Raw scouts 2

Title: “Shameless Raw Scouts: Round 2”

The sun was setting over the lush, green forest as a group of young scouts gathered around a roaring campfire. The heat from the flames was intense, but the scenes unfolding in the shadows were even hotter. Among the eager troop were a few fresh-faced, interracial twinks, all of them barely legal and hungry for adventure – not the kind found on a nature trail, but the carnal kind discovered in the darkest, most forbidden corners of the woods.

As the older scoutmasters turned in for the night, the young men began to sneak away into the shadows, eager to celebrate their budding sexuality in private. There was the lithe, blond, blue-eyed boy Chad, with his boyish good looks and pale skin. Beside him lurked the mocha-skinned treasures Juan and Lance, lithe and muscular, with chiseled features softened only by a coy smile and bedroom eyes.

Chad was the first to make a move, backing Juan up against a tree and grinding his hips into his athletic body. “I’ve been watching you since we started this trip,” Chad murmured, letting his hands roam over Juan’s torso. “I’ve been thinking about these abs all day.” He ran his fingers through the fine hairs leading down from Juan’s navel and grabbed his package through his shorts.

“Is that all you’ve been thinking about?” Juan replied, eyes dancing with mischief. He guided Chad’s hand to the bulge in his pants, the fabric straining against his swollen, bare cock. “Seems like somebody else has been thinking about me too.”

Smirking, Lance crept up behind Chad and started grinding on the smaller scout’s ass. “Don’t forget about me though,” he purred, leaning down to nibble at Chad’s ear. “I’ve been dreaming about stuffing my dick down your throat all day.”

Between his cocksucking and barebacking, Chad was in heaven. The two older boys pushed him to his knees, their juicy, uncut dicks bouncing free and slapping against his face. He opened his mouth eagerly, tongue lolling out like a dog in heat as he lapped at the sweet, sticky precum leaking from their tips and oozing down their shafts.

While Chad stuffed as much muscle as he could down his gullet, Juan and Lance made out sloppily, tongues dancing as their muscular bodies writhed against each other. Their free hands wandered across each other’s smooth, tanned skin, tweaking perky nipples and gripping taut asses.

When their cocks were slick with spit and Chad’s jaw ached from the workout, the boys moved on to their next stop. Lance plopped down in the dirt, legs spread wide, and gestured to his rock hard, dark shaft. “Get to riding, thoroughbred,” he instructed.

Chad wasted no time slamming his tiny white butt down on Lance’s long brown pole. He howled in ecstasy as Lance’s huge cock split him open, the pain of the stretch melting into the bliss of fullness. Juan positioned himself for a facefucking, his meaty brown root filling Chad’s mouth.

Bucking and bouncing like he’d been born to ride, Chad took Juan balls deep in his ass and throat simultaneously. He snuck a hand between his legs to rub his dripping pink dick, getting off on the sandpapery friction of Juan’s pubes against his hand and Lance’s gi-normous cock sliding up his eagerboy guts.

As Chad’s taint slammed against his scrotum, signaling an impending cum-blast, the other two boys accelerated their thrusting. Juan grabbed the light-eyed twink’s head between his hands and fucked all the way home, his heavy Asian sack slapping unerringly against Chad’s chin. Lance, grunting with exertion, jammed two thick fingers up the tight-ring of Chad’s anus, circling the rim and causing stars to explode behind the blond boy’s eyes.

“Gonna cum!” growled Chad, his small cock spitting jizz across the forest floor. He convulsed on Juan and Lance’s primal spears, hole and throat clenching hard. Juan was the first to hilt, his nuts pulling up tight as he flooded Chad’s gullet with a river of nicotine-colored jizz. Lance came a second later, bellowing like a bear as his balls emptied into the blond’s wet, welcoming asshole.

Finally, the scouts rode out the aftershocks, paws groping and mouths sucking. They were all sweaty and messy, with more cum in their hair and on their backs than any nature trail could ever provide. And still, their half-hard cocks lifted up, ready to go again. These scouts were well and truly lost, in the remarked joy of lovemaking and one another’s company – and either nobody would find them, or nobody would notice the tight little circle they’d walked in on, all night long.