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Chapter 1: The Cat’s Meow

My name is Ben, or as most of my friends call me Benji, and 2 weeks ago I started Freshman year at Meadowdale High School just north of Seattle, with my best friend, Evan. Evan is the closest friend I’ve known growing up; we’ve been through every grade together, our families go to the same church, and we’re in the same scout troop. We’re both 14 this September, but I’m turning 15 in November, so I’ll be slightly older than him for most of the school year. I know he is put off by this as there’s always been a healthy competition between us regarding school and scouts and I get slightly better grades than him, so being almost one year younger doesn’t help Evan. My goal in scouts is to make it to the rank of Eagle Scout, just like my older brother, and I need to do this before I turn 18, so aside from school it has been the focus of my teenage life. Evan has earning Eagle in mind too, but he will have a couple of more months than me to achieve it.

Evan and I don’t run with any popular crowd at school and we’re both fine with it. I’m about 5’ 5”, with middle-parted brown hair, have a long-shaped face, blue eyes, rosy red cheeks, and weigh 110 lbs. I’m not athletic, but Boy Scouts has kept me in shape and I want to play on the Junior Varsity Tennis team come spring.

While I consider myself smarter, I have to admit I’ve always been secretly jealous of Evan. His family lives in a much larger house and drives nicer cars than mine. He and his younger brother dress in new Under Armour and Nike sportswear at school and he always has some form of new outdoor gear every time we go camping with scouts. Evan’s ethnic background is Mainland Chinese. He is slightly taller than me at 5’ 6” but pudgier weighing about 120 lbs with short black hair, brown eyes, a round babyish face, and perfect olive-colored skin. I think that tiny bit of baby fat will burn off as he just joined a local rowing club over the summer and he will likely be in better shape than me soon.

I’ve always been more curious about boys than girls and Evan is the one who piqued that interest. Between campouts and sleepovers we have fooled around with each other a fair bit, but neither of us would admit we’re gay. When I can I ‘borrow’ some of his Under Armour shorts to sleep in. I know he’s not a jock, but the thrill of wearing his clothes and sleeping next to him in his room excites me down there, and I have to touch my erection in the soft fabric knowing he wears the same shorts to gym class and around school at times. When I am at his house and he is in the bathroom, I will also go through his closet and dressers, seeing what new shorts, athletic shirts, and underwear his mom might have bought him.

After Evan joined rowing, the one thing added to the mix in his closet was his dark blue spandex rowing unisuit. I’ve been out to the boathouse with him, and if I thought he looked attractive in his loose Under Armour shorts, seeing him in his tight outfit was a whole new experience. Since we grew up together, I’ve always known he was circumcised and I wasn’t. His pubescent cock and its head make a nice outline in the shiny spandex fabric pressed tight against his body. On the other side, Evan has a tight round bum, and the suit leaves nothing to the imagination. Finally, the suit is just long enough that it shows off Evan’s large calves nicely. He always jokes he has huge calves because Asians have evolved to pick rice in the paddies. After seeing him in the suit I’ve been wanting to try it on myself, but he would instantly know it was missing, so I’ll have to make do with making off with his shorts and underwear for now.

Speaking of sleeping next to Evan, this weekend will be our first scout campout since summer camp in July. I think at 14 we both outgrew sleeping at each other’s houses after finishing middle school, so we haven’t fooled around together since summer camp.

Our families took a joint weekend trip to the Oregon Coast just before school started, but Evan and I were sharing a room with his younger brother, Liam, so we weren’t able to do anything together.

For now, I’m content with sitting next to Evan in science class as I count down the minutes off my Apple Watch before the 12:35 PM early Friday release bell rings on a sunny, September afternoon. We were learning about tectonic plates and the Cascadia Subduction zone. While no one in the class was alive when the 6.8 magnitude 2001 Nisqually Earthquake hit, it feels pretty close to home seeing pictures of the bricks all over Pioneer Square with Seattle’s iconic Smith Tower in the background on my Chromebook.

