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I would like to take this opportunity to dedicate this chapter to a friend of mine, G.G. G.G. was a scoutmaster of a BSA troop until it was revealed to National BSA that he was gay. The sponsoring organization refused to remove him and lost its charter (this was pre-2015). I talked with G.G. regularly before this and he was one of the most personable people I have met and always espoused the scout spirit.

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Chapter 3: New Responsibilities

Waking up the second morning in Evan’s sleeping bag was just as pleasant as the first. I feel my morning wood pressing into the soft fabric of my Under Armour underwear, the only thing separating my cock from the smooth nylon lining of Evan’s Cat’s Meow sleeping bag. I’m not sure why I’m so hard again since I just came in Evan’s hand before bed. Maybe being zipped up in this amazing nylon heaven that doesn’t even belong to me has that effect on me, just like wearing Evan’s things.

I reach over my head and look at my phone, it’s barely past 6 AM, but I don’t think I can fall back asleep this morning. Evan is still lightly snoring beside me and I try not to wake him as I flip over onto my stomach, slip my dick out of the fly of my boxer briefs and grind my erection into the nylon lining of the bag. I think Evan probably didn’t anticipate I’d be enjoying myself in his Cat’s Meow bag this much, but I can’t help myself. The inside of his new bag is nothing like his old Marmot sleeping bag or my Kelty. It is a much softer nylon and my cock can’t help but be aroused every time I get inside it.

I roll onto my back because I feel myself getting closer to making another mess in his bag. Letting go of my dick, I fear this might be the last time we might get to fool around. Did Evan get this for me for one last send-off? Why did he stick his finger around my asshole last night through the shorts? As I’m a Patrol Leader now, there are a lot more expectations of me and Paul even wants me to eventually become Senior Patrol Leader. Evan has more responsibilities as Den Chief too, and the next time the Webelos join us on a camp, I will probably see less of him. He also just took up rowing this summer and was talking to me during lunch break at school about tournaments in Canada and down in California. Is he still committed to staying in scouts and earning Eagle like me, or was he just saying that on the lake to keep me happy while he dedicates more of his time and energy to his rowing crew?

I have so many questions swirling in my head as I lay awake, that nagging feeling that those times of innocent fooling around may soon come to an end. If I want more of this, do I have to admit to Evan my feelings for him and come out to him? I’ve never fully accepted I was gay, but I think if I ask Evan and he doesn’t accept me as anything more than a friend, it would tear my heart to pieces.

Still frustrated, I slip my UA boxer briefs down lower and glance the top of the Cat’s Meow bag over my exposed uncut dick to instantly get hard again. I look over at Evan and he hasn’t moved at all, so I take the top of the bag and continue to stroke the nylon lining across my cock over and over.

My breathing starts to get heavier and my mind races to Garrett of all people, now I can’t get the image out of my mind of his skinny hairless legs under those shiny black basketball shorts he put on after the shower. He couldn’t keep from touching my dazzle shorts as I held his hand too, the same shorts Evan is fast asleep in right now with no underwear.

Why Garrett? I think to myself, he must be still asleep in his black shorts a few tents away, and I wonder if he does the same things to his dazzle shorts that I do alone in my room and with Evan in my shorts. I start to furiously wank the Cat’s Meow bag over my dick, as I put my other hand on Evan in the Kelty bag. I want to see him in my royal blue adidas dazzle shorts again, but if I unzipped him he would probably wake up and catch me using his bag to get off again.

I feel my whole body start to tense up and grip my dick even harder through the layers of nylon and insulation, just as Evan had me cream his bag Friday night. Closing my eyes I feel the pressure building up in my balls and I grunt softly as I unleash my spunk again into the inside buttery soft nylon lining of his Cat’s Meow.

‘Fuck!’ I think to myself as I feel the wetness soak into the bag and my crotch. I look over and Evan is still fast asleep. I don’t want him to know about this second time so maybe I’ll suggest to him I’ll bring his bag home and get my mom to wash it. My mom is the least outdoorsy person in the family and she probably won’t remember it’s not my bag. We likely won’t need our sleeping bags again for a couple of weeks, so I can even enjoy myself like this again without him knowing, before getting my mom to wash it.

