Creeping Away - Scout Colton - Episode 6
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When I joined the High-class Scouts I didn’t realize I was signing up for the adventures of a lifetime. I live for the lengthy summer days out in the wilderness and those horny nights by the campfire, saying ghost stories and frolicking Truth or Dare. I’ve learned so much: survival skills, practical skills, and even things about the way that my head works…I’ve had a heck of a lot of bang-out as well! I don’t know if it’s just the gang I’m in, but it seems that nearly everyone is creeping off in pairs (and from time to time in trios) for a bit of fun. We all turn a blind eye, of course, and it rarely gets discussed. I mean, what are you gonna say? “Hey Max, that time you had to head back to camp because you’d forgotten your compass, did you indeed get lost on your way back to the gang or did you get smashed by Scoutmaster Stone instead?”The most intriguing ...The most intriguing of all of our leaders is Scoutmaster McKeon. He’s got a vibe about him, which I can only describe as a little dangerous. He’s handsome, but he comes via as a bit arrogant, and can be fairly dismissive and aloof. To be honest, I hadn’t indeed thought about him sexually until our camping excursion last Halloween when I had the most strenuously erotic wish about him. Guess my subconscious knew nicer than I did what I wanted.I swiftly became obsessed with the idea of having bang-out with him and I’ve been shooting him pretty flirty looks ever since. For the longest time he seemed utterly oblivious, but then, on one occasion, he shot me the filthiest look in the world and, at that point, I knew we were on!A few days later, we were alone in the forest, hiking pretty much in muffle to who knows where, with seemingly just one thing on our minds. And that one thing happened after about an hour of solid walking…Suddenly, he tossed me against a tree and ran his palms brutally up and down my body. He pulled my palm down inbetween his gams so that I could perceive his enormous spunk-pump and taunted me with the promise of his lips until I was prepared to explode! Every time I thought the moment had arrived, he’d pull away again until I was literally desperate to smooch him.He pushed his palm down the front of my cutoffs and captured my dick, squashing and touching it until the pre-cum commenced flowing like a mountain stream. I leisurely unzipped his pants, savoring every moment, barely courageous to believe I was worthy of something so beautiful.Then our hardons were out in the open. There’s nothing more arousing than perceiving the delight of a cool spring breeze encircling the head of your swell penis; you instantaneously become aware that you’re doing something prohibited and taboo. Scoutmaster McKeon took both of our beefsticks in his palms and groped them against each other, jacking them like they were a single entity.I dropped to my knees and inhaled him like my life depended on it. I dreamed him to know that I knew what I was doing, that I wasn’t just some fumbling, amateur stud who didn’t know his booty from his elbow. I needed him to realize that I was his to be used sans him perceiving like he constantly needed to ask if what he was doing was okay. Not, I suspect, that Scoutmaster McKeon would ever bother to ask that particular question!His spunk-pump was beautiful: rock-hard, veiny, upward-curving. I glanced up at him and noticed that he was smiling. Those abilities I’d learned since joining the Scouts were coming into their own! He was soon panting, and nearly half-laughing, like I was getting him close and he was having to work rock hard to linger in control. It sensed a little like we’d entered a dream-like space; a moment of profound unity as we were embraced by the protective mitts of the rustling trees above us.He pulled me to my feet and unbuckled my shirt, liquidating his hat so that we were both downright nude but for our uniform neckerchiefs. Then he turned me around and pushed me against the tree before kneeling down and frolicking with my butt, very first with his palms and then with his long, lubricious tongue. The anticipation nearly me!Then, he stood up. Something had switched in his demeanor. There was an urgency about him—a focus, a darkness. I could tell I was about to get it rock hard and, within seconds, this particular prediction became fact!With every stroke, he seemed to plow me a little bit harder, until I found myself screaming out loud. He instantaneously put his palm over my jaws to shut me up, but continued to shag me just as brutally as he had before. I entered a near madness of unspoiled carnal delectation and captured my dick, jacking myself silly as the ragged rail continued.
