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Scoutmaster St. Michael and Scout Colton
November 17, 2022 | Full Length Video : 23min 36sec
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I guess you could say that my sexual initiation came at the hands of Scoutmaster Wheeler. For a while, back in the early summer, we couldn’t get enough of each other. He was my first and he took his role incredibly seriously, teaching me everything I needed to know about sex - and more! He was also a gentleman. He took everything at the speed I needed it to go and as a result I never once felt out of my depth, or uncomfortable. I loved our time together…

In the end, we had to take a step back. It was all too intense and it was messing with my head. I still miss him of course, but I’m also young and I need to get out there and start living my life.

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Without wishing to sound like a tragic cliche, there is one other Scoutmaster I’ve got a bit of a thing for. Talk about having a type! I’ve been trying to fight off the feelings I’m developing for him, but it seems that the more I try to avoid him, the more we get thrown together. Life can be funny like that, can’t it? Anyway, Scoutmaster St. Michael is tall, blond and very strong and he has this incredibly sexy Southern drawl. He’s insanely practical in a really cool way. He can get a fire going with the dampest leaves, open cans of food with stones, lasso something from twelve feet away. I often found myself watching him in awe. I kept having to tell myself that he’s clearly not gay, and, even if he was, that he wouldn’t be interested in a little runt like me… but then, every so often, he’d shoot me a glance which made my head spin. It was the same sort of look which Scoutmaster Wheeler used to give me when he was feeling horny and wanted me to follow him into the woods. And it made me just as hard.

So yesterday, Scoutmaster St. Michael took me out to the woods to show me how to hang a hammock. For the record, it’s a series of way-too-complicated knots that I’m never going to remember, but he seemed pleased with me.

And then, just like that, it suddenly kicked off. To be honest, it’s all a bit of a dream-like blur. Our eyes met, he got a little closer towards me, and then we were making out. I remember two thoughts occurring to me. The first was how surprisingly soft his lips were. I could have kissed him forever. And the other was how amazing he smelled! We’d just spent about an hour hauling bits of canvas and rope through a forest and yet he smelt so fresh and clean… and masculine.

The next thing I knew, he was pushing my pants down and running his huge, manly hands over my rock hard penis. We weren’t that far away from camp, so I was trying to keep really quiet, but everything he did seemed to make me gasp uncontrollably.

I remember him dropping to his knees and flinging his hat off so that he could suck my dick more effectively. I then remember looking down and seeing him staring up at me, almost as though he were looking for my approval, and I thought how incredibly hot that was.

I was surprised by the size of his dick and the way that it sort of curved upwards. It tasted so good and felt so hard in my mouth, like a big, veiny block of marble. My overwhelming desire was to impress him. I wanted to give him the best head of his life…

He pushed me against the big tree which we’d attached the hammock to and bent down, using his tongue to get me ready for penetration. I have absolutely no clue what he was doing down there, but it almost made me cum on the spot. At one point I felt like waves of pure pleasure were rolling up and down my body.

Then he stood, unzipped his shirt, uncovered the seriously sexy rug on his chest and told me to get in the hammock. I remember wondering if he’d taken me into the woods to show me how to attach a hammock to a tree purely so he could fuck me in it, or whether he was just going with the flow. I kinda liked the first thought, but both were hot as hell.

He got me positioned in it so that I was on my back with my ass hanging over the edge, seemingly at exactly the right height for his dick, which surely wasn’t a coincidence.

He was certainly inside my ass pretty darned quick, and, lemme tell you, his cock felt so good. My hole simply opened up for him. I felt like I’d gone to heaven, just staring up at him as he pummeled himself into me, a look of deep concentration on his face, which would periodically turn to one of utter pleasure. At one stage he slowly rolled my socks off. It sounds so innocuous, but it was so seductive and intimate, especially when he gave my bare foot a tender little kiss.

I jerked myself throughout. I just needed to touch myself on the outside because my insides were being massaged so spectacularly.

