Setting Up Camp | SCOUT IAN | Chapter 2

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 certainly knows how to kiss. He knows how to vary the pace and respond to my moves. Some boys are all tongue and teeth with no sense of finesse, but Ian’s a fast learner… or he’s had a few lessons from another older guy!

It was wonderful to be alone with him in the tent. It was our little secret, and knowing we were gonna be together all night was an incredibly sexy thought. I wondered how many times we were we gonna fuck, how regularly I could make the little man shoot his load. Above anything else, I loved that we had to keep our voices down.

I got his shorts off, got myself naked and stuck my tongue in his ass, just to get it a little wet. That, and a bit of pre-cum is actually all he needs to be fucked, which is a beautiful thing.

I got him on all fours, still in that sexy jock of his, and started to push myself in. We fit together almost perfectly. He is so, so tight, and his ass feels like it grips on me.

I pushed him down to the ground and got him in a bear hug from behind so that I could get inside him real deep. Then I turned him around, spat on my dick and went in from the front. It suddenly struck me that if I rocked onto my back, pulling the lad with me while keeping inside him, he’d end up sitting on me. I was quite proud of that particular move!!

He squatted over me, and started to thrust his body weight down onto my dick. I got my hands onto his upper thighs and started to pull him down even harder onto me. You could tell he was in a little bit of discomfort but a good scout never gives in! I was proud of him. He took it harder and harder. I got to that stage where I just wanted to bang my load into him and spent what felt like forever trying not to cum.

I got him back on all fours, knelt behind him and started plowing my dick into him with deep, long strokes. Then I pushed him down and really got in there. The feeling was intense and I knew I had to blow.

I pulled out and shot a massive load of thick creamy cum all over his ass cheeks, before pushing myself back into his ass. We were gonna be there all night and Ian was gonna have to get used to the feeling of my dick inside him!