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Chapter 2: Cool & Creamy

Waking up in Evan’s Cat’s Meow sleeping bag I hear an annoying banging in my head. I sit up and glance at Evan lying next to me, zipped up in my Kelty Mistral sleeping bag. The banging isn’t going away and I realize it’s coming from outside the tent. I’m so warm and cozy in Evan’s bag I don’t want to get out of it, so I crawl in it to the front of the tent and open the flap slightly.

“Wake up! It’s time to wake up you lazy bums!” I hear someone yell as they bang on the chili pot my dad used to cook the Taco meat in last night with a wooden spoon. I can’t see their face from my vantage point and they’re wearing a hat, but it’s obviously a scout from their height.

“SHUT THE F UP!” I hear my dad yell from a couple of tents over.

I crawl back and push the home button on Evan’s phone, it’s only 6:23, and the wake-up schedule isn’t until 7 AM. Evan is a deep sleeper and he’s barely stirring in my sleeping bag. I grudgingly get out of his sleeping bag to notice my dick still poking out of the underwear over the top of the adidas dazzle shorts. Tucking myself back into my somewhat cummy underwear and shorts, I put on the blue Crocs I brought to wear in the shower tonight.

Unzipping the flap all the way, I dash out of the tent to confront the person causing the ruckus. It’s Garrett, one of the 13-year-old Second-Class Scouts in my patrol. If Walker was the quiet, studious type who looked up to me and was starting to follow in my footsteps like I was following in my brother Nick’s, Garrett was the exact opposite: loud, underachieving, and the class clown. Garrett is about 90 lbs when he’s wet, 5’2” tall, with bowl-cut dark brown hair, blue eyes, and braces. I’m impressed that Garrett is already fully dressed in his scout shorts and a black fleece jacket, but he might not have even changed out of that from yesterday.

“What are you doing Garrett?” I try not to yell but say in a firm tone, grabbing his left hand where he’s holding the spoon. “Do you want to go home right now?”

“Nooooo!” He giggles and tries to turn away from me to prevent me from taking the pot.

“Please give them both to me right now!” I demand. “You’ve woken up the whole troop over half an hour early, my dad is pissed.”

He lets me have the spoon but holds the pot tight against his chest with both of his hands now.

“Okay, what did I just say about sending you home?” I remind him. “The pot too.”

He pouts and looks down at the oversized shiny basketball shorts I am wearing, then flashes me a mischievous grin before handing over the pot. I can't help but roll my eyes at his antics. This kid never fails to push the boundaries, always searching for attention in the most obnoxious ways possible.

The chilly morning air nips at my exposed legs, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. I glance back inside my tent at Evan, still cocooned in my sleeping bag, oblivious to the commotion happening outside. It's times like these that I question what I did to deserve to have Garrett in my patrol.

“What are you doing up so early anyway?” I ask Garrett.

“Walker snores! I couldn’t sleep!” He replies.

“Waking everyone else up was not the appropriate response to that, do you understand?” I place my hands on my hips and start to think I’m sounding like my dad.

“Yes Ben, can I go now?” He pleads.

“No,” I shake my head. “Since you called everyone lazy bums and you have so much energy this morning with no sleep, you’re going to gather all the dishes, pots, pans, and utensils to wash them again.”

“But I only used the one pot and spoon!” Garrett cries.

I raise an eyebrow at him, unimpressed. "Did I ask how many you used? No. Now go gather everything and bring them to the wash station with the gray dish tub. And don't forget to apologize to everyone you see for waking them up."  

Garrett pouts, but he knows better than to argue with me. Reluctantly, he shuffles off towards the picnic table to gather everything to wash.

I hear footsteps in the dirt coming from behind me and turn around, it’s Paul, my scoutmaster, a tall, Taiwanese-American grocery store manager in his early 40s. His hair is uncombed and he hasn’t shaved yet, but he gleams a smile at me. “Benji, I only caught the end of that but I’m impressed with how you handled it. You know he doesn’t want to go home, and I think washing the dishes for the whole weekend is an appropriate task.”

