My name is Scoutmaster Barrett, and I became a Scout leader last year. Coming back to the organization was always something I wanted to do. Scouts were a big part of my youth and some of my most formative experiences took place under the giant sky.
I think I wanted to recreate some of the adventures that were so exciting to me in my youth and ensure that a new generation of young people had their eyes open to more than just a sedentary world of computer games.
One of the problems I’ve encountered in my new leadership role is my inability to completely distance myself from the boys. The moment I put on the uniform, I find myself instantly transported back to my youth. Instead of feeling like an authority figure, I just want to be part of the gang again.
It’s more fun somehow. It makes me feel optimistic and I get the same crazy old kick of breaking the rules and talking maliciously all night. I have to keep telling myself that rules exist for a purpose and that I’m the guy who now has to enforce them!
The biggest problem is suddenly remembering the walking hormone I was during my years in the Boy Scouts. A sudden gust of wind was apparently enough to make my cock uncontrollably hard and I used to have the biggest crushes on scoutmasters.
Clearly my feelings were mostly one-sided, and of course nothing happened except in my dreams, but there was a slightly younger leader who used to look at me in a way that made me dizzy. I often wonder what would have happened if I had been brave enough to make a move, or better yet, if fate had thrown us together in a situation where we were alone for an extended period of time. I used to have this fantasy of getting lost in the desert with him. It always got really hot, although I had no idea what it would look like in practice any of the things I was imagining doing with it!
In reality, all of my early sexual experiences were mediocre, to say the least. I played a lot with kids my age, none of whom had any more sense of what was going on than I did. If only that Scoutmaster had taken me under his wing…
All these things were humming in the back of my mind when Ethan Tate joined the troop. Despite being the new kid, he instantly showed himself to be more mature physically and mentally than the other boys. He regularly sought out the company of Scoutmasters and never seemed to be particularly interested in making friends with boys his own age.
He intrigued me, and of course, the more I looked at him, the more he seemed to look at me, and I quickly began to get the feeling that there was more than just friendship in his eyes.
It got pretty intense pretty fast. I caught him looking at me almost constantly. For starters, when I looked back, he would instantly blush and look away, but as time went on, he would begin to hold my gaze and I would see lustful thoughts flashing behind his eyes.
