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August 25, 2022 | Full Length Video : 30min 45sec
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Scout Logan was a good boy. He was always very careful about the way he looked, he listened intently to the Scoutmasters, behaved himself impeccably, and worked incredibly hard. Since joining the scouts, it had been his goal to become an elite scout. And when he was finally called-up to take a pledge of allegiance to this illustrious group, his heart almost burst with pride.

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He didn’t know Scoutmaster St. Michael, whom, he was told, would be overseeing the auspicious and apparently very private ceremony. St. Michael was new to the troop and Logan didn’t even know what he looked like. As the boy knocked on the office door, his heart started pounding with nerves.

The Scoutmaster seemed a little aloof, but he was friendly enough. He was around 40, handsome and tanned with dirty blond hair. Because of his name, Logan had half-expected him to be French, but he spoke with a southern drawl, which the boy rather liked. Logan took a deep breath. His nerves were replaced by a sense of excitement. His childhood ambition was about to be realized…

St. Michael opened a blue velvet box and removed a pin which he somewhat fumblingly attached to the shirt collar on the boy’s uniform. The Scoutmaster then took a second pin, which he attached to the other collar, and then another, which he pinned to the boy’s breast pocket. Logan was suddenly aware of the significance of the moment. It almost felt like a baptism into manhood. He felt ten feet tall.

St. Michael stood incredibly close to Logan to pin the badges onto him. The moment felt very intimate. St. Michael caught Logan’s eye and blushed noticeably.

The Scoutmaster then stepped back to admire his handiwork before attempting to smooth out a crease in the boy’s shirt, his hand slowly running up and down Logan’s chest in a gesture which could have been interpreted as a sexual overture. Logan wasn’t sure what to think, but he liked the sensation of the Scoutmaster’s hands pressing against his body.

St. Michael sat down on a chair and told the boy to come and stand between his open legs. Logan was confused and a little embarrassed by the request, but he did as he was told, not quite knowing where to look or what to do when the Scoutmaster stared wantonly into his eyes and began clumsily touching him in increasingly intimate places.

Logan relaxed. He felt his hands reaching towards the Scoutmaster’s chest and absentmindedly fondling his erect nipples through his shirt. A look of seriousness shot across St. Michael’s face. He was plainly overcome with excitement, but simultaneously grappling with guilt…

The Scoutmaster suddenly pushed his hand into Logan’s crotch and started fondling the boy’s rock hard penis. The sensation scared Logan. No one had ever touched him like that before and he’d certainly never entertained the notion of being sexually attracted to another man. Besides, what would happen if someone suddenly walked into the office? Would he be thrown out of the scouts?

St. Michael stood up and Logan dared to look down at his crotch for the first time. He could see the Scoutmaster’s dick very obviously bulging in his uniform trousers. The sight made him freeze with fear…

Logan suddenly became aware of the Scoutmaster’s lips lunging towards him. And a couple of seconds later, they were kissing.

Logan didn’t really know what to do. He’d seen people kissing in films but had never done anything of the sort in reality. He simply tried to copy what St. Michael was doing. The moment was as uncomfortable as it was hot.

St. Michael stood behind Logan and undid his belt before pushing his shorts to the ground, kissing the boy’s neck hungrily while groping his dick through his underpants. Logan felt his legs giving way. The sensation was like nothing he’d ever experienced. His dick was so hard that he genuinely thought it was going to explode.

St. Michael then unzipped Logan’s shirt, running his large hands lustfully over the boy’s slim, smooth chest. He wanted Logan so badly. His dick was pummeling precum into his uniform pants, desperate to get inside the boy’s virgin ass. He lowered Logan’s underpants and at last the smooth, skinny scout was naked but for his cap and neckerchief.

Logan genuinely had no idea what to expect next. He could feel his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and terror. He loved everything that was happening to him, but the look of wild desperation on the Scoutmaster’s face scared him a little. St. Michael knelt down in front of the boy and started to suck his dick. The sensation was so intense. Logan had to fight hard to stop himself from shooting on the spot.

St. Michael turned the boy around and pushed one of his legs onto the table so that his tight little ass was beautifully presented. The Scoutmaster then dropped to his knees again, hungrily licking and fingering the boy’s hole until Logan found himself gasping with mind-blowing pleasure and anticipation.

