Camp Meriwether Secrets: Walker's Story Chapter 1
Disclaimer: This story contains graphic depictions of sex between high school-aged males. The characters described in this story are fictional but the locations are not. Camp Meriwether Secrets is a companion to the Ben’s Weekend Camping Trip series posted in the Camping section on Nifty, and takes place just after Chapter 5 in that series (Where Ben becomes a Brother in the Order of the Arrow)—reading that series before this is recommended, but not necessary.
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Chapter 1: Tillamook Cream Cheese
As the rising sun peeks through the sides of the curtain door to my cabin, its rays slowly stir me awake in my cozy orange Sierra Designs mummy sleeping bag. I can smell the salty ocean breeze making its way through the forest to our campsite, it’s the start of my scout troop’s first full day here at Camp Meriwether on the Oregon Coast and I can’t wait to get the day started. We have similar beaches where our troop is from just north of Seattle, but I am beginning to fall in love with the mystique and ruggedness of Camp Meriwether. The cool, coastal climate of the Oregon Coast is also a welcome change to the scorching July heat of the city. Troop 165 usually alternates between having our summer camp in Washington State and out of state. We’ve visited Idaho, Montana, and California in previous years, but this is my first time at Meriwether.
My name is Walker, and I’m starting my freshman year of high school at 14 years old in September. I’m about 5’4” tall, and thin, with quiffed blonde hair, blue eyes, and freckles all over my nose. I joined Cub Scouts when I was 8, and continued in it because I love nature and the outdoors. It was also the one solace I could escape to when my parents divorced when I was 12, and I’ve made my way up to First Class Rank and Assistant Patrol Leader (APL) of Badger Patrol in Lynnwood Troop 165.
Looking over at my bunkmate Garrett, he’s still softly snoring in his blue REI sleeping bag. You could say Garrett’s been my buddy in Boy Scouts since Cubs, but I don’t see him outside of the troop because we go to different schools. He’s 14 too, one inch shorter with a skinner build, deep blue eyes, and chestnut brown hair in a bowl cut. He might be small, but you could say he’s a handful. Garrett is a bit of a clown, constantly trying to make people laugh and pay attention to him, and always in the crosshairs of our Patrol Leader, Oliver, who is a bit on the stern side. Our Senior Patrol Leader (SPL), Thomas Park of the troop, gave Garrett the position of Troop Librarian. However, I’m not sure what Garrett's duties are in the digital age, other than taking care of our Merit Badge books that are easily available online.
I can’t deny being drawn to Garrett and his smooth, slender body even if he annoys almost everyone else in my troop. Growing up, I’ve known I was different ever since I was 10 years old and noticed a weird feeling in my crotch as I was passing by the Men’s underwear section at Macy’s with my mom.
When we aged out of Webelos, Garrett and I started to sleep alone in our tent on campouts. We got to the usual comparing our dick-size discussions that pubescent boys go through, and he quickly whipped his cock out of his basketball shorts without much coaxing. We were about the same size, but I noticeably had a bit more hair above mine. Around the same time, I started to crush on my best friend at school, Egor. Egor is stunningly beautiful, taller than me, blonde, with perfect skin and Slavic facial features straight out of a fashion magazine. I never got as close to seeing Egor’s dick as I did Garrett’s, just seeing it briefly and noticing he was uncut between the towel Egor wrapped around himself when we were changing at the pool.
After staring at the rough plywood ceiling of our 2-person cabin or ‘minidak’ for what seems like an eternity, I deftly slip the tip of my dick out of the fly of my Fruit of the Loom briefs. It was a busy day of packing and travel yesterday. While it is only about a 5-hour drive from Lynnwood to Camp Meriwether, our Scoutmaster Paul decided for us to stop for lunch and do the tour at the famous Tillamook Creamery on the way into camp before checking in. Considering I wasn’t able to get off yesterday, I’m exceptionally horny, and I wonder how I’m going to be able to deal with my teenage morning wood for the rest of the week without Garret hearing.
