Morning Spear - Scout Canyon Vol 1 720p Part 2
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So, things have gotten a lil complex around these parts lately. I have been messing about with not one but 2 scoutmasters, and to be fair 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 super-fucking-hot and so handsome and it’s always supah titillating when we’re together. But then there’s Scoutmaster Scott who truly gets me on an emotional level and undoubtedly 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 whole 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 suggested I pretend to be sick. clearly 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 truly titillating - I’d never spent an whole 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 commenced to rubdown my shoulders, chuckling to himself at the ease with which what he described as our “dastardly plan” had taken shape. Within seconds we were smooching vigorously and we made enjoy until 3am. I have never shot so many loads 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 highly first time with his sausage still inwards me, and it was still in there when I woke up an hour or so later. He must have spent that whole time involuntarily twitching, whipping out petite jets of semen into my butt as I slept. It was amazing.We woke up with the sun. The whole tent was glowing milky with the early summer morning rays. Everything was so silent and peaceful outside. There were no scouts rushing about sniggering and yelling, just the dawn chorus and the trees rustling gently. It was like something from a film. He still had his hand 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 sensed so safe and so liked as I did when I woke up this morning. He commenced to stir, mildly running his arms over my pecs and I pretended to be asleep, wanting the moment to last forever. His sausage was pressing against my hip and I sensed it stiffening and throbbing. He asked if I was awake, and I said “good morning,” instantly realizing how magical it senses to greet someone in the morning who you’ve spent the whole night making enjoy with.My dick instantly sprung to attention and our lips faced again. It was a much more gentle, sensuous kiss - undoubtedly compared to the frenzied passion of the former night - but it sensed all the more special as a result. It was as however 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 commenced to have fun with my rock stiff cock, running his thumb over the precum which was now trickling out of it. He revved me onto my side and commenced to polish against my butt which was plainly still total of his spunk from the night before. It amazed me that no lubrication whatsoever would be required if he desired to simply shove it into me again. He smiled a huge, broad, unholy grin which seemed to ask if we were gonna fuck. I reached behind me and gripped his throbbing dick; an affirmative gestural response to his stunning silent question…For a while we were just polishing against each other, rediscovering the rhythms of the former night until we were desperate to take things up a gear. Within minutes, the panties had been torn off and flung via the tent and we were 100% prepared for round… Well, was it plump seven or plump eight?!He spinned onto his back and I crawled inbetween his legs, thirstily wrapping my lips around his dick. To be honest, it reeked of stale cum, but that simply added a whole 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 screaming scouts might return to the camp, and that added excitement - and a sincere urgency - to what we were doing. I witnessed 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 dream I sensed for him. I could literally perceive my fuckhole spasming at the memory of how his thick dick had sensed inwards me several hours earlier. I found myself instinctively spinning onto my front, introducing my rump to him. He instantly commenced to slurp it out, taunting out last night’s spunk out with his probing tongue and making me choke with unadulterated delectation as my whole figure began to wiggle with unremitting excitement. Wave after wave of powerful passion surged thru me.Then he lay on his back again, his shining bell end pointing seductively towards the tent roof, urging me to mount board and resume where we’d left off. I did just that, wrapping my gams around his waist and squirming on top of him until his sausage made contact with my hole, at which point I sank down onto him, experiencing what can only be described as a sense of superb ease that he was back inwards me again and we were once more a single sexual entity.I railed him. Boy did I rail him. I desired every inch of him and I desired it wet and highly deep inwards me. I squashed my rump muscles together and dragged myself up and down his shaft, listening to the stunning sounds of semen squelching while I looked down at his handsome face; those doleful eyes, that gentlemanly mustache, those lust-laden lips.We switched posture so that I was on all 4s and he was behind me. It’s a posture where a stud can get real deep in me and it almost took my breath away. He commenced to pound me. leisurely to start with and then speeding up when he knew my figure had gotten more used to him. It sensed so good. So wildly good. So strongly and surprisingly good. I wasn’t even rubbing myself but I was having to concentrate truly stiff not to shoot my blast all over the blanket beneath me.He told me I was getting him close and I asked if he was gonna spunk 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 banging filthy. He went harder and harder and then exploded like a jet engine into me, adding yet another blast to the countless loads already inwards me; loads which sensed like they’d remain up there all day. Loads I desired to remain inwards me forever.