He somehow knew that the Scoutmaster was preparing him for sex, but didn’t know how it was going to feel. What he did know was that he liked what the older man was doing to him - a lot. It made him feel desired, subservient, and keen to please…

St. Michael stood and hastily unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants and underpants, unzipping his shirt at the same time to expose a neatly-cropped, hairy chest. His bulging dick was large and rock hard, so hard in fact that it was curving upwards.

He stood behind the boy and lined his cock up with Logan’s tiny hole before driving it inside. Logan was in a trance-like state, so didn’t tense up when the scoutmaster penetrated him. St. Michael was surprised that he’d managed to enter the boy without the first-timer wincing or tightening, but Logan was in a state of pure ecstasy so he slid in relatively easily.

The older man loved the sensation of the young boy’s tight ass wrapped firmly around his big, daddy dick. He instantly started to grind himself into Logan’s tiny body, going deeper and harder with every decadent, outrageous stroke.

St. Michael was soon gritting his teeth and really getting stuck in, brutalizing the panting boy to fully satisfy every one of his sleazy sexual impulses while the darts of precum flew from his dick and lined the boy’s guts with extra lubrication.

The Scoutmaster pulled out and pushed Logan onto his back, staring into the boy’s innocent eyes determinedly as he upped the pace and ferocity of his strokes, beads of sweat now pouring down his face and landing on the boy’s hairless belly.

St. Michael let out a low, satisfied grunt as he felt the first waves of cum rising in his balls. He knew he needed to shoot inside Logan. He wanted to brand the boy; take ownership of him. He came hard and deep, so far inside Logan that he thought the load might never trickle back out again.

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SCOUT LOGAN

Scout Logan is about as innocent as a boy can get. This pint-sized, blond-haired cutie is conscientious, hard-working and always immaculately turned-out. He’s recently started questioning his sexuality. He finds himself regularly drawn to older men and, for a long time, put this down to a form of hero worship… but he’s started to wonder if there’s also an element of sexual attraction in the way he feels. He’s like catnip for older men, who take one look at him and instantly want to corrupt him!

Played by Logan Cross
SCOUTMASTER ST. MICHAEL

Don’t be fooled by Scoutmaster St. Michael’s name. He’s not French, far from it, in fact, this dirty blond hunk speaks with a sexy southern drawl which drives the boys wild. And it’s not just his voice which makes him dangerous. St. Michael’s upward-curving dick is huge and always rock hard, and it loves to find its way into fresh flesh.

