The Campsite | SCOUT NATHAN | Chapter 2
scout nathan
Chapter 2
the campsite
​​I’ve always been intrigued by young Nathan. He has an air of extreme innocence and yet there’s an intensity lurking beneath the surface. He’s one of those boys who could as easily be a virgin or he could be a raging slut! Either way, it was certainly clear to me that he was attracted to men. Some of the looks he shot me over the past few months were so intense they made me blush!
I took him on his first trip out into the wilderness last week. I was quite surprised to learn that he’d never been camping before, and even more shocked when he turned up two hours early! Thankfully I was already there; he’d have probably ended up wandering off into the forest, never to be seen again.
Fortunately I’d already ...[Read more]​​I’ve always been intrigued by young Nathan. He has an air of extreme innocence and yet there’s an intensity lurking beneath the surface. He’s one of those boys who could as easily be a virgin or he could be a raging slut! Either way, it was certainly clear to me that he was attracted to men. Some of the looks he shot me over the past few months were so intense they made me blush!
I took him on his first trip out into the wilderness last week. I was quite surprised to learn that he’d never been camping before, and even more shocked when he turned up two hours early! Thankfully I was already there; he’d have probably ended up wandering off into the forest, never to be seen again.
Fortunately I’d already pitched my tent, so I suggested he join me inside for a chat, and… who am I kidding? The moment I saw him, my dick sprang into action. It strained inside my pants in a way that not even the Pope could have ignored.
I knew I was onto a winner—those boys get out into the great unknown and get giddy on all that wild oxygen. Sure enough, within seconds of our climbing into the tent, we were kissing. And lemme tell ya… that boy didn’t kiss like a virgin! His soft, rosy lips were all over mine and his eager little tongue was soon dancing inside of my mouth.
I tore off his shirt and ran my big hands over his smooth, pale chest. I could feel the boy shaking with nerves and exhilaration under my finger tips. He responded to every move I made; shuddering and whimpering. I kissed up and down his body, my lips triggered electric bursts of pleasure which fizzed and crackled across his skin and jolted his dick alive.
I carefully unbuckled his belt and then slowly unzipped his shorts, exposing his throbbing boyhood to the sweet, pine-scented breezes which were gently drifting into the tent. I pushed him backwards, so that his legs were in the air, and slowly ran my tongue over his tight hole, knowing that the hairs from my beard would tickle his thighs and add a whole level of sensuality to his experience.
My dick begged to escape from the cruel, tight prison of my uniform pants. With the click of a button, it sprung free into action. It pointed, throbbed in desperate need into the puckering pocket of pleasure present in front of it. I slowly pushed it into him, creeping, inch by inch towards his stomach. He gasped, momentarily unsure, before his ass opened up like a stunning wild flower. His entire body became covered in goosepimples; ripples of pure rapture engulfed him. His sphincter gripped onto my dick like a vice as my balls banged against his buttocks.
I went harder and he yelled and thrashed his head around like some sort of wounded, ensnared animal, even though it was I who was ensnared in him. From then on, there was no stopping me—the boy was mine and I needed to brand him internally before the rest of the troop started showing up.
Nature took over. I squirted my load deep inside him. My dick exploded like a bomb and a sea of semen leapt into his hole. As we both came down, I told him to get dressed and make himself look presentable, knowing that the fun had only just begun between us…
