Scouting America/ Nick's Campout
Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2025 2:17 am
Since 2019, the traditional Boy Scout program has changed its official name to "Scouting America" or "Scouts BSA." Girls ages 11-18 are currently welcome to join troops. Women have actually been allowed to serve as adult leaders since 1988. This short story is my imagination of what it could have been like if girls had been in the program when I was a Scout and participated in our overnight weekend camping trips.
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Our final overnight camping trip before the summer break was scheduled for the first weekend in June. Recently, two girls, Cecila and Tiffany, had joined our troop. In the meantime, Cecila's mother had become an Assistant Scoutmaster in the troop. There was some degree of unease among us guys about this development. Troop meetings on Monday evenings did not really change all that much, and we got along well with our two female fellow Scouts. There was concern, however, if an overnight camping trip with females present could present some challenges. Cecilia was my age, 14 and went to the same school as I did. She was in a few of my classes. Tiffany was two years her senior at age 16. Mrs. Abernathy, Cecilia's mom, was an attractive woman in her mid-40s. When Mrs. Abernathy had assumed the role of Assistant Scoutmaster several months earlier, she made it clear that it was important that the girls be treated no differently due to their gender and afforded every opportunity to succeed in the Scouting program.
The upcoming overnight included a canoe trip. Scouts would be dropped off about 10 miles up the river from the designated campsite that was within a state park. Our male Scoutmaster would canoe with us while the Assistant Scoutmaster would drive her SUV to the campsite along with our tents and personal gear. We would set up the tents and get otherwise organized after canoeing the 10 miles down the river.
Saturday morning, we arrived at a canoe rental facility on the river and our Scoutmaster did the paperwork. We were assigned canoes, two guys to each one. My best buddy David Perkins and I shared a canoe. Cecilia and Tiffany were in a canoe together and made somewhat of a show of being just as able as us guys to steer and paddle this small boat. About 14 other guys were in the remaining canoes. Down the river we went. It was a warm June day, and we were not required to wear our uniforms. I had on jean shorts, a BSA t-shirt, blue boxer-briefs underneath, and sandals. And of course, per Scouting rules, we all wore life preservers.
This event occurred during a relatively sensitive time for me in my journey through puberty. A month before, I had turned 14. A week after my birthday, something new to me had happened one night while I was masturbating in my bed. As a particularly pleasurable orgasm overtook me, I felt a dampness in my pajamas. As the pulses faded, I reached down to my crotch area. The front of my PJs were soaked and there was some liquid that had gotten on the bedsheet. In a moment I became cognizant of what had happened...I had actually ejaculated! David and I had discussed this numerous times since he had reached this male pubertal milestone a few months earlier. He had even given me a live demonstration of his new capability one day after school in the tool shed behind his house. So, I knew the score. I put on clean pajamas and worried over what would happen if my Mom noticed the resultant stain on the bedsheet. As it turned out, if she did nothing was said about it.
In the intervening weeks, I noticed a change in my penis's sensitivity. More frequent erections occurred in school and elsewhere. And if I so much as touched that area (even through my clothes) my erect penis would almost instantly be on the verge of an ejaculation. One day in school during an assembly in the darkened auditorium, I had developed a particularly persistent erection. David was next to me on the left and no one was to my right. I reached down and began to try to adjust my penis through my pants and underwear to get it a bit more comfortable. Once I touched myself the waves of pleasure immediately began. The feeling was so intense that I just wanted to touch it a little more. David noticed and whispered, "What the fuck are you doing, Nick?" Just as he said this, I went over the edge. I could not stop; the so-called point of no return had been reached. Waves of lust overcame me, and I shot a load into my pants as David observed in amazement. Two girls seated in the row directly in front of us heard a groan that escaped my lips and turned around. I'm not sure if they knew what had happened; and later I really did not want to think that they might have realized the depravity of what I had just done in the school auditorium. When the assembly concluded, I used a notebook from my backpack to cover the wet stain on the front of my pants. For the remainer of the school day, I had to go around and sit in class in the crotch dampness, praying no one except David would become the wiser.
