Wyatt woke softly to the sound of feminine giggling and the sensation of a super-hard chunk of morning wood bulging against the inside of his sleeping bag.
Claire stage whispered, "Oh how cute, Sam. Your tent has another cute little tent inside!"
Wyatt threw the sleeping bag open, "It's not so little, Darling," Wyatt drawled. Unsure of where Hunter was, he refrained from remarking that she hadn't complained about its size last night. He just eased up on his elbows to see Claire crouching at the fly of his tent, wearing her swimsuit bottoms and an oversized tee shirt.
"Sam! Wyatt just flashed me his dick," Claire said with mock complaint.
"Well then flash him back," Samantha suggested.
"I've got a better idea!" Claire grinned and crept into the tent on all fours. She pulled the front of her tee shirt over the back of her neck, exposing her full, round D-cup boobs and their pale, hard nipples.
Grabbing a boob in each hand, she leaned forward and wrapped her boobs around Wyatt's stiff shaft, bending her mouth to lick at the tip where it stuck out from her cleavage. "Mmm, she purred! Such a lovely cock! I love it! You fucked me so nice and hard last night, Sweetie!"
"Psst," Sam hissed, whacking Claire on her ass sharply to make sure she had her attention.
"Later then," Claire winked, backing out of the tent.
All to the good: Wyatt really had to fucking piss!
He slipped into his swim trunks, stuck his feet out of the tent to slip into his water shoes on, and emerged just in time to see Hunter getting out of his own tent.
The sun was just halfway up on the horizon, Wyatt noted, yet he felt pleasantly rested and refreshed.
Hunter fell in beside him as Wyatt made for the trail into the woods to relieve himself. Neither remarked on the tents that they both sported in their shorts.
Once they'd gone a good few paces into the woods, Hunter at last alluded to their shared condition. "Makes pissing a bit of a chore, huh?"
"That's what trees are for," Wyatt replied, stepping in front of a thick oak and pulling his shorts down. He leaned forward, bracing his hands against the trunk so that his hard cock dangled down and away from him. He relaxed until his urine started to stream.
"That's a good technique," Hunter conceded. From the sounds of urine splashing behind him, Wyatt assumed that Hunter had either adopted a similar posture or found another solution.
Was this the same tree he'd found last night, Wyatt wondered. No. Thinking about last night would just prolong his erection. He let out a satisfied, "Augh," as he felt the pressure on his bladder finally subside.
"Just keep the tip clear of the poison oak," Hunter joked.
"Oh, I'm always particular about where this goes," Wyatt assured him, "I'd get poison oak or ivy on my tongue before I ever got it on my dick."
"Lick it before you stick it, for sure," Hunter replied. "Good policy."
It wasn't one that Wyatt could say he had strictly adhered to, he thought. He'd cum in Claire's hot pussy just last night and still had no idea still what her hot sex tasted like. No, stop! Just piss, he thought.
Finally, his pee was done and he wasn't quite so painfully hard. Wyatt wrestled his swim trunks back over his package and turned back towards the camp. Hunter joined him.
"I'll get the bacon and eggs if you'll get the coffee," Hunter offered.
"Deal."
The sun was fully up and well up the sky by the time they'd breakfasted and gotten the camp packed up.
"Denise texted," Sam informed them as they were loading the last of the gear in the jeep. "She says she won't be able to get here until after noon."
"I'll drive the gear to the camp, then," Hunter offered. "You all enjoy the float."
"I could drive just as well," Sam offered.
Claire and Wyatt echoed her sentiment.
"You're just going to float and drink," Hunter said. "I can do that once I get to the camp, plus throw a line in the lake and maybe net some fresh dinner."
"Since you put it that way," Wyatt began...
