It was the bitter-sweet early evening on the final day of their last summer campout. Scoutmaster Scott purposely dithers about loading the last of the equipment, and Grant ‘“generously’ volunteers to stay behind and help. Needless to say, the other scoutmasters knew what was up and didn’t offer to stay. Scoutmaster Scott promised to drop Grant off at his house when they got back to town.<\/p>\n
The sun is heading down and the fire is finally dying. They are sitting on a blanket covered log bench that, not by accident, is the perfect height for fucking. Even after all of the time they’ve spent together, and as bad as Grant wants his scoutmaster, he’s still shy about initiating things. Scoutmaster Scott holds back and just lets him squirm, like a puppy with a dog biscuit balanced on his nose. The man can’t hold long, though, and soon they are kissing.<\/p>\n
Not long after that, Grant’s shirt is off, and he’s on his knees getting the bone he wants so badly. There is nothing cuter than a naked scout wearing nothing but a neckerchief and his hat tilted back on his head. Then it’s his turn. Scoutmaster Scott’s bristly mustache rubbing between his cheeks drives the boy wild. Grant’s sweet hole drives him wild, too. Scoutmaster Scott licks and tongue fucks his boy until the ache in his balls is unbearable. Every time his cock slides into Grant’s hole is just like the first time all over again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It was the bitter-sweet early evening on the final day of their last summer campout. Scoutmaster Scott purposely dithers about loading the last of the equipment, and Grant ‘“generously’ volunteers to stay behind and help. Needless to say, the other scoutmasters knew what was up and didn’t offer to stay. Scoutmaster Scott promised to drop […]<\/p>\n