed Aaron, did it?” I asked.

“No, what the fuck?” Cameron pushed out in pain. On all fours, collecting himself. I smiled at the image and walked around. I saw an opportunity, and remembered that today… I have two stress balls to take advantage of. And the more I take advantage of them, the hotter Cameron gets. 

I got a very short running start, and kicked those stress balls between Cameron's legs from behind, which definitely caught him off guard.

Cameron hollered as my foot connected with his dangling orbs from behind, and he fell instantly on the floor, pulling his legs and hands in to protect himself.

“OH MY GOD!” He yelled loudly, as he rolled on the floor, writhing, trying to nurse his nuts. Attacking the floor, gasping.

“What the fuck dude…” He asked pitifully, cheek on the floor. His face was red and expressing a large amount of discomfort. 

“Hey, we agreed to this!” I laughed as Cameron rolled and flopped in agony on the floor. 

He cried out, shifting and moaning before he pulled his forearm to his head “…fuck you dude…”

I laughed, but did feel a bit bad over it. It was uncalled for, even though it's within the guidelines of our arrangement. “Okay, let’s get you up now. We gotta get you ready to eat.” I said as I bent over and rolled him on his back. He moved the hand on his head down to his stomach. I could see that his green eyes were watery. 

"I'm gonna vomit dude..." Cameron groaned on his back. He lied there, one hand holding his bulge and the other over his stomach. He closed his eyes, and a couple tears roll down his red face. He let out a few coughs and brought both hands to his bulge and whined softly, shifting uncomfortably. I rubbed his belly, and tried to soothe his pain a bit, realizing I really went a bit too hard. 

"Fuck, sorry man. I didn't mean to hurt you this bad..." I said sincerely. I moved my hand up and down Cameron's tensed abdomen, feeling his warmth and pain. 

"Ugh... I know... but god..." He moaned painfully. I stared at his face and saw his cute red face was still in a mask of pain. I looked up to see if Monica and Aaron were back yet. They weren’t so I leaned in, and moved my other hand to Cameron's soft face. Gently touching his cheek with my finger tips, feeling small hairs I didn't even know were there. Cameron opened his eyes and looked at me with eyes that told me this was okay, even if he was in nasty pain. I leaned in and kissed him, reimmersing myself in that electricity I felt the first day of camp. It still felt like magic.

I pulled back, and saw him open his green eyes.

“Hope that made you feel a bit better.” I said smiling, still rubbing his belly.

Cameron smiled painfully then rolled over a bit, as I still rubbed his belly. "Yeah, but..." he began, as he started to dry heave. Then he let some nasty looking liquid out of his mouth, and I cringed. 

"Don't tell me that kiss made you vomit..." I said, trying to make a joke. 

"No, no! It wasn't-" 

"I know, it was a crap joke." I mummered. "I know it makes you feel sick... but I didn't think it would actually make you throw up.." I said, feeling like a dipshit.

"We both learned... something new today..." Cameron said with as he turned to me. He wipped some of the nasty off of his smile, and it made me chuckle a bit. 

Just then Monica and Aaron came out with food.

“Why isn’t he up yet?” Monica asked.

“Good question” I said, smiling at Cameron. I stood up, and extended my arm to lift Cameron up. He took it and got up, stumbling. One hand still on his bulge, but he was gonna manage. 

“Let’s sit over there.” Aaron said, looking at a table with 4 seats. I helped Cameron over to the table, skillfully evading the throw up, and sat him down. He thanked me and I sat next to him, across from Aaron. Monica gave everyone a cold sandwich and a water bottle.

We sat and ate, talked a bit. Monica said how she asked Tim if he wanted to join us, but he declined. Glad he declined, I’m more than happy with the group we have now. I looked over at the lake next to us. I think I made out the cabin all some distance away on the left side of the horizon.

“Hey. Why don’t we go swimming?” I asked.

“I’d be down." Cameron said.

“Me too.”

