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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Camp_Camp_(Web_Series)
  Relationship:
      Max/David
  Character:
      Max_(Camp_Camp), David_(Camp_Camp), Neil_(Camp_Camp), Nikki_(Camp_Camp)
  Additional Tags:
      Blowjobs, Masturbation, Voyeurism, ruined_orgasm, Over_stimulation, young
      max, im_not_a_pussy, we_don't_age_up_in_this_house, I'm_this, Good,
      christian_-_Freeform, House_-_Freeform, pedophile_David, Dubious_Consent,
      dub_con
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-17 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1331
****** Suck my dick, David! ******
by Bleblen
Summary
     David sees something he shouldn't but doesn't stop himself from
     indulging, Max deals with conflicting feelings and ends up biting off
     a bit more than he can chew.
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     I have four chapters planned for this, it is continually depending on
     feedback.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
David had had trouble sleeping since he was 14, when puberty abruptly decided
to force him into a jumbled circadian rhythm of little rest and high energy. He
had spent much of his adolescence alone at ungodly hours of the night, staring
at the ceiling, trying to settle the guilt and anxieties that seemed to
constantly plague his mind. Throughout the years the red head had tested many
different ways to fall asleep or at the very least, quiet his brain, most
ending in failure or very marginal success, and each leaving him more
frustrated than before. At the end of his trials there was only one tried and
true method that never seemed fail at bringing him a bit of inner peace.
Walking. Even as a teenager living in the city, David had enjoyed late night
walks, the way the usually bustling streets quieted, how there was a faint
orange glow from a sky full of light pollution to illuminate his path, and the
stoplights signaling from red to yellow to green even without a line of eagerly
waiting cars. The soft echoing of his own steps along the pavement was the only
thing bouncing around his skull as cool night air filled his lungs, a true
nirvana for the boy.
 
It wasn't until David was 17 that he was officially diagnosed with anxiety and
put on medication to help quell his restless thoughts. This of course made it
easier for him to cope with the stress of becoming an adult, moving out, and
eventually obtaining his dream job as a counselor at Camp Campbell, it did not
however, fix everything. Some nights he still found himself under the covers,
staring into the darkness, and every time he tried to close his eyes they would
seemingly open back up of their own accord for him to realize moments later.
This was one of those nights.
 
The lanky man rolled onto his side with a groan of resignation to glare into
the sharp red numbers on his alarm clock reading 2:33am. He slapped a hand
gracelessly over his face and dragged it down to pull out some of the tension
resting in his features. He sat for a moment, absently gazing at the wall, his
face slack before yanking himself into a sitting position and swinging his legs
off the side of the bed.
"Okay!" The counselor murmured to himself in a quiet voice, attempting to rouse
a small amount of excitement. He slipped on the hiking boots he kept close to
his bedside for just this type of occasion and stood up, raising his arms above
his head, he stretched out his torso and let out a soft, pleased sigh before
making his way out of the cabin.
 
David's heavy hiking boots crunched the pine needles and sticks that littered
the trail as he walked along the familiar path through camp. He had to pass by
the bathroom, mess hall, and camper's tents on his usual nighttime route, which
never really presented an issue even if he did run into the occasional kid,
wandering around in search of some water or the restroom. The counselor would
usually just help the sleepy and disoriented camper accomplish whatever goal
they had set out to do and then lead them back to bed. The ginger did however,
stop in his tracks, confused, when heard a soft whimper escape from the
slightly ajar bathroom door.
 
Is a camper crying, are they hurt? The initial worst-case-scenario thoughts
came rushing in as his path immediately diverged and he headed towards the
cracked door, pausing outside. He ought to be quiet as not to shock the
distressed kid, David concluded as he gently pushed the door forward, just
enough to peek in. The scene before him caused the man to immediately jolt back
with the feeling of being punched in the gut, he stumbled backwards a step,
putting a hand to his chest, attempting to slow his heart. Could he be sure
what he'd just seen? Was what he thought was happening really the case? The
counselor sat there, registering what just happened. All he knew for sure was
that he had seen Max.. Sitting on the floor showing.. Quite a bit of skin, and
he had been touching- David wasn't sure he wanted to finish that thought as a
heat tickled his cheeks. He looked back up at the door that was still hanging
slightly open, just enough for gazing in, as another frustrated noise slipping
out through it. The redhead bit his lip, he should really go. But what if Max
was hurt? Wasn't it the responsible thing to check and make sure he'd
appropriately assessed the situation? As a counselor wasn't it his duty to make
sure his campers were safe?
 
The lanky man cautiously stepped forward, back to his spot in front of the
door, a strip of light fell across his face as he peered through the crack, his
breath immediately caught in his throat, his eyes widened, and his hand shot up
to grip the doorframe. There on the floor, half turned away from David, sat
Max, fruitlessly grinding against his own palm. The boy's skin was reddened
from effort and arousal, coated in a sheen of sweat as his breath came in heavy
puffs. His pants were bunched just below his knees, allowing his legs to spread
and give his hips more freedom to buck. One hand was firmly planted onto the
floor behind him for leverage and balance as the other rubbed, inexperienced
and clumsy, against his groin. The counselor counted his blessings, for if it
had not been for the red briefs covering the camper's prick, he may have
fainted right then and there, it was bad enough that a raging blush had sprang
to his cheeks, he did not need to further draw attention to himself. In fact,
now that he had made sure the boy was okay, he should most definitely leave. He
should go before he does something he regrets. He should go before-
 
His train of thought was shattered as an unsated cry came from Max's open,
panting mouth. The man's mind gave one last feeble scream for him to leave but
he just leaned closer. The kid was obviously fumbling, not sure what he was
doing with himself and the thought.. It drove David insane. He had always known
that he was attracted to younger age groups and had been able to keep it on a
leash to achieve his dream job, but there was something about Max that had
pushed the man to his limits since day one. Maybe it was his soft, dark skin
and the way it glowed in the sun, the skin that was now covered in sweat and
peeking out from under his shirt as his stomach stretched with each upward
thrust, or maybe his harsh and guarded voice he used to degrade his superior,
that same voice currently coming out as broken, needy, and frustrated gasps and
moans. The redhead could regrettably feel himself getting hard as he watched
the normally snappy boy who talked so confidently about explicit things,
showing how truly little he knew as he clumsily chased his orgasm. The
counselor unconsciously brought his hand down from the doorframe to grope at
his stiffening cock, mistakenly letting out a whine at the contact.
 
Max's feverish movements immediately halted along with David's heart. The young
boy's head snapped to the entrance, to the figure staring back at him, his eyes
were wide and his pupils the width of pinpoints as he bore into the man's soul.
The counselor froze briefly, terror consuming him as the weight of what he'd
just done crashed down on him, his features contorted in fear. He slammed the
door shut and frantically sprinted back to his cabin, Max's panicked and
accusatory 'David!?' the only sound that ricocheting around his head as he ran.
He would not be sleeping tonight.
End Notes
     I don't have any set dates for release of the next chapter but expect
     it in about a week!
     Comments are greatly appreciated as this is only my second fic and I
     want feedback on style, pacing, grammar, or whatever you think is
     needed.
     Hate comments will just be deleted so they're just redundant at this
     point.
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