Ian ignored the calls of Dan as he ran through the woods, enjoying the feeling of freedom that came with being a satyr. He ran and ran, losing track of time and direction, feeling the leaves brush against his naked skin.
Eventually he stopped, laughing as he collapsed into some soft moss, breath slightly heavy. He let laughter overtake him for several minutes before calming down and basking in the light of the sun. It was a warm day, and the forest welcoming. The satyr found himself drifting off with content but a dryness in his mouth made him sit up again.
Looking around Ian did not recognise where he was, but could hear the babble of a creek nearby. He pulled himself up and worked his way through the brush and low hanging branches to find a large creek playing over a rocky bed. Wading between two large boulders he squated down to scoop water to his lips. Finding the water sweet to the taste and cool he leaned forward to put his hands in the water to drink directly from the flow. His rear and tail held in the air and he couldn't help but chuckle to himself at feeling ready to be mounted.
After drinking his fill he let himself fall into the shallow depth of the water and rested against the large bolder. He was still thinking about his ealier position and the posibilities, making his organ swell. He wistfully fingered his length as he daydreamed untill he heard voices nearby. Male voices about his age. He got up and peaked around the boulder to see three young men setting up a tent on the bank just up stream him him, not a hundred yards away.
They seamed to be griping about their location and the fact that they were outdoors instead of at home playing their videogames. Each one wore the uniform of an eagle scout, some parts undone in the pleasant warmth of the day.
"Man, I know it's required to do a full two days camp before the ceremony, but couldn't we have done it in my backyard instead of out here in the middle of nowhere? Or maybe even closer to the parking lot!" The taller one, a tan youth of maybe 17 years of age with dirty blonde hair and gentle brown eyes, was pulling the strings of their tent into position. He looked over at his dark brown haired friend who was stacking stones around a shallow hole he dug for their firepit.
"Because we were told to camp away from all that, and the scout master was even nice enough to show me this place last week. Said it's the perfect place. Near a water source but above the floodline, plenty of berry bushes nearby. And the largest animal known too be around is a fox. What more could you ask for?" he brushed a bang out of his face and looked up at his friend. What the taller boy had in height, he had in definition. Being the running back on the highschool football team had left him muscled and handsome.
"Cable and wireless." The dirty-blonde mumbled, making their last companion laugh. This young man was of native american decent and it showed in his beautiful brown skin and long silk black hair. His dark eyes always had a playful smile on them. He was walking down to the creek to get some water to boil once they had the fire going.
"Can't just enjoy the outdoors can you Mike? A little sun can't hurt you." He set the pot he had down and took off his shirt, leaving him in only a wife beater. Ian sighed at the sight, unheard by the three.
"Says the guy who has more game systems then wal-mart. You're just as bad Jim." The brown haired boy, Brad, added. They all laughed and went about making the camp, chatting about other things as they went about their duties.
Ian grinned and watched them for a bit, specially Jim who was wading further into the stream. The young indian took off his shirt and threw it back to shore, then rubbed some of the cool water on his skin to cool off. After a few minutes he told his friends he was going to go a little farther down stream to take a swim where the water wasn't so swift and shallow. They told him not to go too far and he walked away with his towel.