Slinking Away - Scout Colton - Chapter 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 crazy 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 bunch of sex as well! I don’t know if it’s just the gang I’m in, but it seems that nearly everyone is slinking off in pairs (and from time to time in trios) for a bit of fun. We all turn a sightless eye, of course, and it uncommonly 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 truly get lost on your way back to the gang or did you get humped 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 truly thought about him sexually until our camping trip last Halloween when I had the most powerfully glamour wish about him. Guess my subconscious knew finer than I did what I wanted.I quickly became obsessed with the idea of having sex 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 dirtiest glance 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 mitts fiercely up and down my body. He pulled my mitt down inbetween his gams so that I could feel his thick beefstick and teased me with the promise of his lips until I was prepped to explode! Every time I thought the moment had arrived, he’d pull away again until I was literally desperate to smooch him.He shoveled his mitt down the front of my cutoffs and seized my dick, wringing and rubbing it until the pre-cum commenced flowing like a mountain stream. I leisurely unzipped his pants, relishing every moment, barely daring to believe I was worthy of something so beautiful.Then our hardons were out in the open. There’s nothing more arousing than experiencing the delectation of a handsome spring breeze surrounding the head of your swell penis; you immediately become aware that you’re doing something prohibited and taboo. Scoutmaster McKeon took both of our peckers in his mitts and kneaded them against each other, stroking them like they were a single entity.I dropped to my knees and deep throated him like my life depended on it. I desired him to know that I knew what I was doing, that I wasn’t just some fumbling, first-timer man who didn’t know his booty from his elbow. I needed him to realize that I was his to be used sans him experiencing like he permanently 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 beefstick 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 rigid 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 forearms of the rustling trees above us.He pulled me to my soles and undid my shirt, eliminating his hat so that we were both fully nude but for our uniform neckerchiefs. Then he revved me around and shoved me against the tree before getting on all fours down and frolicking with my butt, first-ever with his mitts and then with his long, greasy 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 rigid and, within seconds, this particular prediction became fact!With every stroke, he seemed to shag me a little bit harder, until I found myself groaning out loud. He immediately put his mitt over my gullet to shut me up, but continued to pound me just as fiercely as he had before. I entered a near frenzy of unspoiled carnal enjoyment and seized my dick, stroking myself ditzy 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 crazy 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 bunch of sex as well! I don’t know if it’s just the gang I’m in, but it seems that nearly everyone is slinking off in pairs (and from time to time in trios) for a bit of fun. We all turn a sightless eye, of course, and it uncommonly 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 truly get lost on your way back to the gang or did you get humped 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 truly thought about him sexually until our camping trip last Halloween when I had the most powerfully glamour wish about him. Guess my subconscious knew finer than I did what I wanted.I quickly became obsessed with the idea of having sex 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 dirtiest glance 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 mitts fiercely up and down my body. He pulled my mitt down inbetween his gams so that I could feel his thick beefstick and teased me with the promise of his lips until I was prepped to explode! Every time I thought the moment had arrived, he’d pull away again until I was literally desperate to smooch him.He shoveled his mitt down the front of my cutoffs and seized my dick, wringing and rubbing it until the pre-cum commenced flowing like a mountain stream. I leisurely unzipped his pants, relishing every moment, barely daring to believe I was worthy of something so beautiful.Then our hardons were out in the open. There’s nothing more arousing than experiencing the delectation of a handsome spring breeze surrounding the head of your swell penis; you immediately become aware that you’re doing something prohibited and taboo. Scoutmaster McKeon took both of our peckers in his mitts and kneaded them against each other, stroking them like they were a single entity.I dropped to my knees and deep throated him like my life depended on it. I desired him to know that I knew what I was doing, that I wasn’t just some fumbling, first-timer man who didn’t know his booty from his elbow. I needed him to realize that I was his to be used sans him experiencing like he permanently 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 beefstick 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 rigid 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 forearms of the rustling trees above us.He pulled me to my soles and undid my shirt, eliminating his hat so that we were both fully nude but for our uniform neckerchiefs. Then he revved me around and shoved me against the tree before getting on all fours down and frolicking with my butt, first-ever with his mitts and then with his long, greasy 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 rigid and, within seconds, this particular prediction became fact!With every stroke, he seemed to shag me a little bit harder, until I found myself groaning out loud. He immediately put his mitt over my gullet to shut me up, but continued to pound me just as fiercely as he had before. I entered a near frenzy of unspoiled carnal enjoyment and seized my dick, stroking myself ditzy as the ragged rail continued.
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