SCOUT JOHNNY : Chapter 1
I can never seem to please Scoutmaster Ballard. Ever since I joined the Scouts, he’s been down on me. He basically finds fault in everything I do. I often wonder why I bother! If he can’t find anything else to criticize, he tells me off for not wearing my uniform neatly enough. It makes me sad. I’m trying so hard to get everything right, but the moment he appears, I just start to panic, and then I’m completely unable to do anything properly because I’m shaking so much. I just wanna go home!
He called me ...
He called me into his tent the other day. I thought he was going to punish me. As we walked through the woods, I started to panic, and then, as we entered, he checked to see no one had seen us going inside.
He immediately told me that I needed to practice my oath. He said he didn’t like the way that I say it. I mean, I was fairly relieved he wasn’t planning to belt me or something, but it was so humiliating. He just made me stand there with my fingers up, saying the oath again and again and again until it suddenly felt threatening and I got so scared I started jumbling up the words.
Then he stood behind me and inched closer and closer until I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck. I could feel him sort of pushing himself against me, then his hands were suddenly on my hips, and moving up onto my stomach, and into the pockets of my shorts. Then he was breathing into my ear and sort of groaning.
I was so confused. It felt… I don’t really wanna say the word. It felt sexual.
I could feel him taking his hat and glasses off and then he reached around and started to undo my shorts. My head was thumping. He kept telling me to say the oath over and over again—but he was rubbing my penis with his hand and I was getting hard!! I couldn’t tell if it was some sort of test. Was he trying to find out if I was into dudes? Was that gonna be the next reason to punish me?
Then he unzipped my shirt and I started to get a little light-headed and woozy. What he was doing definitely felt wrong, but I couldn’t stop my penis from growing. He started touching my nipples. It made me shiver and I instantly got a warm, fuzzy, tingling feeling.
I could feel his tongue behind my ear. He was licking me! Actually licking me! It should have felt really weird, but it just made me giddy. He pushed my underwear down and my penis sort of bounced out. I think I would have felt embarrassed if he hadn’t been doing that thing with his tongue, but instead I just started feeling naughty.
I don’t think I’ve ever been that hard. I turned to him slightly and asked if what we were doing was okay and he had this real serious look on his face. Then his mouth was real close to mine and suddenly we were kissing! I didn’t know what to do. I’ve never kissed someone before, so I just sort of did what he did. His lips felt cold, but his breath was warm. As we kissed, he pushed his pants down, and I could suddenly feel that his penis was hard. And then all sorts of bad thoughts were rushing through my head!
Then he knelt in front of me. I knew what he was going to do. I knew he was going to put my penis… my dick… into his mouth. I have no real words to describe how it felt. My heart was pounding but it was like there were all kinds of veins in my body that were suddenly flickering like butterflies. He must have been sucking pretty hard, because it felt like some kind of vacuum pump down there! I’ve never felt anything like it. His mouth was sort of rippling down my shaft. He was using his hands, his lips, his tongue…
He told me I had a nice big cock. He actually said those words! I don’t know if I’m any smaller or bigger than anyone else my age but I do know that it was bigger than it has ever been before.
He told me to get down on all fours and I did what he said. I was kinda shocked and kinda grossed out when he knelt behind me and shoved his tongue into my asshole! That wasn’t exactly something I was expecting, but even that felt right! In fact, it blew my mind. He was somehow making his tongue dance over my hole—and then, occasionally, he’d push it in a little way! And then I couldn’t work out how a tongue could have gotten that far inside me! He made everything down there all wet and slippery. I loved how his tongue was sliding in and out of me.
I knew he was rubbing his dick at the same time and I instinctively knew that he wanted to have sex with me. I guess I also knew that I was going to let him. I was really scared but also really excited. I’ve often imagined how it would feel. I mean, I mostly imagined it happening in a nice comfortable bed and doing it because I was actually in love with someone, but I suddenly didn’t give a shit about any of that. I wanted Scoutmaster Ballard. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to do it to me however the hell he wanted. It was like there was a magnet in my gut which wanted to pull him into me.
He didn’t ask if it was OK. I didn’t need him to. I could hear him pulling his shirt off. I hadn’t even really seen his dick, but I could feel he was lining it up against me, so I braced myself. I didn’t know what else to do. And then I could feel it pushing inside me. It took my breath away. It was agonizing and yet simultaneously almost ecstatic. It was nothing like I’d imagined. It was far more intense. He really didn’t give me any time at all to get used to it before he started to thrust it in and out. I had to focus real hard to stop the pain, but at the same time, I didn’t want it to end.
I wanted his dick more and more. I wanted it to go harder and harder inside me. I wanted to be his fuck toy. I didn’t care about the pain. The pain was good. The pain made me his. He told me to tell him to go deeper. Then he told me to say it again—just like he did when I was doing my oath. At that moment, I realised he was imagining doing this to me when we were doing that!
He made me lie on my back and for the first time I could see his face. He didn’t look angry or sarcastic like usual. He looked like he wanted me. He pushed his dick back into me and it felt even more intense. Looking into his eyes. Imagining the future…
I grabbed my own cock and started playing with it. Everything about that moment felt good. He was hunched over me, breathing heavily and my balls were tightening. He told me he wanted to see me cum. I didn’t want to cum because I didn’t want it to be over, but I could feel the cum rising and I couldn’t seem to do anything but keep jerking.
He opened his mouth, like he was getting close. He was so far inside me. And then suddenly I was shooting. I could feel it bursting up the shaft and when it came out, there was so much more of it than I’m used to. It went right up to my chin! I didn’t think it was going to stop.
He scooped up some of my spunk, then spat into his hand, pulled out of me and rubbed the mixture of jizz and spit onto his dick. He stared down at me as he jerked his thick, beautiful cock and seconds later the spunk was coming out of him and rolling down his shaft and onto my belly. He actually stopped jerking before he came, and took his hand away from his dick, so I could see it all bursting out.
Then he lent over me and kissed me. Really passionately. Really… I dunno… gently, caring, I suppose. Like I was his lover. And then he smiled. And I realised it was the first time I’d ever seen Scoutmaster Ballard smiling!!