Acamping We Will Go – Part 1
by
Caliboy1991
Chapter 1
“Looks like they put us on the ass-end of the camp,” Chris said as he put his backpack and cot down next to mine.
I couldn’t have agreed with him more as I sat down on at the lone picnic table in our campsite. I was tired from the long walk from the camp registration in the dining hall. A quarter of a freaking mile, at least three times a day. God knows I’ll get my exercise this week.
I said, “I think we’ve been snookered, Chris. This doesn’t look anything like the pictures from the website.”
Chris’s laugh was warm, friendly, and dare I even think it, a bit effeminate. “I know. Some of the sites along the way were certainly nice enough. I guess this is where they stick the provisional troop.”
I suppose it could be worse. A couple of yards away from the table was a sizeable iron-rimming fire pit, suitable for roasting hotdogs and fixing smores. There were a few tents north of the fire pit and a few more south of it where we’d call home for the next six days. Beyond the firepit and the tents was an old latrine. It looked like something built forty years ago. Now, it’s not like the camp made you use them. There were modern showers and toilets near the dining hall. I’d already checked out the women’s bathroom and showers and found them to be adequate, if barely.
But a quarter-mile hike every time I wanted to piss or poop? I wasn’t sure which I liked less; the idea of the hike back or the primitive look of the facilities in our campsite.”
As several of the boys raced toward the latrine, I shook my head, “Being provisional kinda sucks.”
Chris laughed, “No kidding. We made our reservation before Christmas, but when our Scoutmaster had a heart attack, the troop was forced to cancel. Still, my son and a couple of other boys wanted to come, so I got us on the provisional list.”
I knew that score. “We’ve been struggling since we formed our troop at the beginning of the school year. You know the routine,” I made my voice sound as deep as I could, “We can’t have Scouting without volunteers, so who wants to help their son and join?’ They were close to giving up when Gavin wore me down, and I became the second leader.”
I nodded toward my son, who was crossing his legs in that universal signal of needing to pee, waiting for one of the other boys to get finished in the latrine. His auburn hair, the same color as mine, was plastered to his forehead, and he was shorter than the other boys, although not by much. His birthday was later in the summer, and he’d be twelve then. I hoped he’d finally hit the growth spurt that most of the other boys seemed to have found.
Chris pulled his phone out and, after looking at it, grumbled, “Service sucks. I had hoped to call Glenn and tell him we’d made it. How’d you get roped into being one of the provisional troop’s scoutmasters? Not many women are interested in spending a week in this god-awful heat.”
I shook my head and laughed. “Carl, our Scoutmaster, couldn’t get off from work at the mill. Not sure he tried very hard, though. His grandson was the only reason he volunteered, and well, Brayden isn’t here, so Carl didn’t come either. Gavin wouldn’t stop bugging me about it, so after finding out about the provisional troop, we signed up anyway. It’s just me, Gavin, and those two hell-raisers over there,” I pointed to where two boys were setting up their cots in one of the wall-tents.
Two other boys from Chris’s troop were dragging their backpacks over to one of the other tents on that side of the firepit. The last boy from Chris’s troop came out of the latrine and ran over to him, sweat pouring down his face from his curly blonde hair. He was at that stage of boyhood, where puberty only hinted at its arrival. He stood a bit over five feet, and his cheeks were rosy, either from the heat or from that stage of development that defines early adolescence.
He seemed friendly enough, and I thought Gavin would enjoy bunking up with him.
The boy sidled up to Chris, “Dad, can we take that tent,” he pointed to one of the tents north of the firepit, closest to the latrine.”
“Sure, Ethan. I’ll be over that way in a moment.”
He shot me an apologetic smile, “Uh, I know we’ve got six boys in camp. And you probably thought your son could bunk up with one of the other boys. Uh, I promised Ethan that he could tent with me.”
The Scouts were a bit paranoid about having at least two adults at each campsite, and while the boys weren’t supposed to share tents with adults, there was always an exception for parents and their children.
There was nothing I could say about it. I really couldn’t blame Ethan for wanting to be with his dad. But it created an issue and one that I needed to figure out as I saw Gavin coming from the latrine with a look of relief on his face.
He saw Ethan and Chris putting their things in their tent, and as he came over to me, he said, “I thought me and Ethan would be camping together.”
At that age, boys are quick to befriend each other, and since they’d met at the registration table, Gavin and Chris’s son had been chatterboxes.
I tousled his damp, sweaty hair, “I guess he and his dad made other plans, Gav.”
I pointed to the tent two over from where Chris and his son were setting up and said, “I think I’m going to take that one. You can share with me if you want, or you can have a tent all to yourself right next to Ethan’s.”
I helped Gavin take his backpack and cot to the tent between mine and Chris’s and then got my stuff into my tent. I was running a bit of twine from one tent pole to the other to make a clothing line when Gavin lugged his backpack over and said, “I don’t wanna be by myself, Mom.”
