Date: Mon, 26 Jun 2017 12:03:12 +0100
From: IH
Subject: Sailing adventures

Scoutmaster seduces a teener (my second time)

By the time I joined the sea scouts when I was 14 the homosexual
experiences I'd had with a taxi driver over the summer holidays before I
started secondary school had faded from my memory and if I did ever think
about them I knew how wrong the whole thing was. But the first summer as a
sea scout was to change all that.

Through the spring there was a particular scoutmaster -- a man in his 50s
I'd guess, quite tall and slim -- who was friendly to me and very helpful
with knots and such like. By June, and with a spell of lovely, warm, sunny,
weather, he was asking me if I wanted to get a bit of extra sailing in and
so I met him after school one evening and we set off in his sailing boat
(not a scout boat, for reasons I was soon to discover), which was not that
big but had a small forward cabin that it was just about possible to
shelter in if it rained, and in which he kept sails and other bits and
pieces.

Not long after we set off, and sitting opposite him in the boat, I noticed
that I could see up the leg of his baggy shorts and that he obviously had
no pants on as I could see where the top of his leg joined his crotch.  As
we sailed along and changed sides of the boat a few times I noticed I could
see the end of his cock, which made me embarrassed and caught his
attention. He said, `sorry about that' and laughed, but then it happened
several more times and I was sure I saw his shorts beginning to tent out as
if he were getting a hardon. After one change of sides when he sat down it
was obvious this was the case as I could see his cock sticking down the leg
of his shorts. He then looked straight at me and said `like what you see?
Want to feel it?' trying to sound disgusted and angry I said, `no way', to
which he replied, `that's odd, because I hear from a friend of mine that
you used to like his cock.'

This caught me completely by surprise, and I replied, `well I don't know
who that is but they don't know what they're talking about.' And he said,
`fair enough'. But as we sailed on it dawned on me that he must know about
the sex I'd had with a taxi driver years before. And despite my best
efforts I started to feel horny. Perhaps another half hour passed and he
said to me that he had to go into the cabin to have a pee but while in the
cabin he left the door open, dropped his shorts completely so I could see
his arse, and then when he'd finished peeing he turned around to face me so
I could see his cock. I must admit it was hard to miss as he'd shaved all
his pubes off (or maybe he was naturally not hairy as he had hardly any
hair anywhere on his body) and it was semi-hard and at least seven inches
long in that state. Almost instantly I felt my cock start to get hard. And
he just stood there and said to me `the boat will be alright steering
itself for a few minutes, why don't you come and help me with this. I know
you want to.'

I was aware that part of my brain was almost screaming at me to `not get
into this filthy homosexual stuff again' but I couldn't stop myself. It was
almost like being in a trance and I got up, stepped into the cabin, got on
my knees, put my hand around his cock and slowly guided it into my mouth.
Within seconds I could feel his cock start to swell, filling my mouth as it
did to its full girth and eight inches (or perhaps a bit more). And all
that went through my head now was `wow, this cock is much bigger than taxi
drivers'. Meanwhile I could hear the scout master saying, `I've been
waiting to give this to you. I knew you'd want it. Good boy.'  After only a
few minutes sucking he pulled me up to my feet and told me to strip off,
while he pulled up his shorts, nipped out, dropped the sail and put the sea
anchor overboard. Then he came back into the cabin, took off his shirt and
shorts, sat down on one of the lockers and told me to sit next to him. He
put his arm around my shoulders and said, `well look at us with our stiff
cocks', then lent in and started snogging me. Within seconds I was in
heaven, with his tongue flitting in and of my mouth and both of us tweaking
each other's nipples. I certainly hadn't forgotten anything from my time
with the taxi driver. After what seemed like an age he stopped and said to
me that as it would soon get dark we needed to leave much more until
another time as we needed to get back, but would I suck him off as we
sailed back to harbour. So, we put our tops back on but left our shorts off
and while he sat and steered the boat back towards harbour I knelt between
his legs and sucked him off. And did he come - six or seven spurts I
counted, most of which I swallowed. And after he started to soften I sat
there with cum dribbling from the sides of my mouth and he lent forward and
licked it off my face.

