Campout

By Jeff Digger and Greebo Tothe Max (Jeff wrote it and Greebo 
fixed it up)
Copyright (c) 2000 Jeff Digger. All rights reserved. Do not post 
this elsewhere!
Contact Jeff at JeffDigger@usa.net

	Alan and Gamal were whispering away from the campfire, 
glancing at Jason from time to time. It was Jason's first campout 
with the scouts and he was really nervous. At eleven, he was the 
youngest scout. He was supposed to share a tent with Alan and 
Gamal. Mr. Gonnet had asked them to be extra nice to him, but 
since it started getting dark, they had whispered and pointed. 
Jason was miserable. It was going to be a long night.
	Jason dolefully stared at the fire. He really didn't want to 
be here any more. It was a cold November night and no one was 
talking to him.
	"Jason," piped a shrill voice. He turned around. It was 
Gamal. He was thirteen. "Come here." Gamal motioned him away from 
the fire.
	"Why?" asked Jason, suspicious from all the whispering.
	"We want you to hike that hill with us," stated Alan 
hopefully.
	Jason looked at the hill. It was pretty close and wasn't too 
high. Normally he would have jumped at the chance to make friends, 
but he was still having doubts. He looked from Alan to Gamal and 
back. They seemed sincere.
	Finally, he agreed. He got up from the fire and followed the 
two boys. They quickly moved away from the camp and up the hill. 
The hill was higher than it had seemed. All three were panting by 
the time they got to the top. Alan and Gamal looked around as if 
they were afraid they'd be followed.
	Alan started, "You have to swear you will never tell anyone 
what were going to say."
	Jason was surprised by his passion, but still uncertain. His 
almost accusatory "Why?" pierced the night air.
	Alan looked at Gamal. "Gammy you tell him."
	Gammy looked incredulously at Alan. "No. He's got to swear 
first." He looked back at Jason. "Swear that you'll never tell and 
you can be part of our brotherhood."
	This was starting to sound interesting to Jason. "What 
brotherhood?"
	The other two boys studied each other's face, looking for an 
answer. Finally Gammy answered, "You have to swear first or we 
can't tell you."
	"What if I don't want to join."
	"Oh," replied Alan glibly, "you don't have to join. You just 
can't tell. And you can always be our friends."
	"Ok, I swear."
	"No, you have to swear on our butts," protested Gammy. 
'Swearing on a butt' was the latest thing at school. In theory, if 
you broke your promise, you had to kiss the butt you swore on. 
Since no one wanted to kiss a butt, it was considered a solemn 
promise.
	"Ok." Jason stood up and put a hand on each of the boy's 
butts. "I swear on your butts that I'll never tell."
	The two looked at each other, trying to decide if that was 
good enough. "It's too important!" declared Gamal. He's got to 
swear on our bare butts.
	Swearing on bare butts was reserved for only the most 
important things, like saying what girl you really liked. Jason 
had only seen it done once when he went to the bathroom during 
recess. Two boys from the fourth grade had their pants around 
their knees, swearing on each other's bare butts. Jason had 
giggled, but knew enough not to say anything.
	This put things on their highest level. Jason swallowed and 
wondered if he really wanted to make that important a promise. 
Alan and Gamal must really be ready to be friends, because this 
stately ceremony was reserved for your closest friends. He thought 
about how great it would be to have two such close friends.
	"Ok," he whispered. Gamal nodded. The two older boys 
unfastened their pants and let them drop. Jason secretly noticed 
they had big penises and lots of hair, compared to him at least. 
Jason gravely place a hand on each of their butts and, in his most 
serious tone, gave the promise: "I swear on your bare butts that I 
will never tell what you are going to tell me."
	Both the older boys seemed satisfied as the replace their 
clothing. Alan took over the conversation, the promise made in 
such a way that he was comfortable sharing his innermost secrets. 
"You see, both Gammy and I have a problem. We have to wear pull-
ups at night because we wet."
	"You mean you wear diapers?"
	"No, not diapers. Pull-ups"
	Jason was surprised by this revelation. "What's the 
difference?"
