Pitching a Tent – Maxwell Dawson, Holden Hernandez
It’s very hard to see one of your Scouts struggling on their first trip away from home. Your heart only goes out to them. On the one hand, you know it’s necessary; it’s all part of growing up to be a confident, independent young man. But on the other hand, you know they are homesick, shy and insecure and basically wishing they were anywhere but in the middle of a forest with a bunch of complete strangers!
When I see a boy in trouble, I always try to take him under my wing. I find time to hang out with him and teach him a few little tricks and lifehacks so he looks savvy and cool in front of the other boys.
Case in point, max. I don’t think I’ve ever met a young man so nervous. He is considerably shorter than the other boys and on the first day of camp he barely spoke. He just sat on the side, silently watching the team building games. I had to intervene…
I tried to spend as much time with him as possible, and in the process I discovered that he was a very bright boy and incredibly interested in learning. He also looked as cute as a button in his uniform!
I don’t know why I found him so disturbing in that regard. I’m usually incredibly good at setting very strict boundaries when it comes to the all-important Scout-Scout relationship, but there was just something about Max…
My feelings quickly developed within a few days. I found myself wanting to spend more and more time with him alone. I made up a whole complicated story for him, which I told the other Scoutmasters so they wouldn’t suspect I was paying so much attention to him. I found myself touching Max every now and then and just allowing my hand to linger for a few extra seconds. My cock was permanently hard in his presence.
So I guess it just happened. We were sitting in the tent I had just shown him how to set up, and an innocent little hug progressed, first into nervous groping and then into something far more sexual, and with that, the line was officially crossed.
