The Oasis E5 | Today's lesson at camp is to conserve

Everyone is over the age of 18

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Little recap: Having a mid-20's crisis, Barry finds a strange ad for a camp retreat and decides to go impulsively. At Camp Oasis, there are rules for everything; from cumming together and to washing each other in shower... Barry is guided by William and Chris in an awakening of what masculinity truly means.

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William moving around woke me up. It was a strange dynamic – every night, I was tired enough to fall asleep quickly, but sharing a room with so many people and no walls between us meant my sleep was always light.

“What are we doing today?” I yawn. William is already putting on his socks. 

Wait, we have clothes again? Where did those come from? 

“Still with the questions, newbie.” William chuckles. “Get dressed.”

On my other side, Chris is still sound asleep. There's some other movement in the darkness of the room, but it seems like everyone would still prefer more sleep. 

“So I told you I work for my keep here, right?” William says while motioning towards the door. I put on the clean clothes at the foot of the bed and follow him. “You can do this part. It's fun.” He points to the light switch. 

“What the fuck!”

“Jesus Christ!”

“You fucking asshole, William.”

The room breaks out into discontented groans. 

“It's the newbie, not me,” William shouts. “Alright, ladies. Up and at them.” He blows a whistle loudly, making me jump. 

With more moaning and groaning, all the guys got up from their beds. Some of them slipped on their shirts before getting up, while some of them stretched fully nude in front of each other. Clearly, it's not their first time. This one guy with a full bush and a morning boner catches my attention. He casually talks to his friend while his hard shafts waves along with his natural movements. 

“Your best bet is go at it hard, because it's going to be cold as fuck,” Williams says. 

We started with running around the lake. The brisk morning air stung my shins, so I followed William’s advice and picked up the pace. By the time we reached the other side of the lake, I was breaking a decent sweat.

“Good man,” Williams says, jogging in place. “Alright ladies, drop and give me 50.”

“50?” I asked incredulously. Instead of replying, William blew his whistle loudly again. I drop with everyone else and do a push up with each shrill sound. 

“20!” 

“21!”

Shit. My arms give out and I lay belly flat on the damp grass. The veins on a couple guys’ foreheads look ready to burst. William’s shoe blocks my view. 

“25!” I summon all my strength to rejoin the group. 

The morning went on like that. It went on… and on… and on. After the push-ups came sit-ups. Then, it was on to planks. After that, we jogged along the water until we reached a field with a variety of metal contraptions. I was stunned by the amount of equipment there was.

“Oh, fuck no,” I mutter to myself. I scan the different tires along the ground and then at the hanging rope apparatuses. 

“Going to turn you into a real man,” William says. “Once you get these, you can take my job.” He lifts his shirt to give me a peek of his defined 6 pack. 

I turned around to look at the reaction of the other men. Again, I'm reminded that it's not their first time because none of them look surprised. They do, however, look exhausted. A lot of them have taken off their shirts and those who haven't, have large sweat stains on their beige clothing. 

“One at a time! We stay until each and every one of you finishes the course!” William calls out to the group. “Newbies go first. You're going to want to take this off.” 

I peeled my sticky shirt off and enjoyed the cool air drying me off. 

“BARRY!” Williams roars. 

“BARRY!!!!” The chorus of men sings back. It gives me the tenacity I need to get going. 

It was hard. I'm not by any means out of shape. However, my arms were already out of gas from the pushups, so having to climb up a swinging rope net was literally hell. All the while, the guys behind shouted at me to keep going. It was a mix of encouragement and beratement.

“Hurry the fuck up! My arms are going to give out!”

“Let's go, man! Get it over with!”

“BARRY!”

Somewhere along the way, my functional brain stops working and I see just the next step in front of me. The next rope to grab. The next stand to jump onto. The next rickety thing to run across. 

“BARRY! BARRY! BARRY!” I was fueled by the chanting behind me.

I made a last flying leap to a rope and swung over to a wooden platform. Upon landing, I collapsed. 

“YEAH BUDDY!” William grabs me roughly and moves me out the way. Heavy steps land beside my head as the next guy jumps onto the platform. His impact reverberates the wood that I'm laying on. 

“Oof!” Another shirtless man towers over me and slaps my stomach. A large thud on the wooden platform follows, and another man congratulates me. They all touch me in some way, and I lay there with a big smile on my face.

I fucking did it.

“I'm not going to carry you to the next thing.” William extends his hand to me and I take it. I know better now to not ask where we're going. I follow the crowd until we head into yet another building. 

The humid air hit me like a thick blanket. Evidently, this is some sort of sauna. The intense heat compresses my chest in a nice way. As we made our way in, the guys lowered their bottoms and kicked them off to the side. I did the same, expecting our reward to come now. 

As everyone found a place to sit, the normal chatter settled in. Everyone's ball sack hangs low in the heat which is pretty mesmerizing to watch. Thinking about it now, the cabin where we sleep is pretty cold. This is the first time I've seen everyone droop so low. Some balls even drape over the edge of the bench that the guys sit on.

We hotbox in the stench of our sweat, creating a concoction of manly funk in the heavy air. There is something reassuring about it, because it isn’t old sweat. There's a sensation of virility and energy in the way it smelled. 

Is that guy hard? 

In fact, it looks like several guys are sporting a semi. I think we're all excited about what's coming next. So far, every day has had some form of group cum, and this seems like the perfect moment after working us so hard. 

The room falls silent as the doors open. A tall and skinny figure walks in with a flowy robe. 

“Hello, Oasis.”

“Hello, Maximilien,” everyone responds in chorus. 

“You have worked hard today. I can smell that you are growing stronger as men. I can sense that you're connecting with your primal energy.” Maximilien’s voice makes me think he's quite young. He doesn't seem like the wise old leader I imagined him to be. “I'm sure you're ready to release.” 

I saw some guys’ dicks twitch in anticipation. 

“But none of you will cum today.”

Everyone groans immediately. I think we all need the release after such a long workout. The fact that all the men are confirming that need is turning me on. 

Guys need to release. And together is better.

“We must practice conservation. We must tap into the true power of our semen.” Robed figures file in silently behind him and enter the sauna. 

“Don't worry,” Chris reassures me. “It'll be okay.” 

One of the robed figures stopped directly in front of me. His probing eyes bore holes into mine. 

“You will conserve.” 

“Hey!” The robed man puts something over my semi-hard cock. 

“Relax, Barry.” Chris leans back as the robed figure in front of him does the same thing. The cage pushes into his unruly public hair. 

It's tight, and my boner pushes up against it, trying to grow bigger as the robed figure fiddles with it. The man adjusts it so it feels even tighter and straightens his back. Just as smoothly, the robed men exit the building. 

“You will conserve until the right moment. And it will be worth it. For we are in Oasis, where we promise the pleasure will always come first.”