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Scoutmaster Angus and Scout Ian
January 14, 2021 | Full Length Video : 18min 29sec
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Scout Ian has been summoned to Scoutmaster Angus’ office to take the Elite Scout pledge. He does not yet understand the honor, even as he receives the pin from the hands of the bearded, barrel-chested man. Ian has agreed to do everything he is told. It is an essential part of their society and Ian may be shy, but he is obedient.

Scoutmaster Angus seats himself and pulls the boy toward him slowly, his eyes on the boy’s crotch, wondering if he’s already hard. Ian smiles shyly but stands completely still as his scoutmaster runs his hands over his body. The leader starts with Ian’s ass, massaging the firm, perfectly round cheeks through the boy’s shorts with his large hands. Ian has a much slighter build, and he sways gently from the strength behind the man’s touch. He is completely compliant as Scoutmaster Angus confirms the boy’s hardon by rubbing his groin and then removing the boy’s shirt. All the signs say that Ian is enjoying himself—the half-closed eyes, the lip biting, the head falling back—as he reaches up to touch the man’s firm, hairy forearm.

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Ian’s lean, little body is almost completely smooth, save for a slight dusting of an adolescent happy trail leading into his shorts. His mouth falls open as Scoutmaster Angus holds his head back to kiss the boy’s neck from behind, teasing his nipples, and he smiles openly when the Scoutmaster’s hand drifts lower to squeeze his visible bulge. This emboldens Ian to do the same. He turns to the man and squeezes the massive bulge protruding through the man’s pants.

Scoutmaster Angus slides down Ian’s shorts, freeing his hardon. The older man tugs on it gently while holding Ian close to kiss him. But his hands wander to the boy’s bubblebutt, squeezing the cheeks and pulling them apart to explore Ian’s virgin hole with his thick fingertips. Wanting inside, the scoutmaster unbuttons his shirt and before the man’s pants can even hit the floor, Ian is on his knees face to face with the biggest, thickest cock he’s ever seen. And instinctively, he knows exactly what to do

The boy’s eagerness gets Scoutmaster Angus almost as worked up as the boy’s mouth, and he soon has Ian bent over his desk, exposing his beautiful pucker. The boy moans as the older man loosens his hole with one thick finger, then an even thicker thumb, and finally by pressing in the head of his beer-can cock. Ian bites down on his own hand to stifle a whimper as he’s opened wide by his scoutmaster. It’s a lot for a virgin ass to take, but Ian rarely backs down from a challenge. It’s why he’s here after all. He doesn’t doubt himself, even when the man gets one foot up on the table to press deeper into the boy’s hole or flips him over and spreads his legs wide. Ian’s ass cheeks bounce as the scoutmaster thrusts harder and harder, and the boy even begins to rock back into the man’s strokes.

Scoutmaster Angus gets Ian to lie flat on the desk and climbs on top of him to jockey his ass. The boy’s bubbly ass cheeks bulge from the weight of his leader’s piston-like fucking, and the two moan in unison. The scoutmaster’s groans get louder and he pulls out and sits up to paint the boy's ass with rope after rope of hot jizz before leaning in to impale the boy one more time. Ian has passed an important trial, and Scoutmaster Angus stands and smears his cum over the boy’s hole, massaging it gently with his fingers.

The ceremony is closed with a kiss, and the man rolls Ian over to grip the boy’s rock hard cock. Ian hopes that one day soon, he will be as manly as his scoutmaster. He hopes even sooner that he will be able to share more with the thickly muscled bear.

