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February 09, 2023 | Full Length Video : 25min 47sec
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I’ve noticed Scoutmaster Stone staring at me quite a lot recently. At first, I just thought he was being friendly. I’m not particularly popular with the other boys, and I know that the Scoutmasters have been consciously trying to get me to integrate a bit more. It all feels a bit condescending, to be honest. I’m happy with my own company and I don’t need their pitying looks. I usually politely smile back and then look away before they can start up one of those embarrassing “is everything okay at home?” conversations.

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But there was something a little more intense about the way that Scoutmaster Stone was looking at me. When I caught his eye, he’d hold my gaze for the longest time. It struck me after a while that what we saw in each other might’ve been the same thing. I might not have noticed the signs if I hadn’t done what I did with Scoutmaster Hernandez a few months back. Before I met him, the idea of having sex was utterly bizarre. I couldn’t work out why anyone would want to do it! Of course, the whole experience blew my mind and I’d have happily done it with him again, but Scoutmaster Hernandez grew distant and strange with me. I got the message. I let him be.

So anyway, when I realized Scoutmaster Stone was giving me the eye, I figured there might be a whole heap of fun to be had with him. His looks became so unsubtle that I’d often end up blushing uncontrollably. Then, one night, just before we turned in, he rushed over and excitedly whispered in my ear, telling me to fake an illness in the morning so that we could hang out alone while the others went orienteering.

I barely slept that night. I couldn’t stop thinking about Scoutmaster Stone; the air of urgency in his voice and the lustful look on his face.

The following morning, as requested, I told everyone I had a bad headache. Scoutmaster Stone faked being pissed that he’d need to stay with me on the campsite and miss out on all the fun. I felt very naughty, going along with a plan like this. And, in a way, I found it sexy.

After everyone else had disappeared, Stone led me into his tent. We finally were together and alone. He didn’t say anything; he just sat down next to me and started to run his huge hands over my body. I immediately started to feel butterflies in my stomach. I was excited and nervous. My heart pounded in my ears.

He put his arms around me protectively and I sank into him. It was like being hugged by an enormous bear; he was so big, strong, and masculine. I immediately felt my dick throbbing inside my shorts. He started to undress me, slowly unbuttoning my shirt, as though he were savoring the experience of unwrapping a much-anticipated gift.

I could feel his warm, minty breath tickling the soft hairs on my face. I loved the way he smelled; a hint of sweat, a dash of woodsmoke, a touch of some sort of manly aftershave. He pulled me into him again. I reached out and started to fondle his giant, muscular thighs before moving across to the large bulge in his pants. As I touched it, he let out a loud, hungry groan.

He pretty soon had me naked and then he started undressing himself. His torso was tanned, hairy and stocky. I ran my hands over his well-defined chest. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, then encouraged me to touch him through his underpants. It was rock hard, and large…

I started to lick and kiss it through the cotton fabric. There was a whiff of sex about him which I couldn’t quite fathom. I soon had my lips wrapped around his dick. It was almost impossible to get the whole thing inside my mouth without gagging, but I persevered and eventually felt it sliding deep into my throat.

He ran his hands over my ass cheeks, complimenting me on my butt and making it clear that he intended to fuck me. I was soon on all fours while he explored my hole with his tongue and fingers, lubing me up with spit and whispering for me to stay quiet every time I let out a gasp. He lined his dick up with my hole; teasing me, tantalizing me, until I was desperate to feel it sink down.

My hole contracted nervously as he first entered. I knew I needed to stay calm and quiet. I focused hard on trying to open myself up for him. It was painful to begin with, but I eventually relaxed enough to enjoy the sensation. Then, I couldn’t get enough of it!

He slammed into me with frantic force, punching his dick deep into my stomach. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass cheeks. It was ecstatic, pleasurable beyond words. There was something addictive about knowing I was pleasing him—knowing my body was simply a vessel for his sexual gratification. He suddenly put his hand over my mouth and I instinctively knew that he was close to cumming.