As we canoed down the river, as usual I developed a persistent erection. That morning in our house things had been kind of rushed. I was going to jack off before getting dressed but my father had been pounding on the bedroom door, saying, "Whatever you're doing in there, Nick, and I think I know what, stop it and get dressed. We need to have breakfast quickly and get you out to the church where the troop is meeting for the overnight." I had just been on the verge of cumming. Instead, I pulled on the rest of my clothes. I really didn't want Dad to open my bedroom door and catch me 'dick in hand,' so to speak.
I was in the bow (front) of our canoe as Cecilia and Tiffany's canoe pulled up beside us. Tiffany looked into our canoe and then directly at me. I'm fairly certain that she realized that her fellow Scout was enduring a raging stiffy. Jean shorts and boxer-briefs can only hide so much. Tiffany giggled and said, "Is everything all right in there guys? Anybody having a hard time?" I just kind of squirmed and replied, "No, we're fine." Cecila then smirked and added, "Just let us know if any difficulty pops up." Tiffany interjected, "Yes, as your fellow Scouts, we would be glad to help you with any little thing." With that both girls laughed merrily as they pulled ahead of us. David chortled and said, "Those girls know you're a fucking horndog, Nick, who can hardly keep his dick in his pants."
Soon the river became much more unsettled. The weather had been rainy in the past few weeks, so the water was higher than normal. We reached a stretch of rapids; David was doing his best to control the canoe from his position in the stern, but he was struggling. Suddenly, we hit a rock as we crested a large wave. The canoe listed to the right and then turned over, throwing David and I into the river.
We both were good swimmers and once I came up from being momentarily submerged, I realized I was standing in about 3 feet of water. However, the water was kind of slimy and from my knees down there was a brackish silt. By the time we were able to grab back onto the canoe, we were both covered from the neck down in this brown silt that comprised the river's base. We were the only ones whose canoe had turned over. Some of the other Scouts began to laugh as they helped us right the canoe. We sat back into the now up righted canoe. Both David and I were a muddy slimly mess. We paddled on towards the campsite.
As soon as we arrived, Mrs. Abernathy, our Assistant Scoutmaster, noticed the condition that David and I were in. We were covered in a brackish slime. She asked, "What happened to you two?" Before either David or I could form a response, Tiffany chimed in, "Oh, those boys had their canoe tip over in the rapids back there. I suspect they were thinking of other unrelated things besides what they were supposed to be doing. Nick here is especially prone to untoward distraction. Fortunately, we were all there to help them," she proudly stated.
Our Scoutmaster was standing there on the riverbank. He stated, "Well guys, fortunately we're in a state park. Right in the center of our campsite is a water spigot with a garden hose and nozzle we can attach to it. We can get you guys all showered off and then you can put on the extra clothes you brought in your backpack." He added, "Now, I have another Scout with a skinned knee whom I have to give some first aid attention to. Assistant Scoutmaster Abernathy can lead you both over to the spigot and help you get that awful muck off. I have several towels in my truck that someone can bring over for you to dry off with after your showers."
Immediately I sensed the danger of potential embarrassment that could be in store for us. As we were led over to the spigot, I observed that it was simply a pipe anchored to a small wooden plank platform. There were no barriers around it. Cecila, Tiffany, and several other Scouts, all followed us over. Tiffany and Mrs. Abernathy began attempting to attach the hose to the spigot pipe.
Then the dreaded words were uttered by our female Assistant Scoutmaster: "Nick, you can go first. While we're fixing this hose, please get out of your clothes in preparation for your shower."
I was dumbstruck! I was being asked to undress, possibly all the way, out here in the open in front of Mrs. Abernathy and the two girls, not to mention the rest of the troop who had now gathered round to watch what would likely become the main event of the day. I began to plead my case. "But Mrs. Abernathy, there is no privacy here, everyone will see me undressed. Could I just take off my shirt and leave the rest on, please?"
