Ben's Weekend Camping Trip Chapter 6
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Chapter 6: Senior Patrol Leader
It’s been a while since anything memorable happened in scouts, my high school sophomore year started normal, but the pandemic screwed everything up. Evan and I got our Life Scout rank at the Court of Honor in January of that year, then everything went online less than 2 months later. I was hoping to become Senior Patrol Leader (SPL) last year, but being SPL when the troop could only meet online was something I was not looking forward to. Oliver became SPL in that timeframe and did his best to keep everyone in the troop. Recruitment suffered and we went down to 3 regular patrols, 1 new scout patrol, and 1 older scout patrol focused on earning their Eagle Scout rank and High-Adventure activities.
Thankfully, toward the end of my junior year, things slowly returned to normal as in-person school started as well as Boy Scouts. I was elected SPL this April, and as expected chose Evan as Assistant Senior Patrol Leader (ASPL). Not everyone in my troop gets to be SPL or even ASPL, given how large it is, even post-lockdown, and I consider myself fortunate that my troop elected me to this position. I get to serve for a full 6-month term at least, but I have to finish earning my Eagle at the same time before I age out in November since I’m already 17.
I’m still in the closet to most of my friends at school and Evan and I haven’t fooled around since freshman year. Sean felt extremely guilty after Brotherhood Weekend, almost like he thought he took advantage of me because I was younger. I tried to tell him I didn’t feel that way at all, but he told me it’s best we just remain friends and not speak of that night to anyone. There was also a senior at Meadowdale named Jason I dated in secret for a couple of weeks this year. He was on my Snapchat for a while and guessed that I wasn’t straight. The most we did was touched each other’s dicks in the back of his car, but we didn’t get each other off.
High school romance isn’t all it's made out to be, especially being in the closet. Evan never had a girlfriend either, even though he spent lots of time this year working out and his body is now quite the powerhouse. Sometimes I still reminisce about when we fooled around together, and jerk off thinking about him in his rowing suit, but I’m still happy we remain best friends. Once or twice a month I’ll go out to the rowing club with him just for fun and to keep him company, or maybe it’s just to see him in that sexy spandex up close.
This May weekend is our troop’s first time back at Fire Mountain Scout Reservation. We just had our full Saturday activities like swimming in the lake, canoeing, archery, and pioneering. Everyone was impressed with the Asian-inspired camping meal plan, Evan and I suggested to the patrols that included Hong Kong French Toast, Japa dogs for lunch, and Yaki Udon for dinner. I wholeheartedly enjoy returning to in-person activities at Scouts and leading my troop as Senior Patrol Leader. That extra effort Evan and I put into our roles is worth it when I hear all the compliments, even from the other Scoutmasters and parents, not just Paul.
Due to COVID restrictions, the campfire bowl is closed, so there isn’t an appropriate space for the entire troop to gather and do skits. Before lights out, I summon the PLC for a meeting so we don’t have to meet before Reveille on Sunday.
Evan gathers the PLs and APLs while I wait by a big picnic table. Tobey is PL of Orca Patrol, thankfully he’s mostly outgrown his video game obsession and is now a First Class Scout. Garrett leads Honey Badger Patrol, he’s made it up to Star Scout, but I constantly have to pull him aside to remind him that his whole patrol looks up to him. The last regular patrol is Kraken Patrol led by Eugene Park, Thomas Parks’ youngest brother and he’s also a First Class Scout.
Baden Powell Patrol is the new scout patrol led by Arjun, one of the newer First Class scouts with Minh as Troop Guide. Guillermo effectively leads Griffin, the Older Scout Patrol as a Life Scout. We affectionately call him ‘Gizmo’, Gizmo doesn’t wear the PL badge since he already was SPL before Ollie. He’s a couple of months older than me and is currently a Senior at Cascade High. To round out the PLC, I have Walker as Troop Scribe, he’s made it up to Star Scout like Garrett.
I start the meeting with the PLs giving me their daily reports. Everyone says again they are impressed with the new campout menu and the PLs hope Evan and I can facilitate something similar for some meals at summer camp. Some boys lose their face masks when they go indoors to places like the bathroom. As much as I despise being the mask police, Paul offers an extra box of masks for each patrol so we don’t get in trouble with the camp staff. On Monday, for the scout meeting the troop is going on a tour of a local fire station for the Fire Safety Merit Badge, so the PLs are to remind their patrols we aren’t meeting at the hall this week.
