Scout Maxwell - Chapter 2
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I’ve noticed Scoutmaster Stone staring at me fairly a bunch recently. At first, I just thought he was being friendly. I’m not particularly well-liked with the other boys, and I know that the Scoutmasters have been consciously attempting to get me to integrate a bit more. It all perceives a bit condescending, to be honest. I’m happy with my own company and I don’t need their pitying looks. I usually politely grin back and then look away before they can begin up one of those embarrassing “is everything okay at home?” conversations. But there was something a lil more mighty about the way that Scoutmaster Stone was looking at me. When I caught his eye, he’d hold my gaze for the longest time. It impressed me after a while that what we spotted in each other might’ve been the same thing. I might not have noticed the signs if I hadn’t done what I did with Scoutmaster Hernandez several months back. Before I faced him, the idea of having fucky-fucky was utterly bizarre. I couldn’t work out why anyone would want to do it! Of course, the entire practice blew my mind and I’d have gladfully done it with him again, but Scoutmaster Hernandez grew distant and unusual with me. I got the message. I let him be. So anyway, when I realized Scoutmaster Stone was providing me the eye, I figured there might be a entire heap of joy to be had with him. His looks became so unsubtle that I’d oftentimes end up reddening uncontrollably. Then, one night, just before we revved in, he rushed over and excitedly murmured in my ear, saying me to fake an illness in the morning so that we could hang out alone while the others went orienteering. I barely slept that night. I couldn’t stop thinking about Scoutmaster Stone; the air of urgency in his voice and the lewd look on his face. The following morning, as requested, I told everyone I had a bad headache. Scoutmaster Stone faked being peed that he’d need to linger with me on the campsite and miss out on all the fun. I sensed highly naughty, going along with a plan like this. And, in a way, I found it sexy. After everyone else had disappeared, Stone led me into his tent. We eventually were together and alone. He didn’t say anything; he just sat down next to me and began to run his huge mitts over my body. I instantly began to feel butterflies in my stomach. I was thrilled and nervous. My heart pounded in my ears. He put his arms around me protectively and I sank into him. It was like being hugged by an enormous bear; he was so big, strong, and masculine. I instantly sensed my beef whistle pulsating inwards my shorts. He began to de-robe me, slowly unbuttoning my shirt, as though he were savouring the practice of unwrapping a much-anticipated gift. I could feel his warm, minty breath kittling the gentle hairs on my face. I enjoyed the way he smelled; a hint of sweat, a dash of woodsmoke, a caress of some sort of manly aftershave. He pulled me into him again. I reached out and began to fondle his giant, bulky hips before moving throughout to the large swelling in his pants. As I caressed it, he let out a loud, thirsty groan. He pretty soon had me nude and then he began unclothing himself. His chest was tanned, fur covered and stocky. I ran my mitts over his well-defined chest. He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his fly, then encouraged me to caress him thru his underpants. It was rock hard, and large… I began to gobble and smooch it thru the cotton fabric. There was a whiff of fucky-fucky about him which I couldn’t fairly fathom. I soon had my lips packaged around his dick. It was nearly unlikely to get the entire thing inwards my gullet sans gagging, but I persevered and eventually sensed it slipping deep into my throat. He ran his mitts over my rump cheeks, complimenting me on my butt and making it clear that he intended to pummel me. I was soon on all fours while he tested my fuck-hole with his tongue and fingers, lubricating me up with slobber and cooing for me to linger quiet every time I let out a gasp. He lined his beef whistle up with my hole; taunting me, tormenting me, until I was desperate to feel it bury down. My fuck-hole contracted nervously as he first-ever entered. I knew I needed to linger tranquil and quiet. I focused hard on attempting to open myself up for him. It was painful to begin with, but I eventually loosened enough to love the sensation. Then, I couldn’t get enough of it! He inserted into me with frenzied force, punching his beef whistle deep into my stomach. I could feel his ball-sac slapping against my rump cheeks. It was ecstatic, enjoyable beyond words. There was something addictive about knowing I was pleasing him—knowing my assets was simply a vessel for his sexual gratification. He abruptly put his hand over my gullet and I instinctively knew that he was close to cumming. I sensed him gushing into me, lining my insides with a large layer of cream. After he shot his load, he restricted me in his arms and we lay together for what seemed like an age. It sensed intimate. Romantic. Special, in ways I had not been prepped for. And at that point, I knew my adventures with Scoutmaster Stone had only just begun.
