    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."

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