Sneaking Off | SCOUT MIKE | Chapter 2

They say forbidden fruit tastes so much sweeter. I discovered this particular universal truth a few months ago when I broke pretty much every rule in the book by making out with Scout Noah.

I can’t begin to explain or justify why or how what happened happened. One moment I was overseeing his inauguration into the Elite Scouts, the next I was relieving him of his virginity. Of course I spent the longest time afterwards feeling utterly engulfed by sensations of crippling guilt. But that guilt was soon replaced by excitement as I remembered the details of our encounter; the look on Scout Noah’s sweet face, the extraordinary noises he made as I penetrated him, the way his innocent ass squeezed itself around my big raw dick. Before long I was looking around at the other scouts wondering if there was potential in any of them. I didn’t need to look very hard…

Scout Mike is different from the other boys. He exudes confidence and sexual potency. He’s almost certainly played around with Scout Noah. I don’t know how serious they are, but I’ve seen them sneaking off together and returning all red-faced, the fronts of their uniform pants looking suspiciously cum-stained. Scout Mike is slight in stature, but he’s clearly packing between his legs. It didn’t take long to get the ball rolling with him. A few flirty exchanges, a couple of moments when I held eye contact and he was soon flushing red every time he so much as looked at me.

The opportunity finally presented itself. We were on a group hike. We got to chatting, I slowed the pace, the rest of the group moved on and presto, we were alone in the woods and his sweet, rosy lips were pressed against mine.

Making out among the trees in broad daylight was a new experience for me, but it felt really good. Of course, there’s that constant voice in the back of your mind, warning that you could get caught at any moment, but that’s all part of the excitement. Your senses go into overdrive. First you find yourself listening intently for the sound of distant footsteps, tuning in to every single noise--and then, one by one, every other sense is activated. The warmth of his breath and body mingling with the cooling breeze ruffling the hairs on your arms. The smell of soap and talc under his shirt against the heady, verdant aroma of the undergrowth beneath you… It’s all so intoxicating.

My hands found themselves traveling repeatedly over his tight ass. I doubt I’ve ever felt a cuter, firmer, more peachy butt. It was like his pants had been molded around his fine young body. You’d pay hundreds of dollars for a pair of pants that fit so well. Just touching his ass filled my mind with filthy, insatiable thoughts. This boy’s ripe hole was all mine and nothing was gonna get in the way of my fucking it.

He was out of his clothes within minutes. There was something highly arousing about seeing him near naked while I remained entirely dressed. Not only was it highly risqué--by getting him naked we’d subconsciously established that a speedy exit was no longer possible--but we’d also established an appropriate power dynamic. I was firmly in control.

I sat down on a fallen log, he squatted between my legs and we continued to kiss with deep, growing passion. I remember my hat falling off and the dull thud of it hitting the undergrowth behind me. It somehow triggered a rise in the intensity of the moment. Within seconds, Scout Mike was pulling at my neckerchief and fumbling to unzip my shirt, desperate to get me naked. He kissed down my body, resting his lips on my nipples which he began to lick, suck and nibble. The sensation sent waves of pleasure reverberating through my body and my dick began to pulsate. Suddenly we were equals. The power dynamic melted away. We kissed like lovers. I wanted him as much as he wanted me. I wanted to please him as much as he wanted to please me.

He unbuckled my belt and thrust his hand into my cum-soaked underpants, massaging my dick until I was gasping with pleasure. He soon got his mouth involved, sucking me first through the fabric of my underpants and then carefully bringing my penis out into the open and giving me the most incredible blow job. It made me tremble and shake. I found my mind drifting away, wondering whether any of the other scoutmasters had trained him up. There was no way he’d learned all these skills from Scout Noah.

I stood him up and got him to lean against the tree, falling to my knees and getting my wet tongue and fingers deep into his tight hole until he was panting and gasping with anticipation, athletically arching his back like a true slut, desperate for my big fat dick. His body was suddenly covered in goosebumps which seemed all the more obvious in the bright sunlight which had now broken through the trees.

Overcome with lust, I stood and lined my dick up with his hole, which was now glistening with my saliva. I slowly inched myself into him, aware that if I went too fast and too hard too soon, he’d probably scream and bring forty do-gooding scouts running to our aid. The boy was so tight. Fucking him bareback was a genuine pleasure. It was like thrusting my dick into an iron clamp… that’s if an iron clamp could be made of the softest silk. I went real slow and real deep, looking around me, listening intently for any unusual sounds.

I slowly picked up the pace and we both began to moan, entirely forgetting where we were and the dangerousness of what we were doing. I went harder and faster as he grabbed his dick and started to pump himself in a frenzy. He started to yell, and then I felt his sphincter twitching and contracting as the cum started to fly from his dick. It was the most remarkable sensation, like a series of electric shocks pulsating through my own penis, which instantly made me want to cum. I pulled out and threw him onto the nearby log, for some reason desperate to shoot my load into his handsome face. A few tugs and I was exploding all over his chest and neckerchief.