Nick Gets the Hiking Merit Badge

[NickTwisp]

This Scouting Day Hike actually happened and resulted in me getting closer to obtaining the rank of Life Scout. Some parts of this post are factually true. Some are apocryphal.
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During the last year in which I participated in the BSA program I was within a few merit badges of attaining the rank of Life Scout. One merit badge that I wanted to get was the Hiking Merit Badge. Among other things, it requires four ten-mile hikes and one 20-mile hike. I had already done all the 10-mile ones; I just needed the 20-miler.

Our Scoutmaster was organizing a 20-mile day hike on a forthcoming Saturday. It would take place along a county foot/bike path which originated about 15 miles from where we lived. He had 6 boys signed up for it and needed another vehicle since his truck only seated 3 and he would not allow anyone to ride in the open cab part. After the previous Monday evening troop meeting, my Dad had come to pick up David and me. Our Scoutmaster saw him in the hallway and asked Dad if he would help with the day hike. Now, there was no way my father was going to spend his day off from work walking 20 miles with us. However, he did offer to drive us up there in the morning and return to pick us up later on. His offer to do this was gratefully accepted.

There were times during my adolescence when I really suspected that Dad (sort of) got off on embarrassing his teenage son in various ways. For example, sometimes after a pre-dinner cocktail or two (or maybe 3) my father would make some unsubtle jokes about masturbation, more specifically in regard to me. One night when my buddy David Perkins was staying for dinner, Dad was on his second Manhattan and turned to David and my younger sister and said, "twice each day," while simultaneously pointing over at me. He also made a fist with his right hand and moved it up and down near his crotch.

David, who was certainly no slouch himself in this regard, began to laugh, as did my sister. David then replied to my Dad, "You're right, Mr. Twisp, Nick is just a jerk off junkie." Uproarious laugher followed David's wisecracking remark. Dad almost spilled his drink he was laughing so hard. Even my Mom, who was busy cooking in the adjacent kitchen, was heard to be chuckling at that remark. To be clear, Dad was not too far off numerically in his ribald estimation of my masturbatory frequency at age 14. If anything, he was low-balling (excuse the pun) the true average daily figure.

The following Saturday morning we were all up early. Our Scoutmaster wanted us at the trailhead entrance by 8:30 am for this long hike. With Dad driving his almost new SUV, we picked up David and another Scout at their respective homes and headed out for this adventure. It started out as a cool but sunny day in March with possible showers predicted for the evening. I wore grey jeans along with a flannel shirt and had a light jacket with me. At this point I was beginning to switch over to boxer-brief underwear but still had a selection of white briefs available in my dresser drawer. That particular morning, I selected white briefs, a choice I would regret later that day.

We arrived at the trailhead by 8:15 am. Dad made arrangements with our Scoutmaster to return by 3:00 pm to another parking lot located where our hike would terminate. We all had packed and carried a sandwich lunch our mothers had prepared for us. In addition, key to some forthcoming Nick embarrassment, large troop-supplied water bottles were hooked to our belts. Our Scoutmaster was kind of fanatical about keeping well-hydrated on long hikes. As we began the hike, he periodically encouraged us to drink from the bottle. At one point in the journey, there was available a water pump next to the trail. We were told to refill our water bottles.

Since it was a cool March day, I really didn't sweat that much walking along. Never known for having particularly strong bladder control, the continued drinking of water was having an effect on me. Most of the trail ran through desolate wooded areas, so it was easy enough for any of us to just walk off into the woods and take a leak. For me, that need was occurring more frequently than the others. David would laugh and call out, "Everyone pause for a moment, Nick has to take another piss!" That seemed to amuse my fellow hikers.

As we approached the last 6 miles of the hike, the trail environment gradually changed. Now the trail was bisecting a housing development. Moreover, the weather had changed. Dark clouds had formed in the sky and the rain originally only predicted for that evening seemed imminent. Urged on by our Scoutmaster to continue hydrating, I had consumed most of the contents of my water bottle, including the portion refilled at the trailside pump we had encountered earlier. Once again, I needed to pee.

A few minutes later the sky opened up and a steady rain pelted us. None of us had any real raingear with us due to the prediction of a mostly sunny day. We walked along in the driving rain for a while. I could tell that my clothing was now soaked right through to my white underpants. The flimsy jacket I had brought along was totally ineffective. And my urge to pee was becoming more pronounced.

It then occurred to me that, due to the soaking rain we were experiencing, I could potentially do a very naughty thing. And do it undetected. Walking along I began to relax my bladder muscles. I could feel some warm urine running down my legs. Yes, I was actually peeing my pants as we walked along in the rain. All of us were soaked so how would anyone ever know what I was now doing? Yes, Nick Twisp pissed his grey jeans on the 20-mile merit badge hike!