I could have gone on like that forever. We were just locked in this magical space... entwined, intermingled, like one living, breathing, orgasmic being. He slowed down the pace and I assumed he was trying to stop himself from cumming, but it was all too much and I suddenly felt the semen rising from deep within my body and then frenziedly flying out of the tip of my penis.

He stayed inside me afterwards and kissed me so wonderfully - like I was his special boy. And I knew, right then, that something amazing had just begun...

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Chapters
1. The Pledge 19mn
There’s something really strange about Scoutmaster Wheeler. I recently joined this troop, but I’ve been here long enough to know that he’s not like the other Scoutmasters. He comes across as being quite stern. He doesn’t smile that often and his eyes bore into you when he talks to you… When he called me into the office to take my pledge, my heart sank. Why him? Why not one of the friendlier Scoutmasters? He makes me so nervous sometimes that I forget my own name! How was I ever going to remember the pledge?! He sat me down opposite him and asked if I was ready. The simple thing, of course, would have been to say yes, but the fear took over and I started burbling. He asked if I was willing to do everything he told me to do, and I must have said yes because, at that point, he told me to stand up, before attaching a pin to my uniform pocket. What I wasn’t expecting was for his hands to linger on my upper chest. And before I could get my thoughts in order, he was running his fingers up and down my torso in what could only be described as a pretty seductive manner. I’m no expert in these things - heck, I’ve never even kissed any one - but I’m pretty sure it’s not normal for a Scoutmaster to start feeling me up like that… especially scouting! I instantly froze. My face must have flushed the color of a ripe tomato. A zillion thoughts started dancing about in my head. Was this some sort of trick? Or a test? Was I meant to say something? The trouble was that a whole heap of other thoughts were telling me how good it felt to be touched in the way that Scoutmaster Wheeler was touching me. And those thoughts were definitely controlling my penis, which sprang into action like a well-trained dog. I looked into his eyes, and he suddenly seemed a lot less scary. His face had softened somehow. I didn’t dare to look away from him, but I could feel his hand cupping the ever-growing bulge in my pants. And before I knew it, he was rubbing it. If this was a trick, it was an elaborate one! His lips edged closer to mine and my entire body started to shake. I can’t explain it. I was suddenly desperate for him to kiss me. I feel like I’ve spent my entire life telling people I’m not interested in all that stuff - and broadly speaking I’ve always believed every word I said… But in that split second, I learned the meaning of the word “desire.” Then it happened. He lent forward, placed his lips on mine and started to kiss me. I don’t know how I expected it to feel. It was more tender than it looks in the movies. Softer and more delicate somehow. His pencil-thin mustache gently tickled my top lip. I could smell his aftershave and a faint whiff of the leather on his hat. His breath was kinda minty. He’d clearly been chewing gum and when the tip of his tongue danced across mine, it felt almost cold. I had no clue what I was doing. I just tried to copy what he did, but when he ripped my shirt open, I didn’t know if I was allowed to do the same to him. I felt kinda vulnerable, standing there with my chest out while he was fully clothed, but at the same time, I liked the sense that he was in complete control. He slowly removed every item of clothing I was wearing. It certainly shouldn’t have felt natural, but it did. I was his and I wanted him to play with me any which way he wanted. He touched me in places which made my entire body buzz. My nipples, my belly button, the side of my thigh. He seemed to know instinctively where I needed to be touched, even before I knew it myself. He told me to sit on the desk, then knelt down to kiss and lick my balls. As he stood up, I realized he’d somehow undone his belt and pants, and his penis was sticking out through the fly of his pants. Again, I am no expert in penises, but if I were, I imagine I’d describe his as a monster! In fact, I’m pretty sure anyone would. If I wasn’t scared of the Scoutmaster himself any more, I was certainly a little wary of the thing between his legs! He leant against the table and made it clear he wanted me to put it into my mouth. I’ll confess, the idea was very sexy, but I had no clue as to what to do once it was in there. Blow? Suck? Lick? How was I to know? So, I just did what felt natural, and