Exhausted, I fell back on my cot and relived the last few hours.
Yesterday, I had my pinning ceremony as a member of the Elite Scouts with Scoutmaster Stone, saw my first adult erection, sucked my first dick, had my cock sucked and got fucked for the first time by Scoutmaster Stone until he dumped his Scoutmaster seed into my newly devirginized butthole. Then today, within minutes of being introduced to my new tent mate, Milo, I was riding his extremely large cock raw until he exploded inside me. And, surprisingly, during both of these life-altering and new experiences, my cap never once became askew.
I woke from my memories and realized that I was laying here in a flimsy tent, rock-hard, again, and slowly stroking with one hand, while my other was between my legs, examining how tender I was down there, coating my fingers in the load of cum dripping out of me. Normally, I have an averse reaction to things that leave a sticky residue, but I couldn’t keep my fingers out of my slimy flooded butt! What would a fellow scout say if they came in and caught me wearing only my hiking socks and cap, fingering myself and jerking off? A frightening thought, but one I think I might enjoy!
I stood from my cot and gathered my clothes. As I pulled up my shorts, Scoutmaster Stryker entered my tent. I noticed him watching me rather closely as I buttoned my shirt and tucked it into my open shorts. Feeling his eyes on me was making me nervous but given how I was thrown into the deep end of the sexual experiences pool over the last day, I was not sure if the nervous feeling was of unease or excitement. He told me that we were going to hit the trail to start working on my advanced hiking merit badge. I grabbed my backpack and filled up my canteen and followed him as we left camp.
I was so “busy” this morning, I hadn’t realized what a beautiful day it had turned out to be. The temperature was perfect, the sun was shining through the leaves, creating dancing shadows on the path and all around us you could hear furry woodland creatures foraging. It felt like nature was happy for me, welcoming another soul into their sexual awakening.
I was going through my mental checklist and making notes in case Scoutmaster Stryker started testing me on things like hiking hazards or first aid. We were trekking along and making good time, until we hit the trail’s incline. I started to feel lightheaded, and my muscles started seizing up. I knew I should rest for a while and rehydrate but wanted to impress the Scoutmaster. I only made it a few steps before I fell against a tree and declared defeat.
Scoutmaster Stryker saw that I had stopped and turned around to check on me.
While catching my breath, I looked up at him and apologized. “Sorry.”
“No need to apologize. You’re doing great” he said, as he put a hand on my shoulder and helped me remove my pack. When he returned, he stood even closer to me. I thought he was doing that in case I started to pass out but he kept getting closer, and the next thing I knew, he was kissing me.
I instinctively reached down and started rubbing his growing bulge. Once I found the zipper, I pulled out his still growing cock, encased in his white briefs. I wanted a closer look, so I dropped to my knees and began rubbing my face on the sweaty fabric, breathing in the scoutmaster. I released his erection, wrapping my hand around the girthy member and began stroking it. I studied the color, shape of the head and size of the pissing slit before opening my mouth and tasting my third cock of the day. With this massive cock in my mouth, I looked up at the man feeding me. Past the cum-gutters, six-pack and muscular pecs there is the scruff-covered face emoting a complexity of expressions.
Scoutmaster Stryker withdrew himself from my lips and stood me up. He removed my shorts and briefs, playing with my dick and massaging my balls at the same time. I turned and faced the tree behind us. I presented my peach fuzz covered cheeks to him. He pulled my butt apart and began licking my hole. My cock dripped with pre-cum while his tongue was inside of me. I wondered if he could tell I was fucked earlier today. Could he taste Scoutmaster Stone or Milo’s cum inside of me?
“Are you ready?” he asked me. His cock already pressing against my spit drenched boyhole. I nodded without saying a word. I may be new to all of this, but it feels like I am exactly where I am supposed to be. Like I was born to be a bottom for him. For any man. Taking cock. Pleasing tops that need a place to pump their cum into. Accepting it. Accepting them. Anytime. Anywhere.
With one hand on the tree and another jerking my cock, he pressed into me. Oh! My! God! I didn’t know if I was still lightheaded from being dehydrated or if I was seeing stars because Scoutmaster Stryker was large, thick and knew how to open me up. DARN! He was stretching my butt and it will be unrecognizable when he is through. The way he rhythmically moved his hips pulling his rod almost completely out of me and then pushing it in further than he was before, felt like waves crashing all over my body. His large, rough hands wrapped completely around my waist, holding me still while his dick burrows deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper.
“Do you want more?” he asked me.
“YES PLEASE!”
Words can’t describe how amazing I feel. I’m in the middle of a forest being dicked by my scoutmaster. I close my eyes and focus my attention on all the sounds around me. There are leaves rustling, birds singing, the sound of our sweaty skin smacking against each other as he hammers away at my backside. My thoughts are interrupted when Scoutmaster Stryker says he is close. His fingernails dig into my skin as he starts to release inside of me. I grab the tree and hold on tight as he packs my hole full with his cum.
He pulls out. My skin tingled. I am speechless.
I hope every day of camp is like this!