When I joined the High-class Scouts I didn’t realize I was signing up for the adventures of a lifetime. I live for the lengthy summer days out in the wilderness and those horny nights by the campfire, saying ghost stories and frolicking Truth or Dare. I’ve learned so much: survival skills, practical skills, and even things about the way that my head works…I’ve had a heck of a lot of bang-out as well! I don’t know if it’s just the gang I’m in, but it seems that nearly everyone is creeping off in pairs (and from time to time in trios) for a bit of fun. We all turn a blind eye, of course, and it rarely gets discussed. I mean, what are you gonna say? “Hey Max, that time you had to head back to camp because you’d forgotten your compass, did you indeed get lost on your way back to the gang or did you get smashed by Scoutmaster Stone instead?”The most intriguing ...The most intriguing of all of our leaders is Scoutmaster McKeon. He’s got a vibe about him, which I can only describe as a little dangerous. He’s handsome, but he comes via as a bit arrogant, and can be fairly dismissive and aloof. To be honest, I hadn’t indeed thought about him sexually until our camping excursion last Halloween when I had the most strenuously erotic wish about him. Guess my subconscious knew nicer than I did what I wanted.I swiftly became obsessed with the idea of having bang-out with him and I’ve been shooting him pretty flirty looks ever since. For the longest time he seemed utterly oblivious, but then, on one occasion, he shot me the filthiest look in the world and, at that point, I knew we were on!A few days later, we were alone in the forest, hiking pretty much in muffle to who knows where, with seemingly just one thing on our minds. And that one thing happened after about an hour of solid walking…Suddenly, he tossed me against a tree and ran his palms brutally up and down my body. He pulled my palm down inbetween his gams so that I could perceive his enormous spunk-pump and taunted me with the promise of his lips until I was prepared to explode! Every time I thought the moment had arrived, he’d pull away again until I was literally desperate to smooch him.He pushed his palm down the front of my cutoffs and captured my dick, squashing and touching it until the pre-cum commenced flowing like a mountain stream. I leisurely unzipped his pants, savoring every moment, barely courageous to believe I was worthy of something so beautiful.Then our hardons were out in the open. There’s nothing more arousing than perceiving the delight of a cool spring breeze encircling the head of your swell penis; you instantaneously become aware that you’re doing something prohibited and taboo. Scoutmaster McKeon took both of our beefsticks in his palms and groped them against each other, jacking them like they were a single entity.I dropped to my knees and inhaled him like my life depended on it. I dreamed him to know that I knew what I was doing, that I wasn’t just some fumbling, amateur stud who didn’t know his booty from his elbow. I needed him to realize that I was his to be used sans him perceiving like he constantly needed to ask if what he was doing was okay. Not, I suspect, that Scoutmaster McKeon would ever bother to ask that particular question!His spunk-pump was beautiful: rock-hard, veiny, upward-curving. I glanced up at him and noticed that he was smiling. Those abilities I’d learned since joining the Scouts were coming into their own! He was soon panting, and nearly half-laughing, like I was getting him close and he was having to work rock hard to linger in control. It sensed a little like we’d entered a dream-like space; a moment of profound unity as we were embraced by the protective mitts of the rustling trees above us.He pulled me to my feet and unbuckled my shirt, liquidating his hat so that we were both downright nude but for our uniform neckerchiefs. Then he turned me around and pushed me against the tree before kneeling down and frolicking with my butt, very first with his palms and then with his long, lubricious tongue. The anticipation nearly me!Then, he stood up. Something had switched in his demeanor. There was an urgency about him—a focus, a darkness. I could tell I was about to get it rock hard and, within seconds, this particular prediction became fact!With every stroke, he seemed to plow me a little bit harder, until I found myself screaming out loud. He instantaneously put his palm over my jaws to shut me up, but continued to shag me just as brutally as he had before. I entered a near madness of unspoiled carnal delectation and captured my dick, jacking myself silly as the ragged rail continued.
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