Played by Ryan St. Michael
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Chapters
1. The Pledge 31mn
Scout Logan was a good boy. He was always very careful about the way he looked, he listened intently to the Scoutmasters, behaved himself impeccably, and worked incredibly hard. Since joining the scouts, it had been his goal to become an elite scout. And when he was finally called-up to take a pledge of allegiance to this illustrious group, his heart almost burst with pride. He didn’t know Scoutmaster St. Michael, whom, he was told, would be overseeing the auspicious and apparently very private ceremony. St. Michael was new to the troop and Logan didn’t even know what he looked like. As the boy knocked on the office door, his heart started pounding with nerves. The Scoutmaster seemed a little aloof, but he was friendly enough. He was around 40, handsome and tanned with dirty blond hair. Because of his name, Logan had half-expected him to be French, but he spoke with a southern drawl, which the boy rather liked. Logan took a deep breath. His nerves were replaced by a sense of excitement. His childhood ambition was about to be realized… St. Michael opened a blue velvet box and removed a pin which he somewhat fumblingly attached to the shirt collar on the boy’s uniform. The Scoutmaster then took a second pin, which he attached to the other collar, and then another, which he pinned to the boy’s breast pocket. Logan was suddenly aware of the significance of the moment. It almost felt like a baptism into manhood. He felt ten feet tall. St. Michael stood incredibly close to Logan to pin the badges onto him. The moment felt very intimate. St. Michael caught Logan’s eye and blushed noticeably. The Scoutmaster then stepped back to admire his handiwork before attempting to smooth out a crease in the boy’s shirt, his hand slowly running up and down Logan’s chest in a gesture which could have been interpreted as a sexual overture. Logan wasn’t sure what to think, but he liked the sensation of the Scoutmaster’s hands pressing against his body. St. Michael sat down on a chair and told the boy to come and stand between his open legs. Logan was confused and a little embarrassed by the request, but he did as he was told, not quite knowing where to look or what to do when the Scoutmaster stared wantonly into his eyes and began clumsily touching him in increasingly intimate places. Logan relaxed. He felt his hands reaching towards the Scoutmaster’s chest and absentmindedly fondling his erect nipples through his shirt. A look of seriousness shot across St. Michael’s face. He was plainly overcome with excitement, but simultaneously grappling with guilt… The Scoutmaster suddenly pushed his hand into Logan’s crotch and started fondling the boy’s rock hard penis. The sensation scared Logan. No one had ever touched him like that before and he’d certainly never entertained the notion of being sexually attracted to another man. Besides, what would happen if someone suddenly walked into the office? Would he be thrown out of the scouts? St. Michael stood up and Logan dared to look down at his crotch for the first time. He could see the Scoutmaster’s dick very obviously bulging in his uniform trousers. The sight made him freeze with fear… Logan suddenly became aware of the Scoutmaster’s lips lunging towards him. And a couple of seconds later, they were kissing. Logan didn’t really know what to do. He’d seen people kissing in films but had never done anything of the sort in reality. He simply tried to copy what St. Michael was doing. The moment was as uncomfortable as it was hot. St. Michael stood behind Logan and undid his belt before pushing his shorts to the ground, kissing the boy’s neck hungrily while groping his dick through his underpants. Logan felt his legs giving way. The sensation was like nothing he’d ever experienced. His dick was so hard that he genuinely thought it was going to explode. St. Michael then unzipped Logan’s shirt, running his large hands lustfully over the boy’s slim, smooth chest. He wanted Logan so badly. His dick was pummeling precum into his uniform pants, desperate to get inside the boy’s virgin ass. He lowered Logan’s underpants and at last the smooth, skinny scout was naked but for his cap and neckerchief. Logan genuinely had no idea what to expect next. He could feel his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and terror. He loved everything that was happening to him, but the look of wild desperation on the Scoutmaster’s face scared him a little. St. Michael knelt down in front of the boy and started to suck his dick. The sensation was so intense. Logan had to fight hard to stop himself from shooting on the spot. St. Michael turned the boy around and pushed one of his legs onto the table so that his tight little ass was beautifully presented. The Scoutmaster then dropped to his knees again, hungrily licking and fingering the boy’s hole until Logan found himself gasping with mind-blowing pleasure and anticipation. He somehow knew that the Scoutmaster was preparing him for sex, but didn’t know how it was going to feel. What he did know was that he liked what the older man was doing to him - a lot. It made him feel desired, subservient, and keen to please… St. Michael stood and hastily unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants and underpants, unzipping his shirt at the same time to expose a neatly-cropped, hairy chest. His bulging dick was large and rock hard, so hard in fact that it was curving upwards. He stood behind the boy and lined his cock up with Logan’s tiny hole before driving it inside. Logan was in a trance-like state, so didn’t tense up when