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August 24, 2023 | Full Length Video : 23min 21sec
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It’s rare for me to find myself drawn towards one of the Scouts. I’d be lying if I said it’s never happened, but crossing that particular line can be a long, slippery slope which rarely ends well. Once in a blue moon, however, a boy turns up who’s so exquisite that the only option is to throw caution to the wind…

Serg, a European member of our Troop for six months now, has been an intriguing figure since his arrival. Despite his excellent command of the English language, he remained reserved and observant. His demeanor makes him an exceptional Scout—wise beyond his years, impeccably-groomed and well-behaved without any hint of arrogance or noise. You never had to say anything to him twice.

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He was a little timid to begin with, but it had been a pleasure to watch him grow in confidence, and also to see the positive physical changes which more time in the open air and a great deal more exercise had brought about.

He’d become difficult to ignore: blonde with exquisite, smooth skin. Under normal circumstances, I’d have kept my hands firmly to myself, no matter how much I wanted to screw his brains out. But the “perfect storm” was triggered by the boy’s obvious desire for me. It had become impossible for the two of us to share a space without Serg looking at me with an unrestrained, lustful look in his eyes. It was a look which, on one hand, suggested a certain degree of naïveté, but on the other, made me almost certain that he’d been with an older man before…

It had been difficult for me to get the boy on his own and whenever my attempts to do so were thwarted, I would dutifully step back and assume the universe was trying to deter me. However, his mesmerizing gaze would always bring me back, trapping me once more like a moth lured by perilous flames.

And then, one day, an opportunity presented itself to me that I couldn’t ignore. Serg was due to arrive late to the campsite at the start of a weekend away and I was instructed by Scoutmaster Hernandez to wait for him while the others hiked to the lake to build rafts. When Serg finally arrived, I instructed him to pitch his tent, which he did with an impressive degree of precision and ease. Once the tent was up, I removed my shoes and climbed inside to inspect it…

There’s something about the smell of a tent which drives me wild. It’s that heady combination of rubber and canvas, coupled with a musty, slightly damp aroma which tells a story of midnight feasts, sweaty socks and sneaky jerk-off sessions inside sleeping bags. Put me in a tent and I’m immediately transported to my teenage years, and, more often than not, sporting a hard-on before I even realize I’m turned on!

I sat next to Serg on the groundsheet, which he’d sensibly covered with a checkered woolen rug. Before the rational side of my brain was able to crank into action, I found myself casually running my hand over his thigh. I think, in my mind, I’d managed to justify this overt and crude gesture as one of avuncular friendship, but there was no way that Serg could have interpreted it as anything other than an unsubtle prelude to sex. What’s more, he seemed to take it entirely in his stride, barely flinching and still staring at me with a look which seemed to say “ravage me now.”

And then, just like that, I was fulfilling the fucked-up fantasy which had tantalized my mind for months. My greedy hands caressed every inch of his beautiful body, savoring the sensual softness of his smooth, trembling flesh. His dick was rock hard, and mine was fighting to escape from my pants.

He pressed his gentle lips against me; I had longed to kiss that boy. I’d imagined, in minuscule detail, how he would feel and taste, but nothing could have prepared me for the breathtaking reality. He grasped my dick and toyed with it through my pants. Jets of pre-cum started flying from its tip.

I held him in my arms and thrust my hand down the back of his shorts. He needed to know that I intended to take him. It would be almost impossible to imagine this encounter ending any other way. He carefully unbuckled my belt and pulled my huge manhood from the cruel prison of my underwear. He started to run his tongue over it, and within seconds was sucking me with great fervor. The experience sent shivers of pure excitement up and down my body. I have seldom felt such intense desire for another person.

As he sucked my dick, I pushed his shorts down and thrust a finger into his hole. He recoiled in shock, but a few words of encouragement made him relax. I turned him around and pushed my tongue into his hole until he was moaning with almost desperate anticipation. His ass was one of the most amazing things I think I’ve ever seen: It was tight and puckered, and I knew he’d be a joy to fuck.

I knelt behind him and pushed my raw dick very slowly into him. He gasped, astounded by the sensation. It took a few strokes to get him used to my size, but within a minute or so, I was able to pound him with some degree of force. I found myself entering an ecstatic trance. Our bodies melded into each other, and we became one intense, sexual being.