Evan is a bit distracted, he is looking at the REI website showing me the specs of the sleeping bag his dad just bought him for the campout. If he couldn’t one-up me in grades, Evan would always show off his new toys, electronics, and camping gear. This particular bag is a North Face one called the “Cat’s Meow” and it’s a lightweight blue mummy-style bag with a gray hood. Inside the hood, I can see on the screen what looks to be a soft, comfortable light blue nylon lining.

“How much was it again?” I asked Evan, ignoring the price of $179.99 on his screen and my eyes darted back to his body. This afternoon he is wearing a light blue Under Armour shirt with a green logo on the chest, matching blue UA shorts with a black logo, white Nike ankle socks, and gray New Balance runners. I am dressed a bit more casually, in a white Hollister long-sleeve shirt, tan cargo pants, and black adidas Superstar shoes. We both know we will have to change into our scout uniforms before we leave for Camp Fire Mountain around 5.

“My dad didn’t pay anything, we used our REI Dividend, but we also got one for Liam too,” Evan replied.

Lucky Liam I think to myself, Liam was still in Webelos, working on his Arrow of Light badge so he wouldn’t be joining us on the campout, but he still got to use all the outdoor gear Evan did. I felt my dick starting to get hard in my UA blue logo-patterned boxer briefs as I look up at Evan’s screen again, thinking about what might go on in that new sleeping bag tonight. When we were ready to fall asleep after fooling around on camps, he would usually let me sleep in his bag and he would sleep in mine, so I wondered if Evan had picked out this one with me in mind.

Closing my legs together in my chair to hide the bulge in my pants the best I can, I get ready to shut down my Chromebook. Evan also minimizes his tabs, as our teacher walks by him back to the front desk. The bell sounds over the PA, we pack up our stuff and walk to our lockers as I try to cover my erection in my loose cargo pants.

The noise and excitement of everyone trying to get out of the building as fast as possible on our first Friday early release of the school year drowned out any meaningful conversation I tried to have with Evan inside the school before we made our way home. He finally closes his locker after we get what we need, and follows me outside the doors toward my bike.

“I’ll be at your place before 5?” Evan asks me as he watches me put on my helmet.

“Yeah, my dad said we’re leaving for the hall at 5.” I look back at Evan and unlock my bike. “I’ll see you then,” I hold out my fist toward him and he gives me a bump back before turning around and walking toward our old middle school next door to pick up his brother. We’re meeting at my house because my dad is an assistant scoutmaster and will drive us and a couple more scouts up to Mt. Vernon and the camp from the scout hall.

As I get onto the sidewalk I see a friend of mine from Social Studies, Avery, wave at me. Avery is one of the few transgender students in my school. I’ve only just met her last week, but I feel we’re getting to be close friends. She doesn’t know I’m not straight though.

“Benji, wanna come to Starbucks with me for lunch?” Avery asks me after I change direction and slowly ride my bike on the sidewalk with her to talk.

“Nah, I gotta get ready for our first Boy Scout campout this weekend, my dad gave me a list of things to get out of the garage, so I better start that before he gets home from work,” I say trying to sound disappointed.

As much as I wear a banner of pride for being from the Pacific Northwest by getting iced mocha lattes down the street at Starbucks in my Columbia windbreaker after school, I am much more excited for the weekend and finally getting the opportunity to be alone with Evan in his new buttery soft nylon-lined sleeping bag after so many weeks.

“Ewww, boy stuff!” Avery grins and pulls tight the straps of her purple backpack. “I guess I’ll see you on Monday then, don’t forget, map quiz!”

“Yep, those are easy peasy, I got 10/10 on the last one. See you then!” I nod my head and use a driveway to turn around back toward home. Anything to do with nature and the sciences seems easy to me and I would say Geography is one of my favorite subjects because I love learning about the world and going places. Evan slightly does better than me in math, or maybe I let him because he too would say that’s in his genes since he’s Asian.

When I get home I park my bike in the garage and get out a Hungry Man XL chicken bowl for lunch from the freezer. After putting away my school stuff and popping my lunch in the oven, I come back to the mess that is my double garage. Only my mom can park her Subaru in here as the rest of the space is taken up by everything you’d expect an outdoor-loving family from Washington State to have: snowboards, skis, kayaks, surfboards, mountain bikes, tents, sleeping bags, and other camping gear. If there was one value my dad was able to successfully instill in both my older brother Nick and me, it was the love for the outdoors and scouting.

