86 Days of Summer

MORNING WOOD

I woke up to the sound of my tentmates watch beeping. I groaned and put my pillow over my face, before sitting up when the beeping didn’t stop. “Alex! Wake up!” I shouted, just loud enough to snap him wake but not the tents next to them. The thin boy jumped and blinked at me, before sticking his tongue out, turning off his watch, and sitting up as well. We both sat there, rubbing out eyes and feeling the cool morning air on our bare chest and backs. We both slept shirtless during the summer, like most of the boys did. I looked at Alex’s thin, pale chest and shoulders, seeing a few dark black hairs poking out along his body. I looked down at myself, chubby but hairier than Alex was as I already had a full happy trail of blond hair and proud patch of hair in the center of my chest. Alex stood up and my eyes widened as I looked back at him.

My friend was wearing just his boxer friends, which usually hugged his thin hips and ass, but now were tented proudly with his hard cock, morning wood pulsing and the tip wet with precum already as the fabric looked taut over his meat. He seemed unfazed and rubbed his own eyes and yawned. I hungrily stared at that bulge before forcing myself to look away as my friend went about putting on his clothes.

I stood up, my own morning wood, although not as big as Alex’s, just as hard and wet as his bulge had been. With the image of my friend’s bulge still burning in my mind, I turned away, pushed my cock to the side, and pulled on my olive green scout pants.  

In a flash, the two of us were dress. I had on my full uniform: scout shirt, pants, belt, and even socks with a plain undershirt and my still bulging underwear. Alex was dressed the same, as all the scouts were, expect had his shirt unbuttoned and let his undershirt show. We stepped out of our tent, seeing the adult leads sitting by the fire, huddled for warmth and coffee. A few scattered scouts could be seen emerged from their tents, notably Brendan and David, Alex and my patrol mates, who were sat on a log, just beyond the rows of tents, looking out into a flowery clearing and hidden from view from the main fire pit.

Alex walked over, and I followed, the pair of us crunching along some of the grass as we approached our friends, who looked back and greeted us, before we all sat and just watched the sunlight slowly shining over the trees and illuminating the grass and flowers of the clearing. A few squirrels and birds could be seen moving among the foliage. I wordlessly knew that David found this spot. He was notorious for finding the prettiest, quietest spots; which led Brendan to cling to him, using his peaceful spots as smoking spots when he could.

Just as I thought of him, Brendan broke the silence with a dramatic yawn and stretch, wrapping his arms around David and Alex’s shoulders. “So, boys, we have 90 days here and I want to enjoy even one of those days. Agreed?”

“If you subtract the family days here and back home it’s actually only about 86 days.” Alex adds, getting a smirk from me and a pout from Brendan.

“Agreed?!” He asked again, louder.

“Agreed.” Alex, David, and I all half-heartedly said, however all with shit eating smirks on our dumb faces. The three of us had gotten close over the years, having been the only four people in our patrol meant spending a lot of time together and sharing some of our deepest secrets that our troop and families didn’t know. The deepest secret of all, was that I was gay.