Camp Meriwether Secrets: Walkers Story Chapter 3
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 3: D.C MD. U.S. V.I. VA.
I almost can’t move as I wake up sharing Garrett’s sleeping bag and bunk. He’s pinned against me and I can smell his musty hair as he nuzzles his head into my shoulder. Our legs are tangled together in a sweaty hot mess at the bottom of his REI 20-degree sleeping bag. I want to unzip ourselves out of our warm nylon cocoon, but I haven’t heard our reveille call yet.
To my horror, I see a hand reach inside the curtain to our minidak and push it aside to step in.
“Hey, Walker. Ollie and Ben want you to help them get some stuff from the van in the parking lot for breakfast.” Griffin, another First Class Scout, says as he sees my empty bunk and his eyes instantly dart across the cabin to find me and Garrett together in the same sleeping bag. His mouth goes agape and Griffin stands still for a second to process the scene.
Before I can muster up the courage to say anything, Griffin turns around without a word and exits the minidak. “Crap!” I say to myself and wonder what Griffin might do with his discovery. I don’t know him closely as he moved to Washington State from Texas a couple of years ago. He’s one year older than me like Ben, the Troop Scribe, and in a different patrol, so I have no idea why he would barge into our cabin without asking.
I sigh and think I should get dressed to face the music if Griffin told anyone else. After looking at Garrett’s peaceful face still fast asleep, I decide not to scare him with the news of what just transpired. As I untangle myself from our cocoon, Garrett groans but his eyes remain shut.
Quickly putting on my uniform and pants from yesterday, I emerge from my minidak alone with a pit in my stomach. Ben and Oliver are filling a huge stock pot with water looking like they are getting ready to boil it, while other senior scouts are milling about the campsite, including Griffin. I forgot today is the lone “Campsite Cooking” day when the troops are encouraged to prepare meals at our campsites rather than go to the dining hall.
Griffin seems to be avoiding eye contact with me but I’m not getting any weird looks from anyone else, so I think I’m safe for now. I suck in my stomach and walk toward Ben.
“Oh there you are Walker,” Ben looks up as I approach. He hands the full pot of water off to Oliver and digs into the side pocket of his uniform pants to pull out a key fob. “Got the keys to the minivan, let’s go grab the food. Ready for a hike?” He jingles the fob.
“Sure,” I nod with a sigh of relief. It seems Griffin has kept his mouth shut so far, but I don’t know how long I can handle not knowing if he will reveal our secret. I’m not in any position to ask Griffin not to tell Ben or anyone else what he saw between me and Garrett. Griffin is a full member of the PLC and I’m just an APL who isn’t in his patrol.
“Are you that hungry already Walker?” Ben yells at me because I’m a fair distance ahead of him on the path, as I’m full of anxiety over this Griffin.
I slow my pace, realizing it’s Ben, and while he might be acting as Senior Patrol Leader now, he’s still a good friend. I consider him somewhat of an older brother figure, but I’ve never discussed my feelings about other boys with him. "Just excited to start the day, I guess," I say with a forced chuckle.
Ben catches up and we walk down the dusty trail toward the overflow parking lot of the camp. "So, how do you like being Ollie’s assistant for a whole week?" Ben asks casually.
“I swear he has eyes on the back of his head, but he knows his stuff and looks out for everyone like you still do,” I answer honestly and look back at Ben. “How about you? Being Senior Patrol Leader must be fun!”
“Ugh,” Ben groans. “It’s great most of the time, the exception is when Wade wants to cause drama for no reason other than he thinks he should have been voted in for the week. If it was Wade who is going to lead Panda Patrol? See why Paul suggested it was better for someone not on the current PLC to take it on as a prep for the real thing.”
Nodding my head, I agree with Ben. Troop politics is something I’m slowly learning about as a First Class Scout. In a troop of over 50 Boy Scouts, there are bound to be differences in opinion on how things are run, but Wade and Ben have been slightly at odds with each other for a while now.
We get to the parking lot and Ben uses the remote to find where Mr. Park left the Caravan. In the trunk, we take out a small foldable wagon and load it up with cases of Golden Grill instant hashbrown cartons, 30-count multi-packs of Quaker oatmeal, and a bag of powdered eggs. Without Costco, our troop wouldn’t have affordable options to feed everyone easily.
On our way back to our site, I pull the wagon while Ben carries a small flat of evaporated milk under his arm. I am slightly more at ease over the Griffin problem, and I know if Ben were to find out about it, he wouldn’t be the type of person to make a big deal over it. Trying to get the Griffin incident off my mind, I think to bring up Jamie from yesterday. “I guess, we won’t see that guy Jamie today if we’re not in the Mess Hall?”
“Hmm, perhaps you’re right,” Ben scratches his forehead. “He did give me his number after dinner last night, but it's not like I can talk to him out here.”