I’ve noticed Scoutmaster Stone staring at me fairly a bunch recently. At first, I just thought he was being friendly. I’m not particularly well-liked with the other boys, and I know that the Scoutmasters have been consciously attempting to get me to integrate a bit more. It all perceives a bit condescending, to be honest. I’m happy with my own company and I don’t need their pitying looks. I usually politely grin back and then look away before they can begin up one of those embarrassing “is everything okay at home?” conversations. But there was something a lil more mighty about the way that Scoutmaster Stone was looking at me. When I caught his eye, he’d hold my gaze for the longest time. It impressed me after a while that what we spotted in each other might’ve been the same thing. I might not have noticed the signs if I hadn’t done what I did with Scoutmaster Hernandez several months back. Before I faced him, the idea of having fucky-fucky was utterly bizarre. I couldn’t work out why anyone would want to do it! Of course, the entire practice blew my mind and I’d have gladfully done it with him again, but Scoutmaster Hernandez grew distant and unusual with me. I got the message. I let him be. So anyway, when I realized Scoutmaster Stone was providing me the eye, I figured there might be a entire heap of joy to be had with him. His looks became so unsubtle that I’d oftentimes end up reddening uncontrollably. Then, one night, just before we revved in, he rushed over and excitedly murmured in my ear, saying me to fake an illness in the morning so that we could hang out alone while the others went orienteering. I barely slept that night. I couldn’t stop thinking about Scoutmaster Stone; the air of urgency in his voice and the lewd look on his face. The following morning, as requested, I told everyone I had a bad headache. Scoutmaster Stone faked being peed that he’d need to linger with me on the campsite and miss out on all the fun. I sensed highly naughty, going along with a plan like this. And, in a way, I found it sexy. After everyone else had disappeared, Stone led me into his tent. We eventually were together and alone. He didn’t say anything; he just sat down next to me and began to run his huge mitts over my body. I instantly began to feel butterflies in my stomach. I was thrilled and nervous. My heart pounded in my ears. He put his arms around me protectively and I sank into him. It was like being hugged by an enormous bear; he was so big, strong, and masculine. I instantly sensed my beef whistle pulsating inwards my shorts. He began to de-robe me, slowly unbuttoning my shirt, as though he were savouring the practice of unwrapping a much-anticipated gift. I could feel his warm, minty breath kittling the gentle hairs on my face. I enjoyed the way he smelled; a hint of sweat, a dash of woodsmoke, a caress of some sort of manly aftershave. He pulled me into him again. I reached out and began to fondle his giant, bulky hips before moving throughout to the large swelling in his pants. As I caressed it, he let out a loud, thirsty groan. He pretty soon had me nude and then he began unclothing himself. His chest was tanned, fur covered and stocky. I ran my mitts over his well-defined chest. He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his fly, then encouraged me to caress him thru his underpants. It was rock hard, and large… I began to gobble and smooch it thru the cotton fabric. There was a whiff of fucky-fucky about him which I couldn’t fairly fathom. I soon had my lips packaged around his dick. It was nearly unlikely to get the entire thing inwards my gullet sans gagging, but I persevered and eventually sensed it slipping deep into my throat. He ran his mitts over my rump cheeks, complimenting me on my butt and making it clear that he intended to pummel me. I was soon on all fours while he tested my fuck-hole with his tongue and fingers, lubricating me up with slobber and cooing for me to linger quiet every time I let out a gasp. He lined his beef whistle up with my hole; taunting me, tormenting me, until I was desperate to feel it bury down. My fuck-hole contracted nervously as he first-ever entered. I knew I needed to linger tranquil and quiet. I focused hard on attempting to open myself up for him. It was painful to begin with, but I eventually loosened enough to love the sensation. Then, I couldn’t get enough of it! He inserted into me with frenzied force, punching his beef whistle deep into my stomach. I could feel his ball-sac slapping against my rump cheeks. It was ecstatic, enjoyable beyond words. There was something addictive about knowing I was pleasing him—knowing my assets was simply a vessel for his sexual gratification. He abruptly put his hand over my gullet and I instinctively knew that he was close to cumming. I sensed him gushing into me, lining my insides with a large layer of cream. After he shot his load, he restricted me in his arms and we lay together for what seemed like an age. It sensed intimate. Romantic. Special, in ways I had not been prepped for. And at that point, I knew my adventures with Scoutmaster Stone had only just begun.
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