> Polishing Wood > by Hopeful_Ink_Hoof > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Draining > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Timber Spruce dropped the wood he had collected with the rest of the pile. A small groan escaped him as he stood up, rubbing at his shoulder. Even with all the years of practice, the repetition got his muscles stiff. Timber did not really mind though. Sure, there was some stiffness, but nothing hurt, and it was a sign that he was still working hard on the camp. Besides, even if he did end up over-exerting himself, it was not as big an issue as it used to be. One of the counselors waved at him, and he smiled waving back. After the near-loss and the charity fundraiser, not only had Camp Everfree survived, but actually started thriving again. Not only was there enough savings to keep it going for five more years, but they were also able to purchase more land and expand the camp. That included hiring on other counselors to help run things and keep the campers entertained. Those same counselors meant that neither he nor his sister, Gloriosa, had to work themselves to a near frazzle trying to get everything done. They had also built outdoor showers, which he really needed to use. Each shower was its own cubicle, large enough for someone to have dry clothes and a towel inside with them, with water-proofed wooden walls, and cement floor with a drain. Best of all, it had hot water. That in itself made it so much better than simply washing in the lake. Timber turned on the water, and quickly stripped down, tossing the dirty clothes in a far corner. "Hey," a voice called, followed by the sound of knocking on wood. "Hey, dude." It sounded feminine, but not a voice he recognized. Turning, he tried to find the source. "Like, over here," the voice called out, followed by another knock. That was when he saw it. The left wall had a hole in it, approximately below waist height, and something was blocking it so that no light was getting through. "Ah, yeah," the girl said. "Nice." Suddenly remembering he was completely naked, Timber Spruce brought his hands up to cover his crotch. His face heated up with embarrassment as he stood there. "Aww, don't be like that, dude," the girl called out. "You got a nice cock on you." Her voice shifted, getting deeper. "Besides, it's the whole reason I'm here." "Who's there?" asked Timber. "Sorry, but that would take the fun out of it. I mean part of the fun of the glory hole is the anonymity." "Glory hole?" "Yeah," the girl answered. "It's a hole, like this, where you can stick your coc--" "I know what a glory hole is!" Timber snapped, louder then he intended. "I just wasn't expecting to find one in my own camp!" "Well you have one, dude. I've seen how all the work has you totally tense, and you definitely need to relieve some stress. And honestly, so could I. So how about you come closer and we can both get the relief we so badly need?" Timber's shaft had already started to grow erect at the possibility. It had been a while since he had experienced sex of any kind with another person, and even with the extra free time, he had not really had the time or privacy to pleasure himself. Just getting some relief sounded nice, and having it done by someone else's hand or mouth made it sound all the better. On the other hand, Timber had never had anonymous sex or a random hook-up. It had always been in a relationship, with the hope of it becoming something more serious. Then again, he had always been busy with the camp, so casual hook-ups were not exactly something that came around often. Hormones won out and Timber Spruce made his way to the wall. One hand gripped his erect shaft, lining the tip up with the opening. A warm, soft hand took a hold of Timber's cock, fingers trying to wrap around it. They stroked down gently, then back up to the tip. "It's thicker than I thought," she said, her warm, moist breath blowing against the underside. "I don't know if it will fit in my mouth." The warm breath moved further down, stopping at the base. Soft lips pressed against the skin as she gave it a kiss. This was followed by her tongue, tip pressing against him as she slowly, gently, slid her way back up. It stopped just as it reached the underside of the head, circling around it instead. Reaching up, Timber gripped the top of the shower stall. His hips pushed forward pressing against the wooden surface as he tried to force more of his length through the opening. "Don't get too eager," the girl said. "We both want to enjoy this as much as possible." Her tongue tip pressed against the head of his cock and licked, causing him to moan out as his length twitched. Those warm, soft lips followed soon after. They kissed the tip gently before opening to engulf