“I uhhh don’t have a bathing suit or anything..." Aaron said.

“That’s fine, just wear your boxers or something. No one cares.” I said.

Aaron seemed hesitant. “Ehhh… I don’t want to go in the water. You guys can though.”

“You sure?” Cameron asked.

“Yeah. It’s fine, don’t worry.” Aaron said with a smile.

“I don’t want to go swimming if Aaron isn’t.” Monica said sweetly.

“No, no. Please, it’s fine. I wouldn’t want you guys to miss out because of me.”

“Fine… I guess we HAVE to have fun now. THANKS AARON.” I said blaming Aaron sarcastically, causing laughter.

We finished eating, then Cameron asked if we could wait a bit before swimming. He claimed ball pain, and wanted it to die down a bit. We agreed and sat there for some minutes, before we walked towards the lake. Cameron limped. 

When in front of the lake, Monica took off her clothes, and was left in only her bra and panties. I’m gay, but I recognized she looked pretty good. Cameron took off his clothes, revealing his very fine body. And he was wearing tight American eagle boxers too, so that’s always nice. I was wearing a well fitting pair of Tommy Hilfiger's underneath my clothes. The 3 of us went in the lake, and I was a bit worried that Cameron might need help to stay afloat at first. Aaron lied down next to our clothes.

The water was colder today then it was yesterday, but that didn't matter really. We had some fun, splashed the water around. Talked about life, about camp. Mostly about life though. Monica talked about how she had a boyfriend before, but didn’t really like him too much. She felt she had to be in a relationship, so just went with it. She broke up after a few months with him. Cameron talked about how he’s had a girlfriend before too, but didn’t really like her either. She really liked him and he didn’t know how to let her down. When it was my turn, they were surprised that I’ve never been with anyone.

“Really? Never had a boyfriend or anything?” Monica asked.

“Nope, never. Never really wanted one before, and I didn’t want to force myself into one.”

“That’s good. Should only be in one if you’re ready and want one. Good for you.” Cameron said.

“Thanks. It just feels like something you shouldn’t force, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.” Monica said.

“Plus, I really didn’t… understand I was gay until a year or so ago, so I really couldn’t be in a real relationship before that. I was told that I’m supposed to like girls, and just kept on waiting and waiting... meanwhile I look at the boys in my class, and they just look so much nicer. I felt it was just gonna click one day, but it never did.”

“I wondered about that.” Cameron said. “Like, how do you realize your gay? Society is very... straight, in a sense, and that’s a bad thing. It’s normal for boys to like girls, and vice versa. But they don’t do a good job on educating kids about being gay, or whatever. It’s almost like they just don’t like talking about it, they like to pretend it doesn’t exist. I feel that’s bad. It confuses kids because they just don’t feel the way they’re told they’re supposed to. ”

“Yeah, I totally resonate with that. It’s shitty, but there’s more shows now that talk about that kind of stuff. So it’s getting better.” I replied.

“Yeah, definitely. It still sucks that you're kinda told you're supposed to feel a certain way. Boys liking boys isn't wrong, but it almost feels like it is. Being happy is what should matter, and that's what should be encouraged.” Cameron said.

"Yeah... for sure!" Monica said.

That was a surprisingly deep talk for a swim.

The rest of the conversation was more lighthearted, laughing. Really got around to liking Monica a lot more. We splished, splashed and laughed.

"Don't splash me you bitch." I jokingly threw at Monica, along with some water.

"AHH! THIS IS WAR!" Monica cried as she began retaliating.

"AHHH!" I screamed as I tried to win the war.

Cameron then began snacking water at the both of us.

"WHAT THE FUCK CAMERON!" I cried out, realizing his 2 front war.

"I WILL NOT PLAY FAVORITES! RAAAAAAA"

We stopped fighting in a mutually agreed ceasefire. The war is still technically going on.

"Cameron."

"Yes, Cevin?"

