Camp Meriwether Secrets: Walker's Story

By BJCS

Published on Nov 3, 2024

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Camp Meriwether Secrets: Walker's Story Chapter 2

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. This series 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 is a Star Scout and has the position of Instructor). Reading that series prior to this is recommended, but not necessary.

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Chapter 2: No Reservations

As I wake up, my morning wood is pressed against the soft fabric of my basketball shorts, but my urge to whack off isn’t as bad as yesterday. Garrett is surprisingly awake already, and I watch him pick up his Puma t-shirt from the floor while still cocooned in his sleeping bag. I start to shiver and remember neither of us put our shirts back on after we almost got caught last night.

“Want your shirt too?” Garrett looks over at me when he realizes I’m awake as well.

“Sure,” I yawn, rubbing my eyes and stretching out with my lower body still in my sleeping bag.

Just as he scoops my undershirt from the floor he lifts it to his nose for a quick sniff.

“What are you doing Garrett?” I chuckle.

"Seeing if yours smells as bad as mine," Garrett smirks.

I roll my eyes but can't hide myself blushing, as Garrett wants to smell my dirty clothes. Since Wolf Cubs, we've been best friends in scouts, but something feels different now that we’ve done more than just compare our dick sizes. After he throws me my shirt, I notice minimal scent if any. I only had it on for an hour after our shower while playing UNO with him, so I wonder why Garrett is teasing me about it.

Sitting in bed, I look at my watch on my Thermarest. It takes a few seconds after reading 7:02 AM on it before I realize I need to get dressed for this morning’s PLC meeting. I quickly put on the undershirt and my scout shirt. My hard cock makes a noticeable ‘thwap’ sound when it slaps against my body as I take off the red dazzle basketball shorts I slept in.

Garrett gives me the most naughty grin still lying in his half-open sleeping bag. I look back up and toss my red basketball shorts at him. “Here, if you like my smell I wore these longer.” I mock him.

He puts the shorts up to his nose and starts to rub his erection through the black shorts with the dried cum he’s still wearing with his other hand. “These smell pretty funky!” Garrett says with my red shorts still covering his nose.

“I thought you didn’t want to be doing ‘gay’ stuff, what was with us kissing last night?” I ask Garrett, instantly regretting asking such a loaded question as I need to dress for my PLC meeting, and I quickly put on a pair of gray Columbia boxer briefs.

Garrett chuckles and kicks off the top of his sleeping bag to reveal his skinny, hairless legs. “I guess we both got carried away, but I don’t think it makes us gay. We’re just boys experimenting, right?”

I sigh and consider his words as I rummage through my bag for my brown REI convertible pants. “Well, I don’t know, Garrett. Being with a guy like that makes me scared things might become different between us.”

Garrett props himself up on his elbows, giving me a curious look. “Don’t be scared, man. We’re best buddies, and that’s never going to change. Besides, who says we have to label what we’re doing? It’s just fun. Isn’t that the whole point of camp and being away from home?”

I shrug with some hesitation as I put on my pants and socks. As much as I enjoyed last night, I haven’t fully accepted the likely fact that I am homosexual and don’t have any attraction to girls. “I guess so,” I sniffle and agree that Garrett is right about not labeling what we did; he has the perfect moments of maturity at opportune times.

With two minutes to spare, I’m dressed in my uniform and look at Garrett still shirtless in his bunk. “You better be dressed and on the parade ground at 7:45,” I tell him. “Otherwise Ollie is gonna have your ass!”

“Not if you get it first!” Garrett hollers back jokingly as I push away the curtain and exit our minidak.

Oliver shakes his head and taps his watch as I approach him. Ben, Evan, and all the other PLs and APLs are already sitting at a picnic table for our meeting this morning and I’m the last one to make it.

