Camp Horny

I woke up from a feverish sleep, the heat of the night seeping into my skin, into my veins. A certain restlessness coursed through my body, an urgent need I couldn't deny. My cock was throbbing, hard as stone, the pain and pleasure mingling into an exquisite ****. It was a need I could not ignore, a primal urge that demanded attention.

With the image of the mystery lady from my dreams in my mind, my hand moved to stroke my cock, the pre-cum slicking my fingers. The loneliness echoed through me, a pang of longing for the touch of another, for the woman who haunted my dreams. I stroked myself with urgency, my breathing ragged in the quiet of the night.

Then, the night was filled with an unexpected chorus – the sounds of pleasure from the tents around me. I could hear Zarah and Oman, the unmistakable slap of flesh against flesh, their low moans adding fuel to my own arousal. The sound of Nia's moans, coming from the tent next to mine, was a symphony, a sweet melody that struck a chord deep within me.

My hand moved faster, my breath hitched, my body surrendered to the pleasure, and I came with a grunt, the image of Nia in my mind. But even after the climax, my cock remained hard, stubborn in its lustful state.

Driven by a mixture of curiosity and desire, I found myself outside Nia's tent, stealing glances through the slightly open zipper. The sight that met my eyes was a feast for the senses – Nia, lost in her pleasure, her hand moving in a rhythmic dance over her clit, the other teasing her nipple into a hard peak. The sight was erotic, intoxicating, and my hand found its way back to my still-hard cock.

I stroked myself, eyes locked on the sensual display in front of me, Nia's moans serving as a sinful soundtrack. A shudder ran through me, my pleasure peaking again, and I came, the cum staining Nia's tent door. A wave of guilt washed over me as I realized what I had done. I hastily retreated to my tent, zipping the door shut behind me, the events of the night leaving me with a mix of satisfaction and guilt.