Hope you like the story! Just so you know, even though it says boy scout in the title it isn’t a homosexual story.I couldn’t believe that I was actually going to a stupid camp with a bunch of fifth graders. Whiny little kids who probably didn’t even know what a tent was.
I had been in girl guides for eight years, since I was nine years old. Don’t get me wrong, I love camping, and hiking, and all that kind of stuff. It was basically what ran through my veins instead of blood. But I usually did it with girls my own age, people I could talk to and have a lot of fun with. Now that I was seventeen I wanted to be able to go out on my own, not with some group that just needed an extra person to go.
The only reason I agreed to go in the first place was because my mom said that if I kept up with good behaviour and did my part for the community she would consider buying me a car for graduation. I really had no other choice.
On the plus side, I convinced my friend to come too. She was a year younger than me, but better then anyone else I was with.
We arrived at the lake and got out of the van. The camp leaders round up all the smaller girls, showing them all the places they could have their tent. I knew it would keep them occupied for long enough, all wanting the beat spot.
I walked towards the lake with my friend Kristy. Even though she was young, she looked a lot older than her age. She had long blond hair that she seemed to never have to work on and had bright blue eyes. She was short, but very slim, a toned body. From my camping experience with her and many games of truth or dare, I knew that unlike me, she wasn’t a virgin. I knew why, she had a nice round ass and perky B-cups.
I was pretty average looking in my opinion, the normal brown hair and brown eyes, although my hair got quite curly, especially when camping. I was tall, an athletic body from hiking. My proudest feature was my C-cup breasts. I was a virgin, mostly by choice. A bit because no one really wanted to have sex with me.
Even though I was a virgin though, I thought about sex a lot. How it would feel, what it would be like. I had done sexual things, but I could never bring myself to actually take the plunge and give a guy my virginity. Partially because I couldn’t find a guy worth giving my virginity, but I was afraid it would hurt too. Even though Kristy told me it felt great after the first time, I didn’t believe her. Although, she was also the girl that told me anal was the equivalent of heaven.
“Eliza, this will be so much fun!” Kristy says sarcastically and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“It could always be worse.” I shrug and sit by the lake, looking down in my reflection. I wanted to just jump in, but then I would mess up my clothes, and since I was wearing a white shirt people could see my boobs. But what did I care?
“How? We have to stay here for a week looking after a bunch of kids we don’t know.” She sighs and sits next to me. “We could be at home.”
“You didn’t have to come.” I say.
She smirks. “Who can deny your pretty little face anything?”
I laugh and then look across the lake, seeing another group setting up. I recognized them right away, their group at least. I had no idea who the people were. “Hey Kristy, looks like we got some boy scouts.”
“What?” She perked up right away. There was a weird thing between boy scouts and girl guides, we hate each other. Or hated, when we were younger. I remember being ten, seeing a boy scout made me scream about cooties and freak out because we thought they were horrible. Now we could admire them for what they are, really hot. Seventeen year old boy scouts had to go through gruelling training that made their bodies amazing, and since they had an “honour code” they were never douchebags.
“Rethinking how horrible the week is?” I ask and smirk, looking at her.
“Hell yes.” She says and we both laugh, looking over. They were my one weakness, it was something that could always improve a week. Even if I never talked to them, just looking at them made me melt. Guys that thought camping and doing random survival shit for fun? Couldn’t get any better.
“Girls, get up here!” The leader yells and we sigh, reluctantly leaving the lake. We would see them again though.
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We were sitting around the camp fire when we saw them next. The sun was starting to set, but it was still light and would be for about another half hour. Not that it mattered, I wandered around the forest late at night before.
Their camp leader walked over with one scout in tow, about my age. When I said scouts were hot though, I meant it. And this one was no exception.
He looked kind of rugged, long brown hair was down, messy. His uniform was covered in leaves and mud, probably from pushups or other shit scouts had to do. He was tall though, and skinny. I couldn’t see much muscle definition under his uniform, but I knew it was there. All scouts were muscular to some degree.
“Good evening ladies.” The leader said to us. “We are camping just across the lake, and my boys can’t seem to get a fire started.”
I smirked, knowing that it wasn’t too difficult to get a fire. And knowing what he was going to do next.
The leader nudged the boy and he cleared his throat. “Can we get some help?” He asked and all the little girls giggled. It was something I had seen before, if a scout didn’t get the fire, the leader would make them ask girls as a form of humiliation. I didn’t understand it, but it worked. He seemed embarrassed as all hell.
