First Appearance (Chapter 2)

I felt embarrassed, like I'd been trying to copy things the older guys were doing without really knowing what I was doing.

I said, again, "Sorry." This time my voice sounded more normal.

He whispered, "Just be more fucking quiet." Then he rolled over, away from me, and was still again.

My cock felt soft in my fingers now.

Back to its normal size.

I'd hoped it would stay as big as it had become even after it had gone limp, so that my soft cock might be as big as Josh's had seemed that morning. That maybe bigger limp dicks were a 'wanker' thing; until you first masturbated your dick looked small and immature.

But it had gone back to its normal small, shrivelled state.

I wanted to continue masturbating – I'd been enjoying it so much – but I didn't want Palmer to hear me. I hadn't cared when I'd been in full swing but his voice has sobered me up. Brought me back to reality.

I really didn't want an audience.

I lay there, listening for changes in his breathing. My fingers were still around my foreskin: I didn't want to move them in case I couldn't regain the pleasurable technique I'd found for the first time.

But Palmer didn't seem to want to drop off. He kept moving and turning over. Maybe he was still pissed off with Anderson; maybe he was now feeling guilty for having put an end to my pleasure.

I drifted off to sleep, my hand still around my dick, waiting for Palmer to do the same.

Then, abruptly, I woke up and it was morning. I squinted in the brightness of the sunlight and saw some guy’s naked back and arse a couple of feet away from me. He was squatting on Anderson's discarded sleeping bag, rummaging to find something in his rucksack.

I looked up at the back of his head and saw that it was Josh. Palmer and Anderson had obviously awoken before us and already gone out.

I looked back down to Josh’s arse which looked pale alongside the slight tan of his back and thighs. I noticed that his balls hung downward between his thighs, swinging gently inside his scrotum as he pulled something from his rucksack.

The door was ripped open and Connell looked inside at us.

Josh didn’t attempt to cover himself; we were all getting used to being comfortable in situations which we would normally have found awkward.

Connell said, “Hurry up you guys.” He looked at me. “Hey, Stuart, you should be helping us make some breakfast not lying dozing in bed…”

I croaked, surprised at how deep my voice sounded, “Yes sir. I’ll get up in a minute…”

Connell looked angry. “No Stu. Not in a minute. Now. Come on, get out of bed. Right now.”

He stared at me and I realised he wasn’t going to leave us until he’d seen me get out of my sleeping bag.

Josh started pulling on a clean pair of briefs. They were dark blue. He turned to look over at me and I saw his cock, limp but fat, poking out from the bush of hair around it.

Connell said, “Now, Stuart.”

I struggled out of my sleeping bag. I was aware that my own cock was as hard as a board and still poking out through the fly my shorts from the night before. I fumbled to tuck it in as I climbed out from my bedding.

I knelt on the floor, reaching for my watch. My cock poked upward inside the front of my boxers, making a thick and obvious rod pressing against the dark green material. The fly was still unbuttoned and part of my erection was visible inside it alongside the thick black bush of my pubic hair.

Connell looked at it and then back up to my face. He said, “Okay, Stu. Sorry to have disturbed your fun."

He smiled and I thought, "He thinks I was wanking when he came in."

He added, "It's late, though. You better get dressed.”

Then he grinned more broadly and turned to Josh, who was bending to pull his briefs over each knee. “And I wouldn’t bend over with a thing like that so close to me… wouldn’t want any accidents…” He laughed and withdrew from the door.

Josh grunted, apparently not understanding Connell’s joke.

After Connell had gone, Josh moved forward to refasten the Velcro strips on the door, preventing the icy drafts getting into the tent while he got dressed. I saw a small pink circle nestling between the almost hairless cheeks of his arse as he did so. I didn’t want to see it: it was unavoidable.

I thought of Connell's joke and of my cock accidently slipping out from my boxers and poking into Josh's pink little ring. In my state of arousal, the thought was not as unpleasant as I'd expected it to be. I quickly dismissed it from my mind.

Josh straightened up to pull his briefs up his thighs. The dark blue material clung tightly to his bum cheeks and, as he turned to look over at me, I saw the medium sized bulge his cock and balls made in the front of them.

He muttered, "You seem pretty tired this morning…"

I pulled off my vest. It smelt strongly of my sweat and I hoped Josh wouldn’t be aware of it.

"Yeah. I didn't get to sleep 'til late. Anderson and Palmer were kind of noisy…"

He nodded. "I was glad I was knackered enough to sleep through it. Did they actually wank off together or were they just arsing about…"

"They did the dirty deed… well, Anderson did but then he pissed Palmer off by pushing his wet kegs into his face…"

Josh said, "Freaky. I'm glad I slept through it."

I pulled off my shorts, exposing my cock. I wasn’t too bothered if Josh saw my morning woodie. We were friends: it didn’t matter.

I smiled. "Actually, it was kind of interesting…"

Josh didn’t smile back. He looked at me with tired eyes. “How d'you mean?"

"Well. I didn't really know much about wanking and stuff until this trip. I didn't know that just about everyone does it. I mean, everyone except me."

Josh pulled a teeshirt out from his rucksack. He looked at my cock, arching upward to maybe six inches. "Looks like you need to do it soon, Stu. That thing's gonna explode."

Now he smiled and I didn't.

He muttered, "No wonder you've got such big bollocks…"

"What do you mean?"

"You know… all the spunk that's inside them that you're not letting out. They'll explode…"

I guess I looked horrified.

He chuckled. "It's a joke, Stu…"

"Yeah but it might happen…"

He laughed a little more. "Your face! 'Course it can't happen…"

"But it might… I mean, if I'm firing blanks like Anderson said…"

Josh smiled and shook his head. "You're not, Stu…"

"How do you know?"

"Look at your dick! Look at your balls! I mean, I'm no expert, but you look like you're ready to wank as soon as you want to. It's just up to you…"

"But maybe I can wank but I can't cum…"

Josh became more serious. He looked at me, perhaps working out a little of what had happened on the previous evening. Why I looked so tired.

"This isn't really the right time or place, mate. You can't exactly relax with three other guys lying next to you. Wait 'til you get home… you'd better have a bucket ready, though…"

I must have still looked utterly shocked.

He laughed again. "And I'm joking about the bucket…"

He pulled on his teeshirt and I fished a clean pair of boxers from my rucksack. They were a dark blue checked colour.