Hell, I wasn't peeking anymore, I was in a full-on stare. "Maybe you're gay and just don't know it yet," he said with a mocking smile, "...or maybe yo... know you are and just don't want to admit it." He pulled the sagging skin of his sweaty ball sack hard and slowly let it slip through his fingers. I stopped my feeble denials and silently gazed at his manhood as he stretched that sweaty sack again - hard enough to raise his hips. "So which is it going to be?" Another slow, long, and hard tug. I. Tears are in my eyes as I climb down the rock, pushing the humiliating desire out of my mind and reluctantly start the long plod back to camp.As night falls and the air is filled with the sound of crickets and toads, I lay in the camper alone; fearful that the next sound I hear could be Chester. Several times I awake with a start, at the sound of a rock rolling in the river and then set waiting, listening and hoping it's not Chester. I strain to see through the screen window into the dark. The. ”“No, gross. I...I don’t want to...” She said weakly with a hint of doubt.“Well your eyes say otherwise.” I said approaching her on the bed. She didn’t move.“Have you ever been with a guy before?”“Yeah...a couple times...”“Show me what you did then. Come on.” I commanded. She didn’t react so I reached out and pulled her hand over to my dick. Instinctively she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and slowly began to pump.“So how does it feel?” “uhh.. its big...and hot…and hard…” She replied. " I don't believe you. You act as if you are the General in some army and I must obey your every command." That's a hurtful comment." Well, you do. You ask all kinds of things that are really weird for a fourteen year old girl and are certainly none of your business. Then tell me to drop my pants so that you can inspect me. What, to see if I am good enough? To meet some standard that you have for guys that you are with? Is this how girls act in your country?" You just do not understand. There.