big ass pov The ‘screen’ was a bit of a joke – actually it was just a noticeboard on wheels and nowhere tall or wide enough – but to be honest I didn’t mind that much. I figured surely a couple of boys would be a lot easier to manage than a cabin full of girls. They weren’t a difficult pair either – they always hung around together, so it would be an easy assignment keeping tabs on them.
big ass pov I was right. It was fine. For the first couple of nights at least. The boys mainly kept to themselves and we were all so exhausted after the day’s activities that we crashed at night really quickly and slept like logs. By the third night though… What is it about the last night of a camp that makes everyone a bit silly?
I don’t know how long most people can go without privacy. Three days and two nights seems like the limit for virile young men who need to – well – take care of themselves. I was at my limit too, having spent so much time among these attractive youths, watching their lithe bodies on the beach: swimming, sunbathing, playing volleyball.
big ass pov It’s not like I didn’t try to sleep that night. I just couldn’t. By midnight I was quietly caressing myself in the darkness, hoping it would relax me. The problem was, I was hoping to finish myself off and pass out, but I needed to hear signs that both of the boys were asleep first.
big ass pov The cabin had three bunks, arranged in a U-shape. When we’d arrived, they’d given me first choice, and I’d opted for the top bunk on the right-hand side figuring it would be more appropriate if I slept out of reach and in a position where I could keep an eye on them if needed. My godson had chosen the top bunk on the left, and his friend decided to go underneath him on the bottom bunk.
