MR Day 3 - Stay

"Better safe than sorry," you say to Michelle.

"OK. I'd do the same thing," she says. Then she pokes your arm. "Rest. Stay cool. Get dinner, then go to bed. Because you have to hike up there in the morning."

"What?"

"There's activities, Riley. I won't make you sleep in a tent with a bunch of girls, but you have to participate. Be up there by seven."

You groan. This sucks. But it could be worse. You could be sweating your ass off hiking up there now. It will probably be cooler in the morning, too.

"Rest. Get refocused. Focus on soccer."

"Are we playing soccer up there?" you ask, watching the girls go into the forest.

"I don't know what you guys are doing up there. This camp is weird," Michelle says.

"What are you doing tomorrow?"

"I'm meeting with the TV people that are coming."

"TV people?"

"Don't worry about that, that's a coach problem. You worry about you. Drink water. Rest."

"OK! Gosh." You carry your things back into the cabin and come back out, but Michelle has already left. You walk across the camp to the dining hall, where hardly anyone is there. You eat, take some extra desserts to snack on, and go back to the cabin. There, you sit on the bunk beneath yours and wonder what to do. You are alone in the cabin.

Ingrid left her new bikini just lying on her bed. It's sad that just that is such a turn on.

You grab your shopping bag and go into the bathroom, shutting the door and turning on the light. The bathroom is meant to be used by several people at once, and it is usually crowded. Now you have it to yourself, and that feels strange. The AC is turned up high because of the heat, and you have goosebumps as you take off your clothes. You strip down to nothing in front of the mirror and take out your new swimsuit. You put it on, then the sarong.

It looks fine and fits well. You can lounge by a pool in it, and even if you get turned on looking at the girls, your sarong will let you hide that.

You take off the sarong, revealing the obvious bulge in your suit. You definitely cannot let anyone see that. As you put the sarong back in the bag, you see the suit you bought for Michelle.

Exactly like when you saw Ingrid's suit on her bed, just your coach's suit prompts you to picture her in it. She will be so cute in it.

Your own suit can't hide your erection, which is pressed tightly against your front. You gently touch it through the suit and shiver as the tingles spread through your body.

You quickly take it off and put your boyshorts back on, but you stop and look at yourself in the mirror again, with your engorged penis sticking up out of your underwear.

You can't just stay here in the cabin all night. It won't matter how much you touch yourself. Your boredom and frustration will be unbearable.