Scoutmaster Tides is just so handsome! Every time I look at him I feel myself blushing and going all silly. When I found out that he’d be overseeing my Elite Scout pledge, I was almost too nervous to turn up. I knew I’d end up making a fool of myself in some way. He’s younger than the other Scoutmasters, which ought to make him much easier to talk to, but I don’t seem to be able to get a word out in his presence. To make matters worse, I always get the impression that he finds me quite amusing, which just serves to make me even more tongue-tied.
So anyway, there I was, alone with him in the main office, trying to focus on what he was saying but failing miserably because I kept getting lost in his big blue eyes. Everything I said felt like it was turning to dust on my lips and I just knew I was blushing scarlet.He told me ...[Read more]
He told me to stand and recite the pledge, but I had a raging boner in my uniform shorts and couldn't remember half of the words because I was putting too much effort into willing it to go down. In the end I managed to pull myself together for long enough to get the words out in vaguely the right order. I’ve said them enough times in my life so I was angry with myself for struggling so much. I kept trying to remind myself what an honor it was to be progressing through the Scouts like this, but as he approached me with the pin, I felt my knees turning to jello.
It took him the longest time to attach the pin to my shirt pocket and then there was a crazy-long pause where I was expecting him to speak, but he just stood there, fussing over me, fiddling with my neckerchief and the collar of my shirt, almost as though he were somehow finding excuses to touch me. I didn’t dare to look at him. Of course, the rational side of my brain was dismissing every one of his movements, naggingly informing me that the thoughts my irrational brain was churning out would get me into a whole heap of trouble or humiliation.
And yet he continued to touch me…
He stopped and stared hard into my eyes. God only knows where I found the courage to keep his gaze. It was the most intense look. It felt so heavy and I knew it was heading somewhere special.
He leaned into me and pushed his lips against mine. I’ve never kissed a dude before—to tell you the truth, I’ve never kissed anyone properly before, so I guess I just went with the flow and copied what he was doing, hoping desperately that he wasn’t suddenly going to pull away because I was so hopelessly inexperienced. It certainly felt a little weird and unnatural to begin with. It wasn’t at all how I’d imagined it would feel, but the more we kissed, the more I got into it.
I loved how he smelt. His breath was minty and he was wearing a subtle scent which reminded me of something I once encountered on a cute guy in a swimming pool changing room. The Scoutmaster’s skin was smooth. He was very closely shaven so everything felt soft. His tongue flickered against my lips and then, as I parted them, it entered my mouth where it fluttered about like a butterfly. When I got the opportunity, I pushed my tongue back into his mouth and allowed it to slide and glide against his. He had his eyes closed. I couldn’t work out whether I should do the same.
He ran his hands over my stomach and I almost yelped with surprise. I didn’t know I was so sensitive down there! This is going to sound lame, but the more he touched me and the more we made out, the more of a man I felt. The nerves evaporated and were replaced by a sense of desire which seemed to grow from my groin. He unzipped my shirt and I stared him straight in the eye, daring him to take it further, suddenly feeling like his equal rather than some stupid, giggling kid. He pulled my shirt off and then turned his attention to my shorts. I should have felt nervous—everything was moving so quickly—but I wanted him to see me naked.
He let my shorts drop to the ground and then started to work on my underwear, cupping my now rock-hard dick in the palm of his hands before allowing it to bounce out. And then there we were, Scoutmaster Tides still fully dressed and me completely naked but for my cap and neckerchief. He ran his hand up and down the shaft of my dick and sent shivers of pure expectation surging through my body. My arms were suddenly covered in goosebumps. My nipples became tiny rocks.
He pushed me against the desk. My dick momentarily got stuck on the wooden surface before a jet of precum flew out and allowed it to slide. He squatted behind me and I felt his tongue running over my ass cheeks. The sensation made me feel a little panicky, but the more he did it, the more I wanted it. By the time his tongue had slid into my crack and was flickering over my hole, I was in a state of pure ecstasy.
It’s not something I’d ever felt before; I was hot and shaking, but simultaneously all tingly and cold. I could feel my heart throbbing in my chest, but also a sort of pounding in my balls and lower belly. The overall sensation was one of want… maybe even need. I needed him to keep going.
He stood up behind me and I gingerly glanced around to see him undoing the belt on his uniform pants. I turned away and listened intently as he undid the top button and partially unzipped the fly. Then I heard the billowing sound of his shirt flying onto the chair behind. I held my breath. I Instinctively knew what was coming. I didn’t know how it would feel but I knew I wanted it.
I heard him dropping his shorts and pulling down his underpants and sensed that he was moving towards me. I felt the tip of his dick pressing between my ass cheeks. I felt it pushing against my hole. It seemed impossibly large; the idea that it would ever get inside me was almost laughable. He started to push and I suddenly felt the head creeping into me. And then, in one single thrust, he pushed it all the way. I can’t begin to describe the sensation: It was a huge relief on one hand, but on the other, it hurt like hell. It genuinely felt as though I were losing control of my functions. It was the best I could do to stay calm. I somehow knew that if I succumbed to my panic, the whole thing would come crashing to an end.
He started to slide in and out of me. I was losing my virginity. It was actually happening. This was how it felt to take another man’s dick. This was genuine intimacy. I was his boy, his plaything, and it was my duty to please him. My ass muscles spontaneously gripped his dick and I felt an unwavering desire to squeeze as hard as I could. He let out a gasp of pleasure.
I looked around at him, marveling at the beauty of his ripped body, feeling both surprised and excited that he’d chosen me, and wondering if any other boy in the world could ever even hope to have such a powerful, sexy man take them for the first time. He kissed me and started to jerk my dick. I immediately felt a sense of desperation, almost as though there were no way he could ever fuck me hard or deep enough. I wanted every inch of his raw, lustful cock and I wanted to feel it exploding inside me.
He pushed me onto my back on the desk and thrust his dick back into me, driving it harder and harder while staring down into my face. My dick was rock-hard and twitching, leaving glistening trails of pre-cum on my stomach. I looked into his face, willing him to want me as much as I wanted him, gripping onto his dick with every internal muscle I could engage...
The faster and faster he went the louder and deeper I moaned. Then he pulled his huge dick out of me and started to jerk it frantically. He exploded like some sort of can of whipped cream. Enormous jets of his semen flew all over me, all over my dick and right up into my face. Then he pushed himself back into me and used the cum on my dick as lubrication as he jerked me into oblivion. I felt alive. I felt complete. I felt like, finally, a real man.
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