"Greenie get the water" Gally threw a bucket at Thomas then bent down to grab a few planks of wood "I have to get more wood" he sighed then walked over to alby "I'm going to get some brush in the woods, I'll be back in about a half an hour".
Alby nodded at him "Be careful, don't break anything" he laughed then patted his shoulder. Gally chuckled a little before he started walking towards the woods, he crossed a glance with Thomas. Thomas gave him a small smile to ease up his glare.
Gally walked through the woods and grabbed as many branches and twigs as he could, he brought them all back to a designated area then went further to get more. He puffed his chest out then exhaled heavily as he tried to take a tangled branch, once it came loose he slammed it on the ground in frustration. He leaned on the tree and let out a few breaths then moved his hand down his jeans to wipe off his hands "fuck…" he remained against the tree while he brushed the dirt off his hands, the moment of peace and quiet, none of the other boys were there and he was obviously frustrated. He thought for a while then he let out a sigh and quickly unzipped his pants and spit into his palm and slid his hand into his pants; gripping his length. He let out a shaky breath when his hand touched his length, he started to move his hand back and forth against his skin. Letting out a quiet moan he got onto his knees and brought his length outside his pants, stroking it quicker. He stopped abruptly then spit onto his hand again, lubricating it better, then he went back to stroking his length. He moved his other hand to the base of the tree as he started to jerk slightly, feeling the pulse with each stroke, he let out another moan as he continued until his length release the white gooey substance. He sat back after he released, panting slightly, he zipped his pants back up and swallowed while trying to calm his breathing. He stood back up and grabbed the brush, carrying it back to the spot and then dragging a bit of the wood towards the camp.
Once he reached the camp Minho came up from behind him and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back a bit the whispered "That was fucking gay" then he continued on with a smug smirk. Gally was fuming.