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Our scout group was going on a week long camp out in central Kansas. There were fourteen of us, and one camp master. All of us were in the age group of 18 - 20. We had not been assigned tent mates, so we had no idea who would be sleeping with who. Our camp master was Mr. Bill Malone. He had been our camp master for several years and was skilled at wilderness camping.

When we finally got to the wilderness where we were going to spend the week, Mr. Malone told us, "You bucks pair up with whomever you want to; only two men to a tent. Unload your gear in the part of the camp where you want to pitch your tent. And don't try to get too much area around you. We need to all be close together. As soon as you pair up and you find your place, drop your gear and come to the bus and I will issue tents to you bucks. Hustle up. We need to get the tents up before sundown." And with that he headed for the bus to get the tents lined up for issue.

My friend of several years, Lawrence, and I planned to camp together, so we both started off for a part of the camp area where we would be on the edge with few tents around us. We found the place and dropped our gear and ran back to the bus to get our tent. Our camp master gave us the tent, poles, tie-downs and stakes and Lawrence and I ran back to our site and started setting up the tent. We both had been on camp trips before so we were through in a short while.

Mr. Malone was unloading the food and other provisions for our week in the wilds. Lawrence and I went over to the bus and started helping him unload. Soon other guys were there helping out. With all the helpers, the site was all in order and two of the guys had gathered some wood and dug a pit for the fire that would be our center of activities, cooking during the daytime, and sitting around the campfire at night sharing our experiences. Most of the evening time would be telling tales in an attempt to scare the guys that had not been camping before now, or had only camped out once or twice. We were allowed to go two-by-two and scout out around the camp site in order to get acquainted with the lay of the land, and to have in mind places that we could get more fire wood. Mr. Malone assigned the task of the digging the latrine to two of the older guys, and they were busy finding an isolated place where they could dig it.

As the sun started to set, we were all alerted by a shrill police whistle that Mr. Malone wanted all of us back in the camp. He had quickly prepared some hamburgers and weiners for our dinner. The whole preparation was soon consumed and then the clean up started with Mr. Malone assigning four guys for the duty for that evening. Lawrence and I were not asked to help, so we went back to the tent to unpack some of our gear.

Lawrence went in first and started unpacking his duffle bag and arranging his sleeping bag along the side of the tent. I followed and was doing the same thing. The tents were rather small so we really didn't have a lot of room to be separated so our sleeping bags were side-by-side. We each had the zipper toward the center of the tent - an arrangement that would be handy during the camp out.

Another loud whistle from Mr. Malone brought us to the campfire where he was standing with clipboard in hand waiting for all of the guys to come sit down on the logs and rocks around the camp fire. After he did a quick count, he started telling us of the camp rules: “No wandering off alone. No fires in the tent area. Lights in our tents would be out ten minutes after he announced that everyone was to stay in their tent, only to leave to take a leak or use the slit latrine.”

He gave all of us a chance to ask any questions we might have and then we had a time of story telling, each guy was trying to make their story wilder than the guy ahead of him. Soon Mr. Malone stood and said, "Okay you dudes. Off to your tents and be careful about walking around in the dark. Always take your flashlight with you. See you in the morning."

With that we all started to our individual tents to bed down for the night. I was the first in our tent. I crawled into the tent and moved over onto my sleeping bag and started to undress. Lawrence came in and started undressing and talking about how much he was looking forward to this time. We both stripped down to our underwear and lay in the light from the lamp in our tent for awhile. Then Mr. Malone called, "Lights out," and we quickly turned off our lamp.

We laid there in the darkness and started sharing some experiences we had had on previous camp outs. Lawrence was moving around a lot on his sleeping bag and I asked him if he was alright. He assured me that the was, but his underwear was not what he slept in at home. I asked if he had any pajamas and he said, "No. I don't wear anything to bed at home. I sleep nude and I like it that way." I told him that I had never tried it and he convinced me that now was the time, so I slipped my underwear off and tossed it under my pillow.

It felt strange to be stark naked in the dark and I started to get an erection. I wondered if Lawrence was having an erection, too. I imagined him having one and I became harder and was trying to slip between the folds in the sleeping bag, when he asked me, "Are you hard?" I hesitated a moment to answer because I feared he might think I was weird to have a hard on. Then he said, "I do," and then he was quiet.

I lay there in the darkness with my hand on my hard on and thinking about Lawrence next to me with his hard cock and I wondered if he was holding himself and playing with his cock like I was. We were both silent for a few minutes and then he asked me, "Do you play with your cock very much?"

I was surprised to hear him ask, but I answered back, "Yes, quite a bit. Do you?"

His answer was, "Yes, three or four times a day."

My mind was starting to create images of the both of us together, in the tent alone and playing with each other’s cock.

To be continued…