Camping – part 1

Camping (with Uncle Thomas)

Part 1
 
Dear Diary

We are going camping as a family today. Well at least we were until Dad told me that our car had a broken ‘something or other’ and won’t make it. Instead he said that rather than hold back the family I can go with my cousin Siobhan and Uncle Thomas and Auntie Pam and my cousin Paul. I hate Paul cos he keeps looking at my tits but Siobhan is okay although she is a year younger than me at 13. But I am nearly 15 now. Paul is also 15 and I reckon he is a pervy little git, just like his Dad, my Uncle Thomas.

All of us will be sleeping one side of the large pop-up trailer and my Uncle and Aunt will sleep on the other side. We pulled into the campground at night, it was one I hadn’t stayed in before and by the time Uncle Thomas pulled the camper into the site I think all us kids were dying to go to the loo. Paul had to help his dad set up for a minute and Siobhan was asked by her Mum to help her unpack so I ran to an old brown toilet block at the end of the campground and went into the respective side of the building that had showers and toilet stalls in it. There was a small light in the centre of the room that gave out enough light to see by. 
 
Anyway I sat down on the bowl and started to pee. As I did I looked to my side and noticed a hole in the wall. It was probably the size of a coke can and seemed to look right in on a stall on the other side of the wall.  There were two hooks to the side of the hole and I noticed a toilet paper holder sitting on the floor near my feet.  I looked at the holder and holes on it and then lifted it up putting it back up and it covered the hole.  I wondered why someone had taken it down and not put it up and curiously took it back down and looked through the hole.
 
I looked through the hole and could see the stall next to me but also I could see through the slightly open door. To the outside of the door was a urinal that I could see that some guy who would probably never know I was watching him. 

You know Diary I thought that this was a great set up but then suddenly I heard a door open and spring shut. I sat back in my stall and heard someone walking in the men’s toilet. I heard the steps stop but no door opened so I figured that someone was at the urinal.  I couldn’t help it and leant forward and looked. It was my cousin Paul.
“Damn!” But for some reason I didn’t lean back. I watched him from the side and could almost see his prick. I soon saw the stream of piss though and was intrigued. I haven’t seen many cocks yet being only 14. I watched as he finished and then shook his thing. I thought I almost saw it. Paul then looked to his right and left as if looking to see if anyone was watching and then took a step back and continued to shake his prick.  I couldn’t believe it. He was starting to play with himself! Paul started to pull on his dick, just like I had done with Cousin Benny last year. It wasn’t total sex. I had jerked him off and he had fingered my cunt. That was considered sex, as far as I had gone so far anyway. 
 
But now I couldn’t believe I was watching my cousin and figured he must be doing it here as he couldn’t do it sleeping right next to her and his sister in the pop-up tent.

You know diary that I masturbate often too but had heard guys do it, like everyday! And Jim must be one of those guys. Suddenly I heard footsteps on the rocks outside the “brown house” and took the paper holder off my lap and started to re-hang it. I heard Uncle Thomas talking to Paul. I quickly but nervously put the other hook on and figured I had better get out of there as I had been in the toilet for a while. I guessed Paul must have heard the footsteps too and stopped wanking so as not to get caught by his dad. 

As Kate flushed and exited the stall my Auntie walked in and her first words were “Are you alright dear?” I replied, “I guess dinner didn’t agree with me, so much for spicy food!”  Auntie felt bad for me while I was thinking I had come up with an excuse to come back to the toilet block later. My Auntie started to head into the ‘trick’ stall and I quickly told her to use the other one implying it might be better after I had been in there for a while and Auntie Pam just laughed. 
 
We collected outside the bathroom block and walked back to the camper.