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September 28, 2023 | Full Length Video : 28min 26sec
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I’ll be honest: all this sneaking around with Scout Trent has been way more stressful than I expected. Totally worth it, of course, and hot as all hell, but stressful beyond words. I’d be lying if I said the “forbidden fruit” aspect wasn’t a turn on. Sneaking off to fuck him in forests and stunning mountain vistas is the stuff of dreams, and he always puts on a good show for me.

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It’s gotten pretty intense since we’ve been out in Spain. We’ve been hooking up at least twice a day and, to be honest, we’re getting a bit careless. Yesterday, we started making out on a mountain ridge less than 400 yards from camp. The dusty, late afternoon sun was streaming through the trees, and everything looked like a photograph from the 70s. It felt so romantic and sexy, and I had to have him there and then…

We started kissing, probably more passionately than ever before. I wanted him so badly and couldn’t wait to get his uniform off. We were tearing clothes off each other like a pair of addicts desperate for another fix. Scout Trent was soon on his knees, giving me head like his life depended on it.

I dunno why I didn’t hear Scout Serg sneak up on us. I guess I’d entered a world of extreme pleasure and had let my guard down. All I know is that I looked up and saw Serg hiding behind a bush. Actually, he’d have been pretty well-camouflaged in his uniform if it weren’t for the shock of crimson on his neckerchief, which is what I spotted first. For a moment my blood ran cold. There was no chance of coming up with an innocent explanation for what was going on. The only positive was that it was Serg—and I’d long suspected that the Scoutboy’s got the hots for me.

I made a snap decision to act like this was no big deal. I smiled and asked Serg what he was doing. It instantly became apparent that that little pervert was spying on us. He stepped out from behind the bush still cupping the bulge in his shorts!

He walked over to us and admitted he’d been watching for some time. I asked if he liked what he was seeing and he nodded nervously, simultaneously thrusting his phone into his pocket. He’d obviously been taking pictures of us, so I told him that if he deleted the pix, he could join us.

Moments later, Serg was on his knees with his cute little lips wrapped around my big fat cock, while Trent worshiped my balls. For a split-second I genuinely wondered if I’d died and gone to heaven. I looked down at the boys and tried, but failed, to work out which one I wanted the most.

I don’t know what the fuck was going on, but just as I started settling in for a top-notch threesome, I heard new footsteps crunch through the unbrush behind me. It was Scoutmaster Wolf. The place was suddenly like Times Square! I’ll admit; my first thought was one of absolute relief that it wasn’t one of the other Scoutmasters. Legrand and I have had a few late nights around the campfire where we’ve sunk a couple of beers and talked pretty openly about stuff. He’s banged a few Scoutboys in his time and I guess I’d always been pretty curious to see him in action.

Legrand sauntered over all nonchalantly. If he was surprised by what he was seeing, his face didn’t show it. I watched him approaching, wondering why I’d not realized before just how god-darned sexy he is. I’ve always had a thing about tall men and he wears his uniform so well.

He pulled Serg to his feet and Legrand casually undressed him as Trent continued to suck me off. Those two were quickly making out, but Legrand, ever the consummate Scoutmaster, kept one eye on the outside world. Before long, he suggested that we should relocate deeper into the woods.

Five minutes later, the boys were both naked and we were in an area of more dense woodland where we were very unlikely to be discovered. Legrand seemed pretty happy seducing young Serg, so I focussed my attention on Trent, tuning him to face a tree while I got my tongue inside his tight little hole.

Quickly, I had my dick inside him. I guess I was showing off a little. It was pretty hot to know that Legrand was watching, particularly when I looked down and saw the monster between his legs! Trent was soon gasping and moaning, and I was in a state of bliss.

Legrand spent some time working on Serg’s ass. He darn well needed to. The boy was radiating inexperience and Legrand’s dick is the size of a beer can. I was astonished when he pushed it into Serg with relatively little effort, but the look of shock on the poor boy’s face was priceless!

So there we were: two well-hung Scoutmasters in the Spanish woods brutally banging a pair of boys bareback, Scoutboys we were supposed to be looking after. Soon we were flinging them into ever more athletic positions in the midst of a silent competition to see who could pound the hardest. At one point Legrand lifted Serg clean into the air and fucked the screaming boy like a fleshlight.

Then, we swapped. I mean, what’s the fun of a foursome if you can’t compare notes? It’s a curious experience to fuck someone you’ve never even kissed before, but that’s how it went down! I pulled my dripping dick out of Trent and seconds later I was shoving it deep into Serg’s hole, glistening with pre-cum. I glanced over and saw that Legrand had already claimed his next prize, so the competition was back on to see who could pound the hardest and make our boy yell the loudest.

It was weird, yet crazy-hot to see Trent skewered by Legrand’s enormous pole. I got off on the look of pure ecstasy on the Scoutboy’s face. It’s a look I’ve seen often and one I’ve come to appreciate.

We jerked our boys hard as we ramped up the pace of our strokes. Legrand was soon gritting his teeth and banging Trent like he was wielding some kind of power tool. That kind of fucking can’t last forever, however, and it wasn’t a great surprise to hear Legrand let out a roar of lust as he emptied his balls deep inside the boy. The sight of Legrand pulling out and unleashing a cascade of spunk from Trent’s ass tipped me over the edge and I started hammering Serg, standing on tiptoes as I blasted my huge, forbidden load into his stomach.

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SCOUTMASTER SNOW

Scoutmaster Snow may look like the sort of guy you’d find working in the city, with his neatly-trimmed beard and well-tailored clothes, but underneath the exterior of respectability is the ultimate red-blooded DILF. He has the body, the flexibility and the voracious stamina of an athlete, and a big fat dick which has anyone it comes into contact with literally begging for more.

Played by Adam Snow
SCOUTMASTER WOLF

Scoutmaster Wolf has fond memories of scouting, and he takes great pleasure in seeing the faces of the young men he's handling at the ranch as they discover the same joys with him. His ability to help them accomplish what at first seems impossible to their wide eyes is well-known and widely respected within The Order of Elite Scouts both leaders and boys alike. And to be sure, he's proud of his ability to induct these boys into The Order after they have taken the oath and made their pledge.