Ben pats me on the back as I sit at the table. He opens the meeting by thanking us for being at camp with him and making him the acting SPL. Summer is a busy time for teenagers, and everyone here has shown their dedication to the troop. I can’t tell if he’s throwing shade at Thomas who is instead taking summer classes at UW, but Paul our Scoutmaster seems to appreciate the message from the approving look on his face.

“Now, I don’t know if you noticed but a lot of troops here aren’t even from Oregon,” Ben says. “I think I’ve seen troops from Texas, Utah, Iowa, California, and even the East Coast like Virginia! I expect everyone in 165 to be like a brother to all scouts, even if they aren’t in your troop. While this isn’t our home camp we aren’t from too far away, so if you see someone with a council patch you don’t recognize, introduce yourself and your scouts!”

I nod in agreement as Ben finishes speaking and looks around the table. We all mumble acknowledgments, and then Paul chimes in.

"This is an excellent idea, Ben. When I was a scout in Taiwan, I went to jamborees and scout camps all over Asia, and this was the best part. Meeting scouts from other troops, trading badges, and all the crazy stories they tell with them. You never know what kind of adventures you'll have when you try to connect with others outside of your troop. So, I fully support this idea, and I hope you all will too."

A chorus of "yeah” and "totally" echo around the table, and Ben claps his hands together.

“Okay, guys, what do you think of Merriwether and Oregon so far?” Ben asks.

The expected gripes about the food and tepid showers are the response, but the one positive everyone agrees on is the beach just steps away from the main lodge.

“Lucky for us you get more beach time this morning!” Ben grins. “Most of the troops are going for a tour of the aviation museum down the highway. Considering that we’re from the home of Boeing and some of your parents even work at the factory, I decided to skip that and stay at camp.”

We all clap in approval of Ben’s decision. I think I’ve been to the Museum of Flight and Boeing Tour twice already, and that is one of the easiest badges for our troop to complete.

Thankfully there isn’t much in the way of patrol reports yet at camp. Badger Patrol gets along well and Oliver prefers to deal with anything that comes up with Garrett on his own as long as it doesn’t involve scouts in other patrols. Ben dismisses us for the morning and the PLC is left to take our patrols to the parade ground.

Breakfast isn’t anything spectacular again and I’m starting to miss the smell of my mom’s microwave-cooked bacon. As I’m trying to chew an almost flavorless sausage link, Collin nudges me on the shoulder. “What happened to you guys last night?” He asks with a chuckle.

“Nothing really,” I say putting down my fork. “Just played some Uno in our cabin together and went to bed.”

“Oh, I thought you guys had a long shower or something. Arvid brought this cool Werewolf game, we all played, even Oliver had fun.”

“Neat, how about you? Did those earplugs work?” I look over at Collin as he finishes the last of his apple juice.

“Slept like a baby, but if I remember correctly, Garrett told me you snore loudly too, so I’m glad we didn’t swap!” he snickers.

I shake my head and glance at Garrett across from me, but he’s stuffing his mouth with tater tots. As we finish breakfast, I wonder if Garrett is thinking as hard about last night as I was. Part of me wants to talk to him more about it, but another part is nervous to bring it up again and what he might tell anyone else.

Outside on the beach and dunes, my troop mostly has to area all to ourselves. We get to experience sandboarding for the first time and all the safety equipment and straps that go with it. I’ve been up to the Mt. Baker Ski Area two or three times with the troop to ski and snowboard and didn’t make a fool of myself, so I hope sandboarding isn’t any more difficult.

Garrett is next to me as we sit atop a dune to strap ourselves into the narrow sandboards. He looks over his shoulder and sees most of our patrol still making their way up the dune and out of ear-shot then leans in close and whispers, "Hey, about last night..."

I feel my heart race, unsure of what he's about to say. "Yeah?" I reply, trying to keep my voice steady.

"I just wanted to say...I had fun," Garrett says with a small smile. "And I hope things aren't weird between us now."

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. "No, of course not," I assure him. "We're still best buds."