Finally, I have to address the elephant in the room. While I love being the most senior youth leader in my troop, there are just some immature things teenage boys do that I could never imagine myself ever doing. “Now before you head back to your patrols,” I shake my head and clear my throat. “Whoever is responsible for dropping that huge deuce in the toilets by the mess hall this afternoon and just covering it with TP, that is pretty disgusting. I know it was our troop as the only other troop from this side of the camp was away on a hike after lunch.”
Most of the PLs and APLs snicker and try to hold back their laughter while Walker wonders if he should keep writing the minutes on his notepad. Wade, another Life Scout from Griffin Patrol, and Gizmo’s defacto assistant scoffs. “Ben, you’re seriously wasting time with this? Just have someone flush it!” For one reason or another, Wade is the only person who has had it out for me in the troop since Webelos, and it only got worse when I was tapped out for OA and he wasn’t.
I turn my head, seeing the secondhand embarrassment from Gizmo in his narrowing eyes, but I speak again before Gizmo can say something to counter Wade. "This isn't a joke, guys. This reflects poorly on the troop. OK, I get things happen, but just leaving it like that and not letting someone know so we can get ahold of the staff to help unclog it is just downright juvenile and not something I expect of our troop.”
Paul sees Wade still rolling his eyes and interrupts. “Ben is right, it reflects poorly on the entire troop, and if the staff thinks we’re all like this it might even impact our preferences for selecting campout dates in the future. The Council has made stopping the spread of COVID and hygiene their priority this year and something like this doesn’t look good for us.”
The PLs and APLs begin to look more serious, some even a bit sheepish. “Alright, I’ll make sure to let my patrol know if something doesn’t flush, to not just leave it like that," Tobey assures me.
“Thank you, Tobey,” I smile at him. Tobey is now one of the more competent ex-members of Badger Patrol from my time as PL.
“Thanks for a good meeting boys,” Paul looks at me as if I have anything else to say but I shake my head. “It feels great to be back up here after more than a year right?” He tries to add enthusiastically.
‘Yeah’, ‘It’s Awesome!’, ‘I missed camp so much!’. Some of the members of the PLC chime in.
"Just makes all these challenges worth it," I say to Paul, as we reminisce about our previous campouts and our excitement to return to normal scout activities.
As we disperse to head back to our patrols, I pull Garrett aside as he gets up. “Hey Gar, can I see you for a second?” I tap him on the shoulder. Now 15 he’s slightly shorter than me, but his thin frame looks great in the shimmering silky blue and silver reversible basketball shorts he’s paired with his scout shirt tonight. After he gets up, I look him over from head to toe, the pasty white skin of his legs contrasting nicely with the royal blue shorts that go down to his knees.
Admittedly, I’ve always wanted to ask him if he feels the same way about wearing these shorts, but as his PL and SPL now I’ve never had the chance to bring that topic up in private. “Garrett, do you realize you have Teriyaki sauce all over your pocket flap and rank badge?” I say, pointing at his shirt.
“Uhh, I’m sorry Ben,” He tries scratching it off, but it’s stained into the patch.
“Garrett, you’re a Star Scout now and a Patrol Leader. I shouldn’t have to keep reminding you that you need to act the part by keeping your uniform clean, there were plenty of napkins for lunch.”
He nods. “Yes Ben, it won’t happen again, I’ll wash it off right now. Was there anything else?”
I shake my head. “No, just always keep in your head that your uniform shows off everything you have accomplished as a scout, you should be proud to wear it, and setting an example of a clean uniform is one of your responsibilities as a PL.” Garrett nods in response, and I watch his cute round butt in the shiny shorts walk back toward the showers.
“Always gotta be Garrett,” Evan shrugs as we walk away from our campsite to take a breather from the rest of the troop. We’re both glad to be back at camp, but running the show now is entirely different from being a Patrol Leader or Den Chief, and sometimes we just want to be best friends and talk about teenage things aside from scouts.
