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>be me
>14
>at a local fall jamboree, maybe 10 troops and 2-300 people
>not huge, but big enough that there's no real privacy
>ankle-deep in puberty and hormonal as all hell
>didn't coom for 2-3 days before camp
>friday night, cannot sleep at all
>realize i need to coom in order to get any rest
>grab a dirty sock and go to town
>careful to be quiet to not wake sleeping tentmate
>only takes a few minutes before i bust a massive nut into sock
>feels great
>wait now what
>realize i cant let anybody else find my coomsock
>uhhh
>put on my shoes, exit tent
>walk over to woods, throw sock as hard as i can
>it being a sock, it only flies a few feet before landing behind a bush
>whatever, good enough, that sock was worn out anyways
>go back to bed
>wake up
>check woods after eating breakfast
>mfw coomsock disappeared and i never saw it again
>mfw tentmate told me 4 years later he was awake for this whole fucking ordeal
>said by the time he realized what was happening it was just easier for him to pretend to be asleep
probably not my proudest moment from scouts
