The scout troop was pretty cool. Every week they worked on a new merit badge and they always had refreshments afterward. Most of the other boys were cool too. Cory especially. Out of everyone, Cory was always good for a laugh.
But this week was more than just a meeting. They were planning the best camping trip ever! Sure, some of the younger scouts were coming along too, but that was mostly because they were their younger brothers. All in all it would be the older scouts getting to rough it in the woods.
The meeting was going great. Canoes, plenty of rope to practice knot tying, and the leaders said they'd take them on a midnight ghost hunt! The older boys knew it was just a chance to scare the younger scouts, but Cory had something different in mind. He liked Erik, maybe a little too much. He waited for Erik to be out of earshot before talking about his plan.
Cory started whispering with the older boys, coming up with a prank to make the younger ones piss themselves. First, they'd scare them silly. Then they'd make them run around blindfolded in just their undies. Finally, they'd pin them down and tickle them until they piss. Sure, they might get in trouble, but they'd probably be able to scare them into keeping quiet about it. Also, since Erik was new, Cory said he couldn't be in on the prank unless they could trust him. He'd first have to pass "the test".
The other boys looked worried. "The test? We haven't done that for a long time!" The boys started to remember the last time they tested each other. It was a little different for each of them. The test was really quite simple. First, they all drew numbers out of a hat without showing each other what number they got. Then, they all got in a circle and blindfolded themselves. Whoever got number one would then take off their blindfold and move to the center. He'd have to go around checking everyone, making sure they really couldn't see. This usually involved punching at their faces, seeing if they flinched. Once they all proved they couldn't see, the one in the center would whistle. That was the signal to open their mouths and stick out their tongues.
This was the part that was different for everyone. The center boy could do whatever he wants to anyone, or no one. The only rule was you couldn't tell anyone what happened. Some boys would stick their finger in your mouth, making you gag. That actually happened a lot, which most of the boys dreaded. You could do it to as many of them as you wanted, but only one time. Once the center boy was done, he'd whistle again and the boys would all chant out loud, "Our story is old and never told, we feel it hot, we feel it cold. We'll never tell until we die, or tickle our feet until we cry!" The center boy would put on his blindfold and get back in the circle during the chant. Then the next boy would take his turn in the center.
Each test seemed to get a little more involved. A few years ago someone brought hot sauce and poured a drop on everyone's tongue. Some poor boys got a mouthful. They each knew they had to keep it a secret or else the chant would take effect. But one of them told. He talked about it with one of the other boys when they were alone, telling him he got a mouthful of hot sauce that made his stomach ache. The other boy told the rest of the group. They had to start the chant.
They blindfolded the tattler, stripped him down to his undies, and shoved his dirty socks in his mouth. They held him down by his arms and legs and started tickling him. His armpits, near his crotch, across his tummy, they touched him everywhere. The poor boy wiggled and squirmed, helpless against the onslaught of laughter. His mouth hurt from being open so wide and his eyes were drenched in tears. His bare body arched, pulling and twisting, trying to get away from the constant tickling.
The boys tickled him in three spots at the same time and then it happened. His full bladder released, completely soaking his thin white undies. All the boys stared at the boy's crotch. His dick and balls were perfectly outlined. As the piss kept flowing, his undies were almost see through, showing everyone his junk. After a few more tickles, the boys stopped and let him go. He curled up on the ground, wet and embarrassed. As he pulled the stinky socks from his mouth, the boys started chanting again, "Our story is old and never told, we feel it hot, we feel it cold. We'll never tell until we die, or tickle our feet until we cry!"
That was the last time they did the test. The boys all looked at each other at the scout meeting, remembering the tickling.
"Wait, we gotta do the test on Erik? He's just as big as the rest of us. What do we do if he tells?"
Cory had an idea. "If he tells, we'll do all the pranks on him instead. Heck, maybe we'll get your little brothers in on it too!"
The other boys liked the sound of that. They actually hoped that Erik would tattle. It'd be fun to pull a prank on an older boy for a change. Cory had an idea to push Erik to his limits. He'd put something really fun in his mouth.
The meeting ended and the boys didn't mention anything to Erik. It wasn't long at all before they were all camping in the woods. Erik was excited to be part of the group and he was really good at camping.
The first campfire, the best knot tying, and even the first one to catch a fish was all Erik. The scoutmasters were really impressed. Most of the boys were too. But some of them couldn't wait for the test to start. One of them had a smelly fish fin to stick on his tongue. Another had worn the same boxers for a week and was gonna shove it in Erik's face until he breathed it all in. And the boy with the hot sauce brought a new bottle.
Finally, it was the day of the big ghost hunt. The boys convinced the scoutmaster to let them hike away from camp without the younger boys to "plan" the ghost hunt. The scoutmasters understood and were laughing to themselves of what they might come up with. The boys brought Erik along with them, hiking up to a small quiet clearing in the trees.
Cory started, "We got some big plans for tonight, but we gotta know we all can be trusted. It's time for the test!" Cory explained the rules. No telling anyone, not even each other, about anything that happens in the circle.
Erik looked around. The other boys all nodded in agreement. He hadn't heard of anything like this in other troops, but he was interested.
"I've got the numbers and the blindfolds. Everyone take one, but don't say what number you got."
The boys all took a number and a blindfold. Erik looked down at his number, shielding it from the others. Number eight. Only nine boys, so he was next to last. Damn. He wasn't sure exactly how it would work out, but he didn't think he'd want to be last.
Cory went over the chant and all the boys repeated it, even Erik. He actually got it word for word the first try. Slightly impressed, Cory motioned for all the boys to put on their blindfolds.
The boy with the fish fin was first. He touched it to a few of the other boy's tongues to try out how gross it would be. They almost gagged. He held back his laugh and walked over to Erik. He was waiting, mouth wide open with his long tongue sticking out. The boy put the fin right in the middle of Erik's tongue and made him close his mouth. Erik got a big whiff of old smelly fish and started dry heaving. The boy laughed uncontrollably for a second and let Erik's mouth go. Erik opened up and spit out the fin. The boy thought about picking it up and putting it in another boy's mouth, but lost interest.
The other boys took their turns, picking their nose and sticking in Erik's mouth, farting in his face, and anything else they could think of. Pretty soon it was Cory's turn, number six. He kinda liked Erik. He decided to go for broke.
Cory knelt down right in front of Erik. He punched at his face one more time, just to be sure. Erik didn't flinch. Cory stuck out his own tongue as far as he could and started licking Erik's tongue. Up and down, in and out, all the way underneath. For a second he thought he felt Erik flicking his tongue too.
Erik peeked a bit. He had to know who the hell was making out with his tongue. He pretended to gag a bit, moving his head way back so he could see under the blindfold. Yep. Definitely Cory. He spit out at the ground. Then Cory tasted the fish from Erik's tongue. He forgot that someone likes to do that and was glad he didn't get it directly this time. He was done and whistled. The chanting started.
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