Scout Maxwell – Chapter 2 – The Campsite (with Scoutmaster Stone)

I’ve noticed Scoutmaster Stone staring at me quite a lot recently. At first, I just thought he was being friendly. I’m not particularly popular with the other boys, and I know that the Scoutmasters have been consciously trying to get me to integrate a bit more. It all feels a bit condescending, to be honest. I’m happy with my own company and I don’t need their pitying looks. I usually politely smile back and then look away before they can start up one of those embarrassing “is everything okay at home?” conversations.

But there was something a little more intense about the way that Scoutmaster Stone was looking at me. When I caught his eye, he’d hold my gaze for the longest time. It struck me after a while that what we saw in each other might’ve been the same thing. I might not have noticed the signs if I hadn’t done what I did with Scoutmaster Hernandez a few months back. Before I met him, the idea of having sex was utterly bizarre. I couldn’t work out why anyone would want to do it! Of course, the whole experience blew my mind and I’d have happily done it with him again, but Scoutmaster Hernandez grew distant and strange with me. I got the message. I let him be.

So anyway, when I realized Scoutmaster Stone was giving me the eye, I figured there might be a whole heap of fun to be had with him. His looks became so unsubtle that I’d often end up blushing uncontrollably. Then, one night, just before we turned in, he rushed over and excitedly whispered in my ear, telling me to fake an illness in the morning so that we could hang out alone while the others went orienteering.

I barely slept that night. I couldn’t stop thinking about Scoutmaster Stone; the air of urgency in his voice and the lustful look on his face.

The following morning, as requested, I told everyone I had a bad headache. Scoutmaster Stone faked being pissed that he’d need to stay with me on the campsite and miss out on all the fun. I felt very naughty, going along with a plan like this. And, in a way, I found it sexy.

After everyone else had disappeared, Stone led me into his tent. We finally were together and alone. He didn’t say anything; he just sat down next to me and started to run his huge hands over my body. I immediately started to feel butterflies in my stomach. I was excited and nervous. My heart pounded in my ears.

He put his arms around me protectively and I sank into him. It was like being hugged by an enormous bear; he was so big, strong, and masculine. I immediately felt my dick throbbing inside my shorts. He started to undress me, slowly unbuttoning my shirt, as though he were savoring the experience of unwrapping a much-anticipated gift.