On My Honor Chapter I: Call-Out Chad woke up with his heart racing. "Was it a dream?" he thought as he stared up at the netted ceiling of the tent. Gradually he remembered he was at camp and listened for a minute to the sound of the crickets and owls as they broke the silence of the night. Sure it was just a dream, but usually when he had that kind of dream... he was in trouble. He carefully slid his right hand into the zippered side of his sleeping bag and slipped it under the elastic hugging his underpants to his body. He closed his eyes and thought "please, please, please," to himself as he reached his privates. He breathed a sigh of relief as he felt around his hairless organs and was genuinely comforted to find out for sure that it was just a dream. Last night was parent's visitation night and Chad's mom had arrived early to have dinner with her thirteen-year-old son. Last year the dining hall made a buffet-style meal but this year the parents brought whatever they wanted to eat to camp and they ate in the Scout's camp area. After finishing off his tenth piece of pizza, Chad's mom had asked him how the week was going. He knew what she meant and told her that he didn't get much sleep the first night, but Monday and Tuesday night he woke up wet. She comforted Chad and he told her the Goodnites were working and they were enough. She just smiled and kissed him on the forehead and that was the end of that conversation. After dinner, all the Scouts and their families went to the council ring for the campfire. Chad liked the campfires " what boy didn't " but on parents' night they try a little too hard to be "cute" with the skits and stuff. At the end of the campfire, everybody went out to a big field which had three little fires lit on the ground too. Everybody lined up and several kids were pushed out of line and ran toward the fire in the center. Chad knew that since he was fairly new to the Troop, that he wouldn't be called out for the Order of the Arrow, but it was still exciting not knowing if you were next. After the ceremony, the parents said goodbye and Chad managed to give his mom a little hug and a wave and then he wandered down to the dining hall for the cracker barrel. There were about ten tables at the front of the dining hall with a bunch of stuff to eat and drink. There was some kind of casserole with hotdogs and sauce, chips and salsa, cheese, crackers, Tootsie- Rolls, lemonade, you name it. Chad saw a crowd gathering at the end of one of the tables and went to investigate. When he got there he was able to make out some steam or something coming out of one of the drinking jugs. He managed to squeeze in in front of a couple of older kids and knelt down on his knees to see what was going on. "So now that we have some of the water in, and the dry ice... we can add the root beer concentrate." Root beer! Chad watched as the Scoutmaster from one of the other troops kept stirring the dry ice and adding more water. Then he took out a huge four pound bag of sugar and poured it in and kept stirring. Finally the steam or whatever it was from the dry ice got less and less and he put the lid of the jug back on and asked for a volunteer to try the first cup. Chad's hand flew up so fast he almost knocked his Senior Patrol Leader in the nuts and the Scoutmaster laughed. "Ok, here you go." Chad took a sip and found it tasted just like root beer. He started to chug it down and the Scoutmaster laughed again. "I guess it passes. Everybody get a glass!" Chad finished his cup and managed to get another one quickly since he was still near the front. He thought they were going to run out but then the Scoutmaster started making two more batches at the same time. Chad had a small sandwich and some crackers but stayed pretty close to the root beer the rest of the night. The cracker barrel ended at about 11:30 and Chad walked with his patrol back to the campsite. He was exhausted from a whole days worth of activities, seeing his mom, the campfire, and the cracker barrel so he unzipped the tent and crawled into his sleeping bag and fell fast asleep. He didn't even hear his tent mate Joel zip up the tent for the night. He knew that he should have known better. Chad had wet the bed on and off for as long as he could remember, and it didn't seem to stop for summer camp, basketball camp... nothing. He had gone through Cub Scouts without anybody knowing because you never went on campouts, but when he joined Boy Scouts