I’ve noticed my boy has been getting involved with some of the other scoutmasters. It doesn’t take a genius to see the signs. He might think his escapades into the forest go unnoticed, but it’s my job, and always has been, to keep an eye on him. Joining this troop as a scoutmaster might have been a bit challenging for him. I never wanted him to feel like I was cramping his style, and I assured him I had no intention of getting in the way of his fun. I’ve kept my word, but let me tell you, that promise has led me to turn a blind eye more often than I expected. It’s sometimes frustrating to see him sneaking off with the likes of Scoutmasters Patrick and Tides—a pair of total horndogs who’ll go after anything that moves. But Logan Cross needs to make his own mistakes to find his path in this world, and with every mistake comes an opportunity for growth. Does the thought of him being seduced by another man occasionally turn me on? Well, I’d be lying if I said it didn’t…
Yesterday, I found him in the woods, practicing tying knots. Truth be told, he’s always been a bit uncoordinated, and knot-tying is way out of his comfort zone. I watched from a distance as he grew increasingly frustrated, trying to tie the same knot over and over. After a while, it felt cruel not to step in, so I walked over and told him that getting worked up over a piece of rope was a waste of energy. Some people just can’t tie complicated knots, and their lives are no less fulfilling because of it. Of course, that just made him more determined to get it right, but I’d said my piece and distracted him long enough to break the cycle of frustration he was stuck in.
He was clearly agitated, but there was something arousing about how worked up he was getting. He was sweating profusely, his face bright red. He needed a release, and he needed it fast. It struck me that I could either challenge him to climb a tree or shove my tongue straight down his throat. After a second’s thought, I chose the latter!
It’s been a while since we made out. I’ve consciously taken a step back from physical intimacy lately to let him find his own way. But there was something remarkable about returning to him. It’s a sort of primal instinct. We fit together perfectly. There’s not an inch of his flesh that I don’t know and love. Sure, if I think too hard about the crazy, eccentric relationship we’ve somehow fallen into, I can send myself down some dark paths. But I know that what we have feels right for both of us, and going cold turkey right now would be a disaster.
His lips felt so good pressed against mine. He knows what gets me hard, and I can send him into a state of pure ecstasy within seconds of touching him. Nipples are a big thing for us both. I immediately had him up against a tree with his shirt ripped wide open so that I could get my lips around them. Having his nipples gently bitten and tickled instantly gets him into a total frenzy. I could feel his dick twitching and then throbbing in his shorts as I brought my hand down between his legs. I’m not quite sure what got into me—I must have been feeling dominant—but I suddenly felt the urge to lift him completely off his feet to kiss him. He gasped in shock as his feet left the ground, then kissed me with absolute fire in his eyes and loins, instantly submitting fully to my greater power.
I won’t lie; I was desperate to fuck him. I opened my shirt and got him twisting and sucking my nipples in the way he knows tips me over the edge. I pushed his hand down to the bulge in my jeans. We didn’t have long, and he needed to know that I wanted to go the whole distance. I squatted down and rapidly unbuckled his belt—a belt my old man gave to me and one I passed onto him when he joined the elite scouts. Seeing it wrapped around his beautiful waist always gives me a thrill. I defiantly pushed his shorts and underpants to the ground before getting to work on his dick, flinging my hat off in the process.
I will never get tired of sucking Logan’s beautiful dick, but there wasn’t enough time to give it the attention it deserved. I immediately spun him around and began to kiss his butt cheeks, getting off on the whimpers of pure sexual delight that drifted from his mouth as I pushed, first my tongue, and then one of my big thick fingers, deep into his hole. I told him repeatedly to relax, telling him what a good boy he was, making sure that the middle digit was right up inside him, dancing against his prostate and causing him to whelp like a puppy.
I stood up. My dick was ready to explode and needed urgent attention. He turned his head to look at it with some degree of trepidation as I pushed my jeans down, resisting the urge to pointedly ask him if Scoutmaster Patrick had been gentle or rough with him. I’d been spewing pre-cum for what felt like days, and the promise of action had pretty much meant that my underpants were soaked through by the time I pushed them down. My dick jumped out like a wild animal being released from a trap, and within seconds, I had it pressed against his tight little hole.
