Description: I love being a scoutmaster. There’s nothing like hanging out with young guys to make a man young at heart. Nothing like breeding young tight asses to make a man feel like a man, either. These guys work their way up to the Elite Scouts, and they are eager to wear that pin on their collar, and open to doing almost anything to make the grade. Even letting their scoutmaster slip his cock in their hole. Given that their libidos are running wild at that age, it only takes a little bit of effort and attention to show them what their prostate is made for. I mean, if men weren’t supposed to fuck boys, why does it feel so good. The Greeks knew what they were talking about when they said a twenty-year-old man is the most beautiful thing on earth. At the best of times, they have that perfect blend of youthful exuberance balanced with budding virility. They look at you with that innocent admiration that makes you feel ten feet tall, and yet they are independent enough that being charismatic enough to seduce them into giving up their body for your pleasure means something. It was the bitter-sweet early evening on the final day of our last summer campout. I had purposely dithered about loading the last of the equipment, and Grant ‘generously’ volunteered to stay behind and help. Needless to say, the other scoutmasters knew what was up and didn’t offer to stay. I promised to drop Grant off at his house when we both got back to town. I have to admit, it gets me hard watching him walk up his front walk headed in to meet his parents, who have no idea their son’s hole is still sore and tingling from our last fuck, and my cum is in his guts. They just think he really loves camping and hanging with his friends. Both of us knew that loading a few boxes and making sure the fire was out was not the reason we were there. It wouldn’t be the first time I fucked Grant that weekend, but it was most likely one of our last few chances for some private time before the weather warmed up next spring. The scoutmasters usually tried to schedule one winter campout. Surviving in the wilderness, and all that. Yeah, right! Not many of the boys are up for that. There is also a general understanding that surviving harsh weather isn’t the actual point of that campout, anyway. The best way to survive near freezing temperatures is staying in a tent with a buddy to keep you warm. In a good year, that means one scout per scoutmaster, although I can handle two scouts if I need to, and there are a few slutty scouts who don’t mind being shared. We can’t do that every other weekend, though, and that was months away. Grant and I have a special connection. For many of the new Elite Scouts, their pledge ceremony is an unexpected, but ultimately very welcome introduction to a level of male intimacy they never imagined. For others, it is a surprising chance to liberate desires they’ve never expressed. Grant was one of those boys. Later, he told me that he had even had guilty fantasies about me. I didn’t know that when I performed his pledge ceremony. I just knew that he was a very handsome boy, and I was the very lucky man that was going to take his cherry and hopefully turn him into a horny, hungry fuck boy. Needless to say, that was easier than I imagined. A boy’s first time is something he won't forget, but taking Grant was something I won't forget, either. So there we were, sitting on a blanket covered log bench that, not by accident, was the perfect height for fucking. Even after all of the time we’ve spent together, and knowing that Grant wants this at least as much as I do, he’s still shy about initiating things. I can’t help myself. Sometimes I hold back and just let him squirm, like a puppy with a dog biscuit balanced on his nose. I can’t hold out long, though, and soon we are kissing. Not long after that, I’ve got his shirt off, and he’s on his knees getting the bone he wanted so badly. Damn, he knows how to suck a dick. There is nothing cuter than a naked scout wearing nothing but a neckerchief and his hat tilted back on his head. Then it’s his turn. I’ve never experienced it myself, but I can see that a bristly mustache rubbing between his cheeks drives him wild. As for me, his sweet hole drives me wild. I lick and tongue fuck him until the ache in my balls is unbearable. Every time my cock slides into his hole is just like the first time all over again, except this time I don’t have to go slow because I know what he can take, and he knows he’s going to get it.

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