Ethan tate gay

Jesus, that boy knows how to kiss! The knowledge that I wasn’t dealing with a virgin made me push things further than I might otherwise have done, so as he ran the palm of his hand hungrily up and down the bulge in my pants, I’d already decided that I was gonna fuck him, right there in the undergrowth. It makes me want to fuck him even harder.

He was way tighter than I’d expected and I immediately began to wonder whether he was as experienced as his bravado suggested. The question was utterly redundant. If I remained still, and stood against a tree, I could get all my senses firing up again and work out if there was a genuine need to feel threatened. You see, Ethan and I have been fooling around lately.

Now, I’m absolutely not the sort of guy who entertains any bullshit thoughts about paranormal activity. He gives remarkable head and seems willing to stay down there for hours if need be. The fact that it’s actually not far from being the truth makes the whole thing a hell of a lot more exciting. He had my big cock out of my underwear and into his mouth at lightning speed.

The very sight of him in the forest yesterday gave me an instant boner - and a quick look down at his shorts confirmed that he was similarly inflicted. When I told him we were almost home, he stopped in his tracks, plainly plucking up the courage to say something he’d been trying to say for some time. I love the chats I have with the other scoutmasters when we’re waiting for the fire to burn itself out while putting the world to rights and the day to bed.

Yesterday, of course, we didn’t have that long, so he fairly swiftly stood up and turned around, expectantly leaning against a tree and shoving his ass towards me like a slut. I know! I love the feeling of the wind tickling my naked skin, the fanciful thought of the birds and squirrels watching enviously from the canopy, the idea that a passenger in a plane flying thousands of feet above us could see these two little dots under a tree and not know what astonishing pleasure they’re both experiencing.

I’ll confess to being incredibly relieved when I spotted that whoever it was was wearing a scout uniform and then, secretly quite pleased when I realized that it was young Ethan. I’m a Scoutmaster. And then, there we were, in the middle of the forest, him naked but for his neckerchief and cap, and me still fully clothed in my uniform, my throbbing, hard dick straining against the tight fabric of my pants, desperate to escape and wreak considerable havoc!

My hands were all over him within seconds, utterly desperate to get his clothes off and take the encounter to the next stage before we were both reported as missing from camp and a search party was sent out to catch us in the act. Of course I fucking was. After about five minutes, I decided to stop and take stock. He’s moaning and groaning like nothing’s ever been up there before, but that the sensation is a revelation and that he can’t wait for me to get something bigger inside him… And so we fuck.

To begin with, I was more worried that I might have been being stalked by a bear. He was tall and smooth without an inch of fat on him and his ass felt real pert through his shorts.