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So, things have gotten a tiny elaborate around these parts lately. I have been messing about with not one but 2 scoutmasters, and to be honest I just can’t tell which one I like the most. Scoutmaster Starr and I have glided away into the woods on many occasions to make out. He’s so hot and so fantastic and it’s always supah arousing when we’re together. But then there’s Scoutmaster Scott who indeed gets me on an emotional level and definitely knows how to use his giant dick.I ...MoreI don’t know how he controlled it, but yesterday, Mr Scott and I were able to spend an entire night together in his tent. The others went off on some sort of night hike and I was due to go as well but Mr Scott dragged me aside and offered I pretend to be sick. evidently he’d drawn the brief straw and was due to remain at the base camp to keep an eye on things while everyone else was away. It sounded indeed arousing - I’d never spent an entire night with another man - so I did as suggested.The next thing I knew, they’d all trooped off for their hike and Scoutmaster Scott and I were all alone in the camp. He came up behind me and started to rubdown my shoulders, chuckling to himself at the relief with which what he described as our “dastardly plan” had taken shape. Within seconds we were smooching passionately and we made enjoy until 3am. I have never shot so many geysers back to back. It was a night I’ll never forget.Then, of course, falling asleep in his big strong arms was the icing on the cake. I actually drifted off the very first time with his beef whistle still inwards me, and it was still in there when I woke up an hour or so later. He must have spent that entire time involuntarily twitching, freeing puny jets of semen into my butt as I slept. It was amazing.We woke up with the sun. The entire tent was glowing milky with the early summer morning rays. Everything was so silent and peaceful outside. There were no scouts rushing about giggling and yelling, just the dawn chorus and the trees rustling gently. It was like something from a film. He still had his mitt around me, but his dick was soft. We’d gotten up to urinate 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 perceived so safe and so liked as I did when I woke up this morning. He started to stir, gently running his arms over my chest and I pretended to be asleep, wanting the moment to last forever. His beef whistle was pressing against my hip and I perceived it stiffening and throbbing. He asked if I was awake, and I said “good morning,” instantaneously realizing how magical it senses to greet someone in the morning who you’ve spent the entire night making enjoy with.My dick instantly sprung to attention and our lips faced again. It was a much more gentle, sensual smooch - definitely compared to the rabid passion of the prior night - but it perceived all the more sensational as a result. It was as though his smooching was sighing life into me, consolidating a fresh realization; namely that intimity is as significant if not more significant than unspoiled carnal attraction.He reached under the blanket and started to have fun with my rock rigid cock, running his thumb over the precum which was now trickling out of it. He revved me onto my side and started to polish against my butt which was plainly still utter of his jism from the night before. It affected me that no lubrication whatsoever would be required if he dreamed to simply thrust it into me again. He sneered a huge, broad, nefarious grin which seemed to ask if we were gonna fuck. I reached behind me and seized his pulsating dick; an affirmative gestural response to his sexy silent question…For a while we were just grinding against each other, rediscovering the rhythms of the prior night until we were desperate to take things up a gear. Within minutes, the panties had been ripped off and flung via the tent and we were 100% prepared for round… Well, was it obese seven or obese eight?!He flipped onto his back and I crawled between his legs, hungrily wrapping my lips around his dick. To be honest, it reeked of stale cum, but that simply added a entire layer of kinkiness to what was going on and made me want him even more. I guess there was a sense that, any time soon, fifty moaning scouts might comeback to the camp, and that added awakening - and a genuine urgency - to what we were doing. I eyed him glancing at his witness nervously at one point but I don’t think either of us would have been able to stop even if being discovered were an inevitability.The more we continued to make out, the more desire I perceived for him. I could literally perceive my fuck-hole grimacing at the memory of how his large dick had perceived inwards me several hours earlier. I found myself instinctively spinning onto my front, introducing my arse to him. He instantaneously started to munch it out, taunting out last night’s jism out with his inspecting tongue and making me choke with unadulterated sensation as my entire bod started to jiggle with unremitting excitement. beckon after beckon of powerful zeal surged thru me.Then he lay on his back again, his shiny bell end pointing temptingly in the direction of the tent roof, urging me to mount board and resume where we’d left off. I did just that, wrapping my gams around his waistline and writhing on top of him until his beef whistle made contact with my hole, at which point I sank down onto him, feeling what can only be described as a sense of great relief that he was back inwards me again and we were once more a single sexual entity.I rode him. Boy did I rail him. I dreamed every inch of him and I dreamed it wet and very deep inwards me. I squashed my arse muscles together and dragged myself up and down his shaft, listening to the sexy sounds of semen squishing while I looked down at his fantastic face; those doleful eyes, that gentlemanly mustache, those lust-laden lips.We switched stance so that I was on all fours and he was behind me. It’s a stance where a dude can get real deep in me and it nearly took my breath away. He started to pulverize me. leisurely to commence with and then speeding up when he knew my bod had gotten more used to him. It perceived so good. So frantically good. So strenuously and remarkably good. I wasn’t even caressing myself but I was having to concentrate indeed rigid not to shoot my flow all over the blanket underneath me.He told me I was getting him close and I asked if he was gonna jism inwards me again. He told me that he was gonna breed me and the words blew my mind; they seemed so dirty, so nasty, so fuckin' filthy. He went harder and harder and then exploded like a jet engine into me, adding yet another flow to the innumerable geysers already inwards me; geysers which perceived like they’d remain up there all day. geysers I dreamed to remain inwards me forever.
