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scout logan | Chapter 6

stroking with the scoutmaster

Scoutmaster Mckeon and Scout Logan
November 16, 2023 | Full Length Video : 27min 29sec
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It’s hard for me to remember the person I was when I joined the Elite Scouts. I was nervous, scruffy, and lacking confidence. I barely knew how to fasten my neckerchief and felt embarrassed and ashamed every time I caught my reflection. I’m so grateful for the mentoring I’ve received from the brilliant Scoutmasters in our troop because it’s entirely changed who I am. I now know my value and my purpose in life. I can walk with my head held high and these days, when I look into a mirror, I actively like what I see!

Scoutmaster McKeon has probably taught me more than anyone else. It’s weird for me to look back and think that, for the longest time, I’d be struck mute every time I saw him because he just seemed so, well, amazing.

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I guess the whole dynamic changed rather rapidly last Halloween when he seduced me with my friend Colton. Many would probably try to argue that he took advantage of a pair of boys who’d been spooked out by way too many ghost stories, but I can assure you that nothing could be further from the truth. In fact, I’ve been desperate for a re-run ever since. For a while afterwards, Scoutmaster McKeon acted all cool and aloof, like nothing had even happened, but then, after a while, I’d catch him glancing over at me and holding my gaze, and then, basically, over the past few months, it’s all gotten intense again.

I’d been trying to find some alone time with him for what felt like forever, but we always seemed to end up being thwarted. In the end, I just marched over to him one night and informed him that I wouldn’t be going on the hike the following morning for personal reasons and that I was absolutely fine to be left in the campsite on my own, but that, if he wanted to stay and keep me company, I wouldn’t complain. Before he’d had the chance to answer, I shuffled off again, wondering what the hell I’d just done.

Obviously, I spent the night awake, tossing and turning with embarrassment, wondering if I’d overstepped the mark and panicking that he’d be angry with me, or, worse still, that he’d punish me. The only plus side was that I didn’t have to try hard to look pale-faced and exhausted in the morning. People were coming up to me left, right and center to ask if I was okay, so no one was at all surprised when I said I wasn’t able to go on the hike. You can imagine how excited and relieved I was when Scoutmaster McKeon announced to the troop over breakfast that I wasn’t well and that he’d be remaining at base camp for the day to look after me. My dick went rock-hard in an instant and I’m pretty sure simultaneously my face went scarlet.

Mere minutes after the others had left we were clambering into his tent and lying next to each other on his ground sheet while gently feeling ourselves up. Scoutmaster McKeon undid his belt and zipper and pulled his dick out of his underpants like he was unveiling a precious jewel—which, of course, in many ways, he was. His dick is so big and so God-damned beautiful. It may even be the most perfect dick in the world. As he pulled it out, I instantly began to remember exactly how good it had felt inside me, and my heart started pounding with excitement.

I slowly uncovered my penis, feeling a little bashful that it wasn’t quite as impressive as his, but there was no doubting how rock-hard it was and quite how much pre-cum was oozing out of it. He couldn’t take his eyes off it. We jerked ourselves off, slowly and seductively, teasing each other with lust-laden looks while trying to decide who was going to make the definitive move. It took a while for my nerves to dissipate. I could feel my hands shaking as I reached out to touch his thigh, but as I grabbed the base of his dick and started to squeeze, I finally found myself able to regulate my breathing.

He stared into my eyes with such intensity. I felt like I was being drawn towards him by some mysterious force—like our lips were magnetically charged. I held off as long as I could, staring at his beautiful mustache, wondering how epic it would be to feel it tickling my top lip as we kissed. At that point I found myself entering a trance of profound sensuality. The sounds of the morning birds outside the tent intensified, the hollow tapping of a woodpecker banging his beak against a tree became almost deafening. A light gust of pine-scented spring breeze crept into the tent, tickling the backs of our necks and making the hairs on our arms stand at attention.

I ended up sucking him before I kissed him. His dick just looked too enticing and I knew I had to get it into my mouth. I sucked it as carefully as I could, attempting to thrill him with every move I’d learned since becoming a sexual being, trying to get it as far into my mouth as possible, allowing my lips to sensuously glide up and down its thick shaft, flickering and fluttering my tongue over its head. He grabbed my face and pushed his dick into my throat. One of the things that I loved most about Scoutmaster McKeon is how dominant he likes to get. When you’re with him, you’ll always know exactly what he wants and expects. He’ll call the shots and believe me, he’ll always get his way.

