Hello again. This chapter we'll take a look though the eyes of another boy, Lars this time. Enjoy
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Chapter 3: Lars - June 13th, Morning
I had been the first to get out of bed this morning. I had never been known to sleep much. Especially not in a tent, or in fact anywhere that where not my own bed back home. Usually I didn't leave my room doing the day, unless I had school, or I was out of the house by myself which I did often. For this reason, my parents had sent me here. They had told me that I needed exercise and that I needed to get over my computer-addiction, as they called it. They of cause did not understand that I used the computer for socializing. I had a life on the Internet, more vivid ad complex than I could ever have in real life.
I crawled out and was met with the most incredible sunrise I had seen in my life. Since it was only about 6 am, I knew no one else would be up. All other guys my age slept till past noon if they had the chance, and I did not plan on waking them up and spoil their precious sleep.
I didn't know why but I had always been satisfied with four or five hours of sleep a night. I didn't tell my parents of cause; I was not about to give them a new excuse to go to the doctor and get me on some medication so I could be normal.
To amuse myself I grabbed my camera and decided to take some pictures of the camp and the island. It was the other great passion of my life, taking pictures. I had saved up a lot of money and bought myself a really good camera. My parents didn't understand when I ever got to take any pictures, because I never left my room down in the basement. What they didn't know was that I sometimes liked to sneak out doing the night when I was supposed to be sleeping and take photos of the nightlife, people and scenery. The best once I would edit and put on the internet.
I took a few snapshots of the camp and a few of the sea and of the sunrise, so I would have a full documentation of where I had been and how beautiful it was.
After a while of that, I sat down and looked through the pictures, but that quickly got boring. Normally I would have started my computer, checked some forums, watched YouTube or found some porn and jacked off. I liked looking at pictured of naked guys, both young and older especially if the photo was artistic and/or natural. The day I found out I was into guys, was still very vivid in my memory. About two years ago I had been on one of my nightly walks where I had come across an open bathroom window, where a guy a little older than me had been showering and jacking off. He had not seen me, but I had watched him with a raging boner while he pleasured himself and of cause I had taken pictures, which I still had, hidden away on a secret flash drive. Since then I had experimented with gay porn and taking my own picture naked in the mirror, with an angle that hid my face. Some of them I had put on the internet, just for the sexual thrill and had gotten a lot of comments, not all bad. I was normally pretty shy about my body, since I was so chubby and had a small dick.
I started to think of the three guys who had taken off all their clothes and just been naked for no reason last night. That was just the kind of thing that made me crazy horny and I had been so nervous that they would see my boner. My dick started to harden as I realized they were probably still naked, since they had gone to bed like that. I looked at my camera. I could easily take some pictures of them, while they were sleeping, but what if one of them woke up? I grabbed my camera and quietly moved over to Martin and Jacobs tent almost holding my breath. Both of them had gone to bed naked and with a little luck I could snatch a couple of pictures. I knew what I was doing was wrong, and I took a few moments to play out the battle between my morals and my curious and horny self.
With very slow and careful hand I zipped down the entrance to the tent, just enough to look inside. There was no point in risking them waking up, if there where nothing to gain. I immediately saw that I had score jackpot. Both boys were still naked and both sleeping with no coverage, probably because of the heat in the tent. Martin was lying on his back with one hand on top of his stomach and the other behind his head. His dick was both longer and thicker than my own and it was lying with the underside up alongside his hipbone, pointing towards where Jacob was lying. He had a small patch of blond hair and his balls where round and hung downwards between his legs. Next to him Jacob was on his stomach, so I had a fine view of his perfect smooth round ass. Not only that but his dick was also halfway visible, sticking out from under him. I zipped down a couple more inches and stuck my camera lens inside, and took a few pics making sure not to use the blitz even though the picture would probably had been better with it. There was no point in waking them up with flashes of light. By default, I kept camera sounds off since they distracted the people, I took pictures off a probably drained the battery faster anyway. I watched them a couple more seconds while groping myself outside the underwear.
