Ugh. My mouth tastes like semen. I don’t know why I let him talk me into it, but I can’t take it back. I can only pray my wife never finds out. Well, even if she did, she probably wouldn’t give a fuck anyway.

Being married to her makes me wonder why I didn’t just choose to be gay. At least I got laid. When was the last time that happened?

What’ll the boys think? The boys’ll never know, that’s what. I can’t believe we did what we did without waking the Scouts up. I certainly didn’t sign up for this when I volunteered to be a leader of the Den.

Look at Sebastien. Just look at him, snoring away like it’s just another night for him. I wonder if he considers me a conquest. Is it a conquest when he convinces you to fuck him instead of the other way around? I never shoulda complained to him about my wife.

Then again, I feel great this morning. Except for this rubber on my nose. We never did get around to puttin’ it on. Didn’t need it anyway; Seb’s got other people to protect.

The kids are starting to wake up. Playin’ games of grab-ass in their tents, bless their hearts. We need to be out of our tent before they are, to make sure they put together a breakfast that’s actually edible. Teach ‘em how to light a fire, and hope the rest comes out all right.

God, look at that dog’s bone. You’d think middle age would’ve slowed the guy down. Hm. I thought so too, until he went down on me. Sure didn’t have no erectile dysfunction then.

If he asks me tonight…when he asks me…I dunno man. I just don’t know.

Ugh, I got lube on my horn. Both my horns. Good thing it doesn’t stain keratin.

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