My name is Jax and I recently became a Scoutmaster. It’s something I’ve wanted to do for quite some time and, a few months ago, I finally took the plunge. The Scouts were a massive part of my life when I was a boy. I lived for the adventures, the endless summer nights under the stars, the ghost stories, the camaraderie… Working a nine-to-five can be utterly soul-destroying, and, in more recent years, when things started to feel particularly mundane, I’d often find myself thinking about those old days, wishing I could feel alive like that again, longing to reconnect with that joyful feeling of spontaneity and discovery. I went to my first camp as an official Scoutmaster quite recently, and all of those emotions came flooding back. I remember putting my uniform on for the first time, staring at myself in a mirror and wondering if the boys would feel the same sense of awe when they looked at me as I’d felt when I looked at my Scoutmasters. That overwhelming desire to impress… One of the lads, Marcus, was so much like me when I started; wide-eyed, eager to learn, cute as a button. I found myself increasingly drawn to him and took every opportunity to sidle over for a chat. Then I found myself starting to plan tasks which meant we got to be alone together. I felt incredibly protective towards him to begin with, but, one night, I had a profoundly erotic dream about him. And from then on, all I could think about was how it would feel to get my hands on his little ass! These are, of course, the sorts of thoughts which need to be suppressed at all costs! Sadly, fate has a way of stirring the proverbial hornets’ nest, and a couple of days after having the dream, the two of us were sent to prepare camp while the others went on a hike. I was trying to behave myself, so kept the chat down to a minimum, but that meant we worked pretty speedily and had the tents up long before the others were due to return. We sat down in one of the tents, and I found myself, entirely on auto-pilot, straightening his neckerchief, which was looking a little loose and messy. I guess it was a fairly tender moment, but I was utterly astonished when he leant towards me and tried to kiss me. I immediately pushed him away – more out of shock. It was so unexpected. I mean, the boy looks so innocent, why’s he trying to kiss his Scoutmaster? Obviously I told him how inappropriate he was being. It’s vital to immediately establish boundaries in these kinds of embarrassing circumstances. Well that’s what the training manual says… Then he came out with it and told me the other scoutmasters did it. For a while I couldn’t work out how to respond – or even comprehend what he was trying to tell me. Could it really be that this boy had made out with another Scoutmaster? Of course then, when he told me it was Dietrich who he’d been playing around with, everything suddenly made sense! That tall hunk of man meat, Dietrich is plainly in heat 24/7 and, if I’m brutally honest, it would be hard for anyone to turn him down. But the idea of a young lad getting caught up in a whole thing with him is unthinkable… And I told him so… Marcus, of course, immediately turned the heat up another notch by telling me that if he wasn’t allowed to be with Dietrich, he’d like to be with me. I could feel my face going bright red – probably as much out of shame because I could also feel my dick hardening. The boy was relentlessly flirty, I kept thinking about the dream and then, of course, I couldn’t get the image of him with Dietrich out of my head… I made him promise that no one would find out… especially not Dietrich. He promised. I believed him. He lurched forward for another kiss and this time I allowed it. Jeez, I must be mad! Of course, it instantly felt amazing; those soft, warm lips pressed against mine, our tongues dancing around each other in slippery circles, my hand running up and down his tight, youthful torso. I kept feeling these pangs of doom and fear, and, despite knowing the others weren’t due back for ages, I repeatedly found myself looking out of the tent to check no one was around. Then I just sunk my tongue further into his mouth, flung him on his back, ripped down his shorts and got my lips wrapped around his rock hard dick. If I’d doubted that he’d been with Dietrich up until that point, I didn’t need to doubt any longer. Marcus knew exactly what he was doing. He’d plainly been with an experienced man. His hand went straight for my groin, and, as I sucked him, he squeezed my bulge. I imagined Dietrich’s lips pleasuring the boy. The thought made my dick bounce! I got his clothes off and my pants down pretty speedily and he went straight to work on my dick. I’ll confess that him keeping his neckerchief on added a certain level of unexpected pleasure. Sometimes, you just gotta embrace the taboo, and man that boy gave great head! It felt so wrong but so fucking right at the same time. I kept thinking we needed to call it a day, that I should put my clothes back on and pretend nothing had happened… but then he’d do something else which blew my mind, and all I could think about was fucking him. I pushed him onto all fours and got his pert little ass good and wet and ready for the mega-fucking I wanted to deliver. He was so tight and little and he was moaning like a hungry slut as my tongue bobbed in and out of his hole. I got my finger up there and started to massage his prostate. I took the opportunity to ask if he’d done anything else with Dietrich, knowing what the answer was going to be. Dirty Dietrich would have plowed the boy good and proper, and sure enough, Marcus admitted that Dietrich had “put it in” him. The thought made me wanna sink my cock in his ass there and then. Maybe I should have felt a bit disappointed that Dietrich had beaten me to the cherry, but I loved the idea and even started imagining a three way… I spat on my dick, lined it up with the boy’s hole, told him to breathe deeply and pushed into him – uncovered. It slipped in remarkably easily. Dietrich must have properly opened him up. I went gently to begin with, slowly grinding my dick into him, then started to pick up the pace as the horniness of the situation took over. I pulled him back into me and started laughing really hard. I put my hand over his mouth to stop him from making any noises which might have aroused suspicion and kept an eye open for people, but the riskiness of the situation had become intoxicating. I pulled out, spun him around and tossed him onto his back so I could go in from the front, and look down into those beautiful, innocent eyes. He was moaning at me not to stop and actually thanking me for doing him.. I went faster and faster, and started to kiss him at the same time. It was overwhelming to be honest. I was so far up there. I couldn’t work out how he was managing to take it so hard. I started banging like a stag in heat and decided the only option was to blast a load inside him – probably just like Dietrich had. I wanted to fill the little boy up with my cum, so I shoved my hand in his mouth and shot a huge load deep in his guts…
