Display Of Skill | SCOUT LOGAN | Chapter 9

I know my boy’s been messing about with some of the other scoutmasters. It doesn’t take a fool to see the signs. I mean, sure, he may think all of that sneaking off into the forest is going unnoticed, but my task is, and always has been, to look out for him. I think it was probably a little difficult for him when I joined this troop as a scoutmaster. I never wanted it to feel like I was cramping his style and I told him at the time that I had no intention of getting in the way of him having fun. I have stayed true to my word, but let me tell you, that particular vow has seen me turning a blind eye way more often than I was expecting, and it is sometimes a little galling to see him creeping off with the likes of Scoutmasters Patrick and Tides. They are, after all, a pair of total horndogs who’ll fuck anything that stands still. That said, Logan has to make mistakes if he’s to find his own path in this world, and with every mistake, an opportunity for growth presents itself. Does the thought of him being seduced by another man just occasionally turn me on? Well, I’d be lying if I said it didn’t…

I found him yesterday, out in the woods, practicing tying knots. To be honest, he’s always been fairly uncoordinated and that sort of thing is way out of his wheelhouse. I watched him from a distance getting increasingly frustrated as he tried to tie the same knot over and over again. After a while it felt cruel not to intervene, so I wandered over to him and told him that losing his cool over a piece of rope was energy wasted! Some people just can’t tie complicated knots and their lives are no less fulfilling as a result. Of course that just made him all the more determined to get it right but I’d said my piece and I’d distracted him for long enough to break the fruitless pattern of repetition that he’d gotten himself into.

He may have been in a state, but there was something a little arousing about how worked up he was getting. He was sweating profusely and his face was bright red. He needed a release of some sort and he needed it fast. It struck me that I could either challenge him to climb a tree or shove my tongue straight down his throat and after about a second’s thought I chose the latter!

It’s been a while since we made out. I’ve consciously taken a step back from physical intimacy of late to allow him to find his own way. There was something remarkable about returning to him, however. It’s a sort of bizarre primordial instinct. We fit together perfectly. There’s not an inch of his flesh that I don’t know and love. Sure, if I allow myself to think too hard about the crazy, eccentric relationship which we’ve somehow gotten ourselves into, I can send myself off into all sorts of dark places, but equally, I know that what we have feels right for us both, and going cold turkey right now would be a disaster all round.

His lips felt so good pressed against mine. He knows what gets me hard and I can send him into a state of pure ecstasy within seconds of touching him. Nipples are a big thing for us both. I immediately had him up against a tree with his shirt ripped wide open so that I could get my lips around them. Having his nipples gently bitten and tickled instantly gets him into a total frenzy. I could feel his dick twitching and then throbbing in his shorts as I brought my hand down between his legs. I’m not quite sure what got into me, I must have been feeling dominant or something, but I suddenly felt the urge to lift him completely off his feet to kiss him. He gasped in shock as his feet suddenly left the ground before kissing me with absolute fire in his eyes and loins, instantly submitting fully to my greater power.

I’ll not lie; I was desperate to fuck him. I opened my shirt and got him twisting and sucking my nipples in the way he knows tips me over the edge. I pushed his hand down to the bulge in my jeans. We didn’t have long and he needed to know that I wanted to go the whole distance. I squatted down and rapidly unbuckled his belt. It’s a belt my old man gave to me and one I passed onto him when he joined the elite scouts. Seeing it wrapped around his beautiful waist always gives me a thrill. I defiantly pushed his shorts and underpants to the ground before getting to work on his dick, flinging my hat off in the process.

I will, of course, never ever get tired of sucking Logan’s beautiful dick, but there wasn’t enough time to give it the attention it deserved. I immediately spun him around and began to kiss his butt cheeks, very much getting off on the whimpers of pure sexual delight which drifted from his mouth as I pushed, first my tongue, and then one of my big thick fingers, deep into his hole, telling him repeatedly to relax, telling him what a good boy he was, making sure that the middle digit was right up inside him, dancing against his prostate and causing him to whelp like a puppy.

I stood up. My dick was ready to explode and it needed urgent attention. He turned his head to look at it with some degree of trepidation as I pushed my jeans down, resisting the urge to pointedly ask him if Scoutmaster Patrick had been gentle or rough with him. I’d been spewing pre-cum for what felt like days and the promise of action had pretty much meant that my underpants were soaked through by the time I pushed them down. My dick jumped out like a wild animal being released from a trap and within seconds I had it pressed against his tight little hole.

I wrapped my arms around his skinny little chest and sunk my dick into his stomach. I instantly felt the most extraordinary sensation of coming home. A sense of intense belonging coupled with the most extraordinary feeling of desire merged with pride. He’s a good boy. A brave boy. A beautiful boy.

I felt another rush of naughtiness, and within seconds had picked him up - clean into the air, and was thrusting his entire body up and down on my dick like a giant fleshlight. It took a lot of muscle power and it certainly wasn’t destined to last long, but it was genuinely one of the most exciting positions I’ve ever banged a boy in. Logan was shocked into silence. I don’t think he could believe what was happening to him.

I let him gently fall to the ground and we kicked off our shoes. Then I picked him up again, this time with him facing me and his legs wrapped around my waist. I fucked him for some time like that, his mouth pressed against mine, his hot, lustful breath filling my lungs.

I turned him around and took him from behind, rutting him like some sort of stag in heat as he gasped and groaned, unable to comprehend quite how much I wanted him and how hard and deep I needed to fuck him. I varied the pace of my strokes, at one moment penetrating him imperceptibly slowly, before speeding up and going deeper and deeper with every thrust. He grabbed his hard dick and started to jerk himself off. We knew at that moment that we were both close.

He went up on tip toes as the watery strings of semen flew out of his dick and onto the forest floor. I continued to bang him. I wanted to leave my load inside him. I wanted to ensure that it would slowly drip out of him as we sat with the others around the camp fire that evening. I wanted to be engulfed by the sexy stench of stale semen as I toasted s’mores with him. I came hard and deep, pumping jets of jizz right into his guts, daring myself to imagine the smug look on Scoutmaster Patrick’s handsome face as he had his wicked way with the boy, knowing that so many kinky adventures with him were still around the corner.