Confront Jimmy

I stepped around to the opening of the tent and put my hand on the flap. When I pulled it slightly open, I could peer into the dimness inside.

Jimmy was completely naked, lying on his back. No one was with him after all. The sounds I had heard were simply Jimmy himself stroking his long thin prick with one hand while he fondled his balls with the other. So engrossed was he in the pleasure he was giving himself that he failed to notice when I opened the flap a little farther, allowing the full moonlight to wash over his body.

I had never considered Jimmy's body in the same light before, figuratively or literally. The pale glow of the moon washed over his muscular skin, as his body undulated with his stroking of his penis. The muscles of his thighs and abdomen contracted and relaxed as he thrust into his palm. His eyes were closed and his face turned to the side.

He moaned again. "Oh, yeah, buddy." And he repeated my name again.