I start preparing for the weekend by getting out my favorite thing in here, my space blue Kelty Mistral 20-degree sleeping bag. It’s not as fancy and expensive as Evan’s new bag, but it’s kept me warm in my 6 years of scouting. Evan has slept inside it in just his underwear multiple times too, and it hasn’t been washed since summer camp, so that makes it even more special.

Maybe I should have at least aired it out, I think to myself. So I take it out of the loose stuff sack to turn it inside out. The neat flat cone of the blue footbox is calling to me and I feel a bulge in my UA boxer briefs grow again. I can’t help but walk back over and inhale the stale stench of Evan’s and my own sweaty bare feet from our long days at scout camp in the July heat. I’m so boned up now and tempted to pull out my dick to jerk off and cum all over the nylon bag that I expect Evan to sleep in tonight, but I want to save it for him and his new North Face bag.

After getting out the rest of our equipment and eating my lunch, my dad opens the garage to my pile of stuff ready to load into his Tundra pickup. He looks pleased to see everything prepared and opens the tonneau cover for the truck bed. “Ben, I almost forgot you were off school early today. I’m glad to see it’s all ready!” My dad says proudly and pats me on the shoulder.

We start loading the Tundra with our gear and push it all to the front to make room for Evan’s stuff and other equipment we might have to load at the scout hall. It’s not even 3:30 when we are closing the garage, so I have some time to unwind and pack for the weekend in my room.

Up in my room, I get out my uniform from my closet with my freshly sewn-on Patrol Leader badge. I’m pretty far along in my requirements for Star Scout and after talking to my older brother Nick on the weekend, he says I am a couple of months ahead of him in Scouts when he was just about to turn 15, so I think I am well on the trail to Eagle.

Nick is almost 11 years older than me, already moved out and finished college at CU Denver to live in Issaquah, WA. It’s not that far, but I only see him on the weekends. We are pretty close, and if there was one person in my family I would feel comfortable coming out to, it would be him, as he’s always been more open-minded than my dad or mom. Nick was more athletic than me growing up and played soccer, so after he left for college, I took a couple of his old pairs of soccer and basketball shorts from his room as my own.

I’m packing Nick’s old royal blue pair of adidas dazzle shorts for me to sleep in with Evan over the weekend. They’re long with 3 vertical stripes down each side and the adidas logo below them. I like how the silky polyester fabric feels when I freeball in them, but it feels even better when I’m already hard next to Evan and he grasps my dick as I lay back in his sleeping bag.

I’m getting that boner again as I pack two more pairs of UA boxer briefs into my bag. I usually don’t wear UA, adidas, or Nike shorts except for gym, tennis, and to sleep in because I am semi-conscious about my body, but I love wearing microfiber underwear under my regular clothes. Into my pack also goes a red long-sleeve Troop 165 moisture-wicking shirt, my switchback scout pants, a black American Eagle t-shirt, and two pairs of plain Kirkland Merino wool trail socks from Costco.

Taking off my Hollister shirt I replace it with my uniform scout shirt. The polyester cargo pants I wore to school though should be fine at camp so I leave them on as I charge my phone and relax a bit with my iPad on Instagram. I think Instagram’s algorithm might have already outed me when I hit puberty, as I started getting posts with guys in wrestling singlets and other tight sportswear on my feed instead of the nature and tennis posts I would usually open the app for.

“Ben!” I hear my dad shout from my door. “Evan’s already here!”

I jolt out of bed and look out my window to see Evan’s dad’s white Lexus LX parked in front of our driveway. It’s only 4:35 and I quickly collect my DSLR camera, phone, the bag I packed with my clothes, and a toothbrush before running downstairs. When I get downstairs and open the garage, the Lexus has already driven off and I smile at Evan who is proudly wearing his green Osprey backpack with a Thermarest and his new North Face sleeping bag attached to the bottom.

“My dad thought you would need my help loading the truck, but it looks like that’s done.” Evan grins and takes off his pack to slide into the Tundra with my bag. He’s wearing his uniform now too, and probably the only difference between our shirts is I’m a Patrol Leader and he’s the Den Chief, which worked out well for his brother since Liam is still a Webelo.

