So there I was at nineteen in the woods with my dick in my hand, my shorts around my ankles leaning on a giant boulder, just moments from orgasm and then she appears out of nowhere and catches me in the act.
I was fucked. I mean, not literally fucked. God knows I wanted nothing more at that moment than to sink my cock into a wet, willing pussy. By fucked I meant disgraced and unemployed. Fortunately, the story has a better conclusion.
But I should explain how I found myself in such a compromising position. I was about halfway into my second week as a counsellor at a scout camp in New Hampshire. As summer jobs went, it was pretty easy. I had been to this camp for a few years as a kid, so it was a perfect fit. It sure beat life in the kitchen making fast food like I did last summer.
And I loved my particular job working in the nature center. It better fit my bookish sensibilities than the rifle range, archery, swimming, or the ropes course. The other two guys who were with me in the nature center were really cool too, fellow nerdy college students who always had something interesting to say.
But there was one problem, I was nineteen and "young, dumb, and full of cum" as my elders and betters would say. At least when I was flipping burgers, I could go out after work and try to hook up, but this camp was hours from any girls I knew. Moreover we were required to stay on the camp 24/7 except for church, and there wasn't much action to be had at the local RCC, so far as I knew anyway.
There were only two girls anywhere near my age at the camp, Laurie and Trish, both were college students dragged their by their parents, but they were rather aloof, keeping to themselves and the directors core staff, and I never saw them far from the mess hall where they presumably worked during the day.
There was one other thing adding blueness to my balls. All three nature center counsellors shared a single tent and the other two guys hardly ever left the center. There were no private showers either, so I couldn't even jerk off in there like I would at home.
Despite these constraints, my cock would not be denied, so I had fallen into the habit of taking a hike in the late afternoons before dinner to find some private place to wank in peace. My favorite spot was about a half mile from the nearest campsite in a hidden meadow that I had learned about through the scout's secret society, the Order of the Arrow. There was a path to it, but you wouldn't know it was there unless somebody told you about it. The trailhead was hidden by a large tree and a flat rock jutting like a tomb stone out of the ground, and since it was used only once a year, it got little wear. Unless you were standing actually on it, it was obscured by a thick bed of ferns.
The path itself sloped down towards a creek, and once across it, a vast stand of long-needled pines awaited on the other side. There you snake through almost a canyon carved long ago by glaciers until at last there's a small circular meadow with a big boulder on the other side.
It was called Indian Rock and this thing was colossal, maybe about fifty feet tall, almost spherical, covered with lichens and soft mosses string on the edge of the clearing as if it was a croquet ball left behind by a kaiju. More precisely, it's what geologists call an erratic. But once safely on the other side of it with the warm sun peeking through the leaves above moved by a soft summer breeze, the feeling became erotic.
Some of the older guys in the lodge said this was the site of an old Indian village. Some said it was a burial ground and that it was haunted. Others said it was a ceremonial site for coming of age rituals.
Nobody had any evidence for any of these theories, so I preferred the latter explanation, and bearing that thought in mind I would drop my shorts, lean back against it, and push my hips forward, letting my erection curl up toward the sun like a blooming flower.
My routine was to call to mind any of a hundred fantasies, thrusting into the sunshine sometimes for ten minutes or more before letting my fingers grasp my shaft, smearing the built up wad of precum over the head and pleasuring myself to a massive climax. I would think about old girlfriends, or maybe my friend's hot mom. Sometimes I'd draw inspiration from my surroundings imagine being a viking with a maiden, a samurai with a geisha, or an indian brave taking a squaw from behind as I'd fire my wad into the sky or blast it into my palm.
Once I'd drained my balls, I'd wipe the residue onto the moss on the rock, hitch up my shorts and then trek straight down to the dining hall to enjoy a meal unencumbered by my persistent erection.
Sure, it wasn't as good as actually having a girl, but it was more exciting that whacking off in bed or the shower back home, so I counted my blessings.
But blessed was not how I felt at the moment I got caught. Normally, I keep an ear peeled for approaching footsteps, but on this particular occasion it was a pretty breezy day. The grasses of the meadow were in constant motion with a hot wind, so that's probably why I didn't hear her coming, but it was too late for that.
"Oh my God! What're you doing?" she exclaimed, putting her hand over her mouth as she suddenly appeared from the left side of the great rock.
As soon as I saw her, I doubled over, reaching for my shorts, and then tumbled over into the soft grass. Within seconds I had managed to wrestle my erection back behind my zipper and I looked up at her in terror.
It was Laurie. That was bad news. She was the youngest daughter of the camp's assistant director, a man who's two sons finished scouts years ago but stayed on to help run the camp. His wife helped out with the mess hall and I guess they dragged Laurie up to camp with them. Every time I saw her she looked pissed off, so I figured I was in for it.
She looked as shocked as I felt, and maybe angry or afraid, so that added to the terror.
"I'm sorry Laurie, I didn't know you were there. It won't happen again," I pleaded. "Just please don't tell anyone."
Her face softened at these words. After an eternity she spoke.
"I thought you were waiting here to ambush me or something,"
"Oh God, no!" I exclaimed, now really nervous. "I didn't know there was anyone else out here. I just wanted to be alone so I could, uhm."
"I thought you saw me following down by the creek," she responded. "You had quite the expression on your face as you turned the corner."
"No, I didn't. I mean, I don't know what I was thinking," I said searching my memory for a moment where I saw her but I came up empty.
"You looked like a wolf," she replied, smiling a bit.
"Oh, well. That wasn't my intention. So why were you following me?" I asked, sensing the tension lowering.
"I was curious when I saw you turn off the trail, I've been to this camp for years, but I didn't know there was a path here."
"Well, you found it, the secret circle of Indian Rock." After a moment I felt bold enough to press further. "But why aren't you down at the mess hall like usual? I've never seen you out this far before."
"I do get out from time to time, usually time my wandering to when the boys are scheduled to be at activities. Mom's a pain in the ass, and tonight is just chowder and pre-made bread rolls so there was like nothing for me to prep. It was damn hot in there, too, so I decided to walk around and get some air."
"Ah, okay," I replied, taking this as a good sign. "So are we cool? You're not going to tell anyone, right?"
"No, it's okay. My brothers would take hours in the shower, so I get it. And even if I wanted to turn you in, I don't even know your name," she laughed.
I bristled a bit at the slight but quickly recovered. "I'm Will," I said smiling slightly. I briefly considered offering her my hand, but that would mean letting my cock spring up again.
With the danger seeming to pass, my libido returned to the helm and I looked over Laurie. She was a pale brunette as skinny as a bean pole, and tall, too, maybe 5'9. She wore glasses that slightly magnified her green eyes. She had her longish chestnut hair in a pony tail with a few shorter bangs that she would push away from her eyes every few moments. She was wearing a loose white t-shirt that hinted at a pair of high-riding small breasts and pale blue jean shorts with a pair of red Chuck Taylors.