"When Apple makes a car, would it have Windows?" I asked.

Cameron looked at me confused.

"If we didn't agree to a ceasefire, I'd blast you. That's fucking terrible, Cevin." Monica said. I laughed heavily.

"I don't get it." Cameron replied, looking confused still.

Monica explained the crappy operating system joke that's too nerdy for Cameron to understand.

"Oh.. that's fucking terrible. Fucking nerd." Cameron said laughing.

I raised my hands in defeat. "Guilty as charged."

"What is the least spoken language in the world?" Cameron asked.

I shrugged. "Cambodian."

"Sign Language."

"Oh my God!" Monica groaned. "You too?"

"That was so disgusting, I'm going to be sick."I said as I turned away, sick in jest and saw Aaron lying on the sand. I forgot about Aaron and felt bad that he wasn't a part of this.

"That was so bad, I'm going to go. I can't share the same body of water as someone so shameless." I said, leaving.

"PUSSY!" Cameron cried out as I left.

I laughed and while soaking wet, walked up next to Aaron. He looked at me, and looked me up and down. He smirked.

“I like the look.” He said.

I looked down and saw the outline of my junk in the drenched undies. I blushed and sat down. “Thanks.” I said lowly.

“Don’t be so shy, you’ve nothing to be ashamed of.” He said, smacking my shoulder.

“Shut up…” I said grinning.

“Had a nice swim?”

“Yeah. Monica’s really grown on me. Much better than last night. Maybe she’s trying to be nicer or something, I don’t know. But I’m almost kinda glad she came along.” I said honestly.

Aaron nodded. “That’s great to hear! She does seem pretty all right. Today’s been really nice so far. Really feel like we’ve gotten to know each other better.”

I looked at Aaron and smiled. “Yeah, for sure man. Does remind me though…” As I looked at his shirt. "I really like that shirt. A hot air balloon with an anchor at the bottom. I love it, where did you get it?”

Aaron smiled. “I really like it too, I’m glad you do. It’s actually from my favorite band. Modest Mouse.”

“Modest Mouse? I heard of them I think. Float On, right?”

“Yeah, that’s them.” He said laughing. “The rest of their music isn’t like that though. It’s actually kind of ironic, their most popular song is the most upbeat, happy and feel good song like ever. It's funny because they are characteristically a very… not so happy band.”

“A lot of sad songs?”

“You could say that.” He said laughing. “But, this symbol here.” He said pointing to his shirt. “It’s the album cover for their album ‘We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank’, which is a very Modest Mouse name for an album.”

I laughed. “What do you mean?”

“Well… the album that Float On is from, is called ‘Good News For People Who Like Bad News’, which is a lovely name for an album.” I laughed at hearing this.

“And a lot of their lyrics are kinda… clever like that. Another of their albums is called ‘No One’s First and You’re Next’”

“I like that a lot.” I said smiling.

“Me too! It’s pretty funny, and they’re really good. Really smart band. My favorite!” Aaron said, with a bit of pride.

“What’s your favorite band?” He asked after some thought.

I sat back. “Well, I really like Metal a lot. System of a Down is great, Slipknot, Korn. That kind of stuff. I like everything really, but I like them the most.”

“I actually really like Korn. Falling Away From Me is my shit.” Aaron said with a smile.

“Yooo, I LOVE THAT song. Here to Stay is my favorite though.”

Aaron waved his finger. “Oh damn, that song has such a sick flow. ‘This-state-is-el-a-va-ting-as-the-hurt-turns-in-to-hate-ing, An-tis-a-pat-ing-all-the FUCKED! UP! FEELINGS AGAIN!’” We both sang in tune and flow.

I laughed and clapped. "Haha, it’s so good! You know, I didn’t even realize it. But I really miss listening to music. I haven’t listened to anything since I got here. I don’t even know if I packed any earphones. Or anything actually.”

“Man, whenever you want, let me know. I wouldn’t be caught dead without it on me when I leave the house. I got some good tunes you’d really like.” Aaron said.

