I’ve (Ace Banner) always had mixed feelings about fall. Part of me enjoys the romance of the season—the vibrant colors, the mysterious mist that rises and swirls. But fall also means the end of summer and the conclusion of our wilderness expeditions for another six months. As a scoutmaster, I cherish the organization and the adventures we share.
When fall arrives, I often feel wistful and listless. The last camping trip of the year is usually a riotous affair, with the boys telling ghost stories and trying to scare each other. Sometimes, I escape the chaos to take a walk in the woods, enjoying a few moments of solitude to reflect on where I want to be in life when we return to the great outdoors in April.
Yesterday, during one such walk, I had an eerie sensation of being watched. I’m not one to entertain thoughts of paranormal activity, but the feeling was unsettling. I stopped and stood against a tree, trying to regain my senses.
Suddenly, a masked figure appeared from nowhere, startling me. I was relieved to see it was young Ethan Tate, dressed in his scout uniform. Ethan and I have been fooling around lately. I know it’s wrong, but Ethan is incredibly hot and insatiable, making it almost impossible to resist.
We exchanged some flirty banter about how he had scared me, and I told him he needed to find an appropriate way to apologize. Before I knew it, he grabbed me by the waist and kissed me passionately. Apology accepted!
Ethan knows how to kiss, and he tastes amazing. Within seconds, my hands were all over him, desperate to undress him before we were reported missing from camp. I removed his shirt and ran my thumbs over his dark, pert nipples, knowing it drives him wild. I unzipped his shorts and pushed them to the forest floor, revealing his beautiful, hard cock.
There we were, in the middle of the forest, Ethan naked but for his neckerchief and cap, and me still fully clothed in my uniform, my throbbing hard dick straining against my pants.
Ethan and I have a kinky role-play where we pretend it’s his first time. I love exposing my big dick to him, imagining he’s never seen a guy with a hard-on before. I dropped to my knees and gave him his “first” experience of oral sex, making him tremble and moan with pleasure.
I asked if he wanted to do the same to me, and he looked unsure. I told him to relax and guided him through it. He instantly deep-throated me, giving remarkable head.
Yesterday, we didn’t have much time, so Ethan quickly stood up and turned around, leaning against a tree and shoving his ass towards me. He was starving for it and didn’t want to waste a second. I continued the fantasy, pressing a saliva-covered finger against his hole and asking if it was okay. “Yes Sir…” “Have you ever had anyone touch you like this before?” “No Sir…”
I squatted down between his legs, eating him out like my life depended on it. He moaned and groaned, eager for something bigger inside him. And so we fucked, hard.
I love doing it in the woods—the feeling of the wind on my naked skin, the thought of birds and squirrels watching enviously, the idea of a plane passenger seeing us from thousands of feet above. More than anything, I love the sensation of pushing my big daddy dick into Ethan’s beautiful, tight, smooth hole, and the sounds he makes when I ram it in and out of him, raw and with increasing force and speed.
Ethan is the perfect lover. It feels like his ass was chiseled specifically to take my dick, every muscle inside him designed to cling to my manhood. I love it when he tells me how good I feel; it makes me want to fuck him even harder. I love the sticky, hollow sound my dick makes as it slams in and out of him, and the noise of his pre-cum-covered dick squelching in his hand as he jerks himself off.
Most of all, I love it when he begs me to cum inside him. That’s usually the last straw, and within seconds, my sticky semen is flying out of my giant cock, coating his insides while he moans in pure ecstasy.
Scout Boys
SCOUT ETHAN Chapter 8 – Sneaking Up
I’ve (Ace Banner) always had mixed feelings about fall. Part of me enjoys the romance of the season—the vibrant colors, the mysterious mist that rises and swirls. But fall also means the end of summer and the conclusion of our wilderness expeditions for another six months. As a scoutmaster, I cherish the organization and the adventures we share.
When fall arrives, I often feel wistful and listless. The last camping trip of the year is usually a riotous affair, with the boys telling ghost stories and trying to scare each other. Sometimes, I escape the chaos to take a walk in the woods, enjoying a few moments of solitude to reflect on where I want to be in life when we return to the great outdoors in April.
Yesterday, during one such walk, I had an eerie sensation of being watched. I’m not one to entertain thoughts of paranormal activity, but the feeling was unsettling. I stopped and stood against a tree, trying to regain my senses.
Suddenly, a masked figure appeared from nowhere, startling me. I was relieved to see it was young Ethan Tate, dressed in his scout uniform. Ethan and I have been fooling around lately. I know it’s wrong, but Ethan is incredibly hot and insatiable, making it almost impossible to resist.
We exchanged some flirty banter about how he had scared me, and I told him he needed to find an appropriate way to apologize. Before I knew it, he grabbed me by the waist and kissed me passionately. Apology accepted!
Ethan knows how to kiss, and he tastes amazing. Within seconds, my hands were all over him, desperate to undress him before we were reported missing from camp. I removed his shirt and ran my thumbs over his dark, pert nipples, knowing it drives him wild. I unzipped his shorts and pushed them to the forest floor, revealing his beautiful, hard cock.
There we were, in the middle of the forest, Ethan naked but for his neckerchief and cap, and me still fully clothed in my uniform, my throbbing hard dick straining against my pants.
Ethan and I have a kinky role-play where we pretend it’s his first time. I love exposing my big dick to him, imagining he’s never seen a guy with a hard-on before. I dropped to my knees and gave him his “first” experience of oral sex, making him tremble and moan with pleasure.
I asked if he wanted to do the same to me, and he looked unsure. I told him to relax and guided him through it. He instantly deep-throated me, giving remarkable head.
Yesterday, we didn’t have much time, so Ethan quickly stood up and turned around, leaning against a tree and shoving his ass towards me. He was starving for it and didn’t want to waste a second. I continued the fantasy, pressing a saliva-covered finger against his hole and asking if it was okay. “Yes Sir…” “Have you ever had anyone touch you like this before?” “No Sir…”
I squatted down between his legs, eating him out like my life depended on it. He moaned and groaned, eager for something bigger inside him. And so we fucked, hard.
I love doing it in the woods—the feeling of the wind on my naked skin, the thought of birds and squirrels watching enviously, the idea of a plane passenger seeing us from thousands of feet above. More than anything, I love the sensation of pushing my big daddy dick into Ethan’s beautiful, tight, smooth hole, and the sounds he makes when I ram it in and out of him, raw and with increasing force and speed.
Ethan is the perfect lover. It feels like his ass was chiseled specifically to take my dick, every muscle inside him designed to cling to my manhood. I love it when he tells me how good I feel; it makes me want to fuck him even harder. I love the sticky, hollow sound my dick makes as it slams in and out of him, and the noise of his pre-cum-covered dick squelching in his hand as he jerks himself off.
Most of all, I love it when he begs me to cum inside him. That’s usually the last straw, and within seconds, my sticky semen is flying out of my giant cock, coating his insides while he moans in pure ecstasy.