Tying Knots – Colton Fox, Michael Flex
I guess you could say my sexual initiation came at the hands of Scoutmaster Wheeler. For a while in early summer, we couldn’t get enough of each other. He was my first and he took his role incredibly seriously, teaching me everything I needed to know about sex – and more! He was also a gentleman. He grabbed everything at the speed I needed it to and, as a result, I never felt out of my mind or uncomfortable. Loved our time together…
In the end, we had to take a step back. It was all very intense and was messing with my head. I still miss him, of course, but I’m also young and I need to get out and start living my life.
Without wanting to sound like a tragic cliché, there is another Scoutmaster I have a crush on. Talk about having a type! I’ve been trying to fight the feelings I’m developing for him, but it seems the more I try to avoid him, the closer we get to each other. Life can be funny like that, can’t it? Anyway, Scoutmaster St. Michael is tall, blond and very strong and has an incredibly sexy southern drawl. He’s insanely practical in a really cool way. He can light a fire with the wettest leaves, open food cans with rocks, lasso something ten feet away. I often found myself looking at him in awe. I kept having to tell myself that he clearly isn’t gay and even if he was, that he wouldn’t be interested in a runt like me…head spin. It was the same kind of look Scoutmaster Wheeler used to give me when he was horny and wanted me to follow him into the woods. And it got me so hard.
So yesterday, Scoutmaster St. Michael took me into the woods to show me how to hang a hammock. For the record, it’s a series of overcomplicated knots that I’ll never remember, but he looked pleased with me.
And then, just like that, it suddenly started. To be honest, it’s all a dream blur. Our eyes met, he moved a little closer to me, and then we were making out. I remember two thoughts that occurred to me. The first was how surprisingly soft his lips were. I could have kissed him forever. And the other was how amazing he smelled! We’d just spent about an hour dragging pieces of tarp and rope through a forest and yet he smelled so fresh and clean…and male.
The next thing I knew, he was pulling my pants down and running his huge, manly hands over my rock hard cock. We weren’t that far from camp, so I was trying to be really quiet, but everything he did seemed to have me panting uncontrollably.
I remember him dropping to his knees and taking off his hat so he could suck my cock more efficiently. Then I remember looking down and seeing him looking at me, almost like he was looking for my approval, and I thought how incredibly hot that was.
I was taken aback by the size of his cock and the way it kind of curved upwards. He tasted so good and felt so hard in my mouth, like a big veiny block of marble. My greatest desire was to impress you. I wanted to give him the best head of his life…
He pushed me back against the big tree to which we’d attached the hammock and bent down, using his tongue to prepare me for penetration. I have absolutely no idea what he was doing down there, but it nearly made me come on the spot. At one point, I felt as if waves of pure pleasure were going up and down my body.
Then he got up, unzipped his shirt, uncovered the seriously sexy rug on his chest, and told me to lie down on the hammock. I remember wondering if he had taken me into the woods to show me how to attach a hammock to a tree just so he could fuck me in it, or if he was just going with the flow. I kind of liked the first thought, but they were both hot as hell.
He positioned me so that I was on my back with my ass hanging over the edge, seemingly at exactly the right height for his cock, which was certainly no coincidence.
He certainly was inside my ass really fast, and, let me tell you, his cock felt so good. My hole just gaped open for him. I felt like I had gone to heaven, just looking at him as he pounded into me, a look of deep concentration on his face that periodically turned to absolute pleasure. At one stage, he slowly took off my socks. It sounds so innocuous, but it felt so seductive and intimate, especially when he placed an affectionate kiss on my bare foot.
I pushed myself the whole time. I just needed to touch myself on the outside because my insides were being massaged spectacularly.
I could have gone on like this forever. We were just locked in this magical space… intertwined, intertwined, like a living, breathing, orgasmic being. he decreased the rhythm and I assumed he was trying to stop himself from coming, but it was too much and I suddenly felt semen rising from deep inside my body and then flying frantically out of the tip of my penis.