“So did you get your SAT or ACT scores back yet?” Evan shines his flashlight at me as we walk on one of the wider dirt roads at camp. Aside from scouts, we’ve also been preparing to apply to college. I took both the ACT and SAT earlier this year because I want to apply to many schools out of state, while he only took the SAT, which isn’t even required for UDUB (University of Washington).
“32,” I grin at him.
Evan’s jaw drops. “Your ACT score? Wow, I don’t know why you bothered to do both, you’re a shoo-in for UDUB more than me!”
“I was going to apply to some other schools.” I shrug.
“Like WSU? You said Michigan too right?” Evan scratches his nose.
“UDUB, WSU, UM, Colorado, Stanford, though Stanford might be a reach.”
“Colorado? Didn’t your brother go there?” Evan asks and sniffles a bit.
“Yeah, he went to CU Denver, I was looking at applying to CU Boulder and this engineering school in Colorado called School of Mines. Why, what’s wrong?” I glance at Evan who has a worried look on his face.
“Oh, it’s just that I thought we were both going to UDUB, are you seriously thinking of going out of state?”
“I might,” I shrug. “Nick said living in Colorado was awesome, and he thinks I’ll love going to school there too. UDUB is a great school, you’ll probably get in easy with rowing too, but I still haven’t decided if it’s for me.”
“Okay,” Evan sighs, I can tell he’s disappointed in me. When Evan and I were old enough to go out on our own, we would ride the bus to Seattle’s University District, take pictures of the cherry blossoms on campus in the spring, and dream of studying there together. He’s always set his goal as UDUB, but I eventually set my goals further from home.
Evan begins to walk on the path back toward the shower house and I follow him quietly. I can feel a new unease between us now like I’ve let him down after all these years. After everything we’ve been through together, I can’t help but think about that time on the lake when I asked him if he thought we’d be friends forever and popped that question about whether he felt there was anything between us. I barely saw him during COVID, but there’s this uncertainty in the air now that I’ve dropped this bomb on him and I don’t know how to fix it.
Even though we're both right at the precipice of adulthood, I don't want to lose this thread that binds us together. I shut my eyes and take a deep breath, summoning the courage to confront whatever's brewing between us.
"Hey, Evan..." I start before he reaches the shower house, my voice trembling with emotion. "I know me possibly leaving Washington for school is probably a lot to take in, but I... I just wanted to say that no matter where you and I end up, you'll always be my closest and most trusted friend. I just don’t want to be stuck in my comfort zone for my entire life. I hope you understand that."
He also takes a deep breath and pauses like the last 12 years we’ve spent together mean as much to him as they do to me. Between his developing rower’s physique and tall, almost 6 ft frame, deep down inside he’s still the same reticent kid I would share my carrots with in middle school at lunch. “I understand you need to decide for yourself,” Evan clears his throat. “It’s just college won’t be the same without you. It’s bad enough you age out in November and l have to stay in the troop until I turn 18 too for my brother.”
“We still have a Philmont Crew this summer and all of senior year together.” I remind him. “Just because I won’t be SPL anymore that doesn’t mean I can’t come back as an Assistant Scoutmaster or something, I was thinking of applying to staff at camp next summer too.”
“I guess you’re right, I’ve always been the one to think too far ahead.” Evan sighs again and starts brushing his teeth at one of the outdoor sinks.
Back amongst my troop at our campsite, everyone is settling in for the night. Garrett has his UNO cards out again, but other, newer, card games like Fluxx and Exploding Kittens are now popular. Evan and I crawl back into our tent and I remove my boots and socks to slip into his Cat’s Meow sleeping bag as I always do. Even though we’ve stopped fooling around with each other, he still honors that arrangement.
“You’re so weird!” Evan shakes his head as he unbuttons his scout shirt while watching me get comfortable in his sleeping bag.
“You want to join me now like we used to?” I whisper jokingly.
“No, I barely fit in your sleeping bag now, can’t imagine both of us in it!” He chuckles and strips down to a pair of black Tommy Hilfiger boxer briefs. Evan has outgrown sleeping in his sports shorts, but I am not one to complain about seeing even more of his glowing olive-toned skin in our tent than before.
