Setting Up Shelter - Scout Landdon - Chapter 4
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I don’t know if you could call what I have with Scoutmaster McKeon a relationship. I’d have said that we were more like pals with benefits, except he’s my Scoutmaster and it feels supah weird to call him a “friend.” To be honest, we most likely don’t meet up oftentimes enough to call it anything at all. Last Sunday was only our 3rd appointment together. Yet, every time I’m with him, it seems so strenuous and off the hook that I end up feeling desperate to label it as something which is a lil' more noteworthy than a random hook up!If we could only find ways to spend more alone time together I know things would be different. The last journey out into the wilderness was a conclude disaster in that respect. We attempted every trick in the book to rope up out, but every try we made to creep off on our own was thwarted. On the day-before-yesterday he asked for a volunteer to help him collect wood for the bonfire and I just knew he dreamed it to be me. Then stupid Colton shoved his forearm up and started shouting “me me me” like some sort of imbecile and I guess McKeon had no option but to pick him. It made me sense unbelievably jealous. I’m pretty sure nothing would have happened inbetween them, but Colton returned from that trek grinning like the cat that got the canary and it irritated me beyond words.When we went ...When we went away again last week and Scoutmaster McKeon asked if anyone dreamed to experience “deep-wood camping”, I instantly shouted yes, despite having no clue what that meant. When he picked me, all I dreamed to do was turn around and stick my tongue out at Colton!The next day, Scoutmaster McKeon and I ambled for miles. I most likely should have been paying attention to where we were heading--a good Scout should always know where he is--but I was too engaged thinking about what was in supermarket for me once we’d arrived. We’d be spending a entire night together… a entire night! On our own! If we weren’t in a relationship before, we surely were now, right?We found a puny clearing deep inside the forest and got the tent up quickly. Then we sat inside for a bit, nearly in silence, listening to the wind rustling in the trees, and the occasional flat flying through the clouds, high above our heads. It perceived so awesome to be alone in the forest with him.After a while, I asked if he dreamed to make out. The question just fell out of my mouth, most likely because it was all I’d been thinking about since we left the main camp. My wood had been in an nearly stable state of arousal for what seemed like hours. pre-jizz had been spurting of it and soaking into the fabric of my pants. For a split second, I regretted asking the question, worrying that he might turn me down, or think that I was a superslut for asking.Fortunately, he pretty rapidly replied with an emphatic, nearly hungry, “Yes.”He unbuckled my tee-shirt and I did the same to him, pulling it off to expose his studly beefy chest. I wish of snuggling up to that sexy body nearly every night. He has a way of fondling me which makes me melt. His hands are so large and he’s so domineering. It’s like being ravaged, I guess… if being ravaged can be something that you desire with every part of your body. He always pulls some kind of stir which takes me by surprise. This time, he smooched my arm pits! I can securely say that I’ve never been smooched there before--not that I’ve been smooched anywhere a entire bunch of times!He undid my belt and pulled down my trousers before shoving his forearm inside my lingerie and somewhat crudely gripping my dick. I followed suit but I’m shamefaced to say that I made a bit of a dirt of everything! Scoutmaster McKeon has a supernatural capability to undo buttons and belts with the merest video of a wrist! I, by contrast, am like some sort of bumbling amateur. I was so embarrassed by how lengthy it took me to get his trousers down that I instantly started to gargle him off! In my fantasies, of course, I taunt him temptingly until he’s asking for my lips around his cock. The reality was that I yielded in a matter of seconds.He briefly had me on all-fours. Before I could act all coy and demure, he’d push his tongue deep inside my fuck-hole and I was choking and choky like a total fuck-fest addict.Then, just like that, his gigantic dick was inside me. I was astonished that it didn’t hurt as much as it had before. It just seemed to bury into me this time, like there was some sort of magnet deep in my abdomen which was pulling him in. I could sense my bootie muscles closing in rigidly around it, and, as he started to thrust, my entire body awakened to fresh sensations, fresh pleasures.He plumbed me from behind to begin with. At one point, he started gobbling my ear which sent trembles down my spine. He then packaged his enormous mitts around my body and went at it like some sort of animal.He shoveled me onto my side and from this pose I was able to sight up at him and see his face etched with determination. His dick wedged into me with such that I thought my depths were gonna pop out of my mouth! All I could do was lie there, and moaning in total disbelief, wondering if anything would ever sense this good again.He pulled me about and tossed me around and I concluded up in all kinds of contortions. At one stage I was on my front and he seemed to be doing push-ups into me. I had no clue what was going on most of the time. I just knew that I dreamed more.Then he released and started to fap himself and, seconds later, his sensation gel started to fly… and I mean fly! It went right over my head and then onto my cheek… supreme big ribbons of the stuff. It was like nothing I’ve ever seen. More and more flew out until my face and pecs were caked and my eyes were stinging like crazy.Then he shoveled himself back into me and I could still sense him spasming as the jism dripped out into my guts. I didn’t want it to stop. I don’t think I ever will!