The soft, sensual nylon of the inside liner of my sleeping bag dances on the tip of my circumcised cock as I stroke it, and I think making a big mess into my bedding probably isn’t the brightest idea on the first day of camp; so I slide my legs up to create more room between my crotch and the bag while I continue my foreplay. Looking over to Garrett, he still hasn’t stirred in his bunk, so maybe I can get away with making a sound.
Just as I wrap my hands around my throbbing dick again, the all too familiar sound of ‘Reveille’ pierces the relative silence of the campsite, only this isn’t the usual one played over the speakers at other camps, it’s a slightly more muted version played by Eugene Park, my troop’s bugler.
I grudgingly let go of my throbbing cock, since it’s time to get up. As the bugle call fades, I hear the muffled creaking of footsteps on the wood plank floors of our cabins as my fellow scouts start to get out of their bunks, stretch, and get dressed.
Garrett finally stirs, rubbing his eyes and yawning widely, which makes me smile to myself and I wonder if he's as horny as I am in the morning. As the rising sun filters below our curtain door, I see his eyes flicker open and my eyes are drawn to the bump of his hand in his sleeping bag above the crotch area.
Trying to look away, I quickly unzip myself out of my sleeping bag and get a pair of cargo shorts out of my duffle bag. As an APL, I will mostly wear my scout shirt this week, but I put on a dark blue Patagonia shirt under it, so my uniform doesn’t get too rank by Friday.
While I’m almost fully dressed, Garrett is still slipping off the shiny black basketball shorts he slept in. I pull on my olive-green uniform socks and wait for him to change into the patriotic American Eagle boxer briefs he’s pulled out of his bag. Whatever erection Garrett had too is gone down by now, and I glimpse at his flaccid dick before he slips the boxer briefs on his small body.
“We got 10 minutes to be up and lined up in front of the mess hall,” I tell Garett and sit on the doorstep to the minidak, hoping we’ll be on time as I see Oliver already up and talking to another Star Scout, Ben. Ben is a close friend of mine. You could say he is my mentor at one year older and being in the storied Order of the Arrow. After my parents divorced, his dad would pick me up and take us to scouts when my mom was on shift at the hospital. As Thomas our regular SPL is taking some college-level classes at UW this summer, Ben is also temporarily the Senior Patrol Leader for our summer camp this week. I feel fortunate for this because Ben was also my Patrol Leader before Oliver.
I can sense the curtain draw behind me but Garrett almost stumbles over me as he’s putting on his socks. “Bro, what are you doing? Can’t you see I’m sitting here?” I get up, turn around, and cross my arms at him.
“Dumb place to sit!” He laughs at me grinning at me through his braces from ear to ear. Given he’s not a PL or APL he can get away with wearing regular clothes, and he’s paired orange fade-patterned board shorts today with a black Nike t-shirt.
Shaking my head, I manage a small smile. "Just waiting for your sleepy ass, Garrett."
We walk out of our minidak, my eyes roaming around to look at the other cabins to check if we’re the last ones ready. It's a beautiful morning, the sky painted with shades of orange and pink with the ocean breeze lingering in the air. As we approach the huge green metal-roofed ‘Discovery Lodge’ and mess hall, I see most of my scout troop lined up in the parade area. I quickly take my place in the back of the line for Badger Patrol while Oliver shouts. “Badger Patrol all accounted for!” to Ben.
Camp food makes the memory of the Tillamook Creamery yesterday feel like a Michelin-starred restaurant. Sitting at a huge round table with Garrett, I can tell he’s not impressed with the rubbery eggs, and he periodically uses his spoon against the edge of the table to flick his home fries at Brandon across the table. Considering Brandon is a PL it’s not a great idea to mess with him, but Brandon hasn’t noticed the 3 or 4 potato chunks that have whizzed over his slightly chubby head already.
Suddenly, Oliver reaches between me and Garrett and forces down the spoon. “What are you doing Garrett?” He scowls.”Don’t waste food. Go clean all that up!”
Garrett’s face turns red with embarrassment, and he quickly gets up to collect the scattered potato chunks from the floor on his knees trying not to draw more attention to our table. Brandon finally notices what's happening and looks over at Garrett with a smirk on his face. Before Brandon can say anything, Ben calls out from another table. “Oliver, he’s already cleaning it up. Let him finish.”
