Passions flare up more powerfully than the campfire of Scoutboys. Adam Snow and Serg Shepard wait for everyone to go to bed and do it again.
Here’s what Serg remembered: The other night we made a giant fire on the edge of the forest. Within a few hours of lighting it, most of the other Scouts had gotten bored and headed back to their tents, leaving just me and Scoutmaster Snow.
I kept daring to look at him, and was astonished to find he was staring back at me every time. There was something really intense about his gaze. We kissed very suddenly; I ran my hand over the bulge in his tight shorts and instantly realized the Scoutmaster was packing something very special between his muscular thighs.
He stood up and pushed his shorts down, inviting me to place his swollen member in my mouth. I started to work on it and he grabbed the back of my head and started to thrust his dick deeper and deeper into my throat. Then he smiled at me, kissed me again and led me back to his tent.
He ripped off all of his clothes and then we were together naked and alone, our bodies entwined. Moments later, he threw me onto my back and casually pushed my legs into the air, lining his massive cock up with my tight hole before pushing it into me raw. He got real deep inside.
I felt like my internal organs were being pushed around to make way for his monster. We got pretty athletic as well. At one point he rolled onto his back, pulling me with him, so I was sitting on top of him, riding him like a wild horse…
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