I turned him onto his back. I needed to look into his eyes as I made love to him. I needed that sense of pure connection. The look on his face—a mixture of desire, trust, and fear—sent me spinning. I felt, on one hand, a need to protect him with every bone of my body, but, on the other, an overwhelming desire to destroy him with my dick. I got him onto all fours and fucked him harder and harder until the semen squirted from me in a laser-like torrent of pure filth.

It took a while to get my breath back. The intensity of the moment had entirely blown my mind. It’s hard to express how I felt as I kissed the back of his head, knowing that this was just the start of a journey for us...

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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 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
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Series: Scout Serg
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Chapters
1. Pitching a Tent 38mn
Serg was one of those boys who seemed to thrive out in the wilderness. Many of the Scouts take a while to get used to being away from their folks. They get homesick and scared; it can be very difficult to watch. Serg, however, took everything in his stride. He’s a natural leader. He’s confident, practical, and brave. He’s the perfect Scout and an absolute joy to mentor. I found myself increasingly drawn to him over the course of the few days we were out camping. He was always so attentive, regularly jumping up to assist if it looked like I had my arms full. On the last day, I suggested the two of us spend a bit of alone time together, so that I could teach him some of the more advanced skills which, frankly, would be lost on most of the other Scouts. We went out into the woods, pitched a tent and I showed him a few wilderness survival tricks. I was impressed by his ability to process and retain information. I realized that I was starting to look at him through a slightly different lens. He’s quite a small boy—a good foot shorter than me—and I really hadn’t thought about him in a sexual way before. But, the more he grew in confidence, the more I realized quite how well-put-together he was. And, the more I looked at him, the more my dick started to respond. It was clear that he’d noticed the bulge. I’d periodically seen him glancing down there, but, unsurprisingly, he seemed entirely unflustered. Over the course of a few minutes, a veil of sexual excitement began to engulf us. I could see that he was suddenly nervous. I think he could tell that something was imminent, something outside the scope of his experiences. It became clear that he was utterly inexperienced in this particular department. I moved in for a kiss and he reciprocated, clumsily at first. I asked if he’d ever kissed a man before and wasn’t at all surprised when he told me that he hadn’t. I instantly felt a rush of excitement. Every single thing I chose to do with young Serg from that moment onwards would become a first for him. Fate had dictated that I show him the ropes. That’s a responsibility I don’t take lightly. Making out with him felt amazing. I kept having to step back to take it all in. This beautiful young man was standing in front of me with a hardon and a tight, little body and my task was simply to show him how amazing sex could be. We got into the tent and things got real hot real quickly. I had to keep reminding myself that he was inexperienced and that I needed to take things as slowly as I could. Of course, all I wanted to do was tear his clothes off and get my dick inside him. But, they say the best things come to those who wait… I unzipped his shirt and kissed him all over his smooth, pale, and surprisingly well-defined torso. Against all odds of the wild, he smelt clean. It drove me crazy. I unzipped his shorts and toyed with the impressive bulge in his pants. His solid dick was leaking pre-cum all over the place. That boy must have been hard for some time. I got my shirt off and threw myself down onto him, allowing my hairy chest to prickle and tickle his hairless body. I rubbed my stubbly chin against his soft cheeks. He started moaning and panting uncontrollably. I pulled his underpants down and exposed his peachy little ass, which has to be one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. My tongue was inside his crack in seconds, dancing and flickering over his tight virgin hole. Was it hot that I was pretty much fully dressed while he wriggled and writhed in front of me wearing just his neckerchief and a cap? Hell yeah! I got my tongue inside his ass again and then gently pushed my thumb into his hole, slowly preparing him for what was likely to be a mind-blowing experience for us both. There was never a moment when he questioned what was happening or told me he was unsure. He knew what was coming and it excited him. There was an unspoken moment when we both realized the time had come. He got on all fours and arched his back and I spat on my big dick and slowly positioned it into his tight, quivering body. It was clearly a lot for him to process. I’m pretty sure it must have hurt like hell, but he gritted his teeth like a good boy and allowed me to sink further and further into his body. And, then, just