A few minutes later, we moved the rest of his stuff into my tent and soon had both cots set up. As we rolled up the tent’s side-walls, a battered golf cart came into the site. I recognized the camp director as he slowed the cart to a crawl.
He said, “Swim tests start in thirty minutes. Bring your physicals and come on down to the pool then.”
Without waiting for a response, the cart puttered away, kicking up a cloud of red dirt behind it. I had just finished tying back one of the front tent flaps. I undid it and let it fall back into place, “I’ll let you change first, Gav.”
He poked his head out the flaps and said, “Alright. I’ll be quick.”
All of the boys wore shirts along with their swimming trunks. The hot sun would burn them just as quickly as give them a tan. I traded places with Gavin and fished my one-piece blue swimsuit from the pack. As I stripped off my panties, I heard Chris say, “Gabe, get your ass back over to the table.”
The offending boy said, “But Chris, I wasn’t going near Ms. Wilson’s tent. I swear!”
I chuckled as I stepped into the suit. Boys will be boys. They were all within a year or two of Gavin, so I took it as innocent curiosity.
After pulling on an old T-shirt, I rolled up the flaps on the tent to let in as much breeze as possible before Chris and I corralled the boys and started the long walk toward the pool.
***
That evening, after we’d trudged back to our campsite in the dark, I grabbed some water from the five-gallon water cooler provided by the camp and sat at the picnic table. Chris sat beside me as the boys prepared for bed.
He said, “I hope Ethen enjoys this. By the time I’m done, my legs are going to be little stubs. Next year, I’m going to take him to Disneyland. Anything but Scout camp.”
I smiled at him as his phone rang. He gasped, theatrical like, “Sweet baby Jesus! I’ve got a bar!”
When he answered, I tried not to listen to his call. But he was hard to ignore, sitting next to me as he said, “Yeah, Ethan misses you too, Clay. Yes, I’ll make sure to give him a kiss from you. Alright, I love you, too.”
After he made a kissing noise at the phone and disconnected the call, he glanced over at me and gave me a coy smile.
I didn’t know what to make of it. It’s two thousand and twenty, so it’s not like the Scouts have a problem with a gay scoutmaster or anything like that. Hell, they’re hard-up enough for volunteers as it is, they don’t turn very many away these days. I said, “When’d you adopt Ethan?”
He leaned forward as he said, “About eight years ago. Clay had adopted Ethan before his wife died from cancer. Of course, that was before he came out.”
A couple of boys had towels around their necks as they walked over to the latrine. The toilets were on one end of a long ribbon of cement while showers were on the other. A corrugated metal wall ran around three sides of the shower pad, from about six inches above the concrete to a height of six feet. The opening faced away from the camp toward a tangled thicket of mesquite brush and thorns a few yards away. A couple of metal pipes rose from the concrete pad, making sharp turns once they rose above the shower walls before spraying a mist of cold water on whoever was brave enough to risk the primitive set up.
Chris said, “After today, I think I’m going to get a shower after the boys finish up.”
I knew there was no way I would hike back to the ladies’ shower, not this late. But I wasn’t sold on using this one, either. “Tell me how it goes. I can’t believe they’re still using these in Scout camps.”
Chris chuckled, “Most of the campsites are better than this one. I wonder if they over-booked camp and put us in this one because it was all they had left.”
When the two boys finished, we saw their flashlight as they came out of the shower. It was too dark for them to see Chris and me at the table. And had it not been for the flashlight, we’d have not noticed that both boys were walking back to their tent with their towels draped over their shoulders and nothing else on but some flipflops.
I could see Chris about to say something. I put my hand on his arm and whispered, “No, they don’t have a clue we’re sitting there. They’re boys at camp. There’s no harm in that.”
“Alright. But I don’t want them strolling around camp with nothing on but a smile, letting their little dicks swing between their legs because they want to impress the beautiful lady Scoutmaster.”
Knowing Chris was gay, I was a bit taken aback by the compliment. I knew I was good looking, if short, petite women are your thing. I’m not blind, and I’m not given over to false modesty. But the truth is, I’d not given a second thought to any other man in the time since Matt died.
I smiled at him in the darkness. We were close enough for us to see each other’s features. “I didn’t think you’d notice.”
He leaned in against me, “Girl, I’m gay, not dead. You may not be my type, but if I were straight, I’d be so envious of Gavin, sleeping right next to a beautiful woman.”
We talked for a bit longer, each of us sharing how we’d come to this point in our lives. Eventually, as the lights in the tents went out, Chris said, “When I’m done with my shower, if you want, I’ll keep an eye on the boys, make sure they leave you alone. Unless you want to walk back to the women’s showers.”
I sniffed my shirt and could smell my sour sweat. “Are you trying to tell me I stink?”
Chris got up and said, “Those are your words, not mine.”
I got up and said, “Thanks. Let me know when you’re done. I’ll take you up on that.”
A bit later, I stood under the cold water, washing to sweat and dust from my tired body. It felt weird standing, exposed to the pitch-black woods less than twenty feet away. I’d seen the area in the daylight; I knew nobody could spy from over there, not without risking a trip to the emergency room. But that didn’t make the weirdness go away even as I scrubbed my short hair or my naked body.
