Since our secret encounter with young Logan Cross, Scoutmaster Eddie Patrick and I, Dylan Tides, haven’t been able to stop talking about it. It was one of those fantasies that seemed too good to be true, yet it played out exactly as we had hoped—an insanely exciting sexual experience that neither of us could forget.
Every time I looked at Logan afterward, my dick would stiffen uncontrollably, remembering the tightness of his hole and the softness of his lips. I tried to convince myself that it was a one-time thing, a perfect moment best left as a single, golden memory. But desire is a powerful force, and the more I tried to resist the temptation of Logan, the harder it became to ignore my urges.
The opportunity presented itself as soon as our troop arrived in the woods for our latest expedition. Logan, always meticulous, was still setting up his tent long after the other scouts had finished and headed down to the lake. I told the other scoutmasters I’d stay behind and bring Logan down once he was done. The moment they left, I felt my dick throbbing, and I realized I was already leaking pre-cum into my underpants. The sight of Logan in his sexy shorts, diligently pitching his tent, was overwhelmingly arousing, and knowing we were alone sent me over the edge.
As soon as he finished, I walked over and stood close to him, making small talk and complimenting his work until it was clear we were both on the same page. Everything happened quickly, like a switch had been flipped. His face flushed, and his eyes lit up with sexual intent. Moments later, he reached out, nervously running the back of his finger over the bulge in my uniform pants. It was game on.
I pulled him into my arms, and his beautiful lips melted into mine. We kissed passionately and hungrily, our bodies remembering the rhythm from our previous encounter. We soon found ourselves inside the tent, eagerly removing each other’s clothes. With only half an hour before our absence would be noticed, we needed to move fast.
Logan was rock hard, his huge bulge tantalizingly visible through his shorts. His awkward boyishness melted away, replaced by a wanton, sexual creature who needed this encounter as much as I did. His kisses became dirtier, filled with intent. He clearly wanted my raw dick inside him as soon as possible.
He impatiently opened my pants and wrapped his lust-laden lips around my nine-inch cock, first through the fabric of my underpants and then skin on skin. I’d forgotten how good it felt to have Logan give me head—the perfect blend of suction and saliva made me gasp out loud. Scoutmaster Patrick had certainly trained the boy well. If only there were a badge for sexual deviance!
I quickly had him on all fours, my tongue deep inside his tight little ass, teasing him until his hole began to open up for me. Then, I rolled him onto his back and sank my huge, iron-hard dick deep into his trembling body. The look of concentration on his face as he tried to stay calm and relaxed was a huge turn-on. The way his eyes widened every time I pushed into him was erotic beyond words. I could tell he was teetering on the edge between pain and deep pleasure, a remarkable place to be.
I held onto his neckerchief and started to pound him deep, grabbing his cum-dripping penis and jerking it hard until he started to gasp and grunt helplessly. We switched positions, and I started to fuck him on all fours, getting even deeper inside him. He soon got used to the sensation, and I was balls-deep, using every muscle in my body to pound him with maximum force.
Going full tilt like that isn’t sustainable, and I could feel the semen prickling in my balls, ready to take me over the edge. A few super-hard thrusts were all it took to blast me past the point of no return. I pulled out and instantly sprayed a massive load onto the small of his back. It flew out of me in a single, giant spurt, turning me on so much that I immediately pushed myself back into him to let the rest of my semen sink into his body. It was every bit as good as the first time, maybe even better—proof positive that it’s not always advisable to suppress a powerful sexual urge.
Scout Boys
SCOUT LOGAN Chapter 8 – Pitching A Tent
Since our secret encounter with young Logan Cross, Scoutmaster Eddie Patrick and I, Dylan Tides, haven’t been able to stop talking about it. It was one of those fantasies that seemed too good to be true, yet it played out exactly as we had hoped—an insanely exciting sexual experience that neither of us could forget.
Every time I looked at Logan afterward, my dick would stiffen uncontrollably, remembering the tightness of his hole and the softness of his lips. I tried to convince myself that it was a one-time thing, a perfect moment best left as a single, golden memory. But desire is a powerful force, and the more I tried to resist the temptation of Logan, the harder it became to ignore my urges.
The opportunity presented itself as soon as our troop arrived in the woods for our latest expedition. Logan, always meticulous, was still setting up his tent long after the other scouts had finished and headed down to the lake. I told the other scoutmasters I’d stay behind and bring Logan down once he was done. The moment they left, I felt my dick throbbing, and I realized I was already leaking pre-cum into my underpants. The sight of Logan in his sexy shorts, diligently pitching his tent, was overwhelmingly arousing, and knowing we were alone sent me over the edge.
As soon as he finished, I walked over and stood close to him, making small talk and complimenting his work until it was clear we were both on the same page. Everything happened quickly, like a switch had been flipped. His face flushed, and his eyes lit up with sexual intent. Moments later, he reached out, nervously running the back of his finger over the bulge in my uniform pants. It was game on.
I pulled him into my arms, and his beautiful lips melted into mine. We kissed passionately and hungrily, our bodies remembering the rhythm from our previous encounter. We soon found ourselves inside the tent, eagerly removing each other’s clothes. With only half an hour before our absence would be noticed, we needed to move fast.
Logan was rock hard, his huge bulge tantalizingly visible through his shorts. His awkward boyishness melted away, replaced by a wanton, sexual creature who needed this encounter as much as I did. His kisses became dirtier, filled with intent. He clearly wanted my raw dick inside him as soon as possible.
He impatiently opened my pants and wrapped his lust-laden lips around my nine-inch cock, first through the fabric of my underpants and then skin on skin. I’d forgotten how good it felt to have Logan give me head—the perfect blend of suction and saliva made me gasp out loud. Scoutmaster Patrick had certainly trained the boy well. If only there were a badge for sexual deviance!
I quickly had him on all fours, my tongue deep inside his tight little ass, teasing him until his hole began to open up for me. Then, I rolled him onto his back and sank my huge, iron-hard dick deep into his trembling body. The look of concentration on his face as he tried to stay calm and relaxed was a huge turn-on. The way his eyes widened every time I pushed into him was erotic beyond words. I could tell he was teetering on the edge between pain and deep pleasure, a remarkable place to be.
I held onto his neckerchief and started to pound him deep, grabbing his cum-dripping penis and jerking it hard until he started to gasp and grunt helplessly. We switched positions, and I started to fuck him on all fours, getting even deeper inside him. He soon got used to the sensation, and I was balls-deep, using every muscle in my body to pound him with maximum force.
Going full tilt like that isn’t sustainable, and I could feel the semen prickling in my balls, ready to take me over the edge. A few super-hard thrusts were all it took to blast me past the point of no return. I pulled out and instantly sprayed a massive load onto the small of his back. It flew out of me in a single, giant spurt, turning me on so much that I immediately pushed myself back into him to let the rest of my semen sink into his body. It was every bit as good as the first time, maybe even better—proof positive that it’s not always advisable to suppress a powerful sexual urge.