it. Then they slowly moved further and further down, taking more and more of the shaft into her mouth. Until it stopped. A small grunt of frustration escaped Timber as he shifted. He was not used to being in such a passive situation, where his actions were so limited. He wanted to do more than simply stand there. She pulled back, sucking along the length as it slipped from her lips until just the head remained. This time there was no pause as she pushed forward again, taking him back into her mouth. With each downward motion, more and more of his length disappeared in her mouth and down her throat. With each pull back, that warm, wet mouth became a vacuum, sucking against the escaping flesh. Small moans escaped from both of them from time to time. Just when Timber thought she could not take any more, the mystery girl pushed forward, forcing her lips through the hole and practically kissing his crotch. Then she pulled off with a wet pop! "Give me a moment," the girl called out. "Believe it or not, dude, I'm not used to doing it like this." Timber shifted, adjusting his grip and getting more comfortable. Soft flesh pressed against his length. He could feel it shift around him, wrapping around it. The flesh shifted, and he slipped into a cleft, the flesh resting on both sides. It was easy to figure out that he was now nestled between the cheeks of her ass. It slid up and down, grinding against his shaft, and he had to squeeze the wall tighter to keep from doing the same himself. Then, she moved up more and more, until he felt something warmer and wetter. He felt the liquid heat coat the underside of his shaft as it moved up toward the tip. Fingers gripped the base of his cock, adjusting the angle. He felt her press down against him. His shaft flexed under the pressure for a second before popping upright, the tip sinking into warm wetness. Both let out a moan of pleasure at the penetration. After the initial pleasure, she continued to make her way down. Inch by inch, she took his length, the warm, velvety muscles encompassing him. It was so nice. So inviting. Reaching the fence, her hips shifted back and forth before coming to a complete stop. "Gonna have to take over, dude," the mystery girl called out. "Have to keep myself balanced here. 'sides, not fair if I do all the work, is it?" Not in a mood to argue, and actually relieved that he could do more than simply stand there, Timber Spruce took control. His grip relaxed as he adjust his arms. He spread his legs wider, giving him more stability, and causing the girl to moan as he shifted inside her. He pumped his hips, pulling back and pushing forward. The inner muscles gripped at his length as he slid out, and gently caressed him as he thrust back in. Each movement became easier, smoother, as her depths grew wetter. Every time he sank in got a small moan of pleasure from the girl. His thrusts grew stronger as his rhythm picked up, trying to press himself deeper and faster into her depths. Although, not completely. Timber always had to be mindful of the wooden wall between them. If he thrust too fast or too hard, he would be slamming himself against it and risk hurting himself. That would be embarrassing enough in its own right, but having to explain (or come up with a believable story) for it would be worse. And that was before gossip and rumor warped both the injury, and how it happened.i Still, he was able to build up a decent rhythm. One that the mystery girl was enjoying, given that she was moaning almost constantly. Soon, he felt the familiar building pressure in his shaft and balls. "I'm about to cum!" announced Timber. The girl suddenly pulled forward, sliding off of Timber's dick, then slammed back, pressing him between the cheeks of her ass once more. She slid up and down, grinding herself along the length. Although not as good as being inside her, it was enough to send Timber Spruce over the edge. A groan of pleasure escaped him as he climaxed. His length twitched and pulsed as he unleashed string after string of seed against the grinding backside. As the orgasm came to an end, and Timber's shaft began to soften, the mystery partner pulled away. "That was fun," she said. "We should do it again some time. For now though, gotta clean up." Shortly after, the sound of water could be heard from the other stall. Timber Spruce pulled back from the wall, his softening cock slipping from the hole, with a small bit of his seed wiping off against the wood (which made him wonder how often that happened). His gaze drifted down to the hole. It would be easy to peek through. He could see who it was. Figure out how to approach them in person later. With a sigh, he turned and walked away, going to wash himself off as well. As for the hole: there was no hurry to fix it.