Camp Little Cree

American Perverted

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American Perverted is an anthology series that follows characters from each American state. Each state is assigned a story, characters, and a specific theme. This theme may include a fetish, fantasy, or other premise that the story will revolve around. The state is merely used as a backdrop, and does not reflect the theme in place.

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Today's Story

Location: Camp Little Creek, Wyoming

Theme: Gay Discovery (Male on Male)

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Camp Little Creek

Chapter Four: Hold your Breath

Chapter Content:

Accidental Nudity, Oral, Rimming

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Bing. Bong. Bing. Bong.

Argh. My fucking head. I swear to God, that bell gets worse with every wake-up. It probably doesn't help that I stayed up so late past curfew.

Yesterday was engraved into my memory. The feeling of Cody's cock. Stroking it. His heavy balls. Him digging into my shoulder as he came into his hand. Masturbating just for him. Him... tasting my cum. Fuuuuck. Just the thought of it all made my morning wood spring into action.

I looked around the room at my awakening cabinmates. I watched as everybody squirmed around in their sleeping bags, not ready to face the biting cold air that awaited them. But not me. Today, I was excited. In fact, after finally getting to cum, I felt so much lighter. I pulled the flap of my sleeping bag open, and-

Oh, shit.

I was naked. I was completely naked in my sleeping bag. I glanced over at the ground. My scrunched up grey briefs were laying on the floor, undoubtedly still sticky with last night's cum. After Cody went to bed, I had nothing else within reach to clean myself up with, and promptly used my underwear, before discarding them unto the floor. Why did I not think this far? I guess I was just so sleepy, and in such a relaxed state of mind. The complete post-nut experience.

Okay. No problem. Only one of my cabinmates is up, and his back is turned. I can do this. I'll just slowly slip out of my sleeping bag, crouch down, and shimmy on some shorts. Yeah. As long as I go slow, so not to make a scene, everything will be alright. Here we go.

I pulled the sleeping bag flap back open. I looked down and saw my semi-hard dick shrivel slightly upon feeling that cold air. Fuck. I could feel my balls sink back into my body. I am completely exposed to my cabin right now. I prayed to God nobody could see this. So far, however, not a single soul had noticed my junk, laying flat against my stomach. I slowly rose up, my tummy hiding as much as it could. I slowly shifted to the left, towards my close, and let my feet hit the wooden floor. Icey cold. I hoisted myself up, my ass exposed to the entire room, and slowly crouched down to-

"Up and attem, boys."

Fuck!

With one lightning fast motion, I leaped straight into my sleeping bag, and covered up my body. Luke was now climbing out of his doorway, signature coffee mug in his hand. He groggily stepped into our cabin, glazing around at the hive of sleepy boys trying to breach through to their consciousness.

"It's Wednesday, my dudes. We are going to the creek with the ladies from the Assiniboine cabin. Which means you all gotta get up. I know you're thinking about showing off to the ladies. Right?" Luke smirked to himself, but the cabin was silent. Concerned, Luke put down his coffee mug.

"Alright, you have ten seconds before I drag you out of your sleeping bags, one by one." Luke warned. Luke, please don't do that. I'm still nude. Give me a chance.

Luke counted down, but the cabin ignored his threat. Luke, hands on his hips, sighed.

"Well, gentlemen, I tried to play nice. However, you leave me no choice." He grinned, as he walked over to the camper on the furthest side of the room. Luke gripped the bottom of his sleeping bag, and with a nice yank, slipped it right off of the writhing body of a now freezing cabinmate. With that camper now forced to succumb to the air, Luke began his spree.

"Be bold, face the cold. Or don't. Either way, the inevitable will soon arrive." Luke threatened, pulling the sleeping bag off of the next camper. Shit, Henry. Focus. How can I prevent the entire cabin from seeing my dick? My eyes shot at the nearest clothing item: The briefs. Well, that won't do... Not only is that disgusting, but it might be even worse with Luke seeing my stained briefs, and having to explain myself.

Yank. That camper even let out a course shriek.

I extended my arm at a pile of clothes, even trying to lean off of the bed to reach. Just inches away. Fuck. Luke was getting closer, and the cabin was starting to roar with laughter watching their peers get pulled into the morning air. Luke leaned into this laughter, now donning some stupid Transylvanian accent. I didn't care. I just didn't want to be seen like this.