I felt him gushing into me, lining my insides with a thick layer of cream. After he shot his load, he held me in his arms and we lay together for what seemed like an age. It felt intimate. Romantic. Special, in ways I had not been prepared for. And at that point, I knew my adventures with Scoutmaster Stone had only just begun.

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SCOUTMASTER STONE

Scoutmaster Stone is the ultimate DILF; gray-haired, tanned, muscular and authoritative. There’s a sternness about him. He doesn’t suffer fools and he’s not easily impressed. This, of course, makes the boys desperate to please him. But they need to be careful what they wish for. Underneath that beautifully-turned-out uniform is a giant weapon, which would have even the most hardened bottom begging for mercy!

Played by Dillon Stone
SCOUT MAXWELL

This pint-sized cutie gets pulses racing wherever he goes. He’s trusting, conscientious and hard-working but incredibly shy. Older men love to try to bring him out of his shell - and the rewards are huge. Underneath the veneer of innocence and inexperience lurks an incredibly horny young man who just can’t wait to learn!

Played by Maxwell Dawson
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Scout Maxwell

Scout Maxwell: Chapters
1. Pitching a Tent 37mn
It’s really difficult to watch one of your Scouts having a hard time on their first trip away from home. Your heart just goes out to them. On one hand, you know it’s necessary; it’s all part of growing up and becoming a confident, independent young man. But on the other, you know they’re feeling homesick and shy and unconfident and basically wishing they were anywhere other than in the middle of a forest with a bunch of complete strangers! When I see a boy in trouble, I always try to take him under my wing. I find the time to hang out with him and teach him a few little tricks and hacks so he can look knowledgeable and cool in front of the other boys. Case in point, Max. I don’t think I’ve ever come across such a nervous young man. He’s considerably shorter than the other boys and on the first day of camp he barely opened his mouth. He just sat to the side, silently watching the team-building games. I had to intervene…. I tried to spend as much time with him as I could and, in the process, I discovered that he was a really intelligent boy who was incredibly keen to learn. He also looked as cute as a button in his uniform! I’m not sure why I found him so distracting in that respect. I’m usually incredibly good at establishing very strict boundaries when it comes to the all-important Scoutmaster-Scout relationship, but there was something about Max… My feelings developed quite rapidly over a few days. I found myself wanting to spend more and more time with him on his own. I invented a whole complicated backstory for him, which I told the other scoutmasters so they wouldn’t find it suspicious that I was giving him so much attention. I found myself touching Max from time to time and just allowing my hand to linger for a few extra seconds. My dick was permanently hard in his presence. Then I guess it just happened. We were sitting in the tent that I’d just shown him how to pitch, and an innocent little cuddle progressed, first into nervous groping, and then into something way more sexual and with that, the line was officially crossed! He was obviously aroused, yet shaking like a leaf as I undid his shirt. It was instantly clear that he’d never done anything like this before. The thought excited and terrified me in equal measure. My dick was screaming at me just to jump on him and get busy, but the rest of me realized I needed to take things as slowly as possible to avoid scaring him or making him uncomfortable. I kissed his cheek, then his forehead, and then his beautifully smooth chest. I could feel his heart beating so hard and his breathing was really shallow. He smelled so good. I never know how some of these boys manage to remain so clean while they’re out camping. I’m pretty sure I’d have been a hot, stinking, muddy mess at his age - particularly after putting up a tent! My body utterly dwarfed him. I tried to be as gentle as I could as I caressed him and slowly ran my hands over the bulge in his underpants. He was rock-hard and twitching like crazy and the whole situation just sent my libido surging. I soon had him naked. It must have been incredibly intimidating for him, but he seemed to suddenly lose his inhibitions and started to go with the flow. I got my mouth around his dick and gave him the mother of all blowjobs. It was obviously his first and I wanted him to have the very best experience. I took my pants and underpants down and seductively revealed my big fat dick. He was soon sucking it, tentatively to