	"Diapers have tapes. Pull-ups are just underwear that you 
throw away."
	Jason didn't see the distinction, but didn't want to put off 
his new friends. "Ok." As he said it he realized what they wanted 
kept a secret. They were both in Junior High and would be 
massacred if anyone found out they wore diapers. "I won't tell 
anyone you wear diapers."
	"There's one more thing," intoned Gamal seriously. "You have 
to wear a pull-up too. That way if you tell, we tell on you."
	"I'm not wearing a diaper!" exclaimed Jason.
	"It's not a diaper. It's a pull-up!" Alan sounded like he was 
near tears. Jason looked closely at him. Sure enough, his face was 
all screwed up like someone who was trying not to cry.
	"Ok, it's a pull-up, but I'm not wearing one!"
	"You have too!" Now Gamal sounded like he was going to cry.
	Jason was really upset by this whole thing. He really didn't 
want to wear a diaper, even if it was called a pull-up. He also 
wanted Gamal and Alan for friends, even if they wore diapers. He 
quickly came up with a solution that saved face.
	"Ok. I'll wear a diaper if you two walk all the way around 
camp naked." That made it a dare, and you could get away with 
doing weird things on a dare, like wearing girl's clothes.
	They stared at him as if he had gone bonkers. Then Gamal 
giggled. "Ok, if you do it too."
	Now Jason giggled. It seemed like a fun sort of dare, one you 
could tell your friends about and they thought it was cool. "Ok. 
And you naked butt swear you won't tell either." Jason had gotten 
burned on a non-reciprocal agreement once.
	They boys surveyed the camp from their lofty position. 
Everyone was at the campfire or on the small hill right next to 
camp. They would have to go a long ways around, but it was 
possible. And it was just dangerous enough to make it exciting.
	The boys doffed their clothes and older two put their hands 
on Jason's butt and swore. Jason started to protest when the other 
two put their shoes and socks back on, but they pointed out just 
how many rocks were on the ground. They walked down the back of 
the hill, then headed around. There was plenty of sagebrush 
around, so when they weren't behind a hill, they bent over. They 
were halfway around, when they heard two of the other boys walking 
towards them. They hid behind a clump of sagebrush.
	It was Ricky and Ted. They walked up to a bush, unzipped 
their pants and peed. Jason almost giggled. He could see their 
lily-white dicks from where he was. They quickly finished and 
walked back to camp. Twenty minutes later, the three boys were 
back at the bottom of the hill. Mr. Gonnet was at the top of the 
hill looking at their clothes.
	He noticed them trying to hide behind a skimpy sage bush and 
motioned for them to come up.
	"What are you scouts doing?" he asked with an edge in his 
voice.
	Jason spoke up, knowing his inexperience as a scout could 
easily get them off. "I dared them to walk around camp naked, and 
they dared me back," he said matter of factly.
	"Is that all you did?" His tone communicated that the answer 
to this question was critical.
	"Yes, sir," Gamal replied in his most serious tone.
	"Ok." Mr. Gonnet seemed satisfied. "I really don't want you 
boys to run around naked. Ok?"
	"Ok," echoed the three sincerely.
	Mr. Gonnet turned around and walked off to let the three boys 
dress. They all grinned at each other, knowing they got away with 
a fantastic lark. The moved back to camp, chattering together.
	Mr. Gonnet sent them to bed at eleven. When Jason crawled 
into the tent, he noticed his sleeping bag had been unzipped and 
laid across the tent with the other two. Alan noticed his look and 
explained.
	"If you put them on top and we all sleep under them, we keep 
each other warm." His voice nearly cracked with the hope that 
Jason wouldn't object out loud.
	Jason remembered the scout lessons on keeping warm. You slept 
in your underwear so your clothes didn't get wet from your sweat. 
If someone got hypothermia, you stripped them and yourself to your 
underwear and crawled into a sleeping bag together. He wondered if 
all the boys slept this way, but realized it was unsafe to ask.
