He added that it was also likely that we would end up creaming in our sleeping bags, which is gross and uncomfortable. He suggested that the better strategy would be to go behind our tent and take care of the condition we found ourselves in.
Part III
At first we didn’t take our new friend’s advice and we all just tried to go to bed. After maybe 15 to 20 minutes, I whispered to my friend to ask if he was still awake. He was. That resulted in another very unique and awkward conversation in which we discovered that we both remained hard, that we had both gotten hard previously, but it had always gone away on its own, that we were both starting to feel a pain and tightness in our innards, which we concluded was the soreness mentioned by the older boy. We weren’t real sure what the boy meant when he said to go behind the tent and take care of our condition but had some vague knowledge of jerking off and figured that was what he was talking about, though we didn’t know exactly how to do it. Also, we thought that if we did follow his advice, it would be very embarrassing to each of us for the other to know that we had done it; however, it might be somewhat less embarrassing if we both did it, though certainly not together.
That final thought lead to several rounds of “If I do it, then you have to do it.” Eventually, I was the first to go behind the tent. I walked a few steps to the edge of the woods. The only light came from the moon. I nervously looked around, though I don’t know what I was looking for. I pulled my underwear down and looked at my completely stiff dick. Was I really going to do this? For a few seconds I wished that I had asked the older guy for more instruction but quickly decided that would have just made me look like a dork. I rubbed the top with my index finger. Then I rubbed the bottom, that kind of made me feel all excited. I rubbed the tip, even more excited. I then formed my thumb and index finger into a shape of the letter C and rubbed. I didn’t know what was happening, but my heart was racing and I felt a little flush. Soon, I could feel like a rush inside my dick, then it happened. Some thick stuff came shooting out. I understood why the boy referred to it as cream. Wow, this felt good. When it stopped shooting, I wiped my finger on the tip to get a few drops so I could examine this new and interesting substance.
When I got back in the tent, my friend noted that it didn’t take very long. He asked if it felt good. “Yes, it felt great.” He then asked “so what exactly do you do?” I told him that it was simple and he would figure it out. He then went behind the tent and came back within a very short time as well. We giggled a lot in embarrassment that night and made a vow that we would never discuss this incident again. We were terrified that the others would ask us what we did about our condition, but they never brought it up.
For the final night, our task would be different, rather than it occurring just before lights out, it would happen during two hour period in which the canteen was open and many scouts from different troops would be walking past our campsite. While wearing only our underwear, we were brought out to the entrance of our campsite. It had an entry-way consisting of two vertical posts, with a horizontal post on top, holding the name of our site. We were covered head to toe in shaving cream and were each secured to one of the posts of the entry-way with many layers of Saran Wrap. They put a bucket on the ground between us and said that we needed to collect 200 pennies. They would come to check at the end of canteen. If we had met our goal, we would be released. If not, we would be like that all night.
We didn’t think they would really leave us like that all night, but since we weren’t sure, we put a great amount of effort into collecting pennies. As scouts would walk past us, we would ask (plead) for a donation. We got laughed at a lot, and it was real embarrassing but kind of fun in a strange way. People were pretty generous though. When our friends came back to us after canteen, they asked how we did. We thought we did well and were probably in good shape. Unfortunately, the count totaled only 183 pennies. They wished us a good night, told us they hoped we didn’t get eaten by bears, and walked away. Dam, they were going to leave us there all night. A few minutes later, they came back. The patrol leaded said that the success of the patrol over the week had been a team effort and that wasn’t going to stop now. Each of the members dropped a few pennies into the bucket until it got to 200. They cut the Saran wrap to set us free and doused us with buckets of (cold) water, to rinse off the shaving cream. Before going to bed, they told us that we had been awesome and had great attitudes all week. Now that we had completed out initiation, they considered us to be full and equal members.
It felt really good to go from that first day, when we knew no one and wondered what we had gotten ourselves into, to being accepted as members of the group. It was a great week. We learned a lot of new stuff, some of which was even Boy Scout related. We remained in boy scouts for a few years and enjoyed future summer camps. A few days after we returned home, my friend’s Dad noted how much we had matured while at camp and how independent we had become. He noted that the coming of age experiences we had shared would form a bond between us that would strengthen our friendship from then on. As he said that, we made eye contact with each other and started to laugh at what some of those coming of age experiences were. He asked what was funny but accepted our response that he really did not want to know. He was fine with letting us keep our secret.
End
By Mick
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