Our Scoutmaster, a rather large and imposing man, was sitting on a bench a few feet away bandaging up another Scout's skinned knee. He bellowed, "Nick, I don't have time right now for your nonsense! According to the new Scout program, we're supposed to encourage cohesiveness among our mixed sex troop members. It doesn't matter that you'll be undressed in front of everyone here. Things like this can happen on campouts, always have, always will. Just put aside any discomfort and do as Mrs. Abernathy requests."
Now I was on the verge of tears. Couldn't the adult leaders understand how humiliating it was going to be for me to get undressed in front of our Assistant Scoutmaster and two girls, one of whom was a classmate of mine in school? I tried to bargain: "Could I just take off my jean shorts and leave my underpants on," I plaintively asked?
Cecila chimed in, "Mom, don't you think it would be more efficient if Nick took everything off?" She had a glint in her eyes as she said this. Mrs. Abernathy replied, "Indeed, now stop stalling Nick and get those clothes off."
Fighting back tears, I lowered my jean shorts and took them off. Now I was unhappily standing there in front of everyone in just my blue boxer-briefs. Pausing for a desperately hoped for reprieve, I let out a muted sob and once again asked if I could avoid full nudity. "Come on Nick," Mrs. Abernathy gently intoned, "there's nothing to be ashamed of. We're all fellow Scouts here and just want to get you cleaned up."
Hands shaking, I lowered my boxer-briefs. As I put them on the bench, I tried to keep my back to the attentive group standing around near the platform. Thus far, perhaps everyone had only gotten a fleeting glimpse of my penis. Mrs. Abernathy was still trying to get the hose fitted to the spigot pipe, so I sat nude down on the bench, keeping my legs together in an attempt to at least temporarily hide my genitals from the crowd. Here I was, sitting here on a bench totally naked in front of the entire troop which included an adult female leader and two teenage girls. With my left hand I brushed back a tear that had run down my cheek. I was trying not to let everyone see me cry which would only add to my abject humiliation.
I sat there naked for about five minutes. Finally, Mrs. Abernathy with the help of several others succeeded in properly securing the hose to the spigot. Then they screwed in a nozzle to the hose end. In a cheerful voice, Mrs. Abernathy stated, "We're all set, Nick, just step over here and we'll get the job done."
Having no options left, I gingerly arose from the bench. I didn't see any point in cupping my hands over my private parts. I had to somehow accept the fact that I was going to endure the shameful full-frontal public nudity that awaited me. I stepped forward towards the hose, affording everyone gathered there (over 20 people) an unobstructed and very clear view of my penis and balls.
Mrs. Abernathy began by spraying my upper chest with a surprisingly forceful stream. I noticed that Cecila could adjust this by turning the faucet knob one way or the other. Mrs. Abernathy then said, "Turn around, Nick, so I can do your back." I did so and she began to spray my upper back. Naturally, everyone now stared at my exposed posterior. The spray kept getting lower. Soon she was directing the spray right on my ass, even a bit against my crack. This pressure on my rear end caused an immediate reaction. My penis began to harden, when the time came to turn back around, everyone would be able to view my stiff penis!
"Turn back around, Nick," Mrs. Abernathy ordered. As I did so I could see eyes widen within the appreciative audience. My penis had gone to a full erection. There were a few audible gasps, but no one said anything else. Then Mrs. Abernathy turned to Tiffany and said, "My arm is getting tired. Since you're older, could you continue spraying Nick?" Eagerly, Tiffany took the wand and pointed it right at my crotch area.
Tiffany moved closer to me and said to Cecilia, "Could you turn down the water pressure volume just a bit, I'm going to clean Nick's private area." Cecila did so and the volume of sprayed water became less intense. Tiffany was within arm's length of me. She bent down slightly and directed the spray straight to my rock-hard penis. The feeling was electric. Despite my absolute embarrassment, I began to feel waves of pleasure emanating from my groin area. I realized that the force of the water hitting my penis was now giving me the same sort of pleasurable feelings I would get when I used my hand to stroke my hardon. In private mostly although in a few instances with David watching.
