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.