"UP AND AT EM' GENTS!!" shouted the counselor's booming voice.
It was Big Chris. He was pounding a walking stick onto the wooden floorboards of the cabin as he paced between the rows of beds. I knew that something was awry. The previous night, I had snuck away from the camp and could vaguely remember watching three of the female counselors having a pussy eating fest next to Lake Labiamajora. One of those girls was Julie, whom I have had a crush on in all of my years of attending Cummawanna.
My head was now killing me as the cabin group began rolling out of bed and putting on some shorts and shirts. Still groggy, I looked down to find dried cum on my shorts, quickly removing them in exchange for some clean ones. I suddenly could also remember masturbating at a secret lookout spot and then falling and hitting my head off of a log. I felt a swollen spot on the side of my head.
"I hope that Julie didn't see me or that I'm going to get kicked out of camp..." I thought to myself nervously.
"Ok shitheads!" Outside, NOW!" shouted Big Chris.
The group of guys begrudgingly filed out of the cabin and into the bright morning sun. The summer air was humid and sweltery and I could see other groups of male campers exiting from other cabins as we all began forming a long line after being told to stand at attention and face forward.
"It has unfortunately come to our attention..." began the camp supervisor Brad, "That one of you had snuck out of the cabin last night without permission and was spotted over near the lake. Nonetheless, there was also a fire set in the men's loo outside of Cabin 9. Now, you can come forward and confess and receive punishment- or- every single one of you will be doing a 20 mile hike today and cancellation of movie night for the rest of summer! SO- what will it be?!"
One of the campers suddenly spoke up, his voice cracking. "It was Tom sir! He likes to light things on fire."
"I'm going to kick your ass!" Tom shouted from down the line. He began to rush the tattletale but was separated by the counselors as both boys were dragged away.
"Never be a rat!" the supervisor said. "Now, which of you was out by the lake??!"
The row of guys stood silent with hands behind their backs as the supervisor, Big Chris, and Julie walked down the line, sizing everyone up. Julie made eye contact with me as she passed, the same look that I saw her give through the ferns as she took the corn cob up her pussy hole. Julie took a few backwards steps and turned to face me, staring me up and down. I felt my cock puff up inside of the camp shorts.
"It was him sir," Julie said coolly, narrowing her eyes. "It was Jameson here."
The other guys began laughing at my full name.
"Are you sure?" questioned supervisor Brad.
"Yes sir, totally sure," Julie replied, looking down towards my shorts and then up. "I recognize... his face."
"The rest of you are dismissed to breakfast!" Brad shouted.
The other male campers scampered away towards the Dining Hall with Big Chris as I remained standing nervously at attention with Julie and Brad.
"What do you suppose we do with you?" Brad asked. "Call your parents? Revoke privileges??" He turned to Julie. "Well, you are a Head Counselor now... what do you recommend?"
Julie looked me up and down as my big cock was still slowly ballooning up below my belt line.
"Well..." Julie trailed off, "I suppose that the 20 mile hike with full packs would suffice for this one."
I gulped as I dreaded a long hike in the heat, especially with Supervisor Brad.
"Well, chop chop!" said Brad. "Time to get your boots and pack your gear!"
After packing my gear I returned to the meeting area to discover that Brad was gone, and much to my surprise, Julie was approaching me with a full pack on her back. Her big, full tits were jutting out from between the arm straps. She was wearing a thin, white T-shirt with the "Squirt" soda logo on it and a canary yellow bikini top underneath, tied behind her neck. A blue and white paisley bandana was around her forehead and she had on sea green sweat shorts and hiking boots.
"I told Brad I'm taking you," Julie said sternly. "It's high time that there is some real discipline around here. LET'S GO."
We began walking to the trailhead as Julie's athleticism and brisk pace already had me playing catch-up.
"C'mon Jame-O!" she toyed. "What happened, you waste all your energy sneaking around last night?!"
We hit the trail and began a long uphill ascent as I continued playing catch-up, watching Julie's blonde bubble ass from eye level as it swished and swayed in the gym shorts. As the heat set in, sweat began soaking through the fabric between her thighs and beading up on her protruding lower cheeks. My cock was shifting and sweating as I struggled to maintain focus and pace.
When we reached the first summit landing spot after about 10 miles or so, we pulled out our canteens and began slurping some water while catching a breath.
"I knew that was you out by the lake last night you little pervert," Julie suddenly said. "So what do you have to say for yourself?"
"I-I-I... I was just restless and needed to go for a walk," I stammered.
"Likely excuse!" Julie said. "Well whatever you think you saw was just your perverted imagination running away from you. Besides, I have a boyfriend."
"The Italian guy?" I asked.
"How did you know that?!" Julie shot back. "Are you fucking stalking me or something James?"
"Well... the thing is... I-I-I... really like you a lot..." I said shyly.
"Hahaha," Julie laughed. "WHAT?? You're way too young. How long have you been coming here anyways?"
"Seems like my whole life," I said, "Except for the year where I got busted shoplifting and was held back in school. I'm actually 18 now and think this camp and my parents are fucking stupid."
Julie looked surprised but then her surprise turned turned into a devilish smile after hearing what I said.
"So you're a bad boy, huh?" she asked. "Bad boy James," she continued, "I've got news for you, I hate this fucking camp too but the money's not bad for a summer job. Besides, it has its perks. Gosh... it's so hot today isn't it?"
