Taking A Leak | SCOUT ZAC Vol. 1

It feels like forever since the day that my life was completely turned upside down; the day that Scoutmaster Snow initiated me into the Elite Scouts and simultaneously turned me into a man. I hadn’t previously thought about sex, at least not in any real sense. It certainly hadn’t occurred to me that I might be attracted to men, but in that moment, as I recited my pledge, everything changed. It was hypnotic. Mesmeric. Something intense and very real passed between us and, for the first time in my life, instead of overthinking everything and running away from things which seem too complicated or scary to embrace, I caved into my deepest desires and allowed the most incredible man to take my virginity.

I don’t quite know what I expected to happen after it was done. I guess a little part of me felt that Scoutmaster Snow was somehow taking ownership of me through the act of making love to me. I don’t know if I expected it to suddenly be the start of a meaningful relationship, but as the days passed with no sense that anything else would happen between us, I began to realize that it had been a one-off. It took me a while to come to terms with the fact that something so intense and wonderful could somehow just drift away, but, after a while, I began to realize that the brevity of the experience didn’t negate its brilliance. Instead of pining for what might have been, I needed to start looking forward to what could now be.

I soon found myself lusting over Scoutmaster Xavier. He basically makes me go weak at the knees. He’s so handsome, so masterful, so dominant. I love the way he moves. It’s like he just doesn’t give a shit, somehow. He’s so cool and arrogant… Until very recently I was content to think the whole thing was just a fantasy for me. Why would a sexy beef cake of a man like Mr. Xavier be interested in a young weedy geek like me? The chances of him even being into dudes are, frankly, miniscule. I mean, he doesn’t wear a wedding ring or anything, but he’s probably got at least six girlfriends; one in every county that we visit on our camping trips. But the weird thing is that, since this trip started, I’ve noticed a real shift in my relationship with him. Previously, he barely seemed to know my name, but since we pitched up here two days ago, I’ve caught him staring at me in a way which often knocks the wind out of me. He’s also been coming over and chatting a lot more, which I’ve really enjoyed because he has such cool stories. He’s a proper Bear Grylls. He knows the names of pretty much every plant in the forest and can start a fire in about five seconds flat. He’s a flame whisperer!

The most exciting thing which has probably ever happened to me occurred this afternoon when he asked if I was interested in hiking into the forest to look for snakes. I mean, who’s gonna say no to that?! Then, when I discovered that it was a one-on-one experience, because apparently it’s really dangerous and he can’t have people wandering off all over the place… well, my heart started dancing!

Two hours later, we were in the middle of nowhere, walking in complete silence. He was listening all the time for rustles and rattles in the undergrowth. We saw a garter snake and a gopher snake and the whole thing was so cool! It was also super intense. We were really opening up our senses. It’s funny, it shouldn’t have been sexual in any way, but I kept getting hard. It was probably just being alone with someone so amazing, but I’ve also had some pretty wild fantasies about Scoutmaster Xavier which kept creeping into my head!

Then there was this really weird moment when he said he needed to take a leak, and started heading away from the path. I don’t really know what possessed me, but I found myself following him, murmuring something about also needing to go - which was not true! He stopped by a big pile of wood and undid his belt before unzipping his fly and pulling his dick out. I mean, I say he pulled it out; maybe the more accurate description is that he flopped it out. I couldn’t help but look over. It was a beast of a penis, heavy and thick, even in its flaccid state. It excited me beyond words.

Of course, standing next to him, I couldn’t pee. I have shy kidneys at the best of times, let alone when I’m trying not to get hard, but there was something deeply erotic about watching him doing so. Plainly he’d spotted me looking over at him. He had my number. “You don’t need to go?” he asked brusquely. I struggled to get my words out, “maybe not.” Then he told me it was okay. My heart, of course, immediately started racing. What was okay? My not being able to pee, or the fact that I was basically staring at his dick? And then he said the words which changed everything…

“Do you wanna touch it?”

I was taken aback and instantly lost my ability to speak as I stared into his face trying to work out if he was serious. He seemed to be, so I nodded. I wanted to touch it with every fiber of my being. I wanted to know how something that big would feel in my hands. Everything suddenly seemed to somehow stand still as I nervously reached out to touch it, and, just as my hand made contact, he told me not to tell anyone. The words excited me. It’s super sexy to keep a secret like this isn’t it?