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Series: Scout Ian
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Chapters
1. The Pledge 19mn
Scout Ian has been summoned to Scoutmaster Angus’ office to take the Elite Scout pledge. He does not yet understand the honor, even as he receives the pin from the hands of the bearded, barrel-chested man. Ian has agreed to do everything he is told. It is an essential part of their society and Ian may be shy, but he is obedient. Scoutmaster Angus seats himself and pulls the boy toward him slowly, his eyes on the boy’s crotch, wondering if he’s already hard. Ian smiles shyly but stands completely still as his scoutmaster runs his hands over his body. The leader starts with Ian’s ass, massaging the firm, perfectly round cheeks through the boy’s shorts with his large hands. Ian has a much slighter build, and he sways gently from the strength behind the man’s touch. He is completely compliant as Scoutmaster Angus confirms the boy’s hardon by rubbing his groin and then removing the boy’s shirt. All the signs say that Ian is enjoying himself—the half-closed eyes, the lip biting, the head falling back—as he reaches up to touch the man’s firm, hairy forearm. Ian’s lean, little body is almost completely smooth, save for a slight dusting of an adolescent happy trail leading into his shorts. His mouth falls open as Scoutmaster Angus holds his head back to kiss the boy’s neck from behind, teasing his nipples, and he smiles openly when the Scoutmaster’s hand drifts lower to squeeze his visible bulge. This emboldens Ian to do the same. He turns to the man and squeezes the massive bulge protruding through the man’s pants. Scoutmaster Angus slides down Ian’s shorts, freeing his hardon. The older man tugs on it gently while holding Ian close to kiss him. But his hands wander to the boy’s bubblebutt, squeezing the cheeks and pulling them apart to explore Ian’s virgin hole with his thick fingertips. Wanting inside, the scoutmaster unbuttons his shirt and before the man’s pants can even hit the floor, Ian is on his knees face to face with the biggest, thickest cock he’s ever seen. And instinctively, he knows exactly what to do The boy’s eagerness gets Scoutmaster Angus almost as worked up as the boy’s mouth, and he soon has Ian bent over his desk, exposing his beautiful pucker. The boy moans as the older man loosens his hole with one thick finger, then an even thicker thumb, and finally by pressing in the head of his beer-can cock. Ian bites down on his own hand to stifle a whimper as he’s opened wide by his scoutmaster. It’s a lot for a virgin ass to take, but Ian rarely backs down from a challenge. It’s why he’s here after all. He doesn’t doubt himself, even when the man gets one foot up on the table to press deeper into the boy’s hole or flips him over and spreads his legs wide. Ian’s ass cheeks bounce as the scoutmaster thrusts harder and harder, and the boy even begins to rock back into the man’s strokes. Scoutmaster Angus gets Ian to lie flat on the desk and climbs on top of him to jockey his ass. The boy’s bubbly ass cheeks bulge from the weight of his leader’s piston-like fucking, and the two moan in unison. The scoutmaster’s groans get louder and he pulls out and sits up to paint the boy's ass with rope after rope of hot jizz before leaning in to impale the boy one more time. Ian has passed an important trial, and Scoutmaster Angus stands and smears his cum over the boy’s hole, massaging it gently with his fingers. The ceremony is closed with a kiss, and the man rolls Ian over to grip the boy’s rock hard cock. Ian hopes that one day soon, he will be as manly as his scoutmaster. He hopes even sooner that he will be able to share more with the thickly muscled bear.
2. Setting Up Camp 22mn
I spotted Ian as soon as he arrived for summer camp. Something about him instantly got my attention. He looked so young, so innocent, so lost somehow, and yet there was something, lurking behind his eyes, which made me think he knew stuff. Over the next few days, I could sense him staring at me. When I looked back, he invariably looked away, but as time wore on, he got pretty good at holding my gaze. Certainly long enough for me to know that he was up for it. I set up an orienteering task for him and another young recruit who Scoutmaster Wolf had been fooling around with. I had my wicked way with both of them in the forest and then again in the privacy of my tent. Ian took to it like a duck to water and I enjoyed every moment with him. Pretty soon, I was finding every opportunity I could to get him on his own. I became almost obsessed with getting my dick inside his tight little ass. He was a good scout. He could build a decent fire, tie all sorts of complicated ropes, cook a fairly edible meal.. The one thing he couldn’t do, however, was put up a tent. He was forever having to get the other guys to help him, much to his great embarrassment. Yesterday, a few of the boys joined me on a hike right out into the forest and, after arriving at our designated camping spot for the night, I saw him sneaking off into the trees with his backpack. I knew exactly what he was doing. He was going to practice putting up his tent away from the gaze of the other boys. I followed and watched from a distance. It was quite sweet to see the little guy fumbling around with the ground sheet without a clue about what to do next. I watched for a while before taking pity on him and giving him a hand. I’d like to think that he was learning, but I’m not sure anything I said was being processed. He’d plainly got himself into a blind panic and convinced himself that tent-building was