Scout Logan - Chapter 8 Creeping Off - Eddie Patrick, Logan Cross
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In truth, I just needed a bit of space. Things have been a lil' bizarre of late, what with my Daddy joining our Troop as a Scoutmaster, and periodically I just have to take myself away to think and reset. So this afternoon I rambled off into the forest carrying my backpack. I had no idea where I was going, which is fairly dangerous, because when I get into that sort of mood, I can pretty easily lose track of where I am. So, I stopped and, abruptly realizing that I was lost, and determined to violate open my compass. At that moment, I heard a rustle in the trees behind me. I found myself turning around really slowly, half-expecting to come face-to-face with a grizzly or something. I was surprised, but fairly relieved, to watch Scoutmaster Patrick making his way towards me. To tell you the truth, I’ve been getting fairly a vibe from him for several weeks now. When I’m with Dad, I constantly watch the dude Scoutmaster looking via at us, periodically really quizzically. I periodically find it a bit disarming because it makes me wonder if he knows what’s going on. Anyway, there we were in the middle of the forest and he’s nodding me to ensue him into the trees, with a glance on his face which tells me he’s in the mood for something pretty naughty. My heart commenced pulverizing in my facehole but I found myself following him before I’d worked out whether doing so was at all sensible. I was basically led by my dick, but, in all honesty, the glance of Scoutmaster Patrick’s sexy ass, packed into his taut trousers, kinda me. Seconds later, we were up against a tree, making out like crazy—kissing vigorously with his forearms petting pretty much every part of my body. He commenced seizing my caboose and I perceived a rush of unspoiled awakening surge thru me. I shortly found myself clumsily unbuckling his belt and reaching thru the fly of his trousers, desperate to know how his shaft looked and felt. Lemme tell you; it’s a thing of excellent beauty.
In truth, I just needed a bit of space. Things have been a lil' bizarre of late, what with my Daddy joining our Troop as a Scoutmaster, and periodically I just have to take myself away to think and reset. So this afternoon I rambled off into the forest carrying my backpack. I had no idea where I was going, which is fairly dangerous, because when I get into that sort of mood, I can pretty easily lose track of where I am. So, I stopped and, abruptly realizing that I was lost, and determined to violate open my compass. At that moment, I heard a rustle in the trees behind me. I found myself turning around really slowly, half-expecting to come face-to-face with a grizzly or something. I was surprised, but fairly relieved, to watch Scoutmaster Patrick making his way towards me. To tell you the truth, I’ve been getting fairly a vibe from him for several weeks now. When I’m with Dad, I constantly watch the dude Scoutmaster looking via at us, periodically really quizzically. I periodically find it a bit disarming because it makes me wonder if he knows what’s going on. Anyway, there we were in the middle of the forest and he’s nodding me to ensue him into the trees, with a glance on his face which tells me he’s in the mood for something pretty naughty. My heart commenced pulverizing in my facehole but I found myself following him before I’d worked out whether doing so was at all sensible. I was basically led by my dick, but, in all honesty, the glance of Scoutmaster Patrick’s sexy ass, packed into his taut trousers, kinda me. Seconds later, we were up against a tree, making out like crazy—kissing vigorously with his forearms petting pretty much every part of my body. He commenced seizing my caboose and I perceived a rush of unspoiled awakening surge thru me. I shortly found myself clumsily unbuckling his belt and reaching thru the fly of his trousers, desperate to know how his shaft looked and felt. Lemme tell you; it’s a thing of excellent beauty.
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