I watch Evan get into my REI sleeping bag clad in only his underwear. He’s usually out once his head hits the pillow these days, and I take out my iPad to skim through a PDF copy of the Senior Patrol Leader Handbook now that I have a quiet moment to myself before lights out.
It’s over half an hour later I notice the laughter over card games is now gone and Evan is deeply snoring beside me in my sleeping bag. Glancing at the top of my iPad it’s already 10:53, well after lights out. I unzip myself out of the Cat’s Meow and put on my Crocs. While it sounds like the PLs have sent everyone to bed on time, it is my responsibility to double-check. At least I only have 40 scouts to check up on, Nick told me when he was SPL he was responsible for over 70.
“Evening Benji!” I hear Paul say as I approach the big campfire. Paul, my dad, Mr. Park, and one of the ASMs are in camping chairs, eating Korean BBQ Pork jerky from a big Costco pack and drinking root beer.
“Want some jerky?” My dad offers me the open bag.
I take a piece and nod appreciatively, forgetting I already brushed my teeth.
“I’m gonna do a walk around and head to the bathroom before bed,” I tell them.
“Okay, good night Benji, get a good night’s rest, the troop kept you busy today. All that pent-up energy for our first time at camp.” Paul yawns and takes a chug of his root beer while I nod, say goodnight to my dad, and turn around to the patrol campsites.
Honey Badger, Kraken, and Baden Powell Patrols all look accounted for. I don’t bother going over to Griffin as they’re all my age or even older and don’t need checking up on. Last on the way to the bathroom is Orca, and I spot a suspiciously wide-open tent and investigate.
Glancing inside the open tent, I see Liam, Evan’s brother fast asleep in his Cat’s Meow sleeping bag. He’s in Grade 7, a Second Class Scout, and the Troop Bugler. Liam right now is almost a dead-ringer for Evan in his freshman year of high school aside from being slightly slimmer, and I can’t help but admire how adorable he looks surrounded by the same sleeping bag Evan and I fooled around in years prior.
The blue Bass Pro sleeping bag across from him is empty, its owner is hopefully just on a bathroom run too, but I should find out who it belongs to. I kneel into the tent and shake Liam’s foot through his sleeping bag. “Hey, Liam, sorry to wake you but who is your tentmate and where is he?”
Liam’s head shakes and he rubs his eyes before opening them. “Unhhhh, Tobey, I dunno where he went, he was here at 10:30.”
“Ok, I’m sorry,” I apologize again. “Get some sleep.” I retreat out of the tent and zip the flap closed halfway, then head toward the bathrooms.
I don’t notice anything in the bathroom as all the stalls are empty. I’m concerned now, but the last place to check is the showers. I call out ‘Tobey’ several times and am met with silence. I don’t hear water running and Tobey is smart enough to know that even PLs shouldn’t be showering right now, but I decide to check each one. The first two are empty. However, on a bench in the third, I spot Garrett’s shiny blue and silver basketball shorts abandoned. Retrieving them, I double-check behind me and lift them to my nose. I’m met with a stimulating mix of Garett’s body odor and Teriyaki sauce. I know I wasn’t attracted to Garrett initially, but he’s grown on me despite sometimes being the bane of my existence.
Turning the shorts inside out, the silver is much more prominent in the design, and there’s an unmistakable musky aroma of his sweaty balls. I wonder if Garrett freeballs in his silky shorts like me, but my thoughts are cut short when I remember why I’m here and my duties as SPL. Exiting the shower house with the shorts in one hand and my tactical flashlight in the other, I resume my search for Tobey with renewed concern. I consider telling Paul immediately, but I want to return via the long way back to the sites just in case I missed Tobey in the bathroom and he’s already on the way back.
“Tobey!” I yell again as I walk on the infrequently used path, then notice the still beam of a flashlight in the distance. I lower my flashlight and slowly walk toward it, hoping for the best.
As I get closer, I see Tobey in his full uniform on his knees taking the full length of Gizmo’s dick in his mouth. Gizmo is still in his uniform shirt too, bucking into him wildly, with his eyes closed and his hands wrapped around Tobey’s scout cap which is on backwards.