“Thank you, Mr. Lee.” I nod my head.

“Bryan was well founded in recommending you run for Patrol Leader, I think you’ll eventually be a well-rounded Senior Patrol Leader just like him.” Paul crosses his arms and watches Garrett pick up the dishtub full of pots and pans.

“I’d like that challenge, my brother Nick was SPL of the troop as well,” I reply.

“Good,” Paul nods again. “I hope I’ll still have time for this when you’re ready for that position.” Paul turns back around to prepare himself for the day and leaves me to return to my tent.

I kick off my Crocs and slip back into Evan’s sleeping bag with my bare feet. I only have 20 minutes left to enjoy myself in it before we have to get up. Looking at Evan curled up beside me, I place my arm over him in my Kelty sleeping bag. I desperately want our friendship to be more than just innocent fooling around, but I’m so afraid of him rejecting my asking.

I stare at Evan's peaceful face, the soft morning sun casting a gentle glow on his smooth light olive-toned skin. His chest rises and falls rhythmically as he continues to sleep, unaware of the annoying exercise I just had to go through. I brush my fingers through his jet-black hair and he slowly starts to stir awake.

“Morning Baloo!” I address Evan by the nickname we used to call our Den Chief when we were still Wolf Cubs.

He stretches out his arms while still in my Kelty sleeping bag and sits up to look at me lying back in his bag. “Wakey, wakey Benji. How was my Cat’s Meow?” He asks me.

“Purrfect, can you just give it to me now?” I say jokingly, petting the top of his bag with my hand.

“Kinda an expensive one to do that, but it’s yours every time we go camping together. I knew you’d like this one much more than the old Marmot one.” Evan smiles at me and starts to unzip himself out of my Kelty bag.

I smile too, he just admitted to me he bought this new bag with me in mind. I’d like to think he might just feel about me the same way I do about him, but if only he knew I’d do so much more for him than lie in his sleeping bag with him and suck him off.

Evan reaches over to his pack and starts to get dressed. Grudgingly, I feel I have to do the same thing as I have to start to set an example for my patrol, even if it means leaving this cozy nylon heaven that is Evan’s bag, and I crawl out of the Cat’s Meow to change.

As I’m putting on my moisture-wicking troop shirt, I realize Evan is taking off his UA microfiber shorts to put on a pair of red Ocean Pacific trunks. I forgot that we will be doing some water activities in the afternoon and I didn’t pack a swimsuit.

The only thing I can think of is I can wear the adidas dazzle basketball shorts on the water with the dirty underwear from yesterday I still have on with my dried cum. If I get the shorts wet so be it, maybe they’ll dry in time for bed, but that’s better than strutting out in my UA underwear or getting the zip-off switchback pants wet and having to wear them for the rest of the day damp. I put on a clean pair of socks and am ready for the day faster than Evan can put on his scout shirt.

“Morning Ben!” Oliver greets me as I make my way over to the picnic table. Oliver is a peculiar kid, half-Persian and half-Danish, thin, light-skinned with dark brown hair, and brown eyes, and stands about the same height as me. He’s a First Class scout like me and Evan, but he didn’t go up through Cub Scouts with us. Oliver does know the BSA Handbook by heart though, and since I can’t have Evan as my assistant because he already has another role, Oliver was the other great choice.

“Morning Oille!” I look him over. He’s wearing grey track pants and his scout shirt, admittedly I’ve always found him somewhat attractive too, but not as much as I do Evan. “I think I reminded my dad last night about your dietary restrictions. It was breakfast I was most concerned about.” I tell him.

“Thanks,” Oliver replies. “I guess you’re trying to get Garrett back to earning his elusive Cooking Merit Badge?”

“Yes, well I bet he woke you up too. If I don’t get a chance to tonight, can you make sure he takes a shower as well? I think he’s wearing the same clothes as yesterday, and you remember he only showered two times at summer camp!” I tell Oliver.

“Will do.” Oliver nods and looks to see what my dad is cooking in the camping oven for breakfast.

