Campsite - Scout Logan - Chapter 5
Download HD Video (2.3 GB)
Joining the Scouts is the greatest 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 appalled of the unknown.From the moment I entered the Scout hut, I never looked back. I immediately sensed 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 ...The thing which has most blown my mind since joining these Scouts is the thing they call sex! I revved up on that first-ever day as a finish innocent. I’d barely commenced learning to jerk off and it definitely hadn’t crossed my mind that I might be into guys.I’ll always be thankful to Scoutmaster St. Michael, who gathered me in and demonstrated me those particular ropes. After taking me that first-ever time, he encouraged me to examine my wishes with dudes my own age. He was always there for me to return to whenever I sensed the urge… which was a pretty standard occurrence, if I’m honest! Once you’ve had a man as potent and powerful as St. Michael, it’s unlikely not to covet more of him. He was my first-ever and he’ll most likely always be the best.We find alone time whenever we’re out camping with the group. He always controls to come up with a pretty good reason to get me on my own. He’ll declare that he’s looking for a volunteer to help neat the camp, or tell me that an significant message has arrived for me. The last time we hooked up, he pretended to tell me off, telling my tent was a shameful dirt and that he would need to oversee my picking it up. I went along with it, of course, and pretended to be indeed upset that he was angry, but I kept wanting to splatter out laughing!As shortly as we were in my tent, we were making out. It sensed like we were 2 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 enjoy how he smooches with a mixture of tenderness and red-hot passion, almost like he can’t determine whether to protect me or wreck me!I also enjoy how he smells. Even out in the wilderness he uses this musky aftershave which melds with the smell of his sweat. It creates what I’ve come to associate with raging 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 encountered he did something with his tongue on my nip which damned-well almost made me droplet on the spot!He gives the greatest head. I reminisce the first-ever time he packaged those soft, steaming lips around my dick. I thought I must have gone to heaven. I didn’t know such intense gusto was possible. The effect he has on me has not reduced with time. If anything it’s increased.I enjoy it when he thrusts me onto all 4s and I hear the sound of him unbuckling his shirt. I always close my eyes, knowing the next thing I’m going to sense is his tongue flickering over my rump cheeks before slipping into my taut hole. It makes me bellow furiously and he’s always having to tell me to be quiet. I attempt to sting my lip, but when he commences prodding his frigs into me, all bets are off! Sometimes he hands me a belt to sting down on.I worship the sound of him unbuckling his belt and unbuckling his pants. My figure immediately commences to tingle with anticipation, knowing that, moments later, he’s going to shove himself into me and I’m gonna sense that staggering sense of one-ness with him.His cock kinks upwards. In confident postures this can have an extreme 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 railing me rear end style, just to catch a peek of the view on his face, which is always some kind of combination of obscene gusto and determination. I enjoy knowing that I am pleasuring him.We switch postures all the time. He’s exceptionally inventive. Sometimes I sit on his lap and rail him hard. Sometimes he opts for something far more athletic… just to showcase off, I suppose! He oftentimes has to put his arm over my mouth to keep me quiet. It’s exciting to think that we could be detected at any moment, but also fairly scary, because I guess we could both get into a bunch of grief if that happened.I think he likes it most when I lie on my side and he sort of spoons me from behind while polishing himself into me. The experiencing of his hands packaged around my figure is so private and he can jism fairly firm like that. He always shoots enormous amounts deep inwards me, so that it takes an age to return out again.Sometimes he comes up to me several hours afterward and purrs in my ear, asking if it’s cascading into my underpants. And, you know, it usually is.
Joining the Scouts is the greatest 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 appalled of the unknown.From the moment I entered the Scout hut, I never looked back. I immediately sensed 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 ...The thing which has most blown my mind since joining these Scouts is the thing they call sex! I revved up on that first-ever day as a finish innocent. I’d barely commenced learning to jerk off and it definitely hadn’t crossed my mind that I might be into guys.I’ll always be thankful to Scoutmaster St. Michael, who gathered me in and demonstrated me those particular ropes. After taking me that first-ever time, he encouraged me to examine my wishes with dudes my own age. He was always there for me to return to whenever I sensed the urge… which was a pretty standard occurrence, if I’m honest! Once you’ve had a man as potent and powerful as St. Michael, it’s unlikely not to covet more of him. He was my first-ever and he’ll most likely always be the best.We find alone time whenever we’re out camping with the group. He always controls to come up with a pretty good reason to get me on my own. He’ll declare that he’s looking for a volunteer to help neat the camp, or tell me that an significant message has arrived for me. The last time we hooked up, he pretended to tell me off, telling my tent was a shameful dirt and that he would need to oversee my picking it up. I went along with it, of course, and pretended to be indeed upset that he was angry, but I kept wanting to splatter out laughing!As shortly as we were in my tent, we were making out. It sensed like we were 2 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 enjoy how he smooches with a mixture of tenderness and red-hot passion, almost like he can’t determine whether to protect me or wreck me!I also enjoy how he smells. Even out in the wilderness he uses this musky aftershave which melds with the smell of his sweat. It creates what I’ve come to associate with raging 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 encountered he did something with his tongue on my nip which damned-well almost made me droplet on the spot!He gives the greatest head. I reminisce the first-ever time he packaged those soft, steaming lips around my dick. I thought I must have gone to heaven. I didn’t know such intense gusto was possible. The effect he has on me has not reduced with time. If anything it’s increased.I enjoy it when he thrusts me onto all 4s and I hear the sound of him unbuckling his shirt. I always close my eyes, knowing the next thing I’m going to sense is his tongue flickering over my rump cheeks before slipping into my taut hole. It makes me bellow furiously and he’s always having to tell me to be quiet. I attempt to sting my lip, but when he commences prodding his frigs into me, all bets are off! Sometimes he hands me a belt to sting down on.I worship the sound of him unbuckling his belt and unbuckling his pants. My figure immediately commences to tingle with anticipation, knowing that, moments later, he’s going to shove himself into me and I’m gonna sense that staggering sense of one-ness with him.His cock kinks upwards. In confident postures this can have an extreme 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 railing me rear end style, just to catch a peek of the view on his face, which is always some kind of combination of obscene gusto and determination. I enjoy knowing that I am pleasuring him.We switch postures all the time. He’s exceptionally inventive. Sometimes I sit on his lap and rail him hard. Sometimes he opts for something far more athletic… just to showcase off, I suppose! He oftentimes has to put his arm over my mouth to keep me quiet. It’s exciting to think that we could be detected at any moment, but also fairly scary, because I guess we could both get into a bunch of grief if that happened.I think he likes it most when I lie on my side and he sort of spoons me from behind while polishing himself into me. The experiencing of his hands packaged around my figure is so private and he can jism fairly firm like that. He always shoots enormous amounts deep inwards me, so that it takes an age to return out again.Sometimes he comes up to me several hours afterward and purrs in my ear, asking if it’s cascading into my underpants. And, you know, it usually is.
Added: 2023-08-03 • Views: 8 • Duration: 34:19