Trying to stand, my erection had caught on the cloth and liberated itself, bringing my balls into the open air. Looking at my hands, I didn't want to ...ipe grease and dirt on my cock, but I had to do something. I was frozen in my tracks as I saw Randy, who had now tented his shorts with his own erection, slowly reach for my cock in slow motion. I was powerless to stop him.His small hand encircled my cock shaft and he moaned in pained admiration. I was unable to move or speak as I watched him. In. . oh and the pun”“In my defence, I didn’t realise I was coming to a den of rampant sexuality; I was coming to a summer camp; I didn’t know where. Then I was dropped into a den of women, some of whom are desperate, it seems”“Not objecting though? You seem to feel you are the last lick in the barrel. Perhaps you are, or perhaps, with no jocks to compete, the girls are finding a pleasant companion of the male sex is also nice to have; a pleasant, heterosexual, companion of the male sex. I have. (no pun intended..yet)SONG picks up and she starts moving and Dancing SHAKING her head, moving her hips ,twisting etc..whatever type of CRINGE DANCE this gal was into..just being fun and making u forget what SHES PACKING UNDERNEATH ......still with her SWEATER ON she dances for almost a minute till she LIFTS UP her sweater to reveal..ermm...ummm..no..wait....she HAS a bra on?? ummm ok...never took a good glance at her face cause i even forgot she had one .u can deffinetley ASSUME theyre the. I thought it was quiet when I looked down there bearing in mind it runs for a good quarter mile but generally there’s no trouble. It was quiet until half way when a group of these girls appeared from a side gate ahead of me. Loud music came from their house so I’m guessing there was a party in full swing. There were five of them in all, probably aged between eighteen and twenty, all in little hot pants and crop tops clutching bottles of alco-pops. As I got nearer to them, one of them asked.