I peel back the top layer of the bag and wipe my wet crotch clean with it. He did say it would come out in the wash, but I bet he wasn’t expecting to need to wash it on his first campout in it.

Pushing my home button again on my phone, it’s not even 6:30. If this was the last time we could be like this together, and not even get the chance to do it at home, I want to touch his dick again too. I pull my underwear back on, unzip myself, and lay atop Evan’s soft silken bag, my legs catching the chill of the morning air in our tent. Unzipping the Kelty bag, I roll over onto my side and pull back the top to expose Evan’s chest and the adidas shorts.

He slightly stirs and I grasp his morning wood through the shiny shorts. Evan’s eyes flicker as he feels around with his hand and wonders why his chest is exposed. Finally, he looks down at me and smiles as I continue to jerk his circumcised cock through the slick fabric of the basketball shorts.

“You messed up my shorts, so I get to mess up yours?” He playfully asks in a dry morning voice.

“Somethin’ like that.” I grin, admiring the outline of his cockhead through the shiny fabric of the blue adidas shorts. I can see the faintest trace of precum marking the fabric at his tip, as I grip the fabric around his shaft. This is something I do with the shorts all the time alone at home, and I’m happy Evan is finally experiencing it too. Washing a pair of shorts is a lot easier than a sleeping bag and thankfully my mom has never noticed or asked me about the cum stains in my shorts when she does laundry.

I can sense Evan getting closer as he bucks his hips up and I furiously increase my pace gliding the shorts across his cock. He whimpers slightly, his eyes closed as he focuses on the sensation of the smooth fabric against his sensitive erection. I can tell from his breaths that he's nearing the edge. A chill runs down my spine as I imagine him thrusting inside me, but it's not the time for that right now.

I close my eyes and focus on the feel of the shorts on my hand, matching the rhythm of my strokes to his bucking hips. I feel the tension building up in my hand as Evan's breathing rapidly becomes more uneven. His moans grow louder, and I know he's about to cum.

With one final stroke, I push the fabric harder against the head of his cock, causing him to let out a loud groan. His body shakes, and I feel a warm, slimy sensation up against my hand as he explodes into the silky polyester fabric.

Evan collapses back against the sleeping bag, panting heavily, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "That was intense," he whispers, running a hand through his tousled hair.

"I'm glad you liked it," I reply and roll onto my back, letting go of his softening cock through the damp shorts.

We lie there, our breaths slowly returning to normal, basking in the crisp, morning mountain air. I see the shadow of someone coming up to the door of our tent and quickly scramble away from Evan as he pulls the Kelty bag back over himself and the cummy shorts.

“Ben?” I hear a voice call out, it’s Bryan, our Senior Patrol Leader. “PLC (Patrol Leader’s Council) Meeting in 10 minutes, can you get dressed?”

“Yes, I’ll be there!” I call out, hoping he doesn’t try to get inside.

I push my phone, it’s only 6:40, but I guess Bryan wants to talk to the new leadership on our first campout before everyone else gets up. Evan is spared from this meeting, but I glance at him again as I put on my switchback scout pants and scout shirt, hoping we aren’t getting too old for what we just did.

Sniffling as I put on my last pair of clean socks, I grin at Evan as he pulls off my spunky adidas shorts. “I’ll talk to you at breakfast,” I say, as I unzip the door to our tent, slip on my Crocs, and walk towards Bryan and the other PLs sitting at the picnic table.

I have to admit now I’ve always had a crush on Bryan too. He’s a junior at Meadowdale and plays on the Varsity Soccer Team, but he’s also an accomplished Life Scout, likely earning Eagle sometime next year. I somewhat looked up to him when he was my Patrol Leader when I was a Tenderfoot Scout because my brother had long since left the troop and was in college in Colorado by that time.

Bryan is wearing a green Troop 165 fleece jacket and navy blue adidas track pants with ‘MHS’ on the leg. He has a pretty tall and athletic body at just under 6 ft, your average soccer player’s build, a long face with a big chin and nose, messy light-brown hair, and deep blue eyes. Unlike my best friend, Bryan is the quintessential high-school jock, but still stuck with scouting into his teens, and wants to apply to WSU next year. I’ve been smiling at him when I see him in the halls at school, seeing him in his white adidas Real Madrid jersey and sometimes sporting black Nike Elite socks below his cargo shorts. I can get away with glancing and smiling at him because we know each other outside of school and he won’t think it’s weird.

