Strapping Nodes - Scout Colton Pt 4
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I guess you could say that my sexual initiation came at the mitts of Scoutmaster Wheeler. For a while, back in the early summer, we couldn’t get enough of each other. He was my first and he took his role amazingly seriously, training me everything I needed to know about sex - and more! He was also a gentleman. He took everything at the speed I needed it to go and as a result I never once sensed out of my depth, or uncomfortable. I loved our time together…In the end, we had to take a step back. It was all too powerful and it was messing with my head. I still miss him of course, but I’m also youthfull and I need to get out there and embark living my life.Without wishing to ...Without wishing to sound like a tragic cliche, there is one other Scoutmaster I’ve got a bit of a thing for. chat about having a type! I’ve been attempting to struggle off the feelings I’m developing for him, but it seems that the more I attempt to avoid him, the more we get thrown together. Life can be jokey like that, can’t it? Anyway, Scoutmaster St. Michael is tall, light-haired and highly strong and he has this amazingly sexy Southern drawl. He’s wildly practical in a indeed beautiful way. He can get a fire going with the dampest leaves, open cans of food with stones, lasso something from twelve soles away. I permanently found myself watching him in awe. I kept having to tell myself that he’s apparently not gay, and, even if he was, that he wouldn’t be interested in a lil' runt like me… but then, every so often, he’d shoot me a glance which made my head spin. It was the same sort of look which Scoutmaster Wheeler used to give me when he was perceiving insane and wished me to go after him into the woods. And it made me just as hard.So yesterday, Scoutmaster St. Michael took me out to the forest to show me how to drape a hammock. For the record, it’s a series of way-too-complicated nodes that I’m never going to remember, but he seemed satisfied with me.And then, just like that, it suddenly punched off. To be honest, it’s all a bit of a dream-like blur. Our eyes met, he got a lil' closer in the direction of me, and then we were making out. I reminisce 2 thoughts occurring to me. The first was how remarkably fragile his lips were. I could have smooched him forever. And the other was how epic he smelled! We’d just spent about an hour hauling bits of canvas and wire thru a forest and yet he smelt so fresh and clean… and masculine.The next thing I knew, he was prodding my trousers down and running his huge, studly mitts over my rock firm penis. We weren’t that far away from camp, so I was attempting to keep indeed quiet, but everything he did seemed to make me choke uncontrollably.I reminisce him tearing off to his knees and flinging his hat off so that he could deep-throat my spunk-pump more effectively. I then reminisce looking down and eyeing him staring up at me, nearly as however he were looking for my approval, and I thought how amazingly super-steamy that was.I was astonished by the size of his spunk-pump and the way that it sort of curved upwards. It tasted so excellent and sensed so firm in my mouth, like a big, wiry block of marble. My breathtaking fantasy was to amaze him. I wished to give him the greatest head of his life…He shoveled me against the big tree which we’d fastened the hammock to and bent down, using his tongue to get me prepped for penetration. I have absolutely no clue what he was doing down there, but it nearly made me jizm on the spot. At one point I sensed like waves of unspoiled pleasure were spinning up and down my body.Then he stood, undid his shirt, unsheathed the gravely sexy rug on his torso and told me to get in the hammock. I reminisce wondering if he’d taken me into the forest to show me how to fasten a hammock to a tree purely so he could boink me in it, or whether he was just going with the flow. I kinda loved the first thought, but both were super-steamy as hell.He got me positioned in it so that I was on my back with my backside hanging over the edge, seemingly at exactly the right height for his dick, which surely wasn’t a coincidence.He was undoubtedly inwards my backside pretty darned quick, and, lemme tell you, his cock sensed so good. My slot simply stretched for him. I sensed like I’d gone to heaven, just staring up at him as he pummeled himself into me, a look of deep concentration on his face, which would from time to time turn to one of total pleasure. At one stage he leisurely flipped my socks off. It sounds so innocuous, but it was so provocative and intimate, peculiarly when he gave my nude foot a tender lil' kiss.I masturbated myself throughout. I just needed to fondle myself on the outside because my innards were being kneaded so spectacularly.I could have gone on like that forever. We were just locked in this magical space... entwined, intermingled, like one living, breathing, orgasmic being. He slowed down the tempo and I assumed he was attempting to stop himself from cumming, but it was all too much and I suddenly sensed the man-cream rising from deep within my assets and then frenziedly flying out of the apex of my penis.He stayed inwards me later and smooched me so wonderfully - like I was his exclusive boy. And I knew, right then, that something epic had just begun...