The moment I started to rub his dick it started to stiffen. I couldn’t quite believe it had the potential to get any larger than it already was, but it just grew and grew while I grew more and more excited, rubbing my own growing dick with my other hand. At that moment I felt my lips being drawn towards his and within a few seconds we were kissing passionately. We kissed for a crazily long period of time. I continued to jerk his dick while he ran his hands seductively up and down my body. Getting off with him, in the middle of the forest, in our scout uniforms, with the wind tickling the backs of our necks, was one of the most incredible things I’ve ever experienced. Every single one of my senses went into overdrive.

I knelt down, suddenly determined to suck his swollen dick and, as my lips made contact with his thick shaft, he tilted his head back in pleasure. My cap fell off as I started to suck him, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was pleasuring him. I could barely fit the thing in my mouth and there was no way I was going to be able to take it very deep, but man I wanted to try! He kept telling me to breathe, before inching the giant thing ever further into my throat. He instructed me to touch his balls, and then to pull at them real hard while he unzipped his shirt.

I was utterly shocked by his torso. I don’t know what I expected but I did not think it would be chiseled and solid like that. He looked like he’d been carved out of ebony with more definition than I have ever seen in the flesh. He was like something from a magazine! He pulled me to my feet and we started to kiss again, but he seemed impatient all of a sudden. I instantly realized that he wanted to take things to the next level…

He led me to a pile of wood and encouraged me to lean against it, before standing behind me and pushing up my shirt, gently running his large hands over the base of my spine and then slowly around to my stomach. Then he knelt and pulled down my shorts and underpants, playing with my ass until my entire body was begging for him. I didn’t know if it would even be possible to take his huge dick and was terrified that if I did, it would feel like I was being torn apart. But, for some unknown reason, I was desperate to try regardless of the consequences. He pushed his tongue against my hole and then started working it, licking it, tickling it, doing God knows what to it until it began to involuntarily twitch and my mouth started to groan uncontrollably. At that moment I’m not sure I have ever wanted anything or anyone as much as I wanted Scoutmaster Xavier.

He instructed me to raise my leg before spitting on my hole, beginning the process of lubing me up for what I was pretty sure would be the largest dick I’d ever take. As he stood up, my body began to shake with nerves. Suddenly taking this dick was more than conceptual. He wrapped his arms around me and began to unbutton my shirt from behind, kissing the back of my neck until every last tiny hair on my body was standing to attention. And then suddenly, there we both were, deep inside a beautiful forest, entirely naked but for our neckerchiefs, ready to fuck like rabbits.

I leaned over the wood stack again and arched my back, flinching at the sound of him spitting onto his hand to lube his monster. I held my breath, telling myself repeatedly to relax. If I could take Scoutmaster Snow, I could take Scoutmaster Xavier. He would take things as slowly as they needed to be taken. He would stop if it started to hurt me.

For the longest time he dragged the head of his penis up and down over my hole - almost as though he were attempting to paint my crack. And then he began to inch it inside of me. I was profoundly surprised by how natural it felt. This is gonna sound super crazy, but it was almost as though my body were sucking his dick into me. The surprise was how much of it there was! It just kept creeping into me, deeper and deeper until it was pushing against my inner sphincter and then through into heaven knows which chamber until it felt that we were entirely locked together.

He began to draw his dick in and out of me. It was intense. So intense, I was struggling to get my thoughts in order and all I seemed capable of doing was whimpering as my guts were skewered repeatedly by the masculine, muscular God standing behind me. He put his foot up on the wood stack and suddenly it felt like we were one living, breathing unit, our bodies intertwined; black inside white, experienced teaching inexperienced, muscular vs scrawny. I felt so lucky, so aroused, so wanted, so fucking alive and so God darned special!

Then he started pumping really hard, and gasping “yes, yes, yes…” and I knew he was going to cum. Seconds later I felt it gushing into me, like a train hurtling into a tunnel, every last drop of his manhood raising me up, feeding my soul, pleasuring me, owning me.