“All right, how about now?” I asked smiling.

“Sure!” Aaron said pridefully, taking out his phone and ear buds. “Want to listen to some Modest Mouse?”

“Yeah! Give me something I’d enjoy!” I said, excited to hear some tunes.

“Hmmm…” Aaron said, scrolling through his phone. “AH! This is one of my favorite, and it feels like perfect weather for it!”

“Alright, gimmie!” I said, moving my hand towards him.

“It’s called Ocean Breathes Salty”

“Ha, that’s great. I already love it!” I said as I put the earbuds in my ear.

I still remember exactly the how the music felt as I heard it, how everything looked while listening to it. The long, unique guitar sounds, the first words that man sang. I remember moving my head with it, and looking at the horizon. The beautiful blue that stretched forever into the similarly colored blue that stretched over me. The various, puffy white shapes above that moved gracefully. I took it all in, and loved everything. That song, and how it felt at the moment, is probably the single best interaction I’ve had with music to this point. I’ve listened to a lot of music since I came back from Camp, including Ocean Breathes Salty, but nothing sounded as good and perfect as it did that day. I had no idea what he was saying that entire song, but I loved how it all sounded.

Well that is that, and this is this

If you tell me what you want, then I’ll tell you what you get

You get away from me! (get away from me!)

When I realized that’s what he said, I laughed pretty hard. But that entire song sounded absolutely perfect in the moment. The dip towards the middle, how it picked right back up soon after. The melancholic melody that somehow sounded happy still. The bright guitar and little weird "ooo ooo" that kept in the back of the chorus. It felt like a real summer song, for a real summer day.

As the song ended, I took out Aaron’s earbuds. “Yo, that was so fucking good, holy shit!”

“You liked it?!” He asked, looking and sounding full of joy. 

“Fuck yeah dude! Like, oh my god! All their music sounds like that?!?” I asked.

“They try and change it up, but this is Modest Mouse basically. Catchy melody, great lyrics and spacey sounds. They don’t always sound so bright though.”

“Yeah! That song sounded really bright and summery. I really liked it!” I said. “What was it called again?”

“Ocean Breathes Salty. It’s off ‘Good News for People who Like Bad News’”

“That’s an amazing name for an album. I hope I’ll remember that.” Spoiler alert, I did.

After a bit of time I looked back to the Lake without Modest Mouse coloring my ears, and saw Monica and Cameron leaving at the same time, talking to each other. Both were dripping wet. Monica’s undergarments were black, so you couldn’t really see through them. But luckily for me, Cameron was wearing a lighter shade of of undergarments. I could perfectly see the outline of his dick and balls. I know his dick is bigger than it looks now, so shrinkage is for sure playing a factor. The water was kinda cold. His balls were a bit bigger than I remembered them being on the first night... trauma equals swelling, right?

“Absolutely nothing left to the imagination for Cameron.” Aaron said.

“Yeah. Pretty sure his dick is bigger than that though.”

Cameron and Monica walked towards us.

“BIT COLD IN THERE, CAMERON?” I hollered jovially.

He looked down, and shook his head. “Fuck off.” He said laughing, covering his crotch. Monica looked down too and smirked.

“Don’t tell me that’s the normal size…” Monica said, teasing Cameron.

“I can assure you, it is not.” He said smiling.

“MHM, AS YOU SAY” I said with an exaggerated wink, causing Aaron and Monica to laugh.

Cameron just shook his head. Both of them lied down, Cameron next to me. We made eye contact, and I grabbed his bulge, soaking wet. It was nice to perfectly see the outline of what I was grabbing. I let go after a few seconds and lied down. From there on, we just sat there, relaxing for some time. Occasional comment, but we were chilling until, in the distance, we heard a

BBWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAWWWWAAAAAAAAAA....pffftttWWWAAAAAAAA

"Oh, shit the horn. Why's that being sounded?" Cameron asked.

