Ryan St. Michael Barebacks Logan Cross

When Scoutmaster St. Michael asked me to join him on a two-person hike, I was thrilled. As we walked away from the camp—out into the wilderness—I knew my opportunity to have him again had arrived.

We pitched a tent in a clearing in the middle of nowhere. And then we kissed…

It was a gentle, delicate, somewhat tentative kiss, a kiss which felt as though we were both seeking the other one’s permission. It was a kiss which grew with confidence.

We got into the tent and instantly started making out. Scoutmaster St. Michael undressed, uncovering his beautiful, upward-curving dick. He asked if I was gonna give him my ass, so I immediately threw myself down on all fours and let him get to work with his tongue and fingers.

He knelt up behind me and started to push his solid dick into me. I felt a sense of pure relief as he entered. This was the thing I’d longed for. The thing I needed beyond anything else…

He rutted me, slowly and then with increasing force and speed, in a variety of crazy positions and contortions. His curved dick did things to my insides which no other dick has ever done. The more he pleasured me, the more I felt the need to please him, tightening my ass muscles around his penis and pulling him into my stomach…