he remembered how scared he was. That's why his mom had bought him some pull-up underwear that was like the ones used for potty training, but for older kids called Goodnites. He could easily wear the Goodnites without anybody knowing. The only thing that scared him was that sometimes he would wet the bed so much the Goodnites wouldn't hold all of it. That's why at home he wore diapers. As Chad thought about it, he had to laugh. Here he had wet his Goodnites in his sleeping bag the last two nights, but the one night when he drink about 5 gallons of root beer he wakes up dry. Typical. Must be God trying to play some kind of joke on him. He realized that he was still cradling his penis with his hand and took it out of the sleeping bag and touched the Indiglo light on his watch. 3:30 am. Chad thought to himself that there was still at least three more hours of sleep so he better be safe. He fumbled around and felt inside his bag and pulled a pair of Goodnites from the bottom. He pulled it into his sleeping bag and managed to get his underwear off and the Goodnites on with little trouble. He dropped the underwear into the "dirty" compartment of the bag and tried to get comfortable again to get some more sleep. He turned on his side and closed his eyes, one hand under his pillow, the other crossed over his chest. He heard Joel rustling around on the ground cloth trying to get comfortable himself. Chad closed his eyes again, relieved that the dream about going to the bathroom in the river didn't make him wet his sleeping bag, but still knowing that he had three more hours left before he could say for sure that he had a dry night. Chad sighed and started breathing deeply. "That's strange," he thought as he lifted his head from his pillow. Even though he knew he hadn't wet his sleeping bag, he was sure he smelled the faint smell of urine. Chad sat up, still trying to make sure that he really smelled what he thought he did. It was pee alright, he smelled it almost every day in various doses. But he was dry and he threw out the wet Goodnites in the pool garbage can this morning. Chad kept sniffing the air and felt his sleeping bag again. Obviously the padding between his legs wasn't wet, and he verified the sleeping bag wasn't either. Chad saw Joel turn over onto his side, which caused the zipper on Joel's sleeping bag to unzip a little. Chad wondered what kind of dream Joel was having to make him toss and turn like that. Then Joel turned again and this time was on his back. Chad turned his mini Mag-lite on the lowest possible beam and squinted as his eyes adjusted. Realizing it was too bright he turned it off again and let his eyes adjust to the single light from the moon again. He sniffed the air again, still smelling the faint odor of pee. He got on all fours and sniffed the air like a hound dog and then realized where it was coming from. Chad got out his Mag-lite again and turned it on, avoiding shining it in Joel's face. Quietly Chad got closer to Joel's sleeping bag which was now mostly open and revealed his grey-boxer briefs hugging his equipment. Chad realized he was staring at Joel's crotch and was somewhat embarrassed when he saw the dark circle on Joel's briefs get bigger. Chad couldn't believe what he was seeing " he was actually seeing his twelve-year-old new patrol member wetting his sleeping bag. Chad knew how embarrassed Joel would feel if anybody knew, but for some reason he couldn't turn away. He just kept watching the grey fabric soak up his pee, and Chad squinted to try and find the source of the geyser but by this time Joel was thoroughly soaked. Chad tried to look closer and then suddenly "What the " what are you..." Joel tried to make sense of what he was seeing, but his foggy mind was still half asleep. "What the heck are you doing, is it time for - " and then Joel felt it. Inside of him every last bit of dignity shrunk even smaller than his privates on a cold winter day. Joel didn't know what to do so he just flung his sleeping bag back over his crotch, realizing afterward that now the other side of his sleeping bag was going to be wet too. Chad turned off the flashlight and tried to think of what he could say. He didn't know who was more embarrassed: Joel for wetting his sleeping bag, or himself for watching him do it. He was still trying to figure out what to say when he heard Joel whimpering. "I'm sorry," Chad whispered. "I didn't mean to... you know. I just looked over and ... I.. I'm sorry." Joel wished he was two. Then he could just cry loudly and his mom would come running and everything would be ok. But not here. One of his best friends in the Troop knew he wet the bed " SAW him wet the bed. Was Chad a perv? Why was he watching me? What now. "I uh... I won't tell if you won't." Joel wondered what Chad meant. Chad wouldn't tell that he wet the bed if he didn't say that Chad was watching him pee... or what. "What?" Joel asked. Hoping for some kind of clarification. "I'm sorry. I ... I saw you and.. I .. I uh... I wondered if that's what I looked like... sometimes." Chad knew he had to come clean if he wanted to earn back the trust of the younger Scout so he wouldn't go around camp calling him a homo. "Look." Chad turned his Mag-lite back on and unzipped his sleeping bag and turned to face Joel. Joel wiped the tears from his eyes and turned and saw Chad shining his flashlight on his crotch, pointing out the bulge. "I do it too. I thought it was me, because I smelled pee, but then I realized it was you and I couldn't stop watching. I know it's weird. I'm sorry. I won't tell." Joel looked Chad dead in the eyes and knew he was telling the truth. Suddenly, the secret he had been keeping from everybody was shared between the two of them. In a way, it was like a big weight was lifted from his back. "Thanks." It was the only thing Joel could think of to say. He grabbed a towel from his bag and laid it down in the sleeping bag and Chad kept his light on while Joel rummaged around in his bag some more. Joel took off his soaked underwear and put it in a Ziploc bag and put it back in his duffel bag. As Chad turned off his light again, Joel went through his bag one last time and then fidgeted around in his sleeping bag and was quiet. The two said nothing to each other the rest of the night, but they both did a lot of thinking. There were still 2 = days left. And two nights. Chapter II: Ordeal Chad awoke first in the morning and touched his watch again. 5:29am. He had set his alarm for 5:30 and, like clockwork he woke up merely a minute before it went off. He yawned and stretched, touching the sides of his tent with his fingertips. As he did so, he was suddenly aware that his GoodNites felt heavy against his skin. Chad instinctively knew what that meant and slid his hand inside his sleeping bag and felt to make sure. Yep, sometime in the last 2 hours he had wet himself. And quite good, too. He looked over at Joel who was still sleeping and wondered if he had wet himself again too. The sun was just beginning to rise and light peeked through the tent openings making a light line down the center separating the two. Chad reached into his bag and pulled out a Ziploc bag and maneuvered his soaked GoodNite off and placed it in the bag. "Yellow and blue make green" he thought as he locked the plastic bag together. Chad grabbed his swimming suit from his bag and put it on. While he was putting on his shoes, Joel woke up and asked if it was time to get up. "Yeah, I'm going to the Polar Bear swim at the pool. Wanna come?" Chad watched as Joel repeated the same morning ritual as he had performed: yawn, stretch, check for wet. Chad could see that Joel was suddenly uncomfortable. "Did you wet again?" Chad asked. Joel was quiet and his eyes looked away from Chad's. "I did. See?" Chad held up his baggy that contained his wet GoodNite. "I always throw it away on the way to the Polar Bear swim in one of the other campsite's latrine, just in case." Chad hoped that talking about it would help Joel not be so embarrassed. Joel thought for a second then replied, "Ok. Hang on." Chad zipped his towel off a makeshift clothesline in the tent and sat back down on his cot and waited for Joel. Joel reached inside his bag and pulled out another Ziploc baggy and pulled open his sleeping bag, letting the zipper go all the way down towards his feet. He pulled his legs up so they were bent at the knees like he was doing a sit-up. When Joel did this, Chad could see what Joel had been looking for in the bag last night when the lights were out. Joel was wearing a regular baby diaper, the kind with one tab on each side. He undid the tabs and then lifted his butt up and slid the diaper out from under him. He then rolled up the diaper and used the two tabs to make it kind of into a ball and then slid it into the baggy. "You wear regular diapers?" Chad asked, not knowing if it was the right thing to do. "Yeah, my mom says they