SCOUT LOGAN Chapter 4 - Stroking With The Scoutmaster

Mere minutes after the others had left Scoutmaster McKeon and I were clambering into his tent and lying down next to each other, gently feeling ourselves up. He undid his belt and zipper and pulled his dick out of his underpants like he was unveiling a precious jewel - which in many ways he was. His dick is so big and beautiful. I slowly uncovered my penis, feeling a little bashful that it wasn't quite as impressive as his, but there was no doubting how rock-hard it was and quite how much pre-cum was oozing out of it. I ended up sucking him before I kissed him. His dick just looked so enticing that I had to get it into my mouth. He grabbed my face and pushed it deep into my throat, then unzipped his shirt and pushed me onto all fours, pulling my butt cheeks apart and eating me out. After a few minutes of mind-blowing rimming, he knelt behind me and lined his dick up with my ass. Then he pushed himself into me and I was suddenly in heaven. He pushed down hard on my head and started to do push-ups into me, thrusting his fingers into my mouth at the same time. And so it continued with him flinging me about, pulling me around, slapping me, twisting my body, biting me, pulling me into crazy contortions and choking me as he found the most intense and most pleasurable ways of rutting me. Then I felt his load tumbling into me - flooding my insides with liquid kinkiness and making me feel utterly alive.