I look at Kristy and smirk, then look at him. “We can help.” I say and stand, then look back at our leader Carol. “If that’s fine with you.”
She nods and we start to walk with them. The lake wasn’t that huge, so the walk wasn’t long. But I found myself beside the boy right away.
“I’m Eliza.” I say to him as we walk through the trail. “That’s my friend Kristy.”
“Oh, I’m Keenan.” He says and smiles lightly. “Sorry about this by the way.”
“It’s an excuse to get out of camp flower power for awhile. I don’t mind.” I shrug, really just wanting the chance to see in their camp. “Does he do this all the time?”
“No, last time he took away our tents and sleeping bags until we got a fire…” He says and rubs the back of his head. “He’s a little psychotic.”
“They all are.” I assure him as we get to their camp. It was very neat and organized, looked like a military camp. Without the fire of course.
There was one other guy sitting by the fire, another one my age with dirty blond hair and brown eyes. He looked smaller than Keenan, still quite attractive though, muscular.
“Are you two the only ones?” I ask and Keenan shakes his head.
“Nope. They all have to lap the lake though. This is Peter by the way.” He says and his friend nods. The leader looks at them.
“Now maybe you two can learn something from these girls.” He growls and they nod.
“Yes sir.” They say as he leaves and I raise an eyebrow.
“What a hardass.” I say and then look at their fire pit. “Flint or matches?”
“Flint.” Peter says and Keenan sighs. “It’s part of a merit badge.”
“The how to not set up a fire merit badge?” I ask and he passes me the flint. “Flint is always ten times harder.”
“You’re telling us.” Keenan says as I start to strike it. All four of us take turns trying.
It takes about ten minutes before we can get a decent sized fire going, it getting pretty dark out. All the other scouts come back and Keenan looks at me.
“We can walk you back to your campsite.” He offers and Peter nods and stands. I was glad they were going to, they seemed nice enough. Not like creepy rapists or anything.
We began to walk and I could help looking back at Keenan and biting my lip. He was really attractive, I couldn’t deny that.
“What are you waiting for Keenan?” Peter asks and tosses him a bottle. “Offer the nice girls a drink.”
I look at what he holds, a bottle of Jack Daniels. I gasp. “How the fuck did you sneak that in?”
“He never checks.” Keenan shrugs and opening it, passing it to me. I take a gulp, hating and loving the taste at the same time. I had no idea what I was doing, drinking with two boy scouts and my best friend on my way back to a camp. “Like it?”
I nod and pass him back the bottle. He takes a swig before passing it to Peter. “Maybe camping isn’t so bad.” I smirk and look at him as he laughs.
“Not happy to be with young kids?” He asks and I shake my head.
“I don’t mind it so much, but it’s mainly for the car that my moms offering.” I shrug.
“The proverbial carrot in front of your nose?” He smirks as we stop walking and sit down in the forest. “My dad signed me up for this. I hated it at first.” He says as the bottle comes back around to me. I look over at Peter and Kristy, both talking to each other. I knew she wasn’t drunk enough to make a move on him yet, get enough booze in her though and she turns into a slut.
“At first?” I take another drink and pass it to him. He drinks a bit before giving it back.
“Well, you get to meet cool people. See awesome things. Get wasted in a forest.” He smirks.
“So you do this often?” I ask and he laughs and shakes his head.
“Will you think I’m less of a badass if I say no?” He asks and I giggle. “But no, I don’t. Well, usually not with girls. I’m usually stuck with Peter over here.”
“Ouch.” Peter looks at him and Kristy and I laugh.
“You drink often?” He asks me and I shake my head.
“I have. But I wouldn’t say often. More just breaking into my mom and dads liquor cabinet and spiking my drinks.” I admit. “Oh, and the one party Kristy brought me to, also known as the giant orgy.” His eyes widen and I laugh again. “I left before hand.”
“God, trying to give me a heart attack?” He asks and I laugh and take another big gulp. “What are you going to tell them when you get back?”
“They’ll be asleep by the time we get back. They’re ten. Plus, Kristy and I have our own tent.” I shrug. “You?”
“That you girls wouldn’t let us leave until we properly thanked you.” He jokes and I raise an eyebrow.
“And how would that be?” I ask and he smirks.
“How do you want us to?” He asks and tries to pass over the bottle, neither of them taking it. “I guess the rest is for us.”
“Good, because I’m not sleeping with you until I’m really drunk.” I smirk and he rolls his eyes.
