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Scout zack Chapter 3: pitch a tent

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May 13, 2024 | Full Length Video : 20min 54sec

I found young Scout Zack sitting with Scoutmaster Saint in the boy’s tent. Yet again, the young man was the last to pitch his tent, and yet again, he needed assistance from another Scoutmaster. It’s difficult not to feel disappointed when a Scoutboy turns out to be that helpless--particularly one whom you’ve championed, and, as it happens, one you’ve also got a bit of history with…

I’ll confess; it was a little difficult to watch him sitting there with Scoutmaster Saint who, if I’m honest, comes across as a bit of a sleaze ball. He’s a player and I wouldn’t trust him as far as I could throw him. So, I informed them that the rest of the guys were heading down to the waterfront. I’m not sure I expected them to immediately leap to their feet, but they gave no indication that they had the intention of even coming, which I found quite irritating.

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But there wasn’t much else I could have said. I’m not gonna undermine a fellow Scoutmaster by telling him to move his lazy ass pronto, so I told them to follow us down there as soon as they could and sauntered away like a schmuck. Of course, the further I walked from the tent, the more angry I got. I guess I felt like Scout Zack and I had had a thing going, you know, and yeah, it was a one-off and all that, but I just didn’t like the idea of Scoutmaster Saint getting his claws into the boy.

Before I’d got my thoughts in any sort of order, I found myself creeping silently through the forest and back toward the tent. Predictably, they were both still sitting there, making no attempt whatsoever to get their shit together. I almost marched right over there to tell them to get a move on, but found myself hiding behind a tree instead and just watching.

It didn’t take long for Scoutmaster Saint to show his true colors. Saint by name, devil by nature. In fairness, it was pretty humid that day, but he did not need to undo his shirt! I mean, come on! Sure, we all know that Saint works out obsessively. We’ve all heard the story about him being talent spotted by some modeling agency in a gym. We’ve all marveled over his perfect pecs. We’ve seen the guns. He’s a fine figure of a man. But that was just crude. And totally inappropriate.

And yes I know that I’m a fine one to talk. Of course Scout Zack couldn't take his eyes off of Scoutmaster Saint. And I couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of disappointment. He’s a good kid. I didn’t want to see some douche seducing him. I contemplated leaving. Then I wondered about interrupting their cozy little thing and marching the pair of them to the lake. But I instinctively knew that Scoutmaster Saint would just double down and find another opportunity to do what he was plainly gonna do. It was like watching a car crash in slow motion. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

So, Scoutmaster Saint takes his shirt off, out comes the tanned six-pack, and the boy’s just staring, biting his lip, drawn into the whole tragic thing like a moth to a flame. The Scoutboy was asked to take his shirt off, too, and seconds later, he’s doing exactly what he’s been ordered to do, his heart no doubt beating like a train in his pint-sized chest.

They just stared at one another for what felt like an eternity, Scoutmaster Saint edging closer and closer to his prey until, like a lion, he went in for the kill. I have never seen kissing like that. He went in all tender and emotional, slowly wrapping his giant hands around the Scoutboy’s trembling body.

I’ve gotta hand it to them. They put on quite the show. I was still angry as all hell, but couldn’t avoid acknowledging that they’d got me as hard as iron. There was something so slick about the way that Scoutmaster Saint was reeling the boy in. Instead of wishing it were me there, I actually found myself wondering just how good my fellow Scoutmaster’s soft lips would feel pressed against my own. Instead of wanting to bring the whole thing to a close, I realized I was actually willing him to push things further. I had front row tickets to the hottest show in town and I wanted my money’s worth.

Scout Zack soon had his hand pressed against the giant bulge in his Scoutmaster’s pants, no doubt giving the daddy just what he wanted, because the kissing instantly got a whole lot more passionate. His lips were suddenly all over the boy’s face. I have never seen anything like it. Tongues everywhere. They couldn’t get enough of each other.

Scoutmaster Saint inevitably controlled every last second of the encounter, pushing the Scoutboy’s head down to his chiseled chest and encouraging him to work the nipples over while the young body heaved with innocent lust. Scout Zack was soon unzipping Scoutmaster Saint’s pants and pulling the immense dick out of the fly. And lemme tell ya, my fellow leader has the mother of all cocks. It’s thick and meaty and it looked awesome inside the Scoutboy’s mouth. And, of course the Scoutmaster was grinning smugly to himself. I know from experience that young gives great head and watching the encounter brought back a whole load of insanely pleasurable memories.

