We started hanging out and I began to flirt a bit… and then a lot. I could never quite tell if he was feeling it. Sometimes I’d think I was onto a sure thing, and then he’d start going on about his girlfriend (whose name changed at least three times so she was plainly a figment of his imagination), but I often wondered if his mentioning her was a subtle way of getting me to back off when he felt uncomfortable.

We had a bit of free time one afternoon, so we headed out into the woods to see if we could find any snakes. Mike loves snakes. See? I told you he was into weird shit. Anyway, there we were in the middle of nowhere, and I’d been thinking about sex for hours, so I decided to pretend I’d heard a noise and then I was lamely trying to convince him that we were about to happen upon a pair of hikers who’d stumbled off the beaten track and decided to have a bit of alfresco fucking. He plainly didn’t believe me, but kinda entered into the spirit of the fantasy, saying he felt like if it were him in the woods making out, he’d be doing so as silently as was humanly possible. No one would hear him at it. Of course, I immediately felt as though every last drop of blood in my body was either flowing to my face or to my dick. I dunno what came over me. Maybe I’ve started to think and behave like a Scoutmaster, but I stepped right up to him, looked directly into his dark, brooding eyes and said, “Prove it.”

And that was it. Suddenly we were kissing. He was surprisingly good at it and certainly wasn’t as freaked out about it as I thought he might have been. He tasted really good as well. It sounds crazy, but as he started groping me, I realized what enormous hands he has. Then I felt his crotch pushing into mine, and I figured there was definitely something quite impressive on the prowl down there. What can I say? We went there looking for snakes…

I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face as I undid his belt and pushed down his pants, falling to my knees in the process. His dick wasn’t actually fully hard yet, but it was already making my eyes water. Frankly, it was pretty tricky to fit it into my mouth even while it was semi-hard. I felt this rush of insane excitement as it began to stiffen in my mouth, I looked up at him and realized how massively into him I was. I wanted him to lose his virginity inside my ass and I wanted it rough and brutally hard.

And then it was like he was reading my mind. Something suddenly seemed to come over him and all that Mikey-awkwardness drained away. It struck me in retrospect that he’d probably not been sucked before, and that, by doing so, I was awakening something in him. There was no going back now. Mike was intent on going from zero to sixty right then and there.

He murmured something crude about my ass, before standing me up and pushing me against a tree. Maybe in these instances there’s a carnal instinct which takes over? I mean, animals in the wild seem to know how to do it without reading instruction manuals or studying porn? Mike certainly knew that he wanted my ass and that he’d need to get it wet if the transaction was going to be successful.

He squatted behind me and fairly casually shoved his tongue into my ass. He wasn’t doing it with a great deal of finesse, but there was something really sexy about the fact that he was merely going through the motions. He didn’t need me to enjoy being rimmed, he just knew that it was a process which needed to happen for him to get what he wanted. I was desperate to know how his cock would feel slicing into me. I clung onto the tree branch and waited for the magical moment…

He stood up behind me and basically just shoved it in. He didn’t ask permission. He didn’t check if I had a condom or needed him to use one. He just pushed it in, in the middle of a forest, with me smushed-up against a tree. There was no romance. He lost his virginity, still half-dressed in his Scout uniform, with no build up, no nerves and no ceremony.

His dick felt huge inside me. Plainly it felt considerably larger as a result of him making no attempt whatsoever to warm me up and deciding instead to simply pound me like it was his birthright, but there’s no getting around the fact that he’s a very very big boy down there.

I looked back and saw that he was gritting his teeth and it struck me he was trying to bang me as hard as possible. I’d become so used to the sophistication of the Scoutmasters that it was a pleasantly pervy change to have someone simply use me for his own pleasure.

He went harder and faster and then suddenly pulled out of me, jerking himself until his warm spunk squirted all over my lower back. I was quite impressed that he pushed himself back into me afterwards. The boy’s a natural. And the boy’s gonna get it again and again and again…