Okay guys...any of you Boy Scouts with memories to share? Yes, I'll start...
At 15, I was on a Boy Scout trip to the High Sierras for 9 days. I was the only scout who could grow a beard. That would have set me apart right there, but I was also the most well endowed scout and whenever we had our communal dips in the lake, there was no lack of attention given to my penis. Even the scout masters (there were 2 along) looked, though they tried to keep the gawking less obvious. I got hard from all the attention only once, and just stayed in the water until it subsided enough to get out. But even then, I wasn't completely flaccid when I emerged and there were a good number of whispers that circled.
That night, I heard fellow scouters beating off in the tent next to mine. Someone asked me if I had brought any vaseline. I replied that I hadn't, sorry. After he left I jerked off 4 times and made no effort to hide it. I still think that others were listening outside my tent flap, wanting to come in and see my tool in action. Too bad they didn't...
At 15, I was on a Boy Scout trip to the High Sierras for 9 days. I was the only scout who could grow a beard. That would have set me apart right there, but I was also the most well endowed scout and whenever we had our communal dips in the lake, there was no lack of attention given to my penis. Even the scout masters (there were 2 along) looked, though they tried to keep the gawking less obvious. I got hard from all the attention only once, and just stayed in the water until it subsided enough to get out. But even then, I wasn't completely flaccid when I emerged and there were a good number of whispers that circled.
That night, I heard fellow scouters beating off in the tent next to mine. Someone asked me if I had brought any vaseline. I replied that I hadn't, sorry. After he left I jerked off 4 times and made no effort to hide it. I still think that others were listening outside my tent flap, wanting to come in and see my tool in action. Too bad they didn't...