He unzipped his shirt, threw his pants off and pushed me onto all fours, pulling my ass cheeks apart and eating me out until I was groaning with deep expectation. I could feel my hole literally twitching for him, desperate to feel his big cock sliding into me. Fortunately, he didn’t make me wait that long. After a few minutes of mind-blowing rimming, he knelt behind me and lined his dick up with my ass. He pushed himself into me and I was suddenly in heaven.

He started fairly gently and I heard my mouth involuntarily making noises of deep pleasure. Then he changed positions and I really began to feel him inside me. He grabbed my neck from behind with his big strong hands before pushing down hard on my head and starting to do push-ups inside me, thrusting his fingers into my mouth at the same time. And so it continued with him flinging me about, pulling me around, slapping me, twisting my body, biting me, pulling me into crazy contortions and choking me as he found the most intense and most pleasurable ways of fucking me.

At one point he turned me onto my back but remained inside me. It was the most extraordinary sensation, like someone was twisting a giant screwdriver inside me. Then it all got so intense that I just closed my eyes and allowed the waves of pure pleasure to ripple up and down my body. Once I was on my back he just went harder and harder, a big, wicked smile plastered across his face like he was taking great pleasure from my increasing discomfort.

He seemed to go harder, faster and deeper with every stroke until my ass was entirely numb and seemingly being torn to pieces. Then I felt his load tumbling into me - flooding my insides with creamy liquid which started to drip out of me the moment he withdrew. Being with him again, after all that time, was certainly worth the wait.

