Tick Check – Cole Blue, Dolf Dietrich
I guess you can call me an experienced boy scout. I’m certainly one of the oldest kids in our troop and I’ve earned more badges than anyone else. Being one of the older kids means I get some choice advantages. I get to the front of the food line, take orders for the younger boys and, most excitingly, stay up later than the others when we are camping.
I love those nights around the campfire, telling ghost stories and toasting marshmallows under the stars. It sounds like the ultimate cliché, but it’s the most incredible feeling.
The best part is hanging out with the Scoutmasters. Once the youngest Scouts are in bed, they relax a little and you start to get a sense of who they really are.
My favorite Scoutmaster is definitely Dietrich. During the day, he can stay a little at the stern. I saw him tearing strips of some of the more arrogant boys and I used to be very afraid of him. But I learned over time that his bark is much worse than his bite. If you work hard, pay attention, and are respectful to him… he’s as good as pie.
I love going out with him at night. He makes jokes and messes about doing these really funny imitations. The more time I spend with it, the cooler it seems to get. And I think the prettier 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 it. I can genuinely say that I had never thought of him that way until then, but I woke up the next morning unable to think about anything else. And since then, whenever I see him, I blush and my penis immediately starts to swell!
Yesterday morning, we ended up alone together. The others went swimming 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 this, so I volunteered, and then, as the others walked away, I started to feel really nervous about being alone with him.
A tick check is literally just that. You need to check his body for ticks and bugs before entering a tent. Scoutmaster Dietrich was telling me all kinds of nasty things 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 looking at him, thinking about how tall and handsome he is while wondering what I needed to do to make him feel the same way about me!
He mumbled something about showing me how to check someone else’s body for ticks before dropping to his knees and starting to rub his hands on my thigh. Then he pulled down my socks and examined my shin.
