Scoutmaster Legrand and I have been pretty good friends for some time.

It’s no secret that both of us are into each other. In fact, we’ve discussed it quite openly. And I know for a fact that he’s banged a few scouts in his time. And he knows I’ve had my fair share of horny action when the flashlights go out in the tents at night! On one particular occasion, we went bird watching for an afternoon. Legrand stood up to take a p*ss. He sort of turned around to face a tree, so I instinctively started to look in the opposite direction. But then I had this unbelievable desire to see his d*ck...

I was surprised and quite excited to see that he was semi-hard. I don’t know what came over me, but, bold as brass, I walked up to him and grabbed his massive d*ck with my hand.

G*d, I loved the feel of his c*ck. I was instantly overcome by some sort of sexualized adrenaline. And before I had time to work out what the hell was happening, he’d pushed me up against a tree and was unbuckling my belt, unzipping my fly, and pulling my d*ck out of my underwear. And then we were kissing passionately, rock solid c*cks pressing against each other, desperate to move things on to the next level.

He unrolled a ground mat and told me to get on my knees to suck him off! I got busy sucking his d*ck but suddenly had this bizarre sensation that we were being watched.

You know that feeling? You think you see something out of the corner of your eye but when you look again, it’s not there. I glanced up at Scoutmaster Legrand to see if he was sensing it too, but he seemed very relaxed, so I carried on, trying to get as much of it in my mouth as possible!

Then he stood me up against the tree. Obviously I knew what was coming, and I was totally into the idea of feeling that meaty beast inside me. That said, I was pretty nervous as well.

I’d never taken a d*ck that large before and the idea of having it rammed up me in the middle of a forest was daunting to say the least! My heart started pounding when I heard him spitting on his d*ck before stroking his helmet over my h*le.

And then he started to push himself inside. It was excruciatingly painful, yet, at the same time, utterly ecstatic! It felt like he was driving some sort of metal drainpipe into my *ss, but, in a weird sort of way, the sensation felt right. I gritted my teeth and focussed on staying relaxed until the p*in started to subside, replaced by wave after wave of intense pleasure.

Just as my mind had started drifting off into some crazy fuzzy pool of euphoria, Scoutmaster Legrand started to thrust himself real hard and deep into me. It actually made me scream. He told me to be quiet. We didn’t want people to hear. And, of course, him saying that suddenly made me paranoid again, and the sensation that we were being watched returned.

Anyway, I buttoned my lips, grabbed hold of the tree and focussed real hard on not yelling out, even though every muscle of my body was telling me to do exactly that as Legrand grunted like a horny stag and pounded me relentlessly. Man, it was intense! He was so far inside me.

Then he told me he was close and asked if I wanted him to pump me full of c*m. I couldn’t think of anything I’ve wanted more in my life. Of course, at that point, his strokes sped up and got a whole heap harder and more frenzied.

I must have started yelling again. My head was spinning. I kind of lost control of my body. Then I felt the scoutmaster’s spunk squirting into me. He must have c*m real hard because I could feel his d*ck contracting and expanding and the juices gushing everywhere.

He stayed inside me for a moment - enough time for another blast of paranoia to catch me off guard.

As the last few drops of s*men left his d*ck, I could have sworn he was looking into the trees in front of us, and when I followed his gaze, I’m sure I saw a figure scuttling away. I have no idea what it was, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a whooping crane!

Birdwatching