It felt all the weirder, walking back to my tent wrapped in just a towel and wearing sandals.
While the wall flaps remained up, giving us a nice cross breeze, the end-flaps were closed, affording me some privacy. Gavin was asleep already. His steady breathing music to my ears. I took off the towel and draped it over the clothesline I’d put up earlier. Seeing Gavin’s sleeping features as I stood in the middle of the tent, naked as the day I was born, felt more than just a little weird. It felt forbidden. As I pulled on a pair of panties, I was a bit disturbed about how I felt a bit turned on by my own nudity.
Once I put a shirt on and climbed into my sleeping bag and closed my eyes, the last thoughts I had were of Gavin opening his eyes and seeing me exposed.
***
When I received a flyer at school announcing that there was going to be a Boy Scout troop in our small town, I was excited and waved the flyer around in my mom’s face when I got home. I guess I annoyed her enough that she agreed to take me to the meeting.
While I played outside with the other kids, the adults met inside, and before I knew it, Mom had volunteered, and she was one of the scout leaders. I thought that was pretty cool, even though I didn’t want the other boys to think that. After all, Scouting is about hiking and camping and doing fun stuff outdoors with other boys and the men leading the troop.
If my dad were still alive, I know that he’d have been an awesome Scoutmaster. But he died a few years before, when he was hit and killed by some drunk guy when he’d been writing someone a speeding ticket on the side of the road.
Still, Mom was a lot of fun to be around, although, as I said earlier, I’d not admit it to the guys. She was young, a lot younger than some of my friends’ moms. I guess that’s what comes from having me when she was still in high school.
The first six months was a lot of fun, as we earned advancements and merit badges. But around spring break, my friend Brayden got a girlfriend and stopped coming as often. Well, his granddad was the Scoutmaster, and that kinda made things difficult because sometimes the meetings would fall on Mom to put them together.
In the middle of all that, we got some stuff in the mail about summer camp. I pestered Mom until she agreed to look at it. When she found out that a couple of the other boys in the troop were really interested in going to camp, she made some phone calls and got us registered.
When we got to camp, because there was just my mom, as the Scoutmaster, and me, Jake and Tyler, they put us in a provisional troop with another group that only had one Scoutmaster. That’s when I met Ethan. He’s the coolest kid. He’s going to be in the seventh grade, too, in the fall. Because the other boys all seemed like they were going to partner up with each other, I just assumed that Ethan and me would too. I was shocked when we got to the campsite to learn that he wanted to share his dad’s tent.
One of the reasons I love my mom is that she’s thoughtful. She offered to let me have the tent between hers and Ethan’s, but when I got in there, I felt so alone. I couldn’t bear the idea of spending an entire week by myself in that tent. But when I came over to her tent, she made a spot for me and helped me set my cot up and unpack for the week.
The rest of the day was full of activities. We took a swim test, and the lifeguards colored my swim token red, which meant that I could swim in the shallow end. I was disappointed because Ethan’s token was colored red and blue so that he could swim in the deep end, too. Before supper at the chow hall, we sang some silly songs before they lowered the flag for the day. They even had a big bonfire that evening, and it was pretty late by the time we got back to our campsite.
Some of the boys got showers, but I was tired, so I got undressed while Mom was outside talking to Ethan’s dad, and went to sleep.
I woke up when I heard a noise, and when I opened my eyes, I saw my mom coming back in from the shower. From the moonlight shining through the opening, I could see she only had a towel wrapped around her. I didn’t want her to get uncomfortable with me, so I pretended to be asleep. She turned on an electrical lamp hanging down from the center beam. I don’t know what I expected next, but when she took her towel off, that’s not what I expected.
My friends had always told me my mom was sexy, but I’d never thought of her like that. She was my mom, after all. But when that towel came off, my eyes, mostly-closed, saw all of her woman parts. Unlike some of my friends’ moms, who I’d seen in their swimming suits, Mom’s boobs didn’t sag. They were smallish and perky. And the prettiest things I’d ever seen at that moment. I’ve seen pictures of naked women online, so when I looked down at the slit between her legs, I’d expected a lot of hair, like those pictures showed. Instead, she had a small patch of short, curly brown hair running from her slit up a few inches. And that was all.
Over the past couple of months before summer camp, my pecker had been getting hard at inconvenient times. And right then, with my mom in all her naked beauty, my pecker poked against my underwear.
I know I should have slammed my eyes shut. But my mom looked absolutely gorgeous. Now I understood what my friends had been talking about.
The moment passed, though. She slipped into a pair of panties and put a T-shirt over those beautiful, perky boobs before she turned the lamp off, throwing the tent back into darkness.
She crawled into her sleeping bag, and before long, she was asleep. But whenever I closed my eyes, those stunning boobs filled my mind. I couldn’t resist, and my hand slipped down to my pecker, where I played with it until it felt good. A few minutes later, I turned onto my side, and I fell asleep.
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