While trying to work on his knots, but with no success, as one of his scoutmasters, I tried to calm him by saying, “You’re good at some things.” Confused, he asked, “Like what?” I told him, “They’d have to make new badges for that.” We kissed, which became more and more sexual, both of us grabbing at each other. I soon had my hands down inside the back of his pants, pulled them down to reveal his perfect round buttocks, running my fingers down his crack, spreading them open. I moved in and rimmed him deep. <\/p>\n
Removing my pants, I hiked one leg up, fully opening myself to him. Zac moved in, sucking me, getting almost half of it in, while rubbing the shank. I draped a leg over his back pulling him in deeper and he was able to take in more. I was proud of him.<\/p>\n
He had me so worked up, horny, I turned him around and slowly pushed in and did not spend time building up, thrusting in deep as he whimpered, and after a few strokes was long dicking him, balls deep, slowly. Considering my length means Zac had to open his second hole immediately. He did. Fucking Zac is an amazing feeling, he’s tight enough to give a man a warm wet glove around his member but loose enough to get through. Adding to that, his ability to open himself deep into his colon is a pleasure afforded to a top by few who even try. <\/p>\n
Zac has a way of stoking my fire, a switch was triggered within me. I began to pound him harder, throwing him the hardest fuck I have ever given a scout boy to date, thrusting my cock in so hard as if I was stabbing him with it. Zac continued to moan his most erotic noises, making me crazy with lust, I thrusted and pounded faster, pausing, then stabbing it in, again he moaned. I repeated that over and over. Finally, I fucked him harder and harder, with his heavenly sounds until a cataclysmic orgasm hit me, breeding him from his colon out to his hole.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
While trying to work on his knots, but with no success, as one of his scoutmasters, I tried to calm him by saying, “You’re good at some things.” Confused, he asked, “Like what?” I told him, “They’d have to make new badges for that.” We kissed, which became more and more sexual, both of us […]<\/p>\n