Played by Legrand Wolf
SCOUT SERG

This cute, pint-sized boy is a confident, intelligent, practical scout who the Scoutmasters are lining up to mentor. They say the best things come in small packages, and this young blond cutie is certainly well-put-together, with a surprisingly well-defined torso and a stunningly beautiful butt!

Played by Serg Shepard
SCOUT TRENT

Scout Trent is the sort of boy every Scoutmaster wants in his troop. Handsome and witty, he’s the complete package. Despite all of this, he’s led a relatively sheltered life and, though he’s open to sexual adventures with other men, he’s not yet found himself in the right place at the right time to make his fantasies reality…

Played by Trent Benz
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International Scout Boys: Chapters
1. Morning Wood 36mn
Waking up with a hard-on when you’re out on a Scout expedition is nothing short of humiliating. You know all the other Scouts in your dorm or tent are gonna suddenly assume that you’re into them and then immediately tell the rest of the Troop, which will mean merciless bullying for the remainder of the trip. Possibly even for the rest of your time in the Scouts! We’ve recently been doing an exchange with a group of scouts from Spain, and it’s been a real blast. They came over to the States last week and I was assigned two great guys to look after. They’re Craig and Alfonso and they’ve been best friends since they were really young. They’re fun to be around and we’ve done nothing but laugh all week. They’re both super hot as well, although I find it frustratingly difficult to tell if they’re into guys or not. I’ve found it almost impossible to bring the subject up, and I don’t want them to suddenly feel uncomfortable about hanging out with me. So, anyway, we went out on some crazy hike into the middle of nowhere and, because we were in bear country, we ended up staying one of the nights in the hostel-from-hell right in the middle of a two-bit, mosquito-filled nature reserve which I would be more than happy never to visit again. Craig, Alfonso and I were sharing a room with beds in it which were about as comfortable as the home-made rafts we built earlier in the day. Come morning, I must have had some kind of crazy erotic dream about them, though, because I woke up with a boner of epic proportions. It would just not go down. Alfonso, who’s pretty-much always hungry, was out of bed in seconds. He was chomping at the bit to go down to breakfast, rushing around the room in nothing but a jockstrap and bugging Craig and me to get out of bed. Obviously, under the circumstances, it was gonna be impossible for me to do anything like that, and the more Alfonso jumped around the room with his olive-skinned body jiggling around like some kind of go-go dancer, the stiffer things got. I looked across at Craig and noticed he was blushing real hard. He managed to stammer something out about just not yet being ready to get up, and, at that moment it clicked: he and I were both similarly afflicted! I immediately felt relieved. Alfonso was utterly oblivious, of course, unaware that he was broadly responsible for our dual erections. I think it was when Alfonso noticed me subtly trying to look at the state of play underneath the duvet that he started to figure things out. “Wait a minute,” he said with a motion towards his crotch. “Are you…?” He found it way too embarrassing to say the word “hard.” I smiled nervously and nodded, wondering how he was gonna take the news. Silence followed. Then, just like that, a devilishly sneaky grin appeared on his face. He asked if he could see it. I looked across at Craig, who thought for a moment, then nodded. Simultaneously, and more-than-a-little bravely, we both drew our duvets back to show what was standing firmly at attention between our legs. My initial thought about Craig’s was that he’s a lucky boy. He’s packing quite the punch down there. We both looked at Alfonso expectantly, and he stared back, open-mouthed, before breathlessly whispering a question. “Can I touch it?” Of course, I acted all innocent, like I hadn’t done anything of the sort before. “Okay” I said, pretending to be wracked with nerves. Alfonso sat on the side of my bed, which creaked loudly, before reaching out to touch my rock-hard dick. He was pretty much as inexperienced as Craig, who was watching from the other bed in a state of complete awe. Alfonso was shaking as he ran his fingers up and down the shaft of my dick. He may have been nervous, but what he was doing was awesome and the more he did it, the more confident he became. My dick was soon throbbing with anticipation. I spread my legs expectantly and glanced across at Craig who was now happily tugging at his own cock. Alfonso and I were putting on quite the show for him. I beckoned Craig over. It was time for him to quit being a voyeur and to get himself more physically involved in the action. He dutifully jumped into bed next to me. Alfonso didn’t give it a second thought, he started tugging at Craig’s dick with one hand and mine with the other, like some sort of pervy milk maid! It must have been a little strange for them both. They’d been platonic best friends for years and now they were exploring each other sexually. A line had been crossed that they could not come back from. Alfonso was soon tickling the tip of my dick with his tongue and before long he was giving me a full-on blow job. I encouraged him to turn his attention to Craig, which he did with great enthusiasm while I played with Alfonso’s hole, marveling at the beauty of his perfectly-chiseled ass cheeks which I pulled apart to reveal the neatest little hole. I just knew I had to get my dick in there. I stuck my tongue in to test the waters and he was soon moaning like a slut, yielding to my touch and effectively giving me permission to do what I needed to do. I squatted behind him and rubbed saliva into my dick. It was hard to tell whether anything had been inside his ass before. I assumed not; Alfonso seemed very up for it, but I wasn’t sure he quite knew what “it” was. Well, there was only one way to find out. I gently rubbed my dick against his tight hole and he looked around at me, overcome with a sudden rush of insecurity. It was too late; I was already pushing myself into him. His face immediately registered shock—almost as though he were trying, yet failing, to process the enormity of what was happening to him. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he let out a groan of deep, erotic pleasure. I started to grind myself slowly in and out of him, getting a little deeper with every stroke, loving the sensation of popping his sweet cherry. As he became more accustomed to the feelings, he resumed sucking Craig’s dick. Craig was watching me like a hawk, deeply engrossed in what I was doing. He examined my face and then stared at my big dick as I thrust it in and out of Alfonso’s hot hole. The time had definitely come for Craig to take over from me and even though he looked utterly terrified, I knew he’d be a natural. He rose to his feet and moved his skinny body behind Alfonso’s. In one highly-charged motion, he pushed his long, bulging dick deep into his best friend’s ass! He took to it like a duck to water. A look of lustful concentration became plastered across his face. He wanted to fuck, he wanted to fuck hard and he wasn’t stopping for anyone. The expression on Alfonso’s face was equally priceless; he’d entered some kind of erotic trance. His entire body bounced to the rhythm of Craig’s horny hips. Then Craig really picked up the pace and started banging hard, rapidly charging towards that inevitable release. I told him to pull out so that I could go back in. I flung Alfonso onto his back so that I could look into his eyes. I fucked him so hard, even the bed started squealing. I could feel the semen rising in my nuts and pulled out just in time. I was narrowly beaten to orgasm, though, by Craig, who violently exploded all over Alfonso’s mouth and neck just before a huge arc of spunk flew out of my dick all over Alfonso’s stomach and chest. He was literally covered in the stuff; it was dripping from his chin. The sight was so hot that I couldn’t stop myself from pushing back into his ass again and that was all Alfonso needed to take him over the edge. He shot like a water cannon, adding thick pearls of cum to the Jackson Pollock painting we’d all played a proud role in creating. At the start I imagined we were nervous about being found out. But now, we were just happy, I think, that we found each other.
2. Going Commando 27mn
When I joined the Scouts I imagined we’d make dozens of trips out into the wilderness. I figured we’d sleep almost exclusively in tents, or, on special occasions, we’d all snuggle up in sleeping bags, directly under the stars, warmed by a fire which we’d lit ourselves. There’d be ghost stories which we’d whisper to one another while pounding down the candies we’d smuggled into our rucksacks. Imagine my confusion, then, when on my first trip into the great unknown I discovered that we’d be staying in a hostel. Confusion became profound embarrassment when Scoutmaster Snow told us boys we were sharing rooms and needed to get into pairs. As the new kid on the block, I ended up with no one to share with. I was a little disappointed, but when Scoutmaster Snow told me I’d have to share with him, I felt a pang of absolute terror. Snow is by far the scariest Scoutmaster in our troop: he’s ultra serious, he doesn’t laugh at jokes, and there’s a rumor that he carries a gun. We arrived at the hostel at some ungodly hour of the night. Everyone else scuttled off to their rooms to giggle and eat candy. Scoutmaster Snow and I walked through endless corridors to what turned out to be the furthest room in the building. The room smelt damp and the beds looked deeply uncomfortable, with greasy sheets and flimsy duvets. Snow went into his rucksack and pulled out a Scout flag which he hung from the curtain rail. I think he was doing it ironically. Then he started taking his clothes off. Right in front of me! I don’t know what I expected; it’s not like either of us could have slept in our uniforms. I contemplated getting under the duvet to take my clothes off, but didn’t want him to think I was some sort of mommy’s boy on my first expedition. So, I started unbuttoning my shirt with all the fake confidence I could muster… One of the things I noticed about Snow as he started whipping his clothes off was that he’s plainly very fit for his age. His arms were surprisingly muscular and his torso was well-defined with a six-pack. Perhaps I was imagining it, but it seemed there was suddenly something a little weird about the atmosphere in the room. Neither of us was speaking, but, every time I looked over at Snow, I noticed that he was staring back at me. Despite this, I found myself unable to take my eyes off of him. It didn’t hurt that he looked like some sort of underwear model. Moments later, he threw his shorts off. What I couldn’t have predicted in a million years was that he was going commando. He’d just spent an entire day bossing around a group of over-excited boys and he had absolutely no underwear on! I don’t think for a moment that Master Snow is a sleaze-ball of any kind. In fact, I’m sure his choice to refrain from underwear is an act of pure defiance. An exciting finger up to normality. I found myself speaking before my brain had had a chance to process what I was seeing. “You… don’t… wear… underwear?” I expected him to be angry at me for making it clear that I’d been watching him undress, but he took the question in stride, casually telling me that a lot of guys go commando. A million questions started bouncing around in my brain. But, I opted for silence instead, which was just as well because, at that very moment, he started fiddling with his penis, before informing me that he was glad we had the place to ourselves. The blood instantly rushed to my face. It sounded like he was coming on to me. But, I mean, he couldn’t have been, could he? He’s my Scoutmaster and Scoutmasters don’t come on to scouts. I looked back down at his dick, which, it occurred to me, was probably twice the size of anything I’ve previously seen hanging between someone's legs. At that point, the blood drained from my face and started making its way down between my legs. As I saw it, I had a choice: I could say I was exhausted and vanish underneath the duvet, hoping it would all go away, or I could go with the flow. So… I went with the flow. He asked if I’d ever seen a grown man’s dick before. I wanted to say “not in such close proximity,” but my mouth was dry with nerves, so I just shook my head instead. When he asked if I wanted to touch it, my heart started thumping like a drum in my ears. He stepped forward, and I found myself, in some sort of out-of-body experience, reaching towards him and taking his dick in my hand. It immediately started to swell and I rather enjoyed the feeling of power that this suddenly gave me. I ran my palm up and down the shaft and watched in awe as the beast doubled in size. Somehow my lips were touching the tip of his dick moments later. I had no clue what to do, but decided the only option was to throw caution to the wind and just see where instinct leads me. My first observation was that it smelled incredible—almost as though he’d just had a shower rather than have spent the better part of a day rushing up and down the aisles of a sweaty bus, screaming at unruly young people. Before I knew what I was doing, my lips were running up and down the shaft of his dick and I was in a competition with myself to get as much of it in my mouth as I could. It made me gag, but I was determined to keep going. When he told me I was a natural, I felt unbelievably proud. Wanting his dick made me want him. I felt a powerful desire for him surging through my body—the likes of which I’ve never experienced. He started running his hands really gently down my back and I could feel my body responding. I found myself shaking and heard myself making spontaneous groans of pleasure. He thrust his hand down the back of my shorts and gently pressed his finger against my hole. It felt a little strange; not the sensation itself, but the fact that I was utterly okay with what he was doing. Then, he kissed me. His kisses were slow, passionate and romantic. The feeling of his stubble brushing against my soft chin made me want to melt. He told me to stand. He pulled my shorts and underwear down and we were suddenly both naked. I