Reinforced Protocols – Colton Fox, Ryan St Michael
Colton is such a good boy. I don’t think I’ve ever met another young man with such a strong work ethic and a mature head on his shoulders. He is also one of the most handsome young men I have ever seen. Blonde, with mischievous blue eyes and a nice, lean body. I coveted him from the moment we met.
It took me a long time to work up the courage to make a move. My head just got in the way, I suppose – just long enough for Scoutmaster Wheeler to barge in and have his naughty way with the boy. I watched them from a distance with a mixture of anger and envy. I saw the change in Colton after his childhood was taken away from him; he began to strut, exuding an air of confidence that made me want him even more.
When I realized that things were cooling down between Wheeler and Colton, I knew my moment had come. Wheeler is nothing more than a player interested in the chase. He’s already looking around to see who else he could stick his dick in. I wanted to show Colton that older men can be trusted and respectful.
Colton and I finally had our moment a few weeks ago – in the woods, after a pretty grueling hike. It was one of the most exciting sexual encounters of my life, and believe me, I’ve been a few blocks over!
The boy had an intense, sensual quality that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Fucking him was a genuine privilege; an experience I knew was destined to become addictive.
The problem is, it’s nearly impossible to find time alone with him; a fact I find increasingly frustrating. I am a Scoutmaster first and foremost, responsible for the welfare and safety of all boys. So it’s totally unacceptable to disappear on a whim when we’re camping, no matter how much I want to do just that.
I did, however, find myself with unexpected alone time with him yesterday. To be honest, I was a little nervous. I was worried that he might have decided to draw a line of separation, or had lost interest after our numerous abortive attempts to run away together.
I really don’t know what came over me, but I suddenly remembered Scoutmaster Wheeler telling me that it all started for him and Colton while he was overseeing the boy’s induction into the Elite Scouts.
Wheeler, of course, gave me a rather smug, step-by-step account of what had happened. I shouldn’t have been excited, but it was all I could think about for weeks! It occurred to me that my time had finally come to do something similar, so I told Colton I needed him to practice the Boy Scout Salute, and while he was doing just that, I started brushing it up.
There’s something deeply inappropriate about a Scoutmaster fondling a boy as he recites the Oath of Honor, but my cock throbbed in my pants. The whole thing worked out so well for Colton too, because he was hard as a rock and shaking with anticipation. I held back as long as I could, teasing him mercilessly, but eventually I just had to press my lips against his and experience the pure joy of being with him.
We dove into a nearby tent. We sat on the floor of the tent and continued to kiss, playfully undressing each other. I couldn’t wait to get his clothes off. Don’t get me wrong, the kid looks pretty hot in his tight uniform, but his soft, smooth flesh feels like the finest silk.
