Anyway, I always felt that he was a little distant with me, but there was this one time when he caught me looking over and when I couldn’t quite look away quickly enough, he held my gaze and then smiled. God it made me melt. I felt so ridiculous. My face must have gone beet red. But since that moment I’ve had the sense that he’s been trying to check in on me, you know? My Dad would call it “taking me under his wing.” He comes over and asks how I’m doing and gives me real good advice. It’s nice. And then, the other day, when we were hiking, he decided to walk with me. I felt the other scouts looking over jealously, like I’d won the fucking raffle prize. I guess we were dawdling a bit because suddenly I looked ahead and noticed that the rest of the troop were out of sight. He said he knew a shortcut back to the camp, so we went off the track, and we were just talking. I felt like I could tell him anything. We talked about my home and my family and then he asked if I had a girlfriend and I got all embarrassed. And then, I dunno, things just started to get a bit flirty somehow. I told him I thought we were lost and he said that was probably a good thing because no one could see us or hear us…

The next thing, he just leaned in, and then, before I’d gotten my head around what was going on, he’d pushed me against a tree and we were kissing like crazy. His tongue was dancing in my mouth and I could smell his sweat. My head was spinning with excitement and nerves and his hands were all over me. God it felt good. My whole body was tingling and throbbing and my dick was thumping against the insides of my shorts. The weirdest thoughts started bouncing about in my head. I actually started to wish that someone would find us, you know, see that Mr. Starr had chosen me out of all of the boys that seem to hang on his every word. He wanted me. Well, it took my breath away, it really did. And then, when I brought my hand down to his bulge and felt how enormous and hard it was, well… there really are no words…

The thing which struck me more than anything else was how amazing his lips felt. He has really full lips and they are remarkable to kiss. I mean, not that I’m an expert in any sense of the word but, man, I could have kissed him for days. And then, when I pulled away and stared into his eyes, he looked so hot. There was a real glint of naughtiness there, you know? It was as if he’d somehow started feeling like a scout again. I’m sure he was a very badly behaved scout!

He smiled a lot. I liked that. Scoutmaster Scott, I dunno, had been a great deal more formal and austere somehow. Scoutmaster Starr was cheeky. And boy, when I undid his pants and pulled out that monster cock of his, I just wondered if anything would ever feel this good in my life ever again. I looked down at it, marvelling at its size and shape, running my hand up and down its shaft, feeling remarkably smug that I’d somehow ended up winning such an extraordinary prize.

I watched intently as he unzipped his shirt. I knew somehow that his torso was gonna blow my mind, but I don’t think anything could have prepared me for the reality. It was perfection. There’s no other word. Tanned, chiseled, manly, a little hairy. My God, I’d won the fucking lottery! We kissed a whole heap more, touching each other while we slowly undressed, the wind rustling the trees, the sun pounding down on us, the birds singing merrily. We didn’t need to worry about being discovered. We could let go. Let loose. Get lost in one another.

I found myself dropping to the forest floor, my knees loudly cracking on a stick underneath me. I soon had my mouth wrapped around his member and he started moaning so appreciatively. I looked up at him and saw his head rolling back, a look of such profound pleasure plastered across his naughty face. I worked that stunning cock so hard. I wanted to give him the best blow job of his life. I wanted him to know how much I appreciated him taking me under his wing like this. I vowed then and there that there’d be no more playing hard to get for me. Scoutmaster Starr needed to know for certain how crazy into him I was. I didn’t care if he thought I was a slut.

I tried to take a series of mental and audio photographs so I could remember it, you know? The moment when he told me not to stop - and the rush of joy that those words sent cascading through my body. The way the wind tousled his hair. The way he held the back of my head and pushed his dick deeper into my mouth…

He slung me against a tree and exposed my ass to the elements before getting onto his knees and allowing his huge tongue to seductively explore every inch of my hole as my entire body began to open up for him. It was a beautiful feeling - and entirely different to how it had been with Scoutmaster Scott, when I guess I’d felt more scared than anything else, largely because I had no clue what to expect. This time I was in control and I was feeling a powerful sense of desire and expectation.

Scoutmaster Starr pushed me against the tree and stood up behind me, bending his knees a little so that his dick was level with my ass. I looked around and saw a big glob of saliva falling from his mouth. It landed on his dick and, seconds later, he asked if I was ready for it. Words entirely failed me, but I made the most affirming sound that my overly-aroused lips were prepared to create! Then he pushed his giant, raw penis into me, sliding it all the way inside me in one long motion that seemed to last an eternity. Every time I thought there couldn’t be any more of it, he seemed to push it a little deeper into me. I won’t lie - it shocked me - and it took every word of encouragement from him for me not to scream the place down and demand that he stop.

Then he fucked me. His strokes were so slow to begin with - more like little twitches - but then, as my ass began to get used to the sensation and I started to relax, his thrusting became more and more powerful, growing in pace and depth seemingly every time he pushed back into me. My body was tingling with excitement. This amazing, powerful, stunning, grinning man was inside me, pleasuring his huge dick in my tight sphincter, showing me how much he wanted me and how incredible and powerful and remarkable penetrative sex could be.

The harder he fucked, the more my dick twitched and danced, the semen swelling up in my balls, ready to burst out at any moment. I could tell he was close. He slowed right up and almost started going quite tentatively on me, but then he just let rip and went at me like a horny rabbit, faster and faster with less and less control. Then I felt him exploding into me. There must have been so much cum in his balls. He squirted again and again, with such extraordinary laser-like power - deep into my guts. He withdrew and I could feel it dripping out. I tried to hold it in, but it was impossible. There was so much of it. It is hard to put into words how incredible the encounter was, but I felt alive. He made me feel alive.