At the Camping

"Hey, are you coming to the river?"  It was Julia, standing next to our tent wearing her bikini and flip-flops.  "Sure," I said, looking up from my book to mom and dad who were also reading. "Let me finish this chapter and I'll join you, OK?"  But Julia bit her lip, checked whether my parents were looking, and shook her head quickly and almost unnoticeably at me.  She seemed oddly excited about something.  She was obviously signalling something to me but I had no idea what she was on about.  So I put my book down, told mom and dad that I'd be back later, got up, and followed Julia.  I was in bikini as well because it was very hot that day and I had already swam in the camping swimming pool before lunch. No sooner had we rounded the first corner, or she started running.  "Hurry up," she said, "Simon's gonna do it for us!  Emily's already there."  Emily was Julia's older sister.  She was 15, almost 16; we were both 14.  I became friends with Julia the day we arrived at the camping, although I didn't particularly like Emily.  She was rather bossy and behaved a bit like she was "above us".  And Simon was the boy in the tent next to them, who was also 15 years old.  He kind of hung out with us mostly because the other group of boys were a bit older than him and I got the feeling he didn't quite "fit in". "Gonna do what," I asked, although Julia's excitement was contagious and I had the definite feeling it was something very interesting.  Julia put on a "we've been over this" face. "Stroke it until it comes," she said, sounding very cool and grown-up about it, which was in stark contrast with her excitement.  "Emily made him agree to it." We had not exactly "been over this", although we did have some pretty intimate conversations - mostly because Emily had a way of bringing up provocative subjects in a very natural way.  I personally still thought boys were pretty stupid in general, but I can't deny that the subjects were interesting. The small river was flowing directly behind the camping, and Julia lead the way to the little beach where the youngest kids of the camping would build their dams and play.  Simon and Emily were standing near the water.  Simon looked a little nervous.  It was obvious to Julia and me that he liked Emily, and maybe he was disappointed that we returned so quickly.  I didn't quite know what to say and I must have looked at him rather sheepishly.  "This is it though, right," said Simon, "no more people now."  Emily smiled.  "This is it.  Come on, let's go." She lead the way upstream along the river, which made a lot of twists and turns.  There was a little patch of grass and Emily stopped.  "This is far enough, noone can see us here," she said.  Simon looked around nervously.  We could still hear the playing kids but he had to admit she was right.  Emily sat down cross-legged and looked up at Simon.  "Go on, you can start."  Simon swallowed.  He seemed both nervous and excited (which was also visible in his swimming shorts), but hesitantly looked at Julia and me.  "Don't worry," Emily smiled.  "They're dying to see it too.  Right girls?"  Julia said "Yeah" and sat down like Emily.  I just nodded and sat down too.  My heart was pounding in my chest.  It was strange how we three girls were sitting there in a row in the sun, watching the boy standing in front of us like he was going to perform some trick.  Simon was still nervously looking around.  I kind of felt sorry for him and the awkward situation, but I will admit I would have been disappointed if the whole thing was blown off. "Having second thoughts?" Emily asked.  "You did promise." "I did not," Simon protested, and I could definitely imagine how Emily had twisted his words. "But we can already see that you want to," Emily insisted, nodding at the bulge in his swimming shorts.  "At least take those off, so we didn't come here for nothing." The boy sighed, took a last look at Julia and me (I blushed when he looked me in the eyes), and took off his shorts.  "Yay," Emily said, "I was going to say "that wasn't so hard", but that would be a bad pun." I was surprised.  I obviously had seen my younger brother's penis plenty of times when we were very young, but Simon's was fully hard and it was much bigger than I had imagined.  It was a strange mixture of feelings: I felt sorry for the boy standing naked in front of us three (especially bossy Emily) and he was looking rather vulnerable, but his dick was also quite intimidating and "proud", in a way.  Seeing how neither Emily nor Julia were looking away bashfully but were rather enjoying the view, I decided I might as well take an eyeful too. Emily was nodding.  "Nice, nice," she said.  "We like."  Simon was looking at Julia and me so we nodded too.  "OK," Emily said after a short silence.  "Let's take a vote, who wants to see it cum?" and she raised her own hand.  I wish I had reacted a bit more like the cool girl I wanted to be, but I shot my hand up way too enthousiastically.  Julia raised hers too, saying "Of course!" "There, no more doubts, I hope," said Emily. Simon nodded, and without looking any of us in the face, grabbed his dick with his left hand, and started slowly moving it back and forth.  I was mesmerized; I had never seen this "live" (let alone just one meter from my face).  When I looked sideways at the other girls, I saw they were watching it intensely as well.  Julia was biting her lip, and I could see through Emily's bikini top that she was physically excited too. It was obvious that Simon was getting into it.  He had his eyes closed, and he was both moving his hand and thrusting his hips forward each time.  He had refused to tell us earlier whether he was still a virgin (I think he was) but this was definitely something he enjoyed doing.  Saying I was "breathless" would be an overstatement, but I did love being there.  The combination of the sunshine on my skin, the boy masturbating right in front of me, and (funnily enough) the presence of the other two girls made me feel light-headed and turned on. "Does it take you long to cum?" Emily asked.  Simon frowned.  "It will if you keep talking all the time," he said.  Strangely, him being more self-confident made me enjoy the situation more, and I looked at the boy with even more intensity. "Yeah let him concentrate, Em," Julia said, "I just want to see it."  I had thought that Simon would not be interested in us younger girls, but I noticed that when he opened his eyes every once in a while, it seemed to be to check whether we were still watching.  He was starting to breathe more heavily, through his half open mouth.  I thought his face looked like one of those renaissance "pieta" paintings.  Nobody said a word anymore; it was just the sound of the river, chirping crickets, the playing children in the background, and his breathing.  Out of the corner of my eye, I think I saw Julia check whether her bikini bottom was showing signs of her excitement.  I didn't dare check my own, but I was feeling very good. "I'm cumming soon," Simon broke the silence.  He openened his eyes and looked directly at me - making me swallow and blush and feel butterflies in my stomach.  He took a deep breath, said "oh", and didn't break eye contact as he shivered, made one big thrust, and came.  In three, four convulsions, thick ropes of cum shot out and landed at least half a meter away in the grass.  I was speachless.  It was much more powerful than I imagined (I thought it would just "dribble out"), it was much more than I imagined (the biology textbook had described the male ejaculate as being "1 - 2 teaspoons", a fact which I remembered vividly because I thought that was a rather strange unit of measure to use for this), and it was much more awe-inspiring than I thought.  I think I exclaimed "oh!" too, and I had my mouth open for the entire duration of his orgasm. Simon pulled up his swimming shorts.  Julia said she found it super hot, and Emily called him "good boy" (which I thought was a bit weird to say).  We walked back to the little beach, each of us not quite knowing what to say.  From there, there was a different path to our tent than to theirs, so we just stood there for some time and I said "so, um, thanks," and Simon smiled at me quite cute, and then I walked back to our tent, my head still somewhat in the clouds.  I went straight inside (my parents still reading outside and my brother luckily still in the swimming pool) with the excuse that it was too hot in the sun, lay down on the air mattress in my own compartment of the tent, and turned out to be just as wet as I thought I'd be.  I masturbated thinking of Simon's orgasm, and have many times since.