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ScoutBoys
Starring Felix Kamp and Maxx Monroe
April 21, 2021 | Full Length Video : 16min 32sec
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It was a pretty big day for Maxx. He’d been looking forward to joining the scouts for a while. His friends had told him a lot about the fun experiences and bonding moments, and although he knew the scouts required a far amount of discipline and obedience, he didn’t see this as a problem. After all, the camaraderie of fellow scouts working through challenges was part of the appeal.

When the time came for him to take his scout pledge, he found himself practically bursting with excitement. He kept this feeling inside, wanting to show Scoutmaster Kamp a strong, controlled, and focused presentation. Even as Kamp pinned his official scout emblem to his uniform and Maxx’s heart fluttered, he maintained his composure and stood still as a statue.

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It was a great moment. He felt like he was doing something good and entering a legacy and history that he could be proud of. It was all as he had thought it would be. That is, until Scoutmaster Kamp started touching his chest.

The older man finished pinning the boy’s lapel, smoothing it out and making sure it sat flat. As he did, his strong fingers grazed the boy’s firm, athletic chest, feeling its form for the first time. Kamp’s hands lingered a little bit longer than Maxx thought was necessary, but he was still locked in his immovable stance. His eyes darted down, looking to see what Kamp was doing, thinking that maybe it was something official. But when Kamp’s hands moved down to his crotch, it became clear that this was not part of the manual he’d studied.

“Scoutmaster?” Maxx responded. His voice was confused and alarmed. He didn’t know what exactly was happening.

“You’re ready to take your oath, yes?” Kamp’s question was pointed. His tone was no different than before, when he was administering the previous pledge. He continued with the authority he had shown before, throwing the young man off. He didn’t know everything about the scouts, but this seemed irregular to say the least. Still, he didn’t want to inadvertently ruin his initiation.

“Y-yes, I am.” Maxx felt his face flush and his heart race, sweat building on his brown and his neck as the older man’s grip on his cock tightened. He’d never been handled like this before, feeling his member begin to swell up from the pressure created by the man’s fingers. He didn’t mean to get hard, but it was happening, and there was no way he could hide it or deny it.

Scoutmaster Kamp moved his hands back up to the boy’s shirt, unbuttoning it to reveal the boy’s chest. Maxx continued to sweat, but he never broke his firmly planted position. He was no longer trying to show confidence, but rather he was stunned and frozen in his stance. He watched as Kamp became more familiar with his flesh, touching his stomach and nipples and revisiting his swelling cock over and over. He felt trapped in his body, like a spectator to the older man’s exploration.

“It seems like you’re getting excited.” Scoutmaster Kamp looked in Maxx’s eyes. He could see the boy was struggling inside, but he didn’t acknowledge it. It was clear he was trying to make the young man aware of his body’s response. A part of Maxx thought he didn't want this, that he wanted to put his clothes back on and go home, but he couldn’t deny that he was getting aroused. And as Kamp began unbuttoning Maxx's pants, the boy knew they were crossing a line.

When Kamp pulled down his underwear and pulled out his cock, Maxx let out a deep breath. It was as if he were holding it inside the entire time, keeping it locked away and safe in his chest. But once the man’s hand touched the flesh of his hard manhood, he knew he was exposed. Revealed. Vulnerable. He felt invaded, nervous, and confused. But despite this, something unexpected became clear: he didn’t want it to stop.

Scoutmaster Kamp asked Maxx to finish disrobing and get up on his desk. Maxx did as he was told, getting on all fours and presenting himself as Kamp requested. The older man took his fingers and pressed them between the boy’s lips, feeling his tongue and reaching back to his throat. Maxx didn’t understand what he was doing, but Kamp seemed pleased with what he observed. The scoutmaster's fingers tasted amazing, feeling rough against his cheeks until they emerged wet and warm.

Kamp moved to Maxx's backside, taking his wet fingers and teasing the boy's hole. The mature fingers slipped between his cheeks, breaking through his hole unexpectedly, making Maxx let out a deep, agonizing moan as he felt the man reach a previously untouched part of his body. It hurt at first, making him wince and push away. But Kamp grabbed his balls with his free hand, holding them firmly in his grip and preventing Maxx from moving too far from his penetrating fingers...