When we got into harbour and moored he said he'd give me a lift home and as
we drove along he put his hand in my trousers and rubbed my cock. `You
haven't come yet', he said `but I bet you'll be wanking like mad tonight.
Pity I won't be there to taste that cum. But we can save that till next
time. The most important thing was to get you back on cock, and now you've
had my cum you know that's what you'll be wanting from now on.'

He dropped me off at the end of my road and we agreed to meet at 10am on
Saturday for another sail, and he said bring a packed lunch as we'll be out
all day. Over the next few days and nights I spent ages thinking about what
had happened and that now I'd swallowed cum I'd have to have more (I still
believed what the taxi driver had told me that there was a chemical in
spunk that made people want more of it once they'd swallowed some). I
wanked a lot, mostly tasting my own cum, but made sure I forced myself not
to wank on the Friday and when I woke on Saturday morning. I was at the
harbour before 10am. It was another lovely day and we were packed and on
our way after a short while. I was intrigued about where we were going:
scoutmaster said it was an old quarry on the other side of the bay that it
was very difficult to get to from land but boats could moor up there. I
must admit that I found it difficult to not touch his cock on the way
across the bay, but he said to concentrate on the sailing as there'd be
plenty of time for sex when we got to the quarry.

Once we landed and moored his boat we walked into the old quarry and he
headed for a thicket of gorse, through which there was a bit of a path and
then an open space. We spread some blankets and as it so sunny scoutmaster
said, `let's strip right off now and get suntan oil on so we don't burn'.
He started rubbing it onto my body making a point of skimming across and
circling my nipples and rubbing the crack of my bum and my cock. I was rock
hard in minutes and couldn't wait to do the same to him. He did the top
half of his body as I did his legs and around his cock, which by now was
also solid. As I was slowly wanking him with my oily hands I noticed
another man -- elderly and a bit tubby - standing just outside the thicket.
He was watching us and rubbing the front of his shorts, which were tented
right out. Scoutmaster said, `morning', and the man replied, `looks like
you're having fun'.  Scoutmaster replied that a bit later we certainly
would be and that if he were passing he should have a look in again, at
which point the man nodded and walked off.

After he'd gone we laid down and scoutmaster got some magazines out of his
rucksack, passed some to me and said, `here's something interesting to
read.' The mags were a mix of pictures of naked men and boys and stories of
what they got up to written in great detail, some of which -- like boys
having enemas so that their bums were clean before they were fucked -- I
wasn't aware of. I could see scoutmaster was gently playing with his cock
and precum was dribbling out, as it was from mine, so I rolled over next to
him and tweaked his nipples and asked about enemas. He said that if men and
boys were going to do a lot of fucking it was best to have an enema as that
way there was no mess and therefore fucking could go on for a long time. He
also said that if a boy had an enema it made it easier to get a man's cock
into his bum. He said that if I thought we were going to fuck a lot he had
some stuff in his boat that could be used but that afterwards I'd have to
get to a bucket quick and then throw it overboard and get in the sea and
have a good wash around my bum.

Anyway, that's what happened and we returned to our clearing about 30
minutes later, at which point we straight away started to have sex after
some fairly intense cock sucking. The most amazing part was that
scoutmaster got me to squat over his face, facing his cock, and he licked
and tongued my bum hole. I could feel his tongue pushing right in and
looking down I could see precum dribbling out of both of our cocks. I
reached forward and scooped it off his cock and put my fingers in my
mouth. What a taste! At that point, he swivelled me round lifted me over
his cock and lowered me down, with me jiggling my arse to let it slip
in. Boy was it tight, and it hurt, but I remembered from my fucks with the
taxi driver that once right in my bum it would feel really good so kept on
pushing down until he told me it was all the way in.

