He Forgets to Ask For Directions to His Next Activity

The end of the activity period approached fast. So when the campers came in and all over each other, they quickly got dressed and disappeared down the hill. Sam, still lagging behind a bit, hopped out of the shower, then said goodbye to Claudia with a kiss and a sheepish wave. He was loving all the attention his cock was getting, but still hadn't quite gotten used to the whole "fuck n' go" pace at camp.

"Remember those positions, because you'll need them to do the new ones we're working on tomorrow..." Claudia called out to him as he walked down the hill back to camp.

Half-way down, he checked his schedule. "Arts and Crafts" was next. Just like last time, however, he had no idea where he was going. He went to take another of his cock-hardening pills, but decided to wait a bit this time. The urge to cum seemed to intensify with each dose, and he didn't want to break the rules by jerking off. Plus, after a long morning it seemed he was down to his last two pills.

He made his way back to the center path, and walked into the crowd. He tried to find a sign to direct him, but kept getting distracted by all the tits, pussies and asses getting flung every which way. And the crowd seemed to be getting more provocative as the day wore on. Every once in a while someone walking by would yank on his semi-hard dick, causing him turn. Half the time, a girl in uniform would wave at him, then turn and walk away. The other half of the time, he had no idea who'd fondled him.

After walking for what felt like forever —let's call it 10 minutes— He started getting nervous about running late, so he turned into the crowd, hoping to find a familiar face that might point him in the right direction.