When Scoutmaster St. Michael asked me to join him on a two-person hike, I was thrilled. As we walked away from the camp—out into the wilderness—I knew my opportunity to have him again had arrived.
We pitched a tent in a clearing in the middle of nowhere. And then we kissed…
It was a gentle, delicate, somewhat tentative kiss, a kiss which felt as though we were both seeking the other one’s permission. It was a kiss which grew with confidence.
We got into the tent and instantly started making out. Scoutmaster St. Michael undressed, uncovering his beautiful, upward-curving dick. He asked if I was gonna give him my ass, so I immediately threw myself down on all fours and let him get to work with his tongue and fingers. VISIT SCOUT BOYS OFFICIAL SITE
