Scout Bunker left the scouts to spend a year in Europe. That has put him behind other boys his age who have already become Elite Scouts. He almost dropped out all together but when your dad is Scoutmaster Banner, you don’t really want to disappoint, so Bunker has stuck with it. Sometimes he thought maybe he would like to pursue the title of Scoutmaster for himself, but that seemed impossibly far away. Despite his ambivalence, he had proven himself time and time again when it was asked of him by the higher ups to watch over the younger scouts. He had done exactly that just the other night in the tent with Scout Oliver and Scout Zac, taking advantage of the privileges that came with his age and experience. He enjoyed that a lot. Bunker was realizing that his real inclination was to be a top. Being a scoutmaster, or at least an Elite Scout, would make that much more possible. Little did Bunker know that across the campfire someone else was taking notice of his disheveled appearance and waning interest in the scouting life. That someone was Scoutmaster Oz. The man was firmly committed to the scouting ethos and the good effect that it could have on young men, but discipline of oneself, or externally if necessary, was an essential part of it. He had his eyes on the older boy, hoping he wouldn’t have to give some correction to the failing scout, but he was willing to do so, if necessary. If he was being honest, though, the thought of taking the fit young man out in the woods for a “heart-to-heart” made his hefty cock chub up under his uniform. Yes, the boy’s careless habits were something that needed to be addressed first thing tomorrow morning.When Bunker received the request that Oz wanted to see him the next morning, his palms began to sweat. Scoutmaster Oz was committed to recruiting new members to the troop and ensuring that current members stayed on track. If he was asking for one-on-one time, that meant things were pretty serious. He hoped he hadn’t gone too far with his gay outdoor sex adventures on the camping trip. It was easy for him to get carried away, but Scoutmaster Oz wasn’t concerned about that at all.As the morning sunlight trickled through the flaps of his tent, Scout Bunker got up with the rising sun to meet Scoutmaster Oz out on one of the trails they no longer used. The cool, crisp morning was allowing their breath to hang in the air between them as the leaves crunched underneath their feet, the silence between them deafening.Scoutmaster Oz circles the younger scout, examining his uniform from top to bottom, and when he does finally break the silence, it’s to scold Bunker for not having the cleanest clothing even considering that they were out camping. The boy in his red neckerchief, feeling chagrined, nodded in understanding, frustrated that the scoutmaster was able to clock him on anything when he is usually so on top of everything, but he wondered if the scoutmaster had only led him out into the woods just to critique his uniform. When asked to recite his pledge, Bunker puffed up his chest and stood tall and proud, his memory not faltering as he recited every word with confidence.Once again the crunching of the leaves told Bunker that Scoutmaster Oz was circling his body as he stood, still saluting his superior. The younger man’s knees grew weak the moment he felt the scoutmaster’s muscular chest press up against his back, the man’s rough hands grabbing hold of Bunker’s hips and pressing them against his own. That made it perfectly clear to Bunker what the scoutmaster had on his mind.Oz made haste taking Bunker’s shorts off, his firm touch forcing the twunk’s eyes to roll back in his head. The scoutmaster’s fingers unbuttoned Bunker’s uniform with ease, stripping the obedient boy to nothing but his white briefs. Feeling hands on him forced a reaction from the boy’s body, whether he wished it or not. Years in scouting had left him well-trained to the older men’s desires. The underwear left little to the imagination as his swollen cockhead pressed tight against the fabric.Soon enough the submissive scout gets bent over a fallen tree, the bark biting into his hands much like Scoutmaster Oz was biting into his neck at that very moment. Bunker was slowly coming around to the advances from the scoutmaster, even beginning to enjoy the lustful attention he was receiving.Oz complimented the smell of Bunker’s backside before peeling the underwear off completely. Tickling the hairless hole with the scruff on his chin as he got a taste of the submissive scout. His tongue digging into the tight hole, the groans coming from the boy only encouraging him to lather up the bearded boy’s backside.The younger man stared off into the trees, trying to distance himself from what was happening. Like a good obedient scout, though, his body drew him closer to the pleasure. But Bunker was definitely more of a top. Was he allowed to feel good being subordinate? To let the man use his ass and just let himself go along for the ride?The boy didn't have time to finish the thought before a loud moan escaped his lips as Oz’s big cock found and penetrated his tight hole. The boy’s own cock was rock hard as he took Oz’s large member, hugging the tree as his hole was split open.Bunker could feel a layer of the bark barely clinging onto the dead tree separate and wiggle back and forth as the scoutmaster kept his pace steady while thrusting into the boy. Oz threw his boot up on the tree to pound his bottom into oblivion, getting lost in his surroundings and surrendering to the wilderness that was the backdrop for their private session. Bunker was a scout who was very well acquainted with protocol as it was, but Scoutmaster Oz ensured that those lessons sunk in just a little bit deeper this time around.