It was Sam's second week at Camp Orchard this year, and he hadn't been pantsed or anything. Maybe his luck was changing? Or maybe the girls were just planning something sinister.
The girls cabin had a small loft with a single twin bed. It usually wasn't used for sleeping. Most girls liked going up there during the day to read and look out the window right near the bed. The window was almost as big as the loft, making it very easy to see both in and out. That's fine if you're there in the day. Not so good if you're up there naked at night.
Sam was the last boy to arrive this year and there were no more beds in the boys cabin. Rather than send him home, they asked the girls if he could stay in the loft. Most of the girls had already seen Sam's tiny package from the broom pantsing incident, so they weren't really bothered by the idea of him being there. They only had one condition. He'd have to go to bed before them and stay up there all night and not come down until all the girls had left the cabin. The camp counselors agreed, and so did Sam. He really wanted to stay, and he'd actually stayed in the girls cabin a few years ago. But that was before he really liked girls.
The first night was just fine. Sam got into his pajamas, brushed his teeth, and made sure to go pee before heading up to the loft. The girls walked into the cabin and asked Sam if he was ready to sleep.
"You in bed, Sammy?"
"Yep! Thanks for letting me stay! I'll be quiet as a mouse!"
He preferred being called Sam, but Sammy was okay since the girls were being nice.
The girls all started getting ready for bed. Changing clothes, brushing hair and teeth, but all under the loft or in the other rooms. Sam couldn't see anything from his bed, even if he tried. He was curious though.
Late that night, he heard some whispering. It sounded like the girls were playing truth or dare. A few of them must have chosen truth because it was followed by oohs and ahhs and lots of giggling. Then it happened. He heard the door open and close, followed by more giggling. He heard footsteps outside. He slowly turned his head and looked out the window. Sam couldn't believe his eyes. There, right outside the loft widow was a completely naked girl, sneaking around near the trees.
The moon was bright and made her skin glow. He could see every gorgeous curve from her perky boobs all the way down to the slit between her smooth legs. She seemed to be dancing in front of his window, on purpose! Then she reached down and stuck her finger up her pussy and shouted, "Oh yes, Sammy! Take me!" She laughed hysterically and ran back inside. All the girls laughed uncontrollably.
Sam's dick wasn't so little after that. Watching a naked girl was amazing, and seeing her finger herself made Sam's little member into a raging boner. Of course, it was still pretty tiny, only about four inches long, but Sam couldn't help himself. He touched his pulsing boyhood while the images of the naked girl fingering herself and saying his name played over and over in his head. It wasn't long at all before Sam came under his sheets, moaning with pleasure.
The room was deathly silent. Sam swallowed, hard. Why was everything so quiet all of a sudden? Then, the unthinkable happened.
"Sammy, are you jerking off up there?" The girls all laughed again. Sam's face turned bright red. He couldn't believe they'd heard him jerking off. They'd have to know he'd seen the naked girl. His heart sank. He'd never live this down.
The girls kept laughing and whispering, and occasionally asked Sam a question. Sam kept quiet, and eventually went to sleep. He couldn't believe he'd done that in the girls cabin.
That was almost two weeks ago. He never heard anything about it since, and he'd been really good too. He always made sure to get ready early and not even try to look out the window at night. But last night he did hear some more whispering, a lot more than the whole last two weeks.
Tonight Sam was a little late getting to the cabin. One of the girls stopped to talk to him, and he couldn't say no. She was so pretty. She was at least a year or two older than him and she kept brushing her boobs up close to him, skimming them against his arm and shoulder. Sam's undies were getting tight. The girl looked down. Sam looked down. They could both see Sam's pecker was at full attention and sticking straight out in his camp shorts. With no way to hide it, Sam turned red and sat down on the ground, covering his crotch. He groaned in embarrassment.
The girl giggled. "It's ok Sammy. I'll tell you what. How about a repeat of that night a few weeks ago? I've kinda been hoping to run outside naked again!" She winked coyly at the horny boy. Sam shook his head, 'yes' about fifty times.
"Ok, I'll do it again tonight, but you have to do something first."
Sam couldn't believe this was even a discussion. He'd do anything for this goddess.
"You have stand naked in front of the loft window, with the reading light on so I can see you. Then you have to do everything I say and I'll get naked again."
Sam just softly said, "uh huh. I'll do it."