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SCOUTMASTER KAMP

Few things give Scoutmaster Kamp more pleasure than seeing the young men in his care thrive as he shows them the ways of The Order of the Elite Scout. Thanks to his ability to select and train the best boys, he quickly moved up the scouting leadership ranks. This meant expanded access to the boys, and more hands on with the impressionable boys entering the Varsity and Venture Scouting programs. From these boys ranks he had his pick of the finest scouts to join the other Elite Scouts. He knows better than most how much boys that age need a firm hand and sense of duty. The handsome, tall, muscular silver daddy is renowned for his ability to get even the most introverted scouts to look to him to stretch in new ways that give them a better sense of their place in the world.

Played by Felix Kamp
SCOUT MAXX

Maxx had been bursting with excitement to finally join the Scouts. He had read every chapter of the survival handguide and even did some history about their specific groups chapter. To say he idolized the work of the scouts was a bit of an understatement.

Scout Maxx wanted to obtain the necessary skills to take himself forward in life and he was very much looking forward to developing those skills alongside his fellow scouts in training. The boy was hoping to learn from the Masters at the camp as well, to one day have their same calm and collected demeanor. Despite wanting to appear composed and focused, Maxx struggled with some of his own inner dialogue when it came to taking risks, especially risks involving the other campers. Having been so focused on rules, Maxx worried he might have been missing out.
However, being a scout was all about taking risks and Maxx was hoping to conquer his fear of crossing the line into uncharted territory…