impossible. It turned out he hadn’t even packed the right equipment, so we were forced to abort the mission, and, because it was getting late, I suggested he sleep in my tent. The appropriate course of action, of course, would have been to suggest he share a tent with one of the other boys, but when you have a raging boner, appropriateness tends to fly out of the window! I got him inside the tent and we instantly started kissing. The boy looked so sexy and smart in his uniform. I pulled him into me and wrapped my big, strong, bear-like arms around him before getting him undressed. I kept his shorts on a little longer than everything else. I’ve admired his peachy little ass so often in those shorts since the last time we made out! I had a quick feel underneath to check he was wearing a jock. Ever since we’ve been hooking up I’ve encouraged him to wear one. I thought, as we kissed, how nicely defined his chest was. I dunno why I’d not noticed that before. He’s a skinny one, alright, but he’s got some pretty good definition for someone his age. The boy certainly knows how to kiss. He knows how to vary the pace and respond to my moves. Some boys are all tongue and teeth with no sense of finesse, but Ian’s a fast learner… or he’s had a few lessons from another older guy! It was wonderful to be alone with him in the tent. It was our little secret, and knowing we were gonna be together all night was an incredibly sexy thought. I wondered how many times we were we gonna fuck, how regularly I could make the little man shoot his load. Above anything else, I loved that we had to keep our voices down. I got his shorts off, got myself naked and stuck my tongue in his ass, just to get it a little wet. That, and a bit of pre-cum is actually all he needs to be fucked, which is a beautiful thing. I got him on all fours, still in that sexy jock of his, and started to push myself in. We fit together almost perfectly. He is so, so tight, and his ass feels like it grips on me. I pushed him down to the ground and got him in a bear hug from behind so that I could get inside him real deep. Then I turned him around, spat on my dick and went in from the front. It suddenly struck me that if I rocked onto my back, pulling the lad with me while keeping inside him, he’d end up sitting on me. I was quite proud of that particular move!! He squatted over me, and started to thrust his body weight down onto my dick. I got my hands onto his upper thighs and started to pull him down even harder onto me. You could tell he was in a little bit of discomfort but a good scout never gives in! I was proud of him. He took it harder and harder. I got to that stage where I just wanted to bang my load into him and spent what felt like forever trying not to cum. I got him back on all fours, knelt behind him and started plowing my dick into him with deep, long strokes. Then I pushed him down and really got in there. The feeling was intense and I knew I had to blow. I pulled out and shot a massive load of thick creamy cum all over his ass cheeks, before pushing myself back into his ass. We were gonna be there all night and Ian was gonna have to get used to the feeling of my dick inside him!
3. First-Aid Training 15mn
My time in the Scouts has certainly been an eye-opening experience! When I signed up, I imagined I’d be going on amazing trips to really cool, inaccessible places and learning how to make fires, tie knots and even save lives. But some of the things I’ve ended up doing… well, let’s just say they were unexpected… My dad was apparently a very good Scout. According to him! He never stops talking about his “halcyon days camping under the stars” and all those “amazing life lessons” he learned. I don’t know if my dad was necessarily talking about sexual experiences. There was certainly a bit of a funny look in his eyes when he told me that joining the Scouts would teach me how to become a proper man, but heck, if I found out that he’d got up to some of the stuff I’ve been doing over the last few weeks when he was in the Scouts, I’m not sure I’d be able to look him in the eye ever again! I actually lost my virginity to one of the scoutmasters pretty soon after arriving at my first jamboree. And since then I’ve been having pretty regular - and very steamy - sessions with him. And, in fact, another one of the Scouts! I love doing it outside, under the trees. I reckon I’m gonna get hard every time I smell pine from now on! I might have to get my mom to change her air fresheners!! I’ve always had a bit of a crush on Scoutmaster Wolf. He’s so tall, handsome and masculine. Like a film star, really. He can be quite stern and aloof, but that just makes him sexier. He’s one of those people who just makes you want to do your best, you know? I was always too nervous to talk to him, of course, but he smiled at me the other day. We were telling really crappy ghost stories around the campfire, and when I smiled back, he held my gaze for the longest time. My heart was beating in my ears. I’m sure I was blushing. Thank God it was dark. Then he winked and went back to toasting his marshmallows! I couldn’t sleep that night because I was thinking about him so much. He came up to me yesterday and started talking about my first aid badge. Every time he asked me a question, I felt really self-conscious. I literally couldn’t string a decent sentence together. Of course, he seemed to find the whole thing really funny, which just made it worse. Then he asked if I’d be up for learning a few new skills… And with that we were walking out into the forest and I was burbling again about nothing in particular, and he was laughing at my discomfort. We