I get into the truck bed to put my clothes into my pack and tug at the bottom of his pack with his new sleeping bag. “Will I get to sleep in it tonight?” I ask, almost begging him.

Evan rolls his eyes and nods his head. “Yes, but you owe me, it’s brand new and I haven’t even slept in it yet!”

Satisfied with his response I sit back on the tailgate to wait for my dad, and Evan joins me up in the back of the truck bed.

“I have so much homework to do when we get back!” I complain to him. ”That 3-page book report for English, and 4 units for Spanish!”

Evan nods his head in agreement. “Yeah, I have all that too. I didn’t think we’d have to work this hard at the start of Freshman and you don’t even take AP Math.” He’s changed into switchback scout pants already, but I hope he brought some UA shorts to sleep in with me.

After we moan about school Evan gets bored and tugs at the camera bag I have around my shoulder. I open it to take out my Canon EOS Rebel T7i. After turning it on, I show him a couple of pictures I still have on the memory card from our trip to Oregon.

“Can I take your picture?” He asks as I get to the end of the pictures from the trip.

“Yeah sure,” I reply without hesitation and take off the camera to hand it to him. Evan has his own DSLR too, but he’s a Nikon guy. He hops down off the tailgate and I strike up my best post for him.

When he’s got a couple of shots he looks back at them and exclaims. “Handsome, Ben!”

I blush slightly, but before Evan can show me the pictures, my dad comes out the door to the garage dressed in his BSA leader uniform. Evan hands me back my camera, and we close the truck tailgate before hopping into the back of the cab. My dad checks with us one last time that we have everything before he closes the garage. Both of us nod our heads and we’re off on the short drive to the scout hall.

By 5:30 all of our troop had gathered at the hall and were taking the obligatory troop picture in front of the gear trailer in the parking lot. This is the first time Evan and I are tall enough and in important positions to be standing in the back row. It was previously my job to take the picture as the Troop Historian, but this position has been taken over by one of the Second Class Scouts in my patrol, Walker. Walker uses his phone to take the picture and then he is handed the Scoutmaster’s phone to take another. Walker runs back into the picture and my dad takes a final picture with Walker in the frame.

Now ready to depart, about half of Badger Patrol gets into the Tundra with my dad. There’s me and Evan of course, Walker a freckled blonde, blue-eyed kid a year younger than us, and Collin, another blonde skinny kid the same age as Walker who was on the track team when I was in Middle School. For the hour-long drive up Interstate 5, I am sat in the back with Evan again with Walker in between us, and I finally get a chance to look at my camera for the picture Evan took of me back at home. In the picture, I have a determined look on my face sitting in my uniform with my legs dangling off the truck's tailgate filled with camping gear. Evan is great at portrait shots and this is no exception. My strengths on the other hand were always architectural, landscape, and nature photography.

Walker glances down at my camera screen. “Nice picture, did your dad take it?” He asks.

“Nope, Evan did.” I proudly beam at Evan next to Walker as we finally clear the Everett stretch of rush-hour I-5 northbound traffic.

Just before 7:00 PM, we’re already setting up our campsite close to the shower house at the rear of the camp. My dad is getting ready to cook the entire troop Walking Tacos for dinner using our full camping kitchen while Evan and I set up our small 3-person tent. It’s something we’ve done so many times already this year and I want to do this quickly so I can finally see Evan’s new sleeping bag in person.

With our tent set up, Evan and I pull our packs into the privacy of the dome. I watch with glee as he undoes his sleeping pad and opens the valve to fill it up to place his new bag on top. As he opens up the compression bag sack and pulls out the new bag, I take it by the bottom to place it on the pad for him. The soft, cold blue nylon rustles against my fingers, and it’s enticing me to get inside it right now. I want to touch the inside lining so I crawl on top of the bag to feel inside it without asking Evan.

Evan pulls back my hand as I reach the hood. “Ben, what the heck are you doing? At least let my Thermarest fill up, you haven’t even taken off your boots! Don’t you have your own crap to worry about?”

I crawl off his sleeping bag embarrassed, just in time for my Assistant Patrol Leader, Oliver, to stick his head inside our tent and call me to help the leaders set everything up for dinner.