“Ben, sit down.” Bryan nods at me, and Oliver gets up so I can sit at the table. Bryan begins by saying he’s impressed with how smoothly this camp went, and he feels like we’re all adjusting quickly to our new roles. It’s a learning experience for him too, and he’s appreciative that we’re all stepping up to help each other. Oliver pats me on the shoulder as Bryan goes on about the troop meeting this week. We’re going rock climbing at an indoor climbing gym tomorrow. Great, I’ll have to hide my erection while I watch Evan's and even Garrett’s butts poking out of their harnesses all night, I think to myself.

Before Bryan finishes, he asks us if anyone can stay behind and help Jason, the Quartermaster, return the gear to storage when we get back. Oliver raises his hand, as well as the PL and APL from Panda Patrol. Oliver has always been somewhat of a teacher’s pet, but I think I am secretly one of Paul’s favorite scouts in the troop for some reason, even if my dad wasn’t an Assistant Scoutmaster and knows him personally.

“See you all tomorrow guys,” Paul clears his throat after Bryan tells us we’re dismissed. Paul grins and hands each Patrol Leader two large packs of Pocky chocolate biscuits for the ride home.

“Wait up Ben,” I hear Bryan say after I stand up. I step out of the picnic table and face him holding the biscuits in a way that I hope doesn’t result in them melting. “You might not know this, but Paul made me do one last bed check through the tents just before 11.” Bryan peers down at me.

My jaw drops and I suck my stomach in to look at my dad, who is none the wiser flipping over Pop-Tarts in the camping oven. I’m dead, I think to myself, Evan is too and we’re going to be kicked out of scouts. I’ll never make Eagle Scout and I can only hope Bryan and Paul can keep this between us and our parents because I don’t want to be outed at school already. A tear starts to roll down my face and I sniffle, knowing that innocence truly is gone and there could be a chance my dad will never let me talk to Evan again.

“Ben?” Bryan says my name again, snapping me out of my panic. He holds out a Nintendo Switch that I don’t recognize. “I caught Tobey playing with this last night after lights out in his tent. It’s not your fault, I believe Oliver when he said everyone was asleep when he looked. But the only way Tobey is getting this back is if we never see this at scouts again unless it’s video game night, clear?”

“Yes!” I gasp for air and a sense of relief washes over me.

Bryan hands me the Switch and pats me on the back. “Keep it up, I know Garrett has a mind of his own too, but he’s a good kid at heart. Tobey is as well, but do not give that back to him until we’re back at the hall, ok?

“Okay, it’s staying in my pack until we get back!” I nod enthusiastically to Bryan and walk back to my tent to join Evan in packing up.

“Whoah, they gave you a Nintendo Switch?” Evan glances at it as he’s putting away his dirty clothes. He’s changed into gray adidas sweatpants and a navy blue t-shirt with his rowing club logo.

“It’s Tobey’s, Bryan confiscated it. This is for us.” I hold out the two boxes of Pocky.

“He never grabs the Strawberry Cream ones.” Evan shakes his head and pouts.

I want to kiss Evan so badly and make him feel better that he has to eat the chocolate Pocky instead of his favorite flavor, but I know this would be highly inappropriate in the open tent, so I take off my Crocs and start packing my stuff up.

I remember my plan to take home his sleeping bag before he packs it away. “Evan!” I stammer. “Why don’t I put your bag in my compression sack to take it home to wash it, you can put mine in your sack and your parents won’t know the difference. I’ll give it back to you next campout!”

“Okay,” He nods in agreement. “Do you want to trade shorts to wash as well?”

“No, I can deal with your stuff,” I say, secretly wanting to take the shorts filled with his cum home too. I wrap Tobey’s Switch into my microfiber troop shirt and throw it in with my other dirty clothes. Evan pushes the Cat’s Meow bag toward me and I stuff it into the Kelty Compression sack that came with my bag.

