Setting Up Shelter – Logan Cross, Ryan St Michael
I guess you could describe me as quite experienced for my age. This has certainly not always been the case – before joining the Elite Scouts, I had absolutely no interest in the main hallmark of maturity: sex. To be honest, I found the thought downright scary. Of course, the moment it happened I was instantly hooked and now I can’t get enough of it!
It was the scout St. Michael who took my virginity. Although it surprised me, I always thought of the whole experience as something unique. But more recently, I’ve started to get a feeling of unfinished business every time I see him.
I’m a totally different person now compared to the nervous wreck I was when we first met. Nowadays I know who I am, I know what I do and I learned a lot of tricks that made me a much better lover! I want to share all of this with the guy who kicked it off, so for the past few months I’ve been flirting with him a little bit and he’s been responding in all the right ways.
When he asked me to join him on a two-person hike, I was thrilled. There’s always someone hanging around the camp, so being alone with him, or anyone, was a challenge. As we walked away from the others – into the desert – I began to feel all the anxiety melt away. This was my opportunity; we would not be interrupted.
We talked about anything and everything, studiously ignoring any discussion of what had happened when he initiated me into the Elite Scouts. I kept trying to steer the conversation in that direction, but I got the strong feeling he was resisting, and it made me a lot less confident about his feelings for me.
We set up a tent in a clearing at least five miles from base camp. There was no way anyone could trip over us there. We had gone off the path several times and I would have completely lost track if Scoutmaster St. Michael wasn’t there.
We stood for a while, looking up at the sun shining through the leaves of the tall trees above. The warm spring breeze massaged our faces and the backs of our necks. He stayed close to me. I could feel the back of his hand lightly brushing my thigh. And then, without further warning, we kissed…
It was a gentle, delicate kiss, a little hesitant, a kiss that felt like we were both asking each other’s permission. It was a kiss that grew with confidence. Our hands began to explore each other’s bodies. Then, it was the kiss to rekindle the energy. Those old feelings came rushing back. I felt inexperienced again. I found myself shaking like a leaf. I was suddenly a complete novice in my master’s capable hands.
I grabbed his bulge through the fabric of his pants, desperate to feel him inside me again. He got behind me and pushed his body into my back as he undid my belt. My shorts fell to the floor. Then, finally, finally, he released my throbbing, rock-hard cock from the soft fabric lining of my panties.