"Diego told me and our group yesterday if we hear it, that means we should... congregate." Aaron replied

"Does that mean dinner?" Monica asked.

"Probably. We should head over anyways, see what's up." Aaron said as I stood up. We were still a bit wet, except for Aaron of course. But we put our clothes on, and headed to the main hall in a brisk pace. 

We sat down and ate, it was pretty all right. We had some food a bit earlier, but we didn't fill ourselves up, so this was welcomed. I talked to the girls and Tim, they seemed to of enjoyed their day. We didn't bring up the Tim situation with Alexa though. But, it was good to hear from them.

After dinner, counselors told us we can do whatever, just don’t die. We made no promises. The 4 of us walked around again, and talked. Until, Monica came up with an idea.

“Hey, let’s play truth or dare.”

We all looked at each other. No one seemed against it. So, we were all for it. We all sat down outside, by the lake and commenced.

“Who’ll go first?” Monica asked.

“I think I should ask first. I’ve earned it I think, by donating my balls to the group.” Cameron said.

“You didn’t donate, it’s just how it is.” I said, eliciting laughter. “But yeah, you can ask first. To whom, dost thou asketh… truth or dare?” I said with a smile.

He looked around.

“Cevin.”

"Hmmmm... Truth.”

“Hmmmm… what's your full name?”

"Cevin Nicholean Nebekic" I replied.

"Wow... Nicholean is your middle name? I love that haha."

"Really?" I asked Cameron.

"Yeah, it's really cool... Nicholean... I'm totally gonna call you that sometimes."

"Why?" 

Cameron shrugged. "I don't know. It... suits you. It looks right on you, and it's kinda cute..." Cameron said, ending his sentence a bit lower. He cleared his throat then asked me. "What did you say your last name was again?"

"Nebekic." I said, my cheeks a bit red.

"Cevin Nicholean Nebekic... Jesus, that sounds so fancy. You royalty or something?" Cameron asked with a laugh. 

"Haaaa no. Mom just wanted me to sound unique, one of a kind. That's why my name's spelt the way it is. Nebekic isn't even my mom's last name."

"Really? What is it?" Cameron asked.

"Matthews, haha."

"Wow, that's basic."

“That's what mom says... anyways, my turn, yes?” I asked. I got a nod in response.

I look around. “Monica.”

“Dare.”

“I dare you… to… take your bra off. You can keep your shirt on.”

She smiled at me, and unhooked her bra, then took it off, and twirling it around.

“Easy peasy. Aaron.” Monica said smiling at Aaron.

“Dare.”

“I dare you… to…” She looked around.

“I dare you to take your shirt off.”

Aaron obliged, taking his shirt off, revealing his upper body. It’s not too strong, but he’s slim and you can see the outline of where his abs would be if he worked out, especially as he grows a bit.

“Cevin.” He said.

I looked at him and answered “Dare.”

“I dare you… to take your shorts off.” I smiled and did so.

“Cameron.” I said.

“Dare.”

“Oh, how exciting. I dare you… to lick the floor.”

“That’s disgusting.” He said.

“Bitch, that’s the point. You picked dare, now you gotta do it.”

“Yeah, but… I thought you’d pick something more…”

“Painful?” I asked, finishing Cameron's statement.

He smiled. “Yeah, actually.”

“Okay, next time I’ll make sure the dare turns you red.” I said laughing.

Cameron shook his cute head and bent over. He waited a few seconds, breathed in and out, then licked the sand beneath us.

“OhGod!” He said, spitting out.

We all laughed. “That was painful!” He cried, disgusted, but in good spirits.

“Cevin.” He said soon after.

“Dare.” I said confidently.

Cameron smirked. “I dare you…to lick... my bawls.”

“DAMN.” I said, not expecting that.

“You picked Dare.” He said.

I smirked and shook my head. “Present them.”

