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Description: So, things have gotten a little complicated around these parts lately. I have been messing about with not one but two scoutmasters, and to be honest I just can’t tell which one I like the most. Scoutmaster Starr and I have slipped away into the forest on many occasions to make out. He’s so hot and so handsome and it’s always super exciting when we’re together. But then there’s Scoutmaster Scott who really gets me on an emotional level and certainly knows how to use his giant dick. I don’t know how he managed 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 suggested I pretend to be sick. Apparently he’d drawn the short straw and was due to remain at the base camp to keep an eye on things while everyone else was away. It sounded really exciting - 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 massage my shoulders, chuckling to himself at the ease with which what he described as our “dastardly plan” had taken shape. Within seconds we were kissing passionately and we made love 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 first time with his cock still inside 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, releasing small jets of semen into my butt as I slept. It was amazing. We woke up with the sun. The entire tent was glowing white with the early summer morning rays. Everything was so quiet 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 arm around me, but his dick was soft. We’d 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 so loved as I did when I woke up this 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 and I felt it stiffening and throbbing. He asked if I was awake, and I said “good morning,” immediately realizing how magical it feels to greet someone in the morning who you’ve spent the entire night making love with. My dick instantly sprung to attention and our lips met again. It was a much more gentle, sensual kiss - certainly compared to the rabid passion of the previous night - but it felt all the more special as a result. It was as though his kissing was breathing life into me, consolidating a new realization; namely 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 which was now oozing out of it. He turned me onto my side and started to grind against my butt which was plainly still full of his cum from the night before. It struck me that no lubrication whatsoever would be required if he wanted to simply push it into me again. He smiled a huge, broad, wicked smile which seemed to ask if we were gonna fuck. I reached behind me and grabbed his throbbing dick; an affirmative gestural answer to his sexy silent question… For a while we were just grinding against each other, rediscovering the rhythms of the previous night until we were desperate to take things up a gear. Within minutes, the underpants had been torn off and flung across the tent and we were 100% ready for round… Well, was it round seven or round eight?! He rolled onto his back and I crawled between his legs, hungrily wrapping my lips around his dick. To be honest, it smelled 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 genuine urgency - to what we were doing. I saw him glancing at his watch 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 felt for him. I could literally feel my hole twitching at the memory of how his huge dick had felt inside me a few hours earlier. I found myself instinctively rolling onto my front, presenting my ass to him. He immediately started to eat it out, teasing out last night’s cum out with his probing tongue and making me gasp with unadulterated pleasure as my entire body began to shake with unremitting excitement. Wave after wave of intense lust surged through me. Then he lay on his back again, his shiny bell end pointing invitingly towards the tent roof, urging me to climb on board and resume where we’d left off. I did just that, wrapping my legs around his waist and writhing on top of him until his cock 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 inside me again and we were once more a single sexual entity. I rode him. Boy did I ride him. I wanted every inch of him and I wanted it raw and very 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 I looked down at his handsome face; those doleful eyes, that gentlemanly mustache, those lust-laden lips. We changed position so that I was on all fours and he was behind me. It’s a position where a guy can get real deep in me and it almost took my breath away. He started to fuck me. Slowly to begin with and then speeding up when he knew my body had gotten more used to him. It felt so good. So insanely good. So intensely and remarkably good. I wasn’t even touching myself but I was having to focus really 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 gonna cum inside me again. He told me that he was gonna breed me and the words blew my mind; they seemed so dirty, so nasty, so fucking filthy. He went harder and harder and then exploded like a jet engine into me, adding yet another load to the countless loads already inside me; loads which felt like they’d remain up there all day. Loads I wanted to stay inside me forever.

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