Scot wasn't a loner but he did enjoy his own company. At eighteen Scot's mum thought he would be out all summer with his pals but he wasn't. At the start of the holidays Scot sat in his room on his computer all day despite the scorching weather outside. His mum wasn't happy about this at all. "Scot I have signed you up for a camp with other boys your age to get you out of your room, no arguments you are going. You leave tomorrow."
Scot always tried to keep his mum happy so he didn't argue. He really didn't want to go but he knew he had no choice in the matter so he stormed back upstairs banging his door as he did so to show his annoyance and started to pack.
Scot was a fine looking boy. He worked out a little and always kept up with fashion. He didn't like the idea of rolling around in mud unless it was with some hot woman. He packed all his clothes. He was making sure that if he had to go then at least he would go in style.
The next day his mum dropped him and his huge rucksack at the church where a bus was leaving. He got on the bus to discover it to be full of geeks. He was grumpier than ever. He found an empty pair of seats and sat himself down making sure his bag took up the seat next to him he didn't want anyone to ruin his reputation. The bus journey seemed to last forever he sat there listening to his music at full volume trying to block out the scene he was in.
The bus finally pulled to a stop. Scot looked out the window. He was in the middle of nowhere surrounded by fields and forests with a bus full of gimps - his idea of absolute hell! He pushed his way through to get of the bus as quick as he could and waited on the others to join him. They all gathered and the camp leader John split them into teams.
Scot was lumbered with Gary and Harry twins both ginger with glasses and braces. He couldn't believe it he felt like he would rather die. "Ok lets get rules set out now... I don't like you already so don't talk to me unless you have to. I have my own tent I am not sharing with you and don't follow me around!" The twins agreed. They were both scared of Scot, he had quite big muscles and was very strong and they knew he could give them a beating if they annoyed him.
Scot set up his tent far away from the twins and left them struggling to get theirs put up. He got out his sleeping bag and soon fell asleep. It was all too much for him.
"fuck off you gimps!" Scot screamed angrily as a shaking of his tent awoke him. He turned back over and tried to ignore the shaking but then he heard the zip start to move down. "I swear to god if that's you two you better run because I'll rip off your balls if you even have any!" He roared.
He heard a soft mutter and he knew it wasn't the twins. He rolled over to see a tall, tanned and extremely gorgeous thirty odd year old woman staring in. She had long wavy flowing brown hair and stunning green eyes.
"Come on grumpy.. I'm Louise, I'm the leader of your group for the rest of the week. Dinner is just about ready come on hurry up get dressed and join the rest of us!"
As soon as Scot realized what was happening she was gone. He slowly wriggled out his sleeping bag to find that his visitor has somewhat excited him a little. His 8 inch cock was poking out from his tight jeans. He quickly thought about where he was surrounded by gimps and it soon settled. "Maybe this camp could be sort of ok" he thought to himself.
Scot went through his bag and found a tight striped shirt and his best jeans. He picked his favourite spotless white trainers and headed across the field to the hall for dinner. As he walked in the door he saw that there was only one seat left, and it was across from Louise.
He swaggered over trying to look cool, although that wasn't hard in relation to the rest of the room. He took a seat and gave a shy grin across at Louise, who slightly grinned back.
As he ate he took the time to properly take in Louise. She was wearing a fitted white tank top from which he could see the frills of her bra and the outline of her nipples were slightly erect. Her long hair hung down just below her shoulders and he beautiful green eyes twinkled in the sun shining in through the windows.
Louise caught Scot staring at her and she felt kind of flattered. He was a good looking young man she thought. "So what's your name or am I going to have to call you grumpy for the rest of the week?" She asked. Scot calmly replied "They call me Scot," But he was really didn't care what she called him along as she spoke to him.
They chatted until he had finished his dinner. He played it cool and then left the table without even saying bye.
As he walked back to his tent again he felt the excitement brewing down below as his cock began to tingle he felt uncomfortable in his tight boxers so he went to get out of his clothes and ready for bed. It had been a long day for him and Scot didn't really feel like joining the others for team games, even if it did mean seeing Louise again.
