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It was the first day of summer. You know that day when the sun shines endlessly for the first time and you feel that rush of optimism, thinking about all the cool adventures you’re gonna have over the next few months. This year was a little different, however. A little more exciting somehow. I realized there was something else in the air. It was like the sap was rising and my body was tingling. I was desperate for sex.
This time last year I was a virgin. In fact, I’d barely contemplated sex and certainly had not acknowledged that I was attracted to men. Everything changed when I met Scoutmaster Starr. He instantly made me feel safe and special and sexy and I yielded to him without question. What’s more, he was the perfect instructor. He took everything at a pace I felt happy with and made sure that I was okay at every stage.
Afterwards, I went a little silly, wondering if I’d maybe done the wrong thing, questioning whether I was even gay, and thinking maybe I was heading to a place where there was no coming back from. I’m not sure I handled things in a particularly grown-up way. I skipped the next trip out into the wilds and did everything I could to avoid Scoutmaster Starr. Of course it was all pretty pointless; the less I saw him, the more I thought about him, and the more I tried to deny what had happened, the more turned on I became when I thought about it! Then one day when I was walking in the woods, trying to clear my head of the perfect view I’d gotten that morning of Scoutmaster Starr swimming in the lake. I ended up hooking up with Scoutmaster Scott! It’s a long story, too long to recount, but I think the expression is “out of the frying pan and into the fire.” The encounter with Scoutmaster Scott was as intense as it was rushed, but it absolutely proved to me that I was 100% attracted to men, and, furthermore, that my attempts to avoid embracing this fact had been utterly futile… (read more in Scoutboys on Carnal+…)
