Things have gotten a bit complicated lately. I’ve been involved with not one, but two scoutmasters, and I can’t decide which one I prefer. Scoutmaster Starr and I have shared many passionate moments in the forest, his hot and handsome demeanor always making our encounters thrilling. But then there’s Scoutmaster Scott, who connects with me on an emotional level and knows exactly how to use his impressive endowment.
Yesterday, Mr. Reece Scott and I (Canyon Cole) managed to spend an entire night together in his tent. The other scouts went on a night hike, and I was supposed to join them. However, Mr. Scott pulled me aside and suggested I feign illness to stay behind. He had drawn the short straw and was tasked with keeping an eye on the base camp while everyone else was away. The idea of spending a whole night with him was too exciting to pass up, so I agreed.
Before I knew it, the others had left for their hike, and Scoutmaster Scott and I were alone in the camp. He approached me from behind, massaging my shoulders and chuckling at how easily our “dastardly plan” had come together. Within seconds, we were kissing passionately, and we made love until 3 a.m. I had never experienced so many back-to-back orgasms; it was a night I’ll never forget.
Falling asleep in his strong arms was the perfect ending. I actually drifted off with his cock still inside me, and it was still there when I woke up an hour later. He must have spent that entire time involuntarily twitching, releasing small jets of semen into my butt as I slept. It was incredible.
We woke up with the sun, the tent glowing white with the early summer morning rays. Everything outside was quiet and peaceful, with only the dawn chorus and the gentle rustling of trees. It felt like a scene from a movie. He still had his arm around me, but his dick was soft. We had gotten up to piss at some point in the night, so we were both in our underpants. Ironic that you put clothes on to urinate when you’re camping, isn’t it? Anyway, I don’t think I have ever felt so safe and loved as I did when I woke up that morning.
He started to stir, softly running his hands over my chest, and I pretended to be asleep, wanting the moment to last forever. His cock was pressing against my thigh, stiffening and throbbing. He asked if I was awake, and I said, “Good morning,” realizing how magical it feels to greet someone in the morning after spending the entire night making love.
My dick instantly sprang to attention, and our lips met again in a gentle, sensual kiss—a stark contrast to the rabid passion of the previous night but all the more special for it. It felt as though his kiss was breathing life into me, consolidating a new realization: that intimacy is as important, if not more important, than pure carnal attraction.
He reached under the blanket and started to play with my rock-hard cock, running his thumb over the precum oozing out of it. He turned me onto my side and started to grind against my butt, which was still full of his cum from the night before. It struck me that no lubrication would be required if he wanted to push it into me again. He smiled a huge, broad, wicked smile, silently asking if we were going to fuck. I reached behind me and grabbed his throbbing dick, giving him an affirmative answer.
For a while, we just ground against each other, rediscovering the rhythms of the previous night until we were desperate to take things up a notch. Within minutes, the underpants were torn off and flung across the tent, and we were ready for another round.
He rolled onto his back, and I crawled between his legs, hungrily wrapping my lips around his dick. It smelled of stale cum, adding a layer of kinkiness to the moment and making me want him even more. The excitement of potentially being discovered by the returning scouts added urgency to our actions. I saw him glance at his watch nervously at one point, but neither of us could stop.
The more we made out, the more I desired him. I could feel my hole twitching at the memory of his huge dick inside me a few hours earlier. Instinctively, I rolled onto my front, presenting my ass to him. He immediately started to eat me out, teasing out last night’s cum with his probing tongue and making me gasp with pleasure as my body shook with excitement.
He lay on his back again, his shiny cock invitingly pointing towards the tent roof. I climbed on top of him, wrapping my legs around his waist and writhing until his cock made contact with my hole. I sank down onto him, feeling a sense of great relief that he was back inside me, and we were once more a single sexual entity.
I rode him hard, wanting every inch of him deep inside me. I squeezed my ass muscles together and dragged myself up and down his shaft, listening to the sexy sounds of semen squelching while looking down at his handsome face.
We changed positions so that I was on all fours and he was behind me. He started to fuck me slowly at first, then sped up as my body adjusted to him. It felt so good, so intensely and remarkably good. I wasn’t even touching myself, but I had to focus hard not to shoot my load all over the blanket beneath me.
He told me I was getting him close, and I asked if he was going to cum inside me again. He said he was going to breed me, and the words blew my mind. They seemed so dirty, so nasty, so incredibly filthy. He went harder and harder and then exploded into me, adding yet another load to the countless ones already inside me—loads I wanted to stay inside me forever.