The feeling was amazing, and he said just to sit and enjoy it while he
smiled up at me and occasionally tweaked my nipples, as I did his.  He then
put his rucksack behind his back so he was propped up and pulled me forward
and we started snogging while I could feel him gently pushing his cock in
and out of my bum. This was heaven I have to say, so much so that I was
moaning pretty loudly but without realising it. So, he stopped snogging me
and said I should quieten down a bit as we might attract the wrong
people. And as I sat being fucked gently but firmly he told me that I'd
always like cock from now on and that even if I had sex with a woman I'd
always have to come back to having sex with men. And then he told me that
when I got older I'd also want to have sex with boys like he did as this
would always remind me of my first times and that would be an urge that I
wouldn't be able to resist. To be honest I only moaned and groaned in
response and hadn't even notice that he was fucking me faster and faster,
until suddenly he called out, `I'm going to cum in your arse you fucking
boy whore' (which I was surprised about when I thought about it later) and
then had the most intense cum I'd seen a man have -- and one I could feel
emptying deep in my bum.

We laid together in the warm sunshine for a long time after that, and then
he got up and we had some tea from his flask and some sandwiches. I hadn't
cum at all but he didn't seem bothered so I was a bit pissed off. But he
said that would soon be sorted. He then said he was going for a short walk
but not to worry and I soon dozed off. I woke when I heard voices and it
was scoutmaster and another man. He was also nude, very tanned and quite
muscle bound. He looked a bit younger than scoutmaster. And I also noticed
that he had a thick patch of pubes above his cock but that his cock and
balls had no hairs on them at all and the tops of his legs were also bald
as was his backside (I didn't realise until later that shaving like this
was not common at the time).

Scoutmaster introduced this man as Dave and said that they'd already been
back to the boat so he could have an enema as Dave wanted to fuck him while
I watched so that I could see how grown men fucked.  I could see Dave was
into this as his cock was getting stiff. It wasn't as long as scoutmaster's
but it was very thick and I wondered how my man would get it in. Dave
turned to scoutmaster and started to snog him really aggressively while
reaching down and yanking his cock, also really hard. It seemed like
scoutmaster tried to pull away but Dave held him and then put their cocks
together and started to wank them both really hard. He then told
scoutmaster to get down on his knees and got behind him, spat into his
hands and into scoutmaster's bum crack and shoved his cock in, making
scoutmaster yell pretty loudly. The fucking that followed was pretty
aggressive and I wasn't sure scoutmaster was enjoying it. But his cock was
rock hard so he must have been. Dave kept talking quietly to scoutmaster,
saying things like he was a pervert for liking young boys, and that he
wasn't a real man and that he'd fuck him hard so he liked real men.
Scoutmaster just groaned, and although I was a bit unsure of what was going
on my cock was still rock hard. He then pushed scoutmaster onto his back
and said to me, `come over here and suck his cock while I fuck the pervert,
because I know that's what he wants.'

While I bent over sucking his cock Dave reached under me and roughly wanked
me. Even though it wasn't that comfortable I was desperate to cum. `I'm
gonna cum' I said, but scoutmaster stopped groaning and opened his eyes and
said, `you mustn't because I promised Dave he could have your boy cum.'
Dave said, `yea' and stopped wanking me, but pretty soon after scoutmaster
said he was `going to shoot' and Dave said to me, `you better drink it
down' and as the cum shot into my mouth he held my head steady so I had no
choice.