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Series: Scout Logan
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Chapters
1. The Pledge 31mn
Scout Logan was a good boy. He was always very careful about the way he looked, he listened intently to the Scoutmasters, behaved himself impeccably, and worked incredibly hard. Since joining the scouts, it had been his goal to become an elite scout. And when he was finally called-up to take a pledge of allegiance to this illustrious group, his heart almost burst with pride. He didn’t know Scoutmaster St. Michael, whom, he was told, would be overseeing the auspicious and apparently very private ceremony. St. Michael was new to the troop and Logan didn’t even know what he looked like. As the boy knocked on the office door, his heart started pounding with nerves. The Scoutmaster seemed a little aloof, but he was friendly enough. He was around 40, handsome and tanned with dirty blond hair. Because of his name, Logan had half-expected him to be French, but he spoke with a southern drawl, which the boy rather liked. Logan took a deep breath. His nerves were replaced by a sense of excitement. His childhood ambition was about to be realized… St. Michael opened a blue velvet box and removed a pin which he somewhat fumblingly attached to the shirt collar on the boy’s uniform. The Scoutmaster then took a second pin, which he attached to the other collar, and then another, which he pinned to the boy’s breast pocket. Logan was suddenly aware of the significance of the moment. It almost felt like a baptism into manhood. He felt ten feet tall. St. Michael stood incredibly close to Logan to pin the badges onto him. The moment felt very intimate. St. Michael caught Logan’s eye and blushed noticeably. The Scoutmaster then stepped back to admire his handiwork before attempting to smooth out a crease in the boy’s shirt, his hand slowly running up and down Logan’s chest in a gesture which could have been interpreted as a sexual overture. Logan wasn’t sure what to think, but he liked the sensation of the Scoutmaster’s hands pressing against his body. St. Michael sat down on a chair and told the boy to come and stand between his open legs. Logan was confused and a little embarrassed by the request, but he did as he was told, not quite knowing where to look or what to do when the Scoutmaster stared wantonly into his eyes and began clumsily touching him in increasingly intimate places. Logan relaxed. He felt his hands reaching towards the Scoutmaster’s chest and absentmindedly fondling his erect nipples through his shirt. A look of seriousness shot across St. Michael’s face. He was plainly overcome with excitement, but simultaneously grappling with guilt… The Scoutmaster suddenly pushed his hand into Logan’s crotch and started fondling the boy’s rock hard penis. The sensation scared Logan. No one had ever touched him like that before and he’d certainly never entertained the notion of being sexually attracted to another man. Besides, what would happen if someone suddenly walked into the office? Would he be thrown out of the scouts? St. Michael stood up and Logan dared to look down at his crotch for the first time. He could see the Scoutmaster’s dick very obviously bulging in his uniform trousers. The sight made him freeze with fear… Logan suddenly became aware of the Scoutmaster’s lips lunging towards him. And a couple of seconds later, they were kissing. Logan didn’t really know what to do. He’d seen people kissing in films but had never done anything of the sort in reality. He simply tried to copy what St. Michael was doing. The moment was as uncomfortable as it was hot. St. Michael stood behind Logan and undid his belt before pushing his shorts to the ground, kissing the boy’s neck hungrily while groping his dick through his underpants. Logan felt his legs giving way. The sensation was like nothing he’d ever experienced. His dick was so hard that he genuinely thought it was going to explode. St. Michael then unzipped Logan’s shirt, running his large hands lustfully over the boy’s slim, smooth chest. He wanted Logan so badly. His dick was pummeling precum into his uniform pants, desperate to get inside the boy’s virgin ass. He lowered Logan’s underpants and at last the smooth, skinny scout was naked but for his cap and neckerchief. Logan genuinely had no idea what to expect next. He could feel his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and terror. He loved everything that was happening to him, but the look of wild desperation on the Scoutmaster’s face scared him a little. St. Michael knelt down in front of the boy and started to suck his dick. The sensation was so intense. Logan had to fight hard to stop himself from shooting on the spot. St. Michael turned the boy around and pushed one of his legs onto the table so that his tight little ass was beautifully presented. The Scoutmaster then dropped to his knees again, hungrily licking and fingering the boy’s hole until Logan found himself gasping with mind-blowing pleasure and anticipation. He somehow knew that the Scoutmaster was preparing him for sex, but didn’t know how it was going to feel. What he did know was that he liked what the older man was doing to him - a lot. It made him feel desired, subservient, and keen to please… St. Michael stood and hastily unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants and underpants, unzipping his shirt at the same time to expose a neatly-cropped, hairy chest. His bulging dick was large and rock hard, so hard in fact that it was curving upwards. He stood behind the boy and lined his cock up with Logan’s tiny hole before driving it inside. Logan was in a trance-like state, so didn’t tense up when the scoutmaster penetrated him. St. Michael was surprised that he’d managed to enter the boy without the first-timer wincing or tightening, but Logan was in a state of pure ecstasy so he slid in relatively easily. The older man loved the sensation of the young boy’s tight ass wrapped firmly around his big, daddy dick. He instantly started to grind himself into Logan’s tiny body, going deeper and harder with every decadent, outrageous stroke. St. Michael was soon gritting his teeth and really getting stuck in, brutalizing the panting boy to fully satisfy every one of his sleazy sexual impulses while the darts of precum flew from his dick and lined the boy’s guts with extra lubrication. The Scoutmaster pulled out and pushed Logan onto his back, staring into the boy’s innocent eyes determinedly as he upped the pace and ferocity of his strokes, beads of sweat now pouring down his face and landing on the boy’s hairless belly. St. Michael let out a low, satisfied grunt as he felt the first waves of cum rising in his balls. He knew he needed to shoot inside Logan. He wanted to brand the boy; take ownership of him. He came hard and deep, so far inside Logan that he thought the load might never trickle back out again.