“Oh!” I think back to the other night. “Were you still able to get a signal out by the flag poles?”
“Yeah, I Facetimed my brother for a minute then the call dropped. I think I’ve given up on maintaining my Snap Streaks though!” Ben chuckles.
“Yep me too!” I laugh and nod in agreement again. That’s one of the main reasons I enjoy summer camp so much. I can detach myself from the outside world and not feel guilty about it. When my parents were in the middle of their divorce, being with my scout troop was one of the few happy places in my life.
At breakfast and back closer to Griffin, the tension in the air is back again. While Griffin is eating at a picnic table with Panda Patrol, I try to see if there’s any sign they’re joking about me and Garrett.
I watch Griffin stand up and make his way on the path toward the bathrooms. Figuring this is my only chance to confront Griffin before he spills the beans, I almost throw my half-eaten carton of hash browns in Garett’s lap as I get up from the log we’re sitting on.
“Gotta go to the washroom, I’ll be back in a minute!” I yell at Garrett when he looks up at me shocked.
I sprint down the path to catch up with Griffin. He’s halfway to the washroom and we’re a fair distance from our site, so this place is as private as any.
“Wait, Griffin! Can we talk please?” I call ahead.
Griffin turns around, not too surprised to see me. He has messy blonde hair, we’re about the same height, and he has somewhat rugged good looks with an athletic frame. We don’t talk to each other much, Griffin is a quiet scout but takes his job as Troop Scribe seriously. This morning he’s wearing a blue “Lost Pines Scout Reservation” t-shirt with green Starter athletic shorts.
“Howdy Walker, what’s up?” Griffin grins.
“I need to talk to you about what you saw…..” I try to come up with an excuse while catching my breath. “Garrett was cold last night and like….”
His face turns red and he holds out his palm to stop me. “Walker, if anyone should be apologizing it should be me. I don’t know what I was thinking, I should have knocked or called out first. I’m a goof like that at times I’ll admit. I’m sorry for that buddy.”
“So like, you’re not going to tell anyone?” I plead.
Griffin shakes his head. "No way, man. That's not my business to share. What happens between you guys in your cabin is private."
I let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Griff. I appreciate that."
He gives me a small reassuring smile. "Don't mention it. I know what it's like to have secrets you're not ready to share yet."
I raise an eyebrow, wondering what he means by that, but don’t push it. "Well, thanks again. It’s been eating me up inside all morning."
Turning around, I see Gulliermo, who the whole troop affectionately calls ‘Gizmo” coming up from our site. He’s tall, half-Mexican, half-Filipino, two years older than me and the troop's Outdoor Ethics Guide. “Hey boys, oatmeal giving you the runs as well?” He laughs.
Looking over to Griffin, he nods at Gizmo and Griffin scratches his stomach. “Yeah, the eggs aren’t sitting right with me, safe to say they might be worse than the ones in the mess hall.” Griffin clears his throat.
“Well, you gotta get used to packable hiking food again. Bryan is planning a 25-miler with an overnight for Eagle Patrol before the end of summer, either of you wanna join us?” Gizmo asks.
“Sure,” I look at Gizmo and turn around toward our site. “I was just on my way back though and I think Ben might be looking for me.”
“Okay, Walker.” Gizmo puts his hand on Griffin's shoulder and they continue toward the washrooms while I go the opposite direction.
With Griffin off my mind, I can enjoy the rest of the day with Garrett by my side knowing that Griffin promised not to tell anyone how he found us this morning. After breakfast, we head up to the climbing tower, where the staff tells us the view from the top is worth it if we can make it.
There’s a different scenery on my mind as they strap us into the climbing harnesses that wrap around our waist and pelvis, pulling tight the fabric of shorts and pants against our packages and behinds. My convertible pants seem to hide it well, but half the troop gets a good laugh at the expense of Arvin, whose thin navy blue Under Armour shorts don’t leave much to the imagination under the harness.
As we start climbing the tower, I can't resist sneaking glances at Garrett above me. His lean muscles flex as he reaches for each handhold, and I have to force myself to focus on where I put my hands and feet. It also doesn’t help that the harness helps show off his round butt emphasized by the gray adidas track pants he has on today with a red Troop 165 shirt. When we reach the top, the view is breathtaking - the endless ocean to our west, with waves crashing on the beach and cliffs below us. To our east is the vast forest and the Oregon Coast Range that separates the camp from the Willamette Valley. A seagull cries overhead, but I'm more aware of how close Garrett and I are, our shoulders brushing as we take in the scenery.
Standing at the top of the tower, taking in the stunning view, I feel a mix of exhilaration and nervousness being so close to Garrett above everyone else. The breeze ruffles his hair, and I resist the urge to reach out and smooth it back into place.
"This is amazing," Garrett says softly, his eyes wide as he scans the horizon.