I gasp to myself and hide behind a tree to take in the erotic scene before me. Two of my patrol leaders are in the middle of my ultimate fantasy: taking another boy in my mouth, outside, while still in scout uniforms after lights out. The sight of them makes me hard immediately, and I rub Garrett’s shorts over my crotch through my scout pants. I also remember my responsibility as SPL and wonder how this happened. Gizmo is one of the most senior and trusted scouts in my troop, he’s half-Mexican and half-Filipino, 5’9” tall, slim, with innocent brown eyes, short black hair, and a clean round face. I can’t picture any scenario where he would force Tobey, still a freshman in high school to go down on him like this in the middle of camp.
As I crawl closer, I can make out the Volcom logo on Gizmo’s boxer briefs above his pants and Tobey jerking himself off. It’s taking every ounce of willpower in my body not to step in and join them. Gizmo's breathing becomes more ragged, and his head goes back further. Tobey is deep in concentration around Gizmo’s dick, and from my observation, this isn’t his first time giving someone this pleasure.
Finally, Gizmo lets out a loud groan, and I see his hips slam violently into Tobey's mouth. Tobey gags slightly, but continues to take Gizmo's full length. Gizmo's body shakes, and I can see his orgasm ripple through him. Tobey opens his eyes and backs away, gulping down every last drop of Gizmo’s seed.
Trying to collect myself, I wonder what my next move is. I pick up my flashlight from the ground. The thousand-lumen beam instantly attracts Tobey and Gizmo’s attention toward me.
“Ben! What are you doing out here!” Gizmo shouts, recognizing me.
I stand there, heart pounding in my chest, not knowing what to do or say. I have Garrett’s basketball shorts in one hand, my flashlight in the other, and a visible snake in my scout pants between them. “I was doing the last bed check and saw Tobey’s empty sleeping bag. Came out to look for him, guess you found him.” I try to say with some authority.
Tobey’s face is bright red as he zips himself back up. “Ben….How much did you see?” He pleads.
Swallowing hard, I try to compose myself. "Just enough to know that you shouldn’t be doing that here. Guillermo, you’re also 17 and Tobey is what 14 or 15? A few more months and you know that’s not a happy ending if anyone else finds out." I look at Gizmo in a new unfortunate light, as if he’s the one who put Tobey up to this.
Gizmo and Tobey exchange a nervous glance, and I can see sweat beading on their foreheads. "You can't tell anyone, Ben. Promise me," Gizmo whispers urgently.
Tobey gets closer to me and notices the bulge in my pants. “Ben promise us you won’t! I don’t want to get kicked out of scouts!” He sniffles.
“Maybe Tobey can make it worth your while?” Gizmo suggests, seemingly knowing I did more than just stumble across them at that instant from the hard-on evident in my Switchback Scout Pants.
“What! I’m not gay!” I say defensively.
“I never said you were, but it looks like you enjoyed the show?” Gizmo points.
“I’m being serious!” I point back and yell at Gizmo. Part of me wants to take them up on the offer and find out how long this has been going on, but the other side as SPL knows getting involved in this goes against every moral fiber of my being.
“Please, Ben? Promise?” Tobey tries to take my hand as my head is still spinning. I think about all the times Evan and I did similar things at this camp and got away with it, and I feel genuine remorse for both of them.
I sigh and look at the pair, then Garrett’s shiny basketball shorts in my hand and feel my dick pulsating in my Under Armour boxer briefs beneath my scout pants. Grinning from ear to ear, I hand the shorts to Tobey.
“Put those on, and lose the underwear,” I order him.
Tobey examines the shorts in his hand, Garrett and him are about the same size so they should fit him nicely. Gizmo smiles at me almost like he’s not surprised at my perverse request and straightens out the beach towel they had as ground cover.
Watching Tobey change into Garrett’s shorts has me fully aroused again. I kick off my Crocs and admire Tobey’s firm 5-inch cock as he slips it under the waistband of the reversible shorts. I’ve never imagined Tobey like this, seemingly ready to take cock again right after swallowing a good-sized load. Tobey is slightly heavier and taller than Garrett at 5’7”, with brown hair in a mod-cut, blue eyes, and a long face similar to mine.