“Ben, Evan!” My dad calls us. “Come grab a quick bite to eat, and we can go out to MOD Pizza after we drop everyone else off at the hall.”

It feels a little too early for pizza for the time I know we get back home, but I don’t want to complain to my dad. Evan and I have a Pop-Tart and a huge chocolate muffin from Costco for our breakfast and resume taking down our site.

Most of our scout troop is ready to hit the road just before 9 AM. I see Tobey wanting to talk to Bryan before he leaves and I pull Tobey aside.

“I think I have something of yours in my pack,” I tell Tobey.

Tobey smiles that he doesn’t have to deal directly with Bryan. Evan has told me that compared to the other Patrol Leaders, everyone wants to be in my patrol because both Paul and Bryan think highly of me, I’m seen as pretty fair, and I care deeply about all my scouts.

“Great!” Tobey beams. “Can I have it for the ride home?”

“No, Tobey.” I shake my head. “I think you should tell Mr. Park that you should ride with my dad instead of in the minivan so I can give it back to you at the hall. I’ll tell my dad and Collin will ride back in the van in your place.”

“But my phone is dead! I’ll have nothing to do in the car!” Tobey whines.

“Tobey, you’re lucky you’re getting it back this easy,” I remind him. “It’s only an hour's drive back to the hall and Bryan wants to never see it again unless we’re doing a video game night at scouts, got it? Besides, you can talk to Evan, he likes Fortnite almost as much as you!”

Tobey sniffles and nods his head. As much as I think I like the authority of being in leadership now, I know that even good kids like Tobey make mistakes. He walks away to tell Mr. Park that he’s going to be riding with my dad instead and I do likewise to tell Collin and my Dad.

Before he gets into Mr. Park’s minivan, I hand one of the packages of Pocky to Oliver for the rest of my patrol riding with him. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” I ask him.

“Yes, Ben. I guess that issue with Tobey is dealt with?” He grins.

“Yeah, I have his Switch, he’ll get it back at the hall. Bryan told me it’s not your fault, so don’t let that hang in your head, ok?”

“I know,” Oliver says as he steps out of the way so Garrett can crawl into the back seat. “But, maybe next time we should do a full pack inspection at the hall.”

I shake my head. “That really won’t be necessary. Tobey has learned his lesson and I bet Minh did too.” I look at Minh and he nods his head from the back seat. “If I can’t trust everyone with what’s in their packs after we run through everything on the checklist, I don’t have any business being your Patrol Leader.”

Oliver shrugs and folds his seat back up. “Okay, it’s your decision. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He gets into his seat, presses the button to close his door, and I turn around back toward my dad’s truck. Oliver and I might have been closer friends if we had gone to the same school, but he lives in Mountlake Terrace. He is a bit more of a hardass than me, and Oliver has called me a softie at times, especially when I deal with Garrett.

Getting into the Tundra I take a seat in the back with Evan and Tobey. Tobey is in the middle this time, with Walker in the front. I’m guessing Evan and Tobey have already exchanged their game usernames as they are already deep into a conversation about weapons and skins before my dad even starts the truck. I’ve never been much of a gamer, I played Minecraft with Evan for a while and got bored of it. I pass the Pocky to the front and my dad takes a stick from Walker as they enjoy one of the foil packs.

I yawn after I finish another foil pack of Pocky alone. Evan and Tobey are still going on about chests and the lighthouse. I’m annoyed I don’t get to talk to Evan, but at least Tobey has something to concentrate on other than bothering me about his console. When I think they’ve reached the end of their discussion about Fortnite, Evan takes out his phone to show Tobey his Clash of Clans base now that he has a proper data signal.

Tobey nudges me as we get to the hall. I fell asleep on his shoulder after we got on the interstate. Maybe I should have tried to fall back asleep when I woke up at 6 AM, but then again I wouldn’t have had that last bit of fun with Evan. My nose is almost burrowed into Tobey’s armpit, and I can smell a funky scent from his North Face t-shirt.  

‘Ughhh’ I think to myself as I shake my head back awake, does no one in my patrol but Evan and I bathe? Evan’s smell doesn’t disgust me like Tobey or Garrett’s, and I’m used to going through his dirty clothes and underwear. I am almost compelled not to give Tobey back his Switch now, but I don’t want to be held responsible for such an expensive toy.