Our first camp session is for the Plant Science Merit Badge, and this is exactly what I came here for. I love Biology in school and I consider myself a green thumb with all the house plants and tropicals I have throughout my townhouse. We’re given a walkthrough camp by one of the rangers from the nearby Tillamook State Forest. His name is Mark and he’s probably still in his early 20s, with an athletic build, straight blonde hair, and about 6 feet tall. I find myself staring at Mark’s round beautiful ass in his gray uniform pants as he explains the difference between Sitka Spruce and Western Hemlock trees.
Mark's voice is commanding but not condescending, making it easy for us to follow along and ask questions as we walk through the camp. He seems to enjoy discussing the various plant species, their habitats, and how Native Americans use them; his enthusiasm is contagious.
I’m disappointed when Mark finishes the tour and hands out cheat sheets for us to help us finish our requirements. We’re left to document some trees around camp, and as soon as we’re out of earshot of Mark, Garrett can’t hold back his laughter as he points something out to me on the sheet.
“Hey look at this, it says Penis!” Garrett snickers.
“It’s Pinus, as in Pinus Contorta, or Shore Pine.” I shake my head at him.
“Oh, like you were Pinus Contorting in bed this morning before you got up?” He snickers.
My face blushes with embarrassment, I didn’t know Garrett was awake during that, how did he know I was trying to masturbate? "Why can't you take this more seriously?" I mutter under my breath, trying to avoid eye contact with him.
I soon spot a beautiful, towering Sitka Spruce tree, its needles shimmering in the morning light. Taking out my pen and notepad, I start documenting the tree's information according to what I need to report for the merit badge. It takes a lot of effort for me not to be distracted by Garrett messing with the tree branches of another small conifer, probably trying to make them crack or snap.
One of the more Senior scouts, and Ben’s acting assistant, Evan, sees Garrett goofing off through the trees and comes over to admonish him. “Garrett, what part of ‘Leave No Trace’ do you not remember? You should be helping your partner.” Evan happens to be Ben’s best friend, and after scouts, Ben’s dad usually takes the three of us for milkshakes with Evan’s brother who is still in Cubs.
Garrett runs back to me and grabs the end of the measuring tape I’m holding to calculate the diameter of the Spruce tree. With Garrett doing the grunt work, we quickly check off the 10 trees we need to do for our survey and work on the rest of our requirements.
Lunch is well deserved after our morning of running around, and we’re met with more palatable choices for our teenage tastes like curly fries and honey garlic boneless wings in the mess hall. This time Oliver sits right next to Garrett, and Garrett takes that as his cue to be on his best behavior.
Another member of Badger Patrol nudges me on the shoulder after Garrett returns to the chow line for more fries. It’s Collin, who is the same age and rank as Garrett and I.
“Wanna trade away your bunkmate?” Collin chuckles. “Does Garrett even shower?”
“Why, what’s wrong with Arvid?” I snort. Arvid is one of the newer members of Badger Patrol and only a Second-Class Scout. He resembles my friend Egor and looks tall for his age, but Arvid has longer hair.
“Oh nuttin.’” Collin yawns. “Super nice guy and all. Just he snores like a chainsaw and I barely slept last night.”
“Nah, Garrett and I are buddies, we’re good.” I shrug. I don’t have an issue with bunking with Collin, but he isn’t as a close friend of mine as Garrett. Add to that Collin isn’t the type of guy who would easily change out of his underwear in front of me without any second thought.
Oliver overhears our conversation and looks over at Collin. “I’d rather not have Garrett bunk with Arvid, considering Arvid being young and impressionable. If it’s that bad they sell earplugs in the Trading Post.”
“Really? I guess that might help Oliver. Good luck with Mr. Stinky!” Collin pats me on the shoulder.
Oliver lets out a sigh of exasperation and continues to eat his Mac and Cheese. About a minute later, Garrett returns from the chow line and sits down between us with his plate full of fresh curly fries.