started to run my lips up and down his shaft. The noises he was making implied he was enjoying himself, so I just kept experimenting, listening out for sounds which told me to keep going or try something else. It got a bit scary sometimes, when he started pumping it into me and I thought I was going to choke, but, at the same time, it felt amazing to be pleasuring him. He told me to kneel on the bench and walked around me, surveying me like I was some sort of living sculpture in an art gallery. I certainly wasn’t expecting him to suddenly push his thumb into my ass! I felt an immediate stabbing pain and my entire body tensed up. The next thing I felt was his tongue pressing up against my hole. It felt really strange to begin with. But after I’d stopped prudishly panicking, I realized the sensation was sending major shivers through my body. The more his tongue rippled and skipped over my hole, the more I wanted to feel his thumb back in there. He did this crazy thing where he licked all the way up my spine and when he reached my neck, I could feel his penis pressing against my hole. Every fiber of my logical being was urging my mouth to tell him to stop, but the waves of total desire crashing up and down my body were begging him to go further… I felt the head of his manhood pushing against me, and then, just like that, it went inside. This steely, unsmiling Scoutmaster who I’d kissed for the first time ten minutes earlier was actually taking my virginity! The sensation was intense to say the least. As he inched himself further and further into me, my body started to spasm. But then I felt myself beginning to relax and the searing pain became something far more pleasurable, something almost addictive… and I just wanted more and more of it. At that moment, he started to fuck me. I’ve never been fucked. Hell, I’ve never even entertained the idea - but I knew what he was doing and I loved it. He pulled me down from the desk and drove himself into me with more speed and force. I wanted every inch of his big dick in my guts. Then he got me on my back, on the edge of the desk, and pushed himself into me again, never taking his eyes off me, staring into my face with a look which seemed to say “you’re never going to forget this moment…” And I knew instinctively that he was correct!
2. The Hike 18mn
Things have gotten a little awkward between Scoutmaster Wheeler and me ever since the night I took my pledge. Which, as it happens, was also the night he took my virginity! The experience was pretty intense, for both of us I suppose, but we haven’t been able to talk about it. There’s always been someone around. I may also have been coming across as a bit cold. If I’m honest, the whole incident made me feel a bit confused. Being fucked for the first time, and by my scoutmaster, no less, is a pretty big thing to come to terms with! I knew I should focus on scouting, learning and having fun and enjoying being outdoors. So I tried my best to put it all to the back of my mind. But, of course, the more I tried not to think about it, the more it had a hold of me… and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted it again. Last weekend, the whole troop went up to the lakes for a two-night camp. For the first night, every time I looked at Scoutmaster Wheeler, my heart started thumping. By the time we turned in, I was a horny mess, desperate for us to have another private moment. As I walked toward my tent, he came up close behind me and whispered in my ear. He said that instead of doing orienteering the next day with the rest of the group, he and I would go on a hike. My cock jumped up in my shorts and I spent all night trying not to be too obvious while touching myself in the sleeping bag beside my fellow scout. The following morning, everyone else headed off in one direction, and we wandered off in the other. We didn’t talk about that much to be honest. There were all sorts of things that I wanted to say, but I just couldn’t find the words. I didn’t have the courage to mention the fact that he’d been inside me and how it felt. Or that I wanted it again. I felt foolish, but I just waited patiently, hoping that he’d say or do something to tell me that he wanted it, too. He stopped and told me he needed a leak and walked over to a tree. It wasn’t the invitation I was hoping for. In fact, he walked a good distance away from me, leaving me on the trail. I wanted to see his cock again. I wanted to get another glimpse of the big tool that pried me open and came inside me. Even if I couldn’t touch it, I thought seeing it might give me some peace of mind. Or at least give me more to jerk off to later. I couldn’t help but sneak up and try to look over. And to my surprise, I could see that his dick was not only out, but it was hard! As he relieved himself