I try not to say ‘You are too,’ and just nod.
“Hey, you two,” A female staff member shouts at us. “Get ready to rappel on that side. I got 3 more comin’ up.”
After our descent to the ground and hot dogs for lunch, our troop walks to Fort Clatsop on the other end of the camp. It’s a recreation of the Lewis and Clark Expedition’s final winter encampment before their return journey eastward. Since the camp is named after Lewis Meriwether, it seems fitting to have such a tribute to them here. Some staff dress in period costumes to demonstrate blacksmithing, candlemaking, and black-powder rifle marksmanship. However, I’m unsure who is more bored with the activity this afternoon, me or Garrett.
As we wander about Fort Clatsop, Garrett leans in close and whispers, "This is about as exciting as watching paint dry." I stifle a laugh, not wanting to disrespect the staff who are trying their best to make our visit educational for everyone, but their efforts only seem to hold the interest of the younger scouts. Nodding in agreement with Garrett, I try to keep a straight face. We hang back from the group, pretending to be engrossed in examining one of the cabins.
“Want to go home already?” Ben spots us by the gate to the fort, seemingly ready to leave.
I look at Garrett and then back to Ben, feeling a tug of indecision. "Not quite yet," I reply, forcing a smile, knowing it’s not Ben’s fault we’re bored out of our minds. "We just thought we'd check out the cabins a bit more before seeing the rest of the demonstrations."
Garrett raises an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth twitching in amusement. “Right, because nothing screams a great time like beeswax candles!” He nudges me playfully with his elbow and glances up at Ben.
“Very funny, Garrett,” Ben shakes his head and returns to discussing something Gizmo.
Finally, after an hour and a half, our troop heads back to our site to get ready for dinner. Oliver wants to follow another trail back to our site instead of the main road, and Panda Patrol joins us.
It’s not even five minutes up the trail that I lose sight of Oliver because Garrett and I are hanging back with a scout who walks with a limp, Jacob from Panda Patrol. Jacob has a spinal condition from what he told everyone was an injury as an infant. It hasn’t limited his activity as a scout, but Jacob has a small, lean stature like Garrett, with short brown hair and blue eyes. He’s First Class rank just like Garrett and I, and you will never find Jacob in a foul mood, even if we’ve been hiking for hours. Jacob gets along with everyone, and as Wade’s APL that is saying a lot.
Just as we pass some other campsites and the trail narrows along the bank of a stream, a bike comes up behind us wanting to get by.
“Hey, what gives with the slowpoke?” I hear behind me.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” Garrett says turning around, as Jacob and I stop on the trail. “What is your problem?” Garrett asks the biker.
The kid on the bike comes to a halt as well. He is around the same age as us, with long, lanky limbs. His blonde hair is cut short and his bright blue eyes shine against his fair smooth skin. The clean white adidas soccer jersey he’s wearing hugs his slender frame, paired with tan cargo shorts showcasing his skinny hairless legs. As I take in his appearance, I can't help but find him attractive, but there's a boldness about him that makes me hesitant to think he’s friendly.
“Just trying to get through.” the kid huffs, sounding more annoyed than anything. He rolls his eyes dramatically, leaning on the handlebars of his bike like he’s on some kind of throne.
Garrett steps in front of Jacob and me, puffing out his chest. “Yeah? Well, maybe you should just slow down and be more patient. Not everyone’s trying to win the Tour de France out here.”
I can feel Jacob’s chuckle vibrating next to me while I glance between Garrett and the biker, half-expecting things to escalate. The biker smirks at Garrett, a defiant glint in his eye that suggests he isn’t going to take Garret’s scolding so easily. “What's his deal, is he a mutant?” The kid looks at Jacob, probably commenting about his posture, one leg appearing shorter than the other, because of a curvature in Jacob’s spine.
“Now you’ve done it!” Garrett rushes forward and takes the kid by surprise, pushing him down to the ground with his bike falling on top of him.
“Owww! Fuck you!” The kid cries. Jacob and I rush over ready to pull Garrett off, but he just beams over the kid tangled up under the bike with a satisfied grin.
“You’re so gonna regret that.” The kid coughs and looks at Garrett’s shirt. “Troop 165, huh? You’re in trouble.”
Trying to be the cooler head, I push Garrett away and look down at the kid. “What are you going to do? Tell your Scoutmaster you were mocking a disabled kid and his troop stood up for him?”
“Assholes.” The kid shakes his head.
“That’s not such a bad idea,” Garrett snickers. “Let our Scoutmasters decide who is the real asshole here.”
“What? Please, don’t tell anyone. I’ll keep quiet! This was nothing.” The kid says as he pushes off his bike frame.
“Jacob you better go, we can deal with this,” I tell him wondering where the rest of our troop is. Jacob slowly limps up the path by himself, leaving Garrett and me with the kid from another troop.
