Pitching The Tent - Scout Nathan - Part 3
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It’s been a while since Scoutmaster Barrett and I had last made out. To be honest, the first time was so strong and beautiful that I wasn’t sure I could ever treat a re-run! For the rest of that particular campout, I found I couldn't view him in the eye. During the subsequent weekly patrol meetings, it all got a bit clumsy when we were near each other.Then, of course, as time passed, I started thinking more and more about what happened during the encounter: the way that my assets dissolved when he fondled me, the blissful elation of his penis coming in me, the sways of obscene awakening surging thru my veins. The more I thought about it, the more I dreamed him again. We were due for another expedition and, in the weeks leading up to it, I started shooting Barrett these long, lingering looks. He caught on pretty swiftly and started returning them in a way which made me blush.By the time ...By the time today’s expedition had begun, there was no doubt in either of our minds that all we needed was an pretext to be alone together. Fortunately, Scoutmaster Barrett figured one out within a day of our arriving; he declared to the gang that he dreamed a brave volunteer to go into the woods with him to monitor “crepuscular” wildlife. Obviously, he had to explain to us all that crepuscular meant the beasts which were most engaged at twilight—like bats—and as shortly as that was established, a river of palms went up, all desperate for an adventure.He explained that the monitoring would involve staying overnight in a tent, and that almost got the other guys foaming at the facehole with excitement. I, of course, was doing everything I could to decorate my ever-swelling dick, knowing instinctively that he was going to call my name. I wasn’t just going to end up with a couple of snatched hours with him, but a entire night of love-making!When he picked me, the other guys wailed with disappointment. Within an hour, he and I were alone, hiking into the forest. The early evening sun heated our faces while our lengthy shadows disappeared into the dark green undergrowth.We ambled for at least 2 hours and pitched our tent in a clearing which smelt of pine trees. It was the moment we’d both been waiting for. I sank into his embrace. We smooched passionately. I could feel that he was a little on edge; he kept glancing into the distance. I guess it was to make sure that no one had followed us. The view somehow re-enforced the naughtiness of what we were doing, and made the entire thing seem a bunch more exciting.We moved to the tent, making out with even more force than we had the last time we were together. He ran his big, wooly palms up and down my body, touching me. He unbuckled my shirt, unsheathing my pale assets to the elements. The summer breeze delicately tickled the flesh around my nipples, adding just another horny layer to the sensory overload I was suddenly experiencing.I was fully nude within seconds and the power was fully in his hands. My jizz-shotgun was rock-solid and my gams were broad apart. I was prepared for him. He squatted down and started to blow me off, taunting and provocative me with his endowed tongue and sensitive lips. He left me in a state of accomplish physical and mental arousal, incapable to comprehend the levels of gratification I experienced.He revved me over, and lost in lust, I push my spasming backside toward him. He instantaneously started to slurp me out, prepping me as well as he could for what I knew was to come. The tickly-prickly elation of his beard brushing against my backside cheeks brought an electrified charge, one that jolted my flesh repeatedly as he consumed my hole.I heard him unbuckle his belt and undo his fly. He asked if I was ready. I was in a state of such sexual rapture that all I could do was scream deeply in reply. He tore his t-shirt off, unsheathing that beautiful wooly torso of his, before pulling his jizz-shotgun out of his pants. sans any kind of ceremony, he pushed it into me.It did hurt like hell, but it sensed a bunch less excruciating than the last time, and my dream to have him inside me again highly much outweighed any displeasure I was momentarily feeling. He poked me rapidly, getting on all fours up as he repeatedly push his giant, humid jizz-shotgun in and out of my tight, shivering hole. This had been a lengthy time coming, and I sensed it wasn’t going to be the longest sexual appointment we have or will have had. We needed to get this first one out of our systems, then we’d have the entire night to investigate each other at a more reserved pace.He tossed me onto my back so that he could watch as he boned me. I think the alternate looks of anguish and rapture on my face must have revved him on because he started plumbing me pretty relentlessly. The more I yelled and gasped, the tighter he seemed to get!And then, just like that, he nutted. I sensed the head of his jizz-shotgun contracting and retracting as he squirted his dear explosion deep into my guts. When he eventually pulled out, I was aroused to find out that his jizz-shotgun was as solid as it had been before he came. He was prepared for another round and it was clear that a entire night of whip out lay ahead of me. I couldn’t wait.
