Description: ​​What happened with Scoutmaster Stone utterly blew my mind. There are almost no words to describe how it made me feel, both in the moment and, frankly, ever since. I feel about fifty feet tall - like I’ve been let in on an incredible secret and been given the key to an amazing new world. The only trouble is that I’m now hooked. I felt sensations I had no idea it was possible to feel and I want to feel them again. Again and again… The problem is that I just don’t know how to go about making that happen. There is, of course, no way I’m ever going to go back to Scoutmaster Stone to tell him that I want more. That would be way too embarrassing. What if he says no? What if what happened was merely part of my initiation into the Elite Scouts? So the big issue is that, for the last month, I’ve felt utterly frustrated and, as a result, have been re-living the encounter repeatedly in my mind while tugging hard on my dick - which is not all that easy to do when you’re sharing a tent. Speaking of which, a few nights ago there was a whole thing in the camp when two of the scouts were caught with a bottle of whiskey in their tent. The whole situation was very unfortunate; one of the boys was sent home and then, as punishment, the rest of us were told we were going to be split up from our usual tent buddies in order to “get to know scouts we’d never really spoken to" (basically, they put all the naughty scouts in tents with the well-behaved ones!) To be honest, I wasn’t all that concerned. I like meeting new people, and never really got along too well with the guy I’d been sharing with up to that point. Even so, I was a little nervous to meet the new guy. What if he was even more of a meat-head than the last one? I sat in my allotted tent twiddling my thumbs while hoping desperately that my new buddy wasn’t gonna be a dick. I heard a rustling outside, and a guy called Milo poked his head in. I’d seen him about and always thought he looked kinda cool. He’s got loads of friends, he smiles a lot and he wears these big glasses which make him look like he might just have read a book or two in his life. He sat down opposite me in the tent. My first observation was that his skin looked like the smoothest caramel and that I probably looked like a bottle of milk to him. We tried to get to know each other by asking questions and making small talk, but it all felt a bit stiff. I don’t know why I suddenly lost the ability to string a sentence together, but I just found myself staring into his big brown eyes and losing my train of thought. He asked if I was new and I said that I was. Then he asked if I was nervous and I nodded. Then he took his glasses off and I realized that my heart had leapt into my mouth. There was something about the way that he was looking at me which made me wonder whether he was somehow into me and my dick immediately responded by getting rock hard; a sensation which trebled in intensity when he came and sat next to me on my bed and squeezed my knee fondly, telling me that he’d look after me and make sure I was okay. I mean, I was utterly grateful to have his friendship, I already knew that he was someone I could get along with, but that touch was laden with way more than platonic promise. When he then told me that he’d show me the ropes, I became convinced… He held my gaze and a bolt of electricity seemed to shoot between us. I kept thinking that I mustn’t look away. I mustn’t break the magic. He kept his hand on my knee and before I knew it our heads were very slowly drifting towards each other, like we were being drawn together by an invisible piece of string which was somehow getting shorter and shorter. And then, just like that, we were kissing. His lips were a beautiful shape, really full and round, and it felt incredible to touch them with mine. Before long we were all over each other, properly making out, our hands running up and down each other’s bodies as we gently and intimately got to know one another. It was a very different experience to Scoutmaster Stone who’d been a lot more dominant and confident and had fully controlled the pace of our encounter. Milo took my hand, however, and pushed it between his legs, encouraging me to hold his huge bulge which he eventually asked if I wanted to see. I nodded and he undid his belt and pulled his shorts down before allowing it to bounce out of his underpants. It was huge! Milo is not a tall person, so I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t a beast like that. I grabbed it and began to jerk it and then we started kissing again with a lot more passion. Milo asked if I wanted to suck him and the answer was very definitely yes. For some reason I was still as nervous as hell, but I couldn’t wait to get it into my mouth. I liked that he was taking the lead. I tried to take it all the way into my throat and the more I did that, the more he seemed to gasp and moan with pleasure. He was enjoying what I was doing and that made me feel special. He then asked me if he could see my dick, so I tentatively pulled my shorts down, exposing it in all of its erect glory. He instantly started to give me a blow job which felt truly, and I mean truly, incredible. Milo was by no means a first timer. This boy knew exactly what he was doing and had plainly had many other guys. The thought excited me enormously. He whispered in my ear, telling me to bend over. I knew he wanted to fuck me and didn’t need to be asked twice. If what he was about to do felt half as good as Scoutmaster Stone, I was in for a treat. I squatted on all fours and presented my ass to him, glancing behind me to see his penis twitching excitedly in all directions almost as though it had a mind of its own. Seconds later, Milo pressed his mouth against my butt and licked my hole until it was twitching uncontrollably, desperate to welcome his cock. He gently lined himself behind me, removing his shirt, then my shirt, then kissing my neck until the moment arrived. He asked if I was sure. I nodded. Then he pushed his monster into me. It took a moment or two to get used to, that’s for certain. To begin with I thought I was going to have to tell him to stop, but I persevered until the pain subsided and was replaced by intense pleasure - a pleasure which seemed to increase every time he pushed into me until all I could think of was how much I wanted him, how right it felt that our bodies had become interwoven and that, if we were now tent buddies, this could happen again and again. He changed positions, squatting behind me and plowing into me like that, fucking me harder and harder until the waves of ecstasy started rippling, and then surging, through my body. He withdrew, then laid back on the bed asking if I wanted to sit on his cock. I did as asked, closing my eyes with elation as I lowered myself onto him. I bobbed up and down on him happily, feeling his dick creeping further and further inside while jerking my own, which was so hard I thought it was going to burst. Milo was soon yelling, telling me that he was getting close and then, all of a sudden, I felt him exploding deep inside me. He must have come a huge amount. I could feel it gushing into me and, when he finally withdrew, it surged out of me like a big frothy mountain stream. I was hooked.

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