knew that he wanted to fuck me; it felt like a natural progression for two guys who’d gone this far so quickly. That said, the idea of being fucked by a man had never really crossed my mind before and I had no idea what to do or expect. He positioned me on the bed and told me to relax. I’m really not sure that anyone has ever actually managed to feel relaxed after being ordered to do so. Regardless of whether I did or didn’t, I wasn’t expecting him to slip his tongue into my hole. It had never occurred to me that this might be something men did in the sack together, or that the sensation would be so mind-blowingly intense. The more his tongue probed me and danced between my ass cheeks, the more I wanted to feel his dick inside me. Then he stood up and I felt him lining the wet tip of his dick against my saliva-filled hole, and then, just like that, it started to creep into me. It sounds really lame, but in the weirdest way, I immediately felt as though I’d become a man. I was no longer a virgin. Slowly the feelings of pain gave way to sensations of unbelievable pleasure. I kept glancing back to see his beautiful, sculpted body wrapped around mine, glued to me like we were one single, thrusting being. He gradually picked up the pace. The bed creaked and squeaked like crazy and, if it hadn’t been for the fact that the room we were in was a whole corridor away from anyone else, I would have gotten real paranoid that we were being overheard. Walking into breakfast in the morning would have been an embarrassing experience for sure! It turns out that Scoutmaster Snow likes to experiment with all kinds of positions, no doubt to see which ones generate the most pleasure. Every single thing he tried was amazing in its own way, but some of the more athletic positions literally made my eyes water. But just when it got a bit too intense or uncomfortable, he’d soften things up, pulling my head back and kissing me tenderly. He was as generous a lover as he was talented. He pushed me onto my back with my legs behind my shoulders. He kissed me as he fucked me, periodically pulling away and looking down at me with his kind, piercing blue eyes. He grabbed my rock-hard cock and started to jerk me. It instantly tipped me over the edge. I have genuinely never cum so hard. It just flew out of my dick all over my stomach and chest in great watery spurts. But he wasn’t done. He continued to fuck me even harder than before. Every part of my body was sensitive and screaming for him to stop, but at the same time, I didn’t want things to end because I just wanted him to be happy. He went harder and faster, deep inside my stomach, ruthlessly tearing my ass apart with a look of masculine, brutal single-mindedness fixed to his face. Then, I could feel his orgasm gushing out of him and filling my insides with jets of pure, undistilled masculinity. We lay in each other's arms on a single bed in that hostel room for what seemed an eternity and I don’t think I will ever feel such complete contentment in my life again.
3. Truth or Dare 27mn
We’ve been in Spain for several weeks now on an exchange trip with a bunch of Scouts from all over Europe. We’ve been having the best time. The weather’s been beautiful, we’ve seen the sights, and we’ve made great new friends. I didn’t think I'd regularly laughed this much in a long time, and I didn’t think anything could ruin it. There’s something about Spain. I dunno if it’s the dry heat or the smell of incense pouring out of every church, but this place makes me really horny. One of the reasons I joined the Scouts was because I thought the uniform was sexy. I used to see the boys marching off to their Troop Meetings on Wednesday nights and thought they looked so sharp and handsome. After joining, I remembered trying to tie the neckerchief in front of a mirror and realizing that my dick had gone hard like concrete. It’s pretty much been one long battle against a permanent hard-on ever since, and since coming to Spain the levels of arousal have gotten out of control. Since arriving here, I’ve been hanging out with a couple of fellow Americans. It’s basically been me, Craig and Serg against the world. They’re such cool guys and though we haven’t really ever discussed it, I’m pretty sure they’re both into dudes as well. Craig, in particular, often catches my eye, then blushes. I swear that something happened earlier on during this trip with him and Cole. They once were really tight, but have barely spoken for about a week… Yesterday afternoon we were heading back to the hostel after a little walk to the local village to a shop which turned out to be closed for the siesta. On the way back, in the baking sunshine, we saw a local boy sitting by the side of the road, watching us intently. He was covered in tattoos and initially looked like he was contemplating starting a fight, but it soon became clear that he was actually checking us out. He shouted over to us in Spanish, wanting to know if we were soldiers, which was cute. We told him we were Scouts and got to talking, and eventually we invited him back to the hostel to hang out. His name is Angel. We chilled out on the terrace which has these awesome panoramic views of the forests of the national park, and after chatting for what seemed like forever, Angel picked up his water bottle and asked if we knew the bottle game. After a few moments of confusion, we realized that he was talking about “spin the bottle.” It’s all a bit high school, really, but the idea is that you spin the bottle on a table and if it stops spinning and the cap is facing you, you get asked if you want a truth or a dare. It landed on Serg first and he requested a dare. I think we were all pretty astonished when Angel dared Serg to strip down to his underwear and even more amazed when Serg immediately stood up and did it. The sight of Serg slowly undoing his belt and cheekily pushing his shorts off was something I hadn’t quite expected to enjoy so much. I suddenly realized I was seeing my new friend in an entirely different light. Why had I never spotted how sexy he was before? He had a really good body on him, and he was wearing a pair of little black underwear which got me very hot under the collar. Serg spun the bottle which, rather luckily, landed on Angel, who, unsurprisingly asked for a dare, and, even less surprisingly, was dared to take his clothes off, too! Frankly, it was the most I could do not to thrust my hand down my pants and start jerking there and then. Angel is very nicely put together. Olive skin, beautifully-sculpted chest… This was turning into my lucky day. Then, horrifyingly, the bottle landed on me. I foolishly asked for a dare and was immediately instructed to take Serg’s underpants off—you know, with my own hands! I genuinely couldn’t look him in the eye, so I instead had to figure out whether to stare at his bulge or his super-cute butt. I took a deep breath and pulled his tight trunks down as quickly as I could. The raging hard-on between my legs was screaming at me to ravage him there and then, but I managed to keep it cool. Then the bottle landed on me a second time. I took the dare, which, of course, was an order to undress. I tried to turn the striptease into a bit of a joke—largely because I was trying to buy enough time for my