The Scoutboy was soon naked and on all fours with Scoutmaster Saint lapping at the youngster’s hole with his enormous tongue like a cat drinking cream. I could hear Scout Zack whimpering. His beautiful body was writhing in anticipation. He wanted that big dick and he wanted it as soon as he could get it.

My fellow Scoutmaster was inside in what seemed like a heartbeat. It was causing Scout Zack a fair degree of discomfort, but he persisted bravely until the Scoutmaster was balls-deep inside him. And it was a wonderful sight. He took the boy raw, just like I had. Of course, I immediately began to fantasize about the idea of watching this son-of-a-gun Scoutmaster fucking an ass which was full of my cum. I imagined him sinking his perfect dick into the boy, and feeling my semen coating every inch of his shaft and providing the most incredible and sexy lubricant.

The sweat was soon dripping uncontrollably from both of them, particularly the youngster, whose hands gripped onto the shiny fabric of the sleeping bag beneath him as his body was routinely split apart.

I reached down and pulled my rigid dick out of my uniform pants and started to jerk myself frantically, desperately fantasizing about each of them in turn. Scout Zack was gasping and shuddering and The Scoutmaster had a look of determination plastered across his seedy, sexy face, the muscles on his body rippling in the rhythm of his brutal thrusts.

The sky started spattering with rain, but I wasn’t going anywhere. Scoutmaster Saint suddenly let out a roar, like some kind of wild animal and then, just like that, he exploded deep into the tight little ass, filling Scout Zack with an obscene amount of semen, which I immediately then wanted to fuck into the boy. The thought drove me wild and I could feel the semen rising in my own dick. I came, and came hard, all over the trunk of the tree I was hiding behind. I’ve plainly got some unfinished business to deal with…

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Director:Brian Fitzgibbons
Producer:Legrand Wolf
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SCOUTMASTER BANNER

After working in finance for more years than he cares to remember, Scoutmaster Banner took very early retirement and moved to the country where he started volunteering as a Scoutmaster. This handsome DILF with a shaved head has a tanned, beautifully-sculpted body - and a dick to die for. The ScoutBoys love him, and the feeling is often dangerously mutual!

Played by Ace Banner
SCOUTMASTER SAINT

This sexy Scoutmaster’s biggest problem is that he finds innocence a massive turn on. His other problem is that he can’t walk into a space without turning young men’s heads. Scoutmaster Saint is the very definition of a DILF. He’s pumped, well-groomed, handsome as all hell, and hung like a horse. Saint by name. Kinky fucker by nature!

Played by Tyler Saint
SCOUT ZACK

Pint-sized, cute-boy Zack is as popular with the Scoutmasters as he is with the other Scouts. Smooth and supple, with a fervent sexual imagination he understands the power of a wanton look, even if he doesn’t yet understand where that might lead him…

Played by Zack Dean
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Scout Zack