When scoutmaster had done Dave pulled out of his arse and said to me I was
to `suck his dirty cock', grabbed me and shoved it into my mouth. I could
hardly open wide enough and could feel the corners of my mouth hurting, but
I tried my best and within a couple of minutes Dave started saying really
disgusting things to me, like being a boy whore, and being a slag and a
cock-bitch, and shot a massive load into my mouth and across my face.
Scoutmaster was laying back watching this and then Dave said to him, `get
over here and lick my tasty cum off your bum-boys face', which he did.
After that Dave seemed to calm down and we sat and had a drink. But after
only about five minutes he said to scoutmaster, `right, it's time for the
boy cum you promised me.' And he grabbed me and said, `I have a certain way
I like to get my boy cum'.  At that scoutmaster got some rope from his
rucksack, which surprised me and I said, `what's going on?', and
scoutmaster said, don't worry, you'll enjoy it. Dave tied my hands behind
my back, propped me up against scoutmaster's rucksack and started to suck
my cock. He then reached up and really squeezed my nipples. I shouted out,
at which he looked up from my cock and told me to `shut up or else I'll gag
you.' Then he went back to sucking my cock really hard and hurting my
nipples. But despite the pain I could feel a really amazing cum building
and I shot again and again into his mouth, before collapsing back onto the
rucksack.

We all sat around for a little while longer after that before Dave got up,
kissed scoutmaster on the mouth roughly and said, `thanks, you pervs, I'm
off.' After he'd gone scoutmaster moved next to me and said that when he'd
met Dave he hadn't realised he'd be like that, but that he hadn't been
fucked for a long while and was really in need. I said not to worry and we
both had a laugh about the faces we'd been pulling while Dave was having
his way with us.

We both must have nodded off then because when I woke up it was gone four
oclock. I woke scoutmaster and he pulled me onto him and started snogging
me. He said what a great day it'd been, even with the experience of Dave
which wasn't something that happened all the time and I told him that I
actually liked the sensation of being tied up and my nipples hurt while I
came. We then heard a sound and looking up saw the older, tubby man from
earlier in the day. He was nude now and I could tell he'd been sunbathing
as he looked a bit red. `Have you had a fun day?', he said. And scoutmaster
replied that he wouldn't really believe it and had he come across a bloke
called Dave on his travels, which he said he hadn't, but he had been
thinking of me for most of the day. Scoutmaster looked at me and said, do
you think you can give our friend some relief seeing he must be dead horny,
and I laughed and said ok, seeing we were about to have more sex anyway
before he turned up. Tubby man came into our little camp and I stood up and
he started to gently snog me. He certainly was a good kisser! I was really
hard and I could see he was too though his cock was only about six inches
and not that thick (mine at that time was about five). I looked to the side
and could see scoutmaster slowly rubbing his cock as he watched what went
on.

Tubby man said he wanted to lick my boy hole while he wanked off, so he
laid on the ground and I squatted over him like I'd done with scoutmaster
earlier in the day. He grabbed my hips and started to really tongue my bum
hole, then he reached down and grabbed his cock and stared wanking really
fast. I was wanking too, and as he started to shoot really big spurts of
cum I came too shooting cum down to his cock and into his pubes. At that
moment I felt a hand on my head and turned to see scoutmaster standing next
to me wanking like crazy then shooting his load onto my face and into my
hair. We then pretty much collapsed into a heap, me in between scoutmaster
and tubby man, with both of them stroking the cum on my face and hair.
Tubby man then asked me if I'd do him one last favour and lick the cum off
his stomach, and when I told him mine was there too, he said that if I
could keep it in my mouth he wanted to snog me again. There was a lot more
cum than I thought so I swallowed some but kept enough in my mouth to have
a really good, dirty snog, which I could tell he was happy about. We then
cleaned up and packed up and tubby man headed off while me and scoutmaster
went back to the boat.

Unfortunately, that was the best it ever got with scoutmaster. The rest of
the summer the weather was pretty crap whenever we had plans to sail
anywhere so we were limited to a few more occasions of sucking and fucking
on his boat. In any case I left the sea scouts at the end of the summer as
I'd found more interesting things to do with mates from school (no, not
that). And I never had reason to go near the harbour again for many years.