Before I leave Evan to finish setting up, I steal a glance back at Evan's sleeping bag, still itching to touch it again. The midnight blue color and sleek design are incredibly appealing to my adventure-loving soul and I want to be encased in it.

Oliver tells me I need to wash my hands and then I start to open bags of Fritos chips for him and Walker to dump cooked taco meat, lettuce, and shredded cheese into them. When we’ve finished preparing 3 whole boxes of the Fritos, I walk back to my tent to find Evan has set out my Thermarest pad and Kelty bag on top for me. Evan is lying back on his new bag in his socks on his phone, trying to get a data signal. I touch his sweaty white Nike crew socks to get his attention and call him for dinner. Considering he did me a favor and laid out my stuff for me, I conclude he isn’t mad at me and we can resume our normal activities once lights out begins.

After dinner is the usual scout campfire stuff, which I feel almost too old for at 14. Stories I’ve already heard maybe half a dozen times, but I pretend to act scared or laugh when I should. Just before bed, my patrol plays a bit of Uno. Evan and Collin seem to be pretty competitive tonight and I try to remind them that everyone should be inside their tents and sleeping bags at 10:30. At 10:15 I tell them to put the cards away and get ready for bed.

As we walk back from the shower house with our toothbrushes and towels in the cool September night air, I pull Evan away to go around the long way back to our site.

“What, Ben? You’re the one who said we have to be in bed by 10:30!” Evan seems annoyed again, but I want to ask him one thing before bed.

“Well remember I asked to try it outside at summer camp? Do you think we can get away with it here?” I get close to him to touch my hand to the metallic buckle of his scout pants.

As I hold my flashlight up to his face, Evan narrows his eyes. “Not again,” He sighs, pushes away my hand, and I feel my uncircumcised dick shrink back into my foreskin. “I don’t want to get caught doing it outside, I thought you’d want to do it in my new sleeping bag anyway.”

“I know, but I’m the one responsible for counting heads now,” I remind Evan. “Who is gonna tell Paul and Bryan that a PL and the Den Chief with no Cub Scouts are not in bed?” I can still hear boys in my troop laughing back in the shower house, and I want to take Evan deeper into the woods.

“Still your dad’s here, it’s a really bad idea” Evan pushes my flashlight away and continues down the path by himself.

I follow behind him, disappointed he doesn’t want to partake in a fantasy I’ve had all summer. Both of us are outside in the woods and me getting down on my knees and taking his cock in my mouth while we are both in uniform. Getting in his new sleeping bag with him and fooling around was one thing and we could get caught doing it too, but doing it outside our tent was a whole other level where my excitement would be taken to the extreme. It seems like our innocent summer camp days are now gone, replaced by the responsibilities of our new leadership roles. I know I need to put aside my hormones for a moment and focus on getting everyone to bed.

Evan gets back inside our tent while I make sure all of Badger Patrol are inside their tents. It’s already 10:33 and if anyone but me and the other PLs are up I’d be using my newfound power to make the rest of their weekend unpleasant because other people being up meant they might hear Evan and me in our tent as well.

With the 3 other tents accounted for, I crawl into our tent and take off my boots, pants, and socks to change into my shiny adidas dazzle shorts for bed. I close the flap behind me and Evan is already dressed for bed. He’s lying back inside his new bag with the zipper fully unzipped and I can see he’s wearing blue UA shorts with a black stripe on the sides and a navy blue Nike-Dri Fit shirt. Some of his toes peek out from under the bag as well so I can tell he’s wearing no socks.

I slip the dazzle shorts over my patterned UA underwear and remove my scout shirt to change into the AE t-shirt. My erection is at full attention now as Evan plugs his phone into his backup charger and he starts to feel his dick through his UA shorts. Evan pulls off the top of the Cat’s Meow bag from his body and I see his wondrous olive calves below his shorts pressed up against the soft nylon lining of the bag as he beckons me to join him. Slipping my slender frame inside with him in the sleeping bag, he pulls the top back over me and I feel the soft nylon on my bare skin as I press into him and slip my hand inside Evan’s shorts.

