Serg was one of those boys who seemed to thrive out in the wilderness. Many of the Scouts take a while to get used to being away from their folks. They get homesick and scared; it can be very difficult to watch. Serg, however, took everything in his stride. He’s a natural leader. He’s confident, practical, and brave. He’s the perfect Scout and an absolute joy to mentor. I found myself increasingly drawn to him over the course of the few days we were out camping. He was always so attentive, regularly jumping up to assist if it looked like I had my arms full. On the last day, I suggested the two of us spend a bit of alone time together, so that I could teach him some of the more advanced skills which, frankly, would be lost on most of the other Scouts. We went out into the woods, pitched a tent and I showed him a few wilderness survival tricks. I was impressed by his ability to process and retain information. I realized that I was starting to look at him through a slightly different lens. He’s quite a small boy—a good foot shorter than me—and I really hadn’t thought about him in a sexual way before. But, the more he grew in confidence, the more I realized quite how well-put-together he was. And, the more I looked at him, the more my dick started to respond. It was clear that he’d noticed the bulge. I’d periodically seen him glancing down there, but, unsurprisingly, he seemed entirely unflustered. Over the course of a few minutes, a veil of sexual excitement began to engulf us. I could see that he was suddenly nervous. I think he could tell that something was imminent, something outside the scope of his experiences. It became clear that he was utterly inexperienced in this particular department. I moved in for a kiss and he reciprocated, clumsily at first. I asked if he’d ever kissed a man before and wasn’t at all surprised when he told me that he hadn’t. I instantly felt a rush of excitement. Every single thing I chose to do with young Serg from that moment onwards would become a first for him. Fate had dictated that I show him the ropes. That’s a responsibility I don’t take lightly. Making out with him felt amazing. I kept having to step back to take it all in. This beautiful young man was standing in front of me with a hardon and a tight, little body and my task was simply to show him how amazing sex could be. We got into the tent and things got real hot real quickly. I had to keep reminding myself that he was inexperienced and that I needed to take things as slowly as I could. Of course, all I wanted to do was tear his clothes off and get my dick inside him. But, they say the best things come to those who wait… I unzipped his shirt and kissed him all over his smooth, pale, and surprisingly well-defined torso. Against all odds of the wild, he smelt clean. It drove me crazy. I unzipped his shorts and toyed with the impressive bulge in his pants. His solid dick was leaking pre-cum all over the place. That boy must have been hard for some time. I got my shirt off and threw myself down onto him, allowing my hairy chest to prickle and tickle his hairless body. I rubbed my stubbly chin against his soft cheeks. He started moaning and panting uncontrollably. I pulled his underpants down and exposed his peachy little ass, which has to be one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. My tongue was inside his crack in seconds, dancing and flickering over his tight virgin hole. Was it hot that I was pretty much fully dressed while he wriggled and writhed in front of me wearing just his neckerchief and a cap? Hell yeah! I got my tongue inside his ass again and then gently pushed my thumb into his hole, slowly preparing him for what was likely to be a mind-blowing experience for us both. There was never a moment when he questioned what was happening or told me he was unsure. He knew what was coming and it excited him. There was an unspoken moment when we both realized the time had come. He got on all fours and arched his back and I spat on my big dick and slowly positioned it into his tight, quivering body. It was clearly a lot for him to process. I’m pretty sure it must have hurt like hell, but he gritted his teeth like a good boy and allowed me to sink further and further into his body. And, then, just like that, I started to fuck him. Slowly to begin with and then, with each stroke, I upped the speed and intensity, taking my prize and making every inch of him mine. He groaned and gasped, submitting himself to every second of this mind-boggling new experience. I got him onto his back and continued my work. I stared down into those big, trusting, puppy-dog eyes of his, watching intently as his expression switched between pure carnal pleasure and profound disbelief. His hole was tight. It seemed to grip onto my dick like some kind of iron clamp. I picked up the speed, slamming my meat in-and-out of him in a lust-filled frenzy. Every second of the ride dragged me closer to the edge. I shot deep inside him, lining his insides with my thick juice. I knew that he would never forget the magic and beauty of his first encounter. And frankly, neither would I…