I don’t know if you could call what I have with Scoutmaster McKeon a relationship. I’d have said that we were more like pals with benefits, except he’s my Scoutmaster and it feels supah weird to call him a “friend.” To be honest, we most likely don’t meet up oftentimes enough to call it anything at all. Last Sunday was only our 3rd appointment together. Yet, every time I’m with him, it seems so strenuous and off the hook that I end up feeling desperate to label it as something which is a lil' more noteworthy than a random hook up!If we could only find ways to spend more alone time together I know things would be different. The last journey out into the wilderness was a conclude disaster in that respect. We attempted every trick in the book to rope up out, but every try we made to creep off on our own was thwarted. On the day-before-yesterday he asked for a volunteer to help him collect wood for the bonfire and I just knew he dreamed it to be me. Then stupid Colton shoved his forearm up and started shouting “me me me” like some sort of imbecile and I guess McKeon had no option but to pick him. It made me sense unbelievably jealous. I’m pretty sure nothing would have happened inbetween them, but Colton returned from that trek grinning like the cat that got the canary and it irritated me beyond words.When we went ...When we went away again last week and Scoutmaster McKeon asked if anyone dreamed to experience “deep-wood camping”, I instantly shouted yes, despite having no clue what that meant. When he picked me, all I dreamed to do was turn around and stick my tongue out at Colton!The next day, Scoutmaster McKeon and I ambled for miles. I most likely should have been paying attention to where we were heading--a good Scout should always know where he is--but I was too engaged thinking about what was in supermarket for me once we’d arrived. We’d be spending a entire night together… a entire night! On our own! If we weren’t in a relationship before, we surely were now, right?We found a puny clearing deep inside the forest and got the tent up quickly. Then we sat inside for a bit, nearly in silence, listening to the wind rustling in the trees, and the occasional flat flying through the clouds, high above our heads. It perceived so awesome to be alone in the forest with him.After a while, I asked if he dreamed to make out. The question just fell out of my mouth, most likely because it was all I’d been thinking about since we left the main camp. My wood had been in an nearly stable state of arousal for what seemed like hours. pre-jizz had been spurting of it and soaking into the fabric of my pants. For a split second, I regretted asking the question, worrying that he might turn me down, or think that I was a superslut for asking.Fortunately, he pretty rapidly replied with an emphatic, nearly hungry, “Yes.”He unbuckled my tee-shirt and I did the same to him, pulling it off to expose his studly beefy chest. I wish of snuggling up to that sexy body nearly every night. He has a way of fondling me which makes me melt. His hands are so large and he’s so domineering. It’s like being ravaged, I guess… if being ravaged can be something that you desire with every part of your body. He always pulls some kind of stir which takes me by surprise. This time, he smooched my arm pits! I can securely say that I’ve never been smooched there before--not that I’ve been smooched anywhere a entire bunch of times!He undid my belt and pulled down my trousers before shoving his forearm inside my lingerie and somewhat crudely gripping my dick. I followed suit but I’m shamefaced to say that I made a bit of a dirt of everything! Scoutmaster McKeon has a supernatural capability to undo buttons and belts with the merest video of a wrist! I, by contrast, am like some sort of bumbling amateur. I was so embarrassed by how lengthy it took me to get his trousers down that I instantly started to gargle him off! In my fantasies, of course, I taunt him temptingly until he’s asking for my lips around his cock. The reality was that I yielded in a matter of seconds.He briefly had me on all-fours. Before I could act all coy and demure, he’d push his tongue deep inside my fuck-hole and I was choking and choky like a total fuck-fest addict.Then, just like that, his gigantic dick was inside me. I was astonished that it didn’t hurt as much as it had before. It just seemed to bury into me this time, like there was some sort of magnet deep in my abdomen which was pulling him in. I could sense my bootie muscles closing in rigidly around it, and, as he started to thrust, my entire body awakened to fresh sensations, fresh pleasures.He plumbed me from behind to begin with. At one point, he started gobbling my ear which sent trembles down my spine. He then packaged his enormous mitts around my body and went at it like some sort of animal.He shoveled me onto my side and from this pose I was able to sight up at him and see his face etched with determination. His dick wedged into me with such that I thought my depths were gonna pop out of my mouth! All I could do was lie there, and moaning in total disbelief, wondering if anything would ever sense this good again.He pulled me about and tossed me around and I concluded up in all kinds of contortions. At one stage I was on my front and he seemed to be doing push-ups into me. I had no clue what was going on most of the time. I just knew that I dreamed more.Then he released and started to fap himself and, seconds later, his sensation gel started to fly… and I mean fly! It went right over my head and then onto my cheek… supreme big ribbons of the stuff. It was like nothing I’ve ever seen. More and more flew out until my face and pecs were caked and my eyes were stinging like crazy.Then he shoveled himself back into me and I could still sense him spasming as the jism dripped out into my guts. I didn’t want it to stop. I don’t think I ever will!
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