the scoutmaster penetrated him. St. Michael was surprised that he’d managed to enter the boy without the first-timer wincing or tightening, but Logan was in a state of pure ecstasy so he slid in relatively easily. The older man loved the sensation of the young boy’s tight ass wrapped firmly around his big, daddy dick. He instantly started to grind himself into Logan’s tiny body, going deeper and harder with every decadent, outrageous stroke. St. Michael was soon gritting his teeth and really getting stuck in, brutalizing the panting boy to fully satisfy every one of his sleazy sexual impulses while the darts of precum flew from his dick and lined the boy’s guts with extra lubrication. The Scoutmaster pulled out and pushed Logan onto his back, staring into the boy’s innocent eyes determinedly as he upped the pace and ferocity of his strokes, beads of sweat now pouring down his face and landing on the boy’s hairless belly. St. Michael let out a low, satisfied grunt as he felt the first waves of cum rising in his balls. He knew he needed to shoot inside Logan. He wanted to brand the boy; take ownership of him. He came hard and deep, so far inside Logan that he thought the load might never trickle back out again.
2. Setting Up Shelter 32mn
I guess you could describe me as pretty experienced for my age. That certainly hasn’t always been the case—before joining the Elite Scouts, I had absolutely no interest in the main hallmark of maturity: sex. To be honest, I found the thought utterly terrifying. Of course, the moment it happened, I was instantly hooked and now I can’t get enough of it! It was Scoutmaster St. Michael who took my virginity. Though it blew my mind, I’d always thought of the whole experience as a one-off thing. But more recently I’ve started to get a sense of unfinished business every time I see him. I’m an entirely different person now when compared to the nervous wreck I was when we first met. I know who I am these days, I know what I’m about, and I’ve learned a whole heap of tricks which have made me a far better lover! I want to share all that with the guy that kicked things off, so for the last few months I’ve been a bit flirty with him and he’s been responding in all the right ways. When he asked me to join him on a two-person hike, I was thrilled. There’s always someone hanging about at camp, so getting alone time with him, or anyone, was challenging. As we walked away from the others—out into the wilderness—I started to feel all the anxiety drift away. This was my opportunity; we were not going to be interrupted. We chatted about everything and anything, while carefully ignoring any discussion about what had happened when he initiated me into the Elite Scouts. I kept trying to push the conversation in that direction, but I got the strong sense that he was resisting, and that made me a whole heap less confident about his feelings towards me. We pitched a tent in a clearing at least five miles from base camp. There was no way anyone would stumble upon us there. We’d gone off the beaten track several times and I would’ve completely lost my bearings had Scoutmaster St. Michael not been there. We stood for a while, looking up at the sun glinting through the leaves of the tall trees overhead. The warm spring breeze massaged our faces and the backs of our necks. He stood close to me. I could feel the back of his hand brushing lightly against my thigh. And then, without further prompting, we kissed… It was a gentle, delicate, somewhat tentative kiss, a kiss which felt as though we were both seeking the other one’s permission. It was a kiss which grew with confidence. Our hands started to explore each other’s bodies. Then, it was the kiss of energy rekindling. Those old sensations came rushing back. I felt inexperienced again. I found myself shaking like a leaf. I was suddenly a complete novice in my master’s capable hands. I grabbed his bulge through the fabric of his pants, desperate to feel it inside me again. He stood behind me and thrust his body into my back while undoing my belt. My shorts dropped to the ground. Then, finally, finally, he released my throbbing, rock hard dick from the soft fabric encasement of my underpants. We got inside the tent and were immediately engulfed by that familiar damp, slightly stale, plastic smell which seems to accompany all tents. It’s an aroma I’ve started to associate with the promise of sex! We were instantly making out again, impatient to move things to the next level. Scoutmaster St. Michael started to undress himself. He uncovered his beautiful, upward-curving dick. His was the first erect penis I’d ever touched; I’d wondered if all dicks apart from mine were shaped like that. I’ve subsequently realized that his cock is brilliantly unique. It was plainly designed by mother nature to bring absolute pleasure to boys like me. I squatted down and started to suck him off. I looked up at his face while using my tongue and mouth to show him all the cool stuff I’d learned. He returned the favor and sucked me so good that I thought I was instantly gonna blow my load right down his throat! He asked if I was gonna give him my ass, so I threw myself down on all fours and dutifully presented my rear to him. He got to work with his tongue and fingers pretty darned quick, with a cheeky grin on his face which seemed to say, “just you wait…” My hole instantly opened up for him. If I didn’t know for certain that he was about to do it, I’d have begged him to fuck me. He knelt up behind me and started to push his solid dick into me. I yielded. I felt a sense of pure relief as he entered. This was the thing I’d longed for, the thing I needed beyond