	Gamal handed him a pull-up. All three boys stripped off their 
clothes and put on the pull-up. The wrapped the sleeping bag 
around them sitting up as they drank some soda then lay down to go 
to sleep.
	In the middle of the night, Jason needed to pee. Did you just 
crawl out and pee outside the tent, or did you have to walk out 
into the bushes. Either way was cold. He woke up Gamal.
	"I need to pee. Where do I go?" he asked.
	"In your pull-up," replied Gamal sleepily.
	"Oh, yeah."
	Jason found he couldn't pee lying down, so he got up on his 
knees. Finally, he emptied his bladder into his diaper. It was an 
amazing feeling! He felt the pee move up his butt then, after he 
was done, slowly move down as the diaper sucked it all in. He felt 
the diaper. It was all squishy. It felt good too. Jason lay down 
and, happy in a warm diaper, fell asleep.
	Mr. Gonnet came around and shook the tent in the morning. 
Jason nearly jumped through the wall of the tent, thinking Mr. 
Gonnet was going to come in. When the door didn't open, he 
relaxed. Alan and Gamal grinned at his fear, then showed him how 
to put his pull-up in a locking plastic bag. They all got quickly 
dressed, and Jason got a last peek at the other boy's more grown 
up genitals.
	As they were packing up, Jason whispered to Gamal, "Can I 
take a diaper home?" He was surprised at his own nerve, but 
recognized it as the trust of a good friend.
	Gamal looked at him funny, but gave him a diaper. Jason 
stuffed it in the bottom of his pack. He really wanted to try this 
diaper thing again!

Chapter 2 - At home

	Jason was so tired when he got home, that he dumped his 
camping gear in the hall and lay down on his bed. He fell asleep 
immediately. It was dinnertime before he woke up. Groggily, he 
went to the dinner table and sat down. He was so muddled from 
sleep that it wasn't until he started to take some potatoes that 
he noticed the borrowed diaper on his plate.
	He stopped, the spoonful of potatoes suspended in the air. 
His eyes glued themselves to the diaper. His breathing ceased. The 
world came to a standstill and focused all it's energy on the 
diaper on his plate. His mother's tight-voiced words barely 
penetrated his shock.
	"Jason, do you want to tell me what that's about?"
	He gulped once, thinking of his two older brothers and older 
sister staring at him. He gulped a second time, thinking of his 
father's probable deeply disappointed look. He wanted to gulp a 
third time at the thought of his mother's wrath, but it was too 
horrible even for a gulp.
	Jason looked up at his mother, wondering what to say. It was 
clear nothing but the plain truth would do for this moment. 
Anything else would be deadly. "Gamal and Alan dared me," he 
squeaked.
	He dared sneak a look at his dad out of the corner of his 
eye. He was shocked, but the shock was pleasant this time. His dad 
was amused! Jason quickly returned his attention to his mom. Her 
displeasure was clearly intensified by her husband's amusement.
	"What were you going to do with that?"
	Jason looked down at his plate, sullen. "Wear it." He knew 
better than to say any more than was absolutely necessary.
	"That's right. You're going to wear it. And you're going to 
wear a diaper to bed every night for the next month. We'll see how 
you like that." His mother's stern voice told him that there was 
no room for negotiation. "Furthermore, you're going to bed now for 
the night with a bottle of warm milk for your dinner." She nodded 
towards the bottle next to Jason's plate. "March, young man."
	Jason picked up the bottle and stepped lively to his room. 
Though he wasn't punished often, he knew what to avoid. Whining or 
dragging his feet would get additional punishment. Jason was 
disturbed when he heard footsteps behind him. Without glancing 
over his shoulder, he knew it was mom. He knew just as well that 
it meant trouble.
	As he entered his room, he heard the tense voice declare, 
"Take off all your clothes and lay on the bed."
	This really was worse, he decided. His mom hadn't seen him 
naked since he got the splinter in his butt when he was nine. He 
looked at mom and hesitated. She gave him the get-on-with-it look. 
He started to unbutton his shirt, then hesitated again. Her hand 
reached him before he could react and caught his arm. Quickly, she 
spun him around and took a hard swipe at his butt.