I'm not sure that Tiffany realized at this point that she was bringing me to the edge of orgasm. Probably, being 16, she might have. She lowered the hose and began to spray my legs. I could feel myself backing away from an almost unimaginably humiliating reaction occurring in the midst of the entire troop. She sprayed my feet and then I thought we would be done.
But no, Cecila then suggested that she spray my entire body once more just to be sure I was fully free of the brown muck. As Tiffany sprayed my chest, I could feel my still erect penis begin to pulsate. Tiffany then lowered the spray, directly onto my penis and kept it there.
I could not let this happen! I groaned as waves of pleasure once again engulfed my midsection and whispered, "Tiffany, you'd better stop. Something is going to..."
Too late, my body shook and quaked as I stood there ejaculating in front of the entire troop. Tiffany backed away quickly as wave after wave of semen jetted out of my penis onto the wooden platform. Indeed, Tiffany just barely escaped being struck in her arm by a wave of my jism. I was lost in the moment, no longer aware of what I was doing in such a public setting. The orgasm that Tiffany had just given me using the spray nozzle of the hose was very intense. Perhaps the most intense cum I had experienced since I had acquired ejaculatory capability the month before.
As I began to come down from this ecstatic orgasm, my body became very weak, and I sat down on the bench. Cum was still splotched onto my upper legs. For a time, I was so out of It that I'm not even sure who it actually was that brought a towel over and wrapped it around me. And I really didn't care. My disgrace was complete. I would never live this down. Cecila might even tell stories in our school about what her classmate Nick had done in the middle of a campsite at a state park. And with the entire Scout troop awestruck watching. If she told would other students think that Nick Twisp had wanted to cum as a crowd watched?
I was only vaguely aware that our Scoutmaster had gone over to where most were still gathered at the spigot. Then I realized that David was standing there shirtless but still dressed from the waist down. Our Scoutmaster was saying something to the effect that David would not be showering naked like I had just done. Mrs. Abernathy would hose David down while he still wore his shorts and underwear. David was apparently going to escape my horrific fate due to concerns the Scoutmaster had over the implications of my very public ejaculation. He felt that the entire process had gone "way off course" as he put it. Therefore, David escaped with a light hosing off with most of his clothes still on.
I found my backpack and proceeded to get dressed. No longer worried about anyone seeing my penis after what had just happened, I shucked off the towel, and while still naked, opened my backpack. Yes, I was once again nude in front of anyone looking over in my direction. Perhaps a few more Scouts got another look at my penis? In a few moments I retrieved my spare clothes. I put on green boxer-briefs, jeans and a sweatshirt. I somehow felt cold despite the June afternoon sun shining on me. David toweled off and came over and said, "Nick, let's put up our tent." After the tent was up, David went inside and changed into dry clothes.
Eventually, David and I cooked hamburgers on a Coleman stove that Mrs. Abernathy had brought. No one really said much to me. I believe that our Scoutmaster had warned everyone that no teasing about my exposure would be allowed for the duration of the trip. Just before bedtime, he did say to me, "Nick, you're a good Scout generally. What occurred was not your fault. I hope you won't quit Scouts just because the entire troop saw you naked this afternoon and the water caused something to happen which is usually done in private."
In our tent that night, I could hear David jerking off. Not just once, but several times. I wondered if he was thinking of me naked under the very public shower as he did the deed. That may have been the only time during my teenage years that I didn't jerk off after dark in bed or in a sleeping bag.
Dad picked David and I up at church after we were dropped off there the next day. He said that he hoped we had fun. We both said we did but offered no elaboration.
As Mom prepared dinner that night, my father was enjoying a second Manhattan. As he sipped his drink, he asked, "So what really happened yesterday? Your Mom says she can tell that something really odd went on." I knew that my parents were going to wheedle it out of me eventually. Better to just tell them. Of course, I omitted in the telling the part about cumming in front of the entire troop. They just received the story of the canoe turning over in the river and then me being forced to strip bare and take a very public naked shower.
True to form, Dad thought the entire story was just hilarious. Now on his third Manhattan, he pressed me for a more detailed description, including a veiled questioning reference to whether or not I had gotten a hardon during the shower. He laughed and exclaimed, "Damn, Nick, those girls and your female Assistant Scoutmaster saw your penis! What a joke. We should just start making you go naked around the house."