Cameron smiled and reached into his sweats, and pulled his testicles out. The white wrinkly bag was before me. They actually weren't just white, they were pretty red. It was hard to see as the light was starting to come from the stars and moon alone, but I think I saw a small purple sploch on the right one. But regardless the color, it happened all of a sudden, me seeing his bare balls. It was nice to see.

“Come on. It don’t bite.” He said smiling, shaking them a bit, but grunted as his sack smacked against his leg. We all laughed, and I leaned in. I focused on them for a bit, then I extended my tongue and licked his balls with my tongue, It wasn’t a small little licky either. It was a slobbering, slurping lick. It tasted about how I expected balls to taste like. I pulled back and looked at him. Quickly, I playfully shot my hand out and smacked his balls with my fingers. Cameron let out a cry, and covered his balls laughing.

“Owwwww!” He said, bent over. He wheezed a bit, and let out a strained laugh.

I smirked at the sight then refocused. “All right. Aaron.” I said looking away from Cameron now.

“Dare.”

“I dare you… to…”I looked around, glossing over the hunched Cameron. “I dare you to kiss Monica.”

Both looked flabbergasted.

“This ain’t no bamboozle. Aaron, Monica. Kiss.” I said as seriously as I could while using the word bamboozle in a sentence.

They looked at each other and shrugged. They got close, and gave each other a decent kiss.

“Okay.” Aaron pulled back, thinking. “Cameron.”

“Truth.” He said, with a grimace on.

“Are you bi?”

Cameron lowered his head, not saying anything. He seemed to be thinking before he spoke. He then spoke, a bit hesitantly. "Labels are... kinda dumb. But, I don't know. Maybe." He turned to Monica quickly after that. "Monica, truth or dare." 

“Dare.”

“I dare you… to… lick Cevin’s nipple.” We all started laughing.

“What the fuck man” I said through my laughter.

“Hey. Dare is a Dare. You present your nipple and you will get it licked.”

“Fine fine…” I said laughing still, taking my shirt off.

Monica laughed too. “I’ve always dreamed of this moment!” Monica joked, getting us all to laugh. She did what was asked of her, got close and slobbered all over my nipple. It made me tingle.

“I actually don’t know if I liked that or not.” I said after she pulled back, causing everyone to laugh.

“Okay...” Monica said laughing. “Aaron.”

“Truth.”

“Have you ever been in a relationship? Yes, that kind.”

Aaron shook his head. “No. Never. Cameron.” He said, looking at Cameron.

Cameron wrestled with ideas in his head. “Dare.”

“I dare you… to take your sweats off.” Aaron said smiling.

Cameron quickly obliged, and his sweats were off, revealing his underwear. He smiled and said “See? I told you it was just the water” as he jumped up and down in place, causing his bulge to jiggle. He apparently forgot what happened last time as he cursed under his breath and doubled slightly, holding his bulge.

"Hey, careful with our balls, okay?" I said playfully. We all laughed.

“Cevin.” Cameron said as he sat down carefully.

“Truth.”

“Do you want, to lick my balls?” He asked jokingly.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I want to lick your balls?” 

“Good point. My balls are really pretty awesome, aren’t they?” Cameron said confidently.

“Oh? I know your balls are pretty big from all the swelling, but come on…” I said smirking. Cameron smirked and shook his head.

“Nah, they’re always pretty big.” Cameron replied.

“Yeah, of course big boy.” Said Monica.

“I’m serious!”

“Of course you are. Let’s move on, I don’t want to talk about your balls anymore. Uhh-”

“Sure, of course you don’t.” Cameron said, sounding unconvinced. 

“Oh?” I responded.

“Now, I ain’t saying anything… buuuttt I’m just saying that you probably think about my balls more than I do!”

I sat back in fake aghast. It was true, but I couldn’t let that slide. I heard Aaron snicker as I put on a mask.

“I beg your pardon?” I said.

“Did I stutter?” Cameron sassed. Aaron and Monica ‘oooohhh’d, and I knew this would not stand.

