My name is Scoutmaster Barrett and I was elected a leader in the scout program last year. It was something I had always wanted to do. Scouts were an integral part of my youth and I had some of my most memorable experiences under the huge sky.
I think I wanted to relive some of my childhood adventures and make sure that a new generation was exposed to the world beyond the sedentary worlds of computer games.
My inability to completely distance myself from my boys has been one of the problems I’ve faced in my new leadership role. Once I don the uniform, I feel instantly transported back in my youth. Instead of feeling like an authority figure, I want to be part again of the gang.
It’s just more fun. It makes me happy and it gives me the same crazy kick as breaking the rules and talking all night. I need to remind myself that rules exist for a reason and that I am the one who has to enforce them.
It is difficult to remember how much of a walking hormone you were during your years in the scouts. One gust of wind seemed to be all that was needed to make my dick a mess. I used to have the greatest crushes on the Scoutmasters.
My feelings were largely one-sided and nothing ever happened except in my dreams. However, there was a younger leader who used look at me with a smile that made me giggle. It is hard to imagine what might have happened if my courage had been enough to move or if fate had put us in a position where we were both alone for a prolonged period of time. I had a fantasy of being lost in the wilderness with him. It was always very steamy, even though I didn’t know what any of the things that I imagined doing with him would feel like in practice.
My early sexual experiences were, in reality, mediocre. I spent a lot of time fumbling around with boys my age who didn’t have the same sense of what was going on as I did. I wish the Scoutmaster would have taken me under his wing.
I had all that information in my head when Ethan Tate joined our troop. He was the youngest boy in the troop, but he immediately seemed more mature than the rest of the boys. He would often seek out the company of the Scoutmasters, and never seemed to be interested in making friends or helping others his age.
I was intrigued by him and the more I looked at his face, the more he appeared to be looking at me. I quickly realized that there was more to his eyes than friendship.
The intensity of the conversation quickly escalated. He would look at me almost every day. At first, he would glance back at me and blush. But, over time, he would start to look at me more intently and I’d begin to see his lustful thoughts behind his eyes.
Sometimes, the whole troop would sit in a large circle and I’d notice that he was following my movements. He would subtly touch my crotch with his hand, and I’d casually rest mine on his. He would follow my lead and run his finger slowly up and down my thighs. It was intoxicating.
We began to speak in a code-like manner. We would talk about adult time whenever we were apart for a while. I would tell him that there were things I wanted him to know and he would knowingly nod his head and tell me that he wanted me teach him. Then fate intervened and gave us an afternoon together.
We sat down in my tent and talked for a while. After a while, we made small talk and I then asked him if he was ready. He replied that he was. I then told him the details of what was to come. He agreed, clearly unable to speak as his heart beat so fast.
I seducedly ran my hand over his knee to ensure that we were on the same page. When he did not flinch, I moved in for an intimate kiss. It was obvious that he was very nervous. He was clearly as pure as can be, and I had the honor and responsibility to give him his first real sexual encounter.
This thought made our relationship all the more romantic. I pressed my lips against him. His soft, smooth cheeks brushed my bearded head. We kissed tenderly. He was a natural at it and followed me like a good scout.
I took off his shirt and began to strip us both. We were like yin/yang. His porcelain-white skin was the perfect companion for my thickly haired body. I wanted to touch him every inch. I wanted him feel the immense pleasure of a man who is experienced.
I knew I would be able take things to the next level. As my fingers touched his genitals for the first, I wondered if it was the right moment to give him his virginity. I was astonished at the size and shape that his underpants were. It must have been nine inches deep. The curves were so intense that it excited me beyond words.
I laid him on his back and began to eat him. He tasted like nectar. My tongue ran between his cheeks, and I pushed it into his hole. Instantly, his breathing became difficult and he began to gasp. His entire back was covered in thousands of goosebumps.
I sat down on my hand, and put my finger in his ans. It seemed to go in easily. A feeling of adrenaline began to flow through me, which meant that it was the right time. This boy was about become a man.
My cock became a little more tense at the thought. I was able to pull his cheeks apart and line it up with his tiny hole. To protect him, I took it slow to enjoy the moment.
It was very sweet to fuck the boy. My dick glided in and out of my back, almost as if it was made for him. Although he was biting his lips a little, the grunts he was making suggested that he was feeling more pleasure than pain. It was unrelentingly enjoyable for me.
So that I could see his beautiful face, I climbed onto his back and felt the impact I was having on his life, I lowered him to his level. It was so amazing to give him this first experience. His pre-cum was flying out his dick, leaving sticky lust pools on his belly, and covering his hands in a thin, glossy coating.
I was thinking back to my Scoutmaster from the past and wondered how things would have changed if we could do the same thing. This idea inspired me to do more and I grabbed Ethan’s big dick while I fucked him.
I could feel him getting closer and, just as the semen was rising, I felt him grasp my dick with the muscles of his thigh. I was immediately overcome by the sensation. In pure bliss, Cum burst from my dick. It was a moment we would never forget.
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