Yeah, sure Dad!
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Our final overnight camping trip before the summer break was scheduled for the first weekend in June. Recently, two girls, Cecila and Tiffany, had joined our troop. In the meantime, Cecila's mother had become an Assistant Scoutmaster in the troop. There was some degree of unease among us guys about this development. Troop meetings on Monday evenings did not really change all that much, and we got along well with our two female fellow Scouts. There was concern, however, if an overnight camping trip with females present could present some challenges. Cecilia was my age, 14 and went to the same school as I did. She was in a few of my classes. Tiffany was two years her senior at age 16. Mrs. Abernathy, Cecilia's mom, was an attractive woman in her mid-40s. When Mrs. Abernathy had assumed the role of Assistant Scoutmaster several months earlier, she made it clear that it was important that the girls be treated no differently due to their gender and afforded every opportunity to succeed in the Scouting program.
The upcoming overnight included a canoe trip. Scouts would be dropped off about 10 miles up the river from the designated campsite that was within a state park. Our male Scoutmaster would canoe with us while the Assistant Scoutmaster would drive her SUV to the campsite along with our tents and personal gear. We would set up the tents and get otherwise organized after canoeing the 10 miles down the river.
Saturday morning, we arrived at a canoe rental facility on the river and our Scoutmaster did the paperwork. We were assigned canoes, two guys to each one. My best buddy David Perkins and I shared a canoe. Cecilia and Tiffany were in a canoe together and made somewhat of a show of being just as able as us guys to steer and paddle this small boat. About 14 other guys were in the remaining canoes. Down the river we went. It was a warm June day, and we were not required to wear our uniforms. I had on jean shorts, a BSA t-shirt, blue boxer-briefs underneath, and sandals. And of course, per Scouting rules, we all wore life preservers.
This event occurred during a relatively sensitive time for me in my journey through puberty. A month before, I had turned 14. A week after my birthday, something new to me had happened one night while I was masturbating in my bed. As a particularly pleasurable orgasm overtook me, I felt a dampness in my pajamas. As the pulses faded, I reached down to my crotch area. The front of my PJs were soaked and there was some liquid that had gotten on the bedsheet. In a moment I became cognizant of what had happened...I had actually ejaculated! David and I had discussed this numerous times since he had reached this male pubertal milestone a few months earlier. He had even given me a live demonstration of his new capability one day after school in the tool shed behind his house. So, I knew the score. I put on clean pajamas and worried over what would happen if my Mom noticed the resultant stain on the bedsheet. As it turned out, if she did nothing was said about it.
In the intervening weeks, I noticed a change in my penis's sensitivity. More frequent erections occurred in school and elsewhere. And if I so much as touched that area (even through my clothes) my erect penis would almost instantly be on the verge of an ejaculation. One day in school during an assembly in the darkened auditorium, I had developed a particularly persistent erection. David was next to me on the left and no one was to my right. I reached down and began to try to adjust my penis through my pants and underwear to get it a bit more comfortable. Once I touched myself the waves of pleasure immediately began. The feeling was so intense that I just wanted to touch it a little more. David noticed and whispered, "What the fuck are you doing, Nick?" Just as he said this, I went over the edge. I could not stop; the so-called point of no return had been reached. Waves of lust overcame me, and I shot a load into my pants as David observed in amazement. Two girls seated in the row directly in front of us heard a groan that escaped my lips and turned around. I'm not sure if they knew what had happened; and later I really did not want to think that they might have realized the depravity of what I had just done in the school auditorium. When the assembly concluded, I used a notebook from my backpack to cover the wet stain on the front of my pants. For the remainer of the school day, I had to go around and sit in class in the crotch dampness, praying no one except David would become the wiser.
