Reinforcing Protocols | SCOUT CANYON | Chapter 2

I found him wandering off into the woods by himself. There’s some concern among the Scoutmasters that young Canyon is a little too easily distracted. He’s definitely a daydreamer of epic proportions who fairly regularly seems lost in his thoughts, which means it’s hard to know whether he’s taken information on board. Boys like Canyon can be something of a liability within the troop, because it’s not clear if they even understand the fundamentals of scouting. A boy will only remain safe if he’s able to recognise danger.

Fortunately, on this occasion, no harm was done. He hadn’t strayed too far away from the camp and I was able to stop him and remind him of the rules before he got lost or abducted or attacked. Telling him off, of course, was like kicking a puppy. The look on his face made my heart melt. Obviously I told him that he wasn’t in big trouble, that it was simply a matter of protocol and that I couldn’t allow him to continue on his own. There was a silence, which I expected to be filled by him agreeing to go back to the camp, but instead he just stood there, staring at me, his face changing from a look of guilt and embarrassment to one that I couldn’t quite put my finger on...

And in that split second, everything changed. He was staring at me, somewhat searchingly, his big blue eyes like pools of glacial ice boring into my soul. It struck me, right there and then, that I’d seldom laid eyes on a more handsome young man, and furthermore, that the look he was giving me was laden with sexual intent.

I told him I’d walk with him for a bit, terrified of myself - terrified of what would happen if we went further into the woods, but somehow unable to stop myself from pressing the self-destruct button.

We walked in silence, my dick swelling with every step until it was uncomfortably straining at the tight canvas fabric of my uniform pants. We reached a tree and I suggested we take a little break. Words instantly failed me. When all you want to tell a boy is that you need to shove your dick into his pretty little mouth, it’s hard to make small talk. He said he was glad that I’d joined him on the walk. His come-to-bed eyes were fixed unwaveringly on me as I walked towards him. It was as though the two of us were being pulled together by some unknown magnetic force - the same force which inexplicably pulled my hands onto his body and his beautiful soft lips into mine.

We kissed with extreme tenderness. It was a remarkably romantic moment. A moment of deep profundity. I’m quite sure my mustache tickled the heck out of his top lip, but he seemed utterly engrossed in what we were doing and, what’s more, taking everything incredibly seriously. I found myself slowly unbuttoning his shirt and exposing his pale, smooth, well-defined, chest and stomach. I removed my hat and pulled the boy into me with force, kissing now with much greater intensity as he ran his trembling hands over my crotch, eagerly squeezing the bulge down there. He seemed somewhat familiar with the routine. It was instantly clear to me that he’d had some experience of being with men, but there was an overarching nervousness about him which made me certain that his previous sexual encounters were limited. As he pushed my underpants down and took my dick in his hand, the look on his face made it all-too clear that he’d not held many penises before - at least not ones the size of mine!

He squatted, and took the longest time to savor the view in front of him, running his hands up and down the veiny shaft of my cock before finally daring to put it into his mouth. He sucked well. His lips glided so softly over my dick, and what he lacked in deep-throating ability, he certainly made up for in suction. I was soon gasping, unsure as to whether I was more turned on by the sensation of what he was doing with his mouth and tongue, or the sight of that stunning boy performing oral tricks on me. He was focussed and committed. The next time he starts daydreaming while we’re trying to teach him something important, I may well have to subtly remind him how razor-sharp focussed he was when it came to pleasuring an older man!

I turned him to face the tree and slowly peeled his shorts down, steadily revealing his peachy bubble butt. It felt like unwrapping a much-anticipated Christmas gift; one that’s even better in the flesh than you could ever have imagined. I got onto my knees and started to eat him out - real slow and tender - periodically checking in with his face to see how he was doing. The boy was certainly no virgin. He was arching his back and throwing his head back in great delight, grinning from ear to ear while moaning in a state of supreme arousal. He wanted my dick inside him as soon as he could get it and he certainly wasn’t playing hard to get.

I stood up and fed all nine inches of my thick, raw, spit-covered dick into his tight little hole from behind. It made him gasp and grimace. It felt like my dick was in some sort of vice. I have never been gripped by so many internal muscles at once! I spread my legs real wide to get some decent thrust and started to fuck him hard. His gritted teeth gradually turned into a smile of total delight. I pulled out at one point and figured I’d already squirted a few teaspoons of thick pre-cum inside him which dripped out like pure nectar.

He grabbed his dick and started to moan and gasp real quietly. He was in a state of high arousal and his pleasure was turning me on immensely. I went harder and faster, ramping up the energy of my thrusts with every stroke. His dick was rock hard and standing proud in front of him. I grabbed it and jerked it as I thrust deeper and deeper. I realized that we were feeling like one being. It was almost as though I were jerking my own cock. His ass gripped my dick as tightly as my fist was gripping his and the whole thing became very surreal indeed.

I put my hands around his chest and scooped him into me and he immediately started to jerk his own dick, hurtling wildly towards the point of no return, periodically letting go of his dick to avoid shooting there and then, his entire body twitching and edging.

Eventually the inevitable happened. First I felt his ass muscles clamping and then his balls shaking - and then strings of pure white semen shot from the tip of his dick, spraying all over the tree in front of him and onto the forest floor. The sensation immediately pushed me over the edge and I came inside him even before he’d stopped squirting, filling him with countless ropes of my precious juices. It doesn’t get any better than that. Genuinely. I may just have to encourage him to wander off into the woods again.