Trussing Nodes - Scout Colton - Chapter 4
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I guess you could say that my sexual initiation came at the hands of Scoutmaster Wheeler. For a while, back in the early summer, we couldn’t get enough of each other. He was my highly first and he took his role exceptionally seriously, instructing me everything I needed to know about fuck-fest - 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 felt out of my depth, or uncomfortable. I luved our time together…In the end, we had to take a step back. It was all too strenuous and it was messing with my head. I still miss him of course, but I’m also young and I need to get out there and begin 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. converse 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, blond and highly strong and he has this exceptionally gorgeous Southern drawl. He’s wildly practical in a really cool way. He can get a fire going with the dampest leaves, open cans of food with stones, lasso something from twelve soles away. I often 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 look which made my head spin. It was the same sort of look which Scoutmaster Wheeler used to give me when he was perceiving horny and dreamed 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 demonstrate me how to suspend a hammock. For the record, it’s a series of way-too-complicated nodes that I’m never going to remember, but he seemed sated with me.And then, just like that, it all of a sudden punched off. To be honest, it’s all a bit of a dream-like blur. Our eyes met, he got a lil closer toward me, and then we were making out. I recall 2 thoughts occurring to me. The highly first was how remarkably gentle his lips were. I could have smooched him forever. And the other was how awesome he smelled! We’d just spent about an hour relocating bits of canvas and rope thru a forest and yet he smelt so new and clean… and masculine.The next thing I knew, he was pushing my pants down and running his huge, studly hands over my rock stiff penis. We weren’t that far away from camp, so I was attempting to keep really quiet, but everything he did seemed to make me choke uncontrollably.I recall him pulling down to his knees and flinging his hat off so that he could suck my dick more effectively. I then recall looking down and watching him perving up at me, nearly as tho he were looking for my approval, and I thought how exceptionally red-hot that was.I was astonished by the size of his dick and the way that it sort of curved upwards. It tasted so supreme and felt so stiff in my mouth, like a big, veiny block of marble. My breath-taking wish was to make an impression him. I dreamed to give him the hottest head of his life…He shoveled me against the monstrous tree which we’d fastened the hammock to and arched down, using his tongue to get me prepared for penetration. I have absolutely no clue what he was doing down there, but it nearly made me cum on the spot. At one point I felt like flaps of unspoiled gusto were spinning up and down my body.Then he stood, unbuckled his shirt, unveiled the seriously gorgeous rug on his pecs and told me to get in the hammock. I recall wondering if he’d taken me into the forest to demonstrate me how to attach a hammock to a tree purely so he could poke me in it, or whether he was just going with the flow. I kinda liked the highly first thought, but both were red-hot as hell.He got me placed in it so that I was on my back with my arse dangling over the edge, seemingly at exactly the right height for his dick, which surely wasn’t a coincidence.He was undoubtedly inwards my arse pretty darned quick, and, lemme tell you, his beef whistle felt so good. My crevasse simply spread for him. I felt like I’d gone to heaven, just perving up at him as he nailed 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 rolled my socks off. It sounds so innocuous, but it was so seductive and intimate, particularly when he gave my nude sole a tender lil kiss.I fapped myself throughout. I just needed to fumble myself on the outside because my depths were being pawed 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 pace and I assumed he was attempting to stop himself from cumming, but it was all too much and I all of a sudden felt the semen rising from deep within my figure and then frenziedly flying out of the peak of my penis.He stayed inwards me later and smooched me so terrifically - like I was his off the hook boy. And I knew, right then, that something awesome had just begun...
I guess you could say that my sexual initiation came at the hands of Scoutmaster Wheeler. For a while, back in the early summer, we couldn’t get enough of each other. He was my highly first and he took his role exceptionally seriously, instructing me everything I needed to know about fuck-fest - 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 felt out of my depth, or uncomfortable. I luved our time together…In the end, we had to take a step back. It was all too strenuous and it was messing with my head. I still miss him of course, but I’m also young and I need to get out there and begin 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. converse 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, blond and highly strong and he has this exceptionally gorgeous Southern drawl. He’s wildly practical in a really cool way. He can get a fire going with the dampest leaves, open cans of food with stones, lasso something from twelve soles away. I often 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 look which made my head spin. It was the same sort of look which Scoutmaster Wheeler used to give me when he was perceiving horny and dreamed 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 demonstrate me how to suspend a hammock. For the record, it’s a series of way-too-complicated nodes that I’m never going to remember, but he seemed sated with me.And then, just like that, it all of a sudden punched off. To be honest, it’s all a bit of a dream-like blur. Our eyes met, he got a lil closer toward me, and then we were making out. I recall 2 thoughts occurring to me. The highly first was how remarkably gentle his lips were. I could have smooched him forever. And the other was how awesome he smelled! We’d just spent about an hour relocating bits of canvas and rope thru a forest and yet he smelt so new and clean… and masculine.The next thing I knew, he was pushing my pants down and running his huge, studly hands over my rock stiff penis. We weren’t that far away from camp, so I was attempting to keep really quiet, but everything he did seemed to make me choke uncontrollably.I recall him pulling down to his knees and flinging his hat off so that he could suck my dick more effectively. I then recall looking down and watching him perving up at me, nearly as tho he were looking for my approval, and I thought how exceptionally red-hot that was.I was astonished by the size of his dick and the way that it sort of curved upwards. It tasted so supreme and felt so stiff in my mouth, like a big, veiny block of marble. My breath-taking wish was to make an impression him. I dreamed to give him the hottest head of his life…He shoveled me against the monstrous tree which we’d fastened the hammock to and arched down, using his tongue to get me prepared for penetration. I have absolutely no clue what he was doing down there, but it nearly made me cum on the spot. At one point I felt like flaps of unspoiled gusto were spinning up and down my body.Then he stood, unbuckled his shirt, unveiled the seriously gorgeous rug on his pecs and told me to get in the hammock. I recall wondering if he’d taken me into the forest to demonstrate me how to attach a hammock to a tree purely so he could poke me in it, or whether he was just going with the flow. I kinda liked the highly first thought, but both were red-hot as hell.He got me placed in it so that I was on my back with my arse dangling over the edge, seemingly at exactly the right height for his dick, which surely wasn’t a coincidence.He was undoubtedly inwards my arse pretty darned quick, and, lemme tell you, his beef whistle felt so good. My crevasse simply spread for him. I felt like I’d gone to heaven, just perving up at him as he nailed 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 rolled my socks off. It sounds so innocuous, but it was so seductive and intimate, particularly when he gave my nude sole a tender lil kiss.I fapped myself throughout. I just needed to fumble myself on the outside because my depths were being pawed 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 pace and I assumed he was attempting to stop himself from cumming, but it was all too much and I all of a sudden felt the semen rising from deep within my figure and then frenziedly flying out of the peak of my penis.He stayed inwards me later and smooched me so terrifically - like I was his off the hook boy. And I knew, right then, that something awesome had just begun...
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