As we canoed down the river, as usual I developed a persistent erection. That morning in our house things had been kind of rushed. I was going to jack off before getting dressed but my father had been pounding on the bedroom door, saying, "Whatever you're doing in there, Nick, and I think I know what, stop it and get dressed. We need to have breakfast quickly and get you out to the church where the troop is meeting for the overnight." I had just been on the verge of cumming. Instead, I pulled on the rest of my clothes. I really didn't want Dad to open my bedroom door and catch me 'dick in hand,' so to speak.
I was in the bow (front) of our canoe as Cecilia and Tiffany's canoe pulled up beside us. Tiffany looked into our canoe and then directly at me. I'm fairly certain that she realized that her fellow Scout was enduring a raging stiffy. Jean shorts and boxer-briefs can only hide so much. Tiffany giggled and said, "Is everything all right in there guys? Anybody having a hard time?" I just kind of squirmed and replied, "No, we're fine." Cecila then smirked and added, "Just let us know if any difficulty pops up." Tiffany interjected, "Yes, as your fellow Scouts, we would be glad to help you with any little thing." With that both girls laughed merrily as they pulled ahead of us. David chortled and said, "Those girls know you're a fucking horndog, Nick, who can hardly keep his dick in his pants."
Soon the river became much more unsettled. The weather had been rainy in the past few weeks, so the water was higher than normal. We reached a stretch of rapids; David was doing his best to control the canoe from his position in the stern, but he was struggling. Suddenly, we hit a rock as we crested a large wave. The canoe listed to the right and then turned over, throwing David and I into the river.
We both were good swimmers and once I came up from being momentarily submerged, I realized I was standing in about 3 feet of water. However, the water was kind of slimy and from my knees down there was a brackish silt. By the time we were able to grab back onto the canoe, we were both covered from the neck down in this brown silt that comprised the river's base. We were the only ones whose canoe had turned over. Some of the other Scouts began to laugh as they helped us right the canoe. We sat back into the now up righted canoe. Both David and I were a muddy slimly mess. We paddled on towards the campsite.
As soon as we arrived, Mrs. Abernathy, our Assistant Scoutmaster, noticed the condition that David and I were in. We were covered in a brackish slime. She asked, "What happened to you two?" Before either David or I could form a response, Tiffany chimed in, "Oh, those boys had their canoe tip over in the rapids back there. I suspect they were thinking of other unrelated things besides what they were supposed to be doing. Nick here is especially prone to untoward distraction. Fortunately, we were all there to help them," she proudly stated.
Our Scoutmaster was standing there on the riverbank. He stated, "Well guys, fortunately we're in a state park. Right in the center of our campsite is a water spigot with a garden hose and nozzle we can attach to it. We can get you guys all showered off and then you can put on the extra clothes you brought in your backpack." He added, "Now, I have another Scout with a skinned knee whom I have to give some first aid attention to. Assistant Scoutmaster Abernathy can lead you both over to the spigot and help you get that awful muck off. I have several towels in my truck that someone can bring over for you to dry off with after your showers."
Immediately I sensed the danger of potential embarrassment that could be in store for us. As we were led over to the spigot, I observed that it was simply a pipe anchored to a small wooden plank platform. There were no barriers around it. Cecila, Tiffany, and several other Scouts, all followed us over. Tiffany and Mrs. Abernathy began attempting to attach the hose to the spigot pipe.
Then the dreaded words were uttered by our female Assistant Scoutmaster: "Nick, you can go first. While we're fixing this hose, please get out of your clothes in preparation for your shower."
I was dumbstruck! I was being asked to undress, possibly all the way, out here in the open in front of Mrs. Abernathy and the two girls, not to mention the rest of the troop who had now gathered round to watch what would likely become the main event of the day. I began to plead my case. "But Mrs. Abernathy, there is no privacy here, everyone will see me undressed. Could I just take off my shirt and leave the rest on, please?"
Our Scoutmaster, a rather large and imposing man, was sitting on a bench a few feet away bandaging up another Scout's skinned knee. He bellowed, "Nick, I don't have time right now for your nonsense! According to the new Scout program, we're supposed to encourage cohesiveness among our mixed sex troop members. It doesn't matter that you'll be undressed in front of everyone here. Things like this can happen on campouts, always have, always will. Just put aside any discomfort and do as Mrs. Abernathy requests."