2. Setting Up Shelter 32mn
I guess you could describe me as pretty experienced for my age. That certainly hasn’t always been the case—before joining the Elite Scouts, I had absolutely no interest in the main hallmark of maturity: sex. To be honest, I found the thought utterly terrifying. Of course, the moment it happened, I was instantly hooked and now I can’t get enough of it! It was Scoutmaster St. Michael who took my virginity. Though it blew my mind, I’d always thought of the whole experience as a one-off thing. But more recently I’ve started to get a sense of unfinished business every time I see him. I’m an entirely different person now when compared to the nervous wreck I was when we first met. I know who I am these days, I know what I’m about, and I’ve learned a whole heap of tricks which have made me a far better lover! I want to share all that with the guy that kicked things off, so for the last few months I’ve been a bit flirty with him and he’s been responding in all the right ways. When he asked me to join him on a two-person hike, I was thrilled. There’s always someone hanging about at camp, so getting alone time with him, or anyone, was challenging. As we walked away from the others—out into the wilderness—I started to feel all the anxiety drift away. This was my opportunity; we were not going to be interrupted. We chatted about everything and anything, while carefully ignoring any discussion about what had happened when he initiated me into the Elite Scouts. I kept trying to push the conversation in that direction, but I got the strong sense that he was resisting, and that made me a whole heap less confident about his feelings towards me. We pitched a tent in a clearing at least five miles from base camp. There was no way anyone would stumble upon us there. We’d gone off the beaten track several times and I would’ve completely lost my bearings had Scoutmaster St. Michael not been there. We stood for a while, looking up at the sun glinting through the leaves of the tall trees overhead. The warm spring breeze massaged our faces and the backs of our necks. He stood close to me. I could feel the back of his hand brushing lightly against my thigh. And then, without further prompting, we kissed… It was a gentle, delicate, somewhat tentative kiss, a kiss which felt as though we were both seeking the other one’s permission. It was a kiss which grew with confidence. Our hands started to explore each other’s bodies. Then, it was the kiss of energy rekindling. Those old sensations came rushing back. I felt inexperienced again. I found myself shaking like a leaf. I was suddenly a complete novice in my master’s capable hands. I grabbed his bulge through the fabric of his pants, desperate to feel it inside me again. He stood behind me and thrust his body into my back while undoing my belt. My shorts dropped to the ground. Then, finally, finally, he released my throbbing, rock hard dick from the soft fabric encasement of my underpants. We got inside the tent and were immediately engulfed by that familiar damp, slightly stale, plastic smell which seems to accompany all tents. It’s an aroma I’ve started to associate with the promise of sex! We were instantly making out again, impatient to move things to the next level. Scoutmaster St. Michael started to undress himself. He uncovered his beautiful, upward-curving dick. His was the first erect penis I’d ever touched; I’d wondered if all dicks apart from mine were shaped like that. I’ve subsequently realized that his cock is brilliantly unique. It was plainly designed by mother nature to bring absolute pleasure to boys like me. I squatted down and started to suck him off. I looked up at his face while using my tongue and mouth to show him all the cool stuff I’d learned. He returned the favor and sucked me so good that I thought I was instantly gonna blow my load right down his throat! He asked if I was gonna give him my ass, so I threw myself down on all fours and dutifully presented my rear to him. He got to work with his tongue and fingers pretty darned quick, with a cheeky grin on his face which seemed to say, “just you wait…” My hole instantly opened up for him. If I didn’t know for certain that he was about to do it, I’d have begged him to fuck me. He knelt up behind me and started to push his solid dick into me. I yielded. I felt a sense of pure relief as he entered. This was the thing I’d longed for, the thing I needed beyond anything else… He rutted me, slowly and then with increasing force and speed. His curved dick did things to my insides which no other dick had ever done, or could ever do. The more he pleasured me, the more I felt the need to please him, tightening my ass muscles around his cock and pulling him into my stomach. I knew that getting onto my back was going to be the ultimate position because his curved dick would start to rub against my prostate. And sure enough, the moment he entered me like that, I was sent spinning off into some sort of erotic trance. I stared into his eyes—urging him to read the thoughts which were bouncing about in my head. I wanted him to know how much I needed him, and I needed him to know that I was his and his alone. We changed positions again and I rode him as hard as I could, loving the sensation of his giant dick mercilessly spearing my insides every time I lowered my body. We relaxed into a slow grind for a while, watching each other intently, passionately, knowingly… savoring every second of the experience. He slowly worked up the pace of his strokes until I was gasping uncontrollably. He, very suddenly, blew his load deep inside me. Who knows when that will make its way out of me again? It’s gonna feel good knowing there’s a piece of him inside me... and I think we’ll even go for a second round before it’s gone.
3. Stroking With The Scoutmaster 28mn
