Once other troops in the area heard we were going we were bombarded with requests to join in the trip. I put my now shriveled cock back unto my shorts and lay back to try and go back to sleep, wondering why and if it was Annette or Julie. We learned how to shoot. No group nudity for us. As my hand stroked it didn't feel any bra straps, so I rolled my hand over and reached under, feeling the softness of a full breast in my hand. Being the only guy in the group presented a bit of a problem. We hiked back along the road and turned into the woods heading up the mountain between us and Camp Mohican.
It would seem to be an easy task, but the rocks along the edges of the lakes there are razor sharp and if you get in with the canoe sitting on or over one of these rocks you could easily drive a hole right through the bottom of the thin aluminum canoes used up there.
Scouts seek nudist camp over the mountain
To this day, when I tell this story to people, they think I'm lying. If anything it made it even more real. They are nothing, no account stories told by wimps and crybabies. Unlike today where guys go out of there way to wax and shave their entire bodies, a hairy chest was a thing to behold and show off with pride. When we were done the sun was just starting to slide behind the trees, mosquitos large enough to put landing lights on, coming out to look for their dinner. Food packed, gear checked and ready to be loaded into the two suburbans we would use for the nearly nine hundred mile trip.