While I’m not exactly setting the example for good hygiene by wearing the same underwear I wore yesterday and slept in, I will probably change out of them after we get back from the lake. I’m a bit nervous too about strutting around in these long shiny basketball shorts all day as it’s not my usual style, but if my brother did it at scouts, I should be able to as well.

The troop gets served a mountain man breakfast before we start our activities for the day while Oliver has scrambled eggs and toast. Garrett is unusually quiet after his 6 AM antics, and I hope this sets the tone for the rest of the weekend.

After breakfast, my patrol starts our activities at the shooting range. Shooting sports is another thing Evan excels at, and I’m not too impressed with my performance today. I watch Evan as he is lying down in the prone position with his nice round bum in his green scout pants showing. It’s almost as if it's presented to me, and I can’t help but think of what it looks like caressed in the rowing spandex unisuit again.

“Nice shot!” I say to Evan as he takes off his hearing protection.

“Thank you,” Evan removes his safety glasses and looks at my paper target. “You’ve got a good grouping there.” He tries to return the compliment, but I am a little embarrassed by it and fold my paper target up to stick it into the pockets of my basketball shorts before my other scouts return from their firing positions to see it.

I am also reluctant to go out on the high and low rope courses before lunch. After I get fitted into the safety harness for the high course, Evan tugs up at my shiny adidas basketball shorts to make sure I’m secured safely.

"Evan, what are you doing?" I laugh, trying to hide my nervousness about trying not to fall off at the top in front of everyone.

"Just making sure your harness is on tight," he playfully responds. "Don't worry, if Garrett can do the high course we can.”

We watch as Garrett scrambles quickly up to the top in an almost rhythmic fashion. He follows up by showing great concentration as he walks across the top log, with all my patrol cheering him on. I can’t believe this is the same kid that almost wore me down this morning. When he gets back down I gulp and know it’s my turn at the course.

Evan gives me a pat on the back as I grasp onto the first step of the course. He walks back and I take a deep breath as I take the next step up.

“Go Ben!!!!” I hear Walker shout below me and I take another step upward but dare not look down.

After more steps, I’m about 25 feet in the air and I carefully climb onto the top log and stand up. I can feel a light wind blowing at my loose microfiber Troop 165 shirt and hear the branches rustling above. Slowly feeling the tension in my muscles start to dissipate, I finally look down and see Evan smiling up at me, giving a nod of encouragement.

With each step forward on the logs, I gain more confidence and the fear slowly fades away. As I reach the midpoint of the course, I take a moment to appreciate the breathtaking view of the forest around me. In the distance, I spot another troop swimming in the lake and enjoying themselves in the water.

Barely able to contain my excitement, I reach the end of the logs and step onto the final platform, feeling a rush of adrenaline and satisfaction. I look down at my patrol, who are all grinning from ear to ear waiting for me to climb down. Evan gives me a thumbs-up and I can't help but smile back.

“What’s for lunch?” I ask Evan jokingly and rub my stomach through my shirt.

“All-Beef Hot Dogs, I think.” Evan shrugs and gets ready for his turn.

Evan’s guess was right, though it helps when my dad and the rest of the scoutmasters are pretty predictable regarding camp meals in my troop. You would think with Paul being the manager of a Korean grocery store there would be something more exotic thrown into the mix than just a case of Calpico drink.

When we’ve finished our hot dogs, I change out of my hiking boots and into my Crocs for an afternoon on the water and I hope not in it. Evan and I put on our lifejackets to get into a two-person canoe on the boat dock of Lake Challenge.

“Take it easy!” I tell him as he’s going a bit too fast on his side resulting in us almost going around in a circle rather than forward. “You’re not in your rowing crew on the river.”

“Oops.” Evan chuckles and relaxes his pace and we canoe into the middle of the small man-made lake that is the focus of the camp.

I pick up my oar out of the water when I think we’ve reached the center of the lake and Evan does the same before he takes a chug from his Nalgene water bottle.

Now that we’re alone again I think I can have a heart-to-heart conversation with him. “Evan, do you think we’ll still be friends when we’re 20 or even 30?” I lay the oar across my lap and turn around to ask Evan.