It’s hard for me to remember the person I was when I joined the Elite Scouts. I was nervous, scruffy, and lacking confidence. I barely knew how to fasten my neckerchief and felt embarrassed and ashamed every time I caught my reflection. I’m so grateful for the mentoring I’ve received from the brilliant Scoutmasters in our troop because it’s entirely changed who I am. I now know my value and my purpose in life. I can walk with my head held high and these days, when I look into a mirror, I actively like what I see! Scoutmaster McKeon has probably taught me more than anyone else. It’s weird for me to look back and think that, for the longest time, I’d be struck mute every time I saw him because he just seemed so, well, amazing. I guess the whole dynamic changed rather rapidly last Halloween when he seduced me with my friend Colton. Many would probably try to argue that he took advantage of a pair of boys who’d been spooked out by way too many ghost stories, but I can assure you that nothing could be further from the truth. In fact, I’ve been desperate for a re-run ever since. For a while afterwards, Scoutmaster McKeon acted all cool and aloof, like nothing had even happened, but then, after a while, I’d catch him glancing over at me and holding my gaze, and then, basically, over the past few months, it’s all gotten intense again. I’d been trying to find some alone time with him for what felt like forever, but we always seemed to end up being thwarted. In the end, I just marched over to him one night and informed him that I wouldn’t be going on the hike the following morning for personal reasons and that I was absolutely fine to be left in the campsite on my own, but that, if he wanted to stay and keep me company, I wouldn’t complain. Before he’d had the chance to answer, I shuffled off again, wondering what the hell I’d just done. Obviously, I spent the night awake, tossing and turning with embarrassment, wondering if I’d overstepped the mark and panicking that he’d be angry with me, or, worse still, that he’d punish me. The only plus side was that I didn’t have to try hard to look pale-faced and exhausted in the morning. People were coming up to me left, right and center to ask if I was okay, so no one was at all surprised when I said I wasn’t able to go on the hike. You can imagine how excited and relieved I was when Scoutmaster McKeon announced to the troop over breakfast that I wasn’t well and that he’d be remaining at base camp for the day to look after me. My dick went rock-hard in an instant and I’m pretty sure simultaneously my face went scarlet. Mere minutes after the others had left we were clambering into his tent and lying next to each other on his ground sheet while gently feeling ourselves up. Scoutmaster McKeon undid his belt and zipper and pulled his dick out of his underpants like he was unveiling a precious jewel—which, of course, in many ways, he was. His dick is so big and so God-damned beautiful. It may even be the most perfect dick in the world. As he pulled it out, I instantly began to remember exactly how good it had felt inside me, and my heart started pounding with excitement. I slowly uncovered my penis, feeling a little bashful that it wasn’t quite as impressive as his, but there was no doubting how rock-hard it was and quite how much pre-cum was oozing out of it. He couldn’t take his eyes off it. We jerked ourselves off, slowly and seductively, teasing each other with lust-laden looks while trying to decide who was going to make the definitive move. It took a while for my nerves to dissipate. I could feel my hands shaking as I reached out to touch his thigh, but as I grabbed the base of his dick and started to squeeze, I finally found myself able to regulate my breathing. He stared into my eyes with such intensity. I felt like I was being drawn towards him by some mysterious force—like our lips were magnetically charged. I held off as long as I could, staring at his beautiful mustache, wondering how epic it would be to feel it tickling my top lip as we kissed. At that point I found myself entering a trance of profound sensuality. The sounds of the morning birds outside the tent intensified, the hollow tapping of a woodpecker banging his beak against a tree became almost deafening. A light gust of pine-scented spring breeze crept into the tent, tickling the backs of our necks and making the hairs on our arms stand at attention. I ended up sucking him before I kissed him. His dick just looked too enticing and I knew I had to get it into my mouth. I sucked it as carefully as I could, attempting to thrill him with every move I’d learned since becoming a sexual being, trying to get it as far into my mouth as possible, allowing my lips to sensuously glide up and down its thick shaft, flickering and fluttering my tongue over its head. He grabbed my face and pushed his dick into my throat. One of the things that I loved most about Scoutmaster McKeon is how dominant he likes to get. When you’re with him, you’ll always know exactly what he wants and expects. He’ll call the shots and believe me, he’ll always get his way. He unzipped his shirt, threw his pants off and pushed me onto all fours, pulling my ass cheeks apart and eating me out until I was groaning with deep expectation. I could feel my hole literally twitching for him, desperate to feel his big cock sliding into me. Fortunately, he didn’t make me wait that long. After a few minutes of mind-blowing rimming, he knelt behind me and lined his dick up with my ass. He pushed himself into me and I was suddenly in heaven. He started fairly gently and I heard my mouth involuntarily making noises of deep pleasure. Then he changed positions and I really began to feel him inside me. He grabbed my neck from behind with his big strong hands before pushing down hard on my head and starting to do push-ups inside me, thrusting his fingers into my mouth at the same time. And so it continued with him flinging me about, pulling me around, slapping me, twisting my body, biting me, pulling me into crazy contortions and choking me as he found the most intense and most pleasurable ways of fucking me. At one point he turned me onto my back but remained inside me. It was the most extraordinary sensation, like someone was twisting a giant screwdriver inside me. Then it all got so intense that I just closed my eyes and allowed the waves of pure pleasure to ripple up and down my body. Once I was on my back he just went harder and harder, a big, wicked smile plastered across his face like he was taking great pleasure from my increasing discomfort. He seemed to go harder, faster and deeper with every stroke until my ass was entirely numb and seemingly being torn to pieces. Then I felt his load tumbling into me - flooding my insides with creamy liquid which started to drip out of me the moment he withdrew. Being with him again, after all that time, was certainly worth the wait.
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