“Apparently it takes your friend three shots of Jack.” He says and I look over. She straddled Peter’s lap, he had her hands all over her as they made out. I would be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on a little bit, especially when he squeezed her ass tightly.
“Your friend a douche?” I ask and he shakes his head. “Good.”
He laughs. “I’m guessing your friend isn’t a herpes ridden bitch?” He asks and I burst out laughing, starting to feel the affects of the alcohol hit my system. “So how am I going to thank you?”
I think and then look back over at Peter and Kristy, them just kissing, not going any further. “Tell me what you would do to me if I gave you total control of my body.”
I didn’t know why I was acting like such a slut. It was probably the mixture of the alcohol and Keenan’s hotness. Or maybe I was just a slut and didn’t know it.
He raises an eyebrow. “Well I would start by kissing you, slowly…” He says and I smirk, looking at him. “Then kissing all over your body… Every inch of you. Then…” He smirks. “I would tell you to go back to your camp.”
I look at him. “What?”
“I’m a virgin. I don’t just fuck random girls in forests.” He says and chuckles softly. I roll my eyes, still smiling.
“I am too.” I say and look at him. “I’ll give you the stupid boy scout honour handshake or whatever shit you guys do to prove you aren’t lying.”
He laughs. “I believe you!”
I smile and then lean in, kissing him softly. His eyes widen, and then he kisses me back, wrapping his arms around me. He pulls me close as I kiss him deeply, slipping my tongue into his mouth. He kisses back with just as much passion, rubbing my back, pulling me closer.
I break the kiss and then look at him. “Do you trust me?”
He nods and then kisses me again, running his hands through my hair. I wanted him to pull my hair, throw me to the ground and fuck my virginity away, again the alcohol talking. But he didn’t, he just kissed me.
“Close your eyes.” I whisper to him and he nods, following my command without hesitation. “And don’t open them for any reason.”
I kiss him again, swirling my tongue around his mouth a couple times before moving down and kissing his neck, making sure to not make any mark as my hands get to work on undoing his pants. I can hear him moan softly as I let his cock free, semi hard already.
I give it a few strokes to start, getting it to harden even more. I had given a blowjob once before, to get a boyfriend off my back about actually fucking. The next day he fucked one of my friends up the ass because I never gave him anything.
I check to make sure his eyes are closed and then kiss him softly one more time. I then go down and look at his cock, it being average sized, around six inches, maybe closer to seven. Uncut. I didn’t care that Peter and Kristy were sitting right beside us, actually forgot about them.
I stroke his cock and then lower my mouth onto his head, his body shuddering lightly. I take the head into my mouth and he groans, probably never being touched like this. I just hoped he would last, wanting to make it really good for him.
I swirl my tongue around the tip, still stroking around the base with one of my hands. I take another inch of him in my mouth and then remove it completely, wanting to tease him a little. I play with his balls for a moment, and then go back down, sucking a bit more.
He starts to breath heavily, his hand moving to the back of my head and stroking my hair lightly. I lick up the entire length of his cock and then look at him, his eyes still closed, trying the best to stay as quiet as possible.
I increase my speed, being able to take most of him into my mouth. I started to think that this was stupid, but his groans of approval kept me going. I suck him hard and fast for a moment, then slow down.
I felt his throbbing cock in the back of my throat, almost ready to burst. I stop for a moment, glad that he has held off this long, but wanting him to have a great orgasm.
He bites his lip, the strain on his face to hold back. I go back down and start to play with his balls as I suck him, him groaning loudly as he finally climaxes.
Rope after rope of hot sticky cum shoots into the back of my throat. I swallow all of it, loving his taste. I always thought it would be disgusting to swallow, so I spit my first time giving a blowjob. But this time I felt compelled to swallow.
After he finishes I look up at him and lean do up his pants, looking at him. “Open your eyes.” I say and then take a sip of Jacks.
He opens his eyes and then looks at me and smiles. “Wow… Did that really just happen?”
“I hope it did. If it didn’t then you drugged me.” I say and then stand up, looking and Kristy and Peter. She was of course topless, still just making out though. “Kristy, we should head back.” I say and then Keenan looks at me.
“Can we see each other again?” He asks and I nod and kiss him.
“Tomorrow. Same place.” I smile at him brightly as Kristy dresses herself. “See you then Keenan.” I say and then kiss him one more time, deeply.
He and Peter stay there as Kristy and I walk off. She looks at me and raises an eyebrow. “You seem happy.”
I smirk and then hit her arm as we get back to our site. “Shut up.”
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Going to do another chapter soon. 😀