Genres: anilingus ,Smooth ,Muscle ,Twinks
Video language: English

When I attached the Scouts I fantasized we’d make dozens of trips out into the wilderness. I figured we’d sleep not quite just exclusively in tents, or, on special occasions, we’d all snuggle up in sleeping bags, directly beneath the stars, warmed by a fire which we’d lit ourselves. There’d be ghost stories which we’d whisper to 1 other while pounding down the candies we’d smuggled into our rucksacks.Imagine my confusion, then, when on my 1st trip into the amazing unknown I discovered that we’d be staying in a hostel. Confusion became profound dishonour when Scoutmaster Snow told us blokes we were sharing rooms and needed to get into pairs. As the new kid on the block, I ended up with no one to share with. I was a little disappointed, but when Scoutmaster Snow told me I’d have to share with him, I felt a pang of absolute terror. Snow is by far the scariest Scoutmaster in our troop: he’s ultra intense, fellow doesn’t laugh at jokes, and there’s a rumor this man carries a gun.We arrived at …We arrived at the hostel at some ungodly hour of the night. Everyone else scuttled off to their rooms to giggle and eat candy. Scoutmaster Snow and I walked through incessant corridors to what turned out to be the furthest room in the building. The room smelt damp and the beds looked deeply uncomfortable, with suety sheets and flimsy duvets. Snow went into his rucksack and pulled out a Scout flag which chap hung from the curtain rail. I think guy was doing it ironically.Then that chub started taking his costume off. Right in front of me! I do not know what I expected; it’s not like either of us could have slept in our uniforms. I contemplated acquiring under the duvet to take my clothes off, but didn’t crave him to think I was some sort of mommy’s boy on my first expedition. So, I started unbuttoning my shirt with all the fake confidence I could muster…One of the things I noticed about Snow as boy started whipping his costume off was this he’s plainly very fit for his age. His arms were unscheduledly muscular and his thorax was well-defined with a six-pack.Perhaps I was imagining it, but it seemed there was unexpectedly something a little perverted ’bout the atmosphere in the room. Neither of us was speaking, but, every time I looked over at Snow, I noticed that boy was staring back at me. Despite this, I found myself unable to take my eyes off of him. It didn’t hurt that fellow looked like some sort of underwear model.Moments later, dude threw his shorts off. What I couldn’t have predicted in a million years was that guy was going commando. He’d just spent an entire day bossing around a group of over-excited ginks and fellow had wholly no underwear on! I do not think for a moment that Master Snow is a sleaze-ball of every kind. Indeed, I’m sure his choice to refrain from underwear is an act of pure defiance. An exciting finger up to normality.I found myself speaking before my brain had had a chance to process what I was seeing. “You… don’t… wear… underwear?”I expected him to be angry at me for making it clear that I’d been watching him undress, but boy took the question in stride, casually telling me this a lot of studs go commando. A million questions started bouncing around in my brain. But, I opted for silence instead, which was just likewise because, at this very moment, this chub started fiddling with his penis, before informing me this this chub was glad we had the place to ourselves.The immediately rushed to my face. It sounded like man was coming on to me. But, I mean, man couldn’t have been, could dude? He’s my Scoutmaster and Scoutmasters don’t come on to scouts.I looked back down at his dick, which, it occurred to me, was probably twice the largeness of anything I’ve previously seen hanging between someone’s legs. At that point, the drained from my face and started making its way down between my legs. As I saw it, I had a choice: I could say I was exhausted and fade away underneath the duvet, hoping it would all go away, or I could go with the flow.So… I went with the flow.He asked if I’d ever seen a grown man’s dick before. I craved to say “not in such close proximity,” but my mouth was dry with nerves, so I just shook my head in preference to. When man asked if I craved to touch it, my heart started thumping like a drum in my ears. Boy stepped forward, and I found myself, in some sort of out-of-body practice, reaching towards him and taking his dick in my hand. It now started to swell and I rather had entertainment the feeling of power this this unthoughtly gave me. I ran my palm up and down the shaft and watched in awe as the beast doubled in dimension.Somehow my lips were touching the