Scout Milo Chapter 2: Pitch a Tent

I’d heard the whispered stories that happened after dark around the campfire. One of the younger scouts, Milo, had lost his virginity to Scoutmaster Saint. Since then, Milo’s attention has been on someone else: me. Leading a troop of hormonal boys naturally has its challenges, but most of the time, that primal energy can be harnessed and channeled into other, more focused and productive ventures: like going out into the vast wilderness of a dense pinewood forest and learning how to erect a campsite. I had casually asked if Scout Milo thought he might take a day hike- just him and I. The young trooper beamed with pure excitement. And when the day arrived to set out, Milo was ready at the crack of dawn and I couldn’t help but notice he was wearing some very ‘form-fitting’ cargo shorts. Once we found the perfect site to set up camp, Milo eagerly insisted that the very first thing we do is pitch the two person tent and take a short rest. I thought the idea was a fine one and we began to set the tent up together, Milo watching my every move- the boy carefully following my lead. For my own part, it took everything I had not to stare as I could plainly see the outline of his penis pressing against the fabric of his short-shorts. Before long, Milo and I had the tent set up. Milo immediately hopped into the tent and waited for me to join him. I sat down next to Milo and asked if he liked the tent experience so far. The boy gave a noncommittal shrug and candidly announced his preference to stay in a cabin. I chuckled and pointed out that a person could do much more in a tent than he might think. I simply suggested that Milo and I could do anything that he wanted. “Really”? He asked, genuinely amazed. And in the next moment, Milo touched my leg, leaned up and kissed me. After that, everything subsequently happened so fast. We had quickly moved from casual kisses to full on making out. Then my pants came off. Milo couldn’t help but stare- my mammoth cock had the boy captivated; so I let him play with it. I had no intention of hurrying him. We had nothing but time. Just Milo and I all alone in the woods. And I had hot and dirty ideas, you can bet. In the meantime, Milo giggled and hooted as he stroked my now cannon-sized, fully erect daddy dick. The wide-eyed, giddy lad looked up at me as he stroked with a sweet, needful energy only cute horny little scouts seem to have. Milo tenderly kissed up and down my thick shaft, making sure to run his lips and the tip of his tongue along my ball sack as well. Long, syrupy strands of twink precum oozed copiously from Milo’s stimulated, pulsating, slick cockhead. Just the sight caused my own cockhead to twitch. Meanwhile, Milo cooed and cried out with each generous swipe of my tongue on his sweet, hairless boy hole. The intoxicating rush of the cool, woodland breeze mixed with the primal scent of fresh, young scout boy had me deeply in heat. Milo’s dime-sized hole seemed an unlikely orifice to be penetrated by a nearly ten inch penis- but I was determined to fuck him. By the look on the horny boy’s face- Milo wanted and needed our hot consummation just as much as I did. So I pressed my thick, pulsating cockhead against the hairless beauty’s tiny hole. My own precum leaked profusely and I loved the sound of Milo’s moans as I rubbed the natural daddy lube against his hole- which, to my delight, was starting to give a little. Milo moaned even louder as I slowly pushed further and further inside him, I was stunned by how it appeared as though- just maybe- the boy might be able to take the whole thing.