like that, I started to fuck him. Slowly to begin with and then, with each stroke, I upped the speed and intensity, taking my prize and making every inch of him mine. He groaned and gasped, submitting himself to every second of this mind-boggling new experience. I got him onto his back and continued my work. I stared down into those big, trusting, puppy-dog eyes of his, watching intently as his expression switched between pure carnal pleasure and profound disbelief. His hole was tight. It seemed to grip onto my dick like some kind of iron clamp. I picked up the speed, slamming my meat in-and-out of him in a lust-filled frenzy. Every second of the ride dragged me closer to the edge. I shot deep inside him, lining his insides with my thick juice. I knew that he would never forget the magic and beauty of his first encounter. And frankly, neither would I…
2. The Campsite 24mn
It’s rare for me to find myself drawn towards one of the Scouts. I’d be lying if I said it’s never happened, but crossing that particular line can be a long, slippery slope which rarely ends well. Once in a blue moon, however, a boy turns up who’s so exquisite that the only option is to throw caution to the wind… Serg, a European member of our Troop for six months now, has been an intriguing figure since his arrival. Despite his excellent command of the English language, he remained reserved and observant. His demeanor makes him an exceptional Scout—wise beyond his years, impeccably-groomed and well-behaved without any hint of arrogance or noise. You never had to say anything to him twice. He was a little timid to begin with, but it had been a pleasure to watch him grow in confidence, and also to see the positive physical changes which more time in the open air and a great deal more exercise had brought about. He’d become difficult to ignore: blonde with exquisite, smooth skin. Under normal circumstances, I’d have kept my hands firmly to myself, no matter how much I wanted to screw his brains out. But the “perfect storm” was triggered by the boy’s obvious desire for me. It had become impossible for the two of us to share a space without Serg looking at me with an unrestrained, lustful look in his eyes. It was a look which, on one hand, suggested a certain degree of naïveté, but on the other, made me almost certain that he’d been with an older man before… It had been difficult for me to get the boy on his own and whenever my attempts to do so were thwarted, I would dutifully step back and assume the universe was trying to deter me. However, his mesmerizing gaze would always bring me back, trapping me once more like a moth lured by perilous flames. And then, one day, an opportunity presented itself to me that I couldn’t ignore. Serg was due to arrive late to the campsite at the start of a weekend away and I was instructed by Scoutmaster Hernandez to wait for him while the others hiked to the lake to build rafts. When Serg finally arrived, I instructed him to pitch his tent, which he did with an impressive degree of precision and ease. Once the tent was up, I removed my shoes and climbed inside to inspect it… There’s something about the smell of a tent which drives me wild. It’s that heady combination of rubber and canvas, coupled with a musty, slightly damp aroma which tells a story of midnight feasts, sweaty socks and sneaky jerk-off sessions inside sleeping bags. Put me in a tent and I’m immediately transported to my teenage years, and, more often than not, sporting a hard-on before I even realize I’m turned on! I sat next to Serg on the groundsheet, which he’d sensibly covered with a checkered woolen rug. Before the rational side of my brain was able to crank into action, I found myself casually running my hand over his thigh. I think, in my mind, I’d managed to justify this overt and crude gesture as one of avuncular friendship, but there was no way that Serg could have interpreted it as anything other than an unsubtle prelude to sex. What’s more, he seemed to take it entirely in his stride, barely flinching and still staring at me with a look which seemed to say “ravage me now.” And then, just like that, I was fulfilling the fucked-up fantasy which had tantalized my mind for months. My greedy hands caressed every inch of his beautiful body, savoring the sensual softness of his smooth, trembling flesh. His dick was rock hard, and mine was fighting to escape from my pants. He pressed his gentle lips against me; I had longed to kiss that boy. I’d imagined, in minuscule detail, how he would feel and taste, but nothing could have prepared me for the breathtaking reality. He grasped my dick and toyed with it through my pants. Jets of pre-cum started flying from its tip. I held him in my arms and thrust my hand down the back of his shorts. He needed to know that I intended to take him. It would be almost impossible to imagine this encounter ending any other way. He carefully unbuckled my belt and pulled my huge manhood from the cruel prison of my underwear. He started to run his tongue over it, and within seconds was sucking me with great fervor. The experience sent shivers of pure excitement up and down my body. I have seldom felt such intense desire for another person. As he sucked my dick, I pushed his shorts down