begin with, but then like a true pro. He was lying flat on his stomach, which gave me time to study and then play with his stunning, soft, peach-like ass. Until that moment it hadn’t even crossed my mind that I might actually get to fuck him, but, as I licked my finger and pushed it into his super-tight hole (and he didn’t yelp), a whole world of possibilities suddenly opened up! Was young Max really about to let me pop his cherry? Now I’ve got a big dick. It’s not the size you wanna just shove up a virgin ass, but the more that boy sucked me, the more I needed to have him. I gently turned him onto his front. He must have known what was coming, but he seemed calm and up for it. I spent the longest time lubing him up with my tongue and fingers, enjoying the gasps and deep moans of satisfaction which were coming from his mouth. I carefully lined my massive, raw dick up against his tiny ass and tried to speak as reassuring as possible as I entered him. I saw his eyes widen as he felt it for the first time, and then he started gasping. All things considered, he took me really well for a first-timer. I went as slowly as I could, creeping into him a little at a time until my huge pole was fully inside him. I fucked him imperceptibly—slowly to begin with—and then started ramping up the pace, propelled by his innocent whimpering and moaning. He was such a brave boy. His slight frame made him easy to move around. I molded him into some crazily-hot positions, my dick remaining deep inside him at all times. By the time I’d got him on his back, I was able to bang him deep and hard. I kind of lost control and started really pounding him. My dick suddenly wanted to wreck him and I wanted to watch his gutsy little face grit his teeth as I went full tilt. I could feel the semen rising in my balls and I knew I had to squirt my load into him—almost like branding him—making him mine and letting him know that this was the first encounter of many and that there was one heck of a journey to come for him!
2. The Campsite 26mn
I’ve noticed Scoutmaster Stone staring at me quite a lot recently. At first, I just thought he was being friendly. I’m not particularly popular with the other boys, and I know that the Scoutmasters have been consciously trying to get me to integrate a bit more. It all feels a bit condescending, to be honest. I’m happy with my own company and I don’t need their pitying looks. I usually politely smile back and then look away before they can start up one of those embarrassing “is everything okay at home?” conversations. But there was something a little more intense about the way that Scoutmaster Stone was looking at me. When I caught his eye, he’d hold my gaze for the longest time. It struck me after a while that what we saw in each other might’ve been the same thing. I might not have noticed the signs if I hadn’t done what I did with Scoutmaster Hernandez a few months back. Before I met him, the idea of having sex was utterly bizarre. I couldn’t work out why anyone would want to do it! Of course, the whole experience blew my mind and I’d have happily done it with him again, but Scoutmaster Hernandez grew distant and strange with me. I got the message. I let him be. So anyway, when I realized Scoutmaster Stone was giving me the eye, I figured there might be a whole heap of fun to be had with him. His looks became so unsubtle that I’d often end up blushing uncontrollably. Then, one night, just before we turned in, he rushed over and excitedly whispered in my ear, telling me to fake an illness in the morning so that we could hang out alone while the others went orienteering. I barely slept that night. I couldn’t stop thinking about Scoutmaster Stone; the air of urgency in his voice and the lustful look on his face. The following morning, as requested, I told everyone I had a bad headache. Scoutmaster Stone faked being pissed that he’d need to stay with me on the campsite and miss out on all the fun. I felt very naughty, going along with a plan like this. And, in a way, I found it sexy. After everyone else had disappeared, Stone led me into his tent. We finally were together and alone. He didn’t say anything; he just sat down next to me and started to run his huge hands over my body. I immediately started to feel butterflies in my stomach. I was excited and nervous. My heart pounded in my ears. He put his arms around me protectively and I sank into him. It was like being hugged by an enormous bear; he was so big, strong, and masculine. I immediately felt my dick throbbing inside my shorts. He started to undress me, slowly unbuttoning my shirt, as though he were savoring the experience of unwrapping a much-anticipated gift. I could feel his warm, minty breath tickling the soft hairs on my face. I loved the way he smelled; a hint of sweat, a dash of woodsmoke, a touch of some sort of manly aftershave. He pulled me into him again. I reached out and started to fondle his giant, muscular thighs before moving across to the large bulge in his pants. As I touched it, he let out a loud, hungry groan. He pretty soon had me naked and then he started undressing himself. His torso was tanned, hairy and stocky. I ran my hands over his well-defined chest. