Tim, always Timothy. He was a crazy person. No, he really was. He got expelled in the middle of last year when he tried to set his own hair on fire. Then, finally there was Stuart. Stuart was twenty-five with a

Harley and a serious addiction to drugs and heavy drinking. Jenny told me they'd broken up just before the summer. I'd slept easier since then.

I hadn't seen her as much as I'd wanted to during the summer. Her parents had taken her with them on a cruise, and then they'd been back for a week before this camping trip had started. They hadn't been gone more than a few days.

I swivelled around on my chair and looked at the naughty images splayed across the covers of my bed. There were the two blondies, Lips locked together in a heated kiss, arms tightly embracing each other, and bodies interlaced in the passion of the moment. Or, you know, the passion of the cheap photo studio where this was no doubt taken.

I left my thoughts of Jenny and flipped over the page to a much more intimate moment of the same women in almost the same pose except this time one of them was upside down. Their tongues still seemed just as eager to please, however.

I lowered my pants to my thighs and slipped my cock out of my under shorts. I'd spent most of the summer exercising. I didn't want to be the slightly-pudgy guy hanging around with Jenny anymore. I just wanted to be with Jenny. My work had paid off. My arms had swelled with muscle; my belly was firm where it once was squishy. The one region I didn't have to work on was currently on the rise in front of me. Now I wasn't exactly baseball-bat worthy but as I wrapped my hand around a familiar eight inches, I didn't feel particularly Lacking.

My eyes turned back to the girls and my hand started to move over my length. I felt the familiar rise, that tightness between my Legs. This wouldn't take long at all. I turned the page but closed my eyes. I imagined Jenny there, alone. Her long Legs spread open as she waited for me to come to her. I stroked harder as Jenny purred in my mind, her soft blonde hair framing her pretty face. Her skin would be smooth and richly tanned from her cruise, her smile warm and welcoming as she pleasured herself in my thoughts.

It didn't take much of that before I spilled myself across my new-and-improved abs. I sadly bid adieu to the Jenny in my head. She licked her wet fingers and waved naughtily before vanishing into my dreams. A quick non-drip trip to the toilet and I was cleaned up.

Dad actually got home first. My mom stopped by the store for a few things she'd forgotten to pick up. I'd set the table for dinner to avoid having to do it Later and once we'd eaten I ran upstairs to get some sleep. It was nine p.m. I wasn't tired at all.

I slept anyway, my magazines hidden back next to my bashful teddy bear.

I awoke, showered, and dressed the next morning in the space of fifteen minutes. A personal best for someone who can't usually tell which way is up and which is down for at least half an hour after waking up. I snagged a cup of coffee and gulped it down for luck and some much needed caffeine. I rushed out of the house.

It wasn't until I'd gotten to the end of the driveway that I realised it was eight o'clock in the morning and Jenny probably wouldn't be awake for at Least another hour.

Returning to bed was out of the question. With a large yawn, I walked into town to catch the bus into the city. I won't tell you where I live. I wouldn't want anyone to come looking for me.

I landed in town to find it pleasantly empty for a Saturday morning.

I'm not a big fan of crowds. None of the shops were open yet, with the exception of some of the restaurants serving breakfast. I took advantage of this and dined early and alone. After that, I killed some time window shopping and finally grabbed a giant bar of Jenny's favourite chocolate before hopping the bus back to my town.

Soon after that, I was walking up the drive and knocking on her door.

The crackle of the Latch being undone was soon followed by the door opening to the sight of Mr. Taylor. Mr. Taylor was a tall man with strong arms and had spent most of his life doing heavy construction work. Upon seeing me his face brightened.

“Now ‘ere's a ray of sunshine, eh? Come to brighten up her day have you?" He asked before stepping aside to let me in.

“Yeah and if that doesn't work I brought a bribe." I opened the bag and showed him the enormous chocolate bar.

“Well if that doesn't work I have no idea what will." He chuckled.