So, things have gotten a tiny elaborate around these parts lately. I have been messing about with not one but 2 scoutmasters, and to be honest I just can’t tell which one I like the most. Scoutmaster Starr and I have glided away into the woods on many occasions to make out. He’s so hot and so fantastic and it’s always supah arousing when we’re together. But then there’s Scoutmaster Scott who indeed gets me on an emotional level and definitely knows how to use his giant dick.I ...MoreI don’t know how he controlled it, but yesterday, Mr Scott and I were able to spend an entire night together in his tent. The others went off on some sort of night hike and I was due to go as well but Mr Scott dragged me aside and offered I pretend to be sick. evidently he’d drawn the brief straw and was due to remain at the base camp to keep an eye on things while everyone else was away. It sounded indeed arousing - I’d never spent an entire night with another man - so I did as suggested.The next thing I knew, they’d all trooped off for their hike and Scoutmaster Scott and I were all alone in the camp. He came up behind me and started to rubdown my shoulders, chuckling to himself at the relief with which what he described as our “dastardly plan” had taken shape. Within seconds we were smooching passionately and we made enjoy until 3am. I have never shot so many geysers back to back. It was a night I’ll never forget.Then, of course, falling asleep in his big strong arms was the icing on the cake. I actually drifted off the very first time with his beef whistle still inwards me, and it was still in there when I woke up an hour or so later. He must have spent that entire time involuntarily twitching, freeing puny jets of semen into my butt as I slept. It was amazing.We woke up with the sun. The entire tent was glowing milky with the early summer morning rays. Everything was so silent and peaceful outside. There were no scouts rushing about giggling and yelling, just the dawn chorus and the trees rustling gently. It was like something from a film. He still had his mitt around me, but his dick was soft. We’d gotten up to urinate 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 perceived so safe and so liked as I did when I woke up this morning. He started to stir, gently running his arms over my chest and I pretended to be asleep, wanting the moment to last forever. His beef whistle was pressing against my hip and I perceived it stiffening and throbbing. He asked if I was awake, and I said “good morning,” instantaneously realizing how magical it senses to greet someone in the morning who you’ve spent the entire night making enjoy with.My dick instantly sprung to attention and our lips faced again. It was a much more gentle, sensual smooch - definitely compared to the rabid passion of the prior night - but it perceived all the more sensational as a result. It was as though his smooching was sighing life into me, consolidating a fresh realization; namely that intimity is as significant if not more significant than unspoiled carnal attraction.He reached under the blanket and started to have fun with my rock rigid cock, running his thumb over the precum which was now trickling out of it. He revved me onto my side and started to polish against my butt which was plainly still utter of his jism from the night before. It affected me that no lubrication whatsoever would be required if he dreamed to simply thrust it into me again. He sneered a huge, broad, nefarious grin which seemed to ask if we were gonna fuck. I reached behind me and seized his pulsating dick; an affirmative gestural response to his sexy silent question…For a while we were just grinding against each other, rediscovering the rhythms of the prior night until we were desperate to take things up a gear. Within minutes, the panties had been ripped off and flung via the tent and we were 100% prepared for round… Well, was it obese seven or obese eight?!He flipped onto his back and I crawled between his legs, hungrily wrapping my lips around his dick. To be honest, it reeked of stale cum, but that simply added a entire layer of kinkiness to what was going on and made me want him even more. I guess there was a sense that, any time soon, fifty moaning scouts might comeback to the camp, and that added awakening - and a genuine urgency - to what we were doing. I eyed him glancing at his witness nervously at one point but I don’t think either of us would have been able to stop even if being discovered were an inevitability.The more we continued to make out, the more desire I perceived for him. I could literally perceive my fuck-hole grimacing at the memory of how his large dick had perceived inwards me several hours earlier. I found myself instinctively spinning onto my front, introducing my arse to him. He instantaneously started to munch it out, taunting out last night’s jism out with his inspecting tongue and making me choke with unadulterated sensation as my entire bod started to jiggle with unremitting excitement. beckon after beckon of powerful zeal surged thru me.Then he lay on his back again, his shiny bell end pointing temptingly in the direction of the tent roof, urging me to mount board and resume where we’d left off. I did just that, wrapping my gams around his waistline and writhing on top of him until his beef whistle made contact with my hole, at which point I sank down onto him, feeling what can only be described as a sense of great relief that he was back inwards me again and we were once more a single sexual entity.I rode him. Boy did I rail him. I dreamed every inch of him and I dreamed it wet and very deep inwards me. I squashed my arse muscles together and dragged myself up and down his shaft, listening to the sexy sounds of semen squishing while I looked down at his fantastic face; those doleful eyes, that gentlemanly mustache, those lust-laden lips.We switched stance so that I was on all fours and he was behind me. It’s a stance where a dude can get real deep in me and it nearly took my breath away. He started to pulverize me. leisurely to commence with and then speeding up when he knew my bod had gotten more used to him. It perceived so good. So frantically good. So strenuously and remarkably good. I wasn’t even caressing myself but I was having to concentrate indeed rigid not to shoot my flow all over the blanket underneath me.He told me I was getting him close and I asked if he was gonna jism inwards me again. He told me that he was gonna breed me and the words blew my mind; they seemed so dirty, so nasty, so fuckin' filthy. He went harder and harder and then exploded like a jet engine into me, adding yet another flow to the innumerable geysers already inwards me; geysers which perceived like they’d remain up there all day. geysers I dreamed to remain inwards me forever.
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