Scout Grant, Volume 1: Pitching a Tent

After erecting a large tent with help from Scoutmaster Scott we sat on the big bed inside the tent and I asked him what we should do now. The scoutmaster said we could do anything we want, while he placed his hand on my thigh, rubbing it, inching his way upward.

I did not say anything. Instead I smiled, inched closer and we started kissing. Shortly we moved to the bed inside the tent where we continued groping. We took off our shirts and I got on all fours, arching my back, sticking my butt up and out. Scoutmaster Scott slid my shorts down and wasted no time rimming me. This time he went slow, taking his time.