Sneaking Up | SCOUT ETHAN | Chapter 8

I’ve always had slightly mixed feelings about the fall. Part of me likes the romance of it all; the spectacular displays of color, the way that the mist rises and swirls so mysteriously. But the fall also means that summer is over. Those crazy, fun-filled expeditions into the wilderness are done and dusted for another six months. I guess there are very few scoutmasters who live for the organization the way that I do. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not some sad old dude who doesn’t have a social life and gets vicarious kicks from hanging out with youngsters whose horizons are opening up like the petals of a flower at dawn. But I love everything about the scouts. I love the chats I have with the other scoutmasters when we’re waiting for the fire to burn itself out while putting the world to rights and the day to bed. I love being responsible for broadening the minds of younger people. I love teaching them life skills. I love leading them into adventures they’ll never forget.

So when the fall comes, I often feel a little wistful and listless. The last camping expedition of the year is often quite a riotous occasion. The boys get over-excited, telling ghost stories and trying to freak the crap out of each other. Sometimes I steel myself away from the madness back at camp in order to take a walk in the woods. It gives me a bit of alone time; a few precious moments to think about where I want to be in life when we return to the great outdoors in April.

I was on one such wander yesterday when I started to get an eerie sensation of being watched. Now, I’m absolutely not the sort of guy who entertains any bullshit thoughts about paranormal activity. To begin with, I was more worried that I might have been being stalked by a bear. But the more I walked, the more uneasy I felt myself becoming. Something just didn’t feel quite right. After about five minutes, I decided to stop and take stock. If I remained still, and stood against a tree, I could get all my senses firing up again and work out if there was a genuine need to feel threatened.

Seconds after I stopped, I was shocked out of my skin by a masked figure appearing from nowhere. I’ll confess to being incredibly relieved when I spotted that whoever it was was wearing a scout uniform and then, secretly quite pleased when I realized that it was young Ethan. You see, Ethan and I have been fooling around lately. I know! I know! I’m a terrible scoutmaster with no moral compass and I should be sacked instantly. The problem is that Ethan is super hot and utterly insatiable when it comes to sex, so the real crime is that it’s almost impossible to find the time to sneak off and be with him in any meaningful sense. The very sight of him in the forest yesterday gave me an instant boner - and a quick look down at his shorts confirmed that he was similarly inflicted.

We had a bit of flirty banter about the fact that he’d scared the shit out of me, and then I told him he’d need to figure out an appropriate way to apologize. The next thing I knew, he’d grabbed me by my waist and was ramming his tongue down my throat. What can I say? Apology accepted!

Jesus, that boy knows how to kiss! And lemme tell you, he tastes real good. My hands were all over him within seconds, utterly desperate to get his clothes off and take the encounter to the next stage before we were both reported as missing from camp and a search party was sent out to catch us in the act. I removed his shirt and ran my thumbs over his dark, pert nipples. He loves having them played with; they’re utterly wired to his dick and giving them a bit of attention gets the boy ripe and ready for action. I slowly unzipped his shorts before pushing them to the forest floor. A few seconds later I was carefully removing his underwear, very much enjoying the sensation of his beautiful dick unraveling before springing to attention. And then, there we were, in the middle of the forest, him naked but for his neckerchief and cap, and me still fully clothed in my uniform, my throbbing, hard dick straining against the tight fabric of my pants, desperate to escape and wreak considerable havoc!

Ethan and I have gotten into doing this kinky little role-play, every time we meet, where we pretend it's his first time. The fact that it’s actually not far from being the truth makes the whole thing a hell of a lot more exciting. I like exposing my big dick to him and imagining he’s never seen a guy with a hard-on before and that the task of deflowering him has fallen into my hands. I like to drop down to my knees and imagine that I’m giving him his first ever experience of oral sex. I mean you’d think it was absolutely the case by the way he trembles and moans with pleasure as I wrap my lips around his amazing cock.

Then I usually ask him whether he wants to do the same thing to me and he tends to respond by looking a little unsure, so I tell him to relax and say that I’ll guide him through everything. He always slightly spoils the illusion of being a first timer by instantly deep-throating me. Not that I’m complaining! He gives remarkable head and seems willing to stay down there for hours if need be.

Yesterday, of course, we didn’t have that long, so he fairly swiftly stood up and turned around, expectantly leaning against a tree and shoving his ass towards me like a slut. He was plainly starving for it and didn’t want to waste a single second. I continued with the fantasy however, pressing a saliva-covered finger against his hole and asking him if it was okay if I touched him like that. “Yes Sir…” “Have you ever had anyone touch you like this before?” “No Sir…” So then I’m squatting down between his legs, eating him out like my life depends on it. He’s moaning and groaning like nothing’s ever been up there before, but that the sensation is a revelation and that he can’t wait for me to get something bigger inside him… And so we fuck. Hard.

I love doing it in the woods. I love the feeling of the wind tickling my naked skin, the fanciful thought of the birds and squirrels watching enviously from the canopy, the idea that a passenger in a plane flying thousands of feet above us could see these two little dots under a tree and not know what astonishing pleasure they’re both experiencing. More than anything else, I love the sensation of pushing my big daddy dick into a beautiful, tight, smooth hole and the sound young Ethan makes when I ram it in and out of him, utterly raw and with increasing force and speed. I love it when a boy begins to stroke his own cock, and those moments when I have to stop suddenly because I’m not yet ready to cum.

Ethan is the most perfect lover. Sometimes it feels as though his ass and butt were chiseled out specifically to take my dick. It’s as though every muscle inside him was designed to cling to my manhood. I love it when he tells me how good I feel. It makes me want to fuck him even harder. I love the sticky, hollow sound my dick makes as it slams in and out of him and the noise of his pre-cum-covered dick squelching in his hand as he jerks himself off. I love it most, however, when he begs me to cum inside him. That’s usually the last straw and, within seconds, my sticky semen is flying out of my giant cock and coating his insides while he moans in pure ecstasy.