with his massive hard on, I couldn’t look away… or stop my dick from swelling. I edged a little closer. Of course, each step made unintended sounds of twigs snapping and leaves rustling, bringing his attention to me and making me feel completely caught and exposed. I was totally embarrassed. But he just smiled and said “why don’t you come over?” And the next thing I knew, I was timidly wrapping my palm around his big, hard, wet dick. My head was spinning with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. We were together again… finally! I stared into those powerful eyes, my lips less than a foot away from his. That beautiful, well-trimmed mustache was threatening to brush against my smooth cheek again and make the goosebumps on my back dance. Then we kissed. I know it’s a little strange to be kissing another guy, especially an older guy like Scoutmaster Wheeler, but it made me so excited I could hardly contain myself. He started to undress me. I knew it was a little dangerous–I mean, we were barely off the track, anyone could have stumbled upon us–but I didn’t care. He could have done anything he wanted to me. I just held onto his cock while he undid my belt and rolled my shorts and underpants down, hungry for him to put it back inside me like before. He pushed me against a tree before dropping down to his knees to suck me. He did this crazy thing with his tongue while tickling my balls and I almost came on the spot! It literally took every last piece of will-power to stay in control! He kept looking up at me with those big, brown eyes and I felt like the luckiest guy in the world! He turned me around and started playing with my ass. And before I could collect my thoughts, I felt that sexy mustache of his tickling my backside as he sank his big tongue into my hole. I heard him unzipping his shirt and flinging it onto the ground and knew he was getting ready to fuck me. Seconds later he stood up, lined his dick up with my hole and started to penetrate me. I’m not gonna lie. It hurt like hell! But at the same time, I was more desperate for him to be inside me than I was concerned about how it felt. I looked back and saw that he was smiling. It was a real warm, protective smile, completely different to the way he’s looked at me in the past. Maybe this is wishful thinking, but it almost felt like he was falling for me. He kept making this low-pitched moaning, clearly expressing pleasure. I liked it. I remembered it from last time. I wanted to hear it again and again! I don’t know why, but I wanted to make him happy. I wanted him to want me. And feeling him inside me made me feel like I was his completely. I was panting and groaning and jerking my dick like crazy. Then he grabbed my arms and gripped them behind my back before putting me into a soft choke hold. The more powerless I felt, the more I wanted him to do whatever he needed to do. I was entirely his. He told me to get loud. He said no one could hear us. It was a strange thing, but when I started to moan out loud, I felt completely freed. I’ve spent so much of my life being quiet and secretive about my desires, that to be able to let go and just experience pleasure… it was almost disorienting! Then he pushed me against a tree trunk, so hard that my dick started rubbing against the bark. I grabbed it and started to jerk myself. I didn’t want it to stop, but at the same time, I didn’t know what I’d turn into if it didn’t! At that moment, my cum started to gush out of me like water from an unstoppable hose! It went all over the forest floor, spilling everywhere and making the leaves and the stick glisten in the sunlight. Scoutmaster Wheeler then began to grunt and groan like he did before and I could feel his entire body shaking. He pulled out of me really quickly, and a second later, I could feel his cum hitting the back of my shirt and my ass cheeks. It felt incredible to have his load dripping on me, marking me as if to say I’m his and I made him happy. The warm, pearly drops fell down my back, making me feel like I did a good job as he shoved his dick back into me. I think he got a little more of his cum inside me, which only made the re-entry all the more powerful. He was where I wanted him…
3. Pitching The Tent 23mn