When we arrived at the designated parking area, my father was already there waiting. The sky had partially cleared, and the rain had stopped. The other boy who had ridden with us in the morning did not need a ride back home; his Mom was there waiting for him, talking to my Dad as their respective vehicles were parked next to each other. Therefore, it would only be David and I riding back with Dad. My sister was also there, having decided to take an afternoon ride with my father. She would subsequently be richly rewarded for this choice. My sister always enjoyed seeing her brother in compromising situations.

With a look of dismay, Dad appraised the condition of David and me. He said, "You two are soaking wet. You're not getting in my new SUV in those clothes." Dad then opened up the back of the vehicle and retrieved a large beach towel. He spread the towel over the back seat of the SUV, covering most of the seat.

With the other boy's Mom looking on, Dad said, "OK, both you and David strip down to your underwear. Then hand me your clothes and I'll put them in the rear compartment. You guys will simply have to ride home, sitting on that towel, in just your underpants."

David, true to his more outgoing personality, seemed to be mostly unconcerned about stripping down to his underpants between the two parked cars. In fact, my buddy, in general, tended to have somewhat of an exhibitionist tendency. There were several other vehicles in various spaces in the lot, and a few others present including our fellow Scouts who had gone on the hike. Before I could really think of trying to talk my Dad out of making us strip, David had removed his pants. He now had on just a sweatshirt, nylon (rainproof) jacket and blue and white striped Calvin Klein boxer-briefs. When he then removed his jacket, Dad observed that the water repellent garment had evidently allowed David's shirt to remain dry. Dad said, "David, you can leave your shirt on since it appears to be dry."

David walked around in back of the two cars and into the middle of the parking lot, affording anyone present an unobstructed view of him in only his shirt and underpants. He obviously was enjoying displaying his boxer-briefs to anyone looking. His Mom had just bought this new underwear for him the previous week, I later found out.

As usual, Dad became impatient with me. "Nick, stop stalling and get out of those soaked clothes. That old jacket you brought didn't keep your flannel shirt from getting wet, so you'll have to ride home in just your underpants." I pleaded, "But Dad, there are some women here that will see me in my underpants." Unmoved, Dad replied, "If you don't get a move on and strip down, I'll make you go home naked! And don't think I won't!" Standing right there was my sister, who was doing nothing to conceal her enjoyment of what to her was a very entertaining situation. I also noticed that the crotch area of David's boxer-briefs seemed to have a somewhat more pronounced bulge than just minutes before. Was David really becoming aroused over my impending parking lot humiliation?

Well through my teens, getting verbally reprimanded by my father, especially in a public situation like this, tended to make me want to cry. I realized that any further discussion of my pending parking lot stripping could potentially result in a me crying in front of everyone present. I pulled off my shirt and flimsy old jacket. Dad put out his hands to receive the garments. Miserably, I unbuckled my jeans, pulled them down and stepped out of them. Now I was standing in a public parking lot in front of various other people of both sexes in just my white briefs. To add to my embarrassment, my underpants in the front had become semi-transparent from the wetness. Since I had previously peed in them, there was a slight yellowish cast to the front of the undies. Unhelpfully, my sister observed, "Gee Dad, I can just about see the outline of Nick's penis through those wet underpants."

The other Scout's Mom also stood close by next to her car. She didn't say anything but was blatantly staring at the front of my underpants. As requested, I handed the wet jeans to my father. As he took them, he became suspicious and held the jeans up to his nose. In an very audible tone of disgust, Dad asked, "Nick, did you wet your pants during the hike? These jeans smell like piss."

David then contributed to the conversation by saying, "Mr. Twisp, the last part of the hike was all through a housing development and all day we were told repeatedly to stay hydrated. Walking next to Nick, I was more than a little suspicious that he was pissing his pants once it started raining." As David offered this unfortunately accurate explanation to my father, he gave a little tug on his crotch area, and it became evident that David had developed at least a partial stiffy. It had long been clear to me that my best friend tended to relish any embarrassing situation that his shy introverted buddy was placed in.

Dad then retorted, "I should make Nick take off those piss-stained underpants. But I could get in trouble if someone on the road observed a naked boy in the back seat." Then Dad added, "Anyway, those wet briefs aren't hiding much." Even the other Scout's Mom kind of chuckled at that remark. David turned to me and added, "What's next, Nick, diapers?"

