Description: It was the first day of summer. You know that day when the sun shines endlessly for the first time and you feel that rush of optimism, thinking about all the cool adventures you’re gonna have over the next few months. This year was a little different, however. A little more exciting somehow. I realized there was something else in the air. It was like the sap was rising and my body was tingling. I was desperate for sex. This time last year I was a virgin. In fact, I’d barely contemplated sex and certainly had not acknowledged that I was attracted to men. Everything changed when I met Scoutmaster Starr. He instantly made me feel safe and special and sexy and I yielded to him without question. What’s more, he was the perfect instructor. He took everything at a pace I felt happy with and made sure that I was okay at every stage. Afterwards, I went a little silly, wondering if I’d maybe done the wrong thing, questioning whether I was even gay, and thinking maybe I was heading to a place where there was no coming back from. I’m not sure I handled things in a particularly grown-up way. I skipped the next trip out into the wilds and did everything I could to avoid Scoutmaster Starr. Of course it was all pretty pointless; the less I saw him, the more I thought about him, and the more I tried to deny what had happened, the more turned on I became when I thought about it! Then one day when I was walking in the woods, trying to clear my head of the perfect view I’d gotten that morning of Scoutmaster Starr swimming in the lake. I ended up hooking up with Scoutmaster Scott! It’s a long story, too long to recount, but I think the expression is “out of the frying pan and into the fire.” The encounter with Scoutmaster Scott was as intense as it was rushed, but it absolutely proved to me that I was 100% attracted to men, and, furthermore, that my attempts to avoid embracing this fact had been utterly futile. I immediately set about trying to woo Scoutmaster Starr again. Unsurprisingly, he’d stopped trying to make conversation with me and, for the next few days, I found myself getting angry and very jealous if he even spoke to another one of the scouts. Eventually, I worked up the courage to talk to him, and then, in a quiet moment, was able to explain what had been going on in my stupid head, obviously neglecting to tell him that I’d been with Scoutmaster Scott, but blurting out that, if he ever felt like doing something similar again, I’d found a spot in the forest where we’d be assured of some privacy… There was a long pause - long enough for me to convince myself that I’d blown it, and that he was trying to think of a polite way of telling me that what we’d done had been a mistake and that he was now in a relationship with someone else, someone probably way more appropriate and nearer his age. But then he smiled, tapped my thigh and told me to meet him by the entrance to the camp after lunch the following day. I barely slept that night. My dick was hard and throbbing until dawn. I started tugging at it countless times, but decided on every occasion that by blowing a load I’d somehow be jinxing whatever was destined to happen with Scoutmaster Starr. The trouble, of course, was that the sexy thoughts just kept on dancing about in my head. Scoutmaster Scott, for example, had taught me a few tricks that I wanted to try on Scoutmaster Starr and I couldn’t stop fantasizing about what would happen when we got between the two trees I’d identified as the perfect location for our reunion encounter. My eyes kept landing on him over breakfast and he didn’t help matters by staring straight back at me, lust literally shining from his eyes. On another occasion I found myself looking down at his crotch and saw him widening his legs really subtly before placing his hand on the bulge down there. After lunch, I rushed to my tent to clean my teeth and make sure my uniform was neat and tidy and that there wasn’t a hair on my head out of place. I waited for him slightly away from the entrance to the camp, squatting behind a tree further up the path. I plainly wasn’t hiding very well because, as he passed, he whispered for me to follow him at a distance. I walked behind him, as nonchalantly as someone could walk whose dick is in the process of exploding, and then, after about a mile, he hung back and waited for me, a big sexy smile plastered across his handsome face. He asked me where the spot was and I led him there with great confidence. The moment we arrived between the trees he moved towards me, pulling me into him and kissing me passionately. It was instantly perfect. I’d forgotten how sexy his scent was, how amazingly soft his lips were, and how wonderfully they contrasted with the roughness of his stubble. As my hands crept nervously around his torso I began to marvel at how hard and muscular his body felt underneath his uniform. He really is the most beautiful man on the planet and I had to keep pinching myself to realize that we were making out. It felt so amazing to be out there in the sunshine, adrenaline racing just in case someone stumbled upon us, but the summer breeze was approvingly soothing and tickling the backs of our necks. I began to rapidly undress him, desperate to uncover that stunningly well-defined chest and run my hands over his six pack, before slipping his pants down and cupping the giant, rock hard bulge standing to attention and threatening to burst out of the waistband of his underpants. I dropped to my knees and uncovered it. It sprang out, relieved, almost slapping me in the face with excitement. I instantly began to suck it, and worked as hard as I could to get it as far into my throat as possible without gagging. He looked down at me, grinning while whispering kinky words of encouragement. My eyes kept fixing on the star-shaped tattoo on his lower stomach. There was something remarkably sexy about it. It felt a little like a secret - my secret - something only those who were lucky enough to be allowed to see him naked could admire. He stood me up again and undressed me, throwing me up against one of the trees while he kissed me with intent. Then he turned me around and fell to his knees, pulling my ass cheeks apart and ramming his tongue deep inside my hole, sending shivers of rapture surging up and down my spine. I immediately felt myself opening up for him, my body suddenly desperate to be fed his big dick. I arched my back and thrust my butt out towards him. He pushed his underpants down and then eased his dick into me. To be honest, the sensation blew my mind. The size of it shocked me, in fact it darned well nearly tore me in two, but I was overwhelmed by a sense of how right it felt to have him back inside me. I’d waited so damned long for a repeat of the sensation. And he’d plainly been waiting for it too. He took things quite slowly to begin with - just until I was feeling comfortable and ready for more. Then he gradually ramped up the pace, each thrust adding yet another prickle of ecstasy to my body until my head was spinning with joyous sexual excitement and we were both gasping and groaning in unison. He told me repeatedly how good it felt, asking me if I liked what he was doing. I’m sure the incoherent noises I was making rendered any words I could have said in response utterly null and void. He knew I wanted him with every inch of my trembling body. He knew that I was his and would remain so for as long as he wanted me. I could feel the pre-cum flowing from his dick. It made my ass feel all sloppy. I loved the sensation and grabbed my own penis, jerking it erratically, trying not to cum, yet feeling the semen rising inexorably in my balls, my pre-cum coating my palm and enabling it to slide without friction up and down my shaft. I truly was in ecstasy. I held onto the trunk of the tree and then, seemingly without warning, every ounce of semen in my balls evacuated itself wholesale from the end of my dick, spewing out messily onto the forest floor. He came deep inside me while my own cum was still dripping from the tip of my cock. And then we were one. Finally together again. This summer was destined to be a great one.

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