and thrust a finger into his hole. He recoiled in shock, but a few words of encouragement made him relax. I turned him around and pushed my tongue into his hole until he was moaning with almost desperate anticipation. His ass was one of the most amazing things I think I’ve ever seen: It was tight and puckered, and I knew he’d be a joy to fuck. I knelt behind him and pushed my raw dick very slowly into him. He gasped, astounded by the sensation. It took a few strokes to get him used to my size, but within a minute or so, I was able to pound him with some degree of force. I found myself entering an ecstatic trance. Our bodies melded into each other, and we became one intense, sexual being. I turned him onto his back. I needed to look into his eyes as I made love to him. I needed that sense of pure connection. The look on his face—a mixture of desire, trust, and fear—sent me spinning. I felt, on one hand, a need to protect him with every bone of my body, but, on the other, an overwhelming desire to destroy him with my dick. I got him onto all fours and fucked him harder and harder until the semen squirted from me in a laser-like torrent of pure filth. It took a while to get my breath back. The intensity of the moment had entirely blown my mind. It’s hard to express how I felt as I kissed the back of his head, knowing that this was just the start of a journey for us...
3. Sneaking Off 34mn
Joining the Scouts is genuinely the best thing I’ve ever done. I often look back to my first day; I’d not been in the country very long and I was about as timid as any boy could get. I don’t think I said anything other than my name for at least three weeks. Over time, I started to loosen up. I suddenly realized I was feeling confident and brave, and before long I’d made some really cool friends and was learning all this amazing stuff not just about the world, but about myself. Of course, I’ve been supported throughout by some amazing Scoutmasters who’ve been incredibly patient with me and taught me skills I never dreamed I’d master. I can now start a fire with two sticks. I know how to administer first aid. I can read maps. I know how to spot a poisonous mushroom. I can recognize bird calls… But the most important of all… I now know how to fuck! The previous statement sounds crude and more than a little flippant, but actually this particular lesson has been of profound importance to me. It’s revolutionized the way that I perceive myself. I’ve learned to love and respect myself and realized how much value I have. What I’ve also come to understand is quite how amazing sex is. I don’t suppose I’d thought that much about it before, but now it’s almost constantly on my mind—especially when I put my Scout uniform on. Perhaps understandably, I’ve started to associate the uniform with sex. The stiff fabric of the shorts makes me hard almost as soon as I put them on, and when I stand in front of a mirror making sure my neckerchief looks just so, I think about the guys who’ve removed it and those lucky men who might yet have that particular privilege! The other night we made a giant fire on the edge of the forest. We kept daring each other to find more wood and by the time we were ready to light it, it was the size of a small car! It took a while to get going, but then it kinda burst into life, sending so many sparks flying out into the night sky that, at one point, we started worrying we were gonna set fire to the trees. Most of the other Scouts had gotten bored and headed back to their tents, so by the time the fire got real big there were just three scouts and three scout leaders sitting around it. Two of the Scoutmasters then headed off to their tents, followed quite rapidly by the other two Scouts. I’m pretty sure it was all entirely innocent, but it made me laugh so hard! If only they knew how dodgy it looked. If I didn’t know them better, I’d have assumed they were sneaking off for sex… Anyhow, this curious exit left us with a huge, raging fire and just me and Scoutmaster Snow there to make sure it didn't turn into some sort of ecological disaster. I didn’t know Scoutmaster Snow all that well. He used to scare me, mostly, I suspect, because I found him so ridiculously hot. I have drifted off to sleep on many occasions with my dick in my hand, imagining some sort of outrageous encounter with him. And there we were, just the two of us, staring into the fire, sitting next to each other on a log while my dick started to rise uncontrollably in my pants… I kept daring to look at him, and was astonished to find he was staring back at me every time. There was something really intense about his gaze which caused me to blush and I pretty quickly deduced that he was into me. He brought his hand up to my forehead and carefully brushed away a bit of ash which had blown up from the fire. I found myself beginning to shake with excitement. There was something incredibly magical about the moment; the almost deafening crackle of the fire, the choking smell of the smoke, the soft summer evening breeze rippling over the hairs on my arm. I felt awake. Alive. All of this while I was sitting next to the man of my dreams who was making a play for me. Moments don’t get much better than this. We kissed. Gently to begin with; it was