tip of his dick moments later. I had no clue what to do, but decided the just only option was to throw caution to the wind and just see where instinct leads me. My 1st observation was this it smelled incredible—almost as tho’ he’d just had a shower rather than have spent the greater part of a day rushing up and down the aisles of a sweaty bus, crying at unruly teen people. Formerly I knew what I was doing, my lips were running up and down the shaft of his dick and I was in a competition with myself to get as much of it in my oral cavity as I could. It made me gag, but I was determined to keep going. When guy told me I was a natural, I felt unbelievably proud.Wanting his dick made me crave him. I felt a powerful wish for him surging through my body—the likes of which I’ve never experienced.He started running his hands unquestionably gently down my back and I could feel my skin responding. I found myself shaking and heard myself making spontaneous shouts of pleasure. That guy pierce his hand down the back of my shorts and gently pressed his finger against my apperture. It felt a little strange; not the sensation itself, but the fact that I was utterly okay with what this guy was doing.Then, buddy kissed me. His kisses were slow, passionate and romantic. The feeling of his stubble brushing against my soft chin made me crave to melt.He told me to stand. Bloke pulled my shorts and underwear down and we were unheraldedly both exposed. I knew this buddy desired to fuck me; it felt like a natural progression for two man who’d gone this far so swiftly. That said, the idea of being fucked by a man had never unquestionably crossed my mind before and I had no idea what to do or expect.He positioned me on the bed and told me to relax. I’m truly not sure that anyone has ever unquestionably managed to feel relaxed after being ordered to do so. Regardless of whether I did or didn’t, I wasn’t expecting him to slip his tongue into my apperture. It had never occurred to me this this might be something men did in the sack jointly, or this the sensation would be so mind-blowingly hard. The greater amount his tongue probed me and danced between my ass cheeks, the more I craved to feel his dick inside me.Then boy stood up and I felt him lining the wet tip of his dick against my saliva-filled apperture, and then, just like that, it started to creep into me. It sounds honestly lame, but in the weirdest way, I instantaneously felt as tho’ I’d become a man. I was no longer a virgin. Slowly the feelings of pain gave way to sensations of unbelievable game. I kept glancing back to see his charming, sculpted body wrapped around mine, glued to me like we were 1 single, thrusting being.He gradually picked up the pace. The bed creaked and squeaked like crazy and, if it hadn’t been for the fact this the room we were in was a complete corridor away from anyone else, I would have gotten actual paranoid that we were being overheard. Walking into breakfast in the morning would have been an embarrassing experience for sure!It turns out that Scoutmaster Snow likes to experiment with all kinds of positions, no doubt to see which ones generate the almost any delight. Every single thing boy attempted was fantastic in its own way, but some of the greater amount athletic positions literally made my eyes water. But just when it got a bit too much fervent or uncomfortable, he’d soften things up, pulling my head back and kissing me tenderly. Man was as generous a lover as man was talented.He pushed me onto my back with my legs behindhand my shoulders. This guy kissed me as lad banged me, periodically pulling away and looking down at me with his kind, piercing blue eyes. Chap grabbed my rock-hard cock and started to jerk me. It instantaneously tipped me over the edge. I have in fact never cum so hard. It just flew out of my dick all over my stomach and thorax in outstanding watery spurts.But buddy wasn’t done. Fellow prolonged to bang me even harder than formerly. Every episode of my flesh was supersensitive and crying for him to finish, but at the same time, I didn’t want things to end because I just craved him to be happy. Lad went stronger and faster, unfathomable inside my stomach, ruthlessly tearing my ass separately with a look of masculine, evil single-mindedness restrained to his face.Then, I could feel his orgasm gushing out of him and filling my insides with jets of pure, undistilled masculinity. We lay in each other’s arms on a single bed in that hostel room for what seemed an eternity and I don’t think I will ever feel such complete contentment in my life 1 more time.

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Duration: 26:19
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