“You’re not getting out of this that easy. Picking on a disabled person is pretty low, a fellow scout at that.” Garretts says firmly and crosses his arms.
The kid stands up and grabs his bike. "I’m sorry man! I can catch up to him and apologize directly to him too. What else do you want me to do?"
“We can’t do it out here, but maybe if you come to our cabin just before 11 PM tonight we can figure something for you to do if you’re truly sorry,” Garrett glances at me with the most mischievous grin. As an Assistant Patrol Leader, I’m the one who should be taking the lead to diffuse the situation, but my curious side wonders what Garrett intends to do with our new mouthy friend after dark.
“What? That’s weird, you want me to risk sneaking out at night? If I’m caught that’s as bad as what happens if they find out what I said.” The kid shakes his head.
As the kid brushes off his soccer jersey, I finally get a good look at it. It's not a professional club jersey, but one from a local youth soccer league with 'Arlington’' printed on the chest and ‘VA’ on the crest. There’s an Arlington, WA in our council but I don’t recall another troop from our council here. Then it clicks - this must be the same troop from Virginia that Ben gave me a CSP for. "Wait, you're from Virginia? From Jamie's troop?" I blurt out. "Would he be interested in hearing how cruel you were to Jacob? Our SPL is pretty good friends with your SPL."
“No, don’t tell Jamie!” He pleads.
“Then you better find our cabin after 11 PM. We’re at campsite Lookout by the beach, the closest cabin to the trail to the campcraft place. What’s your name anyway?” Garrett asks.
“Holland,” He replies in a voice much less bold than earlier.
“Holland?” Garrett laughs. “Isn’t that a country, not a guy’s name? Now that we’re all ok with not telling anyone else about what happened here you might as well know my name is Garrett and this is Walker, we’re from Seattle. So we’ll see you back at our cabin tonight?”
Holland’s eyes dart between us, the conflict of curiosity and caution playing across his attractive features. “Fine, I guess I’ll see you there, but we’ll all be in trouble if I get caught,” he mutters, our reluctant agreement hanging thick in the air. He picks up his bike with a grunt, the tension between him and Garrett finally dissipating.
As Holland pedals away, I glance at Garrett, half-excited and half-anxious about his unfiltered boldness. "What are we even going to do with him?" I ask, scratching the back of my neck.
“We’ll see,” Garrett shrugs. “Can’t believe he agreed to that!”
Back at our site, Garrett and I do a bit of housekeeping in our cabin. It’s only been two nights at camp, but Garrett’s side is already quite a mess. Half of that is my fault, as I’ve spent almost as much time in his bunk as him, and I pull his dirty black basketball shorts from the floor under his bunk. You can see our dried-in cum stains blotted against the shiny fabric, and the sweet smell of my spunk emanating from them is distinctive.
“You still gonna wear these?” I laugh at him and throw them on top of his pack.
“No,” He shudders. “Maybe I can wash them out in the sink with my swimsuit, they’d probably dry out quickly.”
“Smart idea, how come you always sleep in shorts?” I ask curiously.
“They’re comfy.” He shrugs. “Didn’t you like it when you slept in yours last night?”
“I guess so, but after we did all that stuff I was too tired to change out of them, or even get back to my bed.” I slightly chuckle.
“You look nice in them,” Garrett smiles. “I like red, maybe we can trade shorts for tonight? You can wear my gray Nike ones while these black ones dry out.”
A rush of heat floods my body at the suggestion, and I’m almost unable to contain my hormonal urges. Memories of lending Garrett my rain jacket flash through my mind, but this moment is on a whole other level as he just said he is attracted to me too. I know he sleeps without underwear under his basketball shorts, just like I did last night, and the thought of us swapping clothing has me swelling with arousal. "Okay, let's do it," I say eagerly, trying to conceal the excitement in my voice.
Garrett slips his gray Nike shorts out of his pack and tosses them into my pack, then takes the red shorts from my pack to put into his. I want to put Garrett’s shorts on now, but after what transpired this morning with Griffin, I know it would be best to wait until lights out in the privacy of the minidak, should someone else notice they’re Garrett’s shorts.
After the exchange, Evan ducks into the cabin to call me to help prepare the troop’s dinner. He just got back from a quick run to the Fred Meyer in town with Mr. Park and Mr. Smedstad (Ben’s dad) to get us ingredients for walking tacos and dinner. I leave Garrett to finish cleaning and walk with Evan back to the parking lot again.
As Evan and I walk past the lodge, I spot Jamie and some of the Virginia troop by the main lodge, Holland is among them, still wearing his distinctive white and red jersey.
“Hey, Asian brutha!” Evan exclaims and gives Jamie a fist bump. “What are you doing out here?”
“About to head to the SPL meeting, where’s Ben? Haven’t seen you guys all day.” Jamie replies.