"Cody, I vant to show you how cold a vampire feels everyday." Cackled Luke. Cody was undoubtedly tucked deep inside his sleeping bag, and it wouldn't shock me to discover he was sleeping. I watched Luke rip the sleeping bag off of Cody, who let out a soft groan. Oh, my. Please. Don't make my cock hard again. Not now. Not like this.

I suddenly came up with the idea of using my sleeping bag like a sack, and hopping towards my clothes. Not a bad idea. I only need to just-

"Ah ah ah! One more camper to go, Mr. Henry." Luke was now towering over my bed, his eyes were full of intent. This man was going to make the biggest mistake of his counselling career.

"Luke, wait. Please don't. You can't rip it off of me, I'm already awake, I just need two minutes-" I was interrupted by his dumb vampire character.

"'Can't rip it off, you say? Vell, we vill see about that." Luke teased, grabbing the bottom of my sleeping bag, and pulling straight off of me. Panicked, I grabbed my end of the sleeping bag, and held on for dear life. This tug of war game was fruitless - Luke was clearly much stronger than I was. I felt the fabric slip from my fingertips, and with one last pull, the sleeping bag was completely off of me.

"Ah ah ah-" Luke's vampiric celebration was short, as he looked down to see my cock's head laid out on the mattress, the actual shaft resting gently on my balls. I was petrified, unable to cover myself up, only able to look at my counsellor's face with complete terror. His jaw had dropped, as his eyes fixated on my genitalia, before quickly looking back at me, throwing the sleeping bag back overtop my petrified body. I looked around the room, and to my relief, everybody had lost interest in the game, and was now getting ready for the day. Luke bowed his head to the floor, embarrassed, and walked back over to his coffee mug, sipping on it, staring back out a window.

I tried processing it. Luke saw my cock. In a shocking twist of events, I had seen his the night before while spying on him. It's just that he didn't know. I guess, in a way... this was karma at its finest. Cody's feet entered my field of vision, as I watched him climb down the ladder. His feet landed firmly, and he sauntered over to his clothes, grabbing some khaki pants and a grey graphic tee. He yawned as he approached my bedside.

"Aw, what? Why did Luke give you back your sleeping bag? What the hell?" Cody's confused demeanor further embarrassed me, as my shock finally diluted into humiliation. I could feel my cheeks warm with a blush.

"Uhh, alright boys. Let's, uh... let's head outside and get ready for breakfast, maybe throw the football around while we wait." Announced Luke. Cody just shrugged and joined the ensemble of campers out the door.

"Why does Henry get to sleep in?" Asked one of our cabinmates.

"He's not sleeping in, I just need a quick word with him. Outside, let's go." Barked Luke. The flock of men all hobbled outside, clothes in hand, ready to get changed in the bathroom. Luke closed the door behind Cody, who worriedly looked back at me, unsure of how much trouble I was getting in, and for what. With the campers gone, Luke, still refusing to look me in the eyes, broke the tension.

"I'm going to grab some stuff from my room. I'll be in there for five minutes. After that, you'll be with the rest of the boys, fully dressed. Understood?"

"Yes. Yes, I'm sorry." I sputtered back.

"Good. Oh, and, uh, Henry?" He retorted. "Let's start wearing some pajama pants to bed from now on, yeah?"

"Yes. I-... Yes. I will. I'm so sorry." This was a nightmare. Luke nodded, and dissapeared into his room, allowing me to climb out of my sleeping bag, and quickly grab a handful of clothes. To my surprise, I looked down to find my prick sturdy and erect. I chuckled to myself, and slipped on a pair of blue polyester briefs. I squeezed a pair of ripped jeans over my waist, realizing they were one size too small as I just barely tucked them up over my butt. I grabbed a black Pink Floyd tee, a hand-me-down from my dad, and popped two mismatched socks over my freezing feet. I laced up my white converse, and hobbled after my cabin.

The day was absolutely breathtaking, lay for a few suspicious clouds on the horizon. The sun beamed down on my face, reassuring me that this cold morning was soon to transform into a very hot afternoon. Good thing we're going to the creek.

Breakfast was cereal, Rice Krispies, and our cabin slowly sprang to life over the course of some jovial conversation. Luke pointed out the Assiniboine girls, and our cabin was head over heels. Girls. Hot girls. Hot girls our age. It was a dream come true.

But not for me.

Any other day in my life, I'd be drooling over these women, but for some reason, I just didn't care. I sat beside Cody, this tall dreamy boy, and honestly, I was happy just to be here with him. I could go chasing girls some other time. Watching Cody's reaction to the appearance of the Assiniboine girls only reassured me further. He smiled, but hung his head towards his cereal. I could tell he was in the same boat as me. We weren't interested in girls this week. We were completely interested in each other.

