Borrowing Patrick's Sleeping Bag
Disclaimer: This story has a graphic depiction of the masturbation of a high school-aged male and hints at sexual activity between his younger brother and a friend. Do not read this story if nylon/sleeping bag fetishism isn’t your thing or if this type of story is illegal in your country of residence.
Author’s Note: I wrote this story years ago and decided to polish it up and give it the light of day. This is a lone chapter, if you enjoy it, its themes with other characters are explored more in-depth with “Ben’s Weekend Camping Trip”.
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‘Borrowing’ Patrick’s Sleeping Bag
Jason’s summer had just started and he was not looking forward to one chore he would have to do daily. His mom convinced his neighbors to let him feed and walk their Golden Retriever, Bailey, while they were in Florida for three weeks. The Bells were close friends with his family and Jason’s little brother Joey was best friends with their son Patrick who was 13. Being 15 Jason wasn’t old enough to drive, but his parents wanted him to start being responsible.
It wouldn’t be such a bad gig Jason thought, he would get $50 a week, and it would get him away from Joey wanting to play Modern Warfare 2 with him for hours on end. At least he would have that house all to himself whenever he needed free time from Joey and the rest of his family.
As the Bells were leaving, Mr. Bell gave Jason last-minute instructions on Bailey’s diet while Joey and Patrick hugged each other goodbye. After he made sure they didn’t forget anything, Mr. Bell and Patrick gave Bailey one last rub behind his ears and Patrick gave Jason, Joey, and the dog a wave before getting in the SUV. Jason grinned, feeling the weight of responsibility as the SUV pulled out of the driveway and down the street out of sight. Joey rushed back inside, no doubt beginning to miss his best friend, but anxious about the start of summer. With everyone gone, that left Jason to drag Bailey back to the empty Bell place and close the garage behind him.
Jason stepped into the house and started to look in the kitchen for the dog treats Mr. Bell had mentioned. Before getting a chance to open the cabinet, Jason was drawn to a picture of Patrick on the wall. It was a couple of years old, perhaps from when Patrick was 11 in his Webelo Uniform. Patrick had the perfect boy-next-door look with big brown eyes and the cutest bowl-cut brown hair. Jason felt completely and utterly drawn to the picture of the boy, smiling from ear to ear, holding his pinewood derby car in hand. The boy looked perfect in his blue Cub Scout Uniform decked out with belt-loops and a red plaid neckerchief that contrasted beautifully with his gorgeous pale skin. Jason’s brother Joey was a scout as well, and Jason too had been in Cubs, but didn’t make the cross over to Scouts as his parents thought Jason would be better devoting his time to sports like soccer, where he played on the Metro squad.
This wasn’t the first time Jason had an interest in boys younger than him, he tried to catch Joey in his underwear or less at the most opportune moments. He thought those feelings of attraction toward his brother were a bit weird and did his best not to think about him sexually. However, Jason had been drawn to Patrick as well ever since Patrick started sleeping over, and Jason peeped in the two comparing each other’s pricks.
Jason did his best not to fill his mind thinking about Patrick and dutifully found Bailey’s treats. He would also need to get a fresh bag of dog food from the garage where Mr. Bell had stocked up for their absence. As Jason went through the garage once again, he saw something else that caught his eye, it was a North Face Sleeping Bag stuff sack with “Patrick Bell, Troop 522” Sharpied on the North Face logo. The thought of Patrick all snuggled up in it dashed through Jason’s head and he figured it must still smell of him a little. Jason pulled down the bag and fished out the bag from the sack. It looked like a pretty expensive bag, with blue nylon on the outside and black soft nylon on the inside. This particular bag was called the “Cat’s Meow” and Jason recalled some of the older, serious, scouts in his unit having it.
Jason ran his hands along the nylon interior and pulled the hood close to him, it had the most definite smell of pubescent sweat and campfire. Joey and Patrick’s troop had only gone for a weekend campout two weeks prior so much of the smell was fresh. He was enthralled, sniffing the scout’s scent in the bag. Jason’s face went red as his hard-on grew in his jeans, Patrick’s scent lingering in his nostrils he wanted to examine the bag more closely, what better place to do it than Patrick’s room?
Dragging the bag up the stairs and forgetting about the dog, Jason found his way to Patrick’s room. Patrick’s scout uniform was hanging in the open closet and Jason grabbed it as he laid out the sleeping bag on Patrick’s bed. Jason flipped on the bedroom light and unzipped the bag all the way. As he pulled back the nylon he couldn’t help but notice several splotches on the black material. He bent his nose forward and it was the unmistakeable sweet scent of cum!
Thrilled, Jason ran his tongue along the spunk stains, his mind going a mile a minute thinking about Patrick’s pubescent cock stroking the same material, which he admitted was quite marvelous. Still clutching the uniform, Jason went head first into the bag and he could smell where Patrick’s sweaty bare feet had once perspired into the soft bag. Jason traced the other strains with his nose, there were some on the bottom as well as the top until his nostrils came across one entirely different spunk stain, It was Joey’s! He could remember that sweet smell anywhere, as Jason frequently looked through Joey’s floor for socks Joey would wipe up with, and his little brother’s scent was much like his own.
Excited now, Jason started to strip off his pants, socks, shirt, and underwear and pulled the cum stained bag over him as he got on the bed. Horny thoughts filled his mind about what Joey and Patrick were doing at camp and how Joey’s spunk ended up inside Patrick’s sleeping bag. Jason grasped his teenage hard-on through the bag and gasped, the feeling was ecstatic! He draped Patrick’s scout shirt over him and started whacking himself off rubbing his penis along the soft nylon.
Jason breathed in Patrick’s scout shirt, as he rubbed the sexy sleeping bag over his hard-on, imagining Patrick lying with his boxers down and erect penis slapping against the very same bag. Joey was also thrown into his fantasy as it was obvious the two were more than tent mates. The nylon glanced against the tip of his cock and edged him closer and closer. Jason took in a deep breath and increased his rubbing to a furious pace. Jason's smooth athletic body was now thrusting upward into his nylon-encased cock, and there was no doubt he was ready to blow. Swish, shish of the nylon was the only sound you heard as Jason jerked his horny cock until he spasmed crying out “Patriiiiick!”, unleashing his teenage load all over the interior of the Cat’s Meow Sleeping Bag and his crotch.
Catching his breath Jason pulled back the sleeping bag and looked at the mess he had made all over Patrick’s sleeping bag. Gobs of cum were dripping from the now wet and shiny nylon and his cock was covered in goo. Reluctantly Jason wiped up with Patrick’s scout shirt, smearing his badges with the sticky mess. “Wow.... that was intense,” Jason thought to himself, but what on earth had he done? The thrill of the moment had dispersed and now he was lying in his 13-year-old brother’s best friend’s room, inside a spunky sleeping bag completely naked except for a sticky scout shirt draped over him.
Jason quickly recovered and got dressed leaving the sleeping bag and shirt for when he had to feed Bailey again. He knew he would wait to come over to wank again, and he would be asking Joey a few questions.