Stroking With The Scoutmaster | SCOUT LOGAN | Chapter 4

It’s hard for me to remember the person I was when I joined the Elite Scouts. I was nervous, scruffy, and lacking confidence. I barely knew how to fasten my neckerchief and felt embarrassed and ashamed every time I caught my reflection. I’m so grateful for the mentoring I’ve received from the brilliant Scoutmasters in our troop because it’s entirely changed who I am. I now know my value and my purpose in life. I can walk with my head held high and these days, when I look into a mirror, I actively like what I see!

Scoutmaster McKeon has probably taught me more than anyone else. It’s weird for me to look back and think that, for the longest time, I’d be struck mute every time I saw him because he just seemed so, well, amazing.

I guess the whole dynamic changed rather rapidly last Halloween when he seduced me with my friend Colton. Many would probably try to argue that he took advantage of a pair of boys who’d been spooked out by way too many ghost stories, but I can assure you that nothing could be further from the truth. In fact, I’ve been desperate for a re-run ever since. For a while afterwards, Scoutmaster McKeon acted all cool and aloof, like nothing had even happened, but then, after a while, I’d catch him glancing over at me and holding my gaze, and then, basically, over the past few months, it’s all gotten intense again.

I’d been trying to find some alone time with him for what felt like forever, but we always seemed to end up being thwarted. In the end, I just marched over to him one night and informed him that I wouldn’t be going on the hike the following morning for personal reasons and that I was absolutely fine to be left in the campsite on my own, but that, if he wanted to stay and keep me company, I wouldn’t complain. Before he’d had the chance to answer, I shuffled off again, wondering what the hell I’d just done.

Obviously, I spent the night awake, tossing and turning with embarrassment, wondering if I’d overstepped the mark and panicking that he’d be angry with me, or, worse still, that he’d punish me. The only plus side was that I didn’t have to try hard to look pale-faced and exhausted in the morning. People were coming up to me left, right and center to ask if I was okay, so no one was at all surprised when I said I wasn’t able to go on the hike. You can imagine how excited and relieved I was when Scoutmaster McKeon announced to the troop over breakfast that I wasn’t well and that he’d be remaining at base camp for the day to look after me. My dick went rock-hard in an instant and I’m pretty sure simultaneously my face went scarlet.

Mere minutes after the others had left we were clambering into his tent and lying next to each other on his ground sheet while gently feeling ourselves up. Scoutmaster McKeon undid his belt and zipper and pulled his dick out of his underpants like he was unveiling a precious jewel—which, of course, in many ways, he was. His dick is so big and so God-damned beautiful. It may even be the most perfect dick in the world. As he pulled it out, I instantly began to remember exactly how good it had felt inside me, and my heart started pounding with excitement.

I slowly uncovered my penis, feeling a little bashful that it wasn’t quite as impressive as his, but there was no doubting how rock-hard it was and quite how much pre-cum was oozing out of it. He couldn’t take his eyes off it. We jerked ourselves off, slowly and seductively, teasing each other with lust-laden looks while trying to decide who was going to make the definitive move. It took a while for my nerves to dissipate. I could feel my hands shaking as I reached out to touch his thigh, but as I grabbed the base of his dick and started to squeeze, I finally found myself able to regulate my breathing.

He stared into my eyes with such intensity. I felt like I was being drawn towards him by some mysterious force—like our lips were magnetically charged. I held off as long as I could, staring at his beautiful mustache, wondering how epic it would be to feel it tickling my top lip as we kissed. At that point I found myself entering a trance of profound sensuality. The sounds of the morning birds outside the tent intensified, the hollow tapping of a woodpecker banging his beak against a tree became almost deafening. A light gust of pine-scented spring breeze crept into the tent, tickling the backs of our necks and making the hairs on our arms stand at attention.

I ended up sucking him before I kissed him. His dick just looked too enticing and I knew I had to get it into my mouth. I sucked it as carefully as I could, attempting to thrill him with every move I’d learned since becoming a sexual being, trying to get it as far into my mouth as possible, allowing my lips to sensuously glide up and down its thick shaft, flickering and fluttering my tongue over its head. He grabbed my face and pushed his dick into my throat. One of the things that I loved most about Scoutmaster McKeon is how dominant he likes to get. When you’re with him, you’ll always know exactly what he wants and expects. He’ll call the shots and believe me, he’ll always get his way.

He unzipped his shirt, threw his pants off and pushed me onto all fours, pulling my ass cheeks apart and eating me out until I was groaning with deep expectation. I could feel my hole literally twitching for him, desperate to feel his big cock sliding into me. Fortunately, he didn’t make me wait that long. After a few minutes of mind-blowing rimming, he knelt behind me and lined his dick up with my ass. He pushed himself into me and I was suddenly in heaven.

He started fairly gently and I heard my mouth involuntarily making noises of deep pleasure. Then he changed positions and I really began to feel him inside me. He grabbed my neck from behind with his big strong hands before pushing down hard on my head and starting to do push-ups inside me, thrusting his fingers into my mouth at the same time. And so it continued with him flinging me about, pulling me around, slapping me, twisting my body, biting me, pulling me into crazy contortions and choking me as he found the most intense and most pleasurable ways of fucking me.

At one point he turned me onto my back but remained inside me. It was the most extraordinary sensation, like someone was twisting a giant screwdriver inside me. Then it all got so intense that I just closed my eyes and allowed the waves of pure pleasure to ripple up and down my body. Once I was on my back he just went harder and harder, a big, wicked smile plastered across his face like he was taking great pleasure from my increasing discomfort.

He seemed to go harder, faster and deeper with every stroke until my ass was entirely numb and seemingly being torn to pieces. Then I felt his load tumbling into me - flooding my insides with creamy liquid which started to drip out of me the moment he withdrew. Being with him again, after all that time, was certainly worth the wait.