I managed to keep from crying but just barely. Dad then said, OK, boys, shows over, get in the back seat and sit on that towel. Of course we had to stop for gas on the way home. Dad prolonged the gas stop by going into the attached convenience store and purchasing soft drinks for the four of us. My sister went in with him, leaving David and I alone in the vehicle. During the ride to the gas station, I had been well aware that David had a full erection in his underpants. With Dad and my sister in the store, David began to openly stroke his penis through the fabric.

I cautioned, "David, some other customer could possibly see into this SUV. Can't you at least wait until you're home to jerk off?" David just ignored me and continued to openly masturbate in the back seat of Dad's SUV. As it turned out there was some delay at the store's counter, so Dad and my sister were gone for a while. Just as Dad and my sister finally appeared at the exit door, David was cumming in his underpants. David had just shot his wad as Dad opened the driver's side door and reached back to hand both of us a coke. If Dad or my sister noticed David's flushed post-orgasmic look along with a renewed wet spot on his underwear, they didn't say anything. In fact, the only comment Dad made was to caution me: "Drink that coke slowly, Nick, I don't want you having another accident, this time right in the back seat of my SUV." The remainder of the ride back to town was uneventful. David fell asleep due to the long day of hiking and being properly satiated after his impromptu gas station jack off.

When we got to David's house he retrieved his pants from the back of the SUV. He didn't bother putting them back on. He just nonchalantly walked across the front lawn and rang the doorbell since he didn't have a housekey with him. Mrs. Perkins appeared at the front door and let him in. From what David later told me she didn't even ask him why he was returning from the hike partially undressed. And with an obvious wet spot on the front of his underpants, if she even noticed it.

At our house Dad fortunately pulled his vehicle into our garage, which has a doorway going into the kitchen. So, I was not exposed to any neighbors in my still damp underpants. Mom just gave me a look of bewilderment as I walked across the kitchen in only my white briefs. I headed towards the bathroom to take a much-needed shower, leaving Dad and my amused sister to fill Mom in on the sordid details. Which of course they enthusiastically did.

The following Monday at the evening troop meeting, our Scoutmaster proudly congratulated those of us who had gone on the hike. We would be getting the Hiking Merit Badge!

[NudeBaG]

Is this a continuation of a previous story?
Why not post it in the same thread?

[NickTwisp]

Is this a continuation of a previous story?
Why not post it in the same thread?

"Nick's Campout" is a totally fictitious story depicting a conception of the implications of the current mixed sex "Scouting America" program.

Originally, I had intended to post this "Hiking Merit Badge" short story in the "True Stories" section, however, since I added certain elements that did not actually occur, I posted it here. Most of this story is true, with only a few exceptions.

[Freesub]

Is this a continuation of a previous story?
Why not post it in the same thread?

"Nick's Campout" is a totally fictitious story depicting a conception of the implications of the current mixed sex "Scouting America" program.

Originally, I had intended to post this "Hiking Merit Badge" short story in the "True Stories" section, however, since I added certain elements that did not actually occur, I posted it here. Most of this story is true, with only a few exceptions.

I assume the masturbation isn't true. How much is true?

[NickTwisp]

The true story:
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Factually accurate up until the part of the story taking place in the parking lot at the end of the hike. From there on I embellished the details, shall we say, so I decided to alter where I would post it.

We did not strip down to our underpants in the parking lot in front of others. After Dad spread the beach towel on the back seat of his SUV, David and I got in still fully dressed. When Dad and my sister got in the front seat, Dad looked back at us and expressed concern that our wet clothes might soak through the towel. However, he did not order us to remove any clothing as detailed in the story. It was my buddy David who suggested we take off our pants. David has a kind of exhibitionist streak to him, and my sister was egging him on from her position in the front passenger seat. David indeed seemed to want to display to my sister the CK boxer-briefs that his Mom had purchased for him the previous week. If David got an erection in the car on the way home, I was not aware of it. At this juncture I was cold and tired and not really looking too much at his crotch. Oh, and David put his pants back on when we got to his house. He did not parade across their front lawn in his underpants.

I never removed any clothing; I told Dad that I didn't think the damp clothing would soak through, and he accepted that. The gas stop on the way back never happened and even my pervy best friend would not have masturbated in Dad's car. To my knowledge no one suspected that I had peed my pants during the last part of the hike. Perhaps my Mom might have smelled urine when she eventually did laundry, but she never mentioned it.

The beginning paragraphs about Dad's teasing me during my teen years, more likely to occur after he had a few cocktails, is true. I was an insecure teenager who sought parental approval. It is certainly true that even at age 14 any type of stern reproach from my Dad could and did make me cry.