It was the first day of summer, with the sun shining endlessly, filling me with a rush of optimism and excitement for the adventures ahead. This year, however, there was something different in the air—a palpable energy that made my body tingle with desire. I, Canyon Cole, was desperate for sex.
Last summer, I was still a virgin, barely even considering sex and certainly not acknowledging my attraction to men. Everything changed when I met Scoutmaster Jordan Starr. He made me feel safe, special, and sexy, and I yielded to him without question. He was the perfect instructor, taking everything at my pace and ensuring I was comfortable at every step.
After our encounter, I went through a phase of doubt, questioning whether I had done the right thing and even if I was truly gay. I avoided Scoutmaster Starr, skipping trips and doing everything I could to stay away from him. But the less I saw him, the more I thought about him, and the more I tried to deny my feelings, the more aroused I became. One day, while walking in the woods to clear my head, I ended up hooking up with Scoutmaster Scott. It was a rushed but intense encounter that confirmed my attraction to men and made me realize that denying it was futile.
Determined to reconnect with Scoutmaster Starr, I mustered the courage to talk to him. I explained my confusion and invited him to a secluded spot in the forest for some privacy. There was a long pause, and I feared I had ruined everything, but then he smiled and told me to meet him after lunch the next day.
That night, I barely slept, my mind racing with anticipation. The next day, I waited for him near the camp entrance, my heart pounding. He passed by and whispered for me to follow at a distance. We walked for about a mile before he stopped, a sexy smile on his face.
I led him to the spot between the trees, and the moment we arrived, he pulled me into a passionate kiss. It was perfect—his scent, his soft lips, the roughness of his stubble. I marveled at his muscular body beneath his uniform. We undressed each other eagerly, and I dropped to my knees, taking his hard cock into my mouth. He grinned down at me, whispering encouragement.
He then stood me up, undressed me, and kissed me against a tree before turning me around and falling to his knees. He spread my ass cheeks and thrust his tongue deep inside me, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine. I arched my back, desperate for him. He eased his dick into me, and the sensation was overwhelming—painful at first but incredibly right.
He took it slow initially, then gradually increased the pace until we were both gasping and groaning in unison. I could feel his pre-cum making my ass sloppy, and I grabbed my own cock, jerking it erratically. Suddenly, I came hard, my semen spilling onto the forest floor. He came deep inside me, and we were finally one again. This summer was destined to be amazing.
Scout Boys
SCOUT CANYON Chapter 3 – Off Trail
It was the first day of summer, with the sun shining endlessly, filling me with a rush of optimism and excitement for the adventures ahead. This year, however, there was something different in the air—a palpable energy that made my body tingle with desire. I, Canyon Cole, was desperate for sex.
Last summer, I was still a virgin, barely even considering sex and certainly not acknowledging my attraction to men. Everything changed when I met Scoutmaster Jordan Starr. He made me feel safe, special, and sexy, and I yielded to him without question. He was the perfect instructor, taking everything at my pace and ensuring I was comfortable at every step.
After our encounter, I went through a phase of doubt, questioning whether I had done the right thing and even if I was truly gay. I avoided Scoutmaster Starr, skipping trips and doing everything I could to stay away from him. But the less I saw him, the more I thought about him, and the more I tried to deny my feelings, the more aroused I became. One day, while walking in the woods to clear my head, I ended up hooking up with Scoutmaster Scott. It was a rushed but intense encounter that confirmed my attraction to men and made me realize that denying it was futile.
Determined to reconnect with Scoutmaster Starr, I mustered the courage to talk to him. I explained my confusion and invited him to a secluded spot in the forest for some privacy. There was a long pause, and I feared I had ruined everything, but then he smiled and told me to meet him after lunch the next day.
That night, I barely slept, my mind racing with anticipation. The next day, I waited for him near the camp entrance, my heart pounding. He passed by and whispered for me to follow at a distance. We walked for about a mile before he stopped, a sexy smile on his face.
I led him to the spot between the trees, and the moment we arrived, he pulled me into a passionate kiss. It was perfect—his scent, his soft lips, the roughness of his stubble. I marveled at his muscular body beneath his uniform. We undressed each other eagerly, and I dropped to my knees, taking his hard cock into my mouth. He grinned down at me, whispering encouragement.
He then stood me up, undressed me, and kissed me against a tree before turning me around and falling to his knees. He spread my ass cheeks and thrust his tongue deep inside me, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine. I arched my back, desperate for him. He eased his dick into me, and the sensation was overwhelming—painful at first but incredibly right.
He took it slow initially, then gradually increased the pace until we were both gasping and groaning in unison. I could feel his pre-cum making my ass sloppy, and I grabbed my own cock, jerking it erratically. Suddenly, I came hard, my semen spilling onto the forest floor. He came deep inside me, and we were finally one again. This summer was destined to be amazing.