Anyway, cards on the table, Scoutmaster Banner and I have a little bit of history which goes all the way back to Hallowe’en last year. At that particular time things were getting quite heavy with Scoutmaster Snow and the two of us had gotten a bit lax, often getting so carried away we forgot what bad news it would have been to get caught in the act. It was late, a few of us were still sitting around the campfire telling ghost stories. One moment we were absentmindedly roasting s’mores and the next, some crazy four-some had kicked off, which ended with Scoutmaster Banner fucking me. It was, of course, never mentioned again, and for a while it was all a bit uncomfortable. Banner went out of his way to avoid me, and him and Snow had a blazing row and haven’t spoken since.

Things have subsequently cooled off with Scoutmaster Snow and he didn’t even join us on the trip this time. On the first night, however, I found myself glancing over at Scoutmaster Banner and noticing that he was watching me quite carefully. I held his gaze and suddenly felt a bolt in the pit of my stomach. We plainly weren’t quite done with each other and fate, clearly, felt the same way. When they drew names from a hat, I was paired with Banner and the rest, as they say, is history.

So there we were, in the muggy late afternoon, staggering speedily through the forest, making our way towards what looked like a pretty large clearing on the map. I thought it would make a perfect place to pitch our tents but it was slightly further away than I’d anticipated. We walked way too fast. I was way too keen not to be proved wrong. But after a few hours I was ready to drop.

I suggested we take a breather. A good scout, after all, always knows when to relax. I was fairly embarrassed when Banner went into scoutmaster mode, looking concernedly at my face and suggesting I might need more sun cream. I don’t know if it counted as a health and safety intervention but if the sun hadn’t made me red-faced, I certainly was now. He produced a bottle from his rucksack and told me to take my shirt off so he could apply it to my shoulders properly. Well that’s when I smelt the dirty rat! The bastard was playing me.

Seconds later, my shirt is off, I’m tensing my torso good and hard to show off my six pack and he’s rubbing the suncream into my body with increasingly seductive strokes, which rapidly turn into a fairly erotic massage, and, well… you can guess how it goes from here.

I felt him pressing his body against my back, then he reached around and started to undo my shorts, murmuring something about the importance of letting go and feeling free. I was certainly up for doing that - in fact, my dick was so hard, I was pretty much unable to do anything else! He pulled my head back and began to kiss me real deep. I loved the sensation of his stubbly beard brushing against my chin. I slowly turned to face him so that I could kiss him with full passion, and well, there we were, in the middle of the forest, miles from anyone or anything, making out like animals, him fully dressed, me next to naked, while the birds twittered merrily in the trees above us. The thought that we had a full night of this ahead of us - entirely uninterrupted - was beyond exciting. I instantly vowed to break my record of three orgasms in a single encounter; a record I’d set in the heady heyday of my time with Snow.

Banner swiftly removed his shirt, giving me a ring-side view of his sexy, super-tanned chest. I grabbed his big daddy nipples and started to twist them, remembering how much he’d liked that the last time. The thought which simply would not leave my mind was how I’d managed to leave it almost a year since picking up on this particular unfinished business. The guy is bang on in terms of what I find sexy, in fact, he’s absolutely perfect. And a pretty awesome lover!

I fell to my knees expectantly and he dutifully dropped his pants, exposing his huge dick to the world. I instantly got to work on it with my mouth while he whispered words of encouragement. He asked if I liked being naked in the forest with him. Avoiding a weird temptation to make a joke about bears shitting in the woods, I nodded and said yes. “Yes what?” He said. “Yes sir…” He liked that. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me vigorously until my legs almost gave way.

Before long, he was sucking my dick, and I was in a state of profound ecstasy, every inch of my flesh responding to his touch, and the gentle caress of the late afternoon breeze. He instructed me to lean against the tree and show him my ass, which I did with great pride. I hoped he could tell how much I’d worked on my body since our last encounter. He wasted no time whatsoever, crouching behind me and telling me he was about to stick his tongue in there, a sensation which, I’ll be honest, almost blew my mind. I doubt anyone in the world has a more talented tongue and within seconds I was ready to take him.

He stood, then asked if he could stick something else inside me apart from his tongue. The question sent shivers of blissful excitement cascading down my spine. I whispered yes. He kissed me again and pushed one of my legs up onto the tree branch before lining his 9-inch dick up with my throbbing hole…

And then he edged himself inside me. It was the most beautiful sensation. It was almost as though his dick had been chiseled specifically to fit my hole. It made me gasp and wince, but it felt crazy good inside me. He said he’d take things slow, but, once inside, started pounding me pretty goddamn hard. It felt incredible. A plane flew overhead, making a tremendous racket. I found myself wondering whether someone inside was looking out at the expanse of forest below them only to notice two specks of white joined together, and wonder, for the next few minutes, what they’d just seen…

Banner was utterly relentless, pounding me ruthlessly while grunting like a bear in heat, pushing his hand over my mouth to gag me and show me exactly who was in control. I couldn’t help but touch myself. The sensations were all too good. He slowed the pace right down and went for these intense, long, deep strokes which made me want to shoot so hard. At the same time he whispered filth into my ears which made me so turned on.

Then he picked up the pace again, gradually winding his way up into a frenzy of fucking. And then, just like that, I exploded. It literally burst out of me like a machine gun, spraying my passion all over the forest floor. He kissed my neck and held me tight - but he wasn’t done. He told me it was his turn now and then went twice as fast as he’d gone before. Jesus Christ!

I felt his load flying into me with extreme force. He squirted ribbon after ribbon until I couldn’t believe that he was still cumming. It plainly blew his mind as well. For a while all he seemed to be able to say was “oh wow.” Then he pulled out and everything squirted out of me. It was sensational. Erotic. And better still, it was just the beginning…