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, then encouraged me to touch him through his underpants. It was rock hard, and large… I started to lick and kiss it through the cotton fabric. There was a whiff of sex about him which I couldn’t quite fathom. I soon had my lips wrapped around his dick. It was almost impossible to get the whole thing inside my mouth without gagging, but I persevered and eventually felt it sliding deep into my throat. He ran his hands over my ass cheeks, complimenting me on my butt and making it clear that he intended to fuck me. I was soon on all fours while he explored my hole with his tongue and fingers, lubing me up with spit and whispering for me to stay quiet every time I let out a gasp. He lined his dick up with my hole; teasing me, tantalizing me, until I was desperate to feel it sink down. My hole contracted nervously as he first entered. I knew I needed to stay calm and quiet. I focused hard on trying to open myself up for him. It was painful to begin with, but I eventually relaxed enough to enjoy the sensation. Then, I couldn’t get enough of it! He slammed into me with frantic force, punching his dick deep into my stomach. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass cheeks. It was ecstatic, pleasurable beyond words. There was something addictive about knowing I was pleasing him—knowing my body was simply a vessel for his sexual gratification. He suddenly put his hand over my mouth and I instinctively knew that he was close to cumming. I felt him gushing into me, lining my insides with a thick layer of cream. After he shot his load, he held me in his arms and we lay together for what seemed like an age. It felt intimate. Romantic. Special, in ways I had not been prepared for. And at that point, I knew my adventures with Scoutmaster Stone had only just begun.
3. The Hike 20mn
I think I’ve been a Scoutmaster for way too long. When I started out, I was energetic and enthusiastic about what I was doing. I could see the difference I was making as I slowly turned these unruly boys into fine, smart young men. In recent years, however, I’ve found myself becoming a lot more jaded. It feels like I’ve lost my mojo. I just don’t quite seem to have the same level of drive any more. The brave new world we’ve all been forced into hasn’t exactly helped—being a Scoutmaster has suddenly become more about filling in health and safety forms than it is about inspiring young minds. And to add to the problem, the new recruits seem so much more fragile than they used to be. I was seriously considering throwing in the towel… Then, this boy turned up and everything changed. Maxwell was a quiet kid who didn’t seem to quite fit in. To begin with, I thought he was going to be one of the flaky ones who spends the first night in a flood of tears, feeling homesick, before getting shipped off back into the bosom of his overbearing mother! But, as I slowly got to know him, I realized that he had a steeliness about him, a determination. The more I studied him, the more he intrigued me, and then that intrigue morphed into desire. Before I knew it, I’d forgotten all my previous woes about being a Scoutmaster. In fact, I couldn’t wait to get to the campouts. I flirted outrageously with Maxwell. I couldn’t help myself. And when those long, lingering, lust-filled glances started heading my way, I knew I had to have him. I fucked him in my tent while the others were out hiking. I pushed my big, raw, rock-hard dick deep inside his tight ass and the boy took it like a true pro. I have wanted a second helping ever since, but it’s hard to separate a boy out on his own without arousing suspicion, even though I know half of the other Scoutmasters are playing similar games. Months after our first encounter, and a whole heap of loaded looks later, I finally got some alone time with him. We took the boys on a hike and the silly fool left his compass back at the camp. Of course, he could have managed without one and I could have lent him mine, but I seized the opportunity and told him he’d need to head back to camp to retrieve it and faked annoyance that I’d have to accompany him. The moment we were alone, I felt every last drop of blood in my body rushing to my dick. The sight of him in his tight little uniform—his diminutive body and peachy ass crammed into the soft fabric of