Busted!

Yeah, I was playing with fire. You tell a horny teenager to be careful and behave himself.

There was one time where I probably got caught. I'm not sure how much the grownup involved knew what was happening. Probably more than was good for me.

We were on a winter camping trip. The whole troop was sharing a big, open cabin. This was the same trip where Steve had me show my "man cock" to Dave. When it came time to set out our sleeping bags, Don and I put ours close to each other.

"Are you sleeping naked?" he asked me.

"Yes. You?" I whispered back. He said he was. "Really?" I heard his bag unzip a bit.

"Do you want to check?"

What was I thinking? This wasn't in the privacy of a two-man tent. We were in a cabin, surrounded by the entire troop and the adult leaders. The leaders were even awake, since they were taking responsibility for making sure that the fire in the large chimney in the center of the cabin would burn all night. This was not a time when cold was going to drive anyone to share a bag. There was an upper loft area where I had showed my hardon earlier, but we were right down there in the center of things.

I snaked a hand out and checked, running it down Don's hip. Yup. He was naked.

I pulled my hand back and his hand came in to check that I was naked. Of course I was. Would I lie about something like that? I was also hard when his hand grazed my cock.

I snuggled closer, put a hand back into his bag. Yeah, he was hard too.

We whispered and giggled for a bit while we wrestled with each other's cock. Then one of the assistant scoutmasters came over. He tapped the back of my head with a shovel. "Quiet! Settle down!"

That was a shock. I don't know what had been seen, but that was too close for comfort. On the other hand, there didn't seem to be any repercussions. No one ever took me aside to tell me not to grope my fellow scouts. But I was more wary after that.