Pitching A Tent | SCOUT LOGAN | Chapter 8

Scoutmaster Patrick and I haven’t been able to stop talking about our little tryst with young Logan. It really was one of those fantastical ideas which has no right to even become reality, but ends up going entirely the way we planned. It was, without a doubt, one of the most insanely exciting sexual encounters of my life.

Of course, every time I so much as looked at Logan since then, my dick had stiffened uncontrollably, remembering the tightness of his hole and the incredible softness of his lips. I’d managed to convince myself that what had happened was a definite one time experience. These moments of perfection are often best left as single, golden memories. But desire is a powerful beast, and, the more I tried to avoid the temptation of Logan, the more it became almost impossible not to cave into my urges.

A moment presented itself as soon as the troop arrived in the woods for our latest expedition. Logan, as usual, was more meticulous than the other scouts when it came to pitching his tent, and he was still fiddling with it when everyone else was ready to head down to the lake. I told the other scoutmasters I’d hang around and bring Logan down once he was done. The moment they left us alone, however, I felt my dick starting to throb and I soon realised that I was pumping endless rounds of pre-cum into my underpants. The sight of the scout in his sexy shorts diligently setting up his tent was overwhelmingly potent, and the knowledge that I was alone with him sent me hurtling over the edge.

As soon as he was done, I sidled over and stood real close, making small talk and telling him what a great job he’d done until it was clear we were both on the same wavelength. It all happened very quickly. It was like a switch had been flicked. His face flushed red and his eyes suddenly lit up with sexual intent. Moments later, he reached his hand out towards me, and nervously ran the back of his finger over the bulge in my uniform pants. It was game on.

I pulled him into my arms and his beautiful lips instantly melted into mine. We kissed passionately and hungrily. When sex has been that good in a previous encounter, all sorts of muscle memories are triggered, so we pretty speedily found our groove.

We were soon inside the tent, eagerly removing each other’s clothes. We had half an hour tops before our presence would be missed down by the lake, so we needed to move rapidly. He was rock hard inside his shorts and the huge bulge between his legs was a stunningly tantalizing sight. All of his awkward boyishness was melting away and replaced by a wanton, sexual creature who needed this encounter as much as I did. His kisses became dirtier and filled with intent. He plainly wanted my raw dick slamming inside his pert little body as soon as he could get it.

He flung open my pants and impatiently wrapped his lust-laden lips around my nine-inch tool, first through the fabric of my underpants and then skin on skin. I’d forgotten quite how good it felt to have young Logan give me head. It was the perfect blend of suction and saliva and it made me gasp out loud. Scoutmaster Patrick has certainly trained the boy well. If only there were a badge for sexual deviance! Mind you, I could name a few other boys in the troop who’d probably ace that particular award…

I had him on all fours as soon as I could, and swiftly got my tongue lodged deep inside his tight little ass, teasing him until his hole began to open up for me. Then, just like that, I rolled him onto his back and sank my huge, iron-hard dick deep into his trembling body. The look of concentration on his face as he tried to stay calm and relaxed was a huge turn on. The way his eyes widened every time I pushed my hard cock into him was erotic beyond words. I could tell that he was teetering on the precipice between pain and deep pleasure and I know from experience what a remarkable place that can be. I held onto his neckerchief and started to pound him real deep, at the same time grabbing a hold of his cum-dripping penis and jerking it hard until he started to gasp and grunt helplessly.

We switched things up and I started to fuck him on all fours. The position allowed me to get even deeper inside him to the extent that he kept putting his hand on my thigh to steady the intensity of my strokes. He soon got used to the sensation however, and I was soon balls-deep inside him, using every muscle in my body to pound him with maximum force.

Going full tilt like that isn’t something which is sustainable and I could feel the semen prickling in my balls, ready to take me over the edge. A few super-hard thrusts was all it took to blast me past the point of no return. I pulled out and instantly sprayed a massive load onto the small of his back. It flew out of me in a single, giant spurt and turned me on so much that I immediately pushed myself back into him to allow the rest of my semen to sink into his body. It was every bit as good as the first time around. Perhaps better. Proof positive that it’s not always advisable to suppress a powerful sexual urge.