“He should be along soon,” Evan shrugs. “We’re just going to grab stuff we bought for dinner.”
I glance over to Holland, still admiring his tall lanky frame and attractive face. He catches my eye and smirks, a playful hint of recognition passing through his expression, and I give him a curious smile back.
“Need any help? I have plenty of scouts to work if you can help feed them!” Jamie grins.
“No we’re good, we got a wagon!” Evan chuckles. “But you’re welcome to stop by our site anytime.”
“Sure the one by Campcraft? Here comes Ben too, we better get to the meeting. Holland take your patrol back and make sure Tyler has dinner started.” Jamie gives Ben another fist bump as he approaches while Holland nods his head and walks away with his patrol. From that interaction with Jamie, I’m guessing Holland is a PL, and my mind races with thoughts of what Garrett and I might do with him after lights out. Touching Garrett and giving him a hand job for the first time was special, but the prospect of exploring beyond that with another scout we just met has my mind in overdrive.
Evan isn’t one for much conversation on the way to the van. He’s cordial with me, but we mostly interact through Ben. On our way back with flats of snack-size Fritos, salad kits, cheese, and ground beef in the wagon, I attempt to plan the rendezvous in our minidak tonight by asking Evan about lights out. “Are you doing the last bed check tonight Evan?”
As he turns his body toward me and pulls the wagon, I glimpse Evan’s growing arm muscles under his scout shirt. Most Asian guys in the troop are skinny, even Thomas, and I’m taken aback, almost comparing Evan to Jamie. Evan talks about rowing constantly, but I didn’t realize he was this serious about it. “Why are you asking, do you want to do it?” His ears perk up.
“No, not really.” I shrug holding the plastic bag with the sour cream. “It was just odd since you did it the first night, then Gizmo last night.”
“You guys were still awake? To be honest we don’t decide that until the last minute. Paul just wants to ensure everyone is accounted for by 11 PM, which is pretty late if you ask me. So Ben just asked Gizmo since he was the last scout to turn in.”
"Yeah, I get that," I reply, trying to keep my mind from drifting to thoughts of Holland, Garrett, and the night ahead. “I just figured there might be a rotation or something."
Evan shrugs again, his brow furrowing as he thinks. "As much as Ben likes to over-organize, it’s not something we have on a list." He chuckles lightly, probably not realizing my intention for asking isn’t as innocent as it seems.
After a hearty meal of walking tacos, my troop gathers by our campfire pit for some time together. Evan also got marshmallows at Fred Meyer and I sit between Jacob and Garret to roast them over the campfire as Bryan, one of the Junior Assistant Scoutmasters attempts to scare us with ghost and paranormal stories from around the Pacific Northwest. As Bryan gets to one story he claims is from the Oregon Coast near Camp Meriwether, I feel a shiver run down my spine.
Bryan begins the tale by describing a Norwegian ship that went down just off the coast with everyone on board drowning save for the captain, who was found washed up ashore by natives. He died in their care shortly after, but not before going mad, blaming the death of his whole family and crew on himself, and it’s said his ghost comes looking for his son and daughter throughout the camp after dark.
The flames flicker ominously, casting ghostly shadows that dance on the tree trunks around us, and I find myself glancing over my shoulder more than once. “You really think any of that is true?” Griffin asks, his voice a half-whisper, as if speaking too loudly might summon the spirit of the mad captain Gunnar himself.
“Could be,” Ben replies, not taking his eyes off the fire. “There’s a lot of history around the camp if you just look. Where do you think those anchors they have up by the lodge came from?” The way he says it sends another chill through me, and I focus intently on my marshmallow, turning it slowly to achieve that perfect golden hue, then notice Garrett has lowered his stick so low his marshmallow is seared to a crisp.
After I nudge him on the shoulder he pulls it away, inspecting the blackened glob with a mock frown. “Well, that’s one way to make charcoal,” Garrett says, and I can’t help but laugh, my nerves easing slightly, but I see some of the younger scouts like Tobey and Minh are huddled together as if in sheer terror for the night ahead.
“Well, I think you’ve scared even the scoutmasters today, and you didn’t even get to the Saqsquatch story!” Paul slaps Bryan gently on the back and gives him a hesitant chuckle. Ben dismisses us for the night and Garrett and I decide to shower before bed.
It’s not until we are alone again in the minidak that I bring up our expected guest. Even Jamie inadvertently reminded Holland where our site is, so Holland should have no trouble finding us, but I still doubt whether he will show. “What happens if Holland doesn’t show up tonight? I ask Garrett as I take out his Nike shorts to put on after our shower.
“We can tell Ben what he said about Jacob in the morning.” Garrett shrugs. He feels the black shorts he washed in the sink but they are still damp, so he pulls my red shorts from his bag and quickly removes his pajama pants to slip them on.
