Getting a Late Start – Landon Davis & Ryan St Michael
Things have gotten pretty intense lately! A few months ago I was an ordinary Boy Scout, innocent as anything but eager for adventure. I worried that life was already passing me by. I started to think that sex and intimacy were just things that happened to other people. I couldn’t imagine anyone would think of me like that. That was, of course, until I met Scoutmaster McKeon…
Talk about having my eyes opened! That man showed me the world! He made me realize that there isn’t a spot on the human body that doesn’t go crazy when touched in the right way. He made me feel desirable and left me desperate for more!
I hoped we had established something very special – that we would continue to find times to get together and do all sorts of unspeakable things. But after that first meeting, he became a little distant from me. It was a shame, but I guess these things happen, and it left the door open for me to see what else, and who else, was out there.
I think I have a soft spot for older men. My interest in older models definitely predates the Scoutmaster McKeon. There were teachers at school who gave me impure thoughts, and who doesn’t have an uncle they like a little?
I found myself checking out some of the other Scoutmasters, hoping there might be a glimmer of interest from one of them. Scout St. Michael had intrigued me ever since McKeon made a comment that made me wonder if St. Michael also liked guys. We had exchanged a lot of looks over the last few weeks, which I’m sure had the right kind of vibe about them…
Now, you might call me a little sneaky. But a few days ago I figured out a way to spend some alone time with St. Michael, pretending to miss a hike we were all supposed to be on. I knew he’d stay at camp to keep an eye on things and I figured if he made his rounds and found me in a slightly intransigent position in one of the tents… well, you never know.
It worked like a charm. I heard him approach, so I made sure I was lying in my tent in my underwear, nursing an erection, with the blanket casually thrown back so he could get a look. Sure enough, he entered the tent and sat next to me! He knew what I wanted and I knew what he wanted. A little awkward small talk and he brought his hand to my thigh, then to my bulge, and then his fingers slipped under the tight fabric of my panties. I was in heaven!
He looked into my eyes; it was a look I recognized. It was a look that told me he wanted to do unspeakable things to me! I wondered if he would be as good as McKeon. I knew he wanted to kiss me and I was desperate to kiss him, but it took the longest for our lips to touch. They say the best things come to those who wait and Scoutmaster St. Michael certainly proved this to be the case! By the time he pressed his big, soft lips against mine, I was climbing walls!
He kissed me so tenderly. Very slowly, like a lover. My whole body began to shiver and shudder like the leaves rustling in the trees above the tent.