utterly electrifying. It felt like time was standing still. We were just a stone’s throw from the rest of the camp—and lit up by the fire like giant targets—but neither of us seemed to care. We were just pulled into each other, engulfed by the sensuality of the moment, entirely unwilling to be rushed in any way as we explored each other. I ran my hand over the bulge in his tight shorts and instantly realized what I’d long hoped was the case: that Scoutmaster Snow packs something very special between his muscular thighs. He unzipped his shirt, exposing a beautifully-sculpted torso which glowed with the sweat triggered by the intense warmth of the fire. I slowly ran my hand across those abs, savoring every ripple of every muscle. He stood up and pushed his shorts down, inviting me to place his swollen tool in my mouth. I started to work on it, attempting to control my excitement, a mantra running through my brain which told me the importance of taking things slowly. He was soon entirely naked. I looked up at him as his rippling flesh glowed orange in the light. Above him, through the trees, the night sky was a beautiful shade of deep blue. It felt so strange to be fully clothed with him, standing like a Greek statue above me, but everything added to the mind-blowing sensuality of the moment. He grabbed the back of my head and started to thrust his dick deeper and deeper into my throat. I took it all, desperate to please him, lapping up every moment, enjoying the fact that his low groans of satisfaction were being drowned out by the relentless roar of the fire and the sounds of cicadas screaming impatiently from the trees. But then, just like that, the magic of the moment came to a temporary halt. Perhaps it was the sense that the fire was no longer as intense as it had been. Whatever the case, I think we both felt it at the exact same point. We had gotten entirely carried away. We were risking everything for the sake of a few minutes of carnal excitement. He looked a bit ashamed and started to pull his shorts back up and I wondered if we’d reached the end of the line, but then he smiled at me, kissed me again and led me back to his tent. As I zipped the door of the tent back up, I felt another rush of excitement. We were alone together—and if we stayed silent, no one would disturb us—for the whole night if we wanted. I sat down on his groundsheet and he squatted between my legs, kissing me hungrily. Our hands were soon all over each other, and this time it was him undressing me, ripping down my shorts and underwear before sucking me like I’ve never been sucked in my life before. I tried to remain quiet, but he was doing things to my dick which made me gasp. He’d soon ripped his clothes back off. We were together, naked, alone, bodies entwined. Time could stand still once more. He turned me around and thrust his wet tongue into my hole, instantly causing me to twitch with anticipation, body and brain now aligned in a near frantic desire to be fucked. I started to suck him again, astounded by the size and rigidity of his big dick. I tried to dust off every trick I’d learned in my short sexual history. I wanted him to want me in a powerful way. I wanted him to want me as much as I wanted him. He threw me onto my back and casually pushed my legs into the air, lining up his massive member with my tight hole before pushing it into me, raw. I’ll confess: it took a minute or so to get used to the sensation. There must have been a good eight inches going in and out of me—and Scoutmaster Snow’s dick is probably the girthiest I’ve ever encountered. It was all I could do to stop myself from cumming on the spot. I simply told myself to relax while the waves of intense pleasure rolled up and down my body. He got so deep inside me it was hard to contain myself. I felt like my internal organs were being pushed around to make way for his monster. At one point he rolled onto his back, pulling me with him, so I was suddenly sitting on top of him, riding him like a wild horse. I slammed myself as hard as I could up and down on his dick, rolling my ass over him, my own rock-hard cock slapping violently against his stomach, leaving pools of pre-cum in its wake. It’s difficult to explain what got into me. I felt invincible, able to ride and ride him at increasing speeds without feeling tired in any way. He just laid back, a huge, cheeky smile plastered across his handsome face. Then he got me onto my side and pushed himself into me with such force that I yelled. With every thrust, I felt the semen rising in my balls. By the time I was on all fours and he was fucking me from behind, I was ready to explode. I held on for as long as I could. I didn’t want it to end but it just felt so god-damned amazing. Then suddenly he started going faster and deeper—the pace and intensity kept increasing until I felt I had no choice but to grab my dick and start to jerk it. The semen flew out of me in huge quantities, all over his ground sheet. Seconds later I felt him exploding, painting my insides with his beautiful juices. He stayed in me and rolled me onto my side. He fell asleep with his dick inside me, an achievement I neither knew I wanted or needed prior to that moment.
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