Sneaking Off | SCOUT SERG | Chapter 3

Joining the Scouts is genuinely the best thing I’ve ever done. I often look back to my first day; I’d not been in the country very long and I was about as timid as any boy could get. I don’t think I said anything other than my name for at least three weeks. Over time, I started to loosen up. I suddenly realized I was feeling confident and brave, and before long I’d made some really cool friends and was learning all this amazing stuff not just about the world, but about myself.

Of course, I’ve been supported throughout by some amazing Scoutmasters who’ve been incredibly patient with me and taught me skills I never dreamed I’d master. I can now start a fire with two sticks. I know how to administer first aid. I can read maps. I know how to spot a poisonous mushroom. I can recognize bird calls…

But the most important of all… I now know how to fuck!

The previous statement sounds crude and more than a little flippant, but actually this particular lesson has been of profound importance to me. It’s revolutionized the way that I perceive myself. I’ve learned to love and respect myself and realized how much value I have. What I’ve also come to understand is quite how amazing sex is. I don’t suppose I’d thought that much about it before, but now it’s almost constantly on my mind—especially when I put my Scout uniform on. Perhaps understandably, I’ve started to associate the uniform with sex. The stiff fabric of the shorts makes me hard almost as soon as I put them on, and when I stand in front of a mirror making sure my neckerchief looks just so, I think about the guys who’ve removed it and those lucky men who might yet have that particular privilege!

The other night we made a giant fire on the edge of the forest. We kept daring each other to find more wood and by the time we were ready to light it, it was the size of a small car! It took a while to get going, but then it kinda burst into life, sending so many sparks flying out into the night sky that, at one point, we started worrying we were gonna set fire to the trees.

Most of the other Scouts had gotten bored and headed back to their tents, so by the time the fire got real big there were just three scouts and three scout leaders sitting around it. Two of the Scoutmasters then headed off to their tents, followed quite rapidly by the other two Scouts. I’m pretty sure it was all entirely innocent, but it made me laugh so hard! If only they knew how dodgy it looked. If I didn’t know them better, I’d have assumed they were sneaking off for sex…

Anyhow, this curious exit left us with a huge, raging fire and just me and Scoutmaster Snow there to make sure it didn't turn into some sort of ecological disaster. I didn’t know Scoutmaster Snow all that well. He used to scare me, mostly, I suspect, because I found him so ridiculously hot. I have drifted off to sleep on many occasions with my dick in my hand, imagining some sort of outrageous encounter with him. And there we were, just the two of us, staring into the fire, sitting next to each other on a log while my dick started to rise uncontrollably in my pants…

I kept daring to look at him, and was astonished to find he was staring back at me every time. There was something really intense about his gaze which caused me to blush and I pretty quickly deduced that he was into me. He brought his hand up to my forehead and carefully brushed away a bit of ash which had blown up from the fire. I found myself beginning to shake with excitement. There was something incredibly magical about the moment; the almost deafening crackle of the fire, the choking smell of the smoke, the soft summer evening breeze rippling over the hairs on my arm. I felt awake. Alive. All of this while I was sitting next to the man of my dreams who was making a play for me. Moments don’t get much better than this.

We kissed. Gently to begin with; it was utterly electrifying. It felt like time was standing still. We were just a stone’s throw from the rest of the camp—and lit up by the fire like giant targets—but neither of us seemed to care. We were just pulled into each other, engulfed by the sensuality of the moment, entirely unwilling to be rushed in any way as we explored each other.

I ran my hand over the bulge in his tight shorts and instantly realized what I’d long hoped was the case: that Scoutmaster Snow packs something very special between his muscular thighs. He unzipped his shirt, exposing a beautifully-sculpted torso which glowed with the sweat triggered by the intense warmth of the fire. I slowly ran my hand across those abs, savoring every ripple of every muscle.

He stood up and pushed his shorts down, inviting me to place his swollen tool in my mouth. I started to work on it, attempting to control my excitement, a mantra running through my brain which told me the importance of taking things slowly. He was soon entirely naked. I looked up at him as his rippling flesh glowed orange in the light. Above him, through the trees, the night sky was a beautiful shade of deep blue. It felt so strange to be fully clothed with him, standing like a Greek statue above me, but everything added to the mind-blowing sensuality of the moment. He grabbed the back of my head and started to thrust his dick deeper and deeper into my throat. I took it all, desperate to please him, lapping up every moment, enjoying the fact that his low groans of satisfaction were being drowned out by the relentless roar of the fire and the sounds of cicadas screaming impatiently from the trees.

But then, just like that, the magic of the moment came to a temporary halt. Perhaps it was the sense that the fire was no longer as intense as it had been. Whatever the case, I think we both felt it at the exact same point. We had gotten entirely carried away. We were risking everything for the sake of a few minutes of carnal excitement. He looked a bit ashamed and started to pull his shorts back up and I wondered if we’d reached the end of the line, but then he smiled at me, kissed me again and led me back to his tent.

As I zipped the door of the tent back up, I felt another rush of excitement. We were alone together—and if we stayed silent, no one would disturb us—for the whole night if we wanted. I sat down on his groundsheet and he squatted between my legs, kissing me hungrily. Our hands were soon all over each other, and this time it was him undressing me, ripping down my shorts and underwear before sucking me like I’ve never been sucked in my life before. I tried to remain quiet, but he was doing things to my dick which made me gasp.

He’d soon ripped his clothes back off. We were together, naked, alone, bodies entwined. Time could stand still once more. He turned me around and thrust his wet tongue into my hole, instantly causing me to twitch with anticipation, body and brain now aligned in a near frantic desire to be fucked. I started to suck him again, astounded by the size and rigidity of his big dick. I tried to dust off every trick I’d learned in my short sexual history. I wanted him to want me in a powerful way. I wanted him to want me as much as I wanted him.

He threw me onto my back and casually pushed my legs into the air, lining up his massive member with my tight hole before pushing it into me, raw. I’ll confess: it took a minute or so to get used to the sensation. There must have been a good eight inches going in and out of me—and Scoutmaster Snow’s dick is probably the girthiest I’ve ever encountered. It was all I could do to stop myself from cumming on the spot. I simply told myself to relax while the waves of intense pleasure rolled up and down my body.

He got so deep inside me it was hard to contain myself. I felt like my internal organs were being pushed around to make way for his monster. At one point he rolled onto his back, pulling me with him, so I was suddenly sitting on top of him, riding him like a wild horse. I slammed myself as hard as I could up and down on his dick, rolling my ass over him, my own rock-hard cock slapping violently against his stomach, leaving pools of pre-cum in its wake. It’s difficult to explain what got into me. I felt invincible, able to ride and ride him at increasing speeds without feeling tired in any way. He just laid back, a huge, cheeky smile plastered across his handsome face.

Then he got me onto my side and pushed himself into me with such force that I yelled. With every thrust, I felt the semen rising in my balls. By the time I was on all fours and he was fucking me from behind, I was ready to explode. I held on for as long as I could. I didn’t want it to end but it just felt so god-damned amazing. Then suddenly he started going faster and deeper—the pace and intensity kept increasing until I felt I had no choice but to grab my dick and start to jerk it.

The semen flew out of me in huge quantities, all over his ground sheet. Seconds later I felt him exploding, painting my insides with his beautiful juices. He stayed in me and rolled me onto my side. He fell asleep with his dick inside me, an achievement I neither knew I wanted or needed prior to that moment.