Of course, Scoutmaster Stone was brilliant. He could tell something was wrong and started hanging out with me, giving me the chance to talk stuff through. I really admired him. He just seemed to understand the world… and he gets me. I’ve told him pretty much everything about myself. About my parents’ divorce. About my horrible brother. The one thing I’ve not yet had the courage to tell him about is Noah…

What happened with Scoutmaster Stone came entirely out of the blue. We’d gone off on one of our regular walks in the woods and as usual, he was checking in with me and making sure I was okay. We were standing by a tree and he was giving me a pep talk, telling me that the other boys in the Troop needed me and that everything had felt out of whack since I’d been out of sorts. Then he asked me, rather pointedly, why I wasn’t hanging out with Noah anymore.

Before I knew what was happening, he’d grabbed my neckerchief and started pulling me towards him. The look on his face changed significantly. It was a look of pure desire. It was the same look that I saw in Noah’s eyes just before we made out, except, it was a million times more intense somehow. Everything suddenly felt like it had gone into slow motion. I moved towards him. It was like I was being drawn into him, pulled by some invisible force. The next thing I knew, we were kissing, and his big hands were running up and down my body and my mind was literally exploding. I was making out with Scoutmaster Stone!

He kissed with such passion. His lips wrapped themselves around mine and his tongue danced its way into my mouth, drawing erotic circles on every surface there. I melted into him. He’s so tall and masculine and he smells real good. Everything was somehow different to how it had been with Noah. I couldn’t quite put my finger on why. With Noah, I’d felt a little more in charge somehow—a bit more dominant. Penetrating him felt like the natural thing to do. With Scoutmaster Stone, I instantly felt more submissive. Maybe it was the fact that he’s older, way more experienced, a good few inches taller than me, and built so solid, but it felt like he was calling the shots and this felt entirely natural.

My hand moved down to his crotch. His dick was rock-hard and straining against his jeans. Groping at it through the stiff denim fabric felt both scary and incredibly enticing. I slid my hand down underneath his belt and into the warm, sweaty interior of his pants, sliding lower until my fingers made contact with the tip of his head, which was pouring with pre-cum. He shuddered and gasped. I grabbed his shaft with my hand and began to jerk him off. Real slow. His dick throbbed and twitched. He grabbed my wrist and encouraged me to slow with more speed and strength.

Then he unzipped his shirt, exposing the most incredible set of big daddy nipples that I had ever seen. I just had to squeeze and suck them. It made me feel hungry for more, so I fell to the ground and slowly unzipped his jeans. I could see the outline of his dick within the softer fabric of his underpants and found myself running my lips over it, making it wet with saliva.

He pulled his pants down and his giant dick sprang out into my face. I felt unable to do anything other than suck it, feeling a desperate need to please him. He told me it felt good and I felt very happy. I sucked it as hard as I could, getting it as far into my throat as possible. It almost made me gag and I didn’t really have a clue what I was doing, but I thought about every last thing that Noah had done to me and I simply tried to replicate that, listening out for noises of encouragement from Scoutmaster Stone.

Everything felt so exciting: The sound of the birds, and the wind rustling the trees above us. The feel of the sunlight on my body as my shirt was undone. The sense that we could have been caught at any moment. But above all, the joy of being in the arms of this tall, beautiful daddy whom I’d looked up to and had wanted to emulate for so long. And best of all was the knowledge that this hunk of a man wanted me.

He told me that he wanted to see my ass and it was clear that he intended to fuck me. I didn’t dare to say no, but the doubts suddenly came rushing in. What if it hurt? What if I didn’t know what to do? What if I was a disappointment? I went into autopilot and started to unbuckle my belt, undoing the buttons on my pants and unzipping the fly, heart pounding with fear. He stood behind me and pulled me into him. It felt comforting for a moment, so I tried to regulate my breathing, remembering how calm Noah had seemed when I pushed my dick into him.

The next thing I remember is Scoutmaster Stone pushing me over the branch of a tree. My underwear was still on, and for a while he just pushed his big dick between my legs. Then he pulled my underwear down and my heart was suddenly thumping in my ears again. He seemed to like what he saw because he made a heck of a lot of appreciative sounds before pulling my ass cheeks apart and pushing his tongue into my hole until it was glistening with spit.

Then, just like that, he pushed the tip into me. I took a deep breath. The experience became more intense the further it crept inside me. By the time he was all the way in, I thought I was going to burst. The noises that must have been coming out of my mouth! But I gritted my teeth like a good boy and, sure enough, the initial discomfort soon went away, to be replaced by a sensation of pure ecstasy. It felt extraordinary. My entire body started to shake and the area where his dick was inside me started to almost throb.

He went faster and faster and I suddenly got the impression that he’d lost control. He started panting real fast and breathing really heavily. Seconds later, he grunted loudly and I felt him exploding into me. I genuinely felt him firing round-after-round of semen inside me. As he pulled out, it started to drip down. The moment of calm following the storm was instantly wrecked by the sound of a vehicle pulling up on the road near where we were standing. I’d been so carried away that I hadn’t realized we were so close to a road.

Scoutmaster Stone instantly flew into a panic and started pulling his jeans up, thrusting my shirt and pants at me before grabbing my hand and dragging me further into the woods before we could be seen.