After lunch, we get some instruction time on the archery range. I prefer shooting over archery because I don’t have the best aim with a bow, but I can get decent shots if I concentrate.
Garrett, on the other hand, is a natural. He hits close to the bullseye every time, making it look easy. He has this cute smirk on his face the whole time, and I’m impressed at his mastery of the sport. Garrett’s usually carefree and lazy, but he's focused and determined when it comes to archery. Even Evan and Oliver take notice and suggest to each other jokingly who should babysit and keep Garrett busy here at the range all week out of everyone else’s hair.
The Range Master gives three whistle blasts as orders to stop and retrieve our arrows. As I’m picking up one from the ground that didn’t even reach my target, I look over and admire Garrett’s handiwork. “How’d you get to be so good?” I ask him.
Garrett gives me a sly grin and takes a swig of his water bottle before answering. “Practice makes perfect, my friend. I’ve been playing with my Nerf bow for years! Plus, I have these crazy-strong muscles in my arms, you should see them.”
I roll my eyes at his usual bragging, but walk over and feel his tricep through the sleeve of his t-shirt. For someone as skinny as him, it is a bit more muscular than mine, and I imagine his strong arms helping to jerk me off should we finally get to do that back in the privacy of our minidak.
He giggles as I caress his arm a little longer than I should. His skin is smooth to the touch and his body is warm. “Okay,” Garrett laughs and pulls his body away to remove his arrows from his target. ”I think you get the idea, and we look at little gay doing that.”
I sigh to myself and get the arrows out of my target. Between him and Egor, I’ve never had the experience of doing anything ‘gay’ besides seeing Garrett’s fully erect dick next to mine.
Before dinner, our troop gets to have some downtime at the beach. It’s cloudy and windy, but the tide is out and sand stretches a fair distance down from the high water line. Up to our north is a State Park, but the cliffs keep this part of our beach fairly private, and some of the Cub Scouts from Camp Clark next door are building sandcastles with plastic spades and buckets.
“Ahhhhh!” I hear from behind me and turn back to see Garrett making a beeline for the water in just his orange trunks. Thinking quickly, I push and deflect him away from running over the two Cub Scouts in front of me and their castle, which looks more like a Mayan temple.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” I say to them and watch as Garrett disappears into the distance, highlighted only by the orange of his swimsuit.
Finally, Garrett reaches the waves but only gets up to his ankles in the water and turns back immediately. I’m left to laugh at him as he slowly makes his way back up the beach.
“What’s wrong?” I cackle at him when he finally comes within earshot.
“Water’s fucking freezing!!” Garrett shivers and grimaces when the adult with the Cub Scouts looks up and gives him a dirty look.
“You didn’t know that already? Haven’t you been to Oregon before?” I reply and admire Garrett’s now half-naked body as the wind picks up his hair. My heart skips a beat, and I imagine what we would look like with his skin flush against mine, minus the trunks, our bodies intertwined in the warm evening light.
“Just Portland.” He shrugs and continues to grin at me. “What do we do now?”
“Take a walk,” I shrug back. The beach is nice and sandy, and Garrett’s bare feet are covered in sand.
“Ok, sure,” Garett runs back up the shore to where he left his slides, and after he puts them on, we explore south along the beach and dunes until we reach the public recreation area, a good walk south of our camp.
We both decide to turn back, but Garrett runs ahead of me, I catch up to him and put my arm around his shoulder, leaning in close enough to whisper in his ear, "You know, I was thinking about earlier when you mentioned the 'gay' thing."
Garrett's deep blue eyes lock onto mine, a curious grin forming on his face. "Yeah, what about it?"
I nod, feeling a rush of bravery. "I was wondering like, what we started doing when we were Tenderfoots, isn’t that even gayer, or do all boys do that?"
“I guess so, I kinda caught Tobey and Minh doing it last year when they were changing for swimming.”
“Hah, seriously?” I chuckle.
“Yeah, Tobey stretched his fingers out to the length of his, which couldn’t have been more than 4 inches, then he put his fingers up against Minh’s which was visibly shorter.” Garrett shakes his head.
“Where was I during all this?” I ask him.