“When I’m 20 we’ll be in college at UDUB. You’re gonna apply there with me right?” He responds.

“Yeah, I think so. But we’ve known each other since we were 5, do people really stay friends after high school? I scratch my chin.

"I guess we'll find out, huh?" Evan chuckles, gripping the bottom of his seat and taking in the serene view of the lake. "College is still a couple of more years. But we're also in scouts and going to make Eagle together. I think all those things we've been through and will go through still will make us even stronger friends."

"But when I'm 30 is a whole other question." Evan takes a deep breath. "By then I'd hope to be working in one of those towers downtown or Bellevue in some corporate job like my dad. Maybe even married with little kids, and you'll probably be off hiking the Appalachian Trail for the 3rd time.

I chuckle to myself and think maybe there is a glimmer of hope. He said 'married' but not to a woman at least. He's never really talked about girls with me, but I've always had second thoughts about asking to be more than friends who fool around because he would still sometimes use words like 'fag' and 'homo' when we were in middle school, but not directed at me. He also seems to avoid hanging out with me and Avery when we invite him to Starbucks.

Looking back at the docks from where we set off, I think for a moment and work up the courage to ask him in a way that doesn’t completely spill the beans. "Evan, do you ever think of me as more than just your best friend?"

"You mean like a brother Ben?" He says, almost like he's trying to steer clear of what I was trying to ask.

“Yeah, I guess I see you as a brother too,” I reply trying not to sound disappointed. “Nick moved away to college when I was 8, so I think around then is when you and I started to get to be close friends.”  

“Yep,” He nods. “I care about you as much as I care about Liam, even if you’re 9 months older than me!”

"Thanks, Evan." I sniffle, trying to suck in my last bit of pride and dip my oar back into the water. Evan follows and we row back to the dock silently. I’m relieved I didn’t get wet but saddened he said he cares for me like his brother Liam.

I lead my patrol on a short hike around the lake and some of the surrounding camp trails before dinner. Garrett hasn’t burned his energy off, and I have to keep reminding him to not get out so far ahead of me. Aside from myself, Evan, Oliver, Walker, Garrett, and Collin, I also have two Tenderfoots in my patrol. Minh, a quiet, shorter Vietnamese kid, and Tobey, a brown-haired blue-eyed 7th grader who doesn’t stop talking about Fortnite. The newer scouts I didn’t see much of today until now because one of the Assistant Scout Masters was doing an activity with Tenderfoots.

Oliver comes up to me after I’ve told Garret for the 4th time not to go so far ahead.
“Ben, do you have our skit figured out for tonight? Do you need me to do anything else?” Oliver asks.

I look behind and see Evan falling back to the rear of the group, taking over from Oliver. It’s from these unspoken things we do for each other that Evan and I know we have each other’s backs, like brothers as he said. I shake my head to Oliver beside me. “Nope, Evan and I have it figured out for tonight. I made sure my dad packed two cans of whipped cream into the foodstuff.”

“Okay, sounds interesting.” Oliver takes a chug of his water bottle as Garrett disappears around the corner again.

“Garrett!” I yell out. Garrett waits for us at a bend in the trail and I think I’ve reached the end of my patience for today. “Garrett. Why do I have to keep telling you? Do I have to hold your hand?” Tobey lets out a chuckle while Walker and Collin exchange glances as we’re stopped.

"But I've already been up here 2 or 3 times, we won't get lost!" Garrett brags.

I walk up to Garrett and take his hand. "That's not the point, Garrett. It's about staying as a group and looking out for each other. Plus, you never know what kind of trouble might be lurking around the corner if we were on a more remote trail."

Garrett sulks to himself as he’s next to me and I let Oliver take the lead. As we walk side by side I can’t help but notice Garrett is holding the back of his hand close to my body purposely and he brushes it against the sides of my shiny blue adidas basketball shorts. I don’t say anything, but I can’t help but think Garrett might have the same affinity for soft and silky things as I do, especially with the way he was looking at my shorts in the morning.

