First Aid | SCOUT SERG | Chapter 4

I saw the look of smug satisfaction on Scoutmaster Snow’s face when he returned from a “hike” in the woods with Scout Serg; The stains all over their disheveled uniforms was a giveaway. It was all Scoutmaster Snow could do to keep his grubby hands to himself for the rest of the trip and Scout Serg pretty much blushed every time he looked at the Scoutmaster. The sight had a profound effect on me. Watching their bonera almost constantly throbbing in their uniform pants was almost too much to bear; I couldn’t think about much else after we’d returned to civilization.

I was quite relieved to discover that Scoutmaster Snow couldn’t make it to the troop’s most recent expedition into the wilderness. I wasn’t sure I’d have been able to cope with the two of them cooing and sighing and then slippin’ away to fuck like rabbits. I decided to take Scout Serg under my wing—purely for altruistic reasons, you understand.

Anyway, I spent a few days getting to know him and he’s a very intelligent and impressive young man. Of course, it wasn’t long before I started subtly flirting with him, you know, just to see if there was a glimmer of interest coming back at me. Which there was. Before long, he was shooting me the most intense, lust-filled looks, flushing red every time I held his gaze.

If you’re gonna bang a Scoutboy on a camping trip, you gotta seize the moment as soon as it presents itself. And on day three, that moment was delivered on a golden platter. The boys were all given a choice either of going swimming in the lake, or learning first aid. To be frank, I wasn’t sure anyone would opt for the latter on what had turned out to be pretty much the hottest day of the year, but Scout Serg is a singular young man and so I guess if anyone was gonna take the geeky option, it was him. I suspect the other Scoutmasters were quite relieved when I “selflessly” said I’d be more than happy to remain on the campsite to teach him a few basic skills while the rest of them hot-footed it to the other side of the woods. And, just like that, we were alone.

I wasted no time whatsoever. There’s always the chance that some fool will return to camp after getting lost on the journey over, or discovering some hitherto unknown primeval fear of open water. It had rained in the morning but the sun was really hot, so the moisture was burning off and making everything humid. I took Scout Serg to my tent and went through the motions of teaching him some pretty crude first aid. We went through the old cut-on-the-arm scenario because, well, it was pretty much all I could remember in the heat of the moment. Besides, it involves a degree of intimacy which I figured might come in useful.

Of course, the moment I started to run my hands over his arm, his entire demeanor changed. His words started to fail him, he began to blush and he could barely look me in the eye. Moments later, we were locked in a passionate embrace, kissing with intensity. His lips were soft and full. The experience was remarkably pleasurable—and incredibly addictive.

We started to undress each other. It felt like time had stopped. We could savor every moment. And man, when he exposed his well-defined chest for the first time, I was filled with a rush of pure excitement. The sight of my dark, tanned skin pressing against his pale, innocent flesh was, for some unknown reason, one of the most erotic things I’ve ever experienced. I guess it was the contrast and the contradiction of everything and the fact that his heart was pounding like crazy, desperate to take things to the next level.

I couldn’t hold back any longer and pushed him onto his knees, pulling down his shorts and his spotlessly-laundered underpants to expose the most beautiful, tight hole, which I immediately invaded with my tongue. The boy tasted so sweet.

Within minutes, I was naked from the waist down. The well-trained Scoutboy immediately got to work sucking on my big dick like his life depended on it. He ran his tongue up and down the shaft, getting it deep into his mouth. The boy was certainly no novice when it came to dick sucking. In fact he was a total master! My head was spinning.

He got all dominant for a few seconds, pushing me onto my back, before turning around, squatting with his back to me and lowering himself down onto my dick. He rode it like a pro, squeezing every inch with his well-defined ass muscles and grinding till I was in some sort of sexed-up trance, unable to do anything other than lie there being pleasured. He picked up the pace and I basically felt like I’d died and gone to heaven.

Then he turned around and lowered himself onto me again, staring into my eyes as his hole slowly sucked the semen out of me. Seconds later he was panting and yelling as white sticky stuff flew out of his dick in all directions. He continued to ride me long after he’d shot, his dick still rock-hard and sliding through the giant pool of semen he’d deposited on my stomach. I contemplated shooting a load inside him, but pulled out just at the last moment, jerking myself into oblivion, the sweat pouring down my forehead like Niagara Falls. Then he guided my dick back into him again and continued to ride it until the cum was squelching inside him… and I was utterly hooked.