Garrett grins and gives me a playful tap on my helmet. "Good. Now let's see who can make it down this dune without eating sand!"

We push off together, picking up speed as we glide down the steep dune. The sand feels different under the board than snow - grittier and less smooth, but the rush is similar. The wind whips over my head as I crouch low, trying to go faster. Garrett screeches with joy next to me. I glance over and see his face lit up with excitement. For a moment, all my worries and confusion melt away. We're just two Boy Scouts having fun at one of the best summer camps in the world.

As we near the bottom, I start to lose my balance. The board wobbles and I flail my arms, trying to stay upright. But it's useless - I topple over, rolling through the sand. When I come to a stop, I'm covered head to toe in gritty sand. Garrett skids to a halt beside me, laughing.

"Looks like you ate sand after all!" he teases, offering me a hand up.

I grab Garrett’s hand and pull myself to my feet, brushing sand from my clothes. "Yeah, yeah. I'd like to see you do better on the next run."

“Hey Walker, are you ok?” Ben shouts out to me as he’s taking off his board, it looks like Ben fell over too, but he isn’t covered in sand like me.

I do a quick check of my body. My pride is a bit bruised, but I don’t have a scratch physically. "I'm good. The sand's pretty soft." I yell back.

"Alright, well take it easy on the next run," Ben advises me. "Maybe we should start on a smaller dune to get the hang of it."

I nod, feeling a mix of embarrassment and appreciation for his concern. As Ben heads back up the dune to help some of the younger scouts who haven’t made it down yet, I take off my helmet to shake off the sand trapped in my hair.

We get in a couple more runs and I finally get the hang of the sandboard, preferring this over snowboarding. As I enjoy myself with Garrett on the dunes, I lose track of time until Oliver tells us it’s time to return our equipment and have lunch.

Walking to lunch with Garrett, I can almost still feel the sand between my skin and boxer briefs, so tonight’s shower can’t come soon enough. Just as I think the day can’t get any worse with lunch’s feature menu item being plain-looking ham sandwiches with cheese, Collin sits down next to me to eat, but he thankfully spares me from his usual meal-time ribbing.

The other troops have returned from their aviation museum visit, and I notice Ben sitting to eat with an SPL who looks to be from the East Coast as his Council patch says “National Capital Area Council”. I didn’t realize Meriwether was a nationwide destination camp attracting Boy Scout troops. We must have lucked out with our stay here and I admit plenty of unique activities are available, being out on the Oregon Coast.

Ben waves me over to his table as I get up to return my tray, he’s always led by example, so I assume he’s taking what he wanted us to do by meeting new scouts to heart.

“Walker, come sit down and meet Jamie,” Ben points at an open seat. “He’s from Virginia and big into photography like us!”

I put my tray on the table and sit with Ben, Evan, Jamie, and what looks to be Jamie’s troop’s PLC. Looking at Jamie closer, he is around Ben’s age, Wasian (half white and half Asian), with perfect light skin, and wavy dark brown hair.

“Hey, man!” Jamie holds out his left hand to offer me a scout shake and I follow. “Nice to meet you, Walker. Your troop seems pretty chill. This is my first time on the West Coast and you’ve all been super nice!” Jamie grins at me to show off his perfect white teeth and I have trouble thinking of where to look in response. His slanted brown eyes are stunning, but his decorated uniform shirt does little to hide his tall, athletic frame. He’s even a Life Scout, one rank higher than Ben and just under Eagle.

“Glad to have you here!” This is all I can think to respond and I look at Ben to continue their conversation.

Ben and Evan are photography nuts and I try to keep up with them as they discuss their camera setups with Jamie. Jamie also plays tennis like Ben and works out regularly. With the way Ben and Evan seem to be drawn to him, I wonder if there’s a possibility they are starting to be attracted to him physically like I am. Just as Jamie starts joking about being half-Korean, his Scoutmaster interrupts him, everyone from his troop has to leave for their afternoon schedule, and we all say our goodbyes.

