The Campsite - Scout Maxwell - Chapter 2
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I’ve noticed Scoutmaster Stone staring at me fairly a slew of recently. At first, I just thought he was being friendly. I’m not especially 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 sight away before they can embark up one of those embarrassing “is everything okay at home?” conversations.But there was something a lil more intense about the way that Scoutmaster Stone was looking at me. When I caught his eye, he’d hold my gawp 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 sex was extremely bizarre. I couldn’t work out why anyone would want to do it! Of course, the entire experience blew my mind and I’d have happily 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 ...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 frequently end up reddening uncontrollably. Then, one night, just before we revved in, he rushed over and excitedly cooed 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 hardly slept that night. I couldn’t stop thinking about Scoutmaster Stone; the air of urgency in his voice and the lewd sight 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 remain with me on the campsite and miss out on all the fun. I perceived 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 started to run his big hands over my body. I instantaneously started to feel butterflies in my stomach. I was excited and nervous. My heart pounded in my ears.He put his palms 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 instantaneously perceived my weenie throbbing inwards my shorts. He started to strip me, leisurely unzipping my shirt, as however he were savoring the experience of unwrapping a much-anticipated gift.I could feel his warm, minty breath kittling the mushy hairs on my face. I loved the way he smelled; a hint of sweat, a dash of woodsmoke, a paw of some sort of sexually attractive aftershave. He pulled me into him again. I reached out and started to fondle his giant, beefy thighs before moving throughout to the large bulge in his pants. As I touched it, he extracted a loud, greedy groan.He pretty shortly had me bare and then he started unclothing himself. His chest was tanned, hairy and stocky. I ran my hands over his well-defined chest. He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his fly, then encouraged me to paw him thru his underpants. It was rock hard, and large…I started to lick and smooch it thru the cotton fabric. There was a whiff of sex about him which I couldn’t fairly fathom. I shortly had my lips packaged around his dick. It was nearly unlikely to get the entire thing inwards my hatch sans gagging, but I persevered and eventually perceived it gliding deep into my throat.He ran his hands over my ass cheeks, complimenting me on my butt and making it clear that he intended to poke me. I was shortly on all fours while he inspected my crevice with his tongue and fingers, greasing me up with drool and purring for me to remain quiet every time I extracted a gasp. He lined his weenie up with my hole; taunting me, tormenting me, until I was desperate to feel it sink down.My crevice contracted nervously as he first-ever entered. I knew I needed to remain peaceful and quiet. I focused firm on attempting to open myself up for him. It was agonizing to begin with, but I eventually relaxed enough to love the sensation. Then, I couldn’t get enough of it!He plunged into me with frenzied force, kicking his weenie deep into my stomach. I could feel his balls smacking against my ass cheeks. It was ecstatic, pleasurable beyond words. There was something addictive about knowing I was pleasing him—knowing my assets was simply a vessel for his sexual gratification. He suddenly put his palm over my hatch and I instinctively knew that he was close to cumming.I perceived him erupting into me, lining my depths with a thick layer of cream. After he shot his load, he held me in his palms and we lay together for what seemed like an age. It perceived intimate. Romantic. Special, in ways I had not been prepared 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 slew of recently. At first, I just thought he was being friendly. I’m not especially 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 sight away before they can embark up one of those embarrassing “is everything okay at home?” conversations.But there was something a lil more intense about the way that Scoutmaster Stone was looking at me. When I caught his eye, he’d hold my gawp 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 sex was extremely bizarre. I couldn’t work out why anyone would want to do it! Of course, the entire experience blew my mind and I’d have happily 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 ...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 frequently end up reddening uncontrollably. Then, one night, just before we revved in, he rushed over and excitedly cooed 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 hardly slept that night. I couldn’t stop thinking about Scoutmaster Stone; the air of urgency in his voice and the lewd sight 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 remain with me on the campsite and miss out on all the fun. I perceived 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 started to run his big hands over my body. I instantaneously started to feel butterflies in my stomach. I was excited and nervous. My heart pounded in my ears.He put his palms 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 instantaneously perceived my weenie throbbing inwards my shorts. He started to strip me, leisurely unzipping my shirt, as however he were savoring the experience of unwrapping a much-anticipated gift.I could feel his warm, minty breath kittling the mushy hairs on my face. I loved the way he smelled; a hint of sweat, a dash of woodsmoke, a paw of some sort of sexually attractive aftershave. He pulled me into him again. I reached out and started to fondle his giant, beefy thighs before moving throughout to the large bulge in his pants. As I touched it, he extracted a loud, greedy groan.He pretty shortly had me bare and then he started unclothing himself. His chest was tanned, hairy and stocky. I ran my hands over his well-defined chest. He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his fly, then encouraged me to paw him thru his underpants. It was rock hard, and large…I started to lick and smooch it thru the cotton fabric. There was a whiff of sex about him which I couldn’t fairly fathom. I shortly had my lips packaged around his dick. It was nearly unlikely to get the entire thing inwards my hatch sans gagging, but I persevered and eventually perceived it gliding deep into my throat.He ran his hands over my ass cheeks, complimenting me on my butt and making it clear that he intended to poke me. I was shortly on all fours while he inspected my crevice with his tongue and fingers, greasing me up with drool and purring for me to remain quiet every time I extracted a gasp. He lined his weenie up with my hole; taunting me, tormenting me, until I was desperate to feel it sink down.My crevice contracted nervously as he first-ever entered. I knew I needed to remain peaceful and quiet. I focused firm on attempting to open myself up for him. It was agonizing to begin with, but I eventually relaxed enough to love the sensation. Then, I couldn’t get enough of it!He plunged into me with frenzied force, kicking his weenie deep into my stomach. I could feel his balls smacking against my ass cheeks. It was ecstatic, pleasurable beyond words. There was something addictive about knowing I was pleasing him—knowing my assets was simply a vessel for his sexual gratification. He suddenly put his palm over my hatch and I instinctively knew that he was close to cumming.I perceived him erupting into me, lining my depths with a thick layer of cream. After he shot his load, he held me in his palms and we lay together for what seemed like an age. It perceived intimate. Romantic. Special, in ways I had not been prepared for. And at that point, I knew my adventures with Scoutmaster Stone had only just begun.
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