The camp director’s house

I left the barn, walked in the woods next to the gravel path down into camp. I passed by two female counselors walking up to the barn, giggling to each other. I checked them out. Imagined what the threesome would be like.

I had to fight the urge to lead the woods and drape my arms over both of their shoulders.

Wherever I went, counselors and campers were everywhere. I went to the one forbidden place they weren’t allowed.

The camp director’s house.

A two bedroom with a lakeside view.

I knew there was no one in the upstairs guest bedroom. I made a sandwich in the kitchen. Ate. Cleaned my own plate and put it back. Did my laundry. Took a shower (Something I hadn’t done in a week. Even my rank smell couldn’t keep these women away. Maybe it was attracting them).Treated the place like I owned it. I knew the directors wouldn’t be back until after the closing campfire.

Except I didn’t plan on Sal coming in before dinner to fill a big travel coffee cup with ice and wine. Luckily he was naive enough to not notice the sound of the dryer. The bottle was close to empty. He brought it straight to his lips, finished it then tossed it in the trash, then went back out to the camp.

I napped naked in the guest bedroom.

I woke to the sounds of Sal and Lynn coming in the front door.

“I’m getting my gun and going up to the barn. No way is he squatting on our property.”

“It’s just a rumor dear. Amanda said she dropped him off in Portland. No way did he actually make it back up here.”

“I wish it was true. I’d love to watch him fuck you while I forced him to suck on the gun barrel.”

Lynn crackled, “You’re horrible Sal!”

A smack of the ass, “You’re so hot babe. I love seeing the counselors hide their boners when you tease them. Should we bring another into our bedroom?”

“The last one blew up in our faces and you want to try again? You really are a cuck.”

“You fucking love it.”

“Nope. I love the young hard dick. I don’t love you jerking it in the corner.”

“What about the blonde lifeguard? I bet he’s got a great tan line.”

“Nah. The girls say he has a pencil dick.”

“Everyone has a pencil dick compared to corncob. I’m sure it’s pretty normal. Let’s try him out.”

“You’re so horny tonight.”

“I am.”

Oh god. Was I about to hear them fuck? I didn’t want to hear Sal’s grunts as he gave it to his hot wife.

The shower and nap had reset me. I wasn’t thinking about church and repentance anymore. My dick was in control again.

I got out of bed. Walked down the stairs totally naked. Stopped when the couples eyes looked up at me from the kitchen. Too stunned to speak, they just stared. I spoke for them.

“Go change into something sexy and join me in the guest bedroom. And Sal, you’re participating this time. No more observing.”

I turned and walked back up the stairs. I prayed that Sal didn’t bring his shotgun.