I sit down and lay back on the towel, feeling like this is probably the worst decision I’ve made in my entire life. However, the thought of Tobey servicing me with Garrett’s shorts on makes my dick throb even harder. “You better not tell anyone ever about this as well!” I warn them both.
“It stays here.” Gizmo nods and gets down on his knees next to me on the towel, he starts to unbutton my scout shirt while Tobey gets in between my legs and starts undoing my pants.
I’m breathing heavily now as Gizmo runs his clammy hand on the inside of my shirt and Tobey pulls off my pants. I help Tobey by lifting my legs in the air, and Gizmo looks back at my dick straining the limits of my black UA microfiber boxer briefs. Gizmo moves his hand back and squeezes me through the fabric and I let out a sharp gasp. I’ve never thought he or Tobey to be gay, Evan and Sean are the only two people I’ve fooled around with in Boy Scouts and I’ve never heard rumors or come across anyone else doing anything similar to what’s about to happen now.
Gizmo smiles and pulls the waistband of my UA underwear down for Tobey. Tobey tosses away my pants and pulls my underwear off as well, I lift my legs and ass off the towel to aid him in their removal.
My uncut cock is now free, both Gizmo and Tobey admire it in its 6-inch glory. Tobey starts kissing the tip while Gizmo flicks off Tobey’s hat and slowly forces him down further onto my dick.
Tobey's eyes widen as my cock slides into his mouth, his nose brushing against the bottom of my open scout shirt. He gags slightly, but Gizmo encourages him to take it deeper. I moan softly as I feel Tobey's throat muscles contract around my dick. Gizmo gently holds Tobey's head steady, allowing him to adjust to the sensation.
I watch as Tobey swallows my shaft whole, his mouth watering with saliva. Gizmo chuckles softly, his eyes never leaving the scene before him. He undoes the top of his scout pants and belt, then rubs his cock through the pouch of his Volcom boxer briefs.
Frustratingly I can’t see the shorts on Tobey, so I try to wrap my foot around Tobey’s back and can feel the soft, silky material around his waist. Tobey gags again, and I see beads of sweat forming on his forehead as Gizmo encourages him to keep going, to take me deeper.
I let out a low groan as Tobey starts to create a rhythm, bobbing his head up and down on my cock with determination. I can see the tightness in his throat, and I'm feeling the same tightness in my chest. This is wrong, I know it's wrong. But the feeling of Tobey's mouth enveloping my cock while wearing Garrett’s shorts is too much for me to resist.
Gizmo reaches to his waistband and yanks down his boxer briefs, freeing his circumcised dick. Despite blowing his load into Tobey a few minutes earlier, Gizmo is still semi-hard, and I stare at his cock with a mixture of curiosity and desire. His skin is more tan than Evan’s, and his balls are an even darker color.
I try to resist the urge, but I find myself reaching out to touch Gizmo's cock, wrapping my fingers around it. It's warm and slimy under my touch, and I can't help but wonder how it would feel inside me. Gizmo watches me, a smirk on his face as if he's known this would happen all along.
With one hand wrapped around Gizmo, I feel Tobey edging me closer to the point of no turning back. His expertise in oral rivals mine, and I feel myself nearing the edge of a powerful orgasm.
Gizmo notices my struggle and nods at Tobey, who quickens his pace as if determined to finish me off. Tobey's lips travel down my shaft, his throat gripping me tighter with each passing moment. I can feel the lust building up inside me, my fingers gripping Gizmo's dick harder and harder.
I watch Tobey's eyes roll back into his head, his face contorted with effort as he sucks me deeper and deeper. His sucking motion becomes more intense, his tongue working around the head of my cock as if trying to coax out every last drop of pleasure from me.
As I watch Tobey lose himself in the act, I can feel my orgasm building up. "Ah, shit!" I groan, and Gizmo nods his approval. Tobey's mouth works faster and faster, each suck being stronger than the last. My cock feels like it's going to burst, and I can't hold back any longer.
"I'm gonna cum, Tobey!" I warn him, and he doesn't even skip a beat. He just keeps sucking, swallowing my dick whole as I start to explode.
