Cooling Off | Scout Zac Vol. 1

As far back as I’ve had thoughts about sex, I’ve thought about older men. The smell of a nice cologne gives me a hard-on. Seeing chest hair curling out of a man’s shirt collar makes my heart brace. I don’t know why. Maybe because my stepdad was never very close to me. Or maybe because my stepuncle, who’s only 10 years older than me, was like my big brother / best friend for several years. I don’t know. I’m not even sure that I’m gay. I mean, I guess I am ‘cause I like guys. But I don’t care much about guys my age.

I guess if I let myself think about it, I would have said Scoutmaster Snow was hot. Who am I kidding? He’s practically incendiary! He’s one of the men that I tried not to think about because I would get a crush on him, and end up hurting myself. No. Best to just not go there. I thought he was probably straight, anyway. I mean there was no reason to think he was anything else. Even if he was gay, I was just a kid who hadn’t done much of anything except kiss. My stepuncle taught me that. It didn’t seem weird when we did but now I wonder. He’s moved across the country, though. That’s not the kind of thing you bring up on Facetime. “Stepuncle Jake, when you were teaching me how to kiss, did you really want to fuck me? My scoutmaster did and I really like it so if you ever want to…” No! I don’t think so. But if he did want to…

So, yeah. I had never let myself think about having sex with Scoutmaster Snow. Well, almost never. Mostly when I think about older men it’s not as much the idea of having their cock inside me as much as their strong arms around me, their facial hair tickling when we kiss. The musky smell of their body. So Scoutmaster Snow did my pledge ceremony. When it was done, I don’t know, there was just this feeling that we were not done. But it was like neither one of us knew what to do next. Somehow, almost before I knew what was happening, I was on my knees with Scoutmaster Snow’s cock in my mouth. It’s huge! It almost didn’t fit. Then he bent me over his desk and put his face between my butt cheeks. I mean, I never even knew guys did that! It was incredible, though. After that, he popped my cherry and fucked me, and shot his cum into my guts. Really deep. He’s huge!

After that day, though, there was nothing. I mean, he was friendly. He would put his hand on my shoulder, ask me how I was doing. Every time he did it, I would feel it for hours, like it was branded into my skin. But he never flirted. Never said anything about what we did. I didn't know what to think. Several of the other scoutmasters tried to flirt, I think, but I just ignored it. It’s not that they aren’t good looking, and nice. I guess I just felt hurt the way Scoutmaster Snow just sort of used me. I went hiking with Scoutmaster Xavier and I let him fuck me. It was even better knowing how to relax and enjoy it.

Yesterday, though, I ran into Scoutmaster Snow coming back from a hike. He was hot and sweaty and drinking the last of the water from his canteen. We were like, face to face. I just stood there. Wanting to, I don’t know, kiss him, or yell at him, or… something. I’m just a scout, though. I can’t do any of those things. I guess he was feeling something, too, though, because suddenly he reached out and grabbed my neckerchief. He pulled me up against his body and kissed me. Hard! I could smell his sweat. I just went limp. I could barely stay standing up.

He didn’t say anything, just led me to his tent. He didn’t need to say anything, but I was almost afraid I was suddenly going to wake up alone in my sleeping bag. It was real, though. Just like before, I sucked his cock until he couldn’t stand it anymore, then he ate my hole. Finally, it was time for him to fuck me. It hurt going in but not as bad as the first time. I kept having flashbacks, though. The way he fits inside of me is totally different from Scoutmaster Xavier. He just feels so right! Maybe it’s because he was the first. I don’t know.

We were together again, that's all that mattered. He was staring into my eyes with his eyes like blue lasers looking all the way into my soul. I hope he could see how much I cared about him. His fat cock was thrusting deep into my body, over and over. He layed down on his back and I straddled his waist, but he kept fucking. He jacked my cock and licked the precum off. That was almost too much. I was happy just having him inside me again.

I tried to squeeze my hole tight. I think that’s what men like. I couldn’t though. I just want to spread my legs and let him fuck me as hard and deep as he wanted and fill me up with his cum! I don’t think anybody else will ever make me feel like he does. Should I tell him?