Scoutmaster

I had a happy upbringing, and both my parents were very loving. I gravitated toward my mother, and always felt my lack of boyishness disturb my father. Instead of sports, I gravitated to the theatrical side of school activities. My father always attended these events and was complimentary of my performances, but I could tell he was not entirely happy.

On my sixteenth birthday, before the guests arrived, my father sat me down in our lounge and presented me with a large gift box.

“Before you open this, just hang on because we are awaiting the arrival of your explanation for this gift,” dad explained.

As I sat perplexed, our doorbell rang.

After my father opened the door, a Neanderthal creature followed him into the lounge. Not only did he have the most abundant beard I had ever seen, but also, the arms extending from his short-sleeved shirt look apelike. In the abundance of all this hair, the top of his head was bald. His eyebrows looked like hairy caterpillars. As he smiled at me, his big teeth got curtained by a moustache that almost covered his thick lips. Worst of all, as he sat, he placed his thick hands on his knees. All his knuckles fingers looked like fat furry worms. Despite his pleasant demeanour, he was bordering on grotesque.

“Open your gift,” my father now announced.

As I did so, the khaki contents perplexed me.

“You know, Kenny, I have always supported you in all your activities. Now, I would like you to try something I recommend. This person is Scoutmaster Billy, and for the next three months, I want you to give scouting a crack. We have to try new things, and getting in touch with nature is very healthy for human beings,” my dad declared.

‘Are you fuckin’ kidding,’ I thought to myself looking at two smiley faces. As sat observing the two men, my resolve reluctantly weakened. After all my dad had done for me, the least I could do was to adhere to his wish.

Half-heartedly, I acquiesced.

“Cool, I’ll pick up next Saturday,” Billy quickly responded.

‘I can’t wait,’ I grudgingly thought, contemplating a weekend of hell with the subspecies.

The yeti left soon after, to my delight.

I did not look at the dreaded khaki menace until Friday evening. To my amazement, it fitted no doubt thanks to my mom. As I thought about my father’s three-month appeal, I was sure I would be able to reduce the sentence.

The following Saturday morning, as the ‘prison’ truck arrived on time, I soon myself in the company of guys I had always gone to great lengths to avoid at school. They were all nature lovers. Callously, I had always believed that if a wild animal wanted its skin so badly, it should have run faster.

With the Neanderthal driving the bus, I listened to corny songs strummed by a useless guitarist who could not hold a note. Slumped in the back, I thought my life had ended. 

The worst was soon to follow when we reached our destination. As our pedestrian accommodation had got erected to my horror, I learned that the sasquatch scoutmaster and I would be sharing a tent. 

My only relief was that there was an ablution area with flushing toilets.       

After supper that evening, if you can call it such, more horrendous folk music followed. Feeling as if I was in a living hell, I opted to retire early. As I lay listening to the unearthly din, I was sorry that I had not brought along some of my mother’s sleeping tablets.

I was still awake when the Neanderthal arrived and undressed. As I sneakily peeped, I watched him undress. Amid all the hair, I saw an impressive cock peeping through a forest of fluff. 

Inexplicably, this sight turned me on.

“Are you still awake, buddy?” he rhetorically inquired.

“Yes,” I meekly answered.

“Fall can often be cold in these parts. Are you warm enough?” he asked.

“Actually, no, I wish I had packed a tracksuit,” I answered.

“Mutual body warmth often does the trick. Why don’t I cover you with my open sleeping bag, and crawl in with you?” he suggested.

“You don’t have to bother,” I timidly responded.

“Nonsense, mutual body warmth works brilliantly… It’s a scout thing,” he advised.

Transfixed, I watched him unzipping his sleeping bag before covering me. Next, Billy slid in next to me.

Initially, there was nothing salacious about his actions, but gradually, his body moved closer to mine as I lay on my back. Shortly, a stiff protuberance rubbed against my thigh.

“Are you more comfortable?” he murmured as his hairy mouth bristled against my ear.

Every negative, former thought obliterated as I sighed in acquiesce. All my adversity then melted as Billy’s tongue contoured my ear.

‘Oh, fuck, why was I so blind?’ I thought to myself. 

“Are you still sorry your dad forced you into this?” Billy asked.

“No, no,” I whimpered.

As his hairy mouth covered my lips, his tongue commenced lashing in my mouth.

I had never imagined anything this exciting in my life as his hairy frame moved closer to me.

Every fibre of my being got overcome by lust as his arm encased me.

“So, do you like being a scout?” he chuckled.

“Oh, fuck, yeah, I love Baden Powell,” I gushed.

Billy chortled as he continued kissing me. Swamped by his hair, my legs opened and clamped around his thighs after he moved on top of me.

“Must I fuck you, buddy?” he asked.

“Yes, oh, fuck, yes,” I sighed.

As Billy nestled on top of my body, a self-satisfied murmur escaped his lips. “I didn’t think you liked me,” he concluded.  

“I was stupid,” I proffered.

“What changed your mind?” he inquired.

“Your hot body,” I giggled.

“Are you a virgin,” he then asked.

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“Whew… You realize this is going to hurt,” Billy imparted.

 “Uh-huh,” I boldly replied.

Little did I realize that Billy had a cone-shaped cock. From a thick base, it tapered to a smallish uncut head. For eternity, it would always remain the most magical cock that ever fucked me. Once his overhanging snout had lodged in my pucker, the shaft effortlessly slid into my arse. After the initial minor discomfort, the rest was blissful heaven. Swamped by his hairy face and unctuous lips, my virgin hole was gently prized open, and in no time, I was purring like a kitten.

As fur and spit coated my face, my backside hummed with satisfaction. My only worry became that it would end too soon. That needless thought got dispelled as my body got rotated constantly, as Billy continued plowing my arse. The other delight I learned that night was that despite cumming regularly, Billy’s stamina was endless. I completely forgot about the frosty fall weather when I finally drifted off to sleep, exhausted.

The following night was even more intense, and by Sunday, I was distraught when I arrived home.

My father was ecstatic when I informed him how much I had enjoyed the outing. For the following year and a half before I left for college, I became the most devoted scout in history. I must admit, however, that all my badges were honorary.

Sadly, I never saw Billy after that. He had obviously, moved on to teach new scouts the importance of bonding with nature. Lucky them!