We headed back to our cabin after breakfast, and began packing for the Creek. Cody offered to share his daypack again, an opportunity I was happy to indulge in. The plan was to leave after quiet time, have dinner at the creek, and come back in time for campfire. Little Creek was apparently right across the gravel road from us, and only required a quick fifteen minute hike. There was no outhouse by Little Creek, so we were warned to go before we leave. It would just be a natural rocky beach, a steady creek that goes up to your shoulders, and us. Complete surrender into the wild.

Once we were packed for the creek, Luke spent the rest of the day teaching us survival skills. After all, our outtrip was tomorrow. Luke showed us how to make a fire, how to set-up a tent, and how to "No-Trace", which consists of leaving your site as if nobody was ever there. Cody and I comfortably sat beside each other all day. Anytime our hands were out of view of the rest of the cabin, we would rest our fingers on top of the other person's fingers. That was our equivalent of holding hands.

After a skillful morning and grilled cheese for lunch, we spent the rest of quiet time all scattered around. Most of the cabin took a brief nap, while I sat on Cody's bunk playing Uno with him. It was strangely tense. Every time either one of us would win, we'd stare longingly into each other's others, while jokingly insulting the other. If it wasn't for the moron who's bunk was next to us watching our game, I just know we'd try and sneak in some kisses.

After a few rounds, Luke came in with some garbage bags, signaling the end of quiet time.

"Alright, boys. We are just about ready to leave. Your dinner is in these bags, so everybody grab one for himself. Just waiting for Lucy, the Assiniboine counselor to finish getting ready. In the meantime, why don't you boys get changed into your swimsuits? There's nowhere to get changed over at Little Creek, so if you don't change now, you run the risk of a girl stumbling upon you changing in the bushes..."

Luke's warning had us ponder for a moment, but the cabin concluded that the cold water would probably ruin our dignities. We all gathered up our swim trunks and ran to the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, I quickly found a stall to get changed in. I slipped out of my blue briefs and jeans, and tugged the black and white swim trunks over my waist. Dammit, these shorts were one size too big. I twisted the drawstrings, and pulled it as tight as I could. I knew I'd have to pull these up every few minutes. A small price to pay, I guess. Shirtless, I stepped out of the stall to see Cody, waiting for an open stall to get changed. He smirked, eyeing my middle up and down, his mouth softly popping open upon seeing the v-line created by my exposed lower tummy. The feeling of his stare sent a signal of arousal to my brain, and I felt a stir in my shorts. I just smirked back at him, gently nibbling my lip. I slipped my black shirt back over my head, which Cody took as the signal to get changed himself. I couldn't resist but lean my back against the sink, and watch as Cody's pants hit the floor, soon followed by his blue and white striped boxers. When he finally stepped out of the stall, he purposefully left his orange swim trunks just as low as mine had been, highlighting a tuft of curly blonde pubes peaking over his trunks. I could feel my mouth salivate. He giggled as he pulled his trunks up, drawing my attention to his smooth abdomen. I wanted to get on my knees and plant kisses all over. He gave me a playful look, and slipped his graphic tee over his head, hiding his skin from my gaze. We exchanged a look to each other, and staggered back to our cabin.

When we arrived, we stuffed both bags of food into Cody's daypack. With that, I swung a towel over my shoulder, and the cabin all marched towards the front of the mess hall to rendezvous with the Assiniboine cabin.

At the front of the mess hall, Luke and Lucy briefly touched base, going over their supplies. With both cabins now intermingling, Cody and I found ourselves in the company of two pretty Assiniboine girls. We briefly joked about pop culture, camp food, and Cody's curly hair. With both cabins now ready, Luke signaled us to follow him, and we made our way to Little Creek.

This adventure was much shorter than the one yesterday. Crossing the gravel road, we followed the signage pointing us to Little Creek. The most notable part of this endeavor was a steep decline, leading us almost straight down a path. We side-stepped the treacherous path, and found ourselves at this small opening, littered with rocks. We could hear the sounds of a rushing stream, and followed the rocky beach down until we found this long strip of beach tucked away behind some bushes. Both cabins were ecstatic, and dropped bags and towels along the shore. Luke and Lucy set themselves up on the riverbed, pulling out a Bluetooth speaker and two thick towels to sit on. The girls Cody and I were chatting with played near the edge of the water, as a disarray of splashing Stoney boys and Assiniboine girls occupied the lazy creek. I looked over to find Cody setting up his towel, which prompted me to set mine up beside him. He fumbled around for awhile before pulling out a plastic bottle.

