I was about fifteen when this happened. A family moved into one of the new developments in town. I forget where they were from originally. Another state. By our standards, they talked funny.
They had been active in scouting in their old area, so we got three of them. A kid a little younger than me, his brother, a high school senior, and their father who became an assistant scoutmaster. One winter trip, the older boy suddenly stripped bare, grabbed handfulls of snow and started rubbing them on his body.
I was fascinated by his cock. I had never seen a cock of someone that old.
"What the hell are you looking at?" he asked with a scowl.
"You're rubbing snow on yourself," I said.
"Aren't you cold?" asked another kid. Good, I wasn't the only one paying attention to this.
"I'm taking a snow bath, dumbshit." His language often failed to reach the level of decorum that scouts were supposed to attain, but only when the adults weren't at hand. He often spoke with disdain for the rest of us. "You don't want to be all gross and filthy."
We actually preferred to be gross and filthy if it meant keeping warm. His skin quickly turned bright red from the snow.
I think he was done with scouts and ready to move on, but his father was invested in his being in the program. He might have even been an Eagle Scout, though having come to the troop with this attainment.
It was his one year in the troop. Once he hit eighteen, he was out of there. There were no repeats of the snow bath.
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