Scout Zack: Chapters
1. The Pledge 33mn
My name is Ace Banner and I'm pretty new to these parts. I only recently signed up to become a Scoutmaster, following an entire self-reappraisal of my life. I suddenly realized that I’d spent way too long in the ruthless world of finance, working my freakin’ ass off and making myself utterly miserable. No more. Sure, I had the house, the fancy cars and nice suits, but it all felt meaningless. I did a bunch of soul-searching and realized that the last time I’d felt free and truly happy was in my youth, when I was a Scout. The world seemed so big back then, and so packed with exciting possibilities. The more I thought about those heady, carefree days, the more I longed to reconnect with them. So, I left the job, moved out to the country and started volunteering for my local Scout troop. I’m the happiest I’ve been in years. I take mentoring seriously. The boys in my Troop are like little sponges; they’ll soak pretty much anything up. It’s a big responsibility because, right now, they’re at their most impressionable. The right role model at the right time can make the most incredible difference to a young man’s prospects. I’ll confess: this knowledge has led me to become a little over-involved from time to time. I can get a bit obsessed with the notion of steering a boy in the right direction, but I don’t think I’d be effective if I weren’t passionate about what I do. Take, for example, the case of Young Zack. The boy has frustrated me ever since I first met him. He’s cute as a button and incredibly intelligent, but he’s arrogant, lazy as all hell, and he seems intent on living life in the fast lane without any sense of responsibility. I made the decision to invite him to join the Elite Scouts. I thought the experience might force him to grow up a little and finally start striving to be the best possible version of himself. I called him to my office for the private initiation ceremony, which basically just involves the recitation of a few spoken pledges and the presentation of a special pin. The moment he stepped into the room, though, the boy seemed entirely on edge. I couldn’t work out what on earth had gotten into him. He kept fixing me with an unnerving look which can only be described as intense, sexual heat. It wasn’t the kind of flirty, nervy look I sometimes get from boys who are questioning their sexuality and looking for a harmless father figure. Zack’s glance was dark, intense and almost brooding. It was as though he were daring me to fuck him! The more I tried to ignore the looks, the more extreme they became and, of course, the more extreme they became, the more impossible they were to avoid. The energy coming off him was as enticing as it was seductive, and, as I attached the pin to his shirt, I felt my dick stiffening uncontrollably in my pants. It all happened so fast. One moment I was straightening his neckerchief, and the next I was pulling the pint-sized cutie into me with only one thing on my mind… Of course, the sensible side of my brain was desperately willing myself not to cross the line, but the longer I held him in my arms, the louder my dick seemed to be shouting. Our lips were so close. He was puckering up. He wanted it. I ran my hands up and down his back, still trying to gather enough strength to push him aside and behave like a proper, responsible adult. But… I turned him around, gripped him tightly and pushed my body into his back. I felt my hands unzipping his shirt and exposing his sweet-scented, smooth torso. He was trembling and his hands shook as he tried to fondle me. It was suddenly obvious that the hard, loaded, knowing looks he’d been shooting me were all bluster. The boy may have wanted it badly, but he’d plainly never experienced carnal pleasure. I should have brought things to a halt then and there… but. He turned around and we kissed. Just like that. It was a wet, dirty kiss which made my cock throb violently. I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth and we went at it like desperate, obsessive lovers, hands all over each other while groping, groaning and grinding. We were one heaving, gyrating, messy tangle of body parts. The difference in our size, stature, and rank turned me on all the more. Seconds later he was on his knees, a look of pure wonder smeared across his face as he pulled my rock-hard, 9-inch dick out of my underwear and wrapped his hungry lips around it. For a novice, he gave remarkably good head, able to take my giant meat half way down his little throat. I whispered words of encouragement as the boy’s rampant inner slut began to emerge. I knew I was gonna fuck him and I’m pretty sure the same thought was occurring to him. I slammed him hard against the desk and asked if he was nervous. He didn’t need to answer; I could tell. I told him that I’d take care of him before squatting down and thrusting my tongue as far as I could get it into his tight, trembling hole. He started moaning with profound pleasure. He’d plainly never felt anything like that before. It was a privilege to open him up. Fucking his tiny virgin ass was just about as profound as any sexual experience I’ve ever had. His sphincter muscles gripped me like a clamp as I thrust my dick inside him. It was way too much for him, but he took it like a man. Before long I was pounding him real hard and he was yelling and grunting like the world had just come into color and he finally understood his purpose in life! The more he moaned, the harder I took him. Deep. Merciless. Raw. He sprawled out in front of me on the desk, legs wide, his dripping dick sliding on the well-polished wooden surface. I pushed him onto his back, thrilled to see the alternate looks of pain and deep contentment on his beautiful, innocent face. I did not hold back. Truth be told I couldn’t have held back, even if I’d wanted to! Before I knew it, the boy was shooting his load. The explosion took me entirely by surprise. One second he was casually fiddling with his dick, the next he was spraying his juices all over his heaving stomach. Naturally I pulled out and licked up every last drop of cum before scooping him up into my arms and kissing him desirously. I spat on my dick and thrust it back into him again, banging the boy with the sorts of strokes I knew would take me pretty quickly to orgasm. I shot every last precious drop of semen deep inside him. By the time that load started to drip out of him again, he’d no doubt be ready for round two… and I’d be more than happy to oblige!