dick to retreat—but also because, ever since coming to Spain, I’ve been going commando. I knew that was going to raise a few eyebrows. I spun the bottle next and it finally landed on Craig, who’d kept quiet up until that point. He opted for a dare, and before my brain had even had the chance to catch up with the words tumbling out of my mouth, I’d dared him to suck Serg’s dick! There was a sudden silence. I figured I must have overstepped the mark or misinterpreted the situation. I felt my face flushing red and was about to retract the comment when I realized that the Spanish air was working its lusty magic on the others as well… Craig stood up, walked over to Serg and wrapped his lips around the rock-hard dick. Serg was left panting and gasping within seconds, nervously looking at us to check if it was okay for him to be in a state of mild ecstasy. Craig then suddenly stopped what he was doing and returned to his chair like nothing had happened, spinning the bottle, which landed on Serg again. Turnabout is fair play, so Craig instructed Serg to suck his dick. The sight of Serg gently going down on Craig’s massive boner will live with me for many years and return to me in countless fantasies. Then it all kicked off. Craig got undressed and his huge dick was out and proud, and when the bottle landed on Angel again, Craig outrageously dared him to fuck Serg. To actually fuck him! The look on Serg’s face was priceless. He really wasn’t sure it was a good idea, but, those trade winds had whipped up once again and he was soon mounting the table, sticking his ass out for Angel to work over with his mouth and tongue. We’d only met the guy two hours before, we didn’t even know his last name, but now he was prepping Serg’s ass for penetration! Well, they do say a good Scout needs to be prepared for anything. I caught Craig’s eye. I guess we were feeling like a pair of spare parts, so the two of us decided to make out, drawn to each other like metal to a magnet, no wonder with the sound of Serg gasping and moaning behind us. Moments later, Craig ordered me to get onto the table with Serg, and before I knew it, I was kissing Serg while Craig lined himself up behind me. It seemed that Angel had momentarily chickened out of fucking Serg, and it suddenly became all too clear that I was now being served up as the dish of the day. Angel got his mojo back and it was a free for all—a frenzied race between Angel and Craig to see who’d start banging first. Craig won the race. He stood up and basically shoved his dick straight into me, making my eyes water. A couple of seconds later, Angel stood up and thrust his dick into Serg and suddenly we were both being fucked within an inch of our lives. Craig’s dick was so big; it took my breath away. I loved glancing across at Serg and seeing the look of pure bliss plastered across his face as Angel pumped him hard and fast. I wondered if I looked like that to him. I felt like I did, at least. Craig and Angel then decided to swap places and before I could suggest a time out, the Spanish Stallion had put one leg up on the table and was rutting me like a dirty dog, panting and gasping as he flung himself into me with extreme force. On and on it went, first on our fronts and then on our backs, with Angel and Craig plainly trying to outdo each other with the speed and brutality of their strokes. I knew one of us had to be about to shoot but I didn’t want it to be me. I was enjoying everything too much, but I couldn’t take my hand away from my dick. I looked up at the slutty tattoo inked around Angel’s neck, which, in that split second, turned me on more than anything I’ve ever looked at before. I heard Serg yelling and knew he’d blown the first load. I looked across and saw jets of semen spewing out of his dick onto his stomach. The sight tipped me right over the edge. One more look up at Angel’s stunning face and I exploded everywhere. The feeling of my ass muscles going into an overdrive of twitching and contracting must have triggered Angel because, within seconds, he’d shot his load. I felt his cum racing inside me, marking me as his, at least for tonight. Then all that remained was for Craig to shoot. He pulled out and started wildly jerking himself before squirting a fine display of cream all over Serg’s belly. It became clear to us all that Angel needed to immediately sign up to become a Scout so that he could join us on the next stage of our epic adventure. We wanted him to show us everything he knew.
4. Contraband 34mn
This trip to Europe has totally blown my mind! I’m quite new to the scouts and this has been my first adventure into what my Dad calls "The Great Outdoors.” We’re presently in Spain, on the first half of an exchange with a group of European scouts, and everything we’ve done since arriving has been amazing. We’ve visited Seville and Granada and seen flamenco dancers, flamingoes in the wild and crazy dudes living in actual caves. We’ve mostly stayed in youth hostels, which surprised me to begin with because I imagined Scouting was all about sleeping in tents in the wild. The biggest issue with staying in hostels is sharing rooms. Because I’m the new boy, I was always the one who ended up having to share with a Scoutmaster—not something on my bucket list. That was what I thought, at least, until I met Scoutmaster Snow. He… let’s just say, he ended up teaching me considerably more than just the basics of Scouting. I’ve had sex on my brain ever since. When we were in Seville, I managed to sneak into a gay bar to steal one of the magazines they had by the rest rooms. It’s full of sexy pictures of guys making out in all sorts of bizarre positions, plus lists of shops and bars which I’ve become obsessed with the idea of visiting some day. I hid the magazine at the bottom of my backpack and read it cover-to-cover every time I have a moment to myself. In the last few days I’ve gotten real friendly with one of the Spanish scouts. His name is Angel and he’s incredibly handsome. At first I actually found him really scary. He’s covered in tattoos and looks a little wild. He’s the sort of boy that I can almost guarantee my Mom would tell me to avoid, but it turns out that he’s really sensitive and deep and we get along very well. Last night we shared a room for the first time and he ended up confessing that he’s into dudes as well. I haven’t yet told him about Scoutmaster Snow. I’m not sure it would be particularly wise to—news travels fast among boys. I did show him the magazine, however, and we talked a lot about the guys on the photos inside, choosing our favorites, playing “fuck, marry, kill.” Then we kissed. Only for a few seconds, but it was amazing… A terrible thing happened this morning when Scoutmaster Patrick appeared in our room. He must be some sort of ninja because neither of us even heard the door open. We were sitting on the bed, thumbing through the magazine, giggling loudly, and then suddenly we were being marched into a courtyard outside for what felt like a reenactment of the Spanish Inquisition. It was mortifying. He looked so angry. Fortunately, after making us almost sick with terror, Scoutmaster Patrick suddenly said, “it’s okay, it’s natural.” I glanced over at Angel and saw the look of pure relief forming on his face. Scoutmaster