I was already backing out of the tent. “Not my problem dude.” Then I ran as fast as I could back to girls’ side. My tent-mate Sara sat up in her sleeping bag when I unzipped our tent.
“Where have you been?” she asked.
“Nowhere. In the bathroom.” I rolled over and tried to un-see that wet, hairy pussy.
Back on his side, Luigi also had a tumultuous night’s sleep. He freaked out about his porno stash and decided the best thing to do was to walk as far away from the camp as he could (about a half-mile) and throw the whole collection into the river that ran next our site. Unfortunately, he didn’t realize that the river was flowing upstream. The next morning the whole 7th grade awoke to find our entire camp had been paper-mâchéed with porno images brought in from the river and blown all over on the wind. Luckily for Luigi, our teachers figured it was some creepy dude in the woods, and they moved our whole operation just to be safe. Luigi was never discovered as the porn culprit.
via Sex, Love, and Brooklyn: The Problem With Porn and Masturbation | The Measure.