I guess you could say that my sexual initiation came at the mitts of Scoutmaster Wheeler. For a while, back in the early summer, we couldn’t get enough of each other. He was my first and he took his role amazingly seriously, training me everything I needed to know about sex - and more! He was also a gentleman. He took everything at the speed I needed it to go and as a result I never once sensed out of my depth, or uncomfortable. I loved our time together…In the end, we had to take a step back. It was all too powerful and it was messing with my head. I still miss him of course, but I’m also youthfull and I need to get out there and embark living my life.Without wishing to ...Without wishing to sound like a tragic cliche, there is one other Scoutmaster I’ve got a bit of a thing for. chat about having a type! I’ve been attempting to struggle off the feelings I’m developing for him, but it seems that the more I attempt to avoid him, the more we get thrown together. Life can be jokey like that, can’t it? Anyway, Scoutmaster St. Michael is tall, light-haired and highly strong and he has this amazingly sexy Southern drawl. He’s wildly practical in a indeed beautiful way. He can get a fire going with the dampest leaves, open cans of food with stones, lasso something from twelve soles away. I permanently found myself watching him in awe. I kept having to tell myself that he’s apparently not gay, and, even if he was, that he wouldn’t be interested in a lil' runt like me… but then, every so often, he’d shoot me a glance which made my head spin. It was the same sort of look which Scoutmaster Wheeler used to give me when he was perceiving insane and wished me to go after him into the woods. And it made me just as hard.So yesterday, Scoutmaster St. Michael took me out to the forest to show me how to drape a hammock. For the record, it’s a series of way-too-complicated nodes that I’m never going to remember, but he seemed satisfied with me.And then, just like that, it suddenly punched off. To be honest, it’s all a bit of a dream-like blur. Our eyes met, he got a lil' closer in the direction of me, and then we were making out. I reminisce 2 thoughts occurring to me. The first was how remarkably fragile his lips were. I could have smooched him forever. And the other was how epic he smelled! We’d just spent about an hour hauling bits of canvas and wire thru a forest and yet he smelt so fresh and clean… and masculine.The next thing I knew, he was prodding my trousers down and running his huge, studly mitts over my rock firm penis. We weren’t that far away from camp, so I was attempting to keep indeed quiet, but everything he did seemed to make me choke uncontrollably.I reminisce him tearing off to his knees and flinging his hat off so that he could deep-throat my spunk-pump more effectively. I then reminisce looking down and eyeing him staring up at me, nearly as however he were looking for my approval, and I thought how amazingly super-steamy that was.I was astonished by the size of his spunk-pump and the way that it sort of curved upwards. It tasted so excellent and sensed so firm in my mouth, like a big, wiry block of marble. My breathtaking fantasy was to amaze him. I wished to give him the greatest head of his life…He shoveled me against the big tree which we’d fastened the hammock to and bent down, using his tongue to get me prepped for penetration. I have absolutely no clue what he was doing down there, but it nearly made me jizm on the spot. At one point I sensed like waves of unspoiled pleasure were spinning up and down my body.Then he stood, undid his shirt, unsheathed the gravely sexy rug on his torso and told me to get in the hammock. I reminisce wondering if he’d taken me into the forest to show me how to fasten a hammock to a tree purely so he could boink me in it, or whether he was just going with the flow. I kinda loved the first thought, but both were super-steamy as hell.He got me positioned in it so that I was on my back with my backside hanging over the edge, seemingly at exactly the right height for his dick, which surely wasn’t a coincidence.He was undoubtedly inwards my backside pretty darned quick, and, lemme tell you, his cock sensed so good. My slot simply stretched for him. I sensed like I’d gone to heaven, just staring up at him as he pummeled himself into me, a look of deep concentration on his face, which would from time to time turn to one of total pleasure. At one stage he leisurely flipped my socks off. It sounds so innocuous, but it was so provocative and intimate, peculiarly when he gave my nude foot a tender lil' kiss.I masturbated myself throughout. I just needed to fondle myself on the outside because my innards were being kneaded so spectacularly.I could have gone on like that forever. We were just locked in this magical space... entwined, intermingled, like one living, breathing, orgasmic being. He slowed down the tempo and I assumed he was attempting to stop himself from cumming, but it was all too much and I suddenly sensed the man-cream rising from deep within my assets and then frenziedly flying out of the apex of my penis.He stayed inwards me later and smooched me so wonderfully - like I was his exclusive boy. And I knew, right then, that something epic had just begun...
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