Now I was on the verge of tears. Couldn't the adult leaders understand how humiliating it was going to be for me to get undressed in front of our Assistant Scoutmaster and two girls, one of whom was a classmate of mine in school? I tried to bargain: "Could I just take off my jean shorts and leave my underpants on," I plaintively asked?
Cecila chimed in, "Mom, don't you think it would be more efficient if Nick took everything off?" She had a glint in her eyes as she said this. Mrs. Abernathy replied, "Indeed, now stop stalling Nick and get those clothes off."
Fighting back tears, I lowered my jean shorts and took them off. Now I was unhappily standing there in front of everyone in just my blue boxer-briefs. Pausing for a desperately hoped for reprieve, I let out a muted sob and once again asked if I could avoid full nudity. "Come on Nick," Mrs. Abernathy gently intoned, "there's nothing to be ashamed of. We're all fellow Scouts here and just want to get you cleaned up."
Hands shaking, I lowered my boxer-briefs. As I put them on the bench, I tried to keep my back to the attentive group standing around near the platform. Thus far, perhaps everyone had only gotten a fleeting glimpse of my penis. Mrs. Abernathy was still trying to get the hose fitted to the spigot pipe, so I sat nude down on the bench, keeping my legs together in an attempt to at least temporarily hide my genitals from the crowd. Here I was, sitting here on a bench totally naked in front of the entire troop which included an adult female leader and two teenage girls. With my left hand I brushed back a tear that had run down my cheek. I was trying not to let everyone see me cry which would only add to my abject humiliation.
I sat there naked for about five minutes. Finally, Mrs. Abernathy with the help of several others succeeded in properly securing the hose to the spigot. Then they screwed in a nozzle to the hose end. In a cheerful voice, Mrs. Abernathy stated, "We're all set, Nick, just step over here and we'll get the job done."
Having no options left, I gingerly arose from the bench. I didn't see any point in cupping my hands over my private parts. I had to somehow accept the fact that I was going to endure the shameful full-frontal public nudity that awaited me. I stepped forward towards the hose, affording everyone gathered there (over 20 people) an unobstructed and very clear view of my penis and balls.
Mrs. Abernathy began by spraying my upper chest with a surprisingly forceful stream. I noticed that Cecila could adjust this by turning the faucet knob one way or the other. Mrs. Abernathy then said, "Turn around, Nick, so I can do your back." I did so and she began to spray my upper back. Naturally, everyone now stared at my exposed posterior. The spray kept getting lower. Soon she was directing the spray right on my ass, even a bit against my crack. This pressure on my rear end caused an immediate reaction. My penis began to harden, when the time came to turn back around, everyone would be able to view my stiff penis!
"Turn back around, Nick," Mrs. Abernathy ordered. As I did so I could see eyes widen within the appreciative audience. My penis had gone to a full erection. There were a few audible gasps, but no one said anything else. Then Mrs. Abernathy turned to Tiffany and said, "My arm is getting tired. Since you're older, could you continue spraying Nick?" Eagerly, Tiffany took the wand and pointed it right at my crotch area.
Tiffany moved closer to me and said to Cecilia, "Could you turn down the water pressure volume just a bit, I'm going to clean Nick's private area." Cecila did so and the volume of sprayed water became less intense. Tiffany was within arm's length of me. She bent down slightly and directed the spray straight to my rock-hard penis. The feeling was electric. Despite my absolute embarrassment, I began to feel waves of pleasure emanating from my groin area. I realized that the force of the water hitting my penis was now giving me the same sort of pleasurable feelings I would get when I used my hand to stroke my hardon. In private mostly although in a few instances with David watching.
I'm not sure that Tiffany realized at this point that she was bringing me to the edge of orgasm. Probably, being 16, she might have. She lowered the hose and began to spray my legs. I could feel myself backing away from an almost unimaginably humiliating reaction occurring in the midst of the entire troop. She sprayed my feet and then I thought we would be done.
