Tick Check | SCOUT COLE | Chapter 1

I guess you could call me an experienced Scout. I’m certainly one of the oldest boys in our troop and I’ve earned more badges than anyone else. Being one of the older boys means I get a few choice perks. I get to push to the front of the food line, I get to order the younger boys about and, more excitingly, I get to stay up later than the others when we’re out camping.

I love those late nights around the campfire, telling ghost stories and toasting marshmallows under the stars. It sounds like the ultimate cliche, but it’s the most incredible feeling.

The best part of it is hanging out with the Scoutmasters. Once the younger scouts are in bed, they chill out a bit and you start to get a sense of who they really are.

My favorite Scoutmaster is definitely Dietrich. During the day, he can be a bit on the stern-side. I’ve seen him tearing strips of some of the cockier boys and I used to be really terrified of him. But I’ve learned over time that his bark is a lot worse than his bite. If you work hard, pay attention and you’re respectful to him… he’s as nice as pie.

I love hanging out with him in the evenings. He cracks jokes and messes about doing these real funny impersonations. The more time I spend with him, the cooler he seems to get. And I guess the more handsome I find him…

It all started with a dream. It was definitely the most erotic dream I’ve ever had and it was all about Scoutmaster Dietrich. It was so vivid. So sensual. I could smell him. Taste him. I can genuinely say that I’d never thought about him in that way up until then, but I woke up the next morning unable to think about anything else. And ever since, whenever I see him, I blush and my penis immediately starts swelling!

Yesterday morning, we ended up alone together. The others went for a swim in the lake, but Dietrich said he needed one of the older boys to stay behind and learn how to do something called a “tick check.” He was looking at me as he said it, so I volunteered, and, then, as the others tramped off, I started to feel real nervous at the thought of being alone with him.

A tick check is literally just that. You need to check your body for ticks and critters before getting into a tent. Scoutmaster Dietrich was telling me all sorts of gross stuff about tick bites and something called Lyme disease, which I only remember because he made a joke about lemons. Most of the time, I was just staring at him, thinking how tall and good-looking he is while wondering what I needed to do to make him feel the same way about me!

He murmured something about showing me how to check someone else’s body for ticks before dropping to his knees and starting to rub his hands over my thigh. Then he rolled down my socks and examined my shin.

I was shocked for a moment, and then I started to feel the blood rushing, first to my face (I must have been the color of beet) and then to my groin. I was so embarrassed. I was in a real tight pair of shorts and there was nothing whatsoever to cover the bulge.

Then he turned me around and shoved the palm of his hand right up the leg of my shorts - all the way up to my butt! He was being pretty matter-of-fact about it. It probably shouldn’t have turned me on, but by the time he told me to take my shirt off, I was quivering with excitement!

Of course, I tried to stay cool. I kept telling myself that he was checking me for ticks, which is probably the least erotic thing that two men can do together, but then I’d look at his handsome face and start blushing and trembling… and longing! Jesus!

Once my top was off, he told me to remove my shorts. The horniness of the situation was immediately replaced by complete embarrassment. There he was, completely clothed, with me naked but for a pair of skimpy underpants. I felt a bit vulnerable to be honest, and was gonna say something, but he just carried on with the inspection, casually raising my arms and running his hands over my chest and back.

Then he told me to lose the underwear and I was so shocked that I just froze. I could hear him rather calmly saying something like “you gotta do it” so I took a deep breath and took them off.

He got on his knees again and started prodding and poking at me. He grabbed my balls, pushed them up and looked between my legs. Of course, the moment he touched me down there, I could feel my dick swelling again, and then, when he turned me around and told me to bend over before starting to check between my ass cheeks, I was back into the world of trying to suppress all the unhelpfully erotic thoughts which were bouncing about in my brain!

Then I smelt his scent; a real dark, tobacco-like scent, and realized it was the smell from my dream… and, well, from that moment on, he could have done whatever the hell he needed to do to me and checked for ticks wherever he goddam wanted.

I turned back to face him, dick hard as a rock, and he just smiled, grabbed it and said, “looks like you’re liking this” before saying, “alright, my turn…”

Before I knew it, he was undressing in front of me. He kept shooting me these little sexy glances as he revealed more and more flesh. That bastard knew the effect he was having on me, and it suddenly became more than clear that he wanted to tease the hell out of me.

Then he unzipped his shorts and looked real hard at me before revealing the bulge in his underpants. My mouth must have dropped open there and then. I don’t know whether I was more shocked or excited, whether I was more surprised by the size of the bulge in his underpants or the fact that there was a prominent, visible bulge there at all!

Then he told me to look him over, and I started blushing again as I ran my hands distractedly over his ripped body. I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to push his underpants down, but he seemed okay with the idea. His cock got caught in the fabric and then bounced back up like a soldier standing to attention. I just didn’t know where to look, so I turned him around and started to examine his butt, which was like some sort of piece of beautifully-chiseled marble!

Then he turned back around and made it clear he wanted me to check under his balls, and I felt real stupid because I was so turned on and then all I could think of was my dream and how huge his dick was in the flesh and how I wanted Scoutmaster Dietrich more than I’ve wanted anything in my life before…

I got on my knees to check his legs, but immediately realized his insanely big dick was right in my face. I tried to look away, but I kept being drawn back to it…

And then it was in my mouth. I don’t really know how it happened but I sucked it like the most precious gift, desperate to please my master, wanting him with every inch of my shaking body. I kept looking up at him, worrying if I looked away, I’d somehow wake up from another dream.

He stood me up and we kissed so passionately. He was gentle and tender. It literally took my breath away.

Then he unzipped the tent and told us we needed to get inside away from prying eyes. My heart started racing. He didn’t want a quick snog, he wanted more. He wanted me!

Once in the tent, we knelt on the ground and kissed some more. I didn’t want it to stop, but he told me to bend over before ramming his tongue and then his fingers deep into my hole. The sensation was incredible. With every movement of his tongue I felt more like his boy. I was his to use however he wanted. Our bodies were finally gonna be united.

The next thing I knew, I was on all fours and he was lining his dick up with my hole. And then, bang, he was pushing himself into me, and I felt like I was being torn apart. Intense doesn’t even come close to describing how it felt. The sensation of his giant meat sliding in and out of me, gently grinding up and down, deep inside my body was immense; agonizing, yet intimate beyond words.

He started to fuck me harder and faster. I guess I was opening up for him but it genuinely felt like he was trying to push his entire body into mine. His dick was so far up in me that I felt it might start fucking my own dick… from the inside! He was really pummelling me, banging his beautiful meat into me with such force that all I could do was yell - it was almost like he wanted to fuck a baby into me.

Then his breathing went real shallow and I could tell he was gonna cum. All I could think was that I hoped he was gonna shoot his precious load into me. I don’t know why I wanted it so much. But the thought was so incredible that I realized I was about to shoot. And seconds later, I could feel the semen spraying out of me uncontrollably as Dietrich continued to ram me from behind.

Then I felt his dick exploding deep inside me. I could feel it twitching as he pumped round after round of his beautiful semen into me while the cream continued to drip from my dick. He carried on thrusting into me for some time after shooting. It was like he wanted to make sure everything stayed up there, so I’d know I was his. But I already knew I was with every fiber of my being. I’m his to use as often as he wants.