After I return my tray, Ben stops me as I turn around. “Hey Walker, Jamie gave us these CSPs (Council Service Patch) before you came. Evan doesn’t collect them so you can have his. Just don’t tell Collin I gave it to you!”

My eyes grow wide as Ben hands me the patch. I started a Scout patch collection like Ben when I was 12, but most of ours are from Washington State or the West Coast. The new patch is instantly one of my most prized. I beam with excitement as I run my fingers across the embroidered Jefferson Memorial with pink cherry blossom trees in the foreground, before safely slipping the patch into the velcro pocket of my convertible pants.

We’re back on the beach in the afternoon for some Oceanography merit badge work. More clouds have rolled in from the ocean and a low fog envelops the shore. Garrett still seems to have a perk in his step as we walk around the tidepools under the overcast skies. Compared to yesterday and plant science, he seems more interested in completing the work without anyone’s direction, and I’m curious why.

As we carefully navigate the slippery rocks by some cliffs, Garrett points out various marine organisms with unexpected enthusiasm. "Check this out, Walker," he says, crouching to point at a huge ochre starfish.

When it looks like he’s almost going to touch it, I try to pull his arm back. “Hey, we aren’t supposed to touch them remember?”

“I know,” He sighs and playfully dips his hand in the pool away from the creature.

“How come you’re so much more into this than yesterday?” I finally ask him.

“I love the beach, ocean, and stuff like this. You know, one day I want to work on a ship or even a cruise ship and sail all over the world!” Garrett gets back up and kicks some rocks into the tide pool with his boots.

“Really, why didn’t you join the Sea Scout Ship in Everett?” I snort to myself, imagining Garrett in a crisp white sailor's uniform instead of our tan shirts. We sometimes see Ship 84 at various activities for Mt. Baker Council, and I wonder how Garrett’s rebellious nature would fit in with a more tightly-knit ship vs a regular scout troop.

“I hate sailing, remember when we went just after crossing over from Webelos and I kept hitting my head on the boom? Besides, that would mean leaving you all alone!” He snickers.

“True, I can’t imagine Badger Patrol without you.” I smile.

After finishing what we can do for Oceanography we head back to camp for Leathercraft. There isn’t much privacy to talk to Garrett as we work on stamping leather medallions to attach to lanyards. Garrett even gets up from working on his project to help some of the younger scouts in Baden Powell Patrol use the press machine. He makes lots of grunts as he pretends to struggle with Liam’s medallion until Liam’s brother Evan kicks Garrett off the machine. I shake my head as Garrett laughs and shows off his arm muscles again, then sits down next to me.

I can finally get that much-needed shower to rid myself of all traces of sand after dinner, but Garrett seems like he’s not interested in joining me there tonight, so I take out my new patch to show him as we walk back to our campsite from the lodge.

“Hey, look what Ben gave me!” I hold out the new council patch in my hand.

“National Capitol? Where’d he get that?”

“There’s a troop at camp from there, I think Ben and Evan have some sort of man-crush on their SPL though,” I chuckle.

Garrett takes the patch in his fingers and holds it to the CSP on my shoulder. “Ours is the better Washington I think, no mountains there! What do you mean by man-crush?” He asks as he hands the patch back to me.

“They both just seemed enthralled by him,” I shrug. “Like hung up on his every word and adored him.” Admittedly I was taken by Jamie too, but I don’t want to tell Garrett that, at least for now.

Upon returning to the campsite after a shower, I find Badger Patrol playing One Night Ultimate Werewolf. It’s a fast-paced game and Arvid goes over the simple rules for me to take on one role card. We didn’t discover the werewolf on my first round, but it’s addictive. Garrett seems to have forgotten about his pack of Uno cards in the minidak and we play multiple rounds of Werewolf until Oliver ends the last round telling us to get ready for bed.

