Scout's Honor Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Scout's Honor Pt. 02

The old noisy greyhound bounced wildly up and down on the poorly paved highway. After a long wait at the border, I was finally Boston bound. It was the last little bit of this agonizing bus ride, and I couldn't wait to get off this cramped and stinky bus. It didn't help that the old man sitting behind me kept coughing all over the headrest.

I tried to ignore the uncomfortable ride by just dreaming about seeing him. All I dreamt about over the last six months was touching his soft skin and kissing his perfect pink lips. Of course I couldn't wait to be inside him again, listening to his soft moans as I gripped his smooth behind.

As the bus pulled into the terminal, my heart began to pound. It pounded so fast that it nearly tore through my red flannel shirt. My palms were so sweaty that I could barely grip the small plastic handle on my small black suitcase. My knees were shaking so much that I nearly stumbled down the small bus stairs. The old man coughed on my neck one last time as I exited the bus, giving me more of a reason to hurry.

Dan was standing near the old Bell payphones at the end of the terminal near the exit. I almost burst out laughing at what he was wearing. He stuck out like a sore thumb in the bus terminal because of the way he was dressed. I had no idea Dan would be wearing his full scout uniform.

He was wearing those really uncomfortable knee high wool scout socks. His shirt was tucked inside those green scout shorts, and he had an embroidered ...

... scout belt around his waist. Dan's button up uniform shirt proudly displayed his eagle rank and various merit badges. I guess it made sense, since he would be very easy to spot. Besides there's always going to be someone weird in a bus terminal. I marveled at how he somehow looked ridiculous, but somehow sexy in his scout uniform. I probably looked way weirder than he did, since I was the only one in the terminal wearing a winter jacket. I had no idea it would be a beautiful sunny day in Boston. It was a freezing cold winter day when I left Montreal.

"Canadia!" He shouted from across the bus station.

He had cut his hair short, and gone where those sexy blonde curls I loved so much. But his sexy blue eyes made up for it. Even from across the terminal, I could see them sparkling back in my direction.

Dan ran right up to me, and wrapped his long legs around my waist. I quickly wrapped my arms around his body, before he nearly knocked me to the bus station floor. I wanted to grab his olive green shorts and grab his butt so bad.

"Fuck man I missed you." He whispered in my ear, pressing his smooth cheek against mine.

I thought it wasn't obvious, but the movement from the bus ride didn't help any. He could tell exactly how excited I was as he slowly unwrapped his legs from my body.

"You need to calm down, my dad's out in the parking lot." He whispered.

I quickly swung my Root's backpack in front of my waist, doing my best to hide my raging hard on. Even though I ...