Colton and I have gotten pretty close of late. The more time we spend together, the more intrigued I am by him. Finding regular moments to hang out with him in private has become one of my biggest priorities. We’re at it pretty much all the time. What can I say? The boy is almost permanently, off-puttingly erect and he’s started shooting me these wanton looks which I find impossible to ignore. Fortunately, when you’re out in the wilderness, there are plenty of trees and rocks you can disappear behind for a quick breeding. My dick would happily live in his ass! I love it when we get somewhere private and I can pull him into me and kiss him like crazy while he slowly wraps his legs around my body. My dick immediately starts throbbing uncontrollably, usually pumping out enough pre-cum to leave a wet patch in my pants. There’s a furtiveness associated with what we’re doing. A voice in the back of my mind which dares me to see how far we can take it. Man, I’ve fucked the boy while the rest of the scouts were less than ten feet away, hanging out around the camp fire! Keeping quiet while I secretly slip a load into his tight, hungry hole. Stripping Colton naked in a place where we run the risk of being caught is hot. There’s that point of no return when you realize he’s never gonna be able to get himself looking presentable if another scout were to happen upon us - but when your dick’s demanding a fuck, all bets are off. I like to get him naked while I’m fully clothed. It gives me one hell of a power kick! The power that comes from seeing him vulnerable and exposed immediately triggers my boner. Besides, I like doing it in my uniform. It’s good and tight and it clings to me in all the right places. Then there’s the moment when we get lost in each other. His breathing changes. We both start to groan a little. I’ve usually got my fist wrapped around his rock hard cock by that stage. What is it with erections on guys his age? He’s always as hard as iron. It’s like gripping a freakin’ baseball bat! I often prep his hole for fucking when his shorts are still half way down his legs. He has an ass like a peach. The cheeks are round and smooth, and the crack might as well have a sign above it which says ‘insert here for the ride of your life’. I like to start with my tongue. I love the way he shivers and gasps when he feels it strobing over his inviting little hole. When I thrust it in further and then go in with my fingers, he opens up like a flower. I often make him lick my fingers so I can use his saliva as lube. The boy gives remarkable head - just the right balance between suction and moisture. My dick glides into his throat, pulled deeper and deeper by an invisible, magnetic force. Sometimes, I unzip my pants, pull my dick out and shove it straight into him. My rational brain tells me that if we were to hear someone coming, I’d need to be out of there and back inside my pants at the speed of light! On other occasions, he gets my pulse racing so hard that I want to strip off and feel the cool, spring breeze rippling over my hairy chest as I slowly, sensuously penetrate him. However we do it, I never fail to notice how beautiful his ass is. It fits my dick like a glove. It feels like it was carved entirely for my pleasure. I will never cease to feel grateful for this stunning, horny, sexy boy, and will always want to give him experiences which blow his impressionable, beautiful mind. I want to breed him repeatedly. Every drop of spunk which doesn’t enter his guts is seed wasted. I never want there to be a moment when my semen isn’t inside him. These thoughts invariably make me go harder. I find myself gritting my teeth and really letting go. If someone turned up at this stage, I simply wouldn’t be able to stop. I’d just keep banging the boy until I blew. I like to turn him over and stare into those innocent, impressionable eyes as I make love to him. I crave seeing the alternate looks of shock and pleasure flashing across his contorted, desperate face as my semen prepares for lift-off. I always cum hard. I can shoot clean over a boy’s head if I pull out at the right moment. Colton tells me that he can always feel it exploding like a jet wash inside him. It’s certainly always incredibly intense with him and it invariably takes me a moment to catch my breath before I pull out. And as I hold him in my arms afterwards, I always feel like the luckiest man alive.
4. Tying Knots 24mn
I guess you could say that my sexual initiation came at the hands of Scoutmaster Wheeler. For a while, back in the early summer, we couldn’t get enough of each other. He was my first and he took his role incredibly seriously, teaching me everything I needed to know about sex - and more! He was also a gentleman. He took everything at the speed I needed it to go and as a result I never once felt out of my depth, or uncomfortable. I loved our time together… In the end, we had to take a step back. It was all too intense and it was messing with my head. I still miss him of course, but I’m also young and I need to get out there and start living my life. Without wishing to sound like a tragic cliche, there is one other Scoutmaster I’ve got a bit of a thing for. Talk about having a type! I’ve been trying to fight off the feelings I’m developing for him, but it seems that the more I try to avoid him, the more we get thrown together. Life