Scout Boys
SCOUT CANYON VOLUME 1 Chapter 4 – Morning Wood
Things have gotten a bit complicated lately. I’ve been involved with not one, but two scoutmasters, and I can’t decide which one I prefer. Scoutmaster Starr and I have shared many passionate moments in the forest, his hot and handsome demeanor always making our encounters thrilling. But then there’s Scoutmaster Scott, who connects with me on an emotional level and knows exactly how to use his impressive endowment.
Yesterday, Mr. Reece Scott and I (Canyon Cole) managed to spend an entire night together in his tent. The other scouts went on a night hike, and I was supposed to join them. However, Mr. Scott pulled me aside and suggested I feign illness to stay behind. He had drawn the short straw and was tasked with keeping an eye on the base camp while everyone else was away. The idea of spending a whole night with him was too exciting to pass up, so I agreed.
Before I knew it, the others had left for their hike, and Scoutmaster Scott and I were alone in the camp. He approached me from behind, massaging my shoulders and chuckling at how easily our “dastardly plan” had come together. Within seconds, we were kissing passionately, and we made love until 3 a.m. I had never experienced so many back-to-back orgasms; it was a night I’ll never forget.
Falling asleep in his strong arms was the perfect ending. I actually drifted off with his cock still inside me, and it was still there when I woke up an hour later. He must have spent that entire time involuntarily twitching, releasing small jets of semen into my butt as I slept. It was incredible.
We woke up with the sun, the tent glowing white with the early summer morning rays. Everything outside was quiet and peaceful, with only the dawn chorus and the gentle rustling of trees. It felt like a scene from a movie. He still had his arm around me, but his dick was soft. We had gotten up to piss at some point in the night, so we were both in our underpants. Ironic that you put clothes on to urinate when you’re camping, isn’t it? Anyway, I don’t think I have ever felt so safe and loved as I did when I woke up that morning.
He started to stir, softly running his hands over my chest, and I pretended to be asleep, wanting the moment to last forever. His cock was pressing against my thigh, stiffening and throbbing. He asked if I was awake, and I said, “Good morning,” realizing how magical it feels to greet someone in the morning after spending the entire night making love.
My dick instantly sprang to attention, and our lips met again in a gentle, sensual kiss—a stark contrast to the rabid passion of the previous night but all the more special for it. It felt as though his kiss was breathing life into me, consolidating a new realization: that intimacy is as important, if not more important, than pure carnal attraction.
He reached under the blanket and started to play with my rock-hard cock, running his thumb over the precum oozing out of it. He turned me onto my side and started to grind against my butt, which was still full of his cum from the night before. It struck me that no lubrication would be required if he wanted to push it into me again. He smiled a huge, broad, wicked smile, silently asking if we were going to fuck. I reached behind me and grabbed his throbbing dick, giving him an affirmative answer.
For a while, we just ground against each other, rediscovering the rhythms of the previous night until we were desperate to take things up a notch. Within minutes, the underpants were torn off and flung across the tent, and we were ready for another round.
He rolled onto his back, and I crawled between his legs, hungrily wrapping my lips around his dick. It smelled of stale cum, adding a layer of kinkiness to the moment and making me want him even more. The excitement of potentially being discovered by the returning scouts added urgency to our actions. I saw him glance at his watch nervously at one point, but neither of us could stop.
The more we made out, the more I desired him. I could feel my hole twitching at the memory of his huge dick inside me a few hours earlier. Instinctively, I rolled onto my front, presenting my ass to him. He immediately started to eat me out, teasing out last night’s cum with his probing tongue and making me gasp with pleasure as my body shook with excitement.
He lay on his back again, his shiny cock invitingly pointing towards the tent roof. I climbed on top of him, wrapping my legs around his waist and writhing until his cock made contact with my hole. I sank down onto him, feeling a sense of great relief that he was back inside me, and we were once more a single sexual entity.
I rode him hard, wanting every inch of him deep inside me. I squeezed my ass muscles together and dragged myself up and down his shaft, listening to the sexy sounds of semen squelching while looking down at his handsome face.
We changed positions so that I was on all fours and he was behind me. He started to fuck me slowly at first, then sped up as my body adjusted to him. It felt so good, so intensely and remarkably good. I wasn’t even touching myself, but I had to focus hard not to shoot my load all over the blanket beneath me.
He told me I was getting him close, and I asked if he was going to cum inside me again. He said he was going to breed me, and the words blew my mind. They seemed so dirty, so nasty, so incredibly filthy. He went harder and harder and then exploded into me, adding yet another load to the countless ones already inside me—loads I wanted to stay inside me forever.