Patrick asked if we’d jerked off to any of the pictures in the magazine and for some odd reason I told him that we had, even though we actually hadn’t. The more questions he asked, the more confused and then aroused I got. I think I just liked looking at him. Anyway, the next thing I knew, Scoutmaster Patrick was running his hand over my butt and telling me that Angel sounded like a bad influence — in a way that made it clear that he really found the idea inticing. He stood behind me—casually removing my neckerchief and undoing the buttons on my shirt—before telling me that he wanted to see me and Angel making out. I couldn't even look at Angel. We’d really barely touched each other the night before and I had no idea whether he’d be cool about making out — particularly in front of a Scoutmaster. I didn’t even know if I was cool about it. Scoutmaster Patrick then instructed Angel to take his clothes off, and for the longest, most excruciating time, Angel did nothing but stare back at him, almost defiantly. He’d remained entirely silent ever since Scoutmaster Patrick had found us, and I couldn’t for the life of me tell what was going through his mind. Then my fellow Scoutboy stood up and dutifully removed his T-shirt. Scoutmaster Patrick was still standing behind me, pulling down my shorts and playing with my rock-hard dick through the fabric of my underpants. It all felt so wrong, yet I couldn’t get enough of what was happening. Angel dropped his shorts and pushed his hand down the front of his underwear, watching, maybe even a little enviously, as the Scoutmaster tenderly kissed my neck. My dick swelled to twice its normal size. The Scoutmaster pushed my underpants down and my big, hard dick sprung into action. Angel asked in Spanish if he should pull his trunks down and Patrick nodded, still entirely focussed on me. He said he wanted to see Angel and me kissing, and before I could process the request, Angel stepped forward and started to kiss me with powerful passion. As we kissed, I could hear Scoutmaster Patrick undressing behind me. The sound of him unzipping his shirt sent shivers of expectation through my body. I knew he was gonna look real good naked—I could tell by the shape of his biceps and the way that he rolled his uniform sleeves up as high as possible that he’s got a body to die for. Then I heard the tantalizing noise of his pants being unzipped and then the slightly less-expected sound of him pulling up a chair behind me. I remember wondering why on earth he needed to sit down. Then I felt his lips brushing against my ass cheek and I suddenly realized what he was planning. To be honest, the thought of being fucked then and there made me more than a little nervous. I had no clue how big the Scoutmaster’s dick was or whether I was ready to take anything of any size in me. Then I felt the intense sensation of his tongue fluttering over my hole before cheekily poking its way into me, and I realized I was in the mood for any damn thing he wanted to throw my way. Scoutmaster Patrick turned his back to Angel and pushed me down onto my knees in front of his daddy dick. When he turned back to Angel and started to kiss him, I felt a surprising pang of envy which made me want to give the Scoutmaster the best blow job of his life. I wanted him to focus on me again. He needed to want me more than he wanted Angel. Competitive jealousy set in. I wrapped my lips around his shaft and allowed my tongue to dance over the tip of his penis and he was rock-hard in seconds, groaning appreciatively, and once again, I had his full attention. He stood me up and we kissed with even more passion than before. He carefully guided me back to the table and encouraged me to half mount it, with one knee up on the surface and one foot on the ground so that my ass cheeks were apart. His dick was less thick than Scoutmaster Snow’s, but it was considerably longer. He teased me a little with it, and then started to push it in. I groaned like some kind of wounded animal. He seemed to get deeper with every stroke until I was wondering how any dick could have found its way so far into my body. I could feel it all the way up to my stomach! Scoutmaster Patrick withdrew and called Angel over, I assumed, to fuck me. Angel stood behind me and, without hesitation, pushed his thumb into my hole. I knew he’d never done it with a guy before—he’d said he’d never even kissed a dude before he and I started fooling about last night. Surely he wasn’t about to lose his virginity inside me? But I could also see that Scoutmaster Patrick was squatting behind Angel, probing his hole with his tongue and it suddenly struck me that our Scoutmaster wanted to see whether Angel would choose to lose his top or his bottom virginity. He stood us both up and made us kiss. Then he looked straight at me and smiled, before stepping aside. He wanted me to take Angel’s virginity. I instantly flushed red. My dick was certainly hard enough to fuck but I’d never penetrated a guy before. I didn’t know if I’d be any good at it and certainly didn’t want to make a fool of myself. I took a deep breath and thought for a moment. Then some sort of carnal instinct engulfed me… Angel’s entire body tensed up as I gently slid myself into his ass and before I knew it, I was fucking him hard. His virginity was now a thing of the past, merely a memory. Seconds later, I felt our Scoutmaster pushing his dick against my hole. Surely he wasn’t going to try to penetrate me? Not while I was doing the same to Angel! He would, and he did. Just like that, he’d pushed his dick back into my ass and I was fucking and being fucked simultaneously. Without question, it was the most intense and extraordinary experience of my life. My entire body went into a kind of pleasure overdrive. Every inch of me was tingling. My dick was pounding in and out of Angel’s hole but every time I drew it out, Scoutmaster Patrick’s dick plunged into me. I suddenly realized that the Scoutmaster was actually standing still, allowing me to do all the work as I rocked my pelvis backwards and forwards, pleasuring him and pleasuring Angel while my entire body burst with ripples of profound sexual excitement. We turned Angel onto his back and continued exactly as we’d been before—except I was able to look into his face and see his eyes narrowing with pure pleasure. I watched him as he jerked his dick excitedly. My hips moved faster and faster and before I knew it, Angel let out a huge roar and exploded a massive, creamy load all over his stomach. At the same time, his hole contracted around my dick. I kind of lost it, pounding Angel with every last muscle in my body, till I came inside him. When I pulled out, all my semen started gushing out of him. Then our Scoutmaster took his turn at ramming his cock into Angel’s now squelching hole. I could see my spunk slowly dripping down Angel’s thigh as the Scoutmaster shot hard inside Angel—adding his own load to the one I’d deposited up there. He pulled out and the semen was dripping off his dick onto the table, then rolling onto the floor. I genuinely don’t know how this trip could get any better!
5. Spying on Scoutmaster 29mn
