Description: A good Scout should know how to tie a good knot. And not just one—there are scores of variations, all with different uses and properties. Part of the skill of knot-tying is knowing which one to choose. Passing that knowledge on to the younger generation—which is what I’m doing now in my role as Scoutmaster—feels like protecting an ancient art. I invariably think about the Scoutmasters who helped me to hone my skills in this respect and I can’t help but feel incredibly proud to be associated with this noble organization. It felt right to be instructing young Ethan in this particular craft. He and I have gotten real close over the past few months—and I mean real close. I don’t know if I’d go so far as to say that we were lovers, but we make love as often as we can creep away for some alone time. He’s a stunning boy, and a highly-talented Scout. I feel deeply honored to be opening his beautiful mind to new ideas and sensations. He is gifted in many ways, but as of yet, knot-tying is not in his natural wheelhouse. He’ll get there eventually. Frankly, the longer it takes to master the skill, the more excuses I’ll have to give him one-to-one remedial instruction. He’s used to being good at things without too much effort, though, so it’s easy to see the frustration he feels when his fingers get in a tangle. I like that he takes it so seriously, but his entire body will often tense up through the stress. The other day, I found myself absent-mindedly massaging his shoulders in response and, well, one thing led to another. Before long, I was kissing his stiff little neck and running my hands seductively all over his super-tense torso. Within a few minutes the tightness in his body was dissipating, and heading to a far more appropriate part of his anatomy. We started making out. His lips were velvet-soft and his breath smelled so sweet. Kissing him aroused me in the most intense way. My dick sprang to action and started demanding attention, oozing with pre-cum and leaving embarrassing marks on the front of my tight uniform pants. Whoever thought that beige was a good color for a uniform plainly either didn’t find uniforms sexy, or had never experienced hardcore pre-cum the way I do. I stood behind Ethan and unbuckled his shorts. I casually allowed them to fall to the forest floor, exposing his stunning, peachy ass. I dropped to my knees and started to eat him out, spreading his cheeks with my fingers and getting my tongue deep into his hole until he was yelling and moaning. Just how I like him. Delayed gratification is not really a phrase in my lexicon. Once I’ve started rimming a boy, I want to get my dick inside him pronto. Often, pre-cum and spit is all I need for lube. I dropped my pants and would have fucked him there and then if the boy hadn’t swung around and dutifully knelt down to suck me me. As he looked up at me with those big, innocent blue eyes, I thought, I may have entirely failed in my mission to teach him how to tie knots, but I’ve certainly taught him how to give the most sensational head! If only there was a badge for deep-throating. As he sucked, I unzipped my shirt. The boy had said on many occasions how much he likes my hairy chest, so I figured I’d expose it to get his heart pounding that little bit faster. We’d set up a table in the woods and I pushed him onto it with his legs spread wide apart. By that point I was so horny that the only thing I could think to do was shove my rock-hard dick into him. He let out a low groan of satisfaction as his ass muscles sucked me deep into his body. I pounded him. We didn’t have much time and I needed to shoot my load. His ass really was incredible; the boy has learned how to squeeze me good and tight while I’m in there. I pulled out and leaned against the table, encouraging him to stand in front of me and push himself backwards onto my dick. It’s a position I love. It’s curiously un-intimate, but it gives me a lot of thrusting power and because the boy is standing, he can use his hips and thighs to add further momentum to the ride. The downside is that it’s a position I can’t keep up for very long without wanting to explode. Sure enough, a couple of minutes later, I could feel the semen rising in my balls. I tried to fight the sensation, but I just wanted to nut deep inside his quivering body. And so, I did. I came hard. I hadn’t shot for days, and I overflowed inside him. That precious liquid was gonna be dripping out of him for hours! I doubt it’ll help him focus on tying knots, but… that’s fine, really. I like him when he’s distracted.