Now that his punishment is over, Tobey follows me to the tailgate to get his Switch. I dig it out of my dirty clothes to his smiling face and send him on his way home. Walker follows behind him to get his pack. I feel guilty I haven’t talked to him much this weekend, so I try to see how he likes his new position in the troop.

“Did you get many pictures this weekend?” I ask Walker.

“Yeah, I got some half-decent ones, out by the lake and stuff, but I’ll have to send you the ones from when you were on the course and the skits!” Walker chuckles.

Evan shakes his head. “Ughh..Just delete the whipping cream ones already!”

“No way!” Walker and I say in unison.

“Yeah, I think I might make the tummy shot the album cover!” Walker teases him.

“I just hate showing off my outie! Now the whole world will see it!” Evan scoffs.

“Fine, I’ll just post Ben’s, if you’re okay with that.” Walker puts on his pack after I slide it toward him.

“Sure, Walker” I nod my head. I thought I was the one who felt more insecure about their body. Although I’m older than Evan by almost 9 months, I’ve always been a late bloomer. Evan would usually wear rashguards when we went swimming, but I never asked him why. I’ve never even looked at his belly button that close, there were more important things my attention was drawn to when he took off his shirts and underwear.

With just me and Evan in the truck, my dad drives us to the pizza place before he drops Evan at home. They’ve just opened when we arrive, and Evan I go to the bathroom to take a leak and wash our hands.

I glance over at Evan’s circumcised cock after he slips it out of his adidas pants. He has slightly less bush than me, another trait of being Asian I guess, but we’re both about the same length and girth. I can almost still taste his spunk in my mouth from last night, and I’m glad my shiny adidas shorts still contain a trace of it.

Since he notices me staring, he takes a long time to shake out his dick after peeing. I smile and slide back my foreskin to show off my semi-erect dick. Evan shakes his head, quickly pulls up his pants, and rushes to the sink to wash his hands when we hear the bathroom door swing open. I’m glad we didn’t get walked in on in public doing anything more than looking, especially considering I’m in my full Class A uniform.

My dad and I share Mad Dog meat pizza while Evan has mini Calexico. It might be too early for pizza, but we’re all tired of camp food by now. My dad strikes up a conversation with Evan about how he likes rowing. Evan says he feels it every time they practice because it's a whole-body workout. Right now they have him positioned in the front of the boat in 2nd seat, but he hopes to eventually prove himself and earn the position of stroke seat in front of the coxswain, where the best racer in the crew sits.

“Maybe you should take up rowing too Ben! You guys do everything together!” My dad says to me.

“I can do it with Evan for fun, but not competitively like him,” I reply. “Besides, Mr. Yang, the tennis coach at Meadowdale says pretty much everyone who tries out makes the team there.”

My dad shakes his head. “That’s still a couple of months away, Nick was able to do Regional League Soccer and Varsity Soccer as well as stay on the honor roll all through high school, have girlfriends, plus make Eagle Scout like you want to.

I sigh and lean back in my chair. My dad has always compared me to my older brother Nick in everything. I’ve excelled in academics, but I’m just not an athlete and stud like Nick. I thought my dad would be excited for me to join the high school tennis team, but it seems like he’s comparing me to Evan too. Evan didn’t show a huge interest in sports until he read the book ‘The Boys in the Boat’ about the 1936 Olympic Gold Medal rowing team from UW.

After we’ve finished our pizzas, my dad drops Evan off at his house. I’m sad to see him go, but I’ll see him again in less than 24 hours at school. We give each other fist bumps, and I wave to him again as he turns around from his front door while my dad backs out of Evan’s driveway.

My dad and I have to empty the truck and my pack when we get back, but I can at least do this on a full stomach. I don’t put away the stuff sack that has Evan’s sleeping bag in it, because I want to experience it more before I have to give it back. Leaving it on the washing machine I tell my dad I’ll get Mom to wash it because I spilled some Calpico on it.

