Camp Leader Ben - The Maze

A rather delayed August story, but here it is, as voted for by you, a flashback to Ben's Camp Leader days when he ended up naked in the maze!

I hope you guys enjoy this, and let me know in the comments if you'd like to see more Camp Leader flashbacks!

As the summer had worn on, Ben had grown to love Lyle Summer Camp. After the humiliating incident on the bike ride, the ten boys that he was responsible for had been true to their word and hadn’t shared a single embarrassing incident that he’d had.

Ben knew that he should have been laying off of the buffet at every meal and should have been focusing on losing some pounds so that his uniforms fit better, but he couldn’t seem to control himself.

It was only a couple of weeks to the end of camp and Ben was very excited to finally be taking his group to the Lyle Maze. The maze was enormous and had been developed decades ago. It was one of the things that Mr Lyle was most proud of, and Ben couldn’t wait to see how quickly his group of guys tackled it.

“Okay guys, here we are,” Ben said to his group when they arrived at the gated entrance to the maze.

Ben tugged up the back of his shorts, praying that his butt crack wasn’t on show again, as the boys looked up at the massive eight-foot-high hedges.

“Now, here’s what’s going to happen. I will head off to the centre of the maze and in about ten minutes, a claxon will sound, which is when you will all enter the maze. The person who gets to the centre of the maze first and finds me will win our grand prize, which is a fifty-dollar Target voucher.”

The guys all immediately started talking over each other as they claimed to be the one that would find the centre first.

Ben set the timer on the claxon and opened the gates to the maze, relieved that he’d managed to kick off this amazing activity without embarrassing himself.

“Right, guys, you’ve got ten minutes until the claxon. Good luck!”

Ben gave the group a double thumbs up before heading through the gates and into the maze himself. He remembered to follow the path and head left, and then he pulled the map from his pocket, which was no easy feat given how tight his shorts were.

As he followed the winding paths, Ben could feel the sweat under his arms and on his back. It was a sunny day, and he regretted not bringing any water with him, or a cloth to mop up some of the sweat.

By the time Ben was nearing the centre, he heard the claxon sound, and paused to catch his breath, resting against the tight knit hedges. Despite the amount of exercise he’d been doing at camp, he still seemed ridiculously unfit. Granted, the plate of chicken wings he’d gone through the night before, not to mention the stack of pancakes that morning, probably hadn’t helped.

Ben absentmindedly tugged at the waistband of his shorts, the heat and the sweat making them feel even tighter than normal. He tugged his shirt down as much as he could, conscious that a sliver of furry belly was exposed.

It was as Ben was adjusting his shirt that he felt something pinch his knee. He brushed it off as nothing, but as he returned to tugging at the waistband of his shorts, he felt another pinch, but this one was sharper.

“What the hell?” he wondered as he looked down.

Ben’s eyes widened when he saw the red and black ants crawling up his legs.

“Oh no! Fire ants! Fuck!”

Fire ants were notorious in this area, and the camp leaders were frequently telling the campers to avoid touching too many hedges or trees, let alone leaning against them.

Ben whimpered as he felt another ant bite his thigh, and without any further hesitation, he kicked off his boots, unbuttoned his shorts and wrestled them to the ground, before kicking them away and stepping out of them. He furiously brushed off the ants he could see on his furry, muscular legs, but just as he thought he’d got them all, he felt something on his butt.

“Oh, come on,” he hissed, quickly wrenching down his faded white briefs and kicking them off too.

Ben brushed his furry bubble butt, his pubes and his balls, before sighing with relief that he’d got them all. He bent down and tugged off his socks before making sure that they were okay too, before tossing them over by his shorts and briefs and removing his top.

Removing his shirt was no easy feat, and Ben grunted as he finally managed to tug it over his head. Mercifully, there didn’t appear to be any ants on it, and his hairy, chunky upper body seemed to be free of ants or bites.

Sighing with relief, Ben stepped away further away from the hedge with the fire ants when a sudden cool breeze made his jaw drop.

“Fuck, I’m naked,” he gasped.

