From the moment I first saw Milo Miles, I (Ace Banner) was captivated. His inquisitive nature, coupled with an air of innocence, made him irresistible. Standing at just over 5’5″, he was a vision of youthful charm, stirring a mix of protective and primal instincts within me. I found myself torn between wanting to ravage him and wanting to shield him from the world.
When the opportunity arose to spend a day alone with Milo, I seized it. He had signed up for a hiking trip while the rest of the scouts opted for raft-building. The solitude of the woods provided the perfect setting to explore the unspoken tension between us.
As we walked, our conversation flowed effortlessly. Milo was intelligent, confident, and deeply passionate about ecology and politics. His maturity was impressive, and his comfort in my presence was palpable. Yet, I couldn’t shake the underlying current of desire that surged through me with each glance at his lithe frame in his scout uniform.
We ventured deeper into the woods, and I kept an eye out for secluded spots where we might indulge in more than just conversation. A hidden glade, surrounded by dense foliage, presented the perfect opportunity. I suggested we take a break, and we both removed our backpacks.
I took a more personal approach, asking Milo about his experiences with the troop. A flicker of sadness crossed his eyes as he admitted he hadn’t made many friends. I moved closer, playing with his neckerchief, and saw the spark in his eyes—a clear signal that he was open to more.
In an instant, we were kissing, my hands roaming over his tight body. I quickly had him out of his shirt, revealing his surprisingly muscular torso. Milo was no stranger to intimacy; his skilled kisses and eager responses told me he had been down this path before.
I undid his belt and slid my hand into his underpants, feeling his rock-hard cock. Kneeling down, I took him into my mouth, my tongue dancing along his shaft. Milo’s groans and trembling legs were all the encouragement I needed.
Standing up, I guided Milo to help me out of my clothes. He seemed more interested in my hairy chest than my six-pack, a common preference among the boys I’d been with. I pushed him to his knees, and he eagerly took my cock into his mouth, deep-throating me with impressive skill.
As I spat on my hand and pushed a finger into his tight hole, Milo didn’t flinch. He knew what was coming and wanted it. I positioned him against a tree and sank to my knees, eating him out until he was crying out for my cock.
Standing up, I slid into him, his tight ass enveloping me like a glove. Milo’s discomfort was evident, but his bravery and the rock-hard state of his cock told me he was enjoying it. I fucked him with a mix of fast and slow, hard and soft strokes, lifting him off the ground at one point, his legs wrapped around my waist.
As I neared my climax, I told Milo I was going to come inside him. With a final thrust, I filled him with my load, the excess spilling out as I pulled away. I dropped to my knees, licking up the overflow before pulling him into a protective embrace.
In that moment, I realized that despite the intensity of our encounter, my desire to protect Milo remained as strong as ever. Our hike had led us to a place of shared passion and understanding, a memory that would stay with us both.
Scout Boys
SCOUT MILO Chapter 3 – The Hike
From the moment I first saw Milo Miles, I (Ace Banner) was captivated. His inquisitive nature, coupled with an air of innocence, made him irresistible. Standing at just over 5’5″, he was a vision of youthful charm, stirring a mix of protective and primal instincts within me. I found myself torn between wanting to ravage him and wanting to shield him from the world.
When the opportunity arose to spend a day alone with Milo, I seized it. He had signed up for a hiking trip while the rest of the scouts opted for raft-building. The solitude of the woods provided the perfect setting to explore the unspoken tension between us.
As we walked, our conversation flowed effortlessly. Milo was intelligent, confident, and deeply passionate about ecology and politics. His maturity was impressive, and his comfort in my presence was palpable. Yet, I couldn’t shake the underlying current of desire that surged through me with each glance at his lithe frame in his scout uniform.
We ventured deeper into the woods, and I kept an eye out for secluded spots where we might indulge in more than just conversation. A hidden glade, surrounded by dense foliage, presented the perfect opportunity. I suggested we take a break, and we both removed our backpacks.
I took a more personal approach, asking Milo about his experiences with the troop. A flicker of sadness crossed his eyes as he admitted he hadn’t made many friends. I moved closer, playing with his neckerchief, and saw the spark in his eyes—a clear signal that he was open to more.
In an instant, we were kissing, my hands roaming over his tight body. I quickly had him out of his shirt, revealing his surprisingly muscular torso. Milo was no stranger to intimacy; his skilled kisses and eager responses told me he had been down this path before.
I undid his belt and slid my hand into his underpants, feeling his rock-hard cock. Kneeling down, I took him into my mouth, my tongue dancing along his shaft. Milo’s groans and trembling legs were all the encouragement I needed.
Standing up, I guided Milo to help me out of my clothes. He seemed more interested in my hairy chest than my six-pack, a common preference among the boys I’d been with. I pushed him to his knees, and he eagerly took my cock into his mouth, deep-throating me with impressive skill.
As I spat on my hand and pushed a finger into his tight hole, Milo didn’t flinch. He knew what was coming and wanted it. I positioned him against a tree and sank to my knees, eating him out until he was crying out for my cock.
Standing up, I slid into him, his tight ass enveloping me like a glove. Milo’s discomfort was evident, but his bravery and the rock-hard state of his cock told me he was enjoying it. I fucked him with a mix of fast and slow, hard and soft strokes, lifting him off the ground at one point, his legs wrapped around my waist.
As I neared my climax, I told Milo I was going to come inside him. With a final thrust, I filled him with my load, the excess spilling out as I pulled away. I dropped to my knees, licking up the overflow before pulling him into a protective embrace.
In that moment, I realized that despite the intensity of our encounter, my desire to protect Milo remained as strong as ever. Our hike had led us to a place of shared passion and understanding, a memory that would stay with us both.