BLACK FRIDAY IS HERE - 3 FOR 1 LIFETIME DEAL

Description: My name is Ace Banner and I'm pretty new to these parts. I only recently signed up to become a Scoutmaster, following an entire self-reappraisal of my life. I suddenly realized that I’d spent way too long in the ruthless world of finance, working my freakin’ ass off and making myself utterly miserable. No more. Sure, I had the house, the fancy cars and nice suits, but it all felt meaningless. I did a bunch of soul-searching and realized that the last time I’d felt free and truly happy was in my youth, when I was a Scout. The world seemed so big back then, and so packed with exciting possibilities. The more I thought about those heady, carefree days, the more I longed to reconnect with them. So, I left the job, moved out to the country and started volunteering for my local Scout troop. I’m the happiest I’ve been in years. I take mentoring seriously. The boys in my Troop are like little sponges; they’ll soak pretty much anything up. It’s a big responsibility because, right now, they’re at their most impressionable. The right role model at the right time can make the most incredible difference to a young man’s prospects. I’ll confess: this knowledge has led me to become a little over-involved from time to time. I can get a bit obsessed with the notion of steering a boy in the right direction, but I don’t think I’d be effective if I weren’t passionate about what I do. Take, for example, the case of Young Zack. The boy has frustrated me ever since I first met him. He’s cute as a button and incredibly intelligent, but he’s arrogant, lazy as all hell, and he seems intent on living life in the fast lane without any sense of responsibility. I made the decision to invite him to join the Elite Scouts. I thought the experience might force him to grow up a little and finally start striving to be the best possible version of himself. I called him to my office for the private initiation ceremony, which basically just involves the recitation of a few spoken pledges and the presentation of a special pin. The moment he stepped into the room, though, the boy seemed entirely on edge. I couldn’t work out what on earth had gotten into him. He kept fixing me with an unnerving look which can only be described as intense, sexual heat. It wasn’t the kind of flirty, nervy look I sometimes get from boys who are questioning their sexuality and looking for a harmless father figure. Zack’s glance was dark, intense and almost brooding. It was as though he were daring me to fuck him! The more I tried to ignore the looks, the more extreme they became and, of course, the more extreme they became, the more impossible they were to avoid. The energy coming off him was as enticing as it was seductive, and, as I attached the pin to his shirt, I felt my dick stiffening uncontrollably in my pants. It all happened so fast. One moment I was straightening his neckerchief, and the next I was pulling the pint-sized cutie into me with only one thing on my mind… Of course, the sensible side of my brain was desperately willing myself not to cross the line, but the longer I held him in my arms, the louder my dick seemed to be shouting. Our lips were so close. He was puckering up. He wanted it. I ran my hands up and down his back, still trying to gather enough strength to push him aside and behave like a proper, responsible adult. But… I turned him around, gripped him tightly and pushed my body into his back. I felt my hands unzipping his shirt and exposing his sweet-scented, smooth torso. He was trembling and his hands shook as he tried to fondle me. It was suddenly obvious that the hard, loaded, knowing looks he’d been shooting me were all bluster. The boy may have wanted it badly, but he’d plainly never experienced carnal pleasure. I should have brought things to a halt then and there… but. He turned around and we kissed. Just like that. It was a wet, dirty kiss which made my cock throb violently. I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth and we went at it like desperate, obsessive lovers, hands all over each other while groping, groaning and grinding. We were one heaving, gyrating, messy tangle of body parts. The difference in our size, stature, and rank turned me on all the more. Seconds later he was on his knees, a look of pure wonder smeared across his face as he pulled my rock-hard, 9-inch dick out of my underwear and wrapped his hungry lips around it. For a novice, he gave remarkably good head, able to take my giant meat half way down his little throat. I whispered words of encouragement as the boy’s rampant inner slut began to emerge. I knew I was gonna fuck him and I’m pretty sure the same thought was occurring to him. I slammed him hard against the desk and asked if he was nervous. He didn’t need to answer; I could tell. I told him that I’d take care of him before squatting down and thrusting my tongue as far as I could get it into his tight, trembling hole. He started moaning with profound pleasure. He’d plainly never felt anything like that before. It was a privilege to open him up. Fucking his tiny virgin ass was just about as profound as any sexual experience I’ve ever had. His sphincter muscles gripped me like a clamp as I thrust my dick inside him. It was way too much for him, but he took it like a man. Before long I was pounding him real hard and he was yelling and grunting like the world had just come into color and he finally understood his purpose in life! The more he moaned, the harder I took him. Deep. Merciless. Raw. He sprawled out in front of me on the desk, legs wide, his dripping dick sliding on the well-polished wooden surface. I pushed him onto his back, thrilled to see the alternate looks of pain and deep contentment on his beautiful, innocent face. I did not hold back. Truth be told I couldn’t have held back, even if I’d wanted to! Before I knew it, the boy was shooting his load. The explosion took me entirely by surprise. One second he was casually fiddling with his dick, the next he was spraying his juices all over his heaving stomach. Naturally I pulled out and licked up every last drop of cum before scooping him up into my arms and kissing him desirously. I spat on my dick and thrust it back into him again, banging the boy with the sorts of strokes I knew would take me pretty quickly to orgasm. I shot every last precious drop of semen deep inside him. By the time that load started to drip out of him again, he’d no doubt be ready for round two… and I’d be more than happy to oblige!

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