Raw scouts 2

Raw Scouts 2: A Twink’s Treasure Hunt

The sun was barely up as the bus pulled away from the campsite, leaving behind a trail of dust and the lingering scent of freshly cut wood. Among the gaggle of young twinks heading to the lake for their annual scouting retreat was a group of three – Liam, Felix and Conner. While the others chattered excitedly about earning badges and mastering knots, these three had a different kind of treasure hunt in mind.

As the bus jostled along the winding roads, Liam threw a sly glance at his friends. “You guys still down for our little side mission later?” he asked in a low voice.

Felix returned the look, one eyebrow arched mischievously. “Fuck yes. I’ve been saving up all year for this.” He adjusted himself in his shorts, already feeling a stirring in his loins at the thought of what was to come.

Conner grinned, his teeth impossibly white against his sun-kissed skin. “Just tell me when and where. I’m an ass virgin, but I’m ready to be claimed.”

Liam chuckled. “Oh, we’ll definitely claim that sweet ass of yours. And maybe Felix will let you lend his ass to me too. I need someone tight and raw to dip my dick in.”

Felix preened at the compliment, his lithe body practically vibrating with eagerness. “You know I’m always up for getting my holes stretched. Raw is where it’s at!”

The three exchanged knowing looks and subtle touches under the cover of the bus’s roar and the other scouts’ background chatter. The heat between them was palpable, stoking the flames of their shared, secret desires.

When the bus finally reached their lakeside destination, the three immediately began scouting out potential spots for their upcoming tryst. They settled on a grove of trees just outside camp, secluded enough that they’d have privacy while still being able to hear the other scouts. Perfect for a quick fuck when opportunity arose.

As the day wore on, filled with hikes, crafting sessions and trust walks, the three friends found their eyes roving over each other’s bodies – Liam drinking in the expanses of Felix’s pale, lanky frame, Felix appreciating the surprisingly solid muscles in Conner’s slim shoulders, Conner practically salivating over the cute little mole on Liam’s neck.

Finally, after a long day in the sun, the scouts were told they could explore on their own and meet back at camp before dusk. It was now or never for Liam, Felix, and Conner.

Felix led the charge into the trees, Liam and Conner hot on his heels. As soon as they had any modicum of privacy, Felix whipped off his shirt, revealing his perky, pink-tipped nipples. Conner and Liam followed suit, yanking open their shorts to unleash their rapidly stiffening cocks. Felix sank to his knees, eagerly pushing aside Conner’s underwear to wrap his soft, pink lips around the young man’s throbbing member.

Liam stepped closer, nudging the spit-glistening tip of Felix’s cock, now slick and red from being so roughly sucked. “Everyone wants your cock, Felix. You’re such a cock slut, ain’t ya?” He grasped Felix’s oily hair, forcing Felix deeper on Conner’s bobbing dick.

Felix could only groan around the girth stretching his lips, his own neglected cock raging with pent-up lust. Conner was doing his best not to slam forward and fuck Felix’s pretty mouth, but he was a novice, too inexperienced to truly embrace his oral aggression despite his carnal urges.

“Use him, Conner. Fuck his eager little mouth. He loves being a human cocksleeve,” Liam encouraged, jacking his swollen cock in time with the bobbing of Felix’s head.

Emboldened, Conner picked up the pace, sawing in and out of Felix’s sucking mouth. Felix, for once, wished he could speak, so he could warn Conner not to blow yet. Not until Conner’s hot load was stuck in his ass. But of course he couldn’t speak with a mouth full of cock, so he just had to ride it out, moaning and drooling and pop-eyed, until neither boy could hold back any longer.

With a strangled groan, Conner hosed down Felix’s tongue and throat with thick spurts of hot cum. Felix’s own cock throbbed in his hand, the feel of Conner flooding his mouth almost too much to take. He gulped instinctively, swallowing every drop, just the way he knew his friends liked it.

Liam gave Felix a moment, then hauled him roughly to his feet and shoved him over one of the fallen logs that dotted the grove. Felix knew what was coming, and oh, was he ready for it. Preparation was half the battle, getting lube although not now always was tricky, but never one for being finicky Felix kept inside himself for just such emergencies a small bottle of spit and a dab and squeeze would tide him till later.

Conner looked on in shock as Liam free-balled into Felix’s crack, his hard, uncut cock smearing spit between Felix’s twitching hole and his own hungry pucker. They were really gonna do this, both of them at once, the fresh fuck fantasy he couldn’t wait to learn. Conner swung his lower body around, diving into the tangle of pink, white and red so he could be first in line for Felix’s open mouth.

Liam pushed Conner’s face into one end of Felix’s body, and thrust his raw cock into the other, making Felix lurch and gag on Conner’s slid-suck re-entry. “Ohhh fuck, yes,” he groaned at the double penetration. His dean’s seal went sailing back through time as he gave himself over to the raw, wet reality.

When Conner’s cock crapped out for a second time, Liam slid him aside for his own much needed turn at Felix still spit-fresh, still tingle-ready and eager, super-glazed or more like spit-glazed, to get reamed down to the balls from the other end. And heads up, there was no respite, he nailed inside with scarcely a pause.

They traded spots like relay runners in a high-stakes, limb-tangling rout that took Felix just on short of forever to come to, his own orgasm having been competing with his out-of-town roomie till last minute when the little mole Liam sport was beholden to eye level hypnotized him into afternoon rush hour between his boys’ legs.

That night around the campfire, no one could quite put their finger on what was different about Liam, Felix, and Conner. A certain spring in their step, a new simmer in their eyes, like a shared secret. Or two, or three. Perfect Boy Scouts, all of them.