"Good. Go on and get ready for bed, just leave your clothes downstairs. That way I know you're ready." She winked again, driving Sam's dick wild.
Sam slowly got up, still shy about his boner. He waddled down the path, making the girl giggle as she watched Sam struggle with his pulsing dick.
The cabin seemed weird now. Sam rushed to his pajamas and piled them near the sink. Then, looking around, he pulled down his shorts and underwear, making his little boner flip up and down. His face turned red again. He felt so naughty. He pulled off his shirt and put it with his pajamas. Then he slipped off his shoes and socks, quick as a flash.
He piled everything together and rushed up to the loft, his little dick slapping back and forth on his legs as he ran. As he went up the ladder, his dick slapped the ladder rungs. He stopped to rub against one of them, rubbing all the way forward to his balls and back again. Oh God, he was so horny.
Finally up in the loft, he rushed overtop of his bed and stood naked in front of the window. He couldn't see out the window very well. The moon was covered tonight. But he could hear voices. Then he heard her. The pretty girl from before.
"You gotta turn on the light, Sammy. Turn on the light and do what I say and I'll get naked again!"
Sam didn't realize he'd forgotten about the light. He reached over and turned it on, illuminating him and the entire loft in the window. As Sam stood straight up, he saw them all. All of the girls. Every. Single. One. All looking at him, standing naked, with a boner, in front of the window. He instantly covered his crotch.
"Oh, no, Sammy! That's the best part!" The girls all giggled while she spoke. "Be a good boy and put your hands way up in the air! I wanna see everything!"
Sam hesitated. His hands could barely cover his dick and balls, not because his boyhood was very big, but because his hands weren't very big either. His body started to shake, feeling a rush of cool air around him.
"Move em, Sammy, or you'll never see me naked!"
Sam thought for a second. They'd already seen him, and he really wanted to see those boobs again! Slowly, Sam lifted his hands to the sky, revealing his deflating dick, shrinking back to it's normal size.
"Oh, Sammy, that's no good! I wanted to see your dick as big as it can get! That's why I touched you with my boobs. Didn't you like my boobs Sammy?"
Sam remembered her boobs earlier. The way she grazed them over his body. They were so soft and squishy. Like marshmallow pillows. Sam's pecker started to come back to life.
"There we go, big boy!" The girls all laughed. There was nothing big about this boy. Not his dick, not his balls, and he was still pretty short.
"Now, start rubbing yourself. I want to see it get bigger!"
Sam's face turned red. He couldn't do that, not in front of anyone!
"Rub it Sammy!"
The girls all started cheering him on. "Rub it, rub it, rub it, RUB IT!"
Sam bit on his lip and reached down to his little dick. He reached under his balls, cupping them and resting his little shaft on his forearm. He slowly rubbed his dick and balls up and down while the girls chanted. It actually felt pretty good. He was horny as hell.
After about twenty seconds, the girl made him switch gears. "Now jerk it, Sammy, I wanna see you squeeze it at me so I can pretend to rub it with my boobs!"
Sam looked right at her boobs. She had a low cut shirt that showed off her impressive cleavage, soft and supple. Sam locked his eyes on her, pretending he was sliding his dick in and out of those luscious boobs.
The girls all whispered, they couldn't believe he was actually doing it. He didn't notice they were recording him, zoomed in on his little cock getting fondled and leaking his precum.
Sam started going faster. He looked intensely at the girl's ripe, hot breasts, pushed together and showing off their beauty. Then all at once, Sam's body thrust up and forward as he blew his boyhood load all over the loft window. The girls all gasped in surprise. His body squirmed in waves as he came over and over, squirting in spurts on the window. Sam slowed down his thrusting as his cum dripped from his tiny dick, streaking down with thick drops on the ends. The window was drenched.
Sam slowly opened his eyes, seeing the stunned faces of all the girls watching him. But how could he see them so well now? Then he saw the phones. Lots of em. All recording him touching his dick, lighting up the faces of the girls behind them. His heart sank again.
"Alright girls. We got what we wanted. Now what should we make him do for us?"
Sammy couldn't believe this was happening. How could he have been so gullible?
The girls whispered some more. "You hear that Sammy? We recorded everything. Now you have to do whatever we say, whenever we say it, or else we'll show this to everyone!"
What will they make him do?