“Or we could just make the most of it ourselves,” I suggest, my heart racing as I catch a glimpse of Garrett’s smooth back. My dim LED lantern casts soft shadows across his skin, and I can’t help but admire the way he moves. He pulls on my red shorts, and they hang low on his hips, a little loose but somehow even more appealing.
“What do you mean?” he asks, turning to face me with that mischievous smile of his that always makes my stomach flutter.
I take a step closer, feeling a rush of adrenaline. “I mean… it doesn’t have to be any less fun if it’s just us. I’ve been thinking about what happened the last night.” I can barely get the words out as they tumble from my mouth, but there’s a thrill in confessing it. The memory of our first touch plays through my mind like a movie reel, each moment tinged with excitement and uncertainty.
“He’s coming, I know it!” Garrett shakes his head. “If not I’ll go over to his troop and drag him here myself!”
I take in a deep breath as I remove my pajama bottoms and slip on Garrett’s silvery Nike shorts over my erect dick. Garrett notices me tenting in his shorts and reaches to grasp me through the silky fabric but I stop him from going too far. “We better wait until they make sure we’re asleep, it’s not even lights out right now.”
“That’s true,” Garrett replies letting me go, his voice low and conspiratorial. The tension in the air builds as I sit on my bunk and glance toward the minidak’s small door, half hoping to see a shadowy figure approaching, but I know it’s too early. The sounds of laughter and chatter from the firepit fade into the background, replaced by my baited slow breaths and Garrett unzipping his sleeping bag fully.
I slowly rub Garrett’s shorts over my throbbing dick under my sleeping bag looking at Garrett closing his eyes. The thoughts of his cock pressed up against the same shorts I have on now, leaking precum into them make me exceptionally horny, and throwing Holland into the mix makes me feel like I’ll make a mess into Garrett’s shorts, just like that first night in his bunk.
Rolling onto my side, I continue to stare at the door. It feels like an even longer wait than last night until I finally see Bryan push the curtain aside, and look at us both to whisper “Night boys.”
“Still awake?” I say softly after Bryan disappears.
“Yeah. Now we wait.” Garrett sighs.
We’re forced to wait again, and after what can’t be more than 10 minutes I hear a faint knock on the side of the minidak. “Is this Walker or Garrett?” a familiar voice whispers.
“Yes!” Garrett and I cry back.
Garrett gets out his Maglite and shines it on the floor as Holland crawls in under the curtain still dressed in his outfit from this afternoon, the only exception is the bright red Disney Cars Lightning McQueen Crocs on his feet that seem to suggest he is a little less mature than us.
“What’s with the shoes?” Garrett laughs.
Holland giggles, taking off a headlamp and putting it on my bunk. I notice perspiration running down his face and he shuffles further inside the cramped cabin. “They’re good for sneaking around after dark in…I’ll say your troop is weird too, on the way here I saw one of your Star Scouts holding hands with this younger guy.”
“Wait, what did he look like?” I ask.
“I dunno, tall Mexican guy? I didn’t stick around to ask what they were doing. Anyway, what do you guys expect me to do now? Didn’t think I’d make it, but here I am.” Holland kicks off the Crocs and sits on my bunk almost on top of me. “You guys sure are lucky, we’re crammed in 6 to a cabin not much bigger than this for my patrol.”
“Not much privacy I’d imagine. How do you think you’ll last the week without getting off?” Garrett chuckles.
Holland raises an eyebrow, a smirk creeping onto his face. “Well, there are ways,” he replies teasingly, leaning back against the wall with an amused glint in his eyes. “The showers are a bit disgusting though and yeah it’s a bit frustrating.”
Garrett attempts to clear his throat before he comes up with his proposal. “Well, Walker and I appreciate the privacy of our small cabin, and we’re willing to keep quiet about this afternoon if you help us …”
Holland's eyes glimmer with mischief, the tension in the air thickening as he leans in closer. “Help you? How?” His voice is low, but I can sense the eagerness beneath his teasing facade.
Garrett glances at me as if prompting me to take the lead. I swallow hard, my heart racing at the implications of what we’re about to suggest. “Well,” I start slowly, “if you’re feeling… a bit pent up, we could offer you a place for some relief. In exchange for helping us....”
A flicker of surprise crosses Holland's face before he bursts into laughter, shaking his head in disbelief. “You guys are serious? You’re fooling around and you want me to join in? God knows what those other two in your troop were doing!”
“It’s not just about that,” Garrett interjects smoothly. “I was hoping to try something even Walker and I haven’t done yet. Besides, you've already entered our little world by sneaking over here. What else do you think we are going to ask you to do in the middle of the night? Our merit badge work?”
Holland's laughter fades into a contemplative smirk, and his eyes dart between Garrett and me, weighing the possibilities. “Okay, so you want me to be part of your little adventures? This would be an even worse secret than what you would have told Jamie if we were caught!”
