I have known that I was gay since I was 10 years old, when I used to check out my friends in the locker room of the CYO swimming pool.
I was good at hiding my preferences, and no one even suspected that I was gay, but I took every opportunity to check out the underwear preferences and physical attributes of every guy that I could.
When I was 18 and had just graduated from high school, the Scoutmaster of my Boy Scout troop (I had been a member of the troop since I was 10 1/2) talked me into spending two weeks with him at Boy Scout Summer Camp in the Pocono Mountains. Our Troop sent 15 boys to camp that summer, and they ranged in age from 11 - 17, and I was to serve as one of the Assistant Scoutmasters for those two weeks.
During the first week, most of the troop went on an Outpost Camping Trip. They left our site after lunch, and would not be back for two nights. Two of the other assistants went with them, and I stayed behind with the Scoutmaster and about 4 of our Scouts.
On the first night, I was in my tent alone, as my tentmate went on the Outpost. I was lying on top of my sleeping bag in just my Hanes white briefs, as it was very warm that night. At about midnight, the Scoutmaster knocked on the tent pole, and asked if I was all right. I told him I was fine, but he asked if he could come in.
He sat on the bunk across from me, and I leaned over on my side, so I was facing him naked on top, and just my pure white briefs. We talked for a bit about how the camp was going, and some of the funny events of the first few days.
I was good at hiding my preferences, and no one even suspected that I was gay, but I took every opportunity to check out the underwear preferences and physical attributes of every guy that I could.
When I was 18 and had just graduated from high school, the Scoutmaster of my Boy Scout troop (I had been a member of the troop since I was 10 1/2) talked me into spending two weeks with him at Boy Scout Summer Camp in the Pocono Mountains. Our Troop sent 15 boys to camp that summer, and they ranged in age from 11 - 17, and I was to serve as one of the Assistant Scoutmasters for those two weeks.
During the first week, most of the troop went on an Outpost Camping Trip. They left our site after lunch, and would not be back for two nights. Two of the other assistants went with them, and I stayed behind with the Scoutmaster and about 4 of our Scouts.
On the first night, I was in my tent alone, as my tentmate went on the Outpost. I was lying on top of my sleeping bag in just my Hanes white briefs, as it was very warm that night. At about midnight, the Scoutmaster knocked on the tent pole, and asked if I was all right. I told him I was fine, but he asked if he could come in.
He sat on the bunk across from me, and I leaned over on my side, so I was facing him naked on top, and just my pure white briefs. We talked for a bit about how the camp was going, and some of the funny events of the first few days.