Not without challenges

I told Cass in the morning, “No more sex. At least for a week.”

She laughed, “Dude, I think you’ve had sex everyday since I’ve known you. No way you’re lasting a week.”

“I will.”

I just had to ignored the flirting smiles. The tight asses. The pushed together cleavage.

I walked into the dance studio to the counselors “changing”. They pretended like they didn’t want me to see them naked but made no effort to cover up.

Maggie asked me if I wanted to take a ride into town. I knew what that was code for, and I knew she had the most incredible pussy at camp. I still turned her down.

I purposely avoided masturbating. If I started I wouldn’t stop. I’d rub my dick raw.

Amanda would judge how I was doing by how irritated I was. She’d smile, “It’s only day two. Are you sure you’ll last to whole week.”

“For a legitimate date with you, yes.”

She teased, “I’m still deciding which underwear to wear.”

She knew she was driving me crazy. Her smile and joy made it worth it. Way better than the stern face and commands of last week. Even Cass took notice.

“Are you flirting with the ice bitch?”

“Don’t call her that. She’s actually very sweet.”

“The cum has leaked from your balls into your brain. She is not sweet.”

“You don’t know her like I do.”

Deb locked the door behind me in the office closet. She wanted a quickie. Just bend her over the copier. I had to pry her hand off my cock. She whined.

I had to explain, “A few more days and Amanda will go out on a date with me.”

“Just lie to her. She is won’t know.”

“Oh she’ll know. It’s like she’s measuring the weight of my balls.”

Deb growled, “I’m only not firing you for denying me, because she’s my cousin and she needs a good dicking to knock her out of her funk.”

She left he hard for the next 20 minutes.

Invitations from Sierra and the lifeguards to skinny dip. Even the bartender called the camp phone asking if I was going to work my weekend shift.

Everyone seemed to want me. I only held out for one person.

Cass asked a question that stumped me, “What are you going to wear to your date? You know she’s going to be dressed up really nice.”

Shit. I didn’t think about that. I only had my work clothes. Not even a collar.

Cass nodded to some frat guy. “He looks your size. Want to see if you can borrow a button down and slacks?”

“No way am I asking him.”

“I’ll do it.”

The little woman pulled right up to it and asked, “Let me borrow some nice clothes. I’ll give you some head.”

I guarded the canteen door while she blew him. He didn’t last long. Cass said it was a testament to her skills. He let me borrow a dress shirt, black slacks and shoes. I could borrow as much as I wanted if that was the payment.

I lasted the whole week. My balls never felt as full. My body raged with hormones. I hoped to calm them to seem normal. I didn’t want to come off like the horny teenager I was. This was my shot. I couldn’t blow it.