anything else… He rutted me, slowly and then with increasing force and speed. His curved dick did things to my insides which no other dick had ever done, or could ever do. The more he pleasured me, the more I felt the need to please him, tightening my ass muscles around his cock and pulling him into my stomach. I knew that getting onto my back was going to be the ultimate position because his curved dick would start to rub against my prostate. And sure enough, the moment he entered me like that, I was sent spinning off into some sort of erotic trance. I stared into his eyes—urging him to read the thoughts which were bouncing about in my head. I wanted him to know how much I needed him, and I needed him to know that I was his and his alone. We changed positions again and I rode him as hard as I could, loving the sensation of his giant dick mercilessly spearing my insides every time I lowered my body. We relaxed into a slow grind for a while, watching each other intently, passionately, knowingly… savoring every second of the experience. He slowly worked up the pace of his strokes until I was gasping uncontrollably. He, very suddenly, blew his load deep inside me. Who knows when that will make its way out of me again? It’s gonna feel good knowing there’s a piece of him inside me... and I think we’ll even go for a second round before it’s gone.
3. Campsite 35mn
Joining the Scouts is the best thing I’ve ever done. I can’t believe I almost didn't join; I'd somehow convinced myself that it was all going to be for nothing. Looking back, I think I was just terrified of the unknown. From the moment I entered the Scout hut, I never looked back. I instantly felt like I’d found a home. A tribe. My eyes have been opened to so much. I’ve become more focused, more disciplined, more practical and unflappable. If I’m not yet a man, I figure I’m well on the way to becoming one! The thing which has most blown my mind since joining these Scouts is the thing they call sex! I turned up on that first day as a complete innocent. I’d barely started learning to jerk off and it certainly hadn’t crossed my mind that I might be into guys. I’ll always be grateful to Scoutmaster St. Michael, who gathered me in and showed me those particular ropes. After taking me that first time, he encouraged me to explore my fantasies with boys my own age. He was always there for me to return to whenever I felt the urge… which was a pretty regular occurrence, if I’m honest! Once you’ve had a man as potent and powerful as St. Michael, it’s impossible not to crave more of him. He was my first and he’ll probably always be the best. We find alone time whenever we’re out camping with the group. He always manages to come up with a pretty good reason to get me on my own. He’ll announce that he’s looking for a volunteer to help clean the camp, or tell me that an important message has arrived for me. The last time we hooked up, he pretended to tell me off, saying my tent was a shameful mess and that he would need to oversee my picking it up. I went along with it, of course, and pretended to be really upset that he was angry, but I kept wanting to burst out laughing! As soon as we were in my tent, we were making out. It felt like we were two magnets which had been kept in different spaces for an age. The moment we were close enough to be drawn to each other, we became inseparable. I love how he kisses with a mixture of tenderness and red-hot passion, almost like he can’t decide whether to protect me or destroy me! I also love how he smells. Even out in the wilderness he uses this musky aftershave which melds with the scent of his sweat. It creates what I’ve come to associate with uncontrollable sexual excitement. Just when I think he’s shown me every trick in the book, he pulls out another amazing move. The last time we met he did something with his tongue on my nipple which damned-well nearly made me spurt on the spot! He gives the greatest head. I remember the first time he wrapped those soft, warm lips around my dick. I thought I must have gone to heaven. I didn’t know such intense pleasure was possible. The effect he has on me has not diminished with time. If anything it’s increased. I love it when he pushes me onto all fours and I hear the sound of him unzipping his shirt. I always close my eyes, knowing the next thing I’m going to feel is his tongue flickering over my ass cheeks before sliding into my tight hole. It makes me groan uncontrollably and he’s always having to tell me to be quiet. I try to bite my lip, but when he starts pushing his fingers into me, all bets are off! Sometimes he hands me a belt to bite down on. I adore the sound of him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. My body immediately starts to tingle with anticipation, knowing that, moments later, he’s going to push himself into me and I’m gonna feel that overwhelming sense of one-ness with him. His dick curves upwards. In certain positions this can have an extraordinary effect on me, which I have learned has something to do with my prostate. I get off on looking back at him when he’s riding me doggy style, just to catch a glimpse of the look on his face, which is always some kind of combination of lustful pleasure and determination. I love knowing that I am pleasing him. We change positions all the time. He’s incredibly inventive. Sometimes I sit on his lap and ride him hard. Sometimes he opts for something far more athletic… just to show off, I suppose! He often has to put his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. It’s exciting to think that we could be discovered at any moment, but also quite scary, because I guess we could both get into a lot of trouble if that happened. I think he likes it most when I lie on my side and he sort of spoons me from behind while grinding himself into me. The feeling of his arms wrapped around my body is so intimate and he can cum quite hard like that. He always shoots huge amounts deep inside me, so that it takes an age to come back out again. Sometimes he comes up to me a few hours later and whispers in my ear, asking if it’s dripping into my underpants. And, you know, it usually is.
