Curt, The Perfect Scout

I was in scouts with a very gung-ho boy. He made Eagle when we were in about ninth grade. I kind of idolized him but did not hang out with him because he was so much nicer and more serious than anybody else. He always came to meetings with all his badges on his sash and his uniform just right. He would volunteer to do anything. It seemed he was the perfect Scout, he beamed a broad smile with perfect teeth. Even his walk was disciplined and measured. He often remarked how many steps it was to the latrine from his tent, or how far to the Lunch tables. He seemed so regimented and fussy about almost everything. Kind of like a smaller adult.

On a particular fishing trip I drew "Curt" as a tent-mate. Because of that camp-out, I learned that indeed he was human. Even more than that, he was just as normal of a teen as any kid. Curt never knew, but I watched him jack off every night for three nights. Yes him, the highest achiever I ever knew of, the guy who was so "mature" and "nice".

You see, as soon as we killed the lantern he would be laying on his back on his cot. A few minutes would go by. Then he cautiously lifted up the front of the sleeping bag. Soon..... he was pumping himself.  I got instantly hard while secretly watching him. The temptation to wrestle into my undies for a wank was imminent, but I had the idea if I could tell what he was doing, he would also know what I might be doing. My own image could not be soiled or diminished, I did not want this Eagle scout to know that I wanked. So with punishing constraint, I just about died lying there every night, stiff as a board but not ever touching myself. Meanwhile this perfect specimen of a scout was freely wanking his boyhood, ignorant to the taunting he subjected my aching boner to.

From what I could tell he jerked himself very slow, maybe just thinking he was hiding it. After he got started, his slow strokes just kept going. He pumped himself inside his sleeping bag which would bump up and down a little bit while he was holding it up. My guess was that he had something to catch his cum. When he was through, he rolled over and comfortably went to sleep.

I still respected Curt and never teased him about jacking off. It was a private secret of mine, almost unbelievable, that the boy who was sometimes pointed out by Scout leaders as a good example for us all, was just as human as the rest of us and regularly took care of his boner after lights-out.

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