Played by Maxx Monroe
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Series: Scout Maxx
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Chapters
1. The Pledge 17mn
It was a pretty big day for Maxx. He’d been looking forward to joining the scouts for a while. His friends had told him a lot about the fun experiences and bonding moments, and although he knew the scouts required a far amount of discipline and obedience, he didn’t see this as a problem. After all, the camaraderie of fellow scouts working through challenges was part of the appeal. When the time came for him to take his scout pledge, he found himself practically bursting with excitement. He kept this feeling inside, wanting to show Scoutmaster Kamp a strong, controlled, and focused presentation. Even as Kamp pinned his official scout emblem to his uniform and Maxx’s heart fluttered, he maintained his composure and stood still as a statue. It was a great moment. He felt like he was doing something good and entering a legacy and history that he could be proud of. It was all as he had thought it would be. That is, until Scoutmaster Kamp started touching his chest. The older man finished pinning the boy’s lapel, smoothing it out and making sure it sat flat. As he did, his strong fingers grazed the boy’s firm, athletic chest, feeling its form for the first time. Kamp’s hands lingered a little bit longer than Maxx thought was necessary, but he was still locked in his immovable stance. His eyes darted down, looking to see what Kamp was doing, thinking that maybe it was something official. But when Kamp’s hands moved down to his crotch, it became clear that this was not part of the manual he’d studied. “Scoutmaster?” Maxx responded. His voice was confused and alarmed. He didn’t know what exactly was happening. “You’re ready to take your oath, yes?” Kamp’s question was pointed. His tone was no different than before, when he was administering the previous pledge. He continued with the authority he had shown before, throwing the young man off. He didn’t know everything about the scouts, but this seemed irregular to say the least. Still, he didn’t want to inadvertently ruin his initiation. “Y-yes, I am.” Maxx felt his face flush and his heart race, sweat building on his brown and his neck as the older man’s grip on his cock tightened. He’d never been handled like this before, feeling his member begin to swell up from the pressure created by the man’s fingers. He didn’t mean to get hard, but it was happening, and there was no way he could hide it or deny it. Scoutmaster Kamp moved his hands back up to the boy’s shirt, unbuttoning it to reveal the boy’s chest. Maxx continued to sweat, but he never broke his firmly planted position. He was no longer trying to show confidence, but rather he was stunned and frozen in his stance. He watched as Kamp became more familiar with his flesh, touching his stomach and nipples and revisiting his swelling cock over and over. He felt trapped in his body, like a spectator to the older man’s exploration. “It seems like you’re getting excited.” Scoutmaster Kamp looked in Maxx’s eyes. He could see the boy was struggling inside, but he didn’t acknowledge it. It was clear he was trying to make the young man aware of his body’s response. A part of Maxx thought he didn't want this, that he wanted to put his clothes back on and go home, but he couldn’t deny that he was getting aroused. And as Kamp began unbuttoning Maxx's pants, the boy knew they were crossing a line. When Kamp pulled down his underwear and pulled out his cock, Maxx let out a deep breath. It was as if he were holding it inside the entire time, keeping it locked away and safe in his chest. But once the man’s hand touched the flesh of his hard manhood, he knew he was exposed. Revealed. Vulnerable. He felt invaded, nervous, and confused. But despite this, something unexpected became clear: he didn’t want it to stop. Scoutmaster Kamp asked Maxx to finish disrobing and get up on his desk. Maxx did as he was told, getting on all fours and presenting himself as Kamp requested. The older man took his fingers and pressed them between the boy’s lips, feeling his tongue and reaching back to his throat. Maxx didn’t understand what he was doing, but Kamp seemed pleased with what he observed. The scoutmaster's fingers tasted amazing, feeling rough against his cheeks until they emerged wet and warm. Kamp moved to Maxx's backside, taking his wet fingers and teasing the boy's hole. The mature fingers slipped between his cheeks, breaking through his hole unexpectedly, making Maxx let out a deep, agonizing moan as he felt the man reach a previously untouched part of his body. It hurt at first, making him wince and push away. But Kamp grabbed his balls with his free hand, holding them firmly in his grip and preventing Maxx from moving too far from his penetrating fingers...
2. Back to Basecamp 29mn
I was pretty excited when Scoutmaster Knox suggested we hike out into the woods. Just the two of us. It was even more exciting when he announced we’d be pitching a tent and staying the night out there. I was a little scared as well. Those woods are probably full of bears and it gets real cold around here at night, but I knew Mr. Knox would keep me safe and warm. I mean, why worry about bears when you have your own daddy bear to look after you! Knox is my favourite Scoutmaster. He’s always been really kind to me. I was homesick to begin with and he’d always check in on me before lights out to make sure I was okay. Sometimes he gives me a little cuddle. I like it when he does that. His arms always feel so strong! We hiked for what seemed an eternity. We must have walked for five hours solid, through endless pine trees. I was holding a map, but managed to get lost within minutes! Thank God Scoutmaster Knox was there. We pitched our tent by a lake. Knox said he didn’t think we’d be too troubled by mosquitoes on account of it being so cold. The temperatures were certainly dropping all the time and I started to worry that we were gonna freeze to death, but he showed me how to turn our sleeping bags into one giant sleeping bag. He said we’d be able to keep each other warm much more effectively if we did that. I was a little worried about the idea of sharing a sleeping bag with him. Sometimes when he puts his arms around me, I feel my penis getting a little hard, and I was scared I was going to embarrass myself and that he’d be angry. At the same time, I couldn’t help feeling a little excited at the idea of spending