His focus on getting the ants off of himself and his clothes had completely wiped out any common sense, and now here he was, butt naked near the centre of the maze with his entire group barrelling towards him.

Ben quickly picked up his clothes and the map that was thankfully where he’d dropped it and, after double checking the map, ran for the centre of the maze. His logic was that if he got to the centre, he’d have more time to get himself dressed before any of the guys got there.

His furry bubble butt bounced behind him as he ran through the last twists and turns of the maze. It was as Ben was rounding the last corner that he slipped and tumbled to the floor, his clothes flying out in front of him.

Ben was panting for breath, as he slowly got to his feet, and assessed the damage to his body, but mercifully, he didn’t even have a scratch. However, what he did have was a throbbing hard on.

“Oh no! When did that happen?” Ben whimpered as he gently wrapped his hand around his shaft and gave it a squeeze.

“No, I can’t,” he said, forcing his hand off of his dick.

The sounds of the boys’ voices getting closer made Ben panic and he raced forward to retrieve the clothes that he’d thrown when he’d fallen.

However, there was a slight issue . . . his t-shirt, boots and socks were all on the ground, but his shorts were stuck at the top of the hedge and his briefs were nowhere in sight.

“This can’t be happening to me,” Ben sighed as he yanked on his t-shirt and wrestled it back into place, before pulling on his socks and then his boots.

The sound of the boys shouting and laughing was getting closer, and Ben was in a blind panic as he jumped up at the hedge trying to grab his shorts, his hard cock bouncing around with every leap. Worried about scratching his dick on one of the branches, Ben had no choice other than to put one of his hands over it, and as soon as he made contact, he audibly moaned, his bubble butt flexing.

“Only I could end up hard and naked in a damn maze,” he said through his harsh breathing as he jumped again, and finally managed to grab his shorts.

Unfortunately for Ben, as he grabbed them, they caught on one of the branches, and there was a loud rip before they came free.

Unable to see his briefs, Ben knew he had no choice other than to go commando for the rest of the day and stepped into his shorts before beginning the difficult job of pulling them up his sweaty hairy legs.

“Oh, please get up,” Ben whimpered as he wrestled the material over his thighs and tried to push his epic bubble butt inside them.

By now, his dick was leaking precum all over his hands and his shorts, but Ben was oblivious as his attention was focused solely on the entrance to the centre of the maze where he was convinced some of the boys would appear any second.

With one last grunt, Ben got the shorts on, but his hard dick was making it impossible to zip the fly or button them.

“Maybe if I’m really quick, no one will even notice,” Ben thought aloud.

Wrapping his hand around his dick again, Ben started to jerk off as fast as he could. The only one he’d get his shorts done up was if his cock was soft, and the only way that was going to happen was if he came.

Ben moaned and grunted as he fucked his hand, totally unaware of the large rip in the back of his shorts, one furry butt cheek on full show.

“So close, so close, so close,” Ben whispered as he tightened his grip and flexed his cheeks.

It was at the moment when Ben reached the point of no return that Matt, Luke and Grant rounded the last corner and appeared at the entrance to the maze.

“Holy fuck,” Matt yelled at the sight in front of him.

Ben spun around just as cock shot the first rope of cum.

“Oh, fuck,” Ben said as his dick fired a heavy load all over the grass in front of him.

As soon as he’d finished, Ben tried shoving his dick back into his shorts, but he was still too hard, and for some reason, the laughter and comments from the three guys wasn’t helping.

“Can you guys please look away a minute?” Ben asked, turning his back on them.

The three of them laughed even harder when they saw the now familiar bubble butt on show through the rip in Ben’s shorts.

“We knew you’d gotten yourself into trouble again,” Luke said through his laughter.

“How?” Ben said as he finally managed to get his dick back into his shorts.

“We found these,” Grant said, and Ben turned around to see him holding up the pair of briefs that Ben had been wearing just a few minutes before.

“Please can I have those back,” Ben said holding out his free hand, whilst the other held his shorts.

“Nope,” Grant said with a grin. “We’ll keep these, if you want us to keep quiet.”

Ben blushed profusely knowing that once again he’d been caught in an embarrassing situation, and even worse, the rest of the guys were on their way!