“Holland, we’re not going to tell anyone about this either, so long as you don’t.” Garrett tries to assure him and I grasp Holland’s hand with mine.
“Okay, whatever. I’m putting all my trust in you guys, and you’re not going to tell anyone.” Holland sighs and begins to remove his cargo shorts, revealing a plain white pair of Hanes briefs under them with a slight bulge. I crawl on my bunk closer to him and start to feel his slender body through the soft soccer jersey, my hand getting lower and lower to the waistband of Holland’s briefs.
I watch as Garrett removes his troop t-shirt seemingly getting ready to join us, but he just opens his sleeping bag and lowers the waistband of the red basketball shorts below his balls. Holland’s eyes grow wide at the sight, just across the cabin of Garrett stroking his hardening curved cock, watching us.
“Don’t be shy Holland, is this what you wanted to see?” Garrett beckons to him on the other bunk.
Holland's breath hitches, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade as he stares at Garrett, then back at me. The silence in the cabin thickens with unspoken tension, each heartbeat echoing louder than the last.
“Wow,” Holland murmurs, a mixture of disbelief and intrigue lighting up his expression. “You guys aren’t afraid to show at all.” His hand hesitates on the waistband of his briefs as if caught between curiosity and apprehension.
Garrett's gaze is fixed on Holland, an inviting smile curling his lips. “We wouldn’t have suggested it if we weren’t serious. We’re all friends here, right? No judgment.” He shifts slightly, making sure to give Holland a clear view of how he strokes himself with deliberate ease.
“What else did you want to try Garrett?” I enquire from across the cabin as my hand explores Holland’s body playfully.
“I was hoping Holland might be brave enough to put one of us in his mouth.” Garrett grins.
Holland's eyes widen in both shock and fascination, shooting a suspicious glance between us. “Are you guys nuts? I’m not gay! They’d send us home if anyone else finds out!”
“No one’s going to find out if we’re quiet,” Garrett replies reassuringly. “We trust you now Holland,” Garrett pauses, his voice becoming softer, more persuasive. “I know you want this as much as I do, why else would you come here? Just one taste, then we can all pretend it never happened if that’s what you want.”
Holland bites his lower lip, visibly torn between his desire and the possible consequences of us all getting caught. For a while, I dreamed of being the first one ever to suck Garrett off and hoped he would reciprocate, but I wouldn’t mind Holland putting me in his mouth as well. With a grunt, Holland gets up out of my bunk.
“This is crazy,” Holland whispers, his voice trembling with apprehension as he walks over to Garrett’s bunk and gets in it with him.
“I know,” Garrett responds, running his fingers through Holland’s hair before guiding him closer to his crotch. “Just relax, take it slow.”
Holland takes a deep breath, mustering up all his courage before he slowly sticks his tongue out to run along Garrett’s tip. Garrett’s whole body shudders in response, his breath hitching as he pushes his hips forward slightly, encouraging Holland to explore. The cabin feels like it’s pulsing with warmth and secrecy, the world outside fading into a distant hum.
“Yeah, just like that,” Garrett urges, his voice a low murmur, barely able to contain the thrill of the moment. I watch intently, my heart racing as Holland hesitates again, his eyes flicking up to meet Garrett's gaze. There's a spark of something behind that uncertainty—curiosity, desire, maybe even a hint of rebellion.
As Holland’s confidence builds, he takes Garrett’s length deeper into his mouth, the soft whimpers escaping from both their mouths send a jolt through me and I watch their passions build while stroking myself through Garrett’s Nike shorts. Garrett finally lets himself go and Holland takes over holding his dick, stroking Garrett gently as he takes in all of Garrett’s dick into his mouth.
The pair slowly builds up a rhythm, Holland’s head bopping up and down over Garrett’s erection as Garrett has his hand around Holland’s head, gripping his hair. I’m mesmerized by the display, unsure if my choice would be to take the place of Garrett or Holland.
Just as I think Holland has perfected his art, I watch Garrett’s head tilt back on his pillow. His hips thrust up, causing Holland to rise with them. “Ohhh fuckkk!” Garrett groans. Holland pulls back as Garrett's cum sprays across Holland’s chest, splattering all across the blue lettering of the jersey. The smell of semen fills the air of our minidak, mixing with the earthy scent of the forest and beach around us.
I’m so horny right now and want to cum right into Garrett’s shorts but resist the urge as Holland wipes the saliva from his chin. Letting go of my dick, I get out of my sleeping bag and plant my feet on the wood floor, sitting on my bunk with my visible erection outlined by Garrett’s shimmering shorts.
“I guess I gotta suck you off too before I can get off?” Holland looks at me, then wipes his hand across his chest, smearing Garrett’s bleachy cum into the jersey.