can be funny like that, can’t it? Anyway, Scoutmaster St. Michael is tall, blond and very strong and he has this incredibly sexy Southern drawl. He’s insanely practical in a really cool way. He can get a fire going with the dampest leaves, open cans of food with stones, lasso something from twelve feet away. I often found myself watching him in awe. I kept having to tell myself that he’s clearly not gay, and, even if he was, that he wouldn’t be interested in a little runt like me… but then, every so often, he’d shoot me a glance which made my head spin. It was the same sort of look which Scoutmaster Wheeler used to give me when he was feeling horny and wanted me to follow him into the woods. And it made me just as hard. So yesterday, Scoutmaster St. Michael took me out to the woods to show me how to hang a hammock. For the record, it’s a series of way-too-complicated knots that I’m never going to remember, but he seemed pleased with me. And then, just like that, it suddenly kicked off. To be honest, it’s all a bit of a dream-like blur. Our eyes met, he got a little closer towards me, and then we were making out. I remember two thoughts occurring to me. The first was how surprisingly soft his lips were. I could have kissed him forever. And the other was how amazing he smelled! We’d just spent about an hour hauling bits of canvas and rope through a forest and yet he smelt so fresh and clean… and masculine. The next thing I knew, he was pushing my pants down and running his huge, manly hands over my rock hard penis. We weren’t that far away from camp, so I was trying to keep really quiet, but everything he did seemed to make me gasp uncontrollably. I remember him dropping to his knees and flinging his hat off so that he could suck my dick more effectively. I then remember looking down and seeing him staring up at me, almost as though he were looking for my approval, and I thought how incredibly hot that was. I was surprised by the size of his dick and the way that it sort of curved upwards. It tasted so good and felt so hard in my mouth, like a big, veiny block of marble. My overwhelming desire was to impress him. I wanted to give him the best head of his life… He pushed me against the big tree which we’d attached the hammock to and bent down, using his tongue to get me ready for penetration. I have absolutely no clue what he was doing down there, but it almost made me cum on the spot. At one point I felt like waves of pure pleasure were rolling up and down my body. Then he stood, unzipped his shirt, uncovered the seriously sexy rug on his chest and told me to get in the hammock. I remember wondering if he’d taken me into the woods to show me how to attach a hammock to a tree purely so he could fuck me in it, or whether he was just going with the flow. I kinda liked the first thought, but both were hot as hell. He got me positioned in it so that I was on my back with my ass hanging over the edge, seemingly at exactly the right height for his dick, which surely wasn’t a coincidence. He was certainly inside my ass pretty darned quick, and, lemme tell you, his cock felt so good. My hole simply opened up for him. I felt like I’d gone to heaven, just staring up at him as he pummeled himself into me, a look of deep concentration on his face, which would periodically turn to one of utter pleasure. At one stage he slowly rolled my socks off. It sounds so innocuous, but it was so seductive and intimate, especially when he gave my bare foot a tender little kiss. I jerked myself throughout. I just needed to touch myself on the outside because my insides were being massaged so spectacularly. I could have gone on like that forever. We were just locked in this magical space... entwined, intermingled, like one living, breathing, orgasmic being. He slowed down the pace and I assumed he was trying to stop himself from cumming, but it was all too much and I suddenly felt the semen rising from deep within my body and then frenziedly flying out of the tip of my penis. He stayed inside me afterwards and kissed me so wonderfully - like I was his special boy. And I knew, right then, that something amazing had just begun...
5. Reinforced Protocols 21mn