After brushing our teeth and retreating for the night to our minidak, Garrett and I are finally alone again. I put my red shorts back on for bed while Garrett slips on a pair of shiny, silver Nike basketball shorts with small black diagonal stripes on the sides with his blue Puma shirt.

“Hey, Garrett?” I look back at him as I slip into my sleeping bag.

“Yeah?” He snaps his head up as he takes off his socks.

“Will you stay up with me after they do the bed check?” I plea with a hint of anticipation in my voice.

“Sure,” Garrett grumbles as he unzips his sleeping bag and crawls in.

I turn off my LED lantern and lay back on my pillow with my eyes half-closed. I’m trying to avoid falling asleep if Garrett wants to do something again tonight, but I don’t want to be caught wide awake by the person doing the rounds to check up on us.

The silence in the minidak is nearly absolute, pierced only by the occasional chorus of crickets and the distant laughter of another troop. Garrett's breathing slowly evens out across from me, and I wonder if he has already slipped into a deep sleep.

Minutes tick by as I stare at the front door, and a slow and steady rhythm marks the waves crashing onto the shore just beyond the trees. Without warning, the curtain door gets pushed slightly aside and I see Gulliemro, one of the scouts older than Ben, shine his flashlight right at me and glance over to Garrett.

“See you at 7:45 boys,” Gulliemro says just above a whisper, before disappearing into the night.

I lay still for a moment before making my move. “Garrett?” I whisper to him, hoping he’s still awake.

Garrett doesn’t instantly respond, save for a sharp nasal sound and rolling onto his side away from me. Frustrated and slightly horny, I get out of my sleeping bag to walk across the gap to nudge him on the shoulder, as he did promise me he would stay awake for me.

I hear him sniffle, out of nowhere, Garrett whimpers softly. “Hold me,”

With no reservations, I lift the top of his sleeping bag which he left unzipped, and crawl in with him. My heart races as I press into his back and my left hand finds its way to his hips and the waistband of his shorts. Tracing the smooth silky fabric, my hand works its way around to his crotch and stiffening cock. Garrett gasps and grows even harder as I wrap my hands around his dick and start to stroke him through the material of his clean Nike shorts with no underwear.

Now fully alert and awake, Garrett rolls onto his back again and I move my body to the edge of the bunk. His sleeping bag is confining, but it’s the last layer of privacy between us and the outside world.

Garrett sighs in pleasure as I continue to stroke his cock through the slick fabric of his shorts, I can tell he’s enjoying it as he breathes in deeply. He’s also leaking a fair amount of precum into his shorts, and I can feel the wetness on the tip of his cock through the material.

“Walker,” He finally stops me by grabbing my wrist and pulls the waistband of the shorts down to expose his dick and balls atop the shorts. “Give me the flashlight behind you, but keep doing that please….”

I try to roll over and find the same mag-lite he had last night under his Thermarest. It’s still there, but its cold aluminum frame is a shock to my fingers compared to Garrett’s stiff warm dick through the shorts. Garrett takes the Maglite from me and after I turn it on, he puts the Maglite on his chest. In the bright light, I can admire his dick in all its glory, somewhat veiny and plump, but the first ever dick I have the pleasure of ever touching other than my own.

Finally, I wrap my hands around it again and the smooth, warm flesh pulsates in my grip as I begin to stroke him gently. Garrett's breathing quickens, his chest rising and falling rapidly in the beam of the flashlight. I marvel at how different it feels to touch another boy's penis compared to my own - familiar yet excitingly new.

"That feels so good," Garrett whispers, his voice husky with arousal.

Encouraged, I tighten my grip slightly and increase my pace. Garrett's hips start to move in rhythm with my strokes, pushing up to meet my hand. His eyes are closed, lips parted as soft moans escape him.

I'm achingly hard myself now, but I focus all my attention on pleasuring my friend. My thumb swirls over the slick head of his cock, spreading the precum that's steadily leaking out. Garrett shudders at the sensation.

