Comm: Camp Buddies

Comm: Camp Buddies: A commission for Enard, where Keitaro from Camp Buddy is moving into his cabin on his first day, and he's having an interesting meeting with his new friends. Added a diaper alt for flavor! Additionally, the one who made the commission wrote a little prelude to set the scene: ------------------------------------------------------------------ "Ah, you must be the new boy we heard about! Nice to meet you, I'm Hiro and this is Hunter." Keitaro nervously gulped before he could answer. The boy was obviously stressed, as it was his first time in a scout camp and he wanted to look cool for his first meeting with his new summer buddies. "I-I-hi, uh, hello! I mean, umm, I'm Keitaro. N-nice to meet you too." Disastrous, why couldn't he control his voice? He sounded just like a god damn fourth grader! Strangely enough though, the two boys facing him neither laughed or teased him, but instead patiently smiled. "Nervous for your first day?" Asked the energetic orange-haired boy with a big smile on his face. "Don’t worry pal, we've all been in your shoes before!" "Yeah." Confirmed the comparatively calm boy with the blond hair, "No pressure, we’ll go easy on you and show you all the ropes for your first few days." ''You can see us as your big brothers.'' Added Hiro with a sly wink. ...Keitaro wasn't expecting this. Teenage boys usually weren’t known for being this understanding and helpful. Was this a trick? An evil scheme to make him drop his guard? Keitaro, still nervous and not sure how to react, decided to just nod while awkwardly dropping his bag in the middle of the cabin. "Hey, I know! We should totally help you unpack your stuff. Come on, Hunty." Hiro suddenly chirped while taking Keitaro's bag and opening it up. "Good idea, Hiro! First camp-buddy lesson: always help a comrade in need." Hunter added. "Wait, no, no, it's okay, I can do that myself...!” The two boys just ignored his weak protesting, like he had no voice whatsoever. Keitaro desperately tried to stop them as they started to happily search through his bag, carefully taking and folding clothes after clothes; shirts, pants, and finally to his utter shame: undies. It was no ordinary pair of undies, they weren’t boxers like a normal boy of his age would wear, and not even tighty-whities for younger kids, no… It was worse. Colorful and cartoon-printed underoos that even a third grader would die of shame if caught in. Keitaro was red as a beet. He was trying to make some excuse or explanation, but he didn't even know where to start. But sometimes, the solution just presented itself. They just didn't care. Or more precisely, they reacted in a way that Keitaro would have never imagined.