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PeterFile#03: SUMMER CAMP


	When Peter turned fourteen, his aunt announced her
intention to send him to summer camp. This prospect was far from
pleasing to the naturally shy and introverted youth: he dreaded
the rude, forced contact with other boys of his age. He disliked
their rough physical games (at which he was always the loser)
and their boisterous society (from which he always felt
excluded). He much preferred to keep his own company and pursue
his own interests, which lately centered on his secret habit of
masturbation. Since recently discovering the rapturous mystery,
he was interested in little else. He looked forward to a summer
of glorious indolence at home, with long uninterrupted hours to
explore the frontiers of his pubescent sexuality.

	But his aunt was determined, convinced that fresh air
and contact with other people his age would help overcome his
extreme shyness. In spite of his objections, Peter found himself
at camp, hating every minute: the bad food, the rude and noisy
companions, the unfamiliar surroundings. But one complaint
dwarfed all others: Complete lack of privacy in the
barracks-like cabins afforded no opportunity whatsoever to
pursue his private pleasures. After a week at camp, the need to
masturbate tormented him cruelly.

	Finally one day he managed to escape the regimen of camp
into the surrounding woods alone. He wandered through the dense
forest until he reached a secluded sun-dappled clearing, which
seemed perfect for a leisurely afternoon of self-gratification.
He stood for a few moments, musing over the pleasures to come.
He would begin, he decided, by relieving the pressure he felt in
his bladder.

	Peter unzipped his fly, reached in and freed his penis.
Taking aim at a nearby tree trunk, he let forth a hissing,
golden stream. It pleased him to stand thus, freely exposing his
member, making water in the open air. A sudden sound froze his
heart: He heard the silver laughter of a young girl. In a
moment, a bush swayed, and the owner of the laughter stepped
into the clearing. Peter recognized Pam, one of the other
campers, a popular attractive girl about one year older than
himself. In the shock of discovery, his urine continued spurting
forth in flood tide. Finally he regained control of his
sphincters and painfully shut off the stream. As she walked
boldly up to him, Peter collected his wits and covered himself,
infinitely grateful that she had not discovered him engaged in
his main object.

	"What are you up to, out here all by yourself, peeing in
the woods?" she grinned.

	"I... I was taking a walk, and... I didn't think anyone
could see..."

	She giggled. "Well I saw, didn't I? Do you like to do
that, Peter?"

	"Wh... What do you mean?"

	"I mean, does it give you a kick to come out here and
pee in the woods, to pull your britches down and just let go
wherever you are? Do you get off to that?" She gave him a
conspiratorial grin. "I do. That's what I was doing in the
bushes!"

	He relaxed a little at her confession: at least she had
her own secret. His loins still ached with the pain of forced
retention, and she noticed him shifting from one foot to the
other in nervous discontent. "You didn't finish, did you? Why
don't you go ahead and finish your pee?" She made no attempt to
withdraw or turn away.

	"You mean... right now? With you...?"

	"Yeah, I like to see boys pee. I watch my little brother
all the time. Come on, I won't tell, I want to see you do it!"

	The naughtiness of the idea filled him with a strange
thrill. He had never "played doctor" or similar children's
games, and the prospect of exposing himself to a girl excited
him. In spite of his shyness, he let himself be persuaded.
"Well... OK." He reached inside his fly and pulled out his
penis. He made ready to complete the interrupted action, when
her next demand took him by complete surprise.

	"Let me hold it while you do it."

	"I... I..." he stammered, both wildly excited and
terrified by her offer. His tender maleness had never felt the
touch of a girl's hand.

	"I want to see what a boy's thing feels like when he
pees." While he stood paralyzed in confusion, she brushed aside
his hand and took his penis in her own fingers. Pointing him at
the same unfortunate tree she said, "Go ahead, do it!"

	But Peter's plumbing froze at the strangeness of the
situation, and try as he might nothing happened. Pam was
annoyed. "What's wrong? Nothing's coming out. Come on, make it
pee!" She yanked sharply at his spigot, and Peter yelped. She
ceased pulling and said, "Well then, go on. Do it."

	At last the psychological dam burst, and Peter loosed
his golden stream. The torrent arched several feet and crashed
noisily against the bark of the tree. "Ooh, neat," Pam cried.
"Look, I can aim it. See that rock? Got it!"

	She played the stream about for a few seconds. Then
another idea dawned. "I bet I can make it stop by squeezing your
thing." At once putting her theory to test, she firmly clamped
Peter's member in her fist. The strength of the grip attested to
her well-known athletic prowess. The stream ebbed to a trickle
and ceased.

	"Ow, don't Pam! It hurts! Don't squeeze so hard!"

	"Oh, all right, if you're going to be such a sissy about
it." She relaxed her grip and again let his water flow freely.

	Soon Peter was empty, and the last drops dribbled from
the tip of his member. "Mom taught my little brother to shake
himself when he drop. finished, like this." She shook his penis,
throwing off the remaining "Do you do that, too?"

	"Unh... yes, Pam... unh..." he stammered. She did not
stop when he was clean, but continued her vigorous shaking,
watching his member flop up and down.

	"Oh, look what it's doing. It's getting stiff! Does it
always do that when you finish peeing?" She stopped shaking it
and held him by his growing erection.

	"Uh... no... not usually."

	"I bet it's because I'm holding it, isn't it? Does it
feel good when I hold it in my hand?" She gently squeezed his
organ two or three times, giggling at its trout-like leap in
response.

	Peter felt week in the knees. "Oh, Pam, oh... yes."

	"I thought so. My boyfriend likes me to hold his thing,
too. He'll do almost anything to get me to hold it. You know
what he really likes? He likes me to rub it back and forth, like
this." She began sliding the skin of his penis up and down. "Do
you like that, too?"

	Peter could barely answer in his rapture.
"...mmm...yes..."

	"He says it makes him feel real funny, sort of like
being tickled, only better. After a while, he gets this dopey
look on his face, he sort of jerks, and his thing shoots out
some white stuff. I think he looks real funny when he does it."

	Peter was thrusting his hips unconsciously, stretching
forward into her stroking hand, softly moaning in arousal. "Is
this the first time a girl has ever rubbed it for you?"

	"...yes..."

	"My boyfriend says some guys, he says real sissy guys,
rub it themselves to make the white stuff come out. He calls it
jerking off. Do you do that, Peter, do you jerk off?"

	He was helpless to resist her questions as the fingers
did their work. "Oh... I... sometimes... mmm"

	"I thought so. The other boys think you're a sissy
because you can't play games very well. I bet you jerk off a
lot, don't you? I bet that's why you came out here all by
yourself, to rub your thing and shoot your white stuff, didn't
you?"

	"I... oh... yes..."

	She giggled. "You're getting that dopey look on your
face. Are you gonna shoot, Peter? You want me to make you shoot
your white stuff?"

	"Please... Pam... please."

	"All right. I'm going to aim you at that rock. See if
you can hit it." Peter stiffened and thrust his hips forward as
his seed burst forth. "Wow! Look at it go! It's shooting all
over!" She aimed his spasming penis this way and that as he
squirted his fluids in ecstasy. Quite a lot of the pearly nectar
wound up on his shirt and trousers.

	When she had completely drained his virility, Pam wiped
a few drops off her hand with his shirt tail and made a face.
"Oh ugh! You made a big mess, Peter. You better clean up before
the camp director sees you. She caught one boy last year for
jerking off. She spanked him good and sent him home to his folks
with a note. See you later."

	She disappeared, leaving him to hide the sticky evidence.


- end

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