I spend the afternoon working on the book report and Spanish units that are due tomorrow.  Walker sends me pictures from our skit as promised before dinner. Evan has the biggest smile on his face while he’s lifting his scout shirt, but you can’t see his outie at all. I like the last shot Walker sent me the best. It’s Evan and I standing right in front of Walker covered in whipped cream with our arms around each other’s backs. Evan sends me a laughing face emoji when I send it to him.

u done ur book report? He messages me.

yah, just finishing up spanish stuff u? I reply.

barely 2 pages, freaking harper lee 😣 Evan sends back.

don’t knock a classic! I retort.

🙄 is all he sends back.

Before bed, I hang my uniform back into the closet. I guess scouting does define me right now, and if someone like Bryan and my brother can make Eagle Scout and be heavily involved in sports, it shouldn’t be that much of a challenge for me and Evan. I’ve been playing tennis with my mom since I was 5, and the one big thing I was looking forward to in high school was joining the tennis team and finally being able to call myself an athlete. Rowing, however, seems to take much more of a toll on Evan’s body and more of his time.

I can hear my parents have settled into their bedroom for the night and I should get to sleep soon as I have school tomorrow, but I can’t help but think about Evan’s Cat’s Meow sleeping bag still sitting on my washing machine. Peeking out my door, I make sure my parents are already in bed and sneak downstairs in the dark to get it. I flip on the light in the garage and grab the stuff sack with my dirty adidas shorts from the laundry basket. As I make my way up the stairs again in the dark, my steps are only illuminated by the night light in the hall.

I’m already hard and breathing heavily now that I have Evan’s bag all to myself as well as the shorts filled with his cum. I close the door behind me and quickly pull his North Face bag out of my Kelty stuff sack and lay it down on my bed. It’s technically still summer right now and it might be a bit warm to sleep inside in my room, but I want to experience sleeping in the bag again.

After taking off my pajama pants I unzip the Cat’s Meow and look at my dried cum stains from the weekend. I’ve already been inside this bag and blew my load three times in two days, but I’m so horny again right now there’s going to be a fourth. Pulling down the waistband of my UA underwear I rub a clean part of the top of the bag on my erect cock after I get inside it again.

As I pull the shiny shorts over my face I smell the unique aromas from the weekend. My own BO mixed in with Evan and Garrett’s sweat, the campfire from the performances, a mild milky smell from the whipped cream, and finally the most tantalizing smell: the sweet scent of Evan’s dried spunk.

Even though my cock is starting to feel sore from all the attention this weekend, my hormones are sending me into overdrive and I can't resist the urge to stroke myself through the soft lining of the sleeping bag. I position the shorts so that the cum-stained area is pressed against my nose and I stick out my tongue to taste Evan once again. My hand glides effortlessly over my dick, the sensation heightened by the bag's fabric, and I begin to moan softly into the shorts.

As I continue to stroke myself, Evan's smell overwhelms me, transporting me back into our tent. The thoughts of him in his rowing spandex, and his round bum in his scout pants, only fuel my arousal further. I imagine his hand wrapping around my shaft, the way his skin felt against mine when we were exploring each other's bodies.

With each stroke, I feel myself growing closer to the edge, the familiar tightness building in my balls. I thrust my hips slightly, pushing into the sensations of both the bag and my hand. My breathing becomes more labored, my moans growing louder.

Just as I'm about to climax, I tear the shorts away from my face with my right hand, savoring the taste of Evan one last time. I grip my dick tightly, eyes squeezed shut as I thrust harder, the orgasm building to a crescendo. At the peak of my pleasure, I feel a powerful release, hot cum splattering into the sleeping bag as I cry out Evan's name.

I lay there, panting heavily, my heart racing as I bask in the afterglow of the intense experience. The sensation of the nylon still all around me, I think about both of us laying together in this bag after we’ve satisfied each other.

Peeling back the top of the bag I look at the huge mess I’ve made on it. There’s another big blotch and some of my translucent cum hasn’t soaked into it yet. I wipe out what I can with the shorts, mixing my cum with Evan’s dried cum, and throw the shorts to the floor.

My eyes start to shut until I hear a ‘ding’ on my phone.

3 pages, 768 words….faaaack nite man! Evan interrupts me trying to fall asleep.

I close my eyes again and drift off to sleep in Evan’s buttery soft nylon Cat’s Meow thinking about us together again, hoping it will happen soon.