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scout serg | Chapter 2

the campsite

Scoutmaster Stone and Scout Serg
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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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...
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