“Cameron. Truth or dare.” I said firmly.

Cameron gulped and stood true. “Dare.”

“Holy shit, the size of your balls…” Aaron said in awe.

“I guess Cameron doesn’t want children.” Monica said. “That sucks, he’d have some very pretty children.” I ended up laughing at that comment.

“Well, no pretty children for Cameron. And since, I just love to think about them so much, I really would like to feel them. I dare you to withstand 10 seconds of me squeezing those heavenly orbs.

“Amazing dare! Bravo!” Aaron proclaimed.

Cameron looked at me with a twisted smirk. He nodded his head and I could see some regret. He was going to have to swallow his pride.

“Okay. Let’s…do it, I guess. I can take it.” Cameron said as unconfidently as he possibly could. 

“Of course you can big boy.” I said. Cameron shook his head and stood up.

I stood up, following him and asked if he’s ready. He nodded and I breathed out. I looked down at his underwear and saw exactly where his balls were. I reached out and cupped them, but didn’t touch. Just on the outskirts of contact.

I moved in a bit, and looked up at Cameron. We were inches apart, and I could feel his breath delicately winding on my face as he looked at me. I moved my hand onto his balls, but put no pressure down. Cameron closed his eyes and mentally prepared himself.

Then, I felt his penis grow somewhat rigid. He opened his eyes, and looked at me. I looked down, and back up at him with a smirk. He blushed, and looked embarrassed.  

“Start the countdown.” I said  and I started squeezing like I had to pop those orbs or my life would end. Cameron instantly lost his sense of embarrassment and sent his hands to my wrist, gasping like his life was about to end.

“10!”

Cameron’s face contorted as he made a sharp outtake.

“9!”

My fist was closing in around his delicate orbs even further, and he started whimpering and squirming in place, I could feel him shaking. 

“8!”

I pulled my hand back, stretching his ball cords, causing him to whine out with an open face as he leaned towards me. 

“7!”

I twisted my hand, causing Cameron to squeal and lose his footing, falling onto me. He was whining out, sounding like "Ah-Ah-Ahhh-Ahah-" 

“6!”

I gently shifted him to the floor, with one hand leading him down, but I was not willing to let go of his balls. I still had 6 seconds. 

“5!”

I pulled the hand hand still clasping his balls, up, moving further onto him, and feeling his now rigid dick on my my forearm. My other hand was on his shoulder. 

“4!”

His hands were stuck to my wrist, and I saw his body twitch in distress, his eyes rolling and mouth open, moaning out naturally. I felt a wet splotch at the tip of his dick. I tried to rub his dick with my arm, pulling my arm up and down, with his swollen, doughy nuts filling up my hand. 

“3!”

His face fluttered, as he let out an "oh god!", and I pulled my fingers closer to my palm, squishing his balls even deeper. 

“2!”

Cameron yelled into his closed mouth as his body tensed, and I kept on rubbing his penis and closing around his testicles, pulling on his shoulder with my other hand.

“1!”

I really tried to dig my thumb in from above, right where the cord was, getting as much out of this as I possible could. Cameron's mouth opened in a mixed scream, and I felt a warm river flow on my forearm, and knew that we had just enough time. 

“Let Go!”

And with that, I let go. Cameron was finally able to hold onto his abused testicles,  and instantly gasped out on his back. He made exhausted, and strained noises before he curled into the fetal position and pulled his head in. He continued to make the faint sounds of gasping. 

“Damn! I don't even know if that counts as making it!” Aaron said.

We stared at Cameron for a bit. He was sweating, his face was red and closed. He was shielding his crotch, not only in agony, but I'm sure shame too. He just came in front of not only me, but Monica and Aaron too. I don't think he wanted them to see what happened. I wasn't even sure if they noticed. I tried to be subtle. 

"Wait... are Cameron's underwear stained?" Monica asked, getting closer. Cameron made a noise that made it sound like he didn't want her to get close, but that's all he could do.

