Thomas woke up again with a start. He as becoming increasingly frustrated with these vague dreams that haunted him every night. The blurred faces and sounds that seemed somewhat familiar but yet also a complete mystery.
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Dawn was breaking as Thomas shuffled off to the showering quarters, keen to avoid the rush that occurs not too long after sunrise. It had been at least a week of cold showers for Thomas. It baffled him that these other boys had been here for months, years even. He was already becoming frustrated with the lack of privacy. How had they been coping?
He quickly towelled himself dry and shoved his clothes back on, eager to be back in his hammock before anyone noticed he was missing. As he hurried out of the room and round the corner, the sound of a branch snapping caught his attention. His head turned just in time to see Gally's arm disappear behind a tree. Curiosity spiked his interest and he moved quietly closer to the woods. Not wanting to be caught following someone who most definitely would use any excuse to give him a hard time, Thomas kept a safe distance. From his spot he could just about make out bare legs and a grunting noise.
Quickly realising what he might be witnessing, Thomas made a swift get away back to the safety of the sleeping quarters. He jumped into his hammock and pulled his sleeping bag tight over his head; trying to erase the mental image of Gally releasing himself. Not such a mystery now of how these boys might of been coping.
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Tonight was Thomas' night. The morning was too risky. Gally might not be the only one using the cover of dawn. No, he would wait until the dead of night. And he could hardly wait.
The day dragged on. It was pretty uneventful. Runners ran. Gally barked orders at Thomas from across the field. Thomas obeyed. As night began to fall, he joined the others as they headed for their hammocks. He waited, still and tense, until he could hear the soft sounds of their breathing.
Once he was sure everyone was asleep, he hopped out of bed and tiptoed across the field into the cover of the woods. Thinking of what he was finally able to do was already getting him hard. He ran a swift hand over his shorts as he walked and his member gave a tingle in return. Once he was convinced he was far enough away and well concealed he pulled down his shorts. He had a semi which was growing with every passing thought. Eagerly he reached down, he let out a shaky breath as his hand began moving feverishly up and down his now solid manhood. Letting out a moan he fell to his knees and started stroking it quicker. He stopped to spit into his hand, lubricating it better, then he went back to pumping his length. As he started to jerk slightly, he moved his other hand to the base of the tree to steady himself. He let out another moan as he released the gooey substance onto the forest floor. After a minute he stood and pulled his shorts back on. After weeks of frustration he was walking on cloud 9. He turned himself round to walk back to camp and as he did, he swore he saw something disappear in his peripheral vision. Before he could think too much about it, he hurried back to his hammock. He was in for a much better sleep tonight.