I was wearing the same t-shirt and boxer-briefs that I had gone to bed in, and now my dick was making a major bulge in them. I had always thought that my dick was too small, even though according to the statistics, it wasn't. I didn't have pubic hair, since I had shaved them off. It was an attempt to make my dick look bigger, but it also felt better with no hair on it.
I closed the tent and groped myself some more. I was sweating and the tension was making my heart race. I wasn't done yet. High on my own adrenaline I silently rushed over to Matt and Sebastian's tent, and zipped down just an inch. I was not quite as lucky this time, but I knew there had been no chance with Matt since he had not gone to bed naked. Furthermore, he was covered with a thin blanket, that I could not risk removing. He was shirtless though and very good looking. Sebastian on the other hand was another story. He was also sleeping with a cover, but he had dragged it up to his navel leaving his whole lower body salivating visible. Sebastian's brown hairless dick was resting between his balls and his right lap. I quickly took a couple of pictures of them as well before standing for just a few seconds groping myself to the sight. It was a few seconds too many. I felt the orgasm coming on, but I did not stop fondling myself in time to stop it. Just as I thought the orgasm would fade away it rushed back and I came with a surprising force and almost moaned loudly. Then I felt how I filled my underwear with a huge amount of cum that soaked them completely, dripping down into the sand.
I must have squirted at least eight times. I don't know why but I always produced big loads of cum, even when I wasn't that horny. Adding that to the fact that I had not jacked off in two days since we had been traveling for that long with limited privacy, which made me crazy horny. This made the load bigger than usual. All this added together to a wet mess of thin runny ejaculate to the point where I might as well have pissed myself.
I quickly snagged off my underwear and rushed back to the tent I shared with Thor, where I quickly and silently grabbed a pair of fresh underwear from my bag which luckily was just within arm's reach, and concealing the sperm-soaked ones in a garbage bag I was using as laundry basket. While in there my eyes fell on Thor who was still sleeping soundly, wearing only a pair of boxers.
Thor was probably the hottest guy I had ever met. Sporty tall with bulging muscles, wide shoulders and a kind square jawed face. I wanted to see him naked so bad but right now, just after cumming, a portion of my good senses had returned and that seemed way too risky. I was already feeling kind of guilty about spying on the others like that and taking pictures. I thought about deleting them but instead I left my camera in the tent and went down to the water and washed myself free from sperm before putting on the fresh underwear. After a few hours of complete and udder boredom, where all I could think off was drawing and writing in the sand with a stick, I decided to make breakfast for everybody – why not. It was now 9 am so they could either get out of bed and eat it, or they could keep sleeping if they wanted, but I was hungry. On a small camping propane stove that I found in the shed, I cooked some oatmeal and went around to everybody this time deliberately waking them up. Only Martin covered himself in reflex when I stuck in my head. Him sobering up had apparently restored some of his decency. Sebastian didn't even seem to notice he was naked, and Jacob just flat out did not care. It seemed that the alcohol had not been the key factor in his shamelessness. I envied them a little. I felt like I would never been able to be naked in front of others like that, even though I knew it would feel amazing.
A few minutes after we had all gotten up and sat around the table, all eating. Some had been more eager to get out of bed than others. Thor and Martin both got up without much problem. Sebastian and Matt both seemed tired for some reason and Jacob had to be dragged out by the feet by his tent mate. It was quite a spectacle to see a half-naked guy haul another naked guy out of their shared tent, by his feet. Martin had put on some underwear and he, Thor, Matt and I all ate in our undies, with me being the only one in a t-shirt. Jacob and Sebastian where both still in the nude. Coincidentally I got to sit between them, and it was pretty hard to keep my eyes front and my dick soft, but I succeeded – probably only because I had cum so recently.