It’s been a while since Scoutmaster Barrett and I had last made out. To be honest, the first time was so strong and beautiful that I wasn’t sure I could ever treat a re-run! For the rest of that particular campout, I found I couldn't view him in the eye. During the subsequent weekly patrol meetings, it all got a bit clumsy when we were near each other.Then, of course, as time passed, I started thinking more and more about what happened during the encounter: the way that my assets dissolved when he fondled me, the blissful elation of his penis coming in me, the sways of obscene awakening surging thru my veins. The more I thought about it, the more I dreamed him again. We were due for another expedition and, in the weeks leading up to it, I started shooting Barrett these long, lingering looks. He caught on pretty swiftly and started returning them in a way which made me blush.By the time ...By the time today’s expedition had begun, there was no doubt in either of our minds that all we needed was an pretext to be alone together. Fortunately, Scoutmaster Barrett figured one out within a day of our arriving; he declared to the gang that he dreamed a brave volunteer to go into the woods with him to monitor “crepuscular” wildlife. Obviously, he had to explain to us all that crepuscular meant the beasts which were most engaged at twilight—like bats—and as shortly as that was established, a river of palms went up, all desperate for an adventure.He explained that the monitoring would involve staying overnight in a tent, and that almost got the other guys foaming at the facehole with excitement. I, of course, was doing everything I could to decorate my ever-swelling dick, knowing instinctively that he was going to call my name. I wasn’t just going to end up with a couple of snatched hours with him, but a entire night of love-making!When he picked me, the other guys wailed with disappointment. Within an hour, he and I were alone, hiking into the forest. The early evening sun heated our faces while our lengthy shadows disappeared into the dark green undergrowth.We ambled for at least 2 hours and pitched our tent in a clearing which smelt of pine trees. It was the moment we’d both been waiting for. I sank into his embrace. We smooched passionately. I could feel that he was a little on edge; he kept glancing into the distance. I guess it was to make sure that no one had followed us. The view somehow re-enforced the naughtiness of what we were doing, and made the entire thing seem a bunch more exciting.We moved to the tent, making out with even more force than we had the last time we were together. He ran his big, wooly palms up and down my body, touching me. He unbuckled my shirt, unsheathing my pale assets to the elements. The summer breeze delicately tickled the flesh around my nipples, adding just another horny layer to the sensory overload I was suddenly experiencing.I was fully nude within seconds and the power was fully in his hands. My jizz-shotgun was rock-solid and my gams were broad apart. I was prepared for him. He squatted down and started to blow me off, taunting and provocative me with his endowed tongue and sensitive lips. He left me in a state of accomplish physical and mental arousal, incapable to comprehend the levels of gratification I experienced.He revved me over, and lost in lust, I push my spasming backside toward him. He instantaneously started to slurp me out, prepping me as well as he could for what I knew was to come. The tickly-prickly elation of his beard brushing against my backside cheeks brought an electrified charge, one that jolted my flesh repeatedly as he consumed my hole.I heard him unbuckle his belt and undo his fly. He asked if I was ready. I was in a state of such sexual rapture that all I could do was scream deeply in reply. He tore his t-shirt off, unsheathing that beautiful wooly torso of his, before pulling his jizz-shotgun out of his pants. sans any kind of ceremony, he pushed it into me.It did hurt like hell, but it sensed a bunch less excruciating than the last time, and my dream to have him inside me again highly much outweighed any displeasure I was momentarily feeling. He poked me rapidly, getting on all fours up as he repeatedly push his giant, humid jizz-shotgun in and out of my tight, shivering hole. This had been a lengthy time coming, and I sensed it wasn’t going to be the longest sexual appointment we have or will have had. We needed to get this first one out of our systems, then we’d have the entire night to investigate each other at a more reserved pace.He tossed me onto my back so that he could watch as he boned me. I think the alternate looks of anguish and rapture on my face must have revved him on because he started plumbing me pretty relentlessly. The more I yelled and gasped, the tighter he seemed to get!And then, just like that, he nutted. I sensed the head of his jizz-shotgun contracting and retracting as he squirted his dear explosion deep into my guts. When he eventually pulled out, I was aroused to find out that his jizz-shotgun was as solid as it had been before he came. He was prepared for another round and it was clear that a entire night of whip out lay ahead of me. I couldn’t wait.
Added: 2023-10-29 • Views: 9 • Duration: 17:49