his shirt and shorts—instantly drove me wild. Of course, a bit of sexy man-to-man chatter instantly had Maxwell tenting like crazy, and he couldn’t resist the overwhelming urge to get his hands down the front of his shorts. He was soon feeling himself up, nervously looking around to check there was no one hanging around in the trees. I’d deliberately walked us in the complete opposite direction to the others, so I was satisfied that it was only the whistling birds and the rustling wind that’d be able to witness what we were about to do. I cupped the bulge in my pants with my hand and subtly traced its outline with my fingers, fixing him with a look which told him the time had come. He reached out to touch it, his hand shaking with excitement and nervousness. As he rubbed his hand over my bulge, a series of dirty thoughts started to rush through my mind, the first of which was wondering if my big dick was actually thicker than his overly-slim wrist. I’m not gonna lie, the fact that I’m a foot taller than him and probably about twice his weight has been a constant turn on for me. It opens up so many possibilities. Watching him slowly and trustingly yielding to my wildly superior strength was exciting beyond words. We ran our hands over each other’s bodies for the longest time, then I slowly unzipped my pants and allowed my thick, swollen cock to spring out into the open air. In no time at all, I had his shirt off, exposing that beautiful, hairless chest to the spring breeze. I then unzipped his shorts and brushed his hands aside to let him know I was now completely in control. I was surprised—and pleased—to discover that he was wearing a jockstrap which framed his cute little butt like a priceless work of art. I pushed the jock down at the front and his rock-hard dick jumped out into the open. I unzipped my shirt so that he could fully appreciate the difference in our sizes. I work out fairly relentlessly; my torso is about as well-sculpted as it’s ever been. I could see him hungrily looking at it, drinking it in, plainly aware that we were gonna be taking it all the way—right there on the forest floor. I removed a blanket from my backpack and draped it onto the tree branch next to me. The branch seemed to be conveniently growing at an angle which would allow Maxwell to lie on it while presenting his ass to me; even Nature contorted to make this happen for us. I could, of course, have spent a lifetime tonguing inside his hole, gently lubing him up and preparing him for the ride, but to be honest, the horniness of the situation got the better of me, and a quick spit on my dick combined with all my pre-cum was all he got before I edged my big, thick, daddy cock into him. It slid in without too much trouble. It was clearly a little uncomfortable for the boy, but he bravely allowed me to continue, moaning and groaning gently to himself. I’d forgotten quite how tight his hole was. I casually pushed his head down onto the tree branch and shoved my hand over his whimpering mouth, so he knew to remain as quiet as he could. I could hear his rock-hard dick riding the rough woolen fabric of the blanket, surely bringing a whole new sensory experience to his encounter. I repositioned myself slightly so that we were both standing astride over the tree branch and this gave me the complete physical control I needed to fuck the boy as hard as I wanted. And boy did I want to fuck him hard! He took it like a trooper, and moments later, when I actually picked him up to continue to bang him, I think he was surprised and told me it had gotten to be too much! I pulled out and then balanced him on the tree branch on his back so that I could plough him from the front. I watched his dick twitching before turning my attention to his sweet little face, which was etched with bravery and a desire to please me. He was as malleable as a rag doll. I got so turned on picking him up and repeatedly repositioning him in order to get the perfect angle for my now-bristling dick. A quick tweak of my nipples and I felt the semen starting to rise in my balls. Seconds later, I was engulfed by that old, familiar tingling sensation. I pulled out as the shards of watery spunk started to fly out of the tip of my dick. I probably squirted a few blasts inside him because I was in full flow by the time I saw the head! I slid my wet tip over his cum-covered back before pushing it back into him as I slowly started to come down. This encounter had been a long time in the making and was well worth the wait—but there was no way I was going to leave it as long again before the next installment. In fact, it was possible that I’d be up for another round before we found the others… Now, where did I put his compass?
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