“I think for some reason you wanted to take a shower before you got into the pool. Then Guillermo walked by and Tobey and Minh quickly pulled up their suits.”
“Crazy they’d do that in the change room!” I say shaking my head. Tobey and Minh are a year younger than us and seem best buddies in our troop.
On our return to camp, Garrett walks to the shower house to wash off his feet while I head to the nurse's station to get my daily dose of Clonidine. It astounds me that I’m the one with ADHD and Garrett isn’t. The medication has helped my focus in school, but I wasn’t the type of kid to constantly get in trouble like him before I started taking it.
Camp Meriwether’s menu redeems itself for dinner with Korean Beef stir-fry. Everyone at our table is full on our first plate through the chow line, even Oliver, who has dietary restrictions because of religion, being half-Iranian. Immediately after dinner, the camp staff starts their nightly entertainment program in the big hall. All campers like me were exhausted from driving and setting up camp yesterday evening, so there wasn’t much time to meet most of the staff. About two dozen members of the resident camp staff line up to introduce themselves on the stage tonight.
No one quite strikes my fancy as Ranger Mark did this morning, especially with his enthusiasm for plants, but one of the lifeguards does look exceptionally hot. His name is Chase, probably 18 or younger, and he's wearing a pair of bright blue swim trunks that accentuate his toned leg muscles and a white t-shirt that clings to his defined chest. He has short, curly brown hair and a charming smile that makes my stomach flutter. I can only hope he’s the one on duty when my troop gets our turn at swimming on the lake.
My troop sucks at the rest of the program and 90’s trivia night. I bet only Paul, our Scoutmaster, and our parents were alive in the 90s. Most of the answers were ‘Former President Bill Clinton’, and if someone just raised their hand with that answer for every question they could have won the game. A troop from Utah wins the night, and they all get a commemorative badge to wear on their uniform for the rest of camp.
We’re left to our own devices after the nightly program and Garrett and I decide to shower before bed. Collin pinches his nose as a joke when I look at him next door as I leave our minidak beside Garrett for the showers with our towels draped over our shoulders.
The ‘stinky’ Garrett jokes continue even with the senior leadership as we encounter Ben and Evan on the way to the showers.
“Don’t forget to scrub behind your ears!” Ben says playfully to Garrett. “Is Oliver back there?”
“Yeah,” I nod my head. “He was talking to Bryan behind his cabin.”
“Remind him there’s a PLC meeting at 7:15 in the morning, Evan and I are going to check if it’s true that you can get a cell signal by the flags.” Ben smiles at both of us and turns to walk with Evan toward the flag posts by the shore.
“Sure thing Ben,” I nod my head again. Ben has a soft spot for all his former patrol members, even Garrett. I much prefer Ben’s leadership style to Thomas’ as Thomas is a to-the-book leader concerning the chain of command, and Thomas doesn’t include us APLs in the Patrol Leader’s Council. Eventually, I think Ben will take over as SPL, and I believe the troop will be better for it.
The showers here don’t run as hot as back home and I try to make quick work of my time in the private stall. After drying off, I slip on my shiny red basketball shorts from Fred Meyer to match Garrett’s sleeping attire with a plain white undershirt. As I exit mine, Garrett is still in his stall, so I brush my teeth at one of the outside sinks while I wait for him.
As Garrett emerges from his shower, I glance at him with my toothbrush in my mouth. He’s back in the shiny black basketball shorts that show off his skinny legs nicely and a blue Puma t-shirt. He joins me at my sink to quickly brush his teeth and we head back to our minidak.
My cock stirs under my red shorts as we walk back together to our campsite in the soft glow of the moonlight. I try to hide my pecker from Garrett with the bottom of my undershirt before he notices.
"So, what do you think of the camp so far?” I ask Garrett, hoping he still has some of his trademark abundant energy left before bed.
Garrett chuckles, his eyes bright and body language still playful. "It's alright, I guess. But the beach is the best part, too bad the water is too cold."
"Yeah, it's almost perfect here," I nod, my mind suddenly flooding with the image of us walking along the shore, my arms around him as the steady Pacific gusts pick up our hair. "But we have a whole week to explore more."