My orgasm hits me like a freight train, each spurt of cum hitting the back of Tobey's throat. I feel like I'm going to die, the pleasure is so intense. I let go of Gizmo and he twitches with excitement as he watches me lose control.
Tobey swallows every drop, his cheeks hollowing out even more. His eyes water, but he doesn't let up. Not until I'm spent, my cock finally softening and slipping out of his mouth.
I collapse back onto the towel, panting heavily. Gizmo is right beside me, grinning from ear to ear. He looks down at me, his hand still wrapped around his cock, and says, "I’ve been hoping something like that would happen for a long time."
I can't believe what just transpired. The emotions are swirling inside me, a mix of shame, excitement, and arousal. I look at Tobey, who is still gasping for air, his face flushed and wet with saliva and my cum. His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, I catch a glimpse of something in them – something that suggests he enjoyed it as much as I did.
With Tobey on his knees still in Garrett’s shorts, I seize the chance at something that’s been eluding me for years. I sit up and grab at his dick through Garrett’s shorts and start stroking him through the slippery material. Tobey leans back with his arms behind him, mesmerized by my grip and the silky material around his cock. Gizmo watches in amazement as I furiously wank the soft shorts over Tobey’s penis.
"Oh, fuck," Tobey gasps, his eyes squeezed shut as he starts to unravel. His hips buck and thrust forward, his breath ragged in his throat. With each stroke, his dick grows harder and thicker, leaking precum into the double-layered shorts.
I keep stroking him, feeling the tension building up in my own body. My heart races, and I'm filled with an intense desire to watch him explode. I see the way his dick pounds and throbs through the material, and I can't help but speed up my strokes.
Tobey lets out a soft moan, his eyes closing as my hand works its magic. "You like that?" I whisper, moving my hand faster and faster. "You want me to make you feel good too, don't you Tobey?"
Tobey nods, his head falling back slightly. Gizmo smirks, his hand still wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly as he watches me work.
I grip Tobey's dick harder, pulling the fabric of Garrett's shorts tighter around his member. Tobey whimpers, his hips bucking against my hand. I can feel the slippery material growing wet with pre-cum, and I know he's close to cumming.
With a final, powerful stroke, I squeeze Tobey's dick through the shorts. He lets out a loud groan, and I can feel his shaft pulsating, throbbing with pressure as he closes his eyes, ready to cum.
"Fill the shorts with your spunk, Tobey!" I urge him, and Gizmo does the same. We want to watch him explode, to see the pleasure wash over his face.
Tobey's body shudders, and his hips thrust forward, his cock twitching in my hand. In an instant, a powerful stream of cum fills the insides of Garrett’s silky basketball shorts. His body convulses, his breath ragged as he moans, arching his back in pleasure.
As his orgasm subsides, Tobey slumps back onto the towel, panting heavily. I release his dick, and the wet, slippery material loosens around his crotch. Peeling back the waistband of the shorts as he recovers, I see Tobey has drenched the insides of Garrett’s shorts and I’m impressed.
“Hmm, you better give those shorts back to Garrett yourself in the morning when that’s dried out,” I tell him. I look over to Gizmo who chuckles as I wipe my hand onto the shorts. “So, how’d this all start?” I ask.
“What do you mean?” Gizmo grins.
“You know what I mean, you and Tobey?” I consider telling them about myself and Evan but decide it’s not in our best interest to mention that we fooled around too.
“Hmmm, that last Camporee before COVID,” Gizmo shrugs.
“But, you were never in the same patrol?” I point out to him. Gizmo was a Patrol Leader of a regular patrol before me, so I can’t quite place how they would have gotten to know each other so intimately, given their age difference.
“We talked to each other on Fortnite before that,” Tobey chuckles and removes the wet shorts to change back into his Fruit of the Loom boxers.
I roll my eyes at both of them, somewhat relieved I never played the game. With my question answered, I realize that all of us should return to our tents before the scoutmasters come looking for us. “Tobey, you better head back first alone, it’ll be less suspicious than all of us going back together, and uh, hide those shorts from Liam.”
Tobey fastens the belt of his scout pants and nods his head. I give Gizmo an uncomfortable grin as we watch Tobey wander off back to camp alone with Garrett’s shorts in his hand.