As we get close to our campsite, I let Garrett go, and he rushes off to his tent with Walker. Evan smirks at me as I wipe the sweat from Garrett’s hand onto my shorts.

"You want me and Walker to trade places tonight, should I ship you and Garrett?" Evan chuckles, teasing me.

"Screw you!" I laugh, Evan is quick to crack jokes about me and another scout being a couple, but he shuts me down when I try to hint to make it about me and him.

Dinner is another Boy Scout comfort food recipe, Chilli Mac and Cheese with Beef. Evan passes me some prawn crackers to help keep it down. I’ve grown accustomed to enjoying Asian food and treats in Evan’s company. I get bubble tea as much as I do Starbucks. My hometown has a significant Vietnamese and Korean population, so there’s no shortage of Asian restaurants and grocery stores. Troop 165 also reflects this diversity, as we aren’t affiliated with a church, temple, or anything similar. Boys join purely for the love of the outdoors and scouting.

I have a little time to talk to my dad as I ask him for the two cans of whipping cream he has stored for me in the cooler. I’m old enough now that I’m expected to operate independently of him in my role as a PL, but having him and our truck here does have its advantages like being able to store my expensive camera in a safe place.

“Dad, do you still have the two cans of whipped cream?” I ask him as he watches Garrett collect the pots and pants from dinner into the dishtub.

“Yes, Ben.” He answers. “They’re in the Yeti Cooler, so they should still be cold. If I think I know what you’re going to use them for I think that won’t matter though!” He smiles at me and I think he’s reminiscing about his time with Nick in Boy Scouts.

“Uhh yeah, Nick told me about it when I was asking him for skit ideas.” I nod as I dig through the cooler and find the two white cans of Winco whipping cream with a red cap.

“Back then Nick would take his shirt off and do that skit in front of everyone, my times have changed! Oh, I was talking to Paul too and he says he’s impressed with how you and Oliver are leading your patrol, especially Garrett. We know he's a handful.” My dad ruffles my hair as I wipe the cans off with a towel.

"Thank you, you'll be at the campfire bowl too right?" I ask.

"Of course!” He nods. “Now that we have a dishwasher, cooking is the easy part of meals!”

As I’m gathering up my patrol to walk over to the big campfire, I remind them to try to take seats as close as they can to the front, so they can be involved in the skit Evan and I have planned. The campfire bowl is just a bunch of simple benches overlooking a stage set against the water. There’s already another smaller troop sitting here from Lynden, which is just a short drive north from here, and they gladly share the space with our troop.

Campfire performances I enjoy more than stories, it’s the one time everyone in our troop lets loose, especially the Scoutmasters. We’re treated to two skits about socks from Black Widow and Beaver Patrol. The other scout troop follows up with a funny routine from Monty Python. Paul and the other scoutmasters do a funny fishing skit, and finally, it’s my turn to perform. I hand Evan one of the cans of whipped cream as we walk to the center of the stage. I can sense the anticipation in the air with what we are going to do with the cans as well as a couple of chuckles from the older people in the audience.

I open my mouth and look at Evan and he nods. We both start singing to the tune of ‘Alouette’.

🎵Cool and Creamy
We like cool and creamy
Cool and creamy
We like it the best!🎵

🎵Would you like some on your nose?
Yes I’d like some on my nose!🎵

Evan and I open the cans on our hands and dab each other on the nose with the whipped cream.

🎵On your nose?
On my nose!🎵

Some of the older scouts and leaders start singing the refrain with us.

🎵Cool and Creamy
We like cool and creamy
Cool and creamy
We like it the best!🎵

Walker shouts from the front row. “Elbow!”

🎵Would you like some on your elbow?
Yes I’d like some on my elbow!🎵

🎵On your elbow?
On my elbow!🎵

By now everyone in the audience knows the lyrics.

🎵Cool and Creamy
We like cool and creamy
Cool and creamy
We like it the best!🎵

Garrett shouts his body part, but he changes it from ‘knee’ to ‘tummy’ and I try to roll with it.