are the cheapest. I tried the ones like you have but they cost like a dollar each or something. Baby diapers are cheaper. Even these Pampers." Joel stood up naked and grabbed his swimsuit from the clothesline and put it on. "Ready?" Chad nodded and they both wrapped up their disposable briefs in their towels and took off to the pool. Even though it was a fairly large troop, Chad seemed to be the only one interested in the Polar Bear swim, so nobody saw them take off. They walked a little while and when they passed the second campsite Chad stopped. He motioned to Joel and they went to the other campsite's latrine and opened up one of the "#2" toilet lids. They both turned up their noses when the smell made it to them. Then they both whisked their Ziploc bags into the hole and heard it hit with a disgusting "splat" at the bottom of the latrine. They closed the lid and continued on to the pool. "So," Joel asked. "Is the water like, really cold?" Chad shook his head and kicked away a branch from the path. "Nah, once you get in it isn't too bad. And if you get enough points, you get a patch." They walked a little more and finally could see the pool about 100 yards in front of them. "I sometimes go just because it's kind of like a shower. A COLD shower, but a shower. Or a bath." "Thanks for, you know, telling me last night. I'm just happy the one who found out knows how it feels." Joel's voice quivered a little. Chad smiled. He knew it was hard to talk about to someone knew, but was glad Joel was opening up to him a little. "It's ok. It's easier when you know someone else. Our old Senior Patrol Leader used to bunk with me because he knew. I don't think he ever told anybody, either. Although that was a little different." Chad smiled as he remembered the first time Brent found out that Chad wore protection at camp. "Different?" Joel asked. They were almost to the pool now and Chad just kept smiling as they entered the gate and found their buddy tags and put them on the board. "I'll tell you later. Not everybody who wears them HAS to wear them." Chad threw his towel across the fence along the outside of the pool deck. "Let's go!" Chad jumped in and did a perfect dive towards the bottom and picked up a diving baton. Joel tiptoed to the edge of the water and stuck his toes in and jumped back. "Hey you lied! It's freezing!" "I said it was fine once you get in, c'mon!" Chad threw his arm back and cut at the water causing a giant splash to hit Joel. Joel shrieked. "Better come in before you freeze to death!" Joel didn't want to be the only kid there scared to go in, so he bit his bottom lip and did a cannonball right next to Chad. KA-SPLOOSH! Joel came up for air gasping. "And when.... exactly.... is it... supposed.... to get.... warm???" Even Joel had to laugh when he heard his teeth chattering like that. "Well, if you can't hold it, it'll get really warm in that spot, that's for sure!" "Ha ha ha." Joel was getting used to the water finally and the lifeguard blew his whistle for the buddy check. Chad held up Joel's arm as they counted pairs of boys and then blew their whistle again for the all clear. "This isn't so bad after all." Joel saw a giant weighted "penny" on the bottom of the deep end and did a surface dive to try and get to it. He had to come up for air the first time, but took a bigger breath and got it the second. He threw it a little farther this time and kept doing so until he was back against the wall in the deep end. Time went by quickly and soon it was 6:30 and they rang the bell for the last time. Chad and Joel quickly grabbed their towels and scurried off to the restroom/shower area and waited in line to take a shower to get the chlorine out of their hair. They showered with their swimsuits on and then dried off the best they could. They then walked back to their campsite just as the Scoutmaster was getting out of his tent. "So," the Scoutmaster said. "You got Joel to go to the Polar Bear, eh?" Joel smiled. "Yep," said Chad. "We gotta change. Wouldn't want to wear WET clothes all day, would we?" Joel bit his lip. They entered their tent and took off their wet swimsuits. "We better put our suits outside until they are mostly dry, otherwise it'll stink up the place." Chad turned around and saw that Joel was laying down on his sleeping bag and had pulled out another diaper. "What are you doing?" "Uh... changing? What are you doing?" "You wear one during the day, too?" Chad had to keep his voice