I wrapped my arms around his skinny little chest and sank my dick into his stomach. I instantly felt the most extraordinary sensation of coming home—a sense of intense belonging coupled with the most extraordinary feeling of desire merged with pride. He’s a good boy. A brave boy. A beautiful boy.
I felt another rush of naughtiness, and within seconds, I had picked him up—clean into the air—and was thrusting his entire body up and down on my dick like a giant fleshlight. It took a lot of muscle power and wasn’t destined to last long, but it was genuinely one of the most exciting positions I’ve ever banged a boy in. Logan was shocked into silence. I don’t think he could believe what was happening to him.
I let him gently fall to the ground, and we kicked off our shoes. Then I picked him up again, this time with him facing me and his legs wrapped around my waist. I fucked him like that for some time, his mouth pressed against mine, his hot, lustful breath filling my lungs.
I turned him around and took him from behind, rutting him like some sort of stag in heat as he gasped and groaned, unable to comprehend quite how much I wanted him and how hard and deep I needed to fuck him. I varied the pace of my strokes, at one moment penetrating him imperceptibly slowly, before speeding up and going deeper and deeper with every thrust. He grabbed his hard dick and started to jerk himself off. We knew at that moment that we were both close.
He went up on his tiptoes as the watery strings of semen flew out of his dick and onto the forest floor. I continued to bang him. I wanted to leave my load inside him. I wanted to ensure that it would slowly drip out of him as we sat with the others around the campfire that evening. I wanted to be engulfed by the sexy stench of stale semen as I toasted s’mores with him. I came hard and deep, pumping jets of jizz right into his guts, daring myself to imagine the smug look on Scoutmaster Patrick’s handsome face as he had his wicked way with the boy, knowing that so many kinky adventures with him were still around the corner.
Scout Boys
SCOUT LOGAN Chapter 9 – Display Of Skill
I’ve noticed my boy has been getting involved with some of the other scoutmasters. It doesn’t take a genius to see the signs. He might think his escapades into the forest go unnoticed, but it’s my job, and always has been, to keep an eye on him. Joining this troop as a scoutmaster might have been a bit challenging for him. I never wanted him to feel like I was cramping his style, and I assured him I had no intention of getting in the way of his fun. I’ve kept my word, but let me tell you, that promise has led me to turn a blind eye more often than I expected. It’s sometimes frustrating to see him sneaking off with the likes of Scoutmasters Patrick and Tides—a pair of total horndogs who’ll go after anything that moves. But Logan Cross needs to make his own mistakes to find his path in this world, and with every mistake comes an opportunity for growth. Does the thought of him being seduced by another man occasionally turn me on? Well, I’d be lying if I said it didn’t…
Yesterday, I found him in the woods, practicing tying knots. Truth be told, he’s always been a bit uncoordinated, and knot-tying is way out of his comfort zone. I watched from a distance as he grew increasingly frustrated, trying to tie the same knot over and over. After a while, it felt cruel not to step in, so I walked over and told him that getting worked up over a piece of rope was a waste of energy. Some people just can’t tie complicated knots, and their lives are no less fulfilling because of it. Of course, that just made him more determined to get it right, but I’d said my piece and distracted him long enough to break the cycle of frustration he was stuck in.
He was clearly agitated, but there was something arousing about how worked up he was getting. He was sweating profusely, his face bright red. He needed a release, and he needed it fast. It struck me that I could either challenge him to climb a tree or shove my tongue straight down his throat. After a second’s thought, I chose the latter!
It’s been a while since we made out. I’ve consciously taken a step back from physical intimacy lately to let him find his own way. But there was something remarkable about returning to him. It’s a sort of primal instinct. We fit together perfectly. There’s not an inch of his flesh that I don’t know and love. Sure, if I think too hard about the crazy, eccentric relationship we’ve somehow fallen into, I can send myself down some dark paths. But I know that what we have feels right for both of us, and going cold turkey right now would be a disaster.