"Can you rub sunscreen on my back?" He asked. I nodded, and he lay face down on his towel. That couldn't be comfy on the rocky surface underneath, but he seemed tranquil. I spurted some of the white goo in my hand, which made me reminisce about both of us getting to cum yesterday. Hopefully today would be the same. I rubbed the lotion over my palms, and straddled Cody's upper thighs. This wasn't too gay looking, right? I reached my hands down, and began kneading the lotion on his peachy skin, rubbing my thumbs into his flesh. I could feel his fine skin get increasingly more lubricated with the lotion, and my massage seemed to be letting out a soft moan. I leaned in to listen, to hear Cody quietly moaning to himself as I massaged his lower back. I continued rubbing, all over his broad shoulders, neck, and spine, but lowered my approach to go back to his lower back. Sure enough, every time I would rub his lower back, quiet, cute moans escaped his lips. My hands were practically dried out by the time Cody finally spoke up.

"Hey, uh, Henry?" He whispered.

"Yeah?" I murmured back.

"Either you have a water gun I'm not aware of, or you've got a boner." He responded. I looked down to see a stiff bulge sticking out from my trunks, rubbing right against the bottom of Cody's cheeks. I just laughed.

"Either way, I have a method of soaking you." I grinned. Cody simply smirked back at me, rolling his eyes.

"Sounds like it's time for us to go back into the water." He finished his response with a quick wink. What the hell does that mean?

"And burn my back? I think it's your turn." I smirked. Cody let a laugh escape his lips, then motioned for me to lay down. Straddling my thighs, I heard the spurt of the sunscreen spray out unto Cody's hands.

I could feel the slow massage of Cody's hands as he reciprocated the sunscreen favor. I rested my head towards Luke's direction, and saw him completely preoccupied with Lucy. Perfect.

Cody's hands felt amazing all over my bare back. I could feel his fingers trace down my spine, as his palms would push deep into my lower back. I let out a soft moan. Not that I needed to, I just wanted to see how Cody would react. Sure enough, every time I'd moan, Cody's hands would grip my skin, pushing harder, trying to elicit a louder noise from me. This game of moan-and-mouse continued, until I felt a hard sensation rest right between my cheeks. Cody was rock hard from my moaning, and was now letting his erection sit on my ass. I glanced at him, and didn't say anything for a second, just locking eyes with the man who was comfortable enough to let his dick fall on my ass, the fabric being the only thing preventing any further sensations.

"Feel better?" He asked.

"Much."

"Dope. I see a nice cold creek with our names on it, Henry." Cody tapped the side of my waist and stood up, using my ass to propel himself off of me.

"Need a hand?" Cody offered, hand outstretched. I reached forward and gripped his palm, leveraging my body to my feet. I stumbled into his chest, but quickly pushed backwards, avoiding another embarrassing situation in front of our cabin. Cody smirked, then turned around and rushed for the creek. His golden hair bounced in the sunlight with each step, before he allowed himself to drop forwards into water.

"Oh, FUCK." He screamed.

"Cody, language!" Luck scolded, seemingly caught interrupted in his conversation with Lucy.

"...Come on, Henry. Water's just terrific." Cody gritted through his teeth.

"You're a liar, Cody. I don't do cold water."

"Cold? Who said anything about it being cold? Come on in, chicken." This was followed up with a quick chicken impression on his end, complete with the 'Bawks' and wings. Humiliating.

"Fuck it." I quietly whispered to myself, biting down on my tongue. With one deep breath, I gave one huge battle-cry and barreled into the wet abyss.

The trench of water felt like a shotgun blast, and the visuals of the deep blue water reminded me of the bottom of public swimming pool. I felt my reflexes, my muscles tightened and I gasped quickly. Fuck, this must've been the coldest water I've experienced in my entire life. This made the showers back at Camp feel like a jacuzzi. My mind completely reset. No more worries, nervousness, or arousal - Just complete asphyxiation and instinct. After grabbing my bearings underwater, I looked around, observing the legs of both the Stoney boys and Assiniboine girls. Shit, this water was insanely clear. The light green hue of algae was present, but for a natural creek, this was probably as good as it gets. Now accustomed to the freezing water, I breached the surface.