Scheduled date

At breakfast the next morning, I asked Cass, “Do you know about the last stall in the women’s shower house?”

She choked on her orange juice. “I discovered that wall way too soon.”

“Have you seen it lately?”

“Are you asking if I’ve seen this year’s addition? Yes.”

“I’m Corn Cob.”

“You wish.”

I ignored her. Things would be so easy. Curiosity won half the battle. The scheduled date was 90% of the way. I could close that last percent. I could fuck every girl at camp. Even the ones who were afraid of it, would at least try.

Cass stood up, “It’s not the size of the boat. I know you don’t know how to use it. You’re a fawn on unsteady legs.”

“I can use it.”

“Sure. You can. Now legs get to work. You need humbled.”

That day humbled me. Every dirty, tedious task, I was elbow deep in. Dishes. Mulching. Digging. Carrying a snapping turtle away from the lake.

As I was passing out mail, the head counselor slipped me a note. “Lunchtime. Ski shed.”

Looked like I was missing lunch.

I stood in the shed, surrounded by life jackets.

The door opened.

An athletic dark haired beauty stepped in. A volleyball counselor. Half Latina. Full booty. She bit her lip. “Hi.”

She wasted no words. She dropped to her knees. Pulled out my cock and started sucking. I combed back her hair and watched myself grow in her mouth.

When I was hard, I handed her my condom. She did something new. She put it on with her mouth. Deepthroating me until he was rolled to my base.

She stood up. Pulled down her shorts. Pulled her red thong to the side. Bent over and guided me in. She knew how short of time we had before the bell rang.

I fucked her standing up. Her pussy warming up for me. Thrust after thrust, wetting more, letting me in further. She reached between her legs, massaged her own clit. I gripped her hips. And fucked hard.

Five minutes.

I filled the condom and pulled out.

She pulled up her shorts. Turned back to me, stuck out her tongue. “You got a big dick for a white boy.”

Left me in the shed. Condom still on. Still 15 minutes left for lunch.

I just fucked her, but I felt like the one being used. I got a nut, but felt no satisfaction.

I took off the condom. Pulled up my pants. Found Cass in the lunchroom. She pointed to the corn on her plate. “Look they shredded your dick to make lunch.”

The head counselor slipped me another note. “Barn. 3:00 pm.”

While mowing grass, I took a break at 2:55 to refuel in the barn.

The counselor was already waiting for me.

Pants off. Two fingers fucking in and out of her pussy. She said, “Play with yourself.”

I obeyed.

Took my cock out. Stroked my cock while watching her. The bigger I grew. The wetter she got.

Her on a table legs spread. Me standing up. I fucked her. Watched her tits bounce with each thrust. Spit down on her pussy. Rubbed her to orgasm.

I filled the condom.

She at least thanked me with a kiss on the cheek.

I looked around the barn. Still organized from when Amanda and I organized it. I imagined it was her in the barn with me. Her moan echoing into the rafters. I got hard again.

I had to mow with a boner until the thought of Amanda in a g-string and see-through bra left my head.

Another note: “Lean-To. Post check out.”

I was tired, but I made it to the lean to. They were late. I started a little fire.

It burned. I looked out over the lake. Loons called. I wondered if this was my life now. Just sex.

Just dick in pussy.

A shadow casted across me. I looked up from my thoughts. My final date for the night.

Cass stepped into the lean-to.

My eyes widened, “You want to fuck me!?”

“No, bro. I figured I’d give you a break for the night. You’ve looked miserable all day.”

She sat down next to me, poking at the fire.

I put my arm around her. Just the connection we had made me start crying.

She ended up holding me. I felt pathetic. Unlimited sex and I was crying about it. I wanted connection. Unfortunately this camp wasn’t giving me both in one person.

Cass said, “I rescind my offer to suck your dick.”

I joked, “Because your mouth isn’t able to open wide enough.”

She nudge me, “I’m a snake. I could swallow you whole. You don’t deserve my skills.”

“Thank you for being my friend,” I said.

“Bros before hoes,” Cass said. “I’ll tell that counselor to fuck off when she tries to hand you a note. You make your own dates from now on.”

“Thank you. I want to choose and chase.”

“Who do you want to chase?”

Amanda.

I didn’t say it. The odds were astronomical now. I said the next most unlikely: “Julie.”

Cass laughed, “The riding counselor!? She’s dating the basketball counselor. No way is that happening.”

I winked, “I got a horse cock she can ride. It’ll happen.”

Cass rolled her eyes, “Fucking dumbass.”