2. The Trail 27mn
Scoutmaster Banner and young Scout Zack definitely had some sort of something going on. Neither could look at the other without blushing. It was impossible not to notice— and, I’ve got to say, it was a little embarrassing. We all know that stuff happens—lines get crossed, men will be men, boys will be boys—but it’s crucial to keep those things on the down-low. That said, I’m pretty grateful in retrospect that they made things so goddamned obvious because it caused me to wonder whether Scout Zack might be up for it with a different vintage model! The stars aligned when the two of us were paired together for the day. He was working on his Bird Study badge and needed to check on some nesting boxes he’d built in the middle of nowhere. It was supposed to be a twenty-minute trek from base camp but we walked for what felt like miles, plainly in circles because I let the boy do the navigating. We hiked in near silence. That’s a good thing. I’m not really a man of words and I like it when there isn’t any need for pointless small talk. The longer I spent in Scout Zack’s company, the more he intrigued me. The boy is small, but rather perfectly formed. He always looks a little like he’s been poured into his uniform, which clings, like an enticing layer of skin, to every square inch of his body. By the time we’d arrived at our destination, my head was buzzing with the most inappropriate thoughts and I was bulging uncontrollably in my shorts. I told him I needed a leak and was pleased when he followed me off the trail and into the trees. I pulled my semi-hard dick out of my pants and he stood next to me, staring into the wilderness as though we were standing at a giant, invisible urinal. I could tell instantly that the boy was excited. He kept looking down, somewhat guiltily, at my dick. I, of course, maintained the upper hand by continually looking straight ahead, surveying him, subtlety, in my peripheral vision. The knowledge that he was checking me out instantly made me stiffen. The thought that he was getting off on me taking a piss was curiously arousing. It felt kinky. It suggested an openness to adventure. It almost felt like my dick had sent him into a trance. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off it and then suddenly I heard him stuttering out two words; “it’s big.” I smiled and massaged it for a little while before saying,“it gets bigger.” For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The birds were singing merrily, the wind was rustling in the trees, a plane hummed somewhere in the distance, but I knew the only sound the boy was hearing right then was his heart thumping like crazy in his ears. I broke the silence and asked if he wanted to touch my dick. He nodded and reached out, taking my penis in his hand and fingering it like some sort of precious object. Needless to say, it responded favorably to his touch. He knew what to do. Banner had clearly taught him well. He fell to his knees and started to suck me, staring up with those big, innocent, Bambi-like eyes as I unzipped my shirt. His mouth felt good despite him struggling to get a great deal of my big dick inside it. He was eager to please though, and I couldn’t wait to test how far he’d go. He stood up and we kissed passionately while I aggressively kneaded the soft skin of his butt cheeks. I felt an overwhelming desire at that moment to fuck him and instantly spun him around, pushing him against a tree and ripping down his shorts and underwear. Within seconds, I had my tongue rammed deep inside his ass and he was gasping and groaning in anticipation. He was incredibly tight, but I made the assumption that Scoutmaster Banner had beaten me to his virginity and therefore that, if prepared carefully enough, young Scout Zack would be able to take a big ole daddy dick like mine. And sure enough, after a relatively short period, he opened up like a precious flower. I stood behind him, spat on my dick and lined myself up with his twitching hole, and penetrated him. It certainly took a while to get fully inside. His tight ass felt like a clamp on my cock and the noises he was making suggested I was stretching him to the absolute max. It all added to the general excitement of the moment and simply made me more determined to push the boy as far as possible. The sweat was soon dripping from his forehead. I grabbed his chest and squeezed him tight as I started to thrust as deep as I could inside him. He grabbed the tree and started to yell uncontrollably. I could feel the semen rising in my balls as I started to pound him with increasing speed and power, and then, suddenly, I passed the point of no return. I’d barely managed to pull out of his ass before the spunk started to fly out of me. I squirted for what felt like an eternity. So much cum shot out of me! I pushed a load of it back inside him. I wanted my DNA to meld with his. I wanted this to be an encounter he’d never forget.
3. Pitch A Tent 21mn
