Boy Scout Story

When I was 15, I went on a camping trip with my Boy Scout troop towards the end of fall or beginning of winter. We were in a cabin, and there was a long trail down to a beach. No one went in the water because it was cold, but skipping small rocks and climbing large boulders were very popular activities. Bored in the cabin, a 13-year-old who I was friends with wanted to go down to the beach, but needed a buddy for the buddy system, and I volunteered. Another 13-year-old boy in his patrol wanted to go with us, but we were in a cabin for a while and I wanted to get out anyway.

We were walking on the trail in the afternoon, after we had lunch in the cabin, during which we devoured the troop iced tea. We normally just bring water on trips, but I guess the leaders decided there wasn't a reason not to bring something else. The first boy announces that he has to pee, and the other boy and I decided that it would be most efficient if we did the same. The trail wasn't busy, but we had seen a few other groups pass by. We would normally pee in a line on the side of the trail, but didn't want to get spotted by another group going around the curve.

We knew the trail already and saw an abandoned cabin up ahead. On previous trips to the same spot, we explored it. It was boarded up and the doors were bolted shut. We weren't getting in, nor did we need to, as it provided adequate cover. We got off to the left side of the trail and made our way behind the cabin. There, it had a door in a little outside overhang area. It was almost like a miniature room on the outside, and all three of us were able to stand there with decent room.

We stood apart, did our thing, and planned to head on out, before one of the two 13-year-old boys asked me if I knew how to masturbate. We grew up in a suburban area that was very Catholic and not only opposed to the idea of it but opposed to some forms of technology that they would have used to find out for themselves. In fact, the one who asked had no real electronics at home to do so. I answered that I did know, with a follow-up question from them if I could show them. I hesitated for a minute, thinking if a 15-year-old should be teaching 13-year-olds how to masturbate, but decided it would be find since we had the area as protection.

I stood in the middle of the area and began to do what I had done at home, telling them to follow along as I went. The first one was already hard before doing anything, probably eager to learn. The other had to take a minute to prepare before beginning. I wanted to hurry it up in case anyone found us, so I began stroking faster. They tried to do it too, but couldn't stroke fast using their fist. I told them to use their fingers in a pinch motion and do everything else like I do. After a few minutes of standing there, I came onto the concrete floor. Ironically, the first boy that was already hard at the beginning was able to orgasm but not able to cum, while the other boy was able to cum in clear spurts. That was all we did, zipping up and moving on immediately afterward.

A few months later, over the summer, we attended Boy Scout summer camp, and got a chance to reprise our act. I was supposed to be in a 4-person tent with my patrol, but since there are 5 of us and I got there late, I had to be in the same tent as those two and one 14-year-old. The first night there was their first night at summer camp, having skipped the past few years. They were restless at night, unable to sleep for fear of mosquitoes that plagued the area. While everyone else in camp slept, I thought of a way to calm them down.

The three of us went to the bathroom on the campsite. Inside it was one urinal and two toilet stalls that were all semi-functioning. I grabbed the urinal while the other two grabbed the stalls, and we masturbated by each other one more time. The one who could cum last time finished first, and the one who couldn't finished second, actually able to this time. They got out of their stalls and watched me at the urinal, which was for some reason on the left wall and not straight on, allowing anyone who cared to see anything that happened there. I finished, and we went back to the tent. The 13-year-old boys in the other patrol fell asleep within 10 minutes. That was the last time I ever did anything with them. We made sure that we weren't being too "weird" and kept to ourselves during it but I'm sure my lesson the first time went a long way in their lives.