Chapter 6: Self-Esteem

The campers from Cabin 3 were finishing their breakfast and busing their trays. Greta tapped one of them, Leo Cromwell, on the shoulder, speaking quietly into his ear.

“Leo, come back to the cabin with me. I need to talk with you.”

Ten minutes later, they were alone together and sitting on his bed.

“I notice you go by your middle name instead of whatever the ‘S’ stands for. Any particular reason?”

“I’m Shane Leo Cromwell. I had to use an open shower in the eighth grade. I got horribly teased, at first by those who had been in the shower and saw me. Soon everyone in the school had heard it, and many of them joined in.”

“I don’t understand. Why were you teased?”

“Whatever the opposite of ‘hung’ is, that’s me. I’m undersized, particularly when I’m soft. After hearing ‘Shane’s shame’ a hundred times, I quit using that name. Fortunately, my family moved over the summer, and I went to a high school where there was no gossip about me and the showers were private.”

Greta looked to confirm what he had told her. It was true; Leo’s cock was withdrawn into his body enough that only a couple of inches were visible. Mostly a lot of foreskin, the floppy opening at the exit dominated the view.

“I see what you mean. Let’s try an experiment.”

Greta peeled off her sports bra and turned her body towards Leo.

“How do you like my tits? Why don’t you play with them? They enjoy attention, even pinching and gently biting. It’s fine, Leo, please go ahead.”

Like many young men, big tits fascinated him. Fifty or sixty years earlier, he might have collected magazines like “Juggs” to masturbate with. With Greta, he started by weighing her boobs in his hands, then added gentle pinches on her hardening nipples.

“They’re amazing! Massive!” he thought. “Her skin is so pale; her small areolas are pink instead of brown. Mm!”

With all the enthusiasm of a year-old baby, he latched onto her nipple. Just as Greta expected, his cock was extending out from his body while she watched.

“What is it they say? He’s a grower, not a show-er,” she thought. “I see he has a large head underneath the foreskin, just the way I like them. Ooh, he bit me gently. I’m getting wet, as usual. Greta, the slut for tittie play.”

“Mm. Leo, keep going.”

“I think he’s totally erect. I would say he’s only a little undersized for length, maybe 5 inches. \I also love the fat head. Nothing to be embarrassed—”

“I love your cock, Leo. It is NOT small, and I can’t wait to have it inside me.”

“What? I thought the staff here were untouchables.”

“Yes, Leo, that’s true. But I’ve been here for four summers, and I have more latitude. Do you want to fuck me?”

“I want to k-kiss first, OK?”

Greta gave an ardent kiss with a swirly tongue. Then she arranged him on his back and hovered over him with her knees on each side of his waist.

“Ready?”

“Y-yes, please.”

“Here we go.”

She aimed him with one hand. Settling down, Greta wiggled slightly to make sure he was fully inserted. The flared edge of his cockhead was a little ‘hard to swallow’ but the stretch was thrilling, just what she wanted. Leaning forward, she started humping.

“Leo, keep playing with my tits.”

“Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God!” Leo silently crowed, with his hands full of dangling tits and his mouth hanging open. It was his first pussy penetration, and he couldn’t believe the feelings he was enjoying.

“Greta, I’m ... I’m going...”

“Come for me; I want it all.”

Greta was shocked at how full she felt when he was done.

“You put a quart of milk in my pussy. What are you going to do about that?”

“Get a towel?”

“Bzzzt. Wrong answer. I’m going to spin around, and you’re going to lick me clean. Any questions?”

“Um, that means—”

“Damn right. Don’t tell me you’ve never tasted yourself. It doesn’t matter; I don’t care. I want to come now, so get to work!”

When she planted her pussy on his face, she resisted the urge to push out the contents of her vagina.

“I don’t want him to choke. So much! Unbelievable.”

But Greta knew why he was so productive. First, she needed her orgasm, which came fairly quickly.

“Leo, I’m going to push out whatever is left; be ready.”

He swallowed the last of it, then sweetly planted a kiss on her clit.

“Did you enjoy that? Nevermind, I know you did. I’m climbing off now so we can cuddle.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I’m glad we’ve had this chance to be together. You should know that there’s a reason I decided to join you this morning. Put simply, the young women are talking about you, and it’s not great.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah. You flooded me today because you haven’t been coming. Not while jerking off, not even while being blown. Sometimes, you’re not even having an erection.

“But you have just shown me that you’re not gay and you’re not incapable. Part of your camp experience is to enjoy sex. A whole lot of sex. You should leave here proficient and capable.

“So, tell your ‘Aunt Greta’ what you think is the problem. What inhibits you with the four girls in your cabin?”

“It’s my shame. I feel unattractive, not sexy, a disappointment. They respond to me with frustration, and it spirals down the drain. The more I can’t come with them, the worse I feel.”

“How do you feel now?”

“Virile. Potent. The first time I’ve felt like this. Today was MY first time, Greta. Thank you.”

“And it won’t be the last, I promise you. All four women in your cabin want to coax your badger out of his hole and ride you like I just did. Don’t you feel attracted to them?”

“I do!”

“They just need reassurance, as you received this morning. It’s not always fair, but they feel sad when their efforts don’t seem to work on you. That is, sad about themselves. Tonight, you’ll have another opportunity, and I hope everything goes better for you. If not, you know where to find me.

“I’m going to put my sports bra back on, OK?”

“Aw, do you have to?”

“You sure stroked my ego. You can have five more minutes, Leo.”

Oscar approached Landon at lunchtime.

“I’ve polled both our cabin and Cabin 3. We’d like to go back to the Inkwell for another swim. What do you think?”

“Let’s ask Cabins 4 and 6. If they agree, we’re golden.”

Greta polled Cabin 4, and Landon went to Cabin 6. Swimming was the popular choice, and an hour later, all 32 campers had congregated on the shore. The even-numbered cabins were first.

Will brought the pool noodles he used for the previous swim. He approached his previous aquatic partners.

“Marcia, Helen, do you want to play with my noodle again?”

“Forget it, buster. The answer is no, and we don’t want your foam things either, right, Marcia?”