We walked for miles, through the woods and around the big lake, chatting continually. He’s a good kid – confident, intelligent, conscientious – and he thinks big thoughts for his age. He’s quite politically-minded and very into ecology. It was a genuine pleasure to get to know him. Of course, as we walked, I was getting hard-on after hard-on. Sometimes I simply had to look over at him and see his tight uniform clinging to that cute little body of his and my mind would start racing, imagining all the terrible things I was gonna do to him. He kept his cards fairly close to his chest, however. I mean, he was very open and honest, and seemed utterly at ease with me, but I just couldn’t get a sense of whether he was flirting, or at least open to being flirted with.

Of course, I kept searching for spots in the forest which felt like they might be quiet enough to house a bit of hanky-panky, should I manage to get him in the mood. One such place was too good to ignore. It was in a dell, in a small glade, right in the middle of nowhere, way off the beaten-track and surrounded by dense foliage. And by that point there was so much pre-cum in my pants, I figured it was time I knew for certain whether I was gonna get any, or not. It was time to give things a definitive nudge…

I suggested we take a break and we both removed our backpacks. I immediately got a little more personal, asking him whether he was settling in okay and mentioning that I hadn’t really seen him with many boys his own age. A flash of sadness crossed behind his eyes, but he smiled bravely, admitting that he hadn’t really made that many friends since joining our troop. I approached him and played with his neckerchief fondly, telling him he’d be sure to make lots of friends if he just kept on being him. And then, just like that, I saw the spark in his eye. It was a very clear signal; a naughty, lustful flash which gave me absolute permission to pull him in for a kiss.

Seconds later we were full on kissing and my giant hands were roaming freely across his tight little body. I soon had him out of his shirt. The boy has a beautiful torso, dark-skinned and surprisingly muscular for a twink of his slight stature. He knew how to kiss as well. I was certainly not dealing with a first timer. He may well have been kicking off a pretty hefty “butter-wouldn’t-melt” energy, but the boy was a seething mass of hormones who’d undoubtedly already been down this particular path with an older man; possibly even one of the other scoutmasters.

I undid his belt and the fly of his shorts, pausing briefly to check that he was okay before plunging my hand into his underpants to feel his surprisingly large penis, which was now rock hard. I got on my knees and pulled his underpants down, allowing the beast within to burst forth. Frankly, it would have been rude not to service it, so I immediately got my lips wrapped around it, taking it deep into my throat while my tongue danced nimbly up and down its shaft. The boy instantly started to groan and gasp and his legs began to tremble.

I stood up and encouraged him to help me out of my clothes, parting my shirt to show off my six pack. He, of course, seemed far more interested in my hairy chest. I dunno, you spend hours working on your physique at the gym, but all the boys seem to care about is how much of a bear you are! I pushed him to his knees and suggested he do to me exactly what I’d just been doing to him. He eagerly went to work, pulling my pants down and unveiling my rock-hard daddy dick like some sort of prize possession, before giving what can only be described as top-notch head. Young Milo was either a complete slut or an absolute natural. Within seconds he’d swallowed the whole thing and my balls were pressed squarely against his chin. This, he managed to do without gagging. It was deeply impressive – and super horny; the boy was plainly very hungry!

I leaned over and spat on my hand, pushing one of my fat fingers into his tight little hole as he continued to deep throat me. He didn’t pull away or ask me what I was doing. He knew exactly what was going on, and what’s more, he wanted it. I pushed him against a tree and squatted behind him, informing him that I was going to stick my tongue inside his ass, before eating him out real good, grabbing his hard dick as I got into it, and jerking him till he was crying out for my big, dripping dick.

A few minutes later, he got it. I stood up and shoved it into him. It sank into his beautiful butt like a hot knife sinking into butter. Plainly this was not something he’d done often, if ever, before. It certainly caused him a degree of discomfort, but boy it felt good and man was he brave! I was soon rutting like a stag, thrusting into his tight body with almost brutal strokes. His dick remained rock solid throughout with strings of pre-cum running from its tip as I crudely tore his ass apart, my big bare cock mighty deep inside his tender guts.

I managed to lift one of his legs up as I fucked him. The boy is crazy athletic and has a great sense of balance. I took him fast, then slow, hard, then soft. Then I turned him to face me and hooked his legs around my waist, lifting him right off the ground as I banged him.

I realized I was about to shoot my load and told him I was gonna empty out inside him. Seconds later, the spunk literally flew out of my dick, filling him with an intense river of man juice. As I pulled out, it gushed out like a waterfall and I got to my knees, sticking my tongue in to coax even more of it out. And then I pulled him back and held him safe as we kissed and he whimpered. It turns out that there’s still a large part of me that wants to protect him at all costs, even after wrecking him with my dick!