Troop Time | Chapter 20 Bump In The Night

Description: The Scouts tend to get really excited around this time of year. Halloween is really the last chance we get to take the boys camping before the cold weather rolls in, so it always feels a bit like the end of our adventures for the year. The boys start to get a little obsessed with ghost stories and there are always huge supplies of contraband candy to keep them awake all night if they’re not already too scared to sleep. This year, Halloween started with a big group of us huddling around a fire, whittling sticks to use as skewers for toasting marshmallows. I love moments like that. Even as they’re happening, you get an all-encompassing sense of nostalgia. You can imagine the boys, as adults, looking back on these special evenings with a warm, hazy fondness. I love the feeling of a warm fire cutting though dark, crisp autumn air. It’s still pretty warm during the days around these parts, but the temperatures plummet at night. Lighting a great big fire always makes everything so much more cozy and magical, but tonight there was something even more special in the air. Perhaps it was the fact that we’re all heading home tomorrow that made everyone seem that little bit more relaxed and, dare I say… flirty. It’s certainly true that everyone suddenly got a bit more cuddly. Young Scout Serg was definitely giving me the eye. His features looked so soft and beautiful reflected in the orange glow of the fire. I stared back at him for a moment, just long enough to realize that my body was longing to reconnect with him. We got a new Scoutmaster, Ace Banner, who intrigued me. We hadn’t gotten to know each other all that well since he joined the troop. All I know is that he’s come up here from the city after leaving behind some well-paid career in finance, and I guess I’ve kept my distance because those arrogant city dudes irritate the shit out of me. But the longer he’s been around, the more I’ve found myself wondering if I might have been a bit hasty in my initial judgment. He’s certainly a man I find incredibly sexy and, based on the way that they were interacting, I’m pretty certain he was fooling about with one of the Scouts on our last trip out into the wild. Anyway, as we sat around the fire, I could see him watching me and the more I looked at him, the more I realized that I wanted him. I kicked off the ghost stories, regurgitating some bullshit about the Sasquatch which had freaked me out when I was younger. You could tell that the boys were engrossed, not quite knowing whether to believe me! Scoutmaster Banner then took over, telling a story in his deep, sexy Southern drawl about a mad old lady. If it hadn't been so dark, everyone there would have seen me undressing him with my eyes, staring at the bulge between his legs, wondering how hot it would be to watch him making out with one of the Scouts. When it gets to this time of the year, the Scoutmasters tend to share tents with the Scouts. It feels a little safer all-around to group together, particularly if there’s a storm. I managed to pull a few last-minute strings to ensure that I was sharing with Serg. I was very much in the mood for a night in his sweet company. You can imagine how pissed I was, therefore, when we discovered that Banner’s tent had collapsed as a result of fairly shoddy workmanship by the two Scouts who’d been assigned to put it up. It was, of course, way too late to remedy the situation, so I had no other option than to invite him and young Damien, whom he was meant to be sharing with, to crash in our tent. Perhaps the situation was made a little more potentially awkward by the fact that I’ve also fairly recently had my wicked way with Damien. I resigned myself to a night of frustrating chastity. The four of us rolled out our sleeping bags and bedded down. I found myself catching Banner’s eye on a number of occasions. He was smiling at me in a way which made me pretty sure he was wondering if I was up for something outrageous. I dismissed the thought as being way too fanciful but he kept on looking… At that point, Damien started to remove his shirt. I watched Banner carefully to see how he’d respond. The boy is the very definition of diminutive, with a skinny, beautiful body which can send conflicting thoughts ricocheting through a red-blooded man’s mind. There was a sudden noise outside which appeared to freak Damien out. It was plainly nothing; at most, it was a raccoon scuttling through the undergrowth, but Banner and I started playfully upping the tension, realizing that there were potentially rich rewards associated with putting the boy at ease. Banner played good cop and gave Damien a protective hug, catching my eye and giving me a wink in the process. Within seconds they were kissing. And lemme tell you—it was darned hot to watch them going at it. Banner looked like the cat that caught the canary. His kisses were wet, deep and passionate. The boy melted into him. There wasn’t much else for me and Serg to do but to get to it ourselves. Our tongues were soon dancing and I was tearing his clothes off like my life depended on it. The whole tent suddenly felt like it was gonna explode with sexual energy. I kept glancing over at Scoutmaster Banner—highly aroused by the way that he was seducing his boy, half-wishing I could either join in, or take a few moments to enjoy the show he was giving, but then I felt Serg’s soft lips rolling over my dick and all thoughts returned to my personal pursuit of pleasure. We Scoutmasters lay next to each other, running our hands softly over each others’ torsos while the boys serviced our plus-sized dicks. Banner’s masculine, hairy chest and ripped torso felt so good under my probing finger tips. He looked across at me and grinned. From then on we did pretty much everything in tandem, subconsciously egging each other on to push our respective Scouts to the next stage of this sexual journey. It just felt right to mirror each other’s moves. We got naked and then started to play with the boys’ tight little holes, first with our fingers and then with our hungry tongues. I found myself kissing Damien. I don't know what Scoutmaster Banner felt about the situation, but Damien’s a boy I’ve had before, so it felt natural to include him. Besides, my colleague was undoubtedly too busy working the boy’s ass to care about what his mouth was doing. After a while, I returned my full attention to Serg, sliding my dick into his ass while Banner broke away from Damien momentarily to run his hand up and down my boy’s thigh. Serg’s ass, as usual, felt amazing as he rode me—tight as all hell, and quivering like a hummingbird. To be honest, I was rather pleased when he started to yell. I wanted to throw the gauntlet down to my Scoutmaster friend and encourage him to go hard or go home. That said, I had to continually remind the boy to at least try to keep the noise down. We didn’t want to wake up the rest of the camp or bring any unnecessary attention to what we were doing. Scoutmaster Banner squatted behind Damien and pushed his big raw daddy dick inside. It was a stunning sight. The boy gasped so hard that Banner clapped a hand over Serg’s mouth until he’d gotten over the shock of being fucked by something so enormous. Banner had an amazing fat dick and watching him pumping the boy, tearing his tiny hole apart, was a thing of great beauty. Seeing him then grabbing Serg and kissing him with hungry passion while he continued to screw Damien damn well nearly made me shoot my load straight up Serg’s ass! I pulled out. I was getting real close to nutting and didn’t want to until I’d had a go on Scout Damien. I also wanted to see Banner inside Serg. We switched places and got to work on our new partners. Scoutmaster Banner was soon banging Scout Serg with extreme speed, plainly loving every second of the smokin’ hot ride. He pulled Serg onto his lap, and the boy got so excited that he instantly exploded. Huge ribbons of creamy semen flew out of his dick spattering into Damien’s hair like a flurry of snow. I suppressed my urge to cum and continued to bang Scout Damien for some time, the boy clinging onto me like a koala until I was left with no other option but to shoot deep inside his heaving stomach. Banner pulled out of Serg and blew his big load all over the boy’s belly, grunting like a buffalo as the cum surged out of him. It’s hard to think how much more exciting our evening could have been, but part of me knows the four of us are gonna find some way to top it…