I guess you could call me an experienced Scout. I’m certainly one of the oldest boys in our troop and I’ve earned more badges than anyone else. Being one of the older boys means I get a few choice perks. I get to push to the front of the food line, I get to order the younger boys about and, more excitingly, I get to stay up later than the others when we’re out camping.
I love those late nights around the campfire, telling ghost stories and toasting marshmallows under the stars. It sounds like the ultimate cliche, but it’s the most incredible feeling.
The best part of it is hanging out with the Scoutmasters. Once the younger scouts are in bed, they chill out a bit and you start to get a sense of who they really are.
My favorite Scoutmaster is definitely Dietrich. During the day, he can be a bit on the stern-side. I’ve seen him tearing strips of some of the cockier boys and I used to be really terrified of him. But I’ve learned over time that his bark is a lot worse than his bite. If you work hard, pay attention and you’re respectful to him… he’s as nice as pie.
I love hanging out with him in the evenings. He cracks jokes and messes about doing these real funny impersonations. The more time I spend with him, the cooler he seems to get. And I guess the more handsome I find him…
It all started with a dream. It was definitely the most erotic dream I’ve ever had and it was all about Scoutmaster Dietrich. It was so vivid. So sensual. I could smell him. Taste him. I can genuinely say that I’d never thought about him in that way up until then, but I woke up the next morning unable to think about anything else. And ever since, whenever I see him, I blush and my penis immediately starts swelling!
Yesterday morning, we ended up alone together. The others went for a swim in the lake, but Dietrich said he needed one of the older boys to stay behind and learn how to do something called a “tick check.” He was looking at me as he said it, so I volunteered, and, then, as the others tramped off, I started to feel real nervous at the thought of being alone with him.
A tick check is literally just that. You need to check your body for ticks and critters before getting into a tent. Scoutmaster Dietrich was telling me all sorts of gross stuff about tick bites and something called Lyme disease, which I only remember because he made a joke about lemons. Most of the time, I was just staring at him, thinking how tall and good-looking he is while wondering what I needed to do to make him feel the same way about me!
He murmured something about showing me how to check someone else’s body for ticks before dropping to his knees and starting to rub his hands over my thigh. Then he rolled down my socks and examined my shin.
I was shocked for a moment, and then I started to feel the blood rushing, first to my face (I must have been the color of beet) and then to my groin. I was so embarrassed. I was in a real tight pair of shorts and there was nothing whatsoever to cover the bulge.
Then he turned me around and shoved the palm of his hand right up the leg of my shorts – all the way up to my butt! He was being pretty matter-of-fact about it. It probably shouldn’t have turned me on, but by the time he told me to take my shirt off, I was quivering with excitement!
Of course, I tried to stay cool. I kept telling myself that he was checking me for ticks, which is probably the least erotic thing that two men can do together, but then I’d look at his handsome face and start blushing and trembling… and longing! Jesus!
Once my top was off, he told me to remove my shorts. The horniness of the situation was immediately replaced by complete embarrassment. There he was, completely clothed, with me naked but for a pair of skimpy underpants. I felt a bit vulnerable to be honest, and was gonna say something, but he just carried on with the inspection, casually raising my arms and running his hands over my chest and back.
Then he told me to lose the underwear and I was so shocked that I just froze. I could hear him rather calmly saying something like “you gotta do it” so I took a deep breath and took them off.
He got on his knees again and started prodding and poking at me. He grabbed my balls, pushed them up and looked between my legs. Of course, the moment he touched me down there, I could feel my dick swelling again, and then, when he turned me around and told me to bend over before starting to check between my ass cheeks, I was back into the world of trying to suppress all the unhelpfully erotic thoughts which were bouncing about in my brain!
Then I smelt his scent; a real dark, tobacco-like scent, and realized it was the smell from my dream… and, well, from that moment on, he could have done whatever the hell he needed to do to me and checked for ticks wherever he goddam wanted.
I turned back to face him, dick hard as a rock, and he just smiled, grabbed it and said, “looks like you’re liking this” before saying, “alright, my turn…”
Before I knew it, he was undressing in front of me. He kept shooting me these little sexy glances as he revealed more and more flesh. That bastard knew the effect he was having on me, and it suddenly became more than clear that he wanted to tease the hell out of me….
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