Scout Dawson

After everyone else had disappeared, Scoutmaster Stone led me into his tent. We finally were together and alone. He didn’t say anything; he just sat down next to me and started to run his huge hands over my body. I immediately started to feel butterflies in my stomach. I was excited and nervous. My heart pounded in my ears.

He began to undress me. I could feel his warm, minty breath tickling the soft hairs on my face. I reached out and fondled his giant, muscular thighs before moving across to the large bulge in his pants.