"They are! They weren't like that before..." Aaron said.

He went on. "Wait, did Cameron..." Aaron said, also getting closer. He took a sniff close. Then he looked at me wide-eyed.

"Did-"

"Uhh,Cameron! It's your turn." I said, not wanting to answer for Cameron.

"Wait, what happened?" Monica asked, louder. She was looking at me, and she really wanted an answer. I don't think she needed me to give her one. She knew. I laughed and looked around.

Aaron laughed and held her shoulder. "Monica, I think Cameron-"

"Okay, I think it's time me and Cameron go back to the cabin. He's been through a lot today, right buddy?" I said walking over to him. Cameron responded with a nod and moan. "Yeap, he's done with our reindeer games. It's time for bed."

I didn't even put on my clothes, I just grabbed both mine and Cameron's, then tried to help Cameron up. I put his left arm over my neck as his right arm cradled his balls. I looked up at Monica and Aaron, and Aaron's face was wide with shock and he made no effort to hide the enjoyment he was feeling. Monica looked... something. Her face was on his crotch.

“Have a goodnight guys. Don’t do anything silly.” I said as Aaron waved and laughed as I helped Cameron hobble to the cabins.

"I think Cameron's already had a goodnight haha!" Aaron laughed behind me. I chuckled and turned to Cameron, whose face was down.

“Thanks…” Cameron said weakly when we were some distance away.

“No, thank you. You... today was awesome.” I said sincerely.

“I don’t feel awesome…” Cameron said, causing us both to laugh.

“Yeah, well. Thank you. Today was great, thanks to you, Cameron. And... sorry about making you do that..." I said laughing a bit.

"Yeah... not the first time you made me cum, right?" He said turning to me with a pained smile. I laughed.

"Won't be the last time either!" I said. Cameron chuckled, but then began coughing in pain. I laughed and focused on getting Cameron back okay. I told him to tell me if he needed to stop for a moment. 

We got to the Cabin, only having to stop once. Cameron thought he was going to throw up again, but managed to keep it in, thankfully. I joked that he would've, if I had kissed him. Tim was in the shower when we got back, which I was thankful for. I walked over to Cameron’s bed and helped him in. He lied down and exhaled as he got to lie down on his side. I put his clothes down and threw mine to my bed.  

I kneeled down and got onto eye level with Cameron. “Sorry I went so in.”

He opened his eyes and looked at me, one closed fist over his crotch, the other on the bed. “Don’t need to apologize. All in good spirits, right?” Cameron sounded a bit out of breath, with a tired smile. 

"Yeah... of course. Want me to help you put on something... less soaked. That was like a geyser haha..." I said laughing. Cameron laughed too, but grew a bit red.

"No, it's okay... don't really want to move right now. I'll deal with it." Cameron said, making me laugh. I nodded and rubbed his arm.

"Thanks again Cameron." I said looking into his eyes. Cameron looked into mine and smiled warmly.

"Don't mention it baby." Cameron said smoother than I could possibly type it.

That made me feel something nice. I felt my cheeks get red and I wasn't sure what to do next. I leaned in and rested my head on his bed, wanting to be close to him. I felt his hand rub my hair, and I didn't want to move. 

Eventually, I pulled back and stared at his smile and still didn't know what to do. I decided to stand up.

“Sleep well Cameron.” I said, looking down at him, in his underwear, now both hands now holding his bulge. His freckled face looking at me with such sweetness, I never wanted to look away.

“You too Cevin.” Cameron replied, as he closed his eyes, and painfully try to pull the blanket over himself.I leaned in and helped him get it over himself. He thanked me, then I took a step back. I watched him under the blanket, just his head sticking out, looking so snug and innocent. 

"...You gonna stand there all night, or..." Cameron asked.

I laughed in embarrassment. "Sorry..." I said, forcing myself to my bed.

And so concluded Day 4. 4 of 14.