a night with those big arms wrapped around me! He told us we needed to get undressed and I felt really shy all of a sudden. I kept looking over at him, and every time he looked back, I could feel my face going bright red. I stripped down to my boxers and socks, and he did the same, but kept his T-shirt on. I was suddenly really worried that I’d taken too many clothes off, so I got into the sleeping bag as soon as I could, and turned my back to him because I could feel myself getting a little stiff. He got into the sleeping bag himself and pulled himself into my back, real close. It actually started to feel a little strange. Every part of him was touching me. His legs were pushed up against the back of mine, I could feel his waist against my bottom and his chest was pressed against my back. I was relieved I wasn’t facing him because he’d have seen me blushing a lot! I was quite surprised when he started running his hands over my shoulders. I assumed he was trying to make me warm, but it felt a little, I dunno, sexy maybe. Then it suddenly got real intense. His hands were all over me, running down my stomach, and I could feel that he was kissing my neck. I wasn’t sure what to do. I sort of froze. But I was getting harder and harder. And I could feel the same was happening to him. I started to gasp. I couldn’t help it. Every inch of him was wrapped around me and his hands were exploring parts of my body I had no idea could ever feel that good. I could sense his heavy breath on my neck and feel his beard prickling against the soft skin. The sensation was amazing. Scoutmaster Knox is a real man and I realized he was actually taking pleasure from me. I suddenly felt very grown up. He pushed me onto my back and started to nuzzle my chest. He pulled the sleeping bag aside and looked down at my boxers. I followed his eyes and noticed my penis was really swollen and that it had pushed its way out of the fly. I felt a pang of anxiety again. I don’t think I have ever been so hard and I thought he might think there was something wrong with me. He kissed up my body and then I felt his lips pressing against mine. His rough stubble felt like sandpaper on my cheek. He pushed the sleeping bag away entirely. I could feel the coldness of the air on my body, but he was really warm. He took his T-shirt off. His body was smoother than I’d expected, but he was really built. I couldn’t believe how hungry he seemed to be for me. He climbed back onto me, grabbed my neck, pulled me into him and we started kissing again. And I mean proper kissing. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and was grinding his whole body against mine as we made out. My head was spinning. I was experiencing all these sensations which felt really wrong somehow, but were so intense I couldn’t ignore them. He pulled my boxers off and instantly started to suck me. And let me tell you, I have never felt anything like that in my whole life before. It was like he was tickling the end of my dick with his tongue, but then I’d feel his mouth sinking down onto my shaft and he was sucking it, almost like he was trying to make it longer. I started to feel this really strange emotion. It was like I wanted him somehow. Maybe I needed him. Does that sound weird? He pushed himself up my body again. Dirty thoughts started rushing through my head. I kept looking down at my dick and thinking I wanted to shove it, real hard into something. He took his boxers off. The first thing I noticed were his giant thighs. His thighs were almost as wide as my torso. They really turned me on. My mouth instantly filled with water. He pushed himself on top of me again and we kissed real hard, wet and deep. As we kissed, he angled himself slightly, and started grinding into me so that my rock hard dick was running up and down the crack between his ass cheeks. I could feel he was thrusting his dick against my stomach. Every so often my dick would push against his actual hole and man, I wanted to shove myself right up there as hard as it could go. I could feel liquid rolling out of the hole in the head of my dick. I guess that’s what pre-cum feels like. It doesn’t happen like that when I jerk, but then again, this whole situation was wildly different to anything I’d experienced before. Seconds later I could feel the tip of my cock entering him. He was moving his body in a way which made it inevitable that I’d sink further into him. I don’t know how to describe it. His ass felt hungry, like it was trying to eat my dick!! And then suddenly it was happening. I was deep inside and he was riding me, rocking backwards and forwards on my giant dick. I was actually fucking. I was actually fucking that manly, sexy, sweaty Scoutleader of mine… and I wanted more. He seemed to be having a pretty good time himself, judging by the noises he was making and the contorted looks of intense pleasure on his face. I gritted my teeth. I wanted to fuck him harder and deeper. His hole was mine and I was gonna shoot my juices right up there. Right into his guts. Right into his manly, fucking guts. He got on his back and I sat behind him, ramming my cock into his juicy hole, my ass slipping against the sleeping bag fabric with every thrust. I pulled out, got on my knees and banged him harder than ever. I was gonna make him my bitch. I was gonna bang load after load into him. He started moaning and yelling. That just made me wanna go harder. I grabbed his tree-trunk legs and went like a jackhammer. I got him on his front and slammed him from behind. I had no idea I could thrust that hard and fast. I had no idea what to do with my hands so put them on my hips for added thrust. Then I got on top of him like I was doing push ups. I was fucking so hard I could hear myself grunting, actively willing myself to top the intensity and power of the last thrust. It was insane. He was just screaming and gasping for breath. I got him on his back so I could look at his face struggling to take me. I kissed him and fucked deeper, then got him on his front again, because it turned out that was the way I could do him with the most force. I wanted him. I wanted to breed him. I wanted to blast my sticky man juice deep into him. I wanted to destroy him. I pulled out and sprayed like a fire hydrant onto his chest. The juices flew out of my shaft and even managed to reach his face and eyes. I shoved myself back into him. My dick just wouldn’t go down. We had the whole night. By the morning he’d be mine.
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