4. Stroking With The Scoutmaster 28mn
It’s hard for me to remember the person I was when I joined the Elite Scouts. I was nervous, scruffy, and lacking confidence. I barely knew how to fasten my neckerchief and felt embarrassed and ashamed every time I caught my reflection. I’m so grateful for the mentoring I’ve received from the brilliant Scoutmasters in our troop because it’s entirely changed who I am. I now know my value and my purpose in life. I can walk with my head held high and these days, when I look into a mirror, I actively like what I see! Scoutmaster McKeon has probably taught me more than anyone else. It’s weird for me to look back and think that, for the longest time, I’d be struck mute every time I saw him because he just seemed so, well, amazing. I guess the whole dynamic changed rather rapidly last Halloween when he seduced me with my friend Colton. Many would probably try to argue that he took advantage of a pair of boys who’d been spooked out by way too many ghost stories, but I can assure you that nothing could be further from the truth. In fact, I’ve been desperate for a re-run ever since. For a while afterwards, Scoutmaster McKeon acted all cool and aloof, like nothing had even happened, but then, after a while, I’d catch him glancing over at me and holding my gaze, and then, basically, over the past few months, it’s all gotten intense again. I’d been trying to find some alone time with him for what felt like forever, but we always seemed to end up being thwarted. In the end, I just marched over to him one night and informed him that I wouldn’t be going on the hike the following morning for personal reasons and that I was absolutely fine to be left in the campsite on my own, but that, if he wanted to stay and keep me company, I wouldn’t complain. Before he’d had the chance to answer, I shuffled off again, wondering what the hell I’d just done. Obviously, I spent the night awake, tossing and turning with embarrassment, wondering if I’d overstepped the mark and panicking that he’d be angry with me, or, worse still, that he’d punish me. The only plus side was that I didn’t have to try hard to look pale-faced and exhausted in the morning. People were coming up to me left, right and center to ask if I was okay, so no one was at all surprised when I said I wasn’t able to go on the hike. You can imagine how excited and relieved I was when Scoutmaster McKeon announced to the troop over breakfast that I wasn’t well and that he’d be remaining at base camp for the day to look after me. My dick went rock-hard in an instant and I’m pretty sure simultaneously my face went scarlet. Mere minutes after the others had left we were clambering into his tent and lying next to each other on his ground sheet while gently feeling ourselves up. Scoutmaster McKeon undid his belt and zipper and pulled his dick out of his underpants like he was unveiling a precious jewel—which, of course, in many ways, he was. His dick is so big and so God-damned beautiful. It may even be the most perfect dick in the world. As he pulled it out, I instantly began to remember exactly how good it had felt inside me, and my heart started pounding with excitement. I slowly uncovered my penis, feeling a little bashful that it wasn’t quite as impressive as his, but there was no doubting how rock-hard it was and quite how much pre-cum was oozing out of it. He couldn’t take his eyes off it. We jerked ourselves off, slowly and seductively, teasing each other with lust-laden looks while trying to decide who was going to make the definitive move. It took a while for my nerves to dissipate. I could feel my hands shaking as I reached out to touch his thigh, but as I grabbed the base of his dick and started to squeeze, I finally found myself able to regulate my breathing. He stared into my eyes with such intensity. I felt like I was being drawn towards him by some mysterious force—like our lips were magnetically charged. I held off as long as I could, staring at his beautiful mustache, wondering how epic it would be to feel it tickling my top lip as we kissed. At that point I found myself entering a trance of profound sensuality. The sounds of the morning birds outside the tent intensified, the hollow tapping of a woodpecker banging his beak against a tree became almost deafening. A light gust of pine-scented spring breeze crept into the tent, tickling the backs of our necks and making the hairs on our arms stand at attention. I ended up sucking him before I kissed him. His dick just looked too enticing and I knew I had to get it into my mouth. I sucked it as carefully as I could, attempting to thrill him with every move I’d learned since becoming a sexual being, trying to get it as far into my mouth as possible, allowing my lips to sensuously glide up and down its thick shaft, flickering and fluttering my tongue over its head. He grabbed my face and pushed his dick into my throat. One of the things that I loved most about Scoutmaster McKeon is how dominant he likes to get. When you’re with him, you’ll always know exactly what he wants and expects. He’ll call the shots and believe me, he’ll always get his way. He unzipped his shirt, threw his pants