The most intriguing of all of our leaders is Scoutmaster McKeon. He’s got a vibe about him, which I can only describe as a little dangerous. He’s handsome, but he comes across as a bit arrogant, and can be quite dismissive and aloof. To be honest, I hadn’t really thought about him sexually until our camping trip last Halloween when I had the most intensely erotic dream about him. Guess my subconscious knew better than I did what I wanted.

I rapidly became obsessed with the idea of having sex with him and I’ve been shooting him pretty flirty looks ever since. For the longest time he seemed utterly oblivious, but then, on one occasion, he shot me the dirtiest look in the world and, at that point, I knew we were on!

A few days later, we were alone in the forest, hiking pretty much in silence to who knows where, with seemingly just one thing on our minds. And that one thing happened after about an hour of solid walking…

Suddenly, he threw me against a tree and ran his hands aggressively up and down my body. He pulled my hand down between his legs so that I could feel his enormous dick and teased me with the promise of his lips until I was ready to explode! Every time I thought the moment had arrived, he’d pull away again until I was literally desperate to kiss him.

He shoved his hand down the front of my shorts and grabbed my dick, squeezing and massaging it until the pre-cum started flowing like a mountain stream. I slowly undid his pants, savoring every moment, hardly daring to believe I was worthy of something so beautiful.

Then our hardons were out in the open. There’s nothing more exciting than feeling the sensation of a cool spring breeze encircling the head of your erect penis; you instantly become aware that you’re doing something forbidden and taboo. Scoutmaster McKeon took both of our cocks in his hands and rubbed them against each other, jerking them like they were a single entity.

I dropped to my knees and sucked him like my life depended on it. I wanted him to know that I knew what I was doing, that I wasn’t just some fumbling, inexperienced boy who didn’t know his ass from his elbow. I needed him to realize that I was his to be used without him feeling like he constantly needed to ask if what he was doing was okay. Not, I suspect, that Scoutmaster McKeon would ever bother to ask that particular question!

His dick was beautiful: rock-hard, veiny, upward-curving. I glanced up at him and noticed that he was smiling. Those skills I’d learned since joining the Scouts were coming into their own! He was soon panting, and almost half-laughing, like I was getting him close and he was having to work hard to stay in control. It felt a little like we’d entered a dream-like space; a moment of profound unity as we were embraced by the protective arms of the rustling trees above us.

He pulled me to my feet and unbuttoned my shirt, removing his hat so that we were both entirely naked but for our uniform neckerchiefs. Then he turned me around and pushed me against the tree before kneeling down and playing with my butt, first with his hands and then with his long, slippery tongue. The anticipation almost killed me!

Then, he stood up. Something had changed in his demeanor. There was an urgency about him—a focus, a darkness. I could tell I was about to get it hard and, within seconds, this particular prediction became fact!

With every stroke, he seemed to fuck me a little bit harder, until I found myself yelling out loud. He instantly put his hand over my mouth to shut me up, but continued to pound me just as aggressively as he had before. I entered a near frenzy of pure carnal pleasure and grabbed my dick, jerking myself stupid as the ragged ride continued.