Scout Colton – Chapter 5 – Reinforced Protocols (with Scoutmaster St Michael)
Colton is such a good boy. I don’t think I’ve ever met another young man with such a strong work ethic and mature head on his shoulders. He’s also one of the most handsome young men I’ve ever laid eyes on. Blond, with mischievous blue eyes and a beautiful, lean body. I’ve lusted after him from the moment we met.
It took me the longest time to pluck up the courage to make a move. My head just got in the way, I suppose just long enough for Scoutmaster Wheeler to barge in and have his wicked way with the boy. I observed them from a distance with a mixture of anger and envy. I saw the change in Colton after his boyhood was taken from him; he started to strut about, exuding an air of confidence which made me want him all the more.
When I realized things were cooling off between Wheeler and Colton, I knew my moment had arrived. Wheeler’s nothing but a player interested in the chase. He’s already looking around to see who else he could stick his dick into. I wanted to show Colton that older men can be reliable and respectful.
Colton and I finally had our moment a couple of weeks ago out in the forest, after a fairly grueling hike. It was one of the most exciting sexual encounters of my life, and believe me, I’ve been around a few blocks in my time!
The boy had this intense, sensual quality which made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Fucking him was a genuine privilege; an experience I knew was destined to become addictive.
The trouble is that it’s almost impossible to find time to be alone with him; a fact I find increasingly frustrating. I am a Scoutmaster first and foremost, responsible for the well-being and safety of all the boys. It is therefore wholly unacceptable to disappear on a whim when we’re out camping, no matter how I long to do just that.
I did, however, find myself with some unexpected alone time with him yesterday. To be honest, I was a little nervous. I was worried that he might have decided to draw a line of separation, or had lost interest after our countless aborted attempts to slip away together.
I don’t really know what came over me, but I suddenly remembered Scoutmaster Wheeler telling me that it had all kicked off for him and Colton while he was overseeing the boy’s induction into the Elite Scouts.
Wheeler, of course, gave me a rather smug, blow-by-blow account of what had happened. It shouldn’t have turned me on, but it was all I could think about for weeks! It struck me that my time had finally arrived to do something similar, so I told Colton that I needed him to practice the Scout Salute, and, while he was dutifully doing just that, I started to touch him up.
There’s something deeply inappropriate about a Scoutmaster fondling a boy as he recites the pledge of honor, but my dick was throbbing in my pants. The whole thing worked just as well for Colton, too, because he was rock hard and shaking with anticipation. I held off as long as I possibly could, teasing him mercilessly, but eventually I just had to press my lips against his and experience the pure joy of making out with him.
We dove into a nearby tent. We sat on the floor of the tent and continued to make out, playfully undressing each other. I couldn’t wait to get his clothes off. Don’t get me wrong, the boy looks smokin’ hot in his tight, little uniform but his soft, smooth flesh feels like the finest silk.
I ripped my shirt open and threw my pants down. My dick sprung out like some sort of crazy jack-in-a-box and Colton instantly got to work on it with his beautiful mouth. One of the few benefits of having played second fiddle to Scoutmaster Wheeler is that the boy seems to have learned a few tricks from him: he certainly knows how to give the finest head!
He laid flat on his front to suck me off and I couldn’t take my eyes off his peachy ass. There’s something highly satisfying about seeing something you want that badly… and knowing you’re gonna get it!
I made him turn around and get on all fours so that I could get him nice and wet with my hungry tongue. My dick was so erect that I knew I was gonna need to ride him hard and fast, so getting his tight hole properly lubed up was essential. Within a few minutes he was gasping and I could feel him slowly opening up… I knew the time had come.
I wanted him to ride me, so I got on my back and encouraged him to climb on top. He grabbed my dick with his hand and fed it into his ass. It was like posting my penis into some kind of vice! I don’t know whether he was squeezing it with his ass muscles or if he really is just that tight but I’ve seldom felt so much pressure on my shaft. He rode me good! So good, in fact, that I nearly shot my load then and there.
I got him back onto all fours and pushed my dick into him from behind, doggy style. It’s actually one of my favorite positions; it’s where I feel at my most powerful. Because of the upward curve of my dick, it gives me the best angle to thrust into a boy’s prostate. It can send some guys absolutely crazy! It certainly made Colton gasp and moan. I grabbed both his shoulders and really started to pound.