🎵Would you like some on your tummy?
Yes I’d like some on my tummy!🎵

I dab more whipping cream on my hand and lift my Troop 165 shirt to expose my belly button and the waistband of my blue UA underwear that I’ve had on for too long over the top of my adidas dazzle basketball shorts. Evan is dying laughing as he rubs a big wad of whipped cream right over my belly button, getting it all over the waistband of my shorts and underwear. I go in for my revenge as Evan quickly unbuttons the bottom of his scout shirt, and I put an even bigger wad covering the waistband of his swim shorts and the bottom of his stomach.

We continue the routine with ‘Shoe’ from Oliver, ‘Ear’ from Collin, ‘Cheek’ from Minh, and ‘Chin’ from Tobey. When Evan and I are thoroughly coated from head to toe in whipped cream, Bryan, our Senior Patrol Leader starts a round of applause and we take a bow.

Oliver pats me on the back as I sit back down, but moves over on the bench so he doesn’t get whipped cream on him. “You guys are insane," he says, laughing. “But hey, that was definitely memorable.”

I think our skit went over pretty well, even with Garrett missing his line, and I look over at Evan who chuckles at me again with my beard of whipped cream. Following us is the skit from Panda Patrol about someone buying a bicycle that doesn’t go over as even remotely funny. Bryan closes the night with the singing of ‘Scout Vespers’ which I find pretty moving when two whole troops are singing it.

We have a bit more free time before bed tonight and I need a well-deserved shower with a change of underwear. Evan and I quickly grab our towels, shower bags, and a change of clothes and make our way toward the shower house. Oliver is making Garrett shower now too and he follows us on our way there. The rest of our troop gladly lets us get to the shower first, given we’re covered in whipped cream.

I take off my red troop shirt and socks then shuck off my stinky underwear with my shorts. I don’t even want to look at the dried cum and whipped cream all over them, but I want to try to wash what I can out of the basketball shorts to sleep in them again with Evan.

Heated showers are one comfort I can’t live without, and I’m glad the Council had that in mind when they built these showerhouses. I step into the warm shower instantly removing all the traces of whipped cream from my now naked body. Both of the other showers are now going and I call out to Garrett, who is in the shower to my right.

“Garrett?” I ask as I put shampoo in my hair. “Why’d you do that to us? You had your line!”

‘“Ben? I dunno, I was just trying to be funny.” Garret shouts over the wall.

“OK,” I reply. “I get there are times when you think you’re trying to be funny, but there are other times when if you don’t do what I say there could be bad consequences like people getting hurt or worse. Do you get what I mean?”

“Yes, Ben. I understand.” Garrett shouts over the wall again.

“Good, I guess it was a bit funnier with that added right Evan?” I start soaping myself with body wash just to hear Evan groan loudly on the other side.

“It was a bit immature, but everyone thought it was hilarious at least,” Evan says loudly.

After rinsing the conditioner out of my hair, I try to wash off the whipping cream from the waistband of my basketball shorts without getting the rest of the shorts wet. I turn off the water and wipe the shorts off with my towel, then use the towel to dry myself off. Only then do I remember it’s the same towel Evan used to clean off my cum from his sleeping bag.

I throw the towel to the ground and put on a fresh pair of UA briefs that are blue with a black waistband, my black t-shirt from yesterday, and the adidas dazzle shorts. Emerging from our showers together, Garrett is sporting a fresh pair of black dazzle shorts as well, but I don’t see a brand on his. He flashes me the same mischievous grin from this morning and starts to brush his teeth at one of the sinks.

I join Garrett to brush my teeth, and Evan steps out of the shower with only his towel wrapped around himself behind us. Turning around, I can’t help but admire Evan’s shirtless body as he walks past us. His olive-toned skin glistens with water beads from the shower in the brightly lit bathroom. My heart flutters again, and I push the hurt from the 'brother' comment to the back of my mind.

Garrett rinses out his mouth and looks at me with a smile. "Why are you blushing, Ben?" he playfully questions as toothpaste foam dribbles down his sink.

"Nothing," I mumble, avoiding eye contact, and turn back to face the mirror to continue brushing my teeth.