I’ll be honest: all this sneaking around with Scout Trent has been way more stressful than I expected. Totally worth it, of course, and hot as all hell, but stressful beyond words. I’d be lying if I said the “forbidden fruit” aspect wasn’t a turn on. Sneaking off to fuck him in forests and stunning mountain vistas is the stuff of dreams, and he always puts on a good show for me. It’s gotten pretty intense since we’ve been out in Spain. We’ve been hooking up at least twice a day and, to be honest, we’re getting a bit careless. Yesterday, we started making out on a mountain ridge less than 400 yards from camp. The dusty, late afternoon sun was streaming through the trees, and everything looked like a photograph from the 70s. It felt so romantic and sexy, and I had to have him there and then… We started kissing, probably more passionately than ever before. I wanted him so badly and couldn’t wait to get his uniform off. We were tearing clothes off each other like a pair of addicts desperate for another fix. Scout Trent was soon on his knees, giving me head like his life depended on it. I dunno why I didn’t hear Scout Serg sneak up on us. I guess I’d entered a world of extreme pleasure and had let my guard down. All I know is that I looked up and saw Serg hiding behind a bush. Actually, he’d have been pretty well-camouflaged in his uniform if it weren’t for the shock of crimson on his neckerchief, which is what I spotted first. For a moment my blood ran cold. There was no chance of coming up with an innocent explanation for what was going on. The only positive was that it was Serg—and I’d long suspected that the Scoutboy’s got the hots for me. I made a snap decision to act like this was no big deal. I smiled and asked Serg what he was doing. It instantly became apparent that that little pervert was spying on us. He stepped out from behind the bush still cupping the bulge in his shorts! He walked over to us and admitted he’d been watching for some time. I asked if he liked what he was seeing and he nodded nervously, simultaneously thrusting his phone into his pocket. He’d obviously been taking pictures of us, so I told him that if he deleted the pix, he could join us. Moments later, Serg was on his knees with his cute little lips wrapped around my big fat cock, while Trent worshiped my balls. For a split-second I genuinely wondered if I’d died and gone to heaven. I looked down at the boys and tried, but failed, to work out which one I wanted the most. I don’t know what the fuck was going on, but just as I started settling in for a top-notch threesome, I heard new footsteps crunch through the unbrush behind me. It was Scoutmaster Wolf. The place was suddenly like Times Square! I’ll admit; my first thought was one of absolute relief that it wasn’t one of the other Scoutmasters. Legrand and I have had a few late nights around the campfire where we’ve sunk a couple of beers and talked pretty openly about stuff. He’s banged a few Scoutboys in his time and I guess I’d always been pretty curious to see him in action. Legrand sauntered over all nonchalantly. If he was surprised by what he was seeing, his face didn’t show it. I watched him approaching, wondering why I’d not realized before just how god-darned sexy he is. I’ve always had a thing about tall men and he wears his uniform so well. He pulled Serg to his feet and Legrand casually undressed him as Trent continued to suck me off. Those two were quickly making out, but Legrand, ever the consummate Scoutmaster, kept one eye on the outside world. Before long, he suggested that we should relocate deeper into the woods. Five minutes later, the boys were both naked and we were in an area of more dense woodland where we were very unlikely to be discovered. Legrand seemed pretty happy seducing young Serg, so I focussed my attention on Trent, tuning him to face a tree while I got my tongue inside his tight little hole. Quickly, I had my dick inside him. I guess I was showing off a little. It was pretty hot to know that Legrand was watching, particularly when I looked down and saw the monster between his legs! Trent was soon gasping and moaning, and I was in a state of bliss. Legrand spent some time working on Serg’s ass. He darn well needed to. The boy was radiating inexperience and Legrand’s dick is the size of a beer can. I was astonished when he pushed it into Serg with relatively little effort, but the look of shock on the poor boy’s face was priceless! So there we were: two well-hung Scoutmasters in the Spanish woods brutally banging a pair of boys bareback, Scoutboys we were supposed to be looking after. Soon we were flinging them into ever more athletic positions in the midst of a silent competition to see who could pound the hardest. At one point Legrand lifted Serg clean into the air and fucked the screaming boy like a fleshlight. Then, we swapped. I mean, what’s the fun of a foursome if you can’t compare notes? It’s a curious experience to fuck someone you’ve never even kissed before, but that’s how it went down! I pulled my dripping dick out of Trent and seconds later I was shoving it deep into Serg’s hole, glistening with pre-cum. I glanced over and saw that Legrand had already claimed his next prize, so the competition was back on to see who could pound the hardest and make our boy yell the loudest. It was weird, yet crazy-hot to see Trent skewered by Legrand’s enormous pole. I got off on the look of pure ecstasy on the Scoutboy’s face. It’s a look I’ve seen often and one I’ve come to appreciate. We jerked our boys hard as we ramped up the pace of our strokes. Legrand was soon gritting his teeth and banging Trent like he was wielding some kind of power tool. That kind of fucking can’t last forever, however, and it wasn’t a great surprise to hear Legrand let out a roar of lust as he emptied his balls deep inside the boy. The sight of Legrand pulling out and unleashing a cascade of spunk from Trent’s ass tipped me over the edge and I started hammering Serg, standing on tiptoes as I blasted my huge, forbidden load into his stomach.
6. Consequences 57mn
They say that all actions have consequences. It was meant to be a bit of harmless fun, but yesterday, I ended up with a massive lesson learned. We’ve been hosting a group of American Scouts out here in Spain for four weeks now, and I guess we’re all starting to accept that the adventure’s near an end. The summer’s nearly over; everything in the wild in this country has been burned to a crisp by days of endless intense sunshine. We’re half-wondering what happens next in our lives. We’ve made lifelong friends and lived an amazing, carefree existence for a glorious month. It was hard to imagine how to bookend such an incredible journey. I had got this idea from some goofy prankster podcast. The stunt made me laugh so hard that I figured I had to try it. I’m almost embarrassed to write it down. Basically, a group of us snuck into Scoutmaster Patrick’s room and put pubes and shaving cream onto his pillow. We knew that when he'd lay down that evening to sleep, he'd plant his face right into the pube-foam—and sure enough, he did! Amazingly, the next day, he didn't interrogate any of us. We couldn’t believe we got away with it. Maybe it’s not so funny when the victim of your prank is Scoutmaster Patrick, who’s basically the grumpiest, meanest Scoutmaster out here. I don't know if it's because he wasn't sure who to