The Campsite – Maxwell Dawson, Dillon Stone
I’ve noticed Scoutmaster Stone looking at me quite recently. At first I just thought he was being friendly. I am not particularly popular with the other boys and I know that the Scoutmasters have been consciously trying to get me to blend in a little more. It all feels a little condescending, to be honest. I’m happy with my own company and I don’t need your pitying looks. I tend to smile politely back and then look away before they can start one of those embarrassing “is everything okay at home?” conversations.
But there was something a little more intense in the way Scoutmaster Stone was looking at me. When I caught his gaze, he held my gaze the longest. After a while, I realized that what we saw in each other might have been the same thing. I might not have noticed the signs if I hadn’t done what I did with Scoutmaster Hernandez a few months ago. Before I knew it, the idea of having sex was downright bizarre. I couldn’t understand why anyone would want to do that! Of course, the whole experience blew me away and I would be happy to do it with him again, but Scoutmaster Hernandez became distant and awkward with me. Got the message. I let it be.
Anyway, when I noticed Scoutmaster Stone looking at me, I figured I could have a lot of fun with him. His appearance became so unsubtle that I often ended up blushing uncontrollably. Then one night, just before we retired, he ran over and whispered excitedly in my ear, telling me to fake illness in the morning so we could be alone while the others did orientation.
I barely slept that night. I couldn’t stop thinking about Scoutmaster Stone; the air of urgency in his voice and the lustful look on his face.