off and pushed me onto all fours, pulling my ass cheeks apart and eating me out until I was groaning with deep expectation. I could feel my hole literally twitching for him, desperate to feel his big cock sliding into me. Fortunately, he didn’t make me wait that long. After a few minutes of mind-blowing rimming, he knelt behind me and lined his dick up with my ass. He pushed himself into me and I was suddenly in heaven. He started fairly gently and I heard my mouth involuntarily making noises of deep pleasure. Then he changed positions and I really began to feel him inside me. He grabbed my neck from behind with his big strong hands before pushing down hard on my head and starting to do push-ups inside me, thrusting his fingers into my mouth at the same time. And so it continued with him flinging me about, pulling me around, slapping me, twisting my body, biting me, pulling me into crazy contortions and choking me as he found the most intense and most pleasurable ways of fucking me. At one point he turned me onto my back but remained inside me. It was the most extraordinary sensation, like someone was twisting a giant screwdriver inside me. Then it all got so intense that I just closed my eyes and allowed the waves of pure pleasure to ripple up and down my body. Once I was on my back he just went harder and harder, a big, wicked smile plastered across his face like he was taking great pleasure from my increasing discomfort. He seemed to go harder, faster and deeper with every stroke until my ass was entirely numb and seemingly being torn to pieces. Then I felt his load tumbling into me - flooding my insides with creamy liquid which started to drip out of me the moment he withdrew. Being with him again, after all that time, was certainly worth the wait.
5. Alone Time 26mn
The crazy adventures started the moment I joined the Elite Scouts. I had no idea that life could be this much fun or, frankly, that my body could generate so much pleasure. And not just for me, but for others too. It hadn’t occurred to me that I was gay and I certainly could never have predicted how into older dudes I’d get. There’s something really special about older men. They look great, they know what they’re about and, most crucially, they know exactly how to please. Thankfully, I’m surrounded, pretty much 24-7, by sexy Scoutmasters, and, better still, I’ve not yet come across one I couldn’t seduce! Most Scouts would have been horrified to find out that their Dad had been invited to join their group as a Scoutmaster. Talk about cramping your style! Things have always been a bit different in our household, however. Many would describe the relationship I have with my father as odd. If they knew the truth, they’d probably be horrified. But it works for us. As I say, I love older men, and my dad is the very definition of a DILF! Our first trip out into the wilds together was predictably kinky. We basically started making out the moment we’d set up my tent. There was something obscenely dirty about the idea of fooling around with him while the others were getting settled in. If I’m honest, I think we were both turned on a little by the idea of getting caught. The rational sides of our brains, of course, knew that being found out would have caused untold problems, but sexual urges are powerful things. Within seconds of our being alone, I was unzipping his jeans and getting my lips around his beautiful, sweet-smelling dick. I knew he’d been hard all day and the whole of the front of his underpants were covered in a crusty layer of pre-cum. The poor guy certainly needed a bit of attention. In the olden days I had no clue what I was doing and Dad was plainly having big issues with what was going on. As the time went by, however, and we both started to relax, we began to get a grasp of things—a sense of what the other wanted. And when I started to fool around with other older men, I learned all sorts of new tricks which I got to try out on him. Of course, I never let on that I was playing around, but he certainly benefited from it. So, there we were, in the tent, throwing caution to the wind, tent flaps wide open for anyone who walked past to see inside, going at it like a pair of sex-crazed addicts. His dick really is the best dick I know. It curves upwards and is always absolutely rock-solid. I love sucking on it. My tongue recognizes every vein, and over the years I’ve learned how to get it all the way down my throat. It sends him wild. He loves to hold the back of my head until I choke and gag. He tore off my shirt and started to suck my nipples. It’s one of his trademark moves. It feels amazing—probably because it also feels a little subversive. He likes to strip me naked and have me on all fours in front of him. When he kneels up, I always feel so small. I’ve long since given up on any thoughts that I might end up anything near as tall as him. I’m plainly destined to take after the other side of my family! Still, I like that there’s so much difference in our heights. I think all sons secretly want to be protected by their dads, no matter how old their father’s get. I could feel him slowly peeling down my underpants, plainly savoring every moment as he pulled my ass cheeks apart and exposed my hole. He loves to push his tongue in there, always telling me how beautiful I am as he gets me ready for his dick. He never rushes me. He always takes his time; tickling me, tonguing me, tantalizing me until I’m wide open and desperate for his dick. And then, when we both know the time has come, I feel his giant mushroom head pushing into me. I’m always surprised by how big and how hard he is, and there’s always a split second where