I just kept running around all afternoon with a bonner. I would have jerked off, if I could have found a place to hide. That evening we had a nice...fire going, had supper, then about nine or so we decided to call it a day and go to bed. The girls had their own tent, a four man tent like ours. Every thing was fine, until some time in the night a very bad storm came up. A lot of thunder and lighting, really bad. Then we heard the girls at the door of our tent wanting to come in, they were. As I scanned each boy, I detected a rhythmic motion and realised that at least six of my fellow classmates were using this period to quietly jerk off under their desks, to me, confirming that I was not the only one enjoying the pangs and thrills of advancing puberty. I wondered, if, like me, they too sought out quiet solitude to relieve themselves. On giving it some thought, it occurred to me that of those who were striving for an English Literature orgasm, most were similar to myself, having. Ok, ok, I know I can't claim that she could deep throat a prick of any reasonable size and still get my balls in her mouth, but that's what it felt like.It wasn't long at all until Julie had the "solution" to my "problem". (Too subtle for you?)"Ahhh!", I exclaimed."Find what you were looking for, Howie?" Yes, thanks, Fred. I think we've got everything we need."Julie gave me a wicked grin with my cum drooling down her chin and got on her hands and knees in front of me before pulling her shorts. "I sent it off wondering just how she would respond. Here I told her I was interested in her BUT that I was not excited with the way that she dressed. I reminded her of her wedding vows and finally I told her to just forget about it. Now I was going to see just how effective those subliminal messages really were.It did not take long before I heard another ping telling me that I had mail, I opened it up and I saw it was Mary who had now e-mailed me. She wrote:"Hi, baby, you walk away so fast you.