"Yeah, there’s a lot to explore here,” Garrett replies as he steps back into our minidak.
I want to explore more than just the camp this week, and I think Garrett is my best shot at that. Oliver is still up, and I don’t see Ben or Evan back yet, so I remind Oliver of our scheduled PLC meeting in the morning before joining Garrett alone in our minidak.
“Are you gonna play with me tonight?” Garrett beckons to me as he dangles one leg over the edge of his bunk, and sits on the other. Stepping closer, my eyes are drawn to the slight bulge in his black shorts as I bet he’s not wearing anything under them just like last night.
I feel like there are butterflies in my stomach, even Garrett isn’t this forward when he wants to whip out his dick and show it off to me, especially when it’s not yet lights out. “Play what?” I try to mumble.
“Uno, dummy!” Garrett narrows his eyes at me.
“Oh sure, I guess we have some downtime before bed.” I throw my towel onto my bunk and get into his bunk with him as he sits cross-legged in it. Garrett always plays cards before bed at camp, usually, Tobey, Collin, and even Evan would join us, but I’m glad it’s just us two tonight.
As we begin to play Uno, It’s impossible for me not to steal glances at Garrett. His arm muscles flex as he lays down his cards and occasionally scratches his smooth thighs under his shimmering basketball shorts. I try to focus on the game, but my mind keeps drifting away, imagining the feel of his soft skin against mine.
"Come on, you're letting me win," Garrett chuckles, snapping me back to reality. I smile and shake my head, acting embarrassed at my thoughts.
We continue to play until it gets late, but we’re interrupted by a firm knock on our cabin and we both look toward the door. “Lights out in five,” Oliver sticks his head in and quickly disappears.
I throw my cards down and Garrett collects them from the top of his sleeping bag to put back in the box. Reluctantly, I get out of his bunk and he gets up and stretches his arms out.
“Hey, how tall are you now Walker?” Garrett asks as he slips his cards into his pack.
“I dunno, taller than you,” I reply with a yawn.
"Yeah, but how much taller?" Garrett persists, clearly amused by my lack of specifics.
I shrug, not wanting to think about my height when I’m ready to get into bed. "An inch or two?"
"That’s it? How about your stick?" Garrett teases me, flashing his classic grin with his braces.
“You want to check right now?” I look back at the entryway to our cabin, hoping Oliver or someone else doesn’t return to disturb us.
“Yeah!” Garrett nods his head and takes out his Mini-Maglite. In the past, we got away with being awake past lights out by having our size comparisons under our sleeping bags, and the wood frame of our cabin offers a bit more privacy than a tent, save for the curtain at the front door.
The cabin goes pitch black when I shut off my small LED lantern, and Garrett turns on his Maglite as I crawl back into his bunk, unzip his sleeping bag, and drape it over my back. I’m not hard yet, so I start stroking my dick through the soft polyester material of my shiny basketball shorts.
Garrett joins me on his bunk, sitting on his foam pad doing the same thing, working his cock through his shorts. He positions the flashlight beam against the wall so the light doesn’t shine outside the door.
We begin to size up each other's dicks, taking turns estimating the girth and length as they poke through the fabric of our shorts. My heart races, and I can feel my cock growing harder inside my shorts. I see Garrett's flashlight waver slightly, and I know he's glanced down at his erection.
"Hey, Walker, I think I'm almost as big as you," Garrett whispers, his voice sounding different in the darkness. I look over to where he's pointing the flashlight, and indeed, his erection is impressive - thick and long within the constraints of his basketball shorts.
I can't resist any longer, I quickly yank down my shorts to reveal my naked cock, now fully erect and throbbing at just over 5 inches. From the corner of my eye, I see Garrett's just as eager to share his bare erection with me, and he does just that, sticking his dick out of the bottom of his shorts to reveal his, thicker but slightly shorter cock, also fully erect and pulsing in front of the Mag-lite.
“Wow, Garrett, you’re impressive,” I manage to gasp, my voice shaking with a mixture of excitement and arousal.