The following afternoon, absolutely nothing happened. The sun had been extremely powerful all day and I could do nothing more than be in the shade. Out of desperation I had found the book, that my mom had pressured me to bring along. We didn't know whether or not someone adult would come a check on us, but at some point, they were bound to show up. I didn't think it would be legal just to leave us here. Then again, we were in a group of islands in the middle of nowhere. That kind of laws probably didn't exist here. I slammed together my book and leaned my head back towards the bench. I was sitting in the sand under the shade, wearing my black swimming trunks and an equally black t-shirt. What I wouldn't give for just ten minutes on the internet. I felt like I would die to see a YouTube video or maybe just a few minutes of porn. The others had gone somewhere, probably swimming or some other physical activity. I wasn't bored enough to do sports and the sun was too much, so I had passed it up.
The only one still in the camp was Thor who was lying on his towel in the sun, apparently just tanning. From what I had observed that guy could sleep all day if he wanted to. I was once again reminded how good looking he was. He was only wearing a pair of shorts and sunglasses and all his bulging muscles where clearly defined under his skin. He had told me that he did a lot of sport which was probably the cause. I suddenly got the idea to take some pictures again. This was always my first impulse when I saw something magnificent and the picture would just be perfect from this angle. I went over and grabbed my camera, where I had left it this morning and scooted back, not wanting to make a sound. I was pretty sure that Thor was asleep, but you couldn't be too careful. It took me only a few seconds to capture a 4 or 5 good pictures, but it wasn't enough. I had thought that with the others' `clothing optional' thing going on, it would not be long before I got to see all of the Thor that I wanted, but that could take days, or never happen, depending on how shy Thor was. I had resisted once before, earlier today, but I knew that this time it would be impossible to do so.
I moved slowly. I could feel the hot sand burn just on the edge of what was comfortable, as I neared with agonizingly slow steps. I took care not to stand over him in a way that would shade him from the sun. Then I took a glimpse at the battlefield. Thor's shorts were held together with a thick orange string around the waist, bound together so all I would have to do was pull one string. That part looked easy enough. Other than that, the fly was kept closed by a cheap plastic zipper. A little more challenging since that one might make noise. I decided that it was worth the risk and took a side glance towards his face. He still looked and breathed like he was sound asleep. With a careful hand I reached out and slowly pulled the right string, instantly untying the knot. I paused for a second, to make sure I was still safe. There was still time to abort the mission, but I shook off that thought. I wanted to see so bad. I could feel my own raging boner already scraping against my own shorts. I grabbed he zipper with my hand, and slowly pulled it down one hook by one. At last I had reached the end and I paused. The point of no return. My heart was beating so fast I was almost sure I would get a heart attack. It was now or never so reached out once more and brushed the flaps aside.
The sight made my heart skip a beat and my dick throb even harder. Thor's dick was not at all what I had expected. I had pictured a huge cock with a bush of furry hair on it. Instead I got something even better. It was actually more or less the same size as mine, in fact it might even have been a little smaller. Even more surprising there wasn't a hair in sight. Apparently, he too had shaved them all off leaving his dick and balls smooth. I stared for a long time before I lifted the camera. I had to have a picture of this, and then go rub one out. This was amazing. I shot a few frames, then lowered the camera again. Then I realized that I would have to close him up again otherwise he'd be suspicious. This was something I hadn't thought about. How would I do that without waking him?
I decided just to zip him up. It seemed plausible that a knot like that could open itself randomly, when you moved about. I reached out and was just about to grab the zipper, when an impulse I could not control grabbed my arm. I had to touch it, just for a second. With a quick glance at his face, making sure he still slept, I gently stroke my hand over his soft penis skin, feeling a wave of danger and ecstasy. Then I felt Thor do the same, he trebled just a little and sat up sharply as if he gotten an electric shock. He looked at me with big eyes, like he wasn't sure what was going on. His sunglasses had fallen off his face and landed on his towel. I stared at his face for a second then did the only thing I could think of. I turned tails and ran.
[Masturbation, voyeurism, nudity, doing stuff to people in their sleep]