stopped under a tree and sat down. He said he was going to show me how to mend a broken leg. At least, I think he said that. I wasn’t really listening. I was just trying to hide the hard on in my shorts and look at the ground; every time I looked at his face, I went red like a tomato. He was talking about splints and sticks and kerchiefs. It was all going in one ear and out the other. At one point he picked up a bit of wood from the ground and there was a big furry caterpillar on it! It was all weird and curled up and I was really impressed when he picked it up. I always thought those things were, like, really poisonous? My heart was pounding. As he squatted next to me, wrapping kerchiefs around my leg, I felt myself going into some sort of trance. I just zoned out. He’s got this really calm, low voice. I kept imagining how amazing it would feel if he started touching me sexually, and whispering stuff with that insanely deep voice in my ear. I’ll be honest… I was kinda willing for it to happen!! He stood me up with the makeshift splint attached to my leg and put his arm around me. I guess he was trying to show me how to support someone and walk them to safety but I was too busy wondering if he could see my dick which was sticking out at a really weird angle in my shorts! As he knelt down to untie me, his face was pretty much level with my crotch. Part of me wanted to hide the bulge. The other part of me felt like it might be a useful way to get the ball rolling. If he was interested, of course, which he probably wasn’t because he was wearing a wedding ring. Who was I trying to kid? He told me it was my turn to do his leg, which was mortifying because I hadn’t actually been listening to his instructions. I did my best but really I had no clue what I was doing, or, in fact, why! Removing his neckerchief and wrapping it around his leg was an unexpectedly arousing experience! And he’s so tall. I barely come up to his chin. I guess that’s the thing I find so unbelievably exciting about him. Deep down, I know he’s a gentle giant, but part of me realized he could literally have done anything that he wanted to me in that forest. I would have been utterly powerless to stop him. And, of course, the more those crazy thoughts span around in my head, the more I wanted something to happen… He eventually told me to undo the embarrassing splint I’d made, then stood behind me to put my neckerchief back on, pulling me into him as he tied it up. My heart was beating real fast. I felt sure he was starting something. I could feel his dick pressing into me and it was hard. It was actually hard… So I put my hand behind my back and gave it a squeeze! Then he turned me around and we were looking at each other, and I was blushing, as he was asking if I liked touching, and telling me I was handsome, and then suddenly we were kissing! It was electrifying. Is that the word? I felt like shocks of electricity were passing from his lips to mine. He had his big, strong arms wrapped around me. I wanted him so so much. It got real steamy, real fast. He took control and pushed me against a tree, grabbing my bulge as he kissed me, then pulling my hand onto his. I would never have imagined that anyone could have a dick that size. I was almost scared to pull it out of his pants! He pushed my shorts down and started feeling my ass. I finally plucked up the courage to undo his belt, pull down his flies and pull that giant weapon out of his underpants. When I squatted down to suck it, I couldn’t seem to get enough of it into my mouth. No matter how hard I tried! He slapped my ass and then started to finger my hole. I kept on sucking, trying to work out whether he was going to attempt to get that monster into me, and if he did, if it would destroy me! He suddenly turned me around and pushed me against the tree. Seconds later, I felt his dick lining up with my hole, and then a bolt of intense pain as he pushed himself into me. I literally thought I was going to split in two. I could feel everything being stretched and pushed apart. It was terrifying and yet there wasn’t a moment when I wanted it to stop. I wanted to be his boy. I wanted to please him. I wanted him to want me. Then he started to move in and out, slowly to start with, but then faster and faster. A weird part of me kept wondering how we’d have looked if anyone walking through those woods had stumbled upon us. Scoutmaster Wolf always looks so god-damned sexy in his uniform, and he was still fully dressed as he fucked me. I had my head against the tree and my eyes closed, but I kept thinking how amazing he must be looking… I almost wanted someone to see us. I must have relaxed or something at that moment, because suddenly his dick stopped hurting and started feeling great - and I just wanted more and more of it. He asked if I wanted him to cum in me and I couldn’t imagine anything I wanted more. The thought of him leaving his seed inside me. The thought of going back to camp with his load in me. The thought of talking to the other scouts with Scoutmaster Wolf’s cum in my ass… His last few strokes were really hard and intense. I could hear him gritting his teeth. And suddenly he exploded. I could feel his juices bursting into me. I could feel his dick expanding and contracting as he pumped each squirt into me. And it went so deep. And there was so much of it. As he pulled out, I could feel some of it was coming out with him, and I heard the squelch as it flew out, down the back of my shorts and onto the ground. Then he kissed me. Really passionately. And I knew that he wanted me and that we’d do it again. And I suddenly realized that dreams can come true!