But no, Cecila then suggested that she spray my entire body once more just to be sure I was fully free of the brown muck. As Tiffany sprayed my chest, I could feel my still erect penis begin to pulsate. Tiffany then lowered the spray, directly onto my penis and kept it there.
I could not let this happen! I groaned as waves of pleasure once again engulfed my midsection and whispered, "Tiffany, you'd better stop. Something is going to..."
Too late, my body shook and quaked as I stood there ejaculating in front of the entire troop. Tiffany backed away quickly as wave after wave of semen jetted out of my penis onto the wooden platform. Indeed, Tiffany just barely escaped being struck in her arm by a wave of my jism. I was lost in the moment, no longer aware of what I was doing in such a public setting. The orgasm that Tiffany had just given me using the spray nozzle of the hose was very intense. Perhaps the most intense cum I had experienced since I had acquired ejaculatory capability the month before.
As I began to come down from this ecstatic orgasm, my body became very weak, and I sat down on the bench. Cum was still splotched onto my upper legs. For a time, I was so out of It that I'm not even sure who it actually was that brought a towel over and wrapped it around me. And I really didn't care. My disgrace was complete. I would never live this down. Cecila might even tell stories in our school about what her classmate Nick had done in the middle of a campsite at a state park. And with the entire Scout troop awestruck watching. If she told would other students think that Nick Twisp had wanted to cum as a crowd watched?
I was only vaguely aware that our Scoutmaster had gone over to where most were still gathered at the spigot. Then I realized that David was standing there shirtless but still dressed from the waist down. Our Scoutmaster was saying something to the effect that David would not be showering naked like I had just done. Mrs. Abernathy would hose David down while he still wore his shorts and underwear. David was apparently going to escape my horrific fate due to concerns the Scoutmaster had over the implications of my very public ejaculation. He felt that the entire process had gone "way off course" as he put it. Therefore, David escaped with a light hosing off with most of his clothes still on.
I found my backpack and proceeded to get dressed. No longer worried about anyone seeing my penis after what had just happened, I shucked off the towel, and while still naked, opened my backpack. Yes, I was once again nude in front of anyone looking over in my direction. Perhaps a few more Scouts got another look at my penis? In a few moments I retrieved my spare clothes. I put on green boxer-briefs, jeans and a sweatshirt. I somehow felt cold despite the June afternoon sun shining on me. David toweled off and came over and said, "Nick, let's put up our tent." After the tent was up, David went inside and changed into dry clothes.
Eventually, David and I cooked hamburgers on a Coleman stove that Mrs. Abernathy had brought. No one really said much to me. I believe that our Scoutmaster had warned everyone that no teasing about my exposure would be allowed for the duration of the trip. Just before bedtime, he did say to me, "Nick, you're a good Scout generally. What occurred was not your fault. I hope you won't quit Scouts just because the entire troop saw you naked this afternoon and the water caused something to happen which is usually done in private."
In our tent that night, I could hear David jerking off. Not just once, but several times. I wondered if he was thinking of me naked under the very public shower as he did the deed. That may have been the only time during my teenage years that I didn't jerk off after dark in bed or in a sleeping bag.
Dad picked David and I up at church after we were dropped off there the next day. He said that he hoped we had fun. We both said we did but offered no elaboration.
As Mom prepared dinner that night, my father was enjoying a second Manhattan. As he sipped his drink, he asked, "So what really happened yesterday? Your Mom says she can tell that something really odd went on." I knew that my parents were going to wheedle it out of me eventually. Better to just tell them. Of course, I omitted in the telling the part about cumming in front of the entire troop. They just received the story of the canoe turning over in the river and then me being forced to strip bare and take a very public naked shower.
True to form, Dad thought the entire story was just hilarious. Now on his third Manhattan, he pressed me for a more detailed description, including a veiled questioning reference to whether or not I had gotten a hardon during the shower. He laughed and exclaimed, "Damn, Nick, those girls and your female Assistant Scoutmaster saw your penis! What a joke. We should just start making you go naked around the house."
Yeah, sure Dad!