So, things have gotten a lil complex around these parts lately. I have been messing about with not one but 2 scoutmasters, and to be fair 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 super-fucking-hot and so handsome and it’s always supah titillating when we’re together. But then there’s Scoutmaster Scott who truly gets me on an emotional level and undoubtedly 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 whole 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 suggested I pretend to be sick. clearly 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 truly titillating - I’d never spent an whole 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 commenced to rubdown my shoulders, chuckling to himself at the ease with which what he described as our “dastardly plan” had taken shape. Within seconds we were smooching vigorously and we made enjoy until 3am. I have never shot so many loads 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 highly first time with his sausage still inwards me, and it was still in there when I woke up an hour or so later. He must have spent that whole time involuntarily twitching, whipping out petite jets of semen into my butt as I slept. It was amazing.We woke up with the sun. The whole tent was glowing milky with the early summer morning rays. Everything was so silent and peaceful outside. There were no scouts rushing about sniggering and yelling, just the dawn chorus and the trees rustling gently. It was like something from a film. He still had his hand 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 sensed so safe and so liked as I did when I woke up this morning. He commenced to stir, mildly running his arms over my pecs and I pretended to be asleep, wanting the moment to last forever. His sausage was pressing against my hip and I sensed it stiffening and throbbing. He asked if I was awake, and I said “good morning,” instantly realizing how magical it senses to greet someone in the morning who you’ve spent the whole night making enjoy with.My dick instantly sprung to attention and our lips faced again. It was a much more gentle, sensuous kiss - undoubtedly compared to the frenzied passion of the former night - but it sensed all the more special as a result. It was as however 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 commenced to have fun with my rock stiff cock, running his thumb over the precum which was now trickling out of it. He revved me onto my side and commenced to polish against my butt which was plainly still total of his spunk from the night before. It amazed me that no lubrication whatsoever would be required if he desired to simply shove it into me again. He smiled a huge, broad, unholy grin which seemed to ask if we were gonna fuck. I reached behind me and gripped his throbbing dick; an affirmative gestural response to his stunning silent question…For a while we were just polishing against each other, rediscovering the rhythms of the former night until we were desperate to take things up a gear. Within minutes, the panties had been torn off and flung via the tent and we were 100% prepared for round… Well, was it plump seven or plump eight?!He spinned onto his back and I crawled inbetween his legs, thirstily wrapping my lips around his dick. To be honest, it reeked of stale cum, but that simply added a whole 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 screaming scouts might return to the camp, and that added excitement - and a sincere urgency - to what we were doing. I witnessed 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 dream I sensed for him. I could literally perceive my fuckhole spasming at the memory of how his thick dick had sensed inwards me several hours earlier. I found myself instinctively spinning onto my front, introducing my rump to him. He instantly commenced to slurp it out, taunting out last night’s spunk out with his probing tongue and making me choke with unadulterated delectation as my whole figure began to wiggle with unremitting excitement. Wave after wave of powerful passion surged thru me.Then he lay on his back again, his shining bell end pointing seductively towards the tent roof, urging me to mount board and resume where we’d left off. I did just that, wrapping my gams around his waist and squirming on top of him until his sausage made contact with my hole, at which point I sank down onto him, experiencing what can only be described as a sense of superb ease that he was back inwards me again and we were once more a single sexual entity.I railed him. Boy did I rail him. I desired every inch of him and I desired it wet and highly deep inwards me. I squashed my rump muscles together and dragged myself up and down his shaft, listening to the stunning sounds of semen squelching while I looked down at his handsome face; those doleful eyes, that gentlemanly mustache, those lust-laden lips.We switched posture so that I was on all 4s and he was behind me. It’s a posture where a stud can get real deep in me and it almost took my breath away. He commenced to pound me. leisurely to start with and then speeding up when he knew my figure had gotten more used to him. It sensed so good. So wildly good. So strongly and surprisingly good. I wasn’t even rubbing myself but I was having to concentrate truly stiff not to shoot my blast all over the blanket beneath me.He told me I was getting him close and I asked if he was gonna spunk 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 banging filthy. He went harder and harder and then exploded like a jet engine into me, adding yet another blast to the countless loads already inwards me; loads which sensed like they’d remain up there all day. Loads I desired to remain inwards me forever.
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