I spotted Ian as soon as he arrived for summer camp. Something about him instantly got my attention. He looked so young, so innocent, so lost somehow, and yet there was something, lurking behind his eyes, which made me think he knew stuff. Over the next few days, I could sense him staring at me. When I looked back, he invariably looked away, but as time wore on, he got pretty good at holding my gaze. Certainly long enough for me to know that he was up for it.
I set up an orienteering task for him and another young recruit who Scoutmaster Wolf had been fooling around with. I had my wicked way with both of them in the forest and then again in the privacy of my tent.
Ian took to it like a duck to water and I enjoyed every moment with him. Pretty soon, I was finding every opportunity I could to get him on his own. I became almost obsessed with getting my dick inside his tight little ass.
He was a good scout. He could build a decent fire, tie all sorts of complicated ropes, cook a fairly edible meal.. The one thing he couldn’t do, however, was put up a tent. He was forever having to get the other guys to help him, much to his great embarrassment.
Yesterday, a few of the boys joined me on a hike right out into the forest and, after arriving at our designated camping spot for the night, I saw him sneaking off into the trees with his backpack. I knew exactly what he was doing. He was going to practice putting up his tent away from the gaze of the other boys. I followed and watched from a distance.
It was quite sweet to see the little guy fumbling around with the ground sheet without a clue about what to do next. I watched for a while before taking pity on him and giving him a hand. I’d like to think that he was learning, but I’m not sure anything I said was being processed. He’d plainly got himself into a blind panic and convinced himself that tent-building was impossible. It turned out he hadn’t even packed the right equipment, so we were forced to abort the mission, and, because it was getting late, I suggested he sleep in my tent. The appropriate course of action, of course, would have been to suggest he share a tent with one of the other boys, but when you have a raging boner, appropriateness tends to fly out of the window!
I got him inside the tent and we instantly started kissing. The boy looked so sexy and smart in his uniform. I pulled him into me and wrapped my big, strong, bear-like arms around him before getting him undressed. I kept his shorts on a little longer than everything else. I’ve admired his peachy little ass so often in those shorts since the last time we made out!
I had a quick feel underneath to check he was wearing a jock. Ever since we’ve been hooking up I’ve encouraged him to wear one. I thought, as we kissed, how nicely defined his chest was. I dunno why I’d not noticed that before. He’s a skinny one, alright, but he’s got some pretty good definition for someone his age.
The boy certain