His lips felt so good pressed against mine. He knows what gets me hard, and I can send him into a state of pure ecstasy within seconds of touching him. Nipples are a big thing for us both. I immediately had him up against a tree with his shirt ripped wide open so that I could get my lips around them. Having his nipples gently bitten and tickled instantly gets him into a total frenzy. I could feel his dick twitching and then throbbing in his shorts as I brought my hand down between his legs. I’m not quite sure what got into me—I must have been feeling dominant—but I suddenly felt the urge to lift him completely off his feet to kiss him. He gasped in shock as his feet left the ground, then kissed me with absolute fire in his eyes and loins, instantly submitting fully to my greater power.
I won’t lie; I was desperate to fuck him. I opened my shirt and got him twisting and sucking my nipples in the way he knows tips me over the edge. I pushed his hand down to the bulge in my jeans. We didn’t have long, and he needed to know that I wanted to go the whole distance. I squatted down and rapidly unbuckled his belt—a belt my old man gave to me and one I passed onto him when he joined the elite scouts. Seeing it wrapped around his beautiful waist always gives me a thrill. I defiantly pushed his shorts and underpants to the ground before getting to work on his dick, flinging my hat off in the process.
I will never get tired of sucking Logan’s beautiful dick, but there wasn’t enough time to give it the attention it deserved. I immediately spun him around and began to kiss his butt cheeks, getting off on the whimpers of pure sexual delight that drifted from his mouth as I pushed, first my tongue, and then one of my big thick fingers, deep into his hole. I told him repeatedly to relax, telling him what a good boy he was, making sure that the middle digit was right up inside him, dancing against his prostate and causing him to whelp like a puppy.
I stood up. My dick was ready to explode and needed urgent attention. He turned his head to look at it with some degree of trepidation as I pushed my jeans down, resisting the urge to pointedly ask him if Scoutmaster Patrick had been gentle or rough with him. I’d been spewing pre-cum for what felt like days, and the promise of action had pretty much meant that my underpants were soaked through by the time I pushed them down. My dick jumped out like a wild animal being released from a trap, and within seconds, I had it pressed against his tight little hole.
I wrapped my arms around his skinny little chest and sank my dick into his stomach. I instantly felt the most extraordinary sensation of coming home—a sense of intense belonging coupled with the most extraordinary feeling of desire merged with pride. He’s a good boy. A brave boy. A beautiful boy.
I felt another rush of naughtiness, and within seconds, I had picked him up—clean into the air—and was thrusting his entire body up and down on my dick like a giant fleshlight. It took a lot of muscle power and wasn’t destined to last long, but it was genuinely one of the most exciting positions I’ve ever banged a boy in. Logan was shocked into silence. I don’t think he could believe what was happening to him.
I let him gently fall to the ground, and we kicked off our shoes. Then I picked him up again, this time with him facing me and his legs wrapped around my waist. I fucked him like that for some time, his mouth pressed against mine, his hot, lustful breath filling my lungs.
I turned him around and took him from behind, rutting him like some sort of stag in heat as he gasped and groaned, unable to comprehend quite how much I wanted him and how hard and deep I needed to fuck him. I varied the pace of my strokes, at one moment penetrating him imperceptibly slowly, before speeding up and going deeper and deeper with every thrust. He grabbed his hard dick and started to jerk himself off. We knew at that moment that we were both close.
He went up on his tiptoes as the watery strings of semen flew out of his dick and onto the forest floor. I continued to bang him. I wanted to leave my load inside him. I wanted to ensure that it would slowly drip out of him as we sat with the others around the campfire that evening. I wanted to be engulfed by the sexy stench of stale semen as I toasted s’mores with him. I came hard and deep, pumping jets of jizz right into his guts, daring myself to imagine the smug look on Scoutmaster Patrick’s handsome face as he had his wicked way with the boy, knowing that so many kinky adventures with him were still around the corner.