As I gently rub his dick, Evan moans softly and looks down at me, his brown eyes beaming with satisfaction. I want to kiss him on the lips but it's something we've never done and I'm afraid to ask him for it.

Evan thrusts his hips slightly, his dick slowly moving beneath my hand. I start to lower my dazzle shorts and stick my cock out of the fly of my boxer briefs, feeling the soft slippery nylon lining beneath me as I grind my erection into it.

Slowly, Evan reaches down and starts to stroke my shaft, his fingers brushing against the soft nylon of the sleeping bag. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can feel my erection growing even harder in his hand. I close my eyes and let out a soft groan, relishing the sensation of his touch and the buttery soft nylon all around us.

I don't want to finish him with just a hand job, so I slip my hand back out of his shorts. He knows where I am going so he lets me go too, and pulls the top of the sleeping bag back open for me to get in between his legs to pull the waistband of his shorts lower. I tug the shorts down and lift his rump to let his ass cheeks sit bare on that soft blue material of the sleeping bag.

He looks down as I grasp him again with my left hand and slip my wet tongue over his circumcised tip. Evan wraps his hands around my head and pulls me in as my head bobs up and down over his erect cock. As I continue to suck, Evan moans and thrusts his hips, his dick sliding in and out of my mouth. I can feel his muscles tense with every hard pump, and I know he's close to cumming.

Evan's body stiffens and he lets out a guttural moan, his hips bucking wildly against my face. I can feel his cock throbbing in my mouth, begging to release its load, and I hope he will help me release mine when he’s finished.

With an indiscernible whimper, I feel his hips jerking harder and faster against my face, and then I feel a hot stream of cum shooting into my mouth. I swallow reflexively, unable to resist the urgency of the moment. As his orgasm subsides, he pulls himself away from me and settles back into the sleeping bag, spent and satisfied. I crawl up beside him, my erection still throbbing above my dazzle shorts and poking out of my briefs.

A Scout keeps his promises, and Evan isn't known to break the ones he makes to his best friend. He crawls out from under my body, starts to get inside my empty Kelty Mistral sleeping bag, and scoots himself back over beside me. I roll on my back alone and rest my head in the hood of his North Face bag, the soft feeling of the nylon lining encasing me. Evan sticks his arms out of the top of my Kelty bag and zips me up in his North Face bag halfway. As he reaches level with my crotch, he lets go of the zipper to pull back my royal blue adidas dazzle shorts over my dick and starts to jerk me off through the silky polyester fabric.

I moan as I'm mesmerized by his firm grip massaging my uncut dick through my silky shorts, but I don't want to mess my shorts up like this with him tonight. After a minute, I look down to move his hand off my crotch and pull back the waistband of my shorts exposing my cock again.

Taking the edge of the top of his North Face sleeping bag I grab it from the outside and wrap my cock through the nylon and the insulation, then grab Evan's hand again to place it over the bag where my dick is.

He knows what I want him to do now and he starts to furiously stroke the buttery soft blue nylon lining over my engorged uncut dick through the top layer of the bag and the synthetic insulation. "Cat's Meow." Evan purrs, as he reads the inside label of his new sleeping bag under the open zipper.

As I listen to the rustle of the nylon and insulation, I feel every stroke against my sensitive tip. The intense feeling in my head is unique, a fusion of our pleasure and the thrill of making out in the middle of our campsite. I can't help but wonder if any other tent is exploring their sexuality like us tonight.

My teenage body almost can't handle it, twitching and hardening under Evan's grasp. He knows just the right rhythm and pressure to send me soaring over the edge. With a final, forceful yank, I let go and unleash a gush of warmth across the inside nylon folds of his Cat's Meow sleeping bag. Evan's hand pauses for a second as he looks at the wet mess I've made all over myself and his bag, but I can tell he's trying not to laugh and isn't mad at me.

I pull the top of the bag back again and Evan takes a moment to revel in the sight of the inside of his brand-new sleeping bag drenched in his Patrol Leader’s spunk. He finally lets out a chuckle and reaches for my towel. "Hey, don't worry about it," He says, helping me wipe the inside of his Cat's Meow bag. "I'm sure it'll come out in the wash, and you're the one who has to sleep in it."