My name is Scoutmaster Barrett, and I became a scout leader last year. Going back into the organization was always something I wanted to do. The scouts were a huge part of my younger years and some of my most formative experiences played out underneath the giant sky. I guess I wanted to recreate some of the adventures which had been so exciting for me in my youth, and ensure a new generation of young men had their eyes opened to more than just a sedentary world of computer games. One of the issues I’ve encountered in my new leadership role is my inability to entirely distance myself from the boys. The moment I put the uniform on, I find myself instantly transported back to my youth. Instead of feeling like a figure of authority, I just want to be part of the gang again. It’s more fun somehow. It makes me feel optimistic and I get the same old crazy kick from breaking the rules and naughtily staying up talking all night. I have to keep telling myself that the rules are there for a purpose and that I’m the guy who now has to enforce them! The biggest issue is suddenly remembering what a walking hormone I was during my years in the scouts. A sudden gust of wind was seemingly all it took to get my dick uncontrollably hard and I used to have the biggest crushes on the scoutmasters. Clearly my feelings were mostly one-sided, and of course nothing ever happened, except in my dreams, but there was one slightly younger leader who used to look at me in a way which made me giddy. I often wonder what would have happened if I’d been brave enough to make a move, or better still, if fate had thrown us together in a situation where we were alone for a long period of time. I used to have this fantasy of getting lost in the wilderness with him. It always got pretty steamy, despite my not having a clue what any of the things I was imagining doing with him would feel like in practise! In reality, all of my early sexual experiences were mediocre to say the least. I did a lot of fumbling about with boys my age, none of whom had any more sense of what was happening than I did. If only that Scoutmaster had taken me under his wing… All that stuff was whizzing around in the back of my mind when Ethan Tate joined the troop. Despite being the new boy, he instantly came across as more mature both physically and mentally than the other boys. He’d regularly seek the company of the scoutmasters and never seemed to be particularly interested in making friends with boys his own age. He intrigued me, and, of course, the more I looked at him, the more he seemed to look at me, and I rapidly started to get the sense that there was more than just friendliness in his eyes. It got pretty intense pretty quick. I’d catch him looking at me almost constantly. To begin with, when I glanced back, he’d instantly blush and look away, but, as time went on, he’d start to hold my gaze and I’d see the lustful thoughts flashing about behind his eyes. Sometimes the entire troop would be sitting in a big circle and I’d realize he was mirroring my movements. I’d casually rest my hand on my crotch and he’d subtly do the same thing. I’d run my finger up and down my thigh really slowly, and he’d follow suit a few seconds later. It was intoxicating. Then we started to talk in a kind of code. Every time we were alone for a few minutes, we’d talk about the idea of having some proper adult time together. I’d tell him there were things I wanted to show him, things he needed to learn and he’d knowingly nod and tell me he wanted me to teach him. And then fate moved in by giving us an afternoon alone together… We went and sat in my tent, real close to each other. We made small talk for a while and then I asked if he was ready. He said he was, so I told him what was about to happen needed to remain a complete secret. He nodded in agreement, plainly unable to speak because his heart was beating so fast. I ran my hand seductively over his knee just to make sure we were both on the same page, and when he didn’t flinch, I moved in for a kiss. He was plainly desperately nervous and it instantly became clear that we were already in new territory for him. The boy was obviously as pure as pure could be and I had the great honor and responsibility of giving him his first true sexual experience. The thought made what we were doing all the more erotic. I pressed my lips against his. My bearded face brushed against his soft, smooth cheek. We kissed tenderly. He took to it like a duck to water and followed my lead like a good scout. I undid his shirt and started to get us both naked. We were like yin and yang. His smooth, porcelain white skin seemed like the perfect bed-fellow for my heavily hairy body. I wanted to touch every inch of him. I wanted him to feel the overwhelming pleasure of an experienced man’s touch. I knew I was going to be able to take things as far as I wanted, and, as my fingers made contact with his ass for the first time, I found myself wondering if this was the right time to take his virginity. I pulled his underpants down and was astounded by the size and shape of his dick. There must have been nine inches down there to play with and it was heavily curved in a way that excited me beyond words. I got him lying on his front and started to eat him out. He tasted like nectar. I allowed my tongue to run between his cheeks and then pushed it deep into his hole. His breathing instantly became heavy, and within seconds, he was panting and gasping, his entire back suddenly covered in thousands of goosebumps. I spat onto my hand and pushed a finger into his ass, which seemed to slide in without too much issue. I felt a sort of rush passing through my body which told me that the moment had arrived. This boy was about to become a man! My cock was suddenly rock hard at the thought and I found myself pulling his ass cheeks apart and lining it up with his tight little hole. I took things real slow as much to protect him as to savor the very special moment. Fucking the boy was a very beautiful thing. I took him initially from behind and my dick seemed to glide in and out of him like it had been tailor-made for his tight little body. He was biting his lip a little, but the groans he was uttering suggested he was experiencing sensations which were nearer to pleasure than pain. It was certainly unrelentingly pleasurable for me! I got him onto his back so that I could look down at his perfect face and see the effect I was having on him. It felt so wonderful to be giving him his first experience. The pre-cum was flying out of his dick, leaving sticky pools of lust on his belly and coating his hand in a thin, glossy film. I thought about my own Scoutmaster back in the day, wondering how different things would have been if we’d been able to do the same thing. The idea made me go harder and I grabbed Ethan’s big dick as I fucked him. I could sense I was getting close and just as the semen started to rise, I felt him gripping my dick with his ass muscles for the first time. The sensation immediately tipped me over the edge. Cum exploded from my dick and gushed deep into his belly in a fountain of pure ecstasy. This was a moment neither of us would ever be able to forget.