Garrett grins, his eyes gleaming in the dim cabin. “You ain’t so bad yourself, Walker,” he says, his voice low and throaty. “Can’t believe we haven’t done this for a while.”
Before I can say anything, Garrett reaches out and cups my balls in one hand, while he wraps his other hand around his throbbing member. We both close our eyes and begin to stroke ourselves, our breaths coming out in short, ragged pants as we rub our hard cocks out of our basketball shorts.
Feeling the pleasure build within me, I start to lean backward. Garrett follows me between my legs and the next thing I know he’s on top of me. I let go of my dick and try to take off his t-shirt, but he stops me.
“No, let me," he whispers, and I can feel his heart beating fast against my chest. With trembling hands, he pulls off his shirt and throws it to the side, leaving himself exposed. “Now you," he whispers, eyes locked on mine.
I quickly remove my undershirt, feeling self-conscious for a moment, but my shorts are still around my hips. Garrett tucks his dick back in his shorts, then presses his now bare chest against mine as he starts pushing his pulsating cock beneath his shorts into my crotch.
My back feels uncomfortable with Garrett’s balled-up sleeping bag beneath it. I try to lift myself and move the bag away while Garrett grinds down into me. He finally sees my struggle and pauses to remove the bag from under my body. Now able to enjoy myself fully, I start mimicking his movements under him as we continue our frotting.
As we grind against each other, our hips moving in sync, our breaths getting heavier with each passing moment, my mind races wondering what would happen if someone were to walk in. But in the dark, we're safe, at least for now.
Our passion builds, and I can feel Garrett's cock pressing harder against mine, our erections sliding against the silkiness of his dark basketball shorts. I lean in to kiss him, our lips meeting in a passionate embrace, as we continue to move together.
His lips are warm and soft, both of us let go of our insecurities as I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring his mouth cautiously behind his braces. He meets my tongue with his own, and we tangle our bodies closer together. The taste of Garrett is intoxicating, and I can't get enough of it.
Garrett's eyes lock onto mine, the intensity of our gaze making time seem to stand still. His movements become more erratic, each thrust more passionate than the last. His breath is ragged, and I can see the desperation in his face, the need for release.
Finally, that release comes for him, I hear Garrett let out a sharp gasp, and feel his entire body tense up as it's pressed into mine. His cock, now slick with precum, thrusts harder against me as he climaxes, his warm cum seeping through the fabric of his shorts and against my crotch.
I try to hold myself back as I feel the release building within me, our bodies still locked together, our kisses fueling the passion between us. But it feels too good and I can’t contain it inside myself any longer. With a deep, shuddering breath, I join Garrett in our release, depositing my warm spunk between us and into his shorts.
As our orgasms subside, we pant and catch our breath, our sweat-drenched bodies still pressed together. The adrenaline and the sense of danger only heighten our arousal, and we can't help but feel closer to each other than ever before.
Garrett pulls away from me, his eyes still locked on mine. "That was... incredible," he whispers with a hint of disbelief.
I can only nod in response, my emotions too raw and complex to articulate in the moment. We remain there, holding each other, our respective fluids seeping through his shorts and mixing into the fabric.
The moment is shattered as the sound of footsteps approaching interrupts our intimacy. Our hearts race as we hear laughter and voices growing louder. We quickly separate but try to remain still on his bunk.
A bright flashlight beam under the curtain floods the floor beneath us illuminating our packs, boots, and discarded shirts on the wooden planks.
“Two in there,” I hear Ben say. “That’s 7 for Badger.”
“Do you want me to look inside this one?” Evan asks him. My adrenaline is in overdrive now, and I can feel my heart pounding inside my chest. Garrett's hand finds mine, giving me a reassuring squeeze.
“No, that’s Walker and Garrett, Ollie said they never left after they got back from the shower.”
Relieved, we both listen to Evan and Ben’s footsteps retreat away. After a minute of silence, I jump out of Garrett’s bunk across the gap and into mine.
“I think you fucked my shorts, Walker” Garrett laughs as he feels the wetness soaked into his crotch, then pulls his sleeping bag over him. I pull up my shorts and do the same.