“Yes please,” I nod. “That was amazing to watch.”
Holland pushes away his Crocs on the floor and then collects his shorts to kneel on. He starts to massage my dick through the silky shorts as Garrett watches his from bunk intently. I pull down the waistband of the shorts, and Holland helps me shuck them down to my ankles.
There’s another brief pause as Holland admires my dick, slightly longer than Garrett’s, swelling red from the friction of the shorts. I gasp as he wraps his warm fingers around it, sending me ever so close to the edge of cumming. Pulling Holland closer, he cautiously sticks out his tongue to probe the sides of my tip.
Breathing heavily, I wrap my hands around his head and he slowly takes me into his mouth, the warm, wet heat enveloping my cock. I can feel every ripple of Holland’s tongue as he begins to take me deeper, testing the limits of his courage and curiosity. His eyes flicker up at me, wide with a mix of excitement and uncertainty, searching for reassurance. I give him a nod, urging him on, and he responds by bobbing his head rhythmically, finding a steady pace that sends waves of pleasure coursing through me.
I can't help but moan softly, the sensation jolting through me. Holland's eagerness fills the air, mixing with the lingering scent of Garrett's release. I watch as he bobs his head, eyes fluttering shut in concentration, each movement igniting a fire deep within me.
Garrett shifts slightly in his bunk, propping himself up on one elbow to get a better view of the unfolding scene. “Damn, Holland,” he breathes, his admiration evident. “You’re a natural.”
Holland pulls back for a moment, cheeks flushed and breathless. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” he gaps.
I pull his body back, running my fingers on the three stripes on his shoulders. Holland eagerly takes me back into his mouth as I feel the pressure building within me, my balls tightening and ready to unleash a torrent of cum, just like Garrett.
As Holland deepthroats me, I can't help but moan louder, my hips involuntarily thrusting in time with his movements. The combination of the wet heat of his mouth, the tightness of his throat, and the sight of Garrett watching us from across the minidak sends me over the edge.
"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna—” I groan as I erupt into Holland’s mouth. I release him but he latches onto me, savoring every last drop of my spunk and swallowing it down with no complaint.
“Damn Holland,” I gasp as I slowly catch my breath and then lay back down on my sleeping bag. He gets up and quickly shucks his briefs off and my jaw drops. Holland is bigger than both of us and is uncut. I look over to Garrett and he’s just as surprised, as Holland starts stoking his already hard dick with just his soccer jersey on.
I move over for Holland to join me in my bunk and he lays down opposite me, his head resting against the entryway to our cabin. Clad in just the jersey, I admire Holland’s long skinny legs beneath me as I crawl over him to help finish for the night.
Garrett watches in bewilderment as I wrap my hands around Holland’s cock and peel back his foreskin. Holland shudders as I explore, my curiosity peaking, seeing a dick unlike my own. Slowly but surely, he grows even harder in my hand, and my hand works its way up and down his pulsating cock begging for release.
“When was the last time you jerked off?” I ask as I start to speed up my motions, seeing a drop of pre-cum form at Holland’s’ tip.
“Hmm, we left Dulles for PDX on a Friday Night, slept in a hotel near Portland for two nights then bussed out here, so it’s been a long 5 days,” Holland replies as his breathing becomes deeper and I can feel his body start to tense up.
I’ve held myself back for a week at the most, and I know those orgasms after so many days without relief are intense. I want nothing more than to see Holland explode all over his jersey that Garrett has already christened with his seed.
Holland moans with desperation as I furiously wank his uncut dick. The way his foreskin glides along his cock in my hand is captivating and I think to myself what it would be like if I still had mine.
“I’m close, I’m so close,” Holland groans, arching his back, and I prepare myself for the inevitable. “Fuck, I’m cumming!” Holland cries, and I feel his cock twitch in my hands, a warm load of cum sprays onto Holland’s abs and chest, some even landing on the bottom of his jersey. I lick the salty and sticky liquid off my fingers and find it tastes different from Garrett’s, but just as good.
Holland collapses back onto my sleeping bag, panting and spent. “That was...” Holland starts to say, but no other words come out. Garrett smiles at us and closes his eyes, seemingly proud he finished first to watch that erotic scene unfold before him.
As I lay back on my pillow I glance at my watch and it’s almost midnight. While I could enjoy Holland in my bunk for the rest of the night I know the danger of getting caught in the morning is real and he needs to leave. “Holland,” I interrupt him when I think he’s caught his breath. “You better get back to your cabin before someone notices you’re gone, it’s almost been an hour, do you want to borrow a t-shirt?”
“No,” he nods and scoops his underwear from the floor. “But I should change it when I get back there. Uhmm, I dunno how to ask this, but can I come over tomorrow night too?”
“Of course!” I reply then look at Garrett who nods his head vigorously.