Joining the Scouts is the best thing I’ve ever done. I can’t believe I almost didn't join; I'd somehow convinced myself that it was all going to be for nothing. Looking back, I think I was just terrified of the unknown. From the moment I entered the Scout hut, I never looked back. I instantly felt like I’d found a home. A tribe. My eyes have been opened to so much. I’ve become more focused, more disciplined, more practical and unflappable. If I’m not yet a man, I figure I’m well on the way to becoming one! The thing which has most blown my mind since joining these Scouts is the thing they call sex! I turned up on that first day as a complete innocent. I’d barely started learning to jerk off and it certainly hadn’t crossed my mind that I might be into guys. I’ll always be grateful to Scoutmaster St. Michael, who gathered me in and showed me those particular ropes. After taking me that first time, he encouraged me to explore my fantasies with boys my own age. He was always there for me to return to whenever I felt the urge… which was a pretty regular occurrence, if I’m honest! Once you’ve had a man as potent and powerful as St. Michael, it’s impossible not to crave more of him. He was my first and he’ll probably always be the best.