"Oh god Walker, don't stop," Garrett groans, his fingers gripping the blue REI nylon sleeping bag beneath us.

I continue stroking him, marveling at how his cock seems to grow even harder in my hand. The veins along the shaft pulse with each beat of his heart. I'm mesmerized by the sight of his flushed cockhead appearing and disappearing in my fist as I pump up and down.

Garrett's breathing becomes more ragged, his abs tightening as his hips thrust upward. "I'm getting close," he pants.

Instinctively, I speed up my strokes, tightening my grip. I can feel Garrett's cock swelling, the head flaring. His whole body goes rigid as he cries out. “Ohhhhhh.”

Suddenly, hot spurts of cum erupt from his cock, blasting onto his stomach and up to the bottom of his blue Puma t-shirt. I keep stroking as he rides out and settles back into the sleeping bag, then finally I let go and admire the pearly white drops of cum all over him.

Garrett looks down at his mess and scoops some of it into his fingers. Unexpectedly, he smears it on his lips while sticking out his tongue and moans. “Want to taste it too?”

I take a tiny amount to my fingers unsure of what to make of it. I’ve rarely done the deed of tasting my cum before, and Garrett’s fresh spunk smells bleachy. Curiosity takes over me and I put my fingers to my mouth to taste it. It’s a bit saltier than I expected, and Garrett laughs as I make somewhat of an ick face.

Now finished, Garrett wipes the mess into his t-shirt before rolling onto his side and looking into my eyes. “That was awesome Walker,” He says appreciatively. “I guess you want me to do you too?”

I nod, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Yeah, I'd like that," I say softly.

Garrett grins and shifts his position, pushing me gently onto my back with the flashlight between us. His hand trails down my chest and stomach, resting on the waistband of my shorts. He looks up at me, his eyes seeking permission. I give a slight nod.

Slowly, he tugs my shorts down, freeing my already hard cock. I gasp as the cool night air hits my sensitive skin. Garrett wraps his fingers around my shaft, giving it a few experimental strokes.

His touch sends shivers through my body. Garrett's hand is soft and warm. He starts slow, almost teasingly, his eyes fixed on my face to gauge my reactions.

"Is this okay?" he whispers, his breath hot against my ear.

I can only nod, words escaping me as the pleasure builds. Garrett increases his pace, his grip tightening slightly. His thumb swipes over the head of my cock, spreading the precum that's gathered there.

"You're so hard," Garrett murmurs, his voice coarse with desire. His hand moves faster, the friction against my cock sending waves of pleasure through my body. I can't help but thrust my hips up into his grip, chasing the sensation.

Garrett leans in closer, his lips brushing against my neck. "Does it feel good Walker?" he asks my approval, his tongue darting out to taste my skin.

"Y-yes," I stammer, my breath coming in short gasps. "So good."

He smiles, clearly pleased with my response. His free hand roams into my undershirt, fingers ghosting over my nipples. The dual sensations send a jolt through me, and I arch my back, pressing into his touch. Garrett takes the hint and begins to focus more attention there, rolling and pinching gently as he continues to stroke me.

The pressure builds low in my abdomen, a familiar tightening that signals I'm getting close. Garrett seems to sense it too, because he speeds up his movements, his grip firm and sure.

"Garrett," I pant, my hips bucking erratically. "I'm gonna—"

"It's okay," he murmurs, "Cum for me Walker," Garrett whispers seductively.

His words push me over the edge. With a strangled cry, I arch my back and release, spilling over Garrett's hand and my stomach. Waves of pleasure crash over me as Garrett continues to stroke me through my orgasm, drawing out every last tremor.

As I come down from my high, I fall back against the bottom of his sleeping bag, breathing heavily. It’s inside his bag that I remain, too exhausted to find my way back to my sleeping bag and bunk, but Garrett doesn’t complain. I watch him use his t-shirt to wipe me off and tuck us into his sleeping bag together for the night.


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