I found young Scout Zack sitting with Scoutmaster Saint in the boy’s tent. Yet again, the young man was the last to pitch his tent, and yet again, he needed assistance from another Scoutmaster. It’s difficult not to feel disappointed when a Scoutboy turns out to be that helpless--particularly one whom you’ve championed, and, as it happens, one you’ve also got a bit of history with… I’ll confess; it was a little difficult to watch him sitting there with Scoutmaster Saint who, if I’m honest, comes across as a bit of a sleaze ball. He’s a player and I wouldn’t trust him as far as I could throw him. So, I informed them that the rest of the guys were heading down to the waterfront. I’m not sure I expected them to immediately leap to their feet, but they gave no indication that they had the intention of even coming, which I found quite irritating. But there wasn’t much else I could have said. I’m not gonna undermine a fellow Scoutmaster by telling him to move his lazy ass pronto, so I told them to follow us down there as soon as they could and sauntered away like a schmuck. Of course, the further I walked from the tent, the more angry I got. I guess I felt like Scout Zack and I had had a thing going, you know, and yeah, it was a one-off and all that, but I just didn’t like the idea of Scoutmaster Saint getting his claws into the boy. Before I’d got my thoughts in any sort of order, I found myself creeping silently through the forest and back toward the tent. Predictably, they were both still sitting there, making no attempt whatsoever to get their shit together. I almost marched right over there to tell them to get a move on, but found myself hiding behind a tree instead and just watching. It didn’t take long for Scoutmaster Saint to show his true colors. Saint by name, devil by nature. In fairness, it was pretty humid that day, but he did not need to undo his shirt! I mean, come on! Sure, we all know that Saint works out obsessively. We’ve all heard the story about him being talent spotted by some modeling agency in a gym. We’ve all marveled over his perfect pecs. We’ve seen the guns. He’s a fine figure of a man. But that was just crude. And totally inappropriate. And yes I know that I’m a fine one to talk. Of course Scout Zack couldn't take his eyes off of Scoutmaster Saint. And I couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of disappointment. He’s a good kid. I didn’t want to see some douche seducing him. I contemplated leaving. Then I wondered about interrupting their cozy little thing and marching the pair of them to the lake. But I instinctively knew that Scoutmaster Saint would just double down and find another opportunity to do what he was plainly gonna do. It was like watching a car crash in slow motion. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. So, Scoutmaster Saint takes his shirt off, out comes the tanned six-pack, and the boy’s just staring, biting his lip, drawn into the whole tragic thing like a moth to a flame. The Scoutboy was asked to take his shirt off, too, and seconds later, he’s doing exactly what he’s been ordered to do, his heart no doubt beating like a train in his pint-sized chest. They just stared at one another for what felt like an eternity, Scoutmaster Saint edging closer and closer to his prey until, like a lion, he went in for the kill. I have never seen kissing like that. He went in all tender and emotional, slowly wrapping his giant hands around the Scoutboy’s trembling body. I’ve gotta hand it to them. They put on quite the show. I was still angry as all hell, but couldn’t avoid acknowledging that they’d got me as hard as iron. There was something so slick about the way that Scoutmaster Saint was reeling the boy in. Instead of wishing it were me there, I actually found myself wondering just how good my fellow Scoutmaster’s soft lips would feel pressed against my own. Instead of wanting to bring the whole thing to a close, I realized I was actually willing him to push things further. I had front row tickets to the hottest show in town and I wanted my money’s worth. Scout Zack soon had his hand pressed against the giant bulge in his Scoutmaster’s pants, no doubt giving the daddy just what he wanted, because the kissing instantly got a whole lot more passionate. His lips were suddenly all over the boy’s face. I have never seen anything like it. Tongues everywhere. They couldn’t get enough of each other. Scoutmaster Saint inevitably controlled every last second of the encounter, pushing the Scoutboy’s head down to his chiseled chest and encouraging him to work the nipples over while the young body heaved with innocent lust. Scout Zack was soon unzipping Scoutmaster Saint’s pants and pulling the immense dick out of the fly. And lemme tell ya, my fellow leader has the mother of all cocks. It’s thick and meaty and it looked awesome inside the Scoutboy’s mouth. And, of course the Scoutmaster was grinning smugly to himself. I know from experience that young gives great head and watching the encounter brought back a whole load of insanely pleasurable memories. The Scoutboy was soon naked and on all fours with Scoutmaster Saint lapping at the youngster’s hole with his enormous tongue like a cat drinking cream. I could hear Scout Zack whimpering. His beautiful body was writhing in anticipation. He wanted that big dick and he wanted it as soon as he could get it. My fellow Scoutmaster was inside in what seemed like a heartbeat. It was causing Scout Zack a fair degree of discomfort, but he persisted bravely until the Scoutmaster was balls-deep inside him. And it was a wonderful sight. He took the boy raw, just like I had. Of course, I immediately began to fantasize about the idea of watching this son-of-a-gun Scoutmaster fucking an ass which was full of my cum. I imagined him sinking his perfect dick into the boy, and feeling my semen coating every inch of his shaft and providing the most incredible and sexy lubricant. The sweat was soon dripping uncontrollably from both of them, particularly the youngster, whose hands gripped onto the shiny fabric of the sleeping bag beneath him as his body was routinely split apart. I reached down and pulled my rigid dick out of my uniform pants and started to jerk myself frantically, desperately fantasizing about each of them in turn. Scout Zack was gasping and shuddering and The Scoutmaster had a look of determination plastered across his seedy, sexy face, the muscles on his body rippling in the rhythm of his brutal thrusts. The sky started spattering with rain, but I wasn’t going anywhere. Scoutmaster Saint suddenly let out a roar, like some kind of wild animal and then, just like that, he exploded deep into the tight little ass, filling Scout Zack with an obscene amount of semen, which I immediately then wanted to fuck into the boy. The thought drove me wild and I could feel the semen rising in my own dick. I came, and came hard, all over the trunk of the tree I was hiding behind. I’ve plainly got some unfinished business to deal with…
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