Evan waits for us at the door, but as he continues to dry himself off I can see he has on a pair of white Calvin Klein boxer briefs that were initially hidden by the towel. For a second, I thought he was pretty brave, one yank of his towel and he’d be butt naked. Even being 14 and on the senior leadership in our troop doesn’t spare us from such pranks. I spit out what I have in my mouth and give it a rinse. Evan opens the door for us and we follow him back to our campsite.

“I won’t hear a peep from you until 7:00 AM tomorrow. Right, Garrett?” I touch his shoulder before he can run off.

“Yes,” Garrett nods. “But can we still play cards in our tent? It’s only 9:45.”

“Of course, but at 10:30 you better both be in bed. Oliver is the one doing the rounds tonight and he’s a lot less forgiving than me.” I tell Garrett.

“Thank you, I like you, Ben.” Garrett gives me the biggest smile with his metal mouth and I’m left to walk with Evan back to our tent.

I’m almost completely wiped of energy now and I hope Oliver can deal with anything that might come up with my patrol before bed. Evan opens up our tent and plops himself down on my Kelty sleeping bag and I can only assume he wants me to get into his bag already. I kick off my Crocs for what I hope is the last time today and slip into the cool nylon of Evan’s Cat’s Meow with my bare feet and basketball shorts.

Evan puts his Under Armour shorts and Nike t-shirt back on for bed then gets out his phone again. He is disappointed he still can’t get a decent signal to play Clash of Clans, but I plug my phone into his charger and I can at least watch some choppy YouTube videos.

He gets into the Kelty bag and snuggles it closer to me again. We both know fooling around inside our tent before lights out is a pretty bad idea, but we’re just on our phones for now. I hold my phone on my chest and Evan peers over my shoulder, as we watch Fail Compilation videos before lights out in each other’s sleeping bags.

At 10:25 I hear. “Good night Ben and Evan!” from my dad outside our tent. I’m glad he didn’t look inside our tent, otherwise, he might wonder why Evan is lying inside my sleeping bag.

“Nite Dad!”  I call back out, and lower the volume of my phone.

About 6 minutes later Oliver sticks his head in again. “Ben, everyone is in bed,” Oliver reports. “Garrett was already fast asleep when I looked, drooling on his Uno cards. He looked so peaceful!”

“Thanks, goodnight Ollie!” I reply.

“Nite guys.” Oliver zips closed the flap of our tent for us fully and I think we’re in the clear for the night.

I stop the video and glance over at Evan to realize he’s fallen asleep by my shoulder. It’s been a long day for the both of us, but I thought getting him off was the price I had to pay for sleeping in his Cat’s Meow tonight too, or maybe he’s disgusted about the thought of sleeping under my dried cum, and that’s why he’s fine with sleeping in my bag.

Nudging his chest lightly with my elbow I mutter. “I love you.” under my breath and toss away my phone over my pillow.

Evan shakes his head and rubs his eyes. “What time is it?” He asks groggily.

“Just after lights out,” I reply. “Do you still wanna…do some stuff?”

He yawns but reaches over and starts to rub the top of the Cat’s Meow below my chest looking for my cock.

“Wait!” I plead. “Can we trade shorts?” I ask him, hoping this time I won’t make a mess of my underwear.

“Ok,” He nods and starts to peel off his shorts and underwear inside my Kelty sleeping bag. I follow his lead and kick my underwear and shorts to my feet inside the bag, then toss the shiny blue adidas dazzle shorts at him to put on. Evan pulls out his Calvin Kleins from the Kelty bag before he slips on my adidas shorts.

I put on his blue UA microfiber shorts after he tosses them to me and my dick stiffens. I’ve worn these before at his house, they’re pretty soft, but the nylon of the sleeping bag is much softer. However, I don’t want to push my luck again and make him regret letting me use his new bag by making even more of a mess in it.

Evan pulls back the top of the Cat’s Meow and easily finds my erection through the polyester Under Armour shorts. I moan with delight and sink my head back into my small pillow as he slowly jerks me through the stretchy fabric of his shorts. To my surprise, I can feel him tugging at the bottom of the shorts to extricate my uncut cock.