down now that everybody was awake. "Yeah, sometimes I have accidents during the day, too. But sometimes I just don't want to leave a merit badge area to use the bathroom. So... I just go." "Why would you do that if you are afraid everybody will find out that you wear them at NIGHT?" "After breakfast, everybody changes into their swimming suits anyway, right? Well, they all make that swish sound anyway and are puffy, so nobody notices. It's actually easier during the day." This actually made a little sense to Chad so he nodded in agreement. Chad was putting on his socks when Joel asked, "Do you want to try one? Or help me?" Chad froze. His first reaction was to yell "Yes!" to both questions but he slowly turned to Joel while figuring out how to say it. "Ok." That wasn't so hard, was it. Chad kept his towel around his waist while he knelt down, straddling Joel's thighs. "Do you... use anything else?" "Oh yeah." Joel grabbed the bag and put it on his chest and tilted it so he could see in. Chad looked down at Joel's penis just laying there, like this was a perfectly normal thing to be doing. Joel pulled out a bottle of baby powder. "It gets hot." Chad nodded. Joel handed him the bottle and then lay back and put his hands under his head and closed his eyes. Chad, still in disbelief, put down the bottle of baby powder and picked up the Pampers and unfolded it. He suddenly caught whiff of the scent coming from the diaper and smelled it. Chad unstraddled Joel and then positioned himself so that he was between Chad's legs. He had Joel bring his knees to his chest and then Chad pushed him backwards a little bit and slid the diaper underneath him and Joel's legs came back down to Chad's sides. Chad tugged a little on the back of the diaper because it wasn't up far enough around Joel's waist and Joel helped by lifting up a little so Chad could position it correctly. Chad then fanned out the front of the diaper and brought it up to make sure that he had it right. He brought it back down and then generously made the baby powder snow down on Joel's diaper area. Chad took his fingers and kind of rubbed it into Joel's skin, careful not to touch Joel's private areas, but then Joel told him he could rub it in all over. Chad then carefully rubbed the powder into Joel's entire diaper area. He then clapped his hands once to get the powder off of them and then looked down at Joel. Joel was still smiling with his eyes closed and enjoying every bit of it. Chad brought the front of Joel's diaper up and carefully undid the sides and fastened the diaper to the front tape. Chad wanted to make sure he didn't leak, so he slid his fingers in the leg gathers of Joel's diaper and slid them from back to front to make sure it was a good fit. He then pulled up the waistband a little and then patted the front of Joel's diaper. "All done." he said. Joel sat up and slapped the front of his diaper and made a loud "thwap thwap" noise. "Cool. Now you." Chad and Joel exchanged places so that now Chad was lying down on Joel's sleeping bag with his hand behind his head like Joel had been. Joel took off Chad's towel that was around his waist and did a double take for a second. "I wonder if I'll have enough if you have one." Chad said Joel could use one of his GoodNites if they run out. Joel seemed to accept this and continued diapering Chad, paying special attention to Chad's much larger member. "How come mine doesn't do that? I mean... when ... you know." "Maybe you are just so used to being diapered it doesn't matter anymore. I'm not, so my heart is thumping pretty hard. Well, not just my heart." Chad laughed and constricted his muscles to make his penis move away from his body and thwack back down. Joel laughed too. Joel finished diapering Chad and they both stood up in the tent admiring their accomplishments. "It's a little small," Chad said while he felt the diaper. "But it's cool." "Yeah, we look good. Let's go to flag raising." Joel and Chad finished dressing in their Class A uniforms and went to flag raising and breakfast. Chad thought everybody would notice that his face was red since he couldn't get the thought that he was wearing a diaper out of his head. But, like always, nobody noticed. After breakfast he went to First Aid and Joel went to Basketry. They met up shortly before lunch at the campsite and changed into their T-Shirts. "Having fun?" Joel asked. "Oh yeah. And this afternoon is going to be even better." TO BE CONTINUED.