I panic and wonder if I’ll be able to take him, but then my body sort of relaxes and I feel this all-encompassing sense of relief. Relief that he’s inside me again. Relief that my daddy’s dick is back exactly where it belongs. He knows just how I want it. My entire body starts to shiver as I try to grip with every muscle in my butt. Then he starts to penetrate and pump me—in and out, in and out, harder and faster, deeper and with more urgency, grabbing my face and pushing his giant hand over my mouth to muffle the sounds of ecstasy pouring uncontrollably from me. I could feel the knot on his neckerchief pushing against my shoulder. The thought that we were making love, still semi-clad in our Scout uniforms was a hugely exciting one. He kept whispering in my ear, telling me I felt so good. It was all I could do to stop myself from screaming that I loved him. He pulled out and rolled me onto my back, pushing my legs up, and staring into my eyes with a look of pure lust as he pushed his rock-hard cock back into me again. I don’t think anything has ever felt so intense. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was smiling gently. The summer breeze rippled through the tent, carrying with it a sweet pine smell and the sound of birds. I felt truly happy. Happy to be his boy in every wonderful way. I felt protected and truly loved. It was overwhelming. His dick seemed to be right inside my stomach. It was almost certainly inside me deeper than it’s ever been before… way inside the second chamber. He got me on all fours again and started doing me from behind. I rocked my body forwards and backwards and felt his dick sliding in and out of me, then he really took the reins again and started to power-pound me. My entire body shook helplessly. I wanted him. I wanted my dad so hard. He started fiddling with his big daddy nipples and I felt his dick got even harder. I knew at that stage that it wasn’t going to be long—and sure enough, almost as the thought was forming in my head, he pulled out, jerked himself real fast, and then started spraying all over my crack. He pushed himself back into me so that our DNA would combine and then it was all over. Reality rushed in, and we were racing about to get our clothes back on before anyone caught us, revealing our sordid secret.
6. Sneaking Off 17mn
In truth, I just needed a bit of space. Things have been a little weird of late, what with my Dad joining our Troop as a Scoutmaster, and sometimes I just have to take myself away to think and reset. So this afternoon I wandered off into the woods carrying my backpack. I had no idea where I was going, which is fairly dangerous, because when I get into that sort of mood, I can pretty easily lose track of where I am. So, I stopped and, suddenly realizing that I was lost, and decided to crack open my compass. At that moment, I heard a rustle in the trees behind me. I found myself turning around really slowly, half-expecting to come face-to-face with a bear or something. I was surprised, but fairly relieved, to see Scoutmaster Patrick making his way towards me. To tell you the truth, I’ve been getting quite a vibe from him for a few weeks now. When I’m with Dad, I often see the fellow Scoutmaster looking across at us, sometimes really quizzically. I occasionally find it a bit disarming because it makes me wonder if he knows what’s going on. Anyway, there we were in the middle of the woods and he’s beckoning me to follow him into the trees, with a look on his face which tells me he’s in the mood for something pretty naughty. My heart started pounding in my throat but I found myself following him before I’d worked out whether doing so was at all sensible. I was basically led by my dick, but, in all honesty, the sight of Scoutmaster Patrick’s sexy ass, crammed into his tight trousers, kinda hypnotized me. Seconds later, we were up against a tree, making out like crazy—kissing passionately with his hands groping pretty much every part of my body. He started grabbing my ass and I felt a rush of pure excitement surge through me. I soon found myself clumsily undoing his belt and reaching through the fly of his trousers, desperate to know how his dick looked and felt. Lemme tell you; it’s a thing of great beauty. I grabbed it through his underwear first. The hard-on felt warm and was damp with pre-cum. I soon had the huge weapon out of its cage and was tonguing it and choking on it like some sort of whore. He started gasping and groaning and I broke out into goosebumps. He turned me around and pushed me against a tree, kissing my neck as he pulled my shorts and underwear down. He then knelt behind me and thrusted his fat tongue deep into my hole until my entire body was humming and vibrating with extreme lust. And then, just like that, he was inside me. His big dick tore me apart, thrusting so deeply that I thought it would soon punch through my belly button. He fucked me long and hard. Sometimes he’d stop pumping and I’d take over, squeezing my ass muscles real tight and rocking my pelvis forwards and backwards to ride him. I wanted to thrill him, to excite him, to make him desperately want me. My entire body began to shake as he picked up the pace and power of his thrusts and I realized I was making the most bizarre noises, overcome with ecstatic pleasure. Within seconds he was spraying his huge load inside me. I could feel his dick twitching and throbbing as round-after-round of semen fired deep into me. He took his time pulling out, then started pushing his still-hard cock back into me as his cum was pouring out of my ass and spattering onto the forest floor.
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