	Jason quickly doffed his shirt and pulled off his shoes and 
socks. He nearly hesitated before ripping off his pants, but 
recovered. He lay down on the bed naked and closed his eyes.
	"Lift your legs," mom commanded. Jason's older brother Steve 
had wet the bed until he was ten, so Jason knew exactly what she 
meant. He lifted his legs over his head enough to pull his butt 
off the bed. As his mom slid the diaper under him, his eyes opened 
in surprise. It was a cloth diaper!
	He looked down. It was three cloth diapers. His mom pulled 
his legs down and pushed them apart. She dipped her fingers into a 
square jar and started smearing gooey stuff all over Jason's butt 
and crotch. He had been embarrassed before, but now he turned deep 
red. His mom sprinkled baby powder on him, then pulled the diaper 
up. Jason was relieved to finally be covered. She pinned the 
diaper with two huge safety pins, then pulled up a pair of plastic 
pants.
	"Crawl in," she commanded, her voice a bit softer now. Jason 
crawled under the covers. She stuck the bottle in his mouth, then 
sat on the side of the bed.
	Jason knew he had to cooperate, so he started sucking on the 
bottle. As he sucked it, he looked up at his mom. Something 
strange was going on. The more she gazed at him, the softer she 
looked. As the bottle emptied and his eyes drooped, she whispered 
softly, "It's good to have a baby again."
	Jason fell asleep with these words in his mind. He dreamed of 
being a big baby, crawling, laughing, being diapered and dressed. 
But the best was dreaming of feeding at his mother's breast like 
he'd seen his cousins do. In his dream, it didn't even feel funny, 
but rather wonderful.
	Jason's mom shook him awake early the next morning. "It's 
time for a bath," she whispered into his ear, trying not to wake 
his two brothers in the other beds.
	"Ok, mommy," he replied softly, his mind still full of baby 
dreams.
	He felt the covers pull back, exposing his body to the 
morning coolness. He started to wrap up in a fetal position to 
keep warm, but mommy lovingly pushed him onto his back and spread 
his legs. Dreamily, he felt he plastic pants descend his legs, 
then the diaper pins come off. The soggy diaper disappeared into a 
diaper pail that had surfaced overnight. He felt one arm under his 
bottom and another under his shoulders lift him into the air.
	"You're strong, mommy!" he exclaimed sleepily.
	"Strong enough." Her voice smiled in spite of the effort.
	Mommy deposited Jason in the tub full of warm water. Gently, 
she shampooed his scalp, then washed his body. Finally, she 
drained the water and helped him out. She softly dried him with a 
towel then, wrapping the towel around him, led him by hand back to 
his room.
	By now his brothers were dressing, so they waited outside 
until the older boys were decent. Mommy dressed Jason, pulling on 
his underwear, shorts, T-shirt, socks and shoes. Jason reveled in 
the luxurious feeling of his clothes drawing over his body with no 
effort of his own. Just before they went to breakfast, mom made 
sure no one was in earshot, then whispered into Jason's ear, 
"Should we do this again tonight." Jason vigorously nodded his 
head yes.
	Jason found himself in possession of large amounts of energy 
that day. He got in trouble at school for wiggling too much, even 
by Ms. Hansen's loose standards. Fortunately, her punishments fit 
the crime. She made him run around the school fast. He made it 
before the time was up on the stopwatch, so he got to sit down. It 
was easier to sit still then.
	That night, his mother dressed him for bed early, then rocked 
him in a rocking chair and fed him a bottle while he watched TV. 
His brothers and sister, knowing their mother was strong willed, 
said nothing, not even with their eyes. His dad carried him to bed 
and he had sweet dreams again, especially the dream of nursing. He 
woke up in the middle of the night, his diaper warm with a fresh 
wetting. He smiled and fell asleep.

Chapter 3 - Campout 2

	 Jason chattered with Gamal and Alan as they piled their 
camping gear in the trailer. Jason couldn't wait until he got 
Gamal and Alan alone and told them the good news. They chattered 
in the car for the full two hours of the ride to the campground. 
