It was so hot outside that I thought that the cum in my balls would boil but it was still a happy day. While out on a hike, I told Scoutmaster Stone that I wanted to jump into the lake. He made the comment that there had been rumors regarding the addition of outdoor showers, but nothing firm was set. For the fun of it, I opened my canteen, took a gulp and started pouring water down the front of me. Scoutmaster Stone laughed, asking what I was doing. I smiled, looked at him and said, “outdoor shower.” He obviously liked that idea and did the same thing, pouring the water from his canteen down his shirt. Both of us rubbed the other’s wet shirt, but the scoutmaster kept going. Soon he had my shirt unbuttoned, pulling it open, moving down to kiss me. As we were kissing, I reached up and pulled down the zipper on his uniform, both his shirt and pants, realizing he was already hard, and I quickly thought, ‘let the party begin’. Then pulling down his underwear, I got down and was ready to give him a long, good blow job, while smelling his man funk, that great man smell that comes from sweating which is the best aphrodisiac one can get. I sucked him deep and wanted to do more, but from the groans I was receiving from him, I knew he had other plans. The scoutmaster stopped me, pulled down my pants and played with my dick, squeezing it, making it throb even more. He sucked me for a few minutes, but I knew from previous scoutmaster sexual encounters with him, what he really wanted to do was fuck me. Hmmmmm… I had no complaints about that! He turned me around and nudged me to lean forward against the tree to prepare for the fucking I was about to receive. I tightened my hole up to give Scoutmaster Stone some added pleasure about the same time he lined up and pushed in, pumping me at a slow pace and I got to feel his dick even more since he only used spit as lube. It makes the feeling more pronounced and the sparks inside my hole gleam brighter than when a man uses too much lube. Our mating was great but got better when he leaned forward as he pumped, going faster, holding and kissing me. Then as his fucking got faster and his thrusts harder, going balls deep, the lovely, erotic sound of skin slapping began. That slapping sound is music to my ears. By now, we both were sweating ‘like a whore in church’, making it feel a lot more raunchy and fun. As we slap…slap…slap kept fucking he got me so aroused I had an amazing orgasm, shooting a large load. As usual, Scoutmaster Stone’s staying power and cum control was amazing. He can fuck a man for a long time before he hits his summit. I always know when he is getting to the point of no return, and this time was no different, his noises and his cock speak to me as they did then, and he finally blew, shooting me full of his baby batter. Damn, that was raunchy and fun. I wonder which scout or scoutmaster will want to play next.