Colton is such a good boy. I don’t think I’ve ever met another young man with such a strong work ethic and mature head on his shoulders. He’s also one of the most handsome young men I’ve ever laid eyes on. Blond, with mischievous blue eyes and a beautiful, lean body. I’ve lusted after him from the moment we met. It took me the longest time to pluck up the courage to make a move. My head just got in the way, I suppose — just long enough for Scoutmaster Wheeler to barge in and have his wicked way with the boy. I observed them from a distance with a mixture of anger and envy. I saw the change in Colton after his boyhood was taken from him; he started to strut about, exuding an air of confidence which made me want him all the more. When I realized things were cooling off between Wheeler and Colton, I knew my moment had arrived. Wheeler’s nothing but a player interested in the chase. He’s already looking around to see who else he could stick his dick into. I wanted to show Colton that older men can be reliable and respectful. Colton and I finally had our moment a couple of weeks ago — out in the forest, after a fairly grueling hike. It was one of the most exciting sexual encounters of my life, and believe me, I’ve been around a few blocks in my time! The boy had this intense, sensual quality which made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Fucking him was a genuine privilege; an experience I knew was destined to become addictive. The trouble is that it’s almost impossible to find time to be alone with him; a fact I find increasingly frustrating. I am a Scoutmaster first and foremost, responsible for the well-being and safety of all the boys. It is therefore wholly unacceptable to disappear on a whim when we’re out camping, no matter how I long to do just that. I did, however, find myself with some unexpected alone time with him yesterday. To be honest, I was a little nervous. I was worried that he might have decided to draw a line of separation, or had lost interest after our countless aborted attempts to slip away together. I don’t really know what came over me, but I suddenly remembered Scoutmaster Wheeler telling me that it had all kicked off for him and Colton while he was overseeing the boy’s induction into the Elite Scouts. Wheeler, of course, gave me a rather smug, blow-by-blow account of what had happened. It shouldn’t have turned me on, but it was all I could think about for weeks! It struck me that my time had finally arrived to do something similar, so I told Colton that I needed him to practice the Scout Salute, and, while he was dutifully doing just that, I started to touch him up. There’s something deeply inappropriate about a Scoutmaster fondling a boy as he recites the pledge of honor, but my dick was throbbing in my pants. The whole thing worked just as well for Colton, too, because he was rock hard and shaking with anticipation. I held off as long as I possibly could, teasing him mercilessly, but eventually I just had to press my lips against his and experience the pure joy of making out with him. We dove into a nearby tent. We sat on the floor of the tent and continued to make out, playfully undressing each other. I couldn’t wait to get his clothes off. Don’t get me wrong, the boy looks smokin’ hot in his tight, little uniform—but his soft, smooth flesh feels like the finest silk. I ripped my shirt open and threw my pants down. My dick sprung out like some sort of crazy jack-in-a-box and Colton instantly got to work on it with his beautiful mouth. One of the few benefits of having played second fiddle to Scoutmaster Wheeler is that the boy seems to have learned a few tricks from him: he certainly knows how to give the finest head! He laid flat on his front to suck me off and I couldn’t take my eyes off his peachy ass. There’s something highly satisfying about seeing something you want that badly… and knowing you’re gonna get it! I made him turn around and get on all fours so that I could get him nice and wet with my hungry tongue. My dick was so erect that I knew I was gonna need to ride him hard and fast, so getting his tight hole properly lubed up was essential. Within a few minutes he was gasping and I could feel him slowly opening up… I knew the time had come. I wanted him to ride me, so I got on my back and encouraged him to climb on top. He grabbed my dick with his hand and fed it into his ass. It was like posting my penis into some kind of vice! I don’t know whether he was squeezing it with his ass muscles or if he really is just that tight but I’ve seldom felt so much pressure on my shaft. He rode me good! So good, in fact, that I nearly shot my load then and there. I got him back onto all fours and pushed my dick into him from behind, doggy style. It’s actually one of my favorite positions; it’s where I feel at my most powerful. Because of the upward curve of my dick, it gives me the best angle to thrust into a boy’s prostate. It can send some guys absolutely crazy! It certainly made Colton gasp and moan. I grabbed both his shoulders and really started to pound… I knew I was getting close, so I swung him over into missionary position. I wanted to be able to look down into his beautiful blue eyes as I blew my load. I murmured his name over and over again as I took him, then suddenly felt the semen bursting up from my balls. I shot a huge load! I don’t think I’ve ever squirted so hard, or so deep.