The Campsite - Scout Maxwell - Part 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 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 feels a bit condescending, to be honest. I’m blessed with my own company and I don’t need their pitying looks. I usually politely smile back and then view away before they can commence up one of those embarrassing “is everything okay at home?” conversations.But there was something a tiny more strenuous 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 amazed me after a while that what we eyed 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 encountered him, the idea of having orgy was immensely 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 joyfully 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 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 faux an illness in the morning so that we could rope up 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 view on his face.The following morning, as requested, I told everyone I had a bad headache. Scoutmaster Stone faked being urinated that he’d need to remain with me on the campsite and miss out on all the fun. I sensed very 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 finally were together and alone. He didn’t say anything; he just sat down next to me and started to run his immense hands over my body. I instantaneously started to perceive butterflies in my stomach. I was excited and nervous. My heart porked in my ears.He put his mitts 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 sensed my shaft pulsing inwards my shorts. He started to unwrap me, leisurely undoing my shirt, as tho' he were reveling the practice of unwrapping a much-anticipated gift.I could perceive his warm, minty breath kittling the sensitized hairs on my face. I luved the way he smelled; a hint of sweat, a dash of woodsmoke, a touch of some sort of manly aftershave. He pulled me into him again. I reached out and started to touch his giant, muscled hips before moving across to the large erection in his pants. As I fondled it, he let out a loud, hungry groan.He pretty soon had me bare and then he started unclothing himself. His chest was tanned, unshaved and stocky. I ran my hands over his well-defined chest. He unbuckled his belt and unbuckled his fly, then encouraged me to touch him thru his underpants. It was rock hard, and large…I started to slurp and smooch it thru the cotton fabric. There was a whiff of orgy about him which I couldn’t fairly fathom. I soon had my lips wrapped around his dick. It was nearly impossible to get the entire thing inwards my hatch sans gagging, but I persevered and eventually sensed it gliding deep into my throat.He ran his hands over my bootie cheeks, complimenting me on my butt and making it clear that he intended to poke me. I was soon on all 4s while he explored my hole with his tongue and fingers, lubing me up with drool and murmuring for me to remain quiet every time I let out a gasp. He lined his shaft up with my hole; taunting me, tormenting me, until I was desperate to perceive it drown down.My hole contracted nervously as he very first entered. I knew I needed to remain silent and quiet. I concentrated hard on attempting to open myself up for him. It was torturous to begin with, but I eventually eased enough to love the sensation. Then, I couldn’t get enough of it!He wedged into me with frenzied force, crushing his shaft deep into my stomach. I could perceive his balls spanking against my bootie cheeks. It was ecstatic, pleasant beyond words. There was something addictive about knowing I was pleasuring him—knowing my bod was simply a vessel for his sexual gratification. He all of a sudden put his mitt over my hatch and I instinctively knew that he was close to cumming.I sensed him erupting into me, lining my depths with a thick layer of cream. After he shot his load, he restricted me in his mitts and we lay together for what seemed like an age. It sensed intimate. Romantic. Special, in ways I had not been ready 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 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 feels a bit condescending, to be honest. I’m blessed with my own company and I don’t need their pitying looks. I usually politely smile back and then view away before they can commence up one of those embarrassing “is everything okay at home?” conversations.But there was something a tiny more strenuous 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 amazed me after a while that what we eyed 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 encountered him, the idea of having orgy was immensely 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 joyfully 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 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 faux an illness in the morning so that we could rope up 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 view on his face.The following morning, as requested, I told everyone I had a bad headache. Scoutmaster Stone faked being urinated that he’d need to remain with me on the campsite and miss out on all the fun. I sensed very 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 finally were together and alone. He didn’t say anything; he just sat down next to me and started to run his immense hands over my body. I instantaneously started to perceive butterflies in my stomach. I was excited and nervous. My heart porked in my ears.He put his mitts 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 sensed my shaft pulsing inwards my shorts. He started to unwrap me, leisurely undoing my shirt, as tho' he were reveling the practice of unwrapping a much-anticipated gift.I could perceive his warm, minty breath kittling the sensitized hairs on my face. I luved the way he smelled; a hint of sweat, a dash of woodsmoke, a touch of some sort of manly aftershave. He pulled me into him again. I reached out and started to touch his giant, muscled hips before moving across to the large erection in his pants. As I fondled it, he let out a loud, hungry groan.He pretty soon had me bare and then he started unclothing himself. His chest was tanned, unshaved and stocky. I ran my hands over his well-defined chest. He unbuckled his belt and unbuckled his fly, then encouraged me to touch him thru his underpants. It was rock hard, and large…I started to slurp and smooch it thru the cotton fabric. There was a whiff of orgy about him which I couldn’t fairly fathom. I soon had my lips wrapped around his dick. It was nearly impossible to get the entire thing inwards my hatch sans gagging, but I persevered and eventually sensed it gliding deep into my throat.He ran his hands over my bootie cheeks, complimenting me on my butt and making it clear that he intended to poke me. I was soon on all 4s while he explored my hole with his tongue and fingers, lubing me up with drool and murmuring for me to remain quiet every time I let out a gasp. He lined his shaft up with my hole; taunting me, tormenting me, until I was desperate to perceive it drown down.My hole contracted nervously as he very first entered. I knew I needed to remain silent and quiet. I concentrated hard on attempting to open myself up for him. It was torturous to begin with, but I eventually eased enough to love the sensation. Then, I couldn’t get enough of it!He wedged into me with frenzied force, crushing his shaft deep into my stomach. I could perceive his balls spanking against my bootie cheeks. It was ecstatic, pleasant beyond words. There was something addictive about knowing I was pleasuring him—knowing my bod was simply a vessel for his sexual gratification. He all of a sudden put his mitt over my hatch and I instinctively knew that he was close to cumming.I sensed him erupting into me, lining my depths with a thick layer of cream. After he shot his load, he restricted me in his mitts and we lay together for what seemed like an age. It sensed intimate. Romantic. Special, in ways I had not been ready for. And at that point, I knew my adventures with Scoutmaster Stone had only just begun.
Added: 2023-08-12 • Views: 7 • Duration: 25:47