Scout Ethan Chapter 6: The Trail

I dunno what’s gotten into me. Ever since my dalliance with young Scout Cole, I’ve been struggling to stay focussed. I’m a Scoutmaster. I became a Scoutmaster to teach young men how to be the best versions of themselves. I did not sign up to be sexually distracted by anything with a cute ass in a tight pair of shorts. And yet, here I am... That said, for some weeks now I’ve been fairly successful in managing to avoid temptation. I’ve kept out of Scout Cole’s way, although God knows the looks he’s been shooting me have been very difficult to ignore. I thought I might be on safer ground with Scout Ethan. He’s a very sensible boy with a strong work ethic. Taking him out on a trail gave me an opportunity to impart the more appropriate type of knowledge to a Scout. And all went very well… at least at first. The boy has an incredible understanding of forest ecosystems and he lapped up everything I cared to share about surviving in the wild. A couple of miles away from base camp he started acting a bit weird, however. I’d noticed him holding eye contact with me for increasing periods of time, but he’d invariably end up blushing and looking away. When I told him we were almost home, he stopped in his tracks, plainly plucking up the courage to say something he’d been trying to say for some time. In the end he just came out with it. I can’t quite remember the wording, but the implication was that he wanted the two of us to hang out for a little longer. I instantly felt my face burning up. I wasn’t entirely sure what he was trying to say. Surely he wasn’t coming on to me? That would have been a staggeringly bold move for a guy his age in this sort of situation. I didn’t want to embarrass him or insult him by asking what the fuck he was talking about, so I said “sure” as breezily as possible, slipping my backpack off my shoulders and leaning it against a tree. He suddenly seemed incredibly nervous, which made me almost convinced that instead of asking if I wanted to hang out, he was actually inviting me to make out. Of course, a million warning bells instantly went off in my brain. You’re here to teach the boys how to be good Scouts, not good lovers. But then I took one look into his beautiful blue eyes… and knew that resistance was futile. I gently took his hand and pulled him towards me. Within seconds his soft, pink lips were pressed against mine and the two of us were kissing passionately. My hands rapidly started to explore his body. He was tall and smooth without an inch of fat on him and his ass felt real pert through his shorts. He was a wonderful kisser; on the one hand incredibly tender, but you could also tell that something a great deal naughtier was raging inside him. Plainly, this was not his first experience with a man. The knowledge that I wasn’t dealing with a virgin made me push things further than I might otherwise have done, so as he ran the palm of his hand hungrily up and down the bulge in my pants, I’d already decided that I was gonna fuck him, right there in the undergrowth. And lemme tell ya; the boy made it absolutely clear that he was up for it. He pushed me against a tree and immediately started to undress me, unzipping my shirt and pushing down my pants before falling to his knees to worship my dick. He had my big cock out of my underwear and into his mouth at lightning speed. This young Scoutboy sure knows how to give great head; the boy was almost swallowing me whole! I looked down at him, delighted by the sight of his eyes bulging as he took my huge mushroom head deep into his tight little throat. The sound of a woodpecker drilling his beak into a branch made me realise that I needed to fuck. I turned Scout Ethan to face the tree and pulled his shorts down. He arched his back, presenting his smooth, round butt for oral inspection while whimpering in anticipation. I had my tongue inside his hole pretty darned quick and he pushed himself into me expectantly. I had to get inside him. This boy was gonna take it raw and hard. I stood behind him and started to push my meat into his ass. He was way tighter than I’d expected and I immediately began to wonder whether he was as experienced as his bravado suggested. It took me the longest time to get my daddy dick inside him and, judging by the gasping, the teeth-gritting and the uncontrollable twitching, he was struggling to take me. I held it inside him real still, just long enough for him to want me to continue, before starting to slide in and out. I kicked things off slowly and gently. The boy’s ass felt great wrapped around my dick. I’ve seldom fucked anything so profoundly satisfying. There was something epic about doing him in the open air, pushing his face against the tree while I pleasured myself inside him. Natural setting. Natural sex. I imagined a mirror in front of us. I wanted to see how good I looked; my bulky thighs providing the power, my stomach muscles rippling, my tanned dick deep inside his peachy-pale ass. He was becoming my fuck toy. Mine whenever and wherever I goddamn wanted to fill him up. I started to go harder and faster, well, faster by my standards. When it comes to sex, I always take my time. I just ground in and out with more and more intensity. I fucked the cum out of him, because he suddenly started shooting all over the place, spattering spunk over the bark of the tree in front of him and onto the mulch on the forest floor. I couldn’t bring myself to do the gentlemanly thing and pull out, so I kept fucking him as the last remnants of semen dripped from the tip of his dick. He asked if I was gonna cum in him. The question was utterly redundant. Of course I fucking was. A few extra hard thrusts and I was exploding deep inside him, coating his insides with my thick juices until every last drop had entered him and the boy was 100% mine.