When I was 12 I joined the boy scouts. One of our troop leaders was a priest we called Father Mike. Every weekend he took one or two boys and rarely three on a camping trip when the weather was nice. I joined right after my birthday in December so it was kind of too cold for a while but then in June he asked me if I wanted to go and I got excited and got my mom to buy me all kinds of camping gear. I had never been camping before and that was the main reason I joined the boy scouts. So on this trip it was just Father Mike and me.

Now Father Mike was a very young priest right out of the seminary and had very long hair and was quite lean and almost effeminate the way he spoke and acted and I had heard rumors that he liked boys. But at 12 I was more interested in camping than anything else.

So Father Mike drove us about 100 miles into the wilderness to a camp site he had taken a lot of boys before. It was in a state forrest and we drove for about 20 minutes after we got there before we found his secluded camp site. There was a wood platform for a tent and about a quarter mile down the road was a community out house though Father Mike said for peeing we would use nearby bushes. Once we got the Tent all set up and our gear stowed we went for a walk.

I liked Father Mike, a lot. I had not yet fully become concious of my homosexuality but I got a yummy tingling sensation when he slipped his hand into mine on the path. He took us to a secluded spot on the edge of a lake. It was beautiful, the blue sky with a few clouds were reflected off the mirror smooth surface of the lake disturbed only by occasional fish and frogs jumping. He told me that I must be hot in all my clothes and suggested we go for a swim. I eagerly followed his suggestion and stripped down to my bathing suit. Then Father Mike stripped down completely naked and dove into the lake. I thought it would be icy cold but found it surprisingly warm dove in myself.

"Affraid to go skinny dipping??" he asked me. I told him I had never done that before and nobody had ever seen me naked except when I was little. He told me I was hot and sexy and should show off my body. Well that was all I needed for encouragement. The very idea that a good looking man like Father Mike thought I was sexy was a shock and a pleasant one. Secretly I kind of had the hots for him though didn't know how to express it. I didn't need to worry because the next thing I knew he swam right up to me and put his arms around me and slipped my bathing suit off and tossed it to the beach. He slipped his finger into the crack of my ass and tickled my asshole and I thought I would die right there from the pleasure of his touch.

We embraced, he gave me my first adult kiss and we strolled back to the tent and that is where he made love to me. First he gently took my head in his nands and guided my mouth to his imense erection. I inhaled the musky aroma from his uncircumcised cock then opened my mouth and let him slide it as far into my mouth as it would go which was about half way. I could taste his precum which was delicious and I just went to town sucking away. It took him about 10 minutes to cum down my throat and another 20 to get hard again. Meanwhile he licked my ass and sucked on my cock and when he was finally ready he fucked my ass. I had been masturbating for about 6 months, ever since I had turned 12 and had been fingering my own ass for about three. But this was far better. He was about three times as thick as my finger was and so it was a little slow going at first but then he picked up the pace and got in balls deep and fucked the living shit out of me while tongue fucking my mouth. I was in gay pre teen heaven.

So we pretty much fucked away the entire weekend doing all kinds of things that he would go to prison for if I didn't love him as much as I do.

We went camping together several times that first summer, a few times with other scouts though I was always the youngest to go when I went. A few times we had a four way with two really pretty guys a few years older than me.