blame or if he just didn't feel like investigating, but the lack of consequences just emboldened our group further. We returned to his room the next night and hung about in the shadows of the hallway, waiting for him to turn in for the night. This time, we were going to put shaving cream in his boots. Unfortunately for us, our timing was all wrong. Just as we found his favorite pair of tan leather boots, Scoutmaster Patrick opened his bedroom door. A couple of the boys panicked at the sight of their leader’s sudden appearance and fled. One of us wasn't fast enough—it was me, of course—and as I stood there, with the shaving cream can in my hand, I had no alibi and no recourse. An expression of thunder across his face. He looked at me, fairly surprised to see me there and then I watched his eyes making their way down to my hands. At that point I realized that I was still holding the can of shaving cream! I had been caught in the act, guilty as charged. He was angry, very angry. He was probably gonna send me home, or, worse still, order my parents to come and get me in the very last week of the trip. They were gonna lose their shit! He looked at me for a moment and his face kinda softened. He told me that he’d need to figure out some sort of punishment for me, then, in the same breath, he said that I was too old for spanking. Honestly, spanking suddenly sounded like a very good punishment option; it would be over-and-done within a few minutes, and it would avoid the need for my parents to get involved. I immediately told him that I wanted to be spanked. The words just sort of fell out of my mouth. He seemed a little taken aback. He thought for a moment before sitting down on the bed. He widened his legs and tapped his knee. It struck me, at that point, that it had been a very long time since someone had put me over their knee and spanked me. But I knew what to do, and did it without question. To be honest, lying down on his lap felt incredible. I could feel my thigh pressing against his and I could smell the sweat on his body. Then, suddenly, he brought his hand down to my ass with some force. A shockwave instantly traveled like lightning through my body. It was painful, of course, but it was also somehow very exciting. It left bits of electricity prickling through my body—from my rear and into my groin. I think I must have smiled because he asked if I’d enjoyed what he’d just done. I confessed that I did. He half-laughed, then brought his hand down again. Whack! The same sensation; shock, then pleasure. Between the spanks, he allowed the palm of his hand to gently run over my ass cheeks. It was becoming clear that the Scoutmaster was gaining a degree of pleasure from this punishment. He smacked me again and again. I could feel my dick hardening in my shorts, swelling uncontrollably and pressing into his lap. Then I felt his dick pushing against my stomach. Sure, it was through two layers of fabric, but the sensation was unmistakable. He was totally getting off on what he was doing! Then he told me to stand up and take my shorts down. I immediately did as ordered, flustered and, no doubt, red-faced. He ordered me to return to his lap. I was only wearing a jockstrap and my ass was entirely exposed. He was about to smack the bare flesh of my ass cheeks and the thought filled me with deep excitement. The sensation was obviously a heck of a lot more intense, and, within seconds of the first smack, my dick was literally throbbing. A moment later, I felt his hand passing between my legs and grabbing my erect penis. The smacks came thick and fast from that point on, and I ended up in some kind of weird, yet utterly addictive, world between agony and ecstasy. I couldn’t get enough of what he was doing, of his grip on my dick, and of the sting his powerful palm caused. I would have done anything he told me to do at that moment. He instructed me to stand again, then told me to take off my jockstrap and shirt. I hastily undressed for him, powered by adrenaline. Then he threw me over his knee again and continued to slap his hand against my ass cheeks, even harder this time. Before I could gather my thoughts, he was pushing his saliva-covered fingers into my hole. My ass cheeks were stinging and I was a trembling mess of extreme horniness with a dick as hard as iron and a hole which was literally aching to be fucked. He told me to stand again, and started to suck me off as he slowly removed his clothes. Then, all of a sudden, he pushed me, on all fours, onto the bed. He stood behind me and gently massaged his huge, hard dick. He squatted down and allowed his tongue and lips to tantalizingly tease every inch of my butt. Seconds later, he was pushing his massive meat into me, and lemme tell you something; his dick is long! I couldn’t believe how deep he managed to get it inside me. He seemed to be taking great pleasure from pulling it all the way out before pushing it all the way back into me again. With every stroke, I felt my insides being pushed around. It felt like his cock had a mind of its own and was on a mission to explore every nook and cranny inside me. When his hips pushed close enough, he pressed against the sore spanked flesh of my butt, giving shocking reminders of the spanking I had just had. Then he put one leg up on the bed, and I knew he was now in a position to fuck me so much harder. He picked up the pace. I tried again and again to look round at him. I wanted to see the look on his face. I wanted to know if I was pleasuring him anywhere near the same amount he was pleasuring me. He got me onto my back, so that we could look into each other’s eyes. At that point I could finally see the excitement in his face. There were moments when his dick was banging against something inside me which actually made me cry out loud. To be honest, I’m incredibly inexperienced with men. I’m almost ashamed to say that Scoutmaster Patrick is only my second ever encounter of this type, but I certainly don’t remember feeling these extraordinary sensations during my first time. This Scoutmaster was making me quiver. What he was doing to me made me want to take him even further into my body. And you know what? At that very moment, it felt like a secret inner chamber was opening up for him. He went faster and faster and I genuinely didn’t want it to stop, but my balls were bursting. I grabbed my dick and started to jerk it, thinking I’d be able to stop again when I started to get close, but it was all too amazing. He went harder and harder until the whole bed was screeching in time to his heavenly strokes. And then, just like that, I felt my orgasm bursting out, spraying all over my stomach. The relief was extraordinary, but he kept on fucking me, fixing me with that lustful look, until I was gasping and trembling, tender all over. He put his hands around my throat and then I felt him exploding into me, flooding my insides with bolt after bolt of masculine release. We laid there afterwards for what felt like forever, wrapped in each other's arms, kissing gently as his cum oozed out of my reddened rear. I learned an incredibly important lesson, namely that actions have consequences. I also learned that some of those consequences can be desired, too.
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