They quickly pitched their tents and laid out their sleeping bags. 
They scrambled out of the tent and started heading towards the 
stream.
	"Hold on there!" Mr. Gonnet called.
	They stopped and regarded him innocently.
	"Jason needs to pass off his fire building before you head 
out. Will you, Gammy and Alan, help him out."
	They agreed. They older boys quickly helped Jason build a 
fire. Mr. Gonnet gave him one match. Excitedly, he lit the match 
and held it to the tinder. As the tender started burning, he blew 
too hard and blew out the fire. Gammy and Alan slapped him on the 
back and laughed. The same thing had happened to them on their 
first fire. Jason begged for another match and blew more 
carefully. As soon as Mr. Gonnet was satisfied, they ran off to 
the stream. Three other boys had already beat them there, so they 
discarded their shoes and waded upstream.
	"It's so cool!" Jason whispered. His excitement made the 
other boys grin. "My mom puts me in diapers every night now! I 
still have to wake up to wet, but it's so neat."
	"You mean you like to wear diapers?" queried Alan.
	"Yeah. Don't you?" Jason was genuinely confused.
	"I have to wear diapers," replied Alan incredulously.
	"Yeah, but you can like them, too. Don't you?" Jason was on 
the verge of tears. He was sure his friends would be excited for 
him.
	Embarrassed, Gamal barely whispered, "I like them too. I 
don't really have to wet at night, but I do anyway." Gamal glanced 
at Alan wondering how he was going to take it.
	Alan was stunned. He'd never imagined anyone wear diapers for 
fun. It wasn't that it was bad. It was just . weird. Unsure of 
what else to do, Alan shrugged and said, "Ok." To change the 
subject, he challenged them to wade upstream more. The boys set 
out as brave explorers. That was until they found a deep spot in 
the stream and jumped in.
	They found out what boys have learned since mankind adopted 
clothes and swimming: clothes are no good for swimming. They soon 
took off their clothes and hung them on some rocks to dry. They 
jumped and dove and splashed for a good two hours before they 
headed back. Their clothes were nearly dry.
	When they walked back into camp, dinner was over and Mr. 
Gonnet was angry. "Next time, tell me exactly where you're going!" 
he exclaimed.
	The boys showed the proper amount of contrition, ate the 
leftover food, then washed up as their punishment. They in turn 
punished the rest of the troop, as if by agreement, by not telling 
them about the swimming whole.
	At the campfire, they sang loudly and badly, as Scout troops 
have done since the beginning of scouts. Gamal, Alan and Jason 
gave the skit "The Important Papers". For his Scoutmaster's 
minute, Mr. Gonnet talked about being trustworthy and how it meant 
you could be trusted to follow rules. Everyone knew Mr. Gonnet was 
talking about the three wanderers.
	When they retired to their tents, the three boys quickly 
discarded their clothes and pulled on a disposable. Huddled 
together, they slept until dawn.
	They finally let the other boys in on the swimming whole 
after breakfast. The whole troop helped clean up so they could 
head to the water whole faster. Several of the boys, particularly 
the older ones, tried to convince Mr. Gonnet to let them go 
skinny-dipping, but he refused. So they all went swimming in their 
underwear. They soon found that soggy underwear doesn't stay on 
very well, especially when you're diving.
	It wasn't more than a half-hour when all the boys had `lost' 
their underwear as it floated downstream out of reach after an 
especially hard dive. They shouted and laughed and dared each 
other and did belly flop contests until lunchtime. Nate Rivers 
slipped while running over the rocks and cut his butt. All the 
boys teased him while Mr. Clark, the Assistant Scoutmaster, taped 
gauze on his butt and told him to stay out of the water now. Nate 
just lay down on a warm rock, still naked, and laughed at the 
other boy's antics.
	On the way back to camp, Mr. Gonnet made them wade down the 
stream to find their underwear while he and Mr. Clark hauled all 
the clothes back to camp. Ricky Nielsen never did find his.