He daydreams

As he sat there, he thought about everything that's happened to him in the last two days. He was effectively committed to an institution by his family. Found out that said institution encourages people to have sex as much as possible. And then found out that whole thing is actually some big pharma test facility for sex-themed ****. He had more sex than he's ever had in such a short time. (Or maybe in his life? He added a bunch of notches to his belt.) It was Willa Wonka with fucking instead of candy. It was everything he could have ever dreamed of when he was sitting alone in his room cranking it 8 times a day.

That life already seemed so far away somehow. He didn't even know his away around yet or have any actual friends yet, but it still felt like the camp was his whole world. Sex had always been his obsession, but now it was his reason for being. He was going to these "activities," but they were really just different groups of potential partners. Nothing he did or said mattered, except for potentially changing who or how he would fuck next.

That shift, thinking about it, made him a little uncomfortable. He knew that was not the way things were supposed to be. At the same time, he could also feel his hard-on rising. Thinking about the old days, stroking his long, thick cock, was more than enough to cause a stir in his shorts. Thinking about his "activities" was like pouring gas on a flame.

He thought about Lizzie and Veronica patiently stroking all the cocks in the bunk before breakfast this morning. He wondered how times they'd already gotten fucked today. How he would love to just cover Veronica's buxom body with cum, then pop a pill and do it again. Has anyone fucked Lizzie in the ass? He bet so, but imagined sliding his cock between her butt cheeks and watching her squirm as he filled her in ways she'd never known. Oh and he still owed Cassie a butt-fucking too. He dreamed of getting Cassie and Veronica together and doing a side-by-side big booty fuckfest. He wondered how many of the girls at camp could twerk...

By the time he finished his coffee, he was fucking rigid. Suddenly, his need to cum snapped him back to reality. The empty cup crumpled in his hands as he tried to resist the temptation to indulge his fantasies and whip it out on the spot. Not only was that generally against the rules, it was against the code of conduct in this unsexualized oasis.

The research center was basically right in front of him, and that was where he needed to be before his first activity. Maybe he should just walk over there now. But would his hard on cause a stir? Everybody seemed as sex-crazed as him, and they might take the bulge in his shorts as an invitation.