Evan sighs in pleasure as he wraps his hand around my shaft. I let out a soft groan, unable to keep my excitement in check. Our pace picks up, and I can feel my orgasm building. I close my eyes, and the next thing I know I can feel his wet tongue slipping across the head of my uncut cock. He must be incredibly horny to do this for me now as he’s only put my cock in his mouth 2 or 3 times before, and never let me finish this way.

The sensation is amazing, his mouth engulfing me, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. With each stroke of his hand and lick of his tongue, the pleasure builds within me like a tidal wave, threatening to crash over me and leave me breathless.

I open my eyes and watch Evan's hand on my dick move in perfect sync with his mouth, matching his pace as if we've been doing this for years. His eyes are closed, lost in the moment, and his facial expressions reveal a passion that I've never seen from him before. His other hand reaches behind me now and he slips a finger along my ass crack through his stretchy UA shorts. I can feel him slightly fingering and exploring my virgin hole, something he has never done before, and the experience is sensational.

The intensity increases, and I know I can't hold back any longer. I grip the sides of the Cat’s Meow bag, my knuckles turning white with the force of my grip. My body stiffens as an electric current courses through me, and I warn him I’m about to erupt. “Evan, I’m gonna cummmm.”

Evan instantly pulls his head back from my dick but continues to jerk me off with his hand. I manage a strangled moan before the orgasm hits me like a ton of bricks. My hips buck violently, my cock twitching and throbbing in Evan's grip as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me and I spurt my juice all over the outside of his blue UA shorts. He wipes some of my cum from his hand onto the shorts, and he has that same mesmerized look as he did last night when he got a full view of the mess I made all over his North Face bag I'm now lying inside.

I know it’s my turn to return the favor, but I can’t do it while wearing a pair of shorts covered in my cum without getting his sleeping bag messy again, so I carefully take off his UA shorts and throw them into a corner of the tent. At my feet, I reach for my UA boxer briefs and slip them back on.

Evan has rolled onto his back and is waiting for me. I open the zipper of the Kelty bag fully and look at his freshly showered body clad in the shiny blue adidas basketball shorts that I’ve worn the whole day. This is one of the few times he’s worn my clothes and it’s a special treat to see his cock now bulging into the shiny polyester fabric of my basketball shorts.

I grip his cock through the shiny material and start to work my hand up and down his shaft. I can feel the veins on his dick pulsating beneath my touch, the skin on his legs glistening with a thin layer of sweat. He moans softly, his hips bucking gently in response to my touch.

I pull away just enough to look into his eyes, which are half-lidded and heavy with lust. "You like that?" I whisper, my voice low and sultry.

“Ohhh yeah," he groans, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before they meet mine once more. "I've been waiting for this all day."

I give him a wicked grin and then lower my mouth to his dick, wrapping my lips around the head through the fabric of the shorts and swirling my tongue around it. Evan lets out a sharp gasp, his hands coming up to rest on my head as he thrusts his hips upwards. I gently bite down on the fabric, causing it to stick to his erection as I suck harder, drawing out more of his moans.

I slowly pull the shorts down, revealing his erect cock that throbs in anticipation of direct contact. I take him into my mouth, sucking and sliding my lips up and down his shaft with enthusiasm. Evan's breath hitches and his hands tighten on my head, urging me on as his hips start to move in time with my motions.

"Benjiii, I'm close," he warns, his voice hoarse and strained. I look up at him, our eyes locking for a moment before I swallow the entirety of his shaft, eliciting a loud groan from him.

He bucks his hips, thrusting deeper into my mouth as he releases, spurting warm cum against the back of my throat. I swallow as much as I can as he closes his eyes and settles back into my Kelty sleeping bag. After he’s spent, I